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phantomenby · 2 years

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Fearing the future

Could I have poly! Lost Boys with a GN! Reader who can predict the future? A polt of Y/N saving Marko + the others by not getting hurt by the Frog Brothers? That's when they kinda reveal their powers?

Mhm! Here you are <3

"Something on your mind dear?"

You turned to David, his eyes were reaching towards yours, the cold blue hue of his irises filled with concern as his hand on your hip squeezed softly.

He had noticed. Of course, he had noticed. Nothing got by your sweet David. For the past week, you had been in a daze, something weighing on your mind that you couldn't explain. It was something in relation to the gift you were hiding from them, but you yourself couldn't explain it.

Each day when they left you to retire to their home you sought out the pressure building in the front of your mind. Each time you were left even more disorientated and the pit in your chest grew.

It wouldn't clear, visions could be testy but this one was hiding from you, even when you pushed through the fog you were met with only small snippets that had been difficult to piece together.

Flashes of golden hair, screaming, golden eyes burning into yours as you held a body to your chest.

You had wanted to say something to your boys, wanting to confide in them. But you remembered the last time you had told someone of your unique ability, a month in a psych ward had prevented you from being open about it again, even after you moved out to live alone and away from your parent's scorn.

"No, I'm fine." He didn't believe you.

You were like an enigma to him, even when he was able to reach into your mind he was met with things so unfamiliar to him, things nothing could explain. They had assumed your imagination was hyperactive, your daydreaming occurred often when you were relaxing in their arms, so they never pushed knowing how delicate you could be.

He was leading you to where the boys were parked, having released Star into the crowd with Laddie so they could watch the new attraction, a half-naked jazz man with pants so tight little was left to the imagination.

When you arrived you were swiftly pulled into the arms of Marko, your sweet cherub. His cool forehead pressed to yours as he breathed you in before burying his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer, burrowing his nose into his shoulder as his lips ran along your neck and his other hand dug into your waist.

"Mmm, missed you," giggling you pressed a chaste kiss to his neck, relaxing in his arms as his chest let out a slow rumble, feeling Dwayne coming to your side and pressing his lips to your hair.

"I saw you two days ago-"

"Too long bambino," you couldn't help but agree with the brunette who had pressed his bare chest against your shoulder, nose buried in your scalp and running across it. It was a rare thing that you didn't see them every day, the last time it had happened you had left town for a week at the beginning of your relationship over a year ago. When you had returned to Santa Carla after your brother's wedding you were met with four very possessive men refusing to let you go, rubbing against you like cats.

"What have we got planned for tonight my loves?"

After the night that had just passed, you were more than happy to lay down in your own bed, pressing your face into the cool pillow to soothe your burning cheeks.

They had taken you around the boardwalk until Star was back with the young child who had come to see you as a parent figure, embracing the girl also who had talked to you about visiting the art store for her, wanting to make some new jewelry. You had happily agreed to do so, knowing how lonely it must get being the only girl surrounded by so many boys.

After she and Laddie had returned home the five of you had gone to the cliffs, Marko insisting on showing you a sweet stargazing spot he had found the night earlier when he was trying a new strain with Paul.

It was perfect, exhausting, but perfect. You had forgotten how much better you felt when you were around them, like a piece of a puzzle fitting perfectly into place, or a cog the machine of your relationship couldn't work without.

Now you had something else to do.

Once you had showered you began running the bath, filling it with lukewarm water and staying in only your dressing gown. In hope of rejuvenating yourself, you made a mug of strong overpowering coffee, needing the boost to keep you going for as long as possible.

When the water reached an inch or so below the rim of the tub you shed the gown and climbed in, wrapping the silk blindfold around your head and tying it tight at the back, finishing the ritual by plugging your ears and leaning back to let the water embrace you.

The familiar feeling encompassed your mind and you felt your heart slow, the thumping rhythm calming as blood rushed to your head.

Laughter

Familiar cackles from a languid blonde male who was throwing his head back as he raced his packmates, mocking the human who was trying to keep up with them.

"Come on Michael!"

Emerald eyes, golden curls, a devilish grin.

Marko.

It was your boys, all for of them, smiling like predators as they led the curly-haired brunette from earlier to their home. Taunting him as they weaved across the beach.

The scene moved, pulling you to the woods, feeling wind slap your face as bikes flew past you, watching your boyfriends propel themselves ahead uncaring of the dangerously unstable ground they were riding along.

A cliffside. The bluff.

A punch was thrown and three pairs of hands reached to hold back a figure.

White hair, a cheek unbruised from the hit. A smile that could haunt hell.

"How far are you willing to go Michael?"

Water burned your lungs as your body was propelled upwards, choking on the liquid as you leaned over the edge of the tub, heaving in pain as you tried to breathe.

When you finally calmed down you pressed your head to the side of the tub, cooling yourself, trying to process what you had seen.

"Holy shit..."

It was the first time you had seen something clear all week, so vivid the decision leading to such a situation was guaranteed. The events were to happen soon.

Thinking on it you decided to go for another round, draining the tub which was now tinged pink with blood that had poured from your nose. Repeating the ritual and lowering yourself in the slightly colder water, taking a deep breath and descending into another vision.

"How are those maggots, Michael?"

