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yelena-bellova · 3 years

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Fault Line: Prologue - Steve Rogers x F!Enhanced!Reader

Prologue - chapter one

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Plot: Y/n’s life is a game of hide and seek and so far she’s beaten everybody. But her winning streak may not last as long as she’d hoped it would.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: OKAY. I have too many fics going at once but I got this idea and couldn’t let it go. I tried writing a Steve x Reader series a while back and it sucked quite frankly, so I spent a little more time developing this one. Steve doesn’t appear in this chapter but plenty of familiar faces do. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! (no beta reader because we die like men.)

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Bosnian winters were brutal. It got down to freezing temperatures, the pavement was iced over, you couldn’t go a day without being hit by a snowstorm…It was by no means remote but if you were hiding from something, not many people thought to look there. Which meant I was safe.

I casually strolled through the crowded Sarajevo marketplace, the only care in my mind being what I should eat for lunch. As soon as I stepped foot into the city, I knew I was on borrowed time. Not that it mattered, quick escapes were my forte. I spotted a falafel stand run by a middle aged man, one of the only stalls I hadn’t stopped at in the last few days.

“Jedan, molim,” I said, smiling sweetly at the vendor as I watched him make the dish. As he prepared to hand me the finished product, I faked innocence and rushed to dig through the empty pockets of my coat. The man handed me the food wrapped in paper and raised his eyebrows expectantly. I looked up from my coat pockets and tilted my head, “Izvini.” Before he could understand why I was apologizing, I was gone…Having vanished into thin air.

When I reappeared, I was no longer in the marketplace. I was outside the abandoned shack in the Bosnian forest I’d been calling home the last couple days. I was living a ways out from the country’s capital so the search for the disappearing woman remained unsuccessful. Triumphant in having scored lunch, I turned on my heels to head inside my temporary home.

I hadn’t expected the dozen armed soldiers with their guns aimed at me.

“You boys wanna come in for a drink?” I quipped in English, gesturing to the front door, “I’m not sure I have enough for everyone but I can pop out to the store and get some more.” “I’d stay here if I were you,” a shadowed figure said from the front porch, “It didn’t take us long to track you and it won’t be hard to do it again.” Americans. In Bosnia. Interesting…

“Mind telling me who the hell you are?” I called, squinting to try and make the voice’s body out.

A man came forward, stepping in between two of the soldiers who still had yet to lower their weapons. He pushed back the hood of his winter coat to show his face, “Agent Coulson, we’re with S.H.I.E.L.D. We’d like you to come with us.” I looked behind and around me, waiting for someone to make a move. “So I’m supposed to just go with a group of soldiers with their guns pointed at my head? Is it that simple, Agent Coulson?” “It can if you want it to be,” he replied, for as threatening as he should have been he wore a small smile on his face, “We’d like to talk to you.” “About?”

“About how someone like you has been jumping from Russia to Colombia without a plane. Or India to Canada. Or Jamaica to Scotland.”

I raised an eyebrow and casually took a bite of the stolen falafel I still held, “So you have been tracking me.” “Miss Y/l/n, it would seem that you’re highly gifted,” Agent Coulson continued, taking a step closer to me, “We’re here to help you, not to hurt you. I’d like to bring you back to headquarters to talk to you about your abilities.” I smirked as I chewed, “I’m not a mercenary that organizations like yours can just hire for an assassination.” “That’s not why we’re here. It’s not what you can do for us, it’s what we can do for you.” “Hmm,” I sarcastically smiled, “And what is it that I’m getting out of going with you?”

“A life where you don’t have to steal baklava for lunch.”

Having lived how I had for so long, I prided myself on my good instincts. There was good, there was bad and every once in a while there was a grey area. A combination of right and wrong that was subjective to each person’s perspective. As my eyes scanned over Agent Coulson, a professional yet non threatening presence, and the soldiers ready to kill me if I dared to fight back, I decided that I had just landed in a very grey area. If I didn’t go with them, I wasn’t sure what they’d do. If I did, I wasn’t sure what they’d ask of me.

Then again, I was a bit of a grey area myself.

I held up my food, “It’s a falafel.”

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It had been a long time since I’d been back in the states longer than the five seconds it took to steal a bag of Cheetos from a convenience store.

