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tariqah

Ma-ia hi

Ma-ia ho

Ma-ia ha

Ma-ia ha ha

tariqah

alo

Salut

yuuri-akatsuki

sunt eu

un… haiduc???

wolfsteax

dont you sick fucks make me relive this

zanimez

SI TE ROG…. IUBIREA MEA PRIMESTE FERICIEEEEEAAAA

saipng

ALO?

Alo?

sunt eu

PICASSO

acidwaste

ti-am dat beep

si sunt voinic

iuuubire-deactivated20210607

Dar sa stii nu-ti cer nimic😂😂😂

VREI SA PLECI DAR

velvetrotangel

Nu mă, nu mă ieei

rrosetum

NU MĂ, NU MĂ IEI

contrainous

nu mă, nu mă, nu mă iei

acid-wash-and-lemonade

I have no idea what happened here

dangerbooze

Lucky bastard. It’s stuck in my head now

spelviin

CHIPUL TAU SI DRAGOSTEA DIN TEI

fifty-shades-of-umbridge

Mya mintesc day oki tay-yay

apartment-witch

am i having a stroke

walks-the-ages

What is this? What is this from? Why do thousands of people know what this is. Apparently it’s Romanian. What is it??

accessibleposts

They’re the lyrics to the song Dragostea Din Tei by Moldovan pop group O-zone. It was a very popular song in the early 2000s

cannabisexual

We’ve finally reached the point where the old memes are too old for today’s generation… Fs in the chat.

rescue-ram

For any wretched zoomers…one of the original viral videos aka the finest of vintage memes

tygermama

We must not despair as long as we are here, we can teach the children about the ancient texts

prismatic-bell

Listen, kinderlach.

If you want to know how widespread a meme this was, I was in college when it was a thing. I was taking a women’s choir, as required by my major.

MY ENTIRE CHOIR CONVINCED OUR PROFESSOR THIS WAS A “ROMANIAN FOLK SONG” AND WE PERFORMED IT. LIVE.

We literally did it as a joke. Because we knew most of our audience would be students from other classes who were required to attend for a grade.

I will forever treasure the looks on the faces, ranging from outrage to pure unabashed glee, that popped up when we hit that first “maya hii, maya hu …”

This was back when a meme could go on for weeks, if not months or even up to a year. (Caramelldansen was around even longer than that, but Caramelldansen is up there with the Rickroll as the spiders Georg of the meme world.) It was still considered “current” nine weeks after we talked the prof into doing it. EVERYONE KNEW IT. It was the perfect prank.

I kind of wonder how many of the people who attended still remember this.

brinconvenient

I am stunned to see this whole thread and not see the original meme video that really introduced this song to US audiences (or at least to everyone I know who was aware of it):

The oldest YouTube upload I can find has 48.8 million views at this time and is dated 2006 is because that’s when someone uploaded this video to YouTube because YouTube is younger than this video. The description to that upload says that a Guardian article FROM 2006 estimated that this video had been seen 700 million times at THAT time.

This video was passed around in emails and hosted on “homepages” and would take MINUTES to load. And it was worth every minute to see this young man, Gary Brolsma just fucking joyfully JAM OUT to this song (his upload of the video is embedded above to give him the views).

But dang, young folks, it took WORK to make something go viral in the Days of the Old Magic. Not just on the part of content producers (no one was a content producer yet, though) but also on the part of people sharing it. It was a wild, untamed time.

I’ve actually never even seen the official video before this thread. I love it. SO MUCH. I hope that John Ralphio knows how much whoever did the little animated segments is in love with him and I hope that the Tiny Twink knows how much whoever did the little animated segments hates him for existing so close to His Beloved John Ralphio. And also the other guy is there.

It’s incredible. Thank you for sharing that and bringing this joy back into my life.

fluffmugger

JSYK, Numa numa guy landed in September 2004, same year as the single, yes i saw it on IRC, yes i am old, off my lawn peasants.

chavisory

Anyway, super pissed off at all y’all who’ve been painting any casual, social relationship between minors and adults as “grooming” or “predatory,” as I try to point an 18-year-old on Twitter whose parents are attempting to force them into ABA therapy towards possible sources of help or support, and they say they have….zero safe adults in their life who are older than 18-20.

Folks. Unrelated, decent, older adults are a vital source of support and safety when someone’s family and school are unreliable or abusive.

