#apologies if there are any typos in the german i do not speak german. or even read the small percentage that the narrator does

[coquelicoq]

There are 60 million people in Britain. There are 200 million in America. (Can that be right?) How many millions of English-speakers other nations might add to the total I cannot even guess. I would be willing to bet, though, that in all those hundreds of millions not more than 50, at the outside, have read A. Roemer, Aristarchs Athetesen in der Homerkritik (Leipzig, 1912), a work untranslated from its native German and destined to remain so till the end of time. I joined the tiny band in 1985. I was 23. The first sentence of this little-known work runs as follows: Es ist wirklich Brach- und Neufeld, welches der Verfasser mit der Bearbeitung dieses Themas betreten und durchpflügt hat, so sonderbar auch diese Behauptung im ersten Augenblick klingen mag. I had taught myself German out of Teach Yourself German, and I recognised several words in this sentence at once: It is truly something and something which the something with the something of this something has something and something, so something also this something might something at first something. I deciphered the rest of the sentence by looking up the words Brachfeld, Neufeld, Verfasser, Bearbeitung, Themas, betreten, durchpflügt, sonderbar, Behauptung, Augenblick, and klingen in Langenscheidt's German-English dictionary.

The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt, i, 1, p 17

[zentraex]

Summary: You made a lot mistakes in your new job, but do you regret them? Nope, not a bit. But who can blame you for it? If you wouldn't have done them, you never would have met this pretty boy.

Remember: German Grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Pairing: Francis Mosses (doppelganger) x gn! Reader

(A/N): I usually write for mha, but this men dominates my fyp on TikTok and I can't stop grinning like an idiot about all this fanarts. My men is just too attractive for his own good. Nevertheless, Tumblr has too few fanfictions for him, so I had to do it myself. Still, I am not that proud about how it turned out. It certainly sounded better in my head, but I don't care. One shitty fanficion is better than none.

Art by @asteriscks on TikTok

This game is not mine, but Ignacio Alvarado. I also used phrases from the game.

Mistakes? Yes, but no regrets.

It's been a week since you started working for D.D.D as a doorman. 

You can remember your first day so well, it could have been yesterday. 

Well... probably because your life is constantly at stake. 

_

It started with a mistake that you ended up here. It was completely unexpected since you always made sure, that you sent your rent to the right account. 

Surely no one can blame you for a small typo, right?

Well, your landlord, who kept pounding on your door until you woke up, surely did.

"What?" you asked, annoyed, as you opened the door.

"When do you plan to finally pay your bill? The date has already been overdue for two weeks!" he complains. 

What?

"Sorry, but I've already transferred my money to you."

"Well, I didn't get anything. Do you still have the receipt for the transfer?"

"No..."

You already knew what that meant: double payment.

"Look, today, I'll transfer it to your account again, okay? If it doesn't work this time, it's not my fault."

You were about to close the door, but your landlord had other plans when he held the door open with his foot.

 "No no no. You will give me the money now. I don’t trust you. Why would you transfer it to me today, when it should have happened two weeks ago. You will give it to me now."

Your eyes widened. 

Now?

"But I don't have that much money in my hand? Who's got that?"

"Then I'll have to kick you out for now. But don't worry, no one is going to buy an apartment here anytime soon, so you can move right back in as soon as you give me the money."

Staring stunned at his smiling face you could have sworn you were about to hit him. 

"The keys?" 

With watery eyes, you grabbed your keys, placed them in his outstretched hand, and frowned.

What kind of person had such sharp fingernails as he does?  

You were sure that he could definitely have stabbed someone with them.

Thank God, I didn't hit him. 

"When do you plan to give me the money? I've heard that all banks closed today. Some kind of holiday among them, I've heard."

What!?

How were you going to get through the day today? You intentionally left everything in your apartment since you were so sure that you could have given the money to your landlord in a matter of minutes. 

"You’re telling me this now!?"

"If you had paid, you wouldn’t need to know." 

That filthy bastard.

No matter how angry you were at that moment, your panic was overweighting.  

What were you going to do now? 

Shit.

"Man, I really wouldn't want to be in your situation...", the landlord murmured.

Fuck the nails- This guy deserves a punch.

Just as you raised your fist, he speaks again.

"But maybe we can agree on something.

Then you stopped. 

"The D.D.D., which is responsible for the safety of all residents in this area, is looking for doormans. Ours has recently...quitted, which is why we are urgently looking for one. They pay three times the amount of your rent in a week. If you take the job, I can overlook your sloppiness this time."

Three times your rent? In a week? And for what? To sit there and check a few documents. You'd be crazy not to take the offer! 

"Okay. I'll do it. Where can I apply?"

"Don't worry, I'll sort it out for you. Tomorrow, you can start”

_

Looking back, it should have been clear to you that something was wrong. Starting with the sudden his sudden threat, the fingernails and this stupid story about the holiday of the banks. 

Maybe it was just because you were too panicked at that moment to think rationally.

But let’s be true here: when are you thinking rationally? If you did, you would certainly have quitted after your first day.

_

"Welcome and congratulations on your new job."

After watching the short video, a man in the yellow suit came to your window. You are so shocked that you can’t even answer.

I'm going to die today!

After all, you know it yourself: you're too gullible for the job. There's no chance you'll unmask a doppelganger who copies someone well.

“As you could see on the introductory film, your job is to verify the entry of the neighbors of your building. Each day there will be a list of individuals who will request entry to the building. It is possible that there are individuals who request entry and aren’t on the list. In which case you will mark on the checklist that they are not on the list and proceed to question the individual. Also, you must verify that the ID and the entry reqest are correct and have the respective D.D.D. logo. Don’t forget to also check the expiration on the IDs. Remember it’s Febuary 1955."

Your gaze wanders to the note that was stuck to the wall. 

Arnold Schmicht F02 – 01

Anastacha Mikaelys F02 – 04

Robertsky Peachman F01 – 02

Steven Rudboys F03 – 03 

Mia Stone F03 – 01

Rafttellyn Cappuccin F03 – 04

Admittedly, you don't know any of your neighbors, neither by character nor really by sight. You were never the type to care about your neighbors. 

"I wish you good luck."

C’mon Reader, be like Henry���

But better.

The first inhabitant was Mia Stone and you already started to sweat.

"Good evening."

Was she real? Was she a doppelganger? 

With shaky hands, you reached for her ID and entry pass, only to find that everything was fine. She was also on today's list and her appearance doesn't show any deviations either, right?

