#stari rim

[callmepussylover09]

za sve moje PreLepe Crnogorke...dobro jutro...BOG VAM da prvu kaficu sada ♥️🧌👩‍❤️‍👩💏🔥⚡🫧🦏🦙🫏🧀🥙🥓🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🚕🚕🚕🚕🚕🚕🚕🚕🚕🏩🏩🏩🎰🎹🎸📺🎸🪈🎨🪈🎨📺🪕

#priyjatno #kafa #prelepecrnogorke #???? #callmepussylovervaljda? #deusexmachina

#deus #Zeus #amorvincitomnia

[sturmdunkel]

🧡❄️Yay! I'm so excited to get started on this it's really bad. Like I'm participating in another fandom event right now and I have to finish the fic for that first because the deadline for that is coming up soon…but mechanic!Andrew and android!Neil tho 😭

And to my shame I have to admit that I'm really, really bad at reading fanfic so not only don't I have any sci-fi au recommends but like. no recommends in general. I'm sorry. Do you have any recommendations for me tho? I can't promise I'll read them, but maybe there is hope for me yet.

(I have written some sci-fi aftg fic myself, but I'd feel weird passing off my self promo as a genuine rec, so I'll have to wait to tell you about that until December…)

I can probably recommend you some published sci-fi works tho. On the topic of robots/androids/ai I read a short story called "The Lifecycle of Software Objects" by Ted Chiang for a class on AI in literature once that I absolutely adored because the development and then treatment of these AIs just felt super realistic (it's in a collection called 'Exhalation' that i've been meaning to continue since but for some reason haven't). For the same class we read 'Klara and the Sun' by Kazuo Ishiguro which was also really good. Both of them are a little bittersweet tho. Then there's 'A Closed and Common Orbit' by Becky Chambers, who, if you've never read anything by her before, just writes really good spacefaring sci-fi. I adore her worldbuilding because it's so creative and detailed.

Also on the topic of robots: I only watched Studio Trigger's 'Promare' this year and absolutely fell in love so if you want some big robots and haven't seen that one yet I can only recommend that. The same with Evangelion. I'm *obsessed* with Evangelion.

I could probably scrounge up some more general sci-fi recs, but idk what you may or may not have read already. So let me return the question: do you have any recs for me? ❄️🧡

Ough same,,, I have to finish a comic for a fandom event but I'm really excited for it and also for this hehe >:DDD

Also don't worry!!! I think I'm on the opposite side of this spectrum,,,I think I've read most aftg fics on ao3 that are over 50k,,(this is foreshadowing) my favorite sci-fi work on ao3 is probably this monster of a fic called the wonders I've seen by gluupor and it's a farscape au!! Tho I've never actually played the game :")),,,,regarding other reccs I have,,,too many haha but nothing that's short :"

Aaaa thank you so much for the recommendations!!! I will go check out my local bookstore to see if they're in stock >:D I've been in a reading slump lately so I'm really excited to check them out!! I read Klara and the sun when it came out and I felt my brain expand reading it haha :)))

Also I really loved promare!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it!! :DDD studio trigger has such a wonderful animation style and I love their stuff >:) I'm also a really big fan of evangelion,,,,a kaworu figurine has been tempting me for a few months but it's like,,,200 ish euros oughh

On the topic of recommendations!! Have you read/ heard of the murderbot diaries? :O it's got a more satirical approach on the android but it's really wonderful and fun nonetheless!! I can't think of any more books at the moment however!!! If you liked evangelion have you considered watching Pacific Rim (directed by Guillermo del Toro the coolest guy ever) and studio trigger has some more fantastic sci-fi series like kill la kill, cyberpunk: edgerunners and star wars: visions! I also like tiger & bunny (recommended if you like a seemingly more lighthearted mecha pilot series) , gurren lagann is also a wonderful mecha series and one of my favorites BUT if you're to watch one I'd say you should watch Pluto, or read it!!! The mangaka is Naoki Urasawa who also made Monster and 20th Century Boys!! :DDD ah right and Trigun,,,,my timeless obsession :"

Also podcast wise if that's your thing,,,,wolf 359 is really really great, starts out as a comedy and ends up with you staring into space :P

Ok phew I'm so sorry,,,,,I love recommending stuff can you tell,,, :") either way!! I hope you have a wonderful day/ evening depending on your time zone!!! :DDD

[zanimljivaekonomija]

Dejanu Stojiljkoviću svečano uručena Andrićeva nagrada

Na svečanosti u Zadužbini Ive Andrića 11. oktobra 2021. Dejanu Stojiljkoviću uručena je Andrićeva nagrada za zbirku priča „Neonski bluz“ u izdanju Lagune. 

Prema testamentarnoj volji Ive Andrića, Zadužbina Ive Andrića 1976. godine ustanovila je Andrićevu nagradu za najbolju pripovetku, ciklus, odnosno zbirku pripovedaka objavljene na srpskom jeziku između 1. januara i 31. decembra prethodne godine. Žiri Andrićeve nagrade, u sastavu: prof. dr Aleksandar Jovanović (predsednik), dr Marko Nedić i prof. dr Petar Pijanović jednoglasno je doneo odluku o laureatu za 2020. godinu.

U obrazloženju odluke se između ostalog navodi: „Spajajući iskonsku žudnju za pripovedanjem sa novim osećanjem istorije i modernim kulturnim senzibilitetom, Dejan Stojiljković je u zbirci ’Neonski bluz’ ostvario niz upečatljivih pripovednih situacija kroz koje se njegovi junaci neprestano kreću između arhetipskog i predačkog nasleđa, sa jedne strane, i naloga savremenog trenutka, sa druge strane”.

Prof. dr Petar Pijanović je u svom izlaganju na svečanosti istakao da knjiga „Neonski bluz“ potvrđuje da je „živa tradicija u umetnosti ona vrednost koja se uvek obnavlja na druk��iji način“. „Priče u ovoj knjizi izukrštane su u prostoru i u vremenu. Najstarija – ’Žuti šafran’ − iz starog je Rima ili doba kada se rađalo hrišćanstvo, a najmlađa je priča ’Nema hrabrosti’ iz skorijeg vremena kada se udarom NATO snaga na bivšu državu, pa i Kosovo i Metohiju, rađala nova svetska tiranija. Prostor između te dve tačke u hronotopu umrežen je ponovo prizivanim događajima iz istorije koji oživljavaju priče o čitavim zajednicama ili sudbine ponajviše stvarnih junaka u graničnim situacijama“.

Dejan Stojiljković je prilikom primanja nagrade istakao da je počastvovan što je dobitnik nagrade koja nosi ime njegovog omiljenog domaćeg pisca. „Nadahnuće ne bira gde će vas strefiti. Priča dolazi sama od sebe i zuji u vašoj glavi dok ne izađe napolje kao počela iz košnice. Priča traži da bude ispričana. Tako je oduvek. I na nama pripovedačima je da joj ugodimo, neko sa manje, neko sa više veštine. Ključ za tu bravu na vratima iza kojih čeka priča zove se talenat. Poznavao sam i poznajem mnogo dobrih pripovedača. Mnogi od njih uopšte nisu pisci. Ali umeju da vas omađijaju svojim pripovedanjem“, istakao je Stojiljković i dodao: „Svi ćemo umreti, dakako, ali priča? Ona traje večno. Mnogi su primetili a neki i zameraju što koristim istorijske ličnosti u svojim izmišljenim pričama i često se poigravam njima. Ali baš kao što je to nekada rekao Aristotel, nije na nama da pišemo šta je i kako bilo – već šta je moglo biti“.

/saopštenje izdavačke kuće “Laguna”/

[sweetestlamb]

Already Yours

Summary: "Tell him your boyfriend gets really jealous and wants all of your time."

Author's note: Oh Happy days! I'm still on cloud nine about today's episode but this petty idea wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote this drabble😂 can't believe the end is so bear for these two but it's fine because I'll keep living in ignorance until the very end. Dedicated to my original cheerleader @truccieeboo ♥️ we love a jealous boy

Being here with him now feels different, nothing has truly changed- same pile of blankets and pillows, same stack of books, a bowl of something remains on his small table and the tiny television they had watched huddled up closely still sits where it was her last visit. Optically nothing has changed, but in her heart nothing will ever be the same after today.

"Don't just stand there, come here." Yi-jin discards his thick snow dusted jacket handing her a thick blanket while brushing the snow from her hair making her heart patter inside her chest.

She goes easily, still in disbelief that he'd really returned for her. She would have still been outside in the cold, crying and heartbroken. But he came back and it made her fall for him even harder.

"Stop coming over and standing in the cold. Just go home and call me. I'll come to you."

He's no longer pushing her away. A weight lifts off her chest and happy tears settle in her eyes as he wraps the blanket around her slightly shaking shoulder. She still feels stripped bare and raw, leaving nothing unsaid to him and terrified all the while but it was worth the gamble.

He takes her jacket, walking over to a chair to hang the barely damp material but then he jumps in surprise.

"What?" She eyes him, unconsciously waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to take back his words outside and push her away again. She holds her breath.

"I think your phone is vibrating."

She blinks at him unmoving before the words process and she fumbles over realizing how late it must be, her mom is probably worried sick a new shift in their shaky relationship since their last visit to her father's site.

Grabbing the phone she answers immediately, apology and excuse already brewing in her mind.

"Hello?"

"Hee-do! It's me Jun-ho oppa. I've been calling you, where are you?"

"Jun-ho oppa?" She repeats surprised that he would call her this late, they've never spoken on the phone before.

A noise echoes behind her but his next words distract her from turning around.

"It was good to see you the other day. Really good. You've become even more pretty."

She blushes fiercely at the words, small gasp falling from her lips. She's never looked at him that way, all his touches and stares going unnoticed by her but the direct compliment embarrasses her. Only one other person has ever called her pretty so nonchalantly.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Something crashes behind her this time.

She spins instantly eyes landing on Yi-jin crouching over a broken plate, shards all around him. His eyes are hard and she interprets it to mean that he doesn't want her to move closer, she recalls the way he carried her away from the broken glass last time scared she would be hurt.

'Are you okay?' She mouths phone still pressed against her ear as Jun-ho responds but she hears nothing too focused on Yi-jin.

He doesn't respond, turning away and getting a small brush to sweep up the fragmented pieces.

Interesting.