"What-?"

You tried not to gag as the brunette boy spat out the larvae onto the ground, turning away as they squirmed on the floor. When you looked back there was nothing there besides rice.

God...

This was even more disorientating than before. Everything was moving too quickly and it was then you realized you were becoming weakened as the vision went on. But you would persist. You had to.

"Drink Michael. Become one of us."

There it was. That odd bejeweled bottle you had seen before, one you had never been offered but always spotted shining in the cabinet beneath the wall of keys on the far end of the cave.

The boy grasped the bottle, feeling Star pressed up behind him, fear shining in her large doe eyes.

The room spun.

"-its blood."

Michael merely scoffed, taking a large swig and swallowing the cursed ambrosia, unknowingly changing his life forever.

The scene moved again, making you sway, something that shouldn't be possible in your astral form.

It was daytime now, the sun was shining through the holes in the ceiling of the cave and through the entranceway.

Four boys, Michael, and his curly-haired brother, two others you knew from the comic book store. Frogs.

They were dressed like soldiers, carrying flasks, knives, and wooden stakes..?

The pair jested, jumping around the cave in wonder, running over to Star and threatening her, making a lump form in your throat.

Why was this happening?

Michael stepped in, his screaming muffled as he fought to keep upright, leaning heavily on his smaller brother. Something was wrong with him, some sickness showing on the way his skin was flushed and pale.

You hadn't noticed the boys running to the small passageway, climbing through. The vision took you there, showing you the strange sight of your boys, your beloveds hanging there. It was inhuman, unnatural.

But you were unable to dwell on it for long, noticing how the two Frogs had the wooden weapons in their hands, the one with a red bandanna wrapped around his head stood in front of Marko.

His arm raised, shouting something your ears zoned out.

Your body lurched, your physical form gasping for breath. You refused to let go, eyes wide and your throat constricted.

His arm thrust forward, piercing your lover through his chest, sending glistening blood down below-

"NO!"

You had hardly slept, too anxious and scared. Your boys wouldn't return til the sun had set. Now you understood why.

So you sat in your bed, hair still drying from the bath and in a clean set of pajamas, stomach rumbling but being ignored in favor of watching the sun move across the sky.

An hour passed.

Then another.

And another, until the sky was finally dimming, now sporting pink and orange hues as the fiery light sunk below the horizon.

You hoped they would come. Hoped they would sense something amiss and seek you out. No matter how scary it would be you needed to do this, needed to confront them.

The sun had long since set, the stars sparkling above you. You counted them until you were bored, then you began finding constellations. Chewing on your lip you leant against the glass, eyes becoming teary and exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders.

They never came, the day now over and the night now passing much quicker. Letting your eyes slip closed you curled into a ball, keeping your window open just a little and burying yourself into the thick quilt you had brought with you. Darkness encompassed you, pulling you into darker dreams.

"Kitten.."

Someone was pulling on your shoulder, and you whined, pulling away as you tried to get back to sleep.

"Now little one come on."

The voice was urgent, familiar, and anxious.

Another hand grabbed your face, wiping away dried blood which had caked on your cheek, sliding down from your nose.

"Baby please...wake up"

The voices were becoming disjointed, trying to breach your consciousness.

A cold body climbed beside you, hands weaved into your hair and tugged, your only response was to lean closer and breath deeply.

"My love..."

Your eyes cracked open, meeting a chest covered with a mesh shirt. Paul.

"Little dove, where were you?" long fingers lifted your chin, bringing your blood-soaked face up to meet their own, pressing a thumb to your lips and against your teeth to ground you.

"Pup..." David warned from your other side, eyes boring into yours, a dangerous glare flashing behind concern, "why weren't you out tonight?"

You didn't answer, wrapping your arms around the pale blonde and tugging him towards you, burying your face into his stomach and taking panicked breaths.

Marko joined the three of you, shushing you and running his fingers through your hair and he kissed your jaw, licking away the red softly.

They stayed like that, soothing you and trying to bring you back to them, something had hurt you. Something they would put a stop to no matter what. Nothing was allowed to cause such fear in their mate.

"Little lamb," Dwayne was kneeling on the floor, meeting your tear-filled eyes as you pulled away from David slightly, "tell us, please."

His eyes were begging, his words pleading, taking a deep breath you began to speak, words cutting through sobs.

"Y-you-" Paul pressed his palm to your back, rubbing up and down against your spine, pushing you to breathe slowly.

Your next words made him freeze. Made them all stop still as they looked at you with grave concern.

"You, you d-died."

It pained you to say it, burned your throat as the words were forced out. Watching them in your vision, slowly one by one being taken out, each death painful and the images of your dear boys being reduced to nothing.

"Kitten..." You didn't meet Marko's eyes, still staring into Dwayne's as they glazed over, fear seizing your chest, "what do you mean we died?"

Once you had calmed down, after much reassuring that they weren't angry with you and soft touches from each of them, you were now curled on Markos lap after having latched onto him.

Your face was buried in his shoulder, knees pulled to your chest as his arms held you close, fingers running along your body like he was scared you would disappear any moment.

"Your visions, they aren't permanent?" It was the wrong word to use, but you knew what David meant. Can they be changed? Can we stop our deaths?

