#hans sutter

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Hans Sutter - Self portrait

[crimsonsbled]

𓏲ּ   ֶָ   𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗   ⁝            announcing   the   arrival   of   TORWYN   of   house   GREYJOY,   the   LORD   of   THE  PYKE.   whispers   among   the   court   name   them   to   be   both   CHARISMATIC   and   PROUD   in   disposition,   and   those   closest   to   them   speak   to   their   interests   in   sailing  &  swordsmanship.   if   we   bards   could   compose   a   song   for   them,   it   might   tell   stories   of     it   might   tell   stories   of restless  howl  against  the  ships  hull  as  lightning  illuminates  the  darkness  enveloping  the  ship  ,  the  rhythmic  cadence  of  the  waves  crashing  against  the  shore  serving  as  a  constant  companion,  a  reminder  of  the  ever-present  call  of  the  ocean  that  flows  through  his  veins  ,  a  lone  figure  on  rocky  edges,  an  embodiment  of  a  legacy  forged  in  iron  and  tempered  by  the  sea  .     the   seven   whisper   to   their   most   devout   queen   as   she   sleeps,   making   her   question   where   their   loyalties   truly   lie.   are   they   right   to   whisper?   for   their   loyalties   truly   lie   with   THE  GREYJOYS/THEMSELVES    .

━━  𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

full  name  :  torwyn  greyjoy age  :  thirty  years  old date  of  birth :  the  19th  of  the  eleventh  turn  (  november  )  hometown  :  pyke  ,  iron  islands  ,  westeros gender  &  pronouns  :  cis  male  +  he  /  him orientation  :  heterosexual  +  heteroromantic marital  status  :  unwed religion  :  drowned  god titles  &  occupation  :  lord  of  the  pyke  ,  captain  of  the  stormbreaker 

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

hair  colour  :  brown eye  colour  :  hazel height  :  1.88  m  /  6’2  ft face  claim  :  leo  sutter

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

moral  alignment  :  chaotic  evil positive  traits  :  charismatic  ,  negative  traits  :  proud  ,  cynical  ,  scheming hobbies  :  sailing  and  swordsmanship character  inspos  :  hans  solo  ,  sinbad  the  sailor  ,  captain  barbosa  ,  tyrion  lannister  ,  balon  greyjoy  ,  ragnar  lothbrok  ,  achilles  (  the  illiad  )  ,  loki  (  mcu  )

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

father  :  lord  lancion  greyjoy mother  :  lady  julienna  greyjoy siblings  :  lord  utp  greyjoy  ,  lord/lady/liege  greyjoy children  :  unknown  number  of  bastards  (  no  one  has  came  to  collect  child  support  yet  )

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

the  second  son  of  the  great�� lancion  greyjoy  .  the  spare  .  the  less  favored  .  as  one  might  have  guessed  ,  torwyn  was  often  overshadowed  by  the  accomplishments  and  expectations  thrust  upon  his  older  brother  .  as  a  child  ,  he  craved  for  his  father’s  affection  but  no  matter  what  he  did  ,  he  was  always  seen  inferior  to  the  eldest  greyjoy  .  his  childhood  was  not  all  devastating  for  what  his  father  lacked  to  showed  him  ,  his  mother  made  up  for  it  .  it  was  not  long  until  towryn  realized  that  being  his  father’s  favorite  was  not  all  bad  .  he  sought  solace  in  seafaring  ,  using  it  as  escape  from  pyke  politics  .  he  started  joining  his  father’s  men  on  small  raids  and  fishing  expedition  ,  learning  from  them  along  the  way  .  while  young  lords  were  given  steeds  and  swords  as  they  entered  manhood  ,  torwyn  was  given  his  own  ship  to  captain  ,  naming  the  ship  stormbreaker  .  a  good  portion  of  torwyn’s  adulthood  was  spent  at  sea  ,  his  voyages  spanning  months  .  in  true  ironborn  nature  ,  when  he  was  not  discovering  new  places  ,  torwyn  and  his  crew  pillaged  and  raided  smaller  islands  .  pyke  was  no  longer  considered  his  home  rather  it  was  anywhere  the  stormbreaker  docked  .  torwyn's  voyages  took  him  far  and  wide  across  the  seas,  exploring  and  raiding  distant  lands  across  westeros  and  the  narrow  Sea  . however  ,  torwyn's  daring  exploits  were  not  without  peril  .  he  decided  to  sail  home  from  lys  to  reach  pyke  just  in  time  for  his  mother’s  name  day  ,  hoping  to  surprise  her  .  the  night  before  his  expected  arrival  ,  his  ship  encountered  a  tempest  of  unprecedented  ferocity  .  the  Stormbreaker  strained  against  the  raging  waters  ,  and  torwyn  found  himself  facing  the  very  real  possibility  of  losing  his  life  at  sea  .  miraculously  ,  the  ship  limped  back  to  the  safety  of  pyke's  harbor,  but  the  ordeal  left  its  mark  on  torwyn  ,  both  physically  and  emotionally  . torwyn's  recovery  on  pyke  stretched  across  several  months,  enforced  by  his  mother's  decree  forbidding  him  from  setting  foot  on  his  ship  until  his  wounds  had  fully  healed—a  directive  that  grated  against  his  restless  spirit  .  returning  torPyke  felt  like  stepping  into  a  foreign  land  ;  he  had  never  truly  felt  a  sense  of  belonging  within  its  walls  .  The  truth  was  ,  torwyn  had  long  remained  aloof  from  the  intricate  web  of  his  family's  political  affairs  .  well  ,  not  until  recently  .  his  brother’s  defiance  piqued  torwyn’s  interest  ,  finding  it  amusing  that  their  father  seemed  to  be  greatly  affected  by  him  taking  a  salt  wife  .  sensing  an  opportunity  amidst  the  brewing  tensions  ,  torwyn  saw  a  chance  to  play  a  more  active  role  in  greyjoy  politics  .  unconcerned  with  the  burdens  of  inheritance  ,  torwyn  had  no  desire  to  vie  for  the  seastone  chair  .  Iinstead  ,  his  gaze  was  fixed  upon  a  grander  ambition  :  commanding  the  legendary  iron  fleet  .  it  was  a  position  he  believed  he  was  destined  for  ,  one  that  would  grant  him  the  power  and  influence  he  craved  beyond  the  confines  of  pyke's  walls  .

