#serbian lit

[mayhem-things]

Euronymous x reader / Movie night

Euro and Y/N watch a horror movie until he suggests recreating one of the scenes.

SMUT

(1561 words)

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Øystein sat on his black leather couch, his arm wrapped around her slender figure. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. They had been arguing for what felt like an eternity, going back and forth about spending more time together. After much deliberation, Øystein finally agreed to meet up, but with a condition - a movie night of his choosing.

Her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension, reluctantly accepted his terms. She had already seen 'a Serbian film' he suggested, and their differing perspectives on the movie made it a controversial choice. 

Y/N understood the film's true irony, recognizing it as a provocative work meant to disturb and challenge its viewers. However, for Euronymous, it was a dark masterpiece of raw emotion, an exploration of hate and lust that fascinated him.

Sitting side by side, their attention fixated on the screen, Y/N became engrossed as the scene unfolded. The protagonist, drugged and disoriented, found himself in a sterile white room with a simple bed. A girl lay motionless on the bed, and he was instructed to perform unspeakable acts with her. The reader, feeling uneasy and finding the scene tasteless, requested to skip it. However, Øystein leaned forward, urging her to be quiet, his eyes locked onto the screen. She sighed, crossing her arms and leaning against the couch, her gaze wandering aimlessly around the room.

When the scene concluded, Euronymous  stole a glance at her, a certain satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. It was a look that stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation within her. His voice, low and suggestive, broke the silence.

"We should try that

"

he whispered, his words laced with an unsettling intensity.

"Are you insane, Øystein? I'm not planning to get killed"

 she responded, her annoyance palpable at the audacity of his suggestion.

He chuckled softly, his arm tightening around her as he reassured her.

"Without the killing part, babe"

he said, his voice tinged with a mischievousness that both intrigued and frightened her. She hesitated, weighing the risks and consequences in her mind. Her eyes locked with his, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, his cold fingers slid down her shoulder, tracing a path along her arm until he found her hand, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. The chill of his touch mirrored the icy aura he exuded, causing her hairs to stand on end and goosebumps to form all over her body.

Caught in the intensity of the moment, almost entranced, she nodded, her decision made. Øystein rose from the couch, pulling her up with him, their hands still entwined. He led her to the bedroom, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in the air as they ventured into uncharted territory together.

To her surprise, Øystein opened the nightstand drawer and revealed a pair of handcuffs. The glimmer in his eyes hinted at his eagerness to use them, to bind her hands behind her back. Before Y/N could utter a comment or express her surprise, his lips crashed onto hers, sealing them in a passionate kiss that mirrored their deepest desires. The intensity of the moment engulfed them, drawing them further into the realm of lust and longing.

Their breaths mingled, growing heavier with each passing second, only parting their mouths briefly to steal a much-needed gasp of air. Øystein's slender, pale hand traced a path down her body, his fingertips leaving a trail of anticipation along her skin. With a deliberate motion, he reached the end of her shirt, pulling it up and over Y/N's head, revealing her to him in all her beauty. For a fleeting moment, he paused, his gaze drinking in the sight of her exposed torso, his mind filled with aching arousal.

Their hearts pounded in perfect synchrony as Euronymous pulled her waist closer to him, their chests colliding with an electric surge of desire. The fervor between them intensified with each passing moment, their mouths hungrily exploring one another as the layers of clothing were shed and tossed haphazardly onto the ground.

Øystein's voice, husky and filled with command, instructed her, 

"Arch your back and let me take care of the rest." 

Yielding to his dominance, Y/N complied, lying on the bed in a position of vulnerability, fully exposed to his penetrating gaze. The cold metal of the handcuffs encircling her wrists sent a shiver through her body, raising goosebumps on her skin, but it only served to heighten the sensations coursing through her.

The room was enveloped in an air of raw passion and unspoken desires as Øystein hovered over her, his eyes filled with an intoxicating mix of power and reverence. With deliberate and deliberate movements, he explored her body, his hands tracing every curve, every dip, every cuts and every contour, igniting sparks of pleasure along their path. His lips followed suit, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and teasing nips, stoking the flames of desire within her.

The symphony of their moans and whispers filled the room, becoming a chorus of their shared ecstasy. Bound by desire and the constraints of the handcuffs, Y/N surrendered herself completely to the pleasure that Øystein evoked within her.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. They were consumed by the powerful magnetism that drew them together, lost in a realm of sensuality and vulnerability. Nothing else mattered except for the intoxicating union of their bodies, entangled in a dance of passion and surrender.

Øystein continued his teasing exploration, his lips ghosting along the curves of her spine, igniting a trail of electric sensations that intensified her lust with each lingering kiss. Her body ached for his touch, craving the moment when he would finally enter her. Aware of the desperate longing etched across her frame, he reveled in the power he held over her and cruelly took his time, savoring the anticipation.

As her desire reached its crescendo, nearly pushing her to the point of begging, Øystein abruptly seized her bound wrists, pressing her into the softness of the pillows and lifting her hips to meet his own. With a deliberate slowness, his finger traced the outer contours of her vulva, registering how wet and ready she already was for him. The sight of her defenseless and vulnerable body, arching and yearning for him, caused his own arousal to surge, his length growing impossibly harder.

A whimper escaped Y/N's lips, a plea forming on her tongue as she implored him, 

"Please, fuck me. I beg you, please."

Those words proved to be his undoing. Unable to resist her fervent entreaty, Øystein yielded to his primal desires, plunging his throbbing length inside her with a raw roughness that sent a mutual moan rippling through the air. The initial pain of being stretched to accommodate his size mingled with a pleasurable ache, intensifying the intimate connection they shared. Y/N reveled in the sensation, the fusion of pain and pleasure, wanting the ecstasy to stretch on endlessly.

Pausing for a brief moment, Øystein fought to regain control over his insatiable lust, his body trembling with the effort. Gradually, he began to move his hips, establishing a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. Y/N's own instincts took over, her every motion harmonizing with his, yearning for more intensity, for the unyielding union of their beings.

Their movements grew rougher and more intense with each passing thrust, their bodies locked in a primal rhythm of pleasure and need. Moaning and groaning words escaped Øystein's throat, his voice filled with a raw urgency.

"I'm gonna cum."

Those words sent an indescribable surge of arousal coursing through Y/N's veins. Eager to amplify the pleasure, she pressed her hips against him with greater force, their connection becoming even more intense. He filled her completely, his length seemingly molded perfectly for her, erasing any coherent thought from her mind. The sensations overwhelmed her, rendering her unable to hold back the symphony of moans and heavy breaths that spilled from her lips.

With each deep and powerful thrust, Øystein claimed her completely, their bodies melding in a crescendo of ecstasy. He became noticeably louder, the intensity of their union pushing him to the edge of control. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he released his climax with one last forceful thrust, emptying himself deep inside her. His grip tightened on her hips, ensuring she wouldn't move further, the need to prolong their shared pleasure driving him to restrain her.

Y/N could feel his length twitching inside her, his cum sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her. 

Seconds later, his grip loosened, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as his chest rose and fell with the return of a normal heart rate. After he withdrew from her, the click of the handcuffs opening reverberated through the room, freeing her wrists. The cuffs had left faint pink marks on her soft skin, but it was a trivial concern amidst the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

As they lay intertwined, their bodies basking in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking, Øystein broke the silence with a suggestion.

"We should have nights like this more often," he said, his voice laced with a hint of longing and satisfaction.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her own desire echoing his sentiment. In that moment, they both knew that this night had ignited a flame that would burn brighter and more passionately with each encounter, a connection that they yearned to explore further in the depths of their desires.

#mayhem #black metal #euronymous #fan fic stuff #fan fiction #fanfic #oystein aarseth #lord of chaos #depressing shit #depressiv #smut

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET THIRTEEN - ROUND TWO - MATCH ONE

"Deimos" (2015 - Dragan Bibin) / "Prudence" (? - Drew Riley)

DEIMOS: The lighting! The body language! The uncertainty of what is or isn't there!! What does the dog know that we, the viewer, don't?? It makes me insane but in the best way. (piratedllama)

PRUDENCE: The main part of this painting I love is her expression. I feel like it captures so perfectly an Emotion I can’t even begin to put into words. I could look at her face for hours and still see new details that add more depth to the expression. 

