#WinFry

[amateur-selfshipper]

please tell us more about winnie and fry i'm so happy to see someone self-ship with him!!! he is sooo adorable and deserves someone who loves him 🥺

AWWW OF COURSE ANON❣️

Nicknames for Him: Honey, Doc, Dear 

Nicknames for Me: Pumpkin, Sweetie, Dearest, Dear, Kitten 

Winnie will legitimately sometimes forget that Mark comes from a wealthy family until she’s reminded. Like the first time she went to his estate she was like “Ho ho Holy Shit!” 

Fry likes to give Winnie gifts. Jewelry, nice, clothes, stuffed animals, little antiques and trinkets that she expressed interest in. He insists that it’s no bother at all since he has so much money, but Winnie still feels guilty and like he’s spoiling her more than she’s earned since she comes from a pretty modest middle class family. 

Winnie likes to give Mark lots of affirmation and reassurance.  Winnie wants him to know how much she loves and appreciates him and it always causes him to short circuit a little because he is Not Used To receiving recognition and appreciation. Winnie’s also super duper cuddly and loves giving and receiving physical affection. 

Winnie’s a very affectionate person in general, so it feels great that she’s with a kindred spirit that she can lay all her love on without feeling like she’s being too much. 

If Mrs. Tweedy is mad/lashing out at Fry, Winnie will step in to redirect and take the heat instead. Mark is both incredibly touched and incredibly worried by this, since he doesn’t want Winnie to get hurt.

They have to sneak around a lot in the beginning since Fry’s still married to Melisha.

Most of their dates are either in Winnie’s hotel room or somewhere private on one of Fry’s properties

They wish they had more opportunities to be together without the fear of getting caught

WinFry is Autistic4Autistic and they love info dumping to each other!!

Aaand that’s all of got for now! Thank you so much for giving me the chance to ramble Anon! 💞

[laugtherhyena]

Finally getting around to posting refs of my termina ocs, writing these kinds descriptions takes longer than i thought it would.

Character story

The silent Bohemian night reigns with an underlying uneasiness to it. You can't help but feel as if something sinister lurks in the horizon, just beyond where your eyes can reach..

In an attempt to ignore the chill underneath your skin, you reminisce about what has led you to this point in life…

You are the bastard daughter of the minister of All-mer’s church. From the moment you were able to understand the world around you, you knew you were not born to be loved. Your mother hardly paid any mind to you and your father was no different, if it wasn't for her threats to expose him for infidelity he would not have brought you into his home. You never saw that woman again, as the anchor that kept her stuck to that decrepit man was now in his own possession. For her benefit and your suffering, you stayed with your father.

Neither he nor his family were kind to you, it was clear as day that you were nothing more than an unwanted pest in their lives, one of which they aimed to take some benefit from by making you serve them as a houseworker. You were not allowed to eat at the table with everyone, nor receive beautiful clothes or a luxurious room. Years trailed at a snail’s pace as the man you loathed to call father continued to ignore your presence, on occasion he would allow you to enjoy some of the manor's luxuries, but only if you did an exceptional job on the house chores. The small room under the stairs was truly the only place you could call yours in the manor.

His wife despised your very existence and took it upon herself to make your life miserable, expecting you to excel on the most arduous tasks whilst still being available to tend to the family's every needs. There were many times you went to sleep with an empty stomach as a punishment from the mistress, other times you were left with a bruised face and a bleeding nose. With no one to care for you other than yourself, you learned how to tend to your injuries and illnesses with the help of some old medicine books from the mansion’s library. You took pride in your abilities to keep yourself alive and continued to improve your skills as the abuse became progressively worse.

On top of what you endured by the hands of the minister's wife, your half-sister was hardly any different from her, if anything, Madeline’s favorite activity was torturing you for her own amusement. Your shrieks of pain as she cut your face open with the ritual knife were a source of laughter for her, blood and tears stained the floorboards as the burning pain numbed all your other senses. You stitched your face back together, but no amount of healing could ever clear their remnants off of your face. She made you horrendous. Far too undesirable to look at to be around the manor when visits came by.

