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best thing i learned working with and learning about kids: when they do shit like this, especially to something they themselves use and enjoy, leave it there for as long as possible. let them return to the fun thing over and over again so that it sinks in that the thing they did was wrong, they ruined something, and now they can’t have fun because of it and they should never do it again. it teaches them consequence of action and cautiousness.

i did this with a 3-year-old kid i babysat who filled his playstation with peanut butter before i got there, just every time he went back to it and asked why it’s not working, i opened it and pointed to the peanut butter stains and said “you did that” and he says “yeah”, “will it work like that?” “…no”, and when he got it and promised to never put anything but games into a game machine again, his parents bought another and he kept his promise. it works, even at that age.

this was a long and unnecessary rant but so many times i’ve seen parents IMMEDIATELY replace their kids’ toys/electronics that they destroy over and over again and i’m just like NO THEY’RE NOT LEARNING ANYTHING THAT WAY 

they also don’t learn from being thrown into fires

yeah but they’re quieter that way

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Posted 4 hours ago




What have I done…

you just made Frozen so much better


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pretty in p i n k .

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Kate is shot in 5x22 while pushing Vaughn out of the way in front of the window.
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She’s intimately familiar with how a bullet feels when it pierces through skin and bone. Maybe it’s muscle memory, maybe its the actual pain, or maybe its both, but Kate’s knees buckle with it. 

The blood is already coming, hot and fast against her arm and torso, staining the black turtleneck with a shiny coating that makes her want to throw up. 

Or maybe that’s the pain. She can’t tell, she can’t even think. She’s momentarily paralyzed by it all, whimpering on the floor. 

The sound of cracking glass snaps her out of it, the need to react, to do her job drowning out the hazy memories of a spring afternoon and confessions of love, of her blood dripping onto bright green grass, of Castle’s blue eyes filling with tears. 

Kate doesn’t haul herself up, but she uses her good arm to unholster her gun, gritting her teeth against a moan of pain when she rolls her useless body into the shelter of an alcove. “Vaughn, are you hurt?” she can hear herself, how the syllables stutter around her mouth, the vowels tight with pain. She’s light-headed, dizzy from blood loss and her body contracting itself against the shocks of pain that lace up her side like fire. 

"No, are you — Detective Beckett, you’re bleeding…" his accent sounds funny, as if it coming at her from a long tunnel, distorted and higher than usual. She thinks that maybe that unflappable exterior has taken some ruffling after two sniper shots. That can’t be a bad thing because, even if part of her enjoyed the attention and the compliments, a large part of her thinks that Erik Vaughn could serve to be taught a lesson. 

Not with a sniper - she’d never wish that on anyone - but humility wouldn’t be a bad thing. 

"That’s what happens when you get shot," she mutters, her grip on the gun handle going slack as her vision begins to blur with little dots of gray. This is also something she knows, something that claws at her insides and makes Kate a little desperate. 

The last time she felt like this, it had been the end. Two years later, she still isn’t ready to meet it. She’s got so much going for her, so much to live for. 

"Call 911…." Kate slurs it out, her own fingers fumbling at her pocket for her phone. She can hear Vaughn talking, the outline of his head just visible from where his is using the sofa as a shield, and it relaxes her, buys her time to key in her passcode and touch the number at the top of her recent call list. 

"Hey, Castle…….I love you," it comes out like she’s drugged, the words disjointed and thick in her throat. His voice is far away, a tiny little sound that is full of fear, but he’s right in front of her. But its wrong, he’s not as broad, the fingers are different, the smell wrong, but he’s in front of her, he’s going to be with her at the end. 

Just like she wanted. 

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that awkward moment when I try to switch Niall and Ellen’s faces and they still look like themselves

stop reblogging this before ellen sees it and puts it on her fucking show

let’s reblog this till ellen sees this and puts it on her fucking show

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my iPod does not just consist of “songs I like” 

there are

  • songs for ships
  • songs for characters
  • songs for fics
  • songs for books
  • songs for scenes
  • songs for moods
  • songs for original stories
  •  and then songs I like
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Thrilling Adventure Hour Portraits from Allan Amato

omg stop

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Keep it. I resign.

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I don’t need to you be my fellow anymore Alex…

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but if you loved me, why did you leave me?

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