[maelkevejen]

En ordentlig omgang opkast

Jeg vil hellere kvæle mig selv end at gå på arbejde igen i morgen. Jeg vil bare gerne have.... altså... uendeligt fri, indtil jeg kan noget igen. Jeg vil gerne stoppe tiden på en eller anden abstrakt måde, udvide ugen og sætte fem ekstra dage ind. Jeg er næsten rasende ved tanken om, at jeg skal spilde hele dagen på arbejde, til ekstra lang spejder om aftenen og i stedet for at kunne restituere om onsdagen, skal jeg til endnu et panikinducerende specialemøde med en underviser, jeg godt kan lide, men som forventer, at jeg (som alle andre normale studerende) bare har valgt et eller andet specifikt overemne, jeg vil skrive speciale om, og det kan jeg ikke, det vil jeg ikke, det kan jeg ikke, alt i mig stritter imod! Og jeg har også formået at lave en aftale med Po, som jeg bare heller ikke kan mønstre en lyst til, og han forventer at vi skal ud og klatre, og han er flyttet hele vejen til Valby, og der er ikke noget af det, som ikke koster flere skeer end jeg har til rådighed, ISÆR NÅR JEG OGSÅ.... også... tager med i beregningen, at jeg skal... at jeg skal lave den der skide workshop. Som jeg ikke sagde ja til... jeg sagde bare, at jeg var interesseret, og så blev det pludselig til en realitet, og jeg ANER jo ikke, hvordan man laver en workshop?! Jeg har ikke lavet noget endnu. Og det er på fredag. Så det skal jeg bruge hele torsdagen på, og hvis vi skal være realistiske, så er det jo ikke tid nok overhovedet. Jeg kommer til at sidde oppe hele natten og gå i panik, ligesom når jeg ikke forstår eksamensspørgsmål og er bange for at fejle. Og det er enormt anstrengende. KAN VI IKKE RYDDE HELE KALENDEREN!?

Men jeg er allerede 10 timer i minus flex, og jeg har ikke set Po i mere end en måned, og jeg skal altså finde et specialeemne, og jeg...

ingen har spurgt mig, om jeg orker alt det her. Jeg hader at være voksen. Og jeg arbejder endda kun 15 timer om ugen og jeg har ingen kurser for tiden. Er der ikke bare nogen, der kan tage over. Men nogen skal jo... ingen har plus på kontoen herhjemme for tiden, men jeg er mindst i minus åbenbart og jeg hverken kan eller må være bitter over det, for sådan spiller klaveret altså ikke, kan jeg dog ikke bare få hovedet ud fra min røv. Jeg vil have en selvkørende Dyson-støvsuger og nogen til at lave varm mad til mig hver aften og i øvrigt en plan, jeg kan følge. Jeg hader at være planlægger. Jeg hader det. Og jeg har slet ikke lyst til den der rugbrødstoast. Det er slet ikke det, jeg har lyst til. Men når man er voksen, er der ikke noget der hedder det, og det er det, jeg allermindst kan lide ved at være voksen. Alle de der... rugbrødstoast i overført betydning, som man bare er nødt til at æde, fordi ellers er alting meget værre og man er nødt til at være rationel.

Fuck hvor det sutter at have svingende hormoner. Eller... altså... nej. Men jo. Sgu.

[anhelthings]

Me llamo Sutter Keely y tengo 18 años. En comparación con otros chicos, no he experimentado muchas dificultades. No realmente. He tenido mis problemas. Han pasado cosas. Pero siempre pasan cosas, ¿no? Pero el verdadero reto en mi vida, la verdadera dificultad... soy yo. Siempre he sido yo. Siempre he tenido miedo, desde que tengo uso de razón. Miedo a fracasar, a decepcionar a la gente, a herir a la gente, a ser herido. Antes, si no bajaba la guardia y me concentraba en otras cosas, en los demás, si no sentía nada, entonces no podían herirme.

Me equivoqué. No solo me hice insensible al dolor sino a todo, lo bueno y lo malo, hasta que ya no quedaba nada. Está bien vivir en el presente pero lo mejor del presente es que mañana habrá otro. Y ahora haré que cada momento cuente…

[linguistlist-blog]

TOC, Target Vol. 35, No. 1 (2023)

ICYMI: 2023. iii, 155 pp. Table of Contents Articles How do translators select among competing (near-)synonyms in translation? A corpus-based approach using random forest modelling Pauline de Baets and Gert de Sutter pp. 1–33 Source language difficulties in learner translation: Evidence from an error-annotated corpus Maria Kunilovskaya, Tatyana Ilyushchenya, Natalia Morgoun and Ruslan Mitkov pp. 34–62 An item-based, Rasch-calibrated approach to assessing translation quality Chao Han and Xiaoqi Sha http://dlvr.it/SpqJHV

[hockeyklubbkul]

pride night för nhl-lag

Calgary Flames hade sin stolthetskväll den 28 mars mot Los Angeles Kings. Calgary bär matchtröjor hockey med Pride-tema – grafiken inuti logotypen och siffrorna har designats av den lokala konstnären Megan Parker från LGBTQ+-communityt.

Darryl Sutter sa före matchen att laget kommer att bära tröjan och upprepade att han välkomnar nya medlemmar i samhället att gå med i laget. Coleman hade turen att bära tröjan och den visar att den välkomnas av alla supportrar. Coleman sa: "Det är en liten sak, men om det betyder mycket för andra människor, så är det uppenbarligen det som spelar roll.

Jag hoppas att spelarna i som bär Calgary Flames tröjor kommer att spela bättre i matchen mot slutet!

[vita1001-bio-vitalkaffee]

Heute, 09.12.2022 bin ich mit meinem VITA1001 - Bio Vitalkaffee ☕ 😍 und dem LAMPOCOY - Café de Mujeres ☕ 😍 auf Promotioneinsatz in der Bioinsel Rosenberger, Hans-Sutter-Gasse 1, A-8160 Weiz. Wie wäre es mit einer guten Tasse von meinem verträglichen & säurearmen VITA1001 - Bio Vitalkaffee ☕ 😍? Zu heiß? Kein Problem, bedenkt das man laut der Traditionellen Chinesischen Medizin in der Hitze immer etwas warmes trinken sollte! Perfekt, dann kommt gleich hier im Geschäft vorbei und verkostet diesen. Ich freue mich auf euren Besuch, bis gleich lg Gerold ☀️ ☕ 🙏 #bioinsel #bioinselrosenberger #bioladen #vita1001biovitalkaffee #derbestekaffeeindiesemuniversum #grandcrueingourmetkaffeederspitzenklasse #kaffeemitherzundidee #biovitalkaffee #vitalkaffee #gourmetkaffee #vital #kaffee #kaffeemitpilzen #kaffeemitreishi #reishikaffee #pilzkaffee #mushroomcoffee #vitalpilze #reishi #mandelpilz #kaffeeunverträglichkeit #idealbeikaffeeunverträglichkeit #bekömmlich #bekömmlicherkaffee #säurearm #säurearmerkaffee #basenfasten #gönndir #erfolg #biovita www.bio-vita.at https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl8lRQrKAb2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anonymiskabet]

jeg bollede en fyr på roskilde som ikke var R.. jeg var bare fuld og liderlig og havde snavet med ham hele aftenen. først da jeg tjekker min telefon kl. 3 ser jeg at han har skrevet sådan “godnat smukke, glæder mig til at se dig efter ros ❤️”. fik det så dårligt. jeg havde bogstaveligt talt munden fuld af pik da han skrev........ hvad er der galt med mig??

