#belarusian mother

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Belarus 🇧🇾

❤️

Democratic Republic of the Congo 🇨🇩

Christmas, time to celebrate life and the next generations, welcome new mixed baby 🤰🏼👶🏽

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

hiiiii dash!!! 6 & & for your ask game

hiiiii ivyy

for 6 - art you want to hang on your walls

these are some of the postcards i am trying to actually hang on the walls(frames are hard for them) - and they inspired this ask actually

and for the rest i chose to limit myself to only the catalogues i have bc... i could get lost in the search for hours,... i really love art

thank you so much for this ask i have been meaning to spam you all with my estranged art tastes for a while now and you have given me the perfect push to show them a bit<3

[freyjaofthenorth]

an attempt at the genealogical archive in Söderhamn library later and the identity of my great grandma remains a mystery

[unhonestlymirror]

Emilia Plater was a huge fan of Belarus, Belaruthian language, and Belaruthian culture. How many posts on this website mention this? Zero.

[heedzhee-art]

how ukrainians/georgians/baltics/poles/belarusians/etc and people who consume media critically look at hetalia fans from countries unaffected by russian expansionism who are still comfortable with using the "bECoMe oNE WIth mOTher ruSSia" as a fun quote

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Now that I have your attention:

[ichtios]

10.11.2024

Today I wanna tell you a little bit about my church in case anyone is interested, also to make you realize how small it is.

So I belong to pentecostal church, and my congregation rents a place in this building, only the part of the ground floor. You can tell that there's some church at all here by this small banner on the right side (the big one belongs to a car detailing company which owns a workshop on the left).

The members of my congregation are:

me

pastor and his wife and daughter (exactly my age)

one Polish family, mother of 2 little children, she is younger than me, and her husband (I'm not sure about his age)

1 Ukrainian family with like 9 kids (fled from war, pastor made a huge effort to bring them here right before war, and God told him to do it even before there was a war in sight, that's why they managed to fled on time)

1 Belarusian family, with 2 girls (fled from repressions in Belarus)

1 guy who used to be a criminal, robber, now 100% for Jesus. Has a family but only he belongs to us

older lady with his husband

a few other older ladies

middle aged man, "church elder" (pastors aid)

another middle aged man, also church elder and his wife

another middle aged man, Ukrainian, also kind of pastors aid

I'm not sure if I missed someone... there used to be a big Georgian family but they moved, and a Georgian guy, but I don't see him often lately. I may missed few people, but that's basically it.

So you can see it is a small church, but very family-like, pastor is very father-like and he and his wife care for me more than my parents ever did, on the emotional/spiritual/mental level if you know what I mean. Sometimes I got teary when I think how good they are to me. We don't agree in every theological matter, but I appreciate them a lot.

[queenwille]

So Russia doesn't owe anything to anyone either. And I don't need to explain or prove anything to anyone either. European Nazis killed my people during World War II. You Jews always downplay the huge role of Russians in winning World War II. Where would you be now, Jew, if Hitler had won? Why did your Americans and British only join the war at the end of the war? Why are you deaf and do not hear that the Russians do not want to see American bases near their borders. Americans wanted a NATO base in Crimea, Ukrainians they got a war. Soon a Maidan will begin in Georgia, just like in Ukraine, and all this will be arranged by the USA and the hypocritical West, and this is disgusting and vile!!!

first of all, don’t call me a jew in that tone, you effing twat. i am a proud jew and you do not get to use it in a degrading tone.

second, did i ever say the russians owe me anything? we don’t downplay it, we simply know we were not in their interests, like at all. i don’t have the time or patience to give random uneducated people history lessons online, but basically the only reason the red army joined the war was because hitler and nazis completely lost it and broke their agreement with them and invaded russia/soviet union.

why did the americans and brits join at the end? well, they ended it, so… but i guess you’re asking why it took so long? idk why it took so long, i don’t have the answers to everything, maybe it was easier to ignore, maybe they didn’t know, maybe they didn’t want to know idk, i didn’t have a family in the holocaust tbh

regarding your inquiries about americans/ukrainians/georgians. i’m neither, so, again, i don’t know. i’m a jewish argentinan with few russian, romanian and belarusian roots, but 80% polish. my great grand parents from both sides left europe post war world one and settled in argentina. my father’s side in a new jewish community near buenos aires, my mother’s side simply in buenos aires, making her promise as a child to never step foot on polish soil in her life, as it is soaked with jewish blood.

and where would the jews be if hitler would have won? he probably would have never won because he was very greedy and just wanted more and more and more like breaking his agreement with the soviet union, so there’s no need to dwell in that. ah look, i ended up giving you a little lesson after all ;)

[council-of-beetroot]

bruh get israeli miku off that damn list

1. All Mikus of the world means all Mikus, even the countries you don't like

2. No one is their government, no one is defined by the choices of their government. Azeri Miku isn't Əliyev, Turkmen Miku isn't Berdimuhamedow, Hungarian Miku isn't Orban, Belarusian Miku isn't Łukaszenka, Russian Miku isn't Putin etc etc I could go on.

3. Getting mad at someone's list of Mikus isn't helping your cause or anyone. People are suffering on this planet, instead of getting mad at a trend focused on bringing people together and just enjoying Hatsune Miku, go and help someone, make an actual difference.

4. I am Jewish. I am aware that you most likely accept me only because I happened to be born outside of eretz yisrael. The soil underneath the feet of my mother when she gave birth to me is as meaningless to me as that conditional acceptance.

5. Make your own damn list

[babysfirstpentagram]

What is Mabon?

MABON is the pagan holiday of the second harvest. It typically falls between September 20th and 23rd, however you can celebrate for as long as you please. This is also called the Autumn Equinox and it is when the days start to get shorter and cooler outside. This is a period of hardwork and change, but also balance as this is when the day and night are equal. Many pagans consider this a time to give thanks to loved ones and the earth for a healthy harvest. In this post, I will discuss how to celebrate, what to expect, spell work, and much more.

What are some symbols of Mabon?

Apples are a huge symbol of Mabon. They represent fertility though the soil and health through the body. Grapes and wine are another big symbol, especially in Greece or with Greek Pagans. There is a harvest festival of grapes around this time in honor of Dionysus. Seeds are another obvious sign as this is when you start to store your seeds for the next spring. Baskets for the harvest and harvesting tools like sickles are also symbols of the holiday. For herbal witches, some herbs you might use are acrons, grains, honeysuckles, rose, and tabacco (be responsible). Kitchen witches might make bread, or foods using apples, nuts, or pomegranates. Stews with potatoes, carrots, and onions are also very popular. Color witches should wear more Earthy tones like deep reds and browns. Gold would be a wonderful enhancement! Crystal witches should stock up on sapphire, lapis, and golden agates.

Some ways to celebrate:

You can celebrate Mabon by drying herbs, making wines and ciders for the cooler months, going on nature walks to respectfully find new decor for your altars, adorning burial sites of loved ones, making bird feeders. This is a time to really remember your loved ones as you celebrate the harvest and thank them for protecting you and your home.

Types of witches that go BONKERS for Mabon:

Hedge witches, cottage witches, garden witches!

Deities that represent the season:

Greek: Demeter, goddess of the harvest. Persephone, Goddess of spring and Queen of the Underworld. Her story of following Hades to the Underworld is the reason we have Autumn and Winter anyway! Dionysus, god of wine. Cronos, Titan of the Harvest. Gaia, Mother Earth.

Celtic (British, Irish, Scottish, and Welsh): Mabon ap Modron, God of Freedom (Welsh). The Green Man, spirit of the woods (British). Modron, Mother Goddess (Welsh). Lugh, god of balance and the harvest (Celtic).

Roman: Pomona, Goddess of Fruit Trees. Bacchus, god of wine. Ceres, goddess of the harvest.

Norse: Freyr, god of farming. Gefjon, god of the harvest.

