I Don't Know How To Say This But If You See Something Get Called Russian Culture Maybe Double Check.

i don't know how to say this but if you see something get called russian culture maybe double check. many people online have no fucking clue how many things they claim as theirs that are simply not. this cultural erasing is a tool of genocide, because when you have no culture, you have no language, you have no nation. please fucking use your brain. i bet you a million dollars you've seen borshch (also spelled borscht) as a russian dish but it is literally one of our national dishes. look up the ems ukaz. the erasure of our culture isn't new so think for a second. did you know dostoyevskyy was ethnically ukrainian? what about gogol? what about ryepin? aivazovskyy was ukrainian with armenian roots. and yet they are all pillars of "russian art". do you get it yet? they ruined our lands, made the best education all russian, gave you rights and respect if you lived as a russian and they succeeded in it. these people are russian to history now, our culture is being erased and only we care

Next chapter to And will break what I need to break and But your sister is strong and rapid she's able to clean bare rocks

For @miracles-and-butterflies

Who am I if I won't give myself somewhere?

Isabela hadn't originally planned to check on Luisa even when the news of her waking up was broken out loud. What even she could say? They weren't close. Both too buried in their own ropes and the problems that came with it. And years passed like this. With them growing apart more and more until neither had an idea of a point when they could rebuild it. The new problem only made it worse. Luisa didn't just get a bruise or a splinter. Amputations weren't something that Encanto was used to. Such serious incidents were rare occasion. And while Mamá's food didn't have much effect in situation when flesh was completely severed, Isabela still could count people who lost a part of their limb (including Luisa) with the fingers of one hand.

Why hadn't Isabela done anything? If she o

got to the candle a second before, when her hift was working, Mirabel wouldn't end up inside. What if Isabela just got to Mirabel instead of aiming the roof for a candle. It Mirabel wasn't stuck in the middle of ruining Casita, Luisa wouldn't have to run into collapsing building to save her. It all was avoidable. But their roles pushed them to act this way. And they couldn't fix it.

Isabela still remembered how terror ate up her soul, digesting it into dark abyss. When she could only stare at both of her hermanitas nearly dying. When a giant towers fell on them. Crushing against the ground. (For a second she could swear she heard barely audible gutwretching yell) And then it was in ruins. She saw the blood leaking from underneath the rock next to Luisa. A red stain on the ground. And when they moved the rock enough to see dead flesh. It was strange to see Luisa's strong arm so lifeless. Unattached to its place but compressed and snapped again and again.

Isabela had to swallow the bile and act unbothered. Heavens knew she was in the better position than either of her sisters. She wasn't at the brink of death. And with their parents constantly making sure Luisa was alive amd Mirabel quietly hiding away, Isabela didn't knlw what to do. For the first time in forever she didn't have anyone to give her orders. Of how to act and what to think. And her acting skills weren't prepared to this occasion.

But, even if Isabela didn't plan on visiting Luisa, she still found herself in the hospital. Shifting her foot in front of the creaking door. Almost breathless. But no, she had to see Luisa. Even if she was afraid. Of facing her. Facing the guilt she felt. For allowing her sisters to be hurt.

"Hey, Luisa?" She whispered, peeking inside.

The yonger sister sat, dangling her legs off the hospital bed. Her only hand squeezed the air in a ring. She looked up, instantly pulling away. "Uhm.. Hi?" She muttered, eyetwitching.

Isabela stared ar it, narrowing her brows in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Luisa replied way too

fast. "What are you doing in here?"

Isabela purced her lips, trying not to look at the rest of the ripped off arm. She wasn't ready to face it. (Could she prevent it from happening?) "Just checking on you. How are you doing?"

Luisa groaned, pushing herself back. "I'm fine." She looked at the window, avoiding Isabela's face.

Isabela raised and eyebrow. She really doubted that Luisa was fine. Not like she could blame her. Isabela doubted she would be too happy to talk with in Luisa's place either. Especially taking a complete lack of relationship with eachother. "What are you doing in here anyway? Must be boring being locked like this."

"I'm trying to find my arm." Luisa replied before she could even think of it.

Isabela couldn't say anything. Shit.

"I doubt.. that you can.."

Luisa's hand clenched into a fist. "I do. I still.... I can feel it! I can... I couldn't lost my limb!" She shook her head, almost jumping from her place. "I couldn't..."

Isabela sat next by her sister, petting her shoulder. What else could she say? Witnessing Luisa like this wasn't something she was prepared to.

"I'm strong..." Luisa breathed out, taking Isabela's arm, making the older woman wince. Staring at her in despair "How the hell am I supposed to protect the family if I haven't protect myself? I just....I couldn't actually be hurt. It's some mistake. I swear."

Is this thing happens to anyone else? When click the new icon in the app?

If anyone has requests either for snippets or just questions about headcanons (or your own headcanons you want to share) feel free to share

Saw a video of cherry varenyky (Ukrainian dumplings) served with sour cream (traditional way to eat it). And non-Ukrainians in the comments think that it's someone messing up a recipe or something 😭 when Ukrainians and a lot of other Eastern Europeans eat everything with sour cream. And I mean EVERYTHING. Sweet or savory dumplings, soup and borscht, deruny (hashbrowns), salads, crepes....