i actually like this which is rare

anonymous asked:

are you really telling me that biphobia exists? like, there are actual people who think that being bisexual is wrong bc you have to choose one gender? in a world where we try and fight the stupidity that is gendering things? in a world where there are so many hot people, who could choose? i am shook

Oh it’s alive and well, unfortunately, and evident in both people out and in the LGBT+ community. It’s really disheartening and honestly one of the reasons I haven’t come out publicly yet.

The phrases “saying it for attention” or “just an excuse for promiscuity” are thrown around quite a bit at bi people.

It’s also not well represented in the media which only makes the fight harder. While a character may be bisexual, the actual word is so rarely used and is often covered up as “I don’t like labels” or “I am experimenting”. Not to mention media often feeds into the stereotype that bisexuals are serial daters who will hop into bed with anyone they deem attractive. (In relation to this issue, I’d like to quote an important post: “Bisexual people who are promiscuous, polyamorous, or into threesomes are not “bad representation” or “reinforcing stereotypes.” It is not the responsibility of bisexual people to avoid fitting stereotypes. It is the responsibility of other people not to stereotype us.“ source)

Bisexuals are often told they’re only saying that until they figure out which gender they actually like. “She says she’s bi but she just hasn’t accepted that she’s a lesbian yet.” In my case, it’s been stated that someone who identifies as bisexual is burdening those around them and confusing their families and friends by dating both genders. “Are you gay now” and “oh so you’re straight again” are far too common questions to bisexuals.

I’ve heard many stories of lesbian women or gay men who believe bisexuals are less persecuted because they can “pass as straight” so they don’t understand the struggle and do not belong in the community. Some LGBT+ people who see bisexuals as tainted goods or “dishonest to their true sexuality” (as either gay or lesbian) is something I’ve come across more than once as well.

Biphobia is real. It can be subtle or blatant, intentional or unintentional, spewed by non-LGBT+ people or by LGBT+ folks themselves. It’s discouraging and disgusting, and man, is it real.

I know I’ve posted numerous times about how welfare fraud is in fact very, very rare and welfare programs have lower fraud loss rates than things like businesses.  Which is true, but it’s also true that most actual technical welfare fraud doesn’t look much like the stereotype either.  Pretty much the only people who “get rich” off fraud are service end things like stores, hospitals, etc.  Nobody else really gets rich from lying on their food stamp paperwork.

Welfare fraud looks less like “cadillac and mansion” and more like:

  • a disabled person lies about their level of mobility because medicaid will often only cover wheelchairs if you need them in the house, not if you need them to go out or do anything outside of the house
  • a poor woman claims her boyfriend lives separately from her because the amount he contributes to her and their kids counts against her less if it’s listed as childsupport instead of part of the household income and that small difference can be enough to keep the children from going hungry
  • a poor person sells part of their food stamps and lives on things like instant ramen because almost nobody gets cash assistance anymore and they need things like toilet paper or tooth paste
  • a disabled person who could not hold down a regular job sells $100 a month in homemade crafts and doesn’t report it because they might have to spend months or even years re-fighting their social security case if they reported it
  • a homeless person makes more than $20 a month begging but lists their income as zero because that’s less confusing
  • other things like that

A lot of that is just survival.  It’s not a system set up in a way that makes it easy to even live unless you “cheat”.  People aren’t doing it to get rich, they do it to cling to the very basics and just manage to live.  I don’t blame people who violate the laws to keep their heads above water, I blame the people who set up a horrific system like this and who benefit from harming and exploiting poor people.

INTJs: From an INFJs Perspective

As we all know, INTJs are quite complex and individualistic. This has many manifestations, both in how they are perceived and how they perceive themselves. Here are some characteristics I’ve noticed that I’d like to share:

1 - INTJs are hard to get to know. Like really. They’re masters of hiding who they really are deep down and people are prone to assuming that they are merely bitter and hate humanity, but they actually care a good deal. They just aren’t terribly good at showing that they care.

