#Reiter Alpe

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View of Ramsau and the Reiter Alpe mountain range in Bavaria, Germany

German vintage postcard

[i-zyanya]

The church of Saint Sebastian in Ramsau, Bavaria, Germany

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The church of Saint Sebastian in Ramsau, Bavaria, Germany

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Murder in the Alps valentines from official Facebook and Twitter.

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2023-07-07 Halsalm (1210 m), Ramsau, Nationalpark Berchtesgaden

Deutsch: Vom Parkplatz Hirschbichl in der Ramsau führt uns unsere Wanderung zuerst ein Stück durch das Klausbachtal, dann biegen wir rechts ab auf den Kiesweg hinauf zur Halsalm, die auf 1210 Meter liegt. Der Weg führt uns auch zum Aussichtspunkt, an dem man mit Glück die neu angesiedelten Bartgeier beobachten kann, die ihren Horst in der südlichen Felswand der Reiter Alm (bzw. auch Reiter Alpe genannt) haben. Auf der Almwiese angekommen genießen wir den Ausblick sowohl auf die nördliche Wand der Mühlstürzhörner sowie auf die beeindruckende Felswand der Reiter Alm und hinunter zum Hintersee, wo der Blick hinein in die Ramsau und zum Hochkalter schweift, aber auch zum Berchtesgadener Hochthron auf dem Untersberg, dem Hohen Göll und zum Hohen Brett weit im Nordosten.

English: The parking place „Hirschbichl“ in the Ramsau is the starting point or our hike to the mountain hut „Halsalm“. First we follow the road through the Klausbachtal for roughly 400 meters and then turn right as we see the sign „Halsbachalm“ where a gravel road will lead us up to the mountain hut into an altitude of 1210 meters. The gravel road will also lead us to the observation point of bearded vultures (lammergeier) which were reintroduced into their natural habitat. This aerie or feeding ground is on the southern part of the steep wall of the mountain massif „Reiter Alm“ (also named Reiter Alpe). Not far later we finally reach the Alpine meadow and can savor the scenic view on the northern Wall of the „Mühlstürzhörner“ as to the impressive wall of the Reiter Alm and down into the valley with Lake Hintersee with a view deep into Ramsau but also over to Mount Hochkalter or to the „Berchtesgadener Hochthron on Mount Untersberg, Mount Hoher Göll and Hohes Brett in the distance.

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“…In the Early Middle Ages, most French Jewish communities had settled in the southeast, on the shores of the Mediterranean. Although there were few Jews north of the Alps, they were the focus of restrictive laws that limited their freedom of movement and their ability to interact with Christians.

For instance, a mid-fifth-century council held in Troyes, northern France, prohibited Jews from going out of their houses to have any form of communication with Christians during Eastertide – a time celebrating the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, therefore a particularly tense period for the Jewish community who were accused of his murder.

A century later, other councils banned the appointment of Jews to any public office that would put them in a position of superiority over a Christian. Jews were no longer allowed to work on Sundays and were to refrain from eating with Christians. Intermarriage between Jews and Christians was forbidden in early Roman law codes, a prohibition early medieval law codes reiterated.

At that time, the fragile state of Christianity – still a relatively new religion in Europe – fueled the clergy’s anxieties. Clergymen were afraid Jewish people would “pollute” the minds of Christians and turn them away from the Church. They advocated relentlessly for their conversion to Christianity. This project was finally successful in the seventh century when the Merovingian king Dagobert called for the baptism or expulsion of the Jews of his kingdom. More than a century of political unrest followed.

Dagobert’s rule, during which Jewish communities grew again in size. By the end of the year 800, Charlemagne became emperor. Charles’ attitude towards the Jews was ambivalent but more open than before. Carolingian capitularies reiterated certain older restrictions, and the chancery levied heavy taxes on the Jews. Because of these taxes, Jews constituted a reliable source of income for the chancery. Charlemagne, therefore, granted the Jewish communities privileges safeguarding their autonomy and their rights to practice their religion.

For instance, Jews responded to their own laws for all matters concerning “low justice,” such as marriage and business contracts, small offences, and inter-community disputes. Murders, however, were to be tried by the Christian authorities. Until the First Crusade, the lives of medieval French Jews were relatively peaceful – only two episodes of violence were reported in the early eleventh century. But things were about to change.

Set in the context of religious zeal, the Crusades stirred the pot of hate. Pope Urban II came to France in 1095 and preached the First Crusade with tremendous success. The message was clear: Christians should take up arms to fight the enemies of God and Christianity. While the pope clearly laid out that the point was to free Jerusalem, some interpreted it differently. According to chronicler Guibert of Nogent (1055–1124), a group of men from Rouen, Normandy, had decided to leave for the East, but they began questioning their purpose:

“We want to attack the enemies of God in the east after traveling great distances, while before our eyes are the Jews, of all races God’s greatest enemy.”

Pondering their options, the men took their weapons, captured many Jews, and killed them, adults and children alike, only sparing those who accepted conversion. Then they left for Jerusalem.

The Crusades fueled dozens and dozens of pogroms across Western Europe. In the late eleventh and early twelfth century, the pressure to convert was immense, and the risks of refusing to convert were even greater. A mid-twelfth-century Christian chronicler, Richard of Poitiers, acknowledged the great sufferings of the Jewish people at the outset of the early crusades, of which he underlined the unfairness. But the anti-Jewish sentiment in the Christian communities only grew stronger.

In the aftermath of the crusades, European Jews were at the center of rumours propelled by distrust and suspicion. In Blois, France, in 1171, Christians accused members of the Jewish community of having murdered Christian children during religious rituals. Called the “blood libel,” these accusations first appeared in England and were attested across Western Europe from the twelfth century to the modern era. In Blois, the blood libel accusations lead to the dramatic death of more than 30 members of the community. The survivors’ estates were confiscated. Ten years later, King Philippe Augustus expelled the Jews from the royal domain.

Anti-Semitism received the Church’s support in the early thirteenth century at the Fourth Lateran Council (1215). The council invited kings and rulers to force the Jews of their kingdoms to wear a distinctive symbol on their clothes or a specific hat that would make them immediately recognizable by Christians. In 1269, Louis IX of France made the symbols mandatory.

The thirteenth century also witnessed the forced segregation of Jews to specific areas. Traditionally, Jews lived together in neighbourhoods often nicknamed juiveries (Jewries). Paris counted four juiveries at that time. When Saint Louis made the distinctive symbols mandatory, he also forced the Jews to live in Jewries. Forced residence in Jewries signalled the birth of “ghettos,” neighbourhoods reserved for the Jewish population of a given town.

In the aftermath of the fourteenth-century plague, many Jewries were equipped with gates locked at night to prevent people from entering or exiting the district. Jewries started to turn into ghettos. The point of the ghettos, some rulers argued, was to protect the Jews from the violence Christians perpetrated against them. But ghettos also functioned as traps and participated in marginalizing the French Jewish communities.

