*hugs* It isn’t fair, and it’s not OK. Is it so hard for everyone to either mind their own damn business and/or treat each other decently regardless of gender, identity, race, religion, ethnicity, or sexuality so that we don’t have to worry about that sort of thing??
Maybe the part that irritates me the most about tonight is that, even as I walked, I couldn’t help thinking that – should something happen to me – the police or whoever heard about it would very likely be quick to ask why I was out so late in the first place. Because clearly a young woman has no right to expect safety while walking her dog because it’s late at night and you should be home with the doors locked.
I walk my dog sometimes at 9 or 10 at night and usually it’s okay but one time somebody pulled up in a truck and wanted to know directions. So I stood like 6 feet back with my dog between us because I sure as hell wasn’t going to get close.
I definitely know that feeling! When I’m walking alone in town or wherever (I did this on campus at university, too) I often take out my cell phone and have pretend conversations. It’s not the best deterrent, but if someone were to have unsavory intentions towards me, they might be less inclined to act if they think there’s a “witness” on the other line.
But then the flip side of that is you don’t want to look like a distracted target either.
*hugs* It isn’t fair, and it’s not OK. Is it so hard for everyone to either mind their own damn business and/or treat each other decently regardless of gender, identity, race, religion, ethnicity, or sexuality so that we don’t have to worry about that sort of thing??
Maybe the part that irritates me the most about tonight is that, even as I walked, I couldn’t help thinking that – should something happen to me – the police or whoever heard about it would very likely be quick to ask why I was out so late in the first place. Because clearly a young woman has no right to expect safety while walking her dog because it’s late at night and you should be home with the doors locked.
I walk my dog sometimes at 9 or 10 at night and usually it’s okay but one time somebody pulled up in a truck and wanted to know directions. So I stood like 6 feet back with my dog between us because I sure as hell wasn’t going to get close.
Oh my goodness, I own it and I have no regrets. It is a masterpiece of gore full of splendid, ridiculous musical numbers, and OMG Anthony Stewart Head *whatmorecouldyouwant* 😀 See if you can figure out what my favorite scene is!
I’m halfway through it and I like. I was really surprised hubby has seen it and liked it, musicals aren’t normally his thing.
How I feel about this character: I think she’s awesome and underused and I want to watch her get her own spinoff All the people I ship romantically with this character: eleven mostly. Even though the idea of anything smutty with 11 squicks me My non-romantic OTP for this character: I think her and Amy are great friends My unpopular opinion about this character: One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Her and Jack kicking butt together my OTP: river/eleven my cross over ship: brotp jack/river a headcanon fact: River and Jack have in fact met.
Oh, GIRL. I won’t even lie, my first reaction was “That’s what SHE said,” but then I figured I couldn’t limit my pronouns to one gender. So “that’s what EVERYONE said.” WOOP.
Mycroft opened the door to his home office and stopped dead in his tracks. Where normally there was his sterile desk and bookshelves, now there was a shelf full of orchids bringing color and scent to the room. On the desk was one of Mycroft’s favorite books, first edition. And open to his favorite passage he noticed as he stepped further into the room. Quietly he moved to inspect the flowers a moment before taking a seat and pulling the book to him.
There was a knock on the open door. He looked up to find Greg standing there with a bottle of their favorite wine and two glasses.
“You did all this for me?” asked Mycroft.
“Happy Birthday,” smiled Greg, coming in to steal a kiss and pour the wine.
**
John watched Sherlock lean against the bar, smiling and lightly touch the arm of the other young man. He took another swig of his beer. The other man laughed at something Sherlock said and he saw the detectives eyes light up. It was an act. He knew it was an act. But still his hand flexed by his side. The other man leaned in and whispered something in Sherlock’s ear, hand coming to rest on his thigh.
That was it. John put down his drink and walked towards the pair, case be damned. “Excuse me,” he said, tapping the other man’s shoulder. He saw Sherlock’s eyes and ignored the silent command to back off.
“Hey go away,” he said, looking down at John. “I’m busy.”
“No, you’re done.”
The man scoffed, taking in John’s size. “What are you going to do about it?”
Less then three minutes later John and Sherlock were out on their arses. At least John had the satisfaction of watching the other man hold his bloody nose and glare at them as he headed down the street.
“I almost had the information I need,” said Sherlock, turning on him. “Why would you…” He blinked and looked closer at John. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?“
"Brilliant deduction,” growled John. He looked at him a moment, then pulled him down and into a kiss.
