#ach Robert

[13-wonder-writer]

Wenn die emotional intimacy anklopft, rennt Robert Karow schneller als jeder Profisprinter

[queenmelancholy]

ARRRGGGHHH!!!

Sometimes I wish Thomas would just punch Carson in the face :’(

[menelaiad]

The Oresteia reimagined for modern stage by Robert Icke (2015)

[kinda-ok]

At what point in House do I make my sister watch dead poets society

[wikitpowers]

jordan kyle needs some appreciation......

like be for fckn R E A L he’s so hot for this

[robertwaltons]

hi frankenbesties 🫶 despite not really using tumblr much i thought i would come here to let u all know that i am writing a backstory and character study fic about everyone’s (or at least my) favourite polar explorer, captain robert walton!

i have three chapters up so far and am working on the fourth (edit 2/11: there are now Five Whole Chapters Wow!!!) and it’s been a massive labour of love so if you want to see all my silly little headcanons and a gay adhd loser (affectionate) being put in Situations check it out! 🌊⚓️💌

[a-way-we-go]

Karow, chillaxing

[lichtecht]

PART 20

of the dfk 2023 audiobook translation

@cnka

Narrator (audiobook): Robert puts another piece of wood on the trunk and swings the axe.

Bökh: „And you never wanted to get in touch?"

The Nichtraucher picks up a piece of wood.

Silence.

Nichtraucher: „Why should I? We didn’t see each other for the past ten years either.“

He rips the piece of wood apart with his bare hands. While holding eye contact with Justus.

Silence.

Justus lowers his head.

Jo: „Uh.. weren’t you-" Martina, quietly: „Jo, leave it. Lets go.“

Martina, louder: „We need to go! We still have something to do.“

The kids leave. Jo and Martina are holding hands as they walk away.

Bökh: „Yeah… Thank you, kids.“

Jo, whispering as they walk away: "What was that just now?!"

Robert picks up the chopped wood and walks back to his wagon. Justus looks after him.

Narrator (audiobook): If the two friends will find back together? Matze isn’t so sure of that.

Matze, sarcastically: „Well, that was a great success!“ Jo: „Yeah, so much for friendship between Internals and Externs.“

Narrator (audiobook): At least Robert granted Herr Bökh access to his wagon. He looks around lost in thought more or less, while Robert washes the dishes.

Dishes clatter. There is silence otherwise.

Justus stares wistfully at Robert while he washes the dishes.

Justus takes his eyes off Robert and starts looking around while Robert continues to ignore him.

Bökh: „I thought you were living in London.“ Nichtraucher: (silence) Bökh: „It's nice here.“ Nichtraucher: (silence)

Justus starts walking around.

Bökh: „I told the kids about our friendship.“ Nichtraucher: „As a cautionary tale?“ Bökh: (chuckles/scoffs) „No. Of course not.“

Narrator (audiobook): Bökh spots the poster of „the Bandits“, the same one hanging in his apartment.

Bökh: „The 'Wild Dog' that we always played in is still there.“

Nichtraucher: (silence)

Bökh: „Should we meet there sometime? For a beer?“

Robert looks up.

He lets out a small huff, almost like an incredulous laugh or a scoff.

He dries his hands on a towel and folds it.

Nichtraucher: (silence) Nichtraucher: „I don’t know what we would have to say to each other.“

Bökh: „Hm. Well. A lot of time has passed.“

Narrator (audiobook): Robert sits down at the table and lights himself a cigarette.

Justus turns as well and starts looking around again.

Nichtraucher: „Why didn’t you come to Marie’s funeral back then?“

Nichtraucher: „You didn’t even get in touch.“

[„You didn't even get in touch“ -> parallels to „And you never wanted to get in touch?“]

Justus is silent. He starts fiddling with his jacket and pulls it off his shoulder. He lets out a deep, shaky sigh and is silent for another few moments.

Bökh: „…I don’t know, you met her and… and suddenly you were gone.“

[Parallels to „suddenly your closest loved ones are gone“]

Bökh: „As if everything -our friendship, the band- as if that had all just been a dream.“

Justus turns around and looks at Robert.

