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"You know what I think? Underneath it all, you’re actually quite nice."

Their quiet little friendship pleases me so much.

This is like 1066 and All That but with more pomegranates and fascicles.

(I got Sabellianism) 

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Hello! I am a crazed, rabid fan and just wrote and recorded a crazed, rabid rec for "Commorbidity" for the next episode of Three Patch Podcast. Thought you might appreciate a heads-up. It is a great work of art. Thank you for sharing it with us! xox Decadent Wallpaper
merripestin merripestin Said:




oh my god, that’s so lovely of you! Thank you so much!

(in my head, now, rabid fandom it now a thing, spread by fic recs.  there is no known cure.  but nobody wants to be cured, so that’s okay.)

Podfic coming for Comorbidity!

I think Decadent Wallpaper is just talking about a rec within a podcast.  The podfic came out earlier this year actually : [Podfic] Comorbidity at AO3

I was vaguely interested in Gotham and willing to give it a couple episodes to develop into something good… And then they went with “little girls lie about abuse to get their own way.”

Isn’t the whole point of this show supposed to be putting a new spin on old stories, making them new and interesting and unexpected, not regurgitating the same boring crap as ever?  

I’ll just sit here and cry because this isn’t the show.  Look at them.  They would be Fucking Magic.

Halfway through the most recent ep I gave up again.  Apparently even Peter Capaldi couldn’t resurrect my show from the current state of Dead Skunk.


RIP Maggie Stables

such very sad news

I’ll just be over here thinking about Six eating the last slice of chocolate cake and crying a lot irl.

Maggie Stables was awesome and made Evelyn Smythe the greatest companion Doctor Who ever had.

There should be a word for that feeling when the process of making it possible to do something is so annoying that by the time you’ve solved the problem, you’ve come to hate the very idea of actually doing the thing you wanted to do, just because it made so much stupid work necessary.

I think it may be called “computers.”

Hello! I am a crazed, rabid fan and just wrote and recorded a crazed, rabid rec for "Commorbidity" for the next episode of Three Patch Podcast. Thought you might appreciate a heads-up. It is a great work of art. Thank you for sharing it with us! xox Decadent Wallpaper
merripestin merripestin Said:


oh my god, that’s so lovely of you! Thank you so much!

(in my head, now, rabid fandom it now a thing, spread by fic recs.  there is no known cure.  but nobody wants to be cured, so that’s okay.)





Today on Social Anxiety Theatre: mentally rehearsing elaborate justifications for completely innocuous actions just in case some hypothetical interlocutor demands an explanation.



One of the best things about my partner, is that I can actually say these things out loud to her (even though she doesn’t ask), and I don’t feel weird or abnormal. It is a huge relief, in fact, to be able to admit out loud, safely, that I did something like pretended to be interested in this magazine rack over here so I wouldn’t have to walk past that person and make them think they were in my way and no, I’m just browsing, you do your thing and I won’t pressure you.’ Or whatever. And she just goes ‘okay’ and we go on with our lives.

It never occurred to me before, but this may be a partial answer to my constant question: “How in HELL do other people have the energy to Do Things?”  It may be because they haven’t spent the entire day expending mental and emotional energy anticipating and rehearsing for and strategizing to avoid confrontations that never happen.

(Also the zortwife continues to be the most fab partner.)

If I heart your post in the middle of the day, just please know that I probably checked Tumblr between classes and that little spark of yesgood you gave me probably saved some unhappy student from my righteous wrath.

delicious imagery

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By BSB Melinda

I’ll get to Violet in a minute, but first: let’s talk about women on bicycles.

As an avid cyclist myself, I think that focusing on Miss Smith’s chosen form of transportation is a good way to reveal a bit more about the workings of her character. People usually don’t give the subject a second thought: it’s a form of transport, of exercise, and of recreation, as well as being a thing that both sexes enjoy and participate in equally. But it hasn’t always been this way. When the modern bicycle (then called a ‘safety bicycle’) with a chain drive was first invented by John Kemp Starley, it was a huge technological advancement over the dangerous and cumbersome penny-farthing, and people began to take up cycling as a hobby en masse. And by people, I mean men.

