#dbr

[davescheapgarage]

[leirin]

[kidnovaseeghosts]

Happy 10th Anniversary to one of my favorite mixtapes, Days Before Rodeo!

Physical copies, and unreleased music?! Man I can't wait! This will definitely put a lot of the newer fans on (despite it's availability already on sound cloud and other places).

I know how his merch releases go, so I'm gonna wait a while before I buy anything (so I can have just one shipping fee to pay 😅).

[soupernatural]

hunter's daughter

a quick 260 word ficlet about mary and hunting and raising hunter's sons (on a03 or below the cut)

Mary is old enough to hunt before she is old enough to babysit. She spends four years tracking and keeping field journals with her daddy and waiting, so much waiting. She’s told all this waiting is practice and then she’s 12, and she’s not sure what she was waiting for because now she’s home with the hunters’ babies instead of out in the woods with them and her daddy. She hates it. Even her momma doesn’t have to mother like this, she’s on phone watch, which is real help and not this girl work. The babies cry and kick and spit and Mary just muddles through. She does as she is told. She raises these boys. All her daddy’s friends have sons. All her daddy’s friends say thank you for raising their sons. They come home from the hunt, grime on their hands and whiskey on their breath, and they crash on the couch, Mary trapped under sleeping baby weight on the chair, and they say thank you before they drop into sleep. Mary watches the sons through the night. In the morning, Mary asks, over breakfast she helped make, when she will be able to go hunting again. Mary’s daddy laughs, and her momma cuts him a quieting look. The other fathers look to her daddy with pity. Mary’s sure the joke is on her. Hunters make the world safer for hunter’s daughters to live in. Hunters tear their clothes and their daughters fix the rips with careful stitches. Hunters take and have and get, and daughters give. Mary knows where she stands.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

What a great day. I don't know what happened, but the Stars aligned, God shed his grace on thee, and it was the best day I have had in months.

⚠️This was thanks in no small part to going to the library and getting a break from teaching.

‼️ One of the violent kids who had gotten so bad they hired a full-time male substitute to Shadow him. Today, he came into 8th came into a period, ran up to me, and gave me a hug.

A HUG

That is huge. He does not let people touch him at all. Touching him is what got the first teacher hit. It was a big surprise. And I think it is a testament to that teacher working with him. The teacher reminds me a lot of my friend Ben, who killed himself last year. Ben had boundless love and compassion for the kids and special education. I miss him so much.

I only point out the gender because in the last 8 years, with one exception, all of our substitutes are female.

✅️One of my kids gave me a really cute bookmark and another expressed a lot of concern for me because I was wearing a long dress, afraid that it was going to get caught under the wheels of my cart and trip me somehow.

☮️ I got to visit with my favorite ex student who is a senior in high school this year. I love that girl so much. She was part of the first class I ever taught and is just a tremendous individual. She is a shining light in my world & anytime I get to see her, it is a good day.

I

✝️I was able to talk an autistic student through a huge meltdown. That felt really good.

🟢➡️Then, as soon as the bell rang, I returned to my room, locked the door, turned off at the lights, and had my first online therapy session.

My only previous therapy used EMDR, which worked wonderfully. I had no idea it had been around for so long or had been so widely used. Stumbling on the therapist I did was the only time I had ever heard of it. And it was just Serendipity that the first therapist I called I shared an absolute astounding connection with.

My new therapist told me about something called DBR.

The theme sounds scary because it makes you think of brain surgery or something, but it was an absolutely amazing experience. I had no idea what was going to happen. I entered with an open mind, but my greatest fear is always that it will work on everybody but me. So when she described it in the back of my mind, I thought, what if all those things she is telling me what happened doesn't actually happen to me? What if I sit there and feel nothing?

OMG, I definitely felt everything and had reactions to everything and coming out of that felt like I was being reborn.

After the session ended, I was actually able to walk out to my car and go to the grocery store and come back out again without using any mobility aid. Now I did park close at the grocery store, so it's not like I was walking across the parking lot, but still, it's a good first step.

Whenever I bear my soul to a professional, which I have only done three times, and one was not a therapy but just as a confidential talk with someone in the mental health field, I am always told that they are so surprised at how much trauma I have endured. Layer after layer after layer of trauma. Since I don't dwell on it and I try not to think about it anymore than I have to, it's always a bit strange and yet a bit strengthening to hear anyone say that. Like, yeah, I have been to Hell and back, but I am still here, baby!

