#EVA pod

[sw5w]

Watto's Junkyard

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:33:41

Here is a behind the scenes view of Jake Lloyd as Anakin with the unidentified WEL-series welding droid seen above.

And here’s a photo from page 57 of the Secret Life of Droids, showing what looks like the darker WEL-1708 droid in the lighter colored welding droid’s location in Watto’s Junkyard. WEL-1708 appears in a later scene outside the front entrance to Watto's Junkshop with R2-T0.

[lovexjoe]

Jacob and his bestie take Calvin Klein pictures for the billboard 😝🩷

They are not besties anymore after this 🫦 they definitely more! Photoshoot example Jamie Dornan and Eva Mendes.

Jacob refused to do a shoot with any other female than his up and coming friend Y/N. Her beauty TikToks have been blowing up for months now and he decided to speed up the process by getting her approved for this shoot. Two peas in a pod they were. Travelled the world together now they are conquering the success ladder together.

Jacob was currently taking his solo pics before Y/N joins. After a few flicks, Y/N enters the set with her arms around her breast and a pair of black jeans that hugs her curves perfectly. Jacob keeps his cool, but mentally his mind is everywhere. This is his best friend but all he can think about is kissing her. He knew she was gorgeous but today….today she took his breath away.

The director of the shoot tells Jacob to put his arm over her chest and they both looked at him like he was crazy.

“Oh come on we all know you guys aren’t just besties. We’ll take five but you two be ready for the pose please” He steps out to take a call and they both stood next to each other.

“Jacob it’s okay I don’t mind.”

“I mean I do mind…it doesn’t feel right”

“What do you mean?” She was slightly confused because yes this is the first time he’s seen you topless but it wasn’t something that should affect your friendship.

“Well…I wanted to take you out to dinner first before I saw you topless” he says pulling her close. She couldn’t even act like it wasn’t something she wanted.

“Scipio you’re one cheeky little bastard” they both share a laugh as he kisses her cheek.

[drabbletron]

HC that cybertronians do not like the Evas from Evangelion. It's pretty freaky that there's organic beings masquerading as mechs that are just volatile and will rip each other to shreds if demanded. They saw that one scene in the movie during movie night at Swerve's, where Asuka gets her pod bitten in two during a fight when Eva 1 gets overridden, and much of the crew noped the fuck outta there. Freaky shit to them.

[dalsimoravskyblog]

Ultimátní vánoční pohádka: FINÁLE

Pohádky (pod předělem v abecedním pořadí a s videem):

Dvanáct měsíčků (2012)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Marie Majkusová, Roman Vojtek, Veronika Žilková, Ivana Korolová, Jan Komínek, Radoslav Brzobohatý

„Poklid podhorské vesnice naruší v předvečer vánoc návrat rodáka – mladého muže Karla z ciziny, kde se mu zjevně dařilo. Karel se rázem stane lákavou partií pro všechny dívky na vdávání ve vesnici, a to do té míry, že vezmou jeho chalupu útokem. Vdavkům se ale Karel chce vyhnout, naopak touží prodat statek, vzít s sebou mladšího bratra a odstěhovat se natrvalo. Proto vznikne nápad uložit adeptkám nereálné úkoly a stanovit tak jednoznačné podmínky. Úkoly se podaří splnit pouze Květě a to jen díky nevlastní sestře Marušce, kterou macecha donutí s úkoly Květě pomoci. Sama to ale nezvládne...“ (ČSFD, 57 %)

Korunní princ (2015)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Patrik Děrgel, Kryštof Hádek, Eva Podzimková, Pavel Kříž, Josef Abrhám, Ladislav Mrkvička

„Kdesi v Zapovězeném lese žije zlý čaroděj Kruciatus. Ten se před sto lety pokusil zničit království, kterému dnes vládne král Alexandr, jenž má dva syny – následníka trůnu Jana a mladšího prince Karla. Karel se však nechce s rolí druhého v pořadí za žádnou cenu smířit. S pomocí svého sluhy Pakosty se na hradě vloupá do zakázané komnaty, získá kouzelné rekvizity, které tu po zlém čaroději zůstaly, a hodlá svého bratra zničit. Princ Jan tak vypije kouzelný lektvar, který mu jeho povedený bratr naservíruje, a ten mu vmžiku vymaže paměť. Jan se poté bezhlavě vydává na cestu do Zapovězeného lesa, ve kterém každý, kdo tam kdy vkročil, beze stopy zmizel.“ (ČSFD, 70 %)

Kouzla králů (2008)

režie: Zdeněk Zelenka | hrají: Petra Tenorová, Martin Kraus, Michal Slaný, Anna Fialová, Josef Abrhám, Jitka Schneiderová

„Jak to tak bývá, byla nebyla dvě království. Jednomu vládl hodný král Dobromil, druhému zlý Vladan. Jenomže dobrý králům se nedějí samé dobré věci. Dobromilova dcera je začarována královnou ohně. Dobromilovi nezbývá nic jiného, než najít muže, kterému by se povedlo princeznu vysvobodit. Své pátrání rozšíří na Vladanovu říši. Najde se zde někdo, kdo princeznu zachrání?“ (ČSFD, 48 %)

Krakonošovo tajemství (2022)

režie: Peter Bebjak | hrají: David Švehlík, Leona, Jan Nedbal, Ondřej Sokol, Dominika Morávková, Jakub Prachař, Martin Huba

„Na zámek v podhůří Krkonoš přijíždí nový majitel Štěpán se snoubenkou komtesou Blankou a mladším bratrem Adamem. Cestou kočár nešťastně srazí kolemjdoucí dívku Lidušku, Adam jí pomůže a ona se do něj zamiluje. V horském městečku je ještě jeden nový příchozí, národopisec Jiráček, který sbírá místní pověsti a nevychází z údivu nad tím, že zdejší lidé ještě věří v Krakonoše. Díky Adamovi Liduška získá místo zahradnice na zámku, jenže také brzy zjistí, že Adam je beznadějně zamilovaný do Blanky. Sobecký a lakomý Štěpán se dozví od Jiráčka o nevídaných pokladech skrytých v krkonošských horách a je odhodlaný je získat, zvlášť, když Adam náhodou objeví vlašskou knihu, která pomocí tajných značek popisuje, jak se k nim dostat.“ (ČSFD, 66 %)

O vánoční hvězdě (2020)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Tereza Ramba, Vojtěch Kotek, Leonie Brill, Aňa Geislerová, Ondřej Sokol, Matěj Hádek, Kryštof Hádek

„Učitel Václav se chodí každý večer dívat na princeznu, jak bruslí na zamrzlém jezeře, ale ani sám sobě nepřizná, že je do ní zamilovaný. Jednoho dne se u něj doma objeví hvězda Denička, snoubenka zářivého Siria, kterou na zem srazila žárlivá Proxima. Každá hvězda na zemi vyhasíná, síly jí ale může dodat čistá, nesobecká láska. Když Denička zjistí, že Václav miluje princeznu, rozhodne se pomoci jejich lásce a tím zachránit i sebe. Jenže Proxima se rozhodně nevzdává a je odhodlaná udělat cokoli, aby zazářila vedle Siria místo Deničky.“ (ČSFD, 65 %)