The lighting is gorgeous, and the way she’s lit from behind adds this ethereal glow that I love. The sky over her shoulder is so beautiful!

To me, this painting perfectly encapsulates the feeling of going through a completely ordinary, unremarkable day, and suddenly having a moment of clarity. You feel so aware of your surroundings, and everything becomes surreal and dreamlike. I struggle to put it into words, but it’s all there in this painting. (anonymous)

("Deimos" is a 2015 oil on panel painting by Serbian painter Dragan Bibin. It measures 24x30 cm (9.5x11.8 in) and is part of a set.

"Prudence" is a piece done for Gender Portrait Series by Drew Riley, and is about the artist's transition.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw eye contact

[scotianostra]

On May 10th 1850 Thomas Lipton, founder of the Lipton's grocery chain was born in Glasgow.

Before the big supermarkets took over we lhad ots of wee ones, every street had a Liptons, or a Galbraith even a Templetons!

Liptons was one of the originals started by a guy from Glasgow who built an empire and the tea brand still bares his name.

Born in a tenement flat in Crown Street, the Gorbals, Liptons parents were Irish and had left the Emerald Isle during the potato famine, the smallholding their family had farmed on for generations no longer viable they settled in Glasgow. 'Tommy' Lipton was educated at St. Andrew's Parish School close to Glasgow Green and by the time Tommy was 12 his parents had a shop in the street they lived selling ham, butter, and eggs. It was with the aim of supplementing his parents' limited income that Thomas Lipton left school at the age of thirteen and found employment as a printer's errand boy, and later as a shirtcutter. He also enrolled at a night school, the Gorbals Youth's School, during this period. He then found work as a cabin boy a steamer running between Glasgow and Belfast and was captivated by life aboard the ship and the stories told by sailors who had traveled to the US After being let go by the steamer company, Lipton quickly used the wages he had saved to purchase passage on a ship bound for the U.S., where he would spend five years working and traveling all over the country.

Back in Scotland on his 21st birthday, In 1871 Lipton opened his firstown shop at 101 Stobcross Street in Glasgow. In the heart of industrial Glasgow, full of smoke and fog, the shop was said to be so brightly lit that at night it became a beacon in the street. Goods were stacked in the American fashion, not for the convenience of the proprietors, but with the purpose of catching the customers’ attention. Lipton used another selling technique learned from his time in the States and from his Mother's shop.

When his parents had opened their small shop, Mrs. Lipton, rather than deal with middlemen at the markets, dealt directly with the farmers of her homeland. Lipton followed this example. He bought his bacon, eggs, butter and other produce directly from Irish farmers. The firm traded as a supermarket until 1982 when another group bought the shops that were to become Presto’s, the decision was made as they wanted to solely concentrate on the Tea business which it does to this day, in 2009 Lipton received a Corporate Green Globe Award for its work with the Rainforest Alliance.

As well as the tea and the shops but Lipton was also a keen sailor, he holds a place in the America’s Cup heart as being the most reliably consistent and deftly congenial loser. Five times he challenged for the Cup, five times being defeated. Despite his best laid plans and momentous effort to win the cup, the tea magnate simply didn’t cut the mustard. Nonetheless, he did have a penchant for beautiful boats. His last challenger, Shamrock V, never really stood a chance of winning the race but it did win marks for pure beauty. His well-publicised efforts to win the cup, which earned him a specially designed cup for “the best of all losers”, and also made his tea famous in the United States.

During the first world war Thomas Lipton helped organisations of medical volunteers. He placed his yachts at the disposal of the Red Cross, the Scottish Women's Hospitals Committee of Dr. Elsie Inglis, the Serbian Supporting Fund, etc., for the transport of medical volunteers (doctors and nurses) and medical supplies. Not content with just allowing his boats to be used he also took a keen interest in the work of Elsie Inglis and the womans hospital, visiting Serbia, where he insisted on humble lodgings and was renowned for his humility and modesty. .In addition to visiting many hospitals, where he encouraged doctors, nurses and soldiers, he found time to attend traditional fairs and to take a part in blackberry gathering and fishing. Sir Thomas Lipton was proclaimed an honorary citizen of the city of Niš.

Lipton even made the cover of Time magazine during 1924. He was knighted in 1901. Sir Thomas Lipton passed away on 2nd October 1931 in London and is buried alongside his parents and siblings in Glasgow's Southern Necropolis, his grave, like the man himself, a humble, simple understated affair, he bequeathed the majority of his fortune to his native city of Glasgow, including his yachting trophies, which are now on display at the Kelvingrove Gallery.

#scotland #scottish #grocer #tea merchant #sailor #philanthropist #glaswegian #history

[whowantsnachos]

Strawberry Champagne

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Original Fem!Character (or you can insert yourself if you want)

Summary: After Madripoor, Zemo thinks Lydia should stop drinking. This is the result. (set post episode 3 FATWS)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Lydia, my character, has like this fire magic thing that HYDRA implanted in her. She has a lot of scars because of all of the experiments and the injections, but she covered them all after she got out with different tattoos. Another thing, her hair does this thing where streaks of it will turn into like a brighter red / ginger than her regular hair color [kinda like Tonks is a good way to describe it] when her body temperature goes up. The language that is occasionally spoken is Serbian, but it’s supposed to be Sokovian, and I heard they were similar. Anyways, feedback and stuff is always accepted, given this is the first thing I wrote officially. Enjoy!

Lydia was sitting in bed, wearing an oversized Metallica hoodie with her knees close to her chest. Her dull, red hair was a mix of slightly messy and living hell. She thought about everything she had just witnessed in the past couple of hours with one arm wrapped around her legs and the other holding champagne. Lydia sat in the same position for about an hour or two, either thinking, spacing out or drinking. A sudden knock on her door made her jump in surprise.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” she heard Zemo ask on the other end.

“Um, yeah, sure,” she said quietly.

He opened the door and stepped inside. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock seeing her so distraught.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m over the moon,” she said sarcastically.

“I apologize, I probably should have warned you ahead of time what we were getting into.”

“Yeah, you think? I can’t really blame you though, I should’ve expected all of that. I mean, it’s you, Sam, and Bucky, how could it have been any different? Anyway, it’s more my fault for agreeing to get into all of this shit again.”

“It’s not-”

“No, wait, that’s right! It's not my fault. It’s you three that dragged me back into this shitfest. Why am I blaming myself? I guess I agreed… regardless! Why am I the one to fix your guys’ messes, huh?”

“Ok, that’s enough champagne,” Zemo said as he grabbed the glass from her, sensing her getting mad.

“I wasn’t done with that yet,” she said sternly, reaching for the glass.

“Yes. You were.”

Lydia glared at him, and Zemo rolled his eyes out of annoyance, grabbing the champagne bottle from the side table next to her. He went into the bathroom and poured the rest of it into the sink.

“Why do you have to ruin my fun all of the time?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Zemo raised his eyebrow and said, “I’m not. I just think you would rather not have a hangover first thing in the morning.”

“How would you know? Tomorrow hasn’t happened yet,” Lydia cockily stated.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you’re trustworthy now?”

Zemo gave her a death stare and Lydia looked down, realizing she might’ve hit a nerve.

“Sorry,” she murmured, playing with the edge of her sleeve.

Zemo softened his gaze a little and leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. He noticed the tattoos near her wrist, each one a different pattern or idea than the other.

“What are those for?”

Lydia quickly put her sleeve back down and said, “Nothing.”

Zemo titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her but shrugged it off.

“Where did you find that champagne?” he asked.

“Um, I may or may not have stolen it from that club...”

Zemo’s face lit up in amusement, and he asked, “You stole two thousand dollar champagne?”

“Possibly,” Lydia said with a smirk.

“Impressive.”

“I can be spectacular sometimes.”

Zemo laughed breathly but didn’t say anything. Lydia wanted to thank him for helping her out when the shooting broke out, but she didn’t know if now would be the appropriate time or not.

Well, it couldn't hurt.

“Um, I wanted to thank you. For helping me out back there. It really means a lot to me, I mean, I know that I’m not your favorite person in the world, but-”

“What gives you that impression?” Zemo asked.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’ve shut down half of the ideas I had about how we were going to execute Madripoor, and look where we ended up!”

