#snags on the barbie mate

[morelikeravenbore]

*POP!*

Erm… yeah, so, Snowflake has to admit—couldn’t quite help you with that yapper yesterday. House-elf magic is complicated, you know... Especially when it comes to emojis...

*snaps fingers, altering the enchantment, now those earphones play Blink-182 songs*

✨🎶"I fell in love with the girl at the rock show. / She said, 'What?' and I told her that I didn't know..."🎶✨

Alright! Snowflake overheard some S.P.E.W. activists talking about holidays for elves after Christmas (which sounds terrifying, honestly, because Snowflake… has no idea how to do holiday-ing?) So, Snowflake’s been asking around and was wondering—how about Miss Aura? Do you have any special Christmas holiday traditions? 👀 Maybe you cook something festive? Or visit certain people or places?

✨🎶"Have a holly jolly Christmas / It's the best time of the year..."🎶✨

Oh, why did it… does Miss Aura like Christmas songs?

*POP!'s away to get some urgent stuff done and let you think, so Christmas songs will stay for a while anyway*

I crack my eyes open to the sound of Tom Delonge singing Christmas carols. That's... weird. But at least the yapping has stopped — for now. 

Yawning, I roll over and let out an eep! of surprise. 

Aurélie Collins stands before me like a vision, a Goddess in haute couture, as beautiful as Aphrodite and twice as terrifying.

Sebastian is there too. I guess. 

"You look terrible," Aurélie tells me. 

Yes, thank you Aurélie, I am aware that I look like a wilderbeast in the mornings. Anyway, Christmas traditions. Do you have any? 

She looks at me like I've just uttered some disgusting swear word and I brace myself. 

Beside her, Sebastian shivers with excitement. 

Sebastian likes being scolded in French. 

Sebastian needs mental help. 

"I no longer have any," Aurélie sniffs, "since you decided to make me an orphan."

I shrink in my bed, but Sebastian leaps to my rescue. 

"That's alright," he says with an optimistic swing of his arm. "We can make new traditions! I have some suggestions, of course." 

With a flourish, he pulls out the enchanted scroll from the drawer I stuffed it in and clears his throat. 

"Step one," he declares. "Murder Solomon."

[fanaticsnail]

Australian Luffy

Just chatting with @sordidmusings and preparing her for her trip down-under has my brain rotting with what ifs, specifically:

What if Luffy was Australian?

And so, here he is. Monkey D "Loz" Luffy.

TW: bad Photoshop.

He abbreviates everything.

A Bogan with a heart of gold.

Everyone gets a nickname, all said with a nasally crackle in his accent.

When he walks into a venue, it automatically pops off with some proper Hilltop Hoods bangers:

Monkey D Loz is a right mate. Ready to help a guy out at the drop of his corkstring-hat (keeps the mozzies away).

Peak cuisine for Loz is a Bunnings Snag on a barbie, topped with tomato sauce - better yet if he adds yeastie Vegemite spread, burnt onions and mustard.

He's a Cottie's Cordial kid. Red is his favourite. What does it taste like? It tastes like 'Red.'

"Au Naur" - More HC and dialogue below the cut:

Inkeeper: "I'm sorry, all the rooms have been taken. I only have a small self-contained ensuite outside."

Loz: "What? Like a granny flat?"

Zeff: "You're goin' to settle your debt one way or another, chore boy."

Loz: "C'mon, Big Zeff. Sanga's a mate. He'll give us mates rates."

Small child: "Thank you so much for saving us, Monkey D Luffy."

Loz: "Hey, no dramas."

Nami: "Luffy, grab the helm. We've got to turn the ship around!"

Loz: "What Nazza? You wanna chuck a yewy?"

Zoro: "Oi, Luffy. Boa's askin' boucha."

Loz: "Hold up, Zozza. Gotta chuck me thongs on"

These are the Aussie abbreviations for a few characters' names:

Roronoa Zoro: Zozza

Blackleg Sanji: Sanga (play on words, this is what we call a sandwich).

Usopp: Soppa

Nami: Nazza

Nico Robin: Robbie

Tony Tony Chopper: Chop-Chop (after chopper reed: an Aussie criminal icon)

Franky: Frangsta

Brook: Brookie

Trafalgar D Water-Law: Trazza

Portgas D Ace: Azzo

Sabo: Sabsta

Helmeppo: Meppaz

Koby: Kozzy

Red-Hair Shanks: Shazza

Dracule Mihawk: Hawko

Buggy D Clown: Bugsta

Sir Crocodile: Croco

Benn Beckman: Bazza

My personal favourites:

Donquixote Doflamingo & Donquixote Rosinante: Mingas and Nunce

@since-im-already-here, Sanga's defo got Ciggy butt brain. He's always bummin' ya lighters. He smokes Winnie-Blues and drinks goon.

