#christian leitner

[thisisrealy2kok]

Love Parade ´01 by Christian Leitner

[darkacademiaarchivist]

CHRISTIAN LINDNER STUPID IDIOT MOTHER FUCKING CHRISTIAN LINDNER GODDAMN FOOL BWL JUSTUS DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTIAN LINDNER STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT CHRISTIAN LINDNER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKING BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF HIMSELF IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL EFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MAN'S FACE (i wish) AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLD'S SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

[ahopefulbromantic]

JONATHAN SIMS?

BRILLIANT GENIUS FREAKING JONATHAN SIMS GOD BLESSED INTELLECTUAL STORIES WRITING AWE INSPIRING WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING AWESOME WISE GUY AVATAR OF THE BEST WRITING SKILLS EVER SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED WELCOMED WHEREVER HE APPEARS COOL SPACE PIRATE FREAKING JONATHAN SIMS. STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JONATHAN SIMS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY AWESOME IDEAS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO MESS AROUND AND CREATE A MASTERPIECE JUST SET IT LOOSE IS HE ALIVE IS HE THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME MAN HAS SUCH A PROFOUND EFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS CUTEST SMILE GET AWAY FROM ME.

if i wanted to get into heaven and God said jonathan sims not waiting inside i would fistfight every single demon for the sole purpose of getting him sent back up. if i have to deal with jonathan sims speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i reopen the tab i will save all my bookmarks out of admiration and want to watch the entire series again for the experience of being able to relish in all the times he is mentioned or alive. i dont even know why i love him so much. he writes stories but i am just grateful because i am HAPPI. he better have some awesome backstory to explain this if hes just some underdog whos a fan of good storytelling and wanted the irl version ill be smitten. BETTER have had an idea make him bring a blorbo to life cuz if he didnt Im going to make him.

paypal.com/IFreakingLoveJonathanSims

episode's not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his reading of a statement and I'm sold. where the heck is jonathan sims if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he lived a thousand more years.

beautiful man. ill kiss jonathan sims and his beautiful strong hunky cheeks will simply blush under my humble loving meat lips and he will be appreciated until all thats left is one final award he kept on him at all times simply titled You Made It Yay! in ancient yiddish. im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. i hope theres a date given to when jonathan sims has birthday or will have birthday so i can make it a reminder on my phone, and everyday once a year i will see it and do everything to pay respect to the man who created so many brilliant if true stories

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The Snow Queen (Hans Christian Andersen) "Magic ice gets into a boy's heart and makes him incapable of caring for others."

A Frozen Heart (Elizabeth Rudnick) "A novel adaptation of Disney's 'Frozen' which reveals and unpacks Prince Hans' backstory as he changes from a decent young man who abhors his family's violence, manipulations, and abuse, to the villain who uses all of those tactics to take advantage of Princess Anna, as in the film. He realizes that his behavior is abhorrent, but his need to be loved and accepted by his father and brothers outweighs his sense of decency, and he does whatever he feels is necessary to take the throne of Arendelle."

[happilyghostlyarie]

I am an ex Christian and a somewhat recent magnus archives fan.

I personally think the bible should be one of thoes books of power with property of Jurgen lietner written on it, because by sims, how much humanity has that book fucked up?

[strangefa11]

This question may have a more obvious answer because I don't remember a lot of TMA.

How did Tim and Danny end up in Jon and Martin's care? What was their adjustment period like?

Furthermore, what was Jon and Martin's adjustment period like after ending up somewhere new? Do either of them have any of powers from their previous life?

Sorry if these are too much. I just really like your AU 😅

it’s not too much at all!! This did turn out super long though so there’re some details I had to skip… oops… but anyway I tried to go in chronological order. I hope this answers your questions tl;dr at the end :3

Okok so after MAG 200 Jon and Martin arrive somewhere else along with the fears. Their bodies come with them, so still have all their scars and marks (and also Jon is bleeding out lol). The somewhere else they end up in is similar to their original universe in some ways but also very different in others, for instance the Magnus Institute doesn’t exist. Because of the differences the fears also manifest differently than they used to, almost exclusively as (mostly) physical monsters rather than the more insidious metaphysical presence that they have in the podcast. Also no Leitners but I think that’s more because the fears only just arrived so they haven’t had time to appear yet (hint hint).

