#roast people for having plain ass blogs!!!

[bookofmirth]

first off - sorry if you have already covered this topic! i tried searching your blog for it but tumblr’s search function is not the best. on reddit and tiktok, i’ve recently seen people saying that feyre devalues “feminine labor” (housework like cleaning, cooking, sewing/mending, etc) by implying that her sisters do nothing at the cabin while she’s out hunting all day, when it’s likely nesta/elain are doing the “unseen feminine” household labor. and they usually throw in that feyre is an unreliable narrator too, which… sigh.

i’m curious your thoughts on this and if there is any textual evidence supporting this? bc in my opinion, reading between the lines made it clear that feyre and her father do most of the household labor or it just goes neglected, nesta might chop wood but feyre has to beg her to, feyre/her father prepare/cook the hunted animals, and feyre’s boots are falling apart so no one seems to be mending her clothes. i always thought feyre said she couldn’t cook bc all she used to do was roast meat (rather than prepare full meals), not bc nesta and elain were the one’s actually cooking. and feyre strikes me as the person who would literally be grateful if nesta and elain did anything, so the fact that she doesn’t notice this “unseen labor” seems ooc to me

i also just don’t like that this interpretation seems to “villainize” feyre for having internalized misogyny against her sister’s contributions to the household by not placing any value in the “feminine” labor they do…. while unseen labor is def a real problem in real life, it seems like a reach to apply to this situation where a young girl is risking her life everyday to provide for a family that is either cruel or indifferent towards her. we could talk about what labor sjm views as important enough to discuss in her novels but that’s a whole different topic

Ummmm I haven't heard this take before, but it's a big no from me. There is no evidence in the books that Nesta or Elain were picking up any of the slack unless Feyre harassed them into doing so.

Nesta says that Feyre should chop wood because her hands are already so rough - meaning Feyre does it all the time, Nesta's hands aren't calloused from working with them or doing any sort of manual labor. Was Nesta trying to insult Feyre by pointing out the state of her hands, and perhaps exaggerating the situation? Maybe, but that doesn't make it untrue.

Feyre says that they can dry the meat, and then thinks that she will end up doing the bulk of the work. I don't see how any of them would be good at cooking, since they grew up pampered and then once they were in the cabin, didn't have the means to learn, and who would have taught them? Assuming that Feyre didn't know how to cook because someone else was doing it is simply not proof. Otherwise, why were they eating Feyre's plain ass roasted meat in chapter 2?

Re: Elain, Feyre thinks "it simply never occurred to her that she might be capable of getting her hands dirty". Tell me how that means Elain does a bunch of work that we just aren't noticing.

The thing is, Nesta and Elain were created to be stereotypical evil sisters, especially at the beginning of acotar. They weren't meant to have any depth beyond showing how hard Feyre worked for her family. I agree with you that this take seems to come from people who just don't like Feyre, and so they're stretching the truth of what we know happened in order to make up some reason why Feyre (and by extension sjm) is unfeminist. It's a pretty popular fandom thing. Decide you don't like something, then come up with reasons why it's problematic. People aren't content to simply have preferences.

In a related note, I've noticed a thing in the fandom lately where people like to argue about things we have no evidence of. So for example, "Rhys has never spoken French on page, and so you can't argue against my claim that he is fluent in French." That's... obviously ridiculous, right? It's a logical fallacy, it's called an appeal to ignorance.

If I also said, "someone must have been sweeping the house and since you can't prove to me that Nesta didn't do it, then you have to accept my claim that she did" then that's also an appeal from ignorance. There is no evidence that Elain or Nesta did any of the labor in the house to make their lives easier, whether we are talking traditionally masculine or feminine labor, and so it's really a stretch to say that Feyre just didn't give a shit because she thought that kind of labor was useless. Like you said, she would have absolutely been grateful if Elain had mended her own cloak instead of asking for the money for a new one, or if Nesta had learned some cooking skills (or chopped wood without being harassed into it).

By the way, Feyre is the one who rations their food, she keeps track of the money and the budget. She doesn't just hunt to make sure they stay fed, she also keeps track of the household chores, what needs to be done, and who can/should do it. She's the mother of the household, which makes it ironic that people would devalue the work she did to keep the family going, since that's also part of the invisible labor of daily life. That also, to me, means that Feyre would have absolutely noticed work getting done without her having to harangue someone into doing it.

[mcytblrprison]

@trulybedrock for being the official blog of an smp chock filled with MCYTbers and having the plainest blog I've seen! (but I love it anyway.)

@trulybedrock is in jail!

[singsilver]

Still not an inuyasha blog, but we all need some laughs. Here's a list of popular Sesshoumaru pairings and why I think they're great.

