She/her

Johnlock is endgame - poetry - weird thoughts - pasta lover obviously

[deadpastakillseverything]

I swear some people are trying too hard, this was a non-sarcastic PowerPoint made by a girl for my French class

No the subject was not this weird looking bird (forgot the name) but some French philosophers (Jean Paul Sartre of all)

[motherbychoice]

Care to debate abortion?

Nah

[reproductivejusticeandliberty]

Mood. -V

[kiwianaroha]

This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was. 

Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”

 All conversation died.

I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.

The Devil’s Advocate was among us.

And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away. 

Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken - as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.

tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.

[meshkol]

This is the most hilarious thing and the best advice I’ve ever read on this damned hellsite.

[notjustamumj]

As someone I respect very much has written on more than one occasion, you don’t have to engage in every argument you are invited to.

[deadpastakillseverything]

Was trying to sleep last night but of course my brain recalled this scene in the hound of Baskerville, when Sherlock forget Greg’s name and John can’t f*****g believe that his boyfriend his really that stupid.

Let’s just say I didn’t sleep until late because of this

[deadpastakillseverything]

I’m just gonna say it, I know I’m not the first one to say it but who cares? Why are people so concerned with Sherlock being gay? Like if you ever read the original stories, it’s barely hidden even though it was a crime at the time. Watson and Holmes spend too much times together, and care too much about each other to be just fiends. And when you read the book, Watson has this weird habit of describing Holmes a bit too much (especially comparing to the other characters). I was reading last night and it strucked me how they only use possessif pronouns (my dear Watson/ my fiend/ my dear friend/ Holmes, a friend of mine/ my detective/ etccc). Like honestly, never heard any straight guy saying stuff like this.

anyway I’m maybe wrong, but I don’t think so. Not about something I’ve spent so many hours thinking about. And I still don’t get why people don’t see it. They’re so perfect together *-*

[alifetimeaheadtoprovethat]

[deadpastakillseverything]

Just the two of them together