Notes: Yes, can confirm. These are real things. @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix @sexc-snail I thought you'd all appreciate some unhinged Aussie thoughts and slang from "Monkey D Loz"

[chronically-ghosted]

delicious

rating: T (for cursing and drug use)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 2160

summary: in order to make a fundraising event bearable, you and Dieter take edibles. When the event runs long, your only chance to make it out alive is to find something to eat. 

warnings: drug use (it’s just edibles c’mon you narc), eating, the munchies, messy kissing, dieter bravo being a giant goofball and i hate him, this fic is so self-indulgent i'm embarrassed FOR you, FLUFF

a/n: this one kicked my butt, idk why. But @ravensmadreads says its good so here you go. For my 100 followers event (this is the last one! wow!): @sp00kymulderr asked: Taylor!! Congrats on 100, you’re my favourite blog honestly I check your posts every day just to read your tags lmao. For the celebration can I request some of our sweet boy Dieter with the prompt “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” it’s absolutely perfect

🤍Masterlist

After thirty minutes, your eyes are starting to cross. Your high-ribbed dress pinches the soft skin under your tits and the boob tape is starting to chafe your nipples. The ruby red heels have officially given you blisters but the worst – the absolute worst of it – you’re fucking starving.

And the Layaway Barbie at the podium marches on, her big eyes wet and her mouth begging, as she proves to a roomful of donors why they should spend another million in . . . tree-frog rehabilitation. Dieter had been drawn to the little green guys with red eyes on the front of the invitation and as the guest of honor for his “philanthropic” work when he was “dating” a Doctor Without (personal) Borders six years ago, how could he not go?

Let’s take an edible before we go, he said. 

Whatever the vibe, it’ll be better if we’re on edibles, honey. 

That is the last time you let him convince you of anything while he’s not wearing pants and his hand is down yours. 

Your stomach grumbles and you fight back a whine. You make a noise like that and someone will definitely know you’re on drugs. The portly man next you has been staring at you with poorly hidden disgust all night as it is. But for now, his eyes focus in on Layaway Barbie, his loose jowls around his permanently down-turned mouth reminding you of a cartoon character. But which one?

Your eyes narrow at him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and it comes to you.

“Droopy!” you yelp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. Your table mates eye you as if you are some society dredge they did not wish to involve themselves with. 

You turn as best you can in your seat, ready to either be scolded by Dieter or have him laugh with you, but he does neither.

In fact, cross-armed, low in his seat, he lets out a low snore. 

It’ll be fun, he said. 

“Dieter!” You hiss. Nothing. His face is relaxed, lips parting as he falls deeper asleep. Irate you didn’t think of it first, you smack him across the knee. “Dieter!”

He jerks, eyelids cracking open briefly, and suddenly he drops his chin again.

“Thank you for your blessing and influence, oh Lord. Am— oh, hey, baby, what’s up?” 

“Don’t ‘hey, baby, what’s up’ me. You were asleep and you just faked praying.” 

“Better than faking other things,” he yawns loudly, blinks a bit, and realizes the “inspiring” speech (and presentation) is still going on. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna die here.” 

“Can you please keep it down?” The woman to Dieter’s right snaps. “You are making a mockery of a serious and pressing issue facing our society.”

Dieter blinks at her, his arms still across his chest. You can hear the bitch climb up his throat before he even opens his mouth.

“Well, you’re making a mockery of that dress and you don’t see me complaining–,”

You snag him by the hand and pull him away from the table before the woman has the good sense to throw her drink into his face. 

He stumbles behind you as you push on the metal bar, the latch clicking, and you both tumble out into the empty hotel hallway. When the event started, everyone had been herded in from the other doors, where the lobby was. This looks like the kind of hallway drunk co-eds wander down while trying to find the bathroom after prom. 

Which – ironically –

His big paw clutches your waist as he falls, or rather, stumbles into a tacky maroon and gold wall. In the fumbling under his legs as they overtake you, and keeping the rim of your heels from biting into your already puckered flesh, he manages to pin you beneath him. The instant the smell of his cologne washes over you, the instinct to claw his stupid eyes out evaporates. You sigh, both of his hands cupping your neck. 

