#polish vibe

[nakedinthecity]

Żabka, 02.09.2022 Gdańsk, Poland

[blooming-lenses]

polish gold autumn 2024/10/27

[kroosluvr]

i had a dream a while back that maruki's palace was a gorgeous grand cathedral (though dilapidated, abandoned, and overgrown) kinda like this. also in the dream i was goro akechi idk what that's saying abt my subconscious

[thefugitivesaint]

Wojciech Siudmak, ''Fantastic Films'', #11, October 1979 Source

One of the various posters created for the 'Eighth International Paris Science Fiction and Fantasy Film Festival'. It also happens to be a perfect poster for Halloween.

[escapismsworld]

Refuge before a Storm

1880

Paul Merwart (Polish 🇵🇱, 1855-1902)

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Bashir falls asleep in front of Garak, and Garak, still strikingly unused to intimacy in any form, has... rather a lot of feelings about it. Sentiment. He knew already that he was far past the point of no return, as far as sentiment went, but it still surprises him, sometimes, to see just how much the contagion affects him.

In this case, it takes the form of paralysis. He sits there, heart in his throat, just watching Bashir, hardly able to move for fear of disturbing him, of waking him and breaking the illusion - or worse, waking himself, and discovering that it was all some wretched hallucination, yet another sign of his weakness, because surely it can't be real.

How could it? what do you mean this soft Starfleet doctor trusts him that much? Doesn't Bashir know he's a spy? He's killed people! More of them than he can count! And Bashir is snoozing away, seemingly unaware that he could be murdered. His head is tilted back against the couch, and that long, oh-so-fragile human throat is exposed, utterly defenseless - Garak wouldn't even have to try to slice through his neck. The skin would split as easy as a flower petal. He wouldn't even need a knife, though he certainly has one on him, with how thin human skin is! His claws or teeth would do the job just fine.

And Bashir doesn't even care! He's just... sitting there, sleeping. As though Garak is safe. Which surely he can't actually believe. It's simply beyond the realm of possibility.

Which means, certainly, that it isn't real. It can't be.

Still, Garak can't bring himself to stand. If it is only a dream, then it hardly hurts to indulge in it, just a little. To entertain the illusion that Doctor Bashir could feel secure with him, someday. So, he sits and he watches, tracing each motion of the Doctor's chest with his eyes, and he expects that at any moment he will wake up.

He doesn't, though. He stays seated, watching Bashir, and with every moment that passes it feels a little more real, and simultaneously a little more impossible.

Just under an hour later, when Bashir finally jolts awake, hair ruffled and gaze soft, Garak is still there, hardly moved an inch. Maybe Bashir notices that his position didn't change, maybe he doesn't, but either way, he smiles sheepishly at Garak, and apologizes for falling asleep on him.

Garak stands, feeling more in a dream then ever before, and assures Bashir that of course he needn't worry. It was no inconvenience. Then Bashir looks at the time, and apologizes again, this time for needing to leave so soon after waking up. He darts for the door, but not before reaching out and placing a hand on Garak's shoulder, beaming.

And Garak, now alone, can't help but stare after him, almost dizzy with emotions that he can't parse as his shoulder burns with the lingering imprint of Bashir's touch.

[cupcakeglittercat]

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[o0kawaii0o]

[daily-odile]

A certain someone made me play Pokemon Rejuvenation and a certain old man reminded me of a certain old woman

[smiuffzo]

didnt plan on posting this today originally but decided that it actually fits really well with the beginning of the spooky season, so!

a fake doai movie poster inspired by posters for movies 'a short film about love' and 'on the silver globe', both by andrzej pągowski! and just for fun i also made a version with a shoddy polish title, how authentic am i right

[nakedinthecity]

Polish Wave, 06.10.2022

[blooming-lenses]

at the end of the road 2024/10/27

[pigulki]

me💋

[dreamingpartone]

at that place we sat together today again, I'll go to where you're going

[ladyofthecreeddraws]

Oops, made him evil now.

[bluuscreen]

gonna tell my future niece/nephew that this was the shape of water