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OHH MY GODD💕

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: In Legally Blonde, Elle only gets accepted because she's hot and sent a video, but she had a 4.0 and got a 179 (out of 180) on her LSATS. Sure, her major was in Fashion Merchandising but that's a business major, and the fake school she was at was supposed to be UCLA so she had a business degree from a major college, probably went to a great high school, had a 4.0, and a 179 on the LSATS and at that point she would have been automatically accepted so why did they make it sound like she was such a bad risk? She even had leadership experience as president of a major chapter of what is apparently a huge sorority, since Delta Nus are shown as everything from cheerleaders to senators. Harvard should have been desperate to take her. She should have been able to get in if she turned in a cocktail napkin with her name written on it. So why make up the bullshit excuse of "multiculturalism" to justify letting in an extremely qualified and highly driven candidate just for laughs? Elle Woods deserved to go to Harvard and she earned that place with academic excellence and not by being hot.
Big Brothers - Winchester Brothers

Imagine a series of events of siblings being, well, siblings. 

Side note: I DON’T HAVE ANY SIBLINGS SO I HAVE NO-ONE TO BULLY OR BULLY ME BACK SO I’M SORRY IF THIS IS NOT ACCURATE TO ALL OF YOU WHO ARE LIKE: ‘BROTHERS AND SISTERS DO NOT ACT LIKE THAT OH MY GERD.’

Also creds to all the amazing people who make the gifs I use all the time :)

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*You: 4, Sam: 12, Dean: 16*

‘SAM! SHE’S RUNNING AWAY AGAIN!’ Shouted 16 year old Dean as he scrambled behind you, trying to stop you from escaping.

12 year old Sam launched himself onto the floor in an attempt to grab you. This made you giggle as you picked up your pace even more, heading for the motel door.

'SAM! WHAT THE HELL? SHE’S 4! I WANT YOU TO CATCH HER NOT CRUSH HER!’ Dean gasped at him, catching his breath as he saw you do a mini hurdle over a pile of cereal boxes.

Pulling himself off the floor and yanking Sam up behind him, Dean managed to catch up to you.

You squealed like a baby pig as he swiped you off your feet and snuggled you into his chest. 

‘Why do you always try to run away from us? Is it cause Sam is scary?’ He jokingly cooed at you as you squirmed in his grip.

‘Really Dean?’ Sam asked, crossing his arms with a fed up face.

Dean smiled sarcastically back at his younger brother while he tried not to drop the creature that would not stop moving.

*You: 14, Sam: 22, Dean: 26*

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You were sat in the back of the impala while your eldest brother attempted to convince your other brother to come back into a business that he throughly hated. 

‘Oh trust me, I know exactly what to say to him.’ Dean had said to you over 50 minutes ago.

Obviously he didn’t because if you remembered correctly, the last thing your brother Sam had said to you almost a year and half ago was: ‘I DON’T NEED YOU, OR DEAN OR DAD SO STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND STAY AWAY FROM EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ME. I WONT LET YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME. NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL CHANGE MY MIND.’ 

You were convinced that your brother would have no interest in trying to find his father and therefore you were just wasting your time on a lost cause.

A knock on your window made you jump out of your skin. Your first instinct was to pull your gun out of your back pocket but during the process you froze, recognising the face that was staring down at you through the window.

A sudden wave of fury washed over you, causing you to push open the door to the impala and slap them in the face. 

‘What the hell was that for?’ Sam cried as he rubbed his cheek.

‘HOW DARE YOU GO SO LONG WITHOUT TALKING TO US, TO ME! NOT A CALL, NOT EVEN A GOD DAMN TEXT!’ You shouted in response, pounding your hands on his back as he cowered away from you, not wanting to fight his little sister.

Dean pulled you back from him, wrapping his arms around yours so that your fists of doom would no longer be banging on Sam’s back. Sam looked up at you, shock plastered on his face.

‘Y/N, that’s enough.’ Dean said to you in an attempt to calm you down.

In return to that, you burst out crying and pulled away from his grip and practically leaped into the arms of Sam.

‘Don’t ever leave us again - please.’ You begged, a sudden realisation coming over you as you realised how much you missed your brother. 

‘I’m so sorry Y/N.’ Sam practically whispered into your ear as he tried his hardest not to cry, after all, he’d hurt one of the most, if not, the most important person to him.

Dean looked on, a face of hurt and disapproval at the way his younger brother had made his younger sister feel.

*You: 24, Sam: 32, Dean: 36*

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Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel, you heard Sam yell out your name.

‘YEAH?’ You shouted back, wiping the steamed up window with your forearm.