Agent Coulson had deposited me in a stark white interrogation room and promptly left. After the twenty minute mark passed without anyone entering, disappearing and landing in Cairo began to sound more and more attractive. Just as I was seriously considering it, the locked door opened.

“Miss Y/l/n,” a dark skinned man greeted, “You’re a hard one to pin down.” “Really? Cause according to Agent Coulson, it was as easy as breathing for you guys,” I replied, tightening my crossed arms.

“It got easier once we developed the right tech,” he said, coming to sit in the the chair directly across me, “But apparently you’d never heard of us until today ergo you didn’t know we were tracking you which begs the question…Who were you running from?”

“Wow,” I chuckled, “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” “I don’t like to waste time.” I snorted before giving him a once over. He wore an eyepatch, all jet black clothing complete with a matching trench coat. He looked the part of Man In Charge perfectly. “If you’re gonna ask me for my life story, I’m gonna need to know a little bit about you too.” “All you need to know about me right now is that I’m a man who sees potential in you.” “Potential?” “Potential.”

“That��s not what people typically see in me,” I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.

“No, they see a thief, a cheat, and I’m willing to bet,” the man leaned forward and put his arms on the table that separated us, “Somebody sees you as a threat.” Oh, if only he knew…

“If you’re a government agency then you already have a file on me, meaning that there’s not going to be much I have to say that you don’t already know,” I spoke up, making sure to continue matching the guy’s intense eye contact.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in concurrence before turning to the double sided glass window. It didn’t take more than five seconds before the door opened and Agent Coulson stepped through carrying a manila folder. He handed it to my questioner before disappearing through the doorway once again, I almost wished he would stay. He was the only person I knew at the moment.

“Looks like you’ve been all over,” the man observed as he flipped through the folder, “Gotten yourself into a lot of trouble and whenever someone catches you, poof! Like magic…”

I was excellent at hiding, but I knew when I was beat. As nice as leaving sounded, S.H.I.E.L.D knew too much about me for me to run.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, lowering my gaze to the table.

“Don’t know what?” “I don’t know who I’m running from,” I continued, “But they’re there. If I stay in one place for too long, someone breaks into whatever rusted shed I’m living in or ambushes me in the middle of a bazaar…Somebody wants me.” The man had stopped browsing my file and was intently watching me recount my story, “How long’ve you been on the run?” “Five years,” I explained, suddenly not comfortable with meeting him eye to eye “I was fifteen, woke up in God knows where with no memory of how I got there. While I was wandering around trying to figure out where I was, a group of men tried to grab me. Fortunately for me,” my lips twisted into a smirk, “I can make a quick getaway.”

“You remember where you’re from?” I inhaled deeply and shut my eyes as I exhaled, “No. Any memories before I started living like this are…blurred. I can almost make out a few, mostly from when I was a kid, but I don’t remember any details about my life other than my name and my age. Got anything in your almighty folder that can fill in the gaps?” “We only know what you’ve told us and what you’ve chosen to shown the world,” he replied as he reopened the packet, “Looks like disappearing isn’t the only trick you’ve got up your sleeve.”

“A girl’s gotta defend herself somehow,” I cocked an eyebrow, by now I’d relaxed my rigid posture and was tracing shapes on the table with a finger, “But if you’ve done as much research as you say you have then you should know I don’t bring any of that out unless I absolutely have to.” “Oh, I’ve seen the security cam footage,” he laughed, folding his hands together in front of him, “You put on quite a show. That’s that potential I was talking about.”

After a beat of silence, I finally asked the million dollar question. “What is it that you want from me, Director Fury?”

He should’ve been surprised, most people were, but it didn’t seem like me digging around in his mind was more of an event than eating breakfast was. “Only when you absolutely have to, huh?”

I gave him a small shrug and waited for him to answer. He kept his eyes locked on me, nodding his head ever so slightly. “Miss Y/l/n, whether you’ve thought about it or not, you have the ability do a lot more with yourself than skipping out on the dinner bill. You could be out there stopping the kind of people that are after you instead of running from them. And if you weren’t interested in the prospect of that even just a little, you wouldn’t still be sitting here.” Now there he was right. I agreed to come with Agent Coulson, I willingly let them bring me into an interrogation room, I’d discussed vulnerable details of my life with Director Fury…There was a small part of me that wanted to be a part of something.