“I knew it better than you did.”

“Apparently not! We could’ve died, Helmut.”

“If we would have done it your way, that fate would have been met sooner.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And neither do you,” Zemo responded.

Lydia cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. Raising her eyebrows at Zemo, she went into the bathroom to grab something from under the sink. Lydia also noticed that some streaks of her hair lit up, but she hoped that he hadn’t noticed.

“What are you doing?” Zemo asked.

She answered him by holding up another bottle of champagne with a strained smile on her face as she was walking out of the bathroom. As she was about to open the bottle, Zemo grabbed it and put it on the bathroom counter. Lydia gave him a mock pouty look, and he rolled his eyes.

“You need to stop drinking, I’m serious. You giving me that look isn’t helping you,” he said.

“You sure?” she asked as she emphasized her look.

“Lydia. I’m serious.”

Her ears burned at the way that he had said her name, and she could only pray that her hair hadn’t betrayed her now. 

“And,” Zemo continued, “For the record, I don’t hate you or anything like that. To be honest, you’re the only one I can stand out of the ones I’ve met.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow slightly, and he quickly added, “Not that you’re the best of the worst, it’s just, how should I put this… I guess it’s more around the lines of ‘you’re smart and they’re not.’”

“Wow, harsh,” Lydia said with an amused look on her face.

“Well, it’s true,” Zemo said with a smirk on his face. 

“Well, if I’m so smart, then that means… my plan was the best.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

Lydia rolled her eyes playfully at him and walked back into the bathroom, but Zemo stopped her by closing the door halfway.

“Lydia,” he said with a warning tone.

Now, Lydia could see her hair quickly turn into a brighter red color, and she cursed herself in her head silently, hoping he didn’t notice, but she wouldn’t bet on it.

“Does your hair always do that?”

God damn it.

“Do what?”

“Change color like that when your name is said.”

“Um, no. Not to my knowledge, no,” 

Zemo narrowed her eyes at her while his attention seemed to turn to her hair. Lydia felt slightly embarrassed by his staring, but this only led to it turning brighter again. He smiled a little and said, “It’s a nice color; it suits you.”

She could feel her face burning mainly out of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t describe. Lydia jumped a little when she felt Zemo touch her arm. She felt her skin burn up, and he said, “I apologize, but I recognize this one.”

Zemo went to touch her arm again, but before he did, he asked, “May I?”

Lydia nodded, and he lifted her sleeve, intently scanning the dragon on her forearm. He carefully traced the outline of it, and Lydia felt her skin heat up with each trail he left. The way that he was looking at her tattoo sent shivers down her spine, but surprisingly, it was a nice feeling, considering she hasn’t felt anything cool in a long time.

“Змај,” (“Zmaj,”) Zemo whispered.

“What?”

“Змаj, correct?”

Lydia nodded, and Zemo hummed, “Yeah, I remember that story. My parents used to tell me that all the time.”

“My parents weren’t into the whole legend thing, they always said it was just a bunch of lies people tell to poison our minds, but I have heard it a few select times.”

“Your parents were quite the people, huh?” He laughed.

She laughed with him and said, “Yeah, they were definitely something, alright.”

“Well,” Zemo started as his hand traced bits and pieces of her tattoos before stopping at the palm of her hand, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers. “They raised well.”

Damn you.

She felt her skin heating up with every second, but she tried to contain it as much as she could. She looked over at the bathroom mirror that was mostly covered by the door, but she could see that dozens of streaks of her hair were lit up bright orange like crazy. He glanced back at her hair, and his smirk grew.

“Does it usually change when people touch you as well?”

“A-again, not to my knowledge, no.”

Zemo hummed again and began tracing the tattoos on her other arm before grabbing her other hand and running his thumb over her wrist. He carefully moved his hands up her forearms, tracing the shapes of her tattoos more fully this time, while pulling her closer to him. Lydia’s heart picked up even faster, not that she knew how that was possible. To her, it felt like they’d been spending an eternity standing in the doorway, but at the same time, it felt like no time had passed at all.

“Lydia?”

She took a breath in, and looked up at him, asking, “Yeah?”

It wasn’t until that moment that she realized how close they were to each other. Zemo’s breath lightly fanned her face, and his hands let go of her arms, slowly wrapping them around her waist instead. Lydia swallowed discreetly from his stare, and Zemo tilted his head to the left slightly and smirked at her.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“N-no, why would you? I could beat your ass into next year if I wanted to, what would I have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I’m sure your hair doesn’t light up around other people every time you stand next to them, or they talk to you.”

He pulled her closer and leaned his head down just enough so that he was only inches away from her face. 

“Unless… it’s something else that makes your hair light up whenever I'm around.”

After he said that, he backed up a little and looked at her hair. Several streaks of it were brightening up, lightly illuminating the aura around her head. He smiled and laughed lightly through his nose.

“If I remember correctly, ‘Miss Vesta’s abilities cause her physical appearance to change as well. Her hair will change into different shades if she has any sort of strong emotions, including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, and attraction.’ Does that sound right?”

Lydia squinted at him in confusion, and Zemo chuckled, saying, “SHIELD’s not very good at hiding things like they think they are.”

Lydia sighed and looked to her right and then down at her feet.

“So, again, I must ask,” he started. “Lydia…”

He removed one hand from her waist and lifted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Do I make you nervous?”

Lydia licked her lips and said, “...no.”

Zemo leaned in closer, guiding her face to his slowly. He stopped centimeters before her face, just like before, and she could smell his expensive cologne radiating off of him.

“Are you sure? Your skin is burning.”

‘Копиле.’ (‘Bastard.’)

“Maybe I shouldn’t-“

“Ох, забога.” (“Oh, for God’s sake.”)

Lydia put her hand in the back of his neck, pulled him down, and their lips met. Zemo’s grip on her waist tightened, and moved his hand from her chin to the side of her face, the extreme heat of her skin slightly burning his hand. He furrowed his brow and backed her up onto the doorway, allowing him to close any distance between them. The smell of strawberry champagne intoxicated his senses, and he couldn’t get enough of her. 

Lydia could feel every part of her body start on fire, whether she knew that’s what was actually happening to her or not. Her heart felt like it skipped ten beats at once, and heat filled her chest. She felt magnetized to him, and every break for a quick breath of air filled her with a sense of longing for more. Lydia thought her knees were going to collapse from underneath her, and she was grateful for the doorway behind her. She felt ripples of chills go up her spine for the second time that day, and the sensation of his thumb grazing her cheek only made it harsher. She felt her fingers become white hot, and she quickly retracted her hand to his shoulder, not wanting to burn him. She felt every bone and muscle in her body become the same temperature, and she felt the texture of the material of his shirt change. She removed his hand from her cheek and pulled away from him, catching her breath.

“I-I’m sorry. My skin… I can’t-”

Zemo shrugged and said, “To be honest, I never liked this shirt anyways.”

“No, you don’t understand, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Zemo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows quickly. He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, taking out the pair of gloves he was wearing earlier that day and putting them on. After he did that, he put his hands up and smiled at her.

Lydia lightly laughed and said, “I appreciate the gesture, but that’s not gonna do you much good. I’ll just burn-”

Zemo cut her off by saying, “I’ll take that chance.”

He kissed her gently, not wanting to make her skin burn back up again.

A sudden knock at her door caused Lydia to jump and separate from him, turning her head towards her door.

“Lydia? We need to discuss the plan for tomorrow. Have you seen Zemo anywhere?” Bucky asked through her door.

Lydia turned back towards him with a devilish look on her face. She whispered, “Play along,” and quickly pushed him away from her, a glare forming on her face.

“Yeah, he’s trying to steal my champagne.”

Bucky opened the door to the pair glaring at each other with murderous intent.

“You mean, I’m trying to take away the champagne that you stole from the club,” Zemo quickly countered, getting the message.

“Well, it’s mine now, isn’t it?”

“Alright! Look, she can keep the champagne, it doesn’t matter,” Bucky said.

“James, that was worth probably around two thou-“

“I don’t care,” Bucky said while giving Zemo a death stare before continuing. “We don’t have time for this anyway. We have to figure out the plan for tomorrow, come on.”