Bökh: „Wir zwei. Wir hatten doch Pläne.“

Bökh: „That really hurt me.“ Nichtraucher: „It hurt you.“

Silence. Just the music.

Bökh: „Yes. Very much back then.“

The Nichtraucher lets out a soft incredulous laugh again, almost like a scoff.

Nichtraucher: „I see.“

Long silence. Justus stares out the window. Finally, he turns and walks to the door.

Bökh: „You know where to find me.“

Justus leaves the wagon. Robert nods to himself silently.

Narrator (audiobook): And with these words, Herr Bökh leaves his friend’s train wagon. If the two will ever see each other again?

[13-wonder-writer]

Tatort Berlin (Karow und Rubin) und Tatort Dortmund (Faber und Bönisch) sind aber auch so Geschwister im Geiste, ne?

Charakterlich schwieriger KHK wechselt zu einem neuen Team, nachdem er einen ungeklärten Todesfall in seinem nächsten Umfeld hatte. Dieser wird in den kommenden Folgen langsam aufgeklärt. Die neue Kollegin des KHK hat Eheprobleme, steht kurz vor der Scheidung und hat eine Affäre. Die beiden Söhne bevorzugen den Vater und wollen zu ihm ziehen und einer von beiden hat als Jugendlicher Stress mit der Polizei. Im Laufe der Zeit entwickelt sich die Beziehung der beiden KHKs zu mehr als Freundschaft. Dann stirbt die Kollegin und der traumatisierte KHK steht allein da

[theoniprince]

.:Allein sein mit Dir:.

"Ich kenn 'ne Insel am Müggelsee... wo ich nie jemanden mit hinnehme... wo man allein sein kann..."

"...dich würd ich mitnehmen..."

[non-e-per-sempre]

Meine Top 10 Tatorte 2023

1. Tatort Berlin - Das Opfer (einfach nur wow ! dieser Tatort tat das was Tatort Saarbrücken bisher noch nicht konnte, endlich mal ne Komissar-Gay-Love-Story) , stimmt immernoch auch im 2023

2. Tatort Berlin - Tiere der Grossstadt (weil das Thema, die Rache so gut umgesetzt wurde + Roboter)

3. Tatort Luzern - Ihr werdet gerichtet (Selbstjustiz auf einem andere Level und endlich mal action)

4. Tatort Saarbrücken - Die Kälte der Erde (Queerbaiting af aber ich ess es jedes mal auf)

5. Tatort Dortmund - Liebe mich! (das Ende = Trauma)

6. Tatort Dortmund - Love is Pain (Das Thema, die Liebe als Schmerzverursacher Nr. 1 war top umgesetzt und auch das man alles für die Liebe macht fand ich sehr spannend)

7. Tatort Kiel - Borowski und der gute Mensch (Kai Korthals ist einer der besten Tatort Villains ever! Bis ich gecheckt hatte das er Ihre Haare trägt auf dem Fahrrad, exploding brain emoji)

8. Tatort Zürich - Blinder Fleck (Drohnen, Jugoslawienkrieg, endlich hat sich der Tatort mal schweizerisch relevanten Themen gestellt)

9. Tatort Luzern - Friss oder stirb (immer noch wegen der Musik und weil ich Kammerspiele liebe, werde die Szene als Paint it Black spielte nie mehr vergessen, die Musik macht dass diese Geschichte mir so ins Gedächnis gebrannt wurde)

10. Tatort Saarbrücken - Herz der Schlange

Ende Jahr (2023) muss ich sagen, dass ich nicht mehr so strikte lieblings Komissare habe. Ich habe dieses Jahr auch endlich den Dortmunder Tatort gesehen und finde Bönisch, Pawlak, Herzog und manchmal auch Faber top. Saarbrücken ist aber nach wie vor weit oben und Karow auch noch, jedoch kann ich nichts mit der neuen, Bonard, anfangen tbh. Grandjean im letzten Zürcher fand ich so spannend und man erfährt endlich den Beziehungsstatus mit ihr und diesem Typen. Zudem geht mir seit ich den ersten Bremer Fall mit den neuen Kommissaren gesehen habe, diese Zugverbindung von Bremen nach Kopenhagen nicht mehr aus dem Kopf und wie er einen Zug nach dem anderen verpasste. Für nächstes Jahr habe ich aber wenig Hoffnung, denn Tatort Saarbrücken ist und bleibt ein Queerbait, Pawlak verlässt Dortmund und Berlin ist langweilig und Zürich ist eher miss als Hit.

