#i love you radmila

[soyuzcat]

not-so-soviet building stuff

so i was just looking around in debug for some stuff, and found these items :D

which of course i just had to separate them all from the original debug building, even if it meant staying up till 3am 🫠

here's the ✨ stuff ✨ in question i spent my day separating and retexturing :)))

- ice box

- gas box (what is it called??)

- (soviet) news box

- meower power boxes

- vent

sfs link here

(files can be downloaded individually or from the zip)

notes:

"ice ice baby" and "gas gas gas" found in storage > miscellaneous

"soviet news," "meower power," and "hot & cold vent" in decoration > misc

all items have custom thumbnails except the vent, sorry lil guy 😅

[ijustkindalikebooks]

Review: Night Sky Almanac by Radmila Topalovic, Storm Dunlop, Wil Tirion.

Follow the progress of constellations throughout the seasons with this beautiful companion to the night sky from Astronomy experts Collins. With the aid of easy-to-understand monthly calendars and maps, you will chart the rhythm of the lunar phases, discover events that light up the sky for brief periods, and explore the rich tapestry of characters that adorn the starry canvas overhead. Written and illustrated by astronomical experts, Storm Dunlop and Wil Tirion, and approved by the astronomers of the Royal Observatory Greenwich.

Ahh it's the time of the year we get a new version of this for the upcoming year. Every time I see this up for request, I know Autumn is coming and finding a physical copy of this book before the end of the year.

If I said it once I've said it now for several years, I always appreciate everything they put into this book. A list of important dates, maps of the moon, different tables and graphs plus informative logs on every month of the year that gives you a rounded and complete idea of what is to come in the new astronomical year.

Informative but also given in language that's easy to understand and made clear throughout, this guide is really the essential information you need for someone just starting out but also for anyone who just needs a good guide for the upcoming year (and the artwork is beautiful! I love the new colour this year!)

Thanks again for the ARC Netgalley and Collins Astronomy!

[witches-and-weirdos]

Zinnya: Pre-Campaign Backstory

A human father and an elven mother rushed to the great old faery ring in the forest’s depths, the one beyond that single overgrown gate made of trees and vines growing together, the one that stood there for longer than humans walked this land, and the one that never knew the sun’s brightness or warmth from the crooked trees and the dark mist that never seized to surround it. The pair carried their child, a small girl that barely breathed. Her skin paling to gray, her voice silent, the body grew cold in the moonlit night as her mother’s tears dropped on her forehead.

“Here! It’s here, it must be!” The father crushed a path into the treacherous flora. “It must be! She said to follow the ravens, they are everywhere here!”

Laughing shades moved between the woods circling them, wolves howled and hundreds of black ravens sat perched on the branches. They cawed and stared at the pair, and only flew up when already behind them. At last, the two arrived to a grand circle of ancient stones, black mushrooms and cold mist.

“Lord of the woods, please hear us, we beg you! Save our child!” He shouted as hard as he could, still struggling for air.

“Please, we know there’s a price, we will do anything!” The woman caught up. Her child cold from the journey, perhaps from worse. She didn’t breathe.

The two begged, offering anything they could think of, and only stopped when all the ravens flew up at once around the ring and began circling above the middle as bones, wood, grass and soil animated to coalesce into the body of a single tall entity. The head was a stag’s skull with grand antlers, a cloak made of feathers and moss and from below it long arms of bones and twisted branches moved. The ravens fell silent and perched on the branches and stones.

The creature opened its long monstrous fingers and sounded a deep voice made of harsh wind and twisting wood. “Come. Give her to me.”

The pair approached and carefully placed their child in its palm. It brought her to its bark-chest and stared at her. “What I give now, will one day return to me.” It touched one long finger to her forehead with a small greenish light flaring up as the ravens cawed and flapped restlessly for a moment. The child drew one breath. She coughed, then breathed and cried. Her parents teared with joy and thanked to no end, but the being spoke again.

“When she turns five and onward, she will return here at each solstice and equinox and remain in my care for 3 of your mortal days, and when she turns 18, she will come back to you no more, for with the life I gave, she will serve my will.”

The parents nodded silently as they processed it and made sure to remember, then they began to thank again, endlessly grateful. A single raven then came and perched on the entity’s shoulder, eyes violet with a same-colored scar over it one.

“This one is yours to look for.” The Lord told it. “Now lead them back to their home.”

And so the family returned, following the violet-eyed raven, which lead them through paths and ways they were sure to not have traveled to get here, but eventually, the gate was passed through again, and from there they saw their tracks.

The girl’s color never returned fully, but she had good health and showed no ill signs of the pact’s effects. She was a happy, fun-loving child with a taste of tricks and mischief, and with her parents being glad that she was even alive, she could get away with most things. The strange raven never left the area either, he was often found to play with her or watch over her while others weren’t. Eventually the year came, signified by painful bulgings on her head and nails that could harm wood, the marks of the Wild, old sage Radmila said, nothing to worry about. On her fifth Fall equinox, Zinnya was brought back to the Faery ring, her parents lead by the raven she now called Svalek. For 3 mortal days she stayed there, as was agreed, but how long it was in the Lord’s realm, she couldn’t tell. The time was passed with getting to know her savior and soon master, and his strange fey servants. Friends, as little Zinnya would understand.

She returned to the village with her horns already poking out, happy about her journey, but insisting that she was not allowed to say any details.

And so they raised her, with perfect accordance to the pact, each solstice and each equinox she went and returned, never speaking of it more than a general description. “I met some new friends and we played a lot!” “They taught me some things, very secret, but it was very interesting!” “Look what I got! A tattoo! They said I should practice moving it! See?” “They taught me their language! I love learning new languages!” And so on and so forth, there would soon be no doubt that even at home, even by the raven, she was being prepared to use magic and trained to keep secrets. Soon enough she was caught doing mischief with simple illusion spells and by 10 she could command the broom to clean her room for her. In her main time, she learned, sometimes bringing home runes etched in stones or scrolls with obscure symbols and Aklo writing on them, and should she ever understand them before time came to go back, Svalek always brought her new ones. In the rest of her time, she crafted things, which would become her job in the village, making tools and fixing things, and to create ornate objects.

When her 18th year came, they made their goodbyes. She explained that she wasn’t forbidden to return, she just needed to travel to distant places, and that she made the Lord of Ravens promise that if she’s doing well there would be a chance to meet them again. And with that and a final hug, she set off to her journey.

[mickpro]

Love

I sharpened knives

All night.

To welcome you

In the brilliance of their blades,

And among them,

My love sparkles

For your eyes only.

