soviet-posters:

Scarlet Sails (Russian: Алые паруса, Alye parusa) is a 1961 Soviet film produced by Mosfilm and directed by Alexandr Ptushko. It is based on Alexander Grin’s 1923 adventure novel of the same name and stars Vasily Lanovoy and Anastasiya Vertinskaya.

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heartlesslimewench:

demigodshaveallthefun:

did you know i ship ivan and angelique as platonic soul mates 　

you are not alone

#guys you don’t understAND #they move me to tears i swear preshis babies#laying on the couch playing with guns over tea and bitching about dumb butts

thesilvertongued:

I confess, Braginski, that I am a sad version of a God - glorious, indeed, but bitten by many skeletons that seem keen on staying deeply attached to me.

Are we? How I’d like to see such similarities. For there are no men like me, immortal or otherwise.

Careful, Ivan.

I am a patient man.

Others of my kind - not so much.

Semi-Immortality. We are the “frost giants” of our own. Isolated. Lonesome. 

You see my point. 

If I were truthful, Loki, I would say that while I watched Manhattan burn from a television set a sickening sense of victory rose within me. But one never wishes for harm upon others, yes? 

/The Russian chuckles softly, smiling gently though a darker look glinted in his eyes;

That makes two of us then, my friend. 

thesilvertongued:

Watch your tongue, Midgardian.

There are demons and ghosts here I am sure you will trouble understanding as to why I lost.

Or why I left as I did.

I pity you though. You should have hoped for my victory. I fear the next being who wishes to occupy Earth will not be close to my twisted kindness.

/He just hums thoughtfully, tenting his fingers together and grinning devilishly so;

Oh, but I did. 

I would like to think that you and I are quite alike, godling. In both ways of standards, goals…and our origin, perhaps. 

But I do pity you in return. You were so close, were you not? Yet you still struggle.   Shame. 

Ivan Braginski. The pleasure is mine. 

thesilvertongued:

zimoi-obiteli:

thesilvertongued:

And what can I do for you, towering Midgardian?

/He looks a bit taken back, though he slowly begins to chuckle; 

An audience, if you will. 

Have we..met before, perhaps? You look startlingly familiar, friend. 

An audience with a God? A hefty request, Midgardian, but I shall grant it.

-He paused a moment, humming-

You may have heard of me at least. I am Loki, of Asgard - the God of Mischief. I recently broke Manhattan.

And you are….?

/He scoffs, as though his suspicion had been confirmed; 

Ah, so that was your doing. Or so I have heard. 

Clever of you, to say the least. What is so impressive is that even a god can be defeated, might I add! Bravo!

thesilvertongued:

And what can I do for you, towering Midgardian?

/He looks a bit taken back, though he slowly begins to chuckle; 

An audience, if you will. 

Have we..met before, perhaps? You look startlingly familiar, friend.