It was possible, decisions could sway, and fates were never truly decided.

Nodding you reached a hand out, grasping his cool ones which were bare, having removed his leather gloves once the feeling of them on his skin became irritable.

"The future can change, you just need to choose a different path, Michael-" you watched them all twitch, now less happy about their new brother, "he's involved, you need to talk to him."

Paul scoffed, "about what?"

Shuffling slightly to meet his gaze, feeling Marko's arms tighten around you, "about everything. You tricked him right? That's why he hates you, he loves Star and she was tricked too. They need to understand you're not in control. Maybe even..."

You trailed off but they knew what you were insinuating, there was one common denominator that led to everyone's suffering and destruction. Max.

The video store owner, a towering man who was odd and leery. He was the head, he had control, he was pulling the strings. The boys died because they thought they were in control, if they knew the truth you were sure they wouldn't attack your mates and the Frogs could be swayed.

"If we do this. If we kill him. There's no turning back."

Talking to Michael and Star wasn't easy, both struggling through their hunger and the former enraged by the boy's and Star's deceit. But he agreed to help, agreed to form an alliance. His humanity, Star's humanity, Laddie's humanity. All in return for the death of the sire and the safety of your boys.

The Frogs would be difficult, but they could be useful. Sam was close enough to the isolated pair that you were sure they would be happy to help.

Once they were in the cave, and no longer shouting profanities at the boys, a plan was formed.

"So...garlic really doesn't work?" Alan's lip was lifted in a grimace, watching the tall wild-haired blonde ripping through the large slice of cheesy garlic bread like a man starved, shuddering at his sharp grin.

"No, actually it's one of our favorites," Dwayne shrugged, Laddie leaning against him half asleep, enjoying what would most likely be one of their final moments together, "holy water does, we'll need to stock up on that, and I'm sure the old Emerson has enough wood to make stakes. We can trap him."

They all turned to David who had returned with Michael and Marko after scouting the Emerson home, learning the layout.

"When?"

David's mouth stretched, eyes glowing a fiery amber, "tomorrow."

Today was the day. Everything had been planned meticulously, even Lucy and Gramps were in on it.

The Emerson matriarch would return with Max from their date, lure him into the house under the pretense of a nightcap, then he would be trapped, and the boys would kill their sire and end their torment.

"It'll be ok love," David was holding your hand as you and the boys hid in one of the upstairs bedrooms, based on the soft bedding and dried flowers decorating the small space you assumed it was the mother's. His nose was pressed against your neck, listening to your racing heart, fluttering anxiously in your chest.

You nodded, "I know, I'm just-"

"Scared..." Paul finished your sentence, looking up at you from where his head was rested in your lap, baby blues shining from below. Once Marko's fate had passed he had managed to relax a little, knowing his closest packmate was safe from his fate. Now the other three would be too, there was no holy water bath, the stereo had been moved to another part of the house and David had no intention of fighting Michael.

You had chosen to hide until Max was firmly trapped, knowing he would sense something amiss too soon if he saw you all waiting for him. The entire house had been filled with various scents, blood from the dead animals in the gleaming red room, lavender from the garden out front, and at least three weed plants burned outside. It had sent everyone into a slight haze but the boys had scared them out of it.

Before you had arrived the boys had taken you down to the sea, so you could complete your ritual one more time. But you were met with nothing, darkness, and silence. Yes, it meant their fates had changed, but to what you couldn't know. The future was uncertain and your lives in the balance of the next few hours, determined by the death of the father.

"They're here" Marko spoke from beside the window, pulling back into the shadows, eyes glowing as they met yours.

It was time.

You all listened intently, twitching as sounds grew below you, the boys could hear better than you. When you heard Sam shout the boys lifted off the ground, being as silent as possible as you were carried by David, he left you at the top of the stairs before dropping down behind his sire.

Max's eyes widened, looking at his sons before his brows furrowed, a dark snarl ripping from his chest. From your position you couldn't see how his face changed, bones jutting out, teeth growing sharper until there was nothing human left of him at all.

"David. What is the meaning of this!"

His children did little more than smirk in response, and as Max turned he realised he was truly trapped, even if he flew away he could be weakened by the boys and the half-vampire, Star, who was smiling devilishly. Even Michael looked a little scared of her.

The beast moved faster than you could see, swiping and growling, pushing away the humans and leaving him surrounded by those who he could try and influence. But it did not work. Regardless of the blood bond, he was no longer truly in control, never again would he be able to force their minds. Defeat and an ounce of fear flashed in his animalistic features.

With a mighty roar he charged, lunging his large form towards the vicious brunette who had been circling him like a panther, arms outstretched and claws sharp.

Max did not reach your love, his arms were seized, wrapped tight by the blondes who dug their talons into his tough flesh.

His eldest, David, climbed upon his shoulders, jaw open wide.

He bit down, his fangs pressing into Max's throat, inciting a scream from the older man. But his arms were restricted, and he was weak. So David's teeth tore, biting harshly until the skin pulled apart and blood sprayed into his white hair.

Max's head fell, tossed to the side and frozen in an expression of torment.

He was dead. His body crumpled to the ground. His second death complete.

"You'll get cold if you stay like that little dove," arms wrapped around you, pulling you against a naked chest, soft curls brushing against your shoulders as the person behind you arched his head forward to kiss your cheek.

