#Private Schulz

[glennk56]

Declan Mulholland in the 1980s.

Declan Mulholland, 1980, in Hawk the Slayer.

Declan Mulholland playing an FBI Agent in UK TV MiniSeries, Oppenheimer in 1980.

Declan Mulholland in an episode of Private Schulz, a comedic crime drama in 1981.

Declan Mulholland in Time Bandits with John Cleese in 1981.

Declan Mulholland was hired to play Jabba the Hutt in The Empire Strikes Back. He did a scene with Harrison Ford, complete with costuming and set. As it turns out, George Lucas was unsure how he was going to portray Jabba. He really didn't want a human to play him, he thought he would replace Declan in the scene with a stop-action animated Jabba. In the end he cut this scene and used a giant slug-like puppet as Jabba. Some say that Lucas did initially plan to have Declan play Jabba after William Hootkins turned down the role, but it wasn't working out with Declan.

[zippocreed501]

Michael Elphick as Private Gerhard Schulz and Ian Richardson as Major Neuheim

Private Schulz (1981)

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hiii! Can you do a softish Lesso x Fem Reader where Lesso takes Reader's virginity pleeease?? 🖤🖤

Heyyyy anon!! We love some Soft!Lesso content 🥹 And I would love to write this for you ��🖤 Here’s a song to go along with it 🫰🏻💞

Blazing Care in Your Eyes ~Soft!Leonora Lesso xFem Virgin!Professor!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, kissing, virgin!reader, teasing, eating out, strap-fucking, praise kink, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

Toying with you had become Lesso’s favorite pastime as of late. You always squirmed under her gaze and she adored all the reactions that she could pull from you with little to no effort on her end.

On a particular day, Lesso had slipped in toward the end of one of your classes, to watch you teach. You were immediately affected by the red heads presence, stuttering your way through the last five minutes of your lesson.

“Class dismissed…!” you finally exclaimed as the clock struck time.

But the red head didn’t leave. No, she stayed in the back of your classroom until all the students had filed out. Then she made her way to you desk, where you were sitting.

“Hey there, little one…” Lesso purred, gazing intently at you.

God, her nicknames sent chills down your spine…

You gulped and felt the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Hi…” you breathily chocked out, barely being able to make eye contact with the dean.

Lesso took it further, leaning over the desk and cupping your chin to look up at her. Your breath hitched. Lesso’s gaze met yours and something in her eyes clicked. Next thing you knew, Lesso’s lips were on yours. You froze. Lesso immediately sensing your panic, pulled away with a soft look of concern.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked… Are you alright?” She gently asked, confusion lacing her tone.

“No no, it’s ok…!” You gushed out, your face flushed red with embarrassment, “It’s just…”

Lesso desperately awaited your words.

“I’ve never done anything before…” you said in a dead whisper.

“You’re a virgin?” She deadpanned, her words coming out harsher than she had intended.

You bit your lip and and nodded shamefully.

“Hey hey, it’s alright, little one…” Lesso rushed around the desk, kneeling in front of you and cupping your hands in hers.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with…” she gently cooed, caressing your face lightly with her other hand.

You accepted her light, loving touches gladly. You’d been wanting the woman in front of you ever since you’d started teaching at the school…

“No, I want you…” you whispered back after a while.

At this, Lesso raised her head and met your gaze yet again.

“Are you sure, little one…?” She caringly asked.

You bit your lip yet again and nodded. At your confirmation, Lesso gently scooped you up and connected her lips to yours once again. You were hesitant in the kiss, and Lesso could sense it.

“Just follow my lead, little one…” she purred into the kiss.

You soon relaxed, melting into the red heads mouth, as she carried you to her private quarters. You whimpered as her tongue slid into your wet cavern. Once you were in Lesso’s bedroom, she broke the kiss to set you down on the bed. She then went to the door, closing and locking it.

“Before we continue, I want you to know that this can stop at any time, no questions asked.” Lesso spoke seriously.

“I understand.” You whispered.

“We’ll use safe words.” Lesso continued, “Say ‘red’ if you would like me to stop, say ‘yellow’ if you would like to check in or slow down, say ‘green’ if everything is alright, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good…” Lesso purred.

The red head then invaded your personal space again, which you accepted eagerly, having you straddle her lap. You instinctually bucked your hips into Lesso’s frame. You blushed furiously, but Lesso’s slight chuckle and quiet smile told you that it was ok. Her lips began nipping around your neck, leaving little bite marks in her wake. You breathily moaned as Lesso bit down a little to hard, drawing blood from your shoulder. At your response, the red head looked up at your with fiery eyes.

“You like that…?” She husked, her eyes a chasm of lust.

You bit your lips and nodded with even more blush re-flushing your face.

“Can I take your dress off, sweet one?”

“Yes please…” you panted, nodding vigorously.

Lesso’s skilled fingers we’re quick to rid you of your dress, throwing it aside to be forgotten for the night. As soon as more of your skin was exposed, Lesso’s hot mouth was all over you again. You moaned and bucked your hips into her lap even more.

“That’s it, sweet one, let me hear your pretty moans…” Lesso purred.

You began desperately fidgeting at Lesso’s jacket and top. Lesso chuckled, stopping you, only for her to remove her jacket and top for you. You tried not to stare at her breasts which filled her bra so nicely, but you couldn’t resist. Then she got up to quickly remove her trousers.

You whined at the loss of contact, but Lesso was back with you in a matter of seconds. Her lips crashed into your, stifling your whine. Her hands snuck to your back and your bra clip. But before Lesso could even ask, you were needily bucking your hips and whimpering, “Please Leo… please…” whole nodding frantically.

Lesso smirked at your reaction, and she swiftly undid your bra and it followed the rest of the articles to the floor. Lesso them made direct eye contact with you as her tongue attached to your left bud, swirling around your nipple teasingly. Your body instinctually arched into her touch.

“OhHhHh Fuck Leo…!” You breathily moaned out, the feeling of her hot mouth on your breasts sending waves of warmth through your entire body and straight to your core.

