was my mom the only one like this

12x13 Coda

Sam doesn’t eat burgers. 

Dean does. Anyone they’ve ever come across knows how much Dean likes to down a double cheeseburger with extra onions but Sam prefers wraps or salads. He likes beer but prefers to drink lite brands and Dean’s the only one who drinks IPA, yet the three letter packaging is staring back at him on the table. 

Dean’s opened up the fast food bag and with the wrappers pulled out he can see the order receipts on the food. Three burgers with no lettuce, extra onion, extra bacon, and extra cheese just how Mom and Dean like them. 

John Winchester had his flaws but he knew better than anyone that Sam and Dean had different tastes. He’s pretty sure Mary think they’re the same person half the time. 

Except that isn’t right either because if they were the same person then wouldn’t Mary text both of them? Want to share jokes and grin and blast her music for both of them to hear? Play Scrabble and share stories about the Impala with both of them? 

She doesn’t. Because Sam’s not the same person, he’s an addition to the person Mary already had. 

And of course it makes sense why would she want to spend time with him? She doesn’t know him like she knows Dean. He doesn’t know anything about cars so how can he join them when they sit for hours in the garage talking about the Impala? He likes Dean’s music but because it’s an extension of Dean and their childhood, not enough to talk about the band members and the year of the album releases like the two of them do in the car while he sits quietly in the back. He doesn’t like beef jerky or blasted music or even pie that much. 

Sam wouldn’t want to hang out with himself either. 

But the best part of the entire situation is Dean’s still so untrusting of her, so tentative in allowing her in after she left that it’s suddenly up to him to bridge the gap between them. Of course he does it too because Dean had been peace maker for Sam and John so how can he deny his brother this? How could he not jump at the chance of making what was left of their family whole? 

He thinks he might have screwed up somewhere along the way. He must have. Because Dean and Mary are made from the same cloth and they’re happy enough to be together despite Dean’s digs but Sam can’t even find the breath to ask his mother how she’s doing anymore after the Demon Prince.

Since when is life about getting what you want? 

He knows that well. Kinda like wanting to meet your dead mother only to have her show up and not give a shit about you. 

So he stares at the beer and doesn’t touch the burgers as Mary explains that she’s been teaming up with the British Men of Letters and it’s been awhile since he’s felt this empty. He knew he wasn’t exactly high on her list of priorities but she’s not even looking at him as she says it. 

She’s looking at Dean. 

“We have a history with them-” He tries to get out but she’s quick to shut him down, the cutting way she say’s his name making his breath catch in his throat. 

He’s told it was a hard decision. He gets the feeling it really wasn’t. 

He feels five years old again, scrambling for their Dad’s attention while he taught Dean how to shoot a gun, eyes never leaving Dean’s hands despite how many groans of boredom Sam made. So he tells her, reminds her that he was cruelly burned and broken despite how disgusting the words taste on his tongue. He want’s to forget and heal, not have to use the experience to beg his mother to reconsider teaming up with his torturers. 

Since when is life about getting what you want?

She’s preaching about family and while that might work with Dean it doesn’t with Sam and he abruptly stands. “My family,” He says evenly, holding eye contact with Mary despite how she keeps flickering to look at Dean. “is made up of one person I can trust.” 

It’s clear what he’s saying and Mary flounders, obviously looking for an angle to argue as Sam watches on, the empty feeling taking some satisfaction from how surprised she looks. She didn’t think he’d take a stand and she was wrong. 

“Sam,” She says again, leaving the malice out of her tone this time. “I want us to be a family, they can help us make a bigger difference. We can all be working together if you’d just listen for five minutes.” She smiles, eyes soft and face open as she looks at him. It’s a decent poker face but he still see’s the cracks of defensiveness and irritation that she even has to explain herself. 

He nods in understanding, knowing she thinks he’s the empathetic one and lets her have a moment to believe that he’s going to be settled by her weak bargaining. “But Mom,” He starts. “Since when is life about getting what you want?” 

He leaves her there to think on it as he walks out of the room, dumping the bag of burgers in the trash by the door. 

You know what I hate more than my art style?

I tell you.

I hate nothing more than my art style.

But my mom came to me yesterday and told me the story of the archer who was so focused on the target that he could never hit it.
Until that one day he learned to enjoy his practice and finally understood that the more you like doing what you do, the better you improve.

Did he hit his target in the end?


And I hope to be like him and finally accept my mistakes just to get better without even realising.

Ok so my mom decided that instead of staying and convincing the building owner to extend our lease, that it’s better to move the store to a new location (which has better parking and cheaper rent). I’ve also decided that I will take over the family business (which I’ve been thinking about for a while now). My mom’s not getting any younger and somebody has to continue the business when she pass away (she’s 66) and I don’t think my sister would do it cuz she’s got her own family now while I don’t and I have more experience in working here cuz I was the only one helping my mom for like 12 yrs. I can’t take over the cooking part cuz of my vision but I think I could do the managing part. I think this is a good step towards me having a purpose in life instead of feeling that my life is a waste and wanting to end it. Before I moved to North Carolina 7 yrs ago, I so hated working here cuz I felt trapped and can’t do the things I wanted and was envious of my sister and cousins cuz they get to go hang out with each other while I had to stay here and work, but now not anymore cuz they’re doing their own things and have jobs and stuff and my mom is letting me do things I want (like go to cons and take dance classes again and even staying late here at the store so I can watch the new spn eps instead of hurrying back home before 7). I think this is a good direction to take. Hope it’s not too late.

