You’re pushed to venerate and respect political figures, bosses, cops, soldiers, Gods, etc because it’s one of your obligations to authority.
Authority figures are assumed to have greater moral worth than the rest of us, as part of their privileged position in society. Some of this is attributed to good deeds they’ve done in the past, but plenty of regular people act like saints without any special recognition. That “greater moral worth” lies in the roles of politician, boss, cop, solider, and God themselves.
That’s why the boss gets credit for all the hard work the workers do, because they are the relevant authority figure.
That’s why cops are defended from criticism, even when they kill black people over nothing, because they uphold the law. They defend what authoritarian society considers moral.
That’s why we shield the military from criticism because they “defend our freedom,” even though no institution could have the authority to defend freedom, and many of our operations around the world have almost nothing to do with defending freedom and everything to do with opening up new markets for capitalism.
That’s why we’re pushed to follow the Gods of various religions, under threat of death or eternal torture, because only he knows what is right and wrong. Even if he may not exist.
And more recently, that’s why we’re pushed to respect people like John McCain, who has access to the best and most affordable healthcare for his cancer, but condemning him for trying to take what little healthcare we have from millions of people is treatedasimmoral.
Authority is not entitled to your respect. Don’t give it to them.
I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day
25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room.
Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac.
5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass.
It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall.
Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him.
This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams
“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”
And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using.
Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire.
Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts.
Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time
I’m still irritated that Gotham has yet to address the Isabella situation. And I don’t just mean Os and Ed not mentioning it (although that does make it more annoying), I mean they haven’t given us a valid reason for why she even existed other than to sabotage Nygmobblepot and cause a feud.
I’m not even mad as a shipper of Nygmobblepot, it’s just a horribly lazy way to separate them and it makes no sense whatsoever from a writing standpoint. And what was the point of Os falling in love with Ed? Was it to appease fans and get brownie points??
I honestly don’t understand why things worked out this way.
Maybe they’ll bring it up in the future, but I’m very scared that Isabella will remain as a static, unimportant character..
To celebrate the one-year anniversary of susierpt, I had you all vote on what you wanted me to do – and a masterlist of plot bunnies inspired by Halsey songs won! Feel free to use these ideas, and if you like them, a like or a reblog is much appreciated. Thanks for one year of RPT, everyone!
trouble: muse a and muse b are in a tempestuous, destructive relationship. the two raise hell together by day, but by night, behind closed doors, they argue and fight all the time, muse a seeming to almost take pleasure in tormenting muse b. but despite how awful muse a can be, muse b stays with them, the passion and excitement of the relationship intoxicating them. muse b will gladly allow muse a to set them on fire – just so long as they do not leave them. muse a, in turn, is too proud to admit that they need muse b. if muse b ever did get tired of their shit and leave them, they have no idea what they’d do. the two are trapped in a cycle that’s headed for mutually assured destruction, but neither are willing to get themselves out.
colors:muse a is muse b’s ex. the two were together for a long time, and the relationship was a transformative one for muse a. being with muse b made them into someone new – but ultimately, muse b didn’t like who that was. the two broke up, despite muse a still being very much in love. the two haven’t really spoken since the breakup, but now, muse a is watching from a distance as muse b falls apart. always someone with a lot of personal demons and problems to wrestle with, it seems muse b can’t cope alone, but they’re far too proud to admit it. will muse b allow muse a back into their life to help them? and will the two ever be able to salvage their relationship – or at least their friendship? and how can muse a help when the loss of their love has left them damaged, too?
strange love: muse a and muse b run with vastly different social circles, but meet one night at a party held by a mutual acquaintance. although muse b is known for being distant, cool, and untouchable, something about muse a charms them, and the two end up talking about deep, personal matters, things they never thought they’d discuss with anyone, let alone a complete stranger. one thing leads to another, and the two wind up hooking up in the bathroom. the next day, muse a wakes up to find out that someone captured pictures of them making out with muse b – and that they’re all over social media. muse a and muse b now must attempt to navigate an attempt at a relationship, while dealing with the rumors and gossip surrounding them.
roman holiday: muse a and muse b are childhood friends. grew up next door to each other, went through school together, played games together, the whole shebang. they also found refuge in one another from their awful family situations, both coming from abusive households. one day, after the two have finished high school, it becomes too much. muse a shows up at muse b’s bedroom window in the middle of the night, after a particularly bad night with their parents, and tells muse b they’re leaving forever – and they want muse b to come with them. the two pack their things, get in muse a’s car, and drive off into the night, intent on never seeing their parents again. the further they drive, the less they can deny their own romantic feelings towards each other, and soon, it becomes the vacation from reality that they’d always dreamed of; far away from their parents, happily kissing and sleeping curled up with each other in the backseat. but vacations from reality can’t last forever… right?
ghost: muse a is a self-described “bad influence,” and they warned muse b as much when they first got involved. at first, the relationship was passionate, fun, and loving, but over time, muse b watched muse a become less and less interested in them. soon, their relationship went from committed and exclusive to open and casual – but still possessive. both claim that they are “non-exclusive” and can sleep with other people, and both do, but muse b is still far more invested in the relationship. still, neither of them can bring themselves to break it off completely. no matter how many other people they sleep with, muse a will always come back to muse b for “one last fuck,” and no matter how much they claim to hate muse a, muse b will always let them.
