#Ya tozhe khochu

[gregor-samsung]

Я то́же хочу́ [Me too] (Aleksey Balabanov, 2012)

[mexashepot]

Me: I'm not dramatic!!!

Also me, the SECOND the tiniest thing goes wrong:

[galaxythreads]

some lore for you screamed for so long perhaps? i read all 8 (at the time) chapters of that on a 3 hour plane ride it kept me going through quite possibly the worst turbulence i have ever experienced

I'm so sorry about the turbulence. :( That sounds un-fun. Fun fact, I haven't been on a plane since i was 18 months old. I have absolutely no reference for that irl, lol. XD

ANYWAY.

LORE FOR YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

i have been planning some form of this story since 2018. In the original version, there was a massive plague going on. I'll probably still write that version actually. It's different enough from this one that it can stand on its own two feet.

CHAPTER ONE:

I was inspired to start the story several months after Loki got there after reading a Darcy/Loki story on ff.net I never finished

""I don't want to be buried. Cremate me." He instructs, swinging his quiver across one shoulder. "Or drop my body from the sky for the dogs to pick at, I don't really care. I'll be dead." " -- this is 1000% based off of Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved loudly declaring how he wants a sky burial

CHAPTER TWO:

"The looming figure in front of him gives a curt nod, and something smacks him in the back of the knees, and he goes tumbling into suffocation all over again," -- In the end you will always kneel.

Actually, the above torture is a slow form of suffocation. Someone ties a rope around your neck and hands that are connected together and suspends you enough that you have to stand on your toes. When your feet come out from underneath you, the rope on your hands tugs on your neck until it tightens until you either suffocate or manage to stand upright again thus relieving the pressure.

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"He feels the surge of intense, overwhelming heat against his already raw, blistered skin before he even feels the brand press against his back, burning into muscle, bone, anything and everything, and he wont, can't—pain pain pain pain—

He screams—

^^^^ the above scene is the source of THIS scar, "Some of the worst scars are white and puckering against Loki's back and they look older than all of this" (chpt 9) and it will be discussed in further detail later. It's actually very important to the story. All of the dreams are. Nothing was put in there "just because"

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"Hill hates all of them because the fact they're on the same floor is her fault." --- rather than having Fury in charge of the Avengers, I decided that it would probably be more realistic if Hill was. Fury is a busy man.

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I learned some Norwegian for this fic solely so I could know on a basic level when the sentences didn't make sense, lol. XD

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"All of them have made an effort to learn how to learn with Loki's flashbacks, but the only people who have had any real success are Thor and Steve." --- This is because Steve looks like Thor and Loki's brain is not super great at telling them apart when he's a mess.

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"Clint forces out a thin breath, then says, "Do you want a sandwich?"

There's a long lull as if Loki's struggling to understand him. Clint repeats the question."

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I dreamt about you getting your back burned open.

BACK INJURY IMPORTAAAAANNNCCCEEEE lol. XD all of you would be exhausted if you know how much I've been trying to subtly state this.

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Natasha and Clint are legally married in this fic and have been for several years, but I never make that explicit because it doesn't matter to either of them so it's not important to the narrative. They are, first and foremost, partners. (Natasha proposed)

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"Natasha is quiet for a second, then she tags on, "Ya tebya khochu."

Clint chews on his bottom lip, "Ya tozhe khochu tebya,""

This is Russian for "I want you," and then "i want you too." I think it's a little bit more meaningful than I love you.

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Clint doesn't remember being taken to S.H.I.E.L.D. for the first time. When Coulson dragged his sorry butt there for medical after Barney tried to beat him to death, Clint was unconscious.

I have spent so much of this fic paralleling Clint's relationship with his brother with Loki and Thor's.

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"Beside that is, predictably, an open tissue box.

Clint doesn't know what it is, but he's never been in a S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room without one. It's like the janitorial staff is worried that a group of covert spies and government officials are going to spontaneously..."

I work in janitorial. There is an ungodly effort put into making sure the tissue boxes never run out.

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"If you're done saying I love you," Fury looks pointedly at Steve and Tony, the latter of whom smirks. Steve buries his head in his hands.

