@темы: Blake's 7

@темы: doctor who

Ночью надо спать, но я делаю обойки обычно)

Эйвон
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Доктор и Мастер
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@темы: Blake's 7, doctor who

С Баша:
Американские ученые в детстве смотрели "Стар Трек", и теперь изобретают лазеры, силовые поля и квантовую телепортацию. А британские ученые в детстве смотрели "Доктор Кто"...

@темы: doctor who

Сидя в общаге без ноута, вспомнила, что я ещё и крестиком умею когда-то рисовала ручкой по бумаге =)

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@темы: doctor who

Подарочек для Regis, потому что она такая замечательная


The Enmity of Ages by ~luluha on deviantART

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Люблю я фигнёй пострадать))
Обойки по Блейкс 7

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@музыка: Muse - Glorious

@темы: Blake's 7

Флэшмоб про топ-10. Если кому-то ещё захочется меня помучить - я не против =)

10 мест на земле от burnet.

1. Париж =) Тут я конечно не оригинальна, но никакого другого города я так сильно не люблю))
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2. Замковая гора в моём городе, локальная аксис мунди, и просто красивое место.
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3. Дикий пляж где-то в районе Керчи, очень туда хочу вот сейчас =)
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4. Шотландия. Не была, но заочно люблю, потому что там идеальная для меня природа, погода, и население =)
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5. Норвегия, ибо фьорды, викинги, и вообще красотища. Опять не была, но хочу.
читать дальше6. Лондон. Тоже хочу =)
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7. Дом.
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8. Крепость в Даугавпилсе. Заброшенное и довольно стрёмное место, но атмосфера интересная.
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9. Озеро в сосновом лесу, где мы обычно отмечаем Лиго ака Янов день. Уезжать оттуда обычно никому не хочется)))
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10. Парк прямо за моим окном, особенно осенью.
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Jay J. Hart, умеешь ты темы давать, однако. =)

Цитаты:
Не умею я цитаты собирать. Прочитаю, проникнусь, забуду. =) Потому люблю когда цитаты мне суют под нос. =)
читать дальше1. Мастерство без воображения дает нам полезные вещи, например - плетеные корзины для пикников. Воображение без мастерства дает нам современное искусство. (c) Том Стоппард
2. Критик должен быть готов и способен в любой момент и по первому требованию занять место критикуемого им и выполнять его дело продуктивно и компетентно; в противном случае критика превращается в наглую самодовлеющую силу и становится тормозом на пути культурного прогресса. (с) Йозеф Геббельс
3. Можно простить человеку, который делает нечто полезное, если только он этим не восторгается. Тому же, кто создаёт бесполезное, единственным оправдвнием служит лишь страстная любовь к своему творению.
Всякое искусство совершенно бесполезно. (с) Оскар Уальд
4. Этот мир лишён смысла, и тот, кто осознал это, обретает свободу. (с) Альбер Камю
5. Believe those who seek the truth; doubt those who find it. (c) Андре Жид
6. Гипотеза о боге, например, даёт ни с чем не сравнимую возможность абсолютно всё понять, абсолютно ничего не узнавая. (с) Стругацкие
7. Когда я умру, похороните меня и на памятнике напишите: "Умерла от отвращения". (с) Фаина Раневская
8. Be like a duck, my mother used to tell me. Remain calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath. (c) Майкл Кейн
9. Все хотят добра. Не отдавайте его. (с) Станислав Ежи Лец
10. "Спи и давай спать другим" — таков был девиз нынешнего Университета. (с) Пратчетт

Исторические события, при которых хотелось бы присутствовать:
История в фактах меня утомляет. Люблю эпохи, десятилетия и биографии =) Так что список получился слегка уклончивый))
читать дальше1. Убийство Цезаря.
2. Казнь Иисуса Христа и позже - очень интересно, как родился миф о его воскрешении.
3. Кортес встречается с ацтеками.
4. Коронация Наполеона.
5. Раскопки Трои Шлимана.
6. Братья Люмьер с первым киносеансом.
7. Москва, 9 мая 1945 года.
8. Ну, не совсем событие - хотела бы наблюдать, как Дали пишет "Распятие". Такие вот у меня представления о приятном времяпровождении)))
9. Любой концерт Боуи в образе Зигги =)
10. Съёмки последней серии Блейкс 7