Tajemství staré bambitky (2011)

režie: Ivo Macharáček | hrají: Tomáš Klus, Kamila Janovičová, Ondřej Vetchý, Petr Štěpánek, Miroslav Vladyka, Jiří Lábus, Tereza Kostková

„V jednom malém království mají panovníka, kterého máloco udrží doma. Král Vilém s královnou Olivií jsou stále na cestách a s velkorysostí sobě vlastní přenechávají vládu nad říší královské radě, ve které mají hlavní slovo rádcové Ferenc a Lorenc. Jejich hlavním zájmem je vypisovat čím dál častěji nové daně, jejichž prostřednictvím získávají stále větší příjmy do vlastní kapsy. Práva obyčejných lidí chrání jen loupežník Karaba, který přepadá výběrčí daní a nespravedlivě vybrané peníze zase vrací původním majitelům. Když se mu narodí dcera Anička, uloží své loupežnické „nádobíčko“ včetně staré bambitky hluboko na dno velké truhly a vrátí se ke svému původnímu hrnčířskému řemeslu. Ve stejnou dobu se královským manželům narodí syn Jakub. Obě děti se později, na prahu dospělosti, setkají a ke slovu se znovu dostane loupežníkova bambitka, která napravuje zlodějinu královských rádců.“ (ČSFD, 69 %)

[spaceintruderdetector]

Syd Mead concept art for Soviet EVA pod for the film ''2010'' 1984

[evamostly]

Eva and my favorite super funky space flowers (AKA love-in-a-mist)

They look even weirder when the seed pods start developing

[vedlejsak]

stardance 2023 je úspěšně za námi a já mám veledůležitou otázku!

Legenda:

"Promiňte, ale taková svině fakt nejsem."

Když se rozhodovalo, jestli vypadnou Tereza Mašková a Daniel Kecskeméti, nebo Josef Maršálek a Adriana Mašková, řekla Tereza Kostková, že by mohla pro dramatičnost začít příjmením Mašková – a pak vybalila tuhle legendární větu, která se navždy zapsala do našich srdcí.

Tanec Evy Adamczykové na Tělo od Ewy Farne

Naprosto epesní kombinace tance, písničky a příběhu. Eva Adamczyková měla červený pásky na všech místech, který si kdy vážně zranila (třeba na obou kotnících, co si zlomila před necelýma dvěma roky), a v podpatcích dělala přemety za doprovodu textu:

Co všechno moje tělo Co už vydrželo A dovedlo mě až tam Vždycky až tam, Tam kam mělo

(A zaslouženě dostali s Jakubem Mazůchem první dvě desítky v týhle řadě.)

Tanec na Holding Out For a Hero, který svět neviděl

Když se Darija a Dominik objevili v kostýmech Fiony a Krasoně, půlka čumblru se durdila, že je Dominik za Krasoně místo Shreka, a druhá půlka byla v ekstázi, že bude tanec na Holding Out For a Hero. A pak tanec na Holding Out For a Hero nebyl. A možná to teď zní banálně, ale určitě si pamatujete, jak jsme to v tu chvíli všichni prožívali?!

Queer probuzení Marka Ebena

Zarytý konzervativec Marek Eben byl tak hotov z Dominika Vodičky v kostýmu prince Krasoně, že začal nahlas polemizovat o tom, co by kdyby ho Dominik políbil. Posíláme duhovou klíčenku. (jo a jeho následující věta začínala "Já se vám musim přiznat", ale pak zklamal a začal mluvit o rekvizitách)

Ebenův proslov o koblize

"Ta věc exploduje při prvním kontaktu a pod velkým tlakem se vám do ústní dutiny sune neuvěřitelné množství vanilkového krému. Nestačíte to pochytat, máte to na obličeji, ale nevadí vám to, chcete to mít všude," prohlásil Marek Eben o koblize upečené Josefem Maršálkem. Jestli je to tak homoerotické úmyslně, nebo omylem, o tom můžeme jen spekulovat (stopro omylem).

"Přátelé, prosim vás, nezaobírejte se sračkama!"

Těmito slovy zakončil Pán zenu Josef Maršálek svůj děkovný projev poté, co byl vyřazen. Nikdo jsme n��co takovýho nečekali ani v Český televizi, ani ve Stardance, ani od Josefa Maršálka. Bylo to úžasný.

"Béčko převálcuje áčko." "Jak ve kterým sportu."

Porotce Zdeněk Chlopčík se po souboji týmů pojmenovaných A a B v country tanci nechal slyšet, že se občas stává, že béčkovej tým převálcuje áčkovej. Načež mu olympijská vítězka a zlatá medailistika z mistrovství světa ve snowboardcrossu Eva Adamczyková odpověděla: "Jak ve kterým sportu. Já jsem to třeba ještě nezažila."

Milujem tě, Evo.

Umírající Iva Kubelková a jezevčík Bobeš

Během filmovýho večera tančila Iva Kubelková s Jakubem Prágrem waltz inspirovaný filmem Legenda o vášni, kde se mu na konci choreografie schoulila na hruď. Zatímco její dcery bulely dojetím, Marek Eben to okomentoval, že u toho vypadala jako jeho jezevčík Bobeš, na což Iva deadpanovala: "Ona se na konci zastřelila, ta hrdinka, a odešla za tím svým mrtvým vojákem. Nevím, k tulení jezevčíka bych to asi úplně nepřirovnávala."

Když Vavřinec Hradílek sjel schody na kajaku (dvakrát)

Vavřinec Hradílek. Sjel. Schody. Na kajaku. Nerozbil si při tom hubu. A pak odtancoval quickstep. A pak to celý zopakoval během finále. COŽE

[enjoydotnet]

i adore how in the 2001 film, depending on the scene and the timing of the cut and the framing of a shot, HAL’s unchanging stare conveys such a wide range of emotion. as the BBC interview plays, in which he speaks of the 9000 series’ spotless record, the camera lingers on him while he speaks with pride. in the seconds after frank and dave leave to talk in the pod the camera lingers on HAL in the same way it would on a young girl knowing her two friends are going to talk about her behind her back. while they talk about his disconnection he stares in from outside of the pod. his focus (almost nervously) darts between their lips as he reads them. you can almost see the look of realization and horror sink in. HAL stares from the cockpit at dave, helpless inside of the EVA pod, mechanical arms outstretched holding frank’s dead body, PLEADING to be let back in. im going to be sick

[missevarosales]

It was refreshing to say the least to be with him and not have to worry about any deadlines or conflicting schedules. Eva wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible. It took her a second to truly come to grips with how much money his family had. Suddenly, his cousin's lavish wedding and the way his parents strolled in to visit regularly made sense. Then there were other aspects of his life that he showed her that were not so charmed. She knew about his past with his ex, but this was the first time she got to see that history in person. It took a lot of vulnerability for him to confide in her by showing their old residence, but she respected him all the more for it.

"Oh I'm sure it is. I guess I can cross this off my bucket list of things to do in London after today." As they were waiting for their turn to get loaded into their pod, Eva heard a woman squeal excitedly as she exited her pod. "I still can't believe you proposed! Oh my god!" As she began ranting and raving about who to call first and how to break the news, Eva laughed from her spot in line. "I'll never understand the hype of proposing at a tourist attraction, but to each their own!"