Jmart still have their connections to their entities as well as their abilities but those are also different, they focus more on the physical aspects of the entities as well. Jon isn’t omniscient anymore, he still Knows things occasionally but in general his abilities are a little more related to watching than archiving (the reason for that is an explanation all on its own so I’ll skip it for now in the interest of not making this TOO long). He also heals from being stabbed pretty immediately but I think that’s more of a one time thing than a consistent ability afterwards.

Martin’s abilities are mostly more specifically centred around fog and physical isolation than emotional distance. They're also a lot weaker than Jon’s (another explanation I’ll save for later lol)

They manage to get themselves together and get jobs and a home etc etc the specifics of all that don't really matter. They meet Tim a few years later while he's being chased by a monster (I think it's probably a Dark monster). They save him (Jon melts it or something).

Through talking to Tim they learn a few things 1) he’s definitely the somewhere else version of their Tim Stoker 2) he’s in foster care with his brother 3) he encountered the monster after sneaking out. After learning these things Jmart naturally do the responsible adult thing and help him sneak back into the house after making him promise not to sneak out again.

Obviously Tim wants to know more about the monster that tried to eat him so after some convincing they tell him he can visit them at the library Martin works at.

Tim starts visiting them semi-regularly, sometimes Danny comes along. Jmart tell him a little about the fears but not about their past at first. Eventually they learn from Tim that the foster home isn't great. It’s not outright abusive but the couple is very conservative christian and it’s just not a good fit. Tim doesn’t want to move, though, because he’s worried he and Danny will be separated.

They don't actually adopt Tim and Danny until after they’ve already gotten to know them fairly well, and they start with fostering them. So the adjustment period is a little more natural. I will say they definitely get to know and bond with Tim a lot faster than Danny. Danny definitely follows Tim’s lead though so he’s more inclined to trust them when he sees that his big brother likes them.

There’s a bunch more I could say about the specifics of the fear mechanics in the new world and the details of Tim and Danny’s history but this is already way longer than I planned so I’m gonna cut it here for now :’)

TL;DR: The fears are a little different in the new universe but Jmart do still have their fear abilities, they rescue Tim from a monster and eventually adopt him and Danny from their less than ideal foster home.

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hear me out, the Christian God is an avatar of the flesh and the Bible it's Leitner

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Phyllis Chesler

Finally, Pierre Rehov’s Pogrom(s): Could America Be Next? will appear on Oct. 7, on major platforms such as Apple TV, Google Plus, Amazon Prime and Tubi TV. 

Rehov’s Pogrom(s), is something of a masterpiece. The footage is extraordinary, as is the music and cinematography. The interviews are poignant, such as the one with Yossi Landau of Zaka, with expert insights from people like Mordechai Kedar (an expert on Islamist groups), Nitsana Darshan Leitner (president of Sherut HaDin), Michael Milstein (head of the Palestinian Studies Forum at the Moshe Dayan Center for Middle Eastern and African Studies at Tel Aviv University) and others.

Rehov also includes an on-camera interview with Yuval Bitton, the former head of intelligence for the Israeli Prison Service. Bitton got to know Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar very well when he was incarcerated and helped save Sinwar’s life. To our credit but also our detriment, this is what Jews do. We save lives.

Rehov’s footage confirms how well Palestinian terrorists, even those with blood on their hands, are treated in Israeli jails. They are well-fed, decently housed, allowed to join each other for prayer five times a day, allowed to have visitors and mail, and are given medical and dental care. This footage makes me a little crazy as I think about how Hamas treats its prisoners, aka our precious hostages.

Pogrom(s) captures the historical hatred and violence against Jews by pagans, Christians and Muslims, which places Oct. 7 in “context.” He reminds us that Muslims were the first to order Jews to wear a yellow patch, and many centuries later, the Nazis followed suit. In the film’s vast sweep of history, Rehov also includes the Turkish Muslim genocide of the Armenians (something that the Turks still refuse to acknowledge); the collaboration of Arabs with Nazis during the Shoah; and the well-funded disinformation campaign about this very history in secular Western universities and in mosques, churches and even in certain synagogues and Jewish organizations for Palestine.  