She's not one to hold a grudge, ask Yu-rim but this side of Yi-jin is one that she never expected. He's always seemed so mature compared to her but right now he looks no better than a jealous little kid. His glare exposing everything to her without any words.

She tunes back into the conversation.

"-liked you but I didn't think I had a chance. But I think seeing you again was fate. I don't want to let this moment slip by. Let me take you to dinner instead of drinks."

"Oppa. Let me call you back. I have to talk to someone else for a moment."

She doesn't wait for his agreement ending the call with the press of a button. Staring at the phone in her hands before glancing up at Yi-jin who seems closer now, and even more annoyed.

"He calls you this late?"

She pockets her phone, smiling at him as she bends to sit on the floor.

"Not usually. It seemed urgent so I guess he couldn't wait."

He squints at her calm voice, slowly descenting alongside her instantly warming her with his body heat.

"What did he want? It didn't sound like an emergency to me." He declares looking suspicious and she leans back, snuggling into her gifted blanket with a sigh.

"He wanted to tell me I was pretty and that he thought us meeting was destiny and he asked to take me out to dinner."

She waits. Folding her feet underneath the blanket too before turning to face him.

His lips are twisted into a humourless smile but his eyes reveal the true rage that's swarming within him, she delights in his apparent jealousy returning his gaze fearlessly.

"Na Hee-do. Are you testing me right now?"

Is she? She doesn't even know, all she knows is that she's been a mess these last few days without him and she's petty enough to make him jealous on purpose right now to release some of that anger and rejection.

"What do you think I should say? To him?" She whispers thoughtfully rubbing at her chin soaking up his frustrated energy.

"What do you have to think about?!"

Nothing. But she's not going to give him anymore ammunition.

"His offer of course. Should I just go to dinner with hi-"

Before she can finish her taunting sentence she feels a tight tug, the blanket sliding across the floor and bringing her face to face with one pissed off Yi-jin. She swallows the whimper that she almost releases at his manhandling.

That did not affect her. Not at all.

"You're considering going? To dinner with another man who's interested in you?"

She trembles as he draws closer, staring right through her and then he cups her jaw firmly pulling her more until they are sharing one breath.

"I won't let you. Over my dead body."

This time she can't control that sound that escapes from her throat, something high and pathetic and needy. Like a switch it makes something delicious swirl in his eyes, anger and jealousy melting to something new, something dangerous that makes her heart stutter.

Damn. She's supposed to keep cool.

"Don't look at me like that Hee-do."

Like what? She wonders what she looks like, it must be something good to make him look like that in response. She desperately wants to end this charade and kiss him until her lips are numb.

"What are you going to do?" She challenges and he draws closer somehow making her retreat instinctively and she tumbles onto the mountains of blankets, Yi-jin hovering above her now.

He looks so sexy. Why aren't they kissing right now?

His dark eyes glance at her lips and hers mimic the motion and finally she breaks, gripping his arms and tugging him down to meet her giving in to temptation, he grins in victory letting her pull him just close enough.

Their lips are inches away from each other, she licks her own in anticipation delighted as he follows the swipe. She eager to have his tongue on her own again and to have his taste filling her up. This time she plans to touch him more, feel the muscles hidden under the thin material of his dress shirts.

But a sharp whistle shatters the intimate moment and she gazes at him pleadingly begging him not to stop. He bops her nose before standing up, his dress shirt raising just enough to reveal his naked belly.

She swallows hard. Tempting bastard.

He walks over to the crying tea kettle taking it off the fire, she can relate to the hunk of metal just burning up inside with unbridled boiling desire.

She watches him as he pours the water into two mugs and adds honey to her cup. The spoon clicks and he mixes both of their tea before returning to her on the floor.

"Be careful it's hot." He warns blowing on his own cup as they sit shoulder to shoulder.

She doesn't heed his warning, taking a slurping sip immediately screaming and sticking out her burnt tongue blowing and fanning it childishly as a result of her capricious action.

"Hee-doo." He grabs her face turning her to look at him and she waits for him to scold her, nag her for being so impatiently and not waiting like he'd told her to.

"Call him back tomorrow."

She blinks up at him, tongue still hanging out comically from her burning mouth confused about the trajectory of this conversation.

"Whaf?"

"And tell him you can't go to dinner with him. Tell him you already have a boyfriend who wants to do everything with you. Eat every meal with you. Tell him your boyfriend gets really jealous and wants all of your time."

She stares at him, cheeks turning red.

He carresses them fondly, looking proud of her reaction.

"Good. Don't blush for another man again. It'll make me want to do more to make sure I'm the only one that makes you act like this."

More things? Like what? Her imagination goes wild conjuring up different scenarios.

"Yes. Imagine them all Hee-do, I told you I plan to do everything with you. It's a promise."

Then as she's speechless he takes her hot cup from her blowing on the liquid diligently before handing it back to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder drawing her closer to him with a satisfied hum.

"You're mine now Na Hee-do. There's no escaping."

He's wrong. Not just now, she's been his for a long time before this but it's better now because now he's also hers in return.

Nobody else has ever stood a chance.

[slikesmijesne]

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[doctenwho]

A Night With The Stars

Hello! So, a bit of housekeeping first! Sorry once again for this taking a while, I mentioned yesterday in an ask that I hurt my shoulder right after Christmas, so writing was a bit of a struggle! Thankfully it’s starting to feel better now, and hopefully I can keep working through the requests I have waiting! Sorry if you’ve been waiting a while, I promise I’ll get to it!

This request was so much fun to work on, and how cute is that idea? Just sitting with Ten looking at the stars? Adorable! Also, cute and flirty Ten is best Ten. That’s all, so, please enjoy!

Rating: None?

Word Count: 2,707

Summary: Read prompt above!

(As always, lovely gif doesn’t belong to me! Credit to the creator!)

You liked quiet evenings with the Doctor in the TARDIS. Sitting with your legs hanging off the edge of the TARDIS doors, just taking in what the universe had to offer.  

There really was nothing better than sitting up in the stars, seeing it and, if you really wanted to, leaning out and touching those stars (though the Doctor strongly recommended you didn’t touch stars, nor lean out too far). You’d heeded his warnings, of course, but the thought still crossed your mind every so often.  

The universe was far more extravagant than anything that the earth had to offer, and it felt like it was just for your eyes. It put earth planetariums and that experience to shame, and you weren’t sure you’d never manage to find anything quite as beautiful anywhere else. 

This was a special gift only you, a few other companions you knew about, ever got to see. A privilege that came with the Doctor’s hectic life.  

Sure, you could see the stars from earth, or with a telescope, but once you’d experiences this, seeing planets, and stars and all their details and glory up close, a telescope would no longer deliver that amazing experience.  

Honestly, if you had to guess, you were sure the Doctor really just liked to ruin telescopes and star gazing for people when he got to option too, because now that you’d seen this, nothing would ever compare.

You crossed one ankle over the other, and just stared out. Taking it all in.  

It was early in the evening, you knew, not that the darkness around you told you anything regarding what time of day it was. It was always dark and stary in space, the sun certainly wasn’t the way to tell time in the TARDIS.  

The Doctor was behind you, not that you bothered to look. He was probably steering the TARDIS silently, like he tended to do. There was a gentle hum of the TARDIS surrounding you, one you’d gotten used too early on. It was a comfort to you now, more than it was annoying.  

“Y/N?”

You drew your attention back to the Doctor, turning to look at him briefly.  

The Doctor moved to join you, sitting down beside you and shifting so his legs were also hanging out like yours. The doorway was wide enough to accommodate the two of you perfectly well, but he still chose to sit beside you so his thigh settled against yours.

You smiled to yourself, as you leaned a bit into his side. You could feel his fond gaze on you, but you didn’t look towards him to confirm it. He lightly tapped his foot against yours, hanging down into the darkness of space and shimmering stars beneath the TARDIS, and you pushed yours back against his playfully.  

You liked this.  

Just being with the Doctor in the best sense of the word. Just... being.

Where you weren’t in danger, or being chased, or any other dangerous situation you’d been stuck in before while accompanying the Doctor in his travels. The good times far outweighed the bad ones, but it just made moments like this all the while more special.  

Moments where you could just breath, with the Doctor by your side.  

Calm.

“What’re you doing?” the Doctor questions, kicking his feet lightly so they waver back and forth. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s look at you. You can feel his eyes on you, so you keep your attention straight, looking over the beauty of the universe. Taking in the details that were always passing you by as you whipped off, to whatever destination the man beside you had in mind, now that you had the chance.  

“Taking it in,” you mumbled, finally lulling your head in his direction, “I still can’t get over how... pretty this is,” you gestured a hand towards the expanse of the stary world surrounding you, “it’s just... so much more beautiful up close...”

“Indeed,” the Doctor agreed, looking out as well. He didn’t look quite as impressed as you, but he had been travelling space and time for over nine-hundred years. He’d seen it since he was young, you were sure.  

But he still did like to be the one to introduce space to people. To experience it with his companions and share the beauty of it all, and you could tell that just from the knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked back towards you, “nothing your earth has to offer will ever truly capture this kind of view, will it?”

“Not in my time,” you shrugged with a light smile, “but that’s alright, because I get to see it with you. Not everyone is that lucky.”

A grin spread across the Doctor’s face, small but prideful, “I’m honored.”

“You should be,” you laughed. “Don’t get cocky, Spaceman.”

“Never,” the Doctor teased. He gave an easy sigh, leaning back with his arms supporting him. “I’m truly lucky to have a companion like you, (Y/N). Nothing cocky about that, now is there?”

You shook your head with an embarrassed smile, ducking your head so he couldn’t see your face anymore. Beside you, the Doctor cleared his throat, voice following a bit nervously, “I’ve prepared something for us, if you’d like to see?”

“You did?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically, “and what would that be?”

“It’s a surprise,” the Doctor grinned, shaking his head as if saying he wasn’t going to tell you, like his use of ‘surprise’ had implied, “you wait here, and I’ll be right back with it, alright?”

“Alright.”

The Doctor was only gone for about a minute—maybe two. You didn’t bother looking back at him until he was sitting himself back down beside you. He’s set something down, then pulled it close so it took up residence between the two of you, which drew in your attention.  

You looked down at what the Doctor had brought, eyeing it thoughtfully.

“A picnic?” You blinked in surprise, eyes lifting up to the Doctor’s smiling face.

