pride and prejudice wasn't written as a resistance to the patriarchy djdjfhdhsj what
i mean i’ve been staring at this message for a solid minute now pondering how to reply, trying to figure out how ro reply, but honestly it boils down to one question: have you read it?
because literally the prevalent theme of pride & prejudice as well as other works of Austen—perhaps most visibly, sense & sensibility—is the ironic social commentary on the degraded role of women, as subjected and dependent on the way of whether they would marry well as they used to be?
like, honestly, what did you think it was about? sure it has a romance in it, but it’s probably one of the the most politically designed and carried out romantical arcs in literature, as it relies not so much on mutual affection, but rather darcy aknowledging his fault of diminishing elizabeth as an intelligent human being. at first, we see him as quite obviously set upon taking her for granted and applying stereotypes; startled with her outspoken attitude and clueless as to why she would reject him. because it IS surprising, that’s the point, given the context of Austen’s novel, the commonly praised choice would be to accept not only darcy, but mr collins without another thought. what do you think is the reason mrs bennet was so distraught all the time? there was no way of securing the future of her daughters other than marriage, we hear it being repeated over and over again—they cannot inherit their father’s fortune.
and—good grief. that’s the romantic ‘main plot’ concerning darcy and elizabeth alone, because the whole point is that he changes his beliefs and acknowledges elizabeth as an equal in the end. darcy isn’t exceptional for being surly and broody, he’s exceptional because he listens and learns.
but all the rest? the whole arc of charlotte, and her unhappy and dull marriage to mr collins, and the stark contrast with elizabeth. charlotte is not WRONG, she does the only thing she knows for certain will allow her to live in a respectful way without becoming ‘a burden to her parents’. the arc of lydia, basing off her portrayal against wickham? even with all his debt, infamy and faults, wickham’s opinion is at no point more blemished than lydia’s. that’s the point, that’s reiteraring the original notion of the disparity between men and women in regency England. the radiating, stinging paternalistic attitude of mr collins towards elizabeth when he marries charlotte and TELLS her that she would probably get no better chance. his absolute belief—corresponding with darcy’s, and contrasted with the latter’s rehabilitation later on—that elizabeth has no choice but accept him.
and elizabeth herself—for all the composition and impeccable manners, she IS a controversial figure in the novel. take the scene when she’s bashed by lady catherine de bourgh, the ongoing commentary on her being too forward with her opinions, the continuous bashing coming from her mother—the lingering threat that lizzy’s ‘stubbornness’ will cause her much trouble and, above all, prevent her from securing both her and the other sisters from absolute poverty when their father dies.
and, just … of course it’s written subtly, it’s conveyed in elizabeth’s wit, in austen’s slightly ironic narrative. the problem with the situation of women is not EXPLICITLY named and stated. it’s not modern times where we’re accustomed to forward addressing of feminist issues. no: it’s shown. it is not only the consistent theme in her works, it’s the prevalent theme of them. i mean, come on, there’s tonnes and tonnes of books that were NOT written with a purpose of targeting partiarchy. fuck, there are much MORE of such books than there is of the latter kind. But to choose Pride & Prejudice specifically, a novel which became one of the most famous books in the world, renowned for e x a c t l y t h i s … i cannot comprehend. please, at least consider this: do you really think the purpose of austen writing p&p was writing a romance? really? why would it become so much of a literature landmark, then?
i don’t mean to be nasty and honestly, go and have your opinion, you’re perfectly entitled to it, but it does make me sad that a novel that is a witty, outsanding and one of a kind social commentary on the plight of women in a specific time period written by a woman IN the time period is turned into something as common as a novel with a romantic plot. that’s all.
champagne or rosé? outer space or the deep sea? glitter or iridescent? book stores or movie rental stores? paperback or hardcover? nude colours or bright colours? caves or forest clearings? hot beach sand or cool ocean waters?
Personal headcanon Derek Hale uses an almond milk and honey blend moisturiser for his hands because the lady in the mall told him it was “guaranteed to make you feel special”.
Derek felt guilty buying it. He has no right to own something this nice but he uses it anyway. He loves the way it makes his skin feel; how soft his hands are with it and the wonderful, heavenly smell it gives off.
He never wears it around the pack but it’s just his luck the one day he decides to go all out and pamper himself with it - lotioning himself up from head to toe - Stiles is practically breaking down his door, insisting he’s had “the biggest breakthrough you’ve ever seen, Derek” on the current Selkie case.
Derek is just thankful Stiles has a human nose when he’s forced to let him in but that doesn’t mean Stiles isn’t going to notice: this is Stiles, after all. He doesn’t need a werewolf nose to be the most observant one in the room. Derek thinks about jumping in the shower and scrubbing away as much of the moisturiser he can but he feels so good and it isn’t fair he has to wash off his special treat just because Stiles chose to show up uninvited at nine in the freakin’ morning.
