Writerly Woes

And if you look here you’ll see a 22 year old trying her best

[argumate]

Middle-Aged Man Trading Cards Go Viral in Rural Japan Town

A trading card game consisting of real-life ojisan (middle-aged men) are going viral with kids in the city of Kawara in Fukuoka Prefecture.

[draconym]

I love absolutely everything about this. I want to make trading cards for everyone in my neighborhood. I want to receive these instead of business cards. I want to build a deck around my local electrician and mail carrier and ice cream truck driver.

[tisorridalamor]

Forget blorbo from your shows these kids are getting involved with their community to meet ojisan from their cards

[cyrus-thenotsogreat]

people without any whimsy scare me. why are you like that. where are your trinkets.

[probuccalfat]

staying silly is all i got left like i got no money no prospects i’m a burden to my parents and i’m frightened

[transmortifried]

idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr

you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category

[charlesoberonn]

I want to fuck Antoni Gaudi's unbuilt Hotel Attraction skyscraper design

[anatomizer]

"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.

[skelotan]

I can never be annoyed at teens for being excited. I used to be a VERY annoying one! PATREON

[passion-of-l0vers]

i love u every one. i know i say it a lot but it bears repeating. i hope u feel loved so much every one ever

[victusinveritas]

Please go learn how time works.

[lunerabo-deactivated20250206]

“Get his ass” Is so unreasonably funny to me. A huge win for the English language. Today’s version of “seize him” imo

[angel-fruitcake]

i can handle one (1) Event™ per day. whether it be a phone call, an appointment, trip to the grocery store, play date with a friend, etc. only one, that's it. any more than that and i am Stressed

[jay-rayart]

FLY is a story about a boy who gets a second chance. Help his story take flight June 9th 11am EST on Kickstarter. Thank you for being the wind beneath my wings I hope this story lifts the world to a brighter place.

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A coming of age story about Black kids who finally have power to fight back against systems designed against them.

[benzohoarder]

[figural]

#google translate does not capture the tone switch so i have to say. first two sentences are like. normal maybe kind of feminine posting tone #& the last is like. shounen manga protagonist. action movie hero. jojo's bizarre adventure character. #the tone you would use if you were holding a gun with the safety off (– @chadlesbianjasontodd)

[minothtime]

Basically, a translation could be:

I just think it's so interesting that people end up falling in love with their friends' boyfriends! I absolutely despise every single one of them. give me my fucking homie back you goddamn bastard

[liminalweirdo]

translation tags by @minothtime because they are so so good

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

[depsidase]

[hotvampireadjacent]

https://twitter.com/birdtickler/status/1552657242909904897?s=21&t=q4JEDIALmV-cAjcoEOypdw

[littlemisspipebomb]

ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.

[baronfulmen]

"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.

[katelyn-danger]

The hardest part about overcoming my discomfort around drag was realizing that my opinion on it literally didn't matter. I have no right to act like a child and stomp my feet and throw a tantrum any time I saw someone doing something that I didn't like, as if I was princess of the universe. People are allowed to wear whatever clothes they like, with hair and face to match. People are allowed to dance and sing on stage. But somehow when those things were combined to make "Drag" it made me so unbelievably self-conscious and dysphoric. I genuinely felt like I was the butt end of a joke. I hated it.

But I didn't unpack that hatred, I just externalized it. I hated them for mocking me (they weren't). I hated them for debasing themselves on stage (they're allowed to do that). I hated everyone else for cheering and laughing. And at the end of the day (I'm not proud to say this, but it's an accurate summation) I hated them for being degenerate. I felt like whatever elements were core to drag were harmful and regressive, just because *I* was personally disgusted by it. I was an insecure, spiteful, hateful little worm.

I had to learn that my transness and drag are allowed to coexist. Those feelings of discomfort were only feelings of shame. I could choose to either heal this shame, or continue to let it fester within me. I was rotting from the inside out. I didn't feel like I could stand on my own two feet without dragging someone beneath me for support. I was allowing the behaviors of others to influence my own internal state, instead of simply knowing that nothing external to me can affect me unless I let it.

[brainstreams]

[just-thots]

this is so funny bc on the one hand what the fuck are we doing tumblr. like you cannot be serious you're censoring entirely sfw concepts bc sometimes people ALSO involve it in fetish stuff? but on the other hand. i was in fact searching it in hopes of finding porn so you do have me there technically i can't lie

[depsidase]