what’s surreal to me is that if you look at v&v era brendon compared to doab brendon or even just twtl brendon there’s such /age/ on his face like what happened between 2011-2013 that caused him to go from a sweet little babyfaced boy to this hardened older man
I know this is a very unpopular opinion, but I think Martin/John had aged terribly during Sherlock's run. Looks like he's aged 25 years instead of 7.
Well I don’t care much about that. But he might have. And on top of that the makeup of s4 was a bit weird. They went for some natural makeup I think. Well people age differently.Martin is still cute and hot so I guess he wins. Tbh in my opinion he is getting hotter (Or I might be developing very serious daddy kinks). Maybe that’s only me. I will very much like to hear other opinions.
How The French View Americans: Negative Stereotypes Explained
We all have preconceived notions of certain countries and cultures. We might even understand that these are gross generalizations but that doesn’t keep us from believing them. The French have quite a few preconceived ideas on what it means to be American. I’m going to explore where these stereotypes might come from.
*Disclaimer: This is all (slightly researched) speculation. *
1. Americans are stupid
Americans have the unfortunate stereotype of being not so bright. Many Europeans would agree. Is there some truth to this? Well according to OECD (Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development), the U.S ranks 26th worldwide in scholastic test scores, below other world powers such as France, Germany, and China. But this is only proof if you believe that test scores accurately define intelligence. Also, the typical French person probably doesn’t know this statistic…so why do they think we’re “idiots”?
Probably because we are generally ignorant of the world around us. Who’s the Prime Minister of the UK? What political scandal is currently going on in Brazil? What is ISIS? The reality is many Europeans could answer these questions and many Americans could not. The other day I watched this American girl try to order at a french bakery. This first thing she said was “Hola” (*face palm*) and then she very loudly asked for a sandwhich in english, as if yelling would help the cashier understand her better. This is the American traveler in a nutshell - we go overseas without any regard for common practices, norms, or courtesies. This lack of cultural curiosity is what probably makes us seem uninformed, silly, and quite frankly, stupid.
2. Americans are superficial
Outsiders believe that all we care about is our looks, status, and wealth. Materialistic is our name and consumerism is our game. But like, we can’t like, be bothered with things like “inner beauty”. I mean, duh, we have reps to protect!
It’s not hard to understand why one would come to this conclusion of us. Watch American TV for 30 minutes and you will see how we eat up ideas of popularity and wealth. I mean we are the same country that has made famous-for-nothing Kardashians a household name. We’re also the same country that lets Channing Tatum “act” and lets Taylor Swift whine on every stage. I must admit (ashamedly) that I’ve thought to myself, “Wow, french actors and singers are not attractive”. But their celebrities are actually famous for being talented. Crazy concept, right?
3. Americans are conservative
One day when I was babysitting, I took the kids to the park. On the side of a building was a LARGE ad for a burlesque show with a topless woman gracing center stage. I remember feeling appalled. This is a park where children come to play! I looked around and none of the moms or their kids paid it any attention, almost as if this was normal. Am I a prude? No, I’m just American.
When it comes to nudity, cursing, or anything else considered taboo, we tend to censure it. These things are typically reserved for private spaces among adults. But in France, whether its in the media or in real life, they are much less likely to censor themselves.
Theory time: Part of this may be because we are a much more religious country than France. Although we express freedom of religion within our Constitution, we cannot deny that our country was founded on Christian principles and those principles manifest themselves within our political, social, and cultural identity. Around 88% of American citizens are affiliated with a religion compared to almost 55% of French citizens. Why are LGBT and female reproductive rights hot button issues? Why is the drinking age still 21 years old? Because of persisting conservative sentiments. Perhaps we hold more modest values because of our country’s subconscious (or maybe not so subconscious) ties to religion.
4. America is dangerous and racist
To many outsiders, most of our major cities are synonymous with danger. New York. Miami. Chicago. I’ve been asked several times by wide-eyed Frenchies if I’ve ever visited these cities and if I’ve ever felt unsafe. What puzzles them most is why, oh why, can’t America solve its gun issue? Trust me, we’re asking ourselves the same thing. Mass shootings have become unnervingly commonplace and we are just as exhausted.
As for the racism thing, French people have televisions. They see our public discourse on police brutality, the physical aggression at Trump rallies and that same presidential candidate’s stance on Mexican immigrants. They know well that our country was built on the backs of slaves and immigrants and has a 400 year history of racial oppression and discrimination. But don’t be fooled, France is not at all a racial utopia. They’ve had their fare share of discriminatory laws over the years. However, due to our track record, its the U.S that usually wins the prize of most racist world power.