“You wanna keep bouncing between continents praying that you don’t get caught? That’s fine, it’s no skin off my back,” Director Fury held his hands up in mock surrender and promptly lowered them back down, “But you stay and you can be a part of a world bigger than you could possibly imagine.”

The only world I’d ever known was spinning a globe, picking a random location, finding the most remote part of the county, stealing what I needed to get by and living in abandoned houses. I’d never had any sense of security. And while the life that Director Fury was offering me gave no guarantee that I’d live long enough to grow old, it didn’t require me to stay as paranoid as I was in the name of survival. I’d gotten by just fine on my own, but I’d never allowed myself to think of a future where I didn’t have to just get by…

“I already told Agent Coulson that I’m not a mercenary,” I began firmly, “I’m not a weapon for you to utilize whenever you want. I’m not joining some super secret spy organization only to find out after a while that I’m working for the bad guys,” I paused to take a slow breath, “But I don’t particularly enjoy being a criminal and if what you’re saying is true, I’m willing to give it a shot.” Director Fury gave me a single nod and just like that, I’d accepted a job without actually committing to sticking around. Fury turned once again to the double sided mirror and the door swung open, ushering in Agent Coulson, a redheaded woman and a blonde man I had yet to meet.

“You’ve already met Agent Coulson, I’d like to introduce you to Agent Romanoff,” he gestured to the woman, “And Agent Barton,” he looked towards the blonde, “He and Coulson will be some of the senior personnel personally overseeing your transition into S.H.I.E.L.D and I have a hunch you and Miss Romanoff will work well together.” “I work just fine on my own, thank you,” I stated, the thought of trusting someone to have my back sent the walls I’d just lowered shooting back up.

“I hate to break it to you but we work as a team here,” Agent Romanoff said, her voice cool and unaffected by my displeasure. If anything, it seemed like she found it slightly amusing, “Besides, you don’t have anything to worry about. Agent Barton’s my partner.”

Director Fury made for the door, Agent Romanoff and the still silent Agent Barton following promptly. “I’ll leave it to Coulson to get you settled, but I’ll be watching your progress closely.” I could give the man credit, he knew how to wear the whole Tall, Dark, Man-With-All-The-Secrets hat well except for one thing. He couldn’t keep any secrets from me. Once the room’s occupancy had lessened, my eyes flew to Agent Coulson.

“What’s the Avengers Initiative?”

He wore a small and knowing smile, “A work in progress. For now, let’s focus on getting you through training then we’ll work on finding you a partner.”

Standing up to follow him out the door, I protested against his checklist, “I already said-“ “I know, but there may come a time where you change your mind,” he interrupted, his tone had gone from professional to semi-friendly as we walked down the hall, “This job is rewarding, but it’s hard work. Having the right partner by your side makes it all a little easier. You’ll see…”

We approached a railing that overlooked the main floor of the headquarters. Coulson didn’t think twice about the view while I approached it curiously. There were people everywhere, more than I’d been around in a long time. Something about the sight of so many individuals dedicated to doing the right thing made something inside of me relax. Maybe for the first time in my life, I was right where I needed to be.

Agent Coulson must have sensed my peace, he came to stand beside me and turned his gaze to where mine was. “Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.”

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Translations: Jedan, molim: One, please.

Izvini: Sorry.

#marvel imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine

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kontra-svijeta · 2 years

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ne znam zasto bas tebi ovo pisem but i gotta write it somewhere to somebody

i'm so sick of myself and this life and everything and i don't even know if i can continue like this anymore

sve jebeno boli

sorry for this

Hej, jako mi je zao sto to cujem i sto se tako osjecas, ali molim te, preklinjem te ne radi sebi nista. Ako zelis razgovarati, javi se, ovako ne mogu puno reci, ali molim te, ne radi sebi nista. Ja duboko vjerujem da postoji izlaz iz te situacije, samo ti trebamo pokazati da nije sve tako lose kako izgleda.

Ily, i drzi se, nije mama picku rodila!!!!

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betweenthetimeandsound · 3 years

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (240-231)

#240: Joci Pápai - Az én apám (Hungary 2019)

"Hallom őt, az ő szívét a húrokon Látom őt, múló idővel az arcomon Az ő hitét büszkeség vallanom Ezeregy dalból ezt az egyet dúdolom, dúdolom"

"I can hear him, his heart on the strings I can see him, bearing the passing time on my face I’m proud to confess his faith Of a thousand and one songs this is the one that I hum"

If there's anything I love at Eurovision, is when someone sings a song from their soul. And in both of Joci's entries, he does just that.