Context: Sesshoumaru has always been my fav character. However, I ended up becoming a multishipper because I AM SO DESPERATE FOR A SHRED OF EMOTION out of that fucking plank, that literally any other character having any sort of romance or interaction with him was a slippery slope. These are in no particular order cause they are all, for the most part, great.

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Sesskag: my O.G O.T.P! I always saw Sesshoumaru as a more mature Inuyasha (I say that lightly cause they're both dense), and I always felt kagome was too good for inuyasha 😆 (I mean she still is, but I'm good with inukag cause now we have moroha). This pair is a good balance of demon vs priestess. I mostly blame @youkaiyume for her beautiful art and storytelling. She had me hook, line and sinker. Will ship this until I die.

SessMir: also a good balance, similar to sesskag. These men could learn alot from each other, and it could have been oh so tender. Also its hot and has dope fan art 🤷‍♀️

SessSan: This pairing is dope because of the juxtapositions of demon vs slayer. Extra saucy, physically strong characters, and has great fan art.

SessNar: I actually dont like this pairing, but I'd be lying if I said I couldnt see why it's a thing. I just dont like naraku, honestly. Theyd probably go to sephora alot together, though.

SessKagu: the waaaaayyy better version of SessNar. Also kagura was so underrated. Rumiko did her dirty. This pairing could have been so beautifully toxic together, but it would be dope if it wasn't, too (they found d healing together or something). Not enough fan art of this, but some really good gems out there. I would have loved to see this become canon, and will ship it till I die.

SessRin: Oh the controversy. Personally? I never saw romance between them in the show or Manga (mostly because there never was anything beyond platonic interactions- in fact, I always assumed sess saw rin as more of a pet in an ironic twist of species?), but I did figure they'd end up together simply because of Rins influence over Sesshoumaru's character arch...which is all I ever wanted, really. Something. Just a little emotion that wasn't anger. I don't love the age difference (mostly because it's a low hanging fruit for people who dont like the ship), but despite some peoples claims, there really is no tangible toxicity in this relationship that we as fan actually witness. In fact, we only ever really see a mutual love, respect and dependability for one another, which is just plain lovely, and again, everything I wanted out of sesshoumaru's character. Also, rin being sassy and roasting Jaken often brings me great joy. Has great fanart. Will ship this until I die (now, more than ever, out of spite lol).

SessJak: I dont blame anyone for this. All the evidence is there, low key. "Beautiful Master" 😏

Sesskik: a very aesthetically pleasing pair, although emotionally speaking, it's like stacking bricks. Has great fan art.

SessInu: I mean...I've never actually been a fan, but they were always on each others ass, so...🤷‍♀️

SessKae: Pure Hilarity and underrated. Best age based pairing of all. No one appreciates kaede enough, and honestly? I'm not sure she can even die. Perfect for an immortal demon lord 😂

SessKog: This one is just hot 🤷‍♀️. Not as good as SessMir, better than SessNar. They'd probably kill each other because communication skills are lacking on both ends here. They're both dumb though, so who knows. Not enough fanart, but a handful of gems.

Sess x no one: now, the whole point of this post is self-serving ships, but sesshoumaru with no one is also very believable! I could totally see him has never learning how to be in a relationship, or never NEEDING to be in one. I dont believe being in a relationship was the only way we could've gotten emotion from him, but that would require better writing, so it was never gonna happen that way, unfortunately.

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I hope over the next few weeks, despite all the commotion, the fans can at least just enjoy the show for what it's meant to be: a shitty anime sequal that is our only renewed outlet for nostalgia. If not, stop watching it and find inner peace 💖 life is hard enough these days.

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 8

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy, Talk of car crashes, heroics, rough sex, use of safe words, Anal play,

I do not operate a tag list, but please follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, as you will then be notified whenever i post something new.

I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Chapter 8

 On the tube an old woman had offered you a tissue and had whispered quietly;

 “He’s not worth crying over my dear”

 You swallowed and smiled weakly at her;

 “Unfortunately he was… he was just an idiot too”

 “They all are my dear, they all are”

 She got off at the next stop, giving you a pat on the arm before leaving the carriage, leaving you ride the rest of the way to Fulham Broadway on your own.

 You were on autopilot when you arrived, walking through the small shopping mall that had grown around the tube station, grabbing a pair of overpriced knock-off designer sunglasses from the concession stand to hide your puffy and red eyes, swollen from crying. As you stood in the crowd at the lights to cross the road, a stream of Ambulances and Police cars screamed past, lights and sirens blasting, but it was London, every day there was a crisis or accident and you were used to them. 