Beside the Doctor, settled between the two of you, was an old picnic basket. The kind you’d really only seen in films, or tv shows. Old and probably obtained before you even existed. You weren’t even sure they made picnic baskets like that anymore.  

It was perfect down to the checkered fabric covering the inside and peeking out of the rim of the basket.  

“A picnic,” the Doctor confirmed, flipping the top of the picnic basket open so you could gaze in at what he’d brought along, “you didn’t seem too keen on leaving the doorway today, and I know you humans tend to eat three meals a day so... I thought you’d like to have something to eat... a picnic in the stars?”

You shifted your eyes from the basket, back to the galaxy before you, smiling lighting up slowly. You looked back at the Doctor to see him watching you, a fond expression on his face. “Do you like it?”

“It perfect,” you decided. And it was.  

No one had ever gone the lengths like the Doctor was. You’d never even really been on a picnic on earth, where you were sure the idea stemmed from, unless it was one of those whole neighborhood picnics, or family gatherings. Never one as... romantic as this.  

Your cheeks flushed at the thought-- at the Doctor being romantic-- since he was usually all hyper and bold, running you ragged on various adventures. He had his sweet and tender moments, of course, when he’d come to your aid, or put himself in harm’s way for your sake, but there was just something so... genuinely sweet about this.  

About him putting in the time and effort of organizing and making a picnic up for the two of you. The thought that had gone into it, when he could’ve just told you it was close to dinner time and you would’ve stood to leave the TARDIS doorway, shutting the doors behind you.  

“Good,” the Doctor flashed a grin, digging different food items out of the basket to show you the selection. There were basics, like earth sandwiches and snack items like chips and cookies—a few fruits and vegetables that had been cut down to bite sized pieces for easy eating.

A good selection of the foods you’d brought into the TARDIS after your latest trip to earth.  

As interesting as space foods, and the kind of things the Doctor liked were, you still liked to stick with what you knew. There was always an off chance something could make you sick, or even be poisonous to humans, so earth food was usually the way to go. Plus, the Doctor didn’t mind occasional trips to earth for you to pick up earth food.  

Then there were other snacks from other planets—various berries and vegetables that you’d tried along the way and liked, as well as some snacks the Doctor liked that you wouldn’t try. Somethings just didn’t look very appealing to an earthling.  

It was all so carefully constructed, put together with you at mind. From the sandwiches, to the snacks he’d selected for you (your go to snacks when you were hungry), even to the food from different planets that you liked.  

“You made sandwiches,” you mumbled out, looking at the plate of triangle sandwiches. They were made exactly the way you liked them, down to the smallest details. The Doctor had never made you sandwiches before. He’d never really made you anything food wise, just since you had such vast different tastes in foods—much less earth foods.

“I did,” he gave a hum of agreement, pawing through the snacks he’d brought, before pulling out your favorite type of drink, “earth-y, isn’t it? It’s what you usually have on picnics, right?”

“Yeah,” you blinked shyly before shaking your head, “I mean, I think? I’ve never... No one really does picnics anymore—Not like this, I mean... Not, like, as a date, I guess?”  

“Oh?” the Doctor tilted his head. “You humans always seemed so proud of your picnics.”

“It’s just easier to go out to dinner, or catch a movie now,” you shrugged, playing with your fingers nervously, “but, wow, this is... it’s perfect, Doctor. Really perfect.”

“I just thought you should eat,” the man gave you a small smile, “I know it’s been busy these last few days, and you just looked so content out here tonight... Didn’t want to disturb it.”

You opened your mouth the reply, but the Doctor beat you to it, “anyways, sandwich?” He offered you the plate of sandwiches, to which you took one without speaking. The Doctor grabbed his own off the pile and took a bite.

“I’m never sure about your earth food,” the Doctor mumbled after swallowing his bite, “I barely branch out further than the occasional holiday dinner I get invited too, but these sandwiches are really good.”

You eyed him for a second before taking your own bite. It was really good. It tasted just like you’d made it, but you knew you hadn’t. You actually wondered when he’d managed to slip away to prepare this meal.  

“You did a good job,” you told him, taking another bite. The Doctor gave you a wide grin before you looked back out at the world around you. You finished off your sandwich, just looking at the stars that gleamed around you.  

It was quiet, but you didn’t mind. You were both just enjoying the view around you, and the company beside you. You didn’t have to be talking, it was a comfortable silence.  

You ate together, not really talking more than occasional comment about something being good. It was nice. You didn’t get a lot of time with the Doctor like this, where nothing was happening, or going to happen. Where he wasn’t distracted by one thing or another, because as much as he rarely had a plan, he was always busy.  

“You should try this,” the Doctor waved a piece of some kind of fruit in front of you, “it’s a delicacy on the planet Sontar. Those little guys love this stuff, and for good reason too. It might be one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. You won’t believe what I had to go through to get it.”

“What’s it taste like?” You wrinkled your nose at the fruit held a couple inches from your face. It smelt sweet, almost familiar, but not all the same.

“A mix of earth fruits really,” the Doctor gave a shrug, as he inched the fruit towards your lips, “c’mon, (Y/N) trust me. It’s very good, and perfectly fine. You’re not the first human to be wary of this stuff. You’ll love it though.”

His voice dropped, and his smile widened as you looked towards him, unsure even though it had clearly been tested by other companions before you. The thought of biting into the fruit held in the Doctor’s fingers had you shyly staring at man’s fingers and not letting your eyes wonder back to his face.  

You gave in after a second though, leaning forwards to taste the fruit. His hand didn’t waver as you finally bit a small piece off, biting the cubed fruit from his fingers as a blush crawled up your cheeks.  

You leaned back, chewing slowly and trying to understand the mix of tastes in your mouth. It didn’t taste bad or anything, it was just overwhelming. It was good, you decided. The Doctor’s eyes were on you again, watching and waiting for your opinion.  

“So?” he prompted with a crooked smile, “how is it?”

“Good,” you told him, ducking your attention from his charming glance, “really good. Can I have more?”

“Of course,” the man grinned. He paused briefly, between moving to offer you the bowl. His eyes flickered up to your face for a moment before he slowly lowered the bowl back into his lap, and instead offered you another bite, testing his luck.

He raised one eyebrow, almost challenging you to repeat your actions and let him feed you more fruit. Your cheeks lit up once more in embarrassment as you leaned over the basket in a bold move to bite the fruit again. The Doctor watched your movements, smile fond.  

You didn’t hate being fed by the Doctor, in fact it was nice.  

When you leaned back, the Doctor popped the remained of the piece you’d bitten into his mouth, grinning at you. You giggled at him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You ate a bit more of the Sontaran fruit before you both called it quits on the picnic. You were full. You made it through a lot of the food, but the Doctor had definitely overpacked. You tidied up, putting everything back in the basket to be sorted back into the cupboards and fridge later, before flipping the backet closed again.  

The Doctor pushed the basket back so it sat just behind the two of you, before sliding closer to you and settling at you side, like he had earlier that night. You looked towards him with a smile, but he wasn’t looking at you now, or, he wasn’t until he felt your gaze on him, “what?”

“Thank you,” you told him, looking down at his knee, just barely touching your own. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget this it was... amazing.”

“It was my pleasure,” the Doctor told you softly, “I’m so glad you enjoyed this.”

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you carefully into his side. You let your head fall against his chest as you looked out around you. It hadn’t changed, but it was just as beautiful.  

“It really is beautiful,” you sighed fondly, not bothering to look up at the Doctor. His arm tightened around you, holding you against his side. You melted into the embrace, just enjoying this one night of perfection, since you were sure things would return to their usual hecticness tomorrow.

But you wouldn’t want it any other way.  

“Yeah,” the man’s voice broke the quiet atmosphere after a few seconds of silent contemplation. He spoke softly, agreeing with you distractedly. “Indeed, it is.”

But the Doctor wasn’t looking out at the starry universe—no, his eyes were trained on you.

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Another beautiful gif just to give you an idea of what I pictured while writing this, I stumbled upon this gif and thought it was perfect! Credit to the creator once more!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read, and I hope you enjoyed! As always, if it wasn’t what you were looking for, feel free to prompt me again! Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year (RIP to me saying that way too late).

[metalgearkong]

The Mandalorian Season 2 - Review

12/24/20 (SPOILERS)

Created by Jon Favreau & Dave Filoni

I didn’t have much excitement last year prior to the upcoming Mandalorian Season 1 on the brand new Disney+. I was at peak Star Wars disappointment, still bitter about The Last Jedi and Solo: A Stary Wars Story. As it turns out, The Mandalorian Season 1 blew away my expectations. The roots of Star Wars were back, and the dynamic duo of Din and the Child shot to the top of the list of most genuinely loved characters in the entire saga. Season 2 finally finished on December 18th, and I’m glad to say it maintains the quality of season 1 with its attention to detail and subtlety that made season 1 a huge hit. 

The structure of season 2 is a lot like season 1 in most ways; some episodes are huge revelations in story and characters, and others feel more like side-quests from a video game. What makes this acceptable to me is even the less important episodes still have incredible merits, such as great pacing, good character development, and memorable action moments. Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal) is still on his quest to bring the child to “his kind,” aka the Jedi, and still hasn’t an idea where to look. Equipped with wits, ships, weapons, and contacts, he bounces his way across the Outer Rim once again.

This series isn’t perfect. Much of the dialog can be clunky and elementary. Exposition sometimes rears its awkward head when something new needs to quickly be explained. This is especially true in Chapter 16 with Moff Gideon (Giancarlo Esposito) awkwardly explaining a whole new twist to the darksaber, while everyone patiently stood around silently and listened. I also questioned the dialog when Ahsoka (Rosario Dawson) said she can’t train Baby Yoda, in spite of him being an infant. All infants have attachments and a range of emotions, of which doesn’t justify a permanent personality of how someone turns out. Do Jedi normally begin training as a zygote?

Cameos from Star Wars movie characters and brief returners from season 1 were some of the highlights of this season. I haven’t seen any of the animated TV shows like Clone Wars or Rebels, and it didn’t detract or feel disingenuous when a character was introduced from those series. In fact, Rosario Dawson's portrayal of Ahsoka was one of my favorite characters in the show, and her episode remains my favorite so far. One of the top moments for me of season 2 was when she mentioned Yoda and the Yoda theme music briefly played, as well as her description of the Force being a mirror to how Obi-Wan originally explained it to Luke.

