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strandnreyes · 3 months
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happy push-versary to those who celebrate btw
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tomsmusictaste · 1 month
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Every Avenue // Where Were You?
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twopoppies · 1 year
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So is this going to become a “where we’re you when the ANNOUNCEMENT was dropped?”
Because I was pumping gas and had my phone in my pocket when I got a vague notification about the breakup. I did NOT care about the chance of fire around gas that using a cell phone can cause and opened that shit right up immediately and began jumping for joy at the pump!
What a day!
Oooh! Yes!! We need a roundup. Where were you when Holivia ended?
I was in my house (eating Frosted Flakes because I’m currently obsessed with them), no one had called me all day, and then literally five minutes after Nikki texted me the People article, I got a fucking call I had to take that lasted at least 30 minutes and I was so distracted because all i wanted to do was scream about the breakup! 😅
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cynically-optomistic · 5 months
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I dont think there should be a time frame on panic actually
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stennyandbaddecisions · 5 months
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November 29 is my new favorite holiday
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ghost-2501 · 8 months
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I'll never forget:
Was working as a surveyor at the time. My crew chief and I were headed to a job site right across the Hudson, in eyesight of the WTC.
En route to the site, we were listening to the radio in the truck when reports came through of the first tower being hit. Someone from inside the first tower managed to call the radio station:
"It's really smoky, and hard to breathe (a cacophony of noises of people in the background of the call could be heard), but we're doing okay, otherwise."
Little did they know.
My crew chief, an otherwise mean, racist piece of shit, showed a moment of softness. Tears flowed from his eyes, with a look of complete confusion and bewilderment on his face.
"I don't understand. There must be some sort of mistake or something..", he said.
I only responded with a side eye to his comment, thinking to myself, "I know better, there's something more to this."
My suspicion was confirmed once the second tower got hit.
We were a tunnel away from our job site, a tunnel that was blocked by a police cruiser, the cop doing his best to redirect traffic. Seemed like every surrounding public service was running thin.
My crew chief asked the cop, "Can we get through? Our job site is on the other side of this tunnel."
"No one's getting through but EMS, Fire, police and FBI.", the cop responded.
We were stuck, traffic was bumper to bumper, and there was no way to communicate to HQ that we were ok.
I noticed that the cops' flares were about to die out, so I told my crew chief that if we're going to be stuck here, might as well help the cop with traffic. So we pulled our truck out of traffic on to a median, and pulled our cones out to put them in place of the flares the cop put out, and helped him redirect traffic as best as we could.
A woman drove up to me with a look of fear and worry on her face.
She asked me, "Is there another way to get into the city? My husband works in the tower, and I need to make sure he's ok."
"I'm sorry, the only ways to get in from here are the Lincoln tunnel, and the GW bridge, and both of the are closed. I'm sorry.", I responded.
We were there for 3-4 hours before traffic started to lighten up (overstatement), we packed up our cones and drove back to HQ. Both towers were gone by then.
When we got back, the rest of the employees at the surveying firm were relieved to see that we were safe. When I got home, I cleaned up, then rode my bike to a friend's house, to find that my other friends were already gathered, rolling up trees.
We all looked at each other, silent, then suddenly said, almost in unison, "State of emergency."
I smoked so much that day. For weeks, I could see the smoke coming from ground zero from my bedroom window.
Once my crew chief and I were cleared to go back to our job site...the taste/smell of blood and metal in the air was unshakable. Similar to the taste of putting a 9V battery on your tongue.
I'll never forget.
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seanmorroww · 2 years
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Escaflowne- “I Remember 2 Step”
Where Were You? [Somersault, 2022]
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killallyourfrendz · 2 years
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People posting about where they were when they first heard the new single (I was at work) but I also vividly remember the first time I heard MCR was checking out the MySpace page of the boy I had a crush on and his profile song was Welcome to the Black Parade
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gucciwins · 2 years
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Did I search for a second part of where were you on your masterlist to see if you had a second part to it? Yes. I didn't even find "where were you?" And I was like... (oooh Im not gonna tell that joke, nope) looking up and down.. checked the masterlist several times. I thought I was looking up at the wrong account. Turns out you just posted it!
Oh my god I was so sad over the fact that a teeny tiny human could see it all for herself, that her dad wasn't there when needed, didn't do enough.. hits close to home tbh.. We have to make H pay at all costs.. because that child just broke my heart.. 😭😭😭
oh i’m sorry you searched so long for it 🥺 but i’m glad you enjoyed reading it even if it was sad. little inez broke my heart too, babes 💗
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beaft · 6 months
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a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn't use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like "...but just this once you can have it for free, don't tell my boss though" he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying "yes..... yes!!!!!" like the sickos comic
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lgbtlunaverse · 8 months
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Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.
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sp00kysk3lly · 11 days
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After April 18 (Thursday) I will be going low contact to my "best friend".
I don't want to speak to somebody who gladly laughs in front of my mum because they couldn't believe I had an above average IQ, and then continues to make fun of me for the rest of the day, ruining my day out so much that on the way home, I cried in the train toilet, and then hurt myself that night. I don't want to speak to somebody who gladly tells me that my "attention span is the size of a flea." And repeats it constantly to me. I don't want to speak to somebody who says they are my best friend, but constantly puts me down, makes me upset and depressed and makes me feel so bad that I hurt myself.