Rehov’s family had lived in Algeria for 500 years. Still, he heard about, witnessed and endured Muslim terrorist attacks, farhuds against native Algerians, French-born Algerians and Algerian Jews. He lost many relatives in one such Muslim pogrom and, in 1961, together with 250,000 other Jews, Rehov was exiled from his birthplace. He fled to France, where he was met with anti-Algerian and anti-Jewish hatred and was cursed as a “dirty Jew.” Rehov eventually left France, came to the United States and then moved to Israel.

[bebemoon]

official pfw s/s ‘25 schedule

23 sept | weinsanto, pressiat, ruibuilt, vaquera, julie kegels, cfcl

24 sept | alainpaul, maitrepierre, ruohan, marie adam-leenaerdt, mame kurogouchi, christian dior, florentina leitner, germanier, anrealage, vaillant, ester manas, saint laurent

25 sept | courrèges, rochas, the row, litkovska, zomer, dries van noten, cecilie bahnsen, rabanne, meryll rogge, acne studios, reverie by caroline hu, balmain

26 sept | chloé, didu, christian wijnants, gauchere, nehera, mugler, heliot emil, uma wang, christopher esber, rick owens, boyarovskaya, schiaparelli, casablanca

27 sept | maxhosa africa, leonard paris, gabriele colangelo, magda butrym, loewe, issey miyake, jitrois, giambattista valli, nina ricci, vetements, mossi, yohji yamamoto, victoria beckham

28 sept | junya watanabe, barbara bui, carven, noir kei ninomiya, vivienne westwood, dawei, hermès, paloma wool, elie saab, comme des garçons, kimhekim, vautrait, ann demeulemeester, mcqueen

29 sept | undercover, junko shimada, niccolo pasqualetti, duran lantink, akris, valentino, ottolinger, margaret howell, atlein, paula canovas del vas, enfants riches déprimés, isabel marant

3o sept | ungaro, stella mccartney, lutz huelle, zimmermann, gabriela hearst, veronique leroy, shiatzy chen, sitiuationist, sacai, aigle, rokh, pierre cardin

o1 oct | chanel, dice kayek, peter do, kiko kostadinov, agnes b., miu miu, xuly.bët, abra, lacoste, ujoh, louis vuitton

[origami-butterfly]

Malevolent for the ask game

...fuck

Favourite character: KayneKayneKayneKayneKayne.

Second favourite: John!!!

Least favourite: Dennis Collins/The Butcher. He's well written and a cool villain but I!! hate!! him!! (praying Lee doesn't see this, but I did the leitner rant with his name instead of Jurgen Leitner)

Character I'm most like: Hard to say with Malev, bc everyone is a little bit fucked up. Mayyyybe Oscar, because he's a priest who has potential to be a little bit fucked up (I'm a christian and a bit fucked up)

Favourite pairing: Private Eyes <333 (mostly as a qpr though)

Least favourite pairing: KiY/Arthur

Favourite moment: Either when John comes back in season 3, "I won't let you drown" or "and yet you love him". All of malev is so good it's hard to pick 🥺

Rating out of 10: 1000, normally I'm obsessed, but I watched Fionna and Cake today and regularly scheduled malev posting has been interrupted. (Sorry)

[just-an-enby-lemon]

TMA but it was censored by 4kids/nelvana:

Basira and Daisy are still bad cops. They never quit the police, Daisy never literally becames a monster driven by her own anger and cruety and dehumanizing views and Basira never learns that passivity in the middle of corruption and violence is the reason why the system doesn't work and good cops aren't real and grows as a person. Instead cops are fine and okay and Daisy and Basira are always 100% right.

Basira doesn"t wear a hijab because god forbids white kids learn non white non christian cultures are real.

Blood has funky colors. Since is a podcast people mention it at random. Jon is just narrating a statement and someone goes "a pile of a green substance I though it was maybe blood" and no one questions it.

Everytime something bad happens to someone they just scream "I'm fine" afterwards (statement givers thrid parties say "they're fine"). Yes, this includes Leitner. He just says one "I'm okay" after the pipe noises and Elias let's him live and just politely asks him to go away to an all paid kayak trip.

