#i was having trouble plotting meine

[cepheusgalaxy]

Wow. Plotting with an arc system truly is something else.

[memzyyy]

hi me again the girly who is going crazy over tom like you said in the last post :)

so I was wondering

2010 tom public sex

likee in the mall restrooms or something i do not know just PUBLIC SEX.

and the female reader tries to stay quiet but fails 🫢

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. I HAD A DREAM WHERE I CHECKED MY TUMBLR AND HAD NO REQUESTS AND MY STUPID BEING BELIEVED IT😭

here’s your smut bbg💀

2010 tom k public sex fanfic (i will find who you are)

I DON’T CONDONE PUBLIC SEX AT ALL!!! it’s very disrespectful to the people what are around you (esp if your loud). it should be behind closed doors in your bedroom!!!!!! doing in public is very trampy. it’s only hot if it’s fictional so don’t do it. Thank you!

i’m skipping the fucking storyline i hate porn with plot with the entire fibre of my being.

if it’s bad i’m not taking responsibility. i’ve had a few drinks.

NSFW DOWN BELOW

“Tom—“ you try protest, but his lips lock with yours into a kiss; silencing your pleas to go home and do this! i mean, sex in a shop (mall if you must) restroom? you gotta be outta your mind!

his large hands run up your waist to your back before he unclasps your bra, it falling to the floor with a clud (did i have to drop my bra in order to know what sound it makes? absolutely😭) before he began pulling your panties to the side, too needy to take them off.

His lips against yours almost made you forget that you were in a toilet stall before a couple of men came past laughing to go to the men’s restroom before you snapped back into reality.

You place your hand upon his abdomen in a futile attempt to stop him from taking you in public; “what’s wrong Mein Häschen?” he had spoken, “shouldn’t we wait until we get home?” you had spoken to him, voice quiet making sure if anyone was in the bathroom they wouldn’t hear you.

“no one will find us, Prinzessin. I promise this will be fun! c’mon..” he spoke, neediness in his tone, his hands finding its way to your thighs rubbing it up and down before making it to your slick arousal “i’m just nervous.. i’ve never done something like this before..” you spoke with a soft voice, he never would put you in a bad situation!! he slid his cock in between your folds, teasing you.

“Tom please.” you cried with desperation, “what honey? tell me what you need.” “i need you…please.” “i’m gonna need more specifics…. don’t be shy, use your words.” you hesitated, your lip finding its way into the middle of your teeth before you spoke; “your cock, Tom… i need your cock so fuckin’ bad..”

“Braves Mädchen.” Tom whispered before he places his hands on your hips as he pushes the head of his cock inside of your pussy; “gonna make you feel reaaaal good..” he says before his cock hit right up against your sweet spot, making you moan.

“T-Tom-“ “shhhh, just enjoy it…” his dick pounding into your cunt, admiring how his dick slid so perfectly into you as you tried muffling your moans but you just couldn’t :( his cock was just bullying itself in all the right places!!!!

“f-fuck… give me more of that cock…” you moaned loudly “Atta girl.” as he pounded himself more into your sopping cunt, his balls hitting your clit so good !!!! <3

you moaned without a care in the world, anyone could hear what was happening inside of that restroom, or the restroom. (your very loud).

his thick dick fucks into into your walls, driving you to cum quickly. as you moaned about how good your upper thighs moved with the impact of his hips.

as his fingers began to play with your sensitive nub you came around his big cock, tightening deliciously around his dick which pushed him to cum too, pulling out and landing his load into your panties.

“Good Girl.”

(you got into trouble with the shop owner after)

Don’t judge my bad german😔

@1sjsoul

Mein Häschen - My Bunny

Prinzessin - Princess

Braves Mädchen - good girl

[coldbrewghoul]

From Top to Bottom - Richtofen University AU

Chapter 5: Class Insecta

This time Reader and Professor Richtofen use more than just their bodies to communicate, but they still do not realize the inescapable fate that they've set into motion.

Notes: POV swap: Reader (X) and Edward Richtofen (Primis) | both characters are switches | hurt/comfort, angst w/ a happy ending, mutual pining, smut heavy plot | This started as a one shot, but I couldn't walk away from it so it's been expanded into a full work.

TW: age gap, situationally inappropriate relationship

-X-

Your lips curled down, frowning at him as he gathered your clothes for you. “You did all of that for your pen? ” you said incredulously.

