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[grapesodadog]

Polaroids of Ivan with the New Blood player characters because I never posted them!

[lacavernamx]

Música nueva que te encantará. - https://wp.me/p4pCgM-4ui

A continuación, podrán encontrar nuevas piezas musicales de diversos artistas que brindan experiencias que la verdad me encantaron. Cada una de estas canciones las escuché con audífonos mientras me recostaba y me dejaba llevar por cada uno de los matices y mensajes que tienen para ofrecer, por lo cual invito a que las escuchen de la misma manera para que puedan experimentar todas sus partes por completo. Con música como 'Restless' de D. Marin Perez, 'Sweet Teeth' de Blinker The Star, 'Take Control' de Whiffler y 'Vibrando' de Ivan Dancourt.

[emzeciorrr]

L愛VE from CLAN on Vimeo.

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe.

CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio

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Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

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[parkerbombshell]

The Essence of Cool S2 w/ Doug Hempstead

Sundays 2pm-4pm and Fridays 10am-12pm EST bombshellradio.com Listeners in Canada's Ottawa area will know Doug Hempstead as the CBC Traffic Reporter who has a long history as a TV and print journalist around the Province of Ontario. But in the world of music, he is better known as the force behind Indie rock project Area Resident. Since 2016, he has cranked out 7 albums, including 2022's Polycanard, a collection of unreleased demos dating back to 2003. In this episode, we discuss the real-life stories behind such Area Resident songs as Six Domestic Calls and In Your Pepper, his new deal with Surkeus Records, Doug's longtime friendship and collaborations with Blinker The Star's Jordon Zadorozny, and his Essence of Cool picks: Chrissie Hynde and Wayne Coyne. WARNING: This episode contains foul language. Socials FB: @arearesidentmusic IG: @arearesident Website: arearesident.bandcamp.com Surkeus Records: surkeus.com  ABOUT THE HOST  Bernard Frazer is a Canadian songwriter/musician whose synth pop band Church of Trees has topped independent charts around the world. He is also a former television producer/writer of such shows as Real Life with Erica Ehm (Life Network), The Dini Petty Show (CTV), Miracle at Niagara, and New Year's Eve Niagara Falls In Season 2, we've scheduled episodes with the great Phil Thornalley (The Cure, Duran Duran, etc), Kevin Hearn (Lou Reed, Barenaked Ladies), Men without Hats' Ivan Doroschuk, legendary rocker June Millington (Fanny, Earl Slick, Bonnie Raitt), the great Jay Semko of 5-time Juno nominated Northern Pikes, indie star Vicki Brittle, and more. We've also scheduled a series of episodes discussing the life and musical impact of Canadian producer, and songwriter, Tim Thorney (Alanis Morrisette, Cassandra Vasik, etc). For this very special series, we'll be joined by former Much Music VJ Erica Ehm, Juno award-winner Hill Kourkoutis, 'drummer to the stars' Randy Cooke, Tim's brother Tom, and Tim's longtime engineer and friend, Adam Fair. Stay Tuned! Read the full article

[russianshavefun]

The Best Soviet Comedies – “Hello, Galochka...you're about to die!”

"They don't shoot like this anymore" - they say with nostalgia about Soviet comedies. These tapes have been popular for decades: the familiar characters with their incredible adventures still make adults and children laugh.

Perhaps it's hard for a person unfamiliar with Russian history, the Soviet way of life or the cultural code of the Soviet man to understand how Lukashin from "The Irony of Fate" could have mistaken St. Petersburg for Moscow, arrived at the address "at home" and wandered into his (spoiler - someone else's) apartment without noticing the catch.

Or How can one understand where in a simple Soviet apartment - Three tape recorders, three foreign film cameras, three cigarette cases domestic, suede jacket ... Three... Or why caviar, eggplant caviar, is a delicacy, but you can eat black and red caviar with spoons.

Similarly, it is difficult to understand the wordplay and subtle humor of Soviet comedies. - Are you a son of a bitch, an impostor, squandering the government lands?! You can't spare any parishes!

In these and many other phrases there will always be references to the history or culture of our state. And it is put in a joke... it's almost impossible to get by a person from abroad.

But, anyone who really wants to understand Russia even a little bit should watch these comedies at least because we have half the country talking in phrases from these comedies - yes, literally every day.

You'll find out that "I'll tear your jaws out and poke your blinkers out" is... a joke, not a threat. And that "Student, Komsomol girl, athlete, and just plain pretty!" shouldn't offend your political beliefs in any way.

In short, just to understand Russia a little closer, be sure to watch these comedies.

