Little Valentine’s Day story extracted from the book Mercury and Me by Jim Hutton
“..The night before Valentine’s Day in 1988 Freddie and I had an
enormous row. I’m not sure how it started, but it finished with the two of us
going to bed and barely speaking to each other.Next morning I got up especially early and left Freddie to
sleep on. I drove to New Covent Garden, in south London, and bought sixty Blue
Moon roses. They were pale blue, larger than the average rose, with a
magnificent scent. They were perfect and Freddie was especially fond of
them.
I got home and arranged them in a wicker basket. Then I took
them up to Freddie in bed, along with tea.
‘Happy Valentine’s Day,’ I said.Freddie was still in a bad mood with me and grunted.
He seemed
to have woken up in the same rotten mood he’d fallen asleep in. I left him to it
and went down to start work in the garden.
When Freddie got up in the middle of the morning he moved the
Blue Moon arrangement into the hall. Later in the day friends came to visit and
they commented on the spectacular basket of roses.
‘Yes,’ said Freddie, ‘my husband did them for me.’
They had pleased him, after all. And that night in bed he told
me so. We kissed and made up and he gave me a Valentine card.”
hogwarts: bloody noses, always trying their best, warm sunsets, late summer nights, sharing secrets, messy hair, movie nights, stargazing, wanting to explore the world, standing up for friends, dogs, loud laughs, fuzzy sweaters
narnia: pale white snow, red cheeks, hot tea, fantasy stories, neat notes, big scarves, early morning walks, soft smiles, cute coffee shops, calming energy, cold hands, friendly eyes, wanting to learn more, astronomy geeks
middle earth: ancient souls, coffee, old bookshelves, history nerds, loves mythology, feels at home in the forest, always up for an adventure, oversized hoodies, high grades, striving to be the best version of themselves, cats
neverland: believes in fate, doesn’t care about opinions, flower fields, standing up for what’s right, honey, photography, amazed by the universe, kind souls, often lost in their own thoughts, friendliness, loves the stars, artistic
a) do you really think someone would put all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece if they didn’t know all about the infinity stones
b) I don’t see you putting all that time and energy into making an infinity stone jewelry piece, what have you contributed lately besides being a dick to people for no reason
c) who gives a shit if you can’t name all the stones, you’re allowed to enjoy the shit you enjoy without some whiney ass loser quizzing you to the smallest detail
I will NEVER FORGET my first convention. A table was doing Transformers trivia and you could win a prize. The men in front of me were asked fairly difficult questions.
Then I rolled up. Dressed as Thrust because buttwings, damnit.
“Oh, we’ll go easy on you,” the dude said in the most condescending, smarmy tone. “Name one of the dinobots.”
I rattled all five off in alphabetical order, and demanded that they tell me all six Constructicons.
There were several guys at the table. They managed five.
“You forgot Bonecrusher,” I said sweetly and walked off. I didn’t want the prize I’d rightfully earned. Their spluttering was all I wanted.
If you’re gonna gatekeep, I’m gonna DESTROY YOU.
Great story BUT… You shouldn’t have to destroy them!!
You don’t have to love something in a ridiculously obsessive way that knows every tiny fucking detail for your love of it to bring you joy. If that’s how they get joy, cool, nice for them. But you don’t have to.
You can casually love a thing, cosplay as a thing, go to cons for a thing, without dissecting it into little pieces.
Women do not have to be exceptional in order to belong.
WOMEN DO NOT HAVE TO BE EXCEPTIONAL IN ORDER TO BELONG
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