-Radmila Lazić

Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic

[mariacallous]

To hell with politics, with the stock market! Come and lie next to me. I'll sprout like a potato in the cellar Till wars, revolutions, strikes all end, Till shares multiple, bonuses increase, Till money grows on trees.

The rising or falling value of a cent, Profit or bankruptcy. All these are mere trifles. If you don't lie next to me I'll be like a line of verse wrung dry.

Truth and justice, the higher pursuits, Last Judgment and New Rome - All that they invented So that they can separate us. Come and lie next to me, please, So I don't end up next to a boot Or under it.

I give you my body on credit, My soul on the layaway plan. From your innermost being I need your love muscle only. Come and lie next to me, Snuggle up to my heart, Outside the leaves are falling Like meat from the bone.

"Come and Lie Next To Me" from A Wake For the Living: Poems by Radmila Lazić (translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic)

Serbian original text:

[derangedrhythms]

TEXT ID: Radmila Lazić LOVE I sharpened knives All night. To welcome you In the brilliance of their blades, And among them, My love sparkles For your eyes only. Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic

[sweetnessofmelancholy]

Love

I sharpened knives 

All night. 

To welcome you 

In the brilliance of their blades, 

And among them, 

My love sparkles 

For your eyes only.

Radmila Lazic, “Two Poems”

[terabithiia]

I sharpened knives All night. To welcome you In the brilliance of their blades, And among them, My love sparkles For your eyes only.

Love by Radmila Lazić —Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic

[soracities]

tagged in various things forever ago (i’m so sorry!) which i’m compiling under the cut. the tag is open to anyone who feels like doing any of these. thank you to the most luminous @vfollia @581d00 @luthienne @voiceofthesea @adrasteiax @figlip @roohfully @abhumanaex & @halcynth ♡

What’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum? Whatever currently occupies my mind, but mostly The Parting Glass, The Skye Boat Song, House of the Rising Sun. Also: Friday I’m in Love, La Tarara, Lullaby for Radmila, Bint al Shalabiya, Manha de Carnival

What’s your favorite flower/tree/plant? So, so many--jasmine, birch, willow, sunflowers, mock orange, olive, bougainvillea, lemon, elm, hibiscus, lilies, honeysuckle, wisteria, cedar, heather, rosemary, bluebells, carpet rose, lavender, gardenia, rosewood, cornflowers, pomegranate, fig trees

Favorite colors? Blues and blues and blues. And flesh tones, and jewel tones. Soft greys of the sea, arterial reds. Deepest black and honeyed gold

What do you always doodle? I used to fill my margins with flowers and very intricate spirals.

How do you take your coffee/tea? I don’t drink coffee, but tea is usually herbal, or otherwise with lemon or spice, a touch of honey if I crave it sweet

Favorite candle scent? Anything warm. Dark amber and soft spices, red berries, gentle florals that remind me of summer

Sunrise or sunset? Sunset

What perfume do you wear? I am very picky and changeable with my perfumes and tend to be sensitive to most, but my current favourite is a roll on that smells of pink guava. I wear it everywhere.

Favorite quote? “I am the sea, and nobody owns me.”

Favorite self care routine(s)? Baking, painting, writing, hours spent knee deep in mud in the garden, long, long walks to the sea or through the woods

Fuzzy socks or house slippers? Fuzzy socks that double as house slippers

What color are your eyes? Dark brown

What’s your favorite eye color on others? I’m not drawn so much by colour as by the look in them - @luthienne already put it perfectly: “coloured with kindness”.

Favorite season? Why? Winter for the long, long nights. Summer for birdsongs and the smell of orange blossom at dusk, figs and stone fruits.

Cheek, neck, or nose kisses? Neck kisses. Always.

What does your happy place look like? I don’t know if it has a specific look - it’s more a feeling to me. Wherever and whatever it is, it’s warm and secure and calm, probably close to water and trees

Favorite breed of dog? Every breed of dog

Do you ever want to be married? if so, what colors would you pick for your wedding theme? I don’t know. I don’t think so. But if I ever did, there would be no theme. It would just be outside, with a very, very small group of friends and family and food we’d cooked ourselves. No more than that.

Cursive or print? Mainly cursive

Favorite weather? Depends on the mood - nordic winter nights always have a soft spot in my heart. Summer downpours, too. And thunderstorms.

*

Where are you isolated? (Country or city too if you like) in a very quiet Dublin

What are you currently reading or watching? Reading--Martin Buber’s I and Thou, re-reading On Earth we’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman Watching--Schitt’s Creek, Derry Girls & Fleabag

If you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time? Read in the sun, or tend to the plants

Any fascinating concept you’re studying? Too many, most of which I will drop as soon as something shinier comes along so the real fascination lies in the dizzying expanse of my own inability to keep to a single subject, ever.

What kinds of acts of creativity/forms of art are you currently doing? A few outstanding projects that needed finishing, but otherwise it’s not the time for creativity for me.

A song/s that resonates with your state of mind at the moment? Queen Bee by Johnny Flynn (yes, Emma (2020) has done a number on me and no, I am not coping).

Favourite impulsive/‘bad’ coping techniques? In the interests of my own wellbeing, I will not lend voice to them today.

*

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs!

1 - What You Want, THEY 2 - Bear, The Antlers 3 - Twenty-Eight, The Weeknd 4 - Foreigner’s God, Hozier 5 - Be My Baby, The Ronettes 6 - Drumming Song, Florence and the Machine 7 - Sweet Child O’ Mine, Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox 8 - Love Me Tender, Caetano Veloso 9 - XO, Beyoncé 10 - Kiss With a Fist, Florence and the Machine

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Nickname: Mim Zodiac: Cap  Height: 5ft 2 or 3 idk Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw Last thing I googled: ‘Mathematics of the Alhambra’ Last movie I saw: Emma Favorite musician:  Changes in exact proportion to how deep in the Feels I am at any given moment Song stuck in my head: Wait a Minute by Willow Do I get asks?: Yes Other blogs?: @thebluesthour​ Following: 400+ Favorite song?: Depends on the mood   Amount of sleep?: Varies immensely but I try to keep it to 6 hours minimum Lucky numbers: I don’t think I have any What am I wearing: Jeans and my favourite cardigan Dream job: Sea foam. Favorite food:  Anything made with love Instruments I play: None, unfortunately Last book I read finished:  Seiobo, There Below by Laszlo Krasznahorkai Last song I listened to: Foolish Little Girl by The Shirelles Random fact: The length of your forearm from the base of the wrist to the crook of your elbow is the exact length of your foot !! Describe yourself as an aesthetic thing: Dust motes in moonlight

[hwspoland]

Hi! I love your blog, but I was wondering something: most of the time, you hc Feliks as being siblings with Ivan, Natalka and Katya. I love this interpretation, but what about Czechia and Slovakia? Historically and linguistically, wouldn't it make more sense for those three to be "siblings"? Or do you favor all the Slavs just being siblings cause that's also cute,,,,,, just asking outta curiosity, thank you!

oh i actually headcanon that by ‘blood’ the sorting goes like this: west slavs(feliks, kuba & radmila), east slavs(nana, katya and ivan), south slavs(the balkan babes!! + slovenia as hes technically not balkan i think). 

its just that they all treat each other like siblings or really close family in general!! they all call each other siblings so you’ll spot feliks calling katya big sis and vuk yelling at someone to fuck off from kuba easily

[buffleheadcabin]

I sharpened knives All night. To welcome you In the brilliance of their blades, And among them, My love sparkles For your eyes only.

