#anyway this is why i don't discuss this on the piss on the poor website. tbh i don't trust y'all

[captainjonnitkessler]

If I could create a law of the internet it would be this: There is no word so specific or so well-defined that people online won't misuse it until it is absolutely meaningless.

That shelf is going to buckle under the weight of all the words we've had to put up on it and we are still finding new words to redefine into oblivion every single day

[voidsumbrella]

i think the thing is. there is a precedent on the internet for people using the term pro-kink, which has a loose definition at best, to mean that everything that gets you off is completely above critique, no nuance needed or wanted, if you're uncomfortable wittnessing every single fetish anyone has in any context you're basically the same as conservative lawmakers. so it's understandable to see decontexualised discussions of the subject with no clarification and go "hm."

but like. the real problem here isn't so much the kink part as it is the lack of nuance part, and that can veer in any direction- even statements that seemingly broker no argument like "pedophila is bad" can contain the footnote that "pedophila" also includes shit like "informing a child about gay people" and "trans women existing in public". since social media is an open forum where the original poster has very little control over who sees their content, it's not really reasonable to expect everyone to make that nuance blunt in every single statement they make; you aren't going to use language playing to the lowest common denominator if you're talking with your friends, you're going to talk with the assumption that they know what you mean, because they do. esp since this is the piss on the poor website and there's a good chance your words will get taken in the worst possible faith anyway.

what this means is that if you see a post that raises a red flag for you, the appropriate response is to check their account to receive that additional nuance*, use your brain cells to interpret what you find there so you maybe understand what you're looking at BEFORE you baselessly accuse a trans woman of being a pedo for not including a fifteen page manifesto clarifying every single stance she's ever had on her post discussing nuances in sexuality. especially if you're only seeing the post because you're backreading the blog to get dirt on her because she- *checks notes* -posted a video game opinion you didn't like.

*or just block everyone involved and move on with your life. ive certainly done it before. the important part is that you keep scrolling.

there is a major precedent for running trans women off the internet for by accusing them of sex crimes entirely based on a deliberate misinterpretation of their words/actions that is 100% rooted in transmisogyny. don't fucking do that. i shouldn't have to elaborate why. c'mon now.

[imaginemycroftholmes]

Can you write about Mycroft having a secret wife whom John and Sherlock meet and Sherlock deduces that she is linked with Mycroft but don't know how, so he asked?

As the woman stepped pointedly into the center of the ballroom as the low beat of the band seemed to breathe on her every step in a way that made her movements even more seductive than her choice of dress that Sherlock had an epiphany.

“That woman must be connected to my brother somehow for her to be here,” Sherlock declares softly to John who like everyone else has his eyes on this enigmatic sultry figure gracing the public with both her presence and dance.

John finds it difficult to fully comprehend what Sherlock is saying but replies with an eloquent “what?” as the dancer continues to ensnare the crowd.

Her every move poetry in motion that seemed to pronounce her very essence among the room and be felt even to the farthest corners of the ballroom. 

Like a siren her dance called the attention of everyone in the room regardless if they were guest or server. 

In fact, most of the help had seemingly taken her dance as a cue to slack on the job as her piece continued to play on which made solving this case more accessible with fewer eyes on them but this woman-there was a connection that Sherlock couldn’t yet see. 

Nudging his best friend none too gently Sherlock reiterates, “The woman John, she is somehow connected to my brother.���

Tearing his attention from the dancer John narrows his eyes at Sherlock and rubs his shoulder. “And so what if she is? ”

���Her hand,” Sherlock points out, “She has a wedding band and I know for a fact that my brother seldom deals with married women much less ones that are still at the mercy their menstrual cycles so that leaves very little room for this woman to be working for Mycroft. Her gait does not suggest that she works in the Queen’s service nor her figure gives any indication that she is a gun for hire. She’s a well kept woman, that there is no doubt and her spouse must be very well off but the fact that she’s here and is doing so on behalf of my brother raises far too many questions.”

John looks like he wants to get into a discussion about why Mycroft would have an aversion to working with a younger woman or married ones but settles for,” Sherlock we don’t have time for this when we have murder to catch.”

“But the woman-”

“Will most likely still be here when we solve this murder and if not we can always ask your brother,” John interjects trying not to be trapped again at the lady’s dance or attract attention. He does his best to herd Sherlock to a secluded corner to plan their mode of attack and gather the information they needed but Sherlock is hardly one to let it go.

“But you know how I detest asking Mycroft for things,” Sherlock argues as John looks around to see if they have been missed.