5. Americans are fat
This is without doubt the number one stereotype about Americans and unfortunately there’s a lot of merit to it. We are one of the unhealthiest countries in the world. In 2015, 74 million Americans, almost 2/3 of the country, were considered overweight or obese. Researchers predict that these numbers will only increase and by 2020, 75% of the nation will be overweight. Compared to the 40% of overweight French citizens, these numbers are quite egregious.
But what’s ironic is that we are by far more obsessed with exercise and healthy eating. We have a strong “work out culture” in the states and for most Americans the question is not whether you’re dieting but which diet you’re on. As a whole, French people don’t actively work out. In fact in the 9 months I’ve been here, I have seen one gym. ONE. And it was extremely empty. They don’t have to work at being healthy because they just naturally are. It’s not in their culture to eat large fast food portions or eat out for that matter. Where as in the US, we love to dine outside the home. Not only is it a great way to connect with friends but its convenient. And from drive-thrus to 24/7 restaurants, you cant deny our love affair with conveniency.
6. Americans are self-involved workaholics
“You can be anything you put your mind to” “Reach for the stars” “You could be the next president of the United States!”
From an early age we are told that everyone is special. That hard work is the key to success and to dream as big as possible. I asked a couple of my students what they wanted to be when they grew up and none of them had an answer. From an American perspective this is very strange. Every American child knows exactly what they want to be by the age of 3. Even if the answer is a Princess, we raise children to have a very clear and confident vision of who they are and where they are going in life.
Our society is characterized by individualism. What that means is that we emphasis personal achievements, we value independence, and much of what we do in life is self-enhancing. Many countries fall into this category and you can argue that there’s nothing wrong with it. But the inevitable result of individualism is that we lose sight in the importance of people around us. We are less family-oriented and instead place more value on our personal success, which typically translates to how we perform in our careers.
Everyone is chasing the “American Dream”, hoping to make something of themselves. But instead of enjoying life, we’re too busy working hard for the money. We work 30% more than Europeans, have significantly less paid vacation time, and we’re one of the only countries that doesn’t guarantee parental leave for new mothers and fathers. We don’t value leisure time for ourselves or with our family. Maybe we are not personally “self-involved workaholics”, but the way our society is set up its almost impossible not to be.
Feeling bitter? Well let’s glance at some positive stereotypes.
Draco’s Birthday: In Which He Eats Cake Off Harry & Teaches His Husband Proper Respect
Draco pressed another sticky kiss against Harry’s shoulder blade, licking the flecks
of frosting still clinging to his skin. “You make the best plate. I should eat
all my meals this way.”
Harry shot Draco a
wry grin over his shoulder. “I’m not sure if other people would appreciate
that. It’s probably frowned upon.”
Draco scoffed. “What
sort of civilized society frowns upon eating off your husband’s delectable
“You’re right. Okay, let’s do this every day. Restaurants will love us. And I’m
sure our friends will thank us for a revolutionary dining experience.”
“Sure this isn’t
some misguided midlife crisis to prove to everyone that we’re still hot?”
Draco grabbed hold
of Harry’s hips and flipped him onto his back, immediately covering Harry’s
body with his own. Seizing Harry’s wrists, he pinned them over his head, glowering
at his disrespectful husband who didn’t appreciate what a goddamn work of art
he was. “How fucking dare you call me
middle aged, Potter. I am still young, still hot, and I can still fuck you into
the mattress until you’re screaming for mercy. Or do you need a reminder?” He
rolled his hips, making Harry buck against him and moan.
“That sounds- ah- so good, but really, is it wise? I
don’t- ohmygod- want you to b-break a
hip or anything. Fuck. We have your, oh, your aging body to consider.”
Draco snarled, “You little
brat. I think it’s high time I taught you to respect your elders.” His grip on
Harry’s wrists tightened, causing Harry’s breath to hitch.
“Yes, sir,” Harry breathed,
staring up at him from beneath his lashes. “Although I’ve been told that I have
serious problems with authority, so it’ll probably take awhile.”
“Count on it.” Draco
claimed his lips with a fierce, possessive kiss, gliding his tongue along the
seam of Harry’s lips before stroking inside and tangling their tongues together.
Harry melted beneath him, his relinquishment of control the best gift he could
possibly offer Draco. After all this time, Harry’s implicit trust in him still
made him breathless, still turned the blood in his veins to liquid fire,
burning away all his residual fear and replacing it with warmth. Harry was his
balm, his peace, his home.
And as he drove into
Harry, pressing so close that the boundaries between their bodies seemed to
blur and dissipate, his entire awareness narrowed to this moment, this man, who
made everything worth it. Who brought him acceptance, who gave him a family,
who made him hope for more.
imagine anything better than this.
He hadn’t even
bothered making a wish on his birthday cake. After all, his greatest wish had
already come true.
This, Harry, was all
he’d ever need. All he’d ever wanted. He was enough and he was more. He was
Happy birthday, Draco! You deserve all the sexy cake you want.