2 - INTJs do not pick up on subtle hints unless they are actively watching for them, which they rarely are. For an INFJ such as myself who communicates through subtle hints a good deal of the time, it has turned into a fun game to see how obvious my hints can get until the INTJ notices. So far they haven’t noticed a single one. (Seriously, INTJs. I’ve seen you people walk into stuff and trip over things that would have injured another person, but you all just get up like nothing happened and move on. It’s incredible, really… It’s like you’ve got metal skeletons or something.)

2a - This item is more of an elaboration on #2 than anything else. When someone likes an INTJ and they attempt to show the INTJ that they like them, it’s difficult to actually get them to realize it without coming out and saying it to their face which is often a daunting prospect. (Any other types feel me here?) I know an ENFJ who likes an INTJ and ENFJ’s main way of showing someone they like them is giving them random hugs. INTJs aren’t too keen on this as ENFJ has found out and ENFJ is a little discouraged, not to mention that INTJ makes a small effort to avoid ENFJ now and it’s making ENFJ rather sad.

3 - INTJs are focused and serious. Very much so. So much so, in fact, that you’ve sometimes go to throw a small object (like a brick) at them to get them out of their hyper-focus state. Although, from past experience I would not at all recommend attempting to bring them back to reality; they are not happy when someone brings them back to this dimension where incompetent humans such as ourselves roam and talk non-stop, haha. (Also, bricks aren’t 100% reliable because INTJs often have their robot guard blast them out of the air and promptly terminate you to reduce the chances of further distraction.) INTJs, when interested in a topic, become a knowledgeable expert almost overnight. If you ask them about a topic they know a lot about (for example, the INTJ that co-runs this blog and does most of the MBTI Chronicles posts is big into firearms, as am I) and they will talk your ear off if you let them. Find a solid common ground and they’ll probably like you. (Being able to think for yourself is another requirement for being an INTJs friend, btw.)

4 - INTJs, when mad, don’t get angry like most others do. While a lot of people become physical and emotional, INTJs will usually become cold and they will openly show their disdain for the thing or being that managed to make them angry in the first place, often roasting them (if it be a person) mercilessly. This is often a terrifying thing to witness because INTJs rarely get visibly angry. People may be well-acquainted with their death-stare, but a full-on angry INTJ is usually enough to make most people shy away, leaving the INTJ to simmer down alone, which is probably best for humanity in general. They rarely get physical when angry, but if a close friend is getting physically abused they will often step in and terminate the abuser.

5 - INTJs can be poetic if they want to be. Not all INTJs take an interest in poetry, but if an INTJ wants to convey a poetic message they can indeed convey it through their writing. INTJs are also brilliant technical writers, able to explain complex concepts through simple language that most would have a hard time with. Having an INTJ explain something to you through writing is about as good as it’s going to get.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little list of (slightly humorous) observations about INTJs. :)

INTJs, what are your thoughts? I’ve known several INTJs for a while, but I’m yet unsure if I know the personality type well enough to make an accurate list of traits.

Thanks you all for reading to the end! It’s almost 800 words long and that’s a fair chunk. Good job! Thank you for following the blog and INTJ promises more MBTI Chronicles posts soon! :)

- INFJ admin

This twist emphasizes one of the most hard-to-miss facets of Steven Moffat’s traits as a showrunner: His female characters are noticeably, bizarrely interchangeable.

Moffat’s greatest gift to us with Sherlock has been his ability to make us truly believe that the great detective is 12 steps ahead of everyone around him — or, in this case, two weeks ahead of John. Cumberbatch’s greatest gift has been to play him with such utter conviction that we rarely question, as Martin Freeman’s Watson so often does, whether he actually knows what he’s doing. And when Moffat and Cumberbatch let Sherlock off the leash to be his most Sherlock-y, it’s a bit like a compelling train wreck: It’s messy, spectacular, and more than a bit frightening, but you don’t ever want to look away.

