#draftspost

[recorder-dude]

Rocket and Gamora Bottom Text

[kamil-a]

having friends is soooo scary what if i drop them and they shatter..... EGGS sorry i was thinking of eggs

[venus-vault]

◇🏁 Hugh Grant // 'vroom vroom' by Charli XCX🏁 ◇

[ohseumi]

JUNGSU SET ME FREE @ JTBC K-909

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[leadendeath]

i think about these classic images every time i begrudgingly have to zoom out on a webpage to make it display properly . . .

often i have it set to around 120% zoom but most pages only look right at around 70% ive noticed..... COMPUTER! UN-ENHANCE!

yet i can still thread needles like it's nothin and find a splinter easily. wtf is my eyesight man.

anyway this post was inspired by someone's photo they posted of a meme with text. it was not zoomed in, as in, they had not zoomed in their camera to take the picture. alright then *right click open in new tab magnifying glass click* OH now i can see it. yeah thats a good meme

[endcant]

its almost every day that i work out and think about one incident in high school. my marching band had finally organized a block for injured/disabled kids to stretch and do yoga-like warmups instead of high impact warmups like jogging, running, and sprinting. the kids in “injury block” told me i should join bc of my asthma, and it made my practices way better.

this was because it granted me the ability to choose WHEN my asthma attacks started during rehearsal. instead of starting every rehearsal with an asthma attack, i could save my daily mandatory asthma attack for the very end of the night, when we would march our show for several minutes at a time nonstop and then be forced (not asked or permitted) to run from our instruments and grab water and run back.

weekday band rehearsals usually started around 3 and could last until 10 pm, and on weekdays i also had dance class, where i would have already gotten in my day’s serving of cardio in the form of dancing or running. so it wasn’t like running with the band was the only source of high-impact cardio jostling my lungs each day.

if i had an asthma attack at 3:15 PM, i would be woozy and sleepy and mentally and emotionally fried during the entirety of rehearsal, including blocks where we would stand still and practice the music. if i had an asthma attack at 9:50 PM however, i could get almost 7 full hours of actual high quality practicing and rehearsal in without feeling like i had half the usual amount of braincells and jello in the place of muscles. it was a huge game-changer for me as a drummer. suddenly i wasn’t making stupid mistakes that i couldn’t explain! suddenly i was able to retain new marching coordinates and exercises! suddenly i was able to march under the weight of the heaviest drums for hours without wobbling!

of course, after a couple of months of me participating in “injury block” and getting a lot out of it, our band director noticed me there and told me i needed a doctor’s note. i told him i have asthma and i have an inhaler perscription i could show him. he told me that that would be fine this week, but every rehearsal afterwards i would need a new signed and dated doctor’s note. i knew instantly that this was ridiculous and financially prohibitive. i tried to explain the asthma attack math. he did not care. so i went back to running and having asthma attacks at the beginning of each rehearsal and throughout parts of rehearsal that i now knew didn’t have to be that hard for me.

i had friends in band who would ask me on the field to chill and take a break because my asthma attacks were scaring them, but i was quick to inform them that my asthma wasn’t considered an important or serious injury or illness by the band director. it really made me bitter and i constantly found myself having out of body experiences during band in junior and senior year.

i still work out to this day and think about how few asthma attacks i have now that i am allowed to control when and how frequently i focus on high-impact exercise. and also since i no longer have to do that running on a dusty track with 100 other kids dragging their feet in front of me. i also think about how that band director was, generally speaking, the most hands-off band director i’ve ever met. he didn’t know a damn thing about marching or playing and rarely was present or tried to give us advice. his job was basically just to hire people who had specific knowledge. but still, that day, he decided to walk out on the field and specifically target me for god knows what reason and interrogate me about why i was doing yoga instead of running in circles.

i wasn’t mad about it at the time, even. i was very trusting as a kid. i’m mad about it now, though. and whenever i attend a group workout class and and the instructor tries to tell me i can cure my asthma by “pushing through”, they can be sure they’ll never see me again.

i guess part of what maddens me about it is how nearly every adult who ever taught me anything in any of the physical activities i chose to participate in treated me like i was lazy because of my asthma. and i just believed them. so i just worked harder than i should have. at the cost of my ability to actually perform well in the activity they were supposed to be instructing me in.