I don’t want to speak to somebody who constantly made fun of how I said certain words, due to a speech issue when I was younger.
A best friend doesn't do that to their best friend.
Meaning of a best friend:
Someone you can trust with your life who has seen the best and worst of you and will be there whenever you need someone to talk to. There is a balance in the relationship between give and take. You feel so in sync with them that you can comfortably share your innermost feelings and thoughts.
Why I have made some words/sentences bold:
Because this “best friend” isn’t someone I can trust. Not anymore anyway. Not after laughing in my face and in front of my own mum about my IQ. Not after telling me constantly that my “attention span was the size of a flea.” And then making fun of how I said things. (Yeah, best friends insult each other. But that was going overboard, especially considering they knew I had speech problems when I was younger and I was and still am very self conscious about it today).
This “best friend” isn’t someone who will be there when I need someone to talk to. Because if they were, they wouldn’t speak to me once a week. They wouldn’t make a single message a weekly event and they DEFINITELY wouldn’t just talk to me more often, because of the fact they are coming round my house for a visit that only happens on a rare occasion now. A best friend is someone who you spend time with, we don’t. Not anymore.
They use to sleep round most times they visited. That stopped. Funnily enough, right around the time my bowel condition was getting worse. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
And I know for a fact because this person, has told me myself that they plan to stay over at multiple friends house? So why is their house, good enough? But not mine? Why? Because I have a commode in my room, which I wouldn’t even use while you were there! And funnily enough, seemed to go more off me, when I mentioned that I was going to try and get a colostomy bag, and tried to stop me from going and talking about it to my gastroenterologist and GP.
So what? A friend with a literal bag of shit not worth being friends with?
Give and take? To me it always seems they take, take, take. All the time. It was all fine when we were friends as we were younger, (surprisingly, when I wasn’t sick).
But as soon as I got sick, (after diabetes) that’s when it was take take take, not just by them, by all the people who I will be going low contact with after that date.
And comfortably share my thoughts and feelings? No chance. How can I trust someone who made fun of me, made me feel so low that I hurt myself, and made me cry and feel like shit, with my innermost thoughts and feelings? I barely trust a therapist, but least they know not to make someone feel bad about the stuff they can’t help.
Reason I don’t show interest and you assume it’s my flea sized attention span? BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT SAYING ANYTHING THAT INTERESTS ME! I may be good at faking things, but when you’re boring, you’re boring. It’s not that I lose attention, it’s because you don’t speak about anything interesting. I tried to show interest, I really did. But it bored me when you kept going on about people calling you homophobic and racist, and transphobic when you REALLY FUCKING ARE! And you know 100% I am trans myself! So why say it? Why even remotely say that stuff? (No wonder you didn’t stick up for me when you’re 16 YO girlfriend, called me a “tranny”, now I know why).
I don’t want to hear it. It’s boring. You are a racist. You are homophobic. And you are transphobic. I don’t want to hear how much you love and support Trump. Or Nigel Farage. I couldn’t care less.
So, no. It’s not because my attention span is flea sized, it’s because you speak about the same bullshit all the time. I’m done hearing it.
And I’ve already stated to you, that the IQ test, was a proper one. Done in school when we were learning about that stuff. But you didn’t go to school, did you? No, because you’re a weak pathetic person who got bullied for one day and gave up, while the rest of us had to endure bullying and beatings, (and not just at school either). Another thing I wouldn’t share with you is how abusive my childhood actually was, because I’m sure you’d tell me that it isn’t true and think that child abuse just consists of starving children and not clothing children.
So, proves my point. Can’t tell you anything because I don’t trust you. Can’t tell you how I feel because you’ll lie, like everyone else does.
I’m done. Low contact is only the start. Because if I don’t notice anything different happening, I may just have to call it a day on the friendship and end it for good. I’m sick and tired of putting in all the effort, when why should I? Why should I put all my energy into a friendhip that clearly isn’t just one sided!
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tomsmusictaste · 1 year
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toughest question yet
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twopoppies · 1 year
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I’ve got a good where were you story 😂 It was early morning here and I work with and ride Grand Prix Dressage horses for a very wealthy lady and she’s hosting a three day clinic with one of the top coaches in our country. I’d finished riding the first of my two horses and was helping my employer tack up her top horse when I got the notification. I’m over a decade working at the very top end of this sport, and thirty years with horses and know WAY better than to do this but I screamed (thankfully this horse is very chill and used to me so hardly flicked an ear) but my boss came running over, one riding boot half on, thinking something was wrong, there’s several other people hanging around who spun around to stare at me in fright (including the very respectable coach who thankfully had finished her previous lesson and was just chatting to the rider) and I had to explain to everyone there that no, nothing was wrong, it was just one of the worst pr stunts FINALLY being called quits
Hahahahaha! Oh noooo! That could have been so embarrassing.
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o0kawaii0o · 1 month
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no mercy 😭
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montanabohemian · 10 months
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if i see a single one of you pissed that your faves canceled an event or a con appearance because they're striking for fair wages then imma come for you in your sleep 🔪🔪🔪
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(direct that fury where it belongs: AMPTP and the execs)
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