Az en apam is a bit more sedate than his first entry (which will come soon enough), but it's calming and serene with substance. The lyrics, talking about his relationship with his father, is a touching and poetic tribute, one that people should really speak to their loved ones that care about them.

It's just a shame this song was the one to break Hungary's impressive qualifying streak; I thought they were on a path to win soon (though not with this one...). And they left the contest too; hopefully they will steer the ship back to more open waters and come back.

Personal ranking: 5th/41 Actual ranking: DNQ (did not qualify)--12th in the first semi-final in Tel Aviv

#239: Anna Vissi -- Mono i Agapi (Cyprus 1982)

"Η ζωή μας περνά, κι ότι φεύγει πονά Πίσω δε γυρνά, κι όμως κάτι μας κρατά"

"Our life passes by, and whatever leaves, we’re in pain It doesn’t come back, but something holds us together"

In most cases, the first entry somebody has sent in the contest is their best, with a number of exceptions here and there. Anna is one of them; I never liked her first entry, but her other two are fantastic.

Mono i agapi is quite lyrically simplistic--it talks about how love remains between two people, as the world changes around them. But the melody has a very loungy sound--I've heard it being compared to a James Bond theme. While I don't hear why it would be the case (other than the alluring mystery of this piece), it does give a calming vibe, and stands out in the rather mediocre field in 1982.

Personal ranking: 3rd/18 Actual ranking: 5th/18 in Harrogate

#238: Yardena Arazi -- Ben Adam (Israel 1988)

בן אדם הוא רק בשר ודם,” אבק פורח במדבר, בן אדם, בדרך העולם, כצל עובר, כחרס הנשבר "

“A human being is only flesh and blood, Dust flying in the desert A human being, in the way of the world Like a passing shadow, like broken pottery"

Yardena's time at Eurovision 1988 is best known for the anecdote where she goes to a fortune teller who said that song #9 would win that contest. When the draw occurred, Israel was slotted into that place, but was shafted up to #8 when Cyprus withdrew from having an already-released song. #9 would go to Ne Partez Pas Sans moi, which would end up winning and make history thanks to its singer.

This ends up taking away from the song itself; Ben Adam is reminiscent of older folk songs, but it takes off with its own character and flair. I also love the lyrics, which recognizes humans as flawed, without berating them as such. (We need a little bit more of that in the internet world, haha)

The flurry towards the end of the song was well-executed too, and the instrumentation is just fantastic. It feels like one was in a festival!

Personal ranking: 2nd/21 Actual ranking: 7th/21 in Dublin

#237: Amandine Bourgeois -- L'enfer et moi (France 2013)

“Tu m’as fait pleurer à vif Mon cou porte encore ta griffe J’aimais échanger de peau”

“You made me cry a lot You can still see your mark on my neck I used to like exchanging skin”

I love the dark sensuality of this song—with its blues influences, it tells a story of a relationship gone awry, but does so with sophistication. It starts out with a slick guitar line, which later devolves into a full on outrage against the lover at question.

The harshness of this song probably clashed with its opening spot, which is why it’s so underrated. Or it was because of Amandine’s styling...

Either way, it has grown on me since I watched the 2013 contest, and it gets the right vibes going...except with the lyrical story...

Personal ranking: 5th/39 Actual ranking: 23rd/26 GF in Malmo

#236: Ambasadori -- Ne mogu skriti svoju bol (Yugoslavia 1976)

"Ne molim da se vratiš Al’ molim te da pamtiš Voljela tebe samo sam ja”

“I’m not begging you to come back But please remember I only loved you”

Ambasadori was one of Yugoslavia's biggest groups, and they have a long list of who's who in the Bosnia music scene. I'm not familiar with their other music, but Ne mogu skriti svoju bol definitely highlights their artistry, along with the dark-pop take Yugoslavia had in 1970s Eurovision.

This song was initally my fifth place of 1976, but it has steadily grown until it became my fourth (knocking out Portugal in the process) The instrumentation conveys a dark mood, despite the upbeat strings and the poppy sound. There’s a grooviness in it to contrast the sullen lyrics, mourning for a lost love. It definitely stands out in the crowd; along with Ismeta's lack of makeup.

