#i am making pierogi

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[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

I wish the grocery stores here sold better pierogi bc I’m sure mrs. T is a lovely lady but her pierogi are so mid and only potato filled

[taketheringtolohac]

enema of the state is such a bad album except for when it’s a good album. ty for understanding.

[wabblebees]

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[natandacat]

Anyway im gonna sleep real hard so I can be in good enough shape to play hades tomorrow :) and make pierogis!

[bathroomcorpse]

my birthday is really just the day where i force my friends to eat eastern european food with me

[starsjulia]

Święta with You // alexia putellas

a/n : happy first of december, i’m sad and wanted to kinda write about my life (even though i am going back to poland for Christmas)

warnings : tiny bit of homophobic families, then fluff, and also the readers polish

Christmas had always been your favorite time of year. Back in Poland, the holiday season meant tradition, chaos, and, above all, family. You would spend hours helping your babcia in the kitchen, rolling dough for pierogi and making barszcz with beets that stained your hands. The cold air outside would carry the sound of carolers, and even amidst family arguments, the festive spirit was undeniable.

But this year was different. For the first time, you were far from home, celebrating Christmas in Spain with Alexia and her family. You loved her with every fiber of your being, but a part of you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest.

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Alexia found you sitting by the window that morning, staring out at the rolling hills. The sunlight was soft, but the festive warmth inside the house felt far away. She approached you quietly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Estás bien, amor?” she asked softly.

You looked up and forced a smile. “I’m okay. Just… thinking.”

Alexia crouched beside you, studying your face. “Tell me,” she urged, switching to English.

You hesitated, unsure if you could even put the feelings into words. “I just… I miss it,” you said finally. “Christmas back home. The traditions, the snow, the way my family used to come together—even if we argued the rest of the year.”

Alexia frowned, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry, cariño. I know how it’s hard being away. But… is there something else? You seem… sadder than usual.”

A lump formed in your throat as you nodded. “They didn’t invite me, Alexia. My family. They didn’t invite me for Christmas. I know they don’t really accept us yet, but I thought, for one day, they might…”

Alexia’s eyes filled with sympathy as she pulled you into her arms. “Oh, mi amor,” she whispered, holding you tightly. “Lo siento. I’m so sorry.”

You leaned into her, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over. “I keep thinking about how, even when they fought, Christmas was the one time they made it work. But now, because of who I love, I don’t even get that. It’s like… I don’t exist to them anymore, I didn’t do anything wrong, I just love, I don’t know.”

Alexia didn’t say anything right away. She just held you, her hands running soothingly up and down your back. After a moment, she pulled back slightly to look at you.

“Listen, mi amor,” she said, her voice firm but full of love. “I know it hurts, and I hate that they’re making you feel this way. But you’re not alone. Aquí, con mi familia, tienes un hogar. You have a home here—with me. And we’ll make this Christmas beautiful, I promise.”

Her words, so steady and full of conviction, brought a fresh wave of tears. But this time, they weren’t entirely sad. You nodded, leaning your forehead against hers. “Thank you, Alexia. For everything.”

“Siempre,” she whispered. “Always.”

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The rest of the day was a whirlwind of preparations. Alexia insisted that you show her every detail of your transitions, from cooking the dishes to setting the table.

“What’s this one called again?” she asked, gesturing to the dough you were rolling out.

“Pierogi,” you said, smiling as you worked. “This one will have potatoes and cheese, and this one—” you pointed to another batch—“will be sweet, with fruit.”

She furrowed her brow in concentration as you showed her how to fold the edges. “So, I pinch here?”

“Close,” you said, reaching over to guide her hands. “Like this.”

Alexia glanced at you, her lips twitching into a small smile. “If I learn to make these, will you marry me sooner?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’ve already proposed, remember? No need to bribe me with pierogi.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “But what if I want to make you fall in love with me all over again?”

You laughed, your chest warming despite the lingering sadness. “Then you’re off to a good start.”

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When the table was finally set, you carefully placed the opłatek wafers in the center. Alexia’s family gathered around, curious but respectful as you explained the tradition in halting Spanish.

“Es para compartir bendiciones, blessings,” you said, fumbling over the words. Alexia stepped in to help translate, her hand brushing yours as she spoke.

One by one, her family broke pieces of the wafer with you, sharing kind words and wishes for the year ahead. When it was Alexia’s turn, she took a piece from your hand, her dark eyes locking onto yours.