Love by Radmila Lazić The Paris Review, Issue no. 213 (Summer 2015) —Translated from the Serbian by Charles Simic

[queerspacepirate]

A Long Trip; Episode One: The Capture of A Captain

Hello everyone, I hope you get as much enjoyment from our journey as we do!! Please feel free to ask us any questions and support us on patreon!! 

-The Crew!!

A Long Trip

EPISODE 1:

The Capture of A Captain

Narrator: Today is the 21st of November, 53-79. Our story begins with Chase Foster, a human from the Spara EE1 Solar System owned by the Allegiance Military.  Having lost his parents and brother at the young age of twelve, eight years before maturity, due to a war for freedom, he was forced into the Military. Chase worked as a mechanic and pilot for the next eight years on The Allegiance Ship,  “Carnation.” It was hell to say the least. Chase, now twenty-two, has spent the last two and a half years on the pirate ship “The Barbaric Princess.” Despite the name, The Princess and it's crew have been his home and family in peace… until now...

Chase to Ngozi: (With Excitement) Today is the day, Ngozi! Captain Paris is letting me pilot The Princess when we depart from dock today!

Ngozi: (tiredly with a bit of a sigh.) You know Chase, you're my best friend but I swear if you wake me up this early ever again….. (Grumbling and mumbling “I fucking hate you sometimes”.)

Chase: (laughing in amusement) Haha alright, go back to sleep, lazy fish.

Narrator: The halls of The Barbaric Princess always hum with a soft metallic noise. It's quite peaceful once you get used to it. Chase was definitely used to it. He'd been in space since he was twelve. He'd love to say he'd never look back but he'd be lying. Right now though, Chase was the one humming with excitement.

Murphy: (Slightly out of breath but still energetic) Chase! Wait up!! I wanted to make sure I caught you before you head off to see Aquila!

Chase: Oh? (Chuckles softly) Did Tadala(pronounced Tuh- dala) mess with inventory again, Murphy?

Murphy: (also with a giggle) Actually, it was Glaw(pronounced Gl- auh). I mean of course Tadala helped. Which, of course made Aquila(pronounce Aquail-a) mad, I thought it was hilarious so apparently I'm “grounded” from inventory today along with them.

Chase: And you want me to get you something? Right? You're just plain trouble, all three of you.

Murphy: (laughs softly) and we're proud of it, Chasey poo. But you will, won't you?

Chase: I always do, don't I?

Murphy: So you know that blaster I've been talking about?! Well it's here! (Sad pouting and fake whimper)  Except Aquila won't let me in…

Chase: (laughs) I'll get it for you. Just know you owe me.

Murphy: Always Sweetie!

Narrator: Inventory is huge. It's one of the biggest rooms in the whole ship. It holds everything from hygiene products to blasters. Sometimes even people, though we won't get into that. The large security door is made of a strange alien metal, which everyone has the code to. Chase slowly pokes his code in with soft beeping noises.

Aquila:(noticing Chase with excitement) (Draw out the a.) Darling, how wonderful it is too see you on your first day as pilot under Olu +pronounced O-loo+.

Chase: Honor to you and yours, Aquila.

Aquila: (giving a soft scoff) We know each other enough not to use such… formalities, do we not Darling?

Chase: Of course, Aquila. I just heard you've been having some issues with certain people.

Aquila, sighing deeply: When will I ever learn not to trust Tadala and Glaw with inventory…

Chase, softly: I'm not sure. I am here for a reason though. There's —

Aquila: Murphy asked you to get her new blaster, didn't she?

Chase, softly: Yes…

Aquila, huffing harshly: You know if she wouldn't have thought it was hilarious that those two added an extra two hours of work... (Rumbling through boxes)

Chase: She could have gotten it herself, I know, Aquila.

Aquila: Here you go. Tell her that she can come get anything else she needs tomorrow instead of bothering you on your big day, Darling.

Chase: Alright, Aquila. I hope your day goes better. Honor to you and yours.

Aquila: And Honor and Health to you and yours.

Narrator: The control area of the ship is a bit cluttered with work stations. Chase is anxious when he spots Captain Paris next to the Pilot’s station.

Olu: (gruffly with little patience) Foster! Chase: (Distant from across the room) Uh… Sir? Olu: (Deeply annoyed sigh before snapping out with heavy sarcasm and annoyance) Are you going to stand there all day or are you actually going to pilot?

Chase: *running across the room* (anxiously) Pilot, Sir!

Olu: I would hope so, Ch-- (Immediately Correcting himself with a hint of embarrassment) uh Foster.

Chase: (Oblivious that Olu was correcting himself over almost calling him Chase) Yes, Sir?

Olu: (With embarrassment) Uh, nothing. *shuffling away*

Viv: (From the side in deep amusement) Well, he’s getting worse everyday.

Chase: (suddenly very concerned) Wait, is Captain Paris sick Vivian?!

Viv: (amused and trying not to laugh) You could say he’s sick. (Under her breath) Love sick.

Chase: Hmm….

Viv: We are headed to the Spara quadrant, which personally, I think is a (emphasis) horrible idea seeing as it’s crawling with the Allegiance… Stupid boy….

Chase: (worried) Do you think he’s trying to test me?

Viv: Cassie trusts you, he does too. You’re an excellent pilot, Chase don’t doubt that.

Chase: (Happily) Thank you Vivian. Alright, let’s get down to business.

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Radmila: Ren.

Ren: Yes, my love? What can I do for you?

Radmila: Look at this signature. (pause for a moment as shuffling is heard) That’s The Princess’ signature. What the fuck are they doing here?

Ren: (Suavely with a hint of dark amusement) Preparing to die, no?

Radmila: (With a bit of hesitation) It would seem... that way…

Radmila: /Audio Notes: find a way to make this sound like it’s through a speaker, if possible/ (Loudly and authoritative) Captain of The Barbaric Princess, you and your crew are under arrest for piracy and murder!

