#german advert

[spatort-brainrot]

Was ist denn plötzlich im spatort fandom los? Man liest hier auf einmal Dinge über Spaltungen und fake leaks und Leute die das fandom "verlassen" wollen... Guys curating your fandom experience is okay! Just don't follow people you don't want to follow! Seid nur in Servern wo ihr Spaß habt! Blacklists und Blockfunktion existieren aus nem Grund! Nicht alles so ernst nehmen!

Ich verstehe, dass nicht jeder seit 10+ Jahren in online spaces unterwegs ist und die Erfahrungen gemacht hat die ich z.b. gemacht habe. Ich habe fandom wars gesehen like you can't even imagine. Der Trick ist einfach offline zu gehen! It's not real!!

Leute haben eine andere Interpretation? Let them! Leute wollen eher Pia und Esther sehen als Adam und Leo? Let them!! Leute schreiben omegaverse smut fic und dir gefällt es nicht? OKAY DON'T READ IT. Man kann Schauspieler für ihr acting mögen oder in einer Rolle feiern aber sie trotzdem kritisieren/cringe finden/mal ne Rolle blöd finden!! Just keep it in fandom spaces und harrassed niemanden und gut is. Es kann auch mal Spaß machen andere Takes zu lesen und sich zu denken 'boah die Person labert quatsch' - aber kommentier es nicht drunter. Schon wird niemand verletzt!

Fandom kann so fun sein. Mein Appell: organisiert euch selbst eure fandom experience, sucht euch aus mit wem ihr interagiert und findet außer spatort andere Gemeinsamkeiten. Wenn Spatort era endet bin ich sad, ja, aber guess what! Es gibt noch viele andere Sachen mit denen man sich beschäftigen kann.

Be nice to each other!

[ymofan04]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"I AWAKE ON PLANET BLACK, FREEZING MOON, NO TURNING BACK."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a promo record advert for ELECTRIC WIZARD's third studio full-length album and essential stoner/DOOM metal opus, "Dopethrone" (2000), with the artwork being a repurposed illustration of a Russo-Japanese War piece titled "Pfui Deiwel!" (depicting the aftermath of the Battle of Mukdem), artwork by Paul Reith (1871-1925) for "Jugend" Magazine (a German publication), c. March 1905.

BATTLE OVERVIEW: "The Battle of Mukden, one of the largest land battles to be fought before World War I and the last and the most decisive major land battle of the Russo-Japanese War, was fought from 20 February to 10 March 1905 between Japan and Russia near Mukden in Manchuria. The city is now called Shenyang, the capital of Liaoning province in China."

-- WIKIPEDIA

"Now I'm a slave to the black drug Forced to serve this black god I thought myself a master of the arts This dimension of misery is my penance."

-- "Vinum Sabbathi" (2000) by ELECTRIC WIZARD

Sources: www.pinterest.com/ayysasuke/electric-wizard & sakrogoat.tumblr.com/post/634027939589210112.

[technicontrastron]

(DE | EN)

Germany's biggest shitrag catapult media company literally profiteering from the occupation of the west bank

[theoreticaltrek]

The old German adverts for Star Trek were pretty fun

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price has never experienced affection like he gets from Nikolai.

cw: societal expectations of men in relationships.

Price yawned into the back of his hand and stretched his legs out as Die Hard trailed off into adverts, toes wriggling inside the warm fleece socks Carol had sent him for Christmas.

He and Nik had headed home after tucking Kimmy in bed and sharing a quick Brandy in Carol's living room, and their bellies were still full with Morrison's Finest Turkey crown and homemade trifle. Price had never felt so... content.

"We could get one of those," Nik said, inclining his head towards the telly.

"Hm?"

"A Nespresso machine."

"Oh, yeah, if ya want."

Price wasn't really paying attention, because in the brief moment he had leaned forward to grab his mug of tea from the battered coffee table, Nik had rested an arm across the back of the sofa and was now playing idly with Price's hair.

It tickled. A little. Pleasant little shivers skittered down Price's neck and over his shoulders, only intensifying when Nik moved down to stroke the soft skin beneath his ear, just beyond the line of his beard. Small circles with the tip of one finger, and then a longer stroke down his neck with three.