It got rewarded with a second-to-last place, which is way too low for this. And Yugoslavia withdrew for five years, and came back with a new sound...

Personal ranking: 4th/18 Actual ranking: 17th/18 in Den Haag

#235: Zibbz -- Stones (Switzerland 2018)

"Sins of the father make us fall And I can’t do anything about it"

2018 had a number of staging errors which cost several countries qualification. In Stones' cases, this wasn't the case.

Corrine has incredible stage presence, with a sense of strength and attiude as she struts on the stage. She definitely adds substance to this powerful pop-rock song, fighting against bullying in all corners of society.

To further that, she lights a flare at the bridge, which definitely hits the tone of the song home. Plus, it was an awesome moment to behold.

Basically, Zibbz did everything right--great song, thoughtful message, simple but impactful staging, and it still didn't qualify...While it has outgrown me a bit, it's still a total jam.

Personal ranking: 9th/43 Actual ranking: DNQ -- 13th in the first semi-final in Lisbon

#234: Kalomira -- Secret Combination (Greece 2008)

“An open book An open book, well, I'm sorry, I am not Sometimes I'm acting like a lady Sometimes woman, sometimes baby.”

"You maybe an open book Spongebob, but I'm a bit more complicated than that"

One third of the female-bop grouping in the 2008 contest, Secret Combination takes Greek instrumentation and American production to produce quite the gem. I could imagine Britney Spears singing this, but I also thought of the Cheetah Girls when I was listening to it. With a bit of sweetness and a touch of sexiness, Kalomira plays the different roles well--and has a cute moment when the book actually opens, revealing her in a really nice silvery dress!

Personal ranking: 7th/43 Actual ranking: 3rd/25 GF in Belgrade

#233: Avi Toledano -- Hora (Israel 1982)

"וגם ההורה, ההיא עם הה”א קולה עוד עולה, קולה לא נדם"

"And also the Hora, the one with the Hey Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced"

Israel had a particular style with songs from the 1980s--they are usually really energetic, with fun choreography in which everyone joins along. It makes for good results and good energy, especially when it's done well!

Hora seems to embody it in many ways, from the celebratory lyrics to the fun dancing across the really tiny stage in Harrogate. It combines Israeli folk music with a sense of joie-de-vivre, celebrating the nation (which as you will see later, may not work today...)

Avi earns himself a strong second place, but he would write something even better the following year (again, will come later)!

Personal and actual ranking: 2nd/18 at Harrogate

#232: Raphael Gualazzi -- Madness of Love (Italy 2011)

"Ma vedrai un altro me in un sogno fragile Riderai come se non ti avessi amato mai Cercherai un altro me oltre all’ombra di un caffè"

"But you’ll see another me in a fragile dream You’ll laugh as if I had never loved you You’ll look for another me beyond the shadow of a coffee"

Between 1994 and 2010, Italy withdrew from Eurovision, with only one participation in 1997. Nobody knows why, with reasons ranging from the rise of a televote to Italian disinterest in the contest, but they were certainly missed. Thanks to the late Rafaella Carra and a bunch of other circumstances, Italy came back in 2011, and they did so in style.

"Madness of Love" is frequently overlooked amongst Italy's post-comeback entries, as some of us aren't into jazz. I don't listen to the genre often, but I like this song particularly. It's flirty and sweet, under a very sophisticated soundscape which reminds me of a 1920s speakeasy. And while people are put off by Raphael's vocals, the way he lets himself go at the end of the chorus is definitely a highlight.

Basically, it's one of those runners-up that should've won against the winner of its year. But it was nicely made up for ten years later.

Personal ranking: 2nd/43 Actual ranking: 2nd/25 GF in Dusseldorf

#231: Anneli Saaristo -- La dolce vita (Finland 1989)

“Minä sammutin elämän janoa vaan Minä osasin onnea anoa vaan Jälkeen kaiken nyt saatan sen sanoa vaan La dolce vita”

“I was just quenching life’s thirst I knew how to plead for happiness After everything all I can say is: The good life”

La Dolce Vita sounds more stereotypically ”Spanish” than “Finnish”, because of its flamenco influences versus the dark pop or metal we expect from the country. Apparently, a lot of Finns travel south for vacations, which makes a bit more sense here.

