#satipo indiana jones

[goodoldcharley]

Really? No one mentioned yet that the first few minutes of the new Indiana Jones game are basically a recreation of the iconic scenes from Raiders Of The Lost Ark featuring a quite familiar looking Satipo? Oh please... 😅

[elwolfen]

Alfred Molinathon Day 31

Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Satipo

His Role: TBAdded

The Rest of the Film: To be honest... why bother?

I'm going to be leaving them blank for right now and edit to add more later! It's a bit difficult for me to watch and then write something every day! Doesn't help that I'm behind... so sorry! I wouldn't reblog these until there's something more palatable...

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

AN: thank you @illiana-mystery for the idea. I will be writing that other idea we talked about eventually. Maybe it’ll be part 2 to this. And after looking at the Indiana Jones wiki, this story just got a little more fleshed out.

Warnings: thievery, swearing, blood,

“Damn Hovitos.” I muttered under my breath. Satipo trailed behind me, keeping an eye on the burro and supplies. “Why didn’t you tell me they were getting closer? Is that part of your job?”

“You didn’t want to know!” He growled. “I said we had to watch out for them. But you didn’t want to listen.” I stopped and spun around to face him. He stumbled slightly in an effort to stop from running into me.

“You…” I stopped myself from saying something I would regret and instead glared at him. “Fuck you Satipo.” I turned around and fell into step next to him. I tried to ignore the smirk that had taken over his features. “How much farther?” Satipo reached out and gripped my arm as I tripped over a tree root.

“It shouldn’t be much further if your map is right.” He muttered, keeping a tight grip on me as we kept trekking through the forest. I was about to retort when he smiled at me. “You and I both know that there is no guarantee that Frenchman gave you a true map.”

“You’re right.” I begrudgingly agreed. “But honestly, if it isn’t, it gives me a reason to go back and kill him.” Satipo chuckled as he dug the map out of my back pocket. “Watch it.” I grumbled.

“Oh shut up.” He grumbled back. “According to this, we take a left at the waterfall and it should be about a mile from there.” I looked over and nearly tripped over another tree root. “Maybe I should look at the map and you watch where you are going.” Satipo paused a second before stopping me.

“What?” I turned to look at him. “Why are we stopping?” He stuck the map into his waistband and bent down slightly.

“Come on.” He muttered impatiently. “We aren’t going to get there any faster if you keep nearly falling over. Or worse get injured.” I stared at him, shocked he would actually offer this.

“You…I…” I laughed, my nerves getting the better of me. “A piggy back ride?” Satipo looked over his shoulder at me and nodded.

“Hurry up. Daylights fading.” He snapped. Snapping out of my thoughts, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to jump onto his back. I slid off and we laughed as I tried again with the same result. “Alright. Hold on.” Satipo held onto my legs and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist once he rose to his full height. After hiking me further up his back, Satipo started to continue walking towards our destination. Leaning forward a bit, I looked over his shoulder.

“How do you plan on reading the map now?” I teased. Satipo stopped and sighed. Letting go of my leg, he pulled the map free. Tapping my hand with it, he waited for me to take it before starting on his way again. I opened it and held it just out of his sight. “Can you still see where you’re going?” My voice had softened from our earlier teasing.

“Yes. And I can see the map as well. Just don’t move it.” I hummed in response and looked over my shoulder occasionally to make sure our supplies hadn’t run off. “There’s the waterfall.” Satipos head gently hit the center of my chest as he nodded towards our landmark.

“One mile to go.” I said with a smile. Satipo stopped and looked over his shoulder at me the best he could.

“Care to walk the rest of the way?” He teased. Sighing, I slid off his back and started off to the left. “Maybe we should leave the burro here?” He called after me. I waved my hand over my shoulder and continued walking. Satipo could be heard hastily tying up with burro and running after me. Before long we reached the entrance to the temple.

“Here we are.” I whispered. Nerves were getting the better of me. This wasn’t my first expedition but it could turn out to be the most lucrative. Satipo nodded next to me.

“Ready?” I looked over at him, eyes wide and anxious.

“Ready.” Satipo and I started up the steps together. Pushing open the doors, we walked in. Stepping carefully, we explored the entrance hall. “Nothing here Satipo.” He nodded in agreement and pointed to the far wall.

“We could try through there.” I nodded and we continued our exploration. An hour later, we had still found nothing. “I think you will have to kill the Frenchman anyway (Y/N).” Satipo grumbled. I sighed and leaned back against a doorframe. We had established the room we were in had no traps but it felt like one big trap anyway.

