#there are some weird slangs in here that i dont know

[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this

🦉 dark-owl-records

L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

🦉 dark-owl-records

he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

🦉 dark-owl-records

yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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🤫 cecils-private-blog

Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

👁️ nvcr-official

Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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fake story :/

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No it's true I was there

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TAMIKA FLYNN??

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what the fuck is happening on my post

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👁️ nvcr-official

can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is

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🐚 mariella-shella

Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!

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i miss me too

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

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Huh??

🎙️ cecilpalmer

@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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FUCK YEAHHHHHH

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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What??? Why??

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just kind of sucks. as a name

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?????????

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what does this mean....

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another great post from huntokar herself

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you don't like pine cliff? 👻 oo ooo?

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NIGHT VALE SWEEEEEP

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Hi everyone!! Since Twitter went down, I figured I'd try my hand at this Tumblr thing! I'm so excited to meet all of you!! Hope you're ready for some pictures of CENTIPEDES!! Feel free to AMA about the Smiling God!

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[greenunoreversecard]

HEYYEYHEY CAN I REQUEST LLOYD (ninjago) HEADCANONS PLEASEEEE (ty :3)

A/N: Ofc!I'll do general character ones, as well as x reader ones :) hope ye likey likey:pp

Lloyd, The Greenest and Geekest mf.

General character headcanons:

Half Japanese half Chinese

His hair is box blonde dye and you cannot change my mind.

Left handed

Severely dyslexic and hands off all scroll reading and just reading oriented tasks to kai.

Def gen z vibes. Like, the others give off more inbetween z and millenial, so they dont always get his humor. And sometimes he uses that to his advantage and "Speaks in code" (uses as much slang as possible)

Has LED lights in his room set to forest green.

Has given himself a smiley face tattoo.

Cried over a dead goose once.

OK, just to preface i see cole as a stoner of Sorts and uses the excuse "it gets me closer to my element"

With that in mind cole let lloyd try it and now sometimes when he is told to unwind, of feels like he needs to take a chill pill he and Cole spark up

in the beginning of his leader ship role, he used to Say;"kick ass and take names" and if things went wrong he had the fuck it we ball mindset, but got better with time. There are still times they wing it, though.

if he isnt in his gi he almost exclusively wears his pajamas (aka a Hoodie, tshirt and sweats)

Vv tired, and now has a raging addiction to energy drinks due to his lack of Sleep.

He used to eat worms as a kid bc he Thought he it was evil.

Has a eyebrow piercing, and wants a tongue piercing.

Wears "reading" glasses, that he should technically wear all the time because he can't see up close and has a astigmatism,, but he says yolo. Zane then make him contacts after he almost ran into a moving blade and got his head severed.

Adhd and OCD, as well as the normal line up (anxiety, depression, cptsd)

Lloyd in a relationship:

Hes very distant in the beginning, it'll take time to warm up to you.

He tends to be orage cat vibes.

On the cat trend, he gets close for a bit Before becoming distant. Going through waves of affection, kinda.

He hasn't had like, any good relationships in his life so he tries to "protect" himself when he feels he gets to close to you, and so he pulls away.

He does the fuckboy face when your sad bc it makes you laugh, as well as That weird dice roll

He actually does the face/dice roll combo whenever he Sees you as he walks over, it's an inside joke now

primary giving love language: acts of service and quality time

Primary receiving love language: gifts and words of affirmation. But physical touch is also high up there.

Also, not expensive gifts. He hates those. Give him a stick you saw on a walk that made you think of him. He'll cherish it forever. And maybe cry.

He will cry.

will make noises at you and expects a noise in response or he'll be sad.

Also randomly bites you. He's a nommer

also sends you memes throughout the day.

As well as random pictures with the caption;"BABY LOK THIS IS S. US IF WE WHERE *insert whatever item here*

Called you babe, baby, love, shitface, asshole.

Expect kind and loving gentle bullying.

Doesnt know how to express his emotions to just expect him to come up to you, lightly shake your shoulders and aggressively say;"I love you bitch.i ain't Evea gon stop lovin you. Bitchhhhhhh" (vine reference)

Sends you .5 of everyone, himself included. He's addicted to Taking them. You will not get out of it.

Also sometimes just walks around in nyas stilettos for fun.

You two have fashion shows.

You also take over the Living room sometimes and build giant ass forts to watch shitty reality tv in and make fun oF The people

Overall, once he realizes you won't leave he's the most funniest loving chaotic guy.

But expect it to take a hot minute for him to realsie this

give him time,, but also have some deep talks..

Let him vent

and for the love of God don't hurt the baby's heart.

Expect inside jokes

[dailykafka]

German native here! I just want to add on the other anon ´s comment over Kafka ´s German, in case if anyone is curious on what it „ Feels like to read Kafka ”

In his original Tagebüch (the diaries, unedited) it would literally feel as close to being this:

” okay today i woke up and i saw something out the window i don’t even know what it was, but whatever i do not want to think about it anymore, by the way i had this weird dream about being in new york or something like that, i dont know too much about it but also i could not sleep the entire night im so tired i don’t think i will even finish writing this  ”

It is literally just him being a teenager😭 he uses really simple, day to day language (with the exception of some outdated slang)

Ohh this is very interesting! Thank you for this!