There are different appropriate boundaries for friendships between kids and adults than between kids and other kids, but making kids believe that zero adults in their lives are safe to have as friends is not actually making them safer.

wizard0rb

and its free

strangehorse

clicking on ‘callout posts’ here is wild because there’s like, a 90% chance it’ll be something like ‘they once reblogged a post from someone who follows someone who drew amethyst as white’ and a 10% chance that it will be like ‘stole a human being’s kidney in an alleyway’

strangehorse

honestly though there is something very deeply and sincerely odd about making posts or google docs or entire blogs linking screenshots of every slightly questionable thing a person has ever said, sometimes stretching back to their early teenage years, and using this as a sign that they are a Deeply Bad Person and that anyone in their radius is tainted by being in their presence. like. this is abnormal behaviour, folks.

strangehorse

some of you will make post after post about the importance of kindness and community and then suicide bait someone for using a questionable word a decade ago when they were thirteen years old and i need you to understand that you are not the good guy in these interactions

spongebob-closeups

ninjagofan26

YOU CAN ONLY REBLOG THIS ONCE A YEAR

siowdreams

ive had this queued for exactly one year

superliminal-writing-deactivate

Ah yes gotta reblog.

tiktoks-repost

crap-userrname16

#ok ok that was p fuckin good man #slow clap it out

saxifraga-x-urbium

people never stop revealing depths of themselves as they get older. case in point: i have had three friends in their late 30s/early 40s come out as bi in recent years, one in the same age bracket has reached the conclusion that he’s ace (& is now way happier), & of course lots of people are having outbreaks of The Genders, so like… idk. you can’t just expect people to have everything nailed down and sorted the second they hit puberty or before? just because someone’s taken a while to get where they’re going doesn’t mean they don’t belong there.

elodieunderglass

I came out young&early, and as a result I have been lucky enough to feel as if the ENTIRE world has slowly Gayed around me

(at this point I realized I’d been drawing the flag upside down, but since none of these images get saved - just redrawn and copy/pasted - there was no going back)

I love & celebrate my friends but I’m not particularly an Elder Gay ™ ! I have no answers, I am just mildly tired always, it’s just that I was out first

anyway I expect the movement to continue

saxifraga-x-urbium

bringing this shit back for pride thanks and adding since i made the original post more of my ancient and elderly friends have come out as “fuck no, gender” in particular

leier-coyol

Pride theropods!

You can use them for icons, backgrounds, etc (no comercial use please) just give me credit :D

cretaceous-kid

reblogging cuz i’m also a non binary ceratosaurus

earthly--truth

Reactionaries are malding so hard over the blues clues pride parade that they had to make up that the MAP flag was secretly put in there.

This float represents the gender questioning flag

You can even see the distinction between the green and yellow.

I pointed this out to them, but they said it was a pedophile dogwhistle anyways. They don’t give a fuck.

Anyways, if you see posts like this going around, make sure to correct it. because its really shitty that this is circulating.

dragonhistorian

forever chasing the same high as watching yuri on ice live every week in 2016

#yoi

abessinier

Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience.

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

vesperlionheart

6. Content creators are not your parents and owe you nothing, not even a breakdown on why their content isn’t problematic. You don’t get to demand a dissertation denouncing any and everything unhealthy in a piece you don’t like. Move on.

summerpipedream

7. Tagging is a nicety but not an obligation. You can message people, politely, and ask them to tag things, and many people will, but understand that it’s their blog and they aren’t obliged to say yes. Unfollow and block when you need to. Circling back to number 1, you are responsible for curating your own experience.

8. Don’t be a jerk. Remember at the end of the day, there are actual living, breathing people behind each screen name. Don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to someone’s face in real life.

pixie-mage

I cannot stress enough how important it is to remember this.

wardenari

9. Respect others who set boundaries for themselves. Don’t create fake accounts to go around a block. Don’t harass someone who unfollows you. People do not owe you any explanation of why their boundaries are there but you DO owe them the decency of respecting them.

skulldread666

It’s just how it is 🤷🏽

thekhoolhaus

25 years ago an unknown Chinese protester stood in front of a tank in defiance of the government. No one knows the identity of the man but he was given the nick name “Tank Man”. This is one of the most iconic photographs of the century.

fluffynexu

It’s actually been 27 years now since the incident known as the Tiananmen Square Massacre occurred. The picture above, famously referred to as “The Tank Man” was actually taken on June 5, the day after the massacre. (Which honestly makes him the one of the bravest person, to go back and stand up to a regime after such a terrible event transpired)

So what happened? I’m gonna give the TL;DR version:

April 15, 1989. Hu Yaobang, a former Communist Party Chief dies.

