Elle Woods was hollering back before the movement. This is why i love this movie. It’s so progressive. Elle is a femme feminist who comes by it the hard way. She doesn’t change for the bookish people, the elitists, or for the feminists. She just does what she needs to do, and what she wants, even when at first it was chasing a boy. Then the movie drops the romance. IT DROPS THE ROMANCE. chick flicks don’t do that. Emmett asking her out is a footnote at the very end. And this whole time, she is classy, and lady like, and has pride in herself and her work. She’ll go to a costume party as a playboy bunny, but like hell will she sleep with her professor for an internship. Elle is my feminist role model
I remember listening to my DAD defend Legally Blonde. An uncle was saying “Oh look, it’s that stupid movie again.” as he flipped through the channels. My dad responded with “Oh yeah, that movie where the blonde girl with great grades works really hard to get into pre-law, studies hard and proves herself to her peers and bosses while maintaining her integrity and not sleeping with her boss? What a terrible message to send girls.”
Also, I love this movie because Reese Witherspoon.
And don’t forget that she has serious female friends and wins the case by way of her specialist knowledge of so-called “feminine things” that no one else takes seriously enough to even bother with.
The movie also passes the Bechdel test.
LET’S NOT FORGET that even though it starts with a situation where two girls are rivals for the same guy, they BOTH choose to ignore the social codes (and hollywood bylaws) that tell them they should be cat-fighting and trying to one-up each other, and instead they realize that they make good working partners and better friends and screw rivalry, AND ALSO HAVE EACH OTHER’S BACKS RE: WORKPLACE SEXUAL HARASSMENT. And that it portrays sororities as places where women can learn to work together and respect each other and help each other out, which sets the stage for the way Elle treats everyone she meets for the rest of the movie. OH AND IT HAS A FAT SIDE CHARACTER WHO OVERCOMES EMOTIONAL ABUSE, IS NEVER FAT-SHAMED OR USED AS THE BRUNT OF A FAT JOKE, AND LANDS THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE FILM.
Also, Elle still stays true to herself in a professional setting. Even when it’s tough for her, she always keeps being her bubbly, peppy self. She doesn’t let what others say about her stop her from being a kickass lawyer that also is unafraid to express herself how she wants to.
i want a fic about sansa getting married to loras and margaery to renly then when everyone else is asleep margaery and loras high five each other every night when they meet in the corridor whilst changing rooms and they live happily ever after
"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”
"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"
i wanna be as happy as this puppy
You have no soul
I think the thing that kills me most, is that she had the purest soul, was so kind, loving, and trusting, and that trustfulness was her greatest downfall. Evil isn’t born, it’s made. It’s molded and pushed and with arms twisted it becomes the thing it feared most. One of the greatest tragedies is watching someone’s soul be suffocated for the benefit of others.
Ah Jason, he is a total legend. Yes, our first ever meeting in the lobby of a Belfast hotel did start by him rugby tackling me to the floor yelling “WIFEY!!”
- Emilia Clarke
I AM SO BEYOND FUCKING DONE
→ btvs/hannibal [1/?]
In which Buffy meets Hannibal, figures out he eats people and then decides to outpun him.
All men must die, but we are not men.
favourite celebrity alphabet - J is for…Jennifer Morrison
Go to your nearest target. Buy a two pack of pushup bras (24$ for 2), and target’s bra inserts (12$). Then go to your nearest Walmart and buy the Vasserette Control Shapewear Panties (2.50 each), they do wonders for helping your tuck. There you go! You just saved yourself a lot of money, you can afford to buy enough to wear every day, and best of all you look fabulous. -@twidx
recs for trans women are so rare on tumblr!! spread this, people.
Just imagine that Cas stays with Sam and Dean for years, saving people, hunting things, and it goes on and on. He makes memories, in diners in backwater towns, in big wide parks hunting monsters, in the back of the Impala- his new home. But time rolls on, and Dean dies, and Sam dies, and Cas is still stuck on earth, far away from Heaven, and his friends. Away from the people he cares about.
And twenty, thirty years later he accidentally bumps into a woman who stares at him in such shock it seems like she’ll keel over and her name is Claire. And he’s on a hunt and he takes down a Kitsune who says his only regret is not killing the man who murdered his mother. And maybe Benny is still alive, maybe he isn’t, but life rolls on and on and on.
Until one day, out of boredom, waiting for a case to pop up, Cas goes to some stupid convention because it’s warm and full of people, and there’s a display there. The woman who owned all of the items passed away recently, but left them to the people who wanted them, and in mint condition sits the set cult classic novels, the Supernatural series. They even have an Impala on display. And Castiel picks up a reprint of one of the later books, the characters on the cover looking very different from the original set but so much more like they should, and smiles to himself as he flicks through all of the “get this” and the “son of a bitch” exchanges peppered about.
He smirks at his own arrival, and Raphael, and how unsure he’d been about the hooker.
Suddenly he shuts the book, eyes prickling because emotions get even easier with time and practice, and if his voice is uneven when he asks the cashier, they don’t question why. Later, alone, he’ll open it up again and stare down at the line that choked him.
“And in that moment, Dean looked at Castiel, backlit by holy fire, and though he didn’t realise it, fell deeply, deeply in love.”