 The walk to your flat was quick, just a few roads from the tube, and you were thankful you’d brought your small clutch bag from the hotel room that had your phone, wallet, and keys in. Once inside you pulled off your clothing, everything Henry had bought for you, tossing it into a heap on the floor before you climbed into bed and curled into a ball, sobbing into the pillow.

 -

 You woke to the sound of a metal on plastic crunch from the street outside, familiar with the sound and you knew it was vehicle vs wheelie bin, an all too familiar occurrence when collection day was on a Friday and people went out that night, so the street would still be littered with bins the following day. Staring up at the ceiling you heard the doorbell ring, glaring at the ceiling but refusing to move. You didn’t care if your bin that had ended up a casualty of a car not looking where it was going, so when the bell finally timed out you closed your eyes… only to be rudely disturbed by a loud knocking on the door a minute later, a muffled voice from the other side;

 “Princess… it’s me; Henry… please, just tell me you’re ok… I’ve got to know you’re ok…”

 You could feel your emotions rising within you; a heat, an anger, and as the knocking continued you grabbed the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door and was still tying it as you pulled the door open, but surprised to see state of Henry, his clothes a mess and his face blotchy;

 “What the hell happe…”

 Your words were cut short as he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight;

 “You’re alright… my god, you’re ok…”

 “Henry, what is going on?”

 He let you go and started pacing;

 “I was an ass, I didn’t follow you, I was stupid… I tried calling you but you never picked up…”

 “I had it on silent… I didn’t want anyone to disturb our date”

 “And then the accident, I’d gone back to the hotel, I knew it was the closest tube to where we were...”

 “Accident?”

 “There was an accident, on the road outside the London Bridge Tube, a bus and council truck collided and ran into the queue… I stayed and helped the emergency services; I was trying to find you… but you weren’t there…”

 Your hand was over your mouth, tears pooling on your lashes as you looked at him, and realised he cared so much for you that he had literally pulled people out of the wreckage of an major accident because he thought he had lost you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you cradled the back of his head as he slumped to the floor, sobbing into your shoulder and the softness of your dressing gown. 

 Finally he pulled his head back, a weak smile on his face as he looked into your eyes, and you saw a different Henry, one that was fragile, one that needed you as much as you needed him.

 “C’mon, let me put the kettle on”

 -

 Sipping on sweet tea as you both sat at the kitchen table, dunking Digestive biscuits in the deep brown steaming mugs, you looked him up and down;

 “You are a mess”

 He glanced down and realised his shirt and jeans were covered in dirt, grime, and in some places blood;

 “You’re right” he paused before looking back to you; “Look, I’ve got a suggestion… pack a bag. Comfy clothing, overnight things. We’ll head back to the hotel and collect our things, then head back to my place. I’ll cook dinner and we can talk… ask all those things we’ve both wanted to ask since we met, yeah?”

 He looked at you like a hopeful puppy, his deep blue eyes watery where he feared you would say no, but as you nodded he let out the breath he had been holding, and a genuine smile spread over his face.

 -

 Henry opened the door to his place and stepped aside, letting you enter and look around as he shut the door, resting all the bags from the hotel room on the shiny white tiles that covered the floor. 

 “This is your place?”

 “It’s home for the next few months” he shut the door and wrapped his arm around you; “I gave up on having a permanent place about five years ago. I would always come back to a dust filled nightmare and a fridge that was a biohazard. I keep a PO box for any mail and a storage unit for my things that I don’t need when I’m away”

 You looked at him;

 “It sounds very… lonely…”

 He paused, considering your words;

 “I’ve never thought about it that way… but, you’re right” he wrapped his arms around you, his gaze intense; “I’m sorry I over-reacted earlier… about your flatmate. I was just… I don’t know, so focused I guess on this amazing thing we have now, and what we were talking about last night… how those I fall for push me away when I have to leave… I could only think ‘this guy will be around when I’m not’...”

 You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, realising in that moment that for all the bravado and confidence, beneath that Henry was just like you, like anyone else, and feared losing those he cared for;

 “I would wait… I will wait…”

 You pressed a kiss to his lips, and the pair of you just held each other for the longest time, before he pulled away;

 “What kind of host am I? I haven’t even offered you a cup of tea!”

 Laughing you followed him into the kitchen, looking around at the sparse worktops, all the cupboards pristine white. Even the appliances were just plain brushed aluminium. As the kettle bubbled away you pushed yourself up onto the central island, sitting on the marble countertop as you watched Henry move around the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the carton of milk, sniffing it and cringing;

 “Okay, tea may be off the menu… the milk’s off”

 Pausing he opened the cupboard, shoulders slumping when he saw the empty tea caddy;

 “No tea either…”

 Leaning back you pulled your phone from your pocket and opened google maps;

 “This is Warwick Square, right?”