He left the room, and Lydia turned towards Zemo, raised her eyebrows, and dramatically put her hand out. He rolled his eyes and took the champagne bottle off of the counter and gave it to her.

“You’re only getting this because he likes you more than me.”

“And who’s fault was that?” Lydia retorted.

Zemo gave her an annoyed look as she laughed, and they both walked out of the room.

#marvel #mcu #helmut zemo #falcon and winter soldier #imagines #original work #baron helmut zemo #zemo fanfic #tfatws #helmut zemo x original character #helmut zemo x reader #original characters #original female character #bucky barnes #bucky makes his grand debut #zemo is soft #but he’s still a smug bitch #fire magic #serbian language #daniel brühl

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 3.3, Continued: A fire dance, a limp wrist, a phallic sword, and Balkan beefcake

 

Cousins' Afternoon:  The Gemstone siblings and their partners sit on cabana chairs, insulting their cousins, the Montgomery boys,  while they swim in the trout pond.   Kelvin lays on the femme stereotyping, even flashing a limp wrist.  This will be important later.

Keefe, who of course looks at men's crotches a lot, points out that Cousin Karl has a lot of pubic hair.  Kelvin quips "Looks like he's got a chinchilla up there!"  It sounds like he is making a mean joke to draw attention away from his interest in what men really have up there.

The Fire Dance: For their entertainment, Keefe performs a highly erotic fire dance in the waning light, near a path lit by a thousand fires.  I am reminded of Coleridge's "Kublai Khan":

A savage place! as holy and enchanted as e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted by a man wailing for his demon lover.

Keefe here is the demon lover, pure erotic energy, offering his mouth, butt, and penis simultaneously. He is the new Messiah of Muscle, rejecting cozy, tepid phileo, friendship, for the eros, erotic desire, that promises ecstasy or damnation.

Early in the episode, Kelvin couldn't admit that they were lovers. Now Demon Keefe shows him that they are.   He has never been sure if his desire for Keefe will lead him to heaven or hell.  Now he knows -- both. 

Background note: The dark, disturbing music playing is "Balkan Sex God" from A Serbian Film, 2010, which regularly appears on lists of "the most disturbing films of all time."  It features Srđan Todorović as a retired porn actor drawn into starring in a snuff film. 

Cousins' Evening:  A huge dining hall, with the family and cousins using just one table, Keefe and Kelvin sitting across from each other instead of side by side!  Why does the staging back off from depicting them as a couple?

Kelvin pours on the femme stereotypes thickly, limping his wrists constantly as if he's in a 1920s pansy act, and coincidentally or not puts his "wedding ring" on full display.

Uncle Baby Billy pretends he's the host of his Bible Bonkers game show, where families compete at Bible trivia. He goes around the table and asks  each of the "contestants" their name and what they do for a living.  The Montgomery boys work in landscaping.  Then it's Keefe's turn.  He is ready to speak, but Baby Billy skips him with a rude "nuh-huh," angering him.  But it's not a homophobic snub: Baby Billy skips over BJ, too: "You ain't family."  Only born Gemstones count. 

Next it's "the weirdo boy with the puffy muscles," the second and last reference to Kelvin's physique this season, and maybe a euphemism for "gay." But Kelvin refuses to participate. 

Lick his what?: Jesse and Cousin Chuck pair off for a question from Genesis 40, where Joseph, in prison, interprets the dreams of the Pharaoh's butler and baker.  It should be familiar even to non-Evangelical viewers from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat,  but Jesse gets the answer wrong.  The trivia contest devolves into a knife fight, which ends when Cousin Karl begins choking.  Everyone rushes to help.  Jesse yells "Heimlich his ass!"

Keefe asks "Lick his what?" Of course he has misunderstood, but the line emphasizes the interest in backsides that he has displayed all season.  

You never disappoint:  As he evening ends, Amber and Jessie offer to give the Montgomery Boys a ride home, identifying them as friends.

 Then we see three couples heading home. 

 First Baby Billy and Tiffany.  They decide to stop on the way to have sex, followed by waffles. 

Next, Kelvin and Keefe.  Kelvin praises Keefe's sausage dip and fire dance, and gives him some loving glances.  Keefe raises his phallic swords from their hilt, suggesting arousal, while the darkness surrounding them makes the scene very intimate.  When Kelvin says "You never disappoint," it is nearly the equivalent to "I love you," as well as a precursor to what will happen in the next episode.

Then BJ and Judy hug while singing "Gonna have some hot sex tonight."   

The couples are presented in parallel.  Although Kelvin and Keefe don't mention sexual activities, they are bookended by couples who do, making it obvious that they, too, will be "having some hot sex tonight."  The marital problems are over, for the time being. The end. 

The full review, with nude photos and explicit sexual references, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #tony cavalero #adam devine #bj barnes #Judy Gemstone #Chuck Montgomery #Robert Oberst #Balkans #Fire Dance

[captainlastrange]

The Best Use of a Lovely Night

What was she calling herself for this mission again? Serbian? Cyan? Scylla! That’s right! That’s it.

Scylla took a deep breath of the night air, lazily flying circles around the targeted manor She to mental notes of the rotation, those that were coming in and out, how as the night progressed all that was left were the guards, and last-minute mental stock of her supplies. She remembered all the people who were required to die no matter what. Not that anyone would make it out anyway.

She loved nights like this. 

After weeks of what felt like failing upwards, covering for dumbass employees' mistakes, and dealing with ignorant clients, she was already in desperate need of something to destress. How lucky was she for a job like this to fall so graciously in her lap? A job that was more than fine with total annihilation. 

If her luck actually remained this constant then she might start praying, she snorted to herself. 

Never a chance in hell. The gods had never been with her. She will never be there for them.

She did one more lap before deciding it was time for her fun start, she was starting to get hungry. Plus this might be her only night off for who knows how long. She pulled out her bow and her precoated arrows and waited for a while, waiting for the guards to fall into place like the good little lambs they are.

She was going to eat so well tonight.

With the skill that only came from years of agonizing training, she struck. Thirteen men and women died. None never seeing her or having a moment to think of any last words to spew in the night air. She didn’t bother moving any of them as she moved on to the next phase. She laid explosives around the perimeter and extra on the door just for fun. She lead the extended fuse into the wood and lit it. She jetted off as far as she could get. She wanted to watch this place burn, not get caught up in the blast radius.

Here would lie, Sir Donavin and his family. His wife, three children, his four brothers, their broad, and an elderly mother and father. Some of them were mages of some sort, most were brokers and dealers of some type.

From what her intel stated and from what she had picked up herself, they are a powerful family. Old money, good connections, and they were very proud of that fact. Unfortunately, that has made them some enemies. Hell, if this contact hadn’t come in when it did and Scylla need to cut loose as much as she did, she might have tried to become allies with them. 

“Shame really,” She grinned.

She, thankfully, didn’t have to wait long for the explosions to go off. Her grin only widen as her bombs wreaked havoc on the manor. The mess of ash was worth its weight in gold and the numerous screams and the sound of the blast itself were music to her ears. The walls burst apart and the fire spread quickly. She was sure the bombs got a fair few of them, but she inwardly cheered as stragglers started rushing out.

Good. They weren’t as fragile as she feared. This was going to be fun. There were even some guards left! Perfect! She put up her bow and started diving down, she didn’t mind dealing with everyone else by hand. She didn’t even care if the fire destroyed her invisibility.

Once she came in closer to the first guard. Some poor man who just finished patting down the fire, she felt her teeth sharpen. Scylla took advantage of his distracted state and tore out his throat. The man’s dying screams quickly got the attention of the others. She took quick stock. Let her see, one, two, three… five guards left. All in varying states of health. Two irrelevant family members left. Fighter both of them. But only one was in armor. She knew he was one of the last to go in the night. Three relevant family members. Two were mages. She knew one was a very lucky wizard. Granted he could barely stand, but the fact that he was even alive was interesting. Not that it mattered. He had no focus or book so she was not worried. The other one was a bard funnily enough. And the last and biggest of her worries was a barbarian.

Wonderful.