Finding that no one has even been aware that they moved John doesn’t even bother to look behind him to know that Sherlock is pouting making his bearded disguise look even more ridiculous. “Listen Sherlock we solve the case first and then we’ll figure out who our mystery woman is later. I promise we’ll even have your brother hold her hostage for an hour. Yeah,” John promises knowing he may not be able to deliver without calling in a few owed favors from the oldest brother.

The beard on Sherlock twitches slightly until Sherlock concedes with a, “Fine but you know if I don’t figure it out I’ll only grow more irritable until I do.” 

“Then how about we stop wasting what precious time we have from the dancing to find our murderous man? You know she can’t dance forever you know.”

It turned out that she indeed could.

Throughout the entire time that John and Sherlock were shifting through the crowded ballroom looking for clues and suspects she kept the crowd entertained long enough to not only find a motive but the culprit caught halfway through the act.

“Using poison to off your adversaries just because they failed to agree with your ideals 100% is dreadfully dull,” Sherlock had complained as the Countess was lead away in handcuffs away from her intended target.

“Well we all can’t be creative genesis,” John defended as the dancer finally left the floor to walk closer to them, “Speaking of which you were fantastic out there missus…”

She paused suddenly at the acknowledgement of his voice and then gave them a warm smile. Her voice was just as smooth as her dancing on the floor and full of dark promises as she said her name.

It was enough to make the recently widowed John a bit hot under the collar but Sherlock was beyond such urges with his relationship with Molly finally underway. “What are you in relation with my brother,” Sherlock demanded.

Her smile even gross impossibly wider, more mischievous and self-satisfied at the demand as sweetly said, “But Sherlock you of all people should be able to tell. You are after all, the world’s greatest detective.” 

“I thought you said you would take that off your website,” Sherlock accused.

“I did,” John swore, “I can’t help it if it caught on!”

The light bickering did give her cause to giggle and her to magnanimously declare, “Listen, I get that you boys what to solve who I am to Mycroft so I’ll let you ask me three things before you’re forced to ask him yourself. Deal?” 

Sherlock looks less enthused by the parameters of the game but John is the first to ask, “Are you perhaps related to the Holmes family?”

“I am in a way.”

“Liar.”

“Sherlock,” John chastised turning to the woman, “I am so sorry but he gets like this sometimes-”

“John I know my family tree like I would know my chemical cupboard and this woman is not related to  us in anyway,” Sherlock deadpans as the woman in question continues to smirk.

“That you know of but then again you did forget your dear baby sister for a spell so who’s to say that you haven’t forgotten me Billy,” she taunts.

This makes Sherlock’s blood run cold at the mention of Eurus since very few beside the small Homes clan and inner circle of friends know o f her existence. “Who are you?”

She wags her finger disparaging at him. “Now Sherlock, you’ve already asked for my name but that does count as one of the three questions,” she explains, “I would think very carefully before wasting your last and final one.” 

Looking very deep in thought Sherlock tries his best to come up with a question that would suss out her identity but John beats him to it,“How did you come to work for Mycroft?”

“The same way he does for you, he asked me to,” she supplied grinning like a loon as Sherlock groans in annoyance.

“Could you at least answer something with a definitive answer,” he complains as he can see Mycroft making his rounds to them.

“I would if you actually asked me a something with a definitive answer,” she teases as Mycroft reaches them looking far more pleased than he should have a right to.

“I’m happy to see that once again you and John were able to uncover this mystery without the Countess striking again,” Mycroft congratulates offering a flute to his brother only to have it pushed away.

“You can cut the act brother mine and tell us who she is,” Sherlock accuses pointing to the smirking dancer. “Considering how piss poor the Countess was at  covering up her tracks leads me to believe that our intended mystery was not the poisonings but this woman.”

“Surely you cannot be serious brother dear as I merely needed assistance in catching the Countess in the act to remove her from the board ,” Mycroft offers but seeing Sherlock’s scowl deepen and John starting to look annoyed he is quick to please.

“Do you really want to know this woman’s identity,” Mycroft asks.

“Mycroft please spare us the theatrics as Sherlock’s been doing that all night and tell us who she is to you,” John complains rubbing his temples. Throughout the case Sherlock had been throwing theories around about the woman even during times when the Countess was about to poison him with a large dagger that he just wanted this to be over.

“Better yet we’ll show you,” the mystery woman announces as she comes to stand closer to Mycroft in a more familiar way and extends her hand to flash her wedding band.

Slowly but surely Mycroft’s hand extends as well to showcase that they are not only similar but matching bands.

To say that Sherlock went off the handle was an understatement as he tore into the amused couple for hiding this for so long, did mummy know and why was he not informed?

John for his part took the time Sherlock to shout at them to drink away some of his headache with some very attractive looking company a few tables away.