Just to be sure, you looked into the folder that described her appearance: 

Long hair

Small round nose

She has freckles

...

...

...

Freckles?

Your eyes wandered again to the woman in front of you, who was waiting patiently behind the window. 

You narrowed your eyes a little and leaned forward to get a better view of her.

No matter how long you stared at her, you didn't see them, her freckles. 

"You look different...", you murmur after a while.

"What's wrong with my appearance? I think everything is fine with my appearance."

Her photo on her ID and Entry Pass both have no freckles. 

Perhaps a mistake on the part of the D.D.D.? 

You're about to press the green button, but then you see her grinning slightly out of the corner of your eye. 

Shit. 

She almost had you. You're really not made for this job.

Your hand slammed hard against the red button, causing the siren to blare and the metal window to crash down. 

"3312," you murmur to yourself.

"You have contacted the D.D.D.. A group of agents has been sent to your building. Please wait for the cleaning protocol to run."

Cleaning protocol? 

What happens to those who were cleaned? They certainly won't be killed, will they? 

What if they will?

What if your judgment was wrong?

What if...

Your thoughts were interrupted as the siren fell silent and the metal window went up, only to reveal the yellow man.

"Cleaning protocol completed. You can continue your job."

It took a while until someone finally came again. 

This time, your heart was pounding faster. Significantly faster. And this time, you can't even say for sure that it's all out of fear. 

Milkman...

You definitely can't deny it: he's probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. 

You don't even have to look at today's checklist to tell he's not on it – a face like his would have caught your eye right away. 

"Francis Mosses, huh?" you murmured to yourself as you looked at his ID. "You're not on today's list."

"I’m not on today’s list because I had to leave due to an emergency."

Long nose

Thin chin

Tired eyes

Short hair

Wears a hat

It all fit. The only thing left now was a call. 

Just as you began to spin the wheel of the phone, he said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you here before."

"Yes, today is my first day."

"Must be hard, huh? I've heard that more and more doppelgangers are appearing and they are becoming more and more error-free. It would be a shame if such a pretty face as yours were to disappear forever."

Your cheeks turn red and suddenly you feel shyer than you actually are.

"B-But your job has to be hard as well. I didn't think that being a milkman would rob you so much sleep."

Francis smiles a little. So little that you almost didn't see it at all.

"It's not. I just stay up for a very long time. If you like, I can bring you some milk sometime. It's refreshing, calms the nerves."

You bite your lip slightly when you have to refrain from a question.

What milk do you mean exactly?

My God, why were you just such a sucker for handsome men?

"I'd be delighted, Francis."

You talked to him for a while and you quickly forgot that you were actually going to call someone. 

"I'd like to talk to you more, but I don't want to stop you from your work. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Reader?"

And you quickly forgot that you never told him your name. 

You pressed the green button.

_

"Shh," whispered the voice of Francis next to your ear. 

It was your third day, your third time to change shift.

Well, it usually would have been.

Your vision and mouth were blocked by the bloody hands of the doppelganger who claimed to be Francis.

He had killed the doorman, that should have taken over your shift.

You had to admit, that you were more than inconsiderate. After all, you didn't ask for his entry pass, nor the reason why he wasn't on today's list.  

"I'll let you go now, yeah? No wrong move, okay?"

He laughed softly as he released his hands from you and turned your chair, so you were facing him. 

"We don't want to hurt you, do we, Reader?"

The sentence shouldn't have given you hope, because after all, you were more than sure that you were going to die one way or another.

Maybe you should have shown a little resistance. For your honor, but....

Oh?

He is so close to you that you can practically feel his body heat. Or was it your own? Your face, despite your situation, was burning. 

Even though he said he was letting you go, his hands ran over your body and you couldn't deny that it did something to you. 

Were you so shameful?

"Actually, I wanted to wait, but I couldn't take it anymore.  I've been patient long enough, haven't I? It was so much work for me, to let you get this job."

You didn't know what to say. Honestly, you didn't know if you would even be able to answer him. 

His breath touched your throat as he spoke, "I think I deserve this, don't I? What do you say, Reader? Do I deserve my reward?”

If you were going to die anyway, why not enjoy the last few minutes?

Regardless of whether he was a doppelganger, he had lived up to his title as "Mlikman" that night.

_

"You killed the real Francis Mosses?" you asked the next day. 

Francis grins, almost so much so that his real form was threatening to show itself.

"Yes, of course. What would have happened if he had come before me? You would have sent the D.D.D. after me."

Well, he had a point, huh?

No matter how wrong it was, you were glad it didn't come to that. 

You didn't know the real Francis Mosses. That's probably why his death was so insignificant to you.

"Have you killed more people?"

"Just more doppelgangers you let through."

Your eyes widened. 

You were so sure you caught them all. The false success was the reason why you didn't quit…well, it was one of the reasons.

"How many have I let through?"

Francis just continues to wear his smirk as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't rack your pretty head over it, okay?"

You just nod, smiling.

"Are you going to kill others...?

You don't know why you added your next question. Probably because you wanted to feel special. 

"Would you kill for me?"

"Hooooonn"

When you turn your gaze to his face, two white pupils stared at you and his grin is inhumanly wide and black. 

You don't know if it's joyful or sadistic, but it definitely made you feel special.

_

Looking back, you made more than a few mistakes. 

But honestly? 

You don't regret a single one of them. After all, all of them have led to an all-too-familiar knock on your window.

When you look up, he waves, the milkman. 

[nerd-on-duty]

Tatort Saarbrücken (Spatort) English subtitles - 2024 edition (episodes 1-5)

For all international fans who want to watch Tatort Saabrücken (of annual tumblr trending fame) but don't speak German, fear not:

Send me a DM and I can send you a link for English subs :)

(Please do not send asks as I can't post them publicly and I've had the unfortunate experience of privately posted ones eating links or disappearing into the tumblr void, never to be seen again...)

For return customers: as of today (04 Feb 2024) the newest episode (#5 - Der Fluch des Geldes (FdG)) is now live! The Drive link is still the same and the ReadMe has been updated as well, so check that out for links and guides as always.

And as always: THIS IS AN UNOFFICIAL FAN PROJECT THAT I DO AS A HOBBY - PLEASE DO NOT POST THE LINK OR THE FILES PUBLICLY!