The first decades of the fourteenth century were marked by an economic crisis and recurring food shortages. Anti-Semitism was on the rise again. In 1319 and 1321, Parisians – Christians – manifested their hatred toward Jews by publicly burning the Talmud. The plague signalled a new era of pogroms and violence against the Jews, who became the “scapegoats” of the crisis. The chronicler Jean de Venette witnessed and described the consequences of the plague for the Jews:

Some said that the pestilence was the result of infected air and water… and as a result of this idea, many began suddenly and passionately to accuse the Jews of infecting the wells, fouling the air, and generally being the source of the plague. Everyone rose up against them most cruelly. In Germany and elsewhere – wherever Jews lived – they were massacred and slaughtered by Christian crowds and many thousands were burned indiscriminately.

As Venette states, Christians accused the Jews of having poisoned wells to spread the disease. In Toulon, southern France, 40 Jews were killed by fire right after the epidemic started. In Strasbourg, northeastern France, in 1349, hundreds of Jews who lived in the city’s ghetto were locked up in a building by angry Christians and set on fire. Similar massacres happened in the pontifical city of Avignon, and in Narbonne, Carcassonne, and Toulouse, to cite but a few southern French examples.

Pope Clement VI (1291–1352) issued a bull forbidding the killing of Jews, but to no avail. Distrust and hatred were so intense that the city of Strasbourg, in the Rhine valley, expelled all Jews from its jurisdiction and forbade them from entering the city. This law was only removed from the city’s policies during the French Revolution in the late 1780s.

In many ways, medieval anti-Judaism paved the way for modern anti-Semitism. From accusations of greed and avarice to the blood libel, from the wearing of distinctive symbols to mandatory residence in ghettos, the Middle Ages witnessed the development of a series of stereotypes and a system of repression that had repercussions far into the twentieth century and the modern day.

But the Jewish communities of medieval France did not always live in fear. They enjoyed times of peace and independence and were, usually, relatively integrated into urban communities. Their role in the intellectual renaissance of the twelfth century is especially remarkable and well-marked in historiography.”

- Lucie Laumonier, “Hostility Against the Jews in Medieval France”

[peachywritess]

happiness looks good on you ー knj

☁️ genre: long-term lovers, estabilished relationship, fluff, kind of domestic!au, namjoon being a supportive husband.

☁️ pairings: husband!kim namjoon x artist!female!reader

☁️ warnings: there aren't any, just joonie being husband material, use of pet names such as jagiya, baby, love.

☁️ word count: 1,7k

☁️ author's note: just a small little thing i had in mind, not my best but i really liked writing this, i hope you like it bubs!!<3

Feedbacks are welcomed !

The brush plopped into the water jar, and a few drops of coloured liquid spilt on the wooden surface. Some ended up on your phone which lit up, the lock screen displaying your favourite picture: you and Namjoon holding a white teddy bear he had won at an amusement park. You remembered that day clearly: it was your first anniversary.

You had captured the moment with a polaroid camera Namjoon had bought as a gift, and you still hadn’t figured out how it worked so the shot came out far too bright. However, looking at that picture years later still brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia: you were both so young, inexperienced, and still seeking to understand each other. Seven years had passed since that day, and so many things had happened: your trip to Bali, rescuing two calico cats and naming them Zelda and Esme, your tour of Europe, and then your marriage.

Your house was full of memories and pictures from your numerous adventures like the one in the Italian Alps where you were too scared to cross a suspended bridge, and Namjoon had to carry you for more than a mile. Or the one in the french Blue Coast when he had mistaken tanning oil for sunscreen so you both had pretty bad sunburns for the entire week.

“I told you to buy sunscreen, Joonie - sunscreen!”

“It is! See, huile de bronzage.” He had panicked showing you the little brown bottle.

“It literally means tanning oil, Namjoon Kim!”

A smile shone on your lips ー reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had made together. You missed his buzz cut, and how his short hair used to tingle your palms: when you were younger, Namjoon let you dye it in different colours. One time, you had opted for pretty pink flowers, and the dye had stayed on for months.

You loved that he couldn't give a damn about other people's judgement - in fact - he would always brag to his hyungs how talented his girlfriend was. Surely, he would let you know.

"Jagiya, you are so talented. Please dye my hair forever!"

You had majored in arts whereas Namjoon had chosen to open up a travel agency. Initially, it was not easy for either of you: you had only each other's support and getting through the month was always difficult.

Namjoon stayed out late to advertise his shop, but despite this he would always stay up all night watching you finalise one of your paintings, making sure to bring you a glass of water about every half hour because "it's important to stay hydrated when you are working hard."

He would try his best to stay awake by telling you about his day, showering you with compliments and then attempting to analyse what you were painting. You would quietly listen to him, some mhmh's and mhh's in response and occasionally interrupt his chatter to tell him to get some rest. Yet each time he reiterated the same phrase: 'I'll stay awake as long as you do, love'.

And so within minutes he would fall asleep on the couch and you would bring a blanket and a pillow for him to be comfortable.

But now, his hair had grown out and you had practically lost the sparks you usually felt when you painted. Finishing a canvas was now something you had to do - and really didn't enjoy at all.

“You have one month, Y/N. Then I will shred the contract to pieces, understood?”

You listened in silence as your boss complained over the phone, her voice a few octaves higher.

“I mean, what happened to you? Do you think I pay lazy and unmotivated people? Our company seeks talent and commitment, and I’m afraid you no longer have any of these requirements.”

You sharply inhaled pinching the bridge of your nose, back resting against the chair as Namjoon stood right behind you, he too in silence. His hands were placed on your shoulders, which he stroked softly.

“I understand, Mrs Han. I am working on a piece at the moment, and I swear that it will be done in less than a month-” 

You took all of your courage to speak - that woman truly scared you. Ms Han was the director of the agency you worked for, whose aim was to sell artwork at a premium price. She was a fifty-year-old woman with a passion for belittling her employees and underpaying them.

“No more promises, I don’t care. I just want that piece at the end of this month.” She interrupted you, and you sighed.

Just know that this is your last chance.”

And just like that she hung up, leaving you lost in a limbo of disbelief and terror: you could not afford to lose this job. 

Yes, it probably wasn't the best job on the planet, but you hadn't yet realised your dream of opening your own atelier, and this company - although not particularly ethical - was a sure ticket to gaining a small amount of notoriety in the industry.

“Wow, what a bitch.” Namjoon proclaimed breaking the silence and bringing a small smile to your lips. 

“Damn right she is.”

You groaned, squinting your eyes shut, before running your hands down your face - in a gesture of sheer exasperation. “I could end her whole career if I wanted to.”

“Then do that, baby. You have nothing to lose, she does.”

You let your head fall back, resting it on the chair, finally meeting your boyfriend's gaze. He was smiling, and his dimples looked so adorable you wanted to squeeze his cheeks.

“Um, probably my job, Joonie?”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.”

