whenever ppl get all “Jfc can’t LGBT+ ppl go 1 day without mentioning the fact that they’re LGBT+? Can’t they just have a Normal Conversation???”
Yes, actually, we can.
We are very, very capable of not bringing it up. Many of us have to in order to be safe around family, etc.
When around friends we usually let our guards down a bit bc it’s fucking exhausting.
So, sorry* that every once in a while you have to hear your LGBT+ friends talk about something that impacts their lives greatly.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks probably have something to do with love life, we may bring up our own to add to the conversation.
Sorry* that when a large portion of talks involve hardships that come with life, we may bring up our own to keep the topic alive.
Sorry* that you have to Put Up with your “friends”. Must be so difficult.
*word used in a sarcastic manner because we shouldn’t have to apologise for jack shit
Not sure which crater this is, but you can hear this volcano roaring.
pan_gaea[ Turn volume on for the meditative volcano roar] The locals countless of offerings inside the caldera, appeasing the volcano Gods. While most are the Hindu offering of Canang Sari - a tray made of palm leaves, filled with flowers and herbs, I have also observed what used to be live offerings as well (not in the video!)… While I am not a religious person, I can understand the ritual, and honestly, I think I now believe in volcanos: Their powerful presence, purpose, eruptions and affect on human lives make sense to me.
Why in Zeus’ fucking cheating dumb ass would you make the camp shirt oragne. LIke it’s not even a nice oragne its literally a safety cone orange. Like have you seen the camp jupiter shirts. There so fucking nice and that purple is beautiful, and then theres ours. Like for fucksake who ever made them was color blind cause I swear…I will not where one now or later. I’d rather jump into a volcano then wear that god awful thing. I don’t care if it’s required, I will stab you in the arm if it even comes near me. So fuck you horse dude and anyone else who thinks the shirts are cool.
Since Alola is based on Hawaiian tradition, customs and lifestyle, it is safe to assume that there is a form of spirituality and religion that was followed by the indigenous population. While it is not as widespread as it once was due to the colonization and modernization of Alola, those who are a part of the native tribes, or are descendants of them, still pay respects to the deities of their culture.
The following list of deities is based on the Hawaiian pantheon in comparison to the legendaries found in the world of Pokemon; I did my best to compare the two and make a list that is believable and accurate, though, it will be a constant project that will be updated as new ideas come along.
Note: Because many of Hawaii’s deities have been historically erased, many of them lack lore that I was able to look up. Bits and pieces of certain deities may be merged to make more sense in the Pokemon world.
Today, I fucked up... by not sampling a new product.
I was having one of those pampering days and I was AMPED about it. It’s never usually planned, at least for me, when I decide to treat myself to a little extra beauty care. I was doing my teeth whitening routine (a usual thing) and got some new moisturizer I was applying, fresh out the shower, and I was just feeling myself? I was planning a trip that weekend to visit some friends a few states away so I needed to look my best.
I decide I’ll do a facial mask to top off the evening. Circa Summer 2016, my boss had these sample face masks he wanted to use and it was a very nice experience. My ONLY complaint was this was a peel-off mask that was VERY difficult to take off, so I knew right away I didn’t want to go through that again.
I’m looking for a non-peel off mask through these sample packets and I come across this soothing banana mask. I read the warnings and directions as you should (seriously, always do this) and it says it’s a 7 minute mask, it’ll make your face feel cool and replenished, and if you feel irritation, wash off. These are pretty normal warnings.
So I slab this stuff on. Right away. WHILE I am doing this, I thought, very briefly to myself, “I should test this before just throwing every last bit on my face.” A sample test is a very crucial step that was probably on the back off the product in the warnings that I blatantly ignored.
I am reckless, I thought. I am woman, and I will throw caution to the damn wind and I literally blasted this shit on every square inch of my face with a ring around my eyes, nostrils, eyebrows and lips.
At first it feels like a dream. It’s cool and tingly, smells incredible. I am enjoying this ride.
I’m three minutes in and feeling mild irritation, but my skin has been known to be a little sensitive, so I’m like aight whatever.
Another 30 seconds goes by and NOW it feels like every bit of my skin that this mask was touching was being kiSSED BY A VOLCANO GOD.
I am distressed, and instead of rushing right to the bathroom to wash it off, I go on a detour discovery mission to see if I can see anything unusual. By the way, don’t do that. If it’s burning, get it the FUCK off of you. I’m not sure what looking at my melting flesh would do to benefit me whatsoever, but clearly I thought this to be important.
This mask is completely clear, and I can SEE A COMPLETELY CRISP LINE OF REDNESS WHEREVER THIS MASK IS MAKING CONTACT WITH MY SKIN.
Now I decide it to be pressing enough to wash this off. I rush to my upstairs bathroom and there’s only hand soap in there. It’s not a fully equipped bathroom like my downstairs bathroom. But I wanted to avoid downstairs as long as I could since my dad was down there and I knew he’d panic if he saw me in bad condition. So I wash it off with water, I look at my reflection and it looks like a legitimate sunburn. You could see defined, crisp, clean lines wherever the mask rested on my skin and my face feels like it is swelling to the size of a watermelon with elephantiasis.
I think the worst is over, but I’m really not thinking properly among the stress of the situation. I just sort of sat on the floor in the hallway, my hands pressed to my face trying to cool down, while it feels like my cheeks have a pulse. Me washing it off with water wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to completely wash my face of this residue with a face wash or soap (ANYTHING), but I needed the time to catch my brain up with what was happening.
Once I did, I was like “Dude, I need to properly WASH my face.” It was mostly gone, but I could still feel it in the deeper parts of my skin. At this point, there’s no avoiding my father who, conveniently was stationed at the bottom of my stairs on a phone call. We went through the whole rigamarole of a worried father, conveniently chatting on the phone with my worried mother. He gave me a solid “What the complete fuck did you do to your face?” Classic pops.
Anyway, after briefing him on the situation, I shuffled embarrassed to the bathroom to wash it off and spent the next few hours applying aloe and waiting to make sure the swelling went down before I sought medical attention. I was grateful that it didn’t progress and my skin went completely back to normal by the morning, but the entire experience was a dark and regretful time in my life.
So, I guess you can take this with you: sample, sample, sample. Don’t be like me.
TLDR; I used a Satan’s Semen facemask and burned the shit out of my skin