[bucketspammer4life]

what i think your favorite PO boxer says about you

based on my biases and a year of experience (if you get mad over how i talked about your fave im going to turn you into a can of spam)

first time ive ever maxed out the tags

if i missed your fav tell me ‼️

doc louis - you have good taste and are starving for content about him, you really are a survivor

little mac - you either project onto him or just like calling him your son

glass joe - you have a thing for pathetic men (understandable tbh) and like calling him a wet cat since he fits that desc well

von kaiser - same thing as joe but add a hint of "oh no hes hot"

disco kid - you literally have no enemies i love you so much its not even funny (platonic)

king hippo - my god you are good at making up lore, how the fuck do you make a solid personality for a character that only roars and grunts

piston hondo - im 100% youre a saint, no hondo fan i met has ever been unpleasant to talk with

bear hugger - you either see him as a father figure or just think hes hot or (secret third option) you like making jokes about him being a disney princess, either way youre cool

great tiger - oh you have been here for a long time, literally every great tiger fan i know has been in the fandom since 7.000 BC or something, also youre prob really good at art

don flamenco - you use the word "cunty" on a daily basis or just like making fun of his stupid bald head, also yes he has eyeliner on 100%

aran ryan - you'd overthrow a goverment for this greasy rat, youre extremely extremely gay and/or neurodivergent and thats very good for you, you also like making him say lad and have had to go ankle deep in irish slang when making him speak in fanfics

soda popinski - ive never seen someone have soda as their fav, hes always 2nd place somehow so im just gonna go take a shot in the dark and say you like the color pink (mental gymnastics who??)

bald bull - you are a mixed bag, i gen cant put a finger on what kind of personality bull stans have but i can say you either find him hot or like making fun of him, maybe both

super macho man - least serious people ever with some traumatizing lore for the boxers & their own ocs, you prob make him say bogus 88268292 times in a sentence and i can respect that

mr sandman - ive only seen 2 (two ) ppl who have him as their fav and its kinda sad, youre starving for content of him and i wish you the best

birdie mac - hes your son (im not elaborating)

gabby jay - same thing as joe but you went over the top with liking dilfs

narcis prince - gay. gay gay homosexual gay. you went for the self obsessed blonde twink and you thought it wasnt obvious?? you fucking homosexual

heike kagero - youre 1000% queer, sorry to be a broken record about the gay thing but ur fav is literally a man with long hair & makeup that has to be some flavor of queer

hoy quarlow - you are/were another ancient punch out fan, you def shitpost a lot

bruiser bros - where are you??? ive gen never met a bruiser bros fan and its concerning like dude where did u go

texas mac - im sorry but you dont exist, ive never ever seen a texas mac fan, not even someone who mentions him

mad clown - you foul clownfucker. you have weird taste in characters you find hot and tbh im all here for it

masked muscle - same thing as texas mac but theres a slight chance you exist, if you do please show yourself

dragon chan - another punch out ancient fan, you probably were most active in 2013-2019 and kinda miss old shitposts and have either moved on or dont participate much anymore

spo aran - (this is mostly for Charlie but i have hope that theres some other spo aran fans out there) youre probably looking for other spo aran fans, goodpeed soldier, goodpeed

mask x - you arent getting away with this fuck you

[vhstown]

tag team

— hobie brown x gn!reader

summary: Authoritarian regimes aren't immune to a bit of graffiti; you can't do it without Spider-Punk, though.

content/warnings: fluff, banter (that has the... unintended effect), mentions of politics + discrimination, brief mentions of police brutality + being shot (nobody is hurt dw), london slang is used (im a londoner but still might be a bit ooc lol).

word count: 1.9k

a/n: camden version of hobie. reader is a hopeless loser (rnt we all). ambiguous relationship sort of? criticisms accepted + appreciated ! (i dont write hobie much 💀)

"Go on, then."

Spider-Punk — or Hobie, as you knew him, stood opposite you in the backstreet, arms crossed and with a grin you could practically see under his mask. The metal spray paint can was cool in your hand, which was already clammy with adrenaline as you brought the it to the wall.

This was your idea. It was supposed to be a joke at first, but Hobie thought it was brilliant. He wouldn't let it go: tagging up places in this part of town — the part where people like you and Hobie weren't welcome. Behind the fences and less-than-subtle signs to "keep out", entire neighbourhood reeked of Wilson Fisk: anti-punk, anti-rebellion, autocrat, about class and "serving the man" — whatever the hell that meant. Now, it was going to reek of paint that probably wasn't safe to inhale — at least, the back of some rich white bloke's house was.

Well, "rich white bloke" and "random politician" were interchangeable. You'd be fine; that's what Hobie told you anyway.

The can rattled in your hand as you shut one eye, holding your breath before red paint spurted out onto the wall. Hobie watched in silence, probably in amusement too. You debated threatening him with the can as a joke while you marked out the start of your drawing, feeling the eyes of his mask on your back. The breath you'd taken in before left you, and you haphazardly drew in another shallow one.

You'd been thinking about this for a while: making trouble under the guise of your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Punk, or protest, as Hobie liked to call it. His vigilante persona didn't exactly have the best reputation around here, or anywhere, in fact. Maybe you could change that — or worsen it. Either way, you had to breathe, so you took in another breath.

"Ah, shi—" The tight feeling in your throat exploded into a fit of violent coughing, and you were barely able to feel Hobie's hand on your back as you reeled away from the wall. "What the...?" you managed, before your eyes squeezed shut again, feeling another cough wring through your lungs.

"A'ight, that's definitely not normal." Hobie leaned over with a hand on your shoulder before he took the can out of your hands. You could make out his frown behind the tears stinging at your eyes as you tried to swallow back another cough.

"Yeah?" You furrowed your brows, trying to straighten out your shoulders again. "Didn't know paint could give me TB."

"I haven't got TB," he shrugged, gloved fingers tapping at the can.

"Cause you've got a mask." Hobie suddenly gave you a ruthless thwack between your shoulder-blades, making you flinch. "I'm not coughing anymore, stupid!"

The eyes of his mask narrowed as you shot a look at him; the bastard was probably enjoying this. Maybe you were too.

"You wanna wear it?" he asked instead, thumb already hooked under the bottom of his mask before he pulled it back; his actual was expression more subtle, but still just as taunting.

"Don't you have a secret identity to keep?"

"Think you've got lungs to keep, big man." His knuckles knocked at the centre of your chest before pulling the mask over your face in one quick motion.

The fabric warmed your skin as you adjusted the neck of it a little, feeling the mask blink with you. It was weird; it was kind of like you had nothing on your head at all. But the warmth was definitely from the mask and not the fleeting feeling of his fingers on your chest — and not the devilish look he was giving you right now.

