*Live.Love.Dance*
booksandwildthings:

swagbat:

how game of thrones should end

#khal drogo just #descends from the heavens #on a flaming stallion #punches everyone in the face #and sits his fine dothraki ass down on the iron throne #until daenerys shows up #then he stands #dusts the seat off a bit #and steps aside for his khalessi

Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson on the set of Captain America: The Winter Solider

englishbreakfasts:

englishbreakfasts:

omg ok well while i was home from university this weekend i stumbled across an old photo album and found pictures from a job I did when I was in like 5th or 6th grade and I remember the shoot being pretty long, like 4 or 5 days, and just being in love with the girl who played my sister. All i really remember was that it was her first acting gig and she was from Kentucky but I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL NOW THAT IT WAS JENNIFER LAWRENCE OH MY GOD I KNEW HER BEFORE SHE WAS FAMOUS WORSHIP ME PEOPLE WORSHIP ME

if you’re going to reblog a picture of jennifer lawrence at this time, let it be this one. Look, she’s reading harry potter, and 12 year old me is looking at her like the sun shines out of her ass.

englishbreakfasts:

englishbreakfasts:

omg ok well while i was home from university this weekend i stumbled across an old photo album and found pictures from a job I did when I was in like 5th or 6th grade and I remember the shoot being pretty long, like 4 or 5 days, and just being in love with the girl who played my sister. All i really remember was that it was her first acting gig and she was from Kentucky but I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL NOW THAT IT WAS JENNIFER LAWRENCE OH MY GOD I KNEW HER BEFORE SHE WAS FAMOUS WORSHIP ME PEOPLE WORSHIP ME

if you’re going to reblog a picture of jennifer lawrence at this time, let it be this one. Look, she’s reading harry potter, and 12 year old me is looking at her like the sun shines out of her ass.

thethespacecoyote:

ineloquentformalities:

boygeorgemichaelbluth:

funoftheday:

Instead of caramel apples this Halloween, melt jolly ranchers in a 250 degree oven for around 5 minutes, then pour over your apples. Add edible glitter for the sparkling space effect!

this is kind of genius

WHOA

NIGHT VALE APPLES

thethespacecoyote:

ineloquentformalities:

boygeorgemichaelbluth:

funoftheday:

Instead of caramel apples this Halloween, melt jolly ranchers in a 250 degree oven for around 5 minutes, then pour over your apples. Add edible glitter for the sparkling space effect!

this is kind of genius

WHOA

NIGHT VALE APPLES

introvertedcaskettshipper:

castle-fan41319:

is it just me or is that Caskett cuddling on the bed??

Yup! She has her head on his chest. I feel this season’s gonna kill us with feels…

The blacklist Feelings & Tumblr

cassbones:

nikki-rook:

beckettsbitchface:

lyndseyls:

beckettsbitchface:

alwaysdefectivecastle:

Probably my fav pic of beckett right there

someday they’re gonna answer the door in the middle of the night in their robes and a cop with their teenaged child will be on their porch.  They both look kind of how they look their.  Then Kate just turns around, “it’s 3am, he/she is your child between 11 and 5.  I’m going back to bed”

But imagine if it’s their daughter. Because, if I’m not mistaken, Beckett was the girl coming home at 3am, maybe not with a police escort, but can’t you just imagine Castle saying “Hon, this is your territory, Alexis didn’t prepare me for this.” and walking off to identical eye rolls from wife and daughter.

and then the cop just hands the kid over to Kate, “figured your punishment would be scarier than spending the night in lock up.  Goodnight, Captain.”

perfection. all of this. perfection.