‘CAN I BORROW 5 DOLLARS?’ He asked, clearly already searching through your purse.

‘YEAH SURE WHATEVER.’ You blurted out, forgetting what you had been hiding in there from your (extremely and overly protective) brothers.

As you suddenly remembered, you made sure the towel was securely wrapped around you before making a dash for the main room of the bunker.

Too late.

‘What the hell are these?’ Sam questioned you, a face of pure anger as he held a packet of condoms in his hand.

‘They-they’re…’ You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence in pure embarrassment. 

As you stuttered like a broken record, Sam gave you a look every time you tried to say a word as if to say: ‘don’t even try and lie’.

‘DEAN! GET IN HERE.’ Sam cried out, obviously feeling the need to drag your eldest brother into this.

‘Sam, come on we can -’ You tried to save yourself.

‘Shut up Y/N.’ Sam said, giving you his bitch face as the condoms sat in his hand.

‘What’s up?’ Dean asked the both of you as he entered, beer in hand.

Sam didn’t say anything, simply lifted up the condoms and pointed at you, as you gave Dean a nervous smile.

Dean didn’t respond, simply shook his head in confusion, glanced between you and Sam and then took one long gulp of beer. 

‘I can’t deal with this today.’ Was all he said before doing a 180 and walking out the room. 

‘This isn’t over.’ Sam growled as you relaxed, relief washing over you.

‘Sam i’m 24!’ You growled just as forcefully back, a sense of annoyance crossing your mind.

‘Don’t even start.’ Sam warned you before waltzing out the room to go and get Dean.

My god, did these brothers give you one heck of a life.

anonymous asked:

i get the point of your post but everything i've seen making fun of older women in fandom has been because of that one reylo who made up a story about fighting with a teenage anti and those people deserve to be mocked

i’m really glad you haven’t had to see any mocking beyond that specific context and obviously i’m going to agree that there’s nothing wrong with laughing at people who are genuinely behaving inappropriately for their age but

a) trust me when i say that this absolutely happens constantly outside of that specific context too and has been going on for a long time before that post was even made

b) even on that post people were being weird about it, like, honestly i only read it once because i can’t deal with secondhand embarrassment but it had people going “omg imagine being a 39 year old woman and wearing a graphic print tee” as if THAT was the issue with the post and not someone making up an imaginary fight with a teenager for tumblr notes because apparently all women over thirty are just allowed to wear shapeless blouses from the home catalogue?? plus all the comments about “crusty old women” like you’re just wholesale repeating deeply misogynistic phrases at this point

like every single time one of those things happens it may have a valid trigger for people to say “this is inappropriate behaviour for an adult” but it devolves into something that crosses the line far too quickly and really reveals the fucked up biases and ideas people have about older women and motherhood and maturity in general

and this isn’t just unfair towards the older women you’re (general you) directing this toward but also towards yourself because you’re unnecessarily putting yourself under pressure and stress

i used to be so terrified of getting older because i truly believed i would have to become a completely different person to be ~mature as if my personality was inherently incompatible with maturity and i know so many of my friends felt/feel the same way

and i’ve been so much happier and less bothered about this since i realized that while maturity does come with certain changes like having more life experience or being able to handle certain situations better, it doesn’t mean you have to give up your whole self and all the weird stuff you’re into and do a 180 degrees change out of nowhere

women are constrained so much in our society when it comes to what we’re allowed to like and who we’re allowed to be and this only gets worse the older we are, so of course all of us have some internalized bs to work through regarding that but it’s not fair to put that on other people who haven’t done anything wrong

tl;dr: no one’s talking about “you’re almost 40 and should know better than this at this point” which is in some situations absolutely a valid thing to say, we’re talking about all the unnecessary stuff around that and the misogynistic way this is often framed

The Whistler, from Ask Reddit’s “[Serious] What is the creepiest thing that has ever ACTUALLY happened to you?”

Submitted by user bingbong1234:

I’ve been waiting a long time to tell Reddit the full story of The Whistler. This story requires many details, but it is unexplainable, creepy, and 100% true. I also have video evidence.

When I was about 8 years old I was taking my dog for a walk through the neighborhood with my mom. It was maybe 11pm. We live next to a swamp/woods area on the edge of our neighborhood in Lansing, Michigan. I remember it being very silent and slightly windy. From down in the swamp we heard somebody whistling at us. It sounded sort of like a bird, but each whistle was different enough where the lack of consistency made it human-like. The whistle sounded higher, then lower. I can’t really describe it. My mom had a concerned, slightly terrified look on her face and grabbed my hand and said that we should go inside quickly. I didn’t understand because I was too young, but seeing my mom freak out made me freak out too. After a while, though, I kind of forgot about it.

