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onaspacewalk · 19 days ago
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The Schlurper strikes again!!!
You can SEE the lights go out at :07.
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onaspacewalk · 1 month ago
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Tumblr seems fond of the Ukrainian "living is hard, dying would be a pity", so here's another part of Ukrainian vernacular that you guys might also like. This one is new and developed in 2022.
I would like to introduce it to you in the following context: it was August 2022, I returned to Ukraine for the first time since evacuating in March and was going through baby's first in a while air raid (in Odesa). I texted my best friend, who never left Kyiv, saying that I'm scared to go to sleep in case I wake up having died of a missile or whatever. She put on her very best Yoda face and bestowed upon me the following:
"1. Їбане так їбане." (Yibane tak yibane).
Now, this is extremely hard to explain, but I will try, to the best of my ability.
So, the basic meaning of it is: "If it strikes, it strikes". However, the verb for "strike" here is derived from the profane root word which basically means "to fuck". So a closer stylistic choice would be, "If it fucks you up, it fucks you up", or "If your ass gets struck, your ass gets struck". This is usually spoken before the person decides to ignore the air raid, set aside the feeling of impending doom and go to sleep.
That wasn't the end:
"2. І взагалі навряд чи їбане. (But in general it probably won't.)
3. Але якщо їбане - так їбане. (But if it strikes, then it strikes)."
That night I slept like a baby and didn't, in fact, wake up dead.
So if you are currently dealing with the impending doom around horrors you have no control over, take the wisdom of Ukrainians who have been grappling with horrors beyond comprehension for over three years now (some longer):
Їбане так їбане.
І взагалі навряд чи їбане.
Go to sleep.
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onaspacewalk · 3 months ago
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onaspacewalk · 6 months ago
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Beyond Evil crack 1/?
DILF (in which the D stands for Dongsik)
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onaspacewalk · 7 months ago
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Does anybody have that image of what cyberpunk dialogue is like. "to crack a cyber lemon this nasty" or whatever
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onaspacewalk · 7 months ago
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onaspacewalk · 7 months ago
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Senpai says you’re welcome
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onaspacewalk · 9 months ago
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bungus
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onaspacewalk · 9 months ago
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If you somehow needed a reminder that we live in a completely fucked up world..
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Fourteen of the sixteen electronic components are made by American companies. The rest are Swiss, Chinese, Malaysian and Taiwanese. China imports all this.
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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my trick for getting through grad school is learning to navigate the quadrants with all their nuances
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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Your legally married spouse is the one person in the world that you get to choose, who doesn't have to witness against you in court. So if you're thinking of marrying someone, consider these two questions:
Do I trust that this person would 100% help me hide a body, no questions asked?
Do I trust this person enough that if they asked for my help to hide a body, I wouldn't hesitate?
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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Needle - Serhiy Zhadan - Ukraine
Translator: Amelia M. Glaser and Yuliya Ilchuk (Ukrainian)
Anton, age thirty-two. Status: ‘living with parents’. Orthodox, but didn��t go to church, finished college, took English as his foreign language. Worked as a tattoo artist, had a signature style, if you can call it that. Lots of folks from our local crowd passed through his skilful hands and sharp needle. When all this started, he talked a lot about politics and history, started going to rallies, fell out with friends. Friends took offence, clients disappeared. People got scared, didn’t get it, left town. You feel a person best when you touch her with a needle. A needle stings, a needle stitches. Beneath its metallic warmth the texture of a woman’s skin is so supple, the bright canvas of male skin’s so stiff. Piercing that outer shell, you release the body’s velvet beads of blood. Carve, carve out angels’ wings on the submissive surface of the world. Carve, carve, tattoo artist, for our calling is to fill this world with meaning, to fill it with colours. Carve, tattoo artist, this outer lining, which hides souls and diseases – all that we live for, all that we will die for. Someone said they shot him at a roadblock, in the morning, a weapon in his hands, somehow by accident – No one knew what happened. They buried him in a mass grave (they buried them all that way). His possessions were returned to his parents. Nobody updated his status. There will come a time when some bastard will surely write heroic poems about this. There will come a time when some other bastard will say this isn’t worth writing about.
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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I remember this story mom told me and my sister when we were little. Two frogs fall into a milk churn, and start swimming to stay on the surface. After a long time, one of the frogs tells the other that it's tired of swimming, and is just going to give up now. The frog sinks and drowns, while the other frog keeps swimming. Eventually the surviving frog that never gave up has been swimming for so long that the milk has been churned into butter, and the frog can hop out. The moral of the story is that life feels hopeless a lot, but if you give in to despair, you fucking die.
I had two aunts from my father's side. I don't remember anything about one of them, she died when I was three years old. We were never lied to about how it happened. She killed herself, jumped out of a window. She gave in to despair. My paternal grandmother lost her mind over the grief, developing dementia overnight. I never knew her as a sane, coherent person. She gave in to the despair. That's what I was taught, that's how I was raised. Life is pain, but if you give in to the despair, you fucking die.
I am an optimist. Always have been. I had to be. Indulging in pessimistic fatalism was a luxury that I could not afford. I'm not an optimist out of some naive lack of awareness that life can be bad sometimes. I grew up very familiar with how bad life can be. I was an optimist in believing - against all the proof of the contrary - that life could be other things, too. That it's possible that there could be a life that doesn't hurt all the time.
I can't afford to be a pessimist. I don't pretend to believe that things will never get bad, but I have no choice but to believe that no matter how bad things will get, there can be good things in life, no matter what. I don't talk to my family anymore, but I did survive being raised by them. The ones who give up hope don't make it. If you let the darkness seep in, and give in to despair, you die.
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"
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onaspacewalk · 10 months ago
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as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"
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