Creak...!

The two of you looked around at what sounded like a door opening. You looked at Hobie, and he just shrugged at you, lips pushed up in his usual unbothered half-frown. His Spider-sense musn't have gone off, but your heart rate did. If you were going do this, you better do it quick.

Though your reference was on your face right now, you knew Spider-Punk well enough to remember the mask. Hobie let out the start of a chuckle when he recognised the giant white eyes you painted over the red. The mask definitely helped. Your arm, already covered in specks of paint, made a popping sound as you reached up to do the spikes, finishing the giant mural of sorts of your lanky, loud-mouthed, anarchist best friend.

The punk in question gave you a slightly curious look as you stepped away, the eyes of the mask on your face narrowing as you scanned over the dripping wet portrait. Pulling it off of your head, your hair was somehow still completely in place as you handed the mask back; no wonder his wicks fit in there.

"Well," you started, watching him look at the mural. "Aren't you gonna sign it?"

"It's your work." He tilted his head down a bit, though mirth was already tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah, and it's of you." It seemed like you didn't have to tell him twice before he zipped the can out of your hands with a flick of his wrist, already spraying an X onto the wall despite the mask hanging by his side. He didn't so much as clear his throat (lucky — you nearly died) as the letters F, N, S and M followed in each section of the X. That was the same symbol on the back of his vest, but you'd never bothered to ask about it.

"What does that stand for?" you questioned, arms folding as you mirrored his stance from before.

"Guess."

"I asked so I wouldn't have to guess." A silent grin you didn't want to entertain started forming on his face. "Fine, uh..."

You wracked your brain; it was probably more simple than you thought, but all your brain could conjure up was: "Fascists need stopping... uh, Monday?"

That got a ruthless snort out of him, making you press your lips together to try and take back your words. "Just Monday?"

"You told me to guess," you shrugged, rolling your eyes before they landed on the painting again. It was still wet; it was warm out, so the dripping wouldn't stop anytime soon. For some reason, it was always sunny in these neighbourhoods, almost like those autocrats had bought the sun too. Whatever, you didn't need the sun — a rebellious 6ft punk did just fine anyway; at least, that would explain why you were so warm around him all the time. "You gonna tell me or no?"

"Facists need stopping..." he mused, in a gratingly posh accent, hand brought up to his chin in a dramatic mockery of pondering. "Nah, I was thinkin' we should just leave it, you know? Let 'em be, innit?"

Hobie Brown — the only person you knew who would joke about their ideologies just to poke fun at you.

"Yeah, yeah, every other day of the week," you added dryly, getting a cackle out of Hobie.

"Thought you were meant to be smart, darling." The remnants of his mock-posh voice bleeding into the "darling". You could just tell he was being unserious — it was something you hated and loved about him. Why would you want him to be serious...?

"Thought you were supposed to be helpful," you spat back, getting another entertained breath out of him. Hobie shook his head before you suddenly snatched the can out of his hand, pointing it at him. The both of his loosely came up in mock-defense, but the grin on his face only grew.

"You threatenin' me now, yeah?" It sounded less like a question and more like another jab at your pride. Things had been a bit too quiet between you two recently, and you felt yourself getting fired up; it was a shame that your heart always raced like crazy whenever the banter started rising.

"Do it, then," he proposed at your silence, taking a step towards you and making you step back. "What's a bit of paint? You gonna cough again?"

"I actually will." You attempted to scrunch up your face in annoyance.

"Cough? I bet." His head tilted down to look at you, wicks shadowing everything but the amused glint in his eyes.

"You've got a serious problem." And you'd got a seriously warm face.

"Got more than just one problem, darlin'." You hated the way it came out of his mouth this time; you'd rather he pretend to speak like Fisk.

"Stop calling me that or I'll actually spray you."

"Didn't know you were a cop."

"Hobie." You let out a sigh, only serving to get another low chuckle out of him; he was so close you could almost feel the vibrations of his laugh. The fact that he was freakishly tall didn't help in the slightest, his silence along with the swirling feeling in your stomach making you unconsciously take a step back.

You winced immediately as you felt your back stick to the wet paint. "Oh, what the hell..."

Hobie's snickering didn't help. "You didn't have to move, you know."

You decided to ignore that, peeling yourself off of the wall and glancing behind you to see your back imprinted on the neck of your Spider-Punk portrait.

"Interesting artistic choice," he mused.

"Shut up, Hobie."

"On it, boss." You felt his hand on your shoulder before he turned you around, making the air catch at your throat as he peeked at your back, which now had a portrait of its own. "Blood of Monday fascists — very rebel. Got your outfit sorted for tonight."

"Your gig's tonight?" you groaned, trying not to look at his face over your shoulder and instead tossing the can back into the bag of other paint cans, still managing to catch how his lips pushed up in indifference, and probably mild entertainment.

"Nah, we're going out, darlin'," he snickered, and you felt him pinch the fabric wet with red paint to peel it off of your back. The rest of you was probably about to turn cartoonishly red too; this man just wouldn't give it a rest.

"Right, and I'm supposed to 'go out' looking like I got shot in the back."

"Like I'd let you," he muttered, removing his fingers from your back before shrugging off his vest, tossing it to you with the light clink of pins and buttons.

You raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't elaborating, so you put it on, trying not to cringe at the feeling of drying paint on your back. The vest was comfortable, though a bit heavy; it was cool, familiar, nice-smelling — like Hobie.

"Lookin' like a little me," he teased.

"I swear, if one more word comes out of your mouth—"

Your threat was cut short by the deafening blare of alarms, the wall in front of you flashing with a red that wasn't paint. Rich white bloke...

"Do all of them have alarms?" you whisper-shouted to Hobie.

"Looks like Willy does."

"Willy..." your brows knitted together as you watched Hobie pull his mask back on. "Fisk?!"

You'd just drawn a giant mural of Spider-Punk at the back of Wilson Fisk's house. A giant signed mural.