Lesso took her time, peppering hot, slobbery kisses down your entire body, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Oh God, Leo please…!!” You groaned, the red head now teasing your thighs with light butterfly kisses.

“Alright, little one…” Lesso purred, “May I take these off?” she asked, indicating to your soaked through knickers.

“Yes please God yes…!!” You mewled.

You expected Lesso to simply pull your knickers off with her fingers but then you felt her hot mouth on you yet again. Your head snapped up from its rolled back position to find Lesso pulling your knickers off with her teeth. Your pupils exploded, and your head was spinning so deliciously.

Could this woman get any sexier?!?

Finally, Lesso’s head dipped into you aching cunt, her tongue slowly lapping away at your folds. Your hand shot to her luscious red locks, holding on for dear life, as Lesso ate you out like a woman starved. Her pace picked up quickly as she drew strings of leud whimpers and moans from you.

“OHhHhHh God!!” You cried out, as the red head slipped her tongue inside your throbbing hole and began thrusting in and out of your core.

“That’s it, little one…” Lesso purred, “Doing so well for me…”

“Fuck fuck fuck…” you chanted, your eyes screwed shut and your head thrown back in pleasure.

“Eyes on my baby…” Lesso purred, “wanna see that pretty face of yours when you cum…”

Your hodded eyes fluttered open and your sights landed on Lesso in between your thighs. You melted even more at the sight.

“Please… please please…” you chanted, the coil tightening impossibly tight in your core.

“You wanna cum for me, little one…?” Lesso cooed.

You nodded frantically, only whimpers and incoherent mewls spewing from your lips at this point, as you were so overstimulated.

“Cum for me, sweet thing…” Lesso moaned into your pussy, rubbing the pad of her thumb in circles around your clit.

Her words plus the extra clit stimulus threw you over the edge into a tidal wave of an orgasm. Your legs clenched around Lesso’s head as she fucked you through your high. Your whole body spasmed as waves of hot, blinding pleasure crashed into you.

Through your high, Lesso watched you, drinking in your reaction and cleaning up your delicious juices. You winced slightly as she circled your clit one last time, before coming back to your lips. You met her cum filled lips happily, lightly moaning into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, panting for oxygen.

“Can you… wanna…” you breathlessly stuttered.

Lesso chuckled at your loss for words.

“What is it, Little one…?” She purred in your ear, making you even more flustered.

You shifted your hands to Lesso’s back and to her bra clip.

“Can we… take this off…?” You whispered, blushing furiously.

“OHhhHh, does somebody want to see my tits…?” Lesso teased, removing your hands and sitting up while you laid beneath her.

You looked away, furiously embarrassed and blushing. You nodded.

“Use your words, baby…” Lesso purred, snaking her hands around her back and to her bra strap.

“Yes please…” you whispered.

“Good girl…” Lesso praised.

She then unclipped her bra, letting the article fall and then proceeding to throw it off the bed. When you looked back at the red head, you couldn’t look away. Your breath hitched. And your pupils dialated. You quickly sat up inches away from the red head and her delicious breasts.

“Would you like to touch them…?” Lesso purred, cupping your chin to direct your eyes to hers for the moment.

You gulped.

“Yes… please…” you choked out.

Your nerves were going through the roof, but as Lesso came flush up against your body and guided your hands swell up against her breasts. As you palmed and massaged her tits, all your doubts slipped away for the time. She guided your fingers to her nipples, making her shudder.

“Wanna properly fuck you, baby…” Lesso groaned out, “Is that alright with you…?”

You immediately stopped at administrations at her words and stared at the red head. Your nerves kicked back in. The red head met your gaze again.

“I—Yes.. yes please…!” you eagerly whimpered.

“Alright, well why don’t you lay on the bed, while I go strap up…” she gently instructed you.

You bit your lip, letting go of your hold on her body, and nodded. You moved to the center of the bed, laying flat with your arms perching you up. Lesso went away into the bathroom for a minute and she returned wearing nothing but a purple strap.

You gulped. Before Lesso came on the bed, she went to the side drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and graciously coated the strap-on with it. The she crawled up the bed to straddle you. Her dick lightly rubbed against your folds, causing you to buck you hips up in need.

“Can I fuck you, Little one…?” Lesso purred, while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly.

“Yes please fuck me please Leo…!!” You mewled.

Lesso chuckled at your eagerness and desperation. She carefully lined herself up with your aching pussy. She then slowly entered your hole, stretching you out deliciously. You gasped, fisting the sheets tightly with both hands beside you, your body was shaking.

“Breath, breathe, little one… that’s it, take a deep breath…” Lesso cooed, recognizing how much the strap was affecting you.

“I…hurts a little…” you choked out, tears threatening to spill on your eyes.

“Color, Little one?” Lesso asked, immediately stopping to check in with you.

“Green…” you breathlessly whimpered, your eyes screwn shut.

Lesso hummed in satisfaction. She then continued her administrations of slowly thrusting into you.

“Baby, open your eyes…” she gently instructed.

You did so, and you were met with a loving Lesso staring down at you. Your eyes widened suddenly. Your mouth hung open as Lesso had now bottomed you out.

“I… fuck…Leo… so full…!” you stuttered, feeling the lust bubbling up in your core and stomache, as your entire being felt stuffed by Lesso’s plastic dick.

“Taking me so well, Little one…” Lesso praised.

You swiftly moved to hold onto Lesso instead of the bed, pushing her down on you even more.

“OhHhhH Fuck—!” You groaned, your nails scratching the back of Lesso’s, causing Lesso to groan in response.

Your eyes widened, in fear of having hurt Lesso. Lesso registered your fear and was quick to explain.

“Baby, that means it feels good. Don’t worry, you didn’t hurt me.” Lesso calmed the worries in your mind, “Tell me when your ready and I’ll start thrusting in and out of you slowly…” she caringly purred.

You nodded and took a deep breath, repositioning your hand on Lesso’s shoulders and back.