Two years later, I was taking my dog out again, late at night. There is a large bush that could easily obscure a person behind it just next to the front door. As I was finishing the walk, the whistling noise started again, same pitches, same inconsistent, human-like tones. As soon as I heard it, a chill went down my spine as I remembered exactly the feeling of seeing my mom, terrified, looking down into the swamp at something I couldn’t see (maybe she couldn’t either). I ran inside as fast as possible.

Years went by and I thought about it less and less. I told only a handful of people, and eventually it slipped from my mind.

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Kou’un no Rihatsushi-inspired au for Victuuri, where Viktor is Tsukasa, and Yuuri is Nachi.

At 18, Katsuki Yuuri sometimes likes to help out at his parents’ barber shop. He mostly just works the cash register since he doesn’t have his license yet to cut hair professionally, but sometimes his parents or sister will let him practice on them or on family friends.

One day, Yuuri is helping close up the shop, and as he’s taking out the trash, he notices someone sitting near the curb outside.

This someone has long, unkempt silver hair tied in a messy ponytail, and has a backpack lying on the floor next to them as they stare off into the distance, a cup of cold coffee sitting, forgotten, next to them.

Worried that there might be something wrong, Yuuri approaches them, and almost chokes when he gets a good look at the person.

He’s 22, probably a uni student, and is absolutely fucking gorgeous.

It’s kinda hard to see though, with bangs that hide his stunning blue eyes, and a curtain of hair hiding his beautiful face.

After talking with him for a while, Yuuri finds out that his name is Viktor Nikiforov, and he’s absolutely miserable. He hates his uni major, has no friends in this strange country, and has the biggest, most hopeless crush  on someone who won’t even look his way because of how horribly unkempt he is.

Yuuri, taking pity on the guy, invites him into the shop for a makeover.

Fast forward an hour or two later, and Viktor’s long locks have been cut short and neat, and his bangs have been trimmed so he can finally see properly. His greasy silver hair has been washed and dried by gentle hands, until it’s soft and silky.

He’s absolutely stunned when he sees himself in the mirror afterwards, hardly daring to believe that it’s his own face he’s seeing.

And when he tries to give Yuuri money for the haircut, overflowing with gratitude and looking for a way to properly thank him, Yuuri refuses, sheepishly admitting that he’s technically not allowed to cut hair for money because he doesn’t have his license.

Viktor reluctantly let’s it go for the moment.

After that day, Viktor’s life takes a complete 180.

He drops out of uni and auditions for a supporting role in a movie. But the moment the casting director lays eyes on him, the man decides that he absolutely must have Viktor for the leading role.

After that, everything just snowballs, and so fast forward to three years later, and Viktor Nikiforov has become a household name. He even has a regular role in a massively popular tv drama.

But no matter how popular he gets, Viktor never forgets the young man who had given him this bright and shining new future, the young man who had showed up in his time of greatest need, and completely turned his life around.

When Viktor isn’t on set or at some publicized event, he goes back to that little barbershop where it all started, and he helps out by doing odd jobs - in order to pay back the favor.

Yuuri, who has earned his license by now and has even taken over the shop so that his parents can retire, keeps telling him that it’s okay and that there’s nothing to repay, but Viktor won’t have any of that.

(Mostly because the reason he insists on helping out around the shop actually has nothing to do with repaying Yuuri for the haircut, and instead has everything to do with Viktor’s absolutely hopeless crush on the young barber.)

crave you

summary: highschool au//popular boy jefferson is pining over studious alex super hard and alex doesn’t notice him (yet) (mention of past jeffmads)

words: 1,140

warnings: none! super fluffy

this is totally incomplete but we can change that ;-)


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Mom Bragging

My oldest is 20. She’s in her 3rd year of college, but technically going into her senior year. She’s a poly sci major at an average college. She’s always talked about wanting to go to law school, but she’s suddenly having an existential crisis. Boy, do I get that.

She excels at the humanities, but one of her favorite classes was calculus. She’s seeing the doors of opportunity close in front of her if she commits to one career. All of a sudden she’s contemplating doing something in the STEM field.

We don’t want to be pushy parents, but we almost have one kid out of college, and her starting over now wouldn’t be financially feasible. Also, this is a girl who was born to argue and manipulate language, as well as fight for causes she believes in.

We asked her just to take a sample LSAT test to see if she has any affinity for it. She scored a 166 out of 180 on her first ever look at it.

I hope that motivates her to take an LSAT prep course and explore further.