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@toastlover21
Pasting what I posed in Bsky here, too. The lady I spoke to told me "we are getting a lot of calls about this." IT IS WORKING. CALL. JUST FUCKING CALL.
If you find it difficult to find the words, you can use this as a script:
"Hi, my name is _____ and I would like to file a formal complaint. I'm calling about a recent change to Visa's payment processing. I am being blocked from making legal purchases on (Steam, Itch.io, etc., whatever you use). I am an adult with money, and I should be able to spend my money wherever I please. It is ridiculous that your company is barring me from making legal purchases with my own money. I am going to stop using Visa if this isn’t rescinded and fixed. I am very displeased as a customer, and will be taking my business elsewhere if this is not remedied in a timely manner."
That's basically what I said. Feel free to spice it up!
Just did this for all my cards.
Yes, all of them. Even the debit ones. Anything with the Visa or Mastercard logo. The bank ones bounced me to my bank and I chewed on them too.
Worst lunch break ever, but they need to HEAR US.
fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’
the title of the last song you listened to is the epitaph on your tombstone
okay so I know slur song was banned from the club chart BUT fun fact: to make it into the lower end of the itunes charts you only need to sell like 50 songs in a day so if you have 50 friends with a dollar to spare and an iphone ... well
omg that would be so funny. I definitely don't have 50 friends I could expose this song to but thankyouuuuu!
lets goooooo
this country has the chance to do the funniest thing
Album · 2025 · 1 Song
You raaannngggggGG???
aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!1!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Holy shit
this is an actual accomplishment and I wonder if we can get it higher
Sometimes the experience of using tumblr is roughly akin to giving a child a limitless supply of red cordial and a bazooka
slur song #10 !!
WHAT!?!
I am going to lie down and stare at the ceiling for a bit
I can't be the first to make this connection
y'all slept on the first chart but I will make the world see my vision
...Can I add this
I'm sorry but why was this the post where I learned some rich lady fell in love with the Grinch
on friends and soulmates and that type of love that feels like it's going to burst right out of your heart
@/zmije / @/leptodiera / @/bichopalo / lyrics from two best friends by bb bean / animatedjames on youtube / @/killingmyselfbutnotdying / unknown / @/sadiekane / friedrich neitzsche / katfish draws / @/elytrians / @/wormbus-art aka @/angel-pond / @/mushysuggestion / the unsent project / mhairi mcfarlane / unknown
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
My mom likes to refrence a story she read
About a guy who escaped North Korea
He said living there was like living in a pot
And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot
But once he was out
And the pot was gone
He was still in the shape of the pot
And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape
I think its the same with alot of things
Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies
You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.
You forget what made
you happy in favor of
what kept you alive.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
there aren’t enough words in the english language to describe how much i hate the way that most schools kill creativity and originality because they think conformity will make you better suited to society
This post is chaotic good.
this is the first time I already had a fic downloaded (unintentionally) before ao3 went down and I feel so smug about it
there’s got to be at least one trans woman named eve out there whose deadname is adam. and she’s the funniest person to ever grace this earth with her presence.
I feel so appreciated :3
WE FOUND HER!!!!!!!!!!!!
GOD SAID ADAM AND EVE SO SHE WAS BOTH
I said this same thing! Except I’m also bi so I add to it a little 😇
Oh hey idk why it says I deactivated. I just changed my name. Still here babes 😎
opening the fic tab to see ao3 down is like coming home to get a snack from the fridge but the whole fridge is missing :(
ao3, it’s the middle of a workday. tf am I supposed to do? my job?
Fear Of Falling.
i can’t believe the reason i can’t read my ao3 fics is literally homophobia this time
filling out a passport application and the x option for gender is staring me right in the face
maybe one day
I love women who are unabashedly big.
Women with big laughs, big smiles, big voices, big bodies, and even bigger personalities to match. Women that don’t care if they take up space with long strides and sit with their legs miles apart.
They give big hugs and big kisses, and they have big hearts. Big, proud women are amazing.
This posts includes trans women and excludes terfs, btw.
Rb this version pls