International Day of Human Space Flight
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International Day of Human Space Flight
the undiscovered country—the future
for CatGeek
Предмет: Книга рецептов Редкость: ⏶ Обычный
Была ли какая-то еда в игре, которую хотелось бы попробовать в реальной жизни?
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Yeh. Its caramel (?) pie from Undertale. I found a guide. And me and my grandma make it!
Предмет: Стакан воды Редкость: ✦ Необычный
Лучший водный уровень в видеоиграх?
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Mmm... Okay. Its a level from Shaman King, Master of the Spirits GBA. Level, where we are must mix spirits power for boat)
Предмет: Мягкая подушка Редкость: ⏶ Обычный
Какая ваша игра-комфортик?
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Mobile app Alto and Alto Odissey. Relax runner on sandboard. Realistic sound, soft flat design style graphic and pastel colors. I love it so much! I want make rus versian for games logo years ago.
the absolute magnetism, tension, yearning between Spock and that romulan commander in the enterprise incident. it's probably the only time in TOS that spock gets to meet somebody who fully and completely understands him as a being and appreciates everything he is. he's so comfortable in his own skin with her, because his vulcan nature is what brings them together, and his emotional side she can grasp as well. he doesn't need to hide one or the other, so he feels so deeply relaxed and the connection feels so genuine. the commander is intelligent, refined, and still passionate and martial: a perfect match to spock's sophistication and restraint - and there's nothing short of complete respect and admiration between the two of them in the end. gotta love it.
Предмет: Машина времени Редкость: ⏶ Обычный
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Long Dark - my big love.
Lust was 36
That Romulan Commander in TOS who's like "Vulcans are so much better than humans actually. Spock you are a superior being. Leave them and you'll be treated as you deserve by us." I don't even know. Absolute Queen. They should have kept that weird energy for all Romulan-Vulcan interactions (ie: Romulans respecting the hell out of Vulcans while still trying to tempt them over to the dark side because they don't understand why the Vulcans would rather ally with humans than their own kin, Vulcans respecting the hell out of Romulans but refusing to be tempted to the dark side.)
Zhou Yu’s beautiful smile I Romance of the Three Kingdoms 1994
f*ck this shit
based solely on casting and the fact that it would be hilarious, i like to headcanon cop 223 and cop 663 from chungking express (1994) as reincarnations of zhuge liang and zhou yu
when we talk about knights like I completely agree with the whole "yes yes the protection, devotion, unwavering loyalty the immense bond and sexiness of I am your weapon use me as you see fit" is hot and good and all
but also consider in addition to that the unbelievable connection & love that is,
your knight always being there. He's always there around you, somewhere in your space. He has learned every little detail about you, weather that be intentionally or just from habit from being around you from sun up to sun down. He knows more about you than you do yourself sometimes. Its a love language. Like! Like!
Your knight is one of the first faces you see when you wake. Excluding your maids or ladies. He is the first man you see in the morning. He knows what you look like in your wrinkled chemise, hair a mess, fresh eye bags and cranky mood because you do not want to leave your comfy bed to entertain the snooty neighboring diplomats. He is one of the very rare people who see you without your heavy gowns and bare face. He sees you like this at the crack of dawn, and he still loves you, as he looks at you with adoration in his eyes and asks what your schedule looks like for the day.
and still, he is absolutely the last person you see before you sleep.(He makes sure of it) Even after your ladies have dressed you down and made you comfortable. He still finds you, checks up on you. Asks if your alright. As he cheekily kisses your hand and tells you to sleep soundly as "I'm right next door so get some rest my grace"
Your knight learns what time you wake up and how long it takes for you to fall asleep.
What wines and teas you prefer, as he watches you at a grand dinner ask the servants for your favorite.
He quickly learns to distinguish your handwriting(because what if someone tries to forage a letter to him saying its from his queen)
He learns how to touch you and much you like to be touched. He learns that it really makes you blush when you link arms with him so the teasing bastard keeps offering his arm to you just to see you flustered. He learns where to grab you and how much pressure to apply when he must pull you out of harms way. He must learn this. You're the crown. The one thing he's sworn his life to. If you flinch away from him, or don't trust him? If you don't feel safe around him? Then he is failing his job.
He learns what secretive, secluded spot you go to in the castle, to hide away from everyone when you want to be left alone. He knows where to find you when no one else can. But he never bothers you. When he sees the lonely distant look in your eyes, as you gaze out the window to your busying court below. He stands back, keeping himself unknown, watching you at a safe distance. He knows you need this time alone.
He learns how absolutely beautiful you look when genuinely happy and laughing. He watches you play another round of cards with your most trusted ladies, outside on a warm summer's day, surrounded by the wealth that the palace can afford, colorful blooming flowers and luxurious furniture. He tries to hold back a smile but fails, seeing you relaxed around your friends, no pressure of keeping up a facade for the court. Just hearing you freely laugh. He's thankful he's here to protect that.
He's also so so thankful that he's learned to pick up when your many suitors make you uncomfortable. The way your hand hesitates as another prince offers to dance with you. How you lean and press your body away from a distinguished war general bragging to you. How your polite and formal "No thank you" to the elderly king proposing you meet him at his chambers tonight, how your polite rejection hides the disgust and distain for this dance you must do. Your knight learns you must greet and entertain the proposals of these men. Or else you risk displeasing your family or coming off as inhospitably to a foreign nation.