efter ros skal vi så ses, og jeg skriver til ham hvad der er sket. og han er ikke sur/ked og siger det er okay?? han inviterer mig til aftensmad (roommates ude) og vi putter til en film bagefter?? jeg forstår ingenting overhovedet. mens vi putter siger jeg til ham at jeg nok hellere må blive testet før vi har sex igen, og han får mega boner på. det ender med at jeg sutter ham i sådan max 30 sek og han kommer ud over det hele. det er virkelig den mærkeligste chain of events i mit liv

hvorfor er jeg så dum?

[jeonginsdiary]

3racha have a special spot in my heart istg 😭

[The request is screenshotted because I accidentally lost it, i’m so sorryy 😫]

Lee: Jisung

Ler: Chan

Ler: Changbin

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Caffeine

Everybody knows how hard the boys of 3racha work to produce their songs. Day and night is always nonstop grinding from the members. Of course, multiple all nighters call for nightly doses of caffeine. Except this time, 3racha’s maknae, Jisung, had one too many cups of coffee. One after the other, the younger drank every last drop of his coffee, ignoring his hyungs warnings to slow down. “Jisung, don’t have too much.” Chan strictly told his dongsaeng, not wanting to deal with a chaotic quokka. “But hyung.. you and Changbin hyung are always having caffeine, why can’t I?” Whined the persistent boy as he slumped down on Chan’s bed. “Well me and Chan hyung can control our energy.” Retorted an annoyed Changbin, as he too was trying to get Han to slow down his caffeine intake. The boy just dramatically slid his body onto the floor, near Chan’s chair in which he was sitting on. “Jisung-ah, what are you doing now.” Chan questioned, as he shifted his attention to the boy who was laying on the floor. “I don’t know.. i’m bored..” He said as he jumped up and began running around the room. “I’m gonna burn my caffeine off!” He yelled as he ran to each corner and back. “Yah! We can’t concentrate.” Stated a frustrated Changbin who watch Jisung bouncing off of the walls. The boy just ignored him as he continued to run around Chan’s room. “Jisung, stop..” Said the leader as he interlaced his fingers through his hair, not being able to focus with Jisung in the background.

The caffeine was really starting to get to Han. Chan and Changbin couldn’t even get the younger to stop, he just wouldn’t listen. After about a minute or two, Chan was fed up. He stood up from his chair, making his way towards his dongsaeng who was hyper as ever. “Jisung, come here.” The oldest stated groggily, making eye contact with the boy. “No! You’re gonna scold me!” The younger exclaimed in a tone of obviousness. Han attempted to run away from the approaching kangaroo but was caught in the arms of a strong Changbin. “Don’t even think about it..” Said the dwaekki who wrapped his arms around the others slim waist, picking him up in the air, heading towards the bed, then throwing him on. “H-hyung! What are you guys doing..?” The quokka asked nervously as Chan came closer to him. “Well scolding you won’t make you less hyper so..” Said the leader as he stared into Han’s eyes. Jisung was just about to get up from the bed an try to escape but before he could, Chan threw himself on top of him, pinning down the defenseless boy. “Bin, come here!” Chan ushered as he sat on the boys hips. The leader instructed Changbin to bring Jisung’s arms up, an easy task for the strong boy. The dwaekki swiftly brought Han’s arms above his head despite the boys intense struggling. “HYUNG! STOP!” Shouted 3racha’s maknae as he tried wiggling out of their grips. This punishment was all too common among Stray Kids and Jisung knew exactly what was coming his way.

“You’re trapped Jisung-ah~” Teased a mean Chan as he gave the youngers sides a quick squeeze. “STAHAP!” The younger laughed out, arching his back. “Yah! That was barely anything!” Changbin retorted, still holding onto the arms of the younger boy. “I knohow but it tickled!” Said the helpless quokka, smiling widely. “He admits it!” Stated Chan as if they were in a crime documentary, causing Changbin to laugh and Jisung to blush. “W-whatever..” Suttered the red faced boy, averting his gaze. “Hmm.. where should we start, Changbin?” Questioned the oldest of them all, scanning the boys entire body. “I say tummy, it’s pretty bad there.” Replied Changbin who pulled the youngers arms up to outstretch him even more. “N-NO! DON’T!” Yelled the now very vulnerable boy. “Aww~ look at your little tummy!” Cooed Chan as he placed random pokes all over Jisung’s pale stomach. “Nohoho! Plehehease stohop!” Said the already begging quokka as he sucked his stomach in, trying to get away from his hyungs tickly fingers. “But you’ve been so hyper Han, we need to tire you out~” Said the leader in an evil tone, moving his hands up and pressing his thumbs into the boys ribs. Jisung’s thrashing intensified as Chan began massaging circles into the poor boys sensitive skin. “AH! Stohop! I cahan’t hyung!” Jisung knew his hyungs were playing it safe right now, he could already feel tickle torture coming soon. At this point, Changbin had joined in and was wiggling his fingers on the boys neck, the other hand still holding onto his wrists, resulting in small giggles as Han tried putting his ear to his shoulder. “Guhuhuys! Nohoho!” giggled the flustered quokka. He couldn’t believe he was stuck in this situation..