Your self-taught medical skills weren't enough this time, the depth of the cut was irregular, parts continued to bleed and stitches came off no matter how hard you wrapped your head with dirty old cloth fragments to keep it together.

Hate swelled inside of you with every string of pain, you were determined to never experience such suffering again. And so, you…

Stayed on the lookout for Madeline (Gain nearby awareness)

You stayed alert for your sister's ill intentions during all times of the day. The mixture of the aching of your injuries and the paranoia were incredibly taxing in your young mind, you became restless, anxious to the point where your heart always thrumped at an accelerated rate.

Nevertheless, it worked like a charm. You were able to evade your sister's grasp and even stop her in her tracks whenever she tried to hurt you or damage your few belongings. You felt proud of yourself even if it led to the mistress handing you more work out of Madeline’s complaints to her

Utilized your resources to the max of their potential (Gain resourceful worker)

To treat your pesky injury you made the absolute best out of the few materials you had in hand, reusing the same old cloth fragments to stop the constant bleeding and mixing a couple crushed herbs into blue vials to increase their capabilities. Keeping notes of your doings for whenever such tactics were needed again.

They worked, but not without undesirable consequences as your methods granted you a nasty infection that kept you bedridden for weeks. If it wasn't for the knowledge you gained on medicinal herbs from those old books you're certain you wouldn't have made it. You felt incredibly proud of yourself despite your rocky recovery.

After the fact you went on to dedicate all your free time into studying medicine. Countless sleepless nights were spent flipping through medical journals in the manor's library and filling notepad after notepad with knowledge you deemed essential. During the day, you dragged your exhausted body through the house chores, repeating whatever you read last night in your mind as you worked. Now whenever you got sick or hurt, not a single desperate tear was shed as you knew exactly what to do, which in turn made Madeline disinterested in tormenting you. It wasn't fun if your pain wasn't visible.

You watched as your half-sister’s physique blossomed into a beautiful woman while the conditions you grew under made yours grow skeletal and lanky, which paired with the nasty scars tainting your face made you loathe your appearance almost as much as you despise your sister and her entire family.

One evening, luck knocked at your door as a burglar broke into the manor and stabbed Madeline in the stomach amidst his escape. Your room under the stairs kept your presence unknown to the attacker, when it was safe, you followed her cries of agony and marveled quietly at the scene.

Your sister was dying, she couldn't even stand when the pain from the wound kept her legs in place. Blood soaked her clothes as her eyes screamed despair while you simply watched from barely a feet away.

For all the suffering she made you go through, her death would have brought you nothing but happiness…

Yet, you didn't allow that to happen. You grabbed a large towel and pressed against her abdomen to stop the bleeding, keeping her conscious as you waited for her parents to return home so she could be brought to a hospital. That woman couldn't fathom why you were doing this for her, but you were more than aware of where your intentions stemmed from.

Madeline would have died if it weren't for your actions, she's only alive because you allowed her to do so. Attaining a level of power over your beloathed sister of which she could never surpass, she owes her life to you for the rest of her pathetic existence and that fact filled you with a joyful sentiment much greater than if you had watched life drain from her eyes.

Your newfound brought you external consequences that had never crossed your mind at the pivotal moment. Madeline began treating you nicer, she started bringing you along her trips around town and lending you her belongings, chatting with you about life, seemingly interested in forging a real sisterly bond with you. With her abrupt change soon came her mother's, the mistress stopped demanding that you work around the house and began giving you money to buy good clothes and whatever your heart desired. 

In a matter of months you were treated no differently than your sister, even if your father would never officially recognize you as his daughter. These people now smiled kindly at your sight but none ever apologized, nor did they ever acknowledge the abuse you suffered in their hands as horrid as it was. You paid no mind to it though. What you seek in their care is the places their power can lead you to, and for that you can pretend to enjoy their presence.