Many people, including workers, laborer, students and some officials come to mourn. You see, those protestors were originally there to mourn, not protest.

Time passed and there were some hunger strikes, and protests, and a call for accountability and reform from the government.

Eventually, things went south, because the communist party doesn’t have time to deal with these sorts of “demands” and grievances.

Keep in mind, the people wanted not the end of the Communist Party, but for the party to stop with the official corruption, rule of law, and the gross monopoly of information and power.

Incidentally, China still suffers from all of these SAME problems to this day…

June 3, 1989. The massacre started at night to disperse the crowd. Many were shot, wounded, and killed.

June 4, 1989. Some of the parents of the protestors who never came home went looking for them. It was still total mayhem.

June 5, 1989. The iconic image of the tank man was taken. To this day, no one knows what became of this person.

Content Warning for video: blood

“Tell the world…”

I cannot stress how important it is that people remember and know about this event. Do you know how China responded? With lies and censorship.

Even now, in 2016, we do not have an official death toll on the Tiananmen Square Massacre, the Chinese government doesn’t even acknowledge the event as a “massacre”. And they weaves these cover stories of “counter revolutionaries trying to overthrow the government”. Therefore, the violence was necessary to ~protect~ the people. (Or some bullshit like that)

The amount of lying and censorship in China is, quite frankly, scary amazing. Tumblr, which somehow managed to fly under their radar, found itself being blocked in that country.

After all, tell a lie often enough and it becomes the truth.

And those who remember the incident in China? …………well, you tell me.

Please at least REMEMBER this tragedy. Untold innocent lives were lost, and a nation has been fed a lie for almost three decades now from their oppressive af regime.

learningtoacceptchange

I have never seen this video before.

What the fucking hell.

What the hell.

naanima

Tiananmen Square happened when I was seven, and let’s just say children have a really interesting way of interpreting information.

I just remember thinking it was a happy event, because all these people were out on the street, and at first the army were interacting with these people. And it almost looked like a festival because people were singing and talking, and hopeful. And then tv coverage for the events got cut off.

The blocking of the live coverage had all the adults anxious, nobody said anything for ages, I just remember my grandmother saying, “Just be glad your father isn’t in China, now.”

And that stuck with me to this day. Because yeah, if dad had been in China then he would have been in Beijing studying, he would have been on those streets with those other students.

It was the first time I knew that something horrible had happened to all those people I saw on the television. I don’t even remember how I knew that the army must have shot at the civilians, I just knew. Because when you grow up in China, especially in the 80s you knew there were things you don’t say, that you can’t express in a public forum, because that can get you and your family in trouble. You just knew, and it didn’t fucking matter if your were a child or an adult.

To this day I don’t remember how I found out what happened in Tiananmen Square, because the news covered it up, but people found out. My grandparents knew, my uncles and aunts knew. Extended family visited my grandparents, I remember people telling my mother not to mention my father’s name because my father was a Chinese Beijing University graduate, who had gone overseas. Because there were people who died in the protests that my dad knew.

And it was all just so frightening because nobody was telling me directly what was happening, but I just knew that all the people on the streets was probably dead.

Looking back on it, Tiananmen Square instilled in a me a life long distrust of governments, but especially the Chinese government. I’m ethnically Chinese but I never want to return to China, not even for a holiday, and this has been my attitude even before Xi Jinping took power. Because Tiananmen Square was a peaceful protest that ended up with the army using heavy artillery against their own people. How can you trust in a system, in a government like that? Because if my dad had delayed further studies overseas by two years he would have been one of those students, one of those fucking kids on the streets that would have died.

And you know, when the Umbrella movement was happening in Hong Kong I was deeply panicked and just anxious because I kept on thinking all those people, all those kids are going to be killed. And when that didn’t happen it was such a relief.

When I found out years later that Chinese people a few years younger than me didn’t know what happened in Tiananmen Square I was so fucking angry. I can’t even articulate the rage and the sheer tiredness of it all.

Dad and I talked about Tiananmen Square a few times through the years, broadly, politically, and at times with sheer rage on dad’s part. I don’t even know what I wanted to say, but just fuck this fucking regime.

potteresque-ire

I was In Hong Kong when Tiananamen Square Massacre happened. Hong Kong was still a British colony then and had full freedom of press, and its reporters were there recording live footage while trying to stay as long as possible when tanks rolled in and shots were fired, when students lay in blood and their fellow students piled the injured bodies on those wooden plank carts to get them to the hospitals, while asking the Hong Kongers who were there to support the movement to please remember that night and spread the story of the massacre far and wide, because they already knew they would be silenced, if not imprisoned or murdered.

