dont tag bible stuff as mythology God isnt mythology
hi hello how are you. most if not all story-based religions are in fact considered mythology by definition including the abrahamic religions. god is in fact abrahamic mythos whether you think he’s real or not. im sorry if that upsets you but im assuming this is regarding the post i just reblogged and i have to say im surprised the part you’re upset about is me tagging biblicalia as mythology and not the entire discussion on who tops in jesus/judas ship discourse
Thank you person in the tags for doing what I couldn't, my linguistic prowess only goes so far.
Tumblr seems fond of the Ukrainian "living is hard, dying would be a pity", so here's another part of Ukrainian vernacular that you guys might also like. This one is new and developed in 2022.
I would like to introduce it to you in the following context: it was August 2022, I returned to Ukraine for the first time since evacuating in March and was going through baby's first in a while air raid (in Odesa). I texted my best friend, who never left Kyiv, saying that I'm scared to go to sleep in case I wake up having died of a missile or whatever. She put on her very best Yoda face and bestowed upon me the following:
"1. Їбане так їбане." (Yibane tak yibane).
Now, this is extremely hard to explain, but I will try, to the best of my ability.
So, the basic meaning of it is: "If it strikes, it strikes". However, the verb for "strike" here is derived from the profane root word which basically means "to fuck". So a closer stylistic choice would be, "If it fucks you up, it fucks you up", or "If your ass gets struck, your ass gets struck". This is usually spoken before the person decides to ignore the air raid, set aside the feeling of impending doom and go to sleep.
That wasn't the end:
"2. І взагалі навряд чи їбане. (But in general it probably won't.)
3. Але якщо їбане - так їбане. (But if it strikes, then it strikes)."
That night I slept like a baby and didn't, in fact, wake up dead.
So if you are currently dealing with the impending doom around horrors you have no control over, take the wisdom of Ukrainians who have been grappling with horrors beyond comprehension for over three years now (some longer):
Їбане так їбане.
І взагалі навряд чи їбане.
Go to sleep.
Seeing a coworker/classmate sitting to the side and reading a book while on their break and then coming up to them and asking "what are you reading" should be illegal actually
The same "he". To me
He died doing what he loved. Being fatally injured.
Okay so uh this double breached containment and I'm really really scared because this was my second post on Tumblr dot com out of the two I made in total and now it has like 650 notes so I hope it'll make you guys happy to see my flatmate's mug that has The Phrase on it.
Bonus: the other side that says "what did I do to deserve this".
One of the biggest issues of moving to England as a person who is Ukrainian AND neurodivergent is not knowing how to answer the small talk question of "how are you", but today I was reminded that Ukrainian blessed me with the phrase that roughly translates as "living is hard but dying would be a pity" and can we please naturalise it so I can use it all day every day
Tumblr proceeded to collectively inform me that tomato juice is a thing absolutely everywhere. My question now is how the fuck did I manage to live in the UK for three years and not see tomato juice in a single Tesco/Sainsbury's. Ukrainian exceptionalism goggles or whatever
I mentioned tomato juice in my last post, so here's a tomato juice story for your amusement.
Scene: London, UK.
Time: late 2024.
Dramatis personae:
Me, a Ukrainian, craving tomato juice like it's the only thing that can save my life.
My beloved flatmate, also a Ukrainian, going through a chronic illness flare that causes horrible brain fog.
Flatmate: I'm going to the Polish shop. Do you want anything?
Me: I do have a request, but I feel like you'll refuse to have THAT in our fridge.
Flatmate: ???
Me: Tomato juice. I'm craving tomato juice. I want tomato juice SO BAD.
Flatmate: ...only because I love you.
An hour later, my beloved flatmate enters the kitchen with a bag full of Polish groceries. I salivate at the thought of my tomato juice and run up to them.
Flatmate: Okay so I was picking between spicy and not spicy, and decided that you would want it not spicy. Here.
They proceed to hand me the following:
Me: I mean, I'll give you that, it's not spicy.
Flatmate considers terminating the lease on the spot.
Exeunt.
my body is a machine that turns moving into clickity-clackity
They should invent arguing with stupid people on the internet that's good for me and not bad for me at all
Tried to insert an image into a Tumblr post for the first time and failed and yelled "TUMBLR WHY ARE YOU SO HARD" and my flatmate said without looking up
"well it likes you"
Studying English as a second language my whole life literally ruined learning any other languages for me. I just googled the verb form "ignoren" in Spanish and saw that it was second person plural imperative and I went 'hm, second person plural? that's weird' and then remembered that MY NATIVE LANGUAGE FUCKING HAS SECOND PERSON PLURAL I USE IT DAILY
Fledging Ukrainian translator and writer. t.me/hoovering_the_motherlandrussians DNI please
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