I have a lot of internalized homophobia issues despite being lesbian, but this is my first gay joke in a fic and I'm really, really proud of it. I know it's not very good or even comes across as a joke, but I felt so proud putting it in here all the same. Acceptance of self is real, y'all.

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when i was listening to this chapter as i edited it, the speech to text reader read "asgardr" as oosgar and it was really funny to me.

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CHAPTER FOUR:

this was the first scene I wrote for this fic.

the Chitauri do not refer to Loki by any other pronoun but "it." this is an effort to dehumanize him. (NOT to say that those who go by it pronouns are not human, love you guys (gender neutral))

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"You are weak, like a mewling, crawling baby animal. But don't worry, because where you failed, your not-brother will succeed." --- Am I making a pointed jab at how awful Mobius calling Loki a mewling kitten was? Yes.

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(chpt 4 vs 8)

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This is one of my favorite interactions in the story. Loki has been lying through his teeth about his feelings most of the fic up to this point and then Clint asks him and Loki tells him the truth.

Loki and Clint have a very strong bond, even then.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

everyone got a specific name-sign in this chapter. Loki's is grumpy-L because he's a grumpy little guy. XD No, it's cause he's grumpy but the L stands for his name

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"Karma coming to collect its debt." -- a reference to my friend @widowronin's SPN story.

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"c"-- by his brother

"b"-- by the circus of crime and Coulson

derogatory -- by his brother and the circus of crime

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Waaaaay too much of my writing was inspired by Buzzfeed Unsolved now. XD

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^^^ this is actually referring to Frigga and Odin's relationship, not the chitauri

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CHAPTER 6:

^^ reference to Vibranium

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the actual plan for the cafeteria scene:

"The Avengers eat breakfast or something at the facility and the SHIELD agents are generally nasty to Loki. One of them starts a fist fight and Loki defends himself until the Avengers bodily pull everybody off and are like “no.” Loki is a little banged up, but nothing serious. Clint breaks some guys nose, though. Bruce looks him over and is visibly agitated. Says that the agents shouldn’t have hurt Loki. Loki’s like, okay, sure, but I did kill like, a lot of people, so they’re entitled. Bruce is like, “:/” "

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this was intentionally framed like the beginning of Black Widow with Yelena. Thus to indicate that Natasha now sees Loki as a brother.

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Loki intentionally says something unrelated to the situation to calm Clint down. yes, this was a reference to Clint and the sandwich thing. It worked so well then, why not now?

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this is an important clue that will help us later

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^^^ Gamora and Nebula

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^^^ Loki dreams about Clint's brother trying to kill Clint. In the next chapter, Loki's brother tries to kill Loki. These scenes were placed on top of each other on purpose. NARRATIVE PARRALEL.

Also. by the gods am i projecting hard into this fic with clint and barney lol.

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^^^ I still cannot believe that @worstloki made this for me, and then the post sort of blew up. Last time I looked it had like 250+ notes and LOTS of tags discussing how wonderful the story was. It literally floored me. I still am baffled and deeply humbled. Thank you.

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CHAPTER EIGHT:

this scene was originally written from Clint's pov. I have it in a junk document somewhere. This is probably going to be Loki's only POV in the fic, but we'll see. I just though it would be really good to see Loki's thoughts about all of this, given how pivotal this moment is in the story.

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chpt 8 vs chpt 5. DIRECTLY MEANT TO PARALLEL EACH OTHER.

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^^^ this is the above meme. In the fic. You're welcome. XD

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Parallel to the first thor, anyone??

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as far as thor is aware in this scene, Loki just killed their parents and his world so the fact that Loki is actually worthy of Mjolnir is absolutely BAFFLING to him.

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CHAPTER 9:

I made the executive decision that odin and Frigga's relationship is...strained, to put it mildly.

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most of the time Siygn is a princess of some distant realm in fics, but no! she's queen here. XD

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reminder!! "Far" is the formal way to address your parent in Norwegian.

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Odin doesn't swear once in this conversation.

ALSO. Loki purposefully tries to intervene before giving up quickly because Odin and Frigga fighting is a common occurrence and he knows it's useless to stop it.