[shmowder]

requesting anything nsfw kainburov but it’s totally ok if not 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 lov ur old man yaoi memes

Too Late, Too Soon Pt.1

[ Alexander Saburov x Victor Kain ] [Part Two]

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[Smut, internal homophobia, unfulfilled desires, angst, hatred and love, delusion, feminization, unhealthy coping mechanism, NO love traingles: polyamory wins, merges P1 and P2 canons]

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Nine O'clock.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

The handle turns with a squeek, the floorboards creek, the door clicks shut again.

Victor stood up from his chair just as the governor enters the room. The silver tray of tea he set out for guests gets ignored for the second time around. A small respectful distance is maintained between the two of them.

"My condolences, for your family's loss." Brief and rehearsed, a white envelope is set at the edge of his desk. "Simon ment many things to many people."

"Thank you." Victor replied, a short cordial response that didn't offer much room to continue the conversation.

"I assume your family started with the funeral arrangements already?" Yet the governor remained stubborn still.

Pursing his lips into a thin line, Victor summerised as much as he could. "We will, after the day has passed. Georgiy is... besides himself, at the moment. I'm handling the paperwork. The death certificate will follow after. The burial will take place in the family's tomb." Hoping his answer will be satisfactory, this time around.

The body must not be disturbed for 24 hours, family tradition. He couldn't have known, he wasn't there during her funeral.

"And was the decision to hire that famous doctor to look for his murderer one that your brother took on the spot?" Alexander didn't hesitate to pivot the topic of discussion, a clear agenda in mind. "Inviting strangers to meddle into the town's affairs has always been one of his fortes."

"I see you have been acquainted already. A bright ambitious mind, is he not?" And so the younger Kain deflected in return.

"The rest is up to debate." Criticism, he must always spot the flaws in everyone around him. "You're clearly biased. He's a graduate from the same institution you're planning to get your degree from."

If only it was any other person, Victor might have been touched at their attentiveness to his whereabouts and future plans.

If only.

"Maria foresaw greatness in him," so should've Katerina, how come your wife never spoke of him? All Mistresses' visions allign. At least, true Mistresses—But, he knew better than to voice those thoughts. "My brother is a hard to impress man. I'm sure he will prove himself in due time."

"I sent him to Lyuricheva to act as his aid." Two peas in a pod. "Let's hope he doesn't turn out to be another Stamatin case, for his own sake." The last part was spoken through gritted teeth.

"I don't think so. It's nearly an impossibility..." He lied. "But, if the worst comes to be, I trust in you to handle the matter as delicately as you had previously, governor." Sprinkling the backhanded compliment on top.

"And I trust in your brother to abuse his jurisdiction to approve yet another last minute insanity plea." Blunt and to the point, how abrasive his insults were always irritated Victor. Social etiquette was lost on him, it seemed. These situations should be handled delicately. Gloves are a requirement for politics. The art of subtlety is of the utmost importance, yet the dear governor walked around with a loaded gun.

"You had him examined." Victor played up his anger, replying with rehearsed exasperation. "Repeatedly, may I add. Much to the displeasure of his twin."—It took both of Maria and Eva to talk him down—"All great artists are known to face strife... Peter's predicament is the cost of his ingenious mind." Never true anger, merely the pretence of one, the aesthetics of sharp teeth.

"Your Andrey made his displeasure known loud and clear." But of course, not even the devil could intimidate a governor like him. "Beating three psychiatrists to an inch of their lives. Those architects will be the downfall of the Kains' legacy, mark my words." Rubbing his failure in with another direct insult, Victor wondered if his attempts at intimidation even ment anything to the other man. To Saburov's eyes, more akin to the mewling of a kitten than any bark or roar, perhaps.

"Why have you come here, governor Saburov?" Lifiting his chin high even through his defeat, Victor regained his composer.

"I came to apologise." It stung to admit, that much was clear from the traces of genuine remorse across his steel-like expression "I sent a carrier in my stead last time, when I should've gone in person."

"... We took no offence. losing Nina crumbled many of the delicate infrastructures of the town. It's only sensible for you to be there besides your wife as she paved a new path."

As she rushed to take her place—Victor did not add.

"That's not an excuse. I've neglected my duties to your family. Losing a wife and a brother in the same decade can't be easy. I'm truly sorry, Victor."

Alexander's hand lifted with uncharacteristic hesitation, deciding to land on his shoulder. A reassuring squeeze followed.

Victor doesn't brush it away, even when the voice in his head urges him to. "They will live, within us, as long as their memories remain."

"I should take my leave." Despite his declaration, he doesn't pull his hand away. Neither does he stop Victor from grasping his other hand, lifting it slightly in a display suiting of a gentlemen, caressing the knuckles.

"Stay a little longer, Sasha."

The last word held the weight of the world, turning the air heavy as it was said, for the implications it contained were mutually understood by the two of them. A silent agreement came into fruition.

Where initially it merely laid on his shoulder, it quickly broke through the facade of politeness as Saburov's hand slid up his collarbone. Calloused fingertips brushing against the exposed skin, thumb pressing down on the jugular notch, the tender flesh easily dipping down under his touch, feeling the pulsing of his veins.

Moving up his neck, placing a subtle restriction on the other's air flow, brushing the underside of Victor's jaw with his knuckles. Taking one step closer to him, now cupping the side of his face ever so delicately.

Despite its small transgressions, Victor welcomed the other's hand all the same. Turning his head to the side, burying his lips under the other's palm. A small kiss placed on the inside of the index finger, moving to the middle finger with another light kiss, feeling the thumb digging its nail harshly against the other side of his face just as Victor's lips caressed the ring finger.

Expression as indifferent as ever, Victor was met with fury painted across the other's face. Not directed at him in particular, more an unintended side effect of some internal turmoil the other must be undergoing.

A guilty conscience suited the governor, Victor decided, the contempt in his eyes, the deepening wrinkles around his mouth, the subtle frown to his lips. It was a sight to behold.

The golden ring twinkled under the room's light, shiny and well-maintained. Likewise Kain's bright eyes rivaled it in glimmer, so close against one another.

Victor could never let him know, Saburov must never find out about the thoughts swarming his mind. How one insignificant apology from the governor lips extended a live wire to his heart.

The contrast of the cold precious metal and the alluring heat of soft inviting lips both pressing against his own finger made Saburov's stomach twisted around itself, a bitter taste at the back of his throat. The overwhelming sickening sweetness of sin.

Not a single word spoken as their lips parted to meet one another halfway through. A cautious kiss, wary movements and half-shut eyes. Hyper-aware of every sound contained within the building, of any resemblance to a door squeek, a floorboard creek, of an uninvited guest.

Of the faint footsteps constantly sounding from the upper floor.

Hearts racing too fast to take notice of the other's taste, bodies an inch shy away from pressing against one another, an invisible line they dare not cross yet.

Despite all his sharp words and angular edges, the governor kissed so sweetly, so off-puttingly sensual, considerate in his every move. Polite lips silently asking for permission as if treading on glass, gradually easing the other person into it. Akin to the first kiss at the altar.

It Made Victor wonder if the other ever kissed anyone besides his wife.

