my dad (Maori) works on a ship with all Maori/Tongan/Samoan fisherman- and one Aussie guy called Jake.
And that wasn’t done on purpose just sort of how it ended up, but Jake recently got an injury so they put him on a Different boat just for a little bit (a sit in the wheelhouse and scout type of boat, instead of the main fishing one) and he only got back to my dad’s ship today and he was apparently like Shaking. He was Traumatised.
Dad said Jake kept pulling him aside and going “They were all yelling on there, but in a MEAN way” “They didn’t clean… Like at ALL”
Jake experienced what a boat full of old school Aussie fisherman is like. That is the norm Jake. You just happened to be on the all Island boy boat on your first go out. “It was time for dinner and they had FROZEN nuggets” Jake that’s what they have on ships that are out at sea for months at a time.
On my dad’s boat they are eating fresh fish and coconut milk Ceviche. They’re grilling steaks on an open bbq on the deck that probably is not regulation. All the guys have their own special knives to prepare sashimi every couple days. Everyone is happily doing their own work so they can clock out early and set up a movie on the deck. Jake did you genuinely believe that’s what every boat was doing.
Local Australian man is fed fresh juices and smoked fish for first time- refuses to go back to beef jerky boat life
jake that first night when they served a freezer tray tv dinner and not an overflowing plate of fish that’s probably going for conservatively like $40-$80 bucks a kilo but the guys decided Eh we’ll catch more let’s just fry it up:
When I was little I had an irrational fear of when you tried to turn off your Windows XP and the screen would gradually turn Grey as you choose which power option to enter
i really like in fiction when they’re like oh no!!! the bad guys are about to win!!! and Character Who Keeps Trying To Sacrifice Themself For The Greater Good is like. gentlemen i have an idea
Get a trans woman sinigang. Trust me you’ll change here life
*Sinigang* is a Filipino soup most notable for being incredibly sour. Eating it makes me feel like every disease in my body has been cured. I would personally take it over a dozen cuban sandwiches (and I love cuban sandwiches). Highly recommend getting a tamarind base
I dare not dream of such decadence… but ooo I wanna
Breaking: TikTok is better bc it’s more hostile towards humanity
The lack of video content is what kept us here… I thought we all agree that the best feature of this hellhole was and always will be anonymity.
Tumblr’s not asking for my phone number. It’s not going through my contacts to try and connect me with my fucking colleagues. I can come here and talk about whatever I want without anyone ever seeing my face or hearing my voice. I don’t have to censor myself and hide my interests or enthusiasm out of fear of consequences it might have in my real life.
I think the biggest misunderstanding they have of Tumblr is that they think of it as a social media platform when in actuality it’s a blogging platform with social features.
I like the use of Metroman here because if there’s one thing Tumblr users collectively agree on it’s that we want everyone to think we’re dead
A man stands in front of the camera with the caption “A story time from when I was a girl” next to him and trans flags adorning the video.
“Ayo, let me give y’all a story time. You know I’m transgender, I was born a girl I transitioned into a man but let me give y’all a story time from when I was a girl.
So, me and all my stud friends, we getting ready to go to this party we all dressed in all white. One of my friends decided like, ‘Ay y’all, let’s all wear our straps to the party.’ So we all dumb, ‘Aight, bet!’ So, we all wear it to the party.
We get to the party, it’s a basement party, back in the day, you know what I’m saying, so, nobody can really see. So, this girl get to twerking on me, she feeling me, giving me her number, dadadadada (said to mean etc.)
We meet up after the party at her house, me and all my friends. So, we all go into seperate rooms dadadadada. So, we did what we had to do.
So, I ain’t talk to shawty for like, two and a half months and I get a random text from this number like, ‘Yeah, like I been trying to call you and talk to you.’ And I’m like, ‘For what?’ you know what I’m saying, [I’m trying to] ignore you, like, it was a one night thing. She’s like, ‘Yeah, I’m pregnant and it’s your baby dadadadada…’ And I’m like, ‘Shawty, I’m a girl.’ and like, showing her pictures of like, what, me in a sports bra. No, she like ‘No, that’s your sister I’m not stupid I know who I had sex with that night.’
Um, so, to this day I got a child out there. Hey son-”