You hummed, leaning back, enjoying the waves lapping against you.

Hours had passed, and the night would end soon. It was over faster than expected.

David had insisted on cleaning himself, feeling dirty with his ex-sire's blood. Dragging you down to the ocean himself and stripping you with him before pulling you beneath the waves, holding you close as he let your scent cover the one he hated most.

"It's over," Marko smiled into your skin, a hand sliding up your body and encompassing your cheek, turning your face so your eyes would meet his own. He was quiet for a moment, eyes searching yours, full of love and promises. When he spoke he simply mirrored your own words, a reassuring confirmation you would carry with you for some time.

"It's over."

#tlb #the lost boys #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #paul tlb #tlb 1987

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lacrimis · 6 years

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Helmut Fischer was the son of a businessman and a tailor and grew up in the Munich district of Neuhausen in Donnersbergerstraße 50a, where he also went to school. When the secondary school rejected him, he joined Otto Falckenberg's drama school, which he quit after a short time. In the subsequent period Fischer worked as a theater actor. In 1952 was his stage debut at the Würzburg city theatre as Albrecht III in Friedrich Hebbel's Agnes Bernauer. The reviews were devastating.

For almost 20 years Fischer remained largely unknown and had to deal with minor supporting roles. Among other things, he worked at the Munich "Oktoberfest" at the Zuban show as part of a zebra's behind. In 1953 he married the dancer Utta Martin, with whom he lived up to his death (44 years). In 1961 saw the actor's debut in Bavarian Television: as a hairdresser in Ludwig Thoma's comedy Die Lokalbahn. Fischer described himself as "terrible" and said in retrospect: "Richtig g'schämt hab' ich mich, wie überzogen ich damals g'spielt hab (I was terribly ashamed about my totally excessive acting)". As he was under-worked with acting alone, Fischer also worked as a film critic for the Munich Abendzeitung.

In 1972 he played in the Bavarian Television's first episode of the Tatort series, as assistant to then-time Inspector Veigl (played by Gustl Bayrhammer). When Veigl was "retired" in 1981, Fischer was "promoted" to Commissioner Ludwig Lenz and as such he solved a total of seven cases until 1987. In 1974 Helmut Fischer, in his favourite café Münchner Freiheit met director Helmut Dietl. The latter recognised his friend's true talent and in 1980 gave him a major role in the TV series Der ganz normale Wahnsinn in which Fischer for the first time got to play a manquéed playboy.

Memorial for "Monaco Franze" (Helmut Fischer) at Münchner Freiheit The final breakthrough came in 1983 with Helmut Fischer's series Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz. Again Helmut Dietl was the director, Patrick Süskind cooperated on the scripts to almost all episodes. In the series, which has now reached cult status among fans, Fischer alongside Ruth Maria Kubitschek, Christine Kaufmann, Karl Obermayr [de] and Erni Singerl [de] in inimitable way embodied an easygoing dandy, charmer and ladies' men, who always manages to master awkward situations with a sheepy smile. Famous sayings by the character role like "A bisserl was geht immer (Anything goes)" were adapted into daily language use. Matching this, Fischer also recorded a successful single titled "Spatzl (Schau wia i schau)) (Sweetheart (Look like I'm looking))".

From now on, the actor was busy with roles whose character were always based on Stenz though. Until the end of his life Fischer kept assuring that the figure of Monaco Franze had nothing to do with his real life. In the mid-1980s, Fischer played with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow in the two Zärtliche Chaoten films, from 1987 to 1992 he could be seen as "Josefbärli" along Veronika Fitz and Ilse Neubauer in the series Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper). Fischer enjoyed his last success in the series Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A castle on the Wörthersee), where he played the absentminded estate manager Leo Laxeneder, and as the fictitious mayor of Hohenwaldau, Peter Elfinger in Peter and Paul alongside Hans Clarin.

In 1993 Helmut Fischer was diagnosed with cancer. He kept this diagnosis largely secret, only his wife Utta knew about it. In 1996, the actor underwent treatment by the well-known and controversial cancer specialist Julius Hackethal. In November he celebrated his 70th anniversary with a great number of friends and colleagues. At the occasion the told the press: "Das Leben macht sich ja mehr und mehr aus dem Staub (Life is more and more buzzing off)". Eight months later Fischer, to the surprise of the common public, died in Chiemgau. More than 1,000 people participated in the funeral service at the mortuary of Munich's northern cemetery and the subsequent funeral at the Bogenhausen cemetery (gravesite no. 2-4-2) on 19 June 1997. In his funeral speech Munich's Lord Mayor Christian Ude, a friend and neighbour of Fischer, said: "... Populär war er in ganz Deutschland - in München wurde er geliebt. (He was popular throughout Germany - in Munich, he was loved.)"