Slavic (Russian, Belarusian, Ukrainian, Latvian, Estonian, Polish, Lithuanian, sometimes Finnish): Žemyna (Lithuanian), mother-goddess of agriculture. Jarilo, god of vegetation and the harvest.

Egyptian: Osiris, god of agriculture. Renenutet, goddess of the harvest.

Christianity: St. Isidore of Farmers.

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[codename-adler]

YOUR TROJAN TEAM?!?!?! flabbergasted. sooooo many lil guys u got there!!!

mayhaps some info on #21, Levi Romanov? love the name, very intriguing <3 or any of your choice, really, whichever you feel like sharing the most!!

oh boy. oh god. Levi's such a big file. u really know how to pick 'em Roo 😂 prepare to be sick of me...... (also ty sm for being chatty n enabling <3) //official unofficial USC Trojans OCs list here//

21: Levi Romanov (22) USC Trojans Backliner

[ face subject to change]

aight let's bullet point this:

born in USA (Alaska); child of immigrants (Belarusian father (born Alaska, parents 1st gen immigrant), Dutch mother (1st gen immigrant))

5'6½" (the half inch is important)(to Levi)(not the Trojans tho)(esp. not Jeremy)

BA: Communication (USC Annenberg)

goes Pro after college

bffs: Nikita & Angie

brother-from-another-mother w/ Nikita Bailey (their mothers are bff, grew up together in Alaska); Nikita is his bff/older brother figure/idol so he joins him in playing Exy (v popular in Alaska) and follows him to USC when he graduates HS

now for the love & tragedy chaos...................

both he and Nikita have a steady relationship with their longtime girlfriends, so much so that Levi talks to Nikita about proposing to his gf after graduation

one day though the 4 of them get into a car/boating accident that kills Levi's girlfriend and seriously injures Nikita's; Levi and Nikita are somehow miraculously the least damaged

it's a rough fucking patch for Levi (and Nikita, but that's a story for another day!)

enter Angie Pullman, Trojans recruit (ask!!! me!!!)

both men are immediately drawn to her, and inevitably it ends up in a big fight that creates a (temporary) rift between Levi and Nikita

luckily it ends up being an Adam/Gansey/Blue/Ronan situation (do you see where i'm going with this?)

because the thing is, there's this guy, Anderson [subject to change] Atwell

the assistant coach

ohohoho yes

Anderson’s really been there for Levi after the accident, bc he's been much more of a confidant to Levi than any of the team's therapists, probably because he's not a therapist; and then the shit with Angie and Nikita really isolates Levi, and slowly Anderson can't help but wanting to help Levi as much as he can, more than assistant coaches probably normally feel...

so Levi's not as straight as he thought, not in love with Angie like that like he thought, much more in love with Nikita than he always thought, and definitely, definitely super hard in love with his assistant coach (you see the Adam/Blue/Gansey/Ronan pattern?) (except there is nothing whatsoever between Nikita and Anderson. in fact Nikita probably hates him a little bit actually. fr fr.)

also before anyone sends me anon hate about my own OCs, the Levi-Anderson age gap is 22-30, so calm downnnn

so yeah Levi & Anderson, once they're all in and go all out, are disgustingly happy; but the hurdles are many and exhausting (i have another ask incoming for Coach Rhemann, which will coincidentally explain really well said obstacles)

i would say, apart from Jean Moreau himself obv and Adèle Moreau, Levi is the most tragic Trojan :(

especially because he used to be such a goofy ass mf, and so hyped about Exy on and off the court, before the accident, and nowadays he's much more a shell of himself, doesn't care much about Exy outside the court, always plays his very best but his heart's not into it, feels disconnected from his team and teammates, etc.