Still, though, with Moffat writing this week’s script instead of fellow creator Mark Gatiss, the ongoing issues I’ve had with this series — namely the ludicrous degree to which every character, particularly the women, ultimately seem like empty reflections of Sherlock’s own narcissistic story rather than complex human beings — are only magnified.

One of Moffat’s most Moffat-y tricks is to have “strong” women protest that they’re independent women who aren’t tied to the men in their lives, even as their every action and onscreen purpose is motivated by nothing else. “I’m not your housekeeper!” Mrs. Hudson insists, a few scenes before she reveals herself to be the primary caretaker of Sherlock’s emotional psyche. Meanwhile, the perennially shortchanged Molly Hooper is reduced, yet again, to the role of babysitting both of John’s children — his natural daughter and Sherlock.

Sherlock brings us a dark, druggy, twist-filled thrill ride

sunflowers, marigolds, buttercups and you

it’s carry on countdown day threeeee and that means pastel/punk aus !! i’m sorry this is so late but just know that i’m actually dead from all the sports i did today and i swear i can barely walk rip- anyways! here y’all are.

i hope you guys like it! in which simon&davy have a tattoo shop and baz&fiona own a flower shop, because i love role reversals as well as pastel/punk aus

baz doesn’t honestly know what he’s doing here. it’s been a part of his life for so long, he rarely stops to question it but today aunt fiona was on his back even more, ranting on and on, that it sort of just hit him again. what is he doing? why does he bother to be here? what is this thing that they’re doing and why does it matter so much to him?

the alleyway is chilly, but baz is wearing a very heavy, very knit, very pale pink scarf that just so happens to match his nails and his boots that are shiny and supple and very warm. still, he can see his breath. it’s nothing like the heat of the furnace inside the flower shop, the alley is basically the polar opposite.

it doesn’t smell like geraniums, it smells horribly like rotting garbage and possibly like dead flowers if anything. the brick on either side of him is rough and dusty, nothing like the walls of the shop which are always pristine whites and soft blues offset by all the spectrums of color flaring out from the vases sitting all around.

baz’s favorites are the marigolds, the flowers that are perhaps the most opposite to the shades he usually prefers, but for some strange reason, he can’t get past how much he adores them. small petals that come in every shade of the sun, and they make any one of his bouquets a little bit more cheerful, like he’s just added a touch of light.

today, with the orders he had to fill, he found that there were quite a few instances that he could insert the flower, which was nice, even though the brash yellows and oranges really did clash with his outfit.

his mittens also match in part his scarf, a soft-toned pink and he hates that he has to wipe his nose on them because they are by far his favorite.

would he just hurry up?

his break will definitely be ending soon, and fiona really doesn’t take tardiness lightly, besides the fact that baz already hates being late.

isn’t he always late? baz doesn’t think he can remember a day where he wasn’t the first one to their spot, so in the winter he’s always been half frozen by the time the boy arrived.

it annoys him. but then again, what can he do about it?

he already doesn’t really know what he’s doing here yet again, why he comes here almost every day to wait in the cold, hiding from fiona who’d probably be reaching the conclusion to her third rant on ‘david snow and his goddamn tattoo parlor’ by now?

‘jesus christ, can he just not?’