Filmography :

1958 – Cherchez la femme (Curse the Women); with Helen Vita

1959 – Hunting Party; with Angelika Meissner and Wolf Albach-Retty

1960 – Oh! This Bavaria!; with Liesl Karlstadt and Ludwig Schmid-Wildy

1960 – Die vor die Hunde gehen (Those Who go to the Dogs)

1962 – Florence und der Zahnarzt (Florence and the Dentist)

1970 – Der Röhm-Putsch (Night of the Long Knives); with Hans Korte and Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – Sachrang (Order of the Case); with Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – The Unicorn

1978 - Derrick - Season 05, Episode 04: "Ein Hinterhalt"

1979 – Blauer Himmel, den ich nur ahne (Blue Heavens which I can but sense); with Jörg Hube and Hans Stadtmüller

1979 – Der Durchdreher; Director: Helmut Dietl

1980 – Die Undankbare (The Ungrateful)

1984 – Mama Mia – Nur keine Panik [de] (Mamma mia - don't panic); with Uschi Glas and Thomas Gottschalk

1987 – Hexenschuß (Lumbago); with Birte Berg and Beppo Brem

1987 – Zärtliche Chaoten (Tender Chaotics); with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow

1988 – Starke Zeiten (Hard Times); with Karl Dall, Hans-Joachim Kulenkampff and David Hasselhoff

1988 – Zärtliche Chaoten 2; with Thomas Gottschalk und Michael Winslow

1989 – Jede Menge Schmidt (Lots of Schmidt); with Anja Schüte

1992 – Der Unschuldsengel (Innoncent as an Angel); with Hans Clarin and Iris Berben

1993 – Probefahrt ins Paradies (Test Run to Paradise)

1995 – Drei in fremden Kissen (Three in Foreign Sheets); with Hans Brenner and Fritz Wepper

1996 – Drei in fremden Betten (Three in foreign Beds); with Fritz Wepper and Heidelinde Weis

1997 – Fröhlich geschieden (Happily divorced); with Rainhard Fendrich

TV series :

Funkstreife Isar 12 (Patrol Car Isar 12); with Wilmut Borell and Karl Tischlinger

Graf Yoster gibt sich die Ehre (Count Yoster); with Lukas Ammann and Wolfgang Völz

1972–1981 – Tatort; as Kommissar Veigl's (Gustl Bayrhammer) assistant Ludwig Lenz, with Willy Harlander

1981–1987 – Tatort; as Hauptkommissar Ludwig Lenz

Tatort series as visiting commissioner in:

1968 – Die seltsamen Methoden des Franz Josef Wanninger (The Strange Methods of F. J. Wanninger) - Die Beschützer(The Protectors); TV police series

1972 – Gestern gelesen (Read Yesterday)

1978 – Derrick - Ein Hinterhalt (An Ambush); TV police series with Horst Tappert and Fritz Wepper

1979 and 1986/1987 – Der Millionenbauer (The Million Mark Farmer); with Walter Sedlmayr and Veronika Fitz

1979 – Fast wia im richtigen Leben (Almost like Real Life); with Gerhard Polt

1979 – Der ganz normale Wahnsinn (The Ordinary Madness)

1982 – Meister Eder und sein Pumuckl - Die abergläubische Putzfrau (The Superstitious Cleaner); Children's series

1983 – Krimistunde (Thriller Time)

1983 – Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz; with Ruth Maria Kubitschek

1983 – Unsere schönsten Jahre (Our best Years); with Uschi Glas and Elmar Wepper

1986 – Das Traumschiff (The Dreamliner); guest role

1986 – Rette mich, wer kann (Save Me who Can!); with Gundi Ellert

1987–1992 – Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper); with Veronika Fitz

1992 – Lilli Lottofee [de] (roughly: Lilli the Lottery Game Fairy); with Senta Berger

1992–1993 – Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A Castle on Wörthersee); with Uschi Glas

1993–1994 – Peter und Paul (Peter and Paul); series with Hans Clarin

1996 – Wir Königskinder; with Fritz Wepper

1972 Münchner Kindl

1973 Weißblaue Turnschuhe (White and blue Sneakers)

1973 Tote brauchen keine Wohnung (Dead Persons need no Flat)

1974 3:0 für Veigl (3-0 for Veigl)

1975 Als gestohlen gemeldet (Reported stolen)

1975 Das zweite Geständnis (The second Confession)

1976 Wohnheim Westendstraße (Westendstraße Boarding House)

1977 Das Mädchen am Klavier (The Girl at the Piano)

1977 Schüsse in der Schonzeit (Shots during Closed Season)

1978 Schlußverkauf (Sale-out)

1978 Schwarze Einser (Black Ones)

1979 Ende der Vorstellung (End of the Show)

1979 Maria im Elend (Miserable Maria)

1980 Spiel mit Karten (A Card Game)

1981 Usambaraveilchen (Saintpaulias)

1981 Im Fadenkreuz (In the Crosshairs)

1982 Tod auf dem Rastplatz (Death on the resting place)

1983 Roulette mit sechs Kugeln (Roulette with six Bullets)

1984 Heißer Schnee (Hot Snow)

1985 Schicki Micki (Fancy)

1987 Die Macht des Schicksals (The Power of Fate)

1987 Gegenspieler (Opponent)

1976 Transit ins Jenseits (Transit to the Afterlife)

1977 Wer andern eine Grube gräbt (Harm set, Harm get)

1979 Der King (The King)

1987 Wunschlos tot (Perfectly Dead)

Stage plays :

