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Bílý mlýn u Jičína- pověst, legend. Somebody want make some ilustration for another legend in a future?:-)
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Oldřich Mikulášek nějakejch pár desítek let zpátky fakticky tak jako ledabyle plácnul na papír
"Ztratil jsem, co jsem mohl;
však cosi nachází mě."
a protavil mi tim díru do srdce jak letlampou do trezoru v roce 2023, díky pěkně, tvl, budu se pár dní vzpamatovávat, asi musim zrušit terapii nebo nevim už
#oldřich mikulášek appreciation post#veliké černé ryby a dlouhý bílý chrt#oldřich mikulášek#básně#czech#č#kot
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Anny Ondráková in Bílý ráj / White Paradise (1924) dir. by Karel Lamač.
#Anny Ondráková#Bílý ráj#White Paradise#Karel Lamač#Czechoslovak#Czech#Czechoslovak Cinema#Czech Cinema#Silent Film#Drama#My Screenshots
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#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#black and white#landscape#birds#white stork#ciconia ciconia#čáp bílý#animals#nature#ploughed field#wintering#lahovice
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Vzala jsem si čistý bílý triko. Do půl hodiny bylo zepředu od čokolády, do hodiny na zádech od krve.
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Ježišikriste, tohle je zas co? No už chápu proč rakušáci protestují proti Temelínu, jestli to tam vypadá takhle, tak jdu příště křičet s nimi. Co to doprdele bylo?? Aha, SMD nejde nejde sundat, hmmm, jasně, to kváálita, až na to, že to dokáží prakticky v každém shopu, kde opravují morbidní telefony. A to navíc nedestruktivně. A optimistický závěr — 30 let starý hardware budeme udržovat dalších 40 let. Jasně, vybouchni wole…no nebo snad raději ani ne, 70 let staré součástky, to bude bezva, takhle drsní nebyli ani v Černobylu, tam byl v bezpečnosti počítač z počátku 60. let. Jak to dopadlo jsme viděli, jak moc se na tom ta sračka podílela je, připouštím, diskutabilní. Tam se buď něco urychleně stane, nebo se naplní význam české hymny — kde domov můj. Twl tak teď už jsem fakt viděla všechno…
#kde domov můj#temelín#temelí se temelí padá snížek bílý všichni jsme už v prdeli jen sirény kvílí#Youtube
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White Borneo Kratom
White Borneo kratom is a popular strain of kratom that originates from Borneo Island in Southeast Asia. This strain is known for its potent energizing effects, which can provide users with increased productivity and focus. In this article, we will explore the history, effects, dosage, and potential side effects of White Borneo kratom. Check their site to know more details white borneo kratom.
History
Kratom, or Mitragyna speciosa, is a tropical plant that is native to Southeast Asia, including Borneo. The plant has been used for centuries by locals in the region as a natural remedy for a variety of ailments, including pain, anxiety, and fatigue. Kratom contains alkaloids, such as mitragynine and 7-hydroxymitragynine, which interact with opioid receptors in the brain and produce effects similar to opioids but with less risk of addiction and respiratory depression.
Effects
As mentioned earlier, White Borneo kratom is known for its energizing effects, making it an excellent choice for those looking for a natural pick-me-up during the day. It can provide users with increased focus, motivation, and productivity, making it a popular choice among students, professionals, and athletes. Additionally, White Borneo kratom can help users combat fatigue and improve their mood, leading to feelings of euphoria and well-being.
Dosage
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Conclusion
White Borneo kratom is a popular strain of kratom known for its energizing effects, making it an excellent choice for those looking for increased productivity, focus, and motivation during the day. It's essential to remember that kratom should be consumed in moderation to minimize the risk of adverse side effects. If you're new to kratom, it's recommended that you start with a low dose and gradually increase it until you achieve your desired effects. Additionally, it's important to purchase your kratom from a reputable vendor to ensure that you're getting a high-quality product.
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Miluju, jak lokomotivy od osobáků v Moravskoslezském kraji mají jména jako Květuška nebo Drahuška...
A pak ti přijede ECčko, 2 hodiny pozdě jak největší boss a ta bestia hranatá, co ho táhne, se jmenuje kurva Bílý tygr.