That night, and in the upcoming months, Hong Kong was in perpetual tears, and in literal shock.

Hong Kongers were mostly Chinese, just south of the border with people traveling back and forth. It also shared a language, and so HKers could follow the whole movement and hear news that western media had little access to without the distorting effect of translations. And they followed very closely, because by then, Hong Kong was already scheduled to be returned to China in 8 years time. How the Chinese government dealt with the movement would be a sign of how it’d treat dissent, how it’d treat people who’re used to the idea and practice of freedom.

What they saw was deadly. Ugly. It broke the hearts of millions of Hong Kongers who trusted that The Chinese Government had left its Great Leap Forward, its Cultural Revolution days behind. Those who could leave, left. Everyday the airport was filled with families about to be torn apart, who decided to trade the life they had in one of the richest, most vibrant and freest city at the time with the unknown, just so their own children would have the freedom to speak their minds, to have a higher education and not to be seen as the enemy of the state because higher education always led to independent thinking, to questioning, to asking for a better government as those university students in Beijing in the spring and summer of 1989 did.

The heartbreak and fear was almost palpable in its intensity. Most HKers were refugees from China or 1st generation of them. Unlike the HK youths now protesting who are more generations removed, they felt much more connected to the people in China. They still saw themselves as Chinese, like those students in Beijing. They mourned. They cried and cried and cried. They wore black or white everyday like it was the death of their closest relatives. TV stations played these Tiananmen Square clips all day. I can still play many of them out of my memory, can still recite what the students and government officials said (for example, they didn’t use tear gas because they only had three), the songs played — I know every word of China’s national anthem for that reason; the students were singing it. They were patriotic. They demanded reforms because they wanted their country to do better. 8964 was and still is, etched in my psyche. It is just one of the long list of atrocities this government has done against its people, but this one, I was close enough to feel it.

China censored the June 4th Massacre quickly and thoroughly — if you believe China has censored queer material, for example, I’d say this — the extent of that censorship is not even close to what a true China censorship does. A true Chinese censorship is you can’t find the info, or a hint of that info anywhere. You can’t talk about it in a roundabout away. You can’t change some elements of time/place/person and pretend it’s fictional. It would literally ban the numbers 8,9,6,4 from search results, even though the searcher may really be just be interested in the numbers themselves. Whoever speaks of it may be sent to the police station for a “discussion”; their family would be sent, if the speaker is outside China; the speaker may be arrested, and may never be seen again.

The western worlds pretended to be enraged about the massacre for a while and soon forgot about it, kept its diplomatic relations with China and did business with its government as usual. UK returned Hong Kong to China as scheduled, on July 1st, 1997. The city has been the only place that insisted on the mourning the victims and had done so insistently, consistently for 30 years, holding a yearly candlelight vigil in Victoria Park until this year, when because of the protests, the Chinese government decided to not even pretend to honour the international treaty they signed that promised HK its freedom until 2047 anymore. They shut the vigil down in the name of the pandemic (there were <10 cases/day then). Still, some people risked being arrested to go to Victoria park and lit their candles.

The Chinese government fears HKers for this reason. They are outside their iron curtain / firewall but have always been close enough geographically, culturally and ethnically to know and more so, to care. And there’s nothing more a government like China’s fear than people who insist on remembering the truth. With the National Security Law in place in Hong Kong now, probably the yearly vigils can’t continue. To understand how insane that law is, by writing this reblog, by saying things that make you dislike the Chinese government, I’m already in violation of its Article 38. It doesn’t matter I’m writing it in a foreign country. It doesn’t matter I’m a foreign citizen. That law includes everyone on Earth.

Yes, that includes you. And you. And you. And you. They can arrest you for trying to overthrow the Chinese government if you pass the borders of Hong Kong.

Please help remember 8964 Tiananmen Square Massacre. That summer day, Beijing citizens asked Hong Kongers to please remember this event for them because they knew they wouldn’t be able to afford to remember it themselves. Now that Hong Kongers can’t afford to remember it anymore, I’m hoping that everyone who reads this to please remember it, for the students who perished only because they wanted their government to be better, for the Tank Man who, on his way home with his groceries, decided to stand in front of a tank all by himself because it was the right thing to do.

#do not forget.