ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴏ *

family isn't just blood.

[mjalti]

ppl will really be like “what’s my name in ur phone saved as” and it’s like. bold of u to presume you were saved at all, [phone]

[swaglexander-the-great]

This reads like a Captain Holt burn

[rivercastillo]

@samuclsinclair​

River sometimes had a little difficulty cultivating new relationships. There were very few people who knew all of the things that weighed on their conscience. It's not that they didn't trust people. No. It was more or less that they didn't trust their intentions. Everyone starts off good, but like River themselves, who really knows what road was responsible for twisting them into what they'd become? Okay, so sometimes they let it get a little too heavy. Samuel Sinclair was okay. The two of them had gotten to know each other a bit, both being in and out of the firehouse on the regular. Sometimes their shifts overlapped. Sometimes they'd seen each other around town. From what River gathered, Sam was fine. But all they'd seen was what the surface had to offer. It would be up to River whether or not they wanted to go digging a little deeper. They did, of course. River snatched two mugs of cocoa from a nearby station. Loaded theirs up with as many extra marshmallows as the cup could hold, and moseyed over to where they'd spotted Samuel. "Hey. I wasn't sure if you were on call, so..." They'd offered the hot mug, devoid of all alcohol. "Better safe than sorry."

[kittenho]

drunk seth cohen is me 

[rivercastillo]

@vclasco

[anxietyproblem]

[rivercastillo]

vclasco‌:

Jordan had been staring at one singular name in her phone for, maybe, more than a few moments, Syaoran. Half tipsy thoughts, because she might’ve already been on her third drink right now, but none strong enough to hit her the right way just yet, contemplating on tapping away a message. However since their — who could even count the number, most recent split, of course she was being stubborn and a little petty in not being the first to say ‘ hey we should talk’. At least in a more serious manner. 

Sighing heavily she locked the device and dropped it on the couch next to her, before just downing the rest of her drink in one swift gulp. She absolutely needed more. Turning her vision over to River when they spoke up, there was a brief, and thoughtful silence, with a contemplative hum. ❝ Hmm, how do you feel about just, straight tequila ? Cause that’s coming up as a top choice for me personally. Long Island iced tea is always a good option too, but if you still want something more warm, we can go with a Hot buttered rum or Irish Coffee. ❞   

There was nothing they could do about it. Almost as soon as Jordan sat down, a wide grin grew across their visage. River wouldn't venture to deny that they'd hoped she would be here. Whenever the woman showed up, it always meant they were going to have a good time. River had been working hard to stay active in the town's events. Showing up, making friends, participating in various activities... This was the place they'd pledged to keep safe with their life. You're damn right they were going to enjoy the free booze and fresh powder. "You know how I feel about straight tequila." A soft groan accompanied their words, "After a few shots, I'm the happiest flame in the fire." They'd shaken their nearly empty glass in the air, before pulling it to their lips for one final swig. Whiskey, honey, and citrus swirled down their throat, and wasn't nearly as satisfying as they'd hoped. "Buttered rum sounds amazing, actually." River sat up a little straighter, eyeing one of the lounge 'waitresses' who'd been mingling with the growing crowd. "Leaves plenty of room for shots after dark."

[rivercastillo]

rothschld‌:

One of Elle’s favourite elements of North Rockton was the skiing – hell, it was the prime reason she decided to move there. Her perfect morning? A gust up and down the slopes, however, given it felt like minus a million degrees in the chilly winter air, the lodge was a definite first. 

ushing open the heavy door, she shook off the light layer of snow she had resting on her hat and coat, instantly feeling the blast of heat from the open fire. A bone-chilling shiver ran up her spine feeling how cold she really was. Ordering her usual mulled wine, she found the only open seat in the lodge, smiling at the person beside her as she did so. “Well, if you were on call, I’d be recommending coffee, for sure,” Elle smiled softly at them. “If you’re looking for something truly Christmassy, I’ll always say mulled wine. If I could have it hooked up to my veins in an IV, I would,” she said, taking a small sip from her glass. “Christmas is just the best, right?”