1. Ivan Vasilievich: Back to the Future (Ivan Vasilievich Changes Profession ) - 1973

The story begins in Moscow in 1973, where engineer Alexander "Shurik" Timofeyev is working on a time machine in his apartment. By chance, he sends Ivan Vasilievich Bunsha (Yuri Yakovlev), the superintendent of his building, and Georgy Miloslavsky, a burglar, back in time to the time of Ivan IV the Terrible. The pair are forced to disguise themselves: Bunsha disguises himself as Ivan IV (the Tsar), while Miloslavsky disguises himself as the Prince of the same name. At the same time, the real Ivan IV (also played by Yuri Yakovlev) uses the same machine to get into Shurik's apartment, he has to deal with modern life while Shurik tries to fix the machine to get everyone back to their places in time. 2. The Diamond Arm - 1969

Diamond Arm has become a cult Russian film, and many Russian contemporaries consider it one of the best comedies of all time.

3. Operation Y and Shurik's Other Adventures - 1965

The story is about the adventures of Shurik (alternate spelling - Shurik), a naive and nerdy Soviet student who often gets into ridiculous situations, but always very neatly finds a way out.

4. Kidnapping, Caucasian Style - 1967

The kind but naive ethnography student Shurik, known from previous films as a student at the Polytechnic Institute, goes to the Caucasus to study the ancient customs and traditions of the locals, including the local "myths, legends, and toasts." At the beginning of the film, Shurik is riding down a mountain road in the Caucasus on a donkey. Suddenly a young woman named Nina walks along the road. "A college student, an athlete, a Komsomol girl, and finally a beauty."

5. Gentlemen of Fortune - 1971

The film tells the story of an affable kindergarten director named Troshkin, who looks a lot like a violent criminal nicknamed Docent (Docent, literally docent) who stole Alexander the Great's helmet at an archeological dig.

The Docent and his gang are caught by the police, but the Docent is in a different prison than his comrades. Since Troshkin looks identical to Docent, the police send him undercover to the real criminals in prison to get information about the stolen helmet. He must pass himself off as the real criminal Docent, so to be convincing, Troshkin, an educated and good-natured man, has to learn the lingo and manners of criminals.

6. Office Romance - 1977

The action takes place in Moscow in 1976. Anatoly Yefremovich Novoseltsev, an awkward single father of two sons, works in a statistical bureau. His boss is Ludmila Prokofyevna Kalugina, a stern, lonely woman in her 30s, nicknamed "our hag" by her subordinates. Novoseltsev dreams of a promotion and a raise, but is timid to talk to his boss about it. She can not dream at all or it just seems so…

7. The Irony of Fate - 1976

A Soviet romantic comedy film directed by Eldar Ryazanov.

The key plot of the film is the dull monotony of the public architecture of the Brezhnev era, which allowed this theme to develop.

Following an annual tradition, a company of friends gathers in a bathhouse (a traditional public bathhouse "sauna") in Moscow to celebrate the New Year. Afterwards, one of them needs to catch a flight to Leningrad, and the whole group is going to take him to the airport. By the time the group reaches the airport, everyone is very drunk. No one can remember who is supposed to be on the flight. By mistake, Zhenya gets on the plane instead of Pavlik. During the whole flight Zhenya sleeps. In Leningrad, the seat neighbor (cameo of Eldar Ryazanov) helps Zhenya out of the plane. Zhenya wakes up at the Leningrad airport, believing that he is still in Moscow.

[savannahsdrabbles]

Ocean Song - Part Six

rating: PG summary: Marine biology student April O’Neil makes a startling discovery.

notes: 5k words - this chapter is a big boy! A03 link can be found here. Special thanks to @cloakedrabbitand @starfiretheninja for beta-reading!

Being constantly together meant that there wasn’t always a need for names in his family; no matter where they went or what was happening, a brother was always within earshot. Besides, surviving as a group often called for one to put aside the concept of ‘I’ and ‘me’, and instead focus on the importance of ‘us and ‘we’.

Us, Brothers. We, Father and Sons.

Individual names were thought of as precious things to be shared. To be called by name was one of the most intimate ways of being identified – it was a way of telling the other that they in particular were important and cherished and held a special place in the speaker’s heart. Being given a name was a special gift, and to be able to give someone their name was an even greater honor.

Father had given them their original names when they were still very small, cooing the sounds as they burrowed into his worn white fur and drank in the warm, safe scent of each other.

Small. Brave. Strong. Clever.

The chirped sounds were a reminder of his love for them - a verbal affirmation that he held them dear.