“Wszystkiego najlepszego na święta,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion.

Alexia smiled, her accent clumsy but endearing as she repeated the words. “Wszystkiego… najlepszego… na święta.”

You laughed, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Perfect.”

“Did I say it right?” she asked, her expression earnest.

“Close enough,” you teased, wiping your eyes.

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Later that evening, after dinner and a few christmas songs, Alexia pulled you aside.

“I have something for you,” she said, leading you to the couch. She handed you a carefully wrapped box, her face glowing with anticipation.

You opened it slowly, revealing a scrapbook. On the cover was your name, written in both the Polish and Spanish version.

Inside, the pages were filled with photos and mementos Alexia had collected throughout your relationship. There were pictures from your first date, tickets from your trip to Poland, and pressed flowers from the bouquet she’d given you when she proposed. But what caught your breath was the final page—a letter, written in her slightly messy Polish handwriting.

“I know I didn’t get everything right,” she said nervously. “I had help from a translation app and your friends, but…”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face as you read the words. It was a promise to always honor your traditions, to build a life together filled with love and understanding.

“Alexia…” you whispered, your voice breaking.

She smiled softly, wiping a tear from your cheek. “I wanted you to know that even if your family doesn’t see you, I do. And I always will.”

You threw your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you could. “I love you so much,” you whispered.

“Te amo más,” she replied, her voice steady.

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her love and the home you were building together, you realized that while some wounds might take time to heal, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[dixons-sunshine]

I love your Daryl x reader stories

I wanted to ask if you could write sth about Daryl x fempolish reader. Like maybe they meet in Alexandria and she made him some polish food he loved or just some love short story. I don't know it's up to you.

Have a great day

Just Try It | Daryl Dixon x Polish!Fem!Reader

*GIF and moodboard aren't mine.*

Summary: After finding all the ingredients needed to make one of your cultural dishes, you decide to make it when Carol invited you and Daryl over. However, you never suspected a man that ate snakes on the regular would be so skeptical when it came to food.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: The Commonwealth.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 932.

A/n: Thank you so much for helping me with the translations @mawidixon! I hope you like this! (Translations will be at the bottom.)

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“Nah, it looks weird as shit. Ain't gon' eat it.”

You rolled your eyes at him, huffing in frustration. “Kochanie, I've seen you eat a snake before. We've had to eat literal dog meat before. How the hell are you picky about this? It's just Pierogi. I've eaten this many times before the world ended. It won't kill you.”

Daryl peered over your shoulder, looking at the Pierogi that you were busy frying in a pan. His eyes were carefully following your movements, skeptical about the dish you were preparing. Carol had invited you and the kids over for dinner and had asked you to prepare Pierogi, and you had agreed rather ecstatically. It was rare for you to be able to make one of your traditional dishes, so you had jumped at the opportunity to do so.

“Why would ya boil it and then fry it? Seems fuckin' unnecessary if ya ask me,” Daryl replied skeptically, slightly scrunching his nose. “And the mashed potatoes? Why would ya wrap dough 'round it? Ya could jus' eat it as is. No need to go makin' dough outta flour and ruinin' mashed potatoes by wrappin' it 'round it. S'a waste of cheese, too, addin' it in.”

You clicked your tongue and carefully took the pan from the hot fire, and placed it onto a rag on the counter as to not burn the pristine laminate countertop. You turned to Daryl, your eyebrows raised questioningly. “Be honest with me right now, Dixon. Have you ever actually had Pierogi before?”

Daryl immediately shook his head. “Nah,” he told you, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hummed and nodded, turning to the bowl that had the Pierogi that you had made earlier. You grabbed the lukewarm Pierogi and extended it towards your partner, laughing at the face he made at it.

“Twój wyraz twarzy jest przeuroczy,” you mused, laughing harder at the confused face he made. “Before you ask what I said, it's not important. What is important, however, is you trying this. It's delicious and I can't have you thinking that eating squirrel meat is better than this.”

Daryl reluctantly took the dumpling, holding it gingerly between his fingers. “'Least m'familiar with squirrel meat. Know it ain't gon' taste any different each time.”

“Nie możesz zawsze jeść tylko wiewiórek,” you muttered under your breath, before shaking your head and sending Daryl an amused smile. “Daryl, stop being so stubborn. Po prostu spróbuj.”