“Ok…” you whimpered, “I’m ready… please Leo…”

“Alright, baby…” Lesso purred, beginning to thrust in and out of you at a slow pace.

“Oh OhHhhHh…!” You mewled, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Just like that, let me hear your sinful sounds…” Lesso purred.

“Can… Can you…” you panted, “Go faster…?”

Lesso chuckled lightly at your neediness.

“Of course, little one…” she purred.

Lesso then started thrusting faster, and at a more decent pace. She had to hold herself back from pounding into you, as she really wanted this to be on your terms.

“OhHhh My—Holy Fuck…!!” You cried out, your hands tightly gripping Lesso’s form.

“Doing so well for me, sweet one… so well…” Lesso cooed in your ear, as she sped up yet again.

This time you let out an especially leud moan. And Lesso swore she could have cum right then and there.

“Fuck baby, you sound sinful…” Lesso groaned, as she continued to fuck you.

Lesso fucked you with care and lust all the way up to and through your orgasm, leaving you a shaky, panting mess. She pecked your lips softly.

“I’m gonna pull out now, ok baby…?” She softly asked.

You scrunched your face together and nodded slowly. Lesso slowly pulled out of you, making you wince slightly.

“Sorry Baby, know it hurts… You’re doing so good for me, baby…” Lesso comforted you caringly.

As soon as Lesso had pulled out of you, she unharnessed the strap from her body and threw it aside, coming to take you in her arms. You both laid there, nuzzling together.

“Thank you, Leo…” you eventually whispered.

“Of course, Baby…” Lesso cooed.

“How are you feeling…?” She gently asked.

“I… overwhelmed…” you whimpered.

At your words, Lesso held you even tighter, making you feel safer in her arms.

“That’s completely normal, Baby.” Lesso comforted.

You nuzzled your face into her neck even more.