Namjoon leaned forward until you were close enough to look directly into his eyes, then left a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, savouring that brief moment of tranquillity. His attention then shifted to the canvas in front of you - a few lines of red paint already starting to dry up - and observed it thoroughly without saying a word.

"Do you remember when you accepted the job offer?" He questioned.

"Mhmh, what about it?"

"And do you also remember what you told me?"

You bit your lower lip, scratching your chin with your index finger.

You had said a million, no, a billion things to Namjoon before you signed that contract.

"Um, wish me luck?" You said in a slightly questioning tone, and your husband facepalmed.

With a swift movement, he turned the chair you were sitting on allowing you to look him directly in the eyes. That gesture made you blush and you stared at him with doe eyes.

"No, jagi, not the correct answer." He tilted his head, soft jet-black locks brushing his forehead. "You promised me you wouldn't let them change you."

You were struggling, and that broke his heart.

Namjoon knew you were desperately trying to paint something, anything that would please your boss. He had examined the shift in your brushstrokes from time to time, and they didn’t seem to belong to you. They were abrupt and quick, whereas you always directed them with gentle movements.

He was not seeing you on that canvas, instead, he was seeing a version you had been forced to become.

"Is it worth it, love? Do you want to become a machine for them to make more money?"

You sighed. He was right ー Namjoon was so right.

You had completely forgotten how it felt to make art, you had forgotten how it felt to be free. You had submitted to their rules because they had made empty promises from the start and you had believed them.

Namjoon crouched down, resting his hands on your knees. In that position, the light coming from the window illuminated his face as you gazed at him with pure admiration. He was glowing.

His brown eyes seemed to light up, turning a honey-like amber colour.

"Joonie..." You murmured as your hands gently grabbed his. "I can't lose this job, I just cannot."

"Y/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?"

His thumbs softly rubbed the back of your hands, something he always did to comfort you. As he stroked he gently drew imaginary shapes like circles, flowers or hearts.

You hummed in response locking eyes with him.

"That's why I want the best for you. I want you to be happy because I can't bear the thought of you ever suffering. And what I truly wish for, is for you to find your love for art again, and-"

"Baby..."

"I don't want you to feel obligated because I swear to you Y/N, I will always support you no matter what," he then grabbed both your hands in his, and brought them to his lips. "but I wish you just left this job."

You smiled when Namjoon placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Despite all these years, he had never changed: he was still the same old romantic and you couldn't complain.

"I know, Joonie, but what if I can't find anything? What if... I don't make enough money to open the atelier?"

Namjoon lightly squeezed your hands, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand cupped your cheek, delicately caressing it.

"Jagiya, you are the most talented woman I've ever known, and you can do whatever you wish to do. You inspire me every day."

"I wouldn't even know where to start." You relaxed in his touch, letting out a breath.

The warmth of his hand unexpectedly left your cheek, and that's when you saw him searching for something in the pocket of his jeans.

"Perhaps, you could start with these."

You blinked quickly observing the object your husband was holding before your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why he was showing you a pair of rusty keys.

Then, a wave of realisation hit you.

Namjoon immediately noticed your eyes turning glazy and your mouth opening slightly in an expression of pure wonder. You grabbed the keys with trembling hands and clutched them to your chest, heart racing.

"The place is a bit run down, but I am sure that in a few months, we will manage to make it perfect."

Without wasting a second you threw your arms around his neck, and tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You couldn't believe it: your dream had just come true.

"I love you so much, Joon, I- I can't believe it. I love you!"

Namjoon stroked your hair, unable to resist tearing up with you, holding you close to him. At that moment, all he wished was for time to stand still and remain like that forever.

"I love you too, princess."

Happiness looked so good on you.

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[tagedeszorns]

Any good non fic recommendations?

That depends on your interests, of course. I'm particularly interested in the Roman Empire at the transition point from Republic to Empire (which could also explain my enjoyment of Warhammer, but there may be other reasons for that). And here especially military and everyday culture. I'm less interested in politics, but of course a lot of private matters were also political at that time.

Although I have to admit that this point in time is very soft and fluid. I'm just as interested in the Bellum Sociale and the whole Sulla/Marius tragedy as I am in the later British campaigns. I'm really not being very scholarly here.

A few good books for starters here are:

SPQR by Mary Beard. A quick and easy read and a tour de force through roman history from the kings to the fall of the emperors. I found it entertaining, but you should start with it, since if you are already deeper into the subject it doesn't offer much new insight.

A few books by my favourite experimental archaeologist, Marcus Junkelmann. I don't know if his books were translated into English, though. This guy builds and uses all the equipment he and his colleagues dig up! He marched across the Alps and along the Limes in legionary equipment, fought as a gladiator (various styles) and trained military horses the way the roman legion did. He's fucking awesome!

Gladiatoren. A very in depth look on the equipment, its ties to the development of military weapon and armour from the same time and on the living conditions of gladiators. Very good! If you can read/understand German, this book's a must have!

Die Reiter Roms, part one to three by the same author. So many details, so much context for archaeological finds! So many practical tests! Loved that. If you want to know why a letter from London to Rome took only a week in the first century? This is your book! Interested in the mounted police of the north-eastern border? This book.

A lighter read: 24 hours in Ancient Rome by Philip Matyszak. Exactly this. A whole day at augustinian Rome. With all the religious, mundane and political stuff that happened. You want to know more about roman firefighters? The system of political influence? Medical treatments for the poor? That's your book!

Some more military history: Roman Britain's Missing Legion - What really happened to IX Hispana by Simon Elliott. So much detective work and a lot of context, especially with the fleets, too. Liked that!

That's just a small slice of the cake - that field is vast and so much fun.

But if you are interested in some very good military fiction (backed by the most recent archaeological finds - so constantly changing, I'm afraid), you should absolutely take a look at the "Under the Eagle" series by Simon Scarrow. Very Warhammer in its own way. Great characters! The hard-ass Centurio Macro and the survivor of roman palace politics, young scribe-turned-Optio Cato become unlikely friends. And have lots of adventures. Blood and stuff.

And here's some roman AU Lucius as a treat.

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Macron welcomes Netanyahu, Israeli athletes to Paris Olympics amid incidents of violence

French President Emmanuel Macron said on Tuesday that Israeli athletes are “welcome” at the 2024 Olympic Games in Paris, while the decision on the participation of Russian athletes rests with the International Olympic Committee (IOC).

In an interview with France 2 TV, which was broadcast live ahead of the Games, Macron emphasised the difference between Israel and Russia, noting that Israel is not waging a “war of aggression.” He emphasised that the IOC will determine whether Russian athletes can compete. Macron also said:

“We are not using the Games to engage in politics. Israeli athletes are welcome guests in our country. They will compete under their (national) colours as decided by the committee… and France is obliged to guarantee their safety.”

Macron reiterated that France recognises Israel’s right to self-defence. He acknowledged that he has “deep disagreements” with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, who has not confirmed his presence at the opening ceremony of the Paris Games. However, he noted that Netanyahu “would be welcome.”