No deaths. People just either go to the Shadown Realm or go on long kayaking trips.

Guy that almost got laid with the worms? Never happened.

The homophobic vase can stay. But it's the only explicit gay moment. Sorry everyone else.

Melanie and Georgie are cousins. That's why they are living together. Trust me bro,

On that same vein Jon and Martin are just "buddies" and "two great friends" and "roomates"even if they are tecnically homeless in S5.

There is implied that there is some other god besides the Fears. It makes zero sense and it drives the fandom and creators mad because it's weird christian propaganda.

Robert Montauk was a famous bank robber

They are on the USA.

To many Michaels. Mike Crew can keep his because Mike is funkier but everyone else now has funky new names.

It's not an horror tragedy anymore now is an action packed workplace/high school (it's cleary workplace but they try to convince you this are teens as hard as Jon tried to convince everyone he was 38 back in s1 [they're not]) comedy

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Lamb - a Magnus Archives fic

An AU Somewhere Else - part of the Magnus Monsterverse series.

Spoilers for the whole podcast.

“We have to test it,” Helen had said, because Michael’s tale had scared her. “What if he just does that when he’s scared? What if he does it to us?”

“I’ll test it,” offered Mike, because he didn’t care, because he wasn’t really afraid of being hurt, because he didn’t want me to hurt someone else.

AO3

They were good as their word, and Jane somehow got me an interview tomorrow for a job in a library. It would be nothing special; just shelving, keeping the books neat, that sort of thing. Not talking to anybody, and only part time—but it was something. 

Maybe because of that, today, I made a choice: I chose to go with the group again when it came to feeding time.

#

They didn’t call it feeding time. I wasn’t sure how to call it anything else. 

Spider-Martin paired me with Mike this time, as had originally been planned, and off we went. 

London was so… different. So clean and quiet. The entire mindset was different; even altercations were quiet, so quiet , and I didn’t quite get why yet, especially with so many other similarities. None of us had had to learn a new language, and that was a whole kettle of unlikely fish. The music was similar; art and poetry followed many of the same lines, though not all the religions had. I thought again of the stained glass in Leitner's office; that had not been Judeo-Christian imagery.

The cultural differences went back centuries. I would need time to process it all.  

Mike chattered about nothing—a proper, amicable sociopath—and I appreciated it. He was making it easy for me. I didn’t have to carry conversation; I didn’t have to do anything but be present.

It both irked and amazed me that he understood that. 

“Well,” he said, when I mentioned it. “I’ve been paired with your Lonely boy more than once, and I have quite a few Lonely friends. I know how to carry a conversation.”

“I can understand that. But I’m not… I’m not Lonely,” I said.

“You are, though?” said Mike. “I’d swear. You feel the same.”

“Mike,” I said. “I’m literally Eye.” I winked at him with my whole body, just for a moment.

(And we would just ignore how damned good it felt not to be constantly closing all my eyes, how freeing it felt to open them, to see and see and see and see . Maybe I’d… see if Martin wouldn’t mind it at home. A little. Sometimes. I didn’t want to disgust my lover.)

He stiffened. “All right, then,” he said, and started talking about mongooses and how strange they could be.

Per assignment, we fed on an abusive couple who’d been awful to their child: Mike on the husband’s sense of insignificance that drove him to violent anger, I on the wife’s terror that someone was watching her, which pushed her to hurt her infant son to keep him quiet.

Someone was watching, you horrible people. Oh, yes. I was. “They have a NSPCC here?” I said casually.

“They do, though it’s called something else,” Mike said, and guessed at my reasoning. “You sure? You’ll be cutting them off as a meal.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” I said. “It will only heighten both their issues.” How did I know that? I couldn’t say, but I was certain. “He’ll feel even more like an unidentifiable cog in the system, and she will feel even more watched.”

Mike stopped and turned toward me completely. “I don’t quite get you,” he said.

Oh. Oh, so… that was bad. That was a tone I knew. The last time he’d used that tone, he’d been offering me one final cup of tea before making my body think I’d been thrown into the sky. I hadn’t been able to breathe. I’d been sitting there, but not sitting there, absolutely certain that if he let me continue to fall, I would die.

That tone. It was that tone . “In… in what way?” I said in a very small voice.