“Of course not, fräulein,” he bent in front of you and tapped your foot so you would step into your panties. “I did all that because I wanted to fuck that gorgeous body of yours. Getting mein pen back is just the ‘cherry on top’ as you Americans say, ja?”

You tried not to get distracted while he ignored his own nakedness to attend to dressing you. Quick, memorize everything you see! Every bone jut, muscle flex, freckle, scar… “But you could use your wish for anything! We said no limits! Why your pen? ”

He didn’t even fumble while snapping your stockings to your garter while he kissed a particular spot he’d seemed to find interesting on your inner left leg. “Because…” he stood to get your blouse on you, working the buttons up (to higher than you’d had it buttoned it yourself), “I want to be tortured daily with the reminder of those dangerous little teeth of yours every time I write.”

Well, yeah, okay, that was a really good answer . He finished zipping up your skirt and when you turned to go retrieve his pen, he lightly smacked your ass. “This is bullshit , Professor,” you grumbled, thrusting the pen out to him while he busied himself with his own clothes. “Why are you the only one that gets to keep souvenirs?”

He chucked, snatching the pen from your fingers before you could change your mind. “I guess it isn’t very fair… is there something of mein you desire to keep?”

You. Your heart, mind, and soul. Forever. “Duh, MY new pen!”

“Nein, I earned mein pen back fairly. Pick something else.”

“Fine…” You chewed your lip. “I… I want your tie.”

He retrieved the black tie from where it’d been discarded on the floor. “A fine choice,” he whispered, wrapping the length of cloth around your neck and tying it for you. You watched his fingers move gracefully, already missing the feel of them in your mouth. You didn’t deserve him. No one did, really. Uncertainty gnawed its way up your throat, choking you.

You didn’t meet his eyes when you asked hoarsely, “Are you going to regret this?” Regret me?

“Nein,” he responded firmly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to see the sincerity in his eyes. “Never in a million lightyears.”

“That’s a distance and a time,” you murmured.

“Und I am willing to both go the distance und spend all that time with you,” he said matter of factly.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” you mumbled morosely.

He tched. “Und I would like to stay out of trouble…” he gripped you in an embrace, resting his chin on your head, “…und avoid risking jeopardizing your education.”

You buried your face into his chest. “S’not fair…”

His laugh vibrated through his body. “Nein, it is not ‘fair.’ The predicament complicates this beautiful thing.”

“You were my top pick for PhD programs. I was going to ask you to be on my thesis board,” you whined.

“Und I would have accepted…” He sighed regretfully. “…but one step at a time. You Americans like to move so fast. You don’t even have your Masters yet.”

“I am not switching Masters programs,” you warned dangerously into his neck. “No one else covers aether research the way you do.”

“You are brilliant. I would not kick you from my class because of mein indiscretion with you. If we are ever to be discovered, you will let me take responsibility.”

“ No!” You whispered, pushing him away to glare at him. “There is no way I am ruining the career of one of the greatest scientists of this age because I couldn’t keep my hands off of him!”

Gott, she stroked his ego just a gutt as she stroked his cock! “Can we not argue about this now?” He whined, reaching back out to you. You relented, sliding into place against his body.

“You have to let me go eventually, Professor.”

He fervently wished she was wrong about that, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t often wrong. “Edward.”

“Huh.”

“We are alone. Mein name is Edward.”

-Richtofen-

He was trying to come to terms with the fact that they couldn’t stay in this classroom forever. He carefully ran his fingers through her hair, cursing that he’d lost so much control, tangling it up in his fingers. She deserved tenderness, although she clearly enjoyed roughness. He silently thanked her for letting him hold on to her as the clock ticked the minutes away, only letting go when it was getting dangerously close to the start of his next class.

“Edward.” The way she said it was like she was feeling it out with her tongue.

“Hm?” He checked and made some final adjustments to her outfit, making a futile effort to tug her skirt to an appropriate length.

“When will I get to see you again?”

“Tomorrow. Class is at nine as always, silly gosling,” he teased her, stalling for time while he thought about how to answer her real question.

She stink-eyed him and reached up to pinch his nose hard, which… ow . “That hurt,” he complained, rubbing the soreness out.

“Take me seriously, you insufferable cockroach,” she hissed, glaring.