“Oh? Should we go somewhere else then?” Chan asked, not even waiting for a response before he dug his fingers into Jisung’s armpits. “AHAHAH WAIT!” Screamed the boy as he tried pulling his arms down to his sides. Unfortunately for him, Changbin wasn’t even phased by his attempt. The dwaekki just kept his grip no matter how hard Jisung pulled. Changbin had decided to stop tickling Jisung’s neck, figuring he should focus on keeping his hold on the boy. “CHANNIE HYUHUNG STOHOHOP!” Laughed the boy who was now beginning to lose his sanity. He knew for a fact that Chan wasn’t done yet but he didn’t know how much more he could take of this. “I wonder where his death spot is..” Changbin teased, watching the boy laugh and blush. “I DOHOHON’T HAHAVE ONE STAHAHA-” The last part of the boys sentence was cut off by silent laughter, signaling for Chan to give him a break. Jisung lay there panting, sweat covering his face. “No mohore!” Begged the quokka, still being restrained by Changbin. “Oh come on Han! We’ve barely started.. how are you so tired already!” Stated Changbin who wiped the sweat off the boys forehead with his shirt. “Shut uhup.” The younger almost demanded. “What was that Jisung?” Chan questioned before placing his fingers on the boys waist and drilling in. “AH! NONONO STAHAHAP I DIDNT MEHEHEAN IHIT!” Yelled Han as he jolted from the sensitive touch. “Ah.. all that arrogance is gone when hyung gets your waist..” Changbin noted. Jisung shook his head through his laughter as he viciously kicked his legs. “Oh!” Chan exclaimed, confusing Jisung as he reached his hands back. Han let out a deafening scream when he felt his leader mercilessly squeezing his thighs. “Bad spot?” Chan laughed along with the younger, adoring how Jisung shut his eyes and laughed loudly. “STOPSTOPSTOHOP! HYUHUHUNG!” Begged the dying younger. Eventually, Chan lifted his fingers off of Han’s thighs, not without a few quick squeezes to his knee. “Ahare you done?” Jisung tiredly asked, finally opening his eyes to face Chan. “Nope!” The older said excitedly. “What?” Jisung’s eyes widened at the word his hyung had just said. “W-why hyung i’m tired now!” Whined Jisung, tugging at his restrained wrists.

“Ah.. Jisung-ah, I know your hiding something from me~” Said the kangaroo as he looked into Jisung’s eyes. “What? No i’m not..?” The younger said hesitantly. He didn’t think he was hiding anything from Chan.. Or was he? “Well.. remember when me and Bin first started tickling you?” Questioned the Aussie, receiving a timid nod in response from Han. “I noticed that..” Continued the leader. Han’s heart rate had sped up now as he got more and more nervous by the second. What was his hyung talking about? “I noticed that.. your lower sides are the worst.” Finished Chan with a knowing smirk on his face. Han visibly panicked, trying to bring his arms down and stop his hyung. Jisung’s lower sides were incredibly sensitive, he just didn’t know why. He thought maybe if he didn’t mention it then no one would figure out. Looking back, that was kind of a lame idea especially if you live with someone like Chan. “N-no that’s not true h-hyung..” He lied, not sounding even a bit intimidating. “It isn’t? Should we test it then?” Questioned Chan who was grinning from ear to ear. “NO! Don’t test it hyung!” Whined the quokka, a nervious tone in his voice. “Jisung.. you seem quite persistent especially for this ‘not being true.’” Mentioned Changbin who was silently watching this all unfold. “Just let me go guys!” Jisung tried changing the subject but was stopped by his lovely leader. “We’ll let you go.. after we test this little theory of ours.” Replied Chan who pulled the younger down by his waist to stretch out the boy more. Jisung then watched in horror as Chan took a seat on his upper thighs, rolling the youngers shirt up. “NONONO HYUNG!” Screamed the desperate Han. He wasn’t even mentally prepared for this level of torture.

“Hey Jisung!” Chan exclaimed as the younger boy lifted his head up to face Chan. “Hm?” Responded Han, a curious yet suspicious glint in his eyes. “Is this..” Said the leader, pausing midway through his sentence yet again. Jisung watched his hyung intently, waiting for the question to escape the older boys lips. Chan then finished his sentence. “Is this ticklish..?” He asked, shooting his hands down to the boys lower sides and kneading them with his thumbs. “HYUNG NOHOHOHO! STOHOHOP!” Well that was enough of an answer in itself. “He lied!” Changbin laughed as the other was thrown into hysterics. “AHH! STAHAHAP I CAHANT!” Shrieked the boy who twisted in every way he could as a weak attempt to detach Chan’s hands from his sensitive lower sides. “You can’t get away Jisung~” Teased the evil dwaekki who still had a strong clutch on his dongsaeng. “PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE STAHAHA-” Jisung could barely form coherent sentences, loud laughter being the only thing that he could do. Chan quickly lifted his fingers, leaving Jisung to fall limp, excess giggles escaping his lips. “I hahate yohou!” Blurted out a giggly quokka. “Say that one more Jisung I swear to god.” Scolded the Aussie leader, who still loved Jisung’s tired state. “You’re not scary hyuhung! I hate you!” Jisung said playfully, wanting to get on Chan’s nerves. “Is that so?” The leader replied. “Changbin stretch him out more.” Chan demanded, Changbin immediately following his orders. “Wait! Hyung what are you doing? Stop!” Uttered the distressed Jisung. Chan ignored the younger, simply rolling Han’s shirt up to his ribs, making Jisung’s torso completely vulnerable. Changbin had now outstretched the other to the point where his ribs stuck out, earning a few pokes on them from Chan. “AH! HYUHUNG! DON’T DO THAT! I CAN’T MOVE!” For some reason, being stretched out made everything so much more ticklish for the sensitive Jisung.

“Okay.. are you ready?” Chan asked as he focused his eyes back on the others lower sides. “Hyung! I’m sorry! You know I love you, right!?” Begged the boy, not wanting to face his very much deserved punishment. He still didn’t know what his hyung was about to do but he didn’t want to know anytime soon. He just wanted to get out of their ticklish touches. “Alright!” Chan exclaimed, quickly lowering his head down and blowing a buzzing raspberry directly on the boys bare lower side. A deafening scream erupted from the quokka, loud laughter coming after. “NONONO DOHOHON’T-” Screeched the helpless boy. After one raspberry on his lower side, Chan kept giving him more and more. Despite the desperate screaming of the younger, the leader was able to keep up his attack, coming up for air then diving down to blow raspberry after raspberry. Not even 5 seconds after Chan had started his tactic, the quokka’s laugh had already turned silent. It was like Jisung’s voice just gave up on him, not even allowing him to beg. His exposed torso was not making the situation any better. Han tried curling in on himself in an effort to separate Chan’s mouth from his lower sides. It didn’t really work but Jisung was able to curl up a bit, only getting to the point where there were thin rolls on his stomach, barely visible. The younger tried bucking up but no matter how much he jerked away, Chan kept blowing raspberries onto his lower side.

