#понимаешь

[ulysses000]

Day 8 ~ Rivals

poor Sanji needs to hunt for these boys Trao just likes that Sanji takes care of him and selects victims for him Luffy... Luffy just walks up to the mortal and "HEY CAn I SUcK Y0Ur bLO0D?????? ::))" (Sanji activates majesty and runs at full speed to cover his ass and convince mortal that Luffy meant "cock" and not "blood" and in general everything is fine)

[alexander5813]

[marina-carbonarovna]

Пока заваривается чай, зашла за пряным капучино с солью. Преисполненная в своем познании вышла:

[superconductivebean]

#101: Hogwarts Inquires - 10

В первой инквари я довольно много букф потратил на то, чтобы объяснить, что такое древнемагия на самом деле.

В десятой напишу: после водки мне срочнейше понадобится банка рассола и умиротворяющее снадобье, девочки я так больше не могу.

Процитирую ещё один пирожок:

Я уже хочу Фига скинуть с Астрономической башни именно столько раз, сколько кринджа он мне дал для размышлений. Махровый теоретик, уже готовлю стопицотбуквенный фанфик про срач с Шарпом по сабжу; мой фаворит очевиден, а ещё МС — рейвенкло. Так победим. Так заебал. Таков бугурт.

А ещё мне теперь интересно, что и когда, как и где Мириам откопала именно те формулировки, которые использовал Фиг в путешествии к руинам Noted Seer.

что тут блядь такое, что ты знаешь дед, но мне не говоришь

почему

the audacity. the impudence.

Все очень простите, мне просто плохохорошо как ужасно.

[petrenocka]

Sorry for being pedantic but @esoanem you separated the letters wrong. Because @notcrazyiswear gave you the wrong word, or wrote it wrong. This

Isn't лишили

Misspelled лишишь, missing the ь

This is because Л is left facing stroke + right facing stroke, and И is a right facing stroke + right facing stroke.

Here's an или лилии (or lilies) to demonstrate how these connect to each other

Yeah, some people do write that bridge peak too tall and it becomes genuinely unparsable sometimes, which is SO common.

Here's a лишили written forreal

Russian handwriting

[nyastyaraspurrtina]

танцев под хардбасс

[azixcel]

Объединить ЕГЭ по истории, математике, литературе, обществознанию и русскому языку предложил Анон Хуевич, ректор прекрасного заведения в которое никто не хочет попадать. Свое предложение он объяснил тем, что все науки связаны, а также тем, что подростковый уровень подготовленности к жизни – и суицидов, – его не устраивает. Надо выше.

[sheddr]

Я люблю тебя,

А ты любишь меня.

Вот и весь секрет.

Вот и вся игра.

Я приду к тебе

Ночью в виде сна.

Вот и вся любовь,

И ушла вина.

Прошепчу тебе

Ласковы слова,

И не важно мне,

Чья ты там жена.

Разрываю круг,

Бьются зеркала.

Может, я уйду,

Может, мне пора.

Ты посмотришь вслед:

Лучики-глаза.

Может, счастья нет

Там, где нет тебя.

Растворяюсь — ночь

Сожрала меня.

Ты трава в лесу,

Я — под ней земля.

Сотни лет пройдут —

Встретимся опять.

С головой в любовь —

Нечего терять.

[ezhikvtumane1]

[hoolycas]

Когда напишешь ежа?

[constantinnen]

по разбитым зеркалам, по кудрявым волосам

ты гадаешь, как бы сделать мне хуже

доверяя, как себе, нездоровой худобе

до конца не понимаешь, кто тебе нужен

[lina-vas-dom]

стихи: бумага, буквы и значки…. порой бессмысленные извороты строчек…. но кто то в них живёт…грустит…творит… а кто то и читать то не захочет….. стихи… как много их вокруг….. в них чьи то судьбы,чьи то души…. читаешь их..и понимаешь, вдруг…. в одних - любовь…. в других - весь мир разрушен…… прочтите их… потратьте 5 минут…. они порой расскажут вам чуть больше… чем тот, кто рядом…И замкнётся круг, любви, разлук, и чёрных многоточий….. /Светлана Калугина-Мулик

poems: paper, letters and icons…. sometimes meaningless twists and turns of lines …. but someone lives in them…feels sad…creates…. and some people don't even want to read them….. poems… there are so many of them around….. in them are someone's fates, someone's souls…. you read them…and you realize, suddenly…. in some of them, love…. in others, the whole world is ruined…… read them… take five minutes….. they can sometimes tell you a little more… than the person next to you…And the circle is closed, of love, separation, and black poly dots….. /Svetlana Kalugina-Mulik

[gas1le]

I don't even know what I like more about this scene: whether it's how Bumblebee imperceptibly grabbed the handcuffs and deftly snapped them on Steeljaw, erasing his grin, or how he, with a smile, says: "Sorry, Steeljaw, self-preservation, you understand."