“Oh, I will always take you seriously, on mein desk, in any of your luscious holes you ask me to take you,” he said playfully, grabbing the wrist of the hand that once again reached for his nose. Her glare softened when he pressed a kiss into her palm. He finally prepared a serious answer: “I’m not sure… We can’t keep losing control and risk getting caught in the classroom.”

“I have a dorm mate…” she murmured as she thought about it.

“My suite on campus is one of the nicer ones, but it could be dangerous sneaking you in and… and you’d have to practice being quiet. You’re quite the mewling minx,” he winked.

“You’re not exactly quiet yourself.”

He shrugged, smiling. Sure, they were trying to discuss how to get away with a career ending scandal, but he was in such a good mood . Had it just been too long since he’d enjoyed the body of another person? He dared not acknowledge why it was her specifically that made him so happy.

“I could scope out getting to your room,” she mused, biting her thumb. Her little oral fixation was so damn cute. “And on weekends or breaks there’s places off campus. Hotels, camping - do you have a car? And we could visit the rugby team’s shed at the edge of the field when they are at away games. There are foam mats in there so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”

He would let him ride her on the sharpest gravel if it meant being inside her, but that thought was overridden as he pondered exactly how she knew about such a convenient little shed to hide affairs in. He decided he didn’t want to know about the lucky boys her age that had run their grubby, inexperienced hands all over her. It really was not like him to be this jealous over his sexual partners’ previous lovers. Unless he wanted her for more than just sex, a little tiny voice whispered. “Perhaps we could meet under different circumstances? I could… bring you dinner…?”

His stomach fluttered in a way he’d never felt before as she brightened up at the thought. “I’d love that! Actually, do you have a key to the the library?”

He nodded. He didn’t, but he would get one.

“We could meet in study room 935. It’s in the back corner and I have a key. Nine-o-clock tomorrow after the library is closed?”

“Yes,” he breathed in anticipation. He reached for her face to pull her into a kiss, bending her back slightly as he leaned into her. She held onto him, pressing into him, so small and delicate and fierce. “Tomorrow night.”

They parted to finish fixing their clothes and his desk to hide their activities. When both were satisfied that they’d hidden their deeds appropriately they said their reluctant goodbyes.

“Edward, what does ‘mein lieb’ mean?” She turned back to ask him, her hand on the door.

Had he said that? “Oh, um… it means ‘ you’re mine’ .” Or something like that , he thought ruefully.

“Huh… you speak so much German when you fuck…” she mused crassly, making heat rise to his cheeks and ears.

“Wiedersehen, fräulein.”

-X-

You raced to your dorm room, throwing your bag on the bed and ripping off your shirt and bra to check the mark he left on you in a mirror. It was already a beautiful red and purple. You traced the indents of his teeth left in your skin and sighed.

“Um… (y/n)?”

Your soul bounded from your body, and you covered yourself with your hands as you turned to see Lea sitting at her desk staring at you like you’d gone crazy. Maybe you had? “Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there.”

She laughed. “Clearly. What are you doing?”

“I got a bug bite,” you lied, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over your head. “Hey, thanks for lending me your glasses.”

She took back her spare glasses, slipping them into their case. “That reminds me, do you know Roger Blackstone?”

“Nope,” you said, stripping out of your slutty outfit into something more comfortable for studying. You two had gotten used to the lack of privacy and she didn’t even question how whorish you’d been dressing lately. You loved how open-minded and non-judgemental she was. Truly the best dorm mate you could have hoped for.

“Huh… Weird. He asked me about you at rugby practice this morning. I wonder why…” She was the manager for the rugby team, which mostly meant she ran around trying to coral the rowdy boys and patiently played secretary to the incompetent Coach Dempsey.

“That is weird. What did he want to know?”

“Basic stuff: what classes you were in, if you worked on campus, how old you were. He asked if you really liked insects?”

You racked your brain and remembered the guy in the lab next to Richtofen’s classroom. Right, he’d said his name was Roger. “Hm, I don’t know what that’s about.”

“He’s just one of the rugby boys. Pretty stereotypical. You know the type. He probably has a crush.”

For someone who claimed to hate meatheads, Lea had fought to get the manager job. It had been a little after Coach Dempsey had arrived for the position, so the slot was open. She claimed it would look good on her resume for her economics degree to have management experience. You examined your friend, taking in her soft curves, delicate features, flowery pastel dress - she was the definition of cute , a contrast to your dark sensuality. “Hey Lea, why don’t you ever date?”