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the way this chapter is set up is that you SEE what Odin and Frigga did to Loki with the flashback to Thor watching over Loki. You are supposed to think "Uh, wait a sec"

THIS is NIce?

for reference:

"Loki is thin, more a skeleton than a person, skin dragged against bone and pulled taut in some grotesque imitation of death. There are layers upon layers of gauze over Loki's entire forearms, covering up the horrible scars and stitches keeping his arms attached to his body. Beneath that is purpling and black bruises several inches thick encircling his wrists. There are open wounds almost everywhere in various degrees of healing, bones still bent awkwardly out of place that the doctors distastefully said they'd need to reset so it could heal right. Loki isn't stable enough for them to try yet."

but yeah. It was nice.

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Btw, the title "You screamed for so long we forgot to care anymore" is NOT a reference to the Avengers.

It's Loki's thoughts to Odin and Frigga. Years of torture, of suffering and pain, of screaming, and they seemed to grow more apathetic to it with time.

I will probably reblog this with more thoughts once the fic is finished, but yeah. I have put a LOT of effort into this fic. And I am still baffled as to how it has so many people reading it. When the number processes in my brain every couple of weeks I feel horrified, lol.

YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

[holmesandtheroman]

Flufftober Day 20 — Kurt x Baba Yaga

Secret Crush

Rating: G

Characters: Yekaterina | Baba Yaga, Kurt Goreshter

Word Count: 1,048

Disclaimer: This takes place before the events of "The Season of the Witch"

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The world had gone to shit. The Avengers had lost with the worst consequences. Half of every living thing had disappeared into dust, and their energy ceased to exist.

Yekaterina had watched as the humans deteriorated without half of their population. Several areas became unpopulated hellscapes, especially the borders of cities. She had never seen anything like this before in her 1,300 years: the world was sick and depressed, but everyone was numb. There was no fear left towards her, but she did not fault the humans for that.

Yekaterina sat at a bus stop bench with her sandwich and began to tuck in. There were only a few restaurants and shops left open out of necessity for the remaining populace, so she took advantage of them. As a Dieva, large quantities of human food and drink could sustain her for a short time, but her source of magic and energy stemmed from the fear people garnered of Baba Yaga through the stories she had sowed and perpetuated for centuries.

In fact, that was her reason for currently being in San Francisco. Before the Destruction, she had felt a surge of fear towards her (the largest she had felt in years), and she had decided to come and find the source. The fear subsided quickly, and then the Destruction happened just as she had made her way to the bay city.

Yekaterina finished her meal and threw the papers away. She stood and began to make her way down the street. Many of the storefronts were covered with missing posters, detailing the names of people who had not been heard of since the Destruction. Her heart ached as she viewed the hundreds of pictures, reminding her of her own losses.

She stopped in front of one store, seeing that some of the posters’ edges had lost their stickiness. Yekaterina sighed and began to try and smooth the posters back onto the glass.

“You lose someone?” came a Russian accented voice next to her.

Yekaterina looked up and blinked. The man who had spoken to her held a concerned expression with his sad, dark eyes. He was tall, and he was rather handsome, but the thing that caught Yekaterina off-guard was his energy. He was the source of the fear she had sensed.

She opened and closed her mouth before glancing between him and the posters. “No, I was fixing these. They will not stay up,” she replied.

The man smiled, a beautiful thing. He gestured with the papers in his hand. “Vy tozhe govorite po?” he asked, referencing her Russian accent. You speak Russian, too?

Yekaterina blushed lightly. “Da, ya khochu,” she replied. Yes, I do.

The man chuckled as he sidled up next to Yekaterina and took a tape dispenser out of his pocket. He held up the papers for her to see: his own missing posters. He then took one, placing the rest underneath his arm, and held it up to the glass. Yekaterina reached out to help him hold it up while he tore off a piece of tape.

“What part of Russia?” he asked after a moment.

“Outside of St. Petersburg,” she fibbed. Yekaterina had at one point lived outside of St. Petersburg, but she did not want to reveal that she had lived all over Russia because she was Baba Yaga.

The man nodded as he taped the four corners of the first poster. It advertised a man named Scott Lang. He took another poster and began to do the same, and Yekaterina helped again. “Suvorov.” He held his index finger and thumb close together. “Very small town.”

Yekaterina chuckled. “Yet here you are in San Francisco,” she countered.

The man shrugged and smirked. “So are you.”

The second poster belonged to Hope Van Dyne.