 “Yes”

 You pinched the screen and zoomed out, jumping off the counter;

 “C’mon, there’s a Tesco Express just around the corner”

 -

 Walking hand in hand around Pimlico with Henry, it dawned on you that you had never visited this part of London, the sights and sounds much like most of the city, but where each little borough had its own character. Once you reached the supermarket he grabbed a basket and picked up the few things he needed, before his hand hovered over the selection of biscuits;

 “Ok, make or break time to find out if we are truly compatible” his voice had an element of mischief in it as he spoke; “Milk or Dark Chocolate Digestives?”

 You looked at the selection before you set your hand down on the bright blue packet;

 “Trick question, we both know the true answer is Milk Chocolate Hobnobs”

 He laughed as you dropped the packet into the basket, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest;

 “I knew there was a reason I loved you” he turned to the row of refrigerators on the other side of the isle, unaware of what he’d said, and how your eyes were a little wider as you took in his admission; “Shall I make some burnt offerings for you tonight? I have somewhat limited culinary skills, but I can rustle up something with meat or fish…”

 Nodding you were still a little stunned, finally finding your voice;

 “Yeah, I’ll eat anything”

 He cocked an eyebrow and you playfully batted at his arm;

 “Oh shut up” you laughed

-

 Dinner had been nice. An easy dish of roasted pork, Henry had thrown in some potatoes and had let them roast with alongside, and a simple salad. The one thing he did have readily stocked in his place was alcohol, and between the two of you an entire bottle of vintage Pinot Noir had been sunk over the course of dinner, and as you watched him stack the dishwasher you spread out on the massive white sofa that dominated the open plan space. You couldn’t help yourself but you popped the button of your jeans, letting out a sigh of relief. 

 Checking your phone you reopened your roommates’ email and read it again, before hitting reply. You knew deep down you wouldn’t be able to get a mortgage, but asked that you be kept in the loop and would start looking for another place come Monday. Having hit send you saw another email, this time from your Manager, requesting that you attend a review on Monday morning;

 “Huh, so much for giving me a week off” you muttered to yourself, before looking up and seeing Henry approaching you, two full glasses of red wind in hand.

 “Everything ok?”

 Taking the glass you smiled;

 “Yeah, work want me to go in for a review on Monday morning”

 “Did they say what it was about?”

 “No, but I’m guessing ‘playing heroics and injuring yourself on the job isn’t in your job description, please don’t sue us’ is probably on the agenda”

 Settling next to you he rested a hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze;

 “I’m sure you’re right” he sipped at the wine before setting it on the small table at the side; “Hey I meant to ask, does your roommate have an Instagram account or Facebook page?”

 “Yeah, I’ll pull it up. Its where he’s trying to do more serious photography”

 He nodded and tapped at his phone for a few seconds before setting it aside, raising his glass again and clinking it against yours;

 “Cheers”

 -

 By the time the last dregs of the 2nd bottle of wine were drained from your glasses you were drunk as skunks and just an amorous. You were draped over Henry’s lap, his hand was attempting to sneak under your t-shirt as you curled one hand in his hair, wrapping a deep brown strand around your finger as you kissed him lazily. When his hand finally found your breast you moaned at his touch, his lips brushing against your neck;

 “I think we should take this to the bedroom”

 You giggled;

 “With the amount of wine we’ve had? Can you still get it up?”

 He pushed his crotch up against you;

 “Princess I’m already ‘up’, now I need to be in, and I don’t care which hole, I just want to feel you around my dick as we have some nasty drunk sex”

 You attempted to slide off his lap and land on your feet, but what really happened was you tumbled into a heap on the soft white rug, one leg still on the sofa as the other hit the coffee table and your ass in the air;

 “Help!” you cried out, giggling as Henry stood and swayed, before wrapping his arm around your waist and carrying you under his arm to the bedroom like a misbehaving poodle in Harrods.

 He dropped you onto the bed and in the light from the lounge you watched as he yanked his t-shirt over his head, and started to unfasten his jeans, letting out a sigh of relief when the massive bulge in his boxers was allowed more room to grow. With a growl be bent over you and pulled your jeans down your legs, your panties following suit, before flipping you over so you were on your front. He went to reach for your ass but had forgotten his jeans were still around his thighs, and he proceeded to trip-tumble onto the bed beside you. You couldn’t help but to giggle into the soft duvet, and it earned you a single spank on your ass that make you squeal.

 Rolling onto your back you looked at Henry as he huffed and puffed to take his jeans and boxers off, and you spread your legs as your hands strayed to your pussy;

 “Are you doing to fuck me, or shall I just get myself started?” you said with more sass than needed, but it earned you a low groan and you could have sworn you heard seams ripping as he finally rid himself of his clothes.