Aber die Hoffnung stirbt zuletzt oder?

Meine Top Tatort Komissare:

Jan Pawlak Martina Bönisch Rosa Herzog Robert Karow Adam Schürk Leo Hölzer Pia Heinrich Esther Baumann Isabelle Grandjean

[atombonniebaby]

A little idea sprung to mind and I wrote a one shot!

Hope you enjoy (maybe you'll read this and you've heard this classic story us Scots like to spin 😅)

Also features a Mac headcanon and an original fallout themed pun for our boy to claim!

Content warning: Some mature themes and humour, so if your no over 18... Bolt 😘

(p.s I like this screenshot, so I recycled it 🤟)

A Scotsman never tells...

 "Like a Mole Rat, the size of a cat?" MacCready repeats with a frown, waving his hand through the smoky air. 

The Boss' hands dance around, telling his story in a way only he can, and damn it, if his eyes don't sparkle in the dim light of the Third Rail's VIP room, and MacCready reminded himself he oughtta never play cards with the man.

Mac slowly chuckles, boots up on the coffee table, cigarette smoldering between his fingers. "I call brahmincrap," he argues, furrowing his brows. "I mean, I've seen some wacko creatures in the Wastes, but no way in heck there are creatures out there that could have lasted this long with such sparse action in the sheets—I mean, if it weren't for Duncan, the MacCready line would be headin' for extinction—one chance a year?” he scoffs. "No way a species would survive with those odds!”

Nate just chuckles, sipping his Scotch. "Well, those wee buggers have the bonus eh decent dental, son," he smirks with a wink. "Soon as they find their darlin', they're set for life."

That stings a bit. "Watch it, old man, keep yappin', and you'll be feasting on Blamco and beans for the rest of your days—"

The bastard raises his hands defensively, smirking. "Alright, alright. Simmer doon—just dinny forget to snag yersel' a toothbrush next we're in Diamond City— or else it'll be you choking doon canned goods."

"Goddamn it, I brush my teeth! Twice a day!" he bristles, tongue proddin' the crevices in his mouth. "Ain't my fault some teeth never bothered to show."

Nate's eyes soften. "Aye?"

"Had Rickets as a kid...one of the perks of living in a cave, I s'pose," he shrugs. "Lucy managed to work out a treatment for the 'Littles,' by then, the damage had been done." He sighed, fingers picking at the frayed armrest. "I mean, I do alright now—cold weather can be tricky, old injuries hurt like heck, and I always gotta work hard to keep my knees from knocking," MacCready tried a laugh. "I'm mostly pissed because Lucy always reckoned I should've been taller."

"Ach, just makes it easier for ye tae hide in tight spaces, lad."

His lips were curling before he could even get the words out. "Dunno about that, boss. You of all people should know the difference a few inches can make."

Nate scoffs, doing his best to look offended, but there's almost a hint of pride in those eyes before he's shaking his head. "Damn—Rickets, Mac? No wonder you tire out quick, lad...Ye're needin' to cook more, eat some red meat, get some dairy in ye...and lose the hat and layers when ye can, get some sun on your skin...You'll be at more risk of it coming back."

He can't help but laugh. "What, so if I start chowing down on Brahmin and Radstag and soak up the rays, I'll morph into some tall, dark, handsome stranger?"

Nate grins, swirling his Scotch, "Take it easy, it's not a magic potion, Rob—actually, Haggis might be great for your diet," he chimes, changing the subject, like he always does when they get off track. 

"Haggis? What the heck are you on about now?" Mac chuckles, ashing his cigarette. 

