Evenings in Tokyo's Shimbashi district.

Dudley

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This one, stuck with me.

I firmly believe this is what Usagi Yojimbo is about.

Coffee Shop Monents, Autumn 2023, Turin, Italy

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Street Photography, East Vancouver.

Rodney DeCroo

©pierre-yves chassaigne

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

does anyone here have stories from older relatives who had experiences with PCP? Seems incredibly rare these days

In the five years of my living in London, street photography had managed to take a good grasp of me. I can't explain the thrill that overcomes me whenever I am walking down the street (whether new or familiar) with my camera. I feel incomplete whenever I don't have my camera in my hand! I love to take pictures of the most random things, as they happen. Candid, real, and not posed.

Moreover, there's a certain degree of wonder and curiosity of thinking where do they go- these subjects of my photography- after I had immortalized them in a photo? It's fascinating to think that these are all individual beings that have their own destinations, task, and agenda at that very moment. It's almost voyeuristic in a sense!

I'm on the bus rn and in the last red light I saw two construction workers, one was leaning against some wooden wall cover and the other one was leaning in front of him on a light pole. Idk why but it looked so intimate. Like, they're probably talking about something trivial but it was just— The first guy was shorter and he almost disappeared behind the other's back and. I've read too many fanfics lmao

once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that’s puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.

and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots

based off the new sonic pict mistranslation but also bc why not. new shoes for him that remind him of someone always

Street Moments, Autumn 2023, Turin, Italy

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there should be an option for online orders that’s “I want my package soon but it is not an emergency if it’s snowing stay safe I love you 😘”

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I thought some of my Tumblr mutuals would be interested to see this article.

Viola Ford Fletcher, aged 109, just published a memoir 'Don't Let Them Bury My Story' about her experience during the Greenwood/Tulsa Massacre. It will be available for purchase August 15th.

"Her memoir, “Don’t Let Them Bury My Story,” is a call to action for readers to pursue truth, justice and reconciliation no matter how long it takes. Written with graphic details of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre that she witnessed at age seven, Fletcher said she hoped to preserve a narrative of events that was nearly lost to a lack of acknowledgement from mainstream historians and political leaders.

The questions I had then remain to this day,” Fletcher writes in the book. “How could you just give a mob of violent, crazed, racist people a bunch of deadly weapons and allow them — no, encourage them — to go out and kill innocent Black folks and demolish a whole community?”

“As it turns out, we were victims of a lie,” she writes.

Fletcher notes in her memoir just how much history she has lived through — from several virus outbreaks preceding the coronavirus pandemic, to the Great Depression of 1929 and the Great Recession of 2008 to every war and international conflict of the last seven decades. She has watched the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. lead the national Civil Rights Movement, seen the historic election of former President Barack Obama and witnessed the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement."