#the russian years

[lost-in-russia]

"Yeah, but I don't think he's gonna transition"

[rageflippedtables]

Perhaps all they need is time...

Russian translation:

"Nice shot soldier"

"Now eliminate the second target"

"Why didn't you shoot soldier?"

"Speak up!"

"Take him back and teach him that we don't tolerate failure" (we don't fail)

"The reset it"

[apicturewithasmile]

Fun thing to do for Americans today:

Call your congress people and demand that they vote for the Ukraine aid bill.

It's been almost 500 days since congress last approved aid to Ukraine. 🇺🇦 forces are severely lacking in ammunition there, which means they cannot protect their cities and energy infrastructure and have to leave soldiers at the frontline without cover because they need to ration their firepower. Civilians are dying, soldiers defending freedom and democracy are dying. Ukraine will lose and cease to exist if they run out of weapons.

Russia is 100% responsible for the war, but inaction makes the USA complicit and will lead to a bigger war in Europe that is very likely going to include NATO directly, meaning your fellow countrypeople will actually have to come here and fight. Don't want that? Then fucking support Ukraine NOW! It's the morally right and logical thing to do and serves your own interests!!

[ryuki-draws]

That's all that's left. Fifty-seven pages of research, two bottles of morphine and one ticket back to the Capital. The train departs at dusk.

An illustration for a Patho AU inspired by Bulgakov I'll probably never write properly but it's been worming in my brain for over two years now.

[russianfolklore]

Adrian Ermolayev's illustration for russian tale "Snegurochka".

Snegurochka (or The Snow Maiden) is a character in Russian fairy tales, a girl made of snow. Since the mid-20th century, Snegurochka has been depicted as the granddaughter and helper of Ded Moroz (Grandfather Frost) during New Year parties for children.

[jazzandpizazz]

the obsession continues…

[mudwerks]

[kacievvbbbb]

You do get the sense that Mihawk is a man that has never been normal about a single thing, a day in his life.

He either underreacts or overreacts, Things either don't affect him or obsess him there is no in between. There is only the russian roulette of which option you get.

And unless you're a certain red head or cotton candy haired child, neither option spells anything great for your general well being or the integrity of your ship...

[skoff-the-artist]

And the world kept turning

He was lying on his back looking at the sky. Grey clouds drifted somewhere beyond the horizon, their edges murky and pulsing in time with the blue blood that flowed away from him. He could feel the snow on his neck, caught by the collar of his jacket as he fell, powerless, to the ground covered with a thin layer of white. The snow had already begun to melt, sticking his silver hair into strands and sending almost imperceptible blue waves across his exosuit. The warmth was leaving him.

One by one he turned off the danger alerts, turned off the beacon. Turned off the comms. The red spots of warnings in front of his eyes disappeared, grayness flooded his entire field of vision. Slowly he took his hand away from his pierced side, letting it fall beside him. The bleeding was easing.

Something small and cold touched his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second and didn't open them for a minute.

Two minutes.

Then he looked up.

Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky.

There was no one around. Just the sky, the snow, and him, soon to be just as cold. It did not bother him.

Snowflakes had already stuck to his eyelashes, small drops were running down his face, tangled in the fur on his jacket. He couldn't see it, but the snow beneath him had turned blue. Warm. Cerulean streaks widened, penetrating deeper into the ground, small rivers stubbornly making their way between the transparent crystals. Running away from him.

A crack passed through his face with a quiet crunch. It didn't hurt anymore - his whole body was numb, unable to sustain life any longer. He accepted it, lazily watching the clouds as they began to blur. Something other than melt water ran down his cheeks.

He was alone

He didn't care.

[sov666sov]

Some doodles with Bi-han I will never finish ❄️

(It's was supposed a meme from tik tok with sound "can a grown man can be smile real quick" because i think when bi-han is smiling it's like...a miracle for people around xd)

Twitter ❄️❄️❄️

[justacynicalromantic]

A Story About A Ukrainian Book

Once upon a time, there was a Ukrainian writer of children's stories and poems Volodymyr Vakulenko.

When Russians occupied Izyum - the town he lived in - he hid his manuscripts under a cherry tree in his garden.

One day, Russians came in, took him, and killed him.

Once upon a time, there was a Ukrainian writer Victoria Amelina. She came to Izyum after Ukrainian army liberated it and found Vakulenko's manuscripts and sent them to be published.

One day, when Victoria was showing foreign journalists around in a beautiful city of Kramatorsk, Russian missile flew in the café they were dining in and killed her.

Once upon a time, there was a Ukrainian book publishing agency Vivat. It was one of the biggest in the whole country. Vivat took Volodymyr's manuscripts from Victoria, worked diligently to compile them and published them.

One day, Russian missiles flew in the building, where Vivat publishing agency was, and destroyed it completely.

The End.

[lovethytendytenderly]

The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) by Fall Out Boy // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 21)

April 7, 2012 - February 8th, 2024

Happy Training Camp! We're officially so back

[plutorine]

Grushenka as Gustav Klimt's Adele Bloch-Bauer I

[folklorespring]

This.

Back in November 18-year-old Mykyta Zasiadko died on the frontline. At the age of 15, he was awarded the title of Master of Sports of Ukraine in swimming, and at 17 — a candidate for Master of Sports in freestyle wrestling. As soon as he turned 18 he voluntarily joined the army. He was born in 2005.

Read this again. Someone who was born in 2005 was killed for defending their country from the occupiers. 18 years old.

[deadlilmoon]

Oh he’s so in love

[russianfolklore]

Morozko from the 1924 russian movie "Morozko" by Yuri Zhelyabuzhskiy.

Morozko (Grandfather Frost) is a spirit of frost or sometimes a wizard of winter. Since the 19th century this character has changed, and now he is a symbol of the New Year holiday. Morozko is similar to Santa Claus in his modern role in russian culture.

Honestly, I made this post only to promote the movie. You must see it, it's good. Morozko of 1924 is a silent movie, you can just read the tale to understand what is happening on the screen. The movie is basically a horror (but not really scary, not in modern sense at least), and the plot of the movie is closer to the fairy tale than the plot of the 1964 version.

Pro:

it's a movie adaptation of the fairy tale

it's a horror

Morozko!

actually interesting to watch

it's just 35 minutes long

authentical folk costumes from a century ago

wedding (the wedding song is a banger!)

There are no cons. Just watch it! :)