"money cant buy happiness" i think you’re using money wrong
LOSING MY SHIT
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36 Things You Obviously Need In Your New Home
A Fire Pit IN THE POOL
A Door That Turns into a Ping-Pong Table
Chilled Produce Drawers in the Kitchen
A Wine Cellar Trap Door
A Sleepover Room
A Door Handle That Automatically Turns Off Electricity and Gas When You Leave
A Swing-Set Dining Table
A Built-In TV for the Bathtub
A Glass-Encased Fireplace
A Loft Hammock
A Hot Tub That Flows from the Inside to Outside
A Huge Round Bedroom Window
A Stained-Glass Door
A Library Staircase/Slide
A Bone-Shaped Pool for Your Dog
This little scene broke my heart. The girl who believed in nargles, in wrackspurts and blibbering humdingers, has become the girl who believed no more.
See, the thing that nobody understands, is that Luna believed in things that had proof. She’s a Ravenclaw, a genius, an expert in the unseen but proven. I mean, if she’d started talking about Thestrals before Harry had been able to see them, saying that there was an invisible winged horse pulling the carriages that only people that had witnessed death could see? You’d have thought THAT was crazy, too.
Luna knows Nargles and Wrackspurts are out there. As far as she knows, there’s proof of it.
But seashells hanging in a door? Those don’t do anything, nothing but give you a false sense of security.
It’s not that Luna doesn’t believe. It’s that now, as always, she’s frank and straightforward. Seashells can’t keep the evil at bay. Nothing can.
Thank you. She is not a naive little kid who believes everything you tell her. She just knows some things we don’t. Because she looks harder.
Wow. Just. Wow.
The way Moffat automatically assumes that women primarily enjoy Sherlock because they want to fuck him, because women only ever exist as sexual objects and extensions of men, and never as independent human beings who might be interested in Sherlock Holmes because they are smart like Holmes, or have issues in social situations like Holmes, or yearn to explore and understand human intimacy, platonic, sexual, whatever, the way Holmes and Watson did — this never occurs to Moffat.
Such a huge contrast to the way Fuller talks about women. They are independent persons who “love” genre, and are “more open to genre” and are the ambassadors who help people understand just how cool genre is. Just the word use of “ambassadors” — which has such lovely, dignified connotations — is so telling. Fuller seems to honor the work that women fans do, and to honor their motivations and needs as human beings. That is, women have fannish investment because they love it. They don’t do it because they are just extensions of (assumed heterosexual) male desire and sexuality. They don’t do it because they are assumed heterosexual, and sexual, and can therefore only relate to a male character by wanting to fuck him.
I knew Moffat had vilely sexist opinions, but this REALLY illustrates that for me.
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56 more hours in the freedom fundraiser for the Marissa Alexander Legal Defense Fund and we are $628 from reaching $35K. Can we get there?
i love how men mock women for being overemotional and then lose their shit over a team losing an over-glorified game of fetch
Because all men like watching sports, obviously, right? You just did what you hate men doing, putting generalizations on a whole gender.
i know i did
irritating, isn’t it?
Damn. Plot twist.