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Calling all fans of Firefly/Serenity, Castle, Doctor Who, and Brave.. I am doing a Christmas giveaway this year! However, I am not choosing the winner from Tumblr, you have to go to my [blog], leave your name and your favorite art print on the comment box - DO NOT use Anonymous, use your real name. A winner will be chosen at random by the computer on December 5th, 2012. Help me reblog and share it with your followers. Thanks and good luck!

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NEW Large Conan O’Brien Quote Typography

Castle Season 1 poster

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CASTLE HIATUS FIC PROJECT by Irene and Ning
AU; Castle and Beckett in 1920 | requested by dancersbabi

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Born out of wedlock, he ordinarily would have had a life of scandal in an age of hypocrisy. But this was also an age of reinvention—Richard Rodgers received his reincarnation in the form of Rick Castle. He called himself a novelist, but he was really a second Trimalchio.

It was during one of the nights he manufactured his mansion into a wonderland of jazz and cocktails that he found her in a nook of silence. She was in his library, a world away from the crowds, when he inadvertently joined her.

She had snapped around in surprise at his entrance, her knee-length dress flapping and landing like dust on her lanky built. Her auburn hair was cropped at her ears, showing off her elegant neck. Her eyes were a piercing pair of one-way mirrors. Her name was Kate and she was enchanting. She was not immaterial like Daisy, but too ethereal to be Myrtle.

“You seem to have quite a show going on, Mr. Castle,” she remarked as he approached.

“I adhere to the notion that if you do something, you do it big or not at all.” He quipped, examining her under the orange light.

“I wasn’t talking about your party.”

“Of course you weren’t.”

She turned to the books beside her and gently touched them, pulling out a worn collection of Keats poetry placed inconspicuously amongst leather-bound journals. “And you so pretend not to be a man of sentimentality.”

Unbidden, Castle’s next story sprang immediately to his mind, gifted by her shadow. When she spoke, his dreams seemed to tumble out of her every breath. Tethered to her, his heart would never romp again.

Castle Season 1 poster

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☞ 365 films | The Help
“I’d like to write something from the point of view of the help. These colored women raise white children, and in twenty years those children become the boss. We love them and they love us, but they can’t even use the toilets in our houses. Don’t you find that ironic?”

☞ 365 films | Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“If things were easy to find, they wouldn’t be worth finding.”

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A series of ‘lemonism’ posters I did as a gift for a very good friend of mine who’s opening her own cafe this coming March.

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