More info under the cut

You can pass them along to other people privately (though please also ask them not to post them and to let anyone else they'd like to share them with know as well!), but I really don't want any beef with the channel (which is publicly funded and can afford far fancier lawyers than me, who is none-funded and can afford no lawyers) because these are not official in any capacity nor do I want to leave anyone with the impression that these could be official. They're a simple homemade attempt at letting non-German-speaking fans participate in the epic highs and lows of Spatort because there currently are no official English subtitles. Any mistakes are entirely my own, I don't own any of the copyrights to Tatort or any of their characters or plots, yadda yadda.

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[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

20 questions for fic writers:

How many works do you have on AO3?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What’s your all time favourite ship?

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favourite fics you’ve written?

Sorry, I just woke up and needed some coffee for this (which I have, I think, already done a couple of times, buuuuuut you know I'm a sucker for ask games and also things change all the time, so thanks)

71, but some of them are collections with individual fics in them. So more like 110

1,054,645 (plus a couple of deleted ones and some anons)

Right now, BuckTommy (911), but I would still write Emhyr/Geralt if the muse strikes. She doesn't, which is fine. That being said, there's a couple of other Witcher pairings I'd write for.

Love can only heal (888 kudos), 3 Times Buck's Date With Tommy Went Awry (651 kudos), And How My Heart Sang True That Day (539 kudos), Confessions to Make (506, the only Witcher fic in that list!) and I'll Be Your Hero (494 kudos)

I do! You make friends in comments! There will be some occasions in which I don't answer, but that's rare and most of the time it has nothing to do with the one commenting.

I... don't write angsty endings. I think. Don't make me comb that 110 fics on AO3 to have a look 😂

Hmmmm Harvest of Sorrow sees Emhyr and Geralt get married after a couple of hurdles. I don't know, really. Most of my fics have a happy ending.

Not really hate, but I got some "there's a typo" stuff in the early days.

Yeah, mostly the vanilla kind because I like it, I can relate to it and uh I know it 😂 But I've stepped out of my comfort zone a couple of times, these fics are locked on AO3 so only available to people with an account.

No.

I don't know?

Two times! Both Witcher fics, one was translated into Russian and the other is in the progress of being translated into Mandarin, I think.

Yes, several times! (Also side-eying @sunnywithachanceofbi heheheh)

I'm sorry, but it's still Emralt.

Don't have any. I mean I have unfinished stuff but ... they're not WIPs.

I don't know?

Everything?!

Yes. I did that, I'll do it again. (Apologies to the Spanish speaking people who read my Tarlos fic. I've also used German because I'm German and I have, of course, used a made up version of Nilfgaardian because everything in that universe is made-up)

Star Wars!

I've Been Wounded, I've Been Healed and All the Pain. I am SO proud of All the Pain!

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Some Penguin headcanons, plez papa ;w;

YEAHHHHHHHHH

I love you so much ;w;

I'll assume you meant Gotham penguin, if not tho, just tell me and I'll write some other ones!! I was so excited I wrote these out within 30 minutes so if there's any mistakes or typos i apologize

Warnings: fluff, self image issues, soft crap, some nsfw topics

Reader: Gender neutral, a thug/criminal

look at this cute mf. god do i wanna top him

General Penguin Hcs

He gives me very big gay vibes.. I haven't watch the later seasons, but I know he and Riddler have tension in the show. Personally though, I don't think Riddler ever liked him in a romantic light.

He's a surprisingly good cook, even if he doesn't cook for himself a lot. His mother taught him all she knew, and he makes an effort to cook at least 5 times a week and make one of her recipes.

Despite his big strong scary persona, he's very soft at heart. Ozzie gives me very big 'rock hard shell, cloud soft insides' you get on his good side and you'd have to do something really fucked up to get off of it.

He and Viktor are good friends outside of the whole 'mob' business. They both understand eachother surprisingly well, and Viktor really does enjoy Ozzie's company.

Ozzie knows french, russain, Hungarian, and some german. He learned them mainly when he was younger, so he's only really able to speak Hungarian with complete accuracy anymore. Despite that he does try to practice his french occasionally.

He has horrendous handwritting, especially growing up. He never cared to make it look pretty, and it wasn't until he became the Penguin did he really start making an effort. If you see his usual handwriting, it's hard to read, and it usually means he wrote it while he was excited or nervous.

Romantic Penguin Hcs

Your relationship varies depending on when you two got together.

If you got together before he made a name for himself, he'd be a lot more dependent on you. You're the love of his life, gold to his silver, Icing on his cake. Without you he doesn't think penguin would even exist.

The problem would come in if you got together after his mother's death. He would be (reasonably) suspicious of you. He wouldn't believe you actually wanted to date him for him, you probably just wanted power, money, or to kill someone close to him. In all honesty, if you had the guts too, the first time you asked him out you'd be met with a knife to neck.

Be patient with him. Ozzie is a sweetheart, he's just scared. Let him understand you love him for him, not his persona. You don't care about power, money, or anything like that. Compliment the way he talks, his looks, his confidence. Don't talk about his money or power, not until you've been dating for a while.

When its just you two, he's as sweet as candy. Despite not being able to walk the best, he's willing to get up and get anything for you (if it's before he has butlers and body guards, than he'd just make them get it). When Oswald falls in love, he falls in love hard.

Some nights are difficult on his knee. If you offer to massage it for him, understand that the next day will be spent doing whatever you want. He adores that you love every part of him, even the part that got him his name.

Speaking of his name, especially if you were dating before he was a criminal, he'd prefer you not call him penguin. It isn't that he dislikes the name now, he loves it, but you're not the penguin's lover. You're Oswald Cobblepot's love. You're his soon-to-be spouse. Penguin has nothing to do with that.

Though, he does unironically do penguin like things at times. He'll bring you home pebbles and pretty rocks at times, and if you ask why he'll proudly explain how male penguin's bring their mates pebbles and rocks for their nest. If you wanna make him flustered and happy, make a mini-nest somewhere in the house. And If you have any artistic ability, draw some paper figures of you and Ozzie and set them up in the mini-nest.

He's sorta like a sugar daddy at times, too. What's the point in being your boyfriend/fiancé/husband if he can't spend all his money on you just to see you smile. If you don't like gifts though, he'd be happy to buy you something else you'd enjoy (he's definitely the type to buy out an entire zoo for the day..)

[pikachu78109]

Some Werner Werman HC’s that my mind conjured up at 10:00 PM.

