The basement of the laboratory

fragmentedsandwiches:

allylobster:

Kate Beckett has great taste. I’d love to live in this apartment.

:0 an apartment like that in NYC would be about a million. no joke.

Maybe Aunt Theresa is really rich and gave her favorite niece some money for her apartment

cassbones:

Just got a shitload of these so I decided to make irl Caskett parent post its…

cassbones:

Another Caskett parent post it

cassbones:

Another Caskett parent post it

ascandalinreichenbach:

dark-inertia:

waiting4codot:

realifeshit:

wow THIS THO

Someday, I hope to actually laugh at these comics.

but seriously fuck people who think our generation had everything handed to us. we may not be first generation college students, but we’re paying double/triple what you paid for an education of more questionable quality. i’m not saying we don’t have it better, but we’re not as lazy as you think.

plus, a college education doesn’t mean what it used to. I know people who have degrees who are still working in retail because there are too many people who are qualified for the job they want.

THIS THIS THIS!!!!! I got my Masters in forensic science and I still can’t find a forensic job. I had to ask for my old job back that I’d originally left to go to grad school

breathe-without-me:

I think the worst part about the doctors asking you questions is: “Why do you think you’re depressed?” or “What triggers or event(s) caused your depression?” I think those are the worst questions because you search your mind for an answer but can only come up with "I really dont know."

breathe-without-me:

I think the worst part about the doctors asking you questions is: “Why do you think you’re depressed?” or “What triggers or event(s) caused your depression?” I think those are the worst questions because you search your mind for an answer but can only come up with "I really dont know."

cassbones:

She looks like she’s listening to their son regale her with a tale of his day at school or a day getting lost in the museum with Castle while she worked. He’s of course injecting aliens and live dinosaurs into his story, weaving a tale with as much ease and excitement as his father often does and Kate is trying not to laugh and roll her eyes at just how much like Castle her son really is.

cassbones:

caskett-coffee-and-always:

47always:

castleloverforever:

ijustwantcastle:

yeah it does cause i’ll be screaming it later.

I just choked on my water ^

dammit i just spat my drink at my laptop

I fell out of my chair just now

I WANT TO WRITE SMUT SO BAD I’M SORRY TO MY FOLLOWERS WHO DON’T LIKE IT

"Joe," she moaned, tilting her head back. Her ass was planted firmly on his desk. They’d originally come to pack up the rest of his things; retrieve some money so they could disappear, go somewhere safe. 

But then she’d perched on the corner of his desk, her legs falling open as she pulled him towards her and cupped his cheek, gazing deep into his blue eyes.

"Thank you," she’d said simply, nuzzling his nose. Joe grinned, nuzzling her right back in a moment of softness.

"Anytime, Doll," he replied, before pecking Vera’s lips. He went to pull away but, before he could, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him back to her and deepening the kiss. 

He knew they would have to leave soon, before the cops found the bodies in his car and came to find evidence of foul play, but he couldn’t resist the magnetic pull. He moaned against her lips, pulling her to the edge of the desk until their bodies were lined up, snugly.

Within seconds, hands were roaming as tongues dueled in her mouth, drinking from each other. Joe’s hands pressed firmly to his lover’s breasts, making her pull back and call out (he thanked whoever was responsible that his secretary had already left for the night.)

One of Vera’s hands stay anchored in his hair while the other reached down, between them, and cupped him. Joe groaned against her lips as his hips bucked into her hand. Vera chuckled and he growled, removing his hands from her breasts and reaching down, his fingers crawling slowly up her legs, under the dress, until they arrived at her center.

Vera gasped as he touched her, more intimately than he’d been able to in the days since they’d met, never having had a chance to be alone together for more than a couple of minutes.

Well, they were taking full advantage of that now. 

Vera reached down, unclipping his suspenders and unzipping his trousers, before tugging them down as he worked on removing her underwear, both all too aware that there was no time to waste. Joe promised himself that he would take hours exploring her body later, when they were in a safer place.

For now, things would have to be quick. And something told him that Vera was okay with that.

"Joe," she gasped, as his pants and underwear finally slipped down his legs, revealing himself to her. She groaned, clutching his biceps and pulling him towards her, just as he became frustrated with her underpants and ripped the crotch, making he moan as he finally touched her without the extra barrier. "Joe," she moaned again, but this time catching his attention, "hurry," she gasped out when he met her eyes. He nodded and leaned in, placing a soothing kiss on her lips before lifting her dress as he brought his hips forward, plunging into her for the first time.

He froze once he’d entered her, giving Vera time to adjust. Her breathing was ragged, already, coming out in hot spurts against his sweaty neck.

"Are you okay?" he breathed in her ear. Vera nodded against him.

"Just go," she husked and he wasted no time. Pulling almost all the way out, Joe plunged back in with as much force as he could muster, his moans mixing with hers as her nails dug into his shoulders and his fingers clutched her hips.

He set a slow, hard rhythm at first, moving faster as she demanded, reattaching their lips and nipping and sucking as they moved as one. 

As Vera got closer she began to scream his name and he prayed that nobody could hear them. “Joe! Oh, God Joe! OH GOD OH GOD, CASTLE!” she screamed as she finally let go.

Castle’s eyes, which had been closed as he sucked on her neck, suddenly widened and he pulled back, searching Kate’s eyes.

They had made a pact; one night, as somebody not themselves, as two people who could actually be together without…without all the baggage their actual selves had. A little roleplay tonight and then tomorrow…tomorrow things would go back to normal until they could really be together, without those disguises.

But she had broken that pact as she screamed his name. Her eyes locked with his, having realized what she did but the green depths held no regret in the least. 

More tenderly, Kate stroked his cheek with her thumb. “Castle,” she whispered, against his lips, biting the bottom one. Castle sighed against her lips, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he continued his rhythm, harder and faster, desperate to hear her say his name again.

And she did. Kate screamed his name at the top of her voice as he pounded into her, and he screamed hers, their teeth knocking against each other as their lips meshed, drinking from each other as they approached the edge together; he for the first time and she for the second.

When he finally spilled into her, their arms clutched tightly around the other, he nuzzled her nose with his, grinning slightly, blue eyes sparkling.

"Tell me you love me?" she asked, softly, searching his eyes. His grin widened.

"Always," he replied.

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l’héritage en couleur by David Revoy: website | deviantart

this is heartbreaking

cumber-kitty:

thebloggerknownasgeeknip:

sinterwoldiers:

Tony being a dork and entering every room just before Bucky does so he can loudly announce that winter is coming

He is a Stark, after all.