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I love your username. It's so clever.

Thanks!!! It's an old old reference to me commenting on my own typo by yelling at my useless thimbs. rather than thumbs. I was deciding on a new username not too long after that, and went for that personal reference

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I posted 403 times in 2022

8 posts created (2%)

395 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cactus-juice-for-sale

@thefifthmarauder

@uselessthimbs

@imwithyoualways

@the-apples-were-monitored

I tagged 57 of my posts in 2022

#castle fanfiction - 7 posts

#castle - 7 posts

#flm - 5 posts

#ask meme - 5 posts

#kate beckett - 4 posts

#fluffbruary - 3 posts

#writing - 3 posts

#writing prompts - 3 posts

#kerry weaver - 3 posts

#ask game - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 73 characters

#contest: go leave a comment on one of my fics and i’ll write one for you!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This year’s Thanksgiving chapter is up!! Enjoy!

1 note - Posted November 24, 2022

#4

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCYHjM3/

@razztazticffn this has your Parker written all over it.

3 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

Kate swings around the metal pole and starts down the stairs leading to The Old Haunt, holding tight to the rail to avoid the black ice she thought she saw. She pauses at the door to let an older gentleman out, thanking him as he holds the door for her. 

Since the moment she’d walked into this bar, she’d loved it. The dark wood tables, gold and brass light fixtures that gave the room a warm glow, the piano in the corner next to the small stage for karaoke and open mic nights. It was warm and safe and homey. Kate thanks the universe for bringing it into their lives all those years ago and her husband for saving it from a grimy corporation. 

Their team, their family, had a reserved table (and a continuously open tab that was settled every month), but Kate forgoes it, instead heading for the bar and her spot. The spot she’d stolen from a blonde bimbette who’d been hitting, unwanted, on Castle. 

“What can I get you?” the barkeep—Evan? Elias? She can never seem to remember his name—asks her. The blue hooks of his hearing aids contrast against his sandy blond hair. 

“Whisky, neat,” Kate replies. The barkeep nods and retunes a minute later with the requested drink. Kate sips from it as she scans the room; it’s still early evening so the rush hasn’t fully started yet, but there are a few regulars milling about.

“Excuse me, ma’am? I think you’re in a reserved seat.”

She hadn’t seen or heard him come up from the basement office, and she tries to keep the growing smile from appearing on her face as he speaks to her. 

“Really? Well, I don’t see a name on this spot, how can it be reserved?”

“It’s an unspoken rule,” he replies, stepping closer to her. 

“Must be a pretty special person to have an unmarked seat,” Kate says with a tilt of her head. 

“Oh, trust me: she is. Even lets me sip on her drinks every now and again.” To make his point, he reaches around her back and steals the glass from her hands before drinking the last of the liquid in one long sip. 

“That’s gonna cost you,” Kate says, turning to face her husband. 

He rests the glass on the bar, leaning on an elbow so their faces are inches from each other. 

Kate leans in and steals a kiss, tasting the alcohol on his lips. She smiles against him, kissing him again.

“I think I know of a way to repay you,” he whispers. Not breaking eye contact, he motions for the barkeep to get them another glass and then kisses his wife. Long and slow and full of implied meaning. 

7 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#2

Day three of the Fluffbruary challenge is up! 

A peek at the night Gibbs babysits all his ‘grandkids’ 

Enjoy!

8 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Soft Place to Land

Kate sighs to herself as she pulls into the parking garage and weaves down two levels for their designated spot. She pulls in and shuts off the car, letting the ambient noise and light be her only source. Letting her head fall back into the cool leather, she finally lets her muscles relax and with it feels the day slip away. A Wednesday that felt like a Monday; full of phone calls, emails, and people yelling her name every four seconds. 

She needed just one minute of silence. 

Sixty seconds. 

After one last heavy sigh, Kate gathers her things and steps out into the night. She slides her bag onto one shoulder and as she walks, locks the car behind her. 

The elevator is quick to arrive and after pushing the button for her floor, Kate leans back against the wall. She knew she was tired, had felt it all day, but in that moment, it really hit her. 

How every movement, every breath, took so much effort to accomplish. 

She arrives in their lobby and waves hello to the on-duty security guard as she switches elevators and heads up to their loft. 

Kate counts down the steps to their front door; narrates every task to unlock it. 

Grab the key.

Slip it into the lock.

Turn the key.

Open the door. 

She feels her head spin, he body finally releasing its last reserves of energy as she crosses the threshold and replaces the deadbolt. 

She was too tired to eat; though she knew she probably should. She just wanted comfy clothes, her husband, and bed. Though not necessarily in that order. 

Her bag is dropped carelessly right where she stands, and somehow she gathers enough gumption to unzip her boots and slide them off her aching feet. 

Every step on the hardwood burns up her legs, and Kate is saddened to arrive in her bedroom and find it dark and empty. She rounds the corner to find a light on and the sleeping form of her husband in his office. 

His head is lolled to the side, fitting between the crack of two cushions. His trusty laptop sat dark on his lap, and one bare foot stuck out of the blanket covering him.

Kate smiles as she crosses to him, a hand on the well-loved leather recliner as she leans down. She flips her hair to one side, pressing her mouth to his ear. 

“Hey,” she whispers nearly imperceptibly. She feels him stir, his mind dragging him into wake. “Hey.” this time a little louder. 

“Hey,” he grunts after a moment, turning into her. “What time is it?”

“Late. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Castle says, sitting up further. 

“Come on, it’s bedtime.” 

Kate holds out a hand and waits while Castle sets his computer aside, removes the blanket, and stands. She laces their fingers together and leads them into the bathroom where they silently ready for bed. 

She’s quick to get under the soft covers, and even quicker to pull her husband to her side when he gets in. The sigh of relief she lets out makes him chuckle. 

“Long day?” he asks.

“You have no idea.” Turning on her side, Kate pulls Castle’s arm across her chest, snuggling with it as if it were a teddy bear. 

“I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

31 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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