my favorite genre of photo is cosplayer out in a random place in public. and i’m not talking abt malls or hot topic and shit where you’re already more likely to find cosplayers. i’m talking abt seeing like a junko enoshima cosplayer at a mcdonald’s
ok but i don’t think any of these can compete with this pic taken by a professional photographer of just the most dejected spamton i’ve ever seen. just alone. with three seperate drinks. also this was featured on an official bbc news report
Parts of the country where self-service gas pumping is illegal.
I didn’t know about New Jersey’s law so imagine my shock when a pump jockey sprinted at my car and kicked my door shut when I tried to get out to get gas. I rolled down my window and asked him “Is there a law against pumping your own gas or something?” And he looked at me like I’M nuts and just said “…yes?”
okay but imagine this in the reverse. when i left new jersey as a driver for the first time and sat in my car for about ten minutes wondering where the attendant was until a nice man tapped on my window and just said the words “New Jersey?” and when I nodded he told me to get out of the car so he could teach me how to pump gas (and nicely didn’t laugh at me when I shot gas out of the nozzle across the side of my car).
me and the boys (all from new jersey) went on a road trip out of state and had to get gas and it ended up being sort of a Group Puzzle for the gang as we huddled around the gas pump and nozzle and tank and whatnot. just picture five people standing around the gas tank opening like its part of an escape room. it was very silly.
So I guess the answer to “How many Jersey Boys does it take to figure out a gas pump?” is “At least 4”
Airbnb bathroom in Malta, taken from the wet floor of the shower. Don’t like the lip on that shower.
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[image description 1: a photo of a small bathroom from inside the shower. There is a metal rail on the floor for the shower door. Beyond this are two steps down from the shower that lead immediately to the toilet. The sink is just beyond that. The entire bathroom is tiled in sky blue and off white. It would be very easy to trip on the metal rail, fall down the stairs, and smack your head off the toilet. There is a deep red rug in front of the sink to show where the pool of blood would form after this incident. end image description 1]
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A few years ago a roommate abruptly decided to move out to live with her boyfriend, and I ended up spending half a year sharing an apartment with someone I had never met before: an Egyptian girl with very limited English.
She was confused by my appearance and asked me “boy or girl?” It took me a while to understand what she was saying, but eventually she got the point across, and I told her that I was a girl. She seemed unsatisfied, and I explained that I was transgender. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t know the word.
We ended communicating by typing our respective sentences into Google Translate. Unfortunately, whatever the Arabic word for “transgender” is, it wasn’t a word she knew either. Eventually I ended up typing in “I used to be a boy but it made me unhappy so I decided to be a girl.” She stared at it for a moment then asked “You are happy now?” I said yes, and she smiled and looked thoughtful.
A couple hours later she came up to me and said “You and me, we are sisters,” and gave me a hug. “You say you are girl, you are girl.”
Can I share this in non-tumblr spaces?
Each story like this warms my heart a little more
When I came out to my Chinese girlfriend, we ended up breaking up. I asked if being Trans was the reason specifically, but she said no, she just didn’t want to date another woman. Then she told me I should start calling her 妹妹, (meimei). She is a few years younger than me, and that’s Mandarin for ‘little sister’. We’re still talking to each other over a year later.
“You are happy now?” is really the only thing that needs to be asked, isn’t it.
My father in law, a man in his 70’s has a friend from childhood who married a trans woman. He was scared my father in law wouldn’t be his friend anymore over it. The only question he had for his friend was he happy? Friend said yes. Father in law said “okay great! I don’t care what parts your wife has” lmao
One of my friends he met is an out trans woman now, and when I told him he said “Good for her!”
doomed lovers? tragic, sure. but doomed siblings? the same blood is running through our veins, but the differences between us feel insurmountable. i love you. i hate you. sometimes i think i would’ve died without you. you drive me insane. i would take a bullet for you. i’d kill someone for you. i know you better than myself. i feel like i don’t know you at all. our parents failed us. you left me. i left you. you taught me how to love. you taught me how to be loved. i’m sorry. i miss you. i never want to see you again. i only ever wanted you to stay.
“came back wrong” what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can’t be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
a lot of stories treat romance like it makes the relationship between two characters self explanatory and to be honest it doesn’t
story: they’re in love :)
me: why?
story: what do you mean? they’re in love :)
me: what do they bring to each other’s lives? what do they admire about one another? what draws them to each other?
story: love :) :)
me: ok… so what is that going to look like now?
story: like love :) :) :)
me: are their personalities going to clash at all? are they going to have arguments? learn to compromise for each other? will they need to adapt to sharing their life with another person? is it going to be smooth perfect harmony from day one? are they going to be always together? see each other sometimes as their occupations allow? how does this relationship affect their lifes.
