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Yes ma’am

Opinion: Derek Hale deserved so much better

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Dean and Derek deserved so much more in life!!! Like why the fuck can’t they be happy!!!!!! 😩😭

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Not me crying cause Erica never got to meet Malia 😭😭😭

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Erica and Boyd deserved better!!!! 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺🥺 that’s is all...

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Happy Christmas Eve Eve 😂❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/BrwKyNfFT2C/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=46m3znctmbhf

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Loving this messy braid look 🤷🏽‍♀️😂😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrrQ5hllYOC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gnacuxzooejm

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I know we're supposed to love ourselves, but damn I want blue eyes 😍😍 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrWc3URFdax/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xcdggsqp192k

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From someone who’s survived MySpace, livejournal, deviantart, and fanfiction.nets’ content purges and bad policy updates, here’s some advice on how to get through tumblr’s recent bullshit:

- don’t knee jerk delete. I know it’s tempting to peace out immediately but hang on and do the other steps first. Out right ghosting and erasing everything is how fandoms die.

- archive everything on your blog you want to keep

- tell your followers how they can archive and keep your work too. A lot of fic and art were only saved from ff.net and lj because other people saved it first. If you’re cool with other people saving your work for them to personally keep, let them know this. You can absolutely discourage reposting but I really do highly recommend you allow people to personally save fic and art they like and are worried will disappear forever. Digital Dark Ages are a real thing.

- tell people where you’re jumping ship to. Give links. Keep that info up, even if you’ve left the site.

- go through who you follow and find out where else you can follow them. Save their work if they’ll allow it. It’s tedious as hell but if you want to keep up with people on here clicking on their page to check in is the best way to do it.

- support places like ao3. This is exactly why ao3 asks for donations a few times a year. They are a 100% anti-purging, judgement free, ad free non profit run by an elected board and protected by lawyers. Places like ao3 literally save fandom so please continue to support them and other similar archives. This is exactly why ao3 is so important.

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Seriously 🤪💦😂

let me wear ur hoodie while i ride ur dick 

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Lol

When u find a perfect fanfic and realize it hasn’t been updated in years

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This is fucking beautiful, and as a teacher, I agree 100%

Hi.

I’m your kid’s teacher, and I would take a bullet for your child. But I wish you wouldn’t ask me to.

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We had an intruder drill today.

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I have shepherded children through a lot of intruder drills. I have also, on one memorable occasion, shepherded children through a non-drill. When I was a children’s librarian in a rough suburb, armed men got into a fight in the alley behind our building. We ushered all of the kids - most of whom were unattended - into the basement while we waited for the police.

During intruder drills, some children - from five-year-olds all the way to high school kids - get visibly upset. At one school, the intruder drill included administrators running down the hallways, screaming and banging on lockers to simulate the “real thing.” Kids cry. Kindergartners wet themselves. Teenagers laugh, nudging each other, even as the blood drains from their faces.

Other children handle intruder drills matter-of-factly. “Would the guy be able to shoot us through the door?” they ask, the same way they’d ask a question about their math homework. In some ways, this is worse than the kids who cry. To be so young and so accustomed to fear that these drills seem routine.

And then there are the teachers. There is no way, huddling in a corner with your students, ducking out of view of the windows and doors, to avoid thinking about what happens when it’s not a drill.

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People really hate teachers. I don’t take it personally. It actually makes a lot of sense: what other group of professionals do we know so well? How many doctors have you had? How many plumbers? How many secretaries?

Over the course of my public school education, I had at least fifty teachers for at least a year each. So of course some of them were bad. You take fifty people from any profession, and a couple of them are going to be terrible at their job.

So I had a couple of teachers who were terrible, and a few teachers who were amazing, inspirational figures - the kinds of teachers they make movies about.

And then I had a lot of teachers who did a good job. They came to school every day and worked hard. They’d planned our lessons and they graded our papers. I learned what I was supposed to, more or less, even if it wasn’t the most incredible learning experience of my life.

Most teachers fall into that category. I’m sure I do.

Looking at it from the other side, though, I see something that I didn’t know when I was a kid.

Those workhorse teachers who tried, who failed sometimes and sometimes succeeded, who showed up every day and did their jobs: those teachers loved us.

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Of course you can never know what you’ll do in the event. That’s what they always say. In the event of an intruder, a fire, a tornado.

You can never know until you know.

But part of what’s so terrifying, so upsetting about an intruder drill as a teacher, is that on some level you do know. You don’t aspire to martyrdom; you’ve never wanted to be a hero. You go home every night to a family that loves you, and you intend to spend the next fifty years with them. You will do everything in your power to hide yourself in that office along with your kids.

But if you can’t.

If you can’t.

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When people tell me about why they oppose gun control, I can’t hear it anymore.

I’m from a part of the country where everybody has guns. I used to be really moderate about this stuff, and I am not anymore.

I can’t be.