‘basilton, are you seeing this’

‘he’s decided to put his sign a full inch over the line between our properties, the absolute audacity of that man!’

baz finds it almost humorous, the feud and everything. how the pitch florists ended up sharing a building with ‘that menacing scumbag of a person, how dare he demand we pay more of our share of rent, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me’

but he can see his aunt’s point of view, he supposes. the rivalry, the utter hatred between their families isn’t really anything new, he’s heard all the stories. how david snow came in with his million dollar smile to a deal that his aunt had practically already taken, and turned it into an all out battle over who would get the lease on 6th street, right across from ebb’s coffee shop.

it was prime property, and fiona had wanted it so bad.

baz knew that it had been her dream, and then she had been forced to come to an agreement with this ‘inked up old bastard’ (not that fiona didn’t have any tattoos, baz hadn’t tried to argue this point with her, it really wouldn’t have made a difference) to split the building in half.

now they were constantly fighting, and baz considered himself to be right in the middle of it. not that it was a real war, just practically one of sabotage.

it just was what it was, and he had to play his role. this included doing extra work at the shop, when he already carried so much of the workload, and fiona sending him on her missions, which really never amounted to much other than a lot of screaming and threats that david snow was going to sue her for being a ‘crazy hag obsessed with her geraniums’.

for another part, baz was not to be friends with anyone related to the snow family, and if he ended up being, it was merely an advantage for espionage and further attacks, nothing personal or emotionally attached about the matter.

the thought makes baz snort. the visible puff of his breath in the air reminds him just how chilly it is and he tries to pull his collar up further.

the single rose bud that he’s carrying in his pocket is burning a hole in it, and baz dislikes the feeling because he rather likes this jacket. it’s long, and soft and a shade of cream that could almost match the snow.

he’s noticing that it has started to snow now, because he can feel the flakes melting on his eyelashes and he can see them settling on the ends of his hair, white against the the faint lilac that he’s dyed it.

fiona loves it, says it makes him match the lavender, the catmint, possibly the canterbury bells.

he’s just thinking that the snow is pretty appropriate, when he hears the footsteps he’s been waiting for and he looks around quickly-

eager, he’s always so eager. he hates it.

but when he sees those eyes- it’s always the eyes that strike him first, like he’s plunged into the coldest water- he forgets about all of that. the snow is settling in the curls of simon snow’s goldy hair and looking at him, is like getting the sun in your eyes.

his shoes crunch in the snow on the pavement, and baz starts to notice everything about him, all at once.

he’s too much, everyday, it’s just too much.

how he’s wearing these destroyed sneakers like it’s not below minus ten degrees outside, with the darkest shade of coal jeans, the knees blown out, and baz’s favorite shirt, simon knows that it’s his favorite, the one the simon designed himself, a sketch in black and white of dying sunflowers that makes it look like the flowers themselves are simply dissolving into nothingness, withering into oblivion.

baz’s attention goes to the piercings next, simon’s nose, where his septum sits a dusty silver, and his ears, where the beads and metals travel in uneven intervals all the way along each.

baz’s eyes always finish with simon’s tattoos last.

he knows the placement of every one of them by heart, and they play back in his mind for hours before he can fall asleep. his hands, dotted with lines and symbols making constellations, to his arms, to his neck and behind both his ears.

at this point he’s standing across from baz, just close enough to touch and his lips are hanging open, a pink that is terribly over saturated.

you’re so much, baz wants to say, you’re too much.

instead, he lets simon blink once more after his eyes give baz a scalding once over and state the obvious.

“it’s snowing.”

“i’d hoped you’d noticed,” baz says, and he feels like his chest might explode.

“i’m sorry i’m late,” simon says, and his voice is husky. he fiddles with his earring, the rose gold ones that clash with his entire aesthetic. the ones that baz had lent him.

baz can feel his knees grow weaker.

“i’ve come to expect it.” baz had been about to say, but then he doesn’t because simon says,

“i brought you this.” and he opens up his ungloved hands to reveal a little piece of hectograph paper. baz takes it in his hands as if it were a snowflake.

the sketch on it is incredibly detailed, yet tiny, a miniature image of a violin and a bow, with a rose vine wrapped gracefully around the horsehair.

simon smiles, which also clashes terribly with his outfit, punk boys do not smile, but it’s so much that baz feels his breath catch in his throat.

he can feel something inside him completely shatter. the pleasure of it so intense it could be mistaken for pain.

this is what you do to me.

he takes his mitten off slowly, and he can feel simon’s azure eyes watch his every movement. he reaches into his pocket.