Jakože okej, Tygře, gratuluju ti k tvému big boy jménu, ale Květuška aspoň byla na čas.
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Marina: an Epilogue
F&H MARINA X LEVI FIC, TAGS: romantic fluff, angst, flashbacks, oneshot
SUMMARY:
“Marina left Prehevil, her ties to it severed by the festival. She would settle down in Valland, in the red lights district of the capital. She would find kindred spirits there. She had a good life, using her occult skills for a living. Though a certain person was always following her…”
Or, what happened to Marina after winning the Terminal festival… along with a glimpse into her memories, and what happened along the way.
Marina had a sneaking feeling her hair had been paler as of late. Her curly locks seemed less silky and smooth, more… subdued, and the bags under her eyes had been growing darker too.
Every time she came across her reflection in the mirror, it felt like being doused in cold water. No matter how much she powdered her face, no matter how much lipstick she slathered on, she still seemed pale, ghostly and shrouded in a sense of misery.
It wasn’t a good feeling. She’d always been one to take care in her appearance (it started with fear of others realizing her secret, and then she’d soon started finding enjoyment in the process), but as she gazed into the mirror… the fear she could see in her eyes, shaky and brittle… she didn’t like it at all.
In the very least, it wasn’t exactly a shock… after the scarring events of the Termina festival, Marina wouldn’t have been surprised if her hair turned white.
Her hands still started to tremble every time she thought back to just a few weeks ago- sweaty fingers in a white-knuckled grip on the trigger of a trench gun as she would shoot, and shoot, and shoot again with a desperate sense of knowing you’re just an inch from death, clothes drenched in filth that made Marina want to peel off her skin and take it to the laundry-
Marina stopped, nails digging into her fists hard enough to draw blood. She… she a handful of good memories from the festival at least, so it wasn’t all shit (though 99% of it was horrors beyond comprehension).
After all, it was Levi who had taught her how to shoot in the first place, how to defend herself with something aside from a kitchen knife and sanity-sapping spells. A wan smile made its way onto Marina’s face at the bittersweet memories…
At the beginning of the festival, all she’d known about the Eastern Union ex-soldier was that he had hurriedly made his way off the train, in a rather suspicious manner according to Karin (but the journalist had seemed rather biased, at the time).
It was honestly a surprise to find out she and the ex-soldier were the same age, when they met again in the basement of Restaurant Bílý Vůl. Marina was hesitant to approach at first, seeing a young, dishevelled boy in overalls curled up in a ball, who was rather attractive- even when shaking from withdrawal symptoms.
Marina was questioning her taste within that moment, yet she couldn’t help but extend a hand. And not because she thought him cute, alright- she genuinely wanted to help him out.
Levi… he carried himself with an air of constant paranoia, the deep bruises under his eyes and black marks on his arms a dead-giveaway to his chosen poison. So, when she offered heroin, a momentary ease to his suffering, they became tentative friends.
Levi was rather quiet. All he did at first was constantly scan the area with his gun at the ready, and occasionally glance at her when he thought she wasn’t looking- letting out a small sigh every now and then.
He followed her instructions instantly during battle, with unblinking faith in Marina’s judgment- and with their combined strength, they won every fight they came across.
The disturbing sights of Prehevil’s residents scarred both their minds, and neither of them judged when one found themselves nauseous and losing their lunch after a particularly disgusting foe…. After encounters with things like the fecal hound it was often commonplace.
And if Marina passed him a blue vial and some herbs after a battle, and their fingers touched briefly for a moment, who could blame her for hiding a smile at the pink in his cheeks?
By the end of the first day, when they settled down to rest in the bookshop, Marina couldn’t help but ask about the interaction… and yes, alright, maybe she said it in a rather teasing manner. All-mer forbid a girl flirt in these trying times.
And gods, it was worth it. Marina couldn’t help but let a laugh bubble up at how red Levi’s face turned, but it wasn’t a mean laugh or anything- and Levi could tell, as he buried his face in his hands. He had apologized, stumbling over his words, and she just smiled, shuffling closer…
And then, before she could think about it too much, Marina kissed his cheek. Her lips lingered there for a moment before she drew back, seeing Levi gazing at her complete and utter shock in his eyes, flustered beyond belief.