Once Father had passed, those names became something almost sacred in their family and were reserved for only the most special of occasions. They were spoken primarily in times of overwhelming emotion, such as during a particularly harsh winter when Strong Brother brought home a catch large enough to feed the whole family for many suns. The turtles had gathered around him that night, churring happily and celebrating their brother’s great and likely life-saving accomplishment.

Other occasions were less joyous but just as intimate, such as on nights where one of them startled awake from a terrible nightmare – an event that happened more frequently since Father’s passing. Brothers would huddle around their frightened member and press close, filling their ears with whispered names and reminding them that they were safe, they were home, and they were loved.

At this moment he yearned for nothing more than to be drawn into one of those tight embraces, cool scales and warm breath tickling his skin as the sound of his name chased away the surrounding monsters.

“Brothers here, Clever. Clever Brother safe.”

He blinked his eyes rapidly – one of the few body parts he could still move – as tears blurred his vision and began to roll down his face. The cold, hard object that had been clamped around his neck vibrated softly, a cruel imitation of the cool skin and hummed tones he was desperate for. The turtle bit down on the inside of his cheek and roughly chewed in an attempt to distract himself. No, he couldn’t cry yet, no matter how much he wanted to. For now he had to stay alert. If death was to come, he wanted to face it and be brave. That’s what Father would have wanted.

An acrid scent filled his nostrils as the ground swinging beneath him slowly transitioned from light to dark, and the harsh lighting above was replaced with a handful of flickering orange lights. The turtle let out a soft grunt as they came to an abrupt stop, his momentum continuing to carry his head and arms forward until they collided against the human called Ivan’s back. Before he could process what was happening, the hands holding him shifted to grip the edges of his shell and he was twisted around to face his captor.

Ivan stared down at him for a moment, his brown eyes seeming to note the turtle’s lolling head and the tear tracks that ran up either side of his face before he smirked. “Alright, in ya go.”

The turtle felt himself being turned again and then he was shoved into a small, dark place. He gasped softly, eyes flicking around to take in the new, colder enclosure. This one was much different than the other prison – it was much smaller, offering him only a few inches of movement on every side, and made of a shiny silver material that looped together to form an interlocking web. Several other prisons lined the one that he was being placed in, signifying that there was room for other prisoners if necessary.

The icy floor beneath his skin vibrated rhythmically as a mental image rushed to his mind, causing his already twisting stomach to gurgle a warning. No. Brothers safe. Brothers not here.

“Th-that cage is fairly small for a creature his size – and he should really have some source of water-” the red furred man that they had called “Doctor” leaned around Ivan as he attempted to peer into the silver prison. Waves of pity emanated from the human’s eyes, so similar to the expressions Red Girl and Boy Human had given him.

The turtle squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to shake his head and erase the memories from his mind. They hadn’t come back for him. Father had been right about Humans – they only sought to hurt and destroy. Their promises and looks of pity meant nothing.

All of the sudden a hand reached out and gripped the back of his neck, causing his eyes to snap back open. A warning hiss bubbled out from the back of his throat.

“Oh hush,” Ivan tapped sharply on the bridge of the creature’s snout, then leaned into the touch as he shoved the creature further back in the cage and swung the door shut. The turtle could still see through the metal links as Ivan latched the cage and reached into his pelt to retrieve what looked like a large gray egg. The man tapped the shell once, triggering a low beep from the object around the turtle’s neck. He gulped, bracing for the worst, and then barked in surprise as a wave of tingling warmth began to slowly wash over his body. It was an odd, hot sensation – like the feeling of urinating after a cold swim – but it was welcome. The turtle shook his head and gave a small sign of relief as life began to creep back into his limbs… until Ivan clicked the egg a second time and the weight came crashing back down.

“Eh, better keep you still for now. Just in case.” The large man twirled the egg between his fingers for a moment, looking thoughtful, then tucked the device into an inner pocket on the van door. Once he was certain it was secure, Ivan grabbed the doors and looked back over his shoulder. “You’ve done enough, Dr. O’Neil,”

The doors slammed shut with an air of finality, plunging him into darkness and making him whimper softly.

Seconds later a roar screamed at him from every side, and then a sudden jolt of movement sent him crashing into the cage door. He clenched his now bruised jaw as the rumbling continued to slide him back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust and then locking onto the door pocket that shifted in and out of his line of sight. He hummed in determination. That was it – his ticket to freedom. He needed that egg.

***

Okay, so it turned out that car chases were a bit difficult when you didn’t have a plan and didn’t want to alert the other car.

