#WFL

[wafflesrisa]

Can Crofty please shut up about Daniel being “distracted”, the yellow flag came out as he was already committed to the line, which in that corner is BLIND

Daniel had a split second to choose whether to drive into the wall or T-Bone Oscar, and he managed to choose the wall

Sky commentary is ridiculous sometimes

[bykshre]

Tag-list for We Found Love!!

Comment below to be added, it'll be out very soon!

xx ☃️❄️🩷

[terribletrainphotos]

In comparison to actual train content, this picture contains unfortunate amounts of grass and cloudy sky.

[wafflesrisa]

/Black interview backdrop with an empty chair

/Twitter whistle: Daniel Ricciardo to replace Nyck De Vries

/Cut back to empty chair; Daniel walks in, sits down

Producer: “Welcome back. Good to have you in the seat again.”

Daniel: /sheepish but grinning

Has anyone checked whether the DTS-crew is okay? They must have just spontaneously combusted with the Daniel storyline plot twist.

[writing-for-life]

Happy Birthday/Anniversary Murphy, you’ve finally made it to 35 in human years even if you’re haunted by the narrative.

The debut issue of The Sandman went on sale on November 29th 1988.

And I've been following you around for nearly as long (three decades, help), the hopeless fangirl I am.

Have some fanart by moi to celebrate (the only one I’ve ever been sort of happy with), created just before you turned 30. It went through a few iterations since—the one you see here has largely been painted over the original, which was a bit triggering in certain ways (shamelessly posting it now. Don't repost the image without credit, reblogging is okay and appreciated though):

Plus, you in your birthday suit in your birthday issue (art by Sam Kieth & Mike Dringenberg):

Plus, you at your most beautiful (at least to me) in Soft Places (sorry, I know you felt like shit), art by John Watkiss:

[turtley-ausome]

This my AAC device called Accent 1000 the program is Unity 84, i like Unity 60 better more easy but need to get 60 button keyguard for it! It is alot like LAMP.

Update : got the 60 button keyguard and also prety pink frame recently yay!

[nonspeakingkiku]

Cover for LAMP binder ☺️😋

Took a bit but we got it done. It's a bit, chaotic because all three of us hosts worked on it but we all like it and that's what matters. Can't do an ID right now unfortunately because brain soup but as always if anyone IDs it before we can it will be added to original post.

Crap 🤦🏻 forgot to add image. Ugh.

There. Added. Oop

Like said. Brain soup.

[cologne1049]

Interessante Lackierung an der V 180. Könnte es sich hierbei um die WFL Lok 20 / 228 501 handeln? Habe zwei vergleichbare Bilder entdeckt [https://www.flickr.com/photos/139222727@N07/26055490787/in/photolist-2oHVFxa-2oHTM83-2oHVFrU-FGrcDM-2oHTM38-2q5wQfV, zuletzt aufgerufen 05.01.2025, 07:39], [https://www.bahnbilder.de/bild/deutschland~dieselloks--92-80-~br-1-228-dr-v-180-dr-118/901769/228-501-der-wfl-mit-einem.html, zuletzt aufgerufen 05.01.2025, 07:42]. Dasselbe Design auf einer englischen Diesellok der “Warship”-Baureihe, das ich reblogged hatte: https://cologne1049.tumblr.com/post/187626157483/fourredunicorns-british-rails-warship-class

[thisnoise]

[milleroptimism]

“They said a coffee pot could be a coffee mug if you just don’t give a fuck—“ that’s her only explanation for having the stainless steel straw dropped directly into the top spout of the pot.

"... Who the fuck is they? Who are you getting this stupid shitty advice from?" Rhetorical question that sounds like a legitimate question. As the tired mom friend reaches for the coffee pot: "Don't listen to the words falling out of their stupid mouths ever again. They try to give you advice about something else you tell 'em to fuck off. Go get an actual coffee mug."

[stellerssong]

For the Fan Fic Writer Asks: 9 and/or 10

9—do you write every day? if you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

this is actually the only piece of writing advice or technique that’s ever worked for me and my swiss-cheesed brain: somehow i managed to convince myself, in the depths of a very bad creative injury, that Increasing The Fucking Thing by a sentence, just a few words, every single day, counts on some nebulous cosmic scale as Increasing The Fucking Thing, and therefore has value. this is why my creative output is so [wiggly hand gesture] in terms of quantity, but hey, This One Weird Trick has kept me in the game for some years now when i would otherwise have quit, so we’ll call it a good thing overall. Doctors Hate Her!

here is my contribution to the cosmic scale today, in screenshot format because moving the annoying formatting from my notes app to any other rich text field is, as previously stated, annoying. and yes, i am definitely looking forward to having to reformat this entire fucking fic line-by-line when it is uploaded to ao3 (lying) (lying so hard) (was looking at another section last night and just experiencing profound despair)