Without a chance for you to think, Hobie slung his arm around your back, and you weren't sure whether to be worried about being caught, annoyed about the paint pressing into your skin or absolutely bewildered as you felt your feel lift off the floor, clinging to him for dear life.

The bag of paint cans were zipped into his arm, with you, still wearing his vest, held against him by the other. Another one of his relentless cackles ripped through the air alongside the "thwip!" of his webs. Despite how absurd this was, a laugh of your own escaped too when you made out the fuming face of Wilson Fisk himself, a powerless, shouting little stain on the ground as you zipped away.

The fascists could wait 'til Monday. Right now, you had a gig to go to with Spider-Punk — or a date; he'd figure it out once the police were off of his tail.

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thank u for reading! i rly had to wrack my brain lmao ... not the best at writing hobie but it's okay im trying lol... again feedback is cool!

just fyi "big man" isn't really used as a gendered term! in my experience at least its used to casually poke fun at people. also if ur curious the FNSM symbol stands for friendly neighbourhood spider-man (i feel like im the only one that didn't know this um lmao)

if u liked this, reblogs r appreciated! catch the rest of my atsv stuff here <3

[thatdeadaquarius]

This is riding off the language stuff in sagau but I just cant get it out of my head a reader who uses tumblr slang every once in a while. like they meet the Traveller and they're like "Omg I'm so cheesed to meet you!!" And the Traveller is just like "???" meanwhile Paimon integrates that into her vocabulary. And then maybe at some point, if the reader has a vision they're like "MAIMING AND BITING YOU" "THAT'S IT! I'M SENDING YOU TO EEBY DEEBY!" while their poor teammates are so confused. Just imagine going over to ppl like Razor, Klee, Chongyun and going "Awwww my lil scrunglos"

Just a very chaotic reader in general lmao

HEY WASSUP ANON

MY BRO THIS IS SO OLD BY NOW IM SO SORRY LMAO- SO ANYWAY HELLO!!! A DESSERT FOR UR PATIENCE 🍨🍧🛐

FOR WAITING SO LONG HERE IS SUM ASS WRITINF MY FRIEND HOPE U GET SMTH OUTTA IT

Bro imma be honest i missed out on some slang on tumblr bc i was off of it for awhile before i refreshed this old blog 

So my reaction to these slang words (except for scrunglies/scrunglos ik that one) is just as confused but also its rlly funny that im in the same situation as them LMAO 😭

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I would think honestly, even if ur doin it on purpose, 

I feel like some slang or refs r too ingrained into my soul to not make

So i would just accidentally use slang/memes, esp around funny ppl like Kaeya or Beidou, and then just give up eventually 💀

♤

So i stg everytime Xiao shows up in a event or smth it surprises me everytime lol

With his teleporting ability i would guess that if ur just chillin around Liyue anytime, Xiao just… shows up lol

Tea with Zhongli? Oh jesus Xiao’s here now.

Watching Xinyan and Yunjin play? Hes on the roof.

Picking ingredients with Xiangling to help her cook yall some amazing food?

Hes in the tree u were just picking Sunsettias in-

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So ur in Mondstadt, and ur like,

“oh well no Xiao here, huh kinda feels weird now”

eventually ur dumbass trips over nothing and goes tumbling down a hill, u know, as u do

Ur at the bottom like, 💀 

And its kinda hot and ur tired, and r selfaware of ur own goofiness so u just-

“I can see the end of the horizon, is this an internal dialouge-”

Xiao comes around the hill ur splayed at the bottom of.

UR STARTLED BC WTF MONDSTADT?? XIAO??? SO U JUST

“HATSUNE MIKU-”

CRYING-

AND XIAOS LIKE-

“??? No. It’s me. Xiao. The Yaksha Adeptus, my liege?”

HAHFLAHHAHA

AND HE KEEPS ASKING U WHO HATSUNE MIKU IS THE WHOLE WAY BACK TO THE CITY AS HE ESCORTS U LFMAO

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U see those scary ruin machines the ones with the fucking legs in Sumeru,

Cyno is ur bodyguard for the day, 

And at first he doesn’t see it, like its behind him, but it just like came around a corner, so it hasnt locked in on yall yet

(i headcanon that even if u r the Creator, these are machines, and dont have the sentience to even be self-aware let alone process wtf u are, ig if Khaeynriah made hella AI that is aware maybe it could fathom u)

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And u try to warn him but not scare him, so

“CYNO.

CYNO, THE HORSE IS HERE-”

Cue Cyno like

“A horse??? In the desert, Greatest Lord what the fu-”

Almost gets stomped on 😭 rip.

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U see Scara for the first time and u befriend him

Ur the only god besides Nahida he’s ok with aw

and one day he’s bodyguarding u around Sumeru 

He gets a little too into it and goes ham on several ruin machines

Like full on elmo burning anarchy meme, he's literally cackling floating above the pile of flaming metal-

And ur just clapping like: “that’s my skrunkly :) <3"

He literally interrupts his own cackle, its the most expressive youve ever seen him 

😶 😑 😶 ?????¿¿¿??¡¡?!!

HE WILL NOT STOP HARASSING U ABOUT WHAT IT MEANT LMAO

U usually define the words/memes as best u can but u specifically just call him that and never explain LOL

☆

🎵 HI. ITS ME. IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME. 🎵

SO SORRY ANON MY BEAUTY- I HOPE U CAN FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING SO LONG 🙏

I dont even mean just replying with a real thing^

I probably couldve posted ur ask w/o even adding onto it tbh

I dont think its anywhere near as chaotic as what u described but ya boy isnt the good at writing 😔

so i just focused on the memes 🤲

Have a good week anon :O !!