The Jonesmobile had exploded from the parking garage with a vengeance, spitting up gravel in its wake, only for Casey to quickly second guess his actions – a rare occasion and one to be noted – and slam on the brakes. He killed the headlights, essentially casting a cloak of invisibility over the Jeep, and waited impatiently for the van to put a bit more distance between them before gunning the engine. The two vehicles weaved their way through Hamato Lab’s property, the Jeep’s headlights staying dark until they emerged onto the freeway. There weren’t many other cars out at this time of night, but it was just enough for the teens to be able to blend into traffic without tipping off their target.

“We need a plan – is there a rest stop or something coming up? Maybe we can wait until they stop and confront them then?” April leaned down to retrieve her laptop from the floorboards and started to pull up a map of the highway. “I’m not sure where exactly Oroku Inc. is located, but I know it’s at least several hours away; they’ll have to pull over at some point to-”

“And then what? They’ll stop to get some Funyuns and we’ll break into the van?” Casey tapped his blinker as they changed lanes, moving the Jonesmobile one lane closer to the van and pressing on the accelerator. The Jeep rumbled beneath them as they powered forward. “As much fun as that sounds, I don’t think it’ll work – one of the goons will probably stay behind to watch the car.”

“Ugh, you’re right,” the redhead moved her hands to her face and rubbed her temples vigorously as if to stimulate brain activity. “Okay, okay. Did they lock the back of the van before they drove off?”

Casey shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road as the van signaled right and began to change lanes. “I don’t know – you had a better vantage point than I did.”

“I don’t think they did, but I’m not one hundred percent sure. But if we can get them both away from the car for a bit maybe one of us could get in through the back and pull him out?”

“Hmmm…” the boy hummed, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought.

Ahead of them, the van signaled once more and began angling towards the nearest off ramp. Casey waited for half a moment before doing the same. He’d never driven on this part of the coastal highway before, but he could tell at a glance that the traffic was a lot less dense on the upcoming side street – meaning that there would be less cover and the goons would quickly catch on to the fact that they were being followed. If they wanted to take advantage of the element of surprise, they needed to act soon.

“How good are your acting skills?”

April blinked in confusion. “My what?”

“I have an idea. Just follow my lead – and brace yourself.”

Before April could ask any more questions, Casey jammed his foot against the gas pedal and the car rocketed forward like a sugar-high child released into Disney World. The girl shrieked in surprise, hand swatting at the roof as she grabbed for the ceiling bar and held on tight. The Jeep careened onto the off ramp, narrowly missing the siderail as they powered down to the lower level. Streetlights whipped by, illuminating the inside of the car in photographic bursts. Casey’s crazy, wild-eyed grin. April’s confused but determined resolve. The gap between them and the van began to close.

50 feet.

40 feet.

30 feet.

“Casey-!” April braced herself, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut as she prepared for what was sure to be a colossal collision. But then, without warning, Casey jerked the wheel and they blew past their target. April pried an eye open just in time to see the van whip past and start to shrink in their rearview mirror. “What the heck are you doing – we need to be behind them!”

“Just trust me – I saw this in a movie once!”

Once Casey seemed to be satisfied with the distance between them and the other vehicle – at least ten car lengths – he threw his right arm in front of April and slammed on the brakes.

Tires screamed in protest, immediately chorused by the voices of the Jeep’s passengers. Casey’s left hand gripped the steering wheel, fighting to keep the car under control as it skidded from side to side. A second screech joined the cacophony of noise, and April squeezed both eyes shut again as she waited for the impact that never came.

Then, with a crunch of gravel, everything stopped moving.

The two teens slumped forward in their seats, chests heaving against their seatbelts as they attempted to steady their racing hearts. As soon as she was sure that they were still alive, April turned her head and gave a snort at the shell-shocked expression painted across Casey’s face. “You good?”

The boy moved slowly, prying a white-knuckled hand off of the steering wheel and slowly patting it across his face and body in search of injuries. “I… I think so. You?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” April closed her eyes in relief and nodded breathlessly, then turned sharply in her seat as she threw a punch to Casey’s shoulder. “What the heck was that?”

Casey recoiled, color flowing back into his pale face as he attempted to dodge her flailing fists. “I have a plan – I told you, just trust me!”

“Trust you? After you tried to kill us? Boy I-”

“You call that crap driving?” A voice boomed from behind them, followed by the slam of a car door being kicked open. April tensed, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. Both of the men they had seen at the lab emerged from the van, looking every bit as shaken and angry as she felt.

“Like I said – follow my lead!” Casey grabbed April’s hand and squeezed once as he hissed his words. Without any further explanations, the teenage boy unbuckled his seatbelt and threw himself out the car door. He started speaking even before his feet had touched the ground, voice pitching into a pitiful and unsure tone as he turned to the approaching goons. “I am so sorry, sirs! I don’t know what happened – I was just driving along and all of the sudden I lost control of the wheel! Are you two alright?”

