#Zauche

[jaycrakhead]

Zora x Gauche for fun (ZAUCHE)

The homies kiss each other goodnight

older stuff cause why not heheheh

(no homo)

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1622 003 bei Beelitz am 15.04.2024

[andreasbatke]

[rjana-luzica]

Wußwerk/Wózwjerch doesn't belong to the sorbian settlement area anymore - on paper

Old postcard of the Kannomühle in Alt Zauche-Wußwerk

Lately, the administrative tribunal of the region of Cottbus/ Chóśebuz decided that Wußwerk/Wózwjerch won't belong to the sorbian settlement area anymore. The representatives of the village community apparently have sued the state in advance, to take down the sorbian designation.

To be part of the area, a village has to take part in sorbian costums and traditions, and while holding the title of a sorbian village, all the street signs must be bilingual, as one example.

Wußwerk/Wózwjerch will be a white spot on the map from now on - despite some sorbian inhabitants and its geographic location in the spree forest/Błota. Many costums were forbidden under the Nazi regime and weren't picked up again during the GDR, so who's to say what's sorbian and what's not nowadays? Well, on paper, claiming the village of Wußwerk /Wózwjerch as sorbian, would he illegal.

It is feared that this action will have the consequence of more villages declining their sorbian heritage. A bunch of villages have already submitted their application.

After some relatively stable decades, the sorbian area will continue to decrease again.

[goalhofer]

2023 In Memoriam Part 20

Bill Mondt, 88

Chris Von Gross-Zauche aka Chris Strachwitz, 91

Gloria Belle, 83

Michel Cordes, 77

Brian McKenna, 77

Vida Blue; Jr., 73

Frank Kozik, 61

Pietro Barucci, 100

Jim Copeland, 84

Sam Gross, 89

Bishop Patrick J. McGrath, 77

Ingrid Arvidsson, 103

Ray Fortin, 82

Larry Foster, 85

Hassan Idrissi, 46

Grover Jones, 89

Vic Stasiuk, 93

Alexandros Varitiamadis, 28

Joe Kapp, 85

Vern Holtgrave, 80

Bishop Edward Cullen, 90

Denny Crum, 86

Heather Armstrong, 47

Jacklyn Zeman, 70

Moon Chin, 110

Bishop Carlos Jesús Patricio Baladrón Valdés, 78

Ed Flanagan, 79

Lt. Gen. Donald Kirkland II, 61

Loonkito, 19

Nakanishi Futoshi, 90

[goldammerchen]

idk where i am idk what i am doing (half-joking translators exist, and i did this search a while back because i wanted to see the blue coats that are mentioned on wiki)

not very specific but berlin and prussia are mentioned. even...

Westlicher Teil: Altpreußische Schleifenhauben Tracht

oh—? wait

New Zauche and the loop hood costume called “old Prussian” according to tradition.

(from wiki) nvm?

i recently learned that if you search for albert kretschmer on wikimedia you get a lot of refs for traditional clothes around the german-speaking parts of europe, including prussia which can admittedly be hard to find stuff for in this regard ime.

(note that not all results are actually kretschmer’s work specifically lol but you guys might find it an interesting reference)

[rwpohl]

[apocalypsewriters]

12 days of writer self love day 4: blood

This is an angsty piece I wrote 3 years ago, and was the first thing I thought of with the prompt. When I wrote it I was super proud of it, so now is its chance to see the light of day.

Bella was making breakfast in the kitchen when it happened. It came out of the blue since she hadn’t had a blood surge in a while - the last one happened a few days ago before she met Zach. As unexpected as it was, she’d had some warning; a slight dizzy spell which prompted her to set down the pot she’d been preparing on the paraffin stove which she’d found in a junkyard and miraculously managed to salvage.

She let out her breath in a huff as her joints and muscles tightened. She tried to keep herself upright, but the pain surged and she collapsed with a dull thump, which alerted Freddie, who was reading on the couch waiting for breakfast.