♡

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊 💀Aquarius ♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[stargirlsuicide]

i wish i were italian. make me a guide about random shit i need to know to get the honorary citizenship "how to be italian 101"

THIS IS ACTUALLY KINDA A HARD QUESTION. ok so like italy and italian culture changes so much between regions. i only rlly know abt where im from really.

dialect and slang r such an important thing ngl. it changes so much based on the place like for example where i live there r a TON of expressions that only exist here + words in our regional language / dialect. i would say watch fucking idk tiktoks from that place to pick up on the speech like the terms the slang the dialect all of that

clothes r pretty important weirdly enough. if u come to italy and u dont wanna be read immediately as a tourist dont wear baseball hats of teams that arent yankees, lakers or bulls cause those r like the only ones they sell here OR more importantly dont wear soccer shirts on the street. nothing wrong with soccer shirts per say but those r a thing people only wear to soccer games or like at school

CITY BEEF OMG idek if this is info u can find on google but like every city has an enemy city. idk how to explain this is so weird but the people of that city r just like 'FUCK that other nearby city' and its just that. in my region theres 2 main cities one north and one south and people have like genuine debates abt which ones better to hang out at and shit. regions also have beef with eachother. idk man its kinda odd the way im explaining it but people have such strong opinions abt places

i cant think of anything else rn im sorry ill rack my brain for some more italy info

[deedala]

🌸Weekly Tag Wednesday🌸

Thanks for tagging me @mybrainismelted @tellmegoodbye and @energievie ! I have finally emerged from my benadryl zombification so here we go 💖

Name: Deanna🌱

Where in the world are you? oHIo🌽

Do you have a favorite towel? Haaah i do i have two that are like the same guy but ones blue and ones teal.

Can you skip rocks? I can but i'm not and expert or anything

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: the only thing i can think of right now is "lightning bug" (aka firefly) isnt very commonly used in other parts of the country⚡️

Favorite toast topping: country crock plant butter🌿🧈

Thoughts on bread pudding: i dont think i've ever had it??

City or country living? City!! I miss living in Seattle! 🌇

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? yakking at my pocket friends, reading a comfort fic and/or watching a comfort show💗

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? hahaaaaah....i dont know. i think im like a cynical optimist or something😆

Can I tag you in random stuff? always!

and now i shall tag some nuggets! come play if you want <3 @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @darlingian @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @7x10mickey @jrooc @gallawitchxx @howlinchickhowl @ardent-fox @suchagallabitch @purplemagpie @tanktopgallavich @crossmydna @transmickey @grossmickey @lee-ow @mikhailoisbaby @gardenerian @mickeysgaymom @sirrudo @sweetbee78 @rereadanon @thepupperino @mmmichyyy @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @babygirlmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @lingy910y @suzy-queued @sickness-health-all-that-shit @juliakayyy @vintagelacerosette @callivich @scurvgirl @themarchg1rl @imikhailo @gofionaonthem and anyone else who wants to join in!! 💗

lmao sorry i broke my tags (crine)

[unadulterated-syd]

a/n —

+ i wrote this for myself bc i just got my license and it really stressed me out.. so its very ooc but i don't want ANY comments about it being ooc bc it was MY outlet.

+ again this is for me so he did in fact say bubs, plus im american so im SORRY theres no cool slang in there my british impression is awful and im not trying

+ lastly i didn't edit this so shhhh,, im tagging normal people if u dont want tags that im unsure of pls just ignore this im in an era plus reader refers to them as boyfriends just read it diff if you want its okay theyre forbidden gay or not

» [rocky horror -> billy cobb] «

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staying up late, i should go to sleep.

wandering the halls was not unusual to you, practically an everynight occurence by now. being a prefect, they let you get away with it.

having practically been adopted by minevera and poppy— they understood your trouble with sleeping. they understood why, and they understood aimless walking helped.

they'd always stood in and gave a good word, dumbledore couldn't have been bothered to punish you anywho. some nights you'd even wonder drunkly, mumbling to yourself as you let students slip passed you without punishment.

you had a name to uphold— but you far from respected or supported your family. one of blood supremacy and hypocricy, unfortunately the children of families like yours were forced to adult more than those of age.

you were just like that, so much weight on your shoulders that you far from bothered to let your thoughts hurt you. you'd become responsible for ignoring them.

similarly, you'd become familiar with sirius black through this similar ideaology. familiar. you were far from 'friends', though people with similar stories, two who found comfort in one another from afar.

this led you to be familiar with all the marauders, though you'd far from a mustered a word to any of them— they knew you were on their team, when needed. at any word you'd betray your dreaded house.

i should go to sleep, its tuesday but i can't stop— thinking of your skin

there was one exception to your marauders rule, you had spoken to one. more than spoken, you'd held dear on many occasions. whom cared to much fot everyone around him.

you'd been practically forced to a gryffindor party— sirius had insisted on you recieving an invitation, though he was not the messenger.

he'd begged regulus to offer you the invite, even though he hadn't invited his younger brother. eventually, regulus gave in. you felt obligated to go, with how much trouble he went through to get you there, how could you refuse?

however, no one seemed interested in you being there. weird looks from many angles, strange glances your way. with the exception of one individual.

james fleamont potter.

james had practically thrown himself at you, a million questions filling the air before you could even shake his hand. regardless, you answered every question, and he listened to every answer.

when he'd realized you came alone— he vowed to spend the night by your side. introducing you here and there, inviting you to random drinking games.

and at some point something had clicked in the both of you.

you could hardly remember, but it was spin the bottle— or perhaps seven minutes in heaven? it didn't matter what game it was, you just remember you'd kissed and sparks flew.

you were both so drunk you didn't know if james remembered anything either, you just remember him. they way he smelled, the way he smiled at everthing you said, the way he looked at you.

he treated you like the world revolved around you, he was the earth circling around you. but it only lasted that night, because when he'd found you the next day he'd lost the courage to speak to you.

you still had your reputation— more than half the school still saw you as an enemy. you were a cruel and feelingless person to them. so how could james fleamont potter ever justify you wanting to be with him?

i've been known to be a hopeless, no good, nobody. and they're right.

you could sense why he didn't come back, though you'd assigned a much different explaination than he.

you were a bad look on his reputation, an outstanding quidditch player. an outstanding gryffindor, brave and caring. the real question was never why would you want to be with him, but rather why could he want to be with you.

