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tastefullyoffensive:

Satan’s Little Helper [x]

“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”

Pearl (via psych-facts)

Posted 19 hours ago With 92,735 notes

“You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.”

Unknown English Teacher (via memewhore)

Posted 19 hours ago With 1,180 notes

I just adopted a puppy.

She’s injured. She’s been run over by a car and someone took care of her but could not take her in. This person’s a friend of a friend (and when I say friend I mean that crush I have no chance with). I was at his house today and he mentioned this and he put us in contact and there she is now, lying on her little bed with her plaster and just resting.

My son’s smile when he saw her made me break down in tears and now I have this thing in my chest…

I’m just generally so terribly sad…

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no-me-importa-una-mierda:

Siempre pasa

summa-awilum:

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So this is a continuation of that one post which was about the massive cock-up that is the elves, men, and dwarves trying to parley. This one is about Bilbo, the Arkenstone, and how Bilbo and Thorin managed to fuck everything up even more—with help from Bard and Thranduil. Because that is apparently how things go. Like the previous post, this is going to divided into parts. First, the description of the Arkenstone, and what it actually is. Second, the reactions of Bilbo, Thorin, Thranduil, and Bard in relation to the Arkenstone. Third, the political maneuvering around the Arkenstone. Fourth, the introduction of Dain, and what Dain is doing. As before, there will be quotations galore—as well as cursing, general lack of respect for literature, ridiculously simplified parallels, and the occasional dirty joke. 

[[I’m sorry for how long it’s taken to get this done. Life has been rather shitty, and it’s been hard to (a) find the time and (b) find any motivation.]]

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Posted 5 days ago With 160 notes

summa-awilum:

This is a (very long) post about the massive cock-up leading to the Battle of the Five Armies. A cock-up in which everyone one (dwarves, elves, and men) played a huge role. Mostly because I’m sick of the gross simplification of the politics and economics surrounding the cock-up; also, Hobbit Fandom (esp. fanfics) has this huge thing for Thorin being ill with gold sickness, which is really arguable, but also totally not the reason for the cock-up.

This post is going to be divided into four parts. First, the characterization of Thranduil, Bard, Thorin, and Bilbo in relationship to treasure and specifically Smaug’s hoard. Second, the history of the dwarves and their surrounding allies in the Erebor region, and the effects of the loss of Erebor. Third, the interaction of Thorin’s dwarves with the elves and men. Fourth, the numerous confrontations at the front gate of Erebor. If this looks like it’s going to be pseudo-academic, that’s because, well, it is. I’m bored, and also I was rereading parts of The Hobbit today, while at the dentist. There’s even going to be quotations and potentially endnotes. Fuck yeah.

[Note: there’s cursing, as there always is when I talk; also, this is over 7,600 words long, so it’s—very long.]

[Also, I really fucking hate tumblr’s shitty excuse for formatting. Jesus fuck.]

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Posted 5 days ago With 615 notes

dahliasheng:

There’s celebrities you admire and then there’s that one. That little shit. That life ruiner that could strap ravenous tigers to their feet and use my spine as a catwalk and I’d still probably get down on my knees and thank them profusely for the opportunity.

I CAN FUCKING RELATE.
BASTARD.

Posted 5 days ago With 8,664 notes

hwarang replied to your post “hwarang replied to your photo “I want my grown-up being back, please…”

I know a thing or two about idealizing crushes *hugs*. And I also know how that feels, when you are so lonely and you might even think yourself… not worthy and then suddenly, this person changes everything and you can’t help but fall.

The odd thing in my case is this person is A FRIEND. A very young friend. One that is honestly really not my type. He’s one of those every day people and honestly, it only takes being with the actual him for the crush to be gone and the romantic love nowhere to be found.

I confessed today that there is this fuck-weird disassociation in my head in which I consciously think of my idealized him when he’s not around and then I adore the actual friend-him to pieces when we are face to face, but honestly like that? eh no thank you be happy with your girl. Try not to break her heart so  much I feel sorry for her already.

Posted 5 days ago With 1 note

Thank god for scapegoats.

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curiosity-discoverer-of-worlds:

michaelblume:

curiosity-discoverer-of-worlds:

I think that even harry doesnt know what a cappucino is

I mean, the reason is pretty depressing. Hermione’s had a muggle upbringing, Ron’s had a wizard upbringing, Harry’s had neither.

What a great way to start my morning

With a cappuccino and a broken heart

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oh my god this is gorgeous.

oh my god this is gorgeous.

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icalledyoudumb:

myideaoffuniskillingeveryone:

Danny Galieote

I would frame and hang these in my house in a heartbeat.

I would frame and hang these in my house in a heartbeat.