The mages were going to die first. It’s not like the barbarian was close enough to stop her. She swallowed the guard’s throat and sprinted to the wizard, her claws sharpening. She severed his head from his body with just enough time to dodge one of the guards. She picked them off one by one, ignoring their battle cries and insults. Dodging and outmaneuvering their attacks and made sure to stay away from the barbarian until they were all dead, their entrails soaking into her clothes.

Soon all that was left was her and the barbarian. Tall, bloodied, well-muscled, and good with a sword. She chuckled as he swang at her, licking his family's blood off her claws.

“You wouldn’t be acting so high an mighty if you were down here!” He sneered as he waved his sword around, trying to hit her. He was so furious his veins looked like they were seconds away from popping out of his head.

She laughed at him and his current situation. There was no way he was winning this. He would die here, alone, and the last of his name. What a pity. She was half tempted to use her bow to put him out of his misery but where’s the fun in that?

No, no, no, instead she picked away at him. Attacking from above, slicing and cutting away at him before getting away. Dropping some of her small sticks of dynamite. She lets the house fire, adrenaline, and his screams of anger and agony keep her warm. Unfortunately, even with all of her training and experience, she wasn’t perfect, she never was, and he wasn’t as dumb as she thought. 

In his rage, the barbarian manage to nail her with a rather large boulder that sent her careening to the ground, knocking the breath out of her.

His meaty hands picked her up by her neck, “I swore, with the gods as my witness, I will make you pay for what you’ve done, you conviving little bitch,” he quietly sneered as his grip tightened. 

Her hand dug into his arms. She squirmed and fought. She scratched at any part of him she could reach but she knew there wasn’t a shot in all the nine hells she was going to win a contest of strength, no matter how hurt he was. Good thing she didn’t need to. 

All he could do was gasp as she pushed her poisoned dagger deeper into his side. She tried to twist the dagger as best she could until he loosened his grip enough for her to speak.

She glared at him and gathered her magic, upcasting as high as she could, “Fear,” she growled. She watched with grim satisfaction as the spell took hold, though, from the look in his eyes, he was fighting valiantly. He was still forced to drop her.

She watched him stare at her with a frenzied terror she was more than used. As he turned tail and tried to run she took to the sky and drive-bombed him, sinking her claws and teeth in and started tearing into him, never letting up no matter how much tried to push her away. Only once he had fallen, truly struggling with his dying breaths, did he cry out to his long-dead family.  Not that Scylla cared. She had worked up quite the appetite. 

There a couple of minutes she was sure she blacked out. By the time she had come to, most of the bodies were missing chunks and she ached something fierce, but at least she was full and her mind was at peace.

She looked around her, at the burning manor, the blood-soaked and half-eaten corpses The surrounding forest was silent, the moon shown overhead ever bright, and she allowed herself a moment to sit down and breathe. She pulled out a notebook, some old tattered thing she picked up from who knows where, and wrote down each and every one of their last words. She only wrote down the good ones really. Most of them were incomplete and therefore not worth keeping.

Only then did she realize one of them had called her by one of her old names, Chel. She huffed, gods above, she hadn’t that name in damn near ten years. You would think a family with this much prestige would have better intel but, she shrugged, it didn’t matter now. Chel, Griza, Nennari, Falen, whatever other old name they managed to dig up, they were all gone. All dead and buried, like everyone she ever cared for. Discarded, Sycalla had no need for them anymore. She had no real use for any name really. She only reason she kept coming up with more was because of the paperwork. It was so much more of a pain in the ass without one.

She stood up, eventually, pulling out her machete and started hacking away at the relevant family members, pulling off heads and chunks of meat for later. All in all, this was a very lovely day off.

#dnd #griza #I made an evil version of my dnd character #shes got so so so many issues guys #writing #i fit so much trauma into her #im very proud #sos she needs a hug #lmao shes not getting one #dnd character #dnd oc #ocs #dnd5e

[jeezypetes]

Many of the scenes in a serbian film are beautifully lit

#im like a half hour into it so far nothing bad has happened #im slowly working my way through the famously super gnarly fucked up horror movies #cannibal holocaust made me REALLY UPSET and theb reading Wikipedia article made me REALLY REALLY UPSET

[kaiyves-backup]

“A terrible beauty—this was my first thought at the sight of tracer rounds during the siege of Sarajevo. Then I shook with terror; for the lights streaking across the night sky brought only death and destruction to the city encircled by Serbian forces. A bookish man who finds himself in a war zone is quickly disabused of his inclination to read his surroundings in symbolic terms—after all, one function of the tracer rounds used by gunners on both sides was to improve targeting—though I was still prone to stargazing there on clear nights. The bullets flew by at a fraction of the speed of the shooting star I saw above Mount Igman (the only escape route from the city), whose velocity was as nothing compared to that of the seemingly motionless stars revolving in the constellations overhead. This was what came to mind in Sarajevo when I realized that I knew by heart Whitman’s exquisite little poem, “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer.” It had become for me a touchstone, recalibrating in just eight lines my perspective on our place in the scheme of things, and when I considered the stars in the sky lit up by tracers my terror subsided.” - Ed Folsom and Christopher Merrill

#poems #poetry #Astronomy #tw: violence

[titobitex]

Engraved Chain Swings

Niko and Brucie ambled along the dimly lit streets of Liberty City, their steps unsteady and their drunken laughter as loud as ever. The two were buzzed from the amount of drinks they had just a few moments prior and decided that walking it off would do them some good.

a/n: the rest of this is posted on ao3 ☆ click the title and it'll bring you there :]

The pair had been wandering aimlessly for a while now, enjoying the freedom of being intoxicated with no responsibilities to tie them down - for now, atleast.

Neither of them had a car, since they had walked to the bar instead. When Niko suggested stealing one instead, Brucie quickly scolded him and gave him a hard no. Niko would've ignored such a warning and done whatever he pleased, but since he was trying to get his act together, he figured he'd listen to his steroid junkie boyfriend instead.

"Fuck, Nicky, I'm getting tired..." Brucie groaned, trailing sluggishly behind Niko as they walked down the sidewalk. His voice was tinged with a touch of irritation, but Niko knew that his boyfriends complaints were merely a product of the long day they had.

Niko slowed down and looked over his shoulder, "Really? You? Brucie Kibbutz, tired? I never thought I'd hear those words from you." The Serbian turned around fully and crossed his arms playfully, watching Brucie be his overdramatic self.

"Oh, fuck you, Niko! Can we just.. sit down or something? Fuck, man." Brucie grumbled, clearly exhausted.

"Here, hold my hand. I'll find somewhere -" Getting closer to Niko, Brucie grabbed onto the man's jacket sleeve as he had trouble keeping his balance.

"Carry me. I don't wanna walk anymore, man." he muttered, desperate to take a break. Niko looked around for a moment, then at Brucie. He wasn't in the best state of mind, but definitely wasn't too drunk. He rejected his boyfriend though, telling him he'll carry him on the way home instead. Brucie gave a skeptical expression, causing Niko to chuckle.

"I'm good for it. I promise, Brucie." 

Bruce nodded, puffing his chest out as he roared, "Alright, I trust you, man. Let's roll!"

#full ver on ao3 :3 #gta #niko bellic #brucie kibbutz #gtaiv #niko x brucie #brucie x niko #briko #gta fic

[murshili-ii]

May Day special: Old Man of the Forest

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Our eighteenth Spring Vignettes piece celebrates May Day, on May 1st.

Before you read what the piece was intended to portray, share what it portrays to _you_. I’m just the artist; you’re the beholder.

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The 1st of May is celebrated across Europe as a special turning-point in the greening of the earth. Some traditions consider it the beginning of summer. Rich May Day traditions exist from west to east.

It is widely considered an ideal time for protective magic, love magic, and other sorts of petty magic and divination. It is said in Romania that one should wash one’s face with dew on May Day morning to preserve health and beauty.

May Eve, the night before May Day, is itself often celebrated with festivities and rituals; known as Walpurgisnacht in Germany, and coinciding with Beltane in the Gaelic countries. Bonfires are often lit on May Eve to ward away evils and misfortunes.

