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In my history class during my senior year of high school my class was assigned a talent show project. We had to pick a country that was important or had a major influence during the Cold War, write a at least a page of two related to the country and said significance. The talent show part was to do a small performance or presentation of sorts related to your country. You could make food, do a skit about an important event or person, sing a song, etc.

I decided to do Hungary for this project and thought that singing would be my best bet since I’m not the most creative person and I thought a skit would be more embarrassing. It would also be easier since I was doing this project alone. I found a song that was sung during the Hungarian Revolution against the Soviets and decided that it was the perfect choice.

There was just one problem…

I do not know ANY Hungarian. This was my first time even ATTEMPTING to speak the language. I couldn’t find any English covers to listen to and while I could find the directly translated lyrics, I was so busy at the time that I did not have the time to format the song in a way that it would sound good with English lyrics. Also I didn’t have the time to memorize the song enough that I would be able to pull up the instrumental version and sing it well. I know that with enough time and effort you can sing a sing in another language perfectly and still not know the language. But like I said I did not have the free time for this.

So eventually when it’s my turn to present I went up with a piece of paper where I wrote down the lyrics and just hoped that I wouldn’t be too off rhythm and with the pronunciation. I was FAR from perfect but I think I did okay. My teacher was mostly grading this project based on doing it anyways, so I wasn’t worried about my grade.

Here’s the funny part.

Once I finished my teacher actually asked if I was Hungarian because apparently my accent sounded a lot like a Hungarian one. I looked straight at him and responded with: “No, I’m Mexican.”

Honestly I found the whole situation hilarious given the context. I hope this story makes someone laugh.

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Note: I went to a very diverse school where many kids were first generation Americans meaning the majority of the students’ parents were not born in the US and many of the students were bilingual. We had people from all over the world so honestly having a Hungarian kid would not have been a shock.

Doing another RWBY hatedom rant because people seemed to like the last one and I have more to say:

I absolutely despise it when people call Yang selfish and a terrible sister in Volume 9 when it came to Ruby’s struggles with her mental health. I have two main issues.

1. People seem to think that because Yang is Ruby’s big sister then she needs to always be at her beck and call. She can’t disagree with Ruby. She can’t let Ruby do things on her own. She can’t focus on herself or her happiness. She must always be focusing on Ruby. That’s not how relationships, especially sibling ones, work. People seem to think that Yang must sacrifice everything for Ruby and if she is anything less than that then she is a terrible sister. Do people forget how much Yang had given up for Ruby?! She raised her! She sacrificed her life for her! As soon as she was ready to went to go find Ruby in Volume 5 instead of her mom, which she had wanted to do for most of her life! I fully believe that if Raven didn’t have her portal semblance, which made finding/getting to Ruby MUCH easier, Yang would not have bothered. Yang loves her sister so much! But just because she’s a big sister does not mean that she isn’t allowed to struggle or focus on herself.

2. Here’s the big reason. As someone who has had to deal with a VERY similar experience in my life it absolutely infuriates me when people call Yang a terrible person and sister. I won’t go into too much detail because it’s not my place and I’d rather keep the information private but a couple years ago my sister hit a very low point mentally and it got very scary. (She’s doing much better now don’t worry). Here’s something that most people don’t realize when someone very close to you is going through something like Ruby did: You don’t tend to realize how bad it is. I knew that my sister had her struggles, but I genuinely thought she was doing alright. Afterwards I felt like such a terrible person because I wished that I noticed more and wished she had told me what was going on. This is exactly how Yang felt! She knew her sister was struggling, but didn’t realize just how bad Ruby’s mental state had gotten. She would try to comfort Ruby, not realizing that it was making it worse. She wished that Ruby had told her so that she could help her. It’s a really shitty situation to be in. This is on top of the fact that all of team RWBY were in a very stressful situation after having witnessed the fall of Atlas. I don’t think any of them were in great headspace’s, Ruby was just in a much worse place.

Honestly the entirety of Volume 9, in my opinion, was very realistic in its portrayal of mental health issues both as the person struggling with it and as the people around them. These situations are messy, complicated, and are never straightforward. Trying to treat it as anything else really shows that people don’t know what they’re talk about.

Yang is a good sister. She’s not perfect, but guess what? No one is! Remember we as an audience know so much more than the characters do. Just because characters don’t handle a situation perfectly doesn’t mean they’re garbage.

So I have this AU idea from demon slayer and I thought I might as well put the idea on the internet even if I never actually write it. It is a female OC x Shinobu type story. No, I do not have a name for her yet. The OC is a historian from the modern era, who has dedicated her research on the stories of demons during 1920s Japan. She became interested because her great grandmother was a kakushi before Muzan was defeated, and told many stories about demons. I wouldn’t say she fully believed in the existence of demons, but she definitely saw them as a possibility. She’s the kind of person that would not rule out any option, no matter how crazy some may be.

So she starts doing some really in depth research so she actually has a decent understanding of how everything about that era works. I like to think she actually can do total concentrated breathing around the clock because she found some scrolls about it and decided to see if the technique actually works by using herself as a test subject. I also like to think that one of her resources is Mitsuri’s diary.

Anyways she goes on a lot of expeditions in order to find more evidence and resources on the topic, and on one of these expeditions she finds some sort of relic or something that sends her in the past. Eventually she finds herself at the demon slayer corps and her relationship with Shinobu grows overtime. Also she would help them bet Muzan. 

