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sauerkraut

it bothers me that i can't understand the thought processes that other people or know their current state of mind

is this just a lack of social skills on my part? are other people better at gleaning what people aren't saying?

some ppl baffle me but most are easy to read imo

disclaimer: i'm not autistic

yes!

like the ingredients that go into one of the pickles that's a traditional dish in my culture taste so good together, and like you can actually tell what they were (lql if that makes sense)

i agree i love all of those other types of pickles, too

do germans not spice their pickles

because thats what they do in those regions u listee

i googled 'french fruit soup' and a bunch of stuff came up sans french name, try looking there?

i love japanese pickled things

idk what they put in them but they're so good, especially carrots

i love pickled things that still taste like what they were

sauerkraut just tastes like regret

i have no idea how the recipes go for most things but u could be onto something biba

i think compulsory heterosexuality and internalized homophobia are much bigger problems than bi erasure tbh

hey!!!! wouldnt it be nice to consider ethnic minorities within japan??? and i mean japanese indigenous peoples (the ainu and okinawans) because racebending poc is Not Cool. since im okinawan diaspora, im gonna focus on iruka, who ive always believed not to be part of the central ethnicity of konoha/the fire country.

(brief explanation: okinawa is the largest island of the ryukyu islands. i prefer the term “uchinanchu” instead of “okinawans” because it refers specifically to the ethnicity instead of whoever lives in okinawa. we have our own culture, which includes a dialect (uchinaaguchi), music, religion, etc. we also tend to have really beautiful darker skin)

iruka’s parents werent born in konoha; they moved from an island/the shore (hence their surname, “umino” and iruka’s own name) of the fire country to konoha at a young age to become shinobi. when iruka is born, his parents teach him everything about his homeland: they cook traditional food, celebrate traditional holidays, he can even speak the dialect fluently. they’re a tight family because no one else shares their culture, which is why iruka is so devastated and lonely when his parents die.

but!!! when iruka unofficially adopts naruto, he passes down his knowledge and welcomes naruto into his culture, and naruto is absolutely thrilled (they can trash talk anyone in the sea dialect!!!) and deeply touched because it means he genuinely is family to iruka.

also: grandpa!iruka in his mid-30s because his dumb dfab unofficial son gets himself pregnant with the next uchiha generation AND adopts a bunch of war orphans as if their family wasnt getting big enough with trans girl aunt sakura coming over nearly everyday with her polyamorous gf ino (who brings her bfs chouji and shikamaru) and uncle kakashi and his dogs

lol i follow wandamaximoffs (the PLEASE TAG THIS STUFF FOR RAMADAN op from a few pages back) and people were sending her anons calling her out for making all muslims seem weak and she backpedaled by saying "it's not for me it's for the teenagers who might have a harder time resisting temptation!"

i could eat that sliced pickled ginger you get when you order sushi all day

and mmm umeboshi

i hate that video/gif set of the golden eagle lying on its back

i know that i'm being this is not cute about it but that eagle is wide eyed, hyper alert, panting, and has its head feathers pinned back. that's all the signs of stress and it's probably too exhausted to struggle

you're not a mindreader, sometimes ppl are just hard to read

i can be overly sensitive and sense things that aren't there in social interactions

these soft oreos are not very good. i do not recommend

yeah i tried them once

mistake

ugh i hate starting a new antidepressant b/c they always give me the shits at first

what's wrong with this

why can't ppl just write a normal fanfiction about iruka being from fantasy okinawa instead of all this bullshit

deets

i just called my grandma biba accidentally lmao

y is it so hard 4 anyone on tumblr 2 apologize

like a whoopie pie?

now she's an honorary grandmanona