It must be that Alexander doesn't know any better, has never learnt any other way to kiss, for all who he's ever laid his lips upon consisted of delicate petals and fragile bones, soft perfumed skin and dainty painted lips.

Katerina was never suited for the dark, not like his own wife was, never like Nina's wild nature.

Victor misses it, the metallic taste of blood on his bruised lips, the hint of black cherry wine at the tip of her tongue, how intrusive it was in movement, slithering inbetween his lips and pushing against his own tongue as if invading his mouth. He was always content to surrender to her. Merely another piece of him to offer up in worship. To plant her flag atop and declare ownership, for the sharp nails dragging down his back and the teeth marks littering his neck can attest to that.

Victor misses her.

The memories swirling around in his brain reignite the hunger in his soul, the faded urges and desires reconstructing themselves.

Closing the distance between them—feeling Saburov's body turn rigid at the sudden proximity. Victor wrapped his arms over the other's shoulders, rendering himself in a complete ease of access, practically inviting the other to feel up his body, and grope him like a piece of meat on display.

Yet, no wandering hands came, much to Victor's displeasure.

The logical conclusion he reached was to push things further in hopes of swaying Saburov into seeing things his way.

Deepening the kiss, teeth grazing Saburov's lips, holding the promise of digging into the tender flesh. Paving the way to force his tongue past the other's lips, further, deeper. Sweeping the roof of his mouth, curling against the other's tongue, meeting all reluctant movements with unwavering intensity.

Victor moved on muscle memory—not his own—in a moment of pure self-indulgence.

To add fuel to the fire, his own leg found a place between the governor's open ones. Pushing his thigh in, parting the hem of the dark coat, pressing against Saburov's most intimate area.

Leaving Alexander aghast at his actions. In all of his life, he never expected such a bold display of obscenity from the younger Kain. What's worse, the burning shame coiling in his chest at the rising tent in his pants. Victor's thighs were nothing like his wife's, never plush or plump, more muscular and toned, devoid of anything that would resemble a speck of femininity. So why? Why did they feel nothing short of heavenly against his body?

The Kains were always shameless.

That must be why Victor knew how to work up another man. That must be why his lips slotted against Alexander's very own dry ones so perfectly; it wasn't his first time doing this.

The Kains were always shameless.

So it's them. It's Victor's influence he should attribute this sodomy to. Not himself, for his proprietary and piety spoke for themselves.

The Kains were always shameless.

Which is precisely why his hands were hovering above the other's hips—so squarish unlike a woman's round ones—trembling fingers unsure of what to grab, of where to land, of how far past the line to cross.

Placing them on the lower end of his back, just a dip below what's appropriate, and a good distance away from any incriminating areas.

Pulling at the fabric of Victor's shirt ever so slowly, pooling the white material in his grasp.

How humbly the younger Kain dressed always bothered him, even his daughter—Maria—wore more extravagant clothes in comparison to how her father paraded around in a simple white dress shirt and black pants. It always felt intentional, this poor taste of a display. What exactly was he trying to prove? Alexander thought. Aiming to make the ruling families appear as shallow people who only ever care about frivolous appearance, by minimising his own wardrobe?

The shirt wrinkled in his fists, the more and more he lifted of it. Melting into the infectious ferventness, kissing the other man back with rivalling passion. Grinding into his thigh, absolved of sin and shame.

What irked Alexander more, were the cuffed sleeves exposing his arms, the pale skin giving way to visible veins—ones his eyes couldn't help but trace. Thin wrists curving into slender fingers, precise in their every movement, dextrous enough to tinker with the innerworkings of clocks, nimble to vivisect the mechanical guts of the most delicate machinery.

The clock in their house was made by him. It has broken before. He has seen the younger Kain get down on his knees, carefully holding the thinnest of tools between two fingers to realign the cogs to the correct position. That scene was burnt into his memory from that day on forward.

Until the very hem of Victor's shirt was added to the pile. completely exposing his back.

Maybe he should gift Victor a suit, a proper one. The many layers and extravagant fabric are sure to shatter any false image of a humble saint Victor fooled the people into constructing about him. With how much the Kains idolised etiquette and aesthetics, pressurising him to wear it would be a task even a child is capable of. Afterall, it's only proper to wear a gift someone of high importance has given you. Of course... the colours would need to compliment his complexion, the pattern should suit his height, the pocket square should match the divine colour of his eyes—made of silk no less.

The exposed skin tempting Alexander into running his hand atop it, tracing the spine in the centre of the other's bare back, feeling up the his shoulder blades, and pull him closer against his own body.

Only the last part he manages, a half shirtless Victor Kain pressed against the outer coat of the governor.

Alexander thought about feeling up his stomach, cupping his flat chest. Would he enjoy a thumb twirling against his nipple like a woman does? Would he have a reaction to his palm pressing against the naval below his stomach, where a womb should be.

Katerina does.

Saburov's hips unconsciously push into Victor's thigh, grinding back into them. The arms around his neck tightened, Victor's lips hungry and unsatisfied, still seeking more of him.

How beautifully she gave in under him, how sweetly she reacted to his every touch. Her moans a melody to his ears, the most angelic of sounds pouring from her lips with his head buried between her thighs. Alexander is not one for arrogance, but the one thing he allowed himself to flourish in pride about, is how hard he tries to be the epitome of a dutiful husband. He has never looked at Katerina with anything but love in his eyes, he has never neglected her needs, nor demanded more than she had energy for. Memorising all of her favourite spots, spoiling his lover rotten in and out of bed. Bringing her to the heights of pleasure while holding her hand, showering her in kisses, tending to her in the aftermath.

Alexander's body finally gives in, tension leaving his jaw as he welcomes the other's tongue inside. Melting into Victor's embrace, walls lowering down, a tired look in his eyes.

A faint sound resembling a whine slips through his guard, Victor swallows it up. Neither of them acknowledge it further.

They've been sleeping in seperate bedrooms for how many years... it felt like an eternity to Saburov. Memories, all he has are memories of her flowery perfume, of messy black strands framing her face like a halo on the pillow.

But she's alive, safe and sound in her bedroom–once their shared bedroom. And that's enough, to kiss her hand is enough, the fleeting hugs are enough, to love her from afar is enough. To ask for more would be greed.

Victor is uncharted territory, mentally and physically. Saburov has no guarantee that this isn't just some elaborate plan to take advantage of a moment of weakness from the governor... But then, what kind of plan would include dragging your own family name through the mud as well?

It feels surreal, to do something out of the pure desire to do it. He has gotten so used to the game of chess that is ruling this town, he has forgotten he is human at all.

That the Kains are humans, no matter how hard they try to sprout wings and break free of this proclaimed larva stage. To transcend the limits of flesh and blood, in Saburov's eyes, nothing but a kids' pretend game of Gods.

It's been far too long, and there's a warm body in front of him. A Kain's. A man who presumably done it with many other men before him.

But even then, even here, they can't be free of the discreet struggle for power. Alexander is out of his element, Victor is not. The control is slipping away from his fingertips; he must regain it back.

His hands are rough, calloused palms and faded burn marks of an incident long past. One he keeps tracing up and down the naked back of Victor, feeling the growing shivers. The other he brings inbetween them, cupping between Victor's legs, over the fabric of his pants, feeling the protuding bulge twitch at the contact.

