the people in dex’s town were, generally, assholes. see, he couldn’t escape slurs on the ice and, in school, everyone had Opinions about every thing they could and didn’t hesitate to voice them loudly and ignorantly. Dex lived with this for seventeen years, only about a decade of which he really understood what was actually happening, and he got used to being the most open-minded, non-bigoted person in the room. he didn’t hate the gays (liked them quite a bit, actually) didn’t make disparaging comments about the few non-white kids at his school, didn’t treat his girlfriends like shit or make jokes about women in the kitchen and “fucking bitches”.
for all his life, he’d always been the wokest person in the room, and then he got to samwell. samwell, where the minimum “not being a dick” wasn’t enough. where his views were the most conservative, bigoted ones there. where he was no longer open-minded, but ignorant, bigoted, and as horrible as the people he had endured all his life.
at first he was angry. how dare people accuse him of bigotry when he’s lived and breathed bigotry from birth. they know nothing of what he’s endured, know nothing of how he is a goddamned miracle for turning out the way he did with the world he lived in. how fucking dare-
then dex sees. sees the sexism lardo experiences, how it’s woven into everything she does, how the guys from other teams talk down to her about everything, including hockey for fuck’s sake. he sees how bitty still hesitates to bake around him sometimes, sees how bitty’s eyes track guys around the dining hall and dart away like he’s afraid to be hit (and dex gets that, to a point, he does, but to see it on bitty of all people). he sees how the racism nursey experiences isn’t all-out slurs and horrible jokes, but the little things, the relentless prodding, the stuff on-ice that only he and ransom get, the way security guards on-campus always ask to see his ID first when the team gets rowdy. he sees chowder talked down to, lardo objectified and sexualized just for being vietnamese, sees all the things he’d never paid attention to before because samwell makes him see it.
because samwell and the team and everyone around him hold him accountable. the bare minimum he wore with pride is not enough here. it is not enough to not be a bigot and expect to be rewarded, and samwell forces him to see that and change it and educate himself, and he learns and watches and researches and makes himself better because samwell and the team would tolerate nothing less.
u know how ppl let others paint on their back? what if harry was painting something on louis’ back and told him it was a sunrise but really it was just a pretty mixture of colors with “marry me?” written on top :(
The girl that didn’t realise her roommate was flirting with her until we moved countries again. To make it worse she even commented things such as, and i quote, ‘you look so good fuuuuck me 😍’ and ‘everything about this is so perfect 😍’ on my instagram.