Nik's hands were so big. Like huge bear paws when they settled at Price's waist or cupped his face when they kissed. Price felt intimately vulnerable as they caressed his neck and hair so tenderly now, and he blinked a little faster to try and clear the fuzzy contentment blurring his vision. Perhaps Nik was asking for more.

Price was bloody knackered. All he wanted to do was see that German bastard fall off that tower and then pass out, but Nik had been an absolute gentleman today. Perfect with Carol and Kimmy, doing all the washing up, serving Kimmy her Ribena like a waiter and making her giggle, building the Barbie Dream House contraption with a Philip's screwdriver and endless patience. Bloody hell, a blowjob was the least Price could do if that's what he was anglin' for.

"Nik, did you want... uh, you know..."

"Hm?"

"Well, you know..." Price reached up to take Nik's hand and hold the palm to his lips, his gaze dropping to Nik's lap.

"Ah, nyet, solnyshko," Nik smiled fondly, cupping that same hand around Price's jaw to draw him over. He kissed Price's forehead and then bumped their noses together. "I am too tired, your sister's cooking has me in a, what to say, a food coma. Izvini. Perhaps tomorrow morning."

"Ah, 'course... sure." Price sat back up and took another swig of tea, but Nik's hand didn't leave. It returned to his neck, squeezing his shoulder a little, circling his bicep, before slipping back into his hair. It was nice. Really bloody nice. Price couldn't remember the last person that had touched him without expecting something in return, other than a medic trying to save his life.

His eyes drooped as the film continued, but he only followed the dialogue in passing, his attention completely homed in on the trail of warmth and tingles left behind by Nik's touch. His shoulders relaxed, his ankle slipping from where it had settled on top of his knees, and--

"Ah, careful," Nik said softly, catching Price's mug before it spilled lukewarm tea over his tartan pyjama bottoms.

"Oh, uh, sorry, must'a nodded off."

"Da," Nik took the mug from Price's hands and returned it to the coffee table. When he sat back, he tugged gently at the side of Price's head and patted his lap. "Here, lay down."

Price blinked. "Really?"

Nik's smile was soft, head tilted, and he nodded insistently. They had been dating for a few months now. The sex was good; mind-blowing, in fact. But they had so few occasions to be close in any other way. If they weren't working, they were fucking, and if they weren't fucking then they were asleep in a tangle of limbs, grateful to still be alive and in each other's arms, but too exhausted to do much more. That was the nature of who they were, what they did.

These quiet moments, with nothing to worry about but spilling tea on your lap as you nodded off like an old man in his recliner, were rare. A date in Berlin, a walk in the local woodlands around Hereford, a trip to Brighton to browse the Lanes. Not much. But each time, Nik had surprised Price with something new. Pulling the chair out for him and walking him back to his hotel room in Berlin, holding his hand on their walk and scooping him into a kiss by an old willow tree, cupping his waist and resting his chin on top of his head as they gazed into shop fronts in Brighton. Small acts of affection that left Price stupidly breathless for how simple they were.

This was yet another thing Price had never experienced. Sure, he'd wanted to. Four partners in his lifetime, two serious enough to bring them back to his flat for more than just sex, but he would have never dreamed of asking them to cuddle him, or let him lay in their lap. They would have glanced up and down his bearded, six foot two frame, with weathered hands and scarred skin, and laughed in his face.

He was the cuddler, the pair of shoulders, the strong hands, the warm body against their back. He didn't get those things because that wasn't his role, right? In any relationship, he had to demonstrate his love through quiet strength and resilience. A man, the man was expected to perform in a certain way and not expect more than access to sex and to perform romance on someone else, certainly not have it in return. That was what he had been raised on, and Nik was just blowing it all out of the water.

Price swallowed, glanced from Nik's face to his lap and back again. When Nik raised both eyebrows and gestured again, Price finally shifted over to lay down. His head ended up against the cushion on the other side, his arm slanted down between Nik's legs. Nik pulled the fleece blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over Price's curled body before lounging back into the deep pillows himself. It was comfortable, natural, and Price allowed himself a small wriggle of happiness.

But when Nik's hands settled on him again, Price thought he was about to elevate out of his body in pure bliss. Strong fingers pushed into his hair, while the other palm slid beneath the blanket to stroke idly over his arm and side. Price ignored the film in favour of closing his eyes to relish every flutter of sensation against his skin. The way Nik petted his hair, occasionally scratching lightly against his scalp, was heaven on earth. A thumb smoothed over one of Price's eyebrows and then followed his sideburn into his beard. "Ahh, better than any lap cat," Nik said fondly.