You told your father of your interest in the medical field and he went on to pay for your tuition in Bremen’s most prestigious university. For the following years you were able to put all your time into something you truly loved while being miles away from those people, learning about procedures and tools you would never have access to if it weren't for the power you acquired over your disgraceful family.

During your studies, you couldn't help but think of the different ways your skills could be put to use…

Study anatomy and amputation (Gain hacking saw + ×1 bonesaw) 

Study anesthetic procedures (Gain chemical slumber)

When you graduated you wasted no time in joining the Bremen army. You were no fool to fall for Kaiser's lunatic preachings, but a lunatic with power certainly has its worth. If you were able to catch his attention then perhaps a fraction of this power could be passed onto you. Giddy with delight over the prospect, you packed your belongings while thinking of ways to make your abilities stand out amongst all other doctors and nurses in the army.

The reality of the situation was much harsher than you had anticipated, but you never cowered. Countless men on the brink of death came to you daily while the frail nurses grew sick with all the death and destruction, you took it upon yourself to put order in the situation and keep the men alive no matter how challenging or exhausting the procedures were. Each and every soul clinging to earth out of your doing added more power to your name, you were certain that if you kept this pace sooner or later Kaiser would direct his gaze towards you.

Keeping your sanity in check amidst the horrors of war was no easy task, you could feel your mind deteriorating as the months went by and the conflict worsened. Still, you never allowed anyone to see through the cracks in your persona, remaining as a miraculous savior for the most gruesome injuries despite being increasingly closer to your breaking point.

You were well aware that you would be unable to remain this way for much longer, not without a way to take off the edge…

Do some reading (Gain ×1 All-mer skin bible)

You used the brief moments of respite through the nights to read through the bible your sister gifted you the day you left home for university, it had been laying in the bottom of your bags untouched for several years. In the absence of anything better to do you decided to give it a shot, though it did nothing but remind you how much you despise magic and everything associated with it, especially the ones that dabble in your field.

You had heard about healing magic once or twice through casual conversations with your classmates back in the university, the reminder alone made your blood boil. A ritual circle and a sacrifice of some kind were all it took for any weak minded moron to achieve medical wonders that defied nature, requiring not a fraction of the effort you put into your work, yet capable of doing so much more than you could ever achieve with your own hands…

Your burning hatred pushed you towards working harder than you had ever before, dead set in showing your superior proficiency in comparison to those deranged cultists.

Drink your worries away (Gain ×2 Vodka)

Through the cold nights you navigated towards places where you could numb your senses with alcohol, be it establishments nearby or the army's own settlements where you knew soldiers would always sneak little things that could briefly take their minds away from the horrors.

Surrounded by men, you were thankful for having a good alcohol tolerance, but you had a hunch that they wouldn't try to do anything to you even if you were the type to become tipsy after a few sips. You could see it in their eyes, your efforts gave you an enormous level of respect amids both the soldiers and lieutenant. Your presence was striking and unquestionably imposing, if you ordered, these mindless buffoons would do anything you wished without question…

To have the confirmation that your power did increase significantly stroked your ego and pushed you towards working even harder.

But despite your continuous efforts, Kaiser hardly bat an eye on you. It seemed as if, in his eyes, you were no different than the countless other nurses in the Bremen army. Day by day that man’s ignorance filled your heart with ire as you grew to hate him and everything he stood for, but you were never the kind to give up, especially not after all the turmoil you endured thus far.

It may not have been what you envisioned but this project of yours certainly wasn't for nothing, as you received a command to travel to Prehevil, capital of Bohemia. Tasked with making a report on the town and assessing when would be the best time to coordinate and invasion. Perhaps if you excel in this task Kaiser will finally set his eyes on you…

With an unexpected trip on the horizon, how did you prepare?