not that it mattered anymore.

you knew you were a hopeless case— sirius had changed, he'd fix his side and found a way out. but you hadn't, and likely you never would.

you had no friends, you spent no time partying, with the exception of sirius' one invitation. you were a nobody. scary to anyone who hadn't heard sirius' tales of you, worthless to anyone in your own house.

you somehow rubbed everyone around you the wrong way— a bloodtraitor to your family, a blood supremesist to people whom you wanted to defend, not enough to all your slytherin peers.

it made sense that he never came back. he must've been ashamed to some extent, he was so much more than you'd ever be.

i know your eyes can see right through me. but believe me, it's my pleasure.

tonight went differently for you, your restlessness brought you near the gryffindor tower.

deep down something within you begged for you to sneak your way in and find james. but your mind would never let you, there was no chance you'd ever have the bravery to do so.

in all ways, you knew even if you had he'd understand too much. he knew your every feeling, even if you kept it hidden.

after one night of gestures you knew he was your perfect second half, he knew you more than you knew yourself. and oddly enough, you returned that.

you knew he drained himself, he was too compassionate for his own good. you knew he could never love you publically because no one knew you.

no one knew your parents hated you, no one knew it was because you'd defended muggleborn peers, no one knew you had plans of running away.

no one knew you'd never get that mark, that you'd never defend it's honor. but he did, and that's why you both stood at a crossroads.

he had a reputation too.

one that no one saw through, everyone believed they knew him. he could do no wrong, and too anyone you two were polar opposites. but too eachother you were practically the same.

you cared too much, just like him. you drained yourself with worry, and he knew how much it'd taken you to get over the fact you'd never be the perfect kid.

you'd never be what your parents wanted, you'd never be cherished like him. unless it was by him.

and something inside you found it comforting, the idea for once you couldn't lie. because he'd never fall for it.

he was the same as you, and he knew you didn't need fixing. you weren't broken, and neither was he. flawed, possibly. and that was the most comforting thing about him.

he didn't need to work for you, and you didn't need to work for him.

i miss the sea, i miss it's sandy beaches, salty breeze. and it reminds me of you.

because it's so sweet, you're so sweet, you're so sweet.

knocking on your head, you'd come to the conclusion you needed to leave. find your way back to your room, and move on.

in a way you felt hollow for having a heart, as if your brain could only be seen as brilliant if your heart stayed cold. because your heart led you to a common room of people who hated you— whilst your brain begged you to forget and regret.

but once again he showed how similar you two were. as if he'd known you'd he at there, he appeared at the portrait. he looked sleepless, suprised that you were there, yet also as if he'd been expecting you.

"y/n?"

he looked like a painting to you, groggily rubbing his eyes, voice the same as always. trying to illude to the idea he'd been sleeping— though you saw right through him.

"james.."

"what're you doing here?" he stepped out, closing the painting behind him.

you took a deep breath, weighing your head and your heart— as if it mattered. he saw right through you, even if you lied right to his face.

"did you need something..?"

"you."

his eyes widened only slightly, he knew why you were there but the clarity was almost frightening. he couldn't lie to himself anymore, because you'd come clean to his face.

"i know i disappeared im sorry, i know you've got a reputation, i know.. i just—" you sighed, fumbling with your words, "nobody knows me like you james, and all it took was a day for you to see me. i mean.. i missed you. us? its cheesey i know but.."

"one moment."

you watched him disappear into the common room, leaving you with your thoughts. your head was spinning, there were butterflies hitting every wall of your stomach, had it been too much for him? had you read him wrong?

he came out a moment later, a jacket wrapped around his shoulders, wand in hand. he stood with a second coat in his other hand, one which he held out to you.

you took it, pulling it on— even if you didn't know his plans, then he held his now free hand out, you took it.

"how about a walk?" he gave you a smile, pulling you along.

you two indulged in a comfortable silence, you just enjoyed holding his hand. even if you weren't sure it'd happen again.

i dont care how you want me to live my life, as long as i'm in yours.

he didn't lead you anywhere in particular, leaving you the silence you needed to grow the courage to open up.

and eventually it worked.

"i'm sorry i came so late, i didn't think you'd even catch me."

"i wasn't sleeping anyway, you can always show up." he looked at you again, raising a brow, "what's wrong, bubs?"

you could feel his thumb rub over your knuckles, it felt endearing. the way he acted, the way he treated you, it was as if the two of you had been dating an eternity. however, you'd never even started dating.

i know how whiney i sound right now, but i can't help myself.

"i think—" you sighed, stopping in your spot, leading him to do the same. you could feel his eyes on you, he couldn't read you anymore, and it scared him. "i think i really like you, james."

"i mean like.. like boyfriends? like i want to get out of my house, finally befriend sirius.. i mean not be whatever the hell everyone thinks i am— i want to be whatever you want i just want to be with you."

he looked at you hesitantly for a moment— he wasn't pondering whether he wanted to be with you or not, rather trying to decide how to proceed.

"i've been waiting to hear that." he turned fully to face you, "but, i like you too. this way, you don't have to be different. just what you want to be."

i know your eyes can see right through me.

james tags -> @nyxxxxxxxx , @innerloverpainter , @carlgrimesslover , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog @loving-and-dreaming

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

do NOT critize this one i will CRY.

also the song is rocky horror by billy cobb,, its not every1s cup of tea but i <3 it

[djuvlipen]

Apologies for the personal rant

I found out after my dad's death that my grandmother, his mum, was a gypsy (forgive me, I have been told that is a bad word but that's the one she used). She never talked about her past so we never knew the details but the assumption is that she ran away in her teens and just denied it all until she got old and finally told her kids where she was from.

Unfortunately she's too sick now to have these conversations (alzheimers) so its unlikely we will ever find out any more. My dad was supposedly embarassed by it so I didn't find out until after he passed. I told a few friends what I had found out and some are now acting real weird around me.

