I just need to sit here for a minute and express my love for these two goons. I almost want to break out the scented pink stationery we used to use to send secret love-letters to our classmates when we were ten years old - and send it to Marlowe and co. Because whatever they are doing - and I’m not entirely sure they aren’t operating on some subliminal-poltergeistal-through-the-TV-set messaging system - they’re doing it right. All I know is I’m just feeling all of these feelings - like in my stomach, and my throat, and even kind of in my ears. This show just gives me ALL the feelings, good grief.

Castle just does everything so well. It doesn’t take itself too seriously and in doing so has just managed to create dynamite television. It’s like - I’m not just entertained, I’m actually feeling everything to the point of bursting. And this ship! This stupid, life-ruining ship. I can’t with the six eps in thing because I’m just like “you guys need to just make out now because I can’t!” I love how you can see the affection she has for him growing from episode to episode and that’s what makes it so beautiful because she spent all of season 3 trying and trying to hold back and pretending there was nothing going on but now she’s all “okay, yeah, I need him - this goofy little sidekick partner and I’m still gonna eye-roll because man, this guy has some weird-ass theories but I can’t help but smile because he’s cute while he does it and dammit he’s my goofy little sidekick partner.” I love that her eye-rolling has evolved to the point of obvious affection for him and his tangents. I’m not going to make it to the end of the season at this rate. I will have exploded. Castle and Beckett basically just spent this entire episode being married to each other. And I loved every second of it.