[dedibelyegei]

No hát egy egészen nagyszabású sorozat egy részét vesszük górcső alá, mely évtizedeken, államalakulatokon és pénznemeken is átívelt. Németországról van szó, annak is - egy darabig - a nyugati feléről. 1986-ban indították el az NSZK-ban a 'Híres német nők', vagy 'Német nők a történelemben' sorozatot (mindkét néven hivatkoznak rá), melyet egészen 2003-ig adtak ki, mindig új és új hölgyekkel, de változó intenzitással és darabokkal. Volt amikor kimaradt egy év, például '90-ben, volt hogy három is a '90-es évek második felében. Jellemzően 2-6 bélyeg jelent meg egy évben. Ezek amik nekem vannak is mind különböző évjáratból származnak. Érdekesség még, hogy ugye a Német Egység mellett, történt más is: átállt az ország a vége felé az euróra. Így tehát '86-tól 2000-ig a németeknél megszokott pfenningben feltüntetett értékek szerepelnek a bélyegeken a pénznem jelzés nélkül, 2000 és 2001-ben már kettős értékek voltak, pfenningben és euróban is feltüntették, míg 2002-től jöttek az eurós bélyegek. Ez a sorozat hatalmas példányszámban készült, szóval jórészt nem nagyon értékesek a példányok, bár vannak azért különbségek, illetve azért egyben a teljes gyűjtemény már értékest képvisel. Kicsit nézzük az enyémeimet részletesebben:

Dorothea Erxleben (60 pf) - 1987

Ő nem más, mint az első német orvosnő, édesapja is orvos volt és hamar észrevette lánya érzékét és érdeklődését a természettudományok iránt, így együtt tanította fivérével aki orvosnak készült. Ekkoriban nők még nem járhattak hivatalosan egyetemre. A fivér, Christian 1731-ben el is ment a hallei egyetemre, Dorothea pedig apja mellett maradt, és a gyakorlatban már kezelte az egyszerűbb eseteket. 1742-ben aztán kiadott egy értekezést, mely amelett érvelt, hogy a nők is járhassanak felsőoktatásba. Végül II. Nagy Frigyes porosz királytól kapott kivételt, és 1754-ben első nőként elvégezte a hallei egyetem orvosi szakát. 1761-es haláláig kiterjedt praxist folytatott szülővárosában, Quedlinburgban.

Bélyegügyben együtt 'jelent meg' egy 40 pfenninges darabbal melyen Maria Sibylla Merian illusztrátor látható.

Luise Henriette von Oranien (100pf) - 1994

Azaz magyarul Lujza Henrietta orániai hercegnő. Holland származású, Hágában született 1627-ben, az Orániai-Nassaui királyi ház leszármazottja. 19 évesen hozzáadják Frigyes Vilmos brandenburgi választófejedelemhez, annak ellenére hogy másba szerelmes :( Házasságuk első évei után költöznek Brandenburgba a fejedelem székhelyére. Henrietta minden utazására és hadjáratára követte a férjét, férje politikai tanácsadójává vált az évek során, például ő maga érte el a lengyel királynővel való levelezés útján, hogy Lengyelország ismerje el Poroszországot, cserébe ők is elismerik a Lengyel Szövetséget. Származása miatt szövetségi szempontból is értékes volt a házasság, pl. a holland támogatás Pomeránia elfoglalásához, vagy a francia-holland háborúban történő közös fellépés okán. Kortárs iratokban így hivatkoznak rá: 'Kevés fejedelemasszonynak volt ekkora befolyása.' A munka mellett szerencsére jutott idő másra is, habár nem szerelemnek indult, végülis a leírások szerint példás házasságban élt a pár, és hat gyermekük is született, köztük I. Frigyes porosz király is. Sajnos a többiek még kisgyermekként/babaként, vagy kora 20-as éveikben meghaltak. Etéren Henrietta sem volt nagyon szerencsés, mindössze 39 éves volt mikor elhunyt, a Berlini Dómban temették el, és a mai napig ott nyugszik. Agaras képet hoztam viszont:

Őt is párban adták ki egy 80 pfenninges Rahel Varnhagen von Ense írónővel együtt.