“Okay, we’re talking about me now, huh? Well… I guess it’s because the guys my age are kind of annoying, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I definitely know what you mean,” you agree wholeheartedly. You’d dated a few in America and tried the European guys when you travelled here for university, but they’d all been flings. You’d never gotten very attached to any of them. Not that you hadn’t gotten your fun out of some of them, but it paled in comparison to what Edward had teased out of your body and your heart. If Lea had told you before last week that a decent looking rugby boy was interested in you, you might have been curious enough to take him for a spin, see if he knew how to use any of the muscles that type of guy was usually so proud of, but now? You remembered how uncomfortable you’d felt when his hand grabbed your wrist and shuddered.

-Richtofen-

Edward slipped into Dean Maxis’ office during dinner. The older man was like a father figure to him and had entrusted him with a key so he could tend to the bug enclosures that lined the back wall of the office while the dean was off on business. They were in-progress experiments, as Maxis’ area of expertise was biology - particularly parasitic bugs and bacteria that could influence control on their hosts. Both men dabbled in multiple sciences and enjoyed long theoretical talks while sipping a good Kräuterlikör.

He felt a little guilty for breaking this wonderful man’s trust by stealing a master key from his safe. Maxis had taken him under his wing when he’d first gotten to university after finding out he was an orphan, even vouching for him to join various programs, research jobs, and eventually his professor position. Gott, if Maxis ever found out about his indiscretion… He tried to not think about how betrayed his mentor would feel, how incredibly disappointed he would look.

With a jolt of fear, he heard a noise at the door. Hastily, the key he needed was shoved into his pocket and the safe was re-locked. He grabbed the nearest measuring tool and began pretending to inspect the enclosure he could reach in time before Ludvig Maxis opened the door.

“Edward, my boy!” The man was initially startled to find someone in his office when he arrived, but quickly relaxed when he saw who it was. The fact that the Dean has such trust in him sent a spear into his gut.

“Ludvig,” Edward smiled. “I see the ants are faring well.”

“Ja, my little carpenters. They do so well. I am quite pleased with their progress,” he beamed, walking around to his desk. “Is that all you came in here for? Or perhaps you were sneaking into my office to find something in particular…”

Despite Ludvig’s jovial tone his heart sank. How the fick did the man already know what he was up to?

“Perhaps this is what you were looking for, ja?” Maxis opened a desk draw and retrieved a bottle, waggling it for Edward to see.

“You caught me,” he forced a laugh, quickly crafting his lie. “These students keep me so busy I haven’t gone to the shop in a bit.”

The older man popped the bottle open, producing two glasses to hold a hearty serving of the liquor. They clinked them together before taking a drink. “To easy students und successful experiments, mein sohn!”

Edward chuckled. “Ja, and to you,” he agreed.

“The professor's life is treating you well, ja? Students behaving?”

“Oh, you know…” he replied weakly, trying not to think about a certain misbehaving succubus.

“Und did you take my advice to check out that lovely new lady we hired onto the library staff?”

Maxis had recently taken an interest in Edward’s love life, (“You won’t stay young forever, mein junge!”) suggesting he meet with different women the older man deemed suitable. He doubted (y/n) would make the list considering her age and student status. He made a noncommittal sound.

“ Ach , we will find you a woman yet. Marrying your work will not keep your bed warm!” He thumped Edward’s back. “Finish your drink and walk back to the dinner hall with me. You’re so thin.”

But Edward knew he had already found the woman he wanted to keep his bed warm, his mind stimulated, his heart soaring…

[thefloorisbalaclava]

your love is king II [könig x f!reader]

▸pairing: könig x f!reader ▸words: 2,592 ▸warnings: domestic könig!!, könig helps you with your anxiety, he is turned on by thinking about you lying in the prone position with your sniper rifle, SMUT (unprotected p in v sex, shower sex, spooning sex, woman on top, reverse cowgirl) ▸summary: you are the most important thing in könig's life, and he has different ways of showing you that.

▸a/n: a little more plot this time? honestly i just want to think about making love to this man in all types of ways.

▸[part one] ▸[masterlist]

König could no longer keep his mind off you. Every waking moment on this earth was now spent thinking about you. Of course, he did not let this distract him from what needed to be done to his enemies, but you had become his reason to survive. He had something to fight and live for now.

“What’s on your mind, König?” you asked as he stared down into his cup of tea. “You need something stronger?”