There's a curious look in Victor's eyes. Breaking the kiss, a thin line of saliva forms for a second before it falls apart. Victor can't reach the other's neck with his knotted scarf in the way, so he settled for littering the side of his face with smalls kisses and kitten licks. Going from a completely obscene makeout to the most innocent form of kisses without a trace of irony gives the governor a pause, as the realisation of how begrudgingly into it he is, dawns on him.

The faux innocence Victor plays up, the soft cheek kisses, the intimate brushing of his nose against the other, the adorable nibbling on his earlobe. It should disgust him, not invigorate him even more. Those sultry eyes held nothing but sin in their depth, who is he to act to innocuous and pure while grinding his thigh against Alexander's clothed cock.

Worse is the knowing look in the Victor's gaze. As if he digged up some hidden secret he held no shame to abuse. Saburov should've know those curious eyes never spelt anything but trouble.

His mind is slipping away from him. To say he enjoyed the faux coy act of the other would be the underestimation of the century. He enjoys it so much, he is beyond horrified at himself when the other whispers sweet nothing into his ear.

"You're doing so well, my little dove."

As if setting his face on fire, little should fluster a grown man of his age these days. But to hear those endearing words in the younger Kain's voice? It was like a harsh shove over the edge. A fast approaching climax, cock twitching with every small kiss Victor Kain skirted around his ear. Cock pulsing with the thrum of his heartbeat. A final push of Victor's thigh against it was all that it took for wetness to seep through, staining the other's pants in a translucent white.

Stifling the groan following his climax took all of his willpower. Reduced to finishing in his own pants, all wounded ego, overwhelmed libido, and fast racing heart, Alexander Saburov will never forgive the other man for this.

He needs to shut him up, and fast.

Biting Victor's neck is out of the question. It's simply uncouth, it's not who he is, and it will never be something he'll do. The closest he's done was paint his wife's neck with kisses, but even then he was careful not to leave a bruise.

Well, a Kain is not worthy of such courtesy.

For the younger Kain walked around everywhere with the top button always undone, exposing his own collarbone like a whore. Maybe this will teach Victor some manners, even if the other man is 14 years his senior, Alexander's still his governor, and being the brother of that whimsical child Georgiy is all Victor will ever amount to.

Gripping harsher against the tent at the front of his pants, rubbing punishingly fast. The intense friction is everything Victor missed having, pressing himself harder into the other's hand, encouraging Saburov down this path of roughness.

And when the other's lips wrapped around a bare patch of skin on Victor's neck and sucked hard, it was the feeling of a hickey forming that completely flooded his brain with long-forgotten euphoria. Hips stuttering in their movement, left gasping for air under Saburov's stern gaze. Deliberately holding eye contact as the waves of pleasure went through the younger Kain.

Coming down from the height of pleasures, like breaking free of a trance, mutual dread formed a pit at the bottom of their stomachs. They wanted nothing more than to push the other away, bury this under the rug, and never face one another ever again.

But they stayed in each other's arms, holding one another. They stayed despite the despair chipping at corners of their minds.

For Alexander it was a case of principles, he's not one for clumsy rushed sex where he abandons a partner after getting his fill. The discipline embedded within him, the duty he adheres to, whether he wanted or not.

For Victor, it was a matter of pride, he's not one to curl away in shame and fear in the aftermath of an event. The Kains abhor self-flagellation, once an axe swings, you must always follow and see it to the end, no matter how trifling or impious.

High emotions simmered down as the moment passed, carefully unwrapping themselves from one another. High emotions simmered down as the moment passed, carefully unwrapping themselves from one another.

Saburov's hand found the other's waist, unsure of the next course of action; he usually took his wife to soak in a warm lavender scented bath, how Katerina would always coax him into joining her, how easily his self-will faltered when it came to her requests. For such a woman with a gloomy reputation, the absurd amount of bubbles in her every bath amused him to no end. He'd wash her hair, and she'd hum a melody, softly echoing against the bathroom tiles.

But it feels improper for this situation, seeing as he's not under his own roof.

As for Victor, he couldn't help but eye the silver tray on his desk, recalling how in every aftermath, his wife would bring him a warm cup of tea in bed. For all the wicked titles and horrible names the townsfolk called her by, none would believe the very same Sinister Nina would massage the knots out of his shoulders, soothe any bite marks, and hug his face close to her chest as he drifted into slumber.

Too bad he's in a state of mourning, unable to eat or drink out of respect for Simon's last request.

Alexander settled for coaxing the other back into his chair instead, Victor offered a small word of gratitude in response. Hearing his still breathless voice, Alexander attempted to seem unaffected. Pretending the memory of his pleasure-filled gasp hasn't been etched into his mind.

With Saburov, his coat easily covered any shameful spots or remains on his pants. While the younger Kain was a complete mess, his utter being glaring evidence of what went down in this room.

From his ridden up wrinkled shirt, to the two damp patches on his pants, one on his thigh, and the other belonging to him. The flushed face and half-lidded eyes, the completely exposed neck with a singular hickey far down.

God, Saburov thought, even if you took away the ruined clothes, his sinful face completely incriminated him. The usually indifferent tone replaced by a clement one, intimacy residing in each syllable. The somber never-changing facial expression somehow morphed into a hungry lustful look more fitting those barely clothed dancers in the pub.

He's not into men; he can't be. For no other man has ever looked at him like Victor does. No other man ever made his imagination run wild from the simplest of actions. No other man drove him this close to the brink of insanity like the younger Kain.

He has no attraction to men—he justified—for Victor Kain is an outlier amongst men. In fact, Saburov is sure that if he dressed him up in a soft blue nightgown, adorned his cheeks with blush and painted pink across his lips, then surely that'll make any honest man question his orientation.

For he is not to blame, it's the Kains who are always shameless. The irresistible siren's call has drowned many men better than him. For all of Victor's virtues, he remains Nina's husband, the very same Nina that could force blood from a stone. She must've done something to him, broke something that made him... so enticing to those he shouldn't be with.

Neither of them were truly satisfied with ending it here, longing for more, starved for one another's touch, for at least a full night of passion, to get their fill of one another's embrace.

"I should take my leave." Alexander repeated, for the second time this day.

Victor stood up again, and like clockwork, Saburov's hand found its way to his waist "I would offer to walk you to the door, governor, but as it stands I'm currently indisposed."

"Do stay where you are, and compose yourself, that dear Bachelor of yours will be making rounds today."

"I'll keep your words in mind"

An uncomfortable feeling gnawed at Saburov's core, the thought of turning around and leaving just like this didn't sit right with him.

Wordlessly, he cupped the other's face, mimicking what he did at the start. Moving closer, slightly parted lips pressing into Victor's. A tender kiss, too short for the other's liking, too sweet, too delicate.

Everything Nina was not.

Everything Alexander is to Katerina.

The hand should dig into his waist, not hold it like he's made of porcelain that'd crack under the smallest of forces. The kiss should steal his breath away, toy with the notion of choking him to death before granting her mercy, intead it was pitying almost, like kissing the coffin of a dead spouse.

Most of all, it showcased how brittle Victor's influnce was on him, for Alexander all but immediately reverted back to his old habits.