Highlight of my week: I was at the library w a friend yesterday who doesn’t like swearing but I kept on saying fuck - anyway at one point she’s like “the only exception is when you’re actually angry” so I said “ok well I’m angry”

Then she said “no you’re not because you’re never angry. You’re the most levelheaded person alive” lmaoooo that’s literally the first thing on my resume

anonymous asked:

My mom thinks Betty killed Jason and I'm like they better fucking not Betty is too fucking great they better not have her be the one who killed Jason

I feel like I would kind of love if Betty killed Jason, but only if Betty is also secretly Polly, cause that would be I N S A N E. But also, I would kind of love it because Betty is an angel and it’d be really cool to see her turn. 

But then again, she’s my sweet little darling, I don’t want her to do anything bad we need to protect her from everything.

Help with spirits

@death-witch-envy Ok here’s the thing.
There’s at least one spirit in my house, the one we know about is a little kid and he has been here for a really long time (my cousin knows the family who lived in my house before us, and they felt and saw him too), my mom has seen this kid, but not his face. Other people has seen this kid before, and they told me (and I didn’t tell them about him before). I never saw this kid, but felt other things like steps in the corridor, the feeling that someone is watching me and it makes me VERY uncomfortable, weird noises and I once saw a photograph being thrown in front of me when I was alone. The only place where I feel comfortable when I’m alone is my bedroom, and I noticed that my cats love coming to my bedroom, especially the oldest one, I don’t know if this has something to do with it.
Everyone in my family knows about the kid, in fact, many of them have seen shadows, heard steps and doors being knocked (I also know that there’s something powerful with energies/spirits in my family, like it’s hereditary).

One of my cousins told me he was in a room with the door closed and felt ‘’weight’’ on the bed, something very similar to a cat jumping on the bed, but he was alone. And now my sister told me some things that she never told anyone before. When she was little, like 4-5 years old (she’s 14 now), she had many imaginary friends, most of them were nice to her, but there was one that was very mean and creepy. She told us that he was bad and he liked to do mischievous things, but now she told me that he had eyes that glowed in the dark and that he used to pull her feet at night. She said ‘’I never told anyone before because he said that it was a secret and it was a game’’. She also told me that one night, not so long ago, she was sleeping in a room with one of my cousins, and around 5 in the morning she heard someone tapping the window. The last thing that happened to her was seeing shadows walking from one room to another in the middle of the night. These are only a few things that have happened, because there are more.

My mother used to pray a lot for the little kid (I think she still does, she puts candles and stuff), when she did this he used to disappear for some time. About 2 years ago my mother removed the closet in her room to build a new one, and she found a cross made with twigs and a red ribbon under it. I don’t know exactly how it was because I wasn’t at home when this happened. With a little research I found out they were used for protection. We think that maybe the kid was attached to it… but we don’t know anything for sure. Maybe it was made by the family that lived here before us because they were scared, who knows.
I thought that the spirits ‘’went away’’ for some time now, but now that my sister and my cousin told me what happened to them here (also my brother and another cousin that says she feels being watched), I don’t know what to do. I want to clean the house or something, because these spirits are scaring everyone including me, I don’t feel comfortable being alone in my own house, but I don’t want to make them more angry or something. I’m a beginner witch and I don’t want to fuck things up.

i was so tired last night i actually thought these were good

Okay, so this one takes some explaining. After I went away to school, my cat would only drink water out of a glass on the kitchen table and only if someone was sitting with him (that’s His Glass in the foreground). He will still only drink out of this glass, although he will drink alone, but if the water is more than like an hour old, he won’t touch it. My mom has decided that it is because someone told him about ‘microbes’ and so ‘microbes’ has become a running gag in our family. 

And then, just today, my dad texted me this picture without context. I have never seen this book before in my life. But there it is. Puck finally found proof of his microbes. 


