top 3 Myka/H.G scenes from 3x11-12 (in no particular order)
Myka’s face in the bottom right. That cute little grin. Oh, H.G. how did you not just rush over there and take her on the floor that very second?!
Well, judging by her face, H.G. is totally thinking about just that XD
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The Making of Defiance
God, that sounds so promising for a series and game (and although I play pretty much everything I’m usually not really into MMO Shooters).
(And yes - for all the fangirls - Jaime Murray talks for a few moments.)
Castle was disappointed to discover that he wasn’t the type of best-selling writer Agent Bering finds attractive.
Myka might have been mad at herself for her momentary lapse in professionalism, but if Det. Beckett’s earlier expression was anything to go by…Castle got under everyone’s skin. It was almost too rewarding to watch the (ok, Myka could admit it to herself, even if she’d die before saying it outloud) ruggedly handsome writer struggle with that particular bit of information. What was it with guys and lesbians anyway?
Apparently his writer’s ego won out, however, and his next question was, “Oh yeah?” he wasn’t even trying to hide the joyful leer. “Anyone I’d know?”
Oh how Myka wanted to wipe that self-assured smug smile off his face.
And just at that moment - like a gift from the literary gods themselves - Myka heard a commotion outside the door and the familiar dulcet tones of Artie enraged. Ok, so she’d probably never hear the end of it because her cover story had been lousy, but Myka had neutralized the artifact and getting her out of the clutches of the NYPD was nothing compared to some of the bureaucratic nightmares she and Pete had caused for their boss in the past.
“Oops, looks like my ticket out of here just arrived,” Myka smirked in return, watching the flicker of frustration mar Castle’s own smug expression.
The brunette caught sight of Detective Beckett’s scowl before Artie gestured impatiently at his agent and she stood to leave, shrugging on her jacket.
“Nice,” Castle, apparently not content to let it rest, tried to get in one more cheap shot. “So now you can walk away mysteriously and conveniently not have to admit you’re dating a wannabe no one’s ever heard of?” He said it lightly, but the words were meant to sting.
Myka just laughed.
“Oh Mr. Castle, even people who have never read her work know her name.”
He stared at her and Myka had to give him credit, Castle seemed to know truth when he heard it.
And the curiosity was clearly eating at him.
“Ok fine. She’s famous. Who is it? Nancy Drew?”
Outside the interrogation room, Artie looked like a teapot about to boil over.
In all likelihood, Myka Bering and Richard Castle would never cross paths again.
It was too good an opportunity to pass up.
“You really wanna know?” Myka smiled slowly.
Castle tried to play it cool for all of two seconds. “Yes.”
Leaning down and crowding his personal space, Myka brushed her lips feather light against his cheek, knowing damn well he’d been eyeing her the entire time she’d been in custody. She let him squirm for half a second and then whispered three syllables.
Agent Bering sauntered out of the 12th’s interrogation room leaving a stunned “consultant writer” in her wake. Ignoring Artie’s grumping, Myka held out her hand to Kate Beckett - the detective clearly still unhappy to have someone she considered a suspect walk out of her precinct. Still, the other woman’s handshake was firm.
“Don’t worry detective, you’ll get your suspect.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed briefly. Whatever Kate had been expecting, it clearly hadn’t been that.
“How would you know?”
“Because you’re the best,” Myka said simply. She wasn’t exaggerating. She’d read Beckett’s file before the mission, knowing contact with the NYPD was likely and hearing that Det. Beckett had a “thing for the freaky ones.”
“I’d like to return the compliment…” Beckett trailed off pointedly.
Myka just smiled a little wistfully in return. It would be nice to have more female friends, but there was classified and then there was classified and she couldn’t risk being involved in Kate’s life. Instead she settled for a simple, “Good luck detective.” And then because Myka knew what it was like to love the kind of person who thought rules were suggestions other people should follow, she nodded in Castle’s direction. “Something tells me you’ll need it.”
Kate rolled her eyes but Myka caught the hint of color staining her cheeks. The Agent did the Detective the courtesy of pretending she didn’t notice.
“Are we done now? Can we go?” Artie’s grumble shattered the momentary comraderie.
Now it was Kate’s turn to laugh and Myka’s turn to roll her eyes.
The two Warehouse agents were almost to the elevator when Myka’s keen hearing caught Castle’s voice -raised in child-like excitement. “H.G. Wells is a woman! It makes so much sense! And those Agents, Kate you can’t tell me you buy they were just Secret Service agents. This is the best case ever!”
The elevator door closed on Kate’s sarcastic reply.