It was… it was a really nice moment, amidst all the death and gore. Those moments tended to be few and far between, and this had been the sweetest yet.
The next day, Daan had joined them, and he was more blunt and dry in his teasing than was Marina’s style but it was nonetheless effective.
That second night, he had taken a long, slow drag of his cigarette with a small smile, before calling out the stolen glances they were sending eachother- which Marina would vehemently deny (like a lying liar who lies), and Levi would nod along with her with crossed arms.
And the third day… everything went to shit, and Marina found herself at the tower, alone. Her memories are a hazy, fucked up blur from that point onwards.
And all that…
That was in the past now. Marina’s soft smile slowly faded, as she rested her hands on the sink in front of her. After everything that had happened, in the festival…
Gods.
Her grip tightens on the sink.
She had never thought she would win. The first few days after it all ended were spent in a daze, body on autopilot whilst her mind was in overdrive, staggering off that wretched FUCKING train that had brought so much blood and misery.
Winning had never been her intention, she wasn’t the type of person to sell out everyone else and murder them just so she could go free. That was something her father would probably have no qualms doing, but not her.
And all the days after staggering off the train at a random stop in Valland were filled with the sickening weight of guilt and grief, for the friends she hadn’t saved. Marina knew it wasn’t her fault, but… their lost souls still weighed on her.
Marina stared at her reflection in the mirror as she ran a shaky hand through her hair, greasy from neglect.
Tried to pretend she was a normal girl, living a normal life in the red lights district of Valland, who had never seen a town of people scorched by the light of an old god. Tried to pretend that she was just your average occultist who had only the right sorts of secrets, the scandalous ones that make your friends giggle and go “ooh,” and “aah.”
Marina held her piercing gaze on the eyes of the girl in the mirror, a girl who looked tired beyond belief, like she hadn’t truly rested in a long while. And Marina let out a long sigh, like the ones Daan used to do whenever she and Levi did something particularly stupid.
And Marina took a step back from the mirror, planting her hands on her face as she breathed in deeply. In, and out. In, and out…
She’d be okay, as time went by. Marina had to believe that, because what else was there?
When you’re a participant in a festival like that…
Where all you have are the enemies who want you dead, the creepy Bremen soldier who wants to see under your skirt, a doctor who was forced to use his skills to murder instead of heal, and the ex-soldier who you may or may not have been crushing on… that is, before he was viciously slaughtered by a monster right in front of you.
No one walks out of something like that without a few scars.
And… well.
She hadn’t been the only one to walk out, apparently.
A certain someone had followed her to Valland’s capital, though Marina still had no idea who- or what- she was. She, or it, bared an uncanny resemblance to the girl from the festival, the one that was supposed to be dead.
Marina just barely recalled her name… Samarie.
Her face was one of many that showed up in her dreams each night. Greasy black her, sickly pale skin, and swathed in a sense of desperation… the girl who had said she loved her, the girl who had stabbed her father, and the girl who had apparently been a part of the ninth circle (that Marina had only ever heard sick and twisted rumours of).
Marina still struggled to even comprehend her.
And now, a version of Samarie had managed to follow her here, even though the rules of Termina had dictated only one may walk out. So either the black-haired girl managed to break the rules somehow, or she had been replaced by some twisted creature from Prehevil.
Samarie hadn’t been that bad company to be honest, aside from being a tad delusional and creepy. Marina definitely knew which option of the two she preferred, but unfortunately, she also knew which one was more likely- some kind of doppelgänger, no doubt.
Calmer now, she let her hands fall back down by her sides, letting out a deep exhale. Even now, she had a niggling feeling that Samarie was watching her…
Well, could be worse.
She could have jumped down that damn toilet at the beginning of the festival and have rotted there in faeces for the rest of her days, like some idiot. (Shit, imagine if she had done that? She’d never live it down… and she’d never live, period.)
Marina walked out of her cramped bathroom and let herself fall with a “thwump!” on a lumpy couch, courtesy of one of her newly-made acquaintances- she’d met some kindred spirits recently who also studied occultism, and they were nice, she supposed.
All she could do now was wait and see if “Samarie” ever revealed herself, and attempt to scrub her mind of the scarring memories from the festival. She didn’t even want to think about that bastard Per’kele and his twisted games ever again.