запись создана: 18.02.2010 в 18:25

@музыка: Muse - HAARP

@темы: фотографии

@темы: sherlock holmes

Опять фик по Блейкам, опять пост Гауда Прайм, опять хреновый английский, кто не спрятался, я не виноват
Jay J. Hart, а лучше не читай, и сохрани обо мне хорошее мнение, как о фанартисте

читать дальшеHis wound was still pretty bad, and the doctor restricted him to move anywhere apart from the bathroom, but Blake had to speak to Avon. He knew it all was just a horrible mistake, but Deva seemed to think otherwise and locked up Avon, his crew, and Arlen till Blake’s further orders. Blake sneaked (or, more likely, heavily stumped) past the medical office, trying to avoid any personnel, and hoped he won’t loose his consciousness half the way to the cells.
‘’I’m not letting you in alone, Blake.’’ Rem, the guard at the prison unit’s door told him strictly, when he finally reached his destination. ‘’You’re barely alive as it is.’’
‘’It was a misunderstanding. Nothing is going to happen to me.’’ Blake was more stubborn than Rem, and more determined. He also wasn’t particularly keen on standing there any longer, for he most certainly was going to pass out in a few minutes, if not offered a seat.
Rem gave him a skeptical look, but opened the door. ‘’I’ll come in with you, then. Someone will have to catch you when you’ll drop unconscious, after all.’’
‘’I’ll shout if things will go ugly. Stay outside.’’ Blake tried a firm stare and failed, judging by the Rem’s expression. ‘’I’ll call for help if I’ll need it, don’t worry. I don’t want to die yet, I discovered it’s an unpleasant experience.’’
Rem hesitated another second, but opened Avon cell’s door at last and came in first. ‘’Don’t try anything there, Avon, or you’ll be dead the next moment.’’
Avon barely turned his head, still not seeing Blake behind the guard, probably expecting another round of questioning. Well, Blake hoped it was questioning and not interrogation, as he ordered the minute he woke up. Finally, Rem moved away, letting Blake in, but not closing the door.
‘’I don’t have anything else to tell.’’ Avon told the wall, not turning around. His voice was hollow, and his whole figure radiated defeat and weariness. Blake closed the door, not listening to Rem’s protests, then walked slowly to the cot and sat down, his head spinning and his stomach aching, not only because of the physical wound.
‘’I believe you have, Avon.’’ That made Avon freeze and then spin around, something like fear on his face. Blake was too dizzy to tell for sure.
‘’Blake.’’ He whispered, torn between reaching for him, and backing away. Now he was definitely scared. ‘’I’ve killed you!’’
‘’No you haven’t. But only just. Will you try to do it again?’’ Avon made a broken noise, not really smiling and not really crying, something Blake never expected and never wanted to see. ‘’Tell me Avon, do you still believe I have betrayed you?’’
‘’No.’’ Blake barely heard his whisper, leaning in to see his face.
‘’I’m not blaming you and I won’t punish you, no matter what others seem to think.’’ This statement made Avon laugh, bitter and quite a mad sound.
‘’I tried to kill you. And you’re still trusting me?’’
‘’I said before and I can repeat it – I’ve always trusted you – ‘’
‘’No matter what I do?’’ Avon cut in, looking up. He was no longer on a verge of breaking, just tired and angry. ‘’You’re as idiotically idealistic as ever.’’
Blake couldn’t not smile at this. ‘’That at least has to assure you that I haven’t changed. And I also can say that you haven’t changed either.’’
Avon stared at him for a good minute, disbelief and annoyance slowly turning into a bitter smile. The look in his eyes remained naked and vulnerable, Blake noticed, still not adjusted to seeing him alive. ‘’What do you want from me, Blake?’’
‘’Can you trust me enough to stay with me?’’
Avon turned away, looking down at his hands. He shot me, Blake suddenly remembered. He shot me, point blank, over and over again, insanity written all over him.
‘’Can you trust me enough to allow me to stay?’’ Avon asked quietly, like reading his mind.
Blake frowned. Deliberately, cold-mindedly, Avon would never do him any harm. But he shot him, too far gone in his paranoia to tell who’s a friend and who’s an enemy.
‘’I don’t even trust myself.’’ Avon said again, thinking in sync with Blake. At least that they still could do.
Blake wasn’t any better, though, trusting too much, as Avon was trusting too little.
‘’I’ll do all the trusting, then. I was always better at this than you were, anyway.’’
‘’You indeed are a fool.’’ Avon spoke softly, focusing on him. ‘’But I’ll stay with you.’’
Blake grinned at him genuinely, noticing that his belly doesn’t hurt all that bad anymore.