Awesome :D
Castle was disappointed to discover that he wasn’t the type of best-selling writer Agent Bering finds attractive.
OMG yes, someboday please write that. (I’m sure I read a crossover with Castle that shipped Myka/Beckett though.)
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Yeah, that’s always the trouble isn’t it? Too much stuff you want to read and just not enough time (or money or availability) to do so. *sigh* I feel with you.Exactly. And then you walk around a bookstore and just want to cry. Or move in. As for availability: YES!!! The first semester of this year I only read 2 books because I was so busy with uni. I craved reading so much when it was over. The second semester was better (because I’ve read about 17 books :D)
Yeah. Bookstores - I actually try to avoid going into them, because then I browse through the shelves and see a book that piques my interest here… and there and… everywhere. And I have to force myself to get out without buying anything; but I usually make notes, so that I can get the books later.
Didn’t read much during semester when I studied at all. But during vacations? Man did I read. I read five books in five days. Just like in old times when I was still in school and at home and spending at least one afternoon per week in the library, only to carry home a backpack full of books to read during the week. Good times, really good times.
Now during my PhD thesis I’ve been reading a bit more, but not much until… because my bookshelves (which are sometimes stacked with books in two rows already) started to bend - I only live in a room and not in my own flat - I got a kindle for christmas (I know, I know sacrilege and I do prefer real books still, but I’ve got no place for more books and a kindle certainly has it’s perks, when traveling, or for me right now because I can set the font to bigger to accomodate my bad vision). And ever since then I’ve been reading a hell a lot more - sometimes almost obsessively (partly because before my eyes went to hell I used my iPod to continue reading the books in the bus every morning when going to uni or going back home). And I also started to broaden the genres I’ve been reading (I’ve been reading some books, and actually quite enjoyed them, that I wouldn’t have touched with a stick a few years back).
Still I don’t have much time to read. Because, most of the time I don’t spent at work (which is around 10 hours per day, plus one hour spent in transit) I’m checking my youtube subscriptions, newscrawling for gaming news, playing games, reading fanfic or writing myself - that is, if I don’t continue working at home. But sometimes… I just go home, ignore the lure of my computer and settle down with my kindle and just read. Good times.
And I still don’t have any chance to ever read all the books that interest me…
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The Kukri
The kukri, alternatively spelled khukri or khukuri, is a curved Nepalese knife, similar to the machete, used as both a tool and as a weapon. It is a traditional weapon for Nepalese people, and also a weapon of choice/side arm for all Nepalese including those serving in different armies around the world.
The cutting edge is inwardly curved in shape and is the icon of Nepal. It was, and in many cases still is, the basic and traditional utility knife of the Nepalese people. Very effective when used as a weapon, it is a symbolic weapon of the Nepalese Army, and of all Gurkha regiments throughout the world, signifying the courage and valor of the bearer in the battlefield.
It is a part of the regimental weaponry and heraldry of the Royal Gurkha Rifles, and is used in many traditional rituals among different ethnic groups of Nepal, including one where the groom has to wear it during the wedding ceremony. It is known to many people as simply the “Gurkha blade” or “Gurkha knife”. The pronunciation “kukri” is of western origin, the Nepalese people to whom this weapon belongs pronounce it as “khukuri”.
A kukri designed for general purpose is commonly 40–45 cm (16–18 in) in overall length and weighs approximately 450–900 grams (1–2 lbs). Bigger examples are impractical for everyday use and are rarely found except in collections or as ceremonial weapons. Smaller ones are of more limited utility, but very easy to carry.
Another factor that affects its weight and balance is the construction of the blade. To reduce weight while keeping strength the blade might be hollow forged, or a fuller is created. Kukris are made with several different types of fuller including: tin chira (triple fuller), dui chira (double fuller), angkhola (single fuller), or basic non-tapered spines with a large beveled edge.
The kukri typically comes in either a decorated wooden scabbard or a leather-wrapped scabbard. The scabbard usually holds a karda (auxiliary knife) and a chakmak (steel-flint striker) in addition. On many village kukris and some older military kukris, the scabbard also has a tinder pouch.
The oldest known kukris are in the National Museum in Kathmandu, Nepal that belonged to Drabya Shah circa 1559. The kukri came to be known to the Western world when the East India Company came into conflict with the growing Gurkha Empire, culminating in the Gurkha War of 1814–1816.
Source: Wikipedia
Haha, nothing new here. After watching Warehouse 13 season one and two in last autumn I was like: shit, I’m like Myka, or maybe even worse (when it comes to nerdiness…).