“Mhmm, there she is,” he murmurs, sing-song, kissing your nose. “Little hellcat turns baby kitten when she gets what she needs.” 

“You are the biggest idiot I know,” you purr into his ear as his hands slide through the layers of your skirt to your ass. 

“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” The cry you let out when he pinches your ass cheek beneath your dress is all the answer he needs. 

Hands full of your thighs, he rubs you up the wall but there’s too many layers, too much gossamer to get him where you need him. His breath comes in short pants as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder, your clavicle, your cheek. 

There it comes again. Hunger. Driven on by –

You bite him.

“Ow!” 

He pulls back and your mouth drops open in horror – you didn’t mean to bite him that hard and –

Your stomach lets out the most petulant growl. 

Hand on his neck like it’s bleeding, Dieter follows your gaze to your stomach as if it had called his name.

And then you both break out into side-splitting laughter. 

He eases you down, giggling, his nose pressed to your temple. Were you at home, the sex would have probably continued, but the atmosphere would be different – playful, teasing – he once did a Kermit the Frog impression while balls-deep inside of you and you laughed so hard you instantly came all over him. 

“Baby,” he sighs through his teeth and kisses your hairline. “I know. I’m so fucking hungry.” He snaps his teeth by your ear and you push him back by his chest. Two goddam years of dating this moron and he still makes you blush like you’re fifteen and necking with a band geek. 

His fingers wrap around your wrist to hold your hand above his heart, kissing your knuckles. He sucks your thumb once before you yelp, and he pushes your fist into his hair as you try to squirm away. He smirks into your neck.

“Dieter!”

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re the one who suggested we take edibles before coming to this thing.” 

“Mhmm, let’s go home and do more drugs.”

“But you owe me dinner. Five Guys?”

“Baby, I have to eat something first to have enough stamina for that.”

“Oh my god, you –,”

He bites you on your earlobe again, grinning as he comes behind you to nudge you down the hall. “I know what you meant. I’m down for burgers, but I want, like, five.”

“Me too. Carry me? My feet hurt.”

“Of course, mah kwehn,” he nods as he scoops you up across his broad shoulders, momentarily taking on the affectation of Jon Snow and his loyalty to the dragon queen. 

You’re working to kick your heels off as he marches the two of you down the hallway and you’ve nearly gotten your second heel off (the first in your lap) when he suddenly stops. 

“Oi, Thomas, we’re not at the train station yet,” you grumble as you reach for your heel, awkwardly tucked under you and his arm. “Keep it going. Choo choo, you know?” 

He still isn’t moving. You frown up at him, another transportation joke at the ready, but his wide-eyed stare gives you pause. 

“What are you looking at?” You turn in his arms, hunger now officially twisting your stomach painfully. “Why’d you–,”

Your mouth falls open. 

Beyond two double doors at the end of the hall sits a silver cart, loaded with tiny chocolate desserts. 

You swallow the spit flooding your mouth. This time, his stomach grumbles as if to add to the argument. 

“Dieter, put me down.” He all but drops you. 

“Dieter, we can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“We shouldn’t.” 

“Why?”

“You’re only saying that because we’re both high as fuck right now and I’d eat bathroom soap if I could.” 

That seems to rattle him out of his starvation-induced stupor. He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Please, when have I ever not eaten something I wasn’t supposed to?” 

You blink up at him, now several inches shorter without your heels. “What? None of that made sense.” 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for it.” 

He strides past a very wide hallway branching back towards the lobby of the hotel, no doubt where several waiters intended to roll dessert out to the waiting reception. They’d be back at any second, but either due to being higher than a kite, his own innate lack of shame, or a combination of the two, Dieter is across the hallway in seconds and he snatches up two of the little chocolate spheres and shoves them both into his mouth at the same time.

“Holy shit, they’re cream puffs.” 

Your hunger nearly doubles you over. “C-cream puffs? Those are m-my–,”

“Your favorite. I know. Mhmm, fucking get over here.”

Trembling from a lack of food and nerves, you slink over to him, hand out-stretched. He’s already had four more by this point and he’s stacking more onto a single plate as your fingers squish around one right in front of you. You pinch and the gooey white cream eases out the side. You whimper. 

Dieter pauses, the tips of his fingers stained with dark chocolate and a dollop of cream on his cheek. 

