#murit

[julesdraws]

doodles inspired by scenes from the lovely fic: Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

PLEASE GO READ IT IT'S SO DAMN GOOD!!

(officially in my top 3 all time fav radioapple fics <33 , made me feel all the feels ToT)

(THEY'RE IN A QPR, THEY'RE KINDA ENBY, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER, THEY KISS, THEY LIKE HOLDING HANDDSSSSS)

(and alastor wears black and a dark red lipstick nghh)

[ciochinaflorin]

90 I 2024. TRANSFORMAREA IMPOSIBILĂ PENTRU OM SAU DIN ȘARPE, POM (I) [Luca 3.7-9 I Numeri 17.8] 30 Martie 2024

90 I 2024. TRANSFORMAREA IMPOSIBILĂ PENTRU OM SAU DIN ȘARPE … POM (I) ! I Podcast I Pasaje Biblice : Luca 3 : 7 – 9 I Numeri 17 : 8 I Meditaţii din Cuvânt I Cezareea I Reşiţa I 30 Martie 2024 I Transformarea imposibilă pentru om sau Din șarpe … pom. Se poate ca un șarpe să fie transformat în pom roditor ?! Așa ceva este imposibil pentru om, deoarece niciun om de pe pământ nu poate să facă o…

[inprimalinie]

Moartea lui Navalnîi*, avansare în Avdeevka. Rezultatele zilei de 16 februarie în Ucraina

Alexei Navalnîi* a murit în colonia penitenciară nr. 3 din districtul autonom Iamalo-Neneț, moartea sa provocând o reacție violentă în Ucraina. Unități ale forțelor armate rusești avansează în Avdeevka. Moartea lui Navalnîi* a fost anunțată în după-amiaza zilei de 16 februarie. La 16.02.2024, în colonia penitenciară nr. 3, deținutul Navalnîi A.A.*, după o plimbare, s-a simțit rău, pierzându-și…

[cristinaboncea]

Mă bucur că mama a murit | Recenzie literară

Încă de când am aflat de existența acestei cărți, mi-am dorit foarte mult să o citesc. Nu aveam nici cea mai vagă idee cine este Jennette McCurdy, dar titlul în sine m-a atras și mi-am dat seama de pe atunci că Mă bucur că mama a murit are potențialul de a deveni una din cărțile mele favorite. Iată că am avut dreptate! IntroducereDespre ce este vorba în carteFeedback…

[atitudini]

Pustnicul olandez Jozef van den Berg a trecut la Domnul

Cu întristare am aflat vestea că fostul actor și ucenic al Sf. Porfirie, pustnicul Jozef van den Berg, a trecut la Domnul, vineri, 13 octombrie, la vârsta de 74 de ani. Continue reading Untitled

[misshazelevers20]

Personaje românești în filmul Anaconda 3???

[alexsavescu]

La ceasul despărțirii

O revedem cu ochii inimii pe doamna Elena Aioanei în câteva episoade memorabile. Iat-o, la Protoieria Fălticeni împreună cu membrele SFOR a cărei președintă era, pregătind pachete pentru a fi împărțite familiilor defavorizate. E lângă profesoara Aspazia Mancu pe care a urmat-o ca președintă în timp la conducerea Societății Femeilor Ortodoxe Române. Iat-o, la Rădășeni, veșnic prezentă,…

[acumtv]

Tragedie - un copil a murit inecat într-un canal din Bacău

Tragedie – un copil a murit inecat într-un canal din Bacău. Se juca împreună cu alți doi copii, la marginea apei.  Tragedie – un copil a murit înecat marti, 7 martie, în județul Bacău. Un adolescent de 15 ani și-a aflat sfârșitul în canalul de fugă al râului Bistrița, după ce a căzut în apă și s-a înecat. Băiatul a fost adus la mal de pompieri, însă manevrele de resuscitare nu au avut…

[mihai-florescu]

Și te-ai dus, dulce minune,

Ș-a murit iubirea noastră -

Floare-albastră! floare-albastră!...

Totuși este trist în lume!

[musickgeek]

The Same {Bucky Barnes x Reader}

Third Person P.O.V.