So he braves it. Meets Stiles at the door and glares the moment Stiles opens his mouth to make a comment. Derek’s aware he’s blushing and he crosses his arms, scowling. So what? he wants to say, but the guilt is eating him alive, so he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to hear Stiles ask why Derek is having a spa day. He doesn’t want to hear a goddamn thing.
Derek is certain Stiles spends the entire two hours he’s at the loft holding back joke after joke - Derek is surprised he manages to hold back any comment that pops into his ridiculous head at all - but as he goes to leave, Stiles only looks at him, a determined look in his eyes as he says, “you deserve good things, you know.”
Derek spends an entire week not knowing what to do with that.
It all comes to a head when he opens his bedroom door the following Saturday, only to see a gift basket at his feet. At first, Derek goes on high alert. Someone broke into his home and he didn’t notice. Is he sick? It’s only when he sees the card, clearly in Stiles’ hand writing, that he relaxes (pointedly ignoring the fact the only reason Stiles could have managed to break in without waking Derek up is because Derek, and every one of his heightened senses, trusts him completely. The thought is utterly terrifying.)
Derek, the card reads, I thought you might like these. Your friendly neighbourhood skin-care hero, Stiles.
Derek begins to roll his eyes but there is no one around, so he smiles instead. Inside the basket are five different scented body butters. One is labelled ‘milkshake’ which makes Derek shake his head and grin further because of course Stiles picked up a body butter called ‘milkshake’. Derek is just surprised he didn’t manage to find one that smelled of curly fries too. Placing all the items carefully in his bathroom cabinet, he reads the card once more and stashes the basket under his bed, leaving the card inside.
Four days later, he calls Stiles up and asks him if he wants to come over and watch a movie. The Selkie problem has officially been dealt with and Derek can’t deny he wants to see Stiles. He always wants to see Stiles (and isn’t that thought even more terrifying than the last one).
It takes Sties exactly six minutes to notice which scent Derek is wearing - the milkshake one (which Derek will admit to himself he did on purpose) - and if Stiles spends the whole movie with his face pressed to Derek’s neck because “milkshakes are my weakness, dude, you can’t judge me!” Derek is definitely not going to complain. Especially when Stiles takes his hand half an hour later and blames it on the fact it would be “a crime not to hold someone’s hand when it’s this soft!”
When the credits begin to roll, his stomach churning, Derek turns to face Stiles and plans to prove just how soft his hands can be, gently placing them on each side of Stiles’ face.
“Derek, what are you-” Stiles begins to ask, just as Derek slowly leans in to him.
“I’m about to kiss the guy of my fucking dreams,” he says, a little too honestly. He raises an eyebrow. “Problem?”
Stiles grins. “None whatsoever,” he whispers, shaking his head and laughing nervously - it’s adorable - as Derek closes the remaining space between them.
Either one way or the other I think the writers should have put in a scene where a guy (not John) was flirting with Sherlock and see how that played out.
They Did That.
As we know, Sherlock saw “Jim” slip him his number right away. And going off his reaction below- was p shocked at the gall this Jim dude was displaying, trying to cheat w him right then and there when he is so clearly out of this guy’s league.
Interesting touch in the writing, that. Making this dude flirt with Sherlock, knowing Sherlock would pick up on it… So that they could later write in a scene where Sherlock displays that he knows multiple miscellaneous ways to recognise a gay man such as his underwear, the hair product he uses, his eyes, his clothes……… Interesting………………
What do you think about Ariana grande and the charity concert
I think it’s fucking incredible that not even 2 weeks after that happened, she managed to organise the whole thing. I think it’s incredible that every bit of money that is made is going to help the families of those who died and the victims that survived but not without significant pain and suffering. I think it’s pretty incredible that she was apparently in hysterics and inconsolable for nearly 24 hours after it happened, but she came back to the city it happened in to give something good to those people. I think it’s incredible to see the support of so many other artists for the people of Manchester. I think it’s the best thing that could have happened honestly. They wanted us scared, they wanted us to be scared to do what we love, that’s why they targeted the place they targeted. And instead we’ve put on an even bigger show, brought even more people together, spread love and support and acceptance. It’s the most beautiful show of support and the best fuck you to everything the people that plan these attacks stand for.
Before this all happened, I didn’t really pay Ariana any attention, and I wasn’t a fan of her music. But after all of this, and the grace and poise and class that she’s responded to this situation with, I have nothing but respect for her.
So. Please hear me out. I'm not asking too much (I think). What if FBI can't find Derek because he's hiding as a wolf? And then when Stiles tracks him down because he's awesome and kind of paranoid these days; his team thinks he's being crazy chasing a wild wolf (because his colleagues are noisy Little shits like him) but instead this wild wolf actually... Likes him? And now the Wolf is like a mascot of the pre FBI team and I'm crying that no one is writing this
What I love most about this is the image of Derek Hale getting adopted by the FBI as a pet……while still trying to hunt down Derek Hale.