The animated Scott explains further. The Haggis—or 'Haggi,' plural—those critters he'd been yammering about—have longer legs on one side of their 'dumpy' bodies—means they can only scoot around the hills in one direction. It’s a one-shot deal: find a mate or wait another year for some action. 

"Sounds like a crock of—" 

"Hold on," he interrupts, a smile on his lips. "In Scotland, it was tradition for families to hunt a haggis, fatten it up, and serve it on Rabbie Burns Night, wi' some neeps and tatties..."

"Rabbie, who now?" He raises an eyebrow. "The frick are 'neeps'?” he guessed 'tatties' was just his the idiot pronounced 'tatos.'

"Rabbie Burns," he chuckles. "Famous Scottish poet. You need to broaden your literary horizons, MacCready." His laughter fades as he continues, "And a 'neep' is a turnip."

MacCready opened his mouth, about to ask the boss to further define 'turnip,' before he was cut off.

"My sister El, she would break her heart every year. Took her forever to accept that we had to cook up her wee pal."

As much as he tries to believe—this tall tale about haggis sounds as believable as a three-headed Radstag. "I still don't buy it," he scoffs, trying to suppress his grin. "You're pulling my leg. If these things are real, I'll eat my hat."

The idiot just laughs, downing the last of his Scotch. "Would ye prefer a tell ye' it's a bunch eh mushed up innards, mixed wi oats and cooked in an animal's stomach?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick—”

His guts were turnin'. He took a deep breath to calm it. He's shaking his head, grinning despite himself. "Well, if it's anythin' like molerat, it'll just burrow a hole through my caps stash...I'll stick to Radstag, surprisingly not as dear..."

Nate let out a wavering groan as he tried to suppress a laugh. "You're a wee arse, lad. Dang sense eh humor eh yours is dire."

"Yeah-yeah, believe what you want...you're clearly at home with your delusions—they're entertaining, at least."

He takes a victory drag from his cigarette, leans back, and watches Nate's eyes dance as he delves into another tall tale about some sea monster.

Despite his skepticism, Nate's tales offer a rare glimpse into a world beyond the Wastes. So he listens, the taste of stale smoke on his tongue and a story spinning out before him.

He realizes this—this is as close a guy like him could get to what he always envisioned it would be like, to grow up with a father—lulled to sleep with a late-night tale about Wasteland beasts and heroic adventures.

The dad he couldn't wait to be.

Yay, found family 🥰

[mydaroga]

With Robert's thing of course there would be gayness. But there was no open gayness, if there was to be gayness it would be a quiet phone call that Robert would go and take in the bedroom or something. That was one of the good things, actually, because I knew he was gay and he knew I wasn't gay so we were quite safe in our own sexuality, we could talk to each other. Actually I remember one of the most touching conversations we had was about his mum and dad. I said, 'My mum died when I was young but I think my dad's great. He's a real fine man and I've got a lot of respect for him and I'm not ashamed to admit it.' Feeling slight peer pressure as I did admit it. And he said, 'Well uh uh uhg. I feel the same way about my mother. I love my parents!' and we had a little moment where we both admitted we loved our parents, which then was not the kind of thing you did. I don't think I ever had it with the Beatles, it certainly was not a common thing.

Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now

[mrburnsnuclearpussy]

[bobbie-robron]

Well she’s a much better actress than you ever were. (3 of 4)

Victoria once again complains about a tummy ache and Jack isn’t believing her for a second. Off to school with ya! Ben has arranged everything with the bikes to be rode on Andy’s field. Jack and Andy have more words where Andy puts his foot in it mentioning Victoria having been around his the other day. Jack is annoyed to have to fetch Victoria from school. Jack gets a complaint about noise at Andy’s place - the bikes. Robert is left to look after Victoria and to call Siobhan if need be. Jack blasts Andy about the bikes and a call from Robert is brushed off, focus solely on Andy.

23-Jun-2003

[ohneweiterebedeutung]

"Ich hatte einfach ein gutes Gefühl und habe mir den Ball geschnappt. Zum Glück hat es dann auch geklappt."