But this means your poor knight also knows when you're completely at ease. So this means one day, when his majesty the queen, is having lunch with another prince, and your knight is standing a few feet away enough to give you privacy but still close enough to peer into your conversation. When he sees that your shoulders relax, and you giggle at one of the prince's little quips, and this time you keep all your focus on the other royal, instead of occasionally glancing over to your knight. Its then your precious knight feels anxiety building up in his chest. This time, he learns he just might lose you.
holy shit I got so side tracked with this one, it meant to just be a short blurb but I ended up fantasizing about my own princessXknight characters from Audrey The Bride of Prosperity.
A princess sat nestled in her throne, boredom readily apparent on her features. Her eyes scanned the room in vain, waiting for something—anything—to happen. Her father was on a hunting trip. Of course, he had offered to come home early, but she had insisted he enjoy himself for a while longer. Today’s chore, audiences with the public, were a responsibility that she could handle on her own.
She was beginning to regret that decision. The only sounds were her own breath and occasional birdsong. She found it quite boring, if she was being honest with herself. Hours had passed, and the sun that had begun in the east was now setting in the west. Finally, there came a new sound. Rhythmically, footfall thumped down the hallway. From outside where her guards were stationed, voices. Finally, the door to the throne room swung open and then shut.
A familiar man stood before her, eyes widening as he realized who his audience would be with for the day. He dared not step forward. Quickly, he dropped his gaze to the floor. Dark, shaggy hair fell into his warm brown eyes. The princess' lips turned up in a mischievous smile.
"Ah... Ser Danyel. Returned at least I see— And in one piece, no less. I had begun to worry about you. Truly, I had sent a prayer that you would not come back too battered to bow before me," her voice lilted across the grand room. "I trust your task is complete?"
His face flushed red, and the knight's heart quickened in his chest. It reminded him of war drums. No monster had ever made him so aware of his mortality as he was in this moment. Yet obediently, he took to one knee in a bow. His answer was steady as it came.
"Your Highness... I live to serve. And to bow, should you command it. Though I fear I am not fit for courtly eyes in such a state as I am in now. As for my task, you needn't worry. The manticore is slain, and the settlement is safe."
Perhaps Danyel had a point. He did seem a little worse for wear than he had been before he departed those long months ago. The royal's eyes traveled to a scar along his jaw that hadn't been there prior, then along his broad frame, and came to rest at his large, calloused hands. There they lingered before she leveled her gaze.
"Unfit for courtly eyes? Do you mean the dirt upon your cheek? Or perhaps you mean that old blood at the cuff of your sleeve. Could it be that weary slump to your shoulders? And yet, you thought this an appropriate way to seek my father." The last word was dangled over the hero's head like a treat with which to tease him, though in his eyes it felt more like a trap.
"Nay— It is a fine trophy of your valor, I should think. Quite the sight to behold. Almost... Fetching."
Perspiration beaded at the warrior's brow. In the name of all that was holy, he couldn't figure out why this conversation was feeling more akin to a dance with the reaper. The good Lord knew he had been close to death before.
"Your Grace jests at my expense," he finally said. "I would not wish to bring offense with so coarse a presence before you—"
"—Offense?" The princess giggled, seemingly dismissive of the fact that she had interrupted. "Nonsense. You are my knight, returned from danger. Each scar is a gift to my keeping. And should I wish to see you polished and shining again, perhaps I should see to it myself."
His jaw dropped but for a moment before snapping shut, and his face flushed red. For what felt like ages, thoughts of the chivalric code tore through his mind like a cyclone. Honor. Decency. Respect. Surely, the lady could not be implying what he was so guiltily hoping for. It would be best to ignore it.
Then, her voice came low. Maybe it was playful. Perhaps it was dangerous. "Don't look so startled. I said I may bathe you by hand. A reward for your troubles. Unless, of course, the thought frightens you more than the manticore."
"It is not fear, my lady, but propriety. Such an honor..." He paused, allowing a shaky breath to fill his lungs. It failed to soothe his burning chest. "I could not presume—"
Once again, she interjected. "Presume nothing. I am the princess, and you are mine to reward as I please. If I command you into the water, dripping and obedient, would you defy me?"
No answer came. A minute passed, and then two. The princess rose from her seat, and silence screamed in the knight's ears. His stomach dropped, even as the ball of heat in his abdomen grew. Perhaps he had made a mistake. As she approached, his apprehension grew. Finally, she stopped just inches from him. "Well," she softened her voice. "Would you?"
"I wouldn't dare..." He grimaced as his voice cracked. The words that were meant to be certain and assuring escaped his cracked lips as more of a whisper. "Yet the heat in your words tempts me beyond what a knight ought to bear."
There it was, like an admission of guilt. He wanted her. Had fancied her for quite some time now from a distance, but pushed those feelings deep down inside of him. Buried them in bodies and blood and glory. Nothing good could have ever come from it.
The knight steeled his resolve and doubled down. Should he be punished for this breach of trust, he would accept it with grace. No knight deserving of his position would ever dare.
"Good." He froze at this unexpected answer, quite frankly shocked that he wasn't being commanded to leave. Soft lips pressed against his own, and he drank them in like a desperate man in a desert. They were sweet.
"Let temptation be your burden, and obedience be your shield. Now— Off with your clothes, Ser Knight. Slowly. I should like to see the man beneath them."