Stock up on medical goods (Gain ×2 blue vial and cloth fragments)

Stock up on self-defense items (Gain Lugr Pistol and ×10 9mm Bullets)

Stock up on food (Gain ×2 dried meat and moldy bread)

Staring at the walls of the stuffy apartment you booked in order to lay low, you couldn't help but wonder if Kaiser himself hand-picked you for this task. Perhaps you are closer to your goal than you had anticipated.

Possibilities swarmed your mind until your consciousness slowly faded as you drifted off to sleep…

Character skills

[germanpostwarmodern]

Auferstehungskirche (1965-1968) in Cologne, Germany, by Georg Rasch and Winfried Wolsky

[rewcana]

it is IMPERATIVE that you continue to make your strange little noises

[older-is-better]

Winfried Kretschmann.

[dadsinsuits]

Winfried Kretschmann

[perkwunos]

Since the theory of signs is a language of its own and thus a system of signs itself, this theory should ideally be applicable to itself, being able to analyze the very system of signs used for the investigation of signs. In the discovery of this self-reflexivity of semiotics, there has been surprising alliance between the otherwise antipodean semioticians Morris and Kristeva. Morris describes semiotics as being both a science and an instrument of the sciences, a metascience and a "science coordinate with the other sciences" (1938: 2; Morris 2.1.3). Kristeva discovers this self-reflexivity when she describes semiotics as being both a metalanguage (being a "science of the text") and an object language (being a "signifying practice" like other languages). More recently, in the context of mathematics and logic, Hofstadter has characterized this type of antinomy as "bootstrapping," the necessity of having to lift oneself by one's own bootstraps (1980: 24). Kristeva's proposal for an escape from this antinomy was to turn semiotics into ''an open path of research, a constant critique referring to itself in autocriticism."

Winfried Nöth, Handbook of Semiotics

[smashorpass50plus]

[melangeknottings]

"Toni Erdmann" for Father's Day

Thinking of the wonderful actor Peter Simonischek today.

[althaeaofficinalis]

me: i need something new, huh looks like manta has that manhwa that everyone says is insane, I do like weird gothic shit so let's go

me ten chapters in: this author read a song of ice and fire and replicated the lannister kids in a new way that is somehow equally fucked up jfc

[lilakartoffelbrei]

POV: You have a hangover and the fancy neighbors come for a visit.

[laugtherhyena]

Hi funger fandom do y'all still remember me-

[germanpostwarmodern]

Winfried Nerdinger undoubtedly is one of Germany’s most distinguished architectural historians: between 1986 and 2012 he was professor of architectural history at TU München and with his trenchant contributions had a major impact on the discourses surrounding the Bauhaus and National-Socialism, the architectural and political history of Munich or the architecture of Nazi Germany and how to deal with it as built heritage of a grim past. In recent years Nerdinger also involved himself in the hard-fought discussions in the context of reconstruction in general and the reconstruction of buildings like the Berlin Palace in particular.

This year Nerdinger celebrated his 80th birthday, at welcome occasion to look back at past and present discourses in the form of a collection of essays: edited by Wilhelm Vossenkuhl and recently published by Prestel „Recherchen Reflexionen Positionen“ collects fourteen essential essays by Winfried Nerdinger in which he deals with his primary research topics.

And already in the first four essays the recalcitrant spirit of Nerdinger emerges: in the late 1970s and mid 1980s he was responsible for two exhibitions dealing with the Munich after the First and Second World War with which he recollected the council republic and its brutal suppression as well as the personnel continuities in the city’s planning and building administration before and after the Nazi era. His disclosures were met with fierce opposition and personal attacks.

Another sacrosanct topic with which Nerdinger provoked opposition is the Bauhaus and the legends surrounding it. Again, he brought up the painful subject of the continued existence of Bauhaus ideas in the Nazi era. Nerdinger convincingly demonstrates how the school’s ideas and design principles, and thus also its graduates and former students, were largely detached from society and thus compatible with almost any social system.