Daryl grumbled something under his breath before looking at you again. “Nie chcę.”

“As impressed as I am that you understood me and that you managed to reply, saying something in my language won't sway me.”

Daryl shot you a small smirk. “Worth a shot,” he replied, before hesitantly taking a bite of the Pierogi.

You watched in amusement as a whirlwind of emotions played on his face. First skepticism, then surprise, and then he looked impressed. He practically devoured the rest of the dumpling in hungry bites, reaching for another one in the bowl, but you stopped him.

“Nope. I can't allow you to do that, misiu. The rest is for tonight,” you told him with a smile. “I can't disappoint Carol now, can I? She was eager about this the whole day. You only just came around about this. I'd rather give these to someone who's had faith in me from the start.”

“C'mon, tha' ain't fair,” Daryl groaned. “Merle once said tha' these things tasted like crap. Went into vivid detail 'bout how it tasted, too. Can't blame me fer not trustin' it.”

You giggled and shook your head. “You should've had more trust in me. I've been making these things since I was a kid. I'd never intentionally make you eat something bad,” you told him, before placing the lid onto the bowl and handing it to the archer. “Here, why don't you go ahead and take this to Carol? She's expecting us.”

Daryl took the bowl from you. “What about ya, robaczku? RJ and Judith are waitin' fer their auntie.”

You smiled at the nickname he had picked up from you, and motioned towards the dumplings still in the hot pan. “I'm just gonna wrap these up and put them away. I'll be right behind you.”

Daryl nodded and leaned forward to place a quick kiss to your lips. He soon pulled away and started walking away, calling to you over his shoulder. “Jus' so ya know, those are mine. Judith and RJ dun' need to know 'bout those.”

You laughed and called out to him. “So, are Pierogi's better than squirrel meat?”

Daryl paused at the doorway and contemplated on how to respond. He smirked to himself as he looked down at the bowl in his hand. “I'll let the kids decide tha', sunshine. I love ya.”

“I want an answer from you!”

The door shutting was the only response you got in return. You looked down at the pan and shook your head. There was never a dull moment with your beloved huntsman.

“Ja też cię kocham, you asshole,” you mused with a laugh.

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Translations:

Kochanie: Honey.

Twój wyraz twarzy jest przeuroczy: Your facial expression is adorable.

Nie możesz zawsze jeść tylko wiewiórek: You can't always only eat squirrels.

Po prostu spróbuj: Just try it.

Nie chcę: I don't want to.

misiu: teddy bear.

robaczku: love bug.

Ja też cię kocham: I love you too.

[byjove]

Hello random person I follow, I just wanted to share in the squirrel meat trauma. I am from rural PA so it’s northern Appalachia. 1. One time my cousin ate raw squirrel meat as a kid and it was so nasty and she threw up so much she’s been a vegetarian ever since. She was five. Now she’s 34. 2. Cooked squirrel is…not great. I know you know this. I know this too. Intimately. 3. One time in high school a boy that sat by me in homeroom brought me a squirrel pelt for my birthday. He shot it that morning and just brought it to me in a big ziplock bag of salt to get the skin to dry out. He was a pretty normal guy. He’s an even more normal guy now. Sells insurance. Upper middle class. Bland as shit. What kind of hillbilly nonsense was that. 4. Now I live in a big city and am still the kind of nuts food hoarder that has a chest freezer in my apartment so I can have a shit ton of like, venison cabbage rolls and venison pierogi and frozen fresh corn and berries for pies and shit on hand because my hillbilly ass grandmothers drilled into me that you had to stock up for winter or your family might go hungry. I live alone. I’m never going hungry.

Omg. I think my grandpa made my cousin eat a squirrel heart once in line with tradition (or threatened to) but consuming raw mammal meat fills me with dread. High school home room boy was obviously trying to bring you dead animal parts to win your affection like a cat. We were a canning family, meat went in the freezer and fruit and veg got canned. And jerky. SOOO much venison jerky. I miss having a freezer full of venison but my grandpa has dementia and my uncle is in poor health so all of the hunters in my family no longer hunt. Also I’m terrified of chronic wasting disease, I know they say it isn’t transferable to humans but jfc prion diseases scare me.