It fascinates me that Bumblebee can be so mean.

(Я даже не знаю, что мне больше нравится в этой сцене: то ли то, как Бамблби незаметно схватил наручники и ловко защелкнул их на Стилджо, стирая его ухмылку, то ли то, как он, улыбаясь, говорит: "Извини, Стилджо, инстинкт самосохранения, ты же понимаешь".

Меня восхищает, что Бамблби может быть таким подлым.)

[callxmexcoco]

ты не можешь себе позволить смелость, поэтому не понимаешь мою.

[charliemonroe]

Рай – это не место. Это чувство. ( ощущение, по нашему "состояние души")

Le paradis n'est pas un endroit. C'est un ressenti

Asha

[m4rv3l-girl]

I got this idea from another user @logansgaar who recently posted about Bucky language switching. I thought it’d be a funny and interesting post, our Bucky Barnes forgetting the English word and maybe Sam and the likes really confused and he keeps repeating the word he’s meaning in another language? Idk.

Can you make it a Bucky x Reader?

In English, Bucky

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: None

Bucky wasn’t new to the chaos that came with remembering—or forgetting—things. After decades of Hydra programming and years of self-reclamation, some parts of his life still felt like piecing together a shattered mirror.

This week? It was the languages.

It started small. Just a few words slipped through the cracks, ones he couldn’t quite catch in English even though they floated vividly in Russian, Romanian, or even German. At first, it was no big deal. Y/N was used to his occasional mutterings in foreign tongues when he couldn’t quite put his thoughts into English. But now? It was different. He’d been waking up thinking in one language, holding a conversation in another, and ending his sentences in a third. The confusion? Bucky’s teammates—and poor Sam—were the first casualties.

Sam squinted at Bucky, who was pacing the room, waving his hand wildly as he gestured at the television.

“Ты не понимаешь, да?!” Bucky exclaimed in Russian, throwing his hands in the air.

“What. The. Hell.” Sam deadpanned, looking toward Y/N as if she were his last lifeline. “Seriously, why does he keep yelling at me in Russian?”

Y/N stifled a laugh, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. “He’s saying you’ve got the remote in your hand, and the volume is too loud.”

Sam glanced down at the remote, blinking as realization dawned. He turned the volume down, but that didn’t stop him from pointing a finger at Bucky. “Man, if you’re gonna yell at me, at least do it in a language I understand!”

Bucky groaned, running a hand down his face. “I said that, didn’t I?”

“No, Buck,” Y/N replied with a smile tugging at her lips. “You said it in Russian. Twice.”

Bucky froze mid-gesture, his brows furrowing in confusion. He opened his mouth to argue, only to shut it again, his eyes darting toward the ceiling as if replaying the conversation in his head. A moment later, realization dawned, and his shoulders slumped.

“Seriously?” he muttered, scrubbing his flesh hand down his face.

“Seriously,” Y/N confirmed, biting her lip to keep her amusement in check.

“I thought I—” he began, then groaned, cutting himself off. “Great. Now I’m yelling at people in the wrong language. Next thing you know, I’ll be ordering coffee in German and getting blank stares from the barista.”

Y/N tried and failed to stifle her laughter, the sound bubbling out of her as Bucky shot her a half-hearted glare. Even Sam, ever the instigator, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You know, Barnes,” Sam said, leaning back with his arms crossed, “it’s bad enough you’re already hard to understand half the time with your whole grumpy-man shtick. Now you’re throwing in Russian? Man, no one’s gonna bother arguing with you anymore—they won’t even know how.”

“Thanks, Wilson,” Bucky deadpanned. “Really helpful.”

Sam shrugged, grinning. “Anytime.”

Y/N shook her head, stepping closer to Bucky as she placed a hand on his arm. “Hey,” she said softly, her tone cutting through his frustration. “It’s not a big deal. You’re juggling more languages in that head of yours than most people could even dream of.”

Bucky huffed, his metal fingers flexing absently. “Doesn’t feel like it. Feels like my brain’s broken.”

“It’s not broken,” she assured him, her voice firm but warm. “It’s just...overloaded. Like trying to open twenty browser tabs at once. You just need a minute to figure out which one’s playing the music.”

Her analogy earned her a faint, lopsided smile. “You always know how to make me feel better, Doll.”