“You’re safe here with me…” she whispered.

~~~

[slutforpringles]

I think the last few years show Daniel’s team is pretty incompetent all around

Oh for sureeeeeeeeee! But I do also think Daniel has to cop some of the blame for this one too. He's hung out with Andrew Schulz before, he's clearly friends (to some degree - not saying they're best friends) with him.

And I think previously you could at least use the argument of Daniel doesn't have time to keep up to date with all ongoing scandals/issues may be unaware of specific conversations happening etc. But liiiiiiiiiike that just kinda doesn't stack up anymore when he's got alllllllllll the time in the world at the moment.

And I'm not saying he has to stop being friends with him in private. But that also doesn't mean you need to actively seek out public collaboration with him either idk.

[nsewell]

the unspoken dialogue of borrowed books

ava du mortain/female detective ; 3.1k words ; rated G (on ao3)

The Detective finds a crafty way to send a message and Ava lies rather expertly to herself about what it does to her. 

i had the absolute pleasure of writing for @dottiechan's detective persephone schulz as part of the @wayhavensecretsanta exchange! thank you so much for lending her to me ^^ i was super taken with your headcanon that posy pays attention to books that ava mentions so she can sneak them out of the library to read, and what that does to ava when she notices. where there are books involved, nate had to rear his head of course so i got to play with posy's romance option and bestie dynamics all in one. this was really such a joy to write, and i hope you enjoy reading it!!

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The first time it happens, it’s the familiar, resonant scent that gives her away. Ava pauses a few steps into the inviting warmth of the Warehouse library with its crackling fire and array of antiques: polished rosewood and old ink and brocade rugs, and suspended above it all—a remnant of Persephone. Long brown hair and clear grey eyes; still Midwinter, imbued in the air after her leaving just like the mythos of her name. The smell of her blood is so pungent and enticing. Ava’s intention of asking Nate to cross reference a text on Gorgons by Agency request is lost to the furtive racing of her own pulse, the unneeded breath she expels from her lungs as it all washes over her; it’s entirely too human a reaction.

She folds her broad arms in front of her chest as though obscuring some unsavory part of herself from the light, and wets her lips, attempting to school her composure cool and impassive as she asks, though really more interrogates, “What did the Detective want? She was not on schedule to be here today.”  

She can hear Nate stooped somewhere behind the towering shelves, singing to himself in Farsi. He emerges at her question with a stack of worn leather tomes propped carefully on one arm, and a warm smile all too knowing for Ava’s liking. She feels slightly unmade under a benign scrutiny that’s known her every tell for hundreds of years, and privately laments, not for the first time, the doing away with armor a few centuries back - chiefly helmets with visors. Her complexion is too pale for this, every flush of color smeared across her cheeks like a rowan berry, blooming and ripened. It is testament to the accord of their longstanding friendship that it goes unremarked upon. Or maybe just a testament to Nate’s infinite resource of kindness. 

“She came to borrow a selection from the library,” he tells her, sounding very pleasant and good-natured as if to counter Ava’s stiff, broiling tension. Ever the contrast, ever the foil. “You’ve only just missed her, I’m afraid.” 

It is a strange thing to feel all at once so mournful and triumphant, and to keep either expression from crossing her features. 

“I’m surprised you let her walk out with it, unscathed. You can be rather territorial with your collection,” Ava says, and presses on glibly, before Nate can rise to the teasing glint in her eye, and not because of her urgent desire to know the purpose of Detective Schulz’s visit–-of course. She moves to take a faltering step forward. “Was it research related?”

“No, it was one of your books, actually. A, hm—curious choice really,” Nate says thoughtfully, teeth gliding over the bow of his full bottom lip. “That first edition of Dracula you picked up in Edinburgh years ago.” 

Ava absorbs this information in like a vapor, nostrils flaring, chest expanding, her own lips pursed into a thin line. She is no avid reader in the way Nate is, scouring shelves in pursuit of knowledge and fictitious escapism, but she will indulge every now and again with the great adventure tales throughout time; stories of heroes overcoming trials in the face of impossible odds. Swords and action and expedition and the like—for strategic purposes and not the fanciful cling to human interest that Nate ascribes to. Dracula had fallen outside of this boundary, and had only been purchased out of vigilance for a novel that had brought their kind under public scrutiny. If the humans were writing fabrications about them, even on a fictitious pretense, it paid to know what was being spread. It had been full of the expected drivel, Stoker polluting the minds of impressionable Victorian age readers, enough to make Ava pause and recite passages scornfully aloud to Nate, who had long finished it all in one sitting. She’d shelved the copy to be lost amidst his ever expanding collection. Over a century later, when it had come up in conversation with Persephone (a throw away line, really) she had never expected…never could have anticipated-– 

“Ava?” Concern twists a notch between Nate’s dark brows, and he shifts the slipping stack in his hands to sit upon his hip before closing the distance and wrapping a hand about her arm. “Forgive me, I really should have asked you first--only I didn’t think you would miss it. I’ve never known you to read a book more than once, and you’ve never looked on that one favorably. It does make sense, her interest, given what we are…” he trails off looking distracted, then clears his throat. “However embellished the telling. She did promise to take good care of it, and return it when she’s finished.”

“It’s alright,” Ava lies quickly before she comes across as too affected, squaring her shoulders and ordering her thoughts into strict line. “She is free to borrow whatever she likes. As a member of our team, this facility is for her use also.” 

Nate pierces her with one of his russet looks of open sincerity. “Home, Ava. This is our home now. And one I hope Posy feels comfortable sharing.” 

“You were always too prone to sentiment, my friend,” Ava chides, though it is said with an undercurrent of fondness and a returning smile. 

“I suppose that’s why the Agency paired us together. One of us has to be.” Nate’s soft, resonant chuckle fills the room, and despite the unease welling in her throat, Ava joins him, uncrossing her arms to aid in his failing feat of book juggling.

—-

And so Ava pretends she doesn’t know. She goes about her usual routine, scheduled down to the minute, and the genius of its design is that it gives her little chance to dwell on the connotations of the borrowed book too keenly. Of course, it could mean nothing. Or anything, or everything. It disturbs her, if she’s being entirely honest. 