Seeing Boba Fett (Temuera Morrison) in live action and in full form during Chapter 14 was jaw dropping, especially after the major tease with Timothy Olyphant’s character in Chapter 9. Showrunners Dave and Jon flex their understanding of Star Wars and their passion comes across like hardcore fans of the saga. To have the post-credits scene at the end of the season showing Boba and Fennec Shan (Ming-Na Wen) take over what was once Jabba’s Palace gets me extremely excited for next year’s The Book of Boba Fett. To have Dave and Jon in charge of Star Wars streaming onward is a godsend.

By far the greatest cameo from a famous Star Wars character was who showed up at the climax of Chapter 16. It’s something I’ve wanted all my life, and not only something the Disney Star Wars trilogy never gave us, but something I never though I’d see ever. But this show is not a favorite of mine simply for the guest stars and action. My favorite sequence this season, and one of my favorite in all of Star Wars, was the double duel in Chapter 13 seeing Ahsoka representing an Akira Kurosawa style of stand off, and Din and the bodyguard having a wild west duel simultaneously on the other side of the wall from each other. The Mandalorian Season 2 met and surpassed my expectations once again. I have no idea what lies in the future of this show or potential spin-offs, but I’m extremely eager to see what Disney+ has in store next.

9.25/10

[elmidol]

Life is Transitional (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part Two Precarious Harmony

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Warnings: oral, fingering, spanking, vaginal sex

Three Blind Tooke

 Part Two: Precarious Harmony

 Chapter Forty-One: Life is Transitional

 The alternations between day and night passed you buy; it was not a set schedule that your body followed. You remained in bed, sometimes huddled completely under the covers and other times with holoprojectors and datapads strew about you. Nausea was a near-constant plague, although you promised yourself that it would be worth it in the end. Your body was, according to Urvno, absorbing nutrients at an improved rate. The side effects of the medications were no less harsh. They were not easy to stomach, not in any sense of the phrase. The headaches came less frequently. That was a small mercy. More than once you had faked one to avoid answering a transmission from Kylo Ren or a conversation with Rey. It should have unnerved you how well and easily you were able to lie. It did not. When it came to your mother, you allowed her to sit with you as company. She did not try to talk to you, always allowing you to begin and end the conversation. Knowledge that this was largely due to hear fearing she would offend kept you from addressing specific topics. Children were off-limits. That you would eventually leave on more missions, that was treated with caution.

 One single issue tugged at the majority of your attention. You knew that, in order to protect Finn and deal a blow to the First Order, Rey would have to return to the Resistance. She was there because of you. It could not be that way. Kylo Ren did not lie when he had hinted his view of the galaxy was not identical with that of the First Order. It might have been easier for you if it had been; you would have focused on killing him. As it was, Grand Marshal Hux was more deadly. The Destroyer of Worlds. Your eyes shifted to your mother, who was seated on a chair as she quietly read a book. She was bored. Her life’s work gone in an instant when Starkiller had fired. Hux did not know that she still lived. She was not in any danger from him. When it came to the Supreme Leader, on the other hand, that was where you knew you could not take risks. The Knights of Ren or First Order officers would capture her to get to you. Kill her in retaliation.

 The sooner you returned Rey to the Resistance, the sooner you could focus your energy on ensuring your mother’s safety. That was how you planned to pay your debt.

 Speaking of the female Force user, she was less thrilled than even Urvno when you went on your next mission. The weapon was simpler than a lanvarok. More importantly, it was one that you could wield while dressed in pajamas. Rey was not someone you allowed to travel with you. One of the Knights that was growing increasingly loyal to her took her place. It was either you had him as a companion, or you would be yanked from the mission entirely. You had done your homework on the target. You were not about to benched. Stars, that was one of the main reasons you had contented yourself with working for Kylo Ren rather than finding a way to return to the Resistance.

 “For the Resistance, she supplied weapons. Ships for the First Order. Human slaves for Outer Rim planets.” You felt your jaw clenching as you spoke that final portion. It showed you how little people cared. If they made a profit off of war, off of lives, they would sell anything and everything to keep the battles going.

 When he responded to what you had said, the Knight of Ren was factual, distant. People turned a blind eye to many things in the name of victory. It meant multiple things. First, that First Order had known of the double-dipping for quite some time. Second, the Resistance had to have known of the slaves, and chosen to do nothing since it would weaken them against their opponents. People had done nothing. You thought of the monster you had believed Ren to be. The creature on the battlefield. Burning his enemies to ash. You remembered all he had done to your body; wondered how many of those human slaves had endured all that and worse.

 And the Resistance had done nothing.

 The Knight of Ren did not so much as blink as you lost your lunch. Or perhaps he did. The helmet prevented you from observing his expressions. He chose to be helpful in a roundabout manner. Subsequent to your pulling the trigger, firing at an IED that you had previously placed and causing an explosion that eliminated your target, the Knight had gestured to your vomit. Trace evidence that would tie you to the crime. Which would then endanger your mother, the Resistance, the First Order—there were more lives in your hands than you cared to have.

 Fire had rendered your fallen comrades into nothing more than ash, and a conflagration destroyed your vomit as well as the field in which you had hidden. You watched the flames as you sat in the co-pilot’s seat of the shuttle that would return you to Naboo. A respirator assisted in regulating your breathing. Sweat had blossomed on your brow, and you wondered when the side effects of the new drug would lessen. The vomiting should not have been lasting this long.

 How extensive is the damage? The flames below grew brighter only to disappear all at once as the ship turned and picked up speed, breaking atmosphere. You sat facing forward. The Knight of Ren’s helmet shifted almost imperceptibly. A pause followed by a larger move. He looked directly at you. It was then that you knew the ship had been put on autopilot. It wouldn’t be a direct route to Naboo, and it would not be on this ship that you would return home. There were tracks to cover.

 “He doesn’t like that I ignored his calls,” you said. You tilted back your head so that it bumped against the headrest. In retrospect, you should have anticipated that your husband would not allow you to ignore him for very long. Whatever the surprise, you doubted that this had been it. For you, it was not that you wanted him to remain away. His absence was something you felt at times when you were alone, when you were with others. If he returned, however, that meant that he would have to leave again. You would start from square one in your attempts to pick up the pieces.

 It was not his departure that shattered you this time; it was his arrival. You had transferred to the second vessel, a small craft that was destroyed after you had been caught in a tractor beam by one of the many First Order Star Destroyers. Not the Finalizer. Not the Supremacy either. The Supreme Leader of the First Order was not planning to allow Grand Marshal Hux to have more contact with you. You were moved from the Star Destroyer to the Command Shuttle along with the Knight.

 Kylo Ren did not greet you. A subtle acknowledgment that he heard you at all; his head shifting, his hair brushing against the back of his neck. He would be able to see you out of the very corner of his eye. You buckeld yourself into the seat that you selected. The steady rise and fall of your chest bespoke the remedying affect the respirator had had on you. Across from your seat was a container, First Order issued. Canister, your mind supplied. You stared at it with a growing sense of numbness. You knew both the man and the monster, both sides of Kylo Ren. He was collecting the same proof of his actions as he always had. Ashes. There were only so many members of the Resistance left alive, unless they were regrouping properly now that Luke Skywalker had returned. Together, Captain Phasma, Grand Marshal Hux, and Supreme Leader Kylo Ren were hunting them down.

 With him ignoring you, or at least not acknowledging your presence, you were thrust into the past before you had come to know the humanity within him. If only it were that easy, you thought as the tears began to form. If only this monster didn’t love you, hadn’t shown the Light that existed within him. If only you could hate him so completely that the disgust you felt over the ash collection would have caused you to lash out against him. It did not.

 You sat there on the Command Shuttle, wanting to cry but not allowing yourself to. Feeling a numbness blossoming over you. The threat of becoming complacent, of living your life as his tool and nothing more. Of him ignoring you save for when he wanted something from you. And then the realization dawned on you that you had done that to him as well. You were two sides of the same coin.

 The pilot landed the vessel on Naboo near to your home, although not close enough to where it would interfere with Rey and the Knights’ training sessions in the yard. It was a twenty minute walk from he shuttle to the house, though this was largely due to the detour you took in order to visit your father’s grave. You were alone for this trip. The few First Order officers who had been on the ship accompanied their Supreme Leader to your home, one of them carrying the collection of ash. They were ignorant that you had been on a mission; word was that you had journeyed with the Knight of Ren for additional medical research to improve your condition. The Knight who had been with you had experimental pills. You did not know what they were for, and you didn’t ask.

 One of the reasons behind your decision to visit your father’s grave was to prevent yourself from witnessing your mother being taken from the home again. That would be the norm, you knew. Kylo Ren would not risk her being seen or overheard via a transmission or an unscheduled visit from the Grand Marshal. There would be a Knight missing; the officers would not know it was her, as she would be in disguise.

 Already she had changed how she wore her hair, dressed down in comparison to her life before the destruction of the Hosnian System. You didn’t want to see what else would change.

 There was hardly a difference in Kylo Ren’s behavior by the time you entered your childhood home. He barely glanced your way, and when he did he averted his gaze upon seeing that you were staring at him. Despair welled up inside of you. As did the feeling that you were being hypocritical. Even though you thought your motives for having ignored him were just. His? He was likely being petty. To save yourself from further frustration, you walked up the stairs and closed the door behind you after entering the bedroom.

 He did not knock, not that you had expected him to. What you had thought was he would take longer before following. The door closed once more. Here you were, sealed inside the room with the monster, your husband. The collection of ash still within the canister that had been placed as the foot of your bed.

 You felt a light pressure on either of your wrists. Ghost touches. The phantom-like caresses of the Force. It pressed on the backs of your knees, urging you to kneel. You did not fight it. The Supreme Leader crossed the room until he was standing behind you. Though you wanted to, you were unable to look at him. The Force kept you staring straight ahead at the mattress and bedframe. The first actual physical contact he had with you was to brush a hand along your hair. He spoke to you in unison with that touch. Informed you that he would be contacting the Grand Marshal. Told you to be a good girl. That part had you swallowing thickly, had your eyebrows drawing towards one another. How he was speaking to you—so informal in many respects, but also intimate. Degrading. Lovingly. A paradox. You could not read his emotions.

 “Climb on the bed.” As he gave this instruction, Kylo Ren was grabbing up a comlink and setting it on the headboard, ensuring that it remained balanced even while you obeyed him. You did not know if there was room for argument. Perhaps a compromise, a request to meet him halfway. You did not have the energy for that. You laid down with your head upon the pillow, and were not surprised when the Force jerked your hands so that they were on either side of your head.