“Seeing the sights?” he asked jokingly, pulling out a third poster.

Yekaterina shook her head, observing the third poster: Dave Foster. “Looking for someone.”

The man looked up at the posters that were already hung and brought out the fourth one. “Udachi.” Good luck.

“Don’t worry. I already found him,” Yekaterina said, grinning.

The man’s dark eyebrows pitched up. “Him,” he repeated.

“Da,” she replied.

Janet Van Dyne was on the fourth poster.

“Why are you here in San Francisco?” Yekaterina asked, reaching up to hold the fifth poster up.

The man smiled smugly. “I am something of computer wizard,” he said with all the confidence in the world. He nodded his head upwards, and Yekaterina looked up to see a neon sign that read ‘X-Con Security Consultants.’

“Ah,” she said, not really knowing what he meant. She had used human technology before, but it was extremely confusing.

The man stepped back and admired his handiwork after taping the final corner of the fifth poster belonging to Hank Pym. He then turned his head to face Yekaterina. “So, if you need anything from home security or your digital footprint fixed…” He winked at her, and her stomach flipped. “We can help.”

Yekaterina shrugged. “I would not know who to call.”

The man’s expression faltered as he pointed to the logo on his jacket that matched the sign above them. “X-Con…” he murmured.

Yekaterina laughed. “No, you. Your name,” she clarified.

The smile returned to the man’s lips. He held out his hand for her to shake. “Kurt. Goreshter.”

Yekaterina shook his hand. “Yekaterina Svarogova,” she introduced.

Kurt smiled, seemingly pleased at learning her name. “Krasivoye imya.” A beautiful name.

Yekaterina glanced away, blushing furiously this time. Kurt began to step away, but he pointed at the posters and said, “Thank you for your help.”

She nodded and waved as he smiled once more at her and opened the door to X-Con before disappearing inside. She kept her gaze locked on the door as she realized that, even though she had meant Kurt’s fear to be her new energy source, she could not shake this new feeling that billowed inside her like her own magic. Yekaterina turned away and smiled as she continued walking down the street. Kurt was now her secret crush after only meeting him once.

As she made her way back to her house, she envisioned all the ways she could bump into him before she finally would reveal her true self.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Russian and The American P26 The Door

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT        COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER  RATING: SAD + SCARY

I got dressed and sat at the table looking at the door, It had been four hours since Benny called and watching the moments tick by on the clock only worried me more. Where was he? What was going on? What did he mean? I tried to force it out of my mind sitting here in the haunting quiet. Until it was suddenly interrupted by a loud and forceful bang on the door. A knock, but done so hard it was as if they tried to break down the door, I didn't move knowing the door was locked up tight the metal of the door shaking in the frame as the loud knock came again, I held my breath feeling my heart beat out of my chest hearing it echo in my ears, as the door knocked louder and more forceful. I got up from the chair slipping off my shoes to carefully and silently step across the icy cold stone of the basement floor, I walked to the steps of the door holding the railing there looking as the door knocked again the lock rattling from its testing. I tried with all my might not to scream, As I listened

"Dumayesh', ona tam?" a voice asks, I knew that voice, he was one of my security men

"Vam ne kazhetsya, chto ona slishkom umna dlya etogo?" Another voice asks

"Net, ona dostatochno glupa, chtoby vse yeshche zdes'."

"Davayte budem ser'yeznymi, yesli on tozhe poluchil soobshcheniye, kak vy dumayete, ona dostatochno glupa, chtoby vse yeshche byt' zdes'? kak tol'ko ona poluchit yego soobshcheniye, ona sdelayet beguna, ya govoryu vam, chto eto mesto pusto"

"YA vse yeshche khochu proverit'"

Another louder knock came before there was silence.

The next sound I heard was the clicking and clacking of metal on metal and I saw the light that usual cascade through the keyhole was being blocked and flickering, I looked around for somewhere to hide, Damn this stupid basemnt apartment and its lack of rooms! I stepped and quickly and quietly as I could across the floor into the bedroom quickly hiding under the bed pulling the duvet over the side to hide me as I heard the door unlock and click open.