In the Germanic-speaking countries (such as England, Germany, the Netherlands, and Scandinavia), the "maypole" (in German, "Maibaum"; in Dutch, "meiboom") is a fixture of May Day celebrations; a tall wooden pole or freshly-cut sapling, festively decorated, and erected in a public place to be danced around.

In some areas there is a tradition of competing with other towns to erect the tallest maypole. In Bavaria, towns try to steal each other's maypoles, which I think is very excellent.

Maypoles vary in design and construction. I've noticed that Scandinavian ones tend to be adorned with cross-beams and hanging rings, whereas German ones are often encircled by concentric rings; and maypoles hung with long trailing ribbons seem to be an English and Anglo-American characteristic. In Scandinavia it seems to be popular to wrap them in ivy, while in the mainland they often have barber-pole stripes.

I gave my maypole a mixture of characteristics, just to keep things ambiguous. I gave it a concentric ring, colorful trailing ribbons, and some tufty greenery on top; so there's no telling where the scene takes place.

I find it likely that the maypole is a continuation of the tree-worship practiced by various Germanic pagans, who are known to have venerated many sacred trees and poles as effigies of a great cosmic tree that unites the universe.

The Yggdrasil, just such a cosmic tree, is described in the Norse Eddas. Historians tell of how King Charlemagne, after reconquering the rebelling Saxons, had their sacred tree or pillar, the Irminsul, cut down, and forced them to become Christians. A sacred tree near Hesse called Donar's Oak was supposedly a center of worship for pagans in Germany until it was felled by St. Boniface and his followers. The great temple at Uppsala, Sweden, apparently one of the most holy sites for pagans in Scandinavia, was described as standing next to a great sacred tree of an unknown kind. Sacred trees and pillars are mentioned in quite early Roman accounts about Germanic tribes.

The ceremonial significance of trees, pillars, and poles dates far back in the Germanic traditions, and the continuing practice of raising them in the Germanic-speaking world is not surprising.

Tales are told in many places about some hairy, shaggy, leafy wild-man of the forest who guards the wild lands outside of human settlement; a protector of the wilderness, but also a friend to shepherds and other people of the wilds, if they are friends of the forest.

The Romans and Greeks of antiquity venerated a hairy forest-god who rules the wild creatures, a reclusive friend of herdsmen who frolics with the wood-nymphs in the deep wilds. The Greek god of the woods and wilds is Pan, often portrayed with the horns and legs of a goat. The equivalent Roman god is Faunus, lord of animals, to whom Sylvanus and Inuus were sometimes equated.

In the various Slavic traditions, there is a figure known by many names, one of which is the Leshy ("He of the forest", "Woodsy"; Russian Леший, Polish Leszy, Serbian Лешиј / Lešij). Those who frequent the forest may encounter him; and the result will depend on how one is held in his regard. He guides some, and leads others astray.

The Basques, the last enduring successors of Europe's ancient pre-Indo-European inhabitants, tell of the Basajaunak (singular Basajaun), a race of hairy wild-folk who sometimes aid shepherds in return for offerings of bread. It is said that humankind learned the secrets of farming, smithing, and building from them in ancient times.

The hairy wild woodwose is a figure often found in European heraldry. Such wildmen were a subject of much fascination in the Middle Ages. In the infamous Bal des Ardents, King Charles VI of France nearly burned to death when his highly flammable woodwose costume caught fire. The Green Knight in the tale of Sir Gawain is sometimes interpreted as a great green wild-man. The face or figure of a leafy "green man" can be found carved on a great many old churches, buildings, doorways, and ceiling-bosses.

In some parts of England, an old May Day tradition survives in which a person is dressed up in greenery to act as "Jack o' the Green", counterpart to the May Queen.

In the background of the piece, we see some maidens wreathed in flowers dancing around a maypole; and in the foreground, we see a tense encounter at the edge of the forest between a shepherd and an intimidating sylvan being. The looming forest-creature may look threatening; but are its intentions malevolent or benevolent?

Given how calm the lost sheep seems to be, my guess would be benevolent; but then, sheep aren’t very discerning creatures.

The border consists of ivy and wild roses. Most cultivars of domestic roses are immensely puffy and petally monstrosities, but roses in their wild form have only a single row of five petals. Roses are usually depicted this way in heraldry.

#may_day #may #maypole #green_man #leshy #leshi #forest_god #sheep #spring #springholidays #digitalart #vector #mosaic #collage #inkscape

[pollonegro666]

2023/02/10 Nos encontramos en la cama este primo cisne que le regaló una crema para mi amiguita, que se puso muy contenta.

We met this swan cousin in bed who gave him a cream for my girlfriend, who was very happy.

Google translation into Italian: Abbiamo conosciuto a letto questo cugino cigno che gli ha regalato una crema per la mia ragazza, che è stata molto contenta.

Google Translation into French: Nous avons rencontré ce cousin cygne au lit qui lui a donné une crème pour ma copine, qui était très contente.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Conhecemos essa prima cisne na cama que deu um creme para ela para minha namorada, que ficou muito feliz.

Google Translation into Arabic: التقينا ابنة عم هذه البجعة في السرير التي أعطتها كريمًا لصديقتي ، التي كانت سعيدة جدًا.

Google Translation into German: Wir haben diese Schwanen Cousine im Bett getroffen, die ihr eine Creme für meine Freundin gegeben hat, die sich sehr gefreut hat.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Ne takuam këtë kushërirë mjellmë në shtrat e cila i dha një krem ​​për shoqen time që ishte shumë e lumtur.

Google Translation into Armenian: Մենք հանդիպեցինք այս կարապ զարմիկին անկողնում, ով նրան մի քիչ կրեմ տվեց իմ ընկերոջ համար, ով շատ ուրախ էր:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Срещнахме тази братовчедка лебед в леглото, която й даде крем за моя приятел, който беше много доволен.

Google Translation into Czech: Potkali jsme tuto labutí sestřenici v posteli, která jí dala krém pro mého přítele, který byl velmi šťastný.

Google Translation into Croatian: U krevetu smo sreli ovu rođakinju labud koja joj je dala kremu za moju prijateljicu koja je bila jako sretna.

Google Translation into Danish Vi mødte denne svanekusine i sengen, som gav hende noget creme til min veninde, som var meget glad.

Google Translation into Slovak: S touto labutou sesternicou sme sa stretli v posteli, ktorá jej dala nejaký krém pre môjho priateľa, ktorý bol veľmi šťastný.

Google Translation into Slovenian: To labodjo sestrično sva srečala v postelji, ki ji je dala kremo za mojo prijateljico, ki je bila zelo vesela.

Google Translation into Estonian: Kohtusime voodis selle luige nõbuga, kes andis talle kreemi mu sõbranna jaoks, kes oli väga õnnelik.

Google Translation into Suomi: Tapasimme tämän joutsenserkun sängyssä, joka antoi hänelle voidetta ystävälleni, joka oli erittäin onnellinen.

Google Translation into Greek: Συναντήσαμε αυτόν τον κύκνο ξάδελφο στο κρεβάτι που της έδωσε λίγη κρέμα για τη φίλη μου που ήταν πολύ χαρούμενη.

Google Translation into Dutch: We ontmoetten deze zwanenneef in bed die haar wat crème gaf voor mijn vriend die erg blij was.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Vi møtte denne svanefetteren i sengen som ga henne litt krem ​​til venninnen min som var veldig glad.

Google Translation into Polish: Spotkaliśmy tę kuzynkę łabędzi w łóżku, która dała jej krem ​​dla mojego przyjaciela, który był bardzo szczęśliwy.

Google Translation into Romanian: Ne-am întâlnit cu această verișoară lebădă în pat care i-a dat niște cremă pentru prietena mea care a fost foarte fericită.

Google Translation into Russian: Мы встретили эту кузину лебедя в постели, которая дала ей немного крема для моего друга, который был очень счастлив.

Google Translation into Serbian: Упознали смо ову рођаку лабуда у кревету која јој је дала крему за мог пријатеља који је био веома срећан.

Google Translation into Swedish: Vi träffade den här svankusinen i sängen som gav henne lite kräm till min vän som blev väldigt glad.

