What we had was ...

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Pretty awesome.  I was looking for a photo for a post and ended up at the NYTimes obit article on Robert Vaughn's passing.  In reading some comments on the article I found this one.  I have to wonder if she's among those who read and/or write fan fiction for MFU.  Here's what Rosa had to say:

rosa

ca November 15, 2016

To a young woman, at the time those two men, Vaughn and McCallum, were the epitome of class, sex and intelligence.
THEY WERE HOT!!!
They weren't the men of my father's generation: Clark Gable, Gregory Peck, etc.
The role they played was active, brainy, quick. They weren't 'seducers' of the ladies, they had no time for that, but they met their ladies as equals and we suspected had a far, far better time.
And they were elegant.
No baseball caps and t-shirts for them.
Their shirts had collars, their hair wasn't hidden. No buzz-cut for them.
I look at the ads that flash by on my tv today and these two aren't there.
Their bodies aren't soft from pizza and soda.
They have no squeaky high voices (what is it with that?) or thick lenses.
Vaughn and McCallum made men look good!
They weren't slobs, slobs that somehow (I'm supposed to believe) have magnificent women drooling over them.
Oh, I feel sad for today's young woman.
So few young men have that spark, and Hollywood and tv no longer find any value in it anyways. Men and boys are presented as little boys: bumblers that drool over women, mostly just their body parts - they could care less about her brain; you suspect they are not too clean, their hair is greasy; and they are just not that terribly bright.
Men should rise up and demand that Hollywood and tv write better roles for them!
Stop making them look stupid and fat!
Down with baseball caps and t-shits!
Up with elegance and brains!
Claim your man-way!
Don't be used!

I know it's Wednesday...

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But I woke up and had this notion of exploring the idea of Yin and Yang as it applies to Solo and Kuryakin.  So...
What about an Impromptu Challenge, which you can use as a prompt for a drabble or something longer?


and
( the prompt... )

"Rock and Roll" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!"

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A double drabble...My muse has been liking a lot of words lately so doing this was tough. Got it down to 200 words, forget a regular drabble as she just won't let me go there. lol!

Kuryakin was behind the wheel of their motorpool car and he was driving at a good clip with the radio blasting, singing along with the song that was playing. It was a sunny day he was in an unusually good mood.

“I can't wait forever, Even though you want me to, I can't wait forever even though you want me to... Time won't let me, ohh…”

Solo, in the passenger seat tried changing the station, but Illya slapped his hand.

“Stop! I am enjoying this song.”

“I’m not. I like Mantovani or Bacharach.”

“Tsk”

“Well I prefer easy listening to rock and roll.”

“I am driving, I control the radio.”

“Since when?”

“New rule.

“Hmmh!” Napoleon gave him the cold shoulder for the rest of the journey, ruining Illya's mood.

On the return trip, Napoleon drove and reached to tune the radio to ‘his’ station.

Kuryakin again slapped his hand. “New, new rule. Passenger controls radio. Now keep your eyes on the road before you get us lost.”

Double Drabble - Vexation, Illya Is Your Name

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So we have yin and yang, blond and brunet... Illya and Napoleon.
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"What will you have?"

"What do you think?"

Napoleon paused, wondering why he had even asked. Then again, a man might change his drink occasionally.

"Well, I just thought you might want some bourbon for a change."

Illya rolled his eyes, his default response to Napoleon's inane comments.

"I do not like bourbon, in spite of its origins.  Horses I like, but I'll have vodka, thank you."

Now Napoleon was totally flummoxed.

"What are you talking about?"

Illya looked sideways at his friend, then caught the drift, so to speak.

"Ah, well… Bourbon is from Kentucky, famous for horses and, of course, Bourbon."

"But why, I mean… why tell me that you like horses while refusing to drink my bourbon?"

A heavy sigh accompanied the reply.

"I was merely pointing out to you, my friend, that in spite of liking the environs from which the drink emerged, which includes the famous thoroughbreds of the region, I do not enjoy bourbon."

Napoleon shrugged in defeat.  He was a reasonable man, knowledgable about many things and patient beyond normal endurance.  But sometimes the Russian made him want to throw something… at Illya.

"So, you're having vodka?"

"On second thought, I'll have bourbon."

"You could hear a pin drop." for the Impromptu Challenge and a drabble too!

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Solo and Kuryakin made their way out of the building; as usual Napoleon was untouched, his clothing perfect and not a hair out of place.

Illya however, was covered in dust and debris, his hair was filled with plaster bits. His white shirt was rumpled and grey, his navy blue suit, though ill fitting to Napoleon, might not be salvageable.

“You’re a real mess Illya.”

“No thanks to you. If you had arrived when you should have then I would not have been caught in the explosion.’

“Sorry, your suit’s ruined tovarisch.”

“My suit? This is yours...I borrowed it.”

The Same Coin - A Little Drabble Do Ya! (with added impromptu prompt) - April 18th

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They were from different sides of the cold war; one an American, the other Russian. One was always well polished and dapper, and the other, while not scruffy, was not so concerned with appearance. The American was gregarious, open-hearted, and warm. Due to circumstances of childhood, the Russian was reserved, reticent, and perceived to be cold.

“Illya, down!”

As the Russian dropped, he was able to take out the man who was about to kill Napoleon, while the American did the same for Illya.

They were very different people, yet they were perfectly matched, and in tune with one another.