 He settled over you, his shins pinning your arms, albeit in a way that did not compromise your circulation too much. Enough to where you knew he wouldn’t need the Force to keep you in place. One gloved hand went to the front of his clothing, stroking the forming tent before freeing his cock, which bobbed. You blinked owlishly at him. You were complacent. You were willing to settle into this old habit, but you had a good reason. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

 The First Order Supreme Leader told you to open your mouth, and you obeyed. You felt the weight of him on your tongue. Began to roll the organ only to freeze when he hissed out a no. His eye narrowed, and he shook his head. This, too, you understood. You did not remember him ever doing this before though. Did not know how you felt about it.

 Your mind replayed several scenes all at once. His past declaration of I missed you, and the time he had edged you while he observed an interrogation, and him waiting for you in your cell, and more.

 He turned his attention to the comlink. Now you did understand all the more. He did not want Grand Marshal Hux to see him come undone. He did not want the Grand Marshal to know that you were present at all. This was both a gift and a punishment for you. A gift: you might overhear something useful that the redhead would never have otherwise let slip. A punishment: a cock warmer, the weight of his body on your trapped arms.

 Strangely, this did not deter your desire to trace your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. Saliva gathered in your mouth, drool slipping down the corner of your lips and to your pillow. The comlink rang, the transmission beginning.

 “Supreme Leader.” Stars, but you could feel it in your bones, the contempt with which the title was spoken. “The lead proved to be a dead end. Skywalker remains elusive.”

 “And the suspected Force sensitives?” Kylo inquired. He dropped one hand to surreptitiously pat your cheek, the action muffled by his glove. You closed your eyes, unable to look at your husband’s face as the conversation unfolded. Suspected Force sensitives who would likely align with the fragmented Resistance were dealt with. Killed. Your mouth grew dry, which was perhaps a good thing, given that you likely would have started to choke on your saliva. The muscles in your jaw were beginning to ache. Closing your mouth was not an option. The Force pressed against your cheeks.

 Not comfortable, your mind screamed at you. You laid there without trying to openly protest. His taste was so familiar to you. The smell. Sweat. Small words and phrases to distract your mind from what was being said and the physical discomfort.

 You passively wondered what it was like to be male, idly wondered if your life would have been any better, any different. Maybe it would have been worse; perhaps it would have been over. You did not know if your feelings about Kylo Ren would have been an different either. Would things have changed between you and Rey? Growing up, some of your instructors had left you with the false impression that your gender determined your sexuality. Female meant an attraction to males, and male entailed an attraction to females. Ignorant, you thought, and decided that Kylo Ren’s cock in your mouth would have tasted the same, and you would have been feeling rather similar things even if you had been male.

 It added another of complexity to your feelings for the man and monster. The derisive manner in which the Grand Marshal referred to you during his conference with the Supreme Leader—girl—allowed you to know that you were not, in point of fact, your gender. That societal constraint erased the larger part of you. You did not cry because you were female and emotional; you cried because you were hurt. Not right then, though. You were not crying. Instead you thought of the occasions during which you had believed Kylo Ren had been crying. His possible tears a form of humanity. There was no shame in them. Others may have mocked him as being weak due to his masculine gender.

 There it was, that distinction. He had praised you by calling you a Resistance fighter back when he had been trying to break you down. Yes, he had used your body against you in horrific ways. Yet suddenly you did not know if it was because of your gender that he had done so. Had you been male, even if he had had no physical attraction to you, you imagined that you would have been shamed. Would have been made to cum, possibly only with the Force sliding along your shaft. Possibly with the metal of his lightsaber rubbing along your cock.

 It might have been a less painful assault. Except for the fact that penetration would not have been out of the question even then, would it have?

 Kylo’s thumb caressed your cheek, this time more gently than before. It was a though he could sense your discomfort, could read your thoughts, and was offering a modicum of comfort. Reassurance that the conference call would end. That your the numbness and discomfort in your jaw would be relieved...eventually. You doubted he fully knew your thought process. That you had conceded the fact that you did feel bonded with him on a personal level. He had become a part of you, and in some ways your mind supplied that he was you. It was confusing.

 It might have been the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

 You realized that you had started to hold your breath when your mind processed the fact that you couldn’t smell his scent. Your nostrils flared, the inhalation a little too audible; Kylo Ren tensed above you almost imperceptibly. The Grand Marshal would miss the behavior. You didn’t.

 You nudged the cock within your mouth with your tongue, and this time you were not chastised nor dissuaded from exploring. The conference was coming to a close. Another base to be explored. More Resistance members and allies endangered. You wiggled your fingers, an action you had been accomplishing periodically to keep the blood flowing. Simultaneous to ending the transmission, Kylo Ren relented by lifting his weight enough to where you were able to lower your arms.

 He started slowly by rocking his hips shallowly, the head of his erection teasing the back of your throat. His eyes on your face. You believed he was checking to see if you would be reduced to tears. That did not happen. You relaxed the muscles in your throat, gave a light moan to let him know you wanted this, and combatted the discomfort of your jaw with the tingling stirrings of arousal that began to blossom in you as the Force user fucked into your mouth. His knuckles had to be white underneath his gloves with how he gripped the headboard. When it started to hurt, he did not relent. Kylo snapped his hips forward more roughly. He was deep inside of you, practically choking you, and kept his thrusts shallow, barely pulling out. The pressure traveled down between your legs. Your body clenched at the idea of that depth even as it tried to repel it.

 He pulled out as he was cumming. You barely managed to close your eyes to keep the streaks from temporarily blinding you. The fluid on your eyelids made you uncomfortable. You wiped at it with the back of your hand. Rolled over onto your side.

 “I just wanted to exist outside of you for a bit longer,” you murmured. A grunt. Petting from him; his larger frame pressed against you, his chest to your spine. You felt his softening cock pressed to your ass. Those large hands, one clutching your breast, and the other between your legs. The Force locked your wrists together. You bent and unbent your legs, squirming as he mercilessly toyed with your clit. His fingers entered you long enough to drag your juices upwards. You came with a cry. He still did not relent.

 You were a trembling, shuddering mess of sobs. And you did not know if you were crying for him to stop, for him to continue, or some combination. Kylo Ren did relent at last. Just as you were about to cum for a second time, the actions ceased. Your inner walls were pulsating, a swirl in the pit of your stomach followed by coldness. Heat eclipsed by the icy rage of denial. The Supreme Leader chuckled in your ear. “I’m not angry, tooke.” Which was, in a way, almost terrifying. He pinched your clitoris between the sides of his middle and first finger. Tugged at it. The spasms returned. The promise of release—denied.

 His thumb grazed your nipple. That, too, sent your body messages that it needed to clench. “I’m disappointed.” Stars, why was that so much worse? It had you shaking your head, because you understood his disappointment. As much as his presence erased yours, it highlighted it as well. He kept you fighting. Offered you methods to act rather than simply exist. The way the two of you melded together, a precarious harmony that somehow kept the two of you from shattering. Too much of him, and you would dissolve. Too much of you, and he would be erased. Too little of either, the cracks began to show. “Tell me not right now, but don’t ignore me.”

 “I was so scared that the nausea wasn’t only a side effect,” you sputtered, the words unable to be taken back. Your terror on display. Kylo Ren nuzzled the back of your neck, letting you cum now that you had opened up to him in many ways. His fingers inside of you. Your declaration on your lips. “And they try to understand, but they don’t. You’ve been in my head. You know.”

 “I know,” he agreed. His fingers curling and uncurling inside of you. You felt as though you were suffocating. The feel of his digits too much. Your body overwhelmed as much as your mind was. He moved them in a steady rhythm. Never too fast. Never too slow. You dragged in oxygen greedily through clattering teeth. Kylo hooked one leg over yours, the tucking it so that the heel nudged your limbs further apart. His fingers would be disappearing completely inside of you if you looked. Stars, you couldn’t look. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t. Your vision was blurry. Your pulse drumming in your ears, in your head. Whimpers that you thought might be from you, but you couldn’t be certain.

 There was not enough oxygen on Naboo to keep you steady. You didn’t have enough in you to properly sob as your overstimulated body spilled onto his fingers for a third time. He thumbed your clitoris, and withdrew his fingers.

 Everything was too much. His presence. His absence. Being taken off the battlefield. Placing yourself on the battlefield again. It just was not the same. At some parts, improved. Also filled with disappointments.

 And, Maker, when had you become so afraid?

 “You’ve become jaded.” That was it. Allowing yourself to finally see the people of the galaxy, the ones who supplied the weapons and did not care about lives. You had been fighting for them as well. The Resistance had been lining their pockets as much as the First Order. You had been assisting in funding several individuals involved in slave trafficking.

 You swore. “There’s just no winning.” Breathless. It took you more than a few breaks to finish that small statement.

 Kylo Ren grunted and disentangled his body from yours. Without leaving the bed, he reached out with the Force. The latches on the canister of ashes clicked one. Divided compartments, you noted, though you did not receive visual confirmation of this. You did, however, shift to watch as a small, square box exited the canister and moved into the man’s outstretched hand. His fingers closed around it. Kylo worked open the lid then held out the contents in offering. You blinked. Once more you were not breathing, although this time it was due to confusion befuddling your brain.

 Inside was a silver chain, thin yet sturdy. An expensive metal, the name of which escaped you. This was partly due to your focus not remaining on the chain. Instead the small cylinder. Cremation jewelry, your mind supplied. You reached for it only to pause. Your hand hovering the air between your body and his. The ashes; whose?

 The question had to have been on your face. “I killed him, tooke.” You brushed the very tips of three fingers on the surface of the metal. He took you as wife; his victory was yours. Kylo deposited the necklace in your hand when you cupped the limb palm-up for him to do so. There was no offense taken by the fact that you secured the chain on your own neck. His eyes were on your face. Observing your micro expressions as you processed the gift. You wrapped your hand around the cylinder and your parents’ rings.

 Kylo Ren pushed his pants further down his hips. A blush stained your cheeks, which had already been warm from his previous ministrations. You used the hand that was not holding the jewelry to finish stripping your lower half. He smirked predatorily at you, his eyes pinching in the corners. Nearly lunging, he encircled your waist, flipping you over and tugging you backwards. His body eclipsed yours as he pressed your torso towards the mattress. His cock was pinned against your ass and his stomach. His middle finger expertly located your clit, rocking it back and forth.