Every day, I go to work in a building that contains hundreds of children. Every single one of those kids, including every kid that makes me crazy, is a joy and a blessing. They make their parents’ lives meaningful. They make my life meaningful. They are the reason I go to work in the morning, and the reason I worry and plan when I come home.

Parents usually know a handful of kids who are the most wonderful creatures on the planet. I know a couple thousand. It is an incredible privilege, and it is also terrifying. The world is big and scary, and I love so many small people who must go out into it.

So when adults tell me, “I have the right to own a gun”, all I can hear is: “My right to own a gun outweighs your students’ right to be alive.” All I can hear is: “My right to own a gun is more important than kindergarteners feeling safe at school.” All I can hear is: “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

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When you are sitting there hiding in the corner of your classroom, you know.

The alternative would be unthinkable.

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We live in a country where children are acceptable casualties. Every time someone tells me about the second amendment I want to give them a history lesson. I also want to ask them: in what universe is your right to walk into a Wal-Mart to buy a gun more important than the lives of hundreds of children shot dead in their schools?

Parents send their kids to school every day with this shadow. Teachers live with the shadow. We work alongside it. We plan for it. In the event.

In the event, parents know that their children’s teachers will do everything in their power to keep them safe. We plan for it.

And when those plans don’t work, teachers die protecting their students.

We love your children. That’s why we’re here. Some of us love the subject we teach, too, and that’s important, but all of us love your kids.

The alternative would be unthinkable.

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When you are waiting, waiting, waiting for the voice to come on over the PA, telling you that the drill is over, you look at the apprehensive faces around you. You didn’t grow up like this. You never once hid with your teacher in a corner, wondering if a gunman was just around the corner. It is astonishing to you that anyone tolerates this.

And the kids are nervous, but they are all looking to you. You’re their teacher.

They know what you didn’t know, back when you were a kid, back before Columbine. They know that you love them. They know you will keep them safe.

You’re their teacher.

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If you are a parent who thinks it’s totally reasonable for civilians to have a house full of deadly weapons, and who accepts the blood of innocent people in exchange for that right, it doesn’t change anything for me. I will love your kid. I will treat you, and your child, the same way I treat everyone else: with all of the respect and the care that is in me.

In the event, I will do everything in my power to keep your child safe.

I just want you to know what you are asking me to do.

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10/10

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I wholeheartedly agree with this, so many people treat autistic adults like they are infants and it is beyond annoying. As someone who has done a lot of work with autistic adolescents, I understand completely where this is coming from. Many of the other interns were very “degrading” or just not good and talking or approaching the teens and it always pissed me off, especially when the autistic student was older than us... 😒😒😒

so I’ve been noticing ABC’s show The Good Doctor getting more notice on here, which is great! as an autistic person myself, seeing an autistic character like Shaun be portrayed well and accurately and in a way that I can see myself in is amazing, so I’m glad it’s getting attention!

however I also want to remind people not to infantilize Shaun, especially because he’s autistic. I’ve already seen a bunch of posts calling him your “precious child” and “sweet baby.”

Shaun is canonically an adult and a resident doctor at that. he might do things that you consider ‘charming’ or 'child-like’ but I can guarantee you that those things are autism traits (because I do those same things almost everyday)

if Shaun is your favorite character, just say that. if you want to say something like “I would die for Dr. Shaun Murphy” (which I have done and will continue to do so) then say that, but PLEASE do not refer to him as a child or baby or any other way that infantilizes him.

autistic people already get treated like children and are frequently condescended, and it’s very dehumanizing. please stop doing it.

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This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

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Funniest shot I've ever seen

The paper airplane story/blooper

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Re blogging for cuteness

Imagine Cas dressing your son for Halloween

“Don’t look yet!” Your son’s little voice squealed as Cas guided you into the room. 

“I’m not!” You giggled along with him, your palm still pressed firmly against your eyes. Cas had dressed your son for Halloween this year and the whole thing had been a huge secret between them. It was slowly killing you not knowing what their idea was and you’d tried more than once to listen in on one of their hushed conversations. You couldn’t deny how much you adored the incredible bond between them even if not knowing was bugging the hell out of you. 

“Okay, Momma you can look now!” The instant your hand dropped from your face you felt your heart swell with love and pride. Your son stood before you, dressed up in black trousers and bright white shirt. A mini trench coat wrapped around his body, an exact double of Castiel’s and a small tie was wrapped around his neck. But it was what was on his back that had left you speechless, a pair of black feathery wings almost the size of him. 

“You don’t like it?” Cas whispered in your ear, quiet enough for you son not to hear it. He frowned at your silentness. 

“No, I love it!” You beamed kissing Cas on the cheek as you noticed he was wearing the exact same outfit. 

“Mamma I’m an Angel just like Daddy!” He clapped excitedly, pleased with himself. 

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Literally my soulmate

“What would you do in the real zombie apocalypse?”