Me, shaking, holding the pinterest posts and AO3 fics I found of frank and Gerard being shipped: the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gray area the past is a gra-
the writers of house md really were just sherlock and watson fujoshis who were writing gay johnlock hospital au for their own homosexual fantasies but somehow it got picked up for television so in tears they had to degay their beloved gay johnlock but their gay agenda shined so bright that they had to have house wilson and everyone around them constantly and often even unironically acknowledge them as codependent soulmates and each others ideal partner both romantically and otherwise and seemingly the only thing that keeps it from happening is some tacit understanding of each other’s immutable heterosexuality????????????????
Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
So I read The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion and one of the things that striked me the most in her retellings of her memories with her late husband was how utterly loving, caring and respectful their relationship seemed.
And I don't mean respectful as in they treated eachother right but as in they truly held eachother in high regard, considered eachother's points, gave importance to eachother's interests and respected their intellects in a way that so many few people are capable of doing. And to me that was so much more romantic than any gifts or sweet messages could ever be.