Earlier, a left-wing lawmaker said the Israeli delegation was not welcome at the Olympics and called for protests against its participation. In contrast, French Interior Minister Gérald Darmanin said Israeli athletes would be under 24-hour security.

On Monday, the Palestinian Olympic Committee joined calls to exclude Israel from the Games in an open letter to International Olympic Committee President Thomas Bach. The letter accuses Israel of violating the traditional Olympic truce, which is supposed to last from July 19 until the end of the Paralympic Games in mid-September, due to ongoing hostilities in Gaza.

Letter from Abbas

Former US President Donald Trump released a letter from Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas late Tuesday night after the assassination attempt on Trump. In his letter, Abbas expressed “grave concern” over the assassination attempt and noted that he had seen footage of the incident. “Acts of violence must not have a place in a world of law and order,” he wrote.

Australian woman raped in Paris

French police have launched an investigation after an Australian woman claimed she was raped by five men in the heart of Paris.

French Alps to host athletes in winter 2020

Meanwhile, The French Alps have been officially named as the site of the 2030 Winter Olympics – a bid backed by President Macron – just days before Paris is set to host the Summer Olympic and Paralympic Games.

Read more HERE

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Es war einmal eine Maiensäss in den Schweizer Alpen, zu welcher wie jedes Jahr die Sennen mit ihrem Vieh hinaufstiegen. Sie verbrachten dort ihren Sommer und machten Käse aus der Milch ihrer Kühe, welche von den saftigen Alpkräutern immer besonders nahrhaft war. Am Abend sassen Sie dann jeweils alle um den Herd, erzählten sich Geschichten und schnitzten kleine Figuren und Möbelchen. Sie wussten ganz genau, dass, wenn man den kleinen Bergmännchen, welche in den Maiensässen hausten, kleine Freuden bereitete, diese es einem eines Tages danken und sich mit kleinen Aufmerksamkeiten ihrerseits erkenntlich zeigen.

So gingen sie alle ihrem Tagwerk nach, hüteten das Vieh auf der Alp, stellten Käse her und die Bergmännchen halfen bei Kleinigkeiten im Haushalt oder sie liessen Dinge wieder hervorkommen, welche für verloren galten.

Abends, als wieder alle um die warme Glut sassen und sich die Geschichten des Tages erzählten, suchte ein Senne nach seinem Schnitzmesser. Doch ganz gleich, wo er es suchte, er konnte es nirgends finden. Erbost stürmte er in die Stube, um seine Genossen zur Rede zu stellen, doch auch von ihnen hatte niemand das Messer gesehen. Da es also niemand von seinen Freunden gewesen sein wollte, musste es fast eines dieser komischen kleinen Männchen sein. Voller Zorn schaute er in jede Spalte und durch jedes Astloch im Täfer und fluchte dabei verschwörerisch vor sich hin: «Wenn ich diese kleinen Mistkerle nur zu fassen kriege. Zu grosszügig waren wir mit ihnen und jetzt bestehlen sie uns auch noch. Brot sollen sie keines mehr bekommen. Sollen sie am Messer nagen und sich dabei die Zungen rausschneiden!»

Die Bergmännchen beäugten das Treiben in der Hütte verängstigt und waren fassungslos über die Vorwürfe der Menschen. Immer hatten sie dankend alle Gaben der Sennen angenommen und versucht etwas zurückzugeben. Immer hatten sie nur Liebe im Herzen für die Menschen, welche ihnen jetzt solche Unterstellungen machten und sie mit Füssen traten. Sie sagten aber nichts und als das Toben des Sennen ein Ende hatte, wurde es ruhig. Die Männer gingen schlafen und hinterliessen dabei keinen Resten Suppe und auch kein Stück trockenes Brot für die kleinen Zwerglein in ihren Spalten und Ritzen.

Ein lauter Knall weckte die Männer und sie schreckten aus ihrem Schlaf hoch. Draussen tobte ein Sturm, wie sie noch nie einen gesehen hatten. Ein Strudel aus schwarzen Wolken zeichnete sich am finsteren Nachthimmel ab und der Wind war so stark, dass er das Dach der Hütte schier anzuheben vermochte. Verängstigt sammelten sich die Sennen in der Stube, während das Vieh draussen einen höllischen Krach verursachte.

Ein weiterer, lauter Donner ertönte, dass man hätte meinen können, das gesamte Alpenmassiv inklusive der kleinen Maiensäss, würde direkt in einen Höllenschlund hinab gerissen werde und für immer verschwinden. Zwischen dem lauten Grollen des Wetters und des Ächzen des Hauses konnten die Sennen das Scheunentor quietschen hören. Schnell rannte sie vor die Hütte, doch sie kamen bereits zu spät.

Das Vieh war wie von Sinnen und rannte über die steinige Alp als wären alle Teufel gleichzeitig hinter ihm her. Die markerschütternden Schreie der Kälber und Ziegen hallten von Felswand zu Felswand bis hinunter ins Tal. Verzweifelt rannten die Sennen ihren Tieren in die Nacht hinterher, versuchten sie wieder zu beruhigen, doch durch den ganzen Krach der Nacht waren ihre Rufe nicht zu hören.

Mit dem nächsten Blitz wurde die ganze Szenerie für einen Moment erhellt und man sah nun, dass die panischen Tiere direkt auf eine steile Klippe zuliefen. Ein Senne meinte später, auf dem Rücken eines Kalbes ein kleines Männchen sitzen gesehen zu haben. Es trieb die Tiere mit Schreien voran und lachte dabei so, dass es einem das Blut in den Adern gefrieren liess. Mit lauten Schreien und unter Getöse rannten die Tiere samt ihrem irren Reiter über die Klippe und fielen in den Tod.

So schnell wie sich der Lärm in dieser Nacht entwickelt hatte, so schnell war es wieder still. Vom Sturm war nur noch ein laues Lüftchen übrig. Voller Angst blickten die Sennen in die stille Dunkelheit und weder ihr Vieh noch eines der Männchen ward je wiedergesehen.

Nacherzählung einer Sage, welche mir aus meinen Kindertagen im Gedächtnis geblieben ist

[ladylooch]

Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 22

A/N: This was so self indulgent at the time... ahahaha I wrote this on that day and was literally panicking all day. He wasn't traded, but we still knew it would come. Then when I was getting close to posting this chapter, he actually was traded, and then I couldn't post it cause I was so fucking divested. Man. We have come a long way since last summer.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, Angst

Trade Deadline day of 2022 may be the death of me.

Kevin is currently at practice while I’m drowning in every trade rumor that spreads across the ticker bar on NHL Network. Highly reliable reporters are spilling their sources’ secrets all over Twitter. Each breaking news announcement makes a lump push against my esophagus, threatening to consume me with its pressure. At least this will all be over in about 6 hours.