Olu: (Confident and with sass) Sorry Captain Radmila Herry, you’d have to catch us for any of us to be under arrest.

Olu to Chase: Better hurry, Foster. If we're caught, we’re all dead.

Chase: Yes, Sir! All thruster to full capacity. Shields to stealth mode.

Vivian: (Authoritatively) Watch out for those debris in Field B-2, Chase!

Chase: I see it! Damn it, Damn it, they’re too close. Fuck! Olu: (Calmly with a hint of confidence) Chase… You’ve got this. I believe in you. Chase: Ah.. Yes, Sir. Alright, we’re going into the field. Viv: That’s Cra--

Olu: I trust him. Viv: Yes, Captain. Ren /speakery noise again/: (evil laughing) You’re not going to win. I will…. Eat you all alive. I will burn your brains out! I will flay the skin from your fucking bones. Your bones will decorate my halls.

Chase: I think…. She may be crazy and I don’t know about you… But I want nowhere near her.

Viv:  I agree and you need to go left!

Chase: I’m going left! Fuck, no, right! Viv: We have damage to the right side! Fuel is leaking!

Radmila: If you continue, you will die. Surrender. Chase: We will not give up our freedom, you murderer. I will never give control of my life or my family’s life to you… (gritted out in anger and sadness) Ever Again. So Fuck Off.

Olu: Chase, she’s right. I’ll go distract them long enough for you to fix the ship. Mom…. Viv: I will take care of them, Son. I promise. You just make sure you come back. Chase: Respectfully, Sir…. No. (Definitely) I will not let you go sacrifice yourself. I will not lose anyone. So sit down and stay here. I will fix the ship in no time.

Olu: Chase, I will come back. Chase: That’s what my parents said, too. Except, no one fucking comes back. So, fuck you, Olu. Sit. Down. Vivian: Chase…. You won’t have enough time… I don’t want this either. He is my son… but we don’t have much of a chance otherwise… Chase: (sobbing) Fuck… Olu: I’ll find a way back to you guys. No one can keep me from The Princess. (Quietly so the others can’t hear /with departing steps/) Nor from you, Chase….

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Olu /microphone filter/: Captian Herry. I am surrendering. You will give my crew an hour to themselves then you can board them. /drop microphone noise/ God… I hope Chase can do this in time if not in an hour we’re all dead. Ren to Radmila: He’s fucking lying. They’ll have their ship fixed by then. Radmila: Ren… Shut up…  /microphone filter/ Alright Paris. Get your ass over here. Ren: Are you serious? They’re going to get away. Again. Radmila: Without either of the Paris Captains.

Ren: (Suavely) They’ll still have a paris… Vivian.

Radmila: (snapping with a bit of a growl) She is not... a Paris… Ren. Ren: And (pausing a bit) you are?

Radmila: O-of course not! Ren: Exactly, because… (dangerously low) you’re mine, Radmila…

Radmila: (Trying to sound reassuring) E-exactly..

Ren: Now let’s go have fun with Captain Paris. (dark laughter).

Radmila: Of course, Dear. Olu: Well… This is… not what I thought it would look like. Ren: What did you think it’d look like? Olu: More evil lair… Less space hotel. Ren: (slightly crazed laughter) The Allegiance gets only the best. Olu: For stealing the lives and freedom of everyone. Even their own people! Have you ever made a decision on your own? Ren: I chose to love Radmila.

Olu: (sarcastic laughing) You don’t know what love is, Buewrid +pronounced Boo-rid+.

Ren: (growling in anger) I don’t know what love is? You insolent little, prick. I will fucking kill you! Radmila: Ren, my beautiful squid… Calm yourself. You know I love you. You love me and I know that. Please calm yourself.

Ren: (Breathing heavily.) I do know what love is… I would never, ever, ever, hurt you. I love you. I love you. I… love… you…

Radmila: (soothingly) I know, My Squid. I love you.

Ren: (settling) I want him taken to my Chamber.

Olu: (Cockily) I’d think you’d buy me a drink first, Squid Face.  

Radmila: Soon, dear, soon. We must wait the hour and capture the rest.  

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Chase: That stupid, stupid goat. If he dies…. Glaw: Chase, The Captain is smart. He won’t get himself in trouble. Chase: Glaw… What do you call what he’s in right now? Also, hand me that red one there.

Glaw: Here. I’d Call it a minor… inconvenience.

Chase: These are the people who killed my family, and not just my family! Glaw, you didn’t see it. So many orphans… so many people… Murdered for even thinking of freedom. Glaw: I know, Chase. Chase: And he’s done more than think of freedom. Glaw: I know, Chase, but this is The Captain. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think he’d get out of it alive. Viv: Yes, he would have, if it meant we all got out of here alive. We’re lucky, though. He was caught by Captain Herry. She loves Cassandra and won’t kill on the principle that he’s her son. So, get this ship done. We will go get Cassie and then rescue his stupid ass. Chase: Alright (sniffles). I’ll have it done in five. Viv: Good, we’ll need you to pilot us out of here.

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Ren: Ah Olufunmilayo Jyoti Paris… I will have so much fun teaching you.

Olu: Squid, you’ve got nothing to teach me. I, on the other hand, can teach you a lot.

Ren: You could teach me about… Chase and Cassandra. Olu: (through gritted teeth) I will never tell you anything about them.

Ren: Oh? Are you sure? I can be very… convincing, little goat. (evil laughter) Olu: Fuck off, Squid. Ren: Where is the stupid human bitch? Olu: I Won’t- She’s in the- Fuck. Off. Ren: (More evil laughter) Oh, come on, Little Goat, play along.

Olu: Fuck off, you evil fucking squid. I will never fucking tell you.

Ren: Oh? You don’t have to speak…

Olu: (in mind) No, no, no, no ,no, no, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. Fuck Off!

Ren: I will break you eventually.

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Ngozi: Oh god, Chase, I just heard.

Chase: We’re getting him back.

Ngozi: What can I do?

Viv: Be ready to treat him when we get him back. I have no doubt that he’s… (Gritted teeth) being hurt… (deep breath then back to normal voice) for Cassandra’s location.

Chase: I can’t believe we let him do this.

Glaw: It was the only way, Chase….

Chase: I know… Let’s get going.

Ngozi: Chase…

Chase: Yeah, Zi...?

Ngozi: (Reassuringly) You’ll get him back. I believe in you. You’re strong and you are the most caring and smart person, I know. You can do anything.

Chase: Thank you, Zi.

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Radmila: No, Ren you are not going to kill him. End of Discussion. We need him.

Ren: (angrily) Why do we need him?

Radmila: He knows the planet’s that work with pirates. The Empress needs that.

Ren: Then let me torture it out of him.