And just… hope, that everything would turn out alright.
But she knew one thing- she was never doing rituals in the name of that bastard Rher ever again.
#first fear and hunger fic!!#marina has consumed my brain so it was abt time I wrote smth for lol#I find marina x levi so silly like#they're literally the beautiful gf + loser bf trope lmao#(I love samarina too tho so I'll probably write smth for them later🤭)#fear and hunger#funger termina#funger#fear and hunger termina#marina fear and hunger#fear and hunger 2#marina domek#marilevi#marina x levi#levi x marina#f&h#f&h termina#f&h2#f&h daan#f&h marina#f&h samarie#f&h levi#fear and hunger levi#levi fear and hunger#fear and hunger fanart#fear and hunger fic#fanfic writing#fanfic#writers on tumblr#ao3 fanfic
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Můj první morčák bílý, respektive malý, hurá! Akorát že vyfocený z téměř dva kilometry velké vzdálenosti...
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za mně mindfuck, když jsem viděla bílý autobus RJ
za mně mindfuck když mně stewardka v RJ oslovila "pane" a v mužském rodě i po tom, co viděla můj ISIC
@regiojet
vysvětlení?
(moje spolubydlící: hej, ty máš odbloklý achievment)
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“All of us have dreams, be they magical or foolish. Fragile dreams of crystal palaces where we can be princes and princesses. Alas, it is all illusion, a naive dream, an echo of our vanishing childhood.”
Bílý ráj / White Paradise (1924) dir. by Karel Lamač.
#Bílý ráj#White Paradise#Karel Lamač#Czechoslovak#Czech#Czechoslovak Cinema#Czech Cinema#Silent Film#Drama#My Screenshots
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Kvůli kostýmu sháním falešný bílý plnovous. Je březen, Mikuláše daleko, plnovous nikde.
Ještě nikdy jsem se necítil tak moc jako Saturnin
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Potřebuju sehnat červenej volnej crop. Nejlíp s nějakým potiskem. Mám to přesně v hlavě, ale nedaří se mi nic najít. Chci hrozně nosit cropy, ale stydím se za svoje břicho. Není moc pevný a hlavně chlupatý žejo. Chvilku jsem přemýšlela a napadlo mě, že to břicho vlastně nemusí bejt vidět. Do hlavy se mi dostal úplně perfektní outfit. Pár červenejch J's on my feet k tomu bílý oversized baggy fubu jeans, černá stahovací košilka (protože mám fuj fuj břicho),kratičkej fishnet top a přes to ten červenej crop. K absolutní dokonalosti už chybí jen krátká bunda. Jakože u mě v hlavě to vypadá fakt dobře lol, ale nevim připadám si na to stará. Asi chci něco dohnat. Na druhou stranu mě přesně ty kecy, že by se ženy měly oblíkat úměrně svýmu věku, děsně serou. Myslela jsem, že zmatený období už mám za sebou. Asi budu "nějak" zmatená celej život.
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ŠTRAMÁCI/ANDY: druhé kolo, 14
Propaganda pod perexem!
Jiřina Šejbalová (1905–1981)
Velmi unikátní šmrnc, mohla by mě zadupat do země a ještě bych jí za to poděkovala.
V časopise Kinorevue v roce 1940 napsali o jejích rolích: "v nich se hodná holčička se stříbrným hláskem změnila v nelítostnou saň, která rozvrací štěstí hodných manželů a směje se zkáze, kterou způsobila." Oni to mysleli negativně, já říkám slay.
A tady máte ještě jednu fotku.
Alena Vránová (1932)
Jako malá jsem hrozně milovala pyšnou princeznu a musela jsem na ní furt koukat. Když mi byly tři, měla jsem stejně velkou panenku jako já, který jsem říkala Krasomila. Měla bílý šaty, takže jsem si samo sebou furt hrála na svatbu. Jakože já jsem její ženich. Když mi pak ve dvaceti došlo že jsem teplá, najednou tohle začalo dávat mnohem větší smysl.
#štramáci*andy#štramandy#druhé kolo#jiřina šejbalová#alena vránová#český film#český tumblr#český blog
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