“Are you with us or not?” he said.

“I think it rather obvious I’m with you,” I said a bit huffily. “I’m here .”

“That’s not with. That’s more… biding your time,” said Mike.

He wasn’t wrong, but I couldn’t begin to say what I was biding my time for. “What do you define as ‘with,’ then?” I said.

“You saved my ass from that Hunter,” said Mike.

“I… I did.”

“Leitner said you aren’t on board with seeking out more of them.”

“ Leitner said…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Look. I don’t know what I did. I don’t know if I can do it again. What I told him—and you can carry this right back to that sanctimonious arse— was that he ought not make any plans around me pulling some power out of my back pocket because I can’t guarantee it, and I won’t risk lives based on a maybe!”

“Huh,” said Mike. “Well, that’s fair enough.”

And then he threw me into the sky.

#

I knew it. I knew he was going to do that.

Terror wracked me, and all my eyes opened, but it did not help. 

I saw every bird, every wind-current, distant aeroplanes, the lives of people in those seats and their fear of crashing or facing whatever waited when they didn’t crash or whatever they left behind, and the schools and businesses and homes below filled with people living in low-grade terror of (something, something I could not see, there was something wrong ), and Martin with Helen calmly watching a group of bullying teens, and the swans who swam the Thames without fear but sure as hell causing it, and—

I was going to die, and I was so afraid.

Wait. No, I wasn’t. 

I… I wasn’t afraid. Mike didn’t plan to kill me with this. He… he… what the bloody hell was he doing?

“We have to test it,” Helen had said, because Michael’s tale had scared her. “What if he just does that when he’s scared? What if he does it to us?”

“And how do we test it, hm?” Michael said back, which was a valid question. “How do you see it going if the Archivist just harms people when he’s upset? This would make me very sad. I wish to be part of his future relations.” 

“Oh, I dig the way you said ‘relations,’” said Helen, who both was Michael and would never would be , but the Spiral had always liked me, for some bizarre reason, so they both found me of interest. “Still,” she said. “We need a way.”

“I’ll test it,” offered Mike, because he didn’t care, because he wasn’t really afraid of being hurt, because he didn’t want me to hurt someone else.

Because he didn’t want me to slip and hurt Martin.

Mike cared for Martin. Genuinely cared for him. Mike was concerned because I lay next to Martin every night, and maybe I could blow him up.

I saw it all in a hot instant, shared by the Eye with the same glorious eagerness It had shared that damned monk-love series, and centuries of accepting information and processing it like some kind of damned coffee-filter of the gods kicked in, removing emotion, opening my mind.

And in that second, the Vast struck.

Became.

Filled.

I didn’t matter, and it was such bliss not to.

Nothing mattered. Insignificance took it all away, all the fears and worries and stresses and pains, all the concerns what others thought and whether I was good or was evil or could do right or wrong . 

Whether I was really a monster in the truest sense, or just a person laid out in eyeballs like mosaic.

Bliss.

“Well, that didn’t work,” I heard from very far away, and suddenly, we were on the street.

London was quiet, but it utterly overwhelmed me. I couldn’t stand; I felt heavy , miserably bound to gravity and meaning, and I made one small sound and went down like a rock.

It hurt. I hated it. I didn’t want to mean things . Why did it all have to mean things?

“Steady there,” said Mike, who was crouching with me, lightly holding my shoulders. “Breathe, you weirdo. Um. Your eyes are all showing.”

I was sure they were. I had no idea how to close them, didn’t remember, wanted to just float away and stop feeling this and—

I could take you, the Eye offered, dangling disconnection.

If I accepted that, whether or not there were consequences, whether or not anyone was able to stop me, I’d never see Martin again.

So, no. Nope. That was a negative.

The Eye sighed and let me go.

I’d fainted many times in my life, and the sensation of waking from that was what I felt here: the deep, heavy choice to fight for consciousness, pushing against something that wanted to keep me dark and under and gone. My face was numb. My eyes… I closed them, I remembered how, but they kept moving, rolling, and would not stop. ( Nystagmus: an involuntary rhythmic up and down motion often associated with syncope, commonly known as fainting.)

“Easy,” said Mike. “Wow. You went pale as fuck. Are you all right, there?”