 “Oh,” you sobbed, gulping down saliva and air in alteration. His arm shifted. Pushing you forward half an inch, tugging you backwards. Your cunt, growing wet, smearing him with your juices. It was audible. The smacking of flesh on flesh; and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. You relinquished your hold on the jewelry to grasp at the bedsheets. Kylo slipped the very tip of his cock into you. The head parted your inner lips, started to stroke shallowly along the walls. You moved, attempting to shift your hips further backwards to take in more of him.

 A resounding smack as leather collided with the side of your rear. His previously free hand delivering a blow that offered a mixture of pain and pleasure. It did not allow room for argument. He was in control. Your stomach swam. As though to further drive the point in, Kylo Ren pressed you forward until his erection slipped completely out of you. You mouthed a no, though you were strong enough to not give it a louder voice.

 The hand that had struck you now groped at the spot, kneading your flesh. “You’re dripping on the sheets,” he whispered to you, tugging backwards and upwards so that you felt the length of his cock along you. “You did miss me, didn’t you?”

 “Yes.” So quiet, at first you were afraid he did not hear you, that you would have to try to repeat your response as you struggled to not lose yourself. The mounting pleasure with every caress of the underside of his cock along your outer lips.

 You felt him pull away, felt the mattress dip further as he adjusted how he was kneeling. His words washing over you, telling you to show him how much you missed him. Pressing your thighs together, you rolled onto your side and curled a little to peer up into his face. Your gaze traveled down his body. His chest. Abdomen. His cock. You pushed off the mattress with one hand to rise onto your hands and knees. Knelt completely, and removed the last few articles of clothing. The jewelry stayed on; your mother and father’s rings, Snoke’s ashes.

 The first thing you did was nuzzle your cheek against him, your nose soon caressing his collarbone, which you then nibbled. Both of your hands journeyed, mapping every portion of him that you already knew so well. Your tongue dipped out of your mouth. Lapping. Tasting. Making a wet trail down to his cock, upon which you could taste yourself. You moaned when he did not push you away, when he let you take him into your mouth. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking him as you experimented with the first few inches against your tongue.

 “I missed you as well, tooke,” he purred. “Your mouth.” Fingers entangling themselves in your hair, moving your head so that it was tilted. He could see your face, and you knew he was watching. Kylo Ren had always enjoyed that; watching as you took his cock. But he was not content for long. He gripped your shoulders with both of his hands, shoving you onto your back and fitting himself between your legs. One hand dropped, grabbing hold of his erection and lining it up with your entrance. A jerk of his hips, and at long last you were filled with him. “You take my cock like you were made for it.” A fluttering in your stomach once more. Your eyes widened.

 It was not like before, when such words had made you feel low. Yet his voice was just as low, the phrase just as filthy—only now, it gave you a thrum of pleasure and strengthened your desire.

 “Please fuck me, Supreme Leader,” you said to the man who had helped you become so jaded. You did not resent him for that. If anything, you were grateful. It showed you the larger picture. It put truth behind his words that there was no Resistance, not for you. There was more than that, you realized. Yes, you needed to aid the Resistance so that it was not destroyed. You had to find a means of returning Rey to Finn, of separating the Grand Marshal from your husband. But it was the galaxy that you would help. Those who were ignored, those who were taken advantage of. You would destroy more of the beings like the suppliers you had already eliminated; the ones who did not value life at all, the hedonistic scum that wanted the misfortune of war to continue endlessly. In his own way, Kylo Ren wanted to avoid that just as you did. Most of important of all, he was not stopping you from the mission you had assigned yourself. “Please.”

 The repetition of that single word was what did it. Kylo began to undulate his hips, moving deep within you, hardly retreating, stroking your inner walls, the head of his cock brushing up against your cervix. It was not completely painful nor uncomfortable when he did that, however you did shift your hips a little at the sensation. Kylo Ren’s eyes alternated between watching your face and watching where the two of you were connected. He began to withdraw, which set your heart racing as you feared he would return to teasing you again. Instead he slammed back inside of you. You threw back your head, toes curling and back arching as he repeated the action.

 You pressed the heel of one hand on your pubis, fingers toying with your clitoris. The dam was building, the pressure coursing through your veins. Your entire body felt as though it were on fire. Each jerk of his hips sending sparks through you. The orgasm that crashed over you was that last thing your body could handle. You lost strength in your limbs, shuddering on the bed as the man within you sought his own release. You panted under him. Closed your eyes as you felt him cumming inside of you.

 It did not take long for you to lose consciousness. The mission coupled with your body adjusting to the medication was enough to have rendered you tired. Added to the mix, your activities with Kylo Ren left you utterly exhausted. When you awoke, you were alone.

 That solitude was short lived, for Urvno entered the room with several medications and vitamins. You accepted these before disappearing into the refresher. The warm spray eased much of the pain in your muscles, as well as assisted you in staving off the headache that threatened to develop. Your fingers toyed with the two necklaces that you wore. For the first time, you started to wonder the motivations behind Kylo Ren’s visit. Your intentions to soak under the spray for an extended period were shoved to the side.

 You dressed in a loose-fitting Naboo gown after quickly drying your hair. You could hear the officers that had accompanied the Supreme Leader on his journey downstairs. It sounded as though they were eating between reading through and discussing reports. Grand Marshal Hux had not been completely wrong when he had implied that Kylo Ren was keeping you from distracting him from First Order missions. Whatever they were doing, it was to ensure that the next time they faced Luke Skywalker, the old Jedi would be killed. Another reason, you noted, to return Rey to the Resistance.

 A chime from a device by the bed. You had been walking in the direction of the door, however paused when you heard the comlink. Urvno was no longer present. You were alone there again, and you had no qualms checking who it was that attempted to contact the Supreme Leader. This time when his smaller, blue form was present, you were able to see the Grand Marshal.

 “I should have known,” he said with a drawl. Bored, but not dismissive. “The Supreme Leader has to check on his Knights. I do not understand his motivations behind leaving them all with the girl. Unless he fears some will be swayed.”

 This man was deadly. You were unsure if he would suggest this possibility to Kylo Ren, if your husband had considered it himself. To leave Ren at a disadvantage would benefit Hux in the end. The Grand Marshal emphasized this by stating he was not disappointed to have a chance to speak with you. You glanced towards the door when asked if you were alone where the two of you could talk candidly. You doubted that you would do much talking. Still, that did not negate your willingness to listen. It remained true that the Grand Marshal was skilled in discovering the remnants of the Resistance. This was your chance to find a means of separating him from Kylo.

 “Soon there will a necessity to rid ourselves of him. Or have you given up on the mission?” You had no answer, and so you gave him nothing. The redhead continued, as though it was of no consequence. “It is experimental at this time, a project unknown to the Supreme Leader.” He lowered his voice, and you were forced to lean closer to hear him. “Ysalamir blood. He won’t be able to sense a killing blow with his abilities curbed.”

 You stored this information for another time. The day would come when you would face the decision to kill Kylo or not; unless he somehow did change, if he abandoned his pursuit of the Dark side. Even though, as you watched him, you noticed how much stronger he was when he drew on the power of the Dark side. The Light left him uncertain, weakened. Though you did not agree with it, you understood why he pushed aside that Light within himself. He desired strength. The Light was not going to give that to him.

 “When you’re healed, tooka, and the side effects have ended, you will be quite a useful weapons. For the time being, inform the Supreme Leader that I am ready to deliver my report when he returns this call.”

 There was no insult taken that the Grand Marshal had better things to do than speak for a prolonged period with you. The only annoyance was that the man had not given enough leverage for you to sway Kylo Ren’s opinion of him. Kylo already knew that Hux eventually wanted to kill him, and you were not ready to hand over the information regarding ysalamir’s blood. Not until you knew how things would turn out. For all you knew, at any rate, the blood would do nothing. The creature might need to be alive to be useful. You would have to read up on that. Besides, you were still not yet certain why your husband was on Naboo.

 You left the comlink where it sat, and this time you were not interrupted from departing the room. The gown you were billowed a little behind you, the loose material catching the slight breeze created in part by your pace. The officers in the house could now be more easily heard. Eating the food that your mother had made. You forced yourself to say nothing at all as you passed them by. The study was the first place you looked for Kylo Ren. He was not inside, and so you closed the door and headed for the outside.

 There was no Rey nor any of the Knights. The Supreme Leader sat on a stone bench near the edge of the garden that was beside your house. Tucked away in a corner. He had his eyes closed, and did not open them though you knew he could sense your presence. The grass tickled your bare feet as you walked towards him. The ever-lingering nausea was not as severe as it had been before; Urvno had brought with him an anti-nausea medicine that the Knight had brought with him from your mission. A new brand that was said to be less harsh in terms of side effects. You felt like a lab animal. Testing new drugs to see how to improve your body. There was little other choice. You had to risk the potential long term side effects.

 “Where are they?” you inquired. His eyes opened, head tilting back so that he stared up at the sky. You slumped your shoulders. Away on a mission once more. Or several, if they were split up. You could picture it, Kylo Ren sending Rey with half the Knights on a mission that she wouldn’t balk at. Then the remainder assigned the elimination of potential students for Skywalker. “The Grand Marshal wants to speak to you.” A paraphrase of the message, of course.

 You sat down on the bench beside the man. He had grunted at your words prior to commenting that he would speak with Hux later. In under a minute, he confirmed your suspicions about dividing the Knights. “There is no replacement for the Grand Marshal, not yet, not one that can compare.” You already knew this, and Kylo Ren was aware of that fact. For him to say so meant something. You stared at his face, but he did not return your gaze. “Phasma has alluded to eliminating Rey on more than a single occasion. Hux may be swayed.” He had spent so much time manipulating Rey into joining him. “If Rey were to kill Phasma, some of the stormtroopers might begin questioning things. Unless Phasma made the first move.”

 “Which she would do in a subtle manner?” He nodded in reply. “You want me to kill her.”

 “I promised you that mission. You must select a weapon that will allow you to do so without it being traced back to you. Or find a means of getting Phasma to openly betray the First Order.”