Kate and Rick regarded their eldest (between the two of them) child together. 
Richard James (RJ) Castle hung his head, not willing to meet the no-doubt disappointed eyes of his father and the livid ones of his mother. In fifteen short years, he’d luckily received very few of the former, though much more of the latter. 
He listened as the cop—ironically a man he called Uncle Javi—explained the situation.
"I was covering for another officer when I saw RJ here and two of his punk ass friends hanging around Washington Square Park, tagging a building across the way. He’s lucky I was the only one there because you know any other cop would have put his ass in lock up for the night. I’ve already dropped off his friends with their parents, but only because he begged." Espo turned to RJ. "You better straighten up, bro, cuz my little girl ain’t hanging around no hoodlums." RJ was about to correct him on his grammar but thought better of it.
"Yes, sir," he mumbled, focusing on his toes. "It won’t happen again."
"You’re damn right it won’t," his mother growled, "now get inside."
RJ rushed past his parents, not missing the sympathetic look his father sent him. He’d always been kind of a softy, his dad, while his mother had always been more strict, yet fair. She always gave good reasons for her punishments; she hated the term, “Because I said so.” 
He had no doubt, however, that whatever his punishment would be, it was not going to be pretty.
After his parents had shut the front door, RJ braced himself for the lashing he was about to receive. But he was met with silence. When he looked up, he saw that his parents had joined him in the living room, looking tired and disappointed in him.
"What were you thinking?" his mother hissed. "Going out in the middle of the night just to vandalize some building? Do you know how much more trouble you could have gotten into if Javi wasn’t there?"
"I know, I know," I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to make it look better," RJ responded, frowning.
“Look better,” Kate hissed, “by vandalizing it?”
"I wasn’t vandalizing it, Mom," RJ argued. "All I did was paint a rose."
"A rose?" his father asked, finally speaking. 
RJ nodded. “Yeah, Dad; a big red one with two green petals and the words, ‘Beauty is everlasting; it never fades. Never give up.’ I painted it on the side of the wall facing the Hospital. You’d be able to see it from the fourth floor.”
Kate’s eyes widened. “The Juvenile Oncology wing?” RJ nodded.
"You know how Nia and I volunteer there with the kids?" Kate and Castle nodded. "Well, every time we read to them or play with them, they always look so sad. No kid should look that sad. So I tried to give them a reason to smile. I’m not…I’m not a master wordsmith like Dad, so I couldn’t exactly write them anything, but I am an artist…”
"So you drew them something," Castle finished, a proud smile blooming on his face.
RJ nodded. “Yeah. And you can punish me for that if you want to—I’ll understand, but I don’t regret it; not at all.”
Castle turned to her, giving her a look and her gaze hardened as she took a deep breath. She turned back to RJ.
"You still broke the law," she said, "and you broke curfew, so you’ll have to be punished." RJ nodded, looking back down at his shoes. "You’re grounded for two weeks. No video games, no TV, no hanging out with friends. You only go to school, the hospital, and home. Got it?" He nodded again. "And, in the mean time…let’s see about making more murals around the city." RJ’s blue eyes widened and he looked up, surprised. His father was looking very much the same way. "I think everybody could use some cheering up in this city, don’t you?" He grinned nodded. Kate treated him with a tiny grin, before hitting him with that same glare. "Now up to bed; you have school in the morning and I don’t want to hear that you’re too tired. Now march." RJ stood up, fighting back a smile as he made his way between his two parents.
Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms tightly around his mother. Kate’s eyes widened at the sudden embrace, but she welcomed it, hugging him back. Her son was almost as tall as her and it was both painful and endearing; her little boy was growing up. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I love you, Mom," he mumbled into her shoulder. Kate smiled, kissing his hairline. 
"I love you, too," she said, before pulling away. "Now, bed," she added, kissing his forehead again before pointing him towards the stairs. "And be quite; your brothers and sisters are sleeping." She chuckled as he made exaggerated tiptoeing motions on his way up, looking up at her husband. "He is just like you," she mumbled into his chest. Castle grinned.
"Actually," he said, "I think he’s got the best of the two of us." Kate nodded in agreement.

cassbones:

nikki-rook:

beckettsbitchface:

lyndseyls:

beckettsbitchface:

alwaysdefectivecastle:

Probably my fav pic of beckett right there

someday they’re gonna answer the door in the middle of the night in their robes and a cop with their teenaged child will be on their porch.  They both look kind of how they look their.  Then Kate just turns around, “it’s 3am, he/she is your child between 11 and 5.  I’m going back to bed”

But imagine if it’s their daughter. Because, if I’m not mistaken, Beckett was the girl coming home at 3am, maybe not with a police escort, but can’t you just imagine Castle saying “Hon, this is your territory, Alexis didn’t prepare me for this.” and walking off to identical eye rolls from wife and daughter.

and then the cop just hands the kid over to Kate, “figured your punishment would be scarier than spending the night in lock up.  Goodnight, Captain.”

perfection. all of this. perfection.