Anderson's the one to lead him back to his love for the sport <3

Jeremy did try very hard as his captain to reignite the flame inside Levi, of course, but let's say he had a little less incentive than with the Frenchman... if ya know what i mean... but Levi's just glad even his captain never gave up on him

birthday's June 1st //lmao beginning of pride month and i didn't even do that on purpose//

originally Levi was named Reuben Muller and he was German-American? but i decided to split the character in 2 and thus Levi & Nikita were born!

his bestfriend, apart from Nikita who has known since birth almost, is Jack Driver; they hit it off instantly the first time they practice together on the court (it also helps that Jack is both a moron and a wise man. very in touch with his feelings. it just depends if his brain cells are activated or taking a nap…)

once the drama settles down Angie also becomes one of his close friends

he’s an only child [pitiful]

did i mention his ADHD? oh he has big big big ADHD… he often forgets his meds, and he’s prone to lash out (mostly at himself) or zone out, but Exy really helps a lot with both his bottomless restless energy and his self-worth <3

on the meds thing: that was such a battle. for everyone involved. Levi, the doctors, his gf, his parents, Nikita... it was just barely starting to go well when the accident happened, and well. the step from ADHD to depression is already so small, Levi had no chance. but he's climbing up the hill again now :)

so Levi's kind of the dark version of Jeremy, or like a past younger iteration of Jeremy before he got to be the Captain Sunshine we know and love (and that's partly why Jeremy has trouble connecting w him, befriend him, even look at him sometimes); he doesn't talk much anymore, except to fight and curse, but then he turns around and drops by with a pan of brownies for the new girl because he saw her eating one all alone and sad in the athletes' hall, you know? he's very hard to pin down, even more so now that the constants in his life have been taken away or flipped :/ but he's a precious dude, trust me!

[africanrefugeeswelcome]

Belarusian mother 🇧🇾

[aniron48]

24. just really needed a hug sort of hug for 00leiter would be amazing if inspiration strikes! 🥰

Alex, mi vida! Thank you for always inspiring and indulging my deep-seated need for 00leiter, and thank you for this prompt. 🥰 Your wish is my command, my friend! It's here, continuing below the cut, as well as on ao3:

sometimes it takes the night to fall

“My mother wanted me to go to law school,” Felix says. His tone is measured, and this, this, is something he’s going to include in his annual performance review at the Agency, which his supervisor signs every year without reading a word: Agent Leiter is calm and measured, even when he is soaking wet, covered in pink feathers, and holding a flash drive with the plans for a chemical weapon designed to take out half of Europe, circumstances which Agent Leiter would have avoided entirely had his MI6 counterpart not been a fucking asshole.

“‘You’ll make good money, son,’ she would tell me,” Felix says. He pulls his Glock out of his holster, pointing it toward the floor to let the water drain from the barrel. “‘You’ll wear nice suits.’ But no, I knew better. I didn’t want to take the motherfucking bar exam.”

“You wear nice suits now, Felix,” Bond drawls, looking him up and down, and Felix is either going to punch or kiss that look off his face, but he hasn’t decided which, yet.

“Normally, I would agree with you, James,” Felix says. Measuredly, again, because he’s a goddamn station chief for the CIA. “But right now, my nice suit looks like it survived simultaneous explosions at a poultry farm and a Pepto-Bismol factory.”

Felix had had plans for their mission in Prague, plans which involved a timeline, and coordinates on a map, and the judicious use of SIGINT. James Bond had had instincts, and even if those instincts had been accurate, as far as identifying the Belarusian middleman they were looking for went, his methods left a lot to be desired, seeing as they primarily involved a chase through a crowded craft fair in the center of town, followed by what could charitably be called hijacking a bachelorette cruise in order to chase said middleman down the Vltava River. And now here they were, on a deserted dock in a decidedly seedy part of town, mercifully free of bachelorettes, but with an unconscious henchman tied to an oil barrel behind them, waiting for the ride that would take them not to their warm, comfortable hotel room near Karluv Most, but to the U.S. Embassy, where Felix could hand off the hard drive and then spend the rest of the night filling out the ream of paperwork required after the sort of nuclear-grade shitshow James Bond tended to leave behind him on a good night.

“I think I know what you need, Felix,” Bond says, and the way his mouth turns up at the corner can’t mean anything good.

“What I need,” Felix says, “is not to be picking penis-shaped confetti out of my beard.”