((This is probably the first time in like two years since I posted anything HC. Not for Cuphead, but for other things. I got into Cuphead pretty recently and I figured that I would take a shot at creating some fun HC’s for the Cuphead characters! And as such, I’m gonna do Werner first, because I adore this sneaky, adorable German maus! Anyway, I apologize for any typos; I made this pretty late))

Since Werner’s whole fight revolves around anything war related (medals on the walls, his helmet, even his theme), I like the idea of Werner just being a fan of war memorabilia. Like, for me, I see Werner getting caught up in both the gritty and technical side of warfare, being inspired to create inventions and live out a fantasy where he plays a part in a war where he’s in high command. It could be that he dreams of being in the military but may have been rejected due to his size. He’s clearly a genius, so in order to cope, he turns to scavenging up anything that can be useful to him in order to build his military collection.

Speaking of collection, Werner’s a huge collector. I already touched on this in the last point, but Werner may be the type to collect many things and hoard/use them for a specific purpose. He’s not wasteful and see any considered trash to be potential nuts and bolts for his plans. Not just for constructing things, but he likes to do it for the aesthetics. The medals that are adorned on his walls could be misplaced items that someone may have lost at one point, and Werner saw the opportunity to snatch it up for himself (finders keepers mentality). Werner doesn’t think twice about gathering strung about objects that are in different locations, be it in homes or on the streets. If it catches his eye, Werner becomes fixated on it and sets his sight on collecting whatever treasure it is, disregarding safety and consideration of who it may belong to.

Werner, at his core, is a selfish individual. Yes, he is charismatic and creative, but at his center he only thinks of himself and his needs/wants, not caring at all if someone gets hurt or tries to set him on the right path. And Werner knows this about himself and he does not care. Yes, he’s an asshole but take a walk in his shoes. As a vermin, Werner is used to people chasing him out of their homes, used being called names, and in general, used to being the target of various items attempting to crush or seriously injure him. So why should Werner feel guilty for taking things that aren’t his? Why should he have to think twice about stealing from others just to survive? Werner will always have to face people hating him for what he is: a pest. And Werner couldn’t give a flying sh*t about it.

The smoking habit is pretty unclear. I am just going to go out of a limb here and assume that he picked it up from seeing others do it. I could see smoking as a stress reliever for Werner (even though it’s really bad). He smokes pretty regularly and most of his cigars/cigarettes are just ones that have been discarded. If Werner’s lucky, he might manage to pickpocket a unused cig without being detected.

The Katzenwagen is his oldest invention; probably the biggest project Werner has done since who knows how long. He treats the KW like you would a pet. He cares for feline machine dearly and if it got one bump, one scratch, then Werner is quick to patch it up before the contraption begins to break down. The KW acts and functions like a cat, having the emotions and behavior of that of a cat. The only difference is its cry, sounding more robotic than feline. Werner is still perfecting his KW, as it is his favorite piece of work and only companion.

Werner speaks mostly in German. Whenever he’s alone, he speaks in his native tongue and doesn’t alternate languages that often. He is fluent in English, but that doesn’t mean he’ll always communicate auf Englisch. And, yes, he does use this as an advantage to insult people who don’t understand German. Except for Dr. Kahl and maybe Hilda Berg.

[sastrugie]

my christmas break starts this friday as well! what’s up with your coworker? have her test results come back? is she doing okay?

alright, so my fav topics include:

- the russian revolution, as already stated :D

- the cold war (mostly from the east european point of view)

- the tudors

- victorian era england

i also really love peaky blinders (the show) and i occasionally enjoy reading about how different gangs operated back in those days but i don’t know much lmao

also, monarchy is just such a terrible system but i completely get your interest in the people! for example, i also adore reading and learning about the tudors and the romanovs but only as a part of history and not because i’m such a big fan of the monarchy? lmao if that makes sense.

and like, i lowkey get why the bolsheviks thought they needed to assassinate the whole family but it’s also really sketchy, dude ://

i think i like britain’s history just because it’s so rich and influential, but like we simply can’t ignore the fucked up shit they’ve done through the centuries. so again, i enjoy it but mostly because i love judging them for their actions lmao

and to answer your question, i don’t really know if i have many historical favs? i feel like i enjoy way too many problematic people lmao. nevertheless, the ones i’m most interested in atm are: lenin (shockers), anne boleyn, anne bonny, malcolm x - this list shifts constantly depending on my mood though.

oh shush you, i’m sure your style is bombing based on everything i just read :)

lmao i actually do that sometimes, but mostly in my mother tongue! but i also just love shakespearean insults in english, those are impeccable

and merci beaucoup! good luck with russian; maybe you’ll be able teach me a few phrases in the future :D

ooh what are you studying atm? if you don’t mind sharing, that is.

and me, i’d like to become a psychologist some day, so that’s pretty far from history as well haha but i never want the enthusiasm to die ever and i’m really loving how the two of us can just scream to each other about history in every single ask/answer :D

thank you so much for these beautiful recommendations, i’ll definitely check them out!!

here are some of mine:

books:

- maria stuart by stefan zweig (german author, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to find it!!)

- red crosses by sasha filipenko (fiction about the stalinist regime)

- the age of light by whitney scharer (historical fiction again lmao; tells the story of photographers lee miller and man ray’s romance in the 30s with little snippets into wwii through lee’s pov; the writing was stunning)

- sapiens by yuval noah harari (basically the history of mankind; so informative and enjoyable, i adored it)

- the real peaky blinders by carl chinn (what the title says, really; the actual gangs of birmingham and their not so shiny careers)

these are the best ones i read in 2020 but i’ll let you know if i remember any of my other reads!!

i also haven’t read any actual books about the 1917 revolution because i haven’t really had the chance to go to the library yet and i’ve been busy doing my research on the internet haha (it’s a fairly new hyperfixation of mine, to be frank). however, i’ll hit you up if i find anything worthwhile <3

documentaries:

- the russian revolution (the title speaks for itself lmao)

- genius of the modern world (3-part docuseries about marx, nietzsche and freud)

- world war ii in colour (lmao just a classic, innit)

- secrets of great british castles

- the last tzars (tho i’m pretty sure you’re quite familiar with this one haha)

- forbidden history

- secrets of the six wives

- anything by lucy worsley, tbh

these are all off the top of my head but again, i’ll let you know if i remember any more!!

oml i apologise for the long message and i hope your week is going well :D

dont apologize for long messages! <3 im always happy to talk to you 

sadly her test was positive UGH which means i have to get myself tested too (today) and if the worst case happens: i´ll have to spend christmas alone in my student flat bc then i obviously cant go home to my family (my grandparents live there..) so yeah, today 14:20 o clock... i have the test :( cross your fingers for me pls huhuhu

thats cool that we have the russian revolution and vicxtorian era as common interest ^^ i read a book recently its called “the ordeal” and its a triology written by alexej tolstoi during the times of the revolution. its a story about two sister and their love interests during the war times and its really good!!! 