“Hyung.. He looks like he’s going insane..” Muttered Changbin who could hear only gasps of breath from the younger, his silent laughter making almost no sound at all. Chan stopped his attack, giving the younger a last squeeze, loving how he jolted with a big smile. “Do you still hate me?” Chan asked Han, laughing at the roll of Jisung’s eyes. “I love you hyungie.. no more!” Responded the younger as he was released by Changbin. “Ew.. now my side is all wet because of your spit hyung.” Whined the quokka as he wiped away the saliva. “Shut up, you were the one who couldn’t stop laughing!” Chan laughed as he nudged the boy. “Ugh, whatever..” Han embarrassedly replied, flopping onto a pillow next to Changbin.

Needless to say, Han was drained of energy, his hyper state long gone for that night. This definitely happened a few more times though..

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I actually wanted to write lee Han so here’s my excuse! Thanks! ^^

This was so fun to write tysm for the request!

Stay healthy <3

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[bran-writes]

AK Character Flashback: Devon

Devon could tell Zig-Zag was starting to get anxious, which the eleven year-old could understand- he really didn’t want to be caught dead in an abandoned insane asylum on the outskirts of The Barrens after dark either. But, Devon was spurred on by the burning question in the forefront of his mind.

“You can just stay out here, if you want,” Devon shrugged, glancing behind him. Zig was climbing the vine-shrouded stone steps, sweat glistening on his forehead. The boy pushed his glasses up and scoffed.

“I’m not scared. I’m careful.”

“I know.”

“Plus, I probably would be more scared out here by myself than in there with you… So… There’s that.”

“Okay.”

“Why do you care so much, anyways? You didn’t even know the kid.”

Devon stopped, grabbing the straps of his backpack and pulling them tight. He knew why he was here, he just wasn’t sure if he could explain it. Zig came to a stop next to him and patiently waited for an answer. “You ever felt really alone?”

“Sure, that was like, all I did before I met you guys.”

“Imagine how he felt,” Devon nodded towards the looming, decrepit building. “Nobody should be that alone.”

Zig wiped his forehead with his shirt sleeve. “Okay.”

The two continued ahead, stepping around debris from wreckage they had no context for. As they walked closer, Devin kept an eye on the cracked, dirty, blackened windows above, half-expecting to see the ghost of a young boy staring back at him.

If the rumors about this place were true, Devon would probably feel like crying after he left, but he pushed on anyways. He just wanted to know.

Zig-Zag pulled the door open for Devon and held it while the boy walked through, pulling the cheap drone out of his backpack and clicking the activation button. With a whir, the tear-shaped device sputtered, faltered in the air in front of him as if it was dangling on a string and then straightened out.

“We need a new one,” Zig sighed. “Flashlight.”

A beam of light shot from the front and two sides of the drone. The lobby of the deserted building sat uncomfortably still- the broken down furniture and abandoned desk cast strange shadows on the dirty surfaces. Devon connected the drone to his watch and set it to record video and audio.

“We good?”

“Yeah, let’s get this done so we can go.”

“Speaking my language, Han Brolo,” Zig smiled.

The two kids picked their way around the rubble, while the drone’s secondary set of lights scanned the scorch-marked walls and shattered doors. They kept an eye out in all directions, wary of anyone lurking around the halls. In  any other old abandoned building around town, they’d have to worry about squatters and addicts approaching them from the dark(so they’d been told). But here in Sam Morner Hospital, they probably wouldn’t have to worry so much. Nobody hid out here, not this close to the Barrens.

Following the old floor plans on his phone, Devon lead Zig-Zag through connecting hallways and down a flight of stairs, their outdated drone humming behind between them. The place was stiflingly dark and smelled like old, wet moss and rusted metal.

“He must have been so scared,” Zig sighed.

“We’re close.”

They reached the bottom of the stairwell and paused, the drone shining it’s three lights down down each hallway of the T-Junction. Down the paths to the left and right, Devon saw nothing but a stretch of darkness past the light beams- other than motes of dust drifting restlessly. He was really starting to wish they were back at Zig’s house, where they were supposed to be.

I’m sure he wanted to be home, too, Devon thought.

Ahead of them was a short dead-end hallway- a group of rooms that once served as storage used by the staff of the facility. At the end of that hallway was a single door, the faded and chipped word “MAINTENANCE” stenciled on its rusted bronze surface.

“There it is…” Devon whispered. He felt his stomach turn and that familiar lump in his throat when he was trying not to cry. They stepped forward and got halfway to the door when they heard shuffling.

“Flashlight,” a voice whispered sharply from behind them.

The drone went dark.

The boys were enveloped in the blackness.

Zig screamed.

Devon joined him in screaming when he heard someone scramble towards them too fast for them to react and Zig hit the floor. “Flashlight- High Beam!”

Kwin Bergeron sat on Zig’s chest, cackling in the harsh light of their drone.

“You fucking psycho!” Zig hurled punches up at their friend, who just blocked them, laughing before rolling off the boy.

“Kwin, what the hell?” Devon panted.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!”

Zig sat up, on the verge of tears, “Yo, that’s not cool, you almost gave me-”

“Boo!”

Both boys screamed again, Kwin laughing even harder after Holly Groene leaped from the shadows. “Jesus! What are you two doing here?!”

“Uh, we showed up at Zig’s house and you guys were gone-zo,” Kwin chuckled, “and so was the dang drone. We checked the app and saw it out in Old Pine. We took a few guesses.”

Devon took a moment to catch his breath and let his nerves settle, while Kwin helped Zig up. “Great, that’s great.”

“Wait, how’d you beat us down here then?” Zig brushed himself off.

“Your brother,” Holly shrugged. “Him and his girlfriend drove us around to Hartley and parked in the back. All we had to do was wait.”

“No fucking way,” Zig scoffed, “Miles would never let you come down here alone.”

Holly pulled at a strap on her shoulder and revealed the hunting rifle she had slung. “I got this baby with me.”

“Anyways,” Kwin sighed. “Let’s do it to it. Nobody wants to be near the Barrens after dark.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, asshole.”

“Wait, what do you think we’re doing?” Devon tilted his head.

Kwin looked confused. “We’re here to pay our respects, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Cool.” Kwin walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door, Holly joining him. Devon and Zig followed. “You do the honors,” Kwin stepped back.

Devon gently pulled the door and it opened with a sad, lonely whine. The room was small, cramped, musty. The drone cast it’s dim light inside onto a dry, filthy blanket, a couple of empty tool boxes an a message sloppily written on the wall:

ILY Mom

A year ago, police in town followed a tip and found the body of 12 year old Charlie Nemitz down here. Charlie was a quiet, reserved hemophiliac and the constant target of bullying at their school. He was small, skinny, frail and had an awful stutter, even when he talked to himself in the halls. Even Devon knew that all Charlie wanted was to be left alone to draw and color his art. That didn’t stop kids from picking on him- and since Charlie never told on his bullies, and he never fought back, it got worse over time.