“No,” Bond says, stepping closer, and if the British exfil team doesn’t get there soon, Felix is going to paddle to the Embassy on a goddamn inflatable canoe, “No, that’s not it.” 

He brings a hand to the back of Felix’s head, drawing him in close. “Why don’t you start by putting your arm around my waist.”

They’re Felix’s own words from years ago, directed back at him with Bond’s characteristically lethal precision. Not long after the events in Bolivia, Felix had flown into London for the memorial service of another MI6 colleague who had died in the line of duty. Later, after everyone else had left, he’d joined Bond where he stood in the back of the church, stiff with grief and the bone-deep chill of the British winter.

“She drowned, you know,” Bond had said, his tone conversational. “004, I mean. She deserved better. It’s a terrible way to go.”

Bond and Felix had been lovers for mere weeks at that point, if that designation even applied to the handful of hours they’d stolen in South American hotel rooms and, on one memorable occasion, the lost luggage room of a train station in the middle of nowhere. But Felix wasn’t an idiot. He’d been in Venice when Vesper died. Even then, he’d known Bond well enough to know what wounds would be fatal to him, if left untreated.

“It is,” Felix had said. He hadn’t dared to say much of anything else. “I’m sorry for your loss, James.”

“It’s England’s loss,” Bond had said. He’d already begun to go distant around the edges, all of the lines of his body tensed for a fight. Felix had wanted nothing more than to demand Bond come back with him to his hotel room, to fuck him fast and merciless until all the tension bled from his body, until he was easy and louche again, unspooled against the Egyptian cotton sheets. But his first instinct with Bond wasn’t always the right one, back then, and he’d looked at Bond in silence for a long moment before making his decision.

“Come here,” he’d said. “I’m going to give you a hug.”

Bond had looked at Felix like he’d just suggested they piss in the baptismal font. “A what?”

“A hug, Bond. Jesus Christ. Come here.” He’d pulled Bond in by the lapel of his expensive wool coat. “You start by putting your arm around my waist, like that. Then you put your other arm around my shoulders. Like this, asshole. And then—” Felix had squeezed with all his might. “Then you hold on tight.”

They are here, now, tonight—and by “here” Felix means Prague, means the dock, means covered in dirty river water and the detritus of phallus-shaped souvenirs, but he also means so much more than that—in no small part because all those years ago, his own instincts had been right when he’d taken James Bond in his arms in an empty church, and so as angry as he is, he’s powerless to deny James this, now. He gives in to the inevitable and steps into the embrace, dropping his head against James’s neck.

“I hate you,” he says, but there’s no longer any heat in it. “This was the worst night of my career.”

“The ladies liked it,” Bond says.

“The ‘ladies’ thought we were strippers. One of them threw her drink on me when I refused to take my shirt off.”

“The night is still young,” Bond points out. Felix refuses to turn his head to look at him, on principle, but he can feel Bond’s smile against his cheek.

“Fuck you and your entire country,” Felix says. “I’m glad we threw your fucking tea in the harbor.” But his head is still on Bond’s shoulder, and his arms are around his waist, and he’ll stay that way until the sound of a distant motor signals that their ride is near, and the night moves on around them.

[mossynebula]

The boys learning each others languages

Jiang (Chinese/Korean)

K struggling to speak Chinese but Swan is great at it

Jiang constantly having to correct Skov on the inflections in Chinese

Swan helping Proko with the alphabet in Korean cause he can't for the life of him wrap his head around it

Skov and K arguing about certain Korean words whilst Jiang sits back knowing both of them are wrong

Proko genuinely tears up when Jiang passes him a list of basic words in Chinese

K laughs at him

Jiang comforts him and says he doesn't have to learn Chinese

Skov says its not fair and get hit in the eye with an eraser

Swan can hold basic convos in Chinese with Jiang but cant read it

Skov learns as many insults as he can in both Korean and Chinese

everyone gets excited when they finally recognise some of the words Jiang says to his mum on call

They all agree to collectively throw Chinese out the window and just learn Korean

Kavinsky (Bulgarian)