Kate and Rick regarded their eldest (between the two of them) child together. 

Richard James (RJ) Castle hung his head, not willing to meet the no-doubt disappointed eyes of his father and the livid ones of his mother. In fifteen short years, he’d luckily received very few of the former, though much more of the latter. 

He listened as the cop—ironically a man he called Uncle Javi—explained the situation.

"I was covering for another officer when I saw RJ here and two of his punk ass friends hanging around Washington Square Park, tagging a building across the way. He’s lucky I was the only one there because you know any other cop would have put his ass in lock up for the night. I’ve already dropped off his friends with their parents, but only because he begged." Espo turned to RJ. "You better straighten up, bro, cuz my little girl ain’t hanging around no hoodlums." RJ was about to correct him on his grammar but thought better of it.

"Yes, sir," he mumbled, focusing on his toes. "It won’t happen again."

"You’re damn right it won’t," his mother growled, "now get inside."

RJ rushed past his parents, not missing the sympathetic look his father sent him. He’d always been kind of a softy, his dad, while his mother had always been more strict, yet fair. She always gave good reasons for her punishments; she hated the term, “Because I said so.” 

He had no doubt, however, that whatever his punishment would be, it was not going to be pretty.

After his parents had shut the front door, RJ braced himself for the lashing he was about to receive. But he was met with silence. When he looked up, he saw that his parents had joined him in the living room, looking tired and disappointed in him.

"What were you thinking?" his mother hissed. "Going out in the middle of the night just to vandalize some building? Do you know how much more trouble you could have gotten into if Javi wasn’t there?"

"I know, I know," I’m sorry. I just…I wanted to make it look better," RJ responded, frowning.

Look better,” Kate hissed, “by vandalizing it?”

"I wasn’t vandalizing it, Mom," RJ argued. "All I did was paint a rose."

"A rose?" his father asked, finally speaking. 

RJ nodded. “Yeah, Dad; a big red one with two green petals and the words, ‘Beauty is everlasting; it never fades. Never give up.’ I painted it on the side of the wall facing the Hospital. You’d be able to see it from the fourth floor.”

Kate’s eyes widened. “The Juvenile Oncology wing?” RJ nodded.

"You know how Nia and I volunteer there with the kids?" Kate and Castle nodded. "Well, every time we read to them or play with them, they always look so sad. No kid should look that sad. So I tried to give them a reason to smile. I’m not…I’m not a master wordsmith like Dad, so I couldn’t exactly write them anything, but I am an artist…”

"So you drew them something," Castle finished, a proud smile blooming on his face.

RJ nodded. “Yeah. And you can punish me for that if you want to—I’ll understand, but I don’t regret it; not at all.”

Castle turned to her, giving her a look and her gaze hardened as she took a deep breath. She turned back to RJ.

"You still broke the law," she said, "and you broke curfew, so you’ll have to be punished." RJ nodded, looking back down at his shoes. "You’re grounded for two weeks. No video games, no TV, no hanging out with friends. You only go to school, the hospital, and home. Got it?" He nodded again. "And, in the mean time…let’s see about making more murals around the city." RJ’s blue eyes widened and he looked up, surprised. His father was looking very much the same way. "I think everybody could use some cheering up in this city, don’t you?" He grinned nodded. Kate treated him with a tiny grin, before hitting him with that same glare. "Now up to bed; you have school in the morning and I don’t want to hear that you’re too tired. Now march." RJ stood up, fighting back a smile as he made his way between his two parents.

Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms tightly around his mother. Kate’s eyes widened at the sudden embrace, but she welcomed it, hugging him back. Her son was almost as tall as her and it was both painful and endearing; her little boy was growing up. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Mom," he mumbled into her shoulder. Kate smiled, kissing his hairline. 

"I love you, too," she said, before pulling away. "Now, bed," she added, kissing his forehead again before pointing him towards the stairs. "And be quite; your brothers and sisters are sleeping." She chuckled as he made exaggerated tiptoeing motions on his way up, looking up at her husband. "He is just like you," she mumbled into his chest. Castle grinned.

"Actually," he said, "I think he’s got the best of the two of us." Kate nodded in agreement.