A Bubblegum Flavoured Nightmare

Its is more like you hiring some guy to do private investigation about how your husband maybe cheating on you and Sherlock comes to your house high as fuck. Walks into your living room and without taking a moment to even talk to you or sign any paperwork, he turns around—pupils as big as god—and just says

“Its your best friend Brenda. I’ll email you the invoice.” 

So consider this, Holmes, at 2am, desperately searching the flat for the stashes of NOS cans, only to keep coming up with passive aggressive pamphlets about the dangers of caffeine overdose.

Watson wakes up to a stench like Satan’s ass to find Sherlock sitting by his bed with a re-heated pot of cold brewed Deathwish Coffee that had been hidden in the back of the toilet tank (brewing) for five months.  Sherlock is trying to say he’s proud of John’s cleverness in finding most of the stashes, but he’s passed into the fifth dimension and all John gets is a creepy vibrating grin and a sound like a shaken cat.

Also: don’t stigmatize HIV+ individuals because they all have different circumstances and might’ve  gotten the virus from a variety of sources (sex, occupational, birth, blood transfusions in other countries). 

HIV-related stigma remains a huge barrier to preventing HIV, and is linked to a low level of people testing for HIV. 

lesbian and autistic perhaps?

an autistic pan or bisexual?

asexual and autistic?

trans or non binary and autistic?

any autistic member of the LGBTQ+ community?

well guess what...

Shoutout to nonbinary ppl who’ve tried to argue with or correct these enbyphobic rants and been shut down or insulted ✨

✨Shoutout to nonbinary ppl who then have to hug and live with and support these ppl because they’re family or friends or authority figures

Stop acting like I chose this.

I do not shake, and stutter, and cry, and go completely nonverbal because I feel like it. I do not act on a whim, it is not a mood I'm indulging, I am not ignoring you when you refuse to learn how to communicate with me. I did not choose this. I was made into this, and I am working so, so hard to live my life in spite of it and find ways to make my issues less debilitating to me, and I do not have the time, the energy, the will to hold your hand and put my recovery on hold to make sure you are allowed to continue acting in ways that have hurt me and others. I am growing up and becoming a better person, and I will not let you stop me.

Russia is trying to take away the right of her transgender citizens to get married and adopt children.

This is a good twitter thread that puts everything in order.

This tweet has things that Russian-speaking people can do

 During my senior year, I scratched a car and because I thought it was just paint rubbing off on their car, I didn’t leave a note. 30 minutes after I got home, a cop showed up at my door, pulled me out of my home and told me I’d done a hit and run. 

I’d never been more confused. 

I thought hit and runs were reserved for things like shooting and driving away or actually hitting someone with your car. I became scared. And I had just changed into my pajamas and had on my mother’s smoke scented jacket. 

 My white mother wasn’t home to protect me from this. To him I was one of those black kids who moved here to ‘ruin the area’. 

If I had been a young white girl, scared and crying, he would have soothed me, assured me my insurance would cover it and take my information. 

 He left me on my front porch, shaking and crying and thinking I was heading to jail.

 In the days leading up to the court date, I was assured that the judge would laugh it off and take it to the insurance. Jail time for a scratch for a high schooler who didn’t even have a speeding ticket? Everyone in my white town laughed because it sounded so ridiculous. They were not laughing after I came back from my first court date with another one. 

The family demanded five thousand dollars to buy a new car because the insurance would ‘junk’ theirs because it was so old. Five thousand dollars to have the paint fixed and to buy a new car. Five thousand dollars coming from a high school student. 

It was five thousand dollars or jail.

 My family coughed up the five thousand dollars to keep me out of jail and let me go to college. If you think they would throw a white high school student in jail or demand five thousand dollars from them you are wrong. That’s five thousand dollars I could have used for college. Five thousand for books. Five thousand for dorm fees. 

 All because a cop thought I was ‘One of the bad ones’. 

If you wanna donate to me, cool. If you don’t, whatever. The things here is it’s another story to show of a cop’s racism affecting black people is not limited to just killing them. If I had gone to jail, if I didn’t have parents willing to help, if I didn’t have the ability to go to my six court dates, that would have been game over for me. It would have ruined my life. 

Over a scratched car.