Now that they had headlights and streetlights to illuminate the situation playing out, April was able to give the Oroku Inc. employees a once over in the rearview mirror. They were definitely enormous – both solidly built men each standing at least six feet tall and towering over even Casey’s lanky form. She squinted, eyes straining to read their nametags as they passed the Jeep’s bumper and continued to move closer. Anton and Ivan. Those certainly didn’t sound like any Japanese names she’d ever heard – maybe they were transfers to Japan, like she and her father? Then again, these guys didn’t really look the part of well-educated scientists – more like club bouncers that had been handed official nametags and set loose.

“I think that something is wrong with the flux capacitor – I heard it making noise earlier this morning and thought to myself: ‘Self, you need to get this fixed’ and by golly look where that got me now.” The men continued to stalk forward, shoulders hunched and not speaking as they got within an arm’s reach of Casey. The boy stepped backwards, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he continued to ramble.

Okay, this didn’t look good.  Time to step in.

Taking a deep breath, April pushed herself through the passenger side door and did her best put on a mask of nervous innocence. “Oh yes, I hope that we didn’t scare you two gentlemen!”

Both mens’ heads whipped around to face her, as if just realizing that there had been a second person in the Jeep. They glanced at each other, eyes sharing a quick conversation, and then Anton gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Not at all, Miss. We were just checking to make sure that the driver of this car was alright – you were driving a bit erratically back there.”

“That’s because my girlfriend really has to pee!” Casey interjected. “We were speeding to get to the nearest gas station.”

April blinked, taking the moment of temporary darkness to roll her eyes back into her head before nodding and crossing her legs awkwardly. “Err, yeah. I really gotta… go.”

The bigger of the men blushed and glanced between the two teenagers. “Oh. Um, well then if you two are okay, we’ll let you go on your way-”

“No!” Casey and April both yelped at the same time, startling the two men and catching each other off guard.

“I really need help to get my car running again, and you can’t leave us stranded out here!” the teenage boy gestured towards the hood of his car and shrugged helplessly. “I totally suck at cars – I mean, look what happened! If I don’t get this fixed, someone else might come along hurt us or something and then I’ll have to tell the cops what happened and –”

“Alright, alright, we’ll give it a quick look,” the black man interjected with another tight smile, though his eyes betrayed a deep aggravation with the turn of events. “Ivan, you’re good with cars, aren’t you?”

“Good enough,” the white man shrugged and started to roll up his sleeves.

“Thank you so much, gentlemen, we really appreciate this,” Casey gave a small bow as the two men moved to the front of the Jeep and started to raise the hood. Before they could get started, he turned back to April and continued to speak in his lilting, false voice. “It’s pretty quiet out here, Babe. How about you go behind these nice men’s car and see if you can find somewhere to take care of business? I think their van will block you from the road.”

April nodded. Okay, maybe Casey knew what he was doing after all. “Okay, Babe. Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone.”

Casey gave a wide grin, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “Impossible.”

Before he could continue playing along and dragging things out, April turned and slowly started to make her way into the darkness. The van was still running, making her cross her fingers and pray that the back of the car would still be unlocked. If it wasn’t, she wasn’t sure how she could go about stealing the keys from the cabin without alerting Anton and Ivan.

From behind her, she heard a shouted “DUDE SHE’S PEEING, DON’T LOOK!” and bit back a snort. Bonus points for dedication on Casey’s part.

Moments later Casey’s voice resumed its awkward tone, assuring her that the goons had turned their attention back to the car. “So I always forget - how often are you supposed to change the oil in your car? It’s like once a year, right?”

April wanted to laugh at the absurdness of this all, but she knew that she didn’t have time to waste. The red head walked slowly, trying to appear calm before she ducked behind the van. Anton had apparently jerked the wheel when he slammed on the brakes, causing the van to fishtail and come to a stop at an angle – perfect. She waited in the shadow of the vehicle for a few seconds, half-expecting one of the men to charge around the corner, and then reached for the door handle.

“Please be unlocked, please be unlocked.”

Click. 

The van door swung open, and April was suddenly face to face with the turtle.

A wave of relief rushed over her, and the girl grinned as she reached for the sliding latch on the front of his cage. “Oh thank God – are you okay?”

The creature hissed loudly, his narrowed eyes locking on hers and shining with anger. “No!”

She hesitated, drawing her hand back and watching as the turtle trembled in the low light. “Hey – I don’t know what all happened after we left, but I’m here to help.”

“No! Human hurt!”