Either way, it springs a bit of life and joy into a dark heart. It embraces life in its tropical vibe and Anneli’s deep vocals, and conveys a comfortable mood. Apparently, it was also known for Anneli's slight choreography, but I only noticed her standing during the instrumental.

It would be Finland’s last top ten result for many years, but the 7th place it got in Lausanne was deserved (and they should've done better, actually!). A fitting send-off for their long-time conductor Ossi Runne (RIP).

Personal ranking: 3rd/22 Actual ranking: 7th/22 in Lausanne

#esc 250 #eurovision song contest #esc top 250 #esc hungary #esc cyprus #esc israel #esc france #esc yugoslavia #esc switzerland #esc greece #esc italy #esc finland #three minutes to eternity #vintage eurovision

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caramizie-vrajitoare · 3 years

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No Place Like Home

@graytitaniumalloy

"Pretty!" The boy mused, raising his arms instinctually as his Mama picked him up. He wrapped his arms around her neck, snuggling in against her as she rocked.

He watched the smile fade from her lips, even if just momentarily, and his own features sunk in concern. Grayson nestled his head in against her. "Oh..."

He said softly, nodding as she suggested they eat. Back at the table, a waiter had come by. "Zdravo! Hvala na mom mleku." Grayson gave the waiter a smile, and took a sip from the glass, before pointing to the menu as he licked the stash from his lips.

"Molim vas ćevape sa krompirom."

Wanda rest her head against Grayson’s as he snuggled in against her. Her sweet boy. She felt blessed to be able to bring him to Serbia-- to bring him to the place that had molded her. Her Motherland.

“Ne brini, dragi moj mali, u miru je.“

The waiter chuckled softly at the little boy. He nodded, writing down his order. “A za vas, gospođice?” Wanda paused, looking through the menu. “Gulaš za mene. Ajvar, hleb i sir.” It had been a long day and Wanda wanted nothing more than her favorite comfort food. The waiter nodded, collecting their menus.

Once the man was gone she reached over to brush away a spot of milk Grayson had missed. “You are going to be out like a light tonight, aren’t you?” She chuckled softly.

#graytitaniumalloy #{GraysonxWanda}#{No Place Like Home}

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do-neba-ljubavi · 3 years

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Hi everyone👋! Please, take few minutes to read my first post on Medium. If you have any suggestions to upgrade my writing, I will be happy to see them! Link is below! Follow me if you are on Medium as well so we can connect! Thanks😀

“Pozdrav svimaaa! Molim vas, izdvojite 5 minuta kako biste procitali moj prvi clanak na Mediumu. Ako imate kakvih prijedloga slobodno mi se javite i pisite mi. I ako imate vremena dijelite dalje. Ako koristite Medium nabacite follow. Puno mi znaci! Hvala vam💕💕

https://srbusiness22.medium.com/7-things-we-can-learn-from-nikes-marketing-mix-7-p-s-3907b7d78638

#medium #seo and online marketing #digitalmarketing #marketing #nike #blog #article #product #sports #company

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halinski · 3 years

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DONT DO IT DONT WRITE THE STEREK FIC NEMOJ TO RADIT MOLIM TE PREKLINJEM TE

CAN YOU IMAGINE

Uh oh

Mixed results

So I consulted my sister

HOĆEMO LI

#ask #interact

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my-one-love-is-music · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 她们的故事 | Their Story Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qin Xiong/Upperclassman (Their Story) Characters: Qin Xiong, Upperclassman (Their Story) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Getting Together Summary:

After waking up from a dream that showed Qin Xiong a possible future between him and Upperclassman, he decided to make a bold move and bring his dream a little closer to reality.