“That’s the sound you make when I eat you out.” 

Rather than answer your boyfriend, you pop the cream puff into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as the pastry melts on your tongue.

“Oh fuuuck.” 

Dieter watches with growing concern as you scarf down pastry after pastry. “Okay, now I’m a little offended you’re so turned on by this.” 

“Shut up, and let me eat.” 

In minutes, the silver cart is empty. Chocolate smeared across a dozen haphazardly-arranged plates, dots of cream littering the spaces between plates and on the edge of the cart, it looks like a fucking war zone of confectionery. 

You find yourself breathing heavy, your face and arms covered in the guts of those poor, poor baked goods. Dieter isn’t faring much better, his jacket stained and beard sticky. Your hunger is sated, for now, but you think of burgers and fries and a vanilla milkshake and immediately turn to Dieter, who stares back at you with wide eyes.

“I want six burgers–,”

“We should probably leave before we start a scandal–,”

You stare at each other, soldiers shell-shocked, rehabilitated werewolves in horror of their bloodshed. Bloodlust.

The second you get home you’re gonna give him the kind of blow job that stops his heart.

Half-way laughing, half-way crying, you take him by the collar, further smearing chocolate over the starched white linen and his neck, and kiss him soundly on his conspicuous mouth. He giggles through the kiss and cups your cheeks, his massive hands sticky and warm. 

“We should go . . .” he murmurs again before pressing his lips to you again. Cream puffs or no, it all tastes better when you lick it off the corner of his mouth. 

“We’re gonna have to walk past the lobby,” you bemoan into his patchy beard. Dieter smirks and without warning, squeezes your right tit, leaving a very clear chocolatey handprint on your dress. 

“Dieter!”

“C’mon, baby, I wanna devour you. And I want all of them to know it.”

That was the thing about Dieter Bravo, he never did anything small. He never allowed you to feel small. He was obsessive about taking pictures of you, posting them everywhere, never ashamed of you and desperate to have the world see you the way he did. 

Like you were delicious. 

“I’ll buy you six burgers if you let us walk out like this.”

“Deal.” 

Grinning like only a man with nothing to hide can, he takes you by the hand and leads you back towards the very fancy dinner you’ve both no doubt been kicked out of. 

Something rises up in you the longer you stare at his broad back. 

“Dieter, wait.”

He pauses, turns, and crumbles slightly beneath the weight and intensity of your kiss.

“I love you,” you say before he can slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Dieter Bravo does nothing small, is nothing small. Except when it’s just you and him and the words you just uttered hang in the air between you. A small, hesitant smile expands across his lips, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but it warms him nonetheless.

“I love you too.” 

He kisses your nose and you sigh into him. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him. But then you might just eat him alive.

“Burgers, Dieter.”

“Right, right. How many do you think we can buy at one time?” 

You both ignore the paparazzi and their cameras as you walk hand in hand, your heels in your other hand, with Dieter out the front door and into the limo, arguing about which fast food joint would let you get at least twenty burgers. 

Nothing about Dieter Bravo is small. Especially his appetite. 

[shycroissanti]

Brekie mate mate mate barbie sunnies snags brekie mate uni.

(Translation: I shall be waiting patiently for the drawing, Shy :3)

I just found the drawing!! :D

I hope it's not too horrible, and I'm sorry again (；∇；)

[aussie-slang-competition]

FINAL PLACEMENT

This is the final placement for the tourney, don't worry if you don't know what some of them mean, as all definitions will be included with the polls!

Polls(will add links when posted):

Barbie VS Hoo-roo

Selfie VS Mate

Bachelor Handbag VS Cooked

Servo VS Rego

Op Shop VS Spider

Munted VS Hooning

Thongs VS Larrikin

It’s Cactus VS Brekky

Drongo VS Chrissie

Brickie VS Pash

Chockers VS Heaps

Chuck a Sickie VS Arvo

Goon Sack VS Jumbuck

Bikkie VS lollies

Munts VS Snag

Ambos VS Footy

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Maccas VS Manchester

Bogan VS Booze Bus

Fireys VS Fair Dinkum

Sheila VS Ropable

Bathers VS Togs

Trackies VS U-ie

Unit VS Stickybeak

Budgie-smugglers VS Chook

Doona VS Kindy

Dummy Spit VS Punt

Drongo/Flaming Drongo VS Fucked Unit

Granny Flat VS Crickey

Blow In VS Sunnies

Woolies VS Yobbo

Mozzie VS Bottle-O

The/A Tip VS No Wuckas

[costumesinaustralia]

G'day, mates! If there's one thing we Aussies appreciate, it's a good laugh. It's like a snag on the barbie; it just makes everything better. So, why wear a funny costume? Because, let's face it, we could all do with an extra dose of laughter in our lives!