“put out your hand,” he says, and “close your eyes.”

simon just stares at him for a moment, and baz has to laugh.

“i’m serious!”

fianlly, simon’s head seems to snap out of the clouds and he laughs too. it sounds like music.

“sorry,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “i got distracted.”

baz resits the urge to roll his eyes and then simon snow is holding out his palm, and baz is gently taking his wrist, touching the mole in between his thumb and forefinger. his hand is freezing.

simon shivers and baz can’t tell if it’s from the cold or-

then baz places the rosebud on simon’s skin and simon’s eyes fly open. he stares. baz stares at him.

for a moment, he looks a bit helpless.

and baz is pretty sure he looks the exact same way.

then they’re surging together and it’s impossible to tell whose lips met whose first because simon has his hands around baz’s waist and baz’s hand is fisted in simon’s hair.

his mouth is so hot and it tastes like rebellion, it burns baz’s tongue, at the same it’s like sugar, too sweet and too gentle and too much like baz is a fragile object which proceeds to shatters baz’s heart even further because simon snow has never had to be gentle to anything in his life.

he is hard stone, hard rock, black, and as much of a klutz than baz has even seen- it’s really quite astonishing how he manages to tattoo people so beautifully when he can’t even stand up straight.

even now, he’s pinned baz to the brick wall and he kisses like it’s the air he needs to breathe while he leans like he doesn’t have the ability to hold himself up.

their tongues clash before baz can kiss a line down the tattoos on simon’s neck, leaving simon in the perfect position to breathe low, breathless words into baz’s ear like-

“your eye shadow is like pixie dust, i can’t stop staring at you.”

and “jesus.”

and “fuck, baz, my god.”

and baz kisses the mole under simon’s left eye saying

“you know this is my favorite tattoo you have”

and simon will laugh, before baz’s hand on his thigh makes it turn into a moan. and he tries to speak, but he stumbles on the words-

“-t’s not a-a tattoo, i’ve- told you this… s’many times”

and baz just smiles against simon’s skin because he knows, of course he knows, but he likes asking as his way to remind the boy beneath his fingers that even without his piercings, his tattoos, his clothes, he’s the most beautiful boy that baz has ever seen.

all at once it is too much, but now, it’s also not enough.

and baz murmurs

“i’m going to have to leave soon.”

again, not getting far into the sentence because simon’s lips are at his jaw and the last words come out as more of a loss of breath than actual sounds.

simon’s moved down his neck and he smells like the rosebud that he’s still got clenched in his fist and baz tries to forget that he’s got to go back to work in a few minutes and push away the fact that this had ever happened.

“stay just five more minutes.” simon pleads into baz’s collarbone and baz snorts.

“fiona is going to kill me.” he says, but simon’s hands are now in his hair and it just feels so good.

simon’s quickly back at his mouth, they’re so close, and he’s kissing with such an urgency that baz fears he actually might fall over.

“fine, five minutes” he mumbles, and he can feel simon’s smile.

the snow keeps drifting around them, hands attempting desperately to relearn every part of each other in the seconds that pass so quick, and baz knows that there’s nothing that will ever feel as good as this.

simon says, “i don’t want you to leave.”

and baz kisses him deeper, because for all that he knows, this could be the last time. simon’s just moaning and sighing, like he’s all at once so beautifully happy, but all at once so devastatingly sad. his eyes look even more helpless, and baz’s heart agrees.

they break.

simon’s taking his hand and swinging it in between them, and then baz’s pulse jumps as he does something so oddly right, he kisses the back of baz’s hand.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, a declarative sentence. but it sounds more like a question even though baz can tell he’s trying not to let it.

and then he’s gone. the alleyway is just an alleyway.