the incident that made me start to realize that something was wrong was when i couldnt lunge quickly for a visual move with my drum on because the drum harness fit me wrong. the drum instructors blamed it on my lack of core strength, and i believed them, even though i could feel the drums swinging and hitting my forward leg. a huge bruise-then-bump developed that was eventually visible through shorts. this did not bother me and i showed it off to friends proudly, much to their concern. one day i went to do the move and the swing of my drums knocked me right over. i don’t remember how much it hurt, but i guess i was down for awhile because a parent who volunteered with the band ran up and took my drums off of me. this guy, some other kid’s parent, saw my leg and cursed at the drum instructors for awhile until they agreed to try to fix my harness. i felt embarrassed and was certain at the time that if i had just been more firm in my core then there wouldve been no one yelling at anyone on my behalf.

i now feel bad that i let myself be so trained out of questioning why i was in pain that my drum insteuctors had to take the fall for it. i mean, the pain of that leg injury was nothing compared to having asthma attacks every time i had to rehearse with the full band.

[endcant]

i think about this map a lot because i do want more passenger rides to be available, but i do also notice that the train in my area isn’t pictured on this map. are there certain qualities that prevented some american passenger trains from being pictured?

Passenger trains in US vs Europe (image is making the rounds among U.S. transit advocates today)

[niceinchnails]

draftsposting that isnt good enough to be posted on their own so i will give them commentary. if you laughed at one though feel free to tell me to post them

This was after my parents got mad at me for not shaving my armpits then they took my phone ?? so i shaved my armpits the next day after like half a year of not doing that and i remembered why i hated it its cause its SOOOOOOOOOOO fucking spiky it feels like needles in my skin whenever i shave. Hate it

okay

funny but not enough to post

was feeling bad

Sincerely dont know what i could possibly mean by this

Got really mad cause everyone kept saying the same 2 things under my nin garbage truck post

I'm shy about this one

[calebwittebane]

my manic draftsposting is so funny. its almost all like this except some of it is like dissertation length. honestly let her speak. i should make a sideblog for this shit or something LMAO

[kamil-a]

the it/she bitchy spider

[endcant]

thinks abt my post in which i enumerated the top like 30 foods that exist that i made bc i was hungry

do NOT write posts on an empty stomach. people can tell

[terriblewomen]

i can’t blame religious people, love has felt like faith in being caught, and i’d fold my hands before bed every night to feel like i could land in your arms again

#draftsposting

[signfrog]

been draftsposting a lot recently. almost hourly. what did you think of that one i didnt post the other day? i thought it was a real hit

[leadendeath]

horror movies list by like. category. i need to watch more horror movies and this has been in my bookmarks for years

[endcant]

sometimes i see ppl my age genuinely talk abt tiktokers/zoomers looking stupid in y2k playstation looking outfits and i’m like. so u didn’t grow up looking back at media from ur very early childhood, knowing ppl looked super fucking cool for like A Brief Minute, and wondering why no clothes that look good like that are available. maybe i just spent too much time with DDR and JSRF. i guess older millennials didnt have to wonder why bc they understood why but also like… idk it haunted me.

it sucks that clothes like that r only being explored again now that i’m both responsible for paying bills and also old enough to be expected to “know better” what if subcultural fashion werent solely seen as an expression of teen angst in america society what if fashion was also an expression of looking fucking sick as hell for no reason at any time anywhere.

maybe its shallow to care about clothes so much but i literally got into graphic design seriously bc i wanted to make my own graphic tees in like 2016 so it’s just part of the shit i think abt.

it kinda makes me pissy when ppl act like the kids look too silly and i’m like… really? in the mallgoing early 2010s my mainstream options for clothes to pursue as a fashion-aware aspiring guy were literally like that haunting Nerd Inspired shit, and neon athletic wear, and Swag™️, and the only alternative was wearing a black graphic tee shirt from hot topic with ur skinny jeans instead of a swagful graphic tee with ur athletic clothes.

says this gazing forlornly upon my wardrobe that still contains the windbreakers and snapbacks i purchased with my coffee shop job money way back when and then a bunch of office boy clothes from college and then a bunch of cozy clothes i bought while on that broken leg drip. i have not ever been satisfied with what i wear since like 2016 when i could reasonably spend all the money i earned buying things from tumblr artists’ merch stores. ofc those clothes were either cheap and didn’t make it to today or they were good quality and are still with me today but are a size too small. abcdefg

[spock-buys-houses]

okay draftsposting done 4 the day