The Avengers stealthily boarded the cargo ship, covered by the darkness of the night. They had spent months chasing her, The Reaper. Another deadly soldier who Hydra had used to replace the Winter Soldier. She seemed to be popping up everywhere, and the Avengers were sure she was up to no good. She left death behind her as if she were truly the one to wield the scythe and lead the souls. But the killings had stopped two months ago, and she was on the run from them. They were glad for the spared lives, but frustrated at how the clues to find her got scarcer and scarcer.

Fury's sources had tracked her this ship exporting various weapons out of Africa. Though it seemed to have no connections to Hydra or any smugglers on their radar, it was definitely a dangerous and illegal ship. Still, they had to focus on the target above all else. If she was traveling with military grade weapons and explosives, it did not mean good news.

The team split up, searching for her. And who should find her first then her predecessor, Bucky Barnes. "I've got eyes on her," he whispered into the intercom, "on the bow, portside. She's going through the crates." Before Bucky could engage, a rumbling came from within the ship. "Explosive going off in the hull. Everyone get off the ship!" He heard Natasha call. Bucky saw the Reaper start running, and gave chase with determination. Every attack against Hydra felt personal to him, he wanted to make them all pay. He wanted them to lose.

He grabbed her by the back of her jacket, which made her whirl around, freeing herself from his grasp. She put her arms up as if this were a mere sparring match. "Soldat de iarna. El trăiește până la urmă." Bucky was caught off-guard. Romanian? "Soldatul de iarnă a murit. Omul adevărat a trăit."

"If you call doing someone else's bidding living." She snapped, lunging at him with a left hook. The both swing and dodge and miss until The Reaper finally caught Bucky in the gut. She tried to run, but he recovered enough to grab her ankle. It proved to be a futile effort and the explosions in the ship got closer and more violent. A large blast no more then hundred feet away releases enough force to knock them over board into the water below. 

(Y/n) P.O.V. 

I gasp for breath when I get to the surface. My body aches from the impact, and I growl at the  frustration of being caught. The Winter Soldier pops up about ten feet from me, trying to contact his team. I assume it's no use when he slams his hand into the water. More explosions come from the ship making it increasingly more dangerous to be around. The soldier spots me, and begins swimming toward me with malice in his eyes. "You guys blew up the ship? Aren't you supposed to be the good guys?" I snap. "We didn't do this! Why were you on that ship, Reaper?" He growls. "That's a need to know basis." I look around and spot something in the distance. Without waiting for his response, I start to swim away. "Where do you think you're going?" He calls.

"There's land about a mile that way, and I don't see your team anywhere around here. Not that I would find their presence real welcoming. Think you can keep up?" I ask mockingly. "I'm a super soldier with a metal arm. I think you should ask yourself that." He snaps.

"Ah, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?" I ask, already swimming again. He responds gruffly. "That remains to be seen." The water swirls around me, rough and choppy and dark, but warm enough. Its terrifying and threatening, part of what makes the ocean so beautiful. The perfect killer. The soldier ends up few yards ahead of me, and reaches the sand before me. He glares at me the whole time I pull up. "The hell do you want?" I hiss. He ignores the questions.

"The other Avengers will find us soon. When they do, you'll finally be caught." I clench my teeth in anger. If only he knew. Maybe he wouldn't be such a douche. But he doesn't deserve to know. He doesn't deserve a thing from me. "Not if I find a way off first. Or get rid of you. Or Hydra beats them." I notice the slight change in demeanor. I realize he fears them. I smirk. "What? Can't even handle the word? They fucked you up good, didn't they?" He stalks towards me, real close to my face. "Shut up." He quickly grabs my wrists, cuffing them before I can react.

Dammit. I've lost my touch.

"Kinky," I retaliate. "What part of 'shut up' don't you understand?"

"The 'up' part. Why is that the phrase to tell someone to stop talking?"

"Smart ass...you shut your jaw up-why am I having this conversation? Let's just go. We need search for food, a clean water source, and a signal."