1952 – Agnes Bernauer - at the Würzburg city theatre

1953 – Diener zweier Herren (Servant of Two Masters) - am Stadttheater Würzburg

1964 – Die großen Sebastians (The Great Sebastians) - at the Kleine Komödie in Munich

1966 – Italienische Nacht (Italian Night) - at Residenz Theatre

1969-1970 – Jagdszenen aus Niederbayern (Hunting Scenes from Lower Bavaria) - Münchner Kammerspiele

1975 – Fast wie ein Poet (Almost like A Poet) - at Residenz Theatre - Director: Rudolf Noelte

1984-1985 – Waldfrieden (Peace in the Woods) - Münchner Volkstheater

1984-1985 – Die Brautschau (Looking for a Wife) - am Münchner Volkstheater mit Hans Brenner

On Fischer's favourite spot in the garden of café Münchner Freiheit in Schwabing, a bronze monument by Nicolai Tregor Jr. was revealed which depicts Fischer in his famous role as Monaco Franze.

#helmut fischer #deutschland #europe #monaco #bavaria #tombstone #munchen #münchen #munich #graveyard #grave #tomb #death #monument #filmography

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blogparanormalexpresso2stuff · 7 years

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Australian Poltergeist Paperback – September 1, 2014

by Tony Healy (Author), Paul Cropper

Objects thrown by invisible hands, showers of stones that pass through solid walls and ceilings, sudden, inexplicable fires, wall-shaking raps and thumps, creepy voices from nowhere ... Mind-boggling poltergeist events have occurred all over the world for hundreds of years. While many books have been written about notable foreign cases and about the phenomenon in general, this is the first book to focus entirely on the Australian experience. PAUL CROPPER and TONY HEALY have investigated all manner of strange phenomena, both in Australia and overseas, since the mid-1970s and have collaborated on many projects, notably in co-authoring Out of the Shadows: Mystery Animals of Australia (1994) and The Yowie (2006). Since witnessing the amazing Humpty Doo, Northern Territory, episode of 1998, they have visited other polt-infested sites and interviewed many people who have lived though similar weird and wonderful experiences. In AUSTRALIAN POLTERGEIST they cover in detail eleven of this country's most remarkable episodes and, in a comprehensive Catalogue of Cases, document every other incident in their Australian files - dating from as far back as 1845!

#paranormal #australia

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hammondcast · 8 years

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Summer of Love 50th People Gathered in Support of Boots Hughston Park Permit Hearing Which was Denied Flashback to 40th from Jon Hammond