I heard there flat footed heavy steps down the steps and onto the stone floor of the apartment, there was two men for sure. I peaked out from under the covers a tiny bit as I saw the figures of two men in long grey coats slightly blurred by the glass bedroom window they stood in the apartment looking around investigating objects and paperwork, One came into the bedroom so I hid myself away putting a hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing he lifted the covers checking the mattress but he didn't look under here, He then moved putting his hand under the bed and I as quietly as I could move out the way of his hand his fingers only inches from my hair he searched around about to move closer-

"Prikhodite posmotret' na eto?" The other called so he returned the duvet how it was and left the bedroom going out into the apartment

"U nego bylo drugoye mesto, eto ob"yasnyayet, chto on arendoval yeshche dva mesta, a ne zdes'? B'yus' ob zaklad, ona v odnom iz nikh." The man explained

Another Apartment? Benny had other apartments? That he didn't tell me about?

"Togda nam nuzhno spustit'sya tuda, no pozvat' kogo-nibud' syuda. YA khochu znat', chto kto-to idet ili vykhodit iz etogo zdaniya" He explained before I heard another noise a familiar sound of pills in a bottle "Pozvoni yemu. Ona ne prinimayet lekarstva." the voice said before I heard there hurried steps leave slamming the door shut behind them. I waited under that bed for an hour to make sure they weren't still here, or still looking in the windows waiting for me. I climbed out and tenderly stepped across the floor of the apartment it was empty the door closed having locked itself behind it as it always did, things about the apartment moved and scattered in odd places from there searching, My bottle of pills sat on the table in the centre of a half played chess board and on top of if something that made a horrific fear grow inside of me, more then having my security inches from me, more then Casak knowing I was off my pills, more then the idea they where this close to narrowing down where I was. It was that on the icy floor among papers and books sat the dinning table and its chairs, the chess board sat on it the pieces ascue from me messing with it, Benny's coffee cup on one side my own apple juice glass on the other, My pill bottle on the board the rainbow of coloured capsules tinted a slightly more yellow colour from the plastic of the bottle the white screw on lid done tightly with my name across the rim, as if left for me to find, Ontop of the bottle on the flat lid cover, Sat A silver ring. The Wide rim polished on the inside from skin contact, the flat face on the outside with the shaped edges. Benny's ring. I had never seen him parted from it the whole time I had known him, even when being here with him I had never really seen him take it off except for a shower or a bath and even then it would sit on the sink and be put back on his right ring finger as soon as he could.

I knew this was a message from them. From Casak. And I knew what it meant.

They had Benny.

[ruspeach]

SOUND: https://www.ruspeach.com/en/news/1924/ Весёлый разговорник [Vesyolyj razgovornik] - Funny phrasebook Оно так и было, когда я пришёл! [Ono tak i bylo, kogda ya prishyol] - It already was like this when I came! Позаботьтесь о моей лошади. [Pozabot'tes' o moej loshadi] - Take care of my horse. Как мне пройти в самый опасный квартал в вашем городе? [Kak mne projti v samyj opasnyj kvartal v vashem gorode] - How do I get to the most dangerous neighborhood in your town? Я хотел бы пожить у вас дома. [ya khotel by pozhit' u vas doma] - I would like to stay at your place. Где мой зонт? Я тоже хочу быть гидом. [Gde moj zont? ya tozhe khochu byt' gidom] - Where is my umbrella? I want to be a guide too. Могу я называть Вас Иннокентий? [Mogu ya nazyvat' Vas Innokentij] - Can I call you Innokentiy? Кто Вы такой и что мне от Вас нужно? [Kto Vy takoj i chto mne ot Vas nuzhno] - Who are you and what do I need from you? Здравствуйте, земляне. [Zdravstvujte, zemlyane] - Hello, Terranes. Ничего, если я разведу костер? [Nichego, esli ya razvedu koster] - Is it okay if I make a fire? Мне это не нужно, отговорите ме��я, пожалуйста. [Mne ehto ne nuzhno, otgovorite menya, pozhalujsta.] - I do not need this, please, discourage me from it. Почему у моей комнаты сменили номер и там другие люди? [Pochemu u moej komnaty smenili nomer i tam drugie lyudi] - Why has my room number changed and why are there other people in there? я не могу есть грибы, я им обещал [ya ne mogu est' griby - ya im obeshhal] - I can not eat mushrooms - I've promised them Вы уже потратили чаевые, которые я давал вчера? [Vy uzhe potratili chaevye, kotorye ya daval vchera?] - Have you already spent the tips I gave you yesterday? Говорите тише, я Вас всё равно не понимаю. [Govorite tishe, ya Vas vsyo ravno ne ponimayu] - Speak quieter, I cannot understand you anyway. Отпустите, у меня есть право на звонок моему авокадо! [Otpustite, u menya est' pravo na zvonok moemu avokado] - Let me go, I have a right to call my avocado! www.ruspeach.com