oh i barely know anything about the tudors! pls hmu

ah yes.. the cold war... i have to admit im rather interested in the music and sociology of the cold war times but the political stuff is super interesting too! esp as you said from an east european view, so we can talk about that too!

yep. monarchy sucks! i understanbd from like a logical point of view why they shot them all, but the human side of me thinks its just cruel.. i mean yeah tsar nicholas wasnt a good politician but he wasnt a bad person either. but yeah, a difficult topic.. tbh he´s the only romanov im really interested in (i really dislike his wife alexandra tho lmao) hbu? 

leninnn :D i kinda excpected that! i havent really read much about him but he seems to be an interesting person! and who is anne boyd? malcom X yes! im really interested into the civil rights movement as well. I really like martin luther king jr.

englands history really fascinates me, and i honestly cant tell you why... but it is what is is hahhaa! nand duuudeeee omg they fucked so many shit up.. the british are a funny nation. but honestly none is unproblematic and every nation screwed up big time once:D judging is really important when youre intereste din history! like im interested in king george and queen mary but not solely for political reasons, more actually for their personal lives and victorian times and how they were as a couple, but i know... they did bad stuff too!

omg teach me some shakespearean insults pls! i only know a few victorian ones! and a bit of sixties slang :D 

im gonna reblog this and add some russian phrases bc my russian keyboard in on my phone :) but i use duolingo so the sentences are ... really weird lmao

im studying physical geography in Erlangen right now and am in my 7th semester.) im actually writing my bachelor thesis rn UGHHHHHHH

ohhhhh psychology is cool!! im really intersted in it, sadly i cant ever be one bc i suffer from poor mental health too much myself, in fact i have an appointment my therapist in a few minutes haha BUT i think youre super trustworthy and nice and easy to talk to so these are really good qualities for a therapist <3<3<3<3

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANKS!! 

i already read sapiens! its so good! and i know maria stuart by schiller haha but oml i love stefan zweig so imma add it on my list

ok and i will watch ALL of these (except the last tsars bc yeah i already saw it! and liked it ... kinda .. i didnt like the actor they chose for nicky, he didnt remind me of him at all)

i have alot of historical fiction books to recomment too: 

if you like ww2 “a time to live and a time to die”

ww1: “all quiet on the western front”

russian revolution and war time “the ordeal”

“intrige” by robert harris is also good (france 1896)

oh and documentary wise:

they shall not grow old is a coloured ww1 docu!

thank you so much for everything again i love talking to you :) have a nice day <3 (sorry for typos i was in a hurry)

[randomstoriesofabunny]

A taste of freedom

Summary: When you’ve been trapped in your head and your memories haunt you, a little freedom is all you need.

Inspired in the song Gasoline – Halsey

Words: 3000 (ups!)

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of physical abuse. DON’T read it if this makes you uncomfortable!

A/N: I wrote this for @persephone-is-here-omg challenge. I wanted it full angst and it’s fluffy at the end, but I like the story in general :) I wrote some lines of the song in the story like dialogues so they are bold. Let me know if you found typos or grammatical mistakes. And if you liked the story c:

You are going to be hydra’s fist, whispered the voice of a man, over and over like a broken record in his head. His body was still shivering from the cold chamber they got him out. They were dragging him through a concrete hall until they reached two thick metal doors that were kept guarded by two armed men.

When they opened them, in a quick glance he took in the interior of the room. He was able to identify at least four men wearing lab coats, scientists, he thought. They were examining some files, casting glances at him and whispering among them. On his left were several machines he couldn’t recognize and a metal cabinet. In the middle of the room was a metal chair.

“Let go of me!” Bucky wanted to scream, but it sounded like a whisper. He tried to push the men that were restraining him, but his body felt limp, “Don’t touch me!” if they listened to his muttered plea they didn’t show it.

The soldiers sat him in the chair and chained his arms and ankles to it. “Let’s start the programming,” said a short man with a heavy german accent. The chair started to buzz, two metal arms moved and compressed his skull. His heart was pounding hard against his chest, he squeezed his eyes shut. Then a lightning passed through his head, setting fire to his mind. The fire started to consume everything he was, everything he knew.

Bucky wanted to fight with all his strength, to resist them. Don’t comply! He screamed in his head. But every disobedience, every provocation ended with the same result. Pain. He heard his bones crack, he saw his skin bleed over and over again until his mind started to get foggy.

He couldn’t tell how much time passed between every beating or why he was being beaten. Do they want information? About what? He tried to focus on something that made sense to him that could give him a meaning of all this situation. But the images in his mind passed so fast he wasn’t able to focus on something. Besides, he couldn’t remember how he ended in this hell.

Make it stop, please. Bucky tried to focus on something desperately, the first image in his mind was a street, and several cars were parked on both sides. A blond kid was standing in front of him, his eyes were an intense blue, like the sky and he had a wide grin on his face.

He could see his lips moving and his eyes sparkled with excitement while he cuddled a teddy bear. What did he say? He wanted to speak to him, but before he could mutter a single word a sting in his side pulled him back to the dark chamber where he was held hostage.This is not a dream.

A whimper left his swallowed lips, he spit blood mixed with saliva. An excruciated pain in his ribs made it difficult to breathe. Don’t... The voice kept telling him, but it was starting to fade into the back of his mind. What he was not supposed to do anyway? He was falling slowly into the darkness, it was like small strings were slowly sliding into his mind, he could feel it, and how they wrapped around his body.

“Soldat” barked a man. The chains on his wrists, holding his weight, tingled when he flinched after receiving another blow.

“Soldat” snarled the man, grasping his jaw and forcing his head up to look at him.

“Ready to comply” panted the winter soldier. The man let him go, a triumphant grin in his face and looked for one of the guards, “get him ready so he can go in his first mission”

A new cycle began. At that precise moment James Buchanan Barnes stopped existing and the Winter Soldier was born.

It was a never-ending cycle, and Bucky knew it, even when he wasn’t sure of how or why. For him it was like the day and the night, but instead of the warm feeling the sunlight gave when it caressed the skin, he felt cold. His nights instead of being full of peace or rest were filled with violence, either by his hand or by someone else.