 “Cheeky wench!” Henry pounced on you, pulling your top over your head before fumbling with your bra, finally getting you out of it as he flung it across the room and you heard it hit something in the darkness; “I’ll show you, gonna fuck you so good you’ll have to sit on a cushion when you go into work on Monday”

 He flipped you over and pulled your ass up, and you instinctively arched your back and bared yourself to him, prone and ready, begging for attention. You felt his hands smooth over your ass before dipping between your legs;

 “Already so wet for me, you need me to fuck this cunt Princess? Fill you up with my cum? Or should I cum over your beautiful tits, so you can watch me as I spray my load on you, huh?”

 He slid two fingers into your soaked hole, stretching you as his thumb found your clit and he rubbed harshly at it, the wine making him lose his finesse but up his pressure. When he pulled his fingers out you let out a needy whine, only to feel him press his dick against you, rutting into your crease and smearing your juices over himself. 

 The friction was delicious, and you found yourself pressing back and eager for more, earning a low chuckle to rumble up from Henry’s chest;

 “You like that Princess? Like me rubbing my dick against your asshole?”

 “Oh fuck… fuck… more…”

 You felt him spit on your ass as he lowered his dick and slowly but firmly filled your pussy. As you were getting used to be filled so deep you felt his thumb press against your asshole;

 “NERD!”

 Suddenly Henry stopped;

 “Princess?”

 You turned, looking over your shoulder;

 “Look Hen, I may be up for some anal play, but lube… you gotta use lube…”

 You saw him look back and forth between your ass and his bedside drawers, as if trying to work out whether to forget the ass play and just fuck your pussy, or to give up your pussy for just a few seconds and get the lube. In the end the lube won, and he quickly slid out of you, leaning across the bed and yanking the drawer open, before pulling out a small bottle of Durex Lube. You saw it and grinned;

 “Ooh nice one. Make sure there’s enough for a tit-wank in the morning”

 Henry paused and looked at you, and you could almost see his brain short circuiting at what you’d said as it fought through the wine haze;

 “Fuck, if I didn’t want to fuck you doggy style quite so much I’d say let’s do that now…”

 He settled behind you and rammed his dick straight back into you, making you squeal as he filled you. You heard the quiet squeeze of the pump on the bottle before the cool gel fell on the crease of your ass and his fingers started to massage against your back door. He ran his finger around and around your brown rose, and you could feel yourself relaxing and trying to push back to get him to go further, making you whine;

 “Please Hen… do something…”

 He ran his thumb over your asshole and rested it on it before finally pushing in, holding the digit inside just up to the first knuckle, and that’s when he started to move in your pussy.

 “So. Fucking. Good. My dirty little Princess…”

 You whined for more, for him to go harder, deeper, and he did so with glee;

 “You want more? Fuck yes, take my dick, can feel your insides parting for me, you like my thumb in your ass? Like being double stuffed?”

 “Fuck…” your head was swimming, your chest resting against the bed as you snuck your hand between your legs and started to strum at your clit, urging your orgasm on as Henry turned into a feral beast behind you, fucking you raw and dirty, you pushing back for each thrust to feel him deeper and split you wider.

 Your orgasm happened without warning, screaming out his name as you came so hard he was sure if he hadn’t pulled his thumb out your muscles would have broken the bones in it. Your knees gave way and you slumped down onto the bed, Henry still deep inside you, fucking you as you lay spent on the bed;

 “So close… almost there…

 “Cum on my ass Hen…” you muttered as he railed into you, and you heard a groan as he pulled out of you, seconds later the splash of his hot seed landing on your naked ass, back and thighs.

 For a moment everything went quiet before you felt him wiping his cum from you, and he moved you in the bed until you were curled up in his arms, the little spoon to his big;

 “You’re fucking amazing Princess, I fucking love you so much” he slurred, before the two of you feel asleep in drunken stupors.

Chapter 9 >>>

[drum-cu-naluci]

I'm still not used to the new themes. I kinda want to ask you all of them.

Me neither, it's like my blog grew up and became mature over night and I wasn't ready for this

Anyway,

1. favourite place in your country?

I didn't visit much so I don't have a fancy tourist destination. I like any village that wasn't touched by the mania of villas. Ciolănești is a good example. Not perfect, but good.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

Here. Unless someone sponsors me for a trip to Italy but I want to see more of here.

3. does your country have access to sea?

The Black Sea, yes.

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

N0, I've tried, I rly did, but I just can't like our food. I can't eat it without feeling bad after anyway😭

5. favourite song in your native language?

MANY but try this

6. most hated song in your native language?