“Someone has to,” she teased gently.

Sam, watching the exchange, rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, cue the rom-com moment. Can we get back to the part where Barnes was yelling at me in Russian, though? I feel like I deserve an apology in English for that.”

Bucky’s smirk returned in full force as he glanced at Sam. “Apology? I think I said it perfectly the first time, Wilson.”

This time, it was Y/N who groaned. “Here we go again.”

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Later that evening, Bucky was sulking. Y/N watched him as he slumped into the couch, his metal hand twitching against the fabric as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

“You okay?” she asked gently, settling beside him.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered, switching back to English. His Brooklyn accent was thicker when he was tired, which only made Y/N’s heart squeeze. “I used to be fluent in English. Now I can’t even remember how to say…ugh…what’s the word for when someone’s being difficult on purpose?”

“Stubborn?” she offered.

“Yes! Stubborn!” He sat up, glaring at his own hands as if they’d betrayed him. “I tried to tell Sam that earlier, and I said it in Romanian instead.”

Y/N chuckled, her fingers brushing against his metal arm in a soothing motion. “It’s not a big deal, Buck. You know so many languages—it’s bound to happen sometimes.”

“Yeah, but it’s annoying. And embarrassing.”

“Not to me,” she murmured, her voice soft. “I think it’s cute.”

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her in mock suspicion. “Cute?”

She shrugged. “Cute.”

The next morning, Y/N walked into the kitchen to find Bucky hunched over the table with a stack of index cards, a Sharpie, and a determined expression. He was muttering to himself in what sounded like Polish as he scribbled words in different languages on each card.

“Are you…making flashcards?” she asked, stifling a laugh.

“Don’t laugh,” he grumbled, holding up a card. “If I write them down, maybe my brain will keep them where they belong.”

Y/N bit her lip to suppress her smile. “Baby, your brain isn’t a filing cabinet.”

“Yeah, well, it’s acting like a busted one right now,” he retorted, flipping through his growing pile. “You know how frustrating it is when you’re trying to say something and your brain’s like, ‘Nope, here’s the German version instead?’”

She slid into the seat beside him, resting her chin in her hand. “Maybe your brain’s just reminding you that you’re more than just an American soldier. You’re a man who’s lived through so much, in so many places, and somehow you’ve carried all that with you.”

Bucky paused, his blue eyes softening as he looked at her. “You’re too good to me, Doll.”

“You’re just lucky I took Russian in college,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

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The multilingual confusion came to a head during a mission briefing.

“Barnes, are you ready?” Sam asked, looking expectantly at his friend.

Bucky nodded, and he blurted out, “Да.”

“...What?” he blinked.

“I mean, ja! No—uh, yes!” Bucky groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sam burst out laughing, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Man, he’s broken.”

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky snapped, glaring at him.

Sam only laughed harder. “Dude, you just said yes in three different languages in under five seconds. Are we sure you’re not a Hydra sleeper again?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, his hand twitching toward the knife strapped to his thigh.

“Bucky,” Y/N said gently, placing a hand on his arm. Her tone was soothing, pulling his focus back to her. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous he can barely speak one language.”

He sighed, his shoulders relaxing under her touch. “Yeah, well, it’s still embarrassing.”

“It’s endearing,” she corrected.

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When the day crawled in and night came, as they lay tangled together on the couch, Bucky buried his face in Y/N’s hair. “You really don’t think it’s annoying?” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

“Not at all,” she replied, turning her head to kiss his cheek. “I think it’s a reminder of how far you’ve come.”

“How do you figure?”

“You’re not just James Barnes from Brooklyn anymore. You’re Bucky Barnes, a man who’s lived a hundred lives in a hundred languages. And you’re mine,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper. “That’s what matters.”

He pulled back to look at her, a rare smile curving his lips. “I’m yours, huh?”

“Absolutely,” she said with a grin.

“Then I guess I can deal with forgetting a few English words every now and then,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

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The next morning, Bucky walked into the kitchen to find Sam waiting for him with a smirk and a stack of flashcards.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Your new study guide,” Sam said, flipping through the cards. “I took the liberty of adding a few important phrases. Like, ‘Wilson is the coolest.’”

Bucky groaned, snatching the cards and tossing them onto the counter. “You’re the worst.”

Y/N walked in just in time to hear Sam reply, “No, I’m the coolest—remember?”

Bucky turned to her with a pleading look. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You’ll live, Sergeant Barnes. You’ll live.”

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I hope you enjoyed this, it was so much fun to create! I love acknowledging Bucky’s past without it having to be upsetting, thanks, Hun. 🫶

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