Outlaw

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TOP 20 SHIPS (alphabetical order)
Kate Austen and James ‘Sawyer’ Ford| Lost

I’m a complex guy, sweetheart. | Not girls exactly like me. | How about you come a little closer and warm me up?  You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Sawyer. | A kiss. from you, right now | don’t  you feel sorry for me | One outcast to another? I’d think about making more of an effort. | Golly, I hate to bicker about positions, sweetheart. But I think you’re the one on top. Maybe you’re not here for the case at all. | I never kissed a man. Now you drink, because you kissed a man. | I never cared about having carte blanche because I just wanted to spend some time with the only other person on this island that just don’t belong. | Are you here to say sorry, Sawyer? Nah. Sorry don’t suit me. | Why is it so important for you to be on that raft? Because there ain’t anything on this island worth staying for. | Hey have you seen Sawyer? | We didn’t uh…I didn’t say goodbye. | You’re gonna be okay. You are gonna be alright. You’re home. | I love her…I love her | Good thing you don’t hate me, Freckles. | You run, I con.| Nice dress. | Quit staring at my ass. Give me somethin’ else to stare at.| You taste like strawberries  You taste like fish biscuits. | I love him, please. | I don’t know what they did to you. But I know you’re scared enough to lie about it. | If you really love me, go. | Sawyer…you really care about him. | What was that for? I don’t know. I don’t know. | Because I wanted you to believe that we had a damn chance. | I love you, too. | Please! I will do anything you want! | Close your eyes Freckles. | I’m talking about you and me…| You know, all you have to do is say sorry. We could start again  give each other a clean slate. | So that’s how it’s going to be? Welcome home, Sawyer. Welcome home, Kate. |  Your mixtape. The best of Phil Collins, huh? Don’t get picky. | That is so romantic. | And since when did you start calling me Kate? |  What are you doing? Same things I’ve always done, Kate. Surviving. | How long, Sawyer? How long do you think we can play house? Why don’t we find out? | You’re gonna be alright. I’ll keep you safe. | I was doing something for him, for Sawyer. I made him a promise | Why are you telling me this? Just do it, Freckles. | I was close enough to touch her. If I wanted to, I could’ve stood right up and talked to her. | I had a thing for a girl once. And I had a shot at her… but I didn’t take it. For a little while I’d lay in bed every night wonderin’ if it was a mistake. Wonderin’… if I’d ever stop thinkin’ about her. And now I can barely even remember what she looks like. Her face is… she’s just gone. And she ain’t never comin’ back. | Sawyer broke your heart. How else were you supposed to fix it? | Come with us Freckles. | I saw you look at her. | I was worried about you. | I made her stay o this island because I didn’t want to be alone, you understand that right?  | Well, don’t you think it’s weird? You and me being on the same flight, having that little meet up in the elevator? And a week later, boom! Out of all the cars in Los Angeles, you smash into mine. Almost like someone’s tryin’ to put us together. | Oh I like you. | You and me are getting the hell off this island

browndemy:

TOP 20 SHIPS (alphabetical order)
Kate Beckett and Richard Castle | Castle

He’s like a nine year old on a sugar rush. Totally incapable of taking anything seriously. | do you know you have gorgeous eyes? |  What kind of name is Nikki Heat?  It’s a cop name. It’s a stripper name. | Promise not to hate me? I already hate you. | Alright, so you and I are married. We are not married. Relax, it’s just pretend. I don’t want to pretend. Scared you’ll like it? |  We can always just cuddle, Castle. | It’s Sunday morning, shouldn’t you be slinking home from a scandalous liaison?  Would you be jealous if I were? In your dreams. Actually in my dream you’re never jealous, in my dreams you just join in. |  Do I detect actual concern for my well-being? Screw this up, and I’ll kill you. |  Most people come up against a wall, they give up. Not you. You don’t let go. You don’t back down. That makes you extraordinary. |  Well, at least let me know what I can do to make it up to you. You can leave me alone. | Wait, there’s a sex scene in the book? Between us?  There’s a sex scene between Nikki Heat and the roguishly handsome reporter who’s helping her. Oh, good. So he’s nothing like you. | I mean it. You are extraordinary. |  Oh, Castle, the things you don’t know about me could fill a book. | I’m here to protect you. What with your vast arsenal of rapier wit? |  Do you believe people get what they deserve? Well, if they do then I must have done something terrible to be punished with you. | How do you know when you’re in love?  All the songs make sense. | Yeah, well we have a song as well. We do?  Uhuh. “You talk too much” |  What’s the strangest pet you’ve ever had?  You! | Do I really do that? Yes. And it’s adorable. | I don’t hang around you just to annoy you. I don’t ride out to murder scenes in the middle of the night to satisfy some morbid curiosity. If that’s all this was, I would’ve quit a long time ago. | It’s not about the books anymore. | That was amazing. The way you knocked him out, I mean.|  Always. |  Richard Castle believes in you and I believe in him. |  Why is it that the thing that attracts you to a person always ends up being that thing that just drives you crazy? I just wish that… I wish that I had someone who would be there for me, and I could be there for him, and we could just dive into it together. |  Castle—Thank you… For being there. Always… | I just wish this was one of your books and you could rewrite the ending. |  Yes. Fine. It’s true. I’m jealous. There. I said it. I-I want you all to myself, and to have you spending time with another writer, that upsets me. And if… if that makes me petty, so be it. Guilty as charged. | you don’t have to worry about me hanging around with Conrad anymore. From now on, I am a one-writer girl. |  You know what I thought when I first met you? That you were a mystery that I was never gonna solve. Even now, after spending all this time with you, I’m still amazed by the depths of your strength, your heart and your hotness. You’re not so bad yourself Castle. | I don’t know what we are. We kiss and then we never talk about it. We nearly die frozen in each other’s arms, but we never talk about it, so no, I got no clue what we are. I know I don’t want to see you throw your life away. |  I know you crawled inside your mother’s murder and didn’t come out. I know you hide there the same way you hide in these nowhere relationships  with men you don’t love. You could be happy, Kate. You deserve to be happy. But you’re afraid | And in the end the best you can hope for is to find a place to make your stand. And if you’re very lucky, you find someone willing to stand with you. | Kate! No Kate… Ssh. Kate please. Stay with me Kate. Don’t leave me, please. Stay with me okay? Kate… I love you. I love you, Kate. |  After my mother was killed, something inside me changed. It’s like I built up this wall inside. I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to hurt like that again. I know I’m not gonna be able to be the kind of person that I want to be, I know I’m not I’m not gonna be able to have the kind of relationship that I want…Until that wall comes down. And it’s not gonna happen till I put this thing to rest. | I remember everything | A writer and his muse fighting crime, just like us. | I hope they make it. Me too. | That’s what the great love stories are about, right? Beating the odds?

This watch belonged to my father. It’s broken now, but it used to keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me, he said, “You could set your heart by this watch.” It stopped October 1st, the day we met.

the-12th-precinct:

“When you come right down to it, would you be willing to break her out of prison? Because that, my boy, is true love.”

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premiumcaskett:

Yes, because in order to “be supportive”, you have to pre-order a copy. ;)

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extraordinaryfearlessness:

#The relationship development of this show is as delicious as the growth of Stana Katic’s hair

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browndemy:

The writer and his muse, fighting crime. Just like us.

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