the-nothing-maker:

when i was a kid, i thought shonen heroes kind of overdid the “friendship is important” thing, but now that i’ve
grown up i find myself tearing up and my heart grows three sizes
sometimes when my friends call me by pet names or just do
the smallest stuff

for me like printing things and like… I’m sorry I doubted you naruto you were right all along my friends ARE my heart

ukrindian:

ukrindian:

ukrindian:

I love how everyone has one characteristic that they use to explain their extra and unnecessary behavior like oh don’t mind me the Jersey jumped out. The 1/8th Portuguese Azorean jumped out I can’t help it. I ate all my meals on ZooPals plates every day as a youngin I can’t keep calm

“I’m bout to get real Kirksville Missouri population 11,352 on yo ass”

reblog this and tag your personal scapegoat characteristic

adrenaline-revolver:

fozmeadows:

hollowedskin:

derinthemadscientist:

languageoclock:

deflare:

penfairy:

Throwback to the time my poor German teacher had to explain the concept of formal and informal pronouns to a class full of Australians and everyone was scandalised and loudly complained “why can’t I treat everyone the same?” “I don’t want to be a Sie!” “but being friendly is respectful!” “wouldn’t using ‘du’ just show I like them?” until one guy conceded “I suppose maybe I’d use Sie with someone like the prime minister, if he weren’t such a cunt” and my teacher ended up with her head in her hands saying “you are all banned from using du until I can trust you”

God help Japanese teachers in Australia.

if this isnt an accurate representation of australia idk what is

Australia’s reverse-formality respect culture is fascinating. We don’t even really think about it until we try to communicate or learn about another culture and the rules that are pretty standard for most of the world just feel so wrong. I went to America this one time and I kept automatically thinking that strangers using ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’ were sassing me. 

Australians could not be trusted with a language with ingrained tiers of formal address. The most formal forms would immediately become synonyms for ‘go fuck yourself’ and if you weren’t using the most informal version possible within three sentences of meeting someone they’d take it to mean you hated them.

100% true.

the difference between “‘scuse me” and “excuse me” is a fistfight

See also: the Australian habit of insulting people by way of showing affection, which other English-speakers also do, but not in a context where deescalating the spoken invective actively increases the degree of offence intended, particularly if you’ve just been affectionately-insulting with someone else.

By which I mean: if you’ve just called your best mate an absolute dickhead, you can’t then call a hated politician something that’s (technically) worse, like a total fuckwit, because that would imply either that you were really insulting your mate or that you like the politician. Instead, you have to use a milder epithet, like bastard, to convey your seething hatred for the second person. But if your opening conversational gambit is slagging someone off, then it’s acceptable to go big (”The PM’s a total cockstain!”) at the outset.

Also note that different modifiers radically change the meaning of particular insults. Case in point: calling someone a fuckin’ cunt is a deadly insult, calling someone a mad cunt is a compliment, and calling someone a fuckin’ mad cunt means you’re literally in awe of them. Because STRAYA. 

whats neat is southerners have an opposite modifier thing going on since we are compelled to be polite to everyone. like ‘bless his heart’ it literally gets meaner and more tongue in cheek the nicer you make it sound. 

‘bless’-can be literally or sweet

‘bless his heart’- if the target is not ill then ive just called him dumb

‘bless his poor little heart’- you are too stupid to breathe

the-queen-of-thedas:

bonesnail:

keiseravendimensjonukjent3:

Water springs out of the Mulberry tree at Dinoša, Montenegro.
For the last two decades, during the spring floods, the water has been running out of this old mulberry tree in a village of Dinoša in Montenegro.

I know everyone’s like “hahaha the tree is peeing” but if I saw that in a fantasy setting, that water is either going to make you immortal, crumble to dust, or age back into a zygote.

The best mixture of the Tree of Life and the Liquid of Life