Therese Giehse (100 pf) - 1988

Müncheni zsidó-német családból származó színésznő, eredetileg Therese Gift néven született 1898-ban. 1920-ban lépett először színpadra, hamar Németország szerte (el)ismert sztárrá vált, a '20-as évek végétől egészen 1933-ig mind színpadon, filmen mitöbb a politikai kabaré műfajában is. A nácik hatalomra kerülése után rögtön Zürichbe távozik, és itt folytatja karrierjét elsősorban. '36-ban hozzámegy John Hampson homoszexuális angol íróhoz, így hozzájutván a brit útlevélhez, mely miatt a nácik nem tudják elhurcolni. 1941-ben a zürichi színházban ő játssza először Kurázsi mamát Bertolt Brecht híres darabjában. '45-ben a háború után aztán visszatér Németországba, és a vasfüggöny mindkét oldalán játszik, de legtöbbet szülőföldjén, Bajorországban. A számtalan színházi fellépés mellett több mint 20 filmben, és tv műsorokban is játszott. Otthonában, Münchenben éri a halál három nappal 77-edik születésnapja előtt.

'88-ban három ütemben is adtak ki Híres német nős sorozatokat, Giehse egy négyesbe került, együtt Hannah Arendt filozófussal, Mathilde Franziska Anneke valamint Hedwig Dransfeld írónővel.

[abnormal-iterators]

"Ohhh sick I got this working.... Radio and Worlds are gonna love this! Better give them the login... How do I- oops,"

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[blog-jrkvc]

Vizuální nenápadnost a přesto prostorová a myšlenková rafinovanost a inovace. To jsou hlavní kvality skvělých rezidenčních projektů a rekonstrukcí architekta Petera Jurkoviče z ateliéru JRKVC. Obzvláště s byty má autor řadu zkušeností, které stále zdokonaluje. Svědčí o tom i další realizace dokončená v loňském roce. Rekonstruovaný byt se nachází v modernistickém domě s prvky kubismu v centru Bratislavy. Stavba, kteroi navrhl vídeňský architekt Ludwig Baumann ve 20. století 20. století, byla přestavěna českým architektem Klementem Šilingerem. Ve svém citlivém projektu Jurkovič upravil původní dispozici a detaily interiéru, aby jeho provozní potenciál posunul do 21. století. Díky vybourání příčky mezi dvěma pokoji vznikl velký centrální prostor. Interiér doplnil v duchu hesla „méně je více” sofistikovaným výběrem minimalistického současného designu či jednoduchým kuchyňským modulem. 📐 & 📷 @peter.jrkvc #CuratedbyDolceVita #PulseArchDesign #PeterJurkovič #JRKVC #LudwigBaumann #KlementŠilinger #Bratislava

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'Line DBR', 2025

[tootorch]

[adriannamateo]

🎻💫 APRIL NEWS: Disney, DBR + Paola Prestini, & Lincoln Center. Plus: filming, Fontainebleau Centennial, PAC NYC, and a new musical 🎵

[kidnovaseeghosts]

Yeah see I'm gonna need for Travis to pull a Tears For Fears and drop a Super Deluxe Edition 😅.

I still waiting to see if any other hats, and shirts drop...

[addcests]

it takes two :: oneshot - ao3 mirror

pairing DBr x Dom, LP x MM

words 1844

rating [G]

summary “I’m sure if you told him, Psyk, wouldn’t mind.” Call Doom Bringer handsome? Out of the question! He’s sure he would actually instantaneously combust before he could even get the words out properly, much less even approach him.  Dominator, still toying with him of course, nudged his shoulder gently, trailing his gaze to the other, younger Psyker. “I do mean your Psyker, obviously.” Obviously. --- Or—Dominator does a (horrible) job of encouraging Mastermind.

note smt for fun and to close out the year o7 happy holidays all

“Well? What are you being so shy for?”

Was he? Being shy? Mastermind didn’t think so. Yet, he couldn’t find the proper words to refute his elder counterpart. “It is not about being shy… !” Still, Mastermind persisted, sticking with his declaration. Even if Dominator was not convinced even the slightest.

So, unconvinced, Dominator prodded again. “Hmm… is it because he’s older?” He would hit the mark eventually.

Stalling for said eventually, Mastermind’s eyes wandered over to said older man. Not to Lunatic Psyker, but rather the strong, tall and experienced brawler, brimming with confidence. He was looking directly at Doom Bringer. It’s not that Psyker wasn’t or couldn’t be those things (he would be those things, eventually) but… Doom Bringer commanded power as easily as breathing. There was a suave swagger to his persona now too. (His Psyker definitely lacked that, the brute.) Not to mention… Mastermind’s gaze traveled up the length of his very toned, very muscular body. It was plain just from a quick gaze a distance away that Psyker would keep up his regimens, training and shaping his body even still.  “... h-he’s not that much older!” came Mastermind’s defensive reply. “We aren’t that much older.”

