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[ id: a set of four digital, stylized paintings, the first three with white backgrounds and the last one with a black background. Individual descriptions below:
1) A thin person with dark skin and black, coily hair wearing a yellow top stands in front of the aromantic flag with closed eyes, a green heart on their chest. Text around them reads: Black aros matter. ("Aros" is in green, the rest is in black)
The aromantic flag has five horizontal stripes, in green, light green, white, gray and black.
2) A thin person with medium-dark skin, no hair, a beard and brown eyes wearing a purple flannel shirt stands in front of the asexual flag smiling, with a dark purple heart on their chest. Text around them reads: Black aces matter. ("Aces" is in purple, the rest is in black)
The asexual flag has four horizontal stripes, in black, gray, white and purple.
3) A thin person with dark skin, long, colorful locs and brown eyes wearing glasses, a yellow hat, a green shirt, and black suspenders, smiling in front of a rainbow infinity symbol. Text around them reads: Black neurodiversity matters. ("Neurodiversity" is in rainbow colors, the rest is in black)
4) A black fist stands in front of a green and turquoise splash of paint, with text around it reading: All black lives matter. ("All" is underlined and hot pink, the rest is in white)
End id ]
since becoming a barista i have noticed a few very distinct typologies among my customers. such as:
the woke left: young and fashionable. visible tattoos. often enjoys matcha, lavender flavoring, oat milk, and cold foam. pretty decent customers.
sweet old man: drinks very sweet iced lattes, pays in cash, puts all of his change in the tip jar. sometimes orders hot coffee and i get scared that his shaky old man hands will spill it and he'll get burned but that has not yet happened and god willing never shall.
evil old man: only wants drip coffee and declares it ridiculous that any other form of coffee exists. some variants only want americanos and these variants are even scarier. watch out.
sweet old woman: might need her daughter's help to order but is very bubbly and open to trying new things. compliments baristas freely and frequently.
evil old woman: does not want coffee and only wants sweet tea or soda. will not tip even if she spends three hours in the shop repeatedly asking baristas to fetch things for her.
errand husband: either stiltedly recites an order to you or shows you the order in their texts/notes app. needs to step out of line and make a phone call if you ask any follow-up questions.
grindset girlie: always wearing scrubs, an apron, and/or a name tag. orders the exact same thing every day and knows the exact change she'll need to pay for it. her regular order is both extremely caffeinated and extremely sweet.
#mamabear: is actively wrangling two to four children while ordering. order changes repeatedly because the children cannot decide if they want a muffin or a cookie or apple juice or chocolate milk etc. for some reason these women are always wearing an article of clothing or carrying some personalized item that says "mama" on it.
schoolchildren: band of two to eight adolescents hanging out after school. extremely indecisive but generally quite polite and tip well.
amnesiac in love: grown adult who needs their partner to tell them what they like. gets asked a question about their own preferences and turns to their partner to answer for them. generally acts like a shy child looking to their guardian for behavioral cues if you try to interact with them and only wants to talk to mommy i mean their wife.
this of course is not an exhaustive list but those are just some of the most consistent Types i get. ok bye xoxo
My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying
Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"
4 year old me: why must we do this
Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"
4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect
knock knock
who's there
deez
sigh
deez who ?
deez are the voyages of the starship enterprise
Does Ryan Gosling know that his pull within the neurodivergent queer community has just been boosted 10000000% more than his role as Ken ever did?? Does he know?? Does he know we’re all over here barking and foaming at the mouth at his autistic aroace little fuckin scientist guy who’s twins with himself and in love with Markiplier? Or in a qpr sandwich with two rocks?? Does he know he has reached #1 blorbo status for like 1/5 of this website??
Nobody should ever tell him. Nobody needs to add tumblr icon to his long list of accolades, he’s got too many already
my mom’s trans allyship is on another level
she once called my friend’s deadname “that stupid thing his mom calls him”
I was once talking to my 75 year old Chinese dad in passing about a trans friend of mine not getting along with her family and he asked why and I said err, because she's trans, dad.
He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"
Later on: "Anyway, even if she WAS the only son, that's not her problem, that's THEIR problem. They should have had more sons if they were going to be bothered about it."
Knowing what I know about chinese culture there’s something so beautifully simple about his logic of “no son to carry on family name/look after them in old age/all the other stuff? Skill issue! Should’ve had more sons! Should’ve kept the family unit strong yourself! Blaming your daughter for your own failure of family planning is W E A K!” and then he learns there are more sons and it completely breaks his train of logic because if yes to more sons then why issue?? You have two others and you’re mad you don’t have three?? Whack. Greedy.
I can already envision him as an ancient lord of a powerful house looking down his nose at the latest messenger bringing gossip from the house of his offspring’s friend and going “now they have a daughter to marry into another family for powerful alliances and two sons to take over her former duties and somehow they’re still complaining about their good fortune? They shall not survive the winter.” and then sipping his tea with all the grim satisfaction of someone about to watch an unnecessary soap opera of drama unfold from a safe distance or something
Sokka joins the fire lord meetings near Zuko and everyone is like, yes, makes sense, sokka is the ambassador and is a great strategist.