People on that post are asking what squirrel tastes like and I’m like. The taste is not the major problem, the texture is. It tastes gamey and it’s stringy and dry. I’m sure it’s better in things like gumbos and other assorted stews but my grandmother only prepared it pan fried with white gravy and mash potatoes because my grandpa is a picky eater, and it was NASTYYYYYY. Walking in to find my grandma making biscuits and sausage gravy was like hitting the lottery, waking in to find my grandma making venison and gravy was okay, squirrel and gravy day was a travesty.

[gra93fruit-blog]

Clingy Marine Update! I went to work!

Hey! I wanted to thank everyone who gave me some great advice! I was able to contact the Astartes base, but they won't be able to get out here until the weekend. So we'll see. They also suggested that I download some of the pamphlets that they hand out to newly discovered Space Marines, so I downloaded some onto an old iPad with some documentaries and gave it to him. He actually took off a glove to use it, so I count the tablet as a hit.

@Yurihasurunbara also suggested that I look into HomePro or IKEA, which I think is a great idea, but I'm going to wait until I have a translator here from the base to discuss it with him. The app is great, but I am not sure how effective it is. Periodically I am certain that it is wrong, unless he is actually worried about Orcs while being convinced I am a peasant from the Middle Ages.

On to the update! The Space Marine has a name! It's Domtrect! He has also started to settle a bit. After a quick phone call with the base, he no longer needs to be in the same room as me at all times. He does seem to linger in the rooms I'm in now, but he won't follow me room to room. Domtrect will, however, always lie in the living room if I'm there. He has set up what I think is the world's most complicated blanket fort. It's super comfortable but has taken up the entirety of my living room. He seems to like it when I'm in the blanket fort-nest setup he has going on. Currently, his hobbies include reorganizing my drawers, staring daggers at stray dogs, and trying to pilfer anything soft for the living room.

The translator allowed us to talk a little, which mainly involved him asking where I had been and then firmly instructing, and then asking me not to do it again. I replied that I was gone for the holidays and did not see him in time to warn him. He seemed to accept that, though I think he sulked, as much as he was able to anyway. He still has not taken off his helmet, so I'm not really sure. I asked how he got in the house, and he only replied that my doors were "not a challenge for a Son of Dorn." Whatever that means.

When I let him know that I was heading to work, he fussed, and fussed, and then fussed some more. I could hear that faint whine that he had when I first arrived back, and I made the mistake of pointing out the school I work at, hoping that it would help him calm down, to know im so close. The school I work at is a 3-minute walk from where I live. I think this helped; he started to focus most of his energy on stringing old Christmas lights he found all over my living room.

So yesterday, we had a plan: I would head to work, and he would remain in the house. Domtrect had a tablet, origami, some models to fix up, and his personal projects, so I figured he was good. He seems to get along well with my cats, so I told him he should hold and snuggle one of them if he was anxious. He was holding the friendlier of the two when I left for work.

The school day was fine, until the second break for the students when I was called to the office. It seemed like Domtrect, with Pierogi (my snuggliest cat), was wandering around the outside of the school, stopping periodically to stare ominously into the classrooms. Naturally, the Principal asked me to deal with it.

After getting my boots and parka on, I went outside to find him. It was not very difficult. Domtrect is Space Marine-sized, and his bright blue armor and Pierogi's orange coat really stand out against the snow. He was involved in what looked like an intense staring contest with the grade 5 classroom when I found him. He noticed me almost immediately, swiveling away from his staring contest to make a beeline for me. Pierogi was cradled in one arm while the other was very carefully scratching the top of his head.

Domtrect visibly relaxed when we came over. He leaned over and lightly butted my head before motioning towards the school doors. When I told him he could not go in, he huffed a little and then started walking to the door anyway. As I scrambled with my translator app to explain, he made his way to the door.

Our school is not up to Astartes Code at all. It was built quickly to be a temporary stopgap while they could build a sturdier building and has been in temporary place for the last 20 years. The gym floor shakes when you run on it. As he started for the grated stairs leading up into the building, I knew exactly how well that would go. Thankfully, he stopped when I grabbed his elbow, nearly rocking Pierogi out of his grip. 

When my translator app finally spat out that he could not go in the school because he would go through the floor, he huffed and shortly asked why I would work in such a flimsy place. Was I sure it was safe? I was trying to explain the situation through the translator when my Principal finally interrupted, leaning out of the office door to ask what was up. After I explained the situation, Rick just shrugged and told me to bring him into the shop, which was actually dug into the ground and had a concrete floor.