On a more recent note, Nerdinger interferes in the heated debates surrounding architectural reconstruction and pleads for more objectivity and less ideology: in a long essay he follows the thousands of years old tradition of reconstruction as a form of historic continuity. From the ancient world to the decades after the Second World War reconstruction was an effort legitimized by citizens and/or politicians and for the most part served as a means to strengthen identity and identification. On the other hand, many reconstruction projects hark back to private and not at all democratic initiatives, a circumstance that explains much of the opposition.

In view of the very insightful and at times bold essays collected in the book it doesn’t surprise that Winfried Nerdinger still is one of the most important voices of German architectural history. A highly recommended read!

[rewcana]

throwback to my sexy ass rose quartz cosplay from last year

*i was high in this pic*

[fabiansteinhauer]

Bild- und Rechtswissenschaft

1.

Winfried Bullinger: Nüchtern angewandte Bild- und Rechtswissenschaft, die nicht von selbst ins Anthropologische ausschlägt, sondern durch Registrierung und Formatierung, also durch Kulturtechniken, die Bullinger durch weitreichende Routinen, Fleiß, Talent und gründliche Vorbereitung beherrscht. Er selbst nennt das Vorgehen schlicht Stringenz, gut gesagt.

Sind Winfried Bullingers gründliche Register schon Klassifizierungen, Sortierung oder Kategorisierungen? Sammlungen sind's, und die haben bei ihm ein Sagen, keine Botschaft. Das Verfahren der Registrierung und Formatierung bestimmt das Bild, insoweit hat das Sammeln das Sagen. Und es bleibt was Sagenhaftes im Verfahren, es lässt den Bildern ihren Raum entwickeln, von mir aus Spielraum.

Bullinger zeigt zweierlei: Etwas, das begrifflich mit Behausung und Architektur (also in und mit Spannbreite) eingefangen werden sollte. Er zeigt insoweit mehr oder weniger nomadische, mehr oder weniger stabile/unbeständige Stätte [sic]. Zweitens zeigt er Menschen, die ebenfalls mehr oder weniger stabil/unbeständig einen Platz an einem Ort mit Anspruch auf Welt einnehmen und die auf den Fotos leicht (auf ungesicherte Weise) an Gebärden oder Posen geraten. Sie halten sich, manche wollen wohl auch Haltung.

Immer gibt es bei Bullingers Bildnissen einen dichten Kontakt zwischen Blick und Bild, eine intensive Beziehung zwischen dem Menschen und dem Apparat, den Bullinger nach Ostafrika mitschleppt, um Menschenbilder einzufangen. Bullinger beschreibt seine Aufnahmen unter anderem als Aufnahmen von Rändern der Macht. Neben der großen Sorgfalt und Disziplin, die er auf seine Arbeit verwendet ist es vor allem die strenge und fokussierte Zweiteilung, die mich an seinem Werk fesselt.

2.

Quid est roma? Contubernium romanorum: Mit dieser kurzen verwaltungsrechtlichen Formel aus dem stöbernden Material der notitia dignitatum, die den Menschen über unbeständig zusammenhaltende Stätten und diese Stätten über Bewohner ,oder (in einem schwachen, niederen Sinne) 'Statthalter' erfasst kann man auch noch Bullingers Zweiteilung beschreiben. Diese 'Statthalter' vertreten keinen Souverän, aber im niedrigen und schwachen Sinne sind sie, was sie sind und bleiben leicht verwechselbar mit dem, was sie nicht sind. Diese unsouveränen Statthalter halten kooperativ in einer Stätte, also mit ihr, und unsicher ist, wie weit das reflexiv, transitiv, transgressiv ist.