By me? Thank you very much for asking. I lost count on them. We really don't know how to make music. I can't pick one God damn song I hate because they're so many who sound the same, have the same motif and I can hardly tell the singers as they all look almost the fucking same.

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

Fă, cerdac, cișmea. I didn't even know I had a special affinity for these lol. They don't mean big thing but I like how they sound. The last to I mean the first is just Romanian Yo.

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

Not really. Some took me for gypsy if that counts 😂😂

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?

Ukraine lmao

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

FUTU-ȚI [blank] like Fuck your [something]

11. favourite native writer/poet?

I don't know I didn't read much of our literature it just didn't get to me. I mean, do song lyrics count as poetry because then Byron.

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

I could do it better if I knew more words.

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

It's red cross in the calendar? Don't clean don't bath don't sew don't do any work like this. It's Christmas? You mean Orthodox Midsommar for Ghiță. Mushrooms grew in straight line? Ielele danced there. [you weren't invited you're not cool enough]

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

Hell yes, we're getting better especially at comedies

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

WE'RE NOT ALL THIEVES

We're a bit communist that's true.

17. are you interested in your country’s history?

Absolutely. I just can't remember shit.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

Like accent? No😂 not this region, any other would have a loud accent in English as they have in Romanian

If that's what this one means.

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem?

We need something on that plain ass flag. Make Romania fancy again. The national anthem is ok. We can do better.

20. which sport is The Sport in your country?

Football. Like the actual foot ball where the foot only interacts with the ball

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

Iliescu and Arafat

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

It's fucking awesome the more you learn about it but the mentality is still I don't want to talk about it, it gets me irrationally angry lol

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?

Țuică în sus, țuică în jos, pălincă în stânga, bere în dreapta.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

No one escapes us. You're all mocked here. Roasted like a chicken forgotten in the oven.

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

Well, I mean, I don't make the rules. I take what I get.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

THAT ACCENT IS RUSSIAN AND MOLDAVIAN STOP MAKE ROMANIANS SPEAK WITH THAT ACCENT or any other. Also there's not enough credit for our magic and other rituals that could really make a good show.

27. favourite national celebrity?

I've never thought I'd have one lol I need to think this through. Cabral is fun. I can't go through these and not mention Marius Manole, the hell.

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

Oho, yes. I love the mountains I can see from Bucharest. I feel like some Gatsby looking over the lake at something so close yet too hard to reach. *dark academia moment*

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

No we're all united against the Hungarians I think

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?

By alliance I know of a Polish and a Hungarian.

That went well. Thank you 😂😂

[snoppdoog]

"Yeah capitalism is bad but (completely overlooks the reasons capitalism is bad, spreads the capitalist myth that people must labour for hours on end for basic necessities such as food and shelter, basically suggests poor people are undeserving of "handouts")" like are you serious

sweetie, you are literally so out of line it's fucking unbelievable. i could drag you so hard right now but i know you'll just end up crying. i've roasted you before and you know it. chances are you’ll just say i bullied you because you’re gay and have different skin. talk shit get hit, you don’t wanna mess with me kiddo: i’ve got a black belt.

Seriously tho sweetie if you look back through my tumblr you’ll probably see dozens of anti-capitalist reblogs, I’m staunchly anti-capitalist. I still mean what I said on that original post, the one about not wanting to have to go to work to sustain one’s livelihood, which is what I’m guessing is the comment you’re repling to, anon. Just because I’m about the proletariat siezing the means of production doesn’t mean I then advocate putting down those tools and sitting around on our asses expecting someone else will pick up the slack. Marxist critique of capitalism is about the worker being alienated from the fruits of his labour, with the resulting generated surplus value going to the bourgeoisie business owner who reaps the most benefits. But if everyone was like op who doesn’t want to lift a goddamn finger and blames it on capitalism then there is no resultant products or services to speak of.

What could we do? We revolusionise our socioeconomic model to give the power back to the majority proletariat middle class worker. If we stick with capitalism for now, then it’s about actually enforcing corperate taxes. A progressive income tax that exponentially goes up the more you earn, to the point where we essentially tax billionares out of existence. Using those taxes to rebuild national infrastructure, provide high quality essential services and provide an adequate safety net for everyone which effectively ends homelessness, poverty and economic destotution. Worker owned corporatives, no more CEO’s. And so on and so forth.

Or we get rid of capitalism all together and instill a new model. Sounds great in practise, harder to pull of logistically. Doesn’t mean it can’t be done. I’m just not a smart enough person to come up with one right now.