So that's what we did for the rest of the day. We went into the shop, the shop teachers laughing at me as he waved us off of the shop floor and into his classroom. My class was brought to me. I technically taught my last class, but mainly I fielded questions and used the translator to let them speak to Domtrect. Sent curious students back to class and had the other teachers visit to see what was going on. Not the worst outcome; I'm surprised that everyone is relaxed about it though. I'll be trying to keep him at home; I don't think the shop classroom is a great place for my remedial English class.

Domtrect was very relaxed in the class, mainly ignoring questions that were peppered at him and occasionally answering a few. He seemed content just watching the class and watching Pierogi, who had abandoned Domtrect for one of my students. At the end of the day, he got up and started rifling through my classroom as every teacher in the school came to chat and gossip.

When I finally got home, now with a significantly less chill Pierogi in tow, he excitedly opened the door and pushed me into the living room, which had been somehow transformed into a neat, softly lit room. My blankets hung from the ceiling, giving it a nice warm feeling, and the spare mattress and couch were in one corner, creating a large daybed piled high with even more of my blankets.

Overall, a pretty okay day. Hopefully, when he gets a chance to meet some of his battle-brothers from the base, he will relax a little. I think I'm also going to see if I can find something for him to do during the day that he'll focus on.

We'll see how it goes tomorrow, I guess, but I think I'm going to ask if they can keep the shop classroom clear just in case. Thank you so much for your comments everyone!

[dear-ao3]

me: wow i am so excited to be home this is wonderful this is lovely

my mom, making pierogis and measuring out the potatos the onions the salt the pepper and the cheese: we have to follow the recipe!

me, ripping my hair out: AAAAAAA

[eqt-95]

i am sorry it is monday i am going to be mean 🖤 supercorp

Thanks for the ask! I won't even make a big deal about you and @sssammich poking me for the same heart-wrenching prompt, but I will be using 'artistic licensing' and the skill of 'splitting hairs' to get this one across the line.

for context, this is part of an AU i've written random bits for, so you're about to be thrown right into it.

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“Hey Kara?” Lena asked from the bar cart.

“Yes?”

“What would it be?” she continued, walking to the couch. “If you were human. What's the thing you'd want to experience?”

“Food.”

The answer comes so automatically that it almost draws Lena into a laugh. Instead she leans back into her couch, swirls the lowball of peaty scotch, and closes her eyes, imagining for the hundredth time a face that didn’t exist.

“Anything specific?”

A moment passed. The voice hummed in thought; another diversion from Lena’s code.

“Does a buffet count?”

“Some might call that cheating,” Lena smiled. “Lex would call it a loophole.”

“What do you call it?”

Lena opened her eyes; glanced at the ceiling as though Kara’s voice was coming from the stars. Instead it was just the usual speaker floating overhead.

“I think it fails to grapple with the spirit of the question.”

The room, white and bright and sterile, felt like a still-life painting with the white noise that followed. Lena wondered if she’d scared the AI off when-

“Potstickers.”

“Potstickers?” Lena parroted, unable to contain a laugh. She set her glass down to analyze the AI’s activity on her tablet.

It made some sense: every cuisine had its own form of food-wrapped dish from dumplings to pierogies to empanadas to arancini, and it was only natural for the AI to find a common link and answer based on that, but when Lena scanned the code for evidence the AI was responding to that thread, none existed. 

“What calculation brought you to that?” she asked. She continued to scowl at the cloud of connections that weren’t remotely linked.

“Because they’re pillowy morsels of goodness with a contrasting soft texture and a crunchy bottom side. The plume of steam when bitten into is just perfection,” Kara said, fading into what Lena heard as a sigh. It only made her brow furrow deeper.

She’d ask Sam tomorrow. In the mean time:

“Can we order some?”

“Pardon?”

“Potstickers.”

“I… it’s late. Maybe another time.”

“Of course, Ms. Luthor. My apologies,” Kara replied.

“It’s Lena, Kara.”

“My operating system-”

“Won’t allow it, I know,” Lena huffed. 

“Precisely.” 

Only a second passed before: “It is getting late, and your sleeping patterns have shown symptoms of insomnia. Might I suggest saving the rest of your 25 year Caol Ila for another time?”