‘’You are going to pass out, aren’t you?’’ He heard Avon’s voice through the cotton in his ears. ‘’Couldn’t you at least wait until you’re not about to collapse on spot?’’
‘’A bit hypocritical of you to worry about that now.’’ Blake shook his head, trying to shoo away black spots flying around him. He felt Avon’s fingers on his throat, but couldn’t panic, thoughts slow and messy. After a moment he realized Avon was checking his pulse, which made him smile nervously. That didn’t escape Avon, like nothing else did.
‘’Don’t trust me, Blake. I don’t want you dead, but I can reach the point when I won’t be able to remember about that.’’
‘’Then we just have to prevent you from reaching it.’’ Avon’s hands on him seemed to stabilize his swaying consciousness, like it always happened before. Avon was the best back-up he ever had, back-up and grounding force, and even being mad, Avon still could offer him a perspective on the fact how close he was standing to the edge. He didn’t see Arlen’s betrayal, he didn’t see Tarrant’s destructive potential, and he didn’t spot Avon’s breaking point. He was searching for his people himself, but he wasn’t working with them, wasn’t allowing himself to get close to anyone. That made him blind to changes, he lost his ability to predict people’s reactions. He couldn’t even predict Avon, and there was time when he was attuned to Avon the sharpest way possible.
Blake turned to him, aware of Avon’s intent eyes on him, evoking the feeling of being studied, evaluated and challenged, he almost forgot about. He liked this feeling. ‘’We’ll be alright, Avon. We just never should’ve parted in the first place.’’
Avon smiled wryly, staying close, a weirdly comfortable absence of personal space that Blake also almost forgot about. ‘’I don’t want to agree with you, but I’m afraid this time you’re right.’’ He got silent for a minute, softly stroking Blake’s neck, probably not realizing it, thinking of something. Blake found himself wanting to kiss him. Not a new thought, but he didn’t want to kiss anyone for a long time. They seem to snap back out of their thought at the same moment, both amused and aware of each other. ‘’Are you planning to stay here for the night?’’ Avon finally asked him, not making a move that would suggest it would be a good idea for Blake to leave.
‘’No I’m not, and neither are you. Can you say for your crew that they will not make any trouble?’’
‘’All my crew? No one bothered to tell me, who survived and who didn’t.’’
‘’Dayna is dead, I’m afraid.’’ Blake said, and that finally caused Avon to stand up, turning away. He wondered, if Avon was close with her. ‘’I’m sorry.’’
‘’So am I.’’
‘’Vila, Tarrant and Soolin are fine, though.’’
‘’You’ve locked Vila up too?’’ Avon glanced back at him, eyebrows raised. ‘’That won’t make him and others any more trusting you.’’
‘’That wasn’t me, Deva’s in command for now. He wasn’t accepting my orders while I still was under the heavy sedatives.’’
‘’Ah. Well, at least someone is reasonable around here. And I suggest you return to the medical unit, while you still capable of it.’’ Avon smiled suddenly. ‘’Or are you? Alone?’’
Blake laughed at that, delighted. ‘’I believe Deva going to show up any minute now and take me back there strapped to a wheelchair. He’s worse than my mother sometimes.’’
‘’Don’t forget to tell him I’m not a prisoner anymore. I’ll deal with Tarrant and Soolin, but I suppose you’ll have to handle Vila yourself. He’s not very friendly to me these days.’’
‘’Did you try to kill him too?’’ Blake asked, joking, but Avon glanced up at him quickly, and once again he spotted an insane gleam in his eyes.
‘’Yes, I’m afraid I did. He’ll ask you to reconsider your decision. Maybe you should.’’
Maybe Blake should. But he was waiting for Avon to return for two years, more than ready to use his talents and sharp mind to expand the revolution, and also missing his ability to both slow him down and push him forward whenever necessary. He was missing everything about Avon, and even if he seemed to change a lot, Blake was sure they still was suiting each other just fine. He will learn to handle him once again, and he was sure that Avon would allow him, scared of himself no less than people around him were.
‘’I made my decision. I need you, Avon, and I think you need me too.’’ Blake rose up, swaying on his feat, and Avon was near him immediately, holding him tightly, one and only person in the universe who was able to make him feel protected. How could he not be wanting Avon back?
‘’Well, I wouldn’t call it need. Matter of a habit, perhaps.’’ Avon’s smile was comfortingly familiar, a bit arrogant, a bit teasing.
They’re going to be alright, Blake told himself again, and this time, he believed himself.