“Is it the hair?” Dominator wondered aloud. “I do quite love his hair.”

Snapping back, and also ignoring his commentary, Mastermind replied, “No, it’s not that! It’s not the hair!”

Instead, Mastermind was doing his best not to grip his hair in frustration and pull strands out, balding himself in the process. After all, how had things even come to this? All he could remember was being in shock by Doom Bringer’s booming presence, and before he knew it, he found himself led away by Dominator. And now they were doing… this. Whatever this was! Twenty questions about their lovers because Dominator had nothing better to do? (Which wasn’t fair. Dominator had an advantage that he didn’t!) At this point, it just felt like a nosy interrogation, poking into his love life.

… his love life?

These trails of thoughts made Mastermind’s face feel warm, shyness seeping in. But it felt as if his cheeks were so hot, he might seriously combust from embarrassment, when he felt Dominator lean forward over his shoulder to whisper into his ear, voice low, taunting but coy, “Is it because he’s so handsome?”

Mastermind was so stunned by Dominator’s words alone that his only reply was no reply. Unbecomingly, his jaw was left hanging open. “H-Handsome!?” He finally squeaked out, whirling around and back a few paces to put much needed space between the two of them.

 “Oho? So you think so too then?” He chuckled.

What Mastermind really thought about was if it was possible for the ground to open up and just swallow him whole, to put him out of his misery. The misery of Dominator toying with him like this. Was this really what he would be like eventually? Really? What an asshole!

Perhaps, Dominator was finally feeling merciful, his chuckles dying off as he patted Mastermind’s shoulder soothingly. (It was not a soothing gesture.) “I’m sure if you told him, Psyk, wouldn’t mind.”

Call Doom Bringer handsome? Out of the question! He’s sure he would actually instantaneously combust before he could even get the words out properly, much less even approach him. 

Dominator, still toying with him of course, nudged his shoulder gently, trailing his gaze to the other, younger Psyker. “I do mean your Psyker, obviously.”

Obviously.

“As I recall, affection was quite hard for me back then.” The observant asshole said as if he were not right there, “But you know what they say, a little practice never hurts anyone.”

If Dominator was trying to encourage him, he was not doing a good job of it.

With a hand on his hip, Mastermind waved his free hand dismissively, to decline Dominator’s wild idea. “There’s no way I’m doing that. To either of them. You said it yourself. I…” And here, Mastermind gave pause, eyes falling to something on the floor more interesting, refusing to lock eyes with Dominator’s perceptive gaze. “I truly do not understand how you are so free with your affections. Aren’t you… ?”

“Afraid? Of what, my dear Mastermind? Of being loved? Of Psyker loving me in return?”

Yes. Mastermind swallowed. Hard. Because of course he could see through him.

They both turned their gazes upon their other halves, who were talking rather animatedly amongst themselves. (Psyker wasn’t being tortured? Mastermind was glad that at least one of them was getting something out of this exchange, he supposed.) Still, Mastermind was smiling to see this display. Though, he had to wonder… just what were the two of them talking about? As he proceeded to come up with some wild guesses and speculations of his own, some time passed and then he felt a hand abruptly land on his shoulder. At which, Mastermind dropped his eyes to the hand resting there and then followed the trail up to find Dominator smiling down at him. 

“I see. As usual, always lost in your own head. Don’t worry, you’ll get better about that.”

Gee? Thanks. He had wanted to say. Instead, he replied, “Great… ?” He did not feel very enthused about that.

“We do much better when we’re out of our heads. And what better way to do that, than to deal with things in real time?”

“Deal with—wait a min—!” 

It didn’t take much. Both Psykers were already turning to see what the commotion was. So Dominator, like the asshole he was, took advantage of the situation and smiled ever so sweetly Doom Bringer’s way. “Psyk, you’ll come here, won’t you?” And to add to the flourish of it all, he held out his arms in waiting, just an extra push to spur Doom Bringer into action. “Please, Psyk?” Said with a disgusting amount of affection, to encourage him further.

Not that he needed it, apparently. Already, the elder brawler was making quick, cool strides to close the distance between the two. Somehow, keeping his calm but making his way over in little to no time. 