The problem is that, until we get to some idealistic future scenario where all necessary, life-sustaining products and services are completely automated such as food production, housing and healthcare, humans have to in part provide those things for themselves and others in their communities. Everyone has to pull their weight. If someone is unwell or unable, the sum of the community’s efforts help sustain that person/s. I am fully aware that poverty largely affects the people of colour, the disabled, the mentall ill etc: the minority classes. I know poverty is largely generational and we are no way close to addressing this. We have to. But I also know people who, perhaps similar to op’s sentiments, feel like the world owes them everything and that they owe the world squat. Someone who wants everything and gives nothing. I’ve had people who’ve told me personally they’re conned their way into social security payments so they can buy designer threads, feigned mental illness to get ADHD medication (ie legalised meth) and all this while simultaneously bragging they’re gonna milk the system whilst complaining about that exact capitalist system and feeling like this was all owed to them. Now, these sorts of narcissists who take advantage of others will always exist. In fact, it probably makes up a large majority of CEO’s. But it is not strictly the fault of capitalism. I just feel that these days, the large majority of people in the West feel like they are entitled to luxury, whilst being blissfully ignorant or just plain not caring that much of our way of life results from the explotation of POC, migrants, developing nations and ultimately mother nature. Capitalism is the current guise in which we shroud our desire for luxury and excuse exploitation.

Existentially, I think humans have an innate desire to produce to feel a sense of purpose anyway. Very likely not by sitting on a factory production line, but being useful in our own unique way. An idealistic socioeconomic model provides our basic needs and inspires the best in us, for our own personal satisfaction as well as an altruistic desire to better our communities in whatever individual way we can. Running a successful bakery that makes the best croissants in town, stemming from fond memories of your dad buying you one one on the way to school. An architect creating beautiful houses because she’s passionate about good design and loves making people feel at home. A musician who can channel his pain and desires into his craft and others willing and comfortably able to fund his art because they feel the same way. A society that elevates the best aspects of each other, where nobody has the fear of losing their house because their job has been shipped to a developing country where their former employer can exploit the labour market there, or people dying because they can’t afford their medical bills. All this still necessitates people who have useful labour to provide. People who sit at home watching netflix and tumblr blogging all day whilst complaining about the system have very little to offer.

So tldr: no I don’t think the poor and the disadvataged are underserving of help. I am a huge advocate of economic equity. I abhore capitalism in its present form, and think we need a new socioeconomic system. Modern technology and industry is currently at a place where people don’t have to labour unnecessarily just to survive. But to think we can all do nothing and still have our needs provided, or feel fulfilment, is an idiotic assertion.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

if there’s one thing i’ve learnt over the years with having crushes on the wrong types of boys/men, it’s that if you can only ever be snarky/sassy/bitchy and sarcastic with your crush when you’re around other people and only be nice to each other while you’re alone together, it’s probably not a good foundation to have a relationship on. bc why can’t you be nice to each other around others as well??? like yes it’s funny for a while, don’t get me wrong; but it gets old and tired quickly.

because surely all of those comments wear you down in the end. and i’m pretty sure that’s one big reason why i lost interest in my crush from the end of high school bc that’s how we always operated together... and i was even like that with most of his friends too, bc i didn’t really get along with them very well either.

i just got sick of trying to one-up this guy with the like “you’re the bane of my existence” bit that my stupid teenage ass always gave him. and the stupid “ugh. do you just exist to pain me? honestly!” act his equally dumb teeange ass gave back to me. like why do we gotta do this act all the time, dude??? when we’re friends.... well..... kinda???? it doesn’t make any sense. like you’ve got to be nice to each other more often than the one off comments of “oh you look nice” or “you’re hella funny!!!! 😂😅” or whatever else around other people. and stop trying to one up each other on snarky comments for the sake of a laugh from everyone around you.

like i’m not saying not to be sarcastic etc with your crush, bc sometimes it is needed.... and especially if both of you share that type of humour.. but like don’t do it all the time around others... bc you could program yourselves into being constantly rude to each other (and even their friends). because, too, the remarks could easily become more degrading and wounding as time goes on. thus making other people, as well as yourselves, wonder whether you really like each other or not.

like you’ve got to have a healthy amount of sarcasm/snarkiness etc in a relationship or whatever obvs, but not a constant stream of it.... bc like.... can you ever be nice to each other when others are around??? and if the answer is a resounding NO, then it’s probably best to give that crush/relationship a miss.

(P.S.: yes this applies to “roasting” your crush/partner. but on a healthy level y’all. not a constant stream).

