#вагон

[redfield-by]

[sljoka]

Скопје / Skopje

[divanstrawberry]

[nicofrael]

вчера гуляла с чижиком >:)))

ну то есть девочкой из другой группы граф дизайна

это был такой лютый чилл, мы сходили похавать бургеров, а потом просто два часа медленно шли по улице до набережной, периодически присаживаясь и болтая ни о чем

а на самой набережной мы сыграли три партии в карты прям напротив полицейского участка крутые еб��ть

ну а после распрощались - я ждала нужного транспорта 40 минут, она 5 🤥

что по итогу?

по итогу вчера я реально почувствовала, что вот оно - ЛЕТО!

прошло два часа если не меньше, но мне казалось что время идет очень медленно

[die-lerche]

Finally, accepting that to finish Stone Ocean I have to endure Anasui. Oh, the sacrifices I make to watch you shine, dearest Jolyne.

The second SO half, here we go!

[miagkoi]

sorry for posting marvel in 2023 but im just mourning his lost slay after this movie. he was never the same. tots and prayerz

[biobiopsy]

Твої коментарі до постів зі Стеном і Баки як окремий вид мистецтва! Я балдію.

Просто він виявився дуже надихаючим дядьком! 😂

І я дуже радію, що не тільки я кайфую з того всього, що в мене в голові робиться))

[al-daily]

Едешь, бывало, в электричке.

И кашляет весь вагон.

За окном — ряд гаражей. Пасмурное небо.

И движенья нет. (Сказал мудрец брадатый.)

[jellyloveru]

классно сидеть на работе и собирать конструктор)))

[daydaydayrk420]

Comfort after nightmares

Bucky Barnes X male reader

⚠️ nightmares, cock warming, male reader, sad Bucky, bottom Bucky, angst, partly smut⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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желаниe (Longing)

It's the same thing.

pжавый (Rusted)

Every night.

Печь (Furnace)

It's the same dream.

семнадцать (Seventeen )

Same hour.

Доброкачественные (Benign)

The same dream.

Девять (Nine)

The same screams.

Возвращение домой (Homecoming)

Same cries.

Один (One)

The same nightmare.

грузовой вагон (Freight car)

A brick wall bursts into pieces as a silver metal arm punches through it. People start screaming and running while the sound of heavy boots stomping echoes through the room. The winter soldier walks through the wall and aims his gun. The victim's face is blurry... Unknown. Or maybe his mind can't decide which face it should choose from the amount of options to put on. They beg as they crawl on the floor... Their voice echoes... it sounds as if it was a mix of multiple pleas from different people in one body. The gun fires. Why. Why did it fire? His finger wasn't even on the trigger. The bullet flies in slow motion. He tries to scream. But the muzzle felt like it was sowed into his flesh. He drops the gun and tries to pry the mask off. It hurts. He screams but it comes out as a quiet whimper. He tries to run instead. But his legs are not responding.

The bullet hit.

Bucky gasps and wakes up in a cold sweat. He's breathing heavily as he looks around disoriented. He's sleeping on the floor next to the bed as usual. The bed never felt inviting. He grabs his head and takes deep shaky breaths. He can't calm down. He looks up towards the bed. It's empty. Y/n must be in his office.

He sighs as he stands up with shaky legs. He's wearing only his underwear. He lets out a shaky breath once his bare feet feel the coldness of the hallway floor. He wraps his arms around himself and walks down the dark hall towards the home office.

The door isn't properly closed so he doesn't bother to knock. He looks in and sees y/n on his work computer. Y/n is clearly unaware of Bucky's presence. Bucky makes his way in. His footsteps are ghost-like quiet after years of training. Bucky lets out a shaky breath as the nightmare decides to repeat before his eyes again. That catches y/n's attention and he turns his chair to look toward Bucky. "Buck?"

Bucky walks into y/n's already open arms. He sits in his lap and sniffles. Y/n doesn't question anything already knowing what's happening and simply rubs Bucky's back soothingly. Bucky buries his face in his neck and closes his eyes enjoying his lover's touch. Y/n turns his chair again and faces his computer while he holds Bucky in his lap.

He caresses his back for a bit before he frees one hand and uses it to continue working on his computer. Bucky is on the verge of falling asleep again but something's missing.