Google Translation into Turkish: Çok mutlu olan arkadaşım için ona biraz krema veren bu kuğu kuzenle yatakta tanıştık.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Ми зустріли цю двоюрідну сестру-лебедя в ліжку, яка дала їй трохи крему для мого друга, який був дуже щасливий.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমরা বিছানায় এই রাজহাঁসের কাজিনের সাথে দেখা করেছি যিনি তাকে আমার বন্ধুর জন্য কিছু ক্রিম দিয়েছিলেন যিনি খুব খুশি ছিলেন।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 我们在床上遇到了这位天鹅表妹，她给了她一些奶油给我的朋友，她非常高兴。

Google Translation into Traditional Chinese: 我們在床上遇到了這位天鵝表妹，她給了她一些奶油給我的朋友，她非常高興。

Google Translation into Korean: 우리는 매우 행복한 내 친구를 위해 그녀에게 약간의 크림을 준 침대에서 이 백조 사촌을 만났습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: פגשנו את בת הדודה הברבורית הזו במיטה שנתנה לה קצת קרם לחבר שלי שהיה מאוד שמח.

Google Translation into Hindi: हम इस हंस चचेरी बहन से बिस्तर पर मिले जिसने उसे मेरे दोस्त के लिए कुछ क्रीम दी जो बहुत खुश थी।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Kami bertemu sepupu angsa ini di tempat tidur yang memberinya krim untuk teman saya yang sangat bahagia.

Google Translation into Japanese: 私たちはベッドでこの白鳥のいとこに会い、とても幸せだった私の友人のために彼女にクリームを与えました.

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Бул ак куу жеңени төшөктөн жолуктурдук, ал аябай сүйүнгөн досума каймак берген.

Google Translation into Malay: Kami bertemu sepupu angsa ini di atas katil yang memberinya beberapa krim untuk kawan saya yang sangat gembira.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Энэ хунгийн үеэлтэй бид орон дээр тааралдсан бөгөөд тэр найздаа цөцгий авч өгсөн нь маш их баяртай байсан.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਸੀਂ ਇਸ ਹੰਸ ਦੇ ਚਚੇਰੇ ਭਰਾ ਨੂੰ ਬਿਸਤਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਮਿਲੇ ਜਿਸਨੇ ਉਸਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੋਸਤ ਲਈ ਕੁਝ ਕਰੀਮ ਦਿੱਤੀ ਜੋ ਬਹੁਤ ਖੁਸ਼ ਸੀ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: موږ د سوان د تره زوی په بستر کې ولیدل چې هغې ته یې زما د ملګري لپاره یو څه کریم ورکړ چې ډیر خوښ و.

Google Translation into Persian: ما این پسر عموی قو را در رختخواب ملاقات کردیم که برای دوستم که بسیار خوشحال بود به او کرم داد.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Nakilala namin itong si swan na pinsan sa kama na nagbigay sa kanya ng cream para sa aking kaibigan na tuwang-tuwa.

Google Translation into Thai: เราพบญาติหงส์นอนอยู่บนเตียง เธอเอาครีมให้เพื่อนของฉันที่มีความสุขมาก

Google Translation into Urdu: ہم اس سوان کزن سے بستر پر ملے جس نے اسے میرے دوست کے لیے کچھ کریم دی جو بہت خوش تھی۔

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[vhsv0id]

You might find this amusing. Overheard today on the bus: "All Australians live underground since it’s so hot there.”

I wish we did sometimes (it's the humidity that kills here)

But there is an actual town mostly underground/ in rock faces, Coober Pedy in South Australia, homes were dug into old opal mining shafts. Pitch Black was filmed there with both Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome and Pracilla Queen of the Desert shot partly in it as well!

They have multiple churches, including an Anglican one called the Catacomb Church. The Serbian Orthodox one has stained glass windows lit from behind:

Also the town has an Instagram

[worldcupgamblefest]

Oh, you beautiful Brazilian boy.

If we haven’t already mentioned it, one of us is an Everton fan. And the tournament has been lit up by the club’s former legends.

Strikes from Valencia and Klaasen were nice to see, but a double from Richarlison for Brazil was a little raw. What could have been, if only the Toffees weren’t shit...

Still, a spectacular moment from a man who kept his promise to keep them up and it helped deliver BIG CASH MONEY for two of us.

It was a day of wins all round for two out of three of us. The Swiss rolled over the Cameroonians (sorry) as their front line worked like clockwork (sorry) to cut through the African’s defence like a Swiss Army Knife through hot chocolate (sorry, mainly because I don’t think that one even works). That was good enough for Tom and Neil to win, but Swiss indiscipline meant Alex’s bookings inspired bet didn’t work out. Neil’s £3 is now the biggest of the tournament so far.

A slightly dreary 0-0 between Ukraine and South Korea meant we all drew a blank but Ronaldo’s antics meant better fortunes. The unemployed striker hit the target twice and led his team to victory to give Tom and Neil another win - but the corners dried up in the second half to block Alex’s return.

Finally onto Brazil, and an impotent Serbian strikeforce meant Alex finished the day without a penny, the first QUAD loss of the tournament. Neil just needed the South Americans to win, which they duly did, while Richarlison’s double and a few early fouls gave Tom a win.

Here’s where we stand after day five and the first 16 games.

Alex: £9.38 DOWN Neil: £0.12 DOWN Tom: £4.83 DOWN

I know I like my stats, but these games are coming too thick and fast to work them out properly, thanks to the unique schedule of this year’s tournament. After 17 games at the last world cup, Alex was doing a few pounds better, while Neil is only pennies worse off. It’s a much worse showing for Tom, who was several pounds up in 2018 at this point.

Last summer in the Euros, after 15 games Alex was our leader on just over £2 down. Tom was 2p worse off than now while Neil is performing much better. But honest to god, who knows. Incredibly, we’re just four days away from the halfway mark... Here’s what we’re after today.

Alex:

Wales v Iran, over 0.5 goals in game - 1/9 Qatar v Senegal, over 0.5 goals in game - 1/10 Netherland v Ecuador, over 1.5 goals in game - 4/11 England v USA, England to win - 8/15

Neil:

Wales v Iran, Bale to take 1+ shots on target and Wales to win - 11/8 Qatar v Senegal, Senegal to win or be two up at any point in the game - 8/13 Netherlands v Ecuador, under 2.5 goals in game - 8/11 England v USA, England to win - 4/9

Tom:

Wales v Iran, Wales to win, 4+ Wales corners and 30+ booking points - 3/1 Qatar v Senegal, Senegal to win or be two up at any point in the game - 8/13 Netherlands v Ecuador, 1+ shot on target each team in each half - 1/1 England v USA, England to win, over 1.5 goals in game - 3/4

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[mariacallous]

The last commander of the defence of Vukovar, Branko Borkovic, told reporters on Saturday at the Day of Remembrance for the Victims of Vukovar event, marking the fall of the city on November 18, 1991, that politicians should suspend their campaigning on the anniversary.

“We expect this to truly be a pilgrimage for the martyrs of the homeland, because they are, and for the state leadership to respect the principles for which we fought,” said Borkovic, who is known as the Young Hawk.

“We are hoping for unity and for them to express it on this day collectively. In other words, politicians should be silent; this is not the time for campaigning,” he added.

Croatian politicians have already been campaigning ahead of parliamentary elections early in 2024, with European parliament and presidential polls to follow later in the year.

Ahead of the commemoration, there was a political row began between Ivan Penava, the mayor of Vukovar, and Prime Minister Andrej Plenkovic, who accused Penava of using the event to promote the right-wing Homeland Movement, which is in power in the city of Vukovar and hopes to make gains at the elections next year.

Borkovic was speaking as tens of thousands of people gathered in the wartime flashpoint city for the Day of Remembrance for the Victims of Vukovar, which fell to the Yugoslav People’s Army and Serbian paramilitaries 32 years ago after a devastating three-month siege.

After a ceremony held in the hospital courtyard, the participants, including Vukovar battle veterans, led by members of the Croatian Defence Forces, HOS, who defended the city in 1991, marched for five-and-a-half kilometres through the city streets to the Memorial Cemetery in a procession known as the Column of Remembrance.

At the cemetery officials including President Zoran Milanovic, Prime Minister Plenkovic and the speaker of parliament Gordan Jandrokovic were also present laid wreaths and lit candles to honour the Croatian soldiers and civilians who lost their lives in the battle for Vukovar.