“I think you’re right.” I muttered. The frame behind me gave a little as I shifted. I yelped and jumped away from it. As I turned, I scratched my arm on a spike on the wall. “Fuck!” I cried out. Satipo instantly grabbed my arm to examine it. “Oh fucking hell that hurts.” I groaned as he put pressure on it.

“It’s not poisoned.” Satipo assured me. He wiped away some of the blood that had pooled. “But you will probably need to get it examined by a doctor.”

“Then what good is you looking at it doing me asshole?!” I cried as he put pressure on it again.

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” He mumbled. Pulling out a bandana from his pocket, he tied it around the wound. It quickly started to turn red with my blood. “That will have to do until we get back to town.” I hissed as he tied it tight, making sure there was pressure to stop the bleeding. “Do we go through?” He asked, nodding at the new doorway that had appeared.

“What do we have to loose?” I grumbled. Stepping in, I whistled at the sight before me. "I wasn't sure what I was expecting. But it wasn't this." I took in the room, covered in gold and jewels. Satipo stood beside me, equally stunned into silence.

"How do we get it back?" I shrugged and ventured deeper into the room.

"Clearly the map is correct." I turned to look at him, walking backwards. "We can always take what we can get and then come back later." Satipo entered the room as well, starting to bag up what he could.

"And if the Frenchman beats us to it?" He asked, casting a weary look over at me. I smiled at him as I started to bag up what was near me.

"We hide this in the jungle before we go back to town. We go to the doctor for this," I held up my arm. "Then we head back to that bar we met him in. If he's there and asks, we say we found nothing but an abandoned temple." Satipo stood up and slowly made his way over to me, stepping where he had seen me step.

"We close the door on our way out so he doesn't know about the room." He added. I nodded.

"We're the only ones who know how to open it back up. He would come out here looking for something that he doesn't know exists." I smiled up at him as I passed him my bag. I started to fill another one up when I felt the ground shift. Standing up quickly, our eyes met. Satipo took the bags from me and threw them towards the exit. He turned to me and grabbed my hand before running as fast as we could. The floor started to descend, making us look at each other and force ourselves to run faster. Without stopping, we each reached down and grabbed a bag before bursting into the main entrance hall. The floor was sinking there as well and Satipo tugged my hand, urging me to go faster.

"Come on (Y/N)!" He yelled. I panted and tried to keep up with him. He looked over his shoulder at me, worry painting his features. "You can do this. We've been through worse. I won't let you die here." Taking a deep breath, I let go of his hand and forced myself to keep running. Either he slowed down or I was able to put on a final burst of speed as I left the temple completely and hit a tree, clutching it as I tried to get my breath back. I dropped the bag of treasure, turning to lean against the tree as Satipo came running out of the temple. He came to a stop in front of me, doubled over and panting. Straightening up, he embraced me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his neck.

"What the fuck was that?" I groaned, the temple releasing a burst of dust before being shuttered forever. Satipo turned us so we both could look.

"Probably a trap." He mused. "Weight triggered." I let my head fall to his shoulder.

"When we took the treasure from the floor, it triggered the trap. Extra weight wouldn't do anything which is why we didn't trigger it. But removing any of the weight would. Even us leaving probably would have triggered it." Satipo nodded. I lifted my head and sighed. "All that treasure. Gone." Satipo looked over at me.

"We still have some." He kicked a bag before smiling at me. "Besides, we made it out alive." I shook my head.

"Barely." I was still looking at the temple longingly.

"Barely yes. But alive." he teased. Finally looking over at him, I chuckled.

"Alright. We're alive. I guess that counts for something." Satipo nodded as I turned back to the temple. He reached up and gently turned my head back towards him. I watched him for a few moments before he leaned in. He kissed me carefully, giving me space to pull away if I wanted to. Instead, I returned the kiss, moving my arms so that I could hold onto his shoulder, pressing him closer to me. Slowly pulling away, Satipo chuckled.

"Never thought I would get the opportunity to do that." He breathed out. I laughed and smiled at him.

"Nothing like a near death experience to put things into perspective huh?" I teased. Satipo shook his head with a chuckle before kissing me again.

"We should head back." He mused. I nodded in agreement. We each grabbed a bag and started the trek back to the burro, hand in hand. When we reached it, Satipo untied him and secured our bags to the rest of our supplies. Then he bent over and helped me climb onto his back. "We wouldn't want you getting any more injured than you currently are." He teased. I rolled my eyes but leaned down to kiss his cheek anyway.

[chopstickpizza]

Lego is doing some new Indiana Jones sets including a Raiders Of The Lost Ark one, which includes an updated Satipo figure! The last Lego figure of him was in 2008!