#molim writes #their story #tamen de gushi #qin xiong x upperclassman #qin xiong/upperclassman

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distortdoomtown · 4 years

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3 new releases finally out on Doomtown Records! DT 038 APSURD - Derealizacija/Svemu Će Doći Kraj 12"

“If you somehow missed one of our favourite bands from the ex-YU area, we'll mention that Apsurd are Belgrade based group of individuals, even though the band members come from Serbia and share drummer from USA. There's no much difference in the songwriting style when it comes to newly recorded "Svemu će doći kraj" EP and we mean that in a good way. The band still plays straightforward, energetic and noisy hardcore punk heavily influenced by the punk and hardcore scene of former Yugoslavia. Throw in some vibe and influence from Crass Records and Corpus Christi catalogue and you'll get the picture right there.” “Whether we're talking about primal and primitive hardcore of U.B.R., scratchy and noisy guitar work of Solunski Front or the hopeless female yelling and spoken word moments Tožibabe were known for, this band covers it all. We like to tell people this is Yugo-punk reinvented for the new millenium so if this means anything to you don't sleep on this pogoing punk troops!” DT 040 THE CELETOIDS - Optic Nerve CS “The concept of "Optic Nerve" deals with fear of using modern technology for ethically unacceptable goals through emotional manipulation intertwined with conspiracy theories that are not completely denied. We are at the peak of modern digital age and monitoring user behavior on social network is not something uncommon and this often includes serving selective information to influence the subconscious of selected or random targets. The concept also deals with dimensional gaps that occur under certain conditions, in certain places, and altered states of the human mind that we associate with psychoactive drugs, insomnia, or schizophrenia but maybe there's something else there. To cut to the chase, some conspiracy theories that have some basis may not be so far fetched from reality the more you think about it!“ “As for the music, there's some progress when it comes to catchiness and song structures but The Celetoids still balance their thing with influences from first wave of good ol' british punk, Killed by Death/Bloodstains compilations style riffs and garage punk. You can hear some outsider weirdo american revival punk vibe here and there's Spits momentum there, but "Optic Nerve" stands out on its own and needs no more comparisons to other bands.“

DT 039 PARNEPAR - Dobar Dan, Izvolite CS “After we released "Kako, Molim?" demo tape at the end of the 2018, here is the brand new offering of probably the only band from ex-Yugoslavia region that's taking strong influences from the 80's post punk & new wave music from the same area. This time the band recorded their first full length album by themselves filled with a lot of local charm we all dig and love. Heavy vibes of Yugo post punk forces ŠARLO AKROBATA, DOBRI ISAK and early output of ELEKTRIČNI ORGAZAM are still more than obvious, but it's also hard not to mention echoes of the more obscure acts like DEFEKTNO EFEKTNI.” “Parnepar surely has unique character and approach in writing lyrics and doing music collages and we are glad that this three relatively young weirdos are still into making refreshing and interesting music. It's nice to feel something different in a Croatian punk scene which is mainly composed of straight forward punk and hardcore bands.” LISTEN/BUY/MORE INFO: https://doomtownrecords.bandcamp.com/ BUY FROM OUR STORE: https://livinginadoomtown.bigcartel.com/products

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Small talk in Croatian

I was inspired by @frenchaise‘s post and and made a similar one :)

GENERAL

I only speak a little Croatian. = Pričam samo malo hrvatski. / Pričam nešto sitno hrvatski. I am studying Croatian, but I am only a beginner. = Učim hrvatski, ali tek sam početnik (m.)/ početnica (f.) I have been studying Croatian for 2 days/ weeks/ months. Učim hrvatski 2 dana/ tjedna/ mjeseca. Will you please correct me? = Hoćeš li me, molim te, ispraviti? (informal) / Hoćete li me, molim vas, ispraviti? What does _ mean? = Što __ znači? What does that mean? = Što to znači? Can you explain that in English/ Croatian? = Možeš (inf.)/ možete (for.) li objasniti to na engleskom/ hrvatskom? What does that mean in this context? = Što to znači u ovom kontekstu? What is the Croatian word for _? = Koja je hrvatska riječ za _? Is this correct? = Je li ovo točno? Is that correct? = Je li to točno? Am I wrong? = Griješim li? Am I right? = Jesam li u pravu? Do you understand? = Razumiješ/ razumijete li me? I do not understand. = Ne razumijem. I want to improve my level in Croatian. = Želim poboljšati svoju razinu hrvatskog. Do you have time to talk to me? = Imaš/ imate li vremena razgovarati samnom? Can you help me learn Croatian? = Možeš/ možete li mi pomoći naučiti hrvatski? Do you mind if we speak in Croatian? = Smeta li ti ako pričamo na hrvatskom? (inf.)/ Smeta li vam ako pričamo na hrvatskom? (for.) Can you, please, speak in Croatian? = Možeš li, molim te, pričati na hrvatskom? (inf.)/ Možete li, molim vas, pričati na hrvatskom? How do you say _ in Croatian? = (not lit.) Kako se _ kaže na hrvatskom? I struggle with writing/ reading/ listening/ pronunciation. = Mučim se s pisanjem/ čitanjem/ slušanjem/ izgovorom. Can you, please, repeat? = Možeš li, molim te, ponoviti? (inf.)/ Možete li, molim vas, ponoviti? (for.) I don’t speak Croatian fluently. = Ne pričam hrvatski tečno. I am confused. = Zbunjen sam. (m.) / Zbunjena sam. (f.) I don’t know how to say it in Croatian. = Ne znam kako to reći na hrvatskom. Sorry, what did you say? = Oprosti, što si rekao? (inf., m.)/ Oprosti, što si rekla? (inf., f.)/ Oprostite, što ste rekli? (for.) I’ve never heard of that. = Nisam nikad čula za to. That makes sense. = To ima smisla. That does not make sense. = To nema smisla. What’s happening/ What’s going on? = Što se događa? What do you mean? = Na što mislite? or to simplify “Molim?” / “Što?” PERSONAL