the drawing in baz’s pocket just turns into something a friend gave him, the footprints in the snow where simon stood become someone else’s. baz tries to wipe the happiness off of his features as he opens the door to the shop, but it’s like trying to erase permanent marker with a white board eraser.

when he’s inside, and he’s warm again, and fiona’s said ‘welcome back’ and shoved the next list of his duties at him, he takes the sketch out of his pocket.

he considers that it might be loveliest thing that anyone’s ever given him, he knows it is. and he turns it over, he hadn’t noticed that there was writing on the back-

it says,

can you sneak over sometime? i’d really like to make this permanent.


in simon snow’s horrendous handwriting, (baz is serious, he has no idea how this boy is an artist), and fiona comes back into the room, just as baz’s lips are turning up into a smile that takes over his whole face, his whole body and he can’t stop it.

she gives him a funny look.

“what’s so pleasant, basilton? has david snow decided finally to close up shop?”

he just looks at her, because he can’t speak, because simon snow is too much.

simon snow, the only one boy in the world he’s not allowed to have.

how does he ever manage to leave him everyday, how does he ever manage to let go?

simon snow.

his rosebud boy.

(Book of the Atlantic SPOILERS)

I didn’t really pay much attention to the reapers in the movie and thus don’t remember much, but one thing has just come (back) to my mind.

There’s that little scene with William, Grell and Ronald after the end credits and when Grell noticed that William came to pick them up, Grell’s VA said something like (iirc)

“I’ve been waiting for you, Wi~~↑↑ru~↓↓!!!♡♡♡”

in a very comical & melodical way and


Yes. You read it right. Fukuyama Jun (Grell’s VA) spoke English.

This is so rare because even though Kuroshitsuji is supposed to take place in England all characters usually speak Japanese (which is natural bc it’s a Japanese manga) and afaik it’s the first time that a Kuro character actually spoke English in the Japanese dub version (aside from Sebastian’s “Yes, my Lord” of course, but I don’t count it as “speaking English”).

So yeah, this scene was really funny.

something else that concerns me about the Discourse: 

i’ve seen accusations of homophobia being thrown around like corn chips at a duck festival, often simply because the person in question has a particular stance on the discourse. half the time the label of ‘homophobe’ is assigned to whoever disagrees with a prominent discourser. 

which is incredibly concerning because i can no longer trust callout posts that accuse someone of homophobia. instead i have to go through their blog looking for my own receipts (’’callout posts’’ like that rarely have sources), which is bad for my mental health. like, i need to be aware of actual homophobes for my own safety, and using the label to refer to anyone on the opposite ‘side’ of the discourse is potentially dangerous. 

You know, I really dislike sex scenes in tv and movies. They always felt so forced and unnecessary.

But I think a main reason I dislike them is because very rarely are they actually done between two characters who love each other. It’s just two people, who barely even know each other, or have been dating for like, a few days just having sex to have sex, because “it’s been months since I had any action”, and not because they love and are committed to one another

Obviously because of my religious beliefs I think sex should be something between a married couple. Which I don’t expect in movies really, for characters to wait until marriage. But at the very least, can’t they be in love and completely devoted to one another?


Regrowing Store-Bought Dragonfruit

I’m actually not too crazy about dragonfruit. They look badass, but boy do they taste like disappointment. However, this is my first time finding RED dragonfruit, which I believe is a bit more rare! The outside looks the same as a regular dragonfruit, but the flesh is red with black seeds instead of the more common white flesh with black seeds. The red variety tasted noticeably sweeter than the white variety, which usually tastes like crunchy water IMHO. However, be warned, brace yourself for red colored poo.