Radmila: Not happening.

Ren: I want to have fun!!

Radmila: You would dare threaten to defy your captain, Ren? You would defy me, the person you love?

Ren: (pouting basically) Why do you want to deny my fun, Mila (drawn out in whinning)?

Radmila: You don’t need to break our gift for the Empress, My Squid.

Ren: (huffs) Fine.

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Viv: We’re in the right system, Chase.

Chase: I know. Just… I’m worried about him.

Viv: I think we all are, Chase.

Chase: That’s the planet, yes?

Viv: Yes, that’s home… Varnu. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Chase: You’re homesick, aren’t you?

Viv: Yes, but Cassie’s really my home. Let’s go get her and then Olu.

Chase: Yes.

Narrator: Varnu is a simple earth-like planet if you’ve never been to earth. If you have… Well, Varnu is nothing like Earth. It’s run by retired pirates who make sure everyone is treated fairly and outside of the tyrant rule of The Allegiance Military. My favorite part is the mountains made of Blue Granite. They shine like the oceans of Earth. Varnu’s waters are black. Everything is different and, oh, so wonderful.  

Viv: The valley between those two mountains up ahead is where we live.

Chase: Alright. ( A bit teasing and fondly) Let’s get you home to the wife.

Viv: (stifled laughter) Don’t let her hear you call her that. She hates that. Something about marriage being an enforced thing by The Allegiance.

Chase: Alright, makes sense, though it was originally human.

Viv: But it’s been enforced by The Allegiance.

Narrator: The building in which Cassandra had made her home was made of a rich blue stone that allowed light to bounce off it in the most blindingly  beautiful way. The whole crew of The Barbaric Princess stood in front of the structure for what seemed like forever. Most had never seen anything like it. It was like water, seeming to move while not moving at all. It was… Incredible.

Cassie: So are you just going to gawk all day or come inside, my love?

Viv: (breathless) Cassandra… Oh god, how I’ve missed you…

Cassie: As have I, my love. You can’t believe how my heart feels to have you in my arms again.

Viv: (with a hint of amusement and laughter) I think I have a clue.

Cassie: Now, where is that foolish son of ours?

Viv: Cas… (voice breaks) Herry, has…. She has him…

Cassie: Wh-what do you mean? Oh god, how? What happened?

Viv: The ship got damaged in a debris field and they were right on us. We didn’t have the time to fix it.

Chase: He… (voice breaking) gave himself up so I could fix it…

Cassie: That… That sounds like him. We need to go get him. Oh god… Why did I ever leave? If I hadn’t…

Viv: Love, this is not your fault. He would have done it either way. We both know that. We will get him back. (Pause) I promise.

___________

Olu: Radmila, nice to see you again. I thought I was going to be stuck with Squid Face forever. (Sarcastic) You’ll be more fun to hang out with, won’t you, Captain?

Radmila: (Completely disregarding Olu) Ren, darling, would you give me some time alone with the prisoner?

Ren: (reluctantly) Yes, of course, Dear.

Radmila: Now, dear Olufunmilayo… You are going to tell me where I can find my darling Cassandra or things will stop being… fun for you.

Olu: You may as well get on with it then because I will never tell you where my mother is.

Radmila: (Evil Laughter) Oh precious child… It’s funny you think you can withhold her location from me. I may not have let Ren leave a mark on you, but I can leave whatever marks on you I wish too. You belong to me now; (Pause) just as Cassandra will.

Olu: I think you may be insane. There's a cure for that, you know...

Radmila: (more laughter) Pray tell... what is this miracle cure for my ‘insanity’?

Olu: (Serious, all hints of humor gone.) Death.

Ramila: (crazed laughter) Only one of us shall be dying today, boy.

_________________

Cassie: So we last saw them in the Spara quadrant? My guess is they haven’t gone far.

Viv: They are probably setting a trap. Radmila is obsessed with you after all.

Cassie: (with a hint of pity) She lost her mind. You know I tried to get her to come with me. She wouldn’t though because the goddamn military.

Viv: They’ve broken so many people. The Empress is good at making them feel they’re doing good things.

Cassie: I know. I’m so glad I escaped even if it was too late…

Chase: Captain, I don’t blame you. I haven’t in years. I know you weren’t yourself. It was them.

Cassie: (heavy sigh.) Let’s go get Olu.

Narrator: The Spara quadrant has a total of three solar systems; Spara EE1, Spara EE113, Spara EE449. Each solar system is under the control of The Allegiance. Spara EE1 has been on the forefront of The War For Freedom. Slowly, riots have sprung up through all three systems, ending with a rise in the military personnel stationed within. Punishments have rose from jail time to death for most crimes. Space has been littered with hundreds of thousands of corpses. Debris fields made purely of bodies is not uncommon in the quadrant.  Populations struggle due to the constant execution.

Chase: I honestly hoped I’d never be back here… ‘Fields of Sorrow’…. We call them… My parents and brother are out there somewhere…

Viv: I’m sorry, Chase, but this isn’t a time to lose ourselves. We have to keep our minds on saving Olu.

Cassie: (softly) Viv, let him have this… It can’t be easy to be going through this again.

Viv: You’re right.

Ngozi: Chase… Why don’t you let someone else pilot and we can go get ready to kick some Allegiance butt?

Chase: Captain?

Cassie: Of course, Chase. I can pilot rather well, after all.

______

Ngozi: We won’t stand by this time and watch our families die.

Chase: (determined) No we won’t.

Ngozi: Olu is strong, no matter what happens he will come to us.

Chase: I know, let’s just grab what we need.

Murphy: Ah there you are Chase. The Captain told me that it would be the three of us plus Vivian. We’re the strike team!

Ngozi: I think you mean stealth team, Murph.

Murphy: Nope. I’m going to kill as many as these shits as I can.

Ngozi: I think the mission is to rescue people not kill people, Murphy.

Murphy: (Cheerily) I can do both! Didn’t you know?

Ngozi: (sighs with a chuckle) One of these days, Murph, you are going to get us killed. Let’s just not let that be today.

Murphy: (Pouting) None of you are any fun!

________

Cassie: Vivian, be careful, okay? I can’t lose you.

Viv: Cassandra, you worry too much. I know you wanted to go but Radmila is too crazy. I won’t risk you.

Cassie: So I have to risk both of you?

Viv: We’ve done alright for the past six months, Cas.

Cassie: (Sighing) I know, that’s why I’m staying here, plus Chase needs this more than I do.

Viv: I think you're right about that. I feel bad for bringing him back here but this is the heart of the rebellion. We need to be here.

Cassie: I might stay… I think the universe still needs me.

Viv: I don’t know if the universe needs anyone, but I know the crew would love to have you back.

