i’m watching the disintegration of one of kelley’s friendships via her tumblr updates and it is fascinating the degree to which people swoop to her support over this. evidently it was some guy she had a crush on, but she’s aromantic or something so having a crush on a guy was some big existential thing for her, and then she asked him out because she’s an independent woman (!) but he turned her down (‘atta boy). she wanted to stay friends but it’s too weird for him (understandable) and after awhile of waiting for him to come around or something she thinks the friendship is terminated and she asked people to rec fluffy fics for her to read. so now everyone is diving out of the woodwork to drop their recs and their well wishes and assure her she’s a sparkling unicorn princess who deserves all good things in this world, and i’m just like…welcome to earth.
i was just reading chapter 4 of multiply (the sum of our parts), which is the chapter in which theodore and rosalyn are born (“sherlock theodore archibald holmes,” this story was written in 2012, two years before hlv aired) and john is gushing and waxing poetic and being incredibly soppy and romantic about the perfection and wonder of these two children he’s now responsible for, and i find myself having two simultaneous reactions (neither unexpected in topic, but both in vehemence):
(a) parentlock is actually a terrible, terrible idea, and sherlock would be an awful father (john probably wouldn’t be too much better).
(b) i really, genuinely hate babies. the idea of them, the sentiment surrounding them, the canonization of them, them. i think they’re gross and obnoxious and boring and annoying and overhyped and they repel me.