“I… yes,” I breathed, head down. “S… sorry, I… I…”

“Sorry?” he said. “I’m the one who attacked you, you goose.”

“But wh… why did you do that?” I knew why. I wanted time. I needed to make him talk so I’d have time.

“To see what you’d do,” said Mike, which used up no time at all. “Didn’t work, though. You did something really weird.”

“Did I hurt anybody?” I gasped, looking up.

He laughed. “You look terrified!”

“Did. I. Hurt. Anybody.” I grabbed his shirt.

“No. Calm down.” He took my hand, trying to unfist it from his shirt. “But you are getting attention, so.”

I tried to peek without opening all my eyes, and couldn’t manage it right now. “I’ll have to take your word on that,” I said, keeping them closed. “I… I feel awful.”

“You look awful.” He paused, and then, as if it hadn’t occurred to him until this moment: “Martin is going to kill me.”

I laughed weakly. “Maybe you deserve it. Though now that I’ve insulted you, I still need to ask for a hand home.”

“Sure.” He sent a series of texts. I knew : to Jared, asking for a ride; to Spider Martin, saying he had to take me home but all was well; to Helen, saying this hadn't worked; and to my Martin, saying just this: Sorry. Fucked up.

The Eye was still tentatively trying to tell me things, like cautiously touching a bruise. Still trying to show me everything, everyone, all the lives and minds around me, all the events that had led to this moment of me crouching on a public sidewalk and shaking.

Too much. Not now. Please. Tell me later, I said to It.

And… It stopped.

I still knew too much, saw too much; I was not human, and would never be, but the Eye had stopped Its onslaught. Stopped pushing.

It… was concerned, for me. It wanted me happy, and right at this moment, I was not happy.

Once I’m home, I thought at It. Once I have Martin, I’ll be happy .

It was pleased with that.

But as I got in the car, waving weakly at Jared (“Look like you been hung upside down for a week,” he said with grave knowledge of what that looked like), I knew something I should not: I had become the Vast the same way I’d become the Lonely.

Something was happening here. Something that echoed my past marking too much for me to be comfortable, even if it was coincidence. And was it? It had to be. Didn’t it?

I couldn’t find out without reaching for the Eye, and right now, I could not afford to do that. I’d relapsed worse today than I had in weeks. I could not fall into that again.

“I hope he’s got some orange juice,” said Mike cheerfully. “You’re really pale.”

Yes. I’ll bet I was.

[wienerneustadt]

Der NÖ Wohn- und Heizkostenzuschuss geht auf Schiene

Foto: © NLK Burchhart

Beantragung ab 19. April 2023 auf der Website des Landes möglich Landeshauptfrau Johanna Mikl-Leitner, LH-Stellvertreter Udo Landbauer und Landesrätin Christiane Teschl-Hofmeister stellten gestern im Zuge einer Pressekonferenz im NÖ Landhaus in St. Pölten den neuen NÖ Wohn- und Heizkostenzuschuss vor. Insgesamt stehen dafür 85 Millionen Euro zur Verfügung, profitieren sollen davon bis zu zwei Drittel aller niederösterreichischen Haushalte. Eine Antragstellung … weiterlesen auf „Der NÖ Wohn- und Heizkostenzuschuss geht auf Schiene“

source https://www.wn24.at/regional/der-noe-wohn-und-heizkostenzuschuss-geht-auf-schiene-47183.html

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Das Sündenregister von Mikl-Leitner und der ÖVP-Niederösterreich

Info-direkt:»Im heutigen „Info-DIREKT Live-Podcast“ war FPÖ-Generalsekretär Christian Hafenecker zu Gast, um über die lange Liste der Verfehlungen von ÖVP-Landeshauptfrau Johanna Mikl-Leitner und die Machenschaften der ÖVP-Niederösterreich zu sprechen. Folgende Themen wurden in der Sendung besprochen: [...] Der Beitrag Das Sündenregister von Mikl-Leitner und der ÖVP-Niederösterreich erschien zuerst auf Info-DIREKT. http://dlvr.it/ShVK5V «

