I work in a grocery store in a teeny town in Florida right near Daytona Beach, and we have a basically nonexistent LGBTQ+ community. Two of my regulars are a lesbian couple who have been together for thirty years. THIRTY YEARS!! They are super cute and always very kind to me when I ring up their groceries. One time, they came into the store after Volusia Pride (my county’s tiny pride festival) all decked out in rainbow stuff, and I said I liked it, and they just gave me smiles and said, “You’re family.” They are truly lovely.
They own a chocolate company called Sappho Chocolates that make gourmet chocolate that looks amazing. With the holidays coming up, it’s a great time to support a lesbian-owned business and treat your loved ones (or yourself) to some awesome chocolate. This is their website. If you can’t afford to buy anything from them, please reblog this post! I love these two wonderful ladies, and their business needs support!
SAPPHO CHOCOLATES (X)
Just because someone didn’t say no,
🌸 doesn’t mean they asked for it 🌸
🌸 doesn’t make it consensual 🌸
🌸 doesn’t mean they were comfortable 🌸
Stop spreading victim-blaming mentality. It makes people less likely to reach out for help & less likely to recover.
Aesthetic for Bruce Banner with science stuff and themes of anxiety in pastel greens for @beeskinspot~!
📗Requests are Open📗
My friend Zack, me, and a few other people have a game we play in robotics when we have free time. Zack is blindfolded, he spins around for 30 seconds, and then he has to find us. (It’s like a quiet version of Marco Polo) The problem with this, however, is he has insanely good hearing, and he can tell where he is in the room by the sound of the vents. (The left side of the room has a vent that has a slightly higher pitched air flow than the one on the right, and only he and I can hear this.) So that, in combination with him being able to hear the sound of our breathing/any movement, he is scarily accurate.
The worst part? He is fucking insane. Whenever he hears someone, he lets loose a maniacal giggle and sprints to that person. There is no escaping, and it’s literally akin to some sort of horror game that’s rigged. (Imagine Outlast meets Five Nights at Freddy’s, and then you have to play hide or die.) The only person who has managed to beat him is me, and that’s because I was quiet enough until 10 seconds before the five minute timer went off, and then sprinted around the room until he ran into a chair and the alarm sounded.
(an ace safe space)
‘Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made’
a mac app called helium that puts Netflix in a tiny floating window on your screen that you can make translucent and also click through, so you can watch tv and surf the web at the same time, it’s great
(That’s more see through than I like but this way it shows up in the picture)
Happy multitasking y’all!
I’m scared my fascination with space is just my most recent hyperfixation and then it will fade and I won’t really care anymore but I don’t want to stop caring I love space I love it so much
I never liked seeing rape scenes on TV shows. I mean, what’s the point of that except shock factors? Women already know that happens, they experience that everyday, they don’t need to see that on the TV. Especially when it’s graphic. What’s the point? To the story, to the victims, to show someone being brutalized on camera?
Another reason why I don’t like it is because the majority is done and written by men and also because people actually upload the rape scenes to porn websites like XVIDEOS and jerk off to that. Yes, that’s another thing I discovered while doing my study. Men jerk off to women being raped on TV scenes. Let that sink in: Men jerk off to women being raped on TV scenes.
*Me at 13 in the nurse’s office lying helplessly on a sofa, literally whining and crying because it was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life and how it was like I’d been stabbed.*
In fairness to the nurse, she was nice. She called it a “tummy ache.” That is what it was always called when we girls had that situation.
*male administrator approaches me* “Now, you’re not on anything…are you?”
*Me* “WHAT? Of course not. Are you mental?” If I’d rolled my eyes anymore, they’d have fallen out of my head.
I’d like to tell you he had the decency to look ashamed of himself but, as best I recall, he did not.
Science side- smol gay science lovers wanting to educate people. v nice Animal side- Happy ppl ecstatic over animals and want everyone to know. Strangely knows a lot about otters. Art side- tHESE FUCKERS ARE AMAZING AT ART. 10/10. Know history about famous artists. “did you know this dude painted a asshole as a fuck you to this other dude? haha!” Plant side- Tol nice people who honestly just like gardening. No drama, it’s paradise. History side- SMOL ANGRY ASSHOLES WHO WILL EITHER GIVE CORRECT INFORMATION OR JUST MESS WITH YOU. ONLY IS NICE TO MUSICAL SIDE.
Musical side- these fuckers are the best. Will show you gOOD ASS SONGS, LIKES HISTORY SIDE BECAUSE OF THINGS LIKE HAMILTON.