"Mulled wine?" A look of concern crossed their features. Without ever having tried it, they'd taken on a judgmental opinion from the name alone. "Sounds gross." But soon, a smile resurfaced. "But I'm down to try anything twice." You know, like Andrew Zimmern always says? "Only if you promise that my gag reflex wont immediately punish me as soon as it hits the back of my tongue." Hazy blues began to peer around the room, searching for the nearest drink station.

[rivercastillo]

@northroxtonstart​

It's their second hot-toddy. River didn't even really like them. Hand over fist, a splash of brandy into a piping hot cup of cider was the way to go. With cheeks reddened from their second chair lift ride, it was impossible not to enjoy the blast of heat from the many fireplaces inside the lodge. "Mmm." Lids slipped shut over hazy blues while they did their best to savor the flavor of the lemon. Honestly? Someone could have slipped them hot sludge and they'd probably have savored it just as well. "Thank the cosmos that I'm not on call tonight." Settling back into one of the larger, over-stuffed sofas, River kicked their feet up onto the coffee table before them- hot-toddy still in hand... And nearly empty. "I am definitely having another one of these. No, wait." They'd shook their head. "Not one of these. Something else. Something better." With a glint in their eye, they turned to smile at the other person. "Suggestions?"

[martinezivanna]

“I’m too old for this,” Harlow whined as she dropped into the first seat she could find and hoisted up her leg on the coffee table before her. Frozen fingers placed her glass of liquor on the table while the other pulled at her jeans to reveal a growing bump on her shin. “I foolishly thought I could do some snowboarding after having done it once when I was fifteen years old. I landed on a very hard piece of ice and I’m sure I broke something.” She whined while leaning back into her seat. “God — I’m sorry, was someone going to sit here with you?” She asked the person to her side with an apologetic grimace. “I can move.” @northroxtonstart​

[rivercastillo]

They'd just sat down on the bench with a fresh cup of cocoa. The heat from the Styrofoam mug was strong enough to heat their skin through their mittens. There was always something they'd found so comforting about the cold. The way the snow blanketed the terrain made them feel so far from home- it was refreshing. They smiled softly as they pressed their lips to the cup and took a strong pull. "Huh--" The cup tipped as Harlow sat down, and River scrambled to keep the scalding liquid from spilling down their shirt. "Oh shit, Harlow, what have you done?" They're making more room for her to sit, un-phased by the sudden lack of personal space. Quickly, River sat the cup down on the ground by their feet. "You're fine, hush." They'd insisted, "We should get some ice for that."

[rivercastillo]

RIVER C. CASTILLO

THIRTY-TWO. NON-BINARY. THEY/THEM. FIREFIGHTER.

[ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs ] — the first bit of warmth as the sun peeks over the mountain. a sense of cold comfort when meeting a stranger for the first time. hot buttered rum. toasted coconut. an old pair of broken in duck boots. [ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ] — * - River moved to North Roxton from southern Louisiana (been here for six years). They’re a southern gem at heart. Warm. Receptive. The only problem is that they’ve been wronged too many times in the past. Not quite to divulge personal information- it takes them a little while to trust new people, though you would never know it. * - A foster child. They grew up in a house with seven other brothers and sisters- none of them related to them by blood. That never mattered. They grew up close (save for one or two, who always remained distant). River is the oldest, and has never taken that responsibility lightly. *- Has worked hard not to struggle with not knowing they’re ‘real family’. Instead, they focuses on building themselves into the person they wants to be. As soon as they were old enough, they started firefighter training. Most of they’re work had been volunteer- until they found a permanent position in the firehouse in North Roxton.

So River is a great person, really. They’re outgoing, friendly, warm. They haven’t openly accepted many close friends in their life, as they tend to play their cards very close to their chest. Apprehensive as far as relationships go- they remain close with a few of their siblings but for the most part keep to themselves. Long, labor filled hours at the firehouse keep them busy... Though they’re not completely without social etiquette.

You can find River’s WC’s here!

[motherish]

[timbradford]

[maurawrites]

Josh in 4x08

[rcleplayer]

nicotortorella: dead sea. live see. king davids. #niconiconico

[rivercastillo]

River