He rose again, but this time there was a different man standing in front of him or that was his first impression. They are always the same, the face is different, the color of the eyes changed between blue, green, brown, and it didn’t matter to him. Each man he faced, each handler, had the same essence. Violence ruled their ways to act, they all chased the same twisted ideal of freedom and repeated it as a prayer. Cut off one head, two more will take its place.

“Soldat” said his new handler.

“Ready to comply” he answered as he was programmed to do. He waited expectantly for his instructions. This man watched him, like evaluating the new toy he received.

Another man got into the room “Well, what you think Coronel Karpov?”

“It’s impressive. Hydra’s fist, the winter soldier,” then the Coronel approached to the winter soldier and as asked the other man “How do you programmed him?” “We make him believe he is part of a machine, he is not a human being”

A voice snapped him back to reality, to the room he got in the new avengers facility. He looked around and saw a blond tall man, his blue eyes full of concern. Steve. Bucky nodded slowly. His gaze fixated on the window, he got stuck in his memories again.

“Buck?” Steve approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Steve… I-I” Bucky stuttered, a heavy breath escaped from his lips, “I think there’s a flaw in my code”.

It had been a stressful week, since that day he told Steve that phrase he didn’t leave him alone. He mentally slapped himself, he had finally convinced Steve that he was fine, even if it was a lie and now he was back to square one.

He just wanted to be alone, and now he couldn’t. A sigh escaped from his lips, he knew Steve was his best friend and he just was trying to help but his attempts of making Bucky feel accepted by the rest of the team made him feel crowded. They trained together every morning because Steve was the only one capable of restraining him if something happened.

He was forced to eat breakfast with the rest of the team, but he was wary of all of them and they were always on edge, ready to react if he loses his mind. I’m not insane… Am I? The fact that he tried to kill them all at some point made interacting with them more awkward.

The only members of the team he felt comfortable to be around, besides Steve, where Clint, Wanda and (Y/N). He liked to talk with Clint, he had fought side by side with him in Germany and he didn’t treat him like he would turn into the winter soldier at any moment.

He recommended him horror movies, much to Steve’s consternation. But the most important thing for Bucky was the fact Clint knew what is like to be forced to do things against your will. And he offered him the opportunity to speak when he felt he needed to vent to someone besides Steve.

Wanda was a sweet girl, at the beginning he didn’t like the fact she could read minds and tried to stay away from her or put his mind in blank so she wouldn’t read it. But when she explained to him how her powers worked he was able to relax around her presence.

And finally (Y/N), she had moved into the compound a month after him. And in a lapse of two months, he hadn’t had the chance to interact too much with her because she used to disappear a lot.

He always thought it had something to do with her powers, even if he didn’t know what powers she had. At the moment his best option was invisibility. As far as he knew, Steve and the others rescued her from a hydra base six months before they found him.

But with all the fiasco of the Sokovia’s accords she left, claiming she didn’t want to be part of that. Or at least that was Clint told him when he asked about her. He wanted to know more about her and what kind of powers she had. However, Steve has forbidden the team to tell Bucky anything related to her, arguing he had to interact with (Y/N) and ask her directly.

That punk, he usually thought when he caught a glimpse of her around. Gathering the courage to talk to her was difficult, every time he approached to her he would say a thing completely different from what he wanted. When did I lose my ability to speak with a woman? He used to think, but he could speak with Wanda and hold small talk with Natasha. Why he wasn’t able to speak like a normal human being with her?

Bucky was trying to avoid Steve and his plans to do something together like the old times, he just wanted a moment to be alone and he couldn’t have it. All his hiding spots in the compound were useless now because Steve knew them all. With his enhanced senses he could hear Steve coming down the hall and he was chatting with Sam, he groaned annoyed. He needed a place to hide and now!

He turned around and jogged quietly to the first door he found, opening and closing it carefully. He stared at the door, all his focus were in the footsteps of Steve and Sam. When the sound of their boots against the floor faded, he left a sight of relieve out until a voice called his attention.

“What are you doing?” he turned around and saw (Y/N) standing in the middle of the room. Her voice was curious, confusion written all over her face.

“I’m hiding from Steve” mumbled Bucky, dang! He just got into her room by accident, he knew he should apologize and leave.

However, his curiosity took the best of him and he looked around, taking in everything that decorated her room. The fact that all the walls were covered with clocks of all shapes, sizes and colors confused him, and beside each one they were pictures of different places.

She snickered softly, “He’s nice but he can be annoying sometimes”

Bucky chuckled and watched her, she was wearing black boots, jeans and a big coat. That was kind of odd, they were in the middle of May and he was certain they were around 86°F

“Why you have so many clocks?” he asked curiously, and he realized each clock had a different hour.

“So I know what time it is when I travel,” she shrugged and went back to her bedroom. He didn’t understand what she meant by that, but the photos caught his interest. Bucky studied them one by one. All had the name of where he supposed they were taken.

She returned with a bag pack over her shoulder and approached him.

“I’m going to travel so feel free to stay if you want or you can come with me, I’m going here to watch the dawn” she pointed to the photo of a forested mountain covered with mist. The label had written Shirakawa-go, Gifu-shi, Japan.

“How are you going to arrive before the dawn?” Bucky asked confused, the clock said 05:22 AM and the dawn must be close, it was impossible to arrive in an hour or less there. The quinjet wasn’t that fast.

“I can teleport myself,” she explained, but she was a little surprised “you didn’t know?”

“No,” he whispered, now that make sense of why they would want her as an avenger, the fact she could get in an out could be useful. And it explained why she disappeared every day for hours.

“So are you coming or not?”

Bucky doubted for a moment before he nodded.

“Then run to your room and change into something more appropriate for hiking” she smiled and opened the door “I will meet you in the common room”

Bucky ran to his bedroom and got changed. He was thrilled, after two months of awkward small chat; he finally had the chance to talk with her naturally and she even offered him a way out to the compound he wasn’t going to refuse. In less than 10 min he was ready with a bag pack. He packed a gun and some ammo, because you never know when you could find trouble, a medical kit and other stuff useful just in case.

He walked to the common room and he saw her filling her bag pack with snacks and two bottles of water. She instructed him to put away another two bottles of water. When everything was ready she took Bucky’s hand in his and told him to close his eyes and count to three.

When he opened his eyes a small gasp escaped from his mouth. The travel was so light, it felt like he gave a small jump and now they were in another part of the world. Bucky took a deep breath of cold air, taking in all the different smells of the woods and exhaled.