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The Shadow (Hans Christian Andersen) "The story follows a Learned Man on a voyage south from northern Europe. One evening as he sits by a fire, he amusedly observes his shadow dancing and imitating his movements in the light of the flames, and thinks that it would be funny if it was a creature with a will of its own. The next morning, he awakes and finds to his surprise that his shadow has disappeared overnight. But as a new shadow slowly grows back from the tip of his toes, the Learned Man does not give the incident another thought, and soon thereafter goes home to northern Europe. One evening several years later, however, he hears a knock on his door. It is his shadow, the one he lost years before during his journey, now standing upon his doorstep, almost completely human in appearance. Intrigued, the Learned Man invites the Shadow inside, where the two sit down and talk about the Shadow's experiences during its travels and how it came to take the form of a human.

During the conversation, the subject turns to the Learned Man's rather unsuccessful writing career. The Learned Man values the good, the true, and the beautiful in the world, and writes about it often, but his writing seems to garner little to no interest with the public. The Shadow declares that the Learned Man is too much of an idealist, and his view of the world is flawed. The Shadow claims that he, unlike his master, understands the world, that he has seen it as truly is, and knows how evil some men really can be. They soon part ways once again.

The Shadow goes on to make itself quite wealthy, even as the Learned Man barely manages to survive. He eventually grows very ill, and so the Shadow proposes they travel to a health resort. The Shadow will fund the trip, on the condition that the Learned Man pretend to be its shadow instead of the other way around. Absurd as the suggestion sounds, the Learned Man ultimately agrees and they undertake the trip, with the Shadow as his master.

On the trip, the Shadow meets and woos a Princess. When the pair are about to be married, the Shadow asks the Learned Man to remain as its shadow permanently, in exchange for a good life with them. The Learned Man refuses and threatens to reveal the truth to the Princess. Thus, the Shadow has him arrested and ultimately executed, and goes on to live a happy life with the Princess."

The Haunter of the Dark (H.P. Lovecraft) ""The Haunter of the Dark" by H. P. Lovecraft

The main character, Blake, inadvertently summons an eldritch being into his local church. The being can only go abroad in darkness, and is hence constrained to the tower at night by the presence of the lights of the city. However, when the city's electrical power is weakened during a thunderstorm, the local people are terrified by the sounds coming from the church and call on their Catholic priests to lead prayers against the demon. Blake, aware of what he has let loose, also prays for the power to remain on. However, an outage occurs and the being flies towards Blake's quarters. He is subsequently found dead, staring out of his window at the church with a look of horror on his face."

[fuck-john-calvin]

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JOHN CALVIN GOD DAMN FOOL FROZEN CHOSEN DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT PASTOR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JOHN CALVIN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JOHN CALVIN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MUCH FUCKED UP THEOLOGY WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK UP THE BIBLE FANDOM JUST ADMIT YOU’RE SELF-OBSESSED IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said john calvin’s waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with jurgein leitner writing one word in ink on page in essay not only will i close the book i will rip up the novel out of spite and have to reread the entire thing again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive 

i dont even know why i hate him so much (this is untrue). he thinks he’s immune to going to hell ever and i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of touching himself and wanted the christianity version ill go ham

BETTER have had a demon make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateJohnCalvin

lessons not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his denomination and I lost it 

where the fuck is john calvin if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch calvin and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in hebrew

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when john died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone 

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true theology

who is John Calvin???

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JOHN CALVIN GOD DAMN FOOL FROZEN CHOSEN DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT PASTOR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JOHN CALVIN

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JOHN CALVIN I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MUCH FUCKED UP THEOLOGY WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK UP THE BIBLE FANDOM JUST ADMIT YOU’RE A NARCISSIST IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said john calvin’s waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with jurgein leitner writing one word in ink on page in essay not only will i close the book i will rip up the novel out of spite and have to reread the entire thing again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive 

i dont even know why i hate him so much (this is untrue). he thinks he’s immune to going to hell ever and i am just mad because i am angy

he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of touching himself and wanted the christianity version ill go ham

BETTER have had a demon make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him

paypal.com/IFuckingHateJohnCalvin

lessons not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his denomination and I lost it 

where the fuck is john calvin if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt

crusty old man

ill punch calvin and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in hebrew

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

i hope theres a date given for when john died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone 

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true theology