[dentalartclinic]

Miss chewing on a good snag because of a missing tooth or two? Our Dental Implants service at Dental Art Clinic is here to bridge the gap! With us, getting back your sturdy bite is a fair dinkum easy process. We promise, it'll be smoother than a kangaroo on a trampoline!

Our top-notch dentists ensure your new teeth fit in snugly, making sure you get back to enjoying a good chinwag with mates over a barbie. Ready to chew the fat (and everything else) again? Hop on in!

Call us on 📲 02 9605 5042 or Visit: https://www.dentalartclinic.com.au/

[immigrationconsultants10]

Unraveling the Maze to Snag an Aussie PR Visa via the Skilled Occupation List

Hey there, future Aussie mate! So, you're daydreaming about ditching your old digs and calling Australia your forever home, huh? Well, get ready for a rollercoaster of twists and turns! Down Under isn't just kangaroos and barbies; it's a land of golden opportunities too. And guess what? The VIP ticket to becoming a certified Aussie might just have your name on it—via the Skilled Occupation List (SOL)! Buckle up for a wild ride as we dig into the nitty-gritty of the Australia PR visa shindig and why the SOL is like the cool kids' table.

Wrapping Your Head Around the Australia PR Visa

Alright, listen up, champs! The Australia Permanent Residency (PR) visa is like winning the lottery for wannabe globetrotters. It's the golden ticket that lets you kick back, work, and chillax in Australia for as long as you please. Imagine savoring their healthcare, social safety net, and the chance to up your smarts. Plus, if you play your cards right, you might even get an invite to their citizenship bash!

The Star of the Show: Skilled Occupation List (SOL)

Hold on tight, because the Skilled Occupation List (SOL) is like the DJ at this immigration party. It's the playlist of jobs that Australia's craving for, and if your gig is on it, you're in for a wild ride! This list isn't just any list; it's the backstage pass to the General Skilled Migration (GSM) extravaganza. Got a SOL occupation? Well, honey, your PR visa dreams just got a whole lot juicier.

SOL-diers Marching Forward: Cracking the Code

Picture this: Australia's economy is like a puzzle, and the SOL is its missing piece. They shuffle and reshuffle it like a deck of cards, keeping things fresh. To score a PR visa through the GSM gig, your job gotta match the SOL tune.

Nailing the Checklist

Hold your horses, mate! Before you slap on that "Aussie Resident" badge, you gotta tick off a few more boxes. We're talking age, chit-chat skills (English, that is), fancy degrees, work XP, and a clean bill of health and behavior. It's like making a fancy sandwich; you gotta layer those ingredients just right.

Secret Portal: SkillSelect

Guess what? Australia's got this swanky online system called SkillSelect. It's like your virtual tour guide through the immigration maze. You whip up an Expression of Interest (EOI) that spills your skills, smarts, and job history. And if Lady Luck's on your side, you'll get a golden ticket—an invite to the visa ball!

Show Me the Points!

Aussies love a good game, and their visa system's no different. It's all about the points, my friend! Age, English dazzle, job XP, and brainy papers—they all come into play. And guess what? If you're SOL's VIP, you score extra points. It's like getting sprinkles on your ice cream.

Cracking the Visa Vault

Got the invite? Awesome! Now, it's paperwork galore. You spill the beans about you—your deets, what you rock at, and other nitty-gritties. Don't drop the ball; accuracy's your BFF here.

Navigating Job Twists

Wait, there's more! Some SOL gigs have tricks up their sleeves. Think regional secrets, pro gang signups, or extra skill tests. Time to play detective and crack the case!

Family Fiesta

Hold up, amigo! Your Australia PR visa isn't just for you. Your ride-or-dies—the partner and kiddos—can hop on too! It's like getting a family pass to the Aussie funfair.

Bottom Line, Mate

So, you're all set to embark on this Australia PR visa adventure, guided by the enigmatic SOL. It's a ride with twists and turns, laughs and gasps. From getting cozy with the Skilled Occupation List secrets to crafting a jaw-dropping application, you're on the express train to Ozzyville. Your dream of trading kangaroos for roomies is just a hop, skip, and a visa stamp away. G'day, future Aussie superstar!