“Let’s go,” she exclaimed, and motioned him to follow her lead.

The forest was covered with a soft layer of mist and a few birds were singing their soft melodies. He never believed he would be in a place so peaceful and beautiful, or that he would be able to feel relaxed. They walked for twenty minutes until they reached a cliff where he could see the top of the trees covered with mist.

“This is so beautiful,” he whispered. He never felt so free before, and he wished he could stay there forever, “Now I see why you disappear all the time”

“I’m not used to be in the same place for so much time” she shrugged, “I feel like I’m suffocating inside four walls”

“I know that feeling”

Bucky started to think in all the time he spent in a forest like this with Steve and the Howling Commandos, how they used to camp together all around Europe. And his heart sank, he missed his friends and he was lucky to still have Steve with him, but here he was, hiding from him. He wanted to scream and punch every member of hydra for taking away his life and turned him into their perfect weapon.

“Breathe” her voice stopped him from getting lost in his memories. He did as she told and tried to relax his body.

“I can’t stop thinking of everything hydra put in my head”

“I know, I’ve been there,” she muttered, her eyes filled with pain. And Bucky felt guilty for making her think about it.

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s not your fault,” she said and he could see she was trying to keep her tears at bay, “Hydra is merciless and cruel”

They sat in silence for another moment, the mist over the forest was starting to fade. He wanted to say something to her, to offer her comfort, but he wasn’t sure of how to do it.

“Thank you,” Bucky said and he glared at her “for letting me come with you”

“No problem,” she smiled and stood up and stretched her body, “Do you want to explore the forest?”

“Sure”

When they returned it was around midnight in New York, but Bucky enjoyed the trip and spending time with (Y/N) even if Steve scolded both of them for leaving for many hours without telling someone. The next day they went to Machu Picchu, with her powers they were able to enjoy the view of the ancient city without cross paths with the tourist. The feeling of freedom and be limitless, her company offered was refreshing.

After a month of traveling around the world, discovering new places and even taking photos of their little adventures he was starting to feel better, he could speak with the rest of the team more than polite small talk. It was slow but it was an improvement.

They were watching the sunset, sitting on the border of a cliff, somewhere in Italy. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was soothing. Long silences between them weren’t uncommon or awkward, so he didn’t feel the need to break them.

“You know Steve thanked me for getting you out of your shell”

Bucky chuckled, he was doing better, but that doesn’t mean he was fully recovered. At the moment with the friendship he was starting to develop with her was all he needed.

“At last the little punk will stop annoying us”

And when she laughed, Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. He never heard her laugh before, yes, she smiled softly sometimes or snickered from time to time but this was different. A huge grin appeared in his face, he wanted to hear her laugh again.

“I don’t believe is that easy,” she mocked and Bucky laughed.

When the sun disappeared completely he leaned back to watch the stars, he rested his head on the bag pack and (Y/N) imitated him. Bucky started to think in the last chat he had with Clint, before he and Steve left for a mission.

“I guess he was right,” he mumbled more to himself.

“About what?”

“Clint told me something before he left,” he explained and turned his head to look into her eyes “people can mend each other”

Masterlist

[doyleanddickens]

EXCERPT [chapter 2 scene 5]

So this is an excerpt of my current wip. I just edited it and I thought I’d show you. 

Vincent Hastings is a creative genius and spends his time mostly by reading books and remembering everything he ever knew. He is arrogant, he is selfish but he is the mastermind which the Secret Service is clearly in need of after a suicide bombing at JFK airport.

[English is not my native language. I translated my German into English using my brain and online translators. So there may be huge ass typos and mistakes, I am sorry for that]

*

It turned out that my father understood "Café" not only a very upscale establishment but an actual gourmet restaurant.

The "Café Carlyle" was set in a secluded street in the Upper East Side and was filled with men of pompous faces and women with pompous jewellery. So my dad fit in perfectly and it took me a long time to find him at a table for two.

I could not really say what I expected. I could barely remember what he looked like five years ago, but he was the kind of guy who looked five years younger than five years ago. He himself would probably blame it on a "healthier lifestyle," but he actually could not deceive me as easily as the media. I recognized Botox and a supposedly professionally coloured approach. I recognized pedicured fingernails and accurately plucked eyebrows as if I were the stereotype of a fashion-conscious woman. But I was not. I was just not blind to obvious things.

The man, whom I was reluctant to call my father, had neatly patted his nearly perfected hair into a side vertex and, judging by the smell, poured at least a pint of hairspray, which he unsuccessfully tried to cover up with expensive perfume. I could not say exactly if his three-day beard was an aesthetic remedy or if he simply hadn’t resorted to a razor because there was too much going on in the last few days. Judging from his tired eyes and the deep dark circles, it was the latter, since I could not imagine that a man who obviously made every effort to look young, intentionally had relatively unkempt facial hair. His suit was probably tailor-made, and under the dark grey jacket, he wore a classic white shirt and a dark brown tie. I could not remember exactly how old he was but if I had to guess ... I would probably still be right because I was in the knowledge of the details just mentioned. But I was sure that an average lady sharing her limited mind with the rest of the world probably had to think that this handsome man was not even in his early 40s.

"Vincent," something lit up in the man's eyes when he saw me. I almost gagged when I realized that it could actually be joy.

He had got up and now held out his hand to me. Manicured, as I could already imagine. I saw an expensive watch peeking out from under his sleeve. He did not wear a ring. Of course not. If you had been married to the best woman on this planet, it was difficult to find a suitable replacement.

"Hello," I said coolly, ignoring his outstretched hand and sitting down in the square opposite him.

"I'm so happy you could take you time," James Scott began.

"Of course," I said, looking up. "The actual meaning of time is very distorted, is not it?"

A small amount of confusion crossed his face but only so briefly that I could not fully enjoy the moment.

"Thanks anyway," he finally said.

"Not too early," I countered quickly in a calm voice. "You would regret it"

"I know what you're all about," he sighed. I saw the age in his eyes. It was as if he was visually ageing every second. This case really seemed to gnaw at him.

"Oh yes?" I asked ironically.

"Yes," he said. "You want answers and explanations and justifications, I'm so sorry I left you, that I did not contact you and reappear out of the blue ..."

"No," I said, holding back a small laugh.

"What?", God, the man was not used to being interrupted.

"No," I repeated. "You are well on the way to take the completely wrong move"

"Excuse me?" Came from him.

"You do not always have to apologize if you do not understand something," I said instead. "You are not the only one with limited brain function"

I heard him take a deep breath.