San Francisco CA -- Summer of Love 50th People Gathered in Support of Boots Hughston Park Permit Hearing Which was Denied Flashback to 40th from Jon Hammond Photo credit Chris Smith - L to R Jon Hammond, Donny Baldwin, David Freiberg (Jefferson Starship) earlier today at San Francisco City Hall #WATCHMOVIE HERE: Summer of Love 50th People Gathered in Support of Boots Hughston Park Permit Hearing Which was Denied Flashback to 40th from Jon Hammond Jon's archive https://archive.org/details/JonHammondWestFestPt2of2byJonHammondHammondCastKYOURadio Part 2 of 2 West Fest Celebration of 40th Anniversary of Woodstock free concert in Speedway Meadows Golden Gate Park Oct. 25, 2009 covered by Jon Hammond HammondCast KYOU Radio releasing of the doves, Jefferson Starship, Lester Chambers, El Chicano, Paul Lobster Wells, Bruce Lattimer shots by Mr. Hammond backstage and from crowd going to #29 bus ©JON HAMMOND Intl. - special thanks Boots Hughston, Terence Hallinan photo credit: Jude Gold / Ipek Davaz, Designer Wow...Rock Historic Photo from Chris Smith this morning folks!: "Chris Smith Donny speaks! He actually had no idea they were going to ask him to speak. He totally improvised and hit it out of the park. Go Donny! Peace and love! ❤️ (Donny Baldwin)" San Francisco City Hall -- 50th Anniversary Summer of Love of Love Support for Boots Hughston permit hearing - Jefferson Starship's Donny Baldwin, David Freiberg , Chris Smith keyboards for Starship - photo: Jon Hammond - if all goes smooth we'll see ya' June 4th in Golden Gate Park for the big gig folks! "Summer of Love Event Permit Hearing Open to Public 10am February 16th in Room 416 San Francisco City Hall, show up! Jon Hammond c u there" http://jonhammondband.com/blog.html/summer_of_love_event_permit_hearing_open_to_public_10am_february_16th_in_room_416_san_francisco_city_hall_show_up_jon_hammond_c_u_there/ Photo by Lawrence Gay -- Jon Hammond Tomorrow folks! 50th Anniversary Summer of Love Event Permit Hearing Open to Public 10am February 16th in Room 416 San Francisco City Hall, show up! Jon Hammond c u there http://jonhammondband.com/blog.html/summer_of_love_event_permit_hearing_open_to_public_10am_february_16th_in_room_416_san_francisco_city_hall_show_up_jon_hammond_c_u_there/ Summer of Love Event Permit Hearing Open to Public 10am February 16th in Room 416 San Francisco City Hall, show up! c u there, Jon Hammond Breaking News By Sam Whiting folks / SFGATE http://www.sfchronicle.com/art/article/Parks-commission-gives-Summer-of-Love-anniversary-10938889.php?cmpid=gsa-sfgate-result Park Commission says no to Summer of Love anniversary concert By Sam Whiting, San Francisco ChronicleFebruary 16, 2017 Updated: February 16, 2017 7:02pm Julius Karpen, who was the manager for Big Brother and the Holding Company, speaks at a rally by supporters of a proposed Summer of Love concert on the steps of City Hall in San Francisco, Calif. on Thursday, Feb. 16, 2017 before attending a meeting of the Recreation and Park Commission to appeal a decision to deny a 50th anniversary concert in Golden Gate Park. Photo: Paul Chinn, The Chronicle: A City Hall rally followed by two hours of impassioned testimony that included a man on his knees begging and a sing-along to “Give Peace a Chance” failed to convince the San Francisco Recreation and Park Commission that it should allow a free 50th anniversary Summer of Love concert in Golden Gate Park. By a unanimous vote Thursday, the commission upheld a staff decision to deny promoter Boots Hughston a permit for his planned June 4 event at the Polo Field in Golden Gate Park. Because of concerns over public safety, traffic, lack of organization and a wildly fluctuating crowd-size estimate, Hughston was advised to find a partner with more concert promotion experience and submit a new application. This almost certainly means a free concert will not happen during the 50th anniversary of the Summer of Love, he said. “We’ve given them everything already, but I’m willing to do it again,” Hughston said after the vote. He promised to resubmit an application, “but I don’t see what difference that will make.” Hughston said he has spent nine months on the event and planned to pay the $200,000 cost out of pocket. Because he had put on a 40th anniversary Summer of Love celebration in the park, he believed his permit probably would be granted and announced the concert a few weeks ago. Performers were to include Eric Burdon and War, and the original rhythm section of the Santana Blues Band. But his permit application had not been approved, and on Feb. 7 Rec and Park sent Hughston a terse rejection letter. Turns out the bands were no more agreeable than Rec and Park. Michael Carabello, conga drummer with the original Santana band, read about the show in The Chronicle and called to say, “This is the first I’ve heard of it.” On Facebook, Burdon’s wife and manager, Marianna Burdon, wrote: “This world is full of deluded characters spreading false information for their own opportunistic purposes. ... Eric was never confirmed, as I declined the appearance immediately and the fact is, War was never even mentioned in our discussion.” But Hughston had another Eric up his sleeve: Clapton. His name was bandied about, along with the Dalai Lama, at Thursday’s hearing. The day had started with great promise. After the rain, about 100 flower children — yes, they still exist — carried placards to the steps of City Hall. After a rally, they checked their placards at the door and proceeded to a fourth-floor hearing room. The capacity of 63 was soon met. When commission President Mark Buell asked how many planned to testify, 63 hands went up. So he set a two-minute maximum for each speaker. “That should get us out of here by late tonight,” he said. When advised of these rules, Brian Rohan, who described himself as a “hippie lawyer” starting with client Ken Kesey, said, “I understand what the rules are. I’ve been breaking every rule in this city for 40 years.” But everyone calmed down and was nearly put to sleep by a long budget discussion that preceded the appeal. Many of the speakers, who overflowed into a secondary room, took their full two minutes just to give their Summer of Love credentials, though none could top Buell’s own. Not only was he here, he said, but also his stepdaughter was born during the Summer of Love. Her name is Summer Tompkins. One by one they lined up to vouch for the reputation of Hughston, 68, a real estate flipper living in Mill Valley who was a colleague of the late Family Dog promoter Chet Helms. “The whole world is watching us. How can we not have