This was where Charlie Nemitz died. This was where- after a group of bullies spotted him walking alone, jumped him, dragged him into Sam Morner, down the stairs and threw him into the room- his last moments played out. Bleeding out from his internal wounds, Charlie kicked and screamed at boys who were just upstairs. The bullies clowned around thinking they’d let him out in a few hours after they’d downed all their stolen beers. This is where Charlie used one of his markers to scribble a barely legible message to his mother in the dark. Charlie succumbed to the internal bleeding in his brain, stomach and limbs before the three bullies thought to check on him.

Devon unslung his backpack and set it on the ground as he crouched next to it, tears streaming down his face. Zig did the same and pulled out his own belongings he’d brought.

He wasn’t surprised the rumor about the message on the wall was true, he just needed to know. The three boys had all just been convicted, and the message(for whatever reason) wasn’t mentioned in the trial. But the kids around school swore it was real- some claimed to have come down there themselves to see it.

Devon just wanted to know.

“I brought some old comics I don’t read anymore,” Zig whispered. He laid them out neatly against the wall. “He passed by me one day in the cafeteria and saw me reading ‘em. I could tell he was trying to get a good look at the, uh… at  the pages, but when I asked if he wanted to read em… he just shook his head and walked off.”

“These are some of his drawings I tried to replicate one day cause I thought they were pretty cool. Mr. Connors had them hanging outside the art room, so I went and tried to sketch it myself? Like one day before school. He was really good, but he was an older kid so I was scared to ask him about it. I wish I had.”

Kwin stepped forward and reached into his own bag, pulling out a smooth orb that reflected off the drone’s light. “I didn’t really know him… I only saw him a couple times. But I kept thinking about how dark and scary it was in here so I brought a Glo-Ball… I don’t know, it won’t last forever, but-”

“It’s cool, I’m glad you brought it,” Devon interrupted. Kwin had a tendency to doubt himself, so the boy often found himself stopping his friend from getting there.

Kwin shook the glass ball, coaxing it to glow brighter and brighter the more he did so. He cranked a switch in the flat side on the bottom to increase the time and hit the alarm feature. “There, it’ll last for 6 hours every day at noon. At least til the dang battery dies.”

The kids- Devon, Zig, Kwin and Holly- stood there for a few long and silent moments before Devon stood up and brushed his pants off. “He deserved to still be here. That’s what all this means.”

The others remained silent in solemn agreement, before Kwin stood up as well, swiping his hands together and nodding in approval of their memorial. “The dark’s the worst way to go.”

“What’s that from?”

“I forgot, but I have nightmares about this stuff all the time,” Kwin shrugged and turned for the door. Followed by Holly. Zig and Devon followed, back up the stairs, out of the side entrance to the abandoned facility where Miles Sutter’s car was waiting with the teenager and his girlfriend inside.

Before they got any closer, Devon stopped them all. “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for coming out here with me. It’s cool I didn’t have to do this by myself.”

“No problem,” Holly brushed her blonde locks back, “And it’s cool you did this. You have the best ideas.”

“Yeah,” Kwin lightly punched his shoulder, “It feels good. Like, having an ending to it. I don’t have to pay attention to any of the bullshit rumors and news stuff. We said goodbye.”

“I think he’d appreciate that,” Zig sucked his teeth. He wrapped a skinny arm around Devon’s shoulders. “Good work, Inspector Cooley. Another case taken care of.”

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Mails von Bundestagsabgeordneten der CDU/CSU und SPD

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Im Anhang alle eMails der Bundestagsabgeordneten von CDU/CSU und SPD. Ich habe über 400 Emails versand. An jeden einzelnen. Lasst uns bis zum Ende gegen die EU-Richtline, Uploadfilter und die unfaire Behandlung von kleinen Urhebern, Zensur, und die Einschränkung von Meinungs-, Pressefreiheit sowie dem Recht auf Bildung kämpfen.

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FUCK hvor er det irriterende at skulle spise hele tiden

Urgh, jeg fatter ikke, at jeg skal have det sådan her igen. Jeg har det som manden i den der video, hvor han bare står ude på gaden og skriger “RØØØØØV”. Jeg ved godt, det ikke er sjovt. Men hold kæft, hvor det sutter. Jeg har overhooovedet ikke lyst til rugbrødsmadder, og jeg har bare aldrig været god til at tage mig sammen og lave mad sådan... rettidigt. Det har jeg virkelig ikke. Kan I huske dengang, jeg lige var flyttet hjemmefra, og jeg nogengange fik ovnbagte tomater til aftensmad, fordi det var det eneste, jeg lige gad og havde overskud til? 

Og jeg glemte at tage rugbrød ud af fryseren, så jeg har spist tre frikadeller og en appelsinyoghurt med müsli til frokost. Og nok bolsjer til at min gane er øm. Jaja. Bare kom med den; verdens mindste violin. 

Jeg kan ikke forklare, hvorfor det er så svært. Det er bare virkelig, virkelig, virkelig træls at skulle spise noget, når man ingen appetit har. Jeg ved godt, min krop er sulten, men jeg har virkelig bare ikke lyst til noget. Jeg har bestemt lyst til at have lyst, men det har jeg altså bare ikke. Men det er min krop ligeglad med (et eller andet sted heldigvis, ikke?), for den skal jo have noget mad alligevel. Så skændes vi. Og når mit blodsukker falder, eller hvad der nu sker, så får jeg gåsehud, og så ved jeg, at hvis jeg ikke får noget at spise rimelig hurtigt, så bliver jeg øens vildeste sortseer. Og det er altså heller ikke sjovt.

“SÅ SPIS DOG FOR HELVEDE”. Jamen jeg kan ikke forklare det bedre, end jeg har virkelig bare ikke lyst. Og med fare for at irritere nogen, så kommer der altså her en Twilight-reference mere: jeg kan godt spise jord. Men det er ikke skide appetitligt, er det vel? 

VENT jeg har rester fra igår aftes i køleskabet! Thank God, så behøver jeg ikke at spise det der halvfrosne, gamle rugbrød. Yes! 

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[Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with 11Freunde. This is my translation of Max Dinkelaker’s interview, which can be read here.]