When duty parses them together again, there isn’t more than the expected consequences of being in the same room, a rehearsed script by now–“Ava.” “Detective.”--followed by averted eyes and skittish movements and silent, glorious reveling when a touch is orchestrated between them just so. Persephone, collected and brazen as ever. Ava guarded, but sparing fleeting looks to the Detective’s bag like a wounded, arrow pierced hare, once, twice, more than a few times for a book shaped indentation or perhaps some vital organ carved from her belly because it feels like she’s taken a piece of her to study under a microscope. There is always the chastisement of herself afterwards for letting her eyes and hands and thoughts stray, this cycle as infinite as humanity’s death and rebirth. And that is all. 

The one true lapse in judgment she will admit to, in a clinical sort of way, like a disease of the blood—and even then only to the dark of her Spartan quarters—is when she makes the rounds on guard rotation one evening and lingers below Persephone’s window, wrapped up in her coat to watch the glow of lamp light snuff out after a long interim of waiting, and wonders with an unquenchable ache, what words did your eyes linger upon and did they make you think of me. 

Other than that, it has little effect on her. Ava considers the whole endeavor a great success.  

Until Dracula manifests on the shelf again in a week’s time, without notice or fanfare, as though placed by some invisible spectral hand. She has not been looking for it, she tells herself, had made frequent returns to the library to maintain security--check locks, monitor layouts; as she keeps vigil over all the rooms in their residence. And then for another week after the book’s reappearance, Ava will avoid the room as though the entire wing had been roped off and placed under strict quarantine. She will glare down anyone who brings up the fallacy in this behavior (and has already pinned Farah with her most taciturn scowl over supper). 

Ultimately, she is weak; at her age-it is foolish. She is old, far too old for such nonsense and repeats that notion to herself like a mantra when, during the guise of night while the three other vampires sleep in a rare feat of synchronization, muscle memory takes her through the Warehouse like she’s headed for the gallows, and all too soon, the book is clutched beneath her white-knuckled fingers. The library feels suddenly occupied by old ghosts. The Grandfather clock Nate had acquired in Bavaria cuts the air with accusatory ticks as she smooths a hand over the leather. If it chimes, she’ll smash it, and supplicate herself before Nate later. 

The years have been kinder to the novel than she’d anticipated. The gold cover is faded, the binding tattered slightly with age, but the red embossed letters declare the title boldly. She is only checking for damages. Yes, it makes sense to assess the state of so old an object after someone else has had their hands on it. She splays the book open in her palm. The flyleaf still bears Ava’s initials in Nate’s neat, narrow scrawl. He had insisted on the distinction–no one would ever guess him so possessive of his belongings. Had Persephone noticed? Did she think it had been Ava’s hand that penned it? And why did it, unfathomably, matter to her at all? Her thumb skims the pages, biting down something coiling in her gut that feels like the mounting anticipation before blood's warm ichor coats her tongue, while a part of her also knows that she is fated for disappointment.

She considers abandoning this ridiculous inspection alltogether when her finger catches a crease in the corner of an off-white page, dog-eared, nearly imperceptible. Flipping it open, she finds only the expected script. But when she runs her finger over the paper, sensitive skin traces the raised line of graphite beneath a single line. 

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

Ava’s stomach drops out from under her, a rug pulled beneath her feet.

It is something that’s easily dismissable. A stray marking, an absent-minded pencil strike that can be explained away. Surely nothing deliberate, nothing meant to convey a message, and even if, she will not entertain such a game.

The book is shut and hastily reshelved.

She makes it as far as her hand gripping the doorknob before the antique clock pierces the masoleum-like silence with a tolling note. The sound cuts the rigid crest of Ava's shoulders and sends her reeling back to the shelf, and then hastening to her room with preternatural speed, where she leaves the offending page open on the bed and paces an indentation into her floorboards. In this brief, fleeting lapse of sanity, she allows excitement to tingle the sensitive nerve endings in her hands. I am longing to be with you. And then embarassment overcomes it when the golden threads of dawn encroach across the white duvet of her bed to shine light on this absurd, irrational thing that she's done.

She should set fire to it. She should put a stop to all of this. Instead, she spirits the book into her ancient lockbox and tucks the words away to nestle inside her ancient ribcage.   

She will not ask Persephone what she thought of Stoker’s unflattering characterization of their kind. She will not bring this up ever again, any utterance or acknowledgement can only mean total defeat. 

But Ava has always been a woman of stringent results. And so no one can hold it against her when she puts this dialogue of theirs to the test. It is merely a matter of deduction, she tells herself, curiosity at play, a possibility to eliminate and not to evoke any more ridiculous and certainly non-existent stirrings.

There is no easy way to broach the subject of books into a conversation without sounding obvious, or otherwise doing a crude impersonation of Nate, who recites literary quotes like a clergyman with scripture--she had debated roping him into this, but, true to form, had almost immediately decided against that display of weakness.

And so Ava doesn't speak of it. Instead, she texts--and it takes her a long period of concentrated effort bent over her phone to compose a vague enough message that satisfies her, and even longer still, to muster up the courage to press send. 

'Detective.The Epic of Gilgamesh has insights into Sumerian mythology that might useful in your research of the supernatural.'

She immediately, of course, panics. Felled is her valor, not by ogres or demons or any manner of formidable creature, but by the simple technology that humans have developed to forgo the awkwardness of face-to-face communication. Thankfully, this dread is quickly put to rest by Persephone's almost instant reply. 

'OK'

How anticlimatic.

And thus, the pattern repeats. After a day, the mentioned book undergoes a period of truancy from the library and Ava sets her jaw tight as the passing time peels her raw. In due course, it reappears and when there is the assurance of no one in site, she decends upon it hungrily, soft with age and stooping at the spine. In all honesty, she can recall little of the plot, had only remembered Nate gifting it to her one innumerable anniversary or birthday or celebration, and drawing similarities between herself and the titular warrior-king.

After a brief inspection, Ava finds the dog-earred page. A single line in the whole expanse of the epic poem is emphasized with the same faint pencil trace as before. 