John Kemp Starley: one smart dude

The women who first worked up the courage to try cycling were, predictably enough, publicly shamed and ridiculed. Cycling required improper posture for a lady, strenuous exercise while wearing long skirts and a corset which resulted in dangerous conditions, and it also carried the very real possibility of injury: no lady of the day would willingly be seen with a bruise on her, that might mean she had been moving around or doing something equally unladylike.

But far worse than all of the above was that riding a bicycle required the rider to put her ladybits on a saddle (oh! the scandal!) with her legs on either side of the top tube (*faints*). There were naturally some side saddle options made available, but they were largely unstable and overly complicated. To have women ride bicycles the way they were meant to be ridden simply wouldn’t do, if women sat astride anything at all it would create a nation of hysterical nymphomainacs, not to mention it would call attention to their legs. In the Victorian era, to be a woman and to have legs was just considered rude.

As we are all aware a glimpse of a woman’s ankle would be enough to incite riots and ruin her family’s good name, so a device called Cherry’s Screen was invented to hide those gams from view so she’d look like less of a Slutty McHobag:

Cherry’s Screen: dumbest idea since the hydrogen balloon

Keep in mind that our drama takes place in the year 1895, and attitudes towards women on bicycles had not yet shifted - the safety bicycle was only introduced in 1887, which means that all of the above issues regarding women on bicycles were still very much a part of public perception at the time of our story.

Now with that bit of historical context out of the way, I think we can view Violet Smith with a more enlightened perspective than before. The fact that she rides a bicycle at all is a very clear indicator that she is not a woman to be trifled with. She knows what she wants, doesn’t give a damn what others think about it, and will pursue her goals with determination and single-mindedness. The fact that she had the wits to consult with Holmes at all once she found herself in trouble proves that she knows how to find the right tool for the job. And his initial cold reception didn’t phase her one bit: “It was vain to urge that his time was already fully occupied, for the young lady had come with the determination to tell her story, and it was evident that nothing short of force could get her out of the room until she had done so.” Translation: Oh, I’m sorry, is my being here inconvenient to you? Too bad dork, you’re going to listen to me anyway.

But her admirable qualities don’t end there. When Holmes pulls out his bicycling deduction, she’s quick enough to follow his line of reasoning and knows exactly how he came to that conclusion. She’s young, beautiful, tall, graceful, queenly, fit, observant, with a spiritual face and a presumably hot fiancee. Is there anything this woman cannot do?

Oh, and let’s not forget - while she believes herself to be alone and at her most vulnerable, she races forward on her bike like the Gino Bartali of her day to take on her own stalker. This is a move so gutsy it cannot be overemphasized. Here is a woman being tormented by a mysterious and unwanted attendant whose intentions are unknown, and while she is on a very lonely stretch of road chooses to confront her fears and her pursuer rather than allow someone to psychologically bully her. For that single action alone I think she can be regarded as one of the most courageous women in the Canon.

In 1896 suffragette Susan B Anthony said “Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than any single other thing in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel, the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.” Violet Smith herself is the very picture of free, untrammeled womanhood. I couldn’t have said it any better myself.

Seriously, you can’t overestimate the badassery of Violet.

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He’d read about this feeling in the pin magazines. They said you could come unpinned. Girls and marriage were sometimes mentioned in this context. Sometimes an ex-head would sell off his whole collection, just like that. Or at some pin-meet someone would suddenly throw all their pins in the air and run out shouting, ‘Aargh, they’re just pins!’ Up until now, such a thing had been unthinkable to Stanley.

He picked up his little sack of unsorted pins, and stared at it. A few days ago, the mere thought of an evening with his pins would have given him a lovely warm, comfortable feeling inside. But now it was time to put away childish pins.

Going Postal by Terry Pratchett
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