Cassie: (teasingly) What about you, Dear Vivian? Would you love to have me back?

Viv: (soft laughter) I don’t know… I’d have to share the bed again and I’m not sure if I’d be willing to do that.

Cassie: Oh that’s just mean, Viv. (sniffles) I’m hurt.

Viv: You are such a drama queen. Of course, I’d love to have you back. (Lovingly) It would be my only wish to have you back with me, Cassandra.

Cassie: I love you, Vivian, so make sure you come back and bring our son back too.

Viv: I will. (Softly) I love you too. Be ready.

________

Cassie: (Over the intercom) Alright, I have The Carnation in sight. I need you guys suited up and ready to go in five.

Chase: Yes, Captain. (determined) We will get Olu back!

Ngozi: What Chase said, Captain.

Murphy: We’re ready to go kick some Allegiance ass!!

Viv: Alright, let’s go get my son back!

___________

Narrator: Space is cold and barren. Yet, for some reason, seeing a Knazz moving freely through space is a powerful thing. They move with such blinding speed and ease that shouldn't be possible yet somehow it is. Every time Chase sees Ngozi in space it’s like seeing it again for the very first time. Chase watches Ngozi’s face light up in spite of everything going on, watches as he does trick after trick. It even brings a smile to him face and calms him a bit.

Viv: Watch out for the bodies, Ngozi. Chase, find the panels that will open this stupid door.

Chase: On it!

Murphy: Chase, is this the panel?

Chase: Yeah! You may have a hand for mechanic work, Murph! Can you hand me the gear I had you pack?

Murphy: Here.

*swooshing noises*

Radmila: /distant/ (Laughing) You could have just knocked if you wanted in. Come on in.

Vivian: Ah, Radmila, it’s nice to finally meet Cassandra’s ex.

Radmila: (angrily) I will have her heart and I will have your head, (pause and then evil laughter) just like I have your son’s.

Vivian: You and I both know you will never have her back and you would never risk Cassandra never forgiving you for hurting him. So just give him back and we’ll leave.

Radmila: (more laughter) You think I wouldn’t kill that pathetic demon? (Pause) Hilarious.

Chase: Wow… Radmila, I knew you had gone insane but to go as far as threatening the most important people to the person you claim to ‘love’.... That’s low even for you.

Radmila: Insolent child…. (Yelling basically) I raised you and you dare to speak to me in that way?! Did your punishments teach you nothing?

Ngozi: (Slowly and low voice) You will… Never… Touch Him… Ever again.

Chase: You only raised me because you killed my family. Now give him back and I won’t tell Cassandra that you threatened her family. I’ll tell her you aren’t all the way gone; that you can be saved.

Radmila: I…. (Stunned silence before gathering herself)  Why should I even believe you? After all I’ve done why would you help me?

Chase: Because Olu is part of my family. I would do anything for any of these people.

Radmila: Tell her… and you can have him… But I get to keep Vivian.

Chase: Not going to happen. We all leave or I will tell her that no can save you!

Viv: Chase.. I will go if it means Olu gets to leave.

Ngozi: No, Chase is right. We all leave or she loses Cassandra’s faith.

Murphy: Or I could just kill her… Might help the resistance!

Chase: No. No killing.

Radmila: Fine, but you need to take him and go. Leave Spara and don’t come back.

Vivian: Just give me my son!

___________

Cassandra: (happy worriedness) Olu, son, are you okay? Come here let me see you.

Olu: Mom, I’m fine. Mom already looked over me, as did Ngozi. Just bruises and cuts. I’ll be fine.

Cassie: Good. Now…. Why are you so stupid?

Olu: Not like I had a choice, Mom.

Cassie: (Huff) I know. I missed you, Orange Juice.

Olu: (Chuckles) Been awhile since you called me that. I missed you too, Mom. When do you have to go back home?

Cassie: I don’t think I’m going too. Not till Radmila is taken care of. I’m not going to risk either of you again.

Olu: I’m glad you’re staying. I think the resistance and The Princess could use your guidance again.

Cassie: We will free everyone together, (pause) as a family.

[mariacallous]

Sorry, Gospode -Radmila Lazić Švorc sam, Gospode. Prazno srce, prazna pica, Izvrnuti džepovi moje duše. U glavi tek ponešto zveči Kao u konzervi prilog za Crveni krst. Tutni nešto, Bogo, u moj buđelar. Prazna sam i bez prebijene Srce mi pišti ko čajnik. Negde vidici pucaju od lepote, Ovde sumrak pritisko kapke. Sve sam protraćila, proćerdala. Sve spiskala. Sad Ti udeli, nahrani, isceli. Pre nego što ubeležiš, Daj pljugu, daj kintu, Daj kitu, ovoj grešnici. Daj mi danas. Niti sijem, niti žanjem, Niti predem, Tebe poslušah, Bogo, Sad Ti pobrini se za me. Izležavam se do podne. Danju unaokolo cunjam, gluvarim, Noću nad rukopisima il po barovima Dreždim, krvarim. Ujutru stajem na hladan pod srca Tvog sina, tvog čeda. Njušim njegovo međunožje Kao keruša svoje male. Jer, Ti kaza: Sve što hoćete da vama čine ljudi, Činite i vi tako njima. Al šutnu me taj čova, Istrese me ko pesak iz sandale. Više mi ništa ne ide od ruke — Uska vrata, tesan put. Ne bulji u mene, Bogo, Ne drži me zemljina teža, Nacvrcana sam, gubim korak, Ulica mi je sve krivlja, Kuća sve dalja, Pruži ruku, pruži prst, Ko luču, ne ko prut. Život cvili kao usna harmonika, Daleko sam zabasala. Ne razlikujem više vrste ptica, Biljaka, drveća, strane sveta, Rečne od morskih riba, Izvor od ušća. Snove po kojima gacam Od ulice kojom njišem kukovima. Više puta voleh zauvek, Moje srce beše vrela ringla, Sad je vrč razbijen. Seks neuprljan ljubavlju, Moja je deviza. Sve druge želje stresoh Ko kišne kapi sa kaputa. Gospodi pomiluj! Pevam o duši utopljenoj, Koju ne mogu na obalu izvući. Kao obešena divljač vise moje ruke. Pomozi! Izbavi! Daj mi — usta na usta! Voleh gorka pića, žestoke momke, I koješta još, Priznajem Ti, Bogo, Ne mimoiđe me nijedan greh. Kao Tvoje telo, Moje srce je jastučić za igle. Sorry, Gospode, Nisam ja ni Marta ni Marija Magdalena. Tvoj sam ispljuvak, tvoja slina. Sad, sve stavi na kantar. Ne priteži i ne zakidaj. Odreži! Obnevidi mi srce, liši me vida. Patiti i platiti. Gospodi pomiluj!

