ponfarrisforwerewolves:

#I HATE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR

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typingfrantically:

Let me talk to you about books.

Specifically, one book. This book.

This book should be a best seller. This book should be required reading for graduating from high school. Before you get that diploma, you read this book.

This book deals with debunking “Neurosexism,” which is a very fancy term for all of that evolutionary psychology bullshit that people spill about those “brain differences” between boys and girls.

This book debunks such myths as:

• Boys are better at math than girls
• Women make crappy lawyers/business CEOs/etc, as their brains are not cut out for aggression.
• Men make crappy counselors/primary school teachers/primary parents/etc, as their brains are not cut out for empathy.
• MEN ARE BUILT FOR GOING OUT AND HUNTING WHILE WOMEN ARE BUILT FOR STAYING HOME AND BABYMAKING IT’S NOT SEXISM IT’S JUST BIOLOGY
• And many other such myths.

Furthermore, this book covers topics such as: 

• Neurosexism and gender perceptions in multiple races (as this is not a singularly white experience, just as the western world isn’t a singularly white experience)
• Sex discrimination in the workplace, and how women are (or, more often, are not) allowed to behave
• How science is used (badly) to support many of these claims
• Experiences of trans* people, both through interviews and empirical studies.

AND FINALLY - It is all brilliantly researched, cited, compiled - and it’s easy to read! Cordelia Fine actually manages to be funny while writing this, which I think is important, because it makes all of this information infinitely accessible.

Delusions of Gender has reinforced what Oberlin taught me: The gender binary is stupid and arbitrary, and dangerous. And it is a self-perpetuating bias that needs to be addressed to be overcome.

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Derek Hale - 1x04 “Magic Bullet” → Requested by gigithemaster
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teenyblondini:

faceityourenevergonnamakeit:

sherlocked-inside-the-tardis:

avengingshit:

“He said you do that.”

#skdjajkaygh #i just think about sherlock being alone during his hiatus and talking out loud and then looking around and realizing john isn’t there

“…and then, when I told her about the cologne on her boyfriend, she tried to—” Sherlock looked up to find that, once again, John wasn’t there. It had been almost month since his ‘fall,’ but he still couldn’t seem to get used to not having John around. He had managed to get used to nearly everything else, but not having John around was going to take some work.

He sighed and got up, wishing he had his violin, even though he knew it wouldn’t help. He picked up his phone and flipped through the texts he had received since the fall.

Went to your funeral today. You would have found it boring. Sentiment and all that. You pretended not to understand it, didn’t you. -JW

I made two cups of tea again. I left yours by your chair. Maybe you’ll come back. -JW

The tea was still there when I woke up. Maybe you weren’t thirsty. -JW

I’ve started working again. Not at St. Barts, though. Can’t deal with that place right now. -JW

I got a call from Harry. Says I should go live with her. I can’t, though. I keep thinking that you’ll come back. -JW

Please come back, Sherlock. -JW

I won’t even complain when you play the violin at three in the morning. -JW

I met a new girl today, but could already tell that she was a chronic cheater. I guess you rubbed off on me. -JW

My therapist says I should stop texting you. Maybe she’s right. Then again, I don’t know what’s right anymore, though. -JW

You’re probably not even getting any of this. -JW

Lestrade visited today. Offered to let me stay at his for the night. Just for some company. I couldn’t do it. -JW

Anderson was gloating about how he knew you were a fraud all along. He left with a bloody nose. -JW

I don’t think Sally’s too pleased. -JW

They tried to take your violin away. I wouldn’t let them. I wouldn’t let them touch anything in your room, in case you do come back some day. -JW

I’m having the nightmares again. But this time, I just see you falling. And I try to catch you, but it’s always too late. Always. -JW

I was supposed to protect you. I guess I can’t do anything right. -JW

I thought I saw you at work today. My heart literally lept, but you disappeared. You always do. -JW

God, just give me a sign. Anything. I just need to know you’re alive. Please. -JW

Sherlock looked away from the phone. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He was already running risks, checking up on John in various disguises. He had nearly been caught a few times, too. He leaned back in his chair, his legs stretched before him, crossed at the ankles, phone dangling from a hand that hung off of the arm of the chair.

He missed John.

—

A year and a half passed. He was getting closer and closer to completely eliminating the web. The texts still came in a steady flow every day. It kept Sherlock sane. Kept him from using. Kept him alive.

I was watching crap telly again. Not the same without you shouting abuse at them now. -JW

Your brother was quite insistent that I go back to my therapist. I’d rather not, though. It’s not helping. -JW

It still hurts, Sherlock. It’s been over a year and it still hurts. Why does it still hurt? -JW

I still make two cups of tea a day. You still never drink yours. -JW

—

Two years later, he had finally cornered the last member of the web, taking care of him with one clean shot in the temple. After the man was dead, Sherlock sat down, staring at the corpse for a good two hours.

It was done.

The web was disintegrated.

And then, out of nowhere, he felt an almost manic explosion of laughter burst out of him. He was laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. Or was he crying? Emotions of glee and desperation racked his body, reducing him to a shaking pile next to a dead man. Finally, he managed to stand up and pull himself together, leaving the corpse where it lay and quickly typing out a text before heading back home.

Put the kettle on. -SH

Oh my lord :D

Send help!!

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kari-kurofai:

the-rogstar:

wholove:

YOU STUPID SHOW

OH MY GOOODDDDD
 

Ugh omg they’re so cute. They’re at that level of cute that makes me want to die because they’re so cute. UGH HELP.

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Reblog if you attend Tumblewarts, School of Likecraft and Rebloggery.

labyrinthbattle:

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theappleppielifestyle:

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder-

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1/100 wincest moments

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