I don’t usually write this type of stuff, but let me know if you guys would actually be interested in any of this. I might not create a whole story, but I would probably post headcannons, one shots, and art to elaborate more on areas that you guys might be curious about. Of course if anyone would ever want to write an entire fic based in this prompt then they are more than welcome to. Just let me know so that I can read whatever masterpiece you make.

Edit: I actually made it! Here’s the link to the prologue.

THAT’S AN ADHD THING??!!

I thought I was just dumb or overly anxious. I’ve been diagnosed since I was in elementary school. How did I not know this??!!!

I see a lot of people joking about the adhd thing of "I have a appointment/phone call at 3pm, guess I won't do anything all day!"

But no one seems to make the connection that it's a time blindness thing. One of the symptoms of ADHD is not having a good and accurate sense of time. And not doing stuff prior to an event with a hard deadline is an obvious coping mechanism for that.

Can I go to the store? It's 10am and the appointment is at 3pm. How long does going to the store take? An hour? Three hours? Five hours? I DON'T KNOW!

I get anxious trying to do things before appointments because I'm aware that I don't know how long those things take, and that if I think I do, I may be very wrong. Too often I've been like "hey I can walk to the corner store and grab a drink, that'll take like 15 minutes!" and then an hour later I get back and whoops my rice has burnt.

Plus there's also the fact that ADHD people know that motivation and focus is a two-edged sword.

Like, let's say you decide to play a video game. You've got time, you can pause/save whenever, so this should be a perfect fit to make good use of your waiting-time. So you start playing and WHOOPS you get really focused for some reason today (because people with ADHD do not get to pick when their brain decides to focus) and the next time you look at the clock it's 2:49 and you haven't showered or dressed and the appointment is 30 minutes away. Fuck. (you could have set an alarm, but now you're asking people with the forgetting-things-and-time-ignoring condition to remember it set alarms)

And with motivation, it can be almost worse. Instead of playing a game, you so something useful or creative. You clean your room or fix your plumbing or write a story or draw a picture. And suddenly it's great. Your brain is firing on all cylinders. You've got all the motivation you can ask for, and you are FLYING. the ideas are brilliant, your hands are nimble, you're getting stuff done you've been putting off for weeks or months. And then the alarm goes off. Time to go to your appointment. Fuck.

You drive there, your brain still full of ideas and plans. But by the time you get back, the motivation is gone. You may still have the ideas but you don't have the drive to write them down. You can't force yourself to do it. Your sink is still in pieces. Your room is half-cleaned, and you have to shove all the sorted clothes into one big bin just so you have somewhere to sleep. You've left things half finished again, in a cycle that has been repeating your whole fucking life. It seems sometimes that nothing ever gets finished.

So next time you don't even start. There's not time. You've been burnt too many times. Why add another half-completed project to your pile of shame?

My point is that people seem to be going "lol I can't do anything all day if I have an appointment at 3pm" like this is a quirky "oh I'm so scatterbrained!" weirdness they alone have, and not a major complication of a disabling mental illness.

(and that's not even getting into the secondary effects. If you know that having an appointment ruins your whole damn day, you're going to avoid them. Even when it's things like "going to that party" or "meeting your friends for a drink/game" or "going to a movie with that cute girl from your math class". Things you should enjoy. Things that'd help you be social. Things that make you feel human.)

I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like

"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"

Random story time!

Quick background info before we start:

I’m a triplet

All of us are biologically female, but one of them came out as either gender nuetral or gender fluid, (I know the difference between the two I just can’t remember which one they identified as) so I refer to them as they/them. Occasionally though I might refer to them as he/him because they like to go by those pronouns too.

I don’t know if either of them want me to use their real names so I’m going to refer to the oldest one, the other girl, as Primm, and the other one, gender fluid/gender nuetral one as Kilo.

So I went to go get ice cream with 2 of my siblings and my mom. We were in a convertible with the roof down so the employees could easily see us when they gave us our order. I was in the front with my mom and my siblings were in the back. The person who gave us our ice cream was a sweet and funny old man. He looked at my siblings and said, “I wonder how you two got in the back together.” In other words he thought that my siblings were dating each other. My mom and I bursted out laughing when we drove off, and my siblings were just in shock. The best part was that before this Kilo had just gotten their hair cut and dyed. It was already hard to tell that all three of us were related because we all had very different heights, faces, and senses of style, despite being triplets, so the new hair didn’t help. So I remarked that it would be hilarious if someone thought that they were dating either me or Primm. Both of them just looked at me like I was insane. Neither of them thought it would happen. Then a few weeks later the ice cream story happened.

This is the way you’re supposed to do pranks!

OP I’m so sorry to say this after such a cute post, but their ship name is Alcoholics Anonymous.

Qrow and Willow as a ship, whether it’s romantic or platonic is so good bc from whats told through the animatic, they seem to be supporting each other as they’re both recovering alcoholics who’ve both lost their child during the fall of atlas (and don’t come for me about the semantics of Yang and Ruby being his nieces okay he loves those girls like they’re his own). And ofc even though there was no love between Willow and jackass schnee, she does have other stuff to worry about then bring thrust into another relationship immediately after the events of volume 8.

But like, qrow/willow is also really funny as a romantic ship in the context of their families. In regards to the timeline it was like two years ago that winter was fighting this drunkard at her little sisters school, got reprimanded by her boss bc of it and kicked out of the meeting with ozpin, Glynda, qrow, and ironwood.

And then there’s the whole thing that if they got married then Weiss would be cousins with Yang and Ruby, who is already on track to be sister in laws with Blake, and qrow would be winters stepdad as well.

This also that means that Weiss’ introduction to her aunt was from raven kidnapping her and going to hold her for ransom back to her family

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