“Bella?” he called out, concerned. Through the fog of pain, Bella heard the creak of the couch as he got up and the padding of his feet on the metal floor. With what little concentration she had left, Bella tried to reach for the chair near her to prop herself up before Freddie saw her helpless form sprawled out on the floor. She didn’t want to worry him, he had enough problems; even if he didn’t share them she could see the melancholy in his eyes. Unfortunately, another wave of pain washed over her and her outstretched arm hit the floor, creating even more agony. She groaned quietly. A gasp moments later told her that Freddie finally found her.

“Oh my goodness,” Bella heard the panic build in his voice. His book fell to the floor with a thud, not helping her throbbing head. “Zach? Uh, Zauch?! Can you come please? Now!”

Zach tottered out from his section of the bunker. Grumbling and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Freddie, what is it? I just woke up. Can’t this wait?” Zach’s footsteps stopped abruptly, before growing louder and faster, banging across the floor, slightly increasing Bella’s pain.

“Shoot! What happened, Freddie?” he sounded more awake now.

“I have no idea,” Freddie replied. “I heard a thump and come over, and she was just lying on the floor.”

The next surge brought the pain level close to the blood surge, which had made her black out. Her ears started ringing, and the boys’ voices grew muffled. She caught the words “move” and “couch”, before feeling pressure by her ankles, a light touch behind her head and a sudden weightlessness. Mere moments after leaving the cold, hard ground she barely felt the embrace of the couch while her pain level peaked. Lights and voices swam about in her mind, memory and present mixing together, imagination and reality becoming an indistinguishable blur as she flitted in and out of consciousness.

Slowly, the pain reduced and Bella regained some control of her muscles. She opened her eyes gradually, not realising she’d shut them under her body’s stress. She sat up gingerly, propping herself against the back of the couch, swinging her legs onto the floor, and twisted her neck slightly, hearing the joints pop. Bringing her attention in front of her, she saw Freddie and Zach sitting cross-legged on either side of her feet, looking expectantly up at her. Freddie looked lost and a little traumatised, his world shaken up by Bella’s weakness, while Zach seemed concerned and somewhat angry.

“What the heck was that?” Zach demanded hotly.

“Uh, to be honest, I’m not really sure,” Bella answered honestly and vaguely, grimacing at the scratchiness of her voice, which sounded like she’d been gargling nails and only amplified Freddie’s uneasiness.

“Well, tell us what you do know,” Zach’s tone took on what Bella could only describe as an air similar to an official interrogation, which was a skill she attested to being learned from his police officer father.

“Give me a second,” Bella stalled as she got up, wincing at the lingering ache in her muscles. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a swig as she sat down with a hiss, her body protesting at the movement. She waved Freddie away, who’d gotten up to help her, before continuing.

“I call them blood surges. It’s the most accurate description I could come up with - it feels like my blood is boiling in my veins, and there are random surges of pain during it.” Zach frowned at Bella’s words. She kept speaking, disregarding the older boy’s darkening expression, before continuing her explanation.

“I lose most sometimes all control over my body, which is why I collapsed before.”

Zach cut her off before she could continue, “So this isn’t new. It’s happened before.”

Bella nodded, “The first time was right after the green gas was released and I had a few more after that, sometimes while running from the infected.” After grimacing at the memory of the panic she’d felt in those situations, she gave Freddie a weak smile, hoping to cheer him up by using his terminology. However, his expression remained shell-shocked.

“So this happens regularly?” Zach tried to specify.

Bella shook her head no, “This is the first time it’s happened since you’ve arrived. So it’s pretty irregular, and I generally have little to no warning beforehand.”

“Why didn’t I notice?” Freddie spoke up for the first time since the incident started.

Bella shrugged, “You were out scavenging I think.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” hurt and heat built up in his voice.

“It was unimportant.”