 If Captain Phasma were to make a move against Rey in an open manner, there had to still be officers and stormtroopers alike that would side with the chrome-armored female. They would be disappointed if Ren retaliated should Phasma survive. To them, Rey was the outsider. Rey was the one who would potentially return to fighting against them. You hoped those fears would become a reality. In the meantime, you had to think… Would Grand Marshal Hux and Captain Phasma conspire together to eliminate Kylo Ren? You could see it easily, the more you mentally revisited the throne room onboard the Supremacy.

 The issue with this lay in the fact that Phasma would, nonetheless, be subtle. She well knew the power that Kylo Ren had control of. She fought to survive, not die. It was why she hadn’t made her move against Rey. She might have been biding her time. Sowing seeds of doubt into the minds of First Order personnel who were beginning to accept Rey as the Master of the Knights of Ren.

 Should you be caught plotting against Captain Phasma, or even successfully kill her only to be arrested, Kylo would have wiggle room as Supreme Leader for how you, as his wife, would be punished. There would be more ease with which you and he could lie. A threat to your life by Phasma. If both of you agreed that it was to protect either you or Kylo Ren, how could they openly argue? Rey and the Knights of Ren would both be safe from the other woman. They would side with the Supreme Leader. That was not a force that the officers would go against. Not even Hux would; he would continue to bide his time, and consider Phasma an acceptable loss in the grand scheme of things.

 And then there was the question. If you used Kylo Ren as bait, if you were the one behind the weapon that would kill Phasma… Could you kill both?

 My mother used by the Knights in retaliation. Tortured and killed. Grand Marshal Hux the new Supreme Leader. He wouldn’t hesitate to destroy all of the Knights and Rey to finish cleaning house. He would find and destroy Luke Skywalker without becoming blinded by emotions as Ren might be.

 It was decided. Once more, you would fail to entertain the idea of returning to your previous mission. You would not destroy that precarious harmony.

 You lifted the hand that had his current name tattooed to your finger to the necklaces you wore. You grasped the jewelry, and set your wrist against your heart. The other hand you moved to the side, slipping it into his larger limb.

 “If I ever asked you to, would you break your word to my mother? Would you keep me away from Naboo?” His head jerked into action, his eyes now on you in full. Kylo squeezed your fingers with his. “I’m not asking it. I just need to know.”

 “Once we kill Phasma…”

 “Hux will be on his guard,” you finished for him. “He will look into Naboo. He will find my mother if I’m here with her. And I can’t be… I can’t come to this planet, to my home, and not be with her. When the war is done, she might still be in danger. If that happens, I don’t… I wouldn’t want to come home to her for her to die.”

 “Where would you go instead?” he asked. You shook your head, telling him the truth, that you didn’t know. Maybe with him. Maybe somewhere else. That was not the important thing.

 You did not tell him as much, but you thought: if you were willing to spare his life, he had to prove himself worthy by continuing to ensure your mother’s safety. You would return Rey to the Resistance somehow, repay your debt to her. And then you would try to keep her hope alive. That people could change, that monsters did not always have to remain monsters. You would allow Kylo Ren to use you to better the parts of the galaxy that you could make a change in. You just wanted the war to end.

 Letting your eyes close, you tilted back your head and felt the warm breeze on your face. Felt the sunlight on your skin. “I was assigned to kill you to help end the war. Everyone asked me what then. The truth is that I don’t know. When the war ends, I need to figure out who I even am. You will to. You won’t just be Ben Solo or Kylo Ren or Supreme Leader. We’re always changing. I will never agree with the First Order, what it stands for. I do agree with the idea of peace. I want to repay all the debts that I owe; I need to help make the war be something that’s only in history, and then… I’ll let the past die.”

 Once the past died away, you would reevaluate Kylo Ren. If he became a man once more, you would find a way to journey with him alive, be it with or away from him. Should the monster be reborn, you would discover if you were still a monster hunter, if you still had it in you to slay monsters who were, once upon a time, someone’s child.

[mentalnahigijena]

Sveti Sava Posvećeni. On je rođen u Cezareji Kapadocijskoj (današnja Turska) godine 439., a umro je u Jeruzalemu 532. godine. Izvorno aramejsko ime Sabbas znači “stari čovjek”. On je živeći kao monah već za života stekao glas svjetosti i to ne samo u Jeruzalemu gdje je živio već i na Zapadu. Glas o njemu prenio se do Italije i Engleske, stoga ne ��udi da su krstaši za vrijeme I. Krstaške vojne 1096.-1099. prenijeli tijelo Svetog Save iz Jeruzalema u talijanski grad Veneciju. Tijelo Svetog Save položeno je u rimokatoličkoj crkvi sv. Antuna u Veneciji i tu će se poštovati narednih 900 godina. Sveti Sava još je za života u Jeruzalemu svojoj subraći u manastiru nagovijestio da će nakon njegove smrti tijelo biti premješteno iz manastira ali da će se opet nakon dugih vjekova tu vratiti. Potvrda svečevih riječi došla je devet vjekova nakon njegove smrti. Kada Nebo želi komunicirati sa crkvenom hijerahijom najčešće se to događa kroz snove. Devetsto godina nije bilo nikakvih izvanrednih “poticaja”, a onda se 1965. godine Sveti Sava iz Vječnosti u snu javio papi Pavlu VI. te ga zamolio da dopusti da se njegovo tijelo iz Venecije prenese nazad u Jeruzalem. Međutim pravoslavna hijerarhija u Grčkoj koja upravlja i Jeruzalemskom patrijaršijom izrazila je sumnju u objavu koja prema njihovom mišljenju nije bila ničim motivisana. Pravoslavni episkopi naprosto nijesu vjerovali Papi da mu se Sveti Sava javio i da je papa odjedanput nakon tolikih vjekova pristao vratiti tijelo omiljenog monaha nazad Pravoslavnoj crkvi tj. Jeruzalemskoj patrijaršiji. Grčki episkopi ipak su pristali doći u Veneciju kako bi razgovarali o prijenosu svečevih moštiju. Kako će kasnije svjedočiti grčki mitropolit Kirakos episkopi su vjekovima čuvali tajnu vezanu za Svetog Savu koju nitko nije znao. Naime o čemu se radilo. Kako su predstavnici Pravoslavne crkve sumnjali u iskrene namjere Pape da vrati tijelo Svetog Save oni su bili zapravo uvjereni da im Rim želi predati tijelo nekog drugog sveca u cilju ekumenskog zbilžavanja. Oni (pravoslavni episkopi) su pak imali tajni zapis iz 11. vjeka koji je točno opisivao tijelo Svetog Save još prije nego li je preneseno iz Jeruzalema u Veneciju. U tom zapisu za kojeg nitko nije znao stajalo je kako Svetom Savi nedostaje jedno oko. Taj tajni detalj bio je presudan za utvrđivanje vjerodostojnosti. Kada su grčki episkopi stali nad tijelo Svetog Save i kada su vidjeli da nedostaje jedno oko onda su se uvjerili u čiste namjere pape Pavla VI. Kada je utvrđena vjerodostojnost tijela organiziran je prijenos moštiju. U delegaciji s pravoslavne strane zajedno sa episkopima bio je i neki monah Serafim iz manastira u kojem je živio Sveti Sava. Njemu je povjereno da prati mošti iz Venecije u Jeruzalem. Za čudo episkopi su primjetili da se monah Serafim uopšte ne odvaja od tijela Svetog Save. Kad je tijelo sveca stiglo u Atenu tu su se zadržali nekoliko dana. Mitropolit Kirakos jedne je večeri prolazio pokraj prostorije u kojoj je monah Serafim čuvao tijelo Svetog Save. Episkop se potpuno zapanjio kada je na vlastite oči vidio kako Serafim razgovara sa Savom. Neobičan događaj uslijedio je već slijedećeg dana kada je tijelo Svetog Save trebalo iz latinskog ruha presvući u bizantsko. Naime u Veneciji je Sveti Sava bio obučen u rimokatoličko crkveno odijelo. Okupljeni oko sveca, svi su bili u strahu što će se dogoditi sa rukama koje su bile prekrižene na prsima, i hoće li se uopšte nakon tolikih vjekova mošti bez oštećenja izvršiti oblačenje. Dok su okupljeni episkopi stajali pripremni da presvuku sveca monah Serafim kleknuo je te ponizno molio. U jednom trenutku na očigled biskupa ruke su se pomaknule tako da se moglo pristupiti oblačenju. Kasnije su episkopi potvrdili da su “prisustvovali čudu”. Jeruzalemski patrijarh Benediktos svjedoćio je kako mu je Sveti Sava poslao poruku o svom dolasku. Naime svetac se predstavio jednom jeruzalemskom stražaru te mu kazao neka prenese poruku patrijarhu. Poruka je glasila: “Kaži patrijarhu da dolazim sutra”. Kada je stražar to ispripovijedio patrijarhu, patrijarh ga je upito: znaš li tko je to bio? Stražar koji ništa nije znao o dolasku moćiju Svetog Save rekao je da ne zna. Na to mu je patrijarh kazao: Bio je to Sveti Sava. Taj stražar od tada svaki put kada čuje ime Svetog Save zaplače. Iz Atene su mošti prenesene u Jeruzalem gdje su položene u crkvu Uskrsnuća Gospodnjeg. Tu su ostale narednih nekoliko sedmica a zatim ih je dne 30. Oktombra 1965. jeruzelemski patrijarh Benediktos prenio u lavru Svetog Save gdje i sada počivaju. Monasi manastira redovito primaju pisma vjernika kojima su po zagovoru Svetog Save uslišane molitve. I mi kao vjernici, Crnogorci, uputimo svoje molitve Svetom Savi da za nas moli Gospoda.

[prijedor24]

CNN uvrstio Mostar na listu najljepših gradića u Evropi

CNN je uvrstio Mostar na listu najljepših gradića u Evropi. Ovaj bh. turistički dragulj zauzeto je šesto mjesto. “Pariz, Rim, Barcelona… Ovi evropski gradovi su s pravom na listi onih koje trebate posjetiti. Međutim, i manji gradovi su također magični jer imaju predivnu arhitekturu i bogatu kulturu”, navela je novinarka CNN-a Julia Buckley u svom članku. Spomenuto je da je Stari most, koji su 16.…

[gothgottlieb]

Yoo, you know your invested in a movie when you start drawing you OCs in that au.