a Summer of Love concert?” said Trina Robbins, 78. “The worst thing that might happen is that a bunch of senior citizens get stoned on pot.” The thought of this reduced Ann Cohen, one of the founders of the San Francisco Oracle underground newspaper, to tears. “We are all in our 60s and 70s,” she pleaded, “and we want to do it again one more time.” But even tears could not stop Boots from getting the boot. Which is rare, because of the 55,000 Rec and Park permits sought each year, less than 1 percent are denied. “The commission did not deliberate for one second,” said Kenneth Wine, attorney for Hughston. “This was a setup from the get-go.” Wine said he is advising Hughston to take the Summer of Love to Oakland. “Whatever heart was beating in San Francisco got put to rest by the Park Commission today,” Wine said. Sam Whiting is a San Francisco Chronicle staff writer. Email: [email protected] Instagram: @sfchronicle_art See Boots Hughston pleads his case for a Summer of Love anniversary concert: http://bit.ly/2lpfqA6 Mill Valley CA -- Very powerful photo of my friends Nick Gravenites and Julius Karpen at Memorial for my old friend Ron Polte - 2 icons of Blues and Rock, #NickGravenites @NickGravenites (The Electric Flag) #JuliusKarpen (Manager of Big Brother and The Holding Company) transplanted to California from Chicago just as myself and Ron as well - great to see Nick & Julius! Jon Hammond http://jonhammondband.com/blog.html/breakfast_with_ron_rest_in_peace_ron_polte_manager_of_quicksilver_ace_of_cups_wild_west_fest__jon_hammond/ "Breakfast with Ron, rest in peace Ron Polte manager of Quicksilver Messenger Service - Band, Ace of Cups, Wild West Fest - Jon Hammond" "-- RIP my friend Ron Polte - manager of Quicksilver, Ace of Cups, Wild West Fest - Jon Hammond (my band opened for Copperhead on one of the very few live gigs they played in 1972 at The Longbranch Saloon) Tam Junction and Piatti Mill Valley Restaurant - Breakfast with Ron, rest in peace Ron Polte - Jon Hammond : *Note: We had a lot of fun in the old days at 759 Harrison Street San Francisco when we shared rehearsal space with The Quicksilver Messenger Service at Bruce Hatch's San Francisco Radical Laboratories aka SF Rad Lab in years 1968 / 1969 (not to be confused with radiation lab folks! I am still in touch with QSM guitarist Gary Duncan, sending my condolences Gary! - JH" Jon Hammond goes organic with the Osterizer model 442 Beehive classic blender....danger I'm back in the kitchen folks! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osterizer Osterizer is a brand which has been used by Oster Manufacturing for its line of blenders since 1946. It is claimed to be the first mainstream brand of blender,[1] though technically the Waring blender brand was introduced in 1937. In 1946, Oster acquired the Stevens Electric Company, which had received a patent on the liquifying blender in 1922. Oster itself was bought by Sunbeam Corporation in 1960. Osterizer blenders tended towards heavy construction and motors. While this raised cost, many early-model Osterizers still function today, and are more powerful than a majority of contemporary consumer blenders. Oster Platinum Face 60-Minute Timer celebrated the 80th Anniversary on December 2010. - Oster Anaheim, California -- Good to see my friend Achim Gleissner at Winter NAMM Show! Jon Hammond #Sennheiser #evolutionmicrophone http://jonhammondband.blogspot.com/2016/09/sennheiser-evolution-microphone-jon.html Sennheiser evolution microphone Jon Hammond Breakfast Interview I am deeply saddened to lose my good friend and fellow musician Rudy Lawless folks - Rudy Sheriff Lawless - Rudy was a shining light of inspiration and my go to man for council for many years - he played with more dynamics than any drummer I've ever played with and right up until the end he was taking his drums all around NYC on the same Kart-A-Bag wheels we all use - most generous and swinging cat...my heart goes out to Gloria and all those who loved Rudy - Rest In Peace Rudy! Sincerely, Jon Hammond Session at Canopus Drums NAMM Show with Arno and Heinz - Photos by Lawrence Gay http://jonhammondband.com/blog.html/namm_show_canopus_drums_session_by_jon_hammond/ NAMM Show Canopus Drums Session by Jon Hammond #WATCHMOVIE HERE: NAMM Show Canopus Drums Session by Jon Hammond Jon's archive https://archive.org/details/NAMMShowCanopusDrumsSession Youtube https://youtu.be/noZRV3WW7OQ Vimeo https://vimeo.com/200553239 NAMM Show 2017, Camera Credit: Jesse Gay, thanks Jesse! -- Thanks to our good friends at Canopus Drums for the Organ Trio Session today with Heinz Lichius drums, Arno Haas tenor saxophone, Jon Hammond organ - powered by TecAmp USA neo bass cabinet - and beautiful Italian designer Keyboard Stand by Bespeco Professional, Alex Mingmann Hsieh / P. Mauriat 保爾‧莫莉亞 Taiwan Terence Hallinan SF DA pic by Jon Hammond HammondCast Summer of Love 40 special guest Boots Hughston http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-318893 By hammondcast | Posted August 23, 2009 | San Francisco, California *LISTEN TO HammondCast HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzxbtNsPovo HammondCast 129 KYOU Radio, special guest BOOTS HUGHSTON organizer of Summer of Love 40th and West Fest - the Woodstock 40th anniversary celebration in San Francisco, LYDIA PENSE & COLD BLOOD "Face The Music", "It Could Be YOU", TERRY HAGGERTY & SONS OF CHAMPLIN "Things Are Getting Better", JAMES BROWN "I'll Lose My Mind" James at the organ, BILL DOGGETT "High Heels" JON HAMMOND "White Onions" © www.HammondCast.com Anaheim, California -- Sunday Blues and Jazz Session in Hammond Suzuki NAMM Stand 5104 with Jon Hammond at the Sk1 Hammond organ, Joe Berger guitar, Chuggy Carter percussion, Koei Tanaka master chromatic harmonica player from Tokyo aka Suzuki Santa - Photos by Lawrence Gay co-producer of West Coast Live Radio Show http://jonhammondband.com/blog.html/summer_of_love_event_permit_hearing_open_to_public_10am_february_16th_in_room_416_san_francisco_city_hall_show_up_jon_hammond_c_u_there/ NAMM Show - Hammond Organ USA- Suzuki Musical Instruments Awesome photos by Lawrence Gay - Joe Berger playing in Hammond Organ USA Stand number 5104 at NAMM Show traditional Sunday Session, - we'll all be playing Feb. 22nd Memorial bash in memory of Gregg Gronowski at Arcada Theatre - hope to see you there! http://youtube.com/jonhammondband L to R Jon Hammond - Donny Baldwin - David Freiberg Donny Baldwin, David Freiberg, Jon Hammond, Summer of Love 50th, #SFCityHall #BootsHughston #HammondOrgan #RockHistory

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