"Well, I can't help with my hands tied and all, so I'll just sit here, and-"

"Your legs work. I'm not leaving you alone." He grabs me to make sure I don't separate. He has an intense look as he walks like in a movie. I sign in defeat, too tired from the swim to argue. This is going to be...interesting. I need to find a way to escape or, like he said, the Avengers will capture me.

~~~~~

We survive the first few days with a great struggle. Although we were both trained for this situation, how to survive while stranded in many environments, we spend too much time at each others throats to get much done. 

"You're doing it wrong."

"I'd like to see you try and do this while your hands are cuffed together, jackass."

Things calm down after what I'd guess to be a week in. We give up on being picked up anytime soon, and any escape. He uncuffs me, deciding I'm more helpful with the free range, but keeps a close eye on me. Two weeks in, and I give up on escaping entirely. Either Hydra will find me and use me again, or the Avengers will find me and kill me. I think I prefer the ladder.

"I never would have guessed your friends were so incompetent. I mean, we weren't that far from the wreckage." I say one afternoon. We lie in the sand under the shade of a tree. Where he once would have ignored or argued with me, he instead says, "You know? Me too. They managed to find me after all." 

"You must be delirious to be agreeing with me." I joke. He chuckles. "Maybe." I roll over so we're looking at each other. "What's your name?" I ask. "Your real one, I mean." He narrows his eyes at me, as if trying to figure out the hidden meaning. "Why do you care?"

"I'll tell you mine in exchange." He still looks skeptical. "Come on, shouldn't we try to work together here?" He's silent for a moment. "James Bucannon Barnes. My friends call me Bucky." I snicker at the name. "Bucannon? What are you, a 100 years old?" 

"Yes." He answers with such intensity that I don't even think to question it. I know what Hydra is capable of. "Oh. I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "Your name." It's not a question, but a demand. Maybe I shouldn't hand over that information, but it's been so long since I've introduced myself or heard my name that I can't help myself. "(Y/n) (L/n). I don't know what my friends call me. I'm not a 100 years old though." He shakes his head again, but with humor this time. "You can laugh, I'm hilarious, 'Bucky.'" I mock. Now he frowns. "We're not friends."

~~~~~

"You know, Barnes. I bet we could build a pretty decent raft with the stuff around this place. We can't stay here forever." Though we had found springs of fresh water, were able to fish and forage, and could find shelter in small caves, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life here. I want more from the life I was dealt. "And go where? We don't even know what direction land is in, and we would lose the vital resources we have. We'd likely end up lost at sea, and die of thirst."