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981, Steven Spielberg)

10/03/2024

Raiders of the Lost Ark is a 1981 film directed by Stephen Spielberg and written by Lawrence Kasdan, based on a story by George Lucas and Philip Kaufman, as well as the progenitor of the Indiana Jones film saga.

It was the highest-grossing film of 1981, earning approximately $330.5 million worldwide, and also a critical success, receiving praise for its modern take on the serial film, its seamless action and adventure, as well as for the cast, especially Ford, Allen and Freeman. The film was nominated for several awards and, among others, won five Academy Awards, seven Saturn Awards and a BAFTA Award.

The United States Library of Congress selected it for preservation in the National Film Registry in 1999.

In 1936, American archaeologist Indiana Jones leads an expedition to recover a Golden idol from a Peruvian temple with snares and deadly traps. When it seems to be successful, the local guide Satipo betrays Jones to steal the idol, only to end up killed by a trap, and only Jones manages to escape alive with the idol from the crumbling temple. Rival archaeologist René Belloq corners him and steals the idol. Pursued by the dangerous Hovitos Indians, allies of Belloq himself, Jones escapes on a waiting seaplane.

After returning to his university, Jones, along with colleague and friend Marcus Brody, is informed by two US Secret Service agents that the Nazis are digging in Tanis, Egypt, and one of their telegrams mentions Jones' old mentor, Abner Ravenwood. Jones deduces that the Nazis seek the mythical Ark of the Covenant, hidden in a secret chamber in the city, which they believe will make them invincible. To find it they must get their hands on the Staff of Ra amulet, guarded by Abner, which can indicate where the chamber is located via a scale model of the city.

At a bar in Nepal, Jones reunites with Abner's daughter, Marion Ravenwood, with whom Jones had an illicit affair, and learns that Abner is dead. The bar is later set on fire during a scuffle with a group of Nazis, led by the sinister Gestapo agent Arnold Ernst Toth, intent on taking the medallion from Marion.

[cannoli-reader]

For the record, the notion that Browns don't need warriors as Warders kind of flies in the face of the Brown Ajah's very existence. It doesn't make much sense that there is a whole Ajah of scholars among the Aes Sedai, if you think about it. At first glance it seems natural, because of our associations of magic with scholarship, or the Aes Sedai's position being somewhat analogous to IRL clergy, but neither of those really apply. You don't learn to channel from books, it's not lore or secret knowledge, like the hidden name of a powerful spirit or the recipe for an efficacious potion, and the Aes Sedai's position is not based on theology or other knowledge of an important societal practice.

So why are so many channelers all about study and knowledge, to the point that they formed organizations around it and it remained as one of the seven Ajahs? Because in the Breaking of the World and the post-apocalyptic environment while humanity clawed its way back to civilization, only a channeler would have had the ability to engage in scholastic pursuits and the collection of knowledge. Everyone else would be too busy trying to survive to also maintain a library or do research. A channeler has a much greater capacity for self-defense & basic survival and an innate & inexhaustible resource to trade for the necessities of life. Where other people have to bust their asses from dawn to dusk to produce food, and pay someone to guard their backs, a channeler can get food and basic security just by her presence, because she can help them in ways no one else can.

This explains just why all those non-channeling specialties or areas of interest for most of the Ajahs are prominent (Green, Red & Yellow are the only strictly channeling-related Ajah foci). A channeler is a natural party to turn to for mediation, because they have a greater capacity to enforce their rulings, and their powers free them from the sort of interdependence that could bias anyone else. The channeler doesn't have the same need to stay on the good side of local bigshots, and so they might have been seen as better arbiters. They would also have the ability to pursue causes and justice over and above the necessities of life, and as with the scholars, philosophy and logic would have become the sort of luxury in which only a channeler could afford to indulge.

So back to Browns having Warders, yeah. Safety & protection are things that need to be firmly established before you can really get your head buried in the books. Also, when trying recover lost knowledge, again, especially in the early days, post-Breaking, the Browns would have been a lot more Indiana Jones than Marcus Brody, more Rick O'Connell than Evelyn Carnahan. The job's probably a lot easier if you can compel your Satipo to throw you the whip after you throw him the idol.

What Browns Do With Warders

I want to draw one of these for each Ajah. 