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Доктор и Мастер, по мотивам The End Of Time.

Who wants to live forever?
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Farscape, aka На краю Вселенной, Джон и Айрин =)

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Хаус

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@темы: House

Эээ... те три человека, которые теоретически могут это прочитать... не ржите сильно, ладно? Мой первый фик и всё такое И с английским у меня не совсем фонтан)))
В общем, Блейки, ПГП-аушка, а мне бы лучше рисовать, чем писать, но я не удержалась)))

читать дальшеIt was good to shower finally, shave and change into the clean clothes, luxury he took from himself almost a year ago. It was also good to feel low vibration of the ship's deck under his feet, familiar and relaxing noise that meant he and his crew were safe and able to go wherever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted. And most of all, it was good to know, that all of his people survived Gauda Prime, for now they could start all over again, with new forces and new hope. Well. That still left Avon and his kids, and even if they seemed to be cooperative, Blake knew how stubborn and cynical Avon was, and whoever found acceptable to follow him could be no better.
He wandered through the ship, bumping into his crew here and there, all of them looking celebratory and congratulating him on their successful escape. Blake smiled at them, but felt more determined than really happy, because it was just the last pit stop before the war, not a win. On the flight deck he watched Tarrant and Deva repairing the main computer, not seeing him, deep into their techno magic. He expected to find Avon there too, snapping at their handicapped attempt to work, but he seemed to be elsewhere.
''Have you seen Avon, by any chance?'' He finally asked them. Tarrant promptly turned over, still visibly uneasy about sharing the ship with so many intruders.
''He must be at his cabin, repairing Orac. He kindly allowed us to deal with the simplest damage.'' Snarly, but not unkind. Blake grinned faintly at Deva's pursed lips, and left the flight deck. Avon's crew was used to his charming personality by now, but his own crew wasn't – he expected a lot of pulled faces and private questions about Avon's reliability. Funny thing was, he still trusted Avon completely, without a doubt, and he did, he did find him and came after him, and was appalled to imagine that Blake could betray him. Still, Avon always had a habit of rescuing him in the last possible moment, and Blake was unsure, what he putted more into it, his vanity or his loyalty. With that thought he approached Avon's cabin, and after brief hesitation, knocked. He wasn't prepared to speak to him, though he knew he couldn't delay it no longer. There was outstretched silence, then the door opened, no surprise on Avon's face at his sight.
''I was hiding, you know.'' Avon informed him, then moved out of his way. Blake entered the cabin, leaning at the closed door. Avon's room was as ascetic, as it was on the Liberator, his bed untouched, and the table full of wires and other computer equipment. Somewhere underneath it Blake could see a holder of a gun.
''So was I but we had to talk sooner or later.''
Avon smiled to himself, a new smile Blake never saw before – bitter and sad, making him wonder, what happened to make it creep on Avon's lips. ''There isn't much to talk about. You can have the ship, the command, my crew if they are willing to follow, and I'm back to being cynical computer expert by your shoulder. I think it must be agreeable to you.''
Blake stared at him, nonplussed. ''And that's all? No demands of shared leadership, no terms, no offers of free advising on the all strategical decisions?''
Avon smiled again, brightly and predatory, another unfamiliar smile of an absolute self-confidence and aggressive power. Blake felt uncomfortable.
''Oh, don't worry, you were receiving my free advises before you ran away, you'll be receiving them now. As for leadership, I don't want it and I never wanted it, my only goal was enjoying my freedom in solitude. I still hope I will be able to do so after the war is over, so it's in my best interests to be cooperative.'' His voice also changed, Blake noted absent-mindedly, it was softer and lower, more pleasant. He shook his head, staring at the Avon's back, who leaned over the table, poking something inside of Orac. Avon hadn't lost his ability to distract him not a bit.
''I didn't run away.''
''And what did you do, then? Decided to play hide and seek?'' Avon suddenly turned to face him, radiating anger, lips curving in disgust. ''Don't give me this bullshit about gathering people and searching for the base, lack of resources and alliances had never stopped you before. You ran, like a coward – you could at least let me know, where the fuck were you, instead of making me think for two years that you might be dead!''