"Then stay here. I'll go without you. You guys want me dead anyway." I insist stubbornly. "That's not- I don't want you to die, (L/n). We're not your precious Hydra. We want to put a stop to your massacre." He spits. "At any means necessary, even killing me?" I ask for confirmation, but I know the answer. "I won't let you condemn yourself to death." He insists. I'm shocked at his phrasing. Maybe it's just him remembering himself in my place, but it's the most care someone has shown me in a long time. "Okay, Barnes." If he's shocked by my easy compliance, he doesn't show it. I drop the issue, even after a month of being stuck here.

~~~~~

I sit on the shore while Barnes uses the makeshift spear to fish, yelling at him still. "You don't know anything about me or what I've done! You think you're so high and mighty? You've done everything I've done and worse!" He doesn't respond, but his stabs at the fish get more aggressive. I notice the wave getting darker, rougher, and faster. "And now what? You wanna prove you're so manly but catching nothing? Get your head out of your ass, Barnes. There is a storm coming, come back to shore." He stops, and turns to face me, not making a move toward me. "So you can yell at me more? I already know what I've done. You can't insist I know nothing about, Reaper. I've been studying you for months. Do you have any remorse?" 

Before I can answer, A huge wave crashes over him. He falls over. "Barnes! Look out!" Another wave seems to wash away because I lose sight of him. "Fine, let the idiot drown." I growl to myself. I take a few steps towards our shelter before stopping. "Dammit." I turn back, and sprint towards the water. The water is rough and cold, but I dive in anyways. I'm coming, I'm coming, My lungs burn by the time I find his motionless body floating toward the bottom of the reef. I kick hard, and grab him under his arms. Jeez he's heavy. With massive struggle, I drag the dead weight onto shore. I'm exhausted from the ordeal, but still fly into panic when I realize he isn't breathing. I can't be stuck here alone. I can't let him die. He deserves more from this life too.

I begin the compressions. "Come on, Barnes. Come on. Don't give up. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. You're not a bad guy, you didn't serve it. Come on, please. Barnes?" His body shudders underneath my hands. "James?" His eyes fly open, and he gasps. "Bucky!" He sits up quickly and coughs up water. I sigh in relief. I rub his back a little to ease him. "Let it out, it's okay." Once it's up, he lays back, heaving a little. "You okay, Barnes?" He looks at me, smiles slightly, and says, "Bucky." My face scrunches in confusion. "What? Did almost drowning scramble your brain?"

"You called me Bucky. You panicked. You care about me." He mocks, sitting up. I quickly get defensive. "I do not. I just can't have your friends thinking I killed you."

"Sure. You don't care even little that I die?"

"...It'd get boring around here."

He chuckles. "Thank you, (Y/n). I guess you saved my life."

The usage of my name feels so personal, but right. I frown. I can't get attached, I have to keep running. "Well you can make it up to me. When they come for you, the Avengers I mean, don't tell them I'm here. Please. Tell them I escaped, I drowned, anything." His good mood turns sour again. "I can't do that. You're still a wanted criminal."

"You don't understand. I don't work for Hydra anymore!" I snap, standing over him. "Well you did!"

"So did you!"

"That was different, I didn't have a choice, I wasn't in control!"

"Neither was I!" Shock fills his face. I fall to my knees again in front of him. "Neither was I. I didn't choose to be theirs. I didn't choose anything." Silence. Silence is so incredibly powerful. It allows for a whirlwind of emotion and questions in a short amount of time. When he finally does speak, it's barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't. Don't do that."

"I should have recognized the patterns. You were hiding from them, not us."

"Don't worry about it, Barnes. Seriously. Let's get you to a fire."

~~~~~

I start us a fire to warm us up before the storm hit. He looks somehow both pensive and awkward. "I don't remember my old life. I try to, but it's so fuzzy. I'm worried it's gone forever." I admit. "It's not. I promise."

"And if I don't like it?"

"Change your future." He says simply. "I found my own file. I got too curious, but hid it. Then I ran away. Apparently, I was a police officer." I look into the fire, but I feel his eyes on me. "I'm sure you were a good one. You still have the compassion."

"If only I'd had it sooner, saved people like I was supposed to. Like I wanted to, I think."

"You still can."

"They killed my family to avoid another situation like you." 

"I'm sorry."

"Everything is gone for me. I think it would be easier to die, James." I start to cry, my chest wracked with sobs. He comes right up next to me, closer then he's ever been, and lifts my head to make me look at him. He brushes the wet hair stuck to my face away. "Thank you. For trusting me. I've fought this battle, (Y/n), It will be okay."

Maybe it's the glow from the fire, or maybe the sight of the moon, or the crash of the ocean. Hell, maybe just being stranded here so long. Something pulls me even closer to him. I hated him. Why am I doing this? Why is he responding? We both lean in, inches apart. But it's ruined.

"We've surrounded you! Put your hands up!" We fly away from each other, hands up, red dots pointed at us. It takes only a look to see it's the men I've tried so hard to run from. Hydra. "This couldn't be more perfect. The Winter Soldier and the Reaper. Just who we've been looking for." From the corner of my eye, I see the slight tense of Bucky's muscles, the fear he extrudes. I won't let him suffer this way again. He's suffered far too long. Battle after battle. I can't let that be his life anymore. I keep my hands up, slowly standing in surrender. "I will go with you, willingly, but if, and only if, you let Barnes go. We all walk away, and leave him here alone. The Avengers will come for him, and cause you more grief. They have broken your words out of him, it would be starting over for you. They won't come for me. Take me, leave him alone. You don't need him anymore."