I don't really know what to do with this. I'm not about to start walking around saying I'm a traveller like an American finding out they are 1/16th Scottish. But on the other hand I don't want to ignore and be embarrassed by it like my dad. I dont want my grandmother and her life to be a hidden embarrassing family secret. But my mates reaction made it clear what treatment I might be in for if I own this as part of me. Is it even part of me? We don't even know what background she had, romani, traveller, gypsy are all kind of treated as synonymous here by people outside those groups.

I don't know anywhere else to ask, what do you think?

No worries! you can rant!

First of, I want you to know stories like yours aren't at all uncommon, and I am not just talking about "learning you have romani descent as a late teen/adult" or "my parent was ashamed so they didn't tell me about it". In my (Western European) country, many romani people call themselves "gypsies" (kind of as a slang) without ever specifying their exact ethnic group (sinti, kale, rom, european traveller, etc) and it can be very confusing for those who don't know the specifics. i think it's because in western europe at least, all those ethnic groups i mentioned intermarried to the point some families can't exactly define their exact background. i was actually watching a romani activist on youtube the other day, and he was arguing that the need to strictly classify, divide and define the ethnic/racial identity of romani people was actually an obsession of non-romani people. in actuality, the lines between those romani and traveller ethnic groups are more blurry than what many people are led to believe, and that's why many romani people just call themselves "gypsies". anyway, i am saying all this because it might provide some insight into your family history.

so yeah, advice number 1: don't obsess too much about the exact ethnic group of your grandma. i know it would of course be ideal if you could find it out at some point, but in some cases it's impossible to, and that's not necessarily a bad thing nor does it change anything about your grandma's life.

I am sorry your friends reacted poorly. I don't know what country you are from (i know that in europe people can be very offensive and virulent and that in north america, they can be very oblivious and stupid). No one should make you feel ashamed of your ancestry, no matter your ethnic background. Personally, I do believe this is a part of you to the extent that this is a part of your family history. your grandmother being romani (even if she wasn't "in the community" anymore) obviously influenced her life, influenced your father's and potentially influenced yours one way or another. that's a family history non-romani people don't have.

So, even though I do think being romani is a lived reality that comes with its own social, cultural, economic challenges unknown to people who didn't grow up in a romani family, i also think people with romani ancestry can feel a special kinship with romani people. cultivating that kinship is a good way to feel connected with your heritage without overstepping, imo. this will sound very cliché but i think learning about romani history, about anti-romani racism (especially in your country), by meeting romani people (actual romani people, not those 1/8th americans), are good ways to feel connected while keeping a respectful distance, and it will also make you stronger next time someone feels entitled enough to insult your ancestry.

[pseudonemisis]

bout to drop some lore. So up until 15 I talked like a dictionary. I had never used one bit of slang and was pretty regularly teased about it. I decided that i was bored of being the vernacular equivalent to bleach and made a conscious effort to sprinkle some pizzazz into my speech. People still look at me weird for the was I talk, but at least now its for a much more fun reason. However, now, I notice that I’m sliding back into my old way of talking, but only when I’m typing in a comfortable space, i.e here. All that to say, well, i dont know. I worked so hard for upwards of a year to stop sounding, holier than thou? too academic? I guess im not sure how I feel about it and needed somewhere to document it. I suppose maybe this is a case in point

[6mayhem]

it's even worse that the thing I'm into prolly requires like Advanced German skills bc it's full of slang and like borrowed words from different dialects it makes for really unique character voices and is like. the most special thing ever (reading characters who talk Just Like Me as someone who grew up in different states and also around people who still speak plattdeutsch so i adopted a lot of words from that LOL) but probably not reader friendly to learners.....and also not friendly to translators......some paragraphs i rlly struggle to translate bc of all the puns and very specific words that dont really sound the same in english........ like i don't know how to transcribe these characters voices to English and still have them sound like themselves bc....well the language and speaking style is a biiiiig part of their personality!!! reminds me a lot of my dad he talks like that too ...me too when I'm drunk enough lol I can speak perfect high german but the moment im like having a bit too much fun i start talking a mix of kiezdeutsch plattdeutsch and like....kölsch is the closest i guess </3 very weird..sometimes i feel like i struggle to really be myself if im not talking german bc so much is like communicated thru the way u speak here ur class ur background the people u hang/hung out with where u grew up ur education....etc etc.... there's so many different ways to speak german its kinda sad how hochdeutsch is taking over everything especially in academic settings lol it always sounds like someone's got a stick up their ass. anyway that's my ramblings for today bye

[notafunkiller]

im going to uni next week and im gonna miss the drama.

man i cant believe that people drag u into this, that person clearly couldnt differentiate ‘opinion’, also u were talking abt the sexualisation (ffs someone else did it too b4 subtract the aw part BCS SOME OF U R DESPERATE?!! ITS THERE! I GET IT BUT TONE DOWN UR HORNINESS) and then they goes and ss abt smth different that isnt related to prove a point that what? that u r actually the one who is delulu? a hater? problematic? pish-posh

but saying aw should kill some of ‘them’ is not? is that an act of courageous?u don spout shits like that. idfc joke or not, killing is NOT a topic for ‘joke’ and also idfc if that person ‘deserves’ to be killed bcs peoples life is not in our hands. its not ours to take. u r encouraging killing. simply dont like/ hate, solution >> kill. absolutely nope . immoral. i get the urge to defend ur celebrity but there r other ways to handle it. also do not justify ur mistake

and brother this is no cult, its called a group bcs isnt that what happens now with seb stan fandom? couple group, pr group, hate group, delulu group, only seb group. its a broken fandom.

also wanna know something shocking? YOU are the one whos getting worked up over this. plot twist right? u know theres a button called report or block right? u can do that, or u can just idk simply comment but then u have to come here to this page, missing the ACTUAL point of the message, take unrelated stuffs and making a scene out of it. OFC SHE IS DISSAPPOINTED, SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT A BUT THEN U GO AND TALK ABT B AND C

you dismissed her opinion, twisting it around and when she express her feelings, u make it sound like she is the one who is problematic whilst u r problematic as well. u all r pussies for opinion apparently. sorry.

everyone has opinion AND ITS FINE (as long as u respect others as well) - u dont have to make an argument abt it (but be aware to use ur words carefully bcs as much as u don agree w it some people are really sensitive bcs they WANT U TO FOLLOW THEIR FUCKING OPINION) , read the fucking post before u take action, think before u type/post, do not doxx people posts (i swear to god do not fucking spread misinformation), ur feelings/opinion are valid its just the matter of how u express them.

notafunkillah, dragostea mea, i hope u r ok (u see that romanian i tried, idk if its even correct but i tried)

Firstly, good luck at UNI! You'll need patience, rest and full attention. You can do thissss!