“But I could’ve helped. Saved you some pain. Something!” Freddie’s voice cracked.

Trying to remain calm, but struggling slightly Bella replied, “I had it under control. It didn’t endanger us. Besides, we’re all entitled to some secrets. Don’t pretend that you’ve told us everything about you, I’ve seen it. You’re not the only genius around here!”

“Yeah, well-”

“ENOUGH!!” Zach interrupted, sensing the situation escalating. Freddie took a calming breath, he seemed to be tense, a little jarred after losing his cool. Bella saw the wheels start turning in his mind, thinking over solutions for a problem he was yet to share, and she smiled slightly, comforted by the return to order.

“What do you think this is linked to?” asked Freddie. “The gases perhaps? Seeing as that’s when you said it first occurred.”

Bella’s curiosity was kindled. She tilted her head back to rest on the back of the couch and started to ponder the seemingly endless possibilities for her “affliction”.

Zach awkwardly cleared his throat, intimidated and isolated by knowledge he didn’t understand, and interrupted Bella’s train of thought. “Is something burning?”

“Oh no!” she cried. “Breakfast!” She started to stand up, but Zach pushed her down gently.

“I’ll get it. Don’t strain yourself after what just happened.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Bella reassured both boys, brush Zach’s hands off and standing up fully. She staggered, what she hoped was the last of the pain hitting her like a wall. Zach shot up and grabbed her shoulder, stabilizing her. He seemed skeptical of her proclamation.

“Really,” she insisted. “It’ll be okay. You don’t know how to do breakfast anyway.” With that she strode off to the kitchen leaving behind a frowning Zach and Freddie reading on the couch once more.

[moon-child-68]

Raelyn Ramey Photography

Amour - Lingerie

Marie Kelly - Makeup

Emily Powell - prop stylist

Hannah Arant + Jacob Zauche - Hair

[theprincessofsatana-blog]

My first disappoitment

Hello. Most recently, I learned about my school teachers things that shocked me and I want to share with you.

This story was told to me by "Girl of 10B" (I am sure that she did not lie). My foreign language teacher, let's call her "Foreign Woman," lower her grades. "Girl of 10B" told her mother about this, she went to school to talk to "Foreign Woman". After that, "Foreign Woman" approached to "Girl of 10B" and said: "Girl, close your nasty little mouth" (It was meant that she wouldn’t tell anyone anymore about undervaluation). Then, “Zauch” came up to “Girl of 10B”, showed a photo of an unknown smoking girl and said that if “Girl of 10B” did not stop “to slander” on “Foreign Woman”, then she would show this photo to mother of “Girl of 10B”. In general, threatened. As well as "Foreign Woman 2" (another foreign language teacher) said "Girl of 10B" that she spoke with her about "Foreign Woman" and insulted her. In fact, this was not.

   Total. Most of the "good" teachers are rotten in the soul and that is terrible. I thought Foreign Woman was a great teacher, but I was disappointed. I was very uncomfortable when "Girl of 10B" told this story. It always hurts to give up on people. And it does not matter whether the teacher or your friend

   Thanks for reading this story. I tried to write briefly, so as not to load you with large text.

   P.S. Choose really great people so that it doesn’t hurt.

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1622 001 in Elsholz bei Beelitz am 15.04.2024

[andreasbatke]

[adohraufdieohren]

thea wang - Tell me About It

thea wang – Tell me About It

Diesen Sommer erscheint das Debütalbum der Norwegerin thea wang, jetzt veröffentlicht sie die erste Single daraus. thea sagt, sie fühle sich inspiriert von dem Melodienbögen gestandener Jazzmusikern und Singer-Songwritern ihrer Heimat, aber auch von Joni Mitschell . Ich denke, das hört man dem Song und hrer Interpretation von “Tell me About It” zauch an..  Foto oben: Louise Hvas thea sagt über…

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Buchholz Zauche 2

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