10 3 / 2014
When Sherlock’s saying all that bullshit stuff about why Mary shot him I always think back to ‘That’s your weakness. You want everything to be clever.’ And that’s why I refuse to believe a word he says.
10 3 / 2014
just distract me right now, give me happy stories. Tell me what makes you happiest of all. Tell me about your first crush or anything idk
My biggest crush of my adolescence was when I was 12, on a pale nerd named Matt with big glasses and a bowl haircut. We were in an advanced art class together. I thought he loved art because I watched him paint every stroke so meticulously. He actually hated it, but is too perfectionist to do anything badly.
We bickered sometimes. He was very shy. I don’t know if we were friends, but he certainly talked more to me than to anyone else. One day a girl in the class tried to set us up. When she asked “Do you like Lizzy?” he just said “I don’t know. Does it matter?” So, then the girl talked to him really slowly like he was stupid: “If you like her then wouldn’t you want to date her?”
He responded by saying “How could I take care of a girlfriend if I can’t even take care of myself?” I actually liked his response. Most guys in the school thought having a girlfriend was about eating lunch together and getting to second base, and here he was talking about taking care of each other.
A few years later he moved away. I didn’t know why, but I figured we’d never see each other again. I was more affected by it than I would have admitted to anyone. I always wanted to be his friend.
In the beginning of 11th grade, he moved back. There was a trip somewhere on a school bus (I don’t even remember where). And he sat next to me.
There was plenty of room for him to sit alone. That’s usually what he did, but he sat next to me.
Then, as if that wasn’t uncharacteristic enough, he awkwardly initiated conversation. He asked questions about my friends, my dreams, my family- the stuff that mattered. He never did quite grasp small talk. We talked about how we both wanted to go to Australia someday. His dad gave him a boomerang from there.
I asked him how liked Austin since he was back. He said “I don’t really like it. I don’t have any friends.”
Then I said “Well, then I’ll be your friend.”
As soon as I said it I was thinking "Crap that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever said out loud what am I even doing?" He didn’t think it was, though. He just smiled really big and said “Ok.”
We saw each other a lot. He got in the Aquatic Science class, Tennis Club, and Science Club mainly because I was in them. On class trips he followed me around like a puppy. He would share all his favorite songs with me on his mP3 player and we would be connected by earbuds- a tangible excuse to be close to each other and hear things no one else around us did.
I found out the reason he moved away. Sitting in a tree after playing tennis, he told me that he had depression, and he voluntarily went to a mental hospital for three weeks. They thought it would be good for him to get out of his home environment, so he moved a few towns over in with his step brother for a year. He was scared that telling me would drive me away, but it never did. We all have our weaknesses.
Unlike most past tense stories of adolescent love, this one doesn’t have an ending. We’ve been married almost five years now. He’s kind, snarky, smart, and my absolute closest friend. My husband, Matt, didn’t know how to make friends. He had a large, close knit family that provided most of his socialization without him having to try. He had one friend in elementary school, and when he lost him, and started growing apart from his cousins, he developed depression. The episodes he’s had of depression actually forced him to get out of his little world and rely on others, and now the memories of those times makes him a more empathetic person. He is on the very high functioning end of the Autism spectrum. He picked up on social cues so poorly that he literally could not tell if someone wanted to be his friend unless they directly told him (like I did). As an adult, he has gradually learned these social skills, and is even able to initiate friendships now.
We have a labrador, we still listen to music together, and we play dorky board games. Sorry if this story was too long, but it’s one of the happiest I know. :)
09 3 / 2014
So many people are debating how Sherlock really feels about Mary. I think he’s desperate for her to work with John, despite all deductions and better judgements, because he views himself as just like her.
If she can stay in John’s life after hurting him, then maybe he can, too.
09 3 / 2014
“Oh, you’re straight? So is spaghetti until it gets hot. ;)”
Are you suggesting we boil heterosexuals
09 3 / 2014
*whispers* Snape’s Worst Memory is not Snape’s Worst Memory because James was being mean to him it was his worst memory because he called Lily a Mudblood and put an end to a friendship that was already unstable and unhealthy