10—is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

something that is true in every single fandom ever is that you will publish a high-effort longfic that you poured your heart and soul into and people will be like “meh” and then you will publish an off-the-cuff gag ficlet that you barfed out in a day and a half and people will come crawling out of cracks in your walls to tell you this is the FUNNIEST and SMARTEST thing you’ve EVER written and OMG PLEASE WRITE MORE LIKE THIS and then you will be like. how did you get in my house. please get out of my house. i didn’t even go to the effort of looking up Finnish syntax and sentence construction for this fic i’m an EMBARRASSMENT. STOP CRAWLING AROUND IN MY CABINETRY

to that point, and to the original question: “we’ve got the power now, motherfuckers” has far and away received the most enthusiastic response of anything i’ve posted for Control (2019) fandom. and part of that might be because i did dash it off without taking myself overly seriously, and part of that might’ve been a fandom actually getting interested in a fic centered around a major character who up until that point largely hadn’t been utilized in fic, and idk maybe i actually did better than i thought i did in terms of mimicking the style of the in-game lore collectibles…but also y’all. please. “laterna magica” and “barren face, desert eyes” are better. like objectively. you are tearing me apart Lisa

[wafflesrisa]

It’s been A Day for the F1 Fandom

[wososhine]

You can sign up to preform during the UWCL pre ceremony🤣🤭 Wolfsburg - Barcelona

“they will be part of the choreography. for example, the volunteer has to hold banners or other activities such as choreography/dance to music.”

[chaunceyandchumleysdad]

R.I.P. Mark Kellar

It is sad to see this news. I used to play racquetball with Mark when he lived in the Chicago area. He later moved to Minnesota, and I never saw him again. He had an outstanding collegiate football career as a fullback. In 1973, he led the NCAA in rushing, beating out notable future NFL players Tony Dorsett (Pittsburgh), John Cappelletti (Penn State) and Archie Griffin (Ohio State). He went on to play two seasons with the Chicago Fire (World Football League) and three seasons with the Minnesota Vikings (National Football League).

Mark was an excellent racquetball player and he taught me a lot about the game. In particular, he taught me patience. Don't panic and try to cut off the ball. Follow it to the back wall and set yourself up for a good shot. He had that part of the game mastered. He never looked like he was playing hard, but he always got to the ball and made good shots.

I have some good memories of Mark. The first time he played at our club, it was in a doubles match that included me and a guy that had a reputation for being ornery. There were a couple of hinder calls by Mark that Mr. Ornery didn’t agree with. At some point, Mr. O., knowing nothing about Mark’s background as a football player, decides to get in Mark’s face and read him the riot act. Mark got in Mr. O’s face, and shouted, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO” as I proceeded to wedge myself in between them to try to prevent any fisticuffs.

When Mark joined our club, I recruited him for our travel league team where he quickly became one of the top players in the league. There was a new team that joined the league the year before and their number one player went unbeaten in their first season. In the second season, he was still undefeated when we played his team on their home court. I matched Mark up with this guy, and Mark took care of business and won the match. His opponent did not shake Mark’s hand after the match. Instead, he stormed off the court toward the locker room. Mark causally strolled off the court, and nonchalantly quipped, “I guess I wasn’t supposed to beat that guy!”

I did manage to beat Mark once in our in-house morning league. Knowing that winning two consecutive games against him was virtually impossible, my strategy was to lay it all out and win the first game so that I would have a shot of winning the game three tiebreaker. My strategy worked. I won game three when I buried a ceiling shot in the back corner of his backhand side. When he tried and failed to dig the ball out of the corner, he said, “You talked me right out of it!” I took that as a great compliment from a former pro athlete.

Mark was always easy-going and if we weren’t playing racquetball, we’d always have a chat during our morning workouts. He would get on one those old white and black Stairmasters, set it at top speed, and do it for an hour straight. (By contrast, thirty minutes and medium-low speed was all I could handle.) Mark was never pretentious about his athletic career. However, he didn’t mind talking about it when asked. Though he seldom went out with the racquetball team after our travel league matches, I do remember one night when we sat in a bar, talked about his career and playing in Soldier Field, Metropolitan Stadium and Lambeau Field on cold December days.

Unfortunately, he moved to Minnesota just before cell phones became ubiquitous, so I had no contact information for him after he left. As I later traveled to Minnesota periodically for business, I did try to track him down but was unsuccessful. I played quite a bit of racquetball in the Twin Cities area, but nobody knew of Mark. So perhaps he quit playing the game or I just didn’t look in the right places. He was a part of my life for a relatively short but fun period of time. I hope he has found everlasting peace.

[funblaater]

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