What is your name? = Kako se zoveš? (inf.) / Kako se zovete? (for.) My name is Ana. = Moje ime je Ana. How are you? = Kako si? I am alright, thanks. = Dobro sam, hvala. How old are you? = Koliko imaš godina? I’m # years old. = Imam # godina. I’m nineteen years old. = Imam devetnaest godina. Where do you come from? = Odakle si/ ste? I come from Italy. = Dolazim iz italije. I come from Australia. = Dolazim iz Australije. I’m German. = Nijemac (m.)/ Nijemica sam. Where do you live? = Gdje živiš/ živite? I live in Paris. = Živim u Parizu. What is your phone number? = Koji je tvoj broj telefona? My phone number is.. = Moj broj telefona je... Do you want to hang out? = Želiš li se družiti? Are you married? = Jesi li udana? (f.)/ Jesi li oženjen? (m.) Do you have any brothers or sisters? = Imaš li braće ili sestara? I’m the only child. = Jedinac sam.(m.)/ Jedinica sam.(f.) I have 2 brothers. = Imam 2 brata. I have 1 sister. = Imam jednu sestru. Do you have a job? = Imaš li posao? / Jesi li zaposlen? What is your profession? = (not lit.) Čime se baviš/ bavite? I’m a baker. = Ja sam pekar. I’m a teacher. = Učitelj sam (m.)/ Učiteljica sam. (f.) I don’t have a job yet. = Nemam posao još. I am a student. = Student sam. I came to Croatia for a week. = Došao (m.)/ Došla (f.) sam u Hrvatsku na tjedan dana. How long are you staying here? = Koliko dugo ostaješ ovdje? I came with my family/ friends. = Došao/ došla sam s obitelji/ prijateljima. I like it here. = Sviđa mi se ovdje. Are you in Croatia for the first time? = Jesi li u Hrvatskoj prvi put? Me too! = I ja isto! I have never been here before. = Nisam nikad prije bila ovdje. INTERESTS

What is your favourite sport? = Koji ti je najdraži sport? My favourite sport is... = Moj najdraži sport je... I like to do sports and be in shape. = Volim se baviti sportom i biti u formi. I don’t like doing sports. I am lazy. = Ne volim se baviti sportom. Lijena sam. (f.)/ Lijen sam. (m.) I only like watching sports. = Volim samo gledati sportove. What do you do in your spare time? = Što radiš u slobodno vrijeme? In my spare time, I read. = U slobodno vrijeme čitam. When I have free time, I watch TV series. = Kad imam slobodnog vremena, gledam TV serije. Which TV series do you love? = Koje TV serije voliš? Do you have a pet? = Imaš li kućnog ljubimca? Yes, I have a dog/ cat/ bird/ fish. = Da, imam psa/ mačku/ pticu/ ribicu. No, I don’t have a pet. = Ne, nemam kućnog ljubimca. What do you listen to? = Što slušaš? I listen to jazz/ pop/ rock. = Slušam jazz/ pop/ rock. I don’t listen to music very often. = Ne slušam glazbu tako često. let me know if you find a mistake and i’ll correct it asap!

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