"y/n...?" Bucky whispered. "Yes, darling?" Y/m hums and looks at his lover. "Can...Can I cockwarm you...?" He whispered with his face in y/n's neck. Y/n chuckles and caresses Bucky's hair. "If it'll help you sleep."

Bucky wastes no time and removes his boxers. "Buck you should put on at least a shirt. It's cold tonight." Y/n said as he caressed his boyfriend's cheek. Bucky huffs and looks around hoping to find anything to wear because he's too lazy and tired to return to the bedroom.

Y/n chuckles and removes his sweater. "Here." Bucky nods and takes it. The sweater droops off his shoulder and has longer sleeves than his arms. He looks adorable. Y/n grabs a bottle of lube and hands it to Bucky. "Prep yourself darlin'. I have to work." He said and caressed Bucky's thighs before he returned to writing on his computer.

Bucky whimpers and rolls his sleeves so the sweater doesn't get dirty. He lubes up his vibranium fingers and reaches behind himself. He traces his puffy hole and shivers at the touch of his cold metal.

He doesn't need to be stretched. Not really. He's still a bit open from the fun he and y/n had. Yet he knows y/n won't let him go on unless he's prepped so he's not in pain. Bucky pushes his first finger in with ease. The second one slides in smoothly too but the third takes a little more pressure. He whimpers and rests his head on y/n's shoulder.

"Take it slow Bucky. We have all night." Y/n said and rubbed Bucky's back. Bucky whines in protests wanting to have you inside him already but he knows better than to disobey. He pulls his third finger back and just uses his two fingers. He slowly moves them in and out and spreads them apart. "Good boy." Y/n praised. Bucky whines and fucks himself onto his fingers.

After a bit of fingering the third finger finally slides in with ease. Bucky works his fingers in faster eager to get the real thing already. "I'm ready." He whimpers and looks at y/n. He looks so adorable. Cheeks flushed with three fingers deep in his hole. The large sweater doesn't help. Y/n savors the view before he lifts Bucky up a bit so he can pull his dick out of his pants.

Bucky is already holding the lube again. putting some in his hand and as soon as y/n's dick is out he grabs it and strokes it to lube it up. Y/n groans at the eager touch before he chuckles and kisses Bucky's cheek and jaw. Once Bucky is satisfied with his work he lifts himself up onto his knees and lines up his boyfriend's soft dick with his hungry ass. He lets out a long whine as he sinks down. Y/n groans and fights the urge to fuck up into him and take him against the desk.

"That's it Bucky. Take all you need." Y/n murmured and caressed Bucky's back. Bucky whimpered and rested his head on his lovers shoulder and closed his eyes. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable. Y/n groans and grips Bucky's hips and buries his face in his neck. But he fights back. This is about and for Bucky. Bucky eventually found his spot and relaxed. Y/N takes some time to collect himself before he goes back to work. he slides his chair closer to the desk and leans back. He lazily writes with one hand while his second hand caresses Bucky's lower back in soothing circles. Within ten minutes Bucky has fallen into a peaceful slumber.

[vingler-mirror]

So remember the song that Vila and the kids were singing when they welcomed Zeno?

I was wondering if it's based on an existing song, but it seems to be original since I can't find any other songs with matching lyrics.

However, some people say that the melody Vila played on the accordion sounds like "Katyusha," a well-known Russian patriotic anthem.

Someone on discord also pointed out that the song they're singing has a similar sound to Голубой вагон “Blue Train Wagon,” which shares the same theme about leaving the past and moving to the future :

Not sure if Bluepoch was actually inspired by these two songs, but it's fun to imagine Vila and the Rayashki people combining melodies from a patriotic anthem and a kids cartoon music to make their own song for Rayashki.

[notquitebuckybarnes]

“Good evening [Asset Barnes]. I do hate to do this… no, I really do not. Anyway… тоска, ржавый, семнадцать, рассвет, печь, девять, доброкачественный, возвращение домой, о��ин, товарный вагон.”

- @doctor-mindweaver

Bucky's eyes widened and before he got himself out of his shock the last word had already reached his ears and his face got blank. "Я готов отвечать."

[casualbos-bir]

Иногда садовник срезал мне несколько левкоев или махровых гвоздик. Я стеснялся везти их через голодную и озабоченную Москву и потому всегда заворачивал в бумагу очень тщательно и так хитро, чтобы нельзя было догадаться, что в пакете у меня цветы.