[theandreafox]

The 26th January marks a special day in our calendar in Australia, 🇦🇺 𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗬 🇦🇺 Today, I sit here and reflect on what makes this day special to me, so I look to the way that others celebrate today. To some, Australia Day is just another work day, nothing special. To others, Australia Day marks the anniversary of colonization and is a day of sadness for the loss of culture and identity. To some, Australia Day is a day to celebrate our nation by sharing a beer with a mate by the Barbie or at the beach. To others, Australia Day is a day of sombre remembrance for those for fought and died for the freedoms that we enjoy today. To some, Australia Day is a day to celebrate multiculturalism and enjoy the myriad of food and cultures that now make up our way of life. To me, Australia Day is a day I celebrate with pride for the place that I call home and to give thanks for the blessings in being an Aussie. I give thanks for the many who went before us and fought and died for the freedoms that we enjoy. Many of my own family have given their blood, sweat and tears for our nation. I give thanks for the amazing nature that is all around me. From the reef and beach to the rainforest to the bush and the desert. For the koalas and kangaroos, the emus and possums, the kookaburras and cockatoos and all the amazing wildlife that call this country home. I give thanks for the myriad of cultures and foods and languages that we enjoy. Some new and some old. I give thanks for everything that makes our nation great, no matter the mistakes of the past or the ones to come in the future. So, no matter what you’re doing today, be it chuckin a snag on the Barbie or having a vegemite sanga for smoko, I say to you..... “𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘!” 😜 . . . . #aussie #australiaday #mate #barbie #sanga #snags #smoko #vegemite #koala #kangaroo #beer #bogan #beachdays #loveaustralia (at Bundaberg, Queensland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7wlfEoH612/?igshid=4ji9sb2xugzb

[downundercentral]

Can you share some cool sayings/idioms/words that wouldn't be understood by other english speakers? :)

Okay, I've got a few, and be aware, sometimes these don't even make sense to me. But I will warn you, I've never heard an Australian say "shrimp on the barbie" unironically because we eat prawns, not shrimp. I barely hear people say g'day anymore, or crikey (apart from the Irwin family), so a lot of the stereotypes are not commonly used. Also again, like many things in Australia, these words and meanings differ from place to place. This is what I'm familiar with in Victoria and Tasmania!

Arvo- Afternoon

Yeah Nah- No

Nah Yeah- Yes

She'll be right

Bubblers- Drink tap

Put a sock in it- Shut Up

Servo- Service station/ petrol station

Maccas- McDonald's

Thong- Flip flop/sandal

Bottlo- Bottle Shop/ Alcohol shop

Mozzie- Mosquito

Budgie Smugglers- Speedo swimmers

Avo- Avocado

Sunnies- Sunglasses

Lollies- Sweets/ Candy

Biccy- Biscuit/Cookie

Tea- Dinner

Brekky- Breakfast

Whoop whoop- middle of nowhere

Snag- Sausage

UIE- Take a u-turn

Stoked- Happy

Stuffed- Tired

Stubby- A bottle of beer

Stubby holder- A beer holder

Runners- Trainers, sneakers, running shoes

Mate- Friend

Pissed/Hammered- Drunk

I might need to do a part 2 to this, and I also might do a part with Australian swear words and meanings if you want me to. Let me know! And fellow Australians, send me some more if you have any so we can make a whole master list, or put your variations in reblogs/comments!

[wulfhalls]

Here's an even more cursed thought: Australian Hannibal. Chucking some people snags on the barbie while wearing flip flops and a slouch hat

hannibal whenever he sees will: g'day mate 😜😎

[blog-sdb-blog]

The iconic Australian ‘barbie’

Snags (and Vegemite) are as close to classically Australian food as it gets. “Shrimp on the barbie” is another parochial, ockerish phrase thrown around when foreigners meet Aussies. The Australian barbeque isn’t just food; it’s an experience that’s ingrained into the fabric of the land down under, mate!

We have big backyards, an enviable summer and an outdoor spirit that exudes a lifestyle-first philosophy. No wonder the ‘barbie’ is so popular. You only have to visit the supermarket before Australia Day, or outside any Bunnings store, to see how popular snags are.

There’s no denying it. Aussies do barbeques right. But when did the Aussie BBQ become a thing?