Hold my hands in yours, and we will not fear what hands like ours can do.

Something strange, and frightening shifts deep within Ava. She slams the book closed and with it under her arm, retreats.

—

“There are less complicated ways of going about this, you know.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Posy blowing steam off her frothing mug and Nate with his long fingers circled around a cup of tea as they indulge in their routine of early morning caffeine and commiseration at Haley’s. It’s all for her benefit, of course; this outpouring of longing and frustration with Ava at its contradictory core. Nate and his even-tempered assurances and three hundred year insight into the enigma of a vampire, interpreting her without insinuating, or otherwise offering a sympathetic ear to Posy's venting. He is a master of consolation, and always seems to know exactly what she needs to hear after an encounter with those shadowed green eyes hunting the set line of her collar or her spine or her neck. 

And he has been an accomplice, these past few weeks, to Posy’s great interpersonal experiment. 

She hadn’t entered into this with any more intention than what it’d originally began as—taking a cursory interest in a book that Ava had mentioned off-handedly. And while Wayhaven’s Public Library system was sure to carry the typical selection of classic literature, the thrumming of her heart in her ears had drawn Posy to the Warehouse and to the library carefully maintained by Nate, and to the shelf he’d more than amenably directed her to housing Ava’s century old copy of Dracula. To the pages touched by Ava's fingers and the binding that had spread upon Ava's lap and the same words that Ava's eyes had glazed over dispassionately, words that had resonated, words that Posy had singled out--perhaps a bit precociously--and maybe with an expectation that the thorough inspection Ava passes over everything that crosses in and out of her peripheral would be rewarded. 

“I don’t think this is fun for her, but rather mildly tortuous,” Nate sighs like the weight of his three hundred years is finally catching up to him. “I’m worried you’ll underline a sentence that makes her break something in there. Or throw the book all together and do it damage.” The mere thought of that appears to cause him genuine distress, wrought all over his normally tempered features. 

“I’m surprised you let me scribble in them at all,” Posy says, hiding the amused press of her lips behind the rim of her drink.

“Yes, well, annotating is an age-old literary practice. And I’ll always encourage reading. And affections of the heart. And–they’re not my books.” His mouth twitches, then curves, as though falling victim to his own train of persuasion. “Really, this is good for her.”

“I thought you said it was torture.” 

The vampire pauses to take an indulgent sip of his tea, eyes fluttering shut briefly. “Sometimes the two pair rather nicely. Like gouda cheese and a Pinot noir.” 

“Flavor analogies too? You’re in rare form today, Nate. So she has been finding them?”

“Oh, yes. The other day, I pretended not to notice her stakeout of the Mesopotamian section. Ava has many, many wonderful gifts, and subtlety is not one of them. That text she sent is evidence enough. Though I do worry you’re running out of usable material. Her tastes are…limited and narrowing.” From a leather messenger bag hanging on his seat-back, Nate procures a thick hardcover book and slides the text on castle rampart sieging across the table. “While I’m of the mind that all literature has merit, I doubt there’s any poetry in this one--I think she may be challenging you.” 

Posy takes the book under palm, casting a scrutinizing gaze over it. In place of the medieval architechture that the cover depicts, she can see only Ava's wry hint of a pursed mouth smile, the shallow press of a dimple not quite formed. Your move, Detective. “There she goes underestimating me again," Posy says with resolve. "You'd think she would’ve learned better by now.”

“There is a saying about old habits. And Ava’s are as ancient and as difficult to kill as she is.” 

“Yes. But my blood is very mysteriously and magically undoing, or haven’t you heard? Even on an ancient, unbreakable spell like Ava Du Mortain.”

Nate laughs richly like the brush of a low bell, and reaches across the table to offer her forearm an obliging pat, hands warmed from the Earl Grey. “Of that, there has never been any doubt. You truly are something special, Posy. To our little family, and that includes Ava. However long and…arduous that confession might come to be."

“Thank you, Nate," she responds with affectionate sincerity flitting about her throat, and then intontes, all business, "Now then. I have impenetrable fortresses to compare to Commanding Agents--which isn’t sounding all that difficult right about now.”  

With that, Posy opens the book and delicately, fondly, traces the crisp signature of Ava’s initials with the wayward pad of her finger.

Nate doesn't have the heart to break the illusion and tell her he'd been the one to put them there--and really, he decides, no one is hurt by this omission. 

[nwbeerguide]

Two Roads Brewing collaborates with Vermonter, Noah Kahan, to release Northern Attitude IPA.

Press Release

STRATFORD, Conn. ... Craft brewing meets musical artistry with Two Roads Brewing Co.’s new collaborative brewing project with Vermont native Noah Kahan: Northern Attitude IPA. New England through and through, Northern Attitude IPA is a piney, resinous, 7% ABV IPA inspired by the music that Noah’s fans have come to know and love.

“Noah, his music, and his values embody the same Road Less Traveled mindset we take to crafting beer,” said Collin Kennedy, Director of Marketing of Two Roads. “Noah and Two Roads are both from, and of, New England, wear their regional pride on their sleeves and draw upon that region to inspire their respective crafts. So, teaming up with Noah to create a beer that pays homage to our roots and benefits an important cause in The Busyhead Project was just a natural from the start. Not to mention we have a ton of employees that are huge fans of Noah’s music!”

Two Roads and Kahan worked closely together to create Northern Attitude IPA, from taste profile to package design – all while Kahan is on tour. The beer aims to drive awareness and funds for The Busyhead Project, an organization founded by Kahan that provides resources to mental health organizations dedicated to meeting the needs of marginalized communities with both crisis care and tools for sustainable resilience.

Northern Attitude IPA will first be available at Two Roads’ Stratford, Conn. brewery on September 3rd, but fans can also get a taste at Kahan’s upcoming concert at the Hartford HealthCare Amphitheater in Bridgeport, Conn. onSeptember 5th and the Bank of New Hampshire Pavilion on September 6th and 7th.   Following the concert, Northern Attitude IPA will be available in 16 oz. 4-packs at retailers within the brewery’s New England footprint, for a suggested retail price of $15.99.

To learn more about Two Roads and find it near you, visit www.tworoadsbrewing.com.

About Two Roads Brewing Co.