Secondly, it's so weird that people do not read in context and think quoting someone indirectly and misunderstanding maybe on purpose = showing maturity and support.

Everyone here is free to share their opinions as long as they are respectful. That's the beauty... being different but being able to have a normal conversation.

Sexualizing someoen, talking about such personal topics (as kids or marriage) in a sexual way is not fun (especially bc most of the tines it's not a joke). I won't even talk about how you can talk about death like thay and then call it slang.

Thridly, thank you! It was right, you made me smile 🤎

dragostea mea or iubirea mea means my love

Hugs to you and I hope you'll have the greatest day/evening/night💙💙💙

[love-aholic]

Bing bong I made some dialouge for Seize

DrRETRO "Meow mew? (What's wrong sugar? You seem down.)"

Seize "Oh... What makes you believe that? I dont have any facial features."

DrRETRO "Miau (You're quite jittery and quiet tonight.)"

"Mew mreow (Facial features aren't everything yknow.)"

Seize "Alright alright you caught me. As you can see I am not the gayest man currently becau-."

DrRETRO "MEW (WHAT?)"

Seize "What?! What did I do!?"

DrRETRO "Mreow... (David...)"

Seize "You're scaring me doctor. What did I do?"

DrRETRO "Meow miau (I don't think you know what gay means.)"

Seize "...it just means happy? What am I missing here?"

DrRETRO "Mreow... (David...)"

Seize "What?"

DrRETRO "Mreow! (David!)

Seize "Huh?? What? Spit it out!"

DrRETRO "Meow meow mew... (Gay means homosexual now...)"

Seize "HUH??"

DrRETRO "Miau meow mreow! (The look on your face!)"

Seize "N-no, stop laughing! This generation and their- their...slang! It's absurd I tell you, absurd and queer!"

DrRETRO "MEW MEW! (Queer refers to homosexuals too!)"

Seize "Weird! I meant weird! Odd, strange, eccentric!

"Oh, you know what I meant!"

[sugaroto]

Ok so-

In my last reblog I was more focused in talking about Greek media like movies, since the conversation had went there, but I'd like to add some "everyday" stuff happening around me that could be considered 'Amerikanies' /or the country getting "americanized"

So- first of all my junior high school had lockers

This is not a greek thing at all- I haven't heard of any other school having lockers

(Tho- according to my cousin who currently goes there they don't use them anymore and they're all broken- my last year there was the first quarantine and at that time we stopped using the lockers the last two months, from what I know that continues till today. Though the reason they don't use them now is probably cause they're broken and i suppose it saves time and all, but yeah~)

My high school has a prom for the seniors- mine was just 2 days ago-

Also not a greek thing, new teachers at the school are very baffled about it

Though it still has the Greek touch to it since after we did our dances* they were playing all the traditional songs and it looked a lot like a greek wedding or something (probably cause the place we used holds 9/10 of the weddings but yeah)

*by our dances I mean bachata, waltz, and "laika"(traditional) which some students chose to perform

Also unlike what I see on TV, our prom had tables and food for all the families to sit and watch our little dance show before joining us

Almost a week ago my 19 year old neighbor had a gender reveal for her twins. I don't think I need to explain how that's not greek

Greeks try to follow the Americans trends

And so does capitalism, that Boba shop in town sells "blood-bags" every Halloween

Greeks don't even celebrate Halloween

That juice or whatever it is, is just in a cool bag so ppl can buy it and post it on story so the shop gets advertised

I dont even know if they sell it during carnival/apokries (somewhat the Greek version of Halloween) which is around February-March, or if it evens makes sense to sell it since carnival supposedly is to dress funny and not scary unlike Halloween- even so most seem to have forgotten that/ not know it and dress as whatever (which isn't the big deal here)

Something else, not sure if it counts as "Americanized", but when I was reading a book that had recently been translated in greek there was a word that got translated as {Κριντζάρω}, literally: {cringe-άρω} an English word with the ending of a greek verb, there are actual greek words that could have been translated but instead they just used a slang. This feels really weird honestly, and it made me cringe and put the book down for some minutes

Also something else, while I was first reading that post, it was very easy for me to be influenced by @aromancy , the moment they said something among the lines "sounds like a greek problem" I was like yeah, right. Cause I know my country has a bad economy, but @thrassa linked the economic scandal which explains the situation a little better than Oh its a greek problem

I guess what I'm trying to say, is that if someone from a "better" country tells you what your country does wrong, maybe you'll easily listen while forgetting what your country has been through in the first place, that could be just me tho-

[Also I'm not trying to attack @aromancy with that or something- I probably just happen to be easily influenced. The worst part was that the economic scandal is on what I need to study for my history exams and I had completely forgotten about it, until someone brought it up]

(Also I want to apologize in case I'm quoting either of you wrong, but it's been a few days since I read the whole post and I don't have time to re-read it right now)

DO NOT LET SOCIAL MEDIA TURN YOU INTO AN AMERICAN

[ttherose]

#the rose# 2nd M/V behind story#happy☆☆#다음주에도 더로즈는 쭈욱쭈욱 #흑장미🌹 으샷!!#더로즈뮤비현장 ⚘⚘⚘

#the rose #2nd M/V behind story#happy☆☆#next week too the rose jook jook #blackrose 🌹 eushot #therosem/vscene ⚘⚘⚘