"I'll have a coffee, black, no sugar," I said to the expressionless operator as she came within earshot of our table.

"Me too"

"The only reason I'm here, James Michael Scott is the assassination and the fact that my help is needed," I told him patiently.

He nodded slowly.

I could really see how difficult it was for him not to get out of his skin. He was James Scott, people did not talk to James Scott like that. Why? Because they cannot venture it, because he was always superior. But now it was not like that. I was far superior to him, I was holding the upper hand and he knew that. And he did not like it.

And that's why I liked it even more.

"Tell me about the case," I demanded, folding my hands under my chin and looking at him knowingly. "Why do you need me?"

He breathed in a moment and then straightened up.

"It's a suicide bombing," he said slowly.

I breathed and looked up at the ceiling.

" Of course," I said emphatically. "You're fucking James Scott, Boss of the Secret Service, I was hoping for information that I cannot find on any news page"

He cocked his head in annoyance.

"We do not know any more," came from him and I burst into loud laughter.

I put a hand over my mouth and tried to suppress the urge to point my finger at him and keep laughing.

"No," I finally said in disbelief, staring at him.

He said nothing, just pressed his lips together.

I became serious.

He was not joking. He did not play. He said the truth.

"Are you serious?" I asked, leaning forward. "And you call yourself agent?"

"It could have been an attack on the president," he said softly. "Donald Trump was supposed to be flying back to Washington at the time, from the JFK."

I looked around, looked at my father, and leaned forward.

" No", I said playing surprised. "You don’t say"

I leaned back.

"I admire your willpower to speak out loud about any obviousness," I sighed, silently accepting my coffee. "I wonder how you came to do your job. Did you just throw all the most obvious facts into the room during the interview?"

I smirked.

"That's not funny, Vincent," he said softly.

"I think it's a little bit, especially considering that in reality you just let your son solve your case"

I looked around me, down at me and up to him.

"Oh wait, that will happen again"

I laughed at the pain that flashed in James's eyes. He did not deserve it otherwise.

"Are you helping me now or not?" He finally forced out.

"Why?" I asked. "Are you going to get a promotion at my expense? I'll tell you something: You cannot go any further, you're already the boss."

"Because we need you", he answered emphatically. "Because I need you"

I smiled at my coffee.

"But it took a long time for you to admit that to yourself, right?" I asked.

He snorted.

"Are you helping me?" He asked again.

I moved my chair back slightly, put my coffee on my side, and lifted my lightweight leather briefcase onto the table. James looked up in confusion and I knowingly opened the lid. Inside was a single, small envelope made of heavy paper, sealed with wax.

I lifted it almost reverently out, let the case snap shut again and put the case back next to my chair on the floor.

"What's that?" James asked, looking spellbound at the cream-coloured paper.

"My demands," I said soberly as I handed him the envelope.

He looked at me with a mixture of incomprehension, anger, and relief.

Yes, I had planned from the beginning to help him. I knew he would crawl on his knees in front of me and still I wanted to see him beg. Just because I was the son of the biggest asshole in the world.

James still did not take his eyes off the envelope finally leaned back and opened the seal.

He silently read my demands and his face became more serious from line to line. I saw his eyes flitting across the sheet, reading through the dots several times, sometimes getting stuck at one point and then moving on. Otherwise, his face was almost annoyingly meaningless and I waited patiently until he spoke.

"You were very thorough," he cleared his throat and laid the sheet of paper on the table in front of him.

"Either you conscientiously fulfil all these points or I will not help you," I said and nodded.

"That's blackmail," he said, narrowing his eyes.

"No," I clarified. "That's called a contract"

I nodded to him knowingly.

"This is about giving and taking, James"

"This is about you getting your will," he growled wickedly.

"And about you getting yours," I said. "That's the point of the whole thing"

He said nothing more.

"I mean," I put my hand to my chin. "You may like to think about that. Maybe a few days, weeks, months. I don’t care"

I leaned forward.

"Just be aware: these demands will not change, no matter how long you wait," I pointed to the piece of paper between us. "And the murder case is a game against time"

He sighed and rested his head on his hands.

"Okay," he finally said softly.

"Excuse me?", I bowed my head.

"I agree, I will fulfil your demands," he said louder and looked up.

"Nice that we were able to agree so quickly," I nodded approvingly, conjured a filler from the inside pocket of my jacket and handed it to him.

"Please sign below right"

Then I pulled out my smartphone, finished the voice recording that recorded our conversation and the verbal acceptance of the demands, and sent out a short message.

"What was that?" James asked after putting the capsule back on the filler and returning it to me.

"Oh, I just want to make sure you cannot find a legal loophole," I said, and at that moment a young man in a suit appeared next to us. A waiter put a chair to our table and he sat down on it.

"Lorcan," whispered James Hastings as he recognized the brown eyes under the thick curls. As he recognized my twin brother. His son.

"My witness," I said, stretching my hand across the table.

"I will comply with the request of James Michael Scott to fulfil the given demands and be available to the Secret Service in the suicide bombing investigation at JFK Airport," I said soberly and had to hold back, not too amused by the perplexed look on his face.

James cleared his throat and took my hand.

"I will comply with the demands of Vincent Michelangelo Hastings on the condition that he is available to the Secret Service in the investigation into suicide bombing at JFK Airport and any related investigations," he said, looking at me with his cold eyes.

Lorcan nodded and as if on command, we rose at the same time and left the Café Carlyle.

[aslaugthorin-blog]

Hello to everyone!

Hi, everybody. My name is Asloug. It is not, of course, but you can call me by this name.

Since I am newbie, I have to introduce what is this blog about and who I am.

1. I am ~Russian (my native language is Russian), but this blog is 100% in English. I am in progress of learning language and do all my best to avoid typo failures. My apologies, if you find my language not reach enough. I speak a little bit German, so you can feel free to write comments in any language of these three, it will be a pleasure to read and reply for me.

2. I am a market research manager and market analyst. I think I have call for it. But it is not my initial occupation. I used to be a scientist (genetics, boohoo!) but droped out in 2014 due to finantial crisis.

3. I am married and have a son. But it will be honest to admit that I am still in love with another man. I do not know where he is, and he doesn’t know where am I, so... we haven’t seen each others for 6 years. 

4. I have one goal in my life: to go abroad, to a country where people talk English (mostly). Yeah. Emmigration. I concider Canada (90%) and New Zealand (10%). This blog is about how I am doing it.