The soldier in charge nods at the others, seemingly accepting. They know they are no match for me, for us. I get on my knees, and allow them to cuff me. "(Y/n), no-" He starts to stand, but a nearby soldier butts his rifle into his stomach. He doubles over, groaning. "I said leave him alone!" I seethe. "Fall out." The leader calls. The soldiers drag me away, leaving Bucky by the fire. I close my eyes as they lead me, trying to capture the the feeling of freedom for the last time. The smell of the salty sea air, the cool breeze in my hair, the soft sand on my feet. I force myself to focus on my senses so I don't have to think about look of panic in Bucky's eyes, how pretty he looked when I thought he would kiss me, or the grief swelling my heart that I may never see him again as the real me. My only real comfort as I'm chained to the metal floor of this Hydra ship is that I saved him. I know the Avengers will find him soon, and he will be happy with them.  "O sa fie bine." I repeat.

Third Person P.O.V.

Only a mere hours later did the Avengers find Bucky on that island. That had managed to track the Hydra team there. They found him alone by the fire, surprised at the tears, guilt, and regret in his eyes. "We have to find her, we have to save her. She gave herself up for me."

"Save who?" Steve asked carefully. "(Y/n). Hydra got her, they-"

"Who?"

"The Reaper, the second assassins, (L/n), her. She's like me, we have to...We have to...Fuck." He couldn't even find the words to begin to explain to them that they were all wrong. Steve, understanding him like no one else, puts a hand on her shoulder. "We'll find her, Buck."

[mayrine]

tocmai am văzut o poză cu ouăle moarte, zi distrusă

Crezi că Leo se gândește la Trump când îl vede pe Pepito? Crezi ca Tallulah aude ouăle moarte, acum că este atât de departe de ei? Poate încă îi aude, dar vocile lor sunt mult mai încete sau poate nu îi mai aude de loc

Dar Chunsik? Em, Sunny și Pepito știu despre vechile ouă, le știu istoria, dar Chunsik nu știe. Mi-l imaginez pe Chayanne, uitându-se cu tristețe la Chunsik, promisându-i oului că nu-l va lăsa să fie uitat. Chunsik nu înțelege la ce se referă Chayanne bineînțeles, dar îi vede tristețea din ochi.

Mici copii crescând în umbra celor care au murit, neînțelegând de ce ceilalți se uită la ei ca și când văd pe altcineva în locul lor

[cavou]

**"Nu m-a omorât, dar ceva în mine a pierit,

În acea zi, când totul în tăcere s-a sfârșit.

Privirea ta, rece, ca un ultim rămas bun,

A stins o parte din suflet, un foc ce nu mai arde acum.

N-a fost moartea trupului, dar inima s-a frânt,

Un colț din mine s-a rupt și s-a scurs în vânt.

Nu știu când, nu știu cum, dar n-am să uit vreodată,

Că în acea zi, o parte din mine a murit odată."**

[galatiul-e-un-oras-de-basm]

trebuie să scriu asta aici pentru că blogul ăsta e un jurnal

Nu știu de voi ce faceți de Paști (da, a trecut de mult dar eu abia acum constat că nu am scris despre ce urmează sa zic), că în mare parte din lucrurile cele mai stranii au loc exact in luna Aprilie. În fine, începem așa:

(a) dezamăgirea vieții mele, am mers cu familia la mamaie acasă să petrecem Paștele împreună. Dau să intru în bucătărie și mă izbește un miros divin de pastramă de capră. Bucuroasă dar și proastă în același timp o întreb pe mătușa (care stă cu mamaie) dacă au cumpărat o capră special pentru pastramă și răspunsul a fost nu. Mi-am lipit moaca de geamul cuptorului și am întrebat ferm și răspicat dacă e capra din ogradă. Mătușa a zâmbit larg până la urechi.