Stiles would find this wildly amusing but even more so, Derek would probably get a huge kick out of it. He never seems to get a moments rest, always on the run from someone. And now here he is, getting free doughnuts from the very people who are trying to put him away.
The irony is far from lost on him. He and Stiles probably have a lot of fun with it at home. Stiles would make far too many puns, mind, but Derek finds he secretly loves him them.
Sitting at Stiles’ feet at his desk - probably getting his head scratched - as he listens to Stiles’ colleagues talk about how “dangerous Hale is” and that he should “never approach Hale alone”. Stiles nodding seriously and then, later, coming home to find a very human Derek in his bed.
“Approach with caution, Officer,” Derek says, grinning. “I could be armed.”
“Good thing I brought these then,” Stiles replies, winking and holding up a pair of hand cuffs, “isn’t it.”
So apparently, baby ducks can imprint. How what would happen is that one day Derek just walks into Deaton's clinic with about ten baby ducks in his arms, which had been following him around all day since they decided for some reason that he is their mom and refused to let him out of their sight .
Derek totally didn’t name them, but, “I think Patrice has abandonment issues.”
“Abandonment issues?” Deaton asked, blinking, and then “Patrice?”
Derek just glared, averting his gaze. Alright, so he had named him. But only because it made them easier to tell apart. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth, holding out the baby ducks for Deaton to take. “I can’t look after them. So here, you have to take them.”
Deaton shook his head. “I think you’re doing just fine, Derek,” he said in a way that could either mean ‘fuck off’ or ‘these ducklings are part of some bigger plan that I’m not going to tell you about’ and then walked away. Just like that.
Later that evening, Stiles came home to find Derek….and several ducklings on his bed.
“Please tell me that’s not the pack,” was the first thing he said, panicked that he wasn’t feeling just as panicked about that scenario as he should be. He wasn’t going to lie and say the thought of Jackson being turned into a baby duck didn’t amuse him.
“No, it’s not the pack,” Derek answered, rolling his eyes, letting one crawl into his hands. “I think….” he frowned. “I don’t think they have…parents.”
“Yeah, “ Derek nodded, all serious and utterly adorable. “And….I don’t know what to do.”
It was hard to read Derek most of the time, but Stiles thought he was getting better at it and this was definitely Derek speak for: ‘I found these baby animals and now I am scared I’m going to hurt them because I don’t have the best track record. SOS, send help, I am a tragic, brooding, beautiful mess’.
Okay, so maybe not the last part. But Stiles was definitely on to Derek.
Derek looked up at Stiles then, as if reading his thoughts, like Stiles had all the answers to the universe. Usually, Stiles was flattered when Derek came to him for help. Well, not flattered, per se. Smug. Smug was the word he’d use. He liked being smug around Derek, his own personal fucked up foreplay. But right now, something different was tingling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm, and maybe just a little bit helpless. He wasn’t sure if it was a feeling he necessarily liked.
“Well, how about we start with a pond?” he suggested, leaning back against his bedroom door, resisting the urge to grab his phone and snap a picture.
“A pond?” Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, build a pond?” He started shaking his head, like the thought terrified him.
Silly, beautiful wolf.
Stiles shrugged. “Why not? You have the money, don’t you? Plus, I think they like you.” He winked and Derek flushed, right to the tips of his ears. Stiles laughed.
“Come on, sourwolf,” he grinned, shaking his head, picking up his backpack from where he had dumped it on the floor. “Let’s go make us a home.”
“It’s your turn to feed them,” Stiles groaned, turning in Derek’s arms.
He swore he could hear the ducks already quacking impatiently. “Please, babe,I’ll do anything if I don’t have to get up right now. I’ll even blow you. Twice. It’s so waaaaaarm.” He stretched, like the lazy cat he was, and smiled all the way down to his toes.
“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” was the only reply he received.
Stiles groaned again. “Sweetheart?” he tried, instead. “Honey? Chicken pot pie of my life?”
For that, his Derek Hale shaped cover was snatched away from him.
“What’s wrong with chicken pot pie???” he yelled, heart broken. Utterly, utterly heart broken. No, betrayed. Derek was mean.
“Nothing, if you want to stay married to me, noodle.”
Stiles grimaced. Okay, they’d work on their pet names for each other outside of sex later. They couldn’t just stick with ‘asshole’ - it was starting to lose its meaning when they fought.
Shoving a pillow in Derek’s face, because when was that ever not satisfying, Stiles crawled to the side of the bed - and because he had no dignity - rolled out of it. “See if you get any sex when I get back,” he called over his shoulder, grabbing Derek’s boxers on the way out of the door.
Derek only grinned when Stiles looked back, already falling back to sleep.
We’re always going to be the kids from the Isle. I tried to forget it. I really tried, but those are our roots. And we all did what we had to do to survive. But it made us who we are. And we’re never gonna be like anybody else here, and that’s okay. [requested by anonymous]