The seeds - with the good ol’paper towel method - germinated with much gusto. I’m excited, but I don’t have a good track record with the cacti family. Fingers crossed on me getting past the zone 7 winter.

burr’s animagus is a crocodile and I will fight anyone for this headcanon

he’s a small crocodile, but still a crocodile. No one fucks with him for like a month after he registers and the information gets out because new registers are pretty rare and there’s a lot of inter-department gossiping


“How come that such a rare beauty is with a mere Shadowhunter?” Raphael asked, smiling cheekily. You actually felt terrible because of that fight earlier. But you also thought revenge wouldn’t hurt - he should learn to treat you better, learn to trust you and are about you more. The wall his was hiding his feelings behind needed to fall apart. 

“I’m not picky”, you simply replied which was like an invetation to him to come closer. “Interesting”, he stated, gaze running up and down your body. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that comfortable anymore, feeling  objectified. 

“Enough”, you heard a deep voice interfere. “She belongs to me.”

Hey everyone! So this actually started out as just a little improv I was doing and I liked where it was going so I wrote this. I’m actually kind proud of it I really like it! Which is pretty rare considering I usually hate what I write but I think this one is good! I really hope you all like it! Tell me what you think

Made with SoundCloud

So…don’t mind me. I was just…really liking my face a few days ago. And took pictures. And sang “My Face” by Dodie Clark which is actually why I changed my face tag to “hello this is my face” because yes. 

And with this random burst of confidence in my face, I decided to post these pictures here because why not. Yup. Anywho I hope you don’t mind :D

anonymous asked:

Ok so I have always thought that calicos, torbies and cats like that were really rare???? Because I ADORE those types of pelts and when I look for them at my local shelter I only see black cats and brown tabbys????

omg no calicos/torties/torbies are actually pretty common. it may be because the cats you get are from the local population, which are all interbred (obv) 

red is a neat trait because males only need 1 parent (their mom) to be red, while females need both parents to be red. if a female has 1 red and 1 black parent, she will be a tortie/torbie, and she can pass on her red genes to her own son in return. red can be kinda infectious that way haha. also torbies can sometimes be hard to identify because the colors can mottle and mix really well or they may only have a small patch of red somewhere


Had an older lady wait at the wrong register the other day, while the guy serving was putting someone else through. I was greeting customers and I’m supposed to go help if there’s a line but I wanted to see what she’d do. She waited where she was until he finished, which is when he came over and offered to help. She gave him her items. He said he was on the other register, moved back over, and scanned them through on that one. Did she come over to the right register, like anyone else would have? Of course not. She stayed right where she was, held out her money, and waited until he came back over to take it. And then took her items without waiting for him to check it was correct or actually process the payment. I was in absolute shock. I very rarely get bad customers but this one just blew me away.

However, it seems that recently all the weird, rude people have crawled out of the woodwork. The next day, I was again on the door greeting customers, when I got another. I work at a stationery/office store, and at the moment we have some of our printers up the front near the door (and therefore near me) because they’re on clearance. I was chatting briefly to another coworker because it was dead quiet, when a customer wanders over looking at the printers. I immediately cut the conversation off and ask if he needs a hand. He starts asking questions about the printers. Now, I don’t know shit about printers myself, but the coworker I was talking to does. So I said that this other person could help him. The customer then said, somewhat huffily, ‘Why are you standing here if you don’t know anything about printers?’
I legit stared at him for a moment. I said calmly, 'Because I’m on the door’ before returning to my position.
He was a lot nicer when I served him at the register later, so there’s that. I just couldn’t believe that he’d actually said that. To my face.

And a week or two ago, I had a lady walk past me (and the trolley/cart return bay that I stand opposite of when on the door) and park her trolley about two foot away from me, right in front of the door. She unloaded her small amount of shopping, called her kids to carry some, and then went to go wait in line. I legitimately could not believe what I was seeing. The return was literally two feet away. She’d walked past it!! She paid and left, once again walking past the trolley and the return bay, without a second thought. I had to return the trolley myself and yes, it was only about two foot, but she could have done it herself!

Honestly what is going on. Is it Christmas? It’s probably Christmas.

NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE MYSELF IN BLUE JEANS AGAIN 💙 another comfort zone conquered!!!! i was in the topshop changing rooms earlier, wondering whether or not to go for them, but i did and now i feel great! amazing what a new pair of jeans can do, i feel great in my body too! (which has been a rare occurrence these past couple of days) my bum isn’t the biggest, it’s quite small actually, but if i must say so myself i’m quite liking it in these jeans 😉 hehehe! hope you are feeling good today too about your bodies, but if not, remember we are MUCH much more than our bodies: our smile, our personality, the way we treat others, our style, our thoughts and ideas, much much more 💙

The Malfoys and Snape
  • Lucius, Narcissa and Severus were all on a first name basis which is actually very rare for any of these three sorry souls
  • Lucius was Prefect the year Snape came to school and immediately took a liking to him because “Merlin Narcissa! Have you seen the jinxes that kid can perform? That’s quite impressive for a first year!”
  • Severus was invited to sit with the cool kids (i.e lucius, narcissa, and basically all of the uglies that turned into death eaters after graduating bc they had nothing better to do)
  • Lucius was really only in school with Sev for a couple of years but made it pretty clear that he was fond and the kid had a lot of potential to be a great Slytherin and a fantastic wizard, and being good at potions himself, he and Severus bonded over that as well
  • Both of them really suck at Quidditch, but that’s okay because they’re both smart enough to at least plot out strategies and sneer at the teams because they aren’t using good tactics and their ideas are so much better
  • Narcissa got on well with Severus too, after Lucius left school, she kept a good eye on him, but not close enough seeing as how Sirius and James were relentlessly harrassing the greasy-haired little guy
  • Severus was at their wedding, and he stood guard in front of a closet door while Lucius and Narcissa fucked privately where nobody could bother them during the reception.
  • Snape was OBVIOUSLY the first choice for Draco’s godfather if their was even a choice in the wizarding world but whatever
  • They always invited Snape to Christmas dinner, New Year’s, and for Easter as well, since he didn’t have much family and Lucius and Narcissa were always good company.
  • And he always received an invitation to Draco’s birthday parties, but he could never make it since he was teaching, but he always made sure to send a card or a gift
  • Draco grew up with Snape visiting the house on holidays, and he was always eager to ask him all about the school, what Slytherin house was like, what was really in the Black Lake, all that sorts of stuff
  • As Draco’s 11th birthday came closer and closer, it wouldn’t surprise anybody to learn that Severus and Lucius were already giving him pre-potions lessons, so that way Draco had even more of an advantage to be top of his class
  • It was no shock when Draco was sorted into Slytherin, but Snape couldn’t feel a sort of sense of pride, Draco was the closest thing he had to his own child, so of course he favored him over any other student.

anonymous asked:

I wonder if those people who think there was sexual tension between Rick and Jadis thought the same thing when Rick and Michonne met for the first time at the prison. If that Jedis/Rick thing was sexual tension, I don't know what the Rick/Michonne one was. Yet, those people didn't see it like that. The lack of objectivity is ridiculously obvious and I wonder when this hypocrisy will end. They can't say race isn't a factor. I know we shouldn't care, but it's so unfair.

It is unfair, but what else is new? But we actually have the upper hand, which is so rare, and there’s no reason to be brought down by this silliness. Bask in the greatness that is Richonne and the four seasons of buildup we’ve had to all of this. As Rick said last night, we won.

I love astronomy class when the teacher actually stays on top of science community and what is found out.

Like until this week I thought Jupiter was just another planet. But it turns out to be almost a failed star called “brown dwarves”. Which makes so much sense to me since a single star system is extremely rare compared to the binary star systems.

It’s really cool because Jupiter tried to become such a beautiful glowing object but couldn’t get enough matter and enough density to spark so it stayed something we veiw as remarkable and beautiful anyway.

So basically, even if you don’t become the largest thing, there are so many people who will see how far you got and be impressed just by that.