Club player Enrico Valentini about his love for 1. FC Nürnberg

„I’ll shout some abuse right back“

Enrico Valentini joined 1. FC Nürnberg when he was only five years old. Since then he’s not just been a Club player, but a passionate Clubfan as well. Here he talks about car processions through the city, the commitment of the ultras and a bus ride for all eternity.

Enrico Valentini, you don’t just play for Nürnberg professionally, you were born in the city and have been a Clubfan since childhood. Do you listen to the fans’ songs and chants during a game? Of course, sometimes I sing along myself. When we walk out onto the pitch for example. Or when they sing „Die Legende lebt“.

Did you ever get any funny looks from opposing players for that? No, I don’t sing out loud, just to myself. Sometimes only in my head. It’s just that I do know the songs, I’ve stood there in the block myself often enough. And some songs, you’re just simply defenseless against them.

You lived so close to the stadium as a child, you should know the songs by heart. I do. On Saturdays we could follow the games merely by the noise. I just crossed the street, climbed through a hole in the fence and there I was on one of the training grounds.

The house you grew up in was also your parents’ restaurant. Did you have to help out there a lot as a child? Much less so than my older siblings, compared to them I was lazy and ducked out a lot. I was the youngest, the little prince. But the restaurant still had a big influence on my childhood. We ate at completely different times than other families, dinner was never before 9 pm. My father once told me that when I was a baby he often got me out of bed at 1 am when he returned from work. He laid me down on his chest, just to have some time with me at all.

When did your parents move from Italy to Germany? In 1980. My father started off „classically“ as a waiter in a trattoria and in 1989, when I was born, he opened his first own restaurant. These days he owns a vinotheque (?).

Was it your father, as well, that got you into football? Yes. He was and still is a fanatic Juve fan and, ever since moving here, a Clubberer as well. He introduced me to many club legends: Dieter Eckstein, Sergio Zarate, Alain Sutter, Stefan Reuter, Samy Sané. Even though some of them played before I was born, he showed me videos of them. Samy Sané for example, he was quicker than the ball. He was quicker even than his son Leroy Sané is today. Unbelievable.

Do you have an all-time-favourite Nürnberg player? Out of those I’ve watched myself in the stadium it’s Jacek Krzynowek. His left hammer was amazing. What a great guy. Also I was lucky enough as a youth player to sometimes get to train with the first team. It was the time of Hans Meyer. So there I was on the pitch next to Zvjezdan Misimovic, an awesome number 10. Because he wasn’t very fast he solved everything with his great technique. He played to his strenghts perfectly. No frills, no tricks, always straightforward.

So as a teenager did you freeze in awe of such gifted footballers like Misimovic? In the beginning yes, completely. I was a bit intimidated. Up until then I’d always mercilessly put all the professional players up on pedestals. Most of all Alessandro Del Piero. To me he seemed beyond reach. Not even human, an alien. And it was similar with the big names in Nürnberg. But then suddenly I sat next to them and I realised: They’re just normal people.

Why were you so fascinated by Del Piero? His style of play, he was unique. He entered the box from the left side and then fired the ball into the top right-hand corner. In Italy they call it „Tiro all Del Piero“. In A-Jugend [aged 19 and under] I had a phase where I scored exclusively like that. When Del Piero scored against Germany in the world cup semifinal in 2006 I was so happy for him! As if he was a family member. I’m getting goose bumps just talking about it.

You were so happy, even though he inflicted a really painful defeat upon the German team? Don’t get me wrong: I’m extremely grateful to Germany for everything I get to experience. But I feel Italian. I still have lots of family there, I try to go there at least once a year. I only started speaking German in kindergarten.

About the same time, in 1994, as a five-year-old you joined the Club and up until 2010 went through all of its youth teams. Was there one coach with a special influence on your career? Every coach was important at his time. Concerning my personality I benefitted from René Müller the most, who trained me in the amateur team. He taught me a lot especially concerning life after football.

Like what? Broadening my horizon. We talked about faith, about the importance of money, the importance of football. He helped me understand that my personal happiness doesn’t depend on my career alone. Before that, it was like this - if I played well I was happy. If I played badly I was unhappy. It wasn’t healthy.

As a youth player were you automatically a Nürnberg fan right from the beginning? Yes. I always completely identified with the club and, consequently, suffered along with the players even as a child.

When did you suffer the most? The worst was the final home game in the 1999 season. I was there as a ballboy. Frank Baumann stood there, completely free in front of Richard Golz and had the biggest chance, he just had to dip it in from two meters away. But he missed. And almost at the same time Åge Fjörtoft scored in Frankfurt - and we got relegated. I’ll never forget the reactions then. The noise in the stadium, the shock of the masses after Baumann’s miss, it’s burned into my memory. It’s lucky I was so young. You get over such things more quickly. I probably went and played football.

[Bundesliga Schlusskonferenz 1999. (A nightmare).]

Do you remember your first stadium visit? Yes. Must have been the season when we played in Regionalliga Süd, so in 1994. The team played in front of kind of a bleak backdrop. Well, it was great by Regionalliga standards, just not by Club standards. Unfortunately I don’t remember the opponent, I do remember it was a second team. So all in all rather dismal. And yet I was there all the time after that in the following years. As a ballboy, as a mascot, with my friends, with my family, in the stands. I was there for pretty much everything.

Your greatest experience as a fan? The Pokal win of course. Jan Kristiansen into the top corner from 30 meters, in extra time, an incredible evening. I was there in our pub, banging on the table from sheer joy. I went completely berserk. Afterwards my cousin and I joined the car procession, with him sounding the horn, me at the window. Then on to the Plärrer (big square in Nuremberg, editor’s note). A perfect highlight of a night.

These days, as a professional player with the know-how that comes with that, standing in the stadium you probably assess many situations very differently than us would-be-experts. Does that cause problems? Does it ever! When people around me start hurling abuse in the direction of the pitch, I shout abuse right back at them. It’s always the worst on the grandstand, because the expectations are the highest there. I’ve gotten into fights with people many times there.

For example? Once, I was playing for Aalen at the time and was on a visit to Nürnberg, Marcos Antonio made several mistakes in a game against Stuttgart and in the course of that was at fault for [FCN] conceding a goal. Except for the ultras the entire stadium was booing him. At some point it got just cruel. I got a really tight feeling in my chest. I thought about going home, it really hurt. Then I got into a fight with an elderly gentleman. I don’t remember everything that was said, apart from the last bit.

Which was? I told him he’d lost his marbles.