April bit her lip. He was right – she could see the scrapes on his arms and face where it looked like he had been roughed up, and the humming collar on his neck didn’t look good. Casey cleared his throat in the distance and continued to talk loudly, but she could tell by his tone that he was starting to sound less confident. She didn’t have much time to argue.

“Listen – I’m going to need you to trust me.” She whispered as she raised her hand to the latch again and slid it open. The turtle gave a low grumble, but made no move to snap at her or fight back. “I’m sorry that those humans hurt you, but I promise that that’s the last thing I want to do. Casey and I are trying to get you home. You know, home with Small Brother?”

That was the key – she could almost see the switch being thrown in his brain as soon as she mentioned his brother.

Once the latch was undone, the girl slowly extended a hand into the cage. “Trust me, ok? Just come with us, and we’re going to get you home.”

The turtle regarded her hand for a moment, then moved his eyes to look past her. “Egg.”

April froze. “Egg?”

“Egg!”

“I – I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means?” They didn’t have time for this – April reached into the cage and tried to grab for one of the turtle’s legs to pull him out, only to brush against the collar on his neck. The metal buzzed slightly, sending pins and needles through her fingers and causing her to jerk her arm back. The tips of her fingers felt numb to the touch, and she flexed her hand to force blood back into them. “Ow – what the heck?”

The turtle blinked up at her almost apologetically, then turned his focus past her once more. “Egg. There egg-egg-egg-egg-egg!”

The collar – maybe that was why he wasn’t moving? So what did an egg have to do with this…?

Casey yelled in the distance, and April froze. “Can you check my gas tank as well? I filled it up last week, but maybe I’m running low?”

“Fine, whatever, Kid! Just stop yelling – they can probably hear you from Tokyo!”

That didn’t sound good – Casey was running out of things to distract them with.

April turned in the direction that the turtle was looking and reached into the door pocket. Immediately, her hand closed around something small and round. She pulled the object from the pocket and held it out to him. “This?”

“Egg!” he chirped excitedly, still not moving but eyes shining with child-like excitement. “Egg egg egg!”

“You doing okay back there, Babe?” Casey’s strained voice floated around the corner and she gulped.

“Almost done,” she called back, trying to keep her voice even as she turned the device over in her hands. There was only one button on the object, so that meant it had a 50/50 chance of helping. Taking a deep breath and praying that it would do what she hoped, April pushed the button.

A beep sounded from within the cage, and April heard the turtle sigh with relief. He didn’t make any moves to climb out of the car, but she could tell that something was happening as the turtle slowly turned his head from side to side and looked up at her with eyes full of adoration.

“Hurry it up, little miss! We’ve got to get back on the road!”

Okay, no time to wait. April shoved the small device into her pocket and reached into the cage to hook her arms under the turtle’s armpits. “I’m sorry if this hurts, honey, but we’ve got to move now.”

The turtle’s legs trailed limply behind as she hauled him out of the van and attempted to lift him fully into her arms, only to stumble backwards and nearly drop him. Nope – not going to work. He was surprisingly heavy despite his small frame. April grunted as she shifted her hands and tried to hug the turtle to her chest with his head resting on her shoulder. His arms still dangled at his sides, twitching occasionally as feeling started to flow back through them, and the turtle let out a nervous hum.

“I gotcha, bud. We just got to figure this out –”

“Dude, you can’t interrupt her when she’s going to the bathroom -!”

“She’s taken long enough – what’s going on back there?”

Before she had a chance to consider her next action – fight? flight? - two sharp cracks rang through the night followed by the sound of multiple heavy objects hitting the ground. Less than a second later, Casey barreled around the back of the van and nearly crashed into her. His eyes had a wild shine as he quickly took in the situation and then lunged forward to scoop the turtle out of April’s arms. “We gotta go!”

April gave a grateful nod as the boy shifted the turtle into a bridal carry and tucked the creature’s head under his chin. “What about -?”

“I gave us a few seconds – now GO!”

The teens exploded from around the van in time to see both men moaning and slowly pulling themselves to their knees. The splintered remains of a hockey stick lay scattered at their feet, clearly telling the story of their downturn. April gulped as she leapt across Anton’s long legs and threw herself into the passenger side of the Jeep. Across the car, Casey pulled open the back door and quickly dumped the turtle onto the bench seat with a “sorry, dude.”

“You will pay for that, boy,” the white man snarled as he rubbed his head, then raised his eyes and let out a yell. “He’s got the turtle!”

“Thanks for the car help, guys!” Casey scrambled to the driver’s seat and threw himself inside, managing to slam the door behind him right as Ivan lunged for his arm. “Really appreciate it!”