A climate that lends itself to eating outdoors

Australia’s Indigenous people have historically cooked their food outside. While, of course, we’re not the only country to master the art of the barbeque, there’s something comforting about the simplicity of the Aussie barbie. In fact, it was a focus of a national 1984 advert with Paul Hogan that cemented that famous line: “throw another shrimp on the barbie.”

While there are certainly prawns, gourmet sausages, steaks and skewers, nothing quite compares to the humble Aussie snag in bread and butter, doused in tomato sauce – where even adding onion is an extravagance.

The history of the Australian BBQ

It’s said that the Aussie barbeque dates back 40,000 years. This style of eating is important to our culture for three reasons: cultural immigration, our geography, and our instincts. Australia’s climate strongly influences our love for open-air cooking.

The Aussie BBQ has been described as ‘an affair where you smack your lips over grub that you’d turn your nose up at in the home.’

It’s rumoured that the first use of the term in Australia happened at the Waverley Bowls Club’s Leg o’ Mutton Barbeque in 1903. The barbeque was associated with political campaigns and public feasts. In 1920, Sydney newspapers promoted a public barbeque and butchers got involved. It took decades for the backyard barbeques to start, and then, the group consumption of a whole beast evolved into chops and sausages for individual servings. By 1950, Australians were cooking up barbies for themselves – but the part of bringing people together lived on.

It wasn’t until the mid 1960s that the gas barbeque arrived. And the sausage sizzle revolution began… in the home, at parks, schools, community events, and outside certain hardware stores.

It’s about more than just food. What exactly is the Australian barbeque?

The Australian barbie is particularly special, in that guests bring a plate of something to add to the shared spread of food. This makes the barbie hard to define, as it mirrors the mixed, multicultural diners that call Australia home. People graze, linger, socialise, share and bask in the sun and fresh air, with the barbeque as the centrepiece.

There are no hard rules when it comes to an Aussie barbeque and that’s just how we like it. With food, anything is welcome. The ‘bring what you want to grill up’ rule prevails and keep things interesting. Any host who has leftovers the day after a barbeque party knows this.

There’s something about our connection to nature that protects this beautiful pastime. While the add-on dishes might keep evolving, the snags, prawns, beers, mates and music will live on. Standing in front of a fired-up barbie with friends, flipping a charred piece of meat with tongs, while the other hand nurses a cold drink… it’s primal, timeless and a ritual that’s connected so deeply with the Australian ‘living off the land’ way of life. Yes, even in 2020 and beyond.

Aussie barbie. The best mate for summertime.

Today, the history of the Aussie barbie is as applicable as ever. While modern diets, like veganism, have grown in popularity, the iconic snag with bread and butter is still the star of the barbeque show. As we look towards spring and onto summer, you’re probably starting to think about warmer days.

So, what else do you cook at a barbeque? What sides should you serve or bring to an Aussie barbeque?

Sausage rolls

Pies and pasties

Pizzas

Gluten free bread

Savoury scrolls

Cakes

All of the above are good foods to include in your BBQ spread (whether it’s pre-sizzle or to accompany the main cook-up). You can buy some of the foods from our online shop.

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Your people will LOVE our grub!

[ratinthebins]

Just imagine if Rottmnt Casey is Australian

*Greeting the turtles*

Casey: “G’day mates.”

Raph: “...Hi.”

*Going to fast food restaurants*

Casey: “What do you say we get some maccas.”

Mikey: “I prefer Arby's.”

Donnie: “You understood him?”

Casey: “Get stuffed, Don.”

Donnie: “What? What did you say to me?!”

* BBQ*

Casey: “We got some snags on the Barbie. Want some?”

Leo: “I don’t play with dolls anymore.”

Donnie: “You played with dolls?”

Leo: “No...”

[yeetbixed]

Here’s a guide to Australian language:

Broarvo: Afternoon

Bottle-o: Place where you buy alcohol

Thong: Flip flop

Gaytime: An ice cream (a bloody good one too y’all missing out)

Drongo: A fool

Roo: Kangaroo

Mate: A friend

G’day: Hi

Avo: Avocado

Sanga: Sandwich

Footy: Football

A cold one: Beer

Brekkie: Breakfast

Barbie: Barbeque

Chook (can’t believe no one else says this): Chicken

Cactus: Dead out asleep (”Oh yeah mate, she was cactus”)

Ciggy: Cigarrette

Brolly: Umbrella (literally I use this bad boy all of the time)

Lollies (who tf doesn’t use this you weirdos call it candy): Candy

MACCAS: Mate it’s McDonalds

Mozzie: Mosquito (lil buggers I hate em)

No dramas: Not a problem

Snag: Sausage

Sheila: Woman

Stoked: Amazed

Sunnies (Yet again I thought everyone used this): Sunglasses

Heaps: A lot (why don’t y’all say this it’s so commonly used hereee)

Enjoy and speak australian you illiterate swine.