Two Roads Brewing Co., launched in 2012, is a privately owned craft beverage company offering a wide-ranging portfolio of beers, canned cocktails, hard seltzers, distilled spirits, and other Road Less Traveled beverages. Located in Stratford Connecticut, Two Roads is ranked 54th among 9,500+ independently owned breweries in the US according to the Brewer’s Association’s 2021 survey. For more information visit www.tworoadsbrewing.com.

About Noah Kahan

Over the past year, Vermont singer & songwriter Noah Kahan has exploded from his New England roots into the global mainstream and has been touted as one of 2023’s biggest and best new artists. At the core of his music are vulnerable lyrics and an unfiltered yet relatable honesty, as the critically acclaimed artist pens songs straight from the heart and cracks jokes with his signature, self-deprecating sense of humor. Across his three albums and an EP, Kahan has garnered global renown that includes more than two billion streams, a Platinum Certification for his hit single “Stick Season,” and collaborations with the likes of Post Malone, Joy Oladokun, and GRAMMY-nominated artists Julia Michaels and Wesley Schulz of The Lumineers. His widely adored album, Stick Season, is inspired by his New England roots and conveys a vivid representation of what he loves, fears, and struggles with most passionately. Noah has been on his sold-out “Stick Season Tour” across North America since the album’s release last year, selling half-a-million tickets to date and performing in the biggest venues of his career, with newly announced global dates on the horizon. In June, he released an extended version of Stick Season (We’ll All Be Here Forever), which has gone on to surpass sales of the original and shows no signs of slowing down. His latest single, “Dial Drunk,” has already amassed millions of streams and a slew of critical acclaim, cementing Noah Kahan as one of the most successful breakout artists of the year.

[chemnections]

the fact that michael schulz posted that photo that featured gerard (probably without his knowledge) if anything means at least in that moment they were not working on mcr5. because mcr haven’t announced any intentions of continuing as a band any potential projects would be kept secret, so schulz’s post would be in violation of that secrecy. contract violating and unprofessional. it doesn’t matter that his instagram is ‘private’ because he lets some mcr fans follow him and knows they share his posts. and he knows posting gerard gets him attention.

whatever his intention was for sharing that photo, it was not to let fans know that mcr5 is in the works.

[fabiansteinhauer]

Wozu Kontrafakturen?

1.

Um anfangen zu können. Immer dann, wenn irgendetwas anfängt, dann fängt auch Recht an. Anzufangen ist eine juristische Technik und eine juridische Technik, dazu gibt es ganze Bibliotheken zur Geschichte des Anfangens, wie zum Beispiel Karl-Heinz Ladeurs Der Anfang des westlichen Rechts, Fritz Schulz' Prinzipien des römischen Rechts, Jean-Pierre Vernants Die Entstehung des griechischen Denkens oder Cornelia Vismanns Aufsatz zur Macht des Anfangs, in dem es so schön heißt, alle gelungenen Gründungen kämen zweimal vor. Sie bezieht das auf römische Institutionen und weist darauf hin, dass sie einmal wie privat, wie niedrig, klein und wie schwach angefangen haben - und einmal wie staalich, wie hoch, groß und stark. Das heißt nicht, dass erst mit dem Staat der Anfang gelingt, denn von Anfang an ist der Anfang der ganze Anfang und das Gelungene ein mimetischer Zug, dessen Stationen Halbwertzeiten haben.

2.

Das, was an unserem Tun einen Anfang markieren kann ist eine feine und scharfe Linie, in der Antike nachlebt, zum Beispiel das pomerium. Die normative Kraft des Kontrafaktischen liegt durchaus in Formen, also in etwas, aber sie ist ein Zug, ein Regerlein. Die kommt kräftig und schwach vor. Besser wäre es darum, man würde vom normativen Zug des Kontrafaktischen sprechen.

Vom Scheiden ist ein Schmuggel, mit dem ich nachgeholt habe, was in Regel und Fiktion schief ging. Damals tauchte die Formulierung von der normativen Kraft des Kontrafaktischen selbst als Kontrafaktur, als Referenz zu Georg Jellinek auf. Bazon Brock verwendete die Methode, der verkehrt jede Formulierung, um ihre Spannung zu begreifen und zu verstehen, was jemand vermeiden wil.

Regel und Fiktion ist hmpf, fängt an, aber nicht als Buch. Am besten gefällt mir in dem Text eine kleine Liste mit 4 Stufen zur Geschichte und Kosmologie der Fiktion - und das Foto eines Fähnleins Genüsse Steinhauer. Man kann sagen, dass das Verfahren leicht umstritten war, aber mal wieder Glück gehabt. Ging durch. Right now it's only a notion, but I think I can get the money to make it into a concept, and later turn it into an idea. Die Kontrafaktur ist dann aber doch noch, 15 Jahre später, ein Buch geworden, mit dem ich was anfangen kann. Das Cover ist Carl Schmitt in Stützstrumpfarbe, darüber war ich auch besonders glücklich, obwohl ich dem Verlag erst die Farbe Rosa vorgeschlagen hatte. Das wollten sie nicht. Erst dachte ich, die würden sich nicht trauen, jetzt traue ich ihnen einfach und benenne die Farbe beim Namen. Vorbild war unter anderem Schmitts Ex captavitate salus, da hat der Verlag die gleiche stumpfe Pappe und das weiße Zopfornament verwendet. Ist der Inhalt des Buches Dezisionismus? Ja, aber umgekehrt würde ich sagen.

2.

Die Kontrafaktur hat einen doppelten Sinn: Sie ist die Fabrik, aus der heraus Texte und Bilder enstehen, als seien sie vorher nicht in der Welt gewesen. Der zweite Sinn meint die einzelne Produktion, wie etwa das Buch vom Scheiden. Bei der Anfertigung kommen Gelegenheiten und Gegebenheiten zusammen, etwas davon hält man wie in der Hand, der Rest kommt von alleine. Das Kontrafaktische kann des Fiktive oder das Artifizielle, das Künstliche oder Kunstvolle eines juristischen Textes genannt werden, andere Bezeichnungen sind auch möglich. Für einen Umgang mit dem Kontrafaktischen empfiehlt es sich, darauf zu achten, was ein Text kreuzt und was er austauscht. Kontrafakturen sind widerständig und insistierend, auch dem Autor, man hat den Einsatz nicht souverän in der Hand. Die Kontrafaktur zieht sich kapillar durch den ganzen Text, würde man sie Grundnorm nennen, wäre sie eine Tafel, auf der der gesamte Texte steht, und die damit nicht nur am Anfang des Textes vorkommt, sondern den ganzen Text durchzieht.

Das Buch ist schon alt. Inzwischen würde ich, wenn ich etwas zu Kulturtechnikforschung sagen möchte, die Bild- und Rechtswissenschaft ist, vom Scheiden, Schichten und Mustern sprechen. Die Techniken des Scheidens sind zum Beispiel allen logischen Operationen der Unterscheidung assoziiert, allen Verfahren und Stragien, etwas zu entscheiden zu bescheiden, oder zu verabschieden, etwas zu bescheiden, zu definieren, zu präzisieren oder etwas als Montage zu präsentieren. Juristen könnten mit dem Vokabalur fremdeln, o.k. so, so soll es sein, insoweit handelt es sich bei der Antrittsvorlesug von 2015 um eine formalistische Arbeit. Weil ich mich aber auch mit Geschichte und Stratifikaton befasse, müsste ich einen zweiten Band zum Schichten schreiben. Und weil ich mich mit Bildern, dabei unter anderem der magischen Rationalität, vaguen und voguem Assoziatione bei Warburg befasse, müsste es einen dritten Band zum Mustern geben. Ich würde bei Censoren anfangen, den Haruspizen, und bei Armin Nassehi aufhören.

3.