Does that inhibit you, as a player, knowing exactly which kinds of reactions a mistake can cause in the crowd? No, it actually rather spurs me on. Because I know how superficial these reactions can be. And I’ve long gotten past carrying my mistakes with me for weeks. It’s not like I’m killing anybody. A mistake is still just a mistake in a football match.

In 2010 you left the Club because you didn’t see any perspective for yourself in the first team. Was it liberating for you playing in Aalen for a club that you weren’t as personally connected with? On the one hand, yes. On the other hand I didn’t take long to identify with the club and the town. People like to smile down on clubs like Aalen, Sandhausen or Heidenheim. So that made it extra nice to play away and win. You always knew: after a home defeat against Aalen, the opponent’s coach would be called into question. I think during my time at Aalen alone we fired three opponents’ coaches. Just because they lost to us at home.

At Aalen you managed to establish yourself as a professional under Ralph Hasenhüttl. You went on to KSC, where in 2015 under coach Markus Kauczinski you almost made the leap into Bundesliga. In the second leg of the relegation play-off against HSV you were only a few seconds away from promotion… When Marcelo Diaz took that free-kick I was standing in the wall.

HSV had only this one last shot to escape relegation. Did you catch any of what was being said between Diaz and Rafael van der Vaart? Allegedly they discussed which of them would take the shot. Yes, they were talking and both standing close to the ball. I was completely convinced that van der Vaart would shoot. I told the other guys in the wall „100% van der Vaart, 100% van der Vaart.“ I kept repeating that. It was completely clear to me that in this moment their greatest player would take the ball. I didn’t expect Diaz at all. We had analysed their scorers before the game, in the entire season Diaz hadn’t taken a single free-kick.

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But Diaz did in that moment - and put the ball into the top corner. How did you feel in the hours after missing promotion? Immediately after the final whistle I was very emotional and cried. Then we were standing in front of the fans and they sang „Ein Kompliment“ by Sportfreunde Stiller: (singing) „Ich wollte dir - nur mal eben sagen - dass du das - Größte für mich bist!“ [„I just wanted to tell you that to me you are the greatest“ (…)] One of the nicest moments of my career. After that we finished our round and I saw my family in the stands, 20, 25 Valentinis. They were all crying. Everybody. My father, my mother, my wife, even my best friend. It felt like they were sadder than I was. Somehow that made me happy. It’s weird to explain, but experiences like that hurt less when they’re shared. Having people with you that feel you so much, that’s great consolation.

How long did you take to get over this shock? It only really hit me square in the face a few days later when I was already on holiday. I realised then what had actually happened. I was 26 years old, these two games had been my chance to play in the Bundesliga. Maybe - very probably - the only chance. And there were players like Dominic Peitz, Daniel Gordon and Dirk Orlishausen. Men over 30 for which it had definitely been the last chance. After this realisation it really, really hurt.

But then, three years later, you personally got there after all, you made it to the Bundesliga. And on top of that with your club, 1. FC Nürnberg, to which you had returned in 2017. What pictures are there in your head when you think back to last May? We beat Sandhausen and we were through. Already on the way back to Nürnberg we partied like crazy. At some point we ran out of beer, the bus had to stop so we could get some more. At the service station we met fans, so we stayed and celebrated with them for a bit. When we drove on at every bridge [across the Autobahn] there were people celebrating, and Club banners. When we finally arrived back in the city we didn’t immediately go out to the fans. We went into the changing room through the back door, the fans had no idea when we’d come back. And this knowledge, shortly we’ll run out and start [-], the anticipation, that we’d go out and they’d see us and light their bengal flares, the excitement, it was overwhelming.

There was a video going viral on the internet that showed the entire team loudly bawling a Juve song in nearly accentless Italian. You must be a good teacher! No, no, I don’t deserve any credit for that! The thing with „Storia di un grande amore“, that was the idea of our captain Hanno Behrens and Tim Leibold.

You’ll have to explain. On the second or third day of the season I was in the showers after training. Suddenly I heard the song come over the speakers in the changing room. I ran there, still naked, to see who was responsible. Hanno and Tim were waiting for me. I was all „Whut?!“ and Hanno replied „This song is wicked!“ After that the song accompanied the team through the entire season.

In which you missed only one game - but of all games, it had to be the derby against Fürth at home. Where did you watch it? I was standing in the block [Nordkurve, among the ultras]. Though I couldn’t really join in the chants, because I was too focused on the game. But it was very interesting to me, seeing just how much work the ultras invest into the atmosphere. I hadn’t really realised before, because I'd been standing too far up, but against Fürth I stood down at the bottom, close to the Vorsänger [what’s the proper term? The people with the megaphones, that lead the chants?]. I became really aware of just how exhausting it is for them. They practically work as hard as we do on the pitch. The prodding when it’s not loud enough - there are some real fights there.

Things happen fast in football. Half a year after the huge euphoria you find yourselves in last place of the Bundesliga table with Nürnberg. Is a 0-7 defeat at Dortmund especially excruciating to you, because you have so many private connections to the club? All the people in my environment, practically without exception, are either fans or at the very least big Club-sympathisers. Immediately there’s the question „What happened?!“ And I don’t have any other answer besides „Well what do you think happened? We got beaten up 0-7.“ It can be quite gruelling. On the other hand my phone explodes especially after victories. I get many more reactions then.

What gives you hope that it’s yet possible that you won’t get relegated? The team. We still have a great team spirit. And also there’s much quality in our squad. As a team we have what it takes to get through this.

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TOC, Target Vol. 35, No. 1 (2023)

2023. iii, 155 pp. Table of Contents Articles How do translators select among competing (near-)synonyms in translation? A corpus-based approach using random forest modelling Pauline de Baets and Gert de Sutter pp. 1–33 Source language difficulties in learner translation: Evidence from an error-annotated corpus Maria Kunilovskaya, Tatyana Ilyushchenya, Natalia Morgoun and Ruslan Mitkov pp. 34–62 An item-based, Rasch-calibrated approach to assessing translation quality Chao Han and Xiaoqi Sha http://dlvr.it/Spmcvt

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Herfra

3. Yndlings myreslugerfact?

Uh, der er mange, men syntes det er vigtigt at vide at den store myresluger bruger sin buskede hale som ‘dyne’ når den sover

8. Hvorfor er din historielærer så gylden?

Lad mig fortælle dig om Rasmus. Han er bare god og klog og faktisk samfundskritisk? Manden har brugt solide 15 minutter af næsten hvert modul på at snakke om at fascisme fucking sutter (og hvorfor det er en relevant snak at tage i 2019). Og så er han bare sjov og velformuleret og jeg er meget enig i næsten alt han lukker ud af sit ansigt