Before he left this morning, Kevin reiterated to me to stay off social media. I agreed that I would, but made no commitment to keeping the TV off. He also reminded me that him and General Manger Billy Guerin have a handshake agreement to discuss his next contract after the season is over. This agreement was made after Kevin’s rough stretch of games in November. Billy called him to his office and told Kevin to relax. The pieces would shake out the way they would, he just needed to focus on hockey. Whether this understanding is good or bad for Kevin remains to be seen.

The reality of it all is that the money will have to be at the exact right price if Kevin is to stay with the Wild. Considering how negotiations went last summer, and an even bigger cap crunch, I am incredibly uncertain as to where we will be next year. The high possibility remains that this is our last season in Minnesota. The reality of that creates a deep ache in the threads of my soul. The fact that we are even having these worries while Kevin is having another career year feels incredibly unfair.

The door to our apartment opens and Kevin strolls in casually. He’s on the phone and panic begins to bubble up in my chest. He wiggles two fingers at me in acknowledgement around the keys in his other hand.

“Jaký byl tvůj víkendový výlet?” He speaks into the phone. I recognize the Czech language, but none of the words, and that confirms he is talking to a family member. I stare intently at him, getting on my knees on the couch. Kevin tosses his keys into the bowl and kicks off his Adidas before moving into the kitchen. He sets his container of food on the counter and leans against it, listening to the person on the other end. His top teeth nibble distractedly on his bottom lip. As he does so, his brown eyes connect with mine and he raises his eyebrows in question.

“Who is that?” I mouth to him.

“Mom.” He responds.

Their conversation continues in Czech as I wait and stare. Kevin’s eyes dance in amusement at me, distracted by my persistence. He licks his lips, walking over to the couch and dropping a kiss on my mouth. He mutes his phone to speak to me while his mom’s voice continues to come through the speaker.

“I haven’t been traded.” He assures me, picking up on my interest in the conversation. “Just talking about their ski trip to the alps.” He walks back to the counter, unmuting the phone to respond to his mom. “Sněhová nadílka musí být letos dobrá?”

With Kevin’s certainty, I back off and slump into a sitting position on the couch. Kevin begins to eat his pre-game chicken, rice, and broccoli while conversing with his mom. The sound of his light laughter connects with my ears and I frown. How is he so nonchalant about this day while I feel like my insides are aggressively being torn apart? What is his secret to not giving a crap? I need it desperately.

"Sbohem, mami.” I know this means goodbye, so I throw a look at Kevin over my shoulder. “Damn, Maggie nailed this today.” Kevin insists, shoving another big bite into his mouth. Maggie is the team’s chef who caters to all the boys' culinary needs. Kevin prefers for her to make his pre-game meals so he can focus on important things like napping. “Come taste this.” He ushers me over to where he is standing. I get up, walking over to him. He pulls me closer by my hip and hands me the fork. While I stab a bite together, he studies me. His tongue runs along the inside of his lip while he does so. “How ya doing?”

“Horrible. Thanks for asking.” He chuckles at me, watching as I put the fork in my mouth and chew. “It’s great as usual. She is so good with flavor.”

“Yeah. So why are you all worked up? I told you that Billy and I talked.”

“Yeah I know. But I’ve been thinking. What if a team comes in with this insane offer he can’t refuse?”

“Then I guess maybe I would be. It would have to be a pretty significant offer though.” He shrugs his shoulders, again looking unfazed. I roll my eyes, instantly frustrated that he is so dismissive of the anxieties I'm having.

“Oops I forget, we are Team No Worries today.” I step away from his arm around my waist and turn to walk out of the kitchen. My annoyance flares more at the sound of his light laughter again.

“Baby.” He calls, “look at me.” I resist at first, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “Samantha.” He sing-songs to me, trying to keep the tension from absorbing us. Finally, I slide my gaze to him. “It’s going to be okay.” I stare at his brown eyes. I know he believes this, but I can’t jump onto that feeling with him today. Not until after the deadline. So I nod, knowing Kevin doesn’t believe it as he releases a heavy sigh. He stabs his fork into his food and mutters in Swiss German under his breath.

My gaze goes back to the TV, watching the analysts discuss a new pending trade call between the Rangers and the Panthers. It’s someone I’m not familiar with. I can hear Kevin moving around in the kitchen behind me. Eventually, he comes to sit with me on the couch with a glass of water.

“Can we not watch this?” He asks me, scrolling on his phone.

“I want to.” Kevin purses his lips in annoyance at me. “We have other rooms in this apartment you can go to.” I snip at him.

“Why are you so upset with me?” He snaps, holding his arms out in frustration. “I haven’t done anything to deserve this attitude from you.”

“You’re gaslighting me into thinking I’m overreacting.”

“You are overreacting.” He insists, getting a touch louder. “I’ve told you: Billy and I talked. My agent and I also talked. There is no concern today. You’re feeding into the rumor mill and not trusting me.” He places his hand on my thigh. The anger directed towards him dissipates at his touch. I push out a calming breath.

“I hate this. I hate all the uncertainty on what’s going to happen. It’s making me crazy. I just want to know what this is going to look like. Where are we going to be at this time next year? Is it here? Is it somewhere else?” I close my eyes and shake my head at him. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. Even after today, it won’t disappear. How much longer do we have to live like this?”

“At least a couple more months.” His tone is soft and understanding.

“I just want to know. That’s it. I just want a decision.” Kevin nods his head empathetically.

“I get that, but you know I can't join you there. Not during the season. If you need to watch this, then that’s your choice. But I can’t when I have to play tonight.” He stands then comes to drop a quick kiss on my lips. He silently leaves the room, heading to our bedroom. The soft click of the door announces our separation. For some reason, that makes me feel worse.

I continue to watch the trade coverage for the next few hours. Excitedly enough, the Wild are involved in several trades, but every time I see the announcement and their logo, my throat constricts painfully tight. Kevin stays in our room, tucked away for safe keeping until It’s time to leave for the game tonight. The last, big news of the day for the Wild seemingly revolves around Marc-Andre Fleury. The analysts begin speculating that Kevin may be involved in the trade. Panic swells in my veins. Chicago was not in the forefront of my brain. The idea makes a sour scrunch come to my face. I wouldn’t touch Chicago with a ten foot pole right now.

I feel out of control as I drink in every word of their speculation. But they don’t know. We won’t know until the final paperwork has been submitted. I close my eyes, leaning my head back on the couch cushion and feel the anxiety consume my body. The blood pounds through my veins, making my body feel as though it is vibrating with each heart beat.

I am not in control. We will be okay.

I feel air moving close to my face, then Kevin’s lips press to my forehead. Next, they go to my temple, then to my cheek, skirting along my jaw bone. His shirt tickles my hair as he leans further forward, pressing our lips together tightly. He’s here now. Does this mean the speculation is true? Did Billy call him?

“You are too beautiful to be this stressed.” He murmurs.

“I don’t know how you are so calm about this.”