Man kann sich die Kontrafaktur als eine Linie und einen Zug vorstellen, als Tragendes und Trachtendes eines juristischen oder juridischen Objektes (zum Beispiel einer Norm, eines Textes oder eines Bildes). Die Kontrafaktur stellt das Objekt her und stellt es dar. Die Kontrafaktur lässt Texte nicht nur so schreiben, als seien sie bisher nicht geschrieben gewesen. Sie lässt Texte auch so schreiben, als sei alles in dem Text schon so in der Welt gewesen und würde nun nicht verrückt. Schreiben, als ob man abschriebe und abschreiben, als ob man schreibe: Diese Kreuzung und der Austausch ist der kontrafaktische Zug juristischer und juridischer Objekte. Das vergleiche ich mit Vismanns Texten zum Canceln. Ich vergleich das auch mit Ino Augsbergs Arbeiten zum Versäumen, mit Pottages Arbeiten zur Involution, zur Einfaltung - und sicher auch, Bingo!, mit Warburgs Gestellschieberei. Machen tun es alle, die genannten explizieren es aber deutlicher.

Die Kontrafaktur lässt sogar einen Text so schreiben, als käme nicht drin vor, was der Autor vermeiden will. So kommen zum Beispiel alle Arbeiten von Cornelia Vismann in den Medien des Rechts von Thomas Vesting vor, es sind aber Linien eingezogen, die den Text so stellen, als käme sie nicht drin vor. Wäre das Buch von Vismann später, die von Vesting früher erschienen, müsste man an beiden Büchern nichts ändern, die Kontrafaktur arbeitet auch so - und liesse den Text von Vismann so lesen, als dringe sie in Denkräume vor, wo Vestings Denken nicht vorkäme. Anders herum ist es auch so.

Die Kontrafakturen haben eine logische Geschichte, wissenschaftshistorisch sind sie zum Teil der Logik und Dialektik und der Paradoxie geworden. Sie haben aber überall Geschichte, nicht nur in der Logik. Sie kommen auch diagonal/durchgehend kantig, eckig, zügig oder schwillend vor, durchgehend winkelig und winkelnd. In der Graphik und der Choreopgraphie haben sie ein lange Geschichte, des pomerium ist ein Teil dieser Geschichte.

[infj-zen]

INFJ Long Term Relationships, examples

Here are some examples of public figures in common types of long-term dating and marriage relationships for INFJs -- collected in connection to mbti-sorted.

Common Relationships

Relationships where both parties are introverts or inuitive types are generally less public and so less examples of these are listed.

INFJ & ESTJ

Robert & Ethel Kennedy

Charles & Jean Schulz

Keenen & Daphne Wayans

Dorothy & Peter N'yongo

Jared Kushner & Ivanka Trump

Ethan & Olivia Plath

INFJ & ISTJ

Prince Pavlos & Princess Marie-Chantal of Greece

Evan Bates & Madison Chock

INFJ & ENTJ

Colin Morgan & Katie McGrath

Radoslaw Wojtaszek & Alina Kashlinskaya

Stéphane Dion & Janine Krieber

INFJ & ESFP

Todd Sand & Jenni Meno

Rena Inoue & John Baldwin Jr.

Amy Acker & James Carpinello

Stella Abrera & Sasha Radetsky

Joseph & Kendra Duggar

INFJ & ENFP

Kazu & Amy Kim Kibuishi

Carolyn Choa & Anthony Minghella

Lei Tingjie & Raymond Song

Sarah Burns & David McMahon

INFJ & ENTP

Sheila Jager & Barack Obama

Phil Lester & Dan Howell

INFJ & INFP

Private example only

No Examples

INFJ & (ESTP, ISTP, ENFJ, INFJ, ESFJ, ISFJ, ISFP, INTP, INTJ)

[everythingmaxriemelt]

Max plays Wolfgang Berns in “Bonn - alte Freunde, neue Feinde”

Wolfgang Berns works as an agent in the Federal Office of the Protection of the Constitution. He reports directly to the President of the Office, Otto John, and is used by him for undercover investigations. Wolfgang's work defines him as a person; it is all he has. So what he doesn't have: a private life, friends, family.

The hunt for criminals from the Nazi era is his whole purpose in life - above all he is looking for one man in particular with almost morbid intensity: the former SS Hauptsturmfuhrer Alois Brunner. The man in his mid-thirties may appear to be a charming, confident and sophisticated man on the outside; but inside, he is broken. The loyal agent, who reliably stands by his boss and closest confidante Otto John, is able to hide his trauma. But nobody knows if he would put his own agenda ahead of job duty at the decisive moment. Maybe not even himself.

At first, Toni is just a means to an end for Wolfgang. But then the two fall in love with each other - and Wolfgang endangers not only her, but also his own mission.

What Max says about his character:

The character Wolfgang Berns is an agent of the protection of the constitution and a purely fictional character. Like many Germans at the time, he had a dark past that he hoped to overcome by working as a "Nazi hunter". However, he also pursues his private interests at the same time and it is difficult to assess which side he is actually on. He is a very torn person, traumatized by the war, who is out for revenge but still wants to serve the right side. So it was very appealing to play this character.

(from Das Erste Bonn Series)

*photos: ARD/Odeon Fiction/Kai Schulz

[celestialmazer]

Have done some digging and the contexts/sources I can find for these images:

1. Casa Manuel Felip (I) 1901 - 📷 Arnim Schulz https://www.flickr.com/photos/arnimschulz/30489176711/in/photostream

2. Five Palms Steak and Seafood entryway https://m.yelp.com/biz/five-palms-steak-and-seafood-tucson

3. Boise Idaho LDS - Holdman Studios https://www.holdmanstudios.com/boisetemple

4. Trumpet vines panel #5575 - Stained Glass Inc https://www.stainedglassinc.com/window/5575-trumpet-vines/

5. Private Commission - Sean Michael Pheonix of Illumination Art & Design http://www.illuminationartanddesign.com/index.html

6.

7. Cerdanyola Art Museum

https://visitmuseum.gencat.cat/en/museu-d-art-de-cerdanyola

https://macerdanyola.wixsite.com/museuartcerdanyola-/modernisme

Magical stained glass

[marketresreasrch]

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[chicago-geniza]

Spent like three hours with a 101 fever trying to synthesize the concept of incommunicable private language that transforms into something Else at the moment of utterance with matter being pressed into form by history and pure language being pressed into utilitarian-instrumental speech and further calcified in the form of the written word and then was like Raya you dumb bitch you invented the neo-Lurianic Modernist theory of language again, Schulz and Benjamin already did this, come on, take some Tylenol and sleep it off

Like once a week I reinvent modernist theories of language and have to go back to the damn drawing board

[troncelliti]

@annetv86 my knowledge is small but acute: Dostoyevsky; Proudhon; Gorky; Schulz; Rand… to name a few.

Words like: anarchy; democracy and who is, Democritus or what is, utopia? …are a couple of things I understand, also.

And, you? Anna. Tell me a little of your knowledge, won’t you? What have you come to understand up to now, in your own little Private Idaho?

[wausaupilot]

Federal lawsuit alleges Verona-based Epic Systems violated antitrust law

“Epic Systems controls the medical information of nearly every American — meaning one private company has unchecked power over our health care,” Particle Health CEO Jason Prestinario said in a statement.

By Joe Schulz | Wisconsin Public Radio Epic Systems, a Verona-based health care software company, is being accused of violating antitrust law in a lawsuit filed in a New York federal court on Monday. The lawsuit was filed on behalf of Particle Health, a New York health data startup. It said nearly every large health care provider in the country uses Epic’s electronic health records platform and…