100 letters: muse a was a very, very bad partner to muse b. always tearing them down and insulting them, and making them feel alone. finally, muse b got sick of this shit, and walked out, finally standing up for themselves. now, muse a wants them back, but muse b isn’t having it. muse a sends muse b a letter every single day, declaring their love, ignoring muse b as they threatened to take them to court for stalking them. whose patience will snap first?
eyes closed:muse a and muse b used to be dating, but broke up. muse a is over it, but muse b isn’t. to cope, muse b has thrown themselves into a relationship with muse c – and it isn’t working. although muse c is devoted to them, muse b still has feelings for muse a, and just can’t seem to move on. torn between wanting to win muse a back and avoid hurting muse c, muse b stays in their unfulfilling relationship, stringing muse c along further just to avoid being alone.
coming down: muse a was in a really bad situation when they met muse b, and muse be managed to “save” them somehow. this resulted in muse a falling hopelessly in love with them. although muse b cares for them, the feeling isn’t entirely mutual. it’s unclear how much of muse a’s devotion to muse b is actual love, and how much is just gratitude. either way, muse b is perfectly willing to exploit it, using muse a’s devotion to them to get things done – no matter how unpleasant or outright immoral.
hurricane:muse a is a player, preying on younger, vulnerable people, using them for sex before moving on to the next one, muse b is their karma. muse b is fiercely independent, and actively seeks out muse a, because they know they can count of them for meaningless sex. however, muse a falls fast and hard for muse b, and is now given a taste of their own medicine when they find themselves chasing a relationship with someone who doesn’t care for them at all.
strangers: two girls, muse a and muse b, have begun a secret relationship, hiding it from their family and friends. muse a wouldn’t mind keeping it a secret, if muse b wouldn’t stop insisting that this isn’t, in fact, a relationship. muse b claims that it’s just a meaningless fling, but muse a isn’t convinced. muse a wants muse b to commit to them, even if not publicly, but muse b refuses – at least, for now.
young god: muse a is the child of a cop, and a total goody-goody. they’ve never broken the rules in their life, and believes in the police force as the ultimate force for good. muse b, however, has other ideas. muse b has fashioned themselves a vigilante, tracking down and punishing criminals themselves, changing the world, one assault at a time. when muse a and muse b begin to fall for each other, muse b persuades muse a to question the law for the first time, and join their crusade. but muse b isn’t exactly a pinnacle of goodness or justice, no matter how hard they try, and their life is a dangerous one. muse a wants to help them change the world, but how far is too far?
closer: okay, you know this one. muse a and muse b went out for awhile a few years ago, but split up for whatever reason. now, years later, they find each other again in a hotel bar. despite all the reasons the relationship failed the first time, the two decide to get back together again – just for one night. for one night, they’ll pretend their breakup never happened, and that the outside world doesn’t exist.
sorry:muse a is a very insecure person. for a variety of reasons, they believe that no one will ever truly love them. muse b, however, is determined to prove them wrong. but years and years of feeling completely alone and unlovable don’t vanish overnight, and muse a frequently pulls away from muse b, expecting that soon, they’ll leave anyway. unfortunately, this has become a form of self-sabotage – the more muse a expects muse b to leave, the more they withdraw, and the more muse b does actually consider leaving.
bad at love:muse a is someone who’s suffered a lot of personal problems and heartbreak, and has been left a broken, lonely, dysfunctional person. convinced that finding their soulmate will “fix” them, they’ve gone through a lot of short-lived relationships. the latest is with muse b. muse a is, as always, convinced that this relationship will be the one to solve all their problems. muse b likes muse a, but knows that they can’t save them – muse a will have to do that themselves.
I would be happy if even a few people responded to this to contribute stuff they love about BBC Sherlock canon. Just stuff they enjoy without the need to think about it or justify it, etc. Happy things. Here, I’ll start.
John is so cute. Just looking at his face makes me happy. It’s fun to watch him get quietly angry, or pull rank, or look at Sherlock the way he does.
I also like to watch John sprain people.
Sherlock is also cute and makes amazing facial expressions, and sometimes he’s got at least a dozen chins. Particular bonus for Sherlock pouting and/or being drunk, and Sherlock making the oh-face.
Extra extra bonus for Sherlock’s really ridiculous jokes at John’s expense. Oh god. It’s kind of cute though.
Should I mention that time when Sherlock was fighting people and it was like slow-mo and his ass in those pants…. Actually, anytime Sherlock’s fighting people. Definitely worthwhile.
Everything is so pretty, shiny, with a great soundtrack, creative camera work, etc. Fun to watch even when you want to scream at the characters.
Mycroft being droll and smiling that little smile that says he’s humoring you but also imagining ruining your life in 1238 different ways. He’s like so catty. He’s the apotheosis of cattiness, to the point where Gatiss might have written a self-insert.
Sherlock’s little joke about how he imagines multiple ways to murder Mycroft, and actually anytime they’re together and are having that super-catty sibling Dynamic (although not *that* Dynamic… this is a different dynamic, okay).
Anytime Moriarty is on-screen, swishing and snarking his way to eternal glory, but specifically the immortal comment about shoes. And, I have to say, the lip-syncing.
Remember that time he swished his way to the crown jewels? Yeah. Foxy.
That time John held on to Sherlock’s sleeve, carefully, as they ran.
That time Sherlock looked at John across the cop cars, and said to himself: ‘oh my god’, because. Oh my God, right?
That time John called Sherlock an annoying dick, a cock, and a drama queen… but you know he meant I love you.
That time in Mrs Hudson’s kitchen. John’s face.
The times in the taxi. All the times.
That time Sherlock winked at John in that hugely exaggerated way, like, you *know* what I mean, Jooohhnnn.
That time Sherlock woke up and his first word was 'John’, and then when he was out of it and a pretty lady he’s supposed to have been into was trying to hit on him, but he started and said, 'where’s John?’
That time John was just kinda asking whether Sherlock was single, licking his lips like, 'good’. That’s what he said.
That time Sherlock blinked a lot and John was like, okay now this is getting kind of intense…. 😳