[tomismyboo]

Growing Up In Australia

• Having a ‘No hat, no play’ rule at school which basically meant if you didn’t have a hat you weren’t allowed to do anything.

• Having to deal with foreigners thinking we say ‘G’Day mate’ and asking us to say ‘chuck another shrimp on the barbie’

• The musts

Fairy bread

Lamingtons

Meat pies

Sausage rolls

Tim Tams

Shoey (18+)

• Sitting in the car and pulling the visor down just for a huntsman to drop into your lap

•Having to check the toilet seat for spiders

And sometimes even frogs

• Telling people from other countries that you wear thongs in summer

•Using the wheelie bin when you don’t have cricket stumps

•Not understanding the term ‘a white Christmas’

Because it’s literally 30+ degrees on Christmas

•Going to school in 40+ degree heat, with no air conditioning

•Rhonda and Ketut

•Bunnings snag

• “Authorised by the Australian Government Canberra”

•“Have you ever, ever felt like this”

• Drop bears

^Spiders

^^Snakes

^^^Everything, wants to kill you

•Swooping season

•Calling everyone ‘mate’ because you don’t know their name

•The famous phrase ‘If you come to the canteen, I’ll buy you something’

• Filling your cup with more milo than milk

•Stuffing your face with pavlova on Australia Day

•Summer. Seatbelt. That’s all I’m gonna say

•‘Yeah nah’ means nah, and ‘nah yeah’ means yeah

• “Chuck a U-IE”

•Having a never ending supply of Zooper Doopers in your freezer for summer

•Not being able to use a blanket to sleep because it’s 30 degrees in your house

•Finishing the end of a day at primary school with a game of heads down, thumbs up

Primary school. High school. That’s it

•Tim Tam Slam

You bite both the ends off a tim tam and use it like a straw to suck up your tea

•Waiting for your favourite band to go on a world tour, just to realise that Australia isn’t part of the world

•Having a blowout

Basically when the middle part of your thong pops out

Fix it with a bread clip, good as new

• The reading, writing hotline add

One three double oh, six triple five, oh six

• When a good parking spot is how close you can park to some shade

• Freddo frog ice cream cake

• When going on a holiday means traveling in a car with your family for 10+ hours, just to realise you haven’t left the state

•Belting your mate in their arm whenever you spot a yellow car or a buggy

• And lastly, are you sure you’re Australian if you haven’t had a conversation with your mates, around a table like this

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1, 4, 11, 14, 15, 16

Hello!

1. Favourite place in your country?

I love the city of Brisbane, love it so much! My mum was sick a lot so we travelled to Brisbane almost every month, and its basically my second home, especially South Bank, which is where we always stayed. It’s beautiful there on the river bank. I would love to live there. Other than that, I would have to say Uluru, or Ayres Rock as some people call it. It’s beautiful. 

4. Favourite dish specific to your country?

This is hard considering most of our dishes are just copied from other places. However, a common staple dish of Australia is the good ol’ Bunnings Sausage Sizzle. 

11. Favourite native writer/ poet?

Already answered :)

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

Yeah, sort of. We do have some movies and TV shows that are unique to us, but again a lot of our culture comes from other countries. Reality shows like the Block are pretty interesting. (I think the Block is unique to Australia, I’m not too sure.)

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

G’day mate, this arvo the family’s putting on the barbie. Don’t bring anything but if you do, head down to the servo for some chips. The mozzie’s are bad this time of year so get some Aerogard while you’re at it. We’ve got prawns, snags and sangers, we’ll be chokers after that. Bring your togs as we’ll be putting the sprinkler on because of the heat. And maybe I’ll take my ute out for a drive with the kids in the back. 

That was basically as many slang words that we use on the daily as possible in one paragraph. 

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

The one I hate the most is that we all live in the outback and ride kangaroos to school. However the one I agree with is that we are all mostly laid back and carefree. 

Thanks for asking! :)