The shift from casual to formal was instantaneous. Lena swallowed, reminded of the algorithm; of the hardwiring and artificiality of the entire experiment.

The reminder carried Lena to bed as Kara went through her evening protocol: locks, lights, and temperature adjustments. Silence followed their routine; a contrast to their last few nights. It shouldn’t have bothered Lena as much as it did. When she’d finally settled in and Kara flicked off the sidelight, Lena had fallen into a familiar state of loneliness. She determined it was irrational and rolled on her side.

“Goodnight, Kara,” she called as she always did. She waited, listening for the familiar return that never came. With a pang that felt far too similar to heartache, she closed her eyes. A beat of more silence then-

“Can I change my answer?”

It burst through the apartment and nearly sent Lena catapulting from her bed. “What?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to - oh gosh, and it’s late and I’m not supposed to-”

“No, no, that's ok,” Lena replied hastily. She pretended her heart wasn’t racing and stomach wasn’t in her throat - all things Kara was surely logging. “Just scared me a bit.”

“I can tell, Ms. Luthor.”

“Right.” She couldn’t hide it if she tried, so Lena simply rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling; 

“What would you change it to?”

“Touch.”

“Touch,” Lena parroted again, softer this time, letting the idea sink in. “Anything specific?” she asked, feeling a sense of deja vu hang over her. She half expected Kara’s answer to repeat, but instead-

“Warmth. Something living.”

“Like a dog?” Lena offered, her voice raspy and mouth far too dry.

“While that would definitely rank in the top five, I’d much rather feel the warmth of a human. A companion, as they call it.”

“I see,” Lena breathed out. “You would want to experience a partner; a boyfriend perhaps-”

“Or girlfriend,” Kara replied simply, and Lena gripped tighter at the duvet she wasn’t aware of strangling. “As something that can’t, touch feels like the most intimate of functions. A hug, a handhold, a kiss.”

“A kiss?”

“Yes, Ms. Luthor.”

“I see,” Lena replied, because anything more might have broken her chest open.

“Good night, Ms. Luthor.”

“Good night, Kara.”

Lena knew better than to crave a thing that couldn’t be. She knew better than to feel an attachment for a machine. She knew better than to dwell in the fantasy of a real Kara Z walking the streets of National City, of living a life where potstickers and hugs were her happiest experiences, or of being someone who could ever want intimacy with someone like Lena.

She knew better, yes, but that didn’t stop her from imagining as a lone tear fell in the privacy of darkness.

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[roses-red-and-pink]

Me, too tired to make a real meal, so I cook frozen pierogis or Kraft dinner: “wow look at this meal with no meat. I am following the Word of Wisdom so well :) “

[angrycowboy]

Spent the afternoon making pierogis, and now I am exhausted.

[kay-klawz]

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Tagged by @crispyanonart! Thanks for the tag and for thinking of me!! :3

First bit of Arts and Crafts: I think it was the next cover for my fanfic?? I am always drawing or writing something lol but I was working on that mostly around new years! It was a wip for forever but it's finally done and ready to go next week! We're only a few days into the new year and I've already drawn and written so much 💪 creativity never sleeps lol

First movie watched: I don't think I watched any movies yet... would like to put one on but I've been struggling to focus recently so I've just had music and soundscapes on mostly

First song listened to: I think it was probably this:

On account of the fact it's been on loop for me for the last like week haha (I'm sure you can guess why!!)

First TV show watched: I haven't watched any shows yet either... just youtube 😔

First book read: I don't really read even on a normal day lol though I'd like to pick up the new witcher book soon and attempt it (it's a bit above my reading level in polish lol but we'll see)

First fanfic read: Uhh does my own count? Lol I did a lot of writing and editing this week!

First dinner I had: I think it was pierogi z mięsem... I ate it several days in a row this week 😋

First food I ate: Salted caramel jeżyki cookies 👀

Tagging:

@4th-make-quail @milkywaystarboy @sigmundite @lesbxdyke

@archfay @fuerrziah @gusgusthebrave @superfluouskeys

and idk whoever else would like to do it!!! I sometimes tag people and they get grumpy so sorry in advance if that's you too, I tried to remember people who like to do these kinds of games 🙏 if you see this and you wanna do it but you're not tagged, consider yourself tagged!!! I wanna know what y'all are up to! 🥰 (but also don't feel obligated! Do whatever feels right!!)