Star Wars: The Force Awakens cast reading the script for the first time

my favorite things from the Women’s March, D.C.
  • little girl holding a sign that says “dear theodosia we’ll fight for you”
  • people cheering when you got off the metro
  • someone was dressed as a middle finger
  • my 52 year old mother: “look at all the pussy hats!”
  • the not one, not two, but three mothers who were breatfeeding their children as they marched (the most metal thing i’ve ever seen)
  • “if you get arrested we aren’t bailing you out” “why are you only talking to me” “olivia, look at you”
  • the little girls (like 6 or 7), chanting “show me what democracy looks like!” and their father responding “you are what democracy looks like!”
  • the same little girls high fiving passing marchers
  • this exchange between my mom and brother, on how long it takes to move half a million people: mom, “this must be what moses felt like for 40 years” brother, “well he only had to deal with a gold calf, not a golden shower”
  • the fact that there were SO MANY women that we all decided to use the men’s bathrooms as well as the women’s bathrooms
  • starting a chant of “love trumps hate” as we marched past the trump hotel
  • really all of the chants though
  • “can’t build a wall / hands are too small”
  • (women) “my body my choice” / (men) “her body her choice”
  • passing a big portrait of obama and everyone shouting “thanks obama!”
  • some people were bouncing up and down (for warmth, idk?) and one guy said “think about it: if we get everyone to do this it’ll be the world record for most number of people doing this”
  • the number of old ladies in attendance
  • a man holding a sign with a downward arrow that read “angry feminist dad”
  • “we shall overcomb”
  • the federal mint has harriet tubman’s face on a big banner right next to washington, lincoln, and hamilton!
  • honestly there were so many moments i probably can’t list them all

reblog and add your own faves and the city you were in!!

My mom never had a serious relationship until she was 27. Then she met my dad. They got married after a year, and this year will be celebrating their 23rd anniversary.

My grandma never had a boyfriend until she met my grandpa at age 26. They decided to get married after two weeks. They’ve stayed married for 52 years until he passed away last year.

Point is. Don’t feel bad if you feel like your relationships don’t work out, or you have problems finding a partner. It only takes one good relationship to last.

Taeyong: *meets a child and sees their mother*

Taeyong: wow I love children!!!!! l actually have a few at home lol. It’s hard to be a mom right??? All of that cooking and cleaning is so tiring!! Right?????? One time my little one got this horrible haircut that made him look like a confused coconut all the time but that’s okay because he was cute and he was the Baby™. Also!!! my kids are great kids!! They only fight when one of them gets bored and he decides to pit them against each other. Did you know that they got their first win for-

So this is the opposite of fuck customers.

I work at a toy store so since it’s after Christmas we have TONS of people coming in with their kids and gift cards! Most people limit their kids to what’s on the gift card bc that’s their present, others for financial reasons.

This boy (like 7) showed his mother this really cute sonic plush and asked for it, so they came over to me to price check it since i wasn’t busy, but since it was big it was like 40$. He only had a gift card for 25$ and his mom said they couldn’t afford it. Fast forward to when I was ringing them up. He found a smaller tails plush so he seemed okay. Just as they paid, one of my coworkers from the register next to me walked up with a bag with the sonic plush in it and offered it to the lady. She sort of just “We didn’t pay for that.” To which he responded he knew, but some gentleman did and told him to give it to her son on their way out. My heart melted a bit at the look on both their faces. And the guy who bought it didn’t even stay. He bought it and left it for them without looking for gratitude or anything. That was the sweetest thing I’ve seen so far while working there.

Sometimes I think about how being a first-generation science student puts me at such a disadvantage compared to some of my peers. It seems like every highly successful STEM student that I know had a mother that was a nurse or a father that was an engineer. A brother that’s a mathematician. A sister in medical school. Something to that effect.

Then there’s me. My dad’s an accountant. My mom only has a high school degree. Technically, my grandfather actually was a mechanical engineer, but he died too early on in my life and lived too far away for it to be terribly relevant. So I might as well not have any family in STEM at all. No one to grow up talking to about STEM. Or even about academia in general.

I have always been on this journey by myself. And it makes me want to cry sometimes.

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your fave is problematic: the darkling

- invented emo culture
- occupation: drama queen
- can’t seem to be able to stop saying alina’s name
- no seriously he can’t
- drinking game: drink everytime he says alina in one paragraph. blackout guaranteed
- it’s not a pHASE MOM!!!!1!!!!!!1111!!
- literally fakes his death at the smallest inconvenience, get on his level
- thirsty™
- i’ll stop wearing black when they invent a darker colour aesthetic
- mirror mirror on the wall who’s the most pretentious of them all
- does not handle rejection well, like will murder a small village to ease the pain
- only has two emotions: what a gr8t day 4 murder & lovesick puppy
- did i say murder??
- sinnamon roll who’s probably killing you as we speak
- alina starkov’s biggest fanboy
- ‘my alina’ ☀✨💛👌😍😍😍😍😍💘
- the villain w/ a sweet tooth trope™ is strong with this one
- runs on bitterness and salt. pls help him
- will probably sell his soul for a piece of cake

Crew Mom

Robin: I’m not your mom.

Usopp: Weeeell…

Brook: You do exhibit rather motherly behavior, Robin.

Usopp: Yeah, I mean, my and Sanji’s moms died when we were little, Zoro’s is wherever, and I don’t think Luffy even knows who his is.

Luffy: It’s true.

Usopp: So you’re like our mom. Crew mom. Crew mom, crew mom!

Robin: I’m not the crew mom.

Usopp, Chopper, Luffy, & Zoro: Crew mom, crew mom, crew mom!

Robin: Zoro, why are you chanting?

Zoro: It’s a catchy chant…

Luffy: … Crew-

Robin: One more chant, and no stopping for ice cream at the next island.