Blake gaped at him in astonishment. He wasn't expecting this outburst, perhaps the most vivid demonstration of emotions Avon ever revealed to him.
''Well, Avon, last time I saw you, you couldn't wait to get rid of me! I though it would be better to both of us, if we continue our paths separately. Besides, I didn't want to receive a mocking laugh as an answer to the offer of joining me.''
''Like my wishes and my mockery ever stopped you from ordering me around.'' Avon visibly forced himself to calm down, turning away again. His tired set of shoulders made Blake feel guilty and ungrateful, but he honestly never expected Avon to be so eager to find him.
''I'm sorry I left, Avon. I was hoping you'll come, but giving our past disagreements you can't accuse that I wasn't sure.''
''And what happened to your trust in me?'' Blake could hear sarcastic smile in Avon's voice, heavy with bitterness.
''Nothing happened to my trust in you, Avon, but as I hope, you recall, I was never forcing you to stay with me and fight. I was merely giving you a chance to live as you like.''
Avon snorted silently and turned around at last, looking even more exhausted and sleep depraved than he was before the conversation. Blake felt a pang of guilt again.
''Live as I like.'' He muttered to himself with a faint smile. ''Are we done with talking? I still have Orac to repair.''
''I'm going to lay a course to penal colony Resignation, I have a few useful contacts there. Is that fine to you?''
''I already said, Blake, it's your command. As long as you aren't doing something outragingly stupid, I have no objections.''
Resignation indeed, Blake thought with a wry smile. ''Well, as long as everything is sorted out, I shall leave you to your repairs.''
''Please do.''
Blake gave him the last glance, and did as he was asked. Conversations with Avon always affected him like a glass of adrenaline and soma, but this one also left him confused and with the pounding head. There remained a lot of unrevealed confessions and accusations on the both sides, and neither of them was ready to talk about it. Maybe they will never be ready, especially giving that all their discussions promptly turned into fights and threats to go different roads. Maybe their whole approach to the problem was wrong, and what they really had to do was fuck, as Vila once helpfully suggested. Blake snorted to himself. He'd have to get Avon shitless drunk and tie him up first. Well now. That was an interesting thought! Blake snorted again, more cheerfully this time, and stepped to the flight deck, giving orders and enjoying a busy noise of a ship full of people.
''A glass of wine?'' Vila appeared at his left offering him a plastic cup with a smirk.
''You're reading my mind, Vila! Thank you.''
''From my own collection.'' He pointed at the Blake's cup with his own, then frowned. ''Pity it's the last bottle.''
''Oh, cut it, Vila, being sober won't hurt you.'' Dayna said from her seat, with an eyeroll.
''How would you know?''
''Being sober means that he'd have to work, which does hurt him alright.'' Blake spun around to see Avon, leaning on the doorframe and looking highly superior.
''I thought you had Orac to repair.'' Blake said with a smile.
Avon squinted at him. ''And miss all the opportunities to insult this crowd of half-wits gathered in here?'' He gestured around and then turned to Blake with a bright smile. ''You in particular, Blake, have never failed to offer a good example of laughable idiocy.''
''It's nice to know I have some uses to you, Avon.''
They eyed each other for a moment, then, for everyone's bewilderment, laughed openly, tension between them easying away. He forgot Avon could laugh so sincerely, he forgot he himself could.
It felt like returning home.

@темы: blake's 7

Композиция: Тардис и Далеки)))

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@темы: doctor who

Regis, с Днём Рождения!

А я всё же не удержалась, и нарисовала этих "Рабочего и Колхозницу" =)

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К тому времени, когда вышел BBC-сериал Blake7 (конец 1970-х), в космосе побывали все - обезьяны и собаки, мужчины и женщины. Единственное, кого там не было - это английские крестьяне. Сериал исправляет это мелкое упущение. Главные герои - простой английский крестьянин Blake и его помощник - человек, похожий на римского императора (все знают, что у английских крестьян меньших помощников, чем люди, похожие на римских императоров, быть не может), с сетевым именем Авон.

@темы: blake's 7

Продолжаю пугать ПЧей
Эйвон, портрет)))

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@темы: blake's 7