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and as a general non-relationship side note: being an (edgy) sarcastic asshole to everyone in general, all the time, ain’t fucking cool either, y’all. like i know this goddamned hellsite promotes it all the fucking time with all the big blogs still giving witty/sarcastic etc responses to nosy anons or the other way round.... and the media promotes it a lot these days as well. finally, memes do to.

but if you want healthy relationships/friendships y’all gotta curb your goddamn tongue every so fucking often, and be fucking nice for once in your goddamned life. like if people leave you bc of this, it’s time to fucking change your behaviour y’all.

bc you’re not “telling it like it is”, or whatever other bullshit excuse you want to give like “but tumblr/internet humour though!! lmao 😅. grow a fucking spine 🙄”. because you’re really just an asshole, plain and simple. and you need to own up to that shit and fix that bs “personality trait” that you seem to wear with a weird pride, fucking pronto. noah fence.

[asuitcaseofmemories]

American Reject

In three days I’ll be back in the USA for a 3 week trip. I have mixed feelings about it because I reallyyy love it here in China. So thought I’d blog about all the things I miss about “home” to pump me up. 

Breathing air that isn’t slowly killing me. Seriously go outside and take a deep ass breath. Appreciate that shit, because there are many people in the world that will never know how that feels.

Wegmans. They’re the #1 supermarket in the world and that is in NO way debatable do you understand me? You can find me in aisle 4 crying on the floor when I’m home. Obviously because I can read the labels, and I know where everything is... but also because I’ll be eating a large roast beef sub. You’d cry over this too you judgemental piece of shit.

Dunkin Donuts... You don’t realize how addicted you’re to something until it’s gone. Starbucks is here but, it’s not the same. When those tires hit the tarmac at Elmira Airport... I’m getting some, stat. 

Plain bagel with cream cheese from Heavenly Cup. NO BAGEL IS BETTER. Argue and I’ll cut you.

Ordering my “hangover special” from Wendy’s. No, I won’t tell you what it is because no other human would order so much food. Okay this turned into a food blog quicker than I expected.

Walking up to a bar and being able to communicate what kind of mixed drink I want. I’ve been living on shitty watered down beer here. SOS.

Pedestrians having the right away. Even with a red light you’re not safe and essentially every day is like Frogger. But yay for increased reflexes.

Turning signals. These little life saving instruments appear to be hidden in all of China. I think they replaced them with horns. Beep beep mother fucker, just because I’m in the right turning lane doesn’t mean I’m not crossing six lanes of traffic to turn left. Obviously.

Dryer sheets. This invention isn’t available here. I. am. not. kidding. Everyone here dries their clothing by hanging it out their windows. I have assimilated and am using the air drying method. Although, Hefei’s air shrinks clothes. It’s totally true and has nothing to do with me eating everything.

My cat Savannah. She is pretty much a goddess and if you had a goddess in your family you’d miss her too.

My family, which has grown by a whole person since I have left and that’s a heck of a lot. Must cuddle babies.

Safe drinking water. I can’t wait to chug it all. Also nothing beats being able to open your mouth in the shower and not worry about the consequences of shitting your pants.

Going to Jellybeans for breakfast and seeing everyone else you know equally hungover.

Fringe Hairdressers, because honestly ya’ll your girl is looking a hot mess right now. I can hardly order coffee without people being like bitch what?! Expecting me to explain how I need these hairs done to someone who has NEVER SEEN BLONDE HAIR? The fuck.

Recycling. You have to drink bottled water here, something I never do at home. It’s making me feel like a real pile of garbage. Literally.

Sugar. The US puts sugar in everything... not so much here. Nothing tastes the same, especially desserts.

Being able to buy a book in English.

Strangers not being interested in my existence. 3 weeks of people not taking pics and videos of me paparazzi style. Can I get a hell yes.

Market Street in general. That place is glorious. Give me: a Cannoli and Cheese Board from Cugini’s, Calamari and a pint of craft beer from Gaffer, Garlic Knots from Ricos, Rice Cakes and a glass of red from Hand and Foot, Pink Lady sushi from Wild Ginger, Fund for Women and Chicken and Waffles from The Cellar, Espresso Martini with Firecracker Shrimp (and girl talk with Ivy) from Tony Rs, Cake Pop and Bubble Tea, Espresso Mocha Madness from Soul Full Cup, Mooney’s Mac and Cheese, a specialty pizza from Atlas, an Eggplant Parm Sub from Aniellos, and last but not least... good tunes, Vinny, and a Moscow Mule from Volo. We are a food mecca, truly.

“The Lake.” Don’t ask me which one. You know they’re all “the lake,” stop asking me dumb questions (But really... the one with the wine, and Three Goats and Grist Iron Breweries, idiot).

My backyard and all the animals that come visit me (obviously real life Cinderella).

Clothes that fit a body that was certainly not made in China.

Being able to use FB, Twitter, Insta, Google, Snapchat, Gmail, etc without the Great Firewall of China interfering.

Okay this blog made me feel like a real life American fatty. Adios.