Für die Übersetzbarkeit in römische Formeln, Fragen und Antworten sorgt Bullinger unter anderem dadurch, dass er am Exotischen nicht interessiert ist und es, wenn es ihm einmal in den Aufnahmeprozeß gerät, nicht zum Bildnis oder Bild durchdringen lässt. Gut, da steht eine Frau mit einer Waffe, aber Bullinger würde sie so auch fotografieren, wenn die Waffe eine Handtasche wäre. Der Mensch und die Behausung, die Stätte und das Halten darin, also dasjenige was über Posen, Gesten und Gebärden manchen anspruchvollen Leuten gleich auch Haltung sein soll, obschon es doch zuerst und zuletzt vorübergehendes Halten ist, das bezieht Bullinger dicht aufeinander. Wie die Stätten auf seinen Bildern nicht den Hebel umlegen und Städte werden, so legen die Menschen hier den Hebel nicht um und lassen ihr Halten zur Haltung werden. Und dass alles passiert in der Stringenz, in einer stengen Formatierung der Bilder und Bildnisse, in der alles Methode und Verfahren ist. Das ist einer der Punkte, aus denen Bullingers Arbeiten ihre Spannung beziehen. Dass man nicht weiß, wozu und wo überhaupt diese Bilder und Bildnisse zu hängen seien, das spricht für sie.

Er bisserl römisch-katholisch könnte er schon sein, der Bullinger Winfried, einen gewisses Ergänzungswünschen scheint er zu haben. [Jetzt kommt was Uninteressantes, ich will es aber sagen:] Ich find's super.

3.

Rechtswissenschaft ist unter anderem ein Studium für die halb- bis vierfünftel Begabten und diejenigen, die was können, ihr Können aber nicht an ihre Fragestellung anschließen und vielleicht auch darum aus beidem keinen Beruf entwickeln, dafür aber jenes Geschäft ergreifen, in dem man fremder Leute Angelegenheiten ergreiftund zu übernehmen behauptet (was seltsamerweise auch als Beruf durchgeht).

Man findet also viele malende, musizierende, bastelnde und reimende Juristen. Bullinger verknüpft seine Begabung mit seiner Fragestellung (jener Fragestellung, von der jeder Mensch jeweils nur eine, ganz selten mal zwei hat und die im Satz ausformuliert eher fade erscheint). Gleichzeitig hält er seine Tätigkeiten auseinander. Kein Tag und Nacht ohne Linien, keine Linien ohne Wellen, keine Wellen ohne Kippen: Mal ist Bullinger einer der Anwälte, die man Topanwälte nennt, dann arbeitet er in Berlin bei CMS. Dann arbeitet er in Ostafrika und macht dort erstens Bildnisse, zweitens Bilder.

An denjenigen Max-Planck-Instituten, die zum Recht arbeiten, kristallisieren sich langsam, sehr langsam, Ideen, eine Ausstellung zum Recht zu machen. Wenn man das macht, soll man es richtig machen. Das heißt zum einen, zu versuchen, den Stricken und Fallen einer Propaganda zu entgehen, wie sie sich beim Aufbau des Forums Justiz in vertrauten Mustern der staatlich geförderten und anerkannten Staatsferne zeigen. Zum anderen ist man schnell mit dem Geheuer ambitioniertes Hobby konfrontiert, mit Juristen, die irgendwas im Umfeld von Gesetz und Gewalt rechtfertigen oder ihm die Rechtfertigung verweigern und danach in gymnastischen Übungen so Leinwände streicheln, wie andere Golf spielen oder schwimmen gehen. Die Dilletantische wird begrüßt, wenn es denn dezidiert anti-akademisch, also mit Spitzen daherkommt: aber: der Maßstab kann nur die Frage sein: Schließen sie das, was sie können, an ihre Fragestellung an (an jenes Stückchen Bewegung, das man auch als Treiben und von mir aus auch als Triebfeder beschreiben kann) und von dem jeder Mensch wie gesagt jeweils nur eine, ganz selten mal zwei hat.

[dadsinsuits]

Winfried Kretschmann