i like how hetalia fanon has moved from depicting arthur as a uwu anime bishounen boy to a jaded tired english office worker who just wants to go home to eat his shitty fucking generic brand chips in peace. like yes sir give us nothing!

sometimes i forget that poland also has anxiety and like. thinking about it is so interesting. my interpretation of lietpol is that liet has more generalized anxiety (existential dread, what am i going to do for work, will the bread that i bought one day ago get moldy before i can eat all of it, etc.) and po has more social anxiety. i like to characterize po as having a super intense and eccentric personality that Not A Lot of People can Handle. so po worries more about social acceptance, whereas liet worries more about his life’s material circumstances that are sometimes, but not always, determined by social acceptance. does this Make Sense

things that are gender: long-haired medieval european serf boys wearing tunics

where are the lietpol enjoyers who project onto poland instead of lithuania. i know youre out there

lietpol is the sexiest and most heartbreaking dynamic because it’s like i hate loving you. i love hating you. somewhere in between the two of those we have a genuine feeling there. but it’s buried beneath the day old pierogis on the kitchen table and the mop water that you forgot to dump away (again). i saw you mopping and i know you’re tired but please for the love of god get off the couch so i can clean. no? okay, i’ll sit on the floor and fuss at you until you tell me about your day. you bought me a raspberry pastry at the marketplace. you ate half of it, which made me sad, and you know that i know that you know that that would make me sad. we both know how well we don’t know each other. so you saved half of the tastiest part for me.

tumblr "stop fucking up the hellsite's ui" challenge level: impossible

in my headcanon gilbert beilschmidt absolutely sounds like peso pluma

when i first started buddy daddies, i was so frustrated with rei and his apathy. “why isn’t he affectionate with miri? why doesn’t he put in as much effort as kazuki?” it really threw me off his character.

but then i realized… rei and kazuki are at opposite ends of the attachment trauma spectrum. kazuki dotes on miri to compensate for the loss of his first family. rei detaches himself as a reaction to how his father treated him as a killing machine. and i’ve loved him so much more since then. all of his small moments with miri have much more meaning.

alfred is definitely one of those people who says “we should do this again sometime!”, and then never actually does it

my lietpol hot take for today is that in a punk/nerd au, liet would be punk as fuck and pol would be a silly little nerd. toris laurinaitis has ABSOLUTELY made his own crusted up punk battle jacket out of a denim/leather jacket combo that he frankensteined together from old clothes of raivis’s and eduard’s (raivis finagled one of emil’s leather jackets because it was really comfy) (eduard had a denim jacket from the time he joined a kpop dance group). toris’s jacket is covered in homemade embroidered patches and safety pins and also bandages in case someone gets a scrape while moshing. he writes zines about his shitty job and also hosts a lot of diy house shows.

feliks is a piano performance major at university who has never been to a house show in his life and would probably pass out if he smelled weed. his hands are soft and clean (but nail-bitten) from the fancy locally-made shea butter he buys at the farmer’s market every weekend. everyone in the music school thinks he’s kind of an ass but he really just wants people to respect him. he meets toris after getting into a fight at a house show and Everything Progresses From There.

There’s a split-second in their argument where Feliks realizes Tolys is pretending at hating him – because in that split-second, Tolys consciously narrows his eyes, and Tolys doesn’t do that when he’s arguing with someone he genuinely hates. Feliks knows how Tolys fights with Russia; he snarls and he spits, but Tolys never thins his gaze like a scythe on the stalk of the rye. But before Feliks can reply with anything, before he even sticks out his tongue in abject victory, Tolys strides out of their bedroom and closes the door gently behind him.

“Whatever,” Feliks shouts, even though he knows Tolys will keep walking and walking and walking – past the tile kitchen with their unwashed plates in the sink, down the red stairs with the scuff marks on the wall, all the way into the cobblestone center of Vilnius, where the fountains will whisper him sweet nothings as he mulls and mutters and prays for the name of Feliks Lukasiewicz. Feliks doesn’t care about that part. Liet knows that he cares about him. Liet knows that “whatever” is a simple way of saying “I’m trying not to care”, which is really a roundabout way of saying “I’m giving you the power to hurt me”, which – well, Liet has made his own conclusions about that.

What Liet doesn’t know is that Feliks doesn’t really care for himself now, either. What Tolys doesn’t know is that while he’s pacing around the fountains, and staring at the sunset, and wishing that he was the type of person to say ‘screw the universe!’ and go back to smoking, Feliks will sit on the floor next to the balcony and wait for God to come back. It’s Tuesday evening. Red votives and amber sun linger in the twilit city of Vilnius. Feliks has never been particularly concerned with God. He’s never worshipped God, and he’s never shunned God, and he’s never thought of himself as a god, either, despite what some idiot people (Prussia) (Russia) (Austria) (and others) might say. But he wishes God were here with him right now. It’s too quiet; Feliks listens to every wheezing rattle from Tolys’s oven in the kitchen. Only God would understand this particular kind of love.

thinking about akiangel and sobbing. there is something so tragic about aki, the man who cared about others but tried not to, unavoidably coming to care for angel devil. and angel, the devil who cared about himself, caring for aki, too. i am sobbing. Sobbing.

lithuania is such a comforting blorbo. like yeah, this really is an average looking guy who has anxiety and hates his shitty job and knows he can do so much more but is just biding his time until the day he can be free because he'll get fucked if he doesn't. there is something so strong in the way he performs weakness. anyways i love lithuania

once again i am thinking about inattentive adhd norway

thinking so much about lithuania. i think he would have an herb cabinet

my pet peeve is cottagecore photosets where the op destroyed the environment for their ~ aesthetically pleasing ~ shot. you can have a picnic with strawberries and grape sandwiches somewhere else, dont trample wild grasses to do it!!!!!!!!