But the real reason is to hold hands with Zuko under the table, because Zuko has public speaking anxiety.
My boy was almost killed by his father the last time he tried to speak at a meeting. Of course hes got anxiety.
happy iron lung day to all who celebrate
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.
not a female 👍
pause everybody take notes. real trans ally
unfortunately one life vs the entirety of earth is an easy choice (ignoring the insidious implication that they could have waited a few months and found someone to go voluntarily) but grace didn’t even get to say goodbye to anyone or anything. and based on how easily he connected w carl in a short amount of time, despite being a “loner” I’m sure there were plenty of people who noticed his absence beyond his students. baristas, neighbors, bicycle repair men, the grocer at the farmers market. not even mentioning that grace had sacrificed years on a ship isolated from his community and “normal” life to save the world he loved, just to be drugged unconscious and sent away from it to his death. there was so many things he’d seen for the last time and he didn’t know it, just for even those memories to be taken away
because grace learns eridian from rocky do you think he speaks to people on erid with his little piano/organ/instrument setup and theyre like lol wow. you've got a REALLY strong accent. and grace is like well im an alien, thats to be expected, right? and theyre like no that's not what we mean. it's just... you sound just like rocky :,) it's very cute actually
of course grace is delighted! but it'd be very funny if rocky had just. a massively specific regional accent. and now grace has it too. all the eridians from that area are like OMG THE ALIEN IS ONE OF US - we're adopting it. that's an honorary member of the clan. listen to it. it might as well have grown up here.
...actually i'm gonna do it. fuck it. rocky is space scottish. to me. he's mine now, i'm taking him out to look at the kelpies and the falkirk wheel and climb up ben ledi. he can go fishing in a loch. and now grace's eridian accent is their equivalent of scots. he says stuff to adrian's family (posh motherfuckers) and theyre like 'i think it's trying to communicate with us..?' meanwhile adrian, well used to rocky's accent by now, is like 'it's giving you a compliment. be nice to my spouse's alien, please.'
(adrian is like the dad who doesn't want a cat. theyre like this is my spouse rocky and rocky's... alien friend.. and then like two months later rocky comes in and adrian is letting grace sleep on top of them. he was cold, I couldn't just let him shiver, and rockys like no no beloved you're so right, and secretly rubbing his claws together like yesss just let it happen, grace will win all of erid over at this rate..)
suddenly thinking about the courtroom scene, of Stratt being accused of pirating literally everything, and Grace later having everything in the various computers aboard his ship that he gave a copy to Rocky without issue, and the beetles having such a massive memory capacity and...
Stratt was a historian. She wasn't just pirating for the sake of entertainment for the astronauts, she was doing a full historical backup of the planet. Who knows how much knowledge and communications ability, how much art and culture and history, how much niche knowledge of how to make specific pieces of modern technology or modern medicines, was lost as the wars for resources isolated everyone, as the death tolls led to the deaths of specialized trade workers and scientists, as the power grids failing across the planet (or cut off, potentially) led to all the cloud servers going dark. Stratt was facing methods of combating extinction and she did her best to ensure that if/when the Hail Mary worked, it would send back not just the hope of the future in the solution to the astrophage, but the restoration of history and culture and knowledge.
Just.... she pirated everything, and put it all on the Hail Mary.
It's quite funny that Bosnia and Herzegovina got attacked in the 90s, had a whole genocide committed on its people, had its capital besieged from 1992 to '96, had a whole ammunition embargo because God forbid we protect ourselves, had rich people sniping down civilians, had famines across the country, and yet we never got a pity win at Eurovision. But then, on the other hand, they allow a whole state that has genocidal maniacs in power to participate, so I shouldn't be that surprised
eridians don't have a long history of sea and space travel, so they don't have the affinity for naming their vessels that humans do.
except rocky, who has watched and read every single piece of media grace has with him on the hail mary over the four year trip to erid, decides to start naming stuff when they get back
and the other eridians are like ???? "he was lost in space for 50 years, let him do it, it makes him happy"
i also kinda like the idea of him being like "retroactively my ship was called [eridian name of a mythical hero who was gone for a reallllly long timer but came home eventually]" and grace is like "yeah The Odysseus is a way better name than blip-a"
I can't stop thinking about how, on a sensory level, seeing grace for the first time was to rocky what we feel when we touch an algae with our foot in the sea
We're used to things being pretty solid and firm and then all of the sudden theres something slimy and soft on my leg
Rocky is surrounded by hard surfaces and all of his people are sturdy and very solid and now there's this blob in his soundscape (?) that speaks and leaks and is soft and moves like a fluid
Rocky, waking up in the middle of his sleep: Adrian, would you still love me if I was a human?
Adrian: Yes, of course, my love.
Rocky: Even if I was a leaky space blob all the time? Isn’t that disgusting?
Adrian: Grace is literally on our bed. You have every limb wrapped around him as we speak. Go tf back to sleep.