(English translation below)

Sorry, My Lord –Radmila Lazić I’m penniless, my Lord. Empty heart, empty pussy. The pockets of my soul are turned inside out. In my head something tinkles As in a Red Cross box. Slip something in my wallet, Lord. I’m empty and broke. My heart whistles like a teakettle. Elsewhere, landscapes burst with beauty. Here darkness presses on the eyelids. I squandered everything, blew it away As if there was no tomorrow. Now it’s Your turn to give me something. Feed me, heal me Before You write it down in Your book. Give me a butt, a lousy nickel. Give this sinner a cock. Give me this day. I neither sow nor reap, Nor do I weave. I obeyed Thee, Lord, Now You take care of me. I laze in bed past noon, Loaf around all day with nothing to do. Nights I spend in bars or over my manuscripts, Keep vigil, bleed. In the morning I step on the cold floor of my heart. Your son, Your darling, I sniff between his legs The way a bitch sniffs her litter. You said: Do unto others As you would have done unto you. But that man gave me a kick, Shook me like sand out of a sandal. I suspect other heels dance now On his heart’s stage While mine lies hollow like a gutter Beaten by lethal drops of rain. Nothing comes easy to me anymore- Narrow gate, narrow path. Stop staring at me, Lord. Gravity won’t hold me up. I ‘m tipsy, I’ve lost my footing. The street grows even more crooked. My house is even more distant. Give me Your hand, extend Your finger Like a torch, not a whip. Life wails like a mouth organ. I’ve thoroughly lost my way. I can’t tell from the birds, Plants, trees, cardinal points, Sweetwater fish from the deep-sea kind, The source from the mouth of a river, The dreams over which I wade From the street where I swing my hips. Many times I fell in love forever. My heart was a hot stove. Now the jug is broken. Let there be sex unstained by love Is my slogan now. Every other desire I shook off Like raindrops from a coat. Have mercy, Lord. I sing of a drowned soul Which I can’t drag to the shore. My hands hang like wild game. Help me! Rescue me! Give me-mouth-to-mouth! I love strong drink, violent men, And other such foolish things. I confess to You, Lord, Not a Single sin eluded me. Like Your own body My heart is a pincushion. Sorry, Lord. I’m neither Martha nor Magdalena. I’m what You spat out, Your discharge. Now weigh it all on Your scales. Don’t tip them, don’t cheat on me. Go and weigh them. Blind my heart, take away my sight To suffer and pay. Lord, have mercy on me.

[devilishdewitt]

Ladies of Burlesque, December 2019

Anja Pavlova is back to host, perform and celebrate her birthday in the festive edition of the show of her dreams,  Ladies of Burlesque!

Did the show weave a winter spell or left us alone under the mistletoe?

Read on, darling!

Before we dive into the glitter,

Here’s the most important point of everything I do - 

~The Eternal Manifesto~

It is hereby declared that this little nook of the world wide web shall be devoted to the praise & critique of the art of burlesque, specifically in Russia.

Let it also be known that I am first and foremost a benevolent force, and every single criticism is documented solely for the purpose of evolution, growth and inspiration, darling.

Never forget - it is fantastic that the burlesque scene in Russia has grown so much in the last few years. Brava, ladies! As a fact and a statement, it is absolutely fabulous.

However, I volunteer to wear the heavy crown of expertise, having seen many a show in many a place, and having a keen eye for detail and a heart hungry for that wow factor. I always come with an open heart, am quite easily entertained, and know how hard the craft is - I can overlook many a fault when there’s stage presence, charisma and that fire of passion. Oh, and self-irony.

All is sickly without self-irony.

Now, onwards! To fabulousness!

Short summary: I do it because I love you all and want you to excel.

Also, allow me to share a wonderful review by Party Parrot!

 https://lazy-boogie.livejournal.com/3435.html

Thank you ever so for the wink and the nod - what a pleasant surprise! Thrilled that your inspiration lead to write such a brilliant summary of the night. Perhaps my tiny endeavours might create a movement of sharp-eyed, truly grateful audience members! After all, we can’t all be blocked, right? (read on, darling...)

The Venue

The place of action was Cеребряный Век (Silver Age) restaurant, a classic among burlesque events (it even hosted the Moscow Burlesque Festival). It is indeed pure glamour, opulence dripping off every detail! I mean, look at the pool room!

Just look at the pool room!

The second you entered, the atmosphere enveloped you with it’s gilded velvet glory. Of course, there were columns (this is Moscow after all, it’s near impossible to find a venue without columns), but thanks to the high stage and spacious room everyone had a pretty good view. I do wonder if the dressing room was as luxurious as the rest of the place!

If only my accolades extended to the food, but alas! We are spoiled rotten by Michel, and the tiny portions, uninspired recipes and stale presentation were not worthy of the non-negotiable deposit (which was almost as expensive as the tickets!). But we did not come to eat, oh no, darling - we came for a feast, but one for the eyes!

The Performances

Darling, it was a beautiful night. It was a dazzling, glittering, bejewelled, vajazzled (not really) night. My heart melted - and not just because Pavlova was back, but because it was legitimately a beautiful - beautiful show.

The Chorus Line Jazz Dancers were stunning! Their number was so gloriously joyous, for the first time they legitimately looked like they were having fun. Every beat was greeted with a tap, clap or other inspired move, and the joy was infectious! They looked stunning, danced wonderfully well and energised the whole room. 

Marie Weinberg appeared not once, not twice, but four times - and looked stunning every single time. Every single song sounded exactly the same, but that’s her strength - she sounds exactly like a 1930′s record. She is a perfect pin-up model, her photos are always flawless. She does not currently have an arsenal of stage choices (perhaps she doesn’t need it), but she did find her niche and she is gently charming in it. 

We got to see the famous blue showgirl ensemble of Jeva Noir! She presented a classic number - no gimmicks, no emotions, just good ol’ undressing. What strikes me every time I see her is how majestically beautiful she is - she has a unique type of beauty, like an actual Titaness, but doesn’t use it in her acts at all. We are always stunned by her looks, but never by the performance - perhaps because there is no harmony between them. A hawk does not excel when posing as a sparrow.

However, the general public got to see a new side of her talent - Jeva is a marvellous seamstress, and she brought her first collection for everyone to view and purchase! Every single lady left that room with a desire to own the velvety, feathery, dreamy ensembles made by Lady Noir. 

Tamasinushka looked utterly stunning - as usual. And her act was exactly how her acts are every single time - luxuriously languid, entrancingly self-focused, glittering and poised. Was it the most exciting or memorable act of the night? No, but it was gorgeous. When her magic works, she truly does change the flow of time in the room. Quite excited to see her emerge in 2020 with new energy and new renditions of beloved acts. 