Ending far too soon, a bittersweet goodbye. "Send a carrier to inform me of when the funeral will be taking place. My wife would like to attend and pay her respects for Simon."

"I will, do send my regards for Katerina."

Adjusting his coat, the governor took his leave. The handle turns with a squeek, the floorboards creek, the door clicks shut again.

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Ten thirty-eight.

Picking up the silver tray, Victor went to reheat the kettle. Cinnamon tea with a sprinkle of sugar, her favourite. Walking upstairs for a change of clothes shortly after.

A quarter to eleven.

Back in his office, sitting in his chair, staring blankly at the death certificate of an immortal man, awaiting his signature.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

[everythingisahoax]

Simon Atkinson's front and side views of the EVA Pod from 2001: A Space Odyssey.

[spacedimentio]

EVA Pod from 2001: A Space Odyssey - Ready Player One (2018)

[yokyopeli]

@suomiplorpoturnaus innoittama tein kyselyn omista suomalaisista (mutta ei suomi-) blorboistani. Kaikki nämä hahmot ovat jotenkin suomalaisia ja minun lemppareita.

Satu Järvinen (Malin Buska) A Discovery of Witches (2018-2020); noita Suomesta. Malin Buska on tornionjokilaaksolainen ja osaa suomea ja meänkieltä./ Finnish witch. Malin Buska is tornedalian and knows Finnish and meänkieli.

Aikku Jokinen; New Avengers/ U.S. Avengers; supersankari POD/Enigma. Norjasta, kummatkin vanhemmat ovat suomalaisia. Naissuhteessa Toni Ho'n kanssa./ From Norway, both parents are Finnish. Superhero. In a sapphic relationship with Toni Ho.

Nathan Wuornos (Lucas Bryant) Haven (2010-2015); poliisi Stephen Kingin Mainesta. Ei tunne mitään fyysisesti. Wuornos on suomalainen sukunimi. Lucas Bryant on kanadalainen, jonka isä on amerikansuomalainen. Näytteli myös Tyttökuningas leffassa./ A cop in Stephen King's Maine. Incapable of feeling anything physically. Wuornos is a Finnish last name. Lucas Bryant is Canadian and his father is Finnish American.

Serafina Pekkala; Eva Green The Golden Compass leffa/ Ruta Gedmintas His Dark Materials tv-sarja. Noita Suomen tapaisesta maasta./ Either version of Serafina Pekkala. Witch from a Finnish-like country.

Henri Jaakoppi The Selection: The Heir/The Crown; maahanmuuttaja, ei osaa edes rallienglantia. Leipuri, lempparit on omenalörtsy ja korvapuustit. Asuu Sotassa./ Immigrant to Illeà, doesn't speak any English, not even with rallienglish accent. A baker, favorites are apple pastry and cinnamon bun. Lives in Sota.

Lotte Yanson Little Witch Academia; noita koululainen Suomesta. Mahdollisesti suomenruotsalainen ja/tai suomensaamelainen. Fanityttö. / Witch student from Finland. Possibly Fennoswedish and/or Saami from Finland. A fangirl.

Sophia 'Valmet' Velmer Jormungand; Suomalaisesta armeijaperheestä. Palkkasoturi. Lesbo. Puuttuu toinen silmä./ From a Finnish army family. A mercenary. Lesbian. Missing an eye.

Jukko Hämäläinen Wildstorm: Team Achilles/ Osasto Karhu; empaatti, joka tuntee ihmisten kivun kolmen kilsan sisällä (nukkuessa puolen kilsan sisällä). Kiroilee suomeksi./ Empath who can feel people's pain within about 2 miles (a quarter mile while sleeping). Swears in Finnish.

Veera 'MK' Suominen (Tatiana Maslany) Orphan Black: Helsinki/ Orphan Black s4-s5. Autistinen klooni Helsingistä, Suomesta. /Autistic clone from Helsinki, Finland.

Joseph Elo (Kris Kaiyala) Dirt an audio drama (2020--). Podcast amerikansuomalaisesta Joseph'ista, jonka aikoja sitten kuollut isoisä alkaa lähettää mysteerikirjeitä. Kolme kautta on ilmestynyt, neljäs/viimeinen alkaa myöhemmin 2024./ Finnish American Joseph Elo starts getting mystery letters from his long dead grandfather.

[dalsimoravskyblog]

Ultimátní vánoční pohádka: 1. kolo

Skupina D (do 2. kola postupuje 5 pohádek)

Pohádky (v abecedním pořadí) pod předělem:

Kdyby byly ryby (2014)

režie: Jan Prušinovský | hrají: Lukáš Příkazký, Jenovéfa Boková, Ondřej Vetchý, Tatiana Dyková, Ondřej Pavelka, Marek Taclík

„Království tří rybníků postihla zlá kletba. Nadsmyslné bytosti odčarovaly ze zdejších rybníků všechny ryby, aby vytrestaly domýšlivého krále Boleslava. Jenže tento trest se obrátil především proti poddaným. Zmizení ryb, hlavního domácího produktu, je zbavilo tradiční možnosti obživy a zlikvidovalo jejich živnosti. Svou nespokojenost dávají stále hlasitěji najevo. I uvnitř královské rodiny se zahušťují vztahy. Králova dcera, princezna Lidunka, má úplně jinou představu o životě než její macecha. Chce navazovat na tradiční úlohu, kterou mladé ženy v tomto království vždy naplňovaly, ale stává se jednou z hlavních postav dění, v němž se o své místo na výsluní přetahuje několik vychytralých podvodníků. Nejvíc podfukář a zloděj Nikdáš, který nadsmyslným bytostem ukradl kouzelný proutek a má najednou v rukou velkou moc. V pravý čas se ale objeví mladý rybář Ludvík. Bude to právě on, kdo překoná kletbu, zachrání království a získá ruku princezny?“ (ČSFD, 46 %)

Korunní princ (2015)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Patrik Děrgel, Kryštof Hádek, Eva Podzimková, Pavel Kříž, Josef Abrhám, Ladislav Mrkvička

„Kdesi v Zapovězeném lese žije zlý čaroděj Kruciatus. Ten se před sto lety pokusil zničit království, kterému dnes vládne král Alexandr, jenž má dva syny – následníka trůnu Jana a mladšího prince Karla. Karel se však nechce s rolí druhého v pořadí za žádnou cenu smířit. S pomocí svého sluhy Pakosty se na hradě vloupá do zakázané komnaty, získá kouzelné rekvizity, které tu po zlém čaroději zůstaly, a hodlá svého bratra zničit. Princ Jan tak vypije kouzelný lektvar, který mu jeho povedený bratr naservíruje, a ten mu vmžiku vymaže paměť. Jan se poté bezhlavě vydává na cestu do Zapovězeného lesa, ve kterém každý, kdo tam kdy vkročil, beze stopy zmizel.“ (ČSFD, 70 %)

Láska rohatá (2009)

režie: Hynek Bočan | hrají: Jiří Mádl, Táňa Pauhofová, Jiřina Bohdalová, Miroslav Táborský, Naďa Konvalinková, Hana Vagnerová