[heartofhubris-a]

top ten molina characters that need to get dicked down

Otto Octavius

One look at this wet, greiving man, and I'll put down money that the man needs a night ignoring the fact he's constantly in pain and that he really really needs some release, and to see that he can have fun with the actuators

2. Harding Hooten

To quote @eroticaplush

He needs a break. Harding needs some stress relief. He's overworked and needs something to remember how to relax. Harding needs someone to lay him on the bed and ride him so all he has to do is hold onto their hips

3. Konstantin Levin

Between his adhd and the whole Kitty settling for him in the book, Koysta needs someone to pin him to the bed, wrists in their hands, and introduce him to his prostate.

4. Comte De Reynaud

I think that if you poked his arm he'd snap in half from stress. And he's gone how many years since his wife left? Yes, he would cum the second you touched his dick. But that would not be the only time he came that night.

5. Maxim horvath

In that exact same vein as Comte, Maxim's at least gone a century or so without a single orgasm to our knowledge. He doesn't really seem to have had a moment in the movie to take himself in hand, and frankly the world needs to know if Maxim's eyes would roll back into his head the first time he cums

6. Jim Bussey

we get about nothing for his character in this movie at all. But a hermit with a salt and pepper beard like that? Dead wife? Tragic man who looks like he's a damn space heater? oh man his hands would be clumsy and out of practice but there's gunna be some eager smiles and looks and messy kisses

7. Cliff, Orchids

just gunna point at the man and ask you if you think he's not repressed. And those GLORIOUS stairs? please please let him get fucked on them, or fuck someone on those stairs. He needs it, he deserves it.

8. Oliver Syme

Possibly controversial, but. From what I remember of his character, the asshole needs to have someone to butt heads with him, but in the way that he's interested instead of turned away. Wall fucking. That's the idea there.

9. Satipo

Ok yes he was in the movie for all of like 30 seconds and he did backstab Indiana however, did you see how eager his eyes were? Oh my god Satipo would be begging for directions and so fucking eager to please, he'd just want to do whatever he could to be called good or smart or sweet, give that boy some affirmations and affection and he'd be putty. And tie up his hands behind his back.

10. Snidley Whiplash.

I specifically want this one to be with someone more sexually experienced than him though so he can try and talk a big game and then get absolutely turned inside out by functionally a single finger. Let that villain be wrapped around my finger and every single one of his evil plans will be confessed to.

[scorsesedepalmafan]

Satipo (Indiana Jones) Masterlist

Shorter fics:

Longer fics:

The Peruvian Jungle: an adventure

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (tba)

Headcanons:

Helping Satipo get cleaned up headcanons

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[alfredosauceee]

thank you spielberg for introducing us to this icon 🫂

tw\\ a one second shot of spiders and gore!

[overlookedfile]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Indiana Jones Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Henry "Indiana" Jones/Satipo, Satipo/Original Male Chacter(s) Characters: Henry "Indiana" Jones, Satipo, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Satipo lives, Vaguely Detailed Sex, very mild for my usual stuff, mentions of horrible injury, not graphic, Alfred Molina - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Para Mi Summary:

Satipo already has an employer when Indiana Jones comes seeking guides and men for an expedition into the Peruvian jungles of South America. The employer is reluctant to release anyone to the relic hunter's task, however.

Approx. Reading Time - 25 minutes (200 words/minute)

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Tagging: randomfandomtrash28   @nothingbutyourchains @scorsesedepalmafan @yesalwayswelles​

[geekinator]

Same guy. Alfred Molina. Badass.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

If “Raiders of the Lost Ark” was made today:

1) Chris Evans as Indiana Jones

2) Samantha Barks as Marion Ravenwood

3) Matt Smith as René Belloq

4) August Diehl as Major Arnold Toht

5) Peter Macdissi as Sallah 

6) Jared Harris as Marcus Brody

7) Carlos Valdes as Satipo

[scorsesedepalmafan]

YEA.

satipo politely sitting on your couch after you gave him a bath and new shirt

[giantmonster]

[illiana-mystery]

So I recently went on the Indiana Jones wiki to learn more about Satipo since I'm drafting a fic and first off...I must say I love the picture that they use for his page: 

But then I scrolled down to the Behind-the-Scenes section and I’m just like wtf?! 

I’m glad he was a trooper though and didn’t just remain in British theatre. I would not like to live in a world where he didn’t grace American television and film. (Although I love his British work too.) 

Still, I don’t blame him for being scared. I would not be down for that either. I’m not a huge fan of spiders. The only spider I like is Spiderman. (Okay, I’ll see my way out.) 

[littleladybaker]

I have this goal to complete every Lego movie game for the Nintendo Wii. I just started Lego Indiana Jones and got to experience

Lego Satipo! Just a cute little Alfred Molina Lego dude.

Who can barely swim…

And LIVES in the game!