[because-we-were-to-young-babe]

Even if I got now a new women in my life; you are the only one in my heart. You always was and you always will. I just hope you are happy.

This is a songtext I wrote for you ира.

Btw don’t mind if it’s not correct russian grammar, thanks.

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Ya lyublyu tebya/ Prosto mechta/ Angelu/ Bol'shaya lyubov'

Ya lyublyu tebya

seychas ya tak daleye

ya lyublyu tebya

nakonets ya gotov

ya lyublyu tebya

seychas ya poteryal

I still love you

and I miss you

Ya ne mogu spat'

seychas ya tak orala

nikto menya ne slyshit

slyshish' moye serdtse zovet tebya

moya dusha tozhe zovet tebya

no ty ushel

i ya umer vnutri

ya umer vnutri

ya umer vnutri

ya umer vnutri

my byli molody i naivny

ya tozhe byl glup

ya ne mogu povernut' vremya vspyat'

kak by mne khotelos', chtoby ty byl zdes'

ya khochu tvoyey lyubvi

ty mne nuzhen, chtoby zhit'

Ya ubityy kak vchera

ty nashla sebe poluchshe

i zavtra mne budet vse ravno

kak ty tam, kak ty tam, s kem ty tam

i ya umer vnutri

ya umer vnutri

Ya lyublyu tebya

seychas ya tak daleye

ya lyublyu tebya

nakonets ya gotov

ya lyublyu tebya

seychas ya poteryal

I still love you

and I miss you

Ya ubityy kak vchera

ty nashla sebe poluchshe

i zavtra mne budet vse ravno

kak ty tam, kak ty tam, s kem ty tam

i ya umer vnutri

moye serdtse prinadlezhit tebe

moye serdtse prinadlezhit tebe

i vse zhe ya sprashivayu sebya

s kem ty tusish'sya?

s kem ty kurish' seychas?

s kem ty trakhayesh'sya seychas?

gde-gde ty seychas?

(Written on 08/2021 at 5:13 am by Ayla-Emine)

23.08.2021,

Happy Birthday 🖤

[coberabc]

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Отлично. У меня есть несколько вопросов: 1. Какой у меня сайт и какое его название вам понравилось? - photo-ontrezv.business.site - rummoontrezv.wixsite.com/ontrezv 2. Вы находитесь на странице посткроссинга - это ссылка на ваш сайт. Вы актриса или любительница прототипов? Как мне это увидеть? 3. Языковой барьер может помешать. Очень хочу дружить по электронной переписке и помочь вам найти клад. Я хочу отправить клад по почте. Мое хобби - писать книги. Моя любимая книга С. Лукьяненко «Спектр». 4. Какой сайт геокэшинга вы предпочитаете? - https://geocaching.su/?pn=101&cid=17000 Я создал клад в своем родном городке. - на geocaching.com я не могу зарегистрировать клады. - geokrety.org/konkret.php?id=80625 В этом 2020 году я нашел неофициальный виртуальный, виртуально-реальный сайт. 5. Хотите стать искателем сокровищ? 6. Отправить вам по почте мультик "Почтовая рыбка"? 7. Можете ли ВЫ читать и понимать статьи на русском языке? - https://vk.com/@trezv_31_bukva-klad-otkrbltka - https://vk.com/@r_trezv-realnyi-sekretrs-v-pochtovoi- .. - https://vk.com/@s_trezv-postkrossing-i-trezvaya-azbuka - https://vk.com/@c_trezv-cel-dostignuta

Спасибо, что разрешили мне отправить вам электронное письмо. rummo.ontrezv@yandex.ru Есть другие, которые я почти не использую.