„V jedné zapadlé brdské hospodě, kde odpradávna sídlili čerti, se usadí dva vykutálení podvodníci – Berta a Vitouš. Spolu s nimi tu tráví čas i čert snad té nejnižší kategorie, čertovský učeň a outsider Záprtek. Když ale hospodu navštíví pekelná inspekce, vydávají se oba vykutálení podvodníčci za čerty. Ovšem čerti to nejsou, a tak váženou pekelnou institucí důrazně požadovaný úpis ani nemají, ani ho nedokážou sehnat. Pošlou pro něj tedy nešťastného Záprtka. Smůla je, že také Záprtek nevyniká žádnou z pekelných dovedností a s úkolem si neumí poradit. Právě v tom čase v Jílovém jistá velice bohatá milostpaní, která miluje nade vše zlato, zatouží po zlatých očích. Ty ovšem nedokáže vyrobit ani zlatnický mistr, a tak pro oči ze zlata musí jít služebná Anička, tak trochu za trest, protože jí milostpaní neprávem podezřívá z krádeže. Jenže – kde se dají najít oči ze zlata, to nikdo neví. Snad jedině v pekle by mohli něco tušit.“ (ČSFD, 53 %)

O svatební krajce (2003)

režie: Jiří Chlumský | hrají: Klára Issová, Milan Bahúl, Božidara Turzonovová, Pavel Kříž, Jiří Štěpnička, Radek Holub, Klára Jandová

„Po smrti rodičů vychovává laskavá královna sama své vnučky Svatavu a Ladu. Trápí ji, jak se Svatava chová, vadí jí její zlomyslná a hašteřivá povaha. Po jedné hádce, kdy královna vnučku opět napomíná, Svatava nečekaně zmizí. V jiném království vládne urostlý král. Zatím marně hledá nevěstu, protože jeho nároky jsou velké. Chce jen takovou, která dovede vytvořit paličkováním stejnou krajku, jakou měla na šatech jeho matka. Králův rádce rozešle princeznám v okolí obrázek krajky spolu s pozvánkou na královský ples. Princezna Svatava doputuje do sousedního království, ale protože ji pronásleduje její špatný Osud, všude, kam přijde, přináší jen smůlu. Rozbije všechna vajíčka určená na přestavbu královského paláce, chce pomoci královské švadleně, ale nechtěně u ní způsobí požár a zapálí drahocenný vyšívaný závěs. O podivné výtržnici se doslechne i král. Mezitím děvče potká svůj špatný Osud tváří v tvář. Ten jí prozradí, že všechno může sama změnit…“  (ČSFD, 60 %)

Pravý rytíř (2016)

režie: Martin Dolenský | hrají: Lukáš Vaculík, Jan Komínek, Lucie Černá, Táňa Pauhofová, Michal Novotný, Martin Kraus, Jiří Korn

„Vincent, rozvážný a mírumilovný mladík, který rád čte a maluje, je pravým opakem svého otce. Ten má jako vysloužilý a ambiciózní rytíř silnou potřebu svého syna neustále opatrovat a zahrnovat ho důležitými radami. Dokonce jej doprovází i na zkušenou do světa. Na cestě se setkají s černokněžníkem, vystaví nebezpečí říši víl a musejí svoji chybu napravit. A samozřejmě osvobodit i krásnou princeznu. Nakonec rytíř pochopí, že ne vše se dá vyřešit mečem, a Vincent si uvědomí, že se zlem je nutné bojovat. Láska krásné princezny a půl království k tomu je pak zákonitou odměnou.“  (ČSFD, 40 %)

Princezna a písař (2014)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Matouš Ruml, Monika Timková, Maroš Kramár, Jiří Bartoška, Petr Nárožný, Jiří Hána, Radim Kalvoda

„Královský písař Janek a princezna Amálka myslí hlavně na různé legrácky a vylomeniny. Na hradě se chystá slavnost a vše se zdá zalité sluncem. Právě v tu chvíli se ale objeví temný mrak v podobě tří bohatých návštěvníků v čele s urozeným panem Dietrichem. Podivná krádež jejich truhlice plné drahých kamenů, ze které je obviněn Janek, uvede události do pohybu. Janek, aby si zachránil život, musí zmizet. Amálka, jejíž ruku si nárokuje Dietrich jako náhradu za ukradený poklad, ho brzy následuje. Společně musí najít pravého viníka loupeže, jejíž kořeny sahají hluboko do minulosti, odhalit záhadu tajemného znamení na Dietrichově paži a napravit jednu dávnou křivdu. Přitom oba zjišťují, že jsou si čím dál tím bližší a láska na sebe nenechá dlouho čekat. Jenomže pronásledovatelé jsou jim v patách…“ (ČSFD, 56 %)

Princezna a půl království (2019)

režie: Karel Janák | hrají: Matouš Ruml, Eva Podzimková, Marek Eben, Jakub Prachař, Maroš Kramár, Veronika Freimanová

„Honza zabije draka a získá princeznu a půl království. A tam, kde jiné pohádky končí, tahle začíná. Princezně se totiž obyčejný Honza nelíbí, stejně tak jejím královským rodičům. Jeho způsoby vzbuzují všeobecné pohoršení a to není nic proti tomu, když se na zámku objeví jeho rodiče. Princezna si zoufá, král s královnou taky, jenže královský slib je královský slib. Na scénu přichází bývalý princeznin nápadník, panovník sousedního království Egon, který princeznu nechal napospas drakovi. Ta se nechá obelstít jeho výmluvami a odpustí mu. Honza má princeznu upřímně rád a když pochopí, jak je z celé situace nešťastná, svatbu zruší a vrátí se do rodné chalupy. Princezna odjíždí s Egonem do jeho království, jenže tam teprve pozná jeho pravou povahu. Když chce utéct, Egon ji uvězní. Naštěstí se podaří uniknout princezninu rádci, učiteli dvorské etikety rytíři Valeriánovi. Ten věří, že jediný, kdo může princeznu zachránit, je Honza. Dokáže se ale Honza naučit dvorské mravy tak, aby mohl nepozorován vniknout na Egonův zámek a už podruhé princeznu zachránit?“ (ČSFD, 64 %)

Škola princů (2010)

režie: Roman Vávra | hrají: Matouš Ruml, Sarah Haváčová, Jiří Lábus, Oldřich Navrátil, Pavel Liška, Zdena Hadrbolcová, Petr Čtvrtníček

„V jednom království žil princ Petr, který byl až příliš velký dobrák. Takhle slušný hoch by na trůn snad ani usednout nemohl, a tak s ním měl jeho tatínek král Marek nemalé starosti. V docela jiném království žila v ten samý čas princezna Lenka, kterou nebavilo učení. A právě s tím měl pro změnu trápení její tatínek král Vilém. Není proto divu, že se v jeho hlavě zrodil nápad založit školu, která dokáže přivést na zámek prince z nejširšího okolí. Školu princů. Vážení princové přijeli a začali chodit do školy. Častěji ale spíš za ni. Náhodou se tak potkala princezna Lenka s princem Petrem. Princezna se nejdřív vydávala za zámeckou kořenářku, ale ani princ Petr se nepředstavil pod svým pravým jménem. Když Lenčin tatínek král vyhlásil, že ji dá za ženu nejlepšímu z princů, ti dva se rozhodli utéct...“ (ČSFD, 54 %)