“Last time I was traded, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m not afraid. I wish you weren’t.” I shake my head, unable to put into words all that I’m feeling. I wish I wasn’t too. I wish I felt a sense of security and peace that whatever is next is what’s best for us. I don’t. Instead, fear of the unknown is choking me until I can barely pull in shallow breaths. "You’re making it worse by watching this.” He insists to me. A moment later, I hear the TV click off.

“Hey. Put it back on.” I snap at him, reaching for the remote.

“You’re done for today.”

“There is still a half hour until the deadline.” He shrugs, then brings both his hands up, skimming across my arms until they rest on my chest. He gives my breasts a tight squeeze. I bite back the moan that pushes into my throat. His thumbs brush against my now hardened nipples. Involuntarily, my eyes close and I lick my lips, letting on just how good it feels. “I’m going to help you relax.” His hands come to the edge of my shirt, lifting it to exposure my bra to him. Luckily for us both, the clasp is in the front. The cups fall away, exposing perfectly, rosy nipples. Kevin sighs behind me, getting closer so our lips can connect easier. His fingers swipe across the sensitive peaks and the moan becomes too forceful to keep in.

“Kev…” It’s meant to be firm but instead comes out soaking in desire.

“Shh.” He whispers against my lips, fingers moving again. His tongue dashes into my mouth at the same time his movements increase. Wetness is pooling between my legs, so I open them to showcase my need. My hand goes to the back of his neck, holding his mouth to mine. My tongue dances with his in perfect sync. His thumbs and pointer fingers tighten against my nipples, squeezing them into submission. My back arches further into his hands and he spreads his fingers, taking my full breasts completely into them. His thumbs dance over the tips again. I shiver in pleasure as his mouth pulls away from mine.

“Come here.” He opens his arms to me. I stand on the couch, shedding my shirt and bra, leaving them long forgotten on the floor. I throw my arms over his shoulders. He pauses, grabbing my right breast and pulling me to his mouth with a firm grip on my ass.

“Oh.” I cry out, head tilting back, chest rising and falling rapidly. His tongue circles my nipple and then he pulls it completely into his mouth. He sucks and laps at me until my knees feel weak. My mouth rests on the top of his head, pressing kisses to his scalp, encouraging him to continue. When he moves away, the afternoon light glistens across my wet nipple, shining a beacon on his work.

“Ready?” He murmurs, before wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me over the cushions and into his chest. My bare breasts dance against his shirt as he walks. His straining erection teases me; the barriers of our pants too much for the state of arousal I’m in. “Hold onto me, baby.” He reminds me as he enters our bedroom. I’m not sure if he’s reminding me about now or the contract situation. The shades are open to accept the light, so when he sets me down, the sunlight highlights my naked features to him.

“Take this off.” I insist, shoving his Wild shirt up his abdomen. He does so, exposing the rigid muscles of his torso. “Fuck.” I murmur running my nails along the divots, salivating at getting to have him like this. My fingers move to the waistband of his pants, shoving them down. His erection thrusts out at me. I run my fingers along the thick, hard shaft, causing him to sigh in pleasure. His hands practically rip my pants from my legs after that. I laugh at him, but it doesn’t last long. His lips are on my inner thigh, instantly trailing towards our favorite place. My fingers thread through his hair as he pauses, taking in the view.

“Your pussy is incredible.” I bite my bottom lip as he places a kiss on my pubic bone. His lips press delicate kisses all along my lips, teasing me, making me ache and cry out until his mouth finally encloses over my clit. My head snaps back and my fingers curls into his brown locks. One of his hands comes to grab my free one and I squeeze his fingers tightly. I can’t help but move my hips into his face, which makes him moan in response. “So hot, baby.” He insists, tugging my hips tighter to his face. His tongue dashes deeper into my clit, making the pressure build unbearably tight. Every muscle in my body clenches. I squeeze the parts of Kevin touching me and then release all at once.

“Ohmygod!” I yell then moan deep in my chest. Kevin licks me through my orgasm, causing me to jerk then shove him deeper. I’ve barely caught my breath before he is flipping me to my stomach, pulling my hips up high into the air. His first plunge is quick and deep. He gives me no time to adjust to his thickness. His thrusts are rough and demanding, requiring me to take him quietly and without protest.

“Good job, baby.” He whispers in my ear as he connects his chest with my back, driving deeper still until my cervix tingles in slight protest. “Tell me if it’s too much.” I immediately shake my head fiercely.

“Don’t stop.” I force out through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl.” He grins and lets out a confident laugh. He knows how good he is in bed.

He stands back to his full height, slapping my ass gently and then gripping my hips tighter to drive faster. The bed squeaks in dissent. Our heavy breathing fills the room just as my second orgasm descends over me. I fall into the comforter, letting it catch my scream. Kevin fucks me through this wave and well into the next one already building. When that one is complete, he pulls out of me, kissing up my spine to the base of my neck. He nibbles at my skin there then taps my thigh for me to flip over again. His mouth comes to my pulsing clit and licks. I whimper at how sensitive it is and he softens his laps. When I’m back to the wetness he wants, he pulls back, grabbing my legs and putting my heels on his shoulders. His strong hands come under my butt, lifting my hips as he slides into me.

“Ahhh fuck. You are perfect. So damn perfect.” He hisses out through gritted teeth as he slowly moves in and out of me. My arms go to the side, allowing my breasts to bounce the way he likes them to. He grins, then gnaws on his bottom lip. His teeth snap tighter together and his mouth practically snarls as he takes in the view.

My cheeks and chest are flushed; I’m withering desperately beneath his hands. Despite the trade deadline, Kevin Fiala is having a great day.

“Touch yourself.” He insists to me, watching my hand come between my legs, lightly rubbing myself to my fourth orgasm.

As my fingers stroke, my eyes don’t leave his face. His jaw tightens, cheeks sucking in slightly; I can tell he is holding back. He wants to come, but he’s waiting for one more from me. I can feel it building, a little softer, less intense than the others, but just as exquisite. I surrender to it, arching my back as much as he will let me with his vise-like grip on my hips. When he’s confident I’m through, he finally allows himself to release, shooting deep into me with a long, profound moan. His chest heaves as he lets go of my legs. I spread them wide so he can fall towards me beneath him. He gently sets himself over me, connecting our lips immediately. His kisses are soft, nothing like the franticness of before. Both my hands run through his brown hair while my legs rest loosely against his butt.

“I love you.” I tell him in between our soft smooches.

“Mmm, I love you too, baby.” I trace the outline of his swollen lips with the tip of my pointer finger. They tilt into a smile under my touch. “It’s after 2:00pm.”

“And you’re still a Wild player.” I murmur, cocking my head to the side. He feigns shock then snickers at me.

“Technically, I might not be. My phone is in the other room. That would be quite the phone call.” He brings his hand up to his ear like he’s taking a call. “Hey Billy, sorry I missed your 18 phone calls. I was fucking my hot fiancé. What’s up?” I roll my eyes at him, cheeks turning a little pink.

“Stop.” I mumble, running my hands up to his shoulders, resting them against his firm muscles.