Ellisha Fox graced the stage in his blue and white ensemble, and was an absolute treasure. He is an astonishing dancer, his charisma and stage presence are indeed unique. Looking forward to the moment when he finds even more freedom on stage and lets himself dissolve in the moment - it does sometimes feel like he’s participating in a dance competition, focusing hard on the moves and slightly loses the connection with the audience...but being a boylesque performer, all eyes will be on him regardless. I always sing the song of the benefits of self-irony!...But I am nitpicking, darling - because I can see him becoming an international superstar and want him to excel. 

Katerina Sahara brought her Desert Sun and Dragon acts (not quite the most Christmassy/wintery choices, but we didn’t really mind). It is impossible to look away when she’s on stage, but I must say that this particular combination of acts doesn’t really work - they are incredibly similar (if not equal) in tempo and atmosphere, so putting them together within one show doesn’t make either one shine particularly bright. Again, both are flawlessly gorgeous, it’s not a critique on the acts themselves - more on the directorial decisions of the show. Hope she does not overwork her wondrous self, for she seems to have fully joined the ranks of Bezhetskaya’s belles.

Radmila Rocky Zombie - well, it’s been a while since the vivacious mistress of Haunted Cathouse graced the Moscow stage! She brought her Americana fantasy cowgirl ensemble, and it was pure fun - she enjoyed it, the audience enjoyed it, everyone had a good time. Where the act lacked polish, it made up plenty with its ebullient bounciness. 

Sadly, our mullet marvel blocked me on Instagram - understandable, darling! What can be more horrible than constructive criticism and adoration? Quite flattered, never thought my humble self would get this much attention!

Konfetki looked fabulous - especially at the curtain call. Fantastic dress!

Helen! Helen the heavenly stage kitten! I swear to all the Glamour Gods, every single show that lady has a glow-up. Her Burlesque Santa outfit leaves me speechless - me, darling! Speechless! Flawless.

Blanche de Moscou brought her Sweet Kink act to the stage, and it was as beguiling as usual, but that’s not what I want to talk about. There’s a new act. The new act is phenomenal. It’s inspired by an act that her stunning mother directed in the 90′s, and it’s a whole spy-robot-Blade Runner extravaganza! Jaws dropped to the floor the second that luxurious umbrella appeared, and every new costume reveal was even more hypnotising. Her sense of rhythm is impeccable, and the way she marries complete immersion in the atmosphere of the act and her signature humour is spectacular. And the glitter gun! It was not a gun, it was a bazooka!

This was a true showstopper, and really would make more sense at the last act of the show (energetically and logistically - all that glitter!). I think this might be the most impressive act I’ve seen in this country.

Anja Pavlova, the one and only Swan Queen, oh how we’ve missed you. Lady Pavlova brought a myriad of costume changes and two acts, a classic Jazz Age one, and a premiere - Snow Maiden! Her forte truly is her emotional range. When is on that stage, she lives and breathes the music, and takes the audience on the ride with her. The way she catches every bit is ingenius, and she truly floats. Even this old heart had to wipe off a few secret tears...She is a pure delight. And she sang! And she knows exactly where her strength is, so she invited Marie to sing with her and went for acting and engaging with the audience. Her voice can not boast strength, but the sweetness, tenderness and sincerity made it soar.  If I were to make one comment, it would be about the hosting. Each act completely mesmerised and transported us into a magical land of pure glamour...and the hosting was more Earth-bound. Can’t claim that it’s a negative, but when I noticed it, it did create a slight imbalance. 

We want to dive deep into the magic, uninterrupted, darling!

Dearest reader, do yourself a favour and have a look at these superb photos. Dive into the atmosphere, honey! No words of mine will truly convey the joy of the evening.

The Verdict

The show truly was a showcase of ladies - and how different they can be.

 It was utterly delightful and stunningly beautiful.

Ladies of Burlesque remains the most elegant and polished burlesque show in Moscow - at least when Pavlova is around to keep an eye on things.

Bar Burlesque is taking place on January 10th, you can secure your sweet spot here.

[guidosloungecafe]

═••••>CLICK & PLAY<••^_^ https://www.mixcloud.com/Jazzmo/guidos-lounge-cafe-broadcast-0395-sensual-20190927/ ••══════•••(¯`*•.¸(¯`*•.¸¸.•*´)¸.•*´¯)•••══════•• ►▬~♥♥♥ Sensual ♥♥♥~▬◄ ••══════•••(¯`*•.(¯`*•.¸¸.•*´¯)¸.•*´¯)•••══════•• Guido's Lounge Cafe Broadcast 0395 Sensual (20190927) This new selection was all triggered by the new debut album "Liberty" by "Chillson & Marc Hartman". Such a fine high quality album!! When first time listening to the album I was so excited! I love the feel all over, I think there is not one track wrong on this album.. it's ...uhm.. perfect?! Have a listen for your self and let me know what you think :) Anyway, I think this became one sensual selection :) If you would like: 🎧 No jingles 🎧 No intro's 🎧 No interruptions 🎧 Upfront tracklist 🎧 Upfront uploads 🎧 Download Mixes 🎧 The music only experience 🎧 Support the artists and Dj become a select listener!! https://www.mixcloud.com/Jazzmo/select/ 00:00 Intro Chill music only - Jim Ottaway 01:10 Chillson - Smiling Faces (Original Mix) 05:16 Oimactta - DMT 07:16 Aquanote - When angels cried 10:13 Ahmed Sirour - Desire (The Hidden Places) feat Teisha Marie 14:13 Gordon Geco - Reunion 19:24 Polished Chrome - Dreamland 23:53 Aiemo feat Radmila - Kissing You 27:50 Cham'o - Puerto Silencio 33:03 Bliss - Positive Reaction 36:51 Lemongrass - Riddle (feat. Jane Maximova) 41:10 Michael E - Starfish 46:46 Chill Cafe - I Just Wanna Be Where You Are 50:53 Sao Vicente feat Marlene - I shot the sheriff 54:18 Vibraphile - The Dream About You 57:54 D&M Fundation - Relaja Tu Mente Kind regards Guido https://www.instagram.com/p/B28mbJjAX3c/?igshid=1mmij92fu1las

[mj1982mjha]

Love” I sharpened knives All night. To welcome you In the brilliance of their blades, And among them, My love sparkles For your eyes only. Radmila Lazic. Translated by Charles Simic #RadmilaLazic. #Poetry. #LovePoem. #SerbianPoetry. #Literature. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt8atnhhyff/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qyrj9mgpmk18