"Careful, might get m' claws out."

"Close your eyes and purr. It will be our secret."

Price chuckled softly, even rolled his tongue against the roof of his mouth to imitate a purr, much to Nik's delight, but he was soon drifting into a deeper, fluffier headspace that left him quiet but for muted sighs.

His toes curled when Nik scratched his nails lightly over the curve of his arse through the brushed cotton of his pyjamas and then again through his t-shirt on the back of his shoulder; a pleasant tingle blossoming through his skin beneath the duel sensation of soft material and blunt nails, leaving behind goosebumps and faint echoes of pleasure until Price's entire body was humming.

Nik alternated between that, a flat palm, scattered fingertips in large circles that eventually slid his t-shirt higher up his ribs beneath the blanket. Nik mapped his body reverently, lingering over the different textures of scars and moles, the fuzz of his belly and the silky soft skin beneath his arm. Price wasn't sure what he liked best. All of it. He liked all of it. Nik's big hands made him feel... safe. Cradled. They were warm, firm, assured equally in their tenderness as they were in their strength.

Price knew his body was translating the pleasure into arousal. There was a tension in his hips and his prick had chubbed up, but he was content to ignore it. It didn't matter. This was what he wanted - what he needed - right now. The man he loved touching him like he mattered as more than a warm body to have some fun with. That he was deserving of this innocent love, even with all the shit he had done, even being who he was.

A tightness prickled behind Price's eyes, a slight knot in his throat, but he swallowed it down, breathing softly through it until the sudden surge of emotion calmed. Mind and body running a gauntlet of emotions and sensations to try and translate the deep contentment it was experiencing, Price reasoned.

It was good. He could enjoy this. He could want this and Nik wouldn't think less of him. Nik was enjoying it too. Price could tell in the way he touched - occasional squeezes, lingering caresses, the change of pace, pressure and location because he wanted to feel all of Price at once - the slow, deep breaths he was drawing in as the act of doting on his lover was lulling him into a doze. This was what love felt like, wasn't it? This is what he had been missing all these years.

Price wasn't sure when they both fell asleep, but when he woke some hours later, another film on the television and the orange street lamps streaming in through the gap in the curtains, he only rolled over and nuzzled his face into the plush warmth of Nik's belly and closed his eyes again. This was where he belonged; safe and warm in Nik's hands.

[leupagus]

Fic rec fic rec!

This absolutely lovely story "into this neutral air" by swat117, is set in the Ted Lasso Seraphinaverse and written especially for me (or at least that's how it feels).

Ted touches Trent’s cheek, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and neutralising any defence he had against Ted’s affection. “I’ve only got so many free nights during the season, sweetheart, and I want to spend them with you.” “Plus five hundred drunk German tourists and the song catalogue of ABBA?” Trent says into his pillow. “Exactly what I mean, Dancing Queen.” “No,” Trent rolls away, taking the duvet with him. “No no no.” Ted is stronger, and pulls him back by the blanket. And, while Trent stores the memory of a few other things that happened in the ensuing hour, he still can’t point to the actual moment he said si to Mamma Mia. The show proves exactly as painful as Trent expected it to be, made worse by the walk down a busy stretch of the Strand to get there. Cutting wind off the Thames, adverts of unconscionable copywriting, nearly having a foot amputated by a passing motorbike: so, Central London on a Friday. “Can I not just drop you off and go round to the National Portrait?” He had tried, even as Ted dragged him through the theatre doors. “No can do, Waterloo!” Ted grinned. “I wanna hold your hand while they sing ‘Chiquitita.’” Trent is doomed in so many, such exquisite ways.

This fic has everything: Auden quote for a title, ABBA, lots of feelings about goddamn Martin Sherman, front stoop confessions, bitchy!Ted, and a lovely lyricism the writer gives to Trent's narrative voice that I was continually in awe of. Run, don't walk. Unless you're carrying scissors or are at a pool.

[vintage-every-day]

German advert. Illustration by Julius Klinger in 1912.