“Sex that good should be talked about.” He insists, kissing the corners of my mouth.

“Yeah? So you talk about me in the locker room?” I ask him. He sits back on his knees, looking down at me spread before him to accommodate his body.

“No. I know better.” He shakes his head, eyes serious.

“Mmm.”

“But…” He trails off as one of his fingers slides against my still sensitive folds. I chomp on my lip and wiggle against his finger. He removes it then dances his other hand up my body, briefly skimming my right nipple, then resting close to my mouth. His thumb comes to my bottom lip, pulling it slightly down with heavy eyes. “If I were to say something, it would be praising your mouth.” I slide my tongue out, licking his thumb then sucking it into my mouth. My teeth lightly scrape against his skin and he breathes out an angsty “Fuck.”

“What’s so good about my mouth?” I ask him while knowing exactly what he means. I can feel his erection building against me again. It teases my thigh making my inner muscles clench again.

“Where to start…?” He trails off, pausing for a moment, again taking in the sight of me splayed before him. I shimmy further down the bed so his erection is within reach. My fingers grip his shaft and tug at him as he thinks. His eyes are dilating again, his core muscles straining as he tries to remain composed. “You do this thing with your tongue that I swear pulls my soul straight out of my body. And you’re never shy about how deep you can take me. In fact, I think the deeper I am the better you like it.”

“That’s true. I love the taste of you.” I insist, shifting to get on my knees. He immediately backs off so he is standing next to the bed. I set my face right in front of his dick. It twitches at my proximity. I gently flick the tip of my tongue against the slit in his head. “Keep going.” I encourage, wrapping my hand strongly around the base, tugging upwards. His balls tighten against my hand and I grin. He’s already close and I haven’t even started.

“Um… Ah…” He begins but trails off when my lips press against his head. His hand goes to the back of my head and he eases me down. I take him fully and stay there until his pressure on the back of my head releases, then I slowly rise, dragging my tongue the entire length of him. “That. Definitely that.” He moans as I swirl my tongue against his head, dipping into the crease at the top. My tongue traces the curves of him, then I take him most of the way in my mouth, sucking and licking and squeezing him into submission. “Baby.” Kevin cries to me. I know I have him exactly where I want him.

“What else.” I ask during a brief moment where my mouth is empty.

“Fucking everything. Keep going, baby.” His voice is frantic, so I move again.

As I do, noises and begging comes from his lips in several of his languages. Most prominently is Czech. I have to hold back the smile forming on my lips because I want him to finish. I give him one final tug, then suck his head tight and swirl my tongue along the pulsing skin. He comes fiercely into my mouth. His hands grip my head tight as he sways into the bed at the power of his orgasm. I take every last drop of him in my mouth. When he opens his eyes to take me in, I release him. I sit up on my knees then show him every ounce of him on my tongue. I curl my tongue back in and swallow, falling back onto the bed like the damn queen I am.

“That noteworthy, Kev?” I tease him. He still looks lost as his chest rises and falls rapidly with his eyes locked on my bouncing breasts. When he looks back at my face, his grin is infectious.

“So… Ah… What are you doing for the rest of your life?” He wonders, eyes still molten with desire.

“You.”

“Fuck. Lucky me.”

[breitzbachbea]

Your turn! 3, 10 and 23 🤗

YES, another excuse to gush about the kids! Thank you! <3

OC Ask Game

Because I have roughly 240 OCs for my Human/Organized Crime AU - Yes, that is not an exaggeration, I recently counted them again. To be fair, this includes anyone I ever gave a name to, but even if they're an insignificant backstory character, they are a character nonetheless.

But because I have so many, I'll choose one for each answer!

3. is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

Leo Reiter is a very outdoorsy person! They're Lilli Zwingli's right hand and the only one in Team Liechtenstein who's actually a Liechtensteiner. As a child, they loved to play around with others in the nature around the town and go on hiking trips with their parents and dog(s). During their 20s and early 30s, they had less and less time for it. Both because of the pressures to excel at their job (they worked in finance before Lilli's big brother offered them a job) and because the dysphoria and depression was growing more and more over the years. They only went hiking for business team building and didn't enjoy it much. However, after they quit their job and started to work on their gender presentation, they found their way back to it. These days Leo enjoys any kind of outdoor activity, whether it's alone, with family and friends or business partners, again! Nothing like a good day hiking in the Alps!

(The depression, along with a ton of other baggage, was also caused by the fact that Leo tried everything, including sexual favours, to get ahead in their company. It wasn't a very fulfilling life, only living for others and always playing along - which then lead to them isolating themselves and building giant walls around them, once they left finance. Lego, the ship of Leo and Hugo, is ... god, is it a mess.)

And here's a picture of Team Liechtenstein! From left to right we have Leo, Hugo and Lilli! The artist is @c0ffinated - Hugo is their OC!

And here's one featuring Josef, the dog of Leo's parents

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

Charlie Higgins loves Classic and Hard Rock! He's the right hand and best friend, basically brother from another mother, to Harry O'Connel. (Harry is my Ireland which I made when I was 14. That's why he has an English name ... in the hetaverse, he's called Liam now, but old habits die hard, so it's Harry everywhere else).

To be fair, he enjoys most types of Rock and even dips his toes into the transition zone between Rock and Heavy Metal. Thin Lizzy, AC/DC, Queen, KISS - He loves those bands. At the same time, he's also into pop & a big fan of Mika. I honestly can't wait to diegetically integrate two Mika songs into my rewrites of Irish Problems and Italian Affairs, the two fics I've written for the main story arch of my AU so far.

In Irish Problems, which I am currently rewriting, I love the thought that once Harry has come to terms that he's probably bisexual and interested in Michele (my Sicily OC and the man they're trying to broker a deal with), Charlie breaks out 'Lollipop' to hype Harry up for the business dinner and encourage him in his identity while also downplaying the concern that his rose coloured glasses would endanger the deal. "Jesus loves her - She wants mooore! Oh, bad girls get you down - Sing it! Sucking too hard on your lollipop, oh love's gonna get you down ..."

In Italian Affairs, I'd love to slip "Grace Kelly" in, because there's a HUGE Charco subplot. Charco is the ship of Charlie and Marco Bontade, one of Michele's right hand. Love the idea of Charlie singing it while getting ready for dinner in the bathroom of his hotel suite. The entire song encapsulates the subplot so perfectly ... Charlie's fear of being too much, being unprofessional and at the same time insecure that he'll never be enough for Marco. At the same, Marco's subconsciously held back by his twin brother Lorenzo, because falling out of sync is scary to both of them ... so the fact that Lorenzo doesn't like Charlie makes Marco think he mustn't either ...

"How can I help it, how can I help it? How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby, putting my life on the brink. Why don't you like me, why don't you like me, why don't you like yourself?"

So in short, I think Charlie enjoys anything with a flair of drama, no matter how butch or glam, and a sweet guitar riff makes everything better! As long as he can move his body and sing along, he's happy with it.

