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Women wanted to be lawyers and engineers and chemists. They wanted to use their brains in challenging and interesting ways. They wanted to get the satisfaction from solving problems and inventing new shit and getting attention for it.

Theme [42]: Interloper by glenthemes

🩸 ── preview / code / guide / credits 。

ĭn′tər-lō′pər, (n.) one who is unwanted or unwelcome; one who interferes where they do not belong. A mini fansite theme matching my Heartworm about page.

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header: banner image ； profile picture ； Discord-inspired status bubble ； username ； description ； smaller profile picture and title ； basic nav links ； popup ask ； popup submit ； back-to-top button

sidebar: 200px–375px ； left or right ； auto sticky behavior

sidebar box 1: image with optional gradient ； bonus description ； custom links (up to 8) ； searchbar

sidebar box 2: custom updates (up to 8)

sidebar box 3: members/affiliates (up to 6, tumblr blogs only) with optional short comment

posts: 300px–650px (1 column only) ； legacy & NPF compatible ； old or new captions ； original poster, posting date and content source always visible ； optional click-to-show tags ； optional infinite scroll

misc: mobile theme support ； optional shadows ； optional rounded corners

🩸 ── how to use and edit ‣

Please read the guide I put together! (〃˘▿˘)

It's not a particularly plot driven adventure. My wife wanted to be surprised when I proposed, but she also wanted to know what day I would propose so she could wear a cute outfit and get her hair done and all those things. My solution to that was to buy the ring, and then also buy a dozen more ringboxes.

Then we just did a sort of mishmash of all our first dates. We went to the Desert Botanical Gardens, and I proposed three times, which she was flabbergasted by, and then we got lunch, and I proposed twice, which she was less flabbergasted by, and then we went to the Japanese Friendship Gardens, where I continued proposing to both her great amusement and mild annoyance. Then we went to the Phoenix Art Museum, and she'd peeked in my backpack enough that she knew I still had about five more boxes left, which meant that her guard was down. Rookie mistake - she was expecting me to only propose on the last one. Gave me one last chance to surprise her. So I beelined straight for the firefly room

and when we were walking there I told her about how that room had surprised me the first time because it looks like a Mormon Temple's sealing room. Mirrors in front of mirrors, designed to make you look like you're standing in front of eternity. A strangely loaded cultural symbol, even to a merely former Mormon. How it was jarring it was to just be laughing and looking at art on a third date, just having a silly time, then turning a corner and more or less immediately standing in a sort of scifi version of my culture's wedding altar. That the first time I'd actually considered what spending the rest of my life with her had happened almost involuntarily that day. That I'd been surprised, even then, by how unscary it had seemed. Even as mostly strangers, I knew she was special.

Then we went inside the exhibit I opened my backpack, and I let her see all the other boxes before handing her the real one, and she opened it to humor me and was instead met with the real ring.