[jettison-my-gift]

Marvel definitely has a habit of celebrating their queer characters in June, with variants and short stories in the Voices book, and then doing literally nothing with them for the rest of the year. Which is incredibly frustrating as a lot of the characters in question are incredible and deserve their own series. And it feels like them searching for recognition like: “look at us! We have so many awesome LGBTQA+ characters!” Ok??? So give the individual characters their own series??

I also feel that if they’re creating a Loki book then they have to acknowledge Loki’s gender-fluidity, it’s become a stable of the character so ignoring it would take conscious effort. Even the 2019 series, that only ran for 5 issues, at least acknowledged it in various things the character said even tho they presented as male for the whole run. And now that we’ve had Defenders Beyond… I feel like not making Loki gender fluid would boarder on offensive (correct me if I’m wrong but I think some characters even used they/them for Loki in that series) But of course entirely depends on the writer, just like some writers don’t really acknowledge Clint’s Deafness, a lot of writers don’t want to actually do anything with Loki’s gender. They’re say “oh yeah he’s gender fluid. He’s just presenting as male for this whole run and never talking about it.” like Clint’s invisible hearing aids. It’s a nice out.

Unfortunately June is a long way away and we likely won’t get any clear answers until then, I’m not really very familiar with Dan Watters other work. He’s definitely not one of those writers that I just automatically trust (like, I know Al Ewing has my back). I would normally be comforted by femme Loki being on the cover but so is alligator Loki (apparently that’s just a thing now) so it feels like they’re trying to draw in fans of the TV show and might be doing the whole “female presenting Loki is her own person, a Loki variant. And not actually connected in anyway to this current version of Loki” which would suck. But we’ll see.

When are we getting an entireview on the limited Loki comic series? Are they gonna ignore defender beyond? Is Loki gonna get to be genderfuild?dose the artist of the comic liking my comment asking them to give Loki black lipstick means he's giving Loki black lipstick?is Loki gonna get a new outfit since everyone is getting new outfits as of late?I NEED ANSWERS!

[ymofan04]

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

FILE UNDER: PROGRESSIVE ROCK -- PSYCHEDELIC ROCK -- SPACE ROCK -- AVANT-FUNK -- KRAUTROCK.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a record advert for "Ege Bamyası," the third studio album by German experimental/ progressive/ krautrock band CAN, released on November 29, 1972 by United Artists Records.

PIC #2: A group shot of CAN, c. 1972, during the band's "Ege Bamyasi" era, sans Irmin Schmidt, who played farfisa organ, electric piano, & electronics.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3403918072849802691 (Picuki 2x).

[stillunusual]

According to the New York Times, happy feet were more important than the holocaust…. On 10th December 1942, the Polish government-in-exile sent a diplomatic note, written and signed by Minister of Foreign Affairs Edward Raczyński, to the governments of the 26 signatory states of the United Nations Declaration.

The nine-page note described what was known about the mass extermination of the Jewish people in German-occupied Poland, based on intelligence gathered by the Polish resistance. It clearly stated that more than a million Polish jews had already been killed, and that the Germans intended to kill the rest, as well as Jews from all over Europe. It also included a detailed account of Grossaktion Warschau - the deportation of most of the inhabitants of the Warsaw ghetto to the Treblinka extermination camp during the summer of 1942 (from 23rd July to 21st September), where they were killed in gas chambers disguised as showers.

The next day, on 11th December 1942, the New York Times briefly mentioned the note in a few column inches on page 8, next to a large advert for men's slippers.

This is a typical example of how news about the holocaust was given very little prominence in the media throughout the Second World War….

[theoreticaltrek]

The old German adverts for Star Trek were pretty fun

[gybas-blog]

I was going to post about how ashamed I feel for not having drawn anything this week either, but I bring you something better.

My dad let me keep his red letenja-timetable from his trip to Yugoslavia in 1983 with an advert from the 1984 Olympic Winter Games.

More details below👇

It has a calendar, an index of international and local flights, airlines, type of aircraft, explanation of symbols and GMT time differences.

International flights

Flights to countries that have changed since then: Socialist People's Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, USSR, German Dem. Rep. (I could not include Germany Federal Rep. because of the image limit) and Czechoslovakia.

Domestic services

Information for passengers

And maps with destinations

I tried to summarize it because of the limit of images, but if you want to see a specific part of it, don't hesitate to ask for it.

[tarragonthedragon]

did the infamous German soup advert Discworld books actually make it onto shelves? can one purchase them? I want to be very clear on this I will pay anything