Just as Doom Bringer was to close the gap between them, Dominator, snuck a glance over to Mastermind and grinned deviously. Doom Bringer seemed to notice this, and grinned down at the floundering young scientist. “Whatever he said, he’s right, you know.” And promptly turned to grasp Dominator by the chin and tug him into the most embarrassing display of affection Mastermind has had the misfortune to witness no less than five feet in front of him.

Did Psyker just willingly say he, himself, was right?

And are they really just shamelessly kissing in public, (well, in front of them!) just like this too, as if it were nothing? Wrapped up in one another, Dominator brazenly using Doom Bringer for support, and Doom Bringer’s hands began  wandering into not so innocent places, lips locked, as if they couldn’t stand to be apart a minute longer?

It was more likely than one thought. And yet Mastermind refused to believe what he heard much less what he was now seeing. 

The only thing Mastermind could do, as not to explode from the flames dancing on his face from the sheer mortification of it all, was fiddle with his hands, both terrified but unable to tear his gaze away from their older counterparts. He resisted the urge to reach up and brush at his red tinged ears too. Like this, his senses alight, he was able to feel Psyker—his Psyker—finally at his side and immediately turned to him. (For what? Comfort? Reassurance? Or…) 

“P-Psyk… I—” he blurted out, without realizing the name of endearment had even left his mouth.

Psyker’s face too was now a matching flaming red. He abruptly exclaimed, “Don’t! Say tha’ so suddenly…!”

Balking at the other’s reaction, as something unwanted, Mastermind withdrew into himself, trying to steel his expression to not betray his his feelings right now: anger at Dominator for even suggesting this, anger at himself for trying, embarrassment for thinking that it would even work, and… dejection for his Psyker not being receptive to him at all.

Maybe they weren’t like their elder counterparts. Maybe they never would be. 

“—stermind. Are ya even listening?”

Startled, Mastermind braced himself for whatever it was Psyker could possibly have to say now. 

“I said! Don’t say it… so suddenly or else I’ll want to kiss you too!” 

They both froze, Mastermind gaping at Psyker.

Aside from them, Dominator, wearing the smuggest grin, stood proudly as he watched his plot come to fruition. Doom Bringer only shook his head with a crooked smile, gently curling his arm around Dominator like the gentleman he was. A silent gesture of consideration for the irony of the two so lost in their own world now that not even Dominator and Doom Bringer mattered to them. Quietly, they made their way off, Dominator latching onto Doom Bringer like a cat and Doom Bringer nuzzling the top of his head lovingly. A silent but swift exit.

Still, Mastermind stood gaping until he realized how rude it was of him. After all, if Psyker could do this… then he could too. Pushing away his bundle of his nerves, with all the bravado he felt he didn’t have, he asked demandingly, “Well, P-Psyk?” He won’t say more! Psyker should understand, after all. And to help this along, Mastermind bravely took the first step, closing the gap between them. 

Now Psyker was starstruck, swallowing as he watched Mastermind step before him, ever so close. “Yeah… ?” A nervous hand found spikey locks as a perfect distraction.

Mastermind smiled kindly, reaching for said hand and taking it into his. Just as kindly, Mastermind chose not to comment on this too. “Psyk, I don’t think I heard you properly. Will you… show me instead?” Mastermind could almost feel the tense and nervous energy thrumming under Psyker’s gloved hand so, again, Mastermind stepped forward and pressed their foreheads together.

Psyker, finally snapping out of it, smiled, ever so softly, finally regarding Mastermind with such affection that the sudden confidence he mustered up nearly withered away. Psyker clearly must have stolen it, as he reached for Mastermind’s other hand, lacing their fingers together in the sickeningly sweet way they saw the other two do it. (And… when had those two left? An idle thought in passing…)

Mastermind wasn’t sure if he murmured for Psyker again but he must have with the way Psyker swooned, leaning his weight into him until he leaned down enough to angle their faces for a neatly slotted kiss, their lips finally touching in what Mastermind could only describe as a perfect display of affection, a connection of intimacy in which words were no longer needed. So perfect even, that Mastermind had just enough of his wits left to murmur for Psyker again, calling his name.

And Psyker answered with another kiss, as promised.

In their own little bubble like this, little else truly mattered.

Just Mastermind, calling for his beloved, and Psyker, answering in kind.

[robotsafari]

“It’s been a pleasure to meet you again, Kairi.”

[clownsheepartsies]

why did no one tell me that Raditz turned good and had a daughter??????

[abnormal-iterators]

WEED ITERATOR!!!!!!!!!! /pos

DBR appears to be asleep.... in a pile of glitter