This year, the Day of Remembrance had the theme ‘Vukovar – my choice for better or for worse’” inspired by the words of Jean Michel Nicolier, a French volunteer and defender of Vukovar who was killed near the city in Ovcara, where over 200 people were murdered in mass executions after the city fell.

The city was occupied until January 15, 1998, when the Croatian Danube region, including Vukovar, was peacefully returned to the Zagreb authorities’ control.

During the battle for Vukovar, 2,717 Croatian defenders and civilians lost their lives. The city was completely destroyed and approximately 7,000 prisoners were taken away to Serbian detention camps. Around 22,000 Croats and other non-Serbs were also expelled from Vukovar.

Even today, there are still 374 individuals on Croatia’s missing persons list who disappeared in Vukovar in 1991.

There was further controversy around this year’s commemoration because the Homeland Movement, which is in power in the city of Vukovar, threatened to physically prevent members of the Independent Democratic Serb Party, SDSS, from throwing wreaths into the Danube, as they do every year on November 17 in tribute to the civilians, both Serbs and Croats, who were killed.

The SDSS, the party that represents Croatia’s Serb minority, decided not to go ahead with its wreath tribute this year because of the dispute.

“We should have been and wanted to be today, as in previous years, on the Danube for all the victims of Croatian and Serbian nationality who ended up there,” the SDSS said, expressing regret that it could not commemorate the victims.

[historicalchronicles]

Lighting the Spark: the cause of WW1

The conflagration that would be known as World War I was a major cornerstone in world history, as many of the current problems our world faces, such as conflict in the Middle East and future European conflicts, can be traced back to the effects of the war. It has been regarded by historians as the “seminal catastrophe” due to how much it changed the world. Though the war had many different factors that led to it, there was a very specific event that lit the spark, this being the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Bosnia.

Ferdinand was a part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire’s royal family, which ruled over much of Central Europe and some parts of Eastern Europe. The empire was a multiethnic and multicultural state, with various groups living under Austrian and Hungarian rule. This upset many people in the empire, as increasing nationalism around Europe made people desire the right of self-determination, which was a fancy term for independence. The Slavic people especially wanted this. They yearned to create a nation for themselves and throw off foreign rule, especially that of Austria-Hungary.

When the Ottoman Empire began to lose its grip on power in its European territory, Austria took the opportunity to annex the territory of Bosnia in 1906, which angered both the Slavs and Russia, who saw themselves as the protector of the Slavic people. Various Slavic nationalist groups vowed to free Bosnia with violence. One such group was the Black Hand, a Serbian terrorist group that wanted to liberate Bosnia due to its large Serbian minority there. The best way to do this was to assassinate the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

The Black Hand recruited six young Serbian nationalists to the cause. Their goal was to sneak into the parade in Sarajevo, Bosnia and either shoot the archduke or blow him up with a bomb. Throughout the parade, four out of the six assassins either could not bring themselves to kill their target, or tried to, but their weapons malfunctioned. The fifth assassin, Nedjelko Cabrinovic, threw a bomb at the car the archduke was in, but it missed and exploded into the crowd, injuring twenty people. Cabrinovic then tried to kill himself with a cyanide pill to avoid arrest, but the pill expired, and instead of dying, he started vomiting while the police took him into custody. The other assassins fled into the crowd, sad that their attempt to be heroes for the Serbian people had gone up in smoke.

Despite being shaken by the attempted bombing, Ferdinand decided that he would change his plans and go to the hospital where the people injured by the bombing were. The problem, though, was that his driver did not know where the hospital was and made a wrong turn. Then, the car broke down next to a cafe. In the cafe, the sixth assassin, Gavrilo Princip, could not believe his luck. Right in front of the cafe, the archduke’s car was stalled, providing him with the right opportunity to kill him. With two pistol shots, Franz Ferdinand and his wife were dead, both shot in the neck.

Austria-Hungary was enraged that their heir had died at the hands of the Serbians, and they accused the Serbian government of supporting the Black Hand.

The Serbian government officially denied it, though some historians believe they may have secretly had contacts with each other. The empire sent a list of demands, which were mostly about giving away power to Austria on the threat that they would declare war. Serbia rejected most of the demands, saying it was too far. Austria declared war on Serbia, which brought Serbia's allies Russia and France into the fray. Germany declared support for Austria and decided to invade France through neutral Belgium. This angered Britain as they had promised to protect Belgium and they declared war.

This single assassination set off a spark that ignited the Great War, which was built upon rising tensions in both the Balkans and other parts of Europe. Millions would die in this war as soldiers charged at the enemy only to be killed by artillery and machine guns. After the conflict, Europe and the world at large were changed forever, as new nations formed out of the ashes and new ideas like communism spread out into the world. These and other events of history we have experienced would not have happened if Franz Ferdinand was not killed.

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[kneedeepincynade]

Nato criminal actions will never be forgiven or forgotten,and in time the martyrs will be avenged

The post is machine translated

Translation is at the bottom

The collective is on telegram

⚠️ WANG WENBIN: "IL POPOLO CINESE NON DIMENTICHERÀ MAI IL BOMBARDAMENTO DELLA NATO CONTRO L'AMBASCIATA CINESE IN JUGOSLAVIA" ⚠️

🇨🇳 l'08/05, il Chad d'Oriente, il Compagno Wang Wenbin - Portavoce del Ministero degli Affari Esteri della Repubblica Popolare Cinese, ha ricordato l'orrendo crimine della NATO in Jugoslavia contro l'Ambasciata Cinese del 07/05/1999, quando le forze del Patto Atlantico, guidate dagli USA, bombardarono l'Ambasciata Cinese a Belgrado:

💬 "Il Popolo Cinese non dimenticherà mai questo barbaro crimine commesso dalla NATO, guidata dagli USA" 😡

💕 Il 7/05 la Compagna Chen Bo - Ambasciatrice della Repubblica Popolare Cinese in Serbia - si è unita ai rappresentanti Serbi per commemorare i giornalisti Cinesi rimasti uccisi nei criminali bombardamenti della NATO

💕 Cina e Serbia, ha dichiarato l'Ambasciatrice, sono Paesi che godono di un'Amicizia ferrea, e con le medesime aspirazioni per la Pace e la Giustizia Internazionale 🕊

💬 "Dopo la Guerra Fredda, la NATO - guidata dagli USA - ha ripetutamente acceso la miccia dei conflitti nel Mondo, dalla Bosnia-Erzegovina al Kosovo, dall'Iraq all'Afghanistan, dalla Libia alla Siria", ha dichiarato oggi il Compagno Wang Wenbin ⭐️

💬 "Oggi, sul sito dell'ex Ambasciata Cinese bombardata in Jugoslavia, si trova un Monumento, con incise le parole: «Ricorda i martiri, custodisci la Pace» 🕊

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⚠️ WANG WENBIN: "CHINESE PEOPLE WILL NEVER FORGET NATO BOMBING AGAINST CHINESE EMBASSY IN YUGOSLAVIA" ⚠️

🇨🇳 on 08/05, Eastern Chad, Comrade Wang Wenbin - Spokesman of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the People's Republic of China, remembered the horrendous crime of NATO in Yugoslavia against the Chinese Embassy of 07/05/ 1999, when US-led Pact forces bombed the Chinese Embassy in Belgrade:

💬 "The Chinese people will never forget this barbaric crime committed by US-led NATO" 😡

💕 On 7/05 Comrade Chen Bo - Ambassador of the People's Republic of China to Serbia - joined Serbian representatives to commemorate Chinese journalists killed in the criminal NATO bombings

💕 China and Serbia, declared the Ambassador, are countries that enjoy a firm friendship, and with the same aspirations for International Peace and Justice 🕊

💬 "After the Cold War, NATO - led by the US - has repeatedly lit the fuse of conflicts around the world, from Bosnia and Herzegovina to Kosovo, from Iraq to Afghanistan, from Libya to Syria", declared Comrade Wang Wenbin ⭐️

💬 "Today, on the site of the former Chinese Embassy bombed in Yugoslavia, there is a monument, engraved with the words: «Remember the martyrs, keep the Peace» 🕊

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