Lucy Diggs Slowe (deceased)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 4 July 1885
RIP: 21 October 1937
Ethnicity: African American
Occupation: Former prof tennis player, professor, activist
Note of firsts: First Black woman to serve as Dean of Women at any American university. Won the national title of the American Tennis Association's first tournament in 1917, the first African-American woman to win a major sports title. First person from her school to attend Howard University.
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Are you implying that you're James I and I'm some hot, dumb jock? I'm more than fantastic bone structure and an ass you can bounce a quarter on, Henry!!!!
Don't apologize for calling me pretty. Because then you're putting me in a position where I have to apologize for saying you blew my fucking mind in LA and I'm gonna die if it doesn't happen again soon. How's that for lack of restraint, huh? You really wanna play that game with me?
Listen: I'll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you're in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you "baby." I'll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.
xoxo
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[°Day 7 Valentine-@fransweek 2024°]
It was Frisk who kiss sans for the first time 😏
@chellaw-sinz-arts I'm so sorry but I didn't have a idea for flowertale bc I have a art but maybe I will draw your babies for the next time ^^
See ya next year for my second Frans week heheheehe^^💙😑💀❤️
Good luck for other ^^(mainly for you @sofiathehooman 💀)
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View of woman engineer, at drafting table, drawing an automobile body with pencil and drafting triangle. Stamped on back: "Photo by N. Lazarnick, 244-6-8 W. 42nd St., New York. Tel. 594 Bryant." Handwritten on back: "First and only woman automobile engineer."
National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library
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Sweet Tooth Dottore . ⋆ੈ✩‧₊˚ೃ༄
HC: I'd like to imagine that the feared Second harbinger, Dottore, has a HUGE sweet tooth with no consequences
a/n: this is my first story and headcanon here! please IM TRYING MY BEST
Like what the Raiden Shogun said, "Cavities are no big deal — you can just replace your teeth." Which is the case for Dottore.
He's one of the smartest, most knowledgeable, beings in Teyvat and has conducted countless experiments on others and himself. Surely the Doctor definitely has modified parts of his body. He doesn't replace his organic parts with pure metal covered in synthetic, close to life, skin. That's what his segments are for. Instead what he did is create some sort of serum or potion that allows his teeth to grow back. Perhaps he being the genius he is extracted that ability from a shark, modified it to be able to work on his own body.
You are quite fond of his natural sharp teeth, you think its endearing, sometimes out of pure impulse and much to his irritation, you like to cup his cheeks then spread them open with your thumbs to shape his lips to a smile (more like a grimace from his unwillingness to be part of your shenanigans), in the middle of kissing then proceeding to open his jaw to examine his sharp teeth. No matter how much you see them, you couldn't get enough. He doesn't have it in him to stop you, he's quite fond of that focused and fascinated expression you have plastered on your face when you're interested in something, much more when he's that subject.
What horrifies you is when he would out of nowhere yank out a tooth from his mouth. You two could be hanging out in his lab, he could be in the middle of an experiment, mid conversation, and he wouldn't hesitate or even tell you moments before he yanks out a tooth, insisting that he felt a small ache, immediately recognized it was a cavity and needed to purge the distraction. All while some blood dribbles out of his mouth. Don't worry! It grows back in 10 minutes!
Teeth aside, now onto the cause of his concerning habits.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to worry about any health issues asides from mild cavities that don't even get the chance to develop much. He's immune to every disease and every possible health related problem.
Unfortunately for you, you were still pure 100% human and can be prone to any disease out there. Being the normal human being you are in contrary to your lover, you can't help but also feel horrified when you see Dottore put at least 12 tablespoons of sugar in his drink of choice. 10 teaspoons on a good day. He doesnt sleep often, unless you somehow miraculously convince him to sleep with you that night. He needs all the sugar on top of SOME coffee to keep his mind functioning sufficiently for his experiments and research.
"Would you like some coffee with your sugar?"
Recall that one time, he received a not so satisfactory report from one of his segments due to some unfortunate circumstances in their mission. His expression one moment clouded over with irritation and mild rage, then the next moment much calmer when you, who had been sitting on the office desk with your back faced to the segment during his meeting, had fed him a spoonful of the parfait you had happened to be eating.
From that day onward, the segments make sure to inform you before their creator if their mission went badly just so you could prepare some desserts for your boyfriend so that he doesn't end up possibly wiping out any of the segments you're quite fond of upon hearing the news.
Bonus++
If he cooks for you, which is already a rare occasion on its own. He makes two separate batches for the each of you. One of his batches would follow the normal, healthy amount of sweet that he followed from what he knows or from a recipe, then the other...would be for him, certainly much much sweeter than yours. You dont mind it too much, him constantly eating sweets makes his lips taste like candy!
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