Я в социальных сетях. Обожаю соцсети vk.com Но вы также можете написать здесь: - www.proza.ru/avtor/kleinklon - www.facebook.com/vovatrezv - Мне не понравился твиттер @klein_o_N_trezv «Мне это тоже не нравится, но я там». Иногда проверяю там свои личные сообщения. www.instagram.com/v.n.rummo/

Я зарегистрирован везде и жду ваших писем. Надеюсь, у вас будет время рассказать мне о себе. Я надеюсь, что ваши письма не попадут в папку со спамом автоматически.

Быстро и всегда меня найдешь в vk.com Но теперь я буду чаще проверять свой Facebook. Вы также можете задать вопросы там. Otlichno. U menya yest' neskol'ko voprosov: 1. Kakoy u menya sayt i kakoye yego nazvaniye vam ponravilos'? - photo-ontrezv.business.site - rummoontrezv.wixsite.com/ontrezv 2. Vy nakhodites' na stranitse postkrossinga - eto ssylka na vash sayt. Vy aktrisa ili lyubitel'nitsa prototipov? Kak mne eto uvidet'? 3. YAzykovoy bar'yer mozhet pomeshat'. Ochen' khochu druzhit' po elektronnoy perepiske i pomoch' vam nayti klad. YA khochu otpravit' klad po pochte. Moye khobbi - pisat' knigi. Moya lyubimaya kniga S. Luk'yanenko «Spektr». 4. Kakoy sayt geokeshinga vy predpochitayete? - https://geocaching.su/?pn=101&cid=17000 YA sozdal klad v svoyem rodnom gorodke. - na geocaching.com ya ne mogu zaregistrirovat' klady. - geokrety.org/konkret.php?id=80625 V etom 2020 godu ya nashel neofitsial'nyy virtual'nyy, virtual'no-real'nyy sayt. 5. Khotite stat' iskatelem sokrovishch? 6. Otpravit' vam po pochte mul'tik "Pochtovaya rybka"? 7. Mozhete li VY chitat' i ponimat' stat'i na russkom yazyke? - https://vk.com/@trezv_31_bukva-klad-otkrbltka - https://vk.com/@r_trezv-realnyi-sekretrs-v-pochtovoi- .. - https://vk.com/@s_trezv-postkrossing-i-trezvaya-azbuka - https://vk.com/@c_trezv-cel-dostignuta

Spasibo, chto razreshili mne otpravit' vam elektronnoye pis'mo. rummo.ontrezv@yandex.ru Yest' drugiye, kotoryye ya pochti ne ispol'zuyu.

YA v sotsial'nykh setyakh. Obozhayu sotsseti vk.com No vy takzhe mozhete napisat' zdes': - www.proza.ru/avtor/kleinklon - www.facebook.com/vovatrezv - Mne ne ponravilsya tvitter @klein_o_N_trezv «Mne eto tozhe ne nravitsya, no ya tam». Inogda proveryayu tam svoi lichnyye soobshcheniya. www.instagram.com/v.n.rummo/

YA zaregistrirovan vezde i zhdu vashikh pisem. Nadeyus', u vas budet vremya rasskazat' mne o sebe. YA nadeyus', chto vashi pis'ma ne popadut v papku so spamom avtomaticheski.

Bystro i vsegda menya naydesh' v vk.com No teper' ya budu chashche proveryat' svoy Facebook. Vy takzhe mozhete zadat' voprosy tam.

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Observative Overview

Hi! I have a movie experience for ya today :D It was like a week ago when we watched Me Too in my school. (...no it is not weird because I study International Relations while focusing on Eastern Europe :D)

And this movie got completely stuck in my head. :D Unsurprisingly because if you watched at least one of really famous and “big” Russian directors you know this feeling :D

I can recall like every scene from this movie and I still think of it even I don’t want to. I guess I won’t stop watching anime in a large scale :DD but I’m really looking forward to next lesson (it’s more like session though :D) and the next movie because I enjoy this a lot. A LOT.

...btw... Я тоже хочу! :DDDD

[gregor-samsung]

Я то́же хочу́ [Me too] (Aleksey Balabanov, 2012)

[valtesse]

YA TOZHE KHOCHU / me too (2012)

[stochastique-blog]

Im Human

Я то́же хочу́ [Me too] (Aleksey Balabanov, 2012)