Another hand slapped against the passenger side door, and April shrieked as it was yanked open. Anton towered above her, a deep scowl on his face as he reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt and drag her from the car. “CASEY! DRIVE!”

“On it!” Casey’s foot slammed onto the gas pedal and the tires spun madly in the gravel, searching for traction and throwing small pebbles into the air. April continued to scream and kicked out, her flailing legs connecting with Anton’s chest and sending the man stumbling backwards. Across the car Ivan pounded on the backseat window, yelling to be let in as the turtle squawked in terror.

Suddenly, they were off! Tires gripped the road with terrifying ferocity and the Jonesmobile went flying onto the pavement.

Casey yelped as the car lunged forward, nearly overcorrecting and sending them back off the other side of the road before he could get a firm grip on the wheel. He let out a whoop of excitement as the Jeep powered down the coastal highway, aiming for a small side road that wove above the shore. Soon the van and two screaming men fell into the distance, and both teens sighed in relief.

“Freedom, here we come baby!”

Their celebration was short-lived, however, as a loud BANG suddenly cut through the darkness like a knife.

April’s eyes widened, and she turned to look out the rear window just as headlights burst to life behind them. Another loud BANG echoed through the air, and then something thudded into the back of the car. “Oh my gosh – they have guns!”

“Oh heck no – we are not dying today!” Casey gunned the engine, forcing the car to work harder as they drove onto the rocky, winding cliffside road. “Look at your computer – see if we can find the nearest police station or something!”

“Uh – sure – ok. Keep your head down!” April lunged towards the floorboards, her hands flailing to catch the laptop as the car started bouncing and shaking violently. Small bangs and thuds echoed against the Jeep, and she wondered how many of those were rocks being kicked up versus bullets being intentionally lodged their direction.

A heavy weight thudded behind her and April whipped around, wondering if another bullet had connected with their car, only to see that the turtle had slid off the seat and landed on the floorboards between the bench and the back of the drivers’ seat. His arms flailed helplessly, clearly having regained enough life to move but not to push himself back into an upright position.

 “Here – ” Keeping her head down, April pushed a hand against the turtle’s shell and rolled him back onto the seat. The creature chirped in surprise, but continued to flail his arms around as the car began to shake even more violently. “What - are you going off road?”

“I am until you find directions – ” Casey had to raise his voice to be heard over the chaotic combination of bullets, rocks, and squawking coming from the back seat. “I’m trying to throw them off!”

Another BANG rang through the night, shattering the back window as a bullet lodged into the ceiling just above Casey’s head.

“Dude – that could have killed me!”

“I think that’s their point!” April ducked her head down again and started typing frantically on her laptop. She wasn’t even sure what to search for. The police? I mean technically they were the criminals in this situation – but the other guys were shooting at them, so they were clearly in the wrong, right?

Casey let out a whoop as he jerked the steering wheel to one side and then the other, eliciting a shriek of metal as the Jeep sideswiped the guardrail that separated the road from a steep drop into rocky, wooded area. The van was getting closer now, its headlights shining brightly in the rearview mirror and making it impossible to look back without being blinded.

“This is totally wicked!” Casey hollered as they took another sharp turn, tires spinning and spitting gravel up into the windshield wipers. “It’s kind of like we’re in an action movie, ya know?”

“You’re insane - and slow down on those turns – and calm down!” the red-head snapped first towards the driver, and then over her shoulder as the turtle continued to yell wordlessly and scrabble to get a grip in the torn upholstery. Her hands flew across the keyboard – maybe she could just find them directions to another side road where they could lose the people pursuing them?

Another loud BANG rang out, and then a large jolt rocked the Jeep first to one side and then the other. April’s eyes snapped up from the computer just in time to see a bridge pass them on their left… while the Jeep continued to plow forward into open air. “CASEY! BRIDGE!”

***

Somewhere across Osaka, a phone rang.

[rmnds1]

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe. CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio Behance: https://ift.tt/2UO1GAQ Instagram: https://ift.tt/31QFU0z Telegram sticker pack: https://ift.tt/2tY6cBK Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[placerdiario]

L愛VE from **** on Vimeo.

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe.

CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio

Behance: behance.net/gallery/90973695/LVE Instagram: instagram.com/clanhub Telegram sticker pack: t.me/addstickers/clan_love

Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[encyklopediakoval]

97) AURORA - najbardziej długowieczna - działająca do dziś - węgierska grupa punk rockowa, założona w 1982 roku w mieście Györ. Pierwszy skład utworzyli: Vigi (gitara, śpiew), Dauer (śpiew), Galacs (bass) i Polyak (perkusja), jednak wkrótce Dauer trafił na dwa lata do więzienia za obrażanie władz komunistycznych i wojsk radzieckich. Zmieniła go w latach 1983-84 wokalistka Kriszta, a zespół wydał kilka kaset demo i działał do 1988 pod różnymi nazwami, by zmylić inwigilującą ich służbę bezpieczeństwa. W 1988 roku udało im się zagrać koncerty w Austrii i w Niemczech, gdzie wydali też singla „Aurora” (1989). Lepsze czasy dla Aurory nadeszły wraz z upadkiem systemu komunistycznego. Vigi (śpiew, gitara), Galacs (bass) i Polyak (perkusja) nagrali wreszcie pierwszy album „Viszlat Ivan” (1989), którego wydanie zbiegło się w czasie z wycofywaniem z Węgier wojsk sowieckich (stąd tytuł „żegnaj Ivan”). Na fali wracającej wolności płyta zyskała ogromny sukces i sprzedała się w 20 000 egzemplarzy, mimo, że wydana była niezależnie przez Aurora Records. Drugi album „Elöre Kurvak Gengszterek” (1992) ukazał się po krótkim zawieszeniu działalności i stał się krytyką nowej, "kapitalistycznej" rzeczywistości na Węgrzech (tytuł znaczy tyle co „Naprzód kurwy i gangsterzy”). Połowa lat 90-tych to najlepszy okres dla zespołu i kolejne udane albumy: „Fel Tamadas” (1993), „Keserü Cukor” (1995), „Nincs Karacsony” (1996) i chyba swe szczytowe osiągnięcie muzyczne - „Illegalis Bal” (1997) – gdzie obok Vigi i Galacs’a pojawił się perkusista Blinker i grający na trąbce Qka, a muzyka zespołu zyskała na przebojowości. W 1999 roku niemiecka wytwórnia Hulk Räckorz wydała składankowy CD „Compilation 1983-1998” podsumowujący 25 lat działalności zespołu. Ostatnie wydawnictwa jak „A Rezervatum Melyen” (2002), „Tureshataron Tul” (2008) czy „Meg Nem Ez A Trefa Vege” (2013) - cały czas publikowane niezależnie pod szyldem Aurora Records - trzymają poziom, a z dawnego składu w zespole ostał się natomiast tylko Vigi.

[grapesodadog]

More Ivan art! Him at the meteor shower in monster camp with the new blood player characters!

I personally love him with Abdu.

[whileiamdying]

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe. CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio Behance: https://www.behance.net/gallery/90973695/LVE Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clanhub Telegram sticker pack: https://t.me/addstickers/clan_love Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[artwalktv]

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe. CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio Behance: http://bit.ly/2SxpveK Instagram: http://bit.ly/38uDg37 Telegram sticker pack: http://bit.ly/2HnOniD Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[hotfps]

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe. CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio Behance: https://www.behance.net/gallery/90973695/LVE Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clanhub Telegram sticker pack: https://t.me/addstickers/clan_love Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[karoltabis]

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe. CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio Behance: https://ift.tt/2UO1GAQ Instagram: https://ift.tt/31QFU0z Telegram sticker pack: https://ift.tt/2tY6cBK Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.

[nicospeziali]

L愛VE from **** on Vimeo.

As a teenager unintentionally just by intuition draws a DICK on his desk at school we tried to close this art gestalt through a compilation of sexual sketches. Collection of love installations, an orgy of meanings, a simple and sensible dialogue reminds us that love is different, that love is the beginning of all good things in the universe.

CLAN: Anton Shavkero, Alex Gorin, Iliya Korolev, Ivan Rys, Zinnur Mustafin, Yuriy Adam Sound: Daruma Audio

Behance: behance.net/gallery/90973695/LVE Instagram: instagram.com/clanhub Telegram sticker pack: t.me/addstickers/clan_love

Chanters of song – anglers and peasants alike, rehearse their canticles at the dusk of day. A shamisen is entwined with a snake, a prince was born, who became you I love, as has never been in nature – As they love the statue, As they love highly spiritual love porn. Scenes from the human and animal spousal life, as I undress, I wish to show you something You are not blind, do shine a lantern Upon my lips, my teeth, my chest, and my arm. We shall lie on the ground, upon the waters, In the wind, in the sun. And we shall roll over – Hither and thither As a wave fleeing the shore, As a flower closing its blinkers, As a sheep deserting the wolf, only to later return. I overturn the concept of “savage” And I give you power over my mind, As much as you wish to grab. Tame the wild, taming the wild, tame the wild. I have no more words, can't even breathe.