Однажды в трамвае пакет надорвался. Я не заметил этого, пока пожилая женщина в белой косынке не спросила меня:

– И где это вы сейчас достали такую прелесть?

– Осторожнее их держите, – предупредила кондукторша, – а то затолкают вас и все цветы помнут. Знаете, какой у нас народ.

– Кто это затолкает? – вызывающе спросил матрос с патронташем на поясе и тотчас же ощетинился на точильщика, пробиравшегося сквозь толпу пассажиров со своим точильным станком. – Куда лезешь! Видишь – цветы. Растяпа!

– Гляди, какой чувствительный! – огрызнулся точильщик, но, видимо, только для того, чтобы соблюсти достоинство. – А еще ф��отский!

– Ты на флотских не бросайся! А то недолго и глаза тебе протереть!

– Господи, из-за цветов и то лаются! – вздохнула молодая женщина с грудным ребенком. – Мой муж, уж на что – серьезный, солидный, а принес мне в родильный дом черемуху, когда я родила вот этого, первенького.

Кто-то судорожно дышал у меня за спиной, и я услышал шепот, такой тихий, что не сразу сообразил, откуда он идет. Я оглянулся. Позади меня стояла бледная девочка лет десяти в выцветшем розовом платье и умоляюще смотрела на меня круглыми серыми, как оловянные плошки, глазами.

– Дяденька, – сказала она сипло и таинственно, – дайте цветочек! Ну, пожалуйста, дайте.

Я дал ей махровую гвоздику. Под завистливый и возмущенный говор пассажиров девочка начала отчаянно продираться к задней площадке, выскочила на ходу из вагона и исчезла.

– Совсем ошалела! – сказала кондукторша. – Дура ненормальная! Так каждый бы попросил цветок, если бы совесть ему позволяла.

Я вынул из букета и подал кондукторше вторую гвоздику! Пожилая кондукторша покраснела до слез и опустила на цветок сияющие глаза.

Тотчас несколько рук молча потянулись ко мне. Я раздал весь букет и вдруг увидел в обшарпанном вагоне трамвая столько блеска в глазах, приветливых улыбок, столько восхищения, сколько не встречал, кажется, никогда ни до этого случая, ни после. Как будто в грязный этот вагон ворвалось ослепительное солнце и принесло молодость всем этим утомленным и озабоченным людям. Мне желали счастья, здоровья, самой красивой невесты и еще невесть чего.

Пожилой костлявый человек в поношенной черной куртке низко наклонил стриженую голову, открыл парусиновый портфель, бережно спрятал в него цветок, и мне показалось, что на засаленный портфель упала слеза.

Я не мог этого выдержать и выскочил на ходу из трамвая. Я шел и все думал – какие, должно быть, горькие или счастливые воспоминания вызвал этот цветок у костлявого человека и как долго он скрывал в душе боль своей старости и своего молодого сердца, если не мог сдержаться и заплакал при всех.

У каждого хранится на душе, как тонкий запах лип из Ноевского сада, память о проблеске счастья, заваленном потом житейским мусором.

К.Г. Паустовский, "Повесть о жизни

[die-lerche]

Jolyne made a mistake to trust a guy, and now it's threatening to ruin her Dad's wedding. Luckily, a hot local flower shop girl is to the rescue.

[psychedelic-nya]

so, there's a song in my native language called "Голубой вагон", about the passing past and the approaching future.

...Which is literally "Raimei! Blue train"! This was an instant association.

[chipovnik]

хе, с разбегу прыгаем в последний вагон!

я долго раздумывала хочу ли я попробовать этот челендж, учитывая какая я ленивая задница

но как видите... я решилась

так же я пока не очень понимаю в чём прикол, но порисовать по списку идея довольно интересная, просто мало ли я чего то не знаю

heh, jump into the last car at full speed!

I thought for a long time whether I wanted to try this challenge, considering what a lazy ass I am

but as you can see... I made up my mind

I also don't really understand what the joke is yet, but drawing from a list is a pretty interesting idea, just in case maybe I don't know something

ультратобер 1-3 любимый саундтрек

думаю понятно какой мой любимый

ultratober 1-3 favourite soundtrack

I think it's clear which one is my favorite