I think it's illegal to post that one picture Jonah did of him YET again to tumblr, but you can see it in all its glory here.

Have these two done by @pyromaniacqueen too!

(Marco is on the left on the next one, Charlie on the right)

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

Tahir Rashid's theme song should be "Oh No!" by Marina. He's Arthur Kirkland's right hand and a certified lawyer who went through law school with flying colours. (We don't talk about the subsequent burnout and breakdown that made him end up in the mob ...)

Tahir's biggest strengths are that he's tirelessly dedicated to his work and damn good at it. The best is only just good enough, he's got a strong work ethic and keeps not only his own life in order, but keeps an eye on everyone else as well. He's incredibly intelligent, very eloquent and can be a charmer as well. He loves his family & especially his little sister more than anything else - to ensure a better life for his loved ones was the main reason he became a lawyer. He's often also the voice of reason to Arthur and Robert's hotheads. (Robert is the other right hand). He usually opts for a diplomatic solution to avoid confrontation, pulling strings behind the scene.

However, the spite that fuels his work ethic also is one of his biggest flaws. He's just as proud as the other two, wears his head pretty high and is easily annoyed by others. He's snarky and voices his disdain for others freely. He likes to hold grudges. Though very disciplined, he can't say no and pushes himself beyond the boundaries of his body to ensure that work gets done (which can be a flaw as well as strength). And his discipline also makes it incredibly hard for him to express emotions, putting a strain on relationships he actually cares about and on his own emotional & mental well-being. (I have never seen three so emotionally stunted men like Team England, I swear to God). His sensibility also turns into cowardice at times and when it comes to physical confrontations, he has to hide behind Robert & Arthur. As much of a deadly weapon he is behind a desk with a law book, as useless is he at an actual fist fight.

Here's a lovely Team England picture by @captkirkland, with Arthur on the right, Tahir in the middle and Robert on the left

And another two contributions by Jonah, first chibi Team England and a wonderful Railey one (Railey is Tahir/Robert as ship)

[dream-world-universe]

Ramsau bei Berchtesgaden

Municipality in Germany

Ramsau is a German municipality in the Bavarian Alps with a population of around 1,800. It is a district located in the Berchtesgadener Land in Bavaria, close to the border with Austria, 35 km south of Salzburg and 150 km south-east of Munich. It is situated north of the Berchtesgaden National Park. 

Elevation: 670 m

Postal code: 83486

District: Berchtesgadener Land

The Church of St. Sebastian, with the Reiter Alpe in background

Village of Ramsau

Notable sights of Ramsau include the third highest mountain in Germany called the Watzmann, Lake Hintersee, and the village's church.

Ramsau bei Berchtesgaden - Wikipedia

Ramsau, Germany (by Johann Ennemoser)

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RNZ Pacific 1045 25 Sep 2024

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UN: Global Urgency as Climate Collapse Sparks Action

  A Grim Reality Unfolds: Climate Collapse in Real Time

In a stark revelation, the UN World Meteorological Organization (WMO) has issued a provisional report indicating that 2023 is poised to break records as the warmest year ever recorded. Global temperatures have surged 1.4 degrees Celsius above pre-industrial levels, setting off alarm bells for the planet's future. UN Secretary-General Antonio Guterres emphasized the urgency of the situation, asserting that the world is in a race against time to maintain the 1.5-degree limit established by global leaders in the 2015 Paris Agreement. Guterres, in a video statement released during the opening of this year's annual UN climate talks, solemnly declared, "We are living through climate collapse in real-time – and the impact is devastating."  

Witnessing the Unraveling: Melting Glaciers and Rising Seas

Mr. Guterres recently visited climate hotspots in Antarctica and Nepal, where he personally observed record-low sea ice and the startling recession of glaciers. The WMO's report disclosed a staggering one million square kilometers less Antarctic sea ice than the previous record low, signaling a concerning trend. Glaciers in western North America and the European Alps faced an "extreme melt season," contributing to rising sea levels. The report underscores the continued warming of oceans and the ongoing meltdown of glaciers and ice sheets, leading to unprecedented sea level rise.  

Climbing Greenhouse Gas Levels: A Ticking Time Bomb

Simultaneously, concentrations of heat-trapping greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide, methane, and nitrous oxide reached record highs in 2022 and continued to escalate in 2023. Carbon dioxide levels, in particular, stand at a daunting 50% above pre-industrial levels, with the WMO emphasizing the long-lasting impact, predicting a sustained rise in temperatures for years to come. WMO Chief Petteri Taalas urged immediate action, stating, "These are more than just statistics," and emphasized the need to limit the risks of an increasingly inhospitable climate in the coming centuries.  

Dire Consequences on Lives and Livelihoods

The WMO's report paints a harrowing picture of the real-world consequences of climate upheaval. From deadly Cyclone Daniel in Libya to devastating floods in the Horn of Africa and severe smoke pollution from Canada's forest fires, the impacts on lives, health, and livelihoods are evident. Throughout the year, communities worldwide faced food insecurity and displacement due to extreme weather events. UN Secretary-General Guterres stressed the gravity of the situation, stating, "Record global heat should send shivers down the spines of world leaders," urging them to take immediate action.  

Roadmap for Change: A Call for Urgent Action

Guterres reiterated his call on countries to triple renewable energy, double energy efficiency, and phase out fossil fuels. Encouragingly, the WMO reported a 10% growth in global renewable energy capacity in the previous year, led by solar and wind power. The UN chief pointed to the existing roadmap to limit global temperature rise to 1.5 degrees Celsius, urging governments to set clear expectations for the next round of climate action plans and invest in their implementation.    

COP28: A Critical Juncture for Global Climate Action

The 28th Conference of Parties to the UN Framework Convention on Climate Change (COP28), held from November 30 to December 12 in Dubai, marks a critical juncture in the fight against climate change. Over 60,000 delegates, including UNFCCC member states, industry leaders, youth activists, and indigenous community representatives, are expected to attend.   Global Stocktake: A Temperature Check on Commitments The COP28 conference will feature the first-ever "global stocktake" to assess collective progress in cutting emissions and enhancing adaptation efforts. This stocktake will serve as a 'temperature check' on the world's commitment to the Paris Agreement, with hopes of catalyzing more ambitious and accelerated climate action.   Protecting People: Urgent Measures Needed Guterres emphasized the need for countries to go further and faster in protecting people from climate chaos. This includes ensuring universal early warnings against extreme weather by 2027 and establishing a "loss and damage fund" to assist vulnerable communities hit hard by climate disasters. Developed countries are urged to fulfill their promise of delivering $100 billion per year in climate finance, doubling the funding for adaptation efforts. The success of COP28 hinges on countries' willingness to use the global stocktake results as a springboard toward more ambitious climate action. As the world grapples with the looming climate crisis, the outcomes of COP28 will undoubtedly shape the trajectory of our planet's future.   Sources: THX News & United Nations. Read the full article