Tři zlaté dukáty / Tri zlaté dukáty (2023)

režie: Mariana Čengel Solčanská | hrají: Katarína Krajčovičová, Ladislav Bédi, Jozef Vajda, Peter Kadlečík, Jitka Čvančarová

„Juraj není jenom obyčejný venkovský pastýř ovcí, díky místnímu učiteli je vzdělaný, umí číst a psát v mateřštině i anglicky. A díky tomu se u něj z různých knih, novin a časopisů dozvídá o světě, o nových vynálezech a objevech z počátku 20. století. Jeho snem je cesta až do Ameriky. Na to potřebuje peníze. Když se jedna z oveček zatoulá k ruinám starého hradu, objeví se před ním nečekaně tajemná slečna Julie. Je krásná a tvrdí o sobě, že je majitelkou místního velkého panství i se zámkem. Nesmí ale nikomu říct, že někdy počátkem 17. století ji do věčnosti zaklela bohatství a moci chtivá teta, ani o tom, kdo a jak ji může prokletí zbavit. Z minulosti si odnesla jen tři zlaté dukáty, z nichž jen jeden může jednou za sto let nabídnout za vysvobození. Pastýř Juraj, kterého potkává s posledním zlatým dukátem v dlani je její poslední šancí. A Juraj zlatý dukát potřebuje. Za něj by si mohl koupit lístek na loď do Ameriky. Netuší ale, jaké problémy se záhadnou dívkou z časů dávno zapomenutých mu tím začínají.“ (ČSFD, 55 %)

Tři životy (2007)

režie: Jiří Strach | hrají: Vojtěch Dyk, Lucia Bugalová, Petra Molnárová, Jiří Dvořák, Filip Cíl, Jiří Štěpnička, Marek Taclík

„Když tři vojáci zběhnou a ukryjí se ve zřícenině starého hradu, ani jeden z nich netuší, co je čeká. Vejdou dovnitř a vida: uprostřed největšího sálu stojí dlouhý stůl a na něm spousta vybraných pokrmů. Hladoví vojáci nejdřív strnou, ale potom se rozzáří a vrhnou se na ně. To už ale vcházejí tři dívky, které mají zakryté tváře a nabízejí jim, že mohou na hradě v pohodlí a bezpečí zůstat, ovšem pouze pod jednou podmínkou – musí s nimi strávit jednu jedinou noc a během ní nesmí jejich závoj ani o kousíček poodhalit. Noc uplyne a ráno stojí dva z vojáků na nádvoří. Jsou z kamene – takový byl trest za nesplnění podmínky. Zadaný úkol splnil pouze Jakub. Od jedné z dívek, nyní už vysvobozené princezny, za to dostane sokolí pírko. Pírko to není samozřejmě obyčejné, ukrývá v sobě tři životy. Inu, mít k tomu svému ještě tři životy navíc, kdo z nás by něčím takovým dokázal pohrdnout?“ (ČSFD, 56 %)

[wizardsvslesbians]

Hey big fan of the pod and you guys like anime I was wondering if you guys would cover Neon Genesis Evangelion + EoE in a bonus ep. I watched it for the first time recently (I know) and I thought it would have this sort of wizlez anti-imperialist/gov plotline but completely it veers off into egocentrism at the end. The ending inspired strong feelings in me, and according to Wikipedia it's audience when it came out. It's such a famous work and has no doubt influenced a ton of other stuff so I was also wondering what you thought might be similar in the current wizlez/sff expanded universe even if it's not a direct reference but similar incidentally. You can also save this question for a future q&a episode if you want, I know this is a long ask. But I actually finally watched it bc the author of a wizlez book (Metal from Heaven by August Clarke) stated End of Evangelion was an influence in the acknowledgements section of their book and I've been chewing on that

I meaaaaan...

The thing about Evangelion is that people are still talking about it. I feel like I got the last Eva take out of my system back in 2003, but clearly there's more to be said about the damn thing because conversations about it keep happening. So why not. Why not! Gendo is the wizard, Shinji is the lesbian. We'll get to it.

[avatarskywalker78]

It's Wednesday and that means it's time for some more WIP extracts. Firstly from my Thunderbirds snippet 'supernova' - Thunderbird Three has launched and Gordon's updating them on the situation.

“It’ll be a close one.” Gordon said as he popped up again. “I’m sending over the schematics now, but it looks like you’ll have to use the secondary docking hatch.” “Have you let them know we’re on our way?” “I can’t. Their comms are down—” “What?” John gripped the edge of his seat. “Gordon, are you saying we can’t contact them at all? That anything could be happening on that ship and we wouldn’t know?” “I am constantly monitoring Starfinder Four’s status as we speak,” EOS piped up, “and Ó Séaghdha told us she and the crew would try and construct a rudimentary communications system – I’m already putting power towards picking up and amplifying any signal that comes from them.” “Thanks, EOS.” “Gordon, are the emergency pods definitely out of action?” Alan asked. “Looks like it – that section of the ship took some heavy damage and even without that, their main systems are unsalvageable. There won’t be time for any onboard repairs – we’re gonna have to get them and go.” “What about the oxygen levels? Are they holding?” John figured Gordon would’ve said so if not, but he knew exactly how quickly problems in space could get worse. “For the time being, yes. I’ll let you know the second it changes, but I’d recommend wearing EVA suits nonetheless.” “I’ve brought your exosuit too.” Alan added, glancing towards him. “Just in case you need it.”

(Hint: he's going to need it.)

Sticking with Thunderbirds but this time the original series - the fic that the above one is an adaption of!!!

“What’s the current rate of descent?” “Two thousand feet per minute, but they’re worried that’ll change if the backups lose power. They’re unable to reach Ground Control so I’m gonna set up a system to get around that.” “But what could’ve caused it?” Gordon said. “I saw the initial specs – they compensated for any power overload.” “It doesn’t take much for things to go wrong.” Alan pointed out, frowning. “Should we take the elevator cars just in case?” “No, that’s too risky.” Scott told him. “If the ship’s coming in at an angle it'll never work." “Hey,” Gordon said, suddenly looking at John with wide eyes, “do you think she—” “What do you think, Gordon?!” John snapped. “Of course Sheridan recognised my voice, and she’ll recognise yours too. We can’t hide this from her—” “And we won’t.” Dad assured him, giving Gordon a sharp look. “Saving lives is our priority and Sheridan’s professional enough not to give the game away – anything else can be dealt with afterwards.” “I didn’t mean that…” “I know what you meant, but there’s forty-five lives on board and that’s what we have to focus on,” Dad said, going straight into command mode. “Scott, take Thunderbird One to Mercury Ground Control and assess the situation. Virgil, take Gordon, Alan and Brains to intercept Starfinder One –it’s gonna have to be an on-board repair job.” “Yes, sir.” “FAB.”

(Understandably, emotions are running pretty high.)

I've still not figured out the exact details of either rescue, only that for 'star fall' Gordon's the one who has to actively board the ship to try and repair the lifting and landing gear if he can (I'd have had Alan do the job but I'm trying not to be too similar to the Zero X incident in the '66 movie, hence my deciding to spare the ship itself.)

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