(b) pt că mamaie e pe economii, mi-a cerut să mă duc la cimitir ca să pictez numele străbunicilor. Am cumpărat o găleată de vopsea alba, mi-am luat câteva pensule și m-am dus direct la cimitir. Acum, imaginați-vă că e un sat destul de gol, liniștit. Bătea un soare afară de ma topeam pe drum, bătea și vântul, până una alta am ajuns la peticul de pământ. Nu știu dacă ați mai avut ocazia să pictati numele, data nașterii/decesul a rudelor voastre, dar va zic eu aci că vă trezește și vă încearcă un sentiment destul de ciudat. Străbunii sunt îngropați unul lângă altul, nimic fensi, ci doar cruci de fier simple vopsite în negru și la mijloc aveau pe ambele părți (spre interior și exterior) plăcuțe din același material. Baza crucilor era din ciment. Până aici a fost bine, am intrat și am călcat direct pe mormintele lor (cine știe câte înjurături vechi mi-am luat) dar măcar știu că nu a fost cu intenție rea. Am băgat acolo găleata și dă-i tată și scrie numele citeț (să vezi ce crize existențiale aveam că vopseaua aceea se întindea ca cascavalul), aminteste-ti când s-au născut și când au murit și etc. Lăsând faptul că scriam acolo, bă, nu fusese zare de om până când simțurile mele animalice au decis că "ce ar fi să-mi întorc capul?", bă, apăruse o babă așa sha-boom (uite așa era să mor exact între străbuni), s-a materializat ființa aceea și mă întreabă: "a cui ești tu?" Am schimbat două-trei vorbe și mă trezesc că am terminat de scris pe ambele părți. Toate bune și frumoase, am facut o mătanie și m-am cărat de acolo.

[dhr-ao3]

Manacled (Incatusat) Senlinyu

Manacled (Incatusat) Senlinyu https://ift.tt/EUIFY2o by CristinasWords This is a translated work of the amazing Manacled by SenLinYU. Aceasta este o versiune in limba romana a cartii "Manacled" de SenLinYu. Harry Potter a murit. In urma războiului, pentru a restabili puterea lumii magice, Cap-de-mort pornește un proces de repopulare. Hermione Granger deține un secret al Ordinului Phoenix - pierdut dar ascuns în amintirile ei - așadar este forțată să devină sclavă surogat pentru Marele Comandant până ce mintea ei va putea fi deslușită. Words: 18111, Chapters: 6/77, Language: Română Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/LBdFw5J January 03, 2025 at 02:25PM

[firefly-project]

Cosmic Cowboys, c’est quoi ?

Depuis le temps qu'il murit dans ma tête, il est enfin temps de partager quelques détails du projet ! Alors Cosmic Cowboys, c'est quoi au juste ?

Un forum RPG de western sci-fi inspiré de l’univers de Firefly.

Un terrain de jeu centré autour de la planète Deadwood et de ses deux lunes proches.

La possibilité d’explorer des enjeux de politiques locales, de conflits idéologiques, de drames familiales, d’explorations spatiales, et de survie dans un environnement hostile qui vous réservent bien des surprises.

Faire parti d’un des trois équipages jouables autour desquels se déroulent des intrigues :

Le Fortuna — un équipage de contrebandiers dirigé le charismatique Capitaine Fortuna, propriétaire du Ranch qui porte son nom.

Le Mei Mei — dirigé par la famille Wang, leaders politiques de la région.

Le Halifax — l'équipage de l’Alliance, qui tente tant bien que mal de faire respecter l’ordre en patrouillant les espaces orbitaux et intervenant dans les affaires locales.

Jouer des ‘lonesome space cowboys’ (des individus sans équipages)

Participer à des intrigues, des missions, de tenter sa chance au lancer de dés.

AUSSI, si vous l'avez loupé, j'ai posté plus tôt dans la semaine un moodboard qui devrait vous aider à mieux visualiser le concept.

J'espère que ce petit avant-gout vous intrigue/inspire/excite ! On se retrouve bientôt pour plus de détails :) (Et Je voudrais passer un merci spécial à ceux et celles qui m'ont remotivé à dépoussiérer ce projet si cher à mon coeur ❤️ Votre âme est pure et je vous souhaite que votre café soit toujours chaud et vos draps soient toujours propres et sentent la rose; bisous.)

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

În Teambuilding

Marbas holding a card that says Jesus: A murit pentru pacatele noastre

Buer: Vadim. Vadim Tudor. Corneliu Vadim Tudor!