[appdesignsmelbourne-blog]

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[filologija]

Colloquia Divina 2018 - dnevi Andreja Diva iz Justinopole

Fakulteta za humanistične študije Univerze na Primorskem bo tudi letos gostila simpozij Colloquia Divina, posvečen novi latiniteti. V središču letošnjega srečanja bo pesnik iz 17. stoletja Marco Petronio Caldana iz Pirana. Potekalo bo od četrtka, 18. oktobra 2018, do sobote, 20. oktobra 2018, v prostorih Pretorske palače v Kopru, UP FHŠ, in Inštituta za arheologijo in dediščino UP FHŠ v Piranu.

Četrtek, 18. oktobra

18.00

Otvoritev simpozija z uprizoritvijo Aristofanove komedije Aharnjani v izvedbi dramske skupine študentov z Oddelka za klasično filologijo na Univerzi v Zadru

Petek, 19. oktobra

9.00-12.30: Prvi del - Pretorska palača, Koper

9.00-9.30: Registracija

9.30-10.00: Pozdravni nagovori: dekanja UP FHŠ Irena Lazar, podžupan MOK, direktor knjižnice David Runco

10.00-11.20

Gregor Pobežin, Fakulteta za humanistične študije, Univerza na Primorskem: "Marco Petronio Caldana iz Pirana in njegova pesnitev"

Peter Štoka, Osrednja knjižnica Srečka Vilharja, Koper: "Oratio ac metra D. Nicolai Petronii Caldanae"

Zrinka Mileusnić, Fakulteta za humanistične študije, Univerza na Primorskem: "Dominikanski samostan v Kopru in njegov pomen za mesto skozi oči različnih poročevalcev"

11.20-11.40: odmor za kavo

11.40-12.30

Neven Jovanović, Filozofska fakulteta, Univerza v Zagrebu: "Utješno pismo (1447) i svadbeni govor Karota Vitala iz Pirana, Troyes MS 1531"

Diana Sorić in Teuta Serreqi Jurić, Univerza v Zadru: "Literarni aspekt Vrančićeva putopisa Iter Buda Hadrianopolim"

12.30-15.00: odmor za kosilo

15.00-17.00: Drugi del - prostori Fakultete za humanistične študije, Univerza na Primorskem

15.00-15.50

Milenko Lončar, Univerza v Zadru: "Epitaf opatice Vekenege iz benediktinskog samostana Svete Marije u Zadru s početka 12. st."

Luka Vidmar, ZRC SAZU, Inštitut za slovensko literaturo in literarne vede: "Stari in cerkvena cenzura"

15.50-16.10: odmor za kavo

16.10-17.00

Matej Hriberšek, Filozofska fakulteta, Univerza v Ljubljani: "Sigismund Herberstein in njegovi stiki z evropskimi humanisti"

Jadranka Cergol, Fakulteta za humanistične študije, Univerza na Primorskem: "Pier Paolo Vergerio il Vecchio e i valori morali della pedagogia umanistica nel Paulus e nel De ingenuis moribus et liberalibus adulescentiae studiis"

Sobota, 20. oktobra

Prostori Inštituta za arheologijo in dediščino Fakultete za humanistične študije Univerze na Primorskem, Piran

10.00-10.30: registracija, kava

10.30-12.00

Adriana Grzelak - Krzymianowska, Univerza v Lodžu: "Latin (and Greek) in Contemporary Names of Human Medicines"

Anja Božič in Nena Bobovnik, Filozofska fakulteta, Univerza v Ljubljani: "Peter Pavel Vergerij Starejši in njegov Paulus - comoedia ad iuvenum mores corrigendos"

Petra Šoštarić, Filozofska fakulteta, Univerza v Zagrebu: "Kappusovi izvještaji iz Novog svijeta"

Marco Petronio Caldana

Rodil se je v ugledni piranski družini Petronio Caldana, stranski veji rodbine Petronio, ki je bila v 16. stoletju v piranskem Velikem svetu zastopana z dvema članoma iz dveh različnih vej. Pater Bartolomeo Grassi in kanonik Domenico Corsi sta ga priporočila za študij književnosti, vendar je moral zaradi očetove smrti šolanje prekiniti in se z družino preseliti k stricu Nicoloju Caldanu v Bologno. Tu je skupaj z bratom vstopil v jezuitski plemiški kolegij svetega Frančiška Ksaverija. Študij je moral spet prekiniti, ko je leta 1667 papež Aleksander VII. imenoval strica za škofa v Poreču. Marco je odšel z njim. Leta 1671 je strica spremljal na poti v Rim, na povabilo papeža Klemena IX. Na poti je stric umrl. Tokrat se je Marco odločil, da bo poskusil srečo na dunajskem cesarskem dvoru, oborožen s priporočilnim pismom kardinala Caraffe in A. Giulia Giustinianija, beneškega odposlanca pri cesarju.

V tem obdobju nastane epska pesnitev v latinščini Clodiados libri XII (Venetiis 1687). Spis je apologetične narave, posvečen je Ludviku XIV. in obravnava zgodovino Francije ter francoske kraljeve dinastije. Ep je napisal v latinskih heksametrih. Klodiada je bila deležna pohval s strani kardinala Giovannija Delfina in Carla de Dottorija. Dobro je bila sprejeta zlasti v Parizu, kjer si je pisec prislužil mesto na dvoru Sončnega kralja. V Parizu je ostal dolgo, eden izmed njegovih sinov je diplomiral na Sorboni. O zadnjih letih njegovega življenja ni veliko znanega.

Klodiada

Klodiada ima dvanajst spevov, vsak vsebuje okoli sedemsto heksametrov. Vsebina je posvečena dinastiji Merovingov. Po Klodvikovi smrti njegov tretjerojeni sin Hildebert izgubi življenje v bitki. Galija se zaplete v vojno in Klotilda, Klodvikova vdova, je obupana zaradi usode svojih treh vnukov, saj se boji za njihovo življenje. Na dinastičnem področju se zadeva še bolj zaostri, ker Klotar in Klodomer, brata preminulega kralja, nočeta zapustiti prestola legitimnim naslednikom, vse do odločilnega dvoboja. Pesnitev posnema strukturo klasičnega epa pri Vergiliju in Staciju, vendar z izvirnimi tematskimi vložki. Caldana ima latinske vzore za arhetip, intonacijo pa si sposodi pri Tassu, tako pri opisovanju ljubezenskih prizorov kakor pri značilno turobnem vzdušju. Vse to kaže na baročni značaj pesnitve. Giacomo Babuder poroča, da je Klodiada sodila med obvezno čtivo v francoskih šolah tedanjega časa.

Viri in literatura

Clodiados libri 12. christianissimo Ludouico magno Galliae, Nauarrae &c. regi inuictissimo sacri Marci Petronii co. Caldanae, ex Hieronymo Albricio in Vico D. Iuliani, Venetiis 1687. // Marco Petronio Caldana: Statuta et privilegia almae Universitatis dd. philosophorum, medicorum, ac theologorum cognomento artistarum celeberrimi archigymnasii Patavini ab excelso Senatu Veneto concessa.

P. Naldini: Corografia ecclesiastica o sia descrittione della citta, e della diocesi di Giustinopoli detto volgarmente Capo d'Istria, in Venezia 1700, str. 287. // P. Stancovich: Biografia degli uomini distinti dell'Istria, Trieste 1828-29. // S. Rota: "Marco Petronio Caldana", v: L'Istriano (7 marzo 1860). // G. Babuder: D'alcuni Istriani cultori delle lettere classiche dal millequattrocento in poi, ed in particolare della traduzione dell'Illiade di Andrea Divo Giustinopolitano, v: Atti dell'I. R. Ginnasio Superiore di Capodistria, Capodistria 1865, str. 3-56. // B. Ziliotto: Marco Petronio Caldana da Pirano e il suo poema, Trieste 1905. // V. Kamin Kajfež - G. Pobežin: Pyrrhanensis poeta – avtor napisa na sliki Čudež sv. Jurija Angela de Costerja v Piranu, v: Keria: Studia Latina et Graeca, l. 14, št. 2 (2012), str. 75-88.

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See all my contact reviews HERE.

Date purchased: 10/07/2017 – Date received: 10/20/2017 

Lens Info

Brand / Princess Pinky Origin / South Korea Diameter / 14.5mm Base Curve / 8.6mm Water Content / 38% Life Span / Yearly  Prescription / -0.00, plano only

I ordered these in my prescription and actually got a great deal on them with the 50% off Halloween special promo code! Originally $25.90 I got these for $12.95.

The water content is 38%, which is pretty average with colored contacts I have ordered and continue to order. As always I inspected the contacts inside the vials and checked the expiration date before even opening the vials. Then I let the contacts soak in fresh solution (Never put new contacts right onto your eye, and never leave them in the solution they come in!) for 24 hours before giving them a go. Here is my review for the Princess Pinky Galaxy Blue contact lenses from PinkyParadise!

Me without contacts. My eyes are hazel.

These contacts are non prescription, meaning if you have a script you will not be able to see while wearing these. I own a few pairs now that are non script, so if I want to see while wearing them I have to put my glasses on. For cosplay purposes I might wear these for an hour or two (tops) before changing out, and I never go anywhere without my handler because (obviously) I can’t see.

Now I don’t reccomend these to people like myself who need a script unless you were to wear glasses. I myself as I said only wear them for short periods and with my handler to help guide me around, and typically this is for a cosplay at a con and only for 1-3 hours tops.

Now let’s get down to the review portion.

These contacts are comfortable to wear and look super pretty! They feature that black outer rim to enlarge the eyes and make them appear bigger, and a faded blue with ‘stary’ gaze.

I wish these came in my script so I could wear them around on a daily basis because I seriously love the look of them, but sadly they do not and I would have to wear glasses which defeats the purpose for me.

These are a must buy if you are going for that cutesy look in blue! They hair a pair in purple as well.

I can safely give these the following on my rating scale, and do encourage anyone looking for Madara Uchiha contact lenses to check these out at PinkyParadise! My review is based on a 1-5 hearts, with 5 being best and 1 being poor.

Comfort: 💚💚💚💚💚

Color: 💚💚💚💚💚

Prescription: No

Overall effect: 💚💚💚💚

Recommended for the following characters: Any cutesy characters with blue eyes!

You can purchase these at PinkyParadise. Read this review on my Facebook page HERE!

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Princess Pinky Galaxy Blue [Contact Lenses Review] See all my contact reviews HERE. Date purchased: 10/07/2017 – Date received: 10/20/2017  Lens Info Brand / Princess Pinky…