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slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

my hand is officially dead but here is more altean prince iwaizumi + designs :’D

I still can’t believe that Flint’s entire character, his whole persona, his ambitions, his entire life, is canonically based on his romantic love for another man. Literally everything that drives him stems from that love. Everything he’s trying to accomplish, everything he is. Captain Flint is literally a character created by a man who loved another man. And it’s canon.

Café vocabulary in Polish

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Based on @malteseboy‘s POST.

You should also check out THIS post out by @polskieserce who create a great café vocabulary list! 

Nouns:

  • biscuit - ciastko n
  • cupcake - babeczka f
  • pie - ciasto n
  • cake - tort m
  • milk - mleko n (singularia tantum)
  • food - jedzenie (singularia tantum)
  • coffee - kawa f
  • black coffee - czarna kawa f
  • latte - latte f
  • café - kawiarnia f
  • cup of coffee - kubek m / filiżanka f kawy
  • teaspoon - łyżeczka f 
  • table - stolik m
  • small plate - talerzyk m
  • cup - kubek m
  • teacup - filiżanka f
  • saucer - spodek m / spodeczek m
  • cup of tea - kubek m / filiżanka f herbaty 
  • tea - herbata f
  • black tea - czarna herbata f
  • green tea - zielona herbata f
  • white tea - biała herbata f
  • fruit tea - herbata owocowa f
  • herbal tea - ziołowa herbata f
  • mint - mięta f (singularia tantum)
  • drinks - napoje (pl.)
  • sugar - cukier (singularia tantum)

Popular pies/cakes in Polish café:

  • brownie - brownie n
  • apple pie - szarlotka f
  • meringue cake - tort bezowy m / beza f
  • carrot cake - ciasto marchewkowe n
  • cheesecake - sernik
  • yeast cake - ciasto drożdżowe n
  • tart - tarta f
  • tiramisu - tiramisu n
  • honey cake - miodownik m

Phrases:

  • Outside or inside? - Na zewnątrz czy w środku?
  • What can I get for you? - Co podać?
  • I’d like to have… - Poproszę… + acc.
  • to take away - na wynos
  • How much is it? - Ile to kosztuje?
  • Check, please - Poproszę rachunek
  • with milk - z mlekiem
  • with ice - z lodem
  • with sugar - z cukrem
  • without milk - bez mleka
  • without ice - bez lodu
  • without sugar - bez cukru

Adjectives (masculine):

  • fresh - świeży 
  • sweet - słodki 
  • hot - gorący 
  • cold - zimny
  • good - dobry
  • tasty - smaczny, pyszny
  • strong - mocny
  • weak, light - słaby
  • large - duży
  • medium - średni
  • small - mały

Verbs:

  • to have a coffee - pić kawę (impf.) / napić się kawy (pf.)
  • to eat - jeść (impf.) / zjeść (pf.)
  • to go have a coffee - iść (impf.) / pójść (pf.) na kawę 
  • to sit - siadać (impf.) siedzieć (impf.) / siąść (pf.) / usiąść (pf.)
  • to drink - pić (impf.) / wypić (pf.)
  • to buy - kupować (impf.) / kupić (pf.)
  • to order - zamawiać (impf.) / zamówić (pf.)
  • to pay for… - płacić (impf.) / zapłacić (pf.) za
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I love how in this scene Yu is literally ready to follow Yosuke anywhere

Meanwhile the others are like “Bruh. No way. You’re on your own on this one.”

Victuuri Frozen AU

OK BEAR WITH ME HERE PEOPLE

  • Victor is a young prince who discovers he has the power to control ice, and at first he’s fascinated but then slowly realizes that he can’t control it
  • It comes to a head when he’s a teenager and he loses control in the palace, accidentally shooting a small son of a servant in the chest with his ice powers, making the boy pass out
  • the boy lives, but Victor is horrified with himself, so he leaves the palace, leaving king yakov & the others distraught. he secludes himself in an ice castle where he can’t hurt anybody else again with only his younger friend yurio, who travels back and forth between the palace and the ice castle, trying to get victor to come home and failing
  • years pass, and katsuki yuuri is a young boy in the village who has been told tales of the ice prince for ages, they hold a festival for him every year bc yakov is still upset that he left. yurio is the only person who knows where he is but respects his wishes and his location is a badly-kept secret
  • yuuri has a small strand of silver hair, but he has never known why
  • he gets lost in the woods one day, and it’s cold out and he’s freezing, and he can’t remember which direction he came from, and he doesn’t have his phone with him
  • but he finds a man in the woods, silver haired, alone, looking at him with an analytical, fearful expression
  • the man takes him into the ice castle (which isn’t made of actual ice but w/e) and gets him blankets and warm tea and tries to help him but is simultaneously horrified
  • as soon as yuuri feels better victor tries to kick him out, but yuuri figures out who he is
  • (that’s when yuuri turns around and victor sees the strand of silver hair)
  • (and it’s the little boy he’d hurt so many years ago)
  • and yuuri forgives him, tries to get him to come home. victor refuses but yuuri visits him often with yurio, who pretends to hate him but secretly loves him
  • they slowly but surely fall in love
  • eventually, victor comes home and they live happily ever after
  • (((also, yes, olaf is yurio. we were all thinking it. i was thinking it, you were thinking it. makkachin is the moose/caribou thing whose name i can’t remember)))

Okay, I’m late, even with American time zones, but happy birthday @may12324 ! Her beautiful Willa Cousland with Leliana and Alistair

I had a thought.

At first I was simply doodling because I thought maybe Emmy would wear suits then I thought she looked like some sort of dapper detective and so I gave her a gun.

Then I thought what if there was a detective AU 

So I drew Layton with a gun but I thought of my icon so what if he gets handed a gun and doesn’t know how to use it properly and doesn’t want to shoot someone accidentally so just stands there not knowing what to do with it.

And so I did this because Emmy knows her shit and Layton no.

Being an hero isn’t half as glamorous as they make it sound, really

something that really grinds my gears is people labelling and over exaggerating this whole “possessive jongin” trend and it’s really annoying and I wish people would stop pushing a disgusting and toxic trait like that onto this sweet person and a friendship/relationship that they know nothing about in real life.

Being possessive and controlling and overly jealous are not “cute” things to have in a relationship, they’re not “sweet” or “full of love” – they’re toxic and unhealthy, and shippers need to fucking stop glamifying these things and make-believing and teaching younger, more impressionable shippers that that’s what love is, and that it’s okay, because it’s fucking not.

Some people need to realize that Jongin is not the immature, whiny, clingy, bitterly jealous child you constantly make him out to be for “the feels.” He’s a grown ass man.

So please stop, it’s gross.

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caustic-synishade  asked:

you know what's fun? uncalled for hatred. getting it because of the shit with mark. but you're community seems to stay so goddamn positive it's wonderful. don't mind me slipping back in here for a bit. wowie it's all nice and warm and cozy. what did you do here to make it so nice?

I have so much love for this community. You all are so nice and welcoming. It’s not me that makes this community great, it’s all of you. So thank YOU for making it so wonderful!

taebabywhysoserious  asked:

Omg belly dancer Otabek is so beautiful I nearly cried. Afterwards I couldn't stop imagining a belly dancing Yuri to go along with him and I was curious if you were considering that?? Once again, omg he's beautiful bless you

oh gosh okay, since a lot of people want it, i’ll try drawing belly dancer yuri too! and beka’s always beautiful i cry every time just thinking about him ;o;;