They all know a few words due to Kav blasting Bulgarian rap all the time

All of them (except Jiang) know/ understand the Cyrillic alphabet

Skov learns all the swear words first

Swan is ready to punch him

Proko learns the history behind the language and ends up learning old 12-16th century words

K is ready to punch him

Jiang stared at the alphabet for a solid 5 mins in confusion

" what the fuck is that?" *points at Ж*

K downloads (in a totally legal way. yup.) primary school lessons for Jiang

J actually uses them

Its one of the easier languages they learn together

Skov (Ukrainian)

Skov starts by teaching them how to cuss someone out RIGHT in Ukranian

J mixes up Ш and Щ

K says its far too easy (he forgets simple words)

Proko learns the history behind it again

he also learns the national anthem on a dare and hums it to himself often

Skov is a shit teacher

Swan takes over

Jiang thanks him endlessly

Kav switches the tv subtitles over to Ukrainian and they all realise its way easier to learn a language like that

Proko now knows exactly how to argue back with Skov and everyone is ready to bury them both

along with Bulgarian, Ukrainian is the easiest language they learn

Proko (Russian/Belarusian)

we all what Skov is going to do by now (he already knows a lot of swears in Russian)

Proko does a crash course in the history of the languages and their roots/links to other slavic languages

everyone is actually interested

K becomes obsessed with Russian pop and rap songs

Jiang is getting really good at Slavic languages now and he's really proud of himself (the others are too)

Swan excels at both as usual (smart motherfucker)

Jiang finds himself using Russian the most out of all their languages (except his own ofc)

Skov prefers using Russian cuss words cause he says they sound more aggressive

Proko and Skov decided to put different anime and cartoons into Russian dub and couldn't stop laughing and trying to copy it

K was unimpressed

Jiang asks Proko to teach him the history behind the other slavic languages they've learned

Belarussian is used less frequently between them all but they hear it from Proko when his dad calls

K learns Belarussian first cause he likes Prokos dad

Swan (English/French/Quechua)

Swan helps the boys in English class with essays and such

Proko and Jiang mix up their grammar sometimes and Swan helps correct them

K likes to ask him what random words mean, he thinks it annoys him but Swan enjoys teaching

Skov makes fun of him if he accidently misspells something

"you don't know how to spell something in your own language?!"

Skov misspells words in Ukrainian all the time but denies it

Proko hears Swan speaking French to his mum and falls in love a little

Jiang asks Swan to translate random sentences into French, just to hear him speak it

K hates learning French, calls it "stupid fancy English with shitty letters"

Jiang struggles with learning the silent letters and sounds

Its the easiest language they learn, but they almost never use it except with Swans mother

Swan only speaks Quechua with his dad (his dad is from Peru)

He refuses to teach the boys Quechua

[valcaira]

I hope Lukashenko kills himself. My mother and I have been praying for a skilled assassin to take that scumbag out since 2021 but at this point the piece of shit should just do it himself. Licking Putin's boots for decades just as he lets his dogs lick the food off his golden table makes him pathetic enough. It's that swine's fault why my family and so many more Belarusians live in poverty. I'm glad to live in Germany but Minsk is my second home.

I will never forgive Russia and their bootlickers for what they did to us. They're trying to kill our culture, our language and our pride. Lukashenko is just a puppet that needs to go.

I'm just tired. And angry. Fucking hell, my uncle was part of the protests! My cousins had to move to the countryside because of all the bombings and shootings! My grandpa died of cancer two months ago that could have been treated with better medical care!

I want Belarus to be free.

(Tankies don't you even dare look at this post.)

[syrenki]

i discovered a groupchat in my mother's phone called birch trees in warsaw consisting only of her and her cousins and when i asked her what that was about i discovered the women of her generation of the family named themselves that just that birch trees as children in a very small belarusian village in the 70s and it came up again after all these years when they are all dispersed all the countries cities of the world yeah i don't know i was going somewhere with this either way i'm emotional about birch trees come on i'm a birch tree myself if the women of my family are birch trees i'm a birch tree too