He chuckled. “No. I’m just…thinking of you.” He finally looked at you.

“Good or bad?” You tilted your head.

“It is never bad when I think of you, liebe.” He put his hand over yours. “I hate leaving you. I hate being separated from you and not knowing if you’re okay. I want to ask if they can put us on the same operation.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you getting in trouble if someone finds out….” You gave him a nervous smile.

“If they find out, let them. The way I feel about you, and my need to protect you is much stronger than any fear I may have.” He pulled you to him.

“There’s my romantic,” you teased.

“Yes, we have established that I am a romantic,” he said, “But I see that you love to tease me.”

“Yes, my King.”

“You should not call me that,” he said in a low tone, “You know what it does to me.” He kissed you softly, and you pressed your body to his.

“Do I?”

“Unruhestifter…” he said quietly.

“I am not a troublemaker,” you giggled.

“Ah, learning more German, hm?” His fingers pressed into the small of your back.

“Yes. For you,” you told him.

“Oh,” he breathed before kissing you again. “I don’t care what anyone says, I’m taking you with me. I cannot leave you here.”

“What if I become a distraction?” you asked.

He pulled back from you with a pout, and you cupped his face. You will never forget the first time he showed you his face.

“You could never be a distraction. Never call yourself that.” He turned his head and kissed your hand.

“I just…”

“I’ll talk to the captain,” he said before you could finish.

“Are you sleeping with him?” Price asked after calling you into his office.

“Sir…I…yes…” you said without looking at him. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Does anyone know?”

“No, sir. Well, just you.” You shook your head. “It wasn’t planned.”

“I know that. Look, if I send you two out on reconnaissance, will you promise to actually get some work done?” he asked, and your face grew hot.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

He pointed at you. “No one finds out about this.”

“Sir.” You nodded.

“Fucking lovebirds,” he complained, and you laughed quietly.

“Thank you, sir.” You left his office with a smile that made your cheeks hurt.

König could not stop kissing you when he found out that Price agreed.

“I want to make love to you to celebrate,” he murmured against your lips.

“I think you’re addicted,” you teased.

“Who wouldn’t be? I am addicted to being inside you, the way you feel around me. I want to live inside you,” he admitted.

You never had someone want you so much and so badly. You also never had someone who had so much stamina.

“I love to hear you call out for me. It lets me know that you are real, I am real, and we are together.”

“Come on.” You took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. You turned the shower on and undressed. He smirked and did the same.

You stepped in first, and he followed.

“Will you moan for me, my King?”

He pressed you to the shower wall. “Yes, meine Königin.” He had taken to calling you that. “Why do you like it so much when I moan?” He slipped a hand between your legs.

“It tells me that you’re enjoying it—that I make you feel good,” you moaned.

“The way I make you feel good?” He pressed his teeth to your jaw as you threw your head back.

“Yes. God, yes,” you cried.

“I need to be inside you. Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“You tell me.”

He took his fingers from inside you and brought them to his mouth to taste. “Mmm…sie sind bereit.” He lifted one of your legs to his waist and bent his knees enough to line himself up with you, kissing you deeply as he pushed himself inside you with one hard thrust.

“Ah!” you whimpered.

“Yes, let me hear you,” he groaned. “You take me so well after all our practice,” he joked.

“I love the way you take me. Harder, please,” you whined.

“I need both legs around me.” He quickly hoisted you up, and you wrapped both legs around him. You pressed your forehead to his as he pumped in and out of you faster.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “I want you so full of me that you feel it all day.”

You looked into his eyes. “Do it, please.”

“You beg so well for me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady against his thrusts. “Don’t stop, König.”

“I wish I never had to,” he said. “Touch yourself.”

Something you had discovered about König is that he loved to watch you touch yourself. He looked down as you slid your hand between your slick bodies. You were sure to make sure your fingers brushed along his cock as he pumped in and out of you.

“So good for me,” he breathed. “Cum for me, beautiful. Look into my eyes.”

His eyes were your favorite thing about him. “So handsome,” you moaned.

“I can feel you squeezing me. Go on.” He pressed himself deep within you to feel you pulsing around him as you came undone.

You dug your fingers into the muscles of his back and cried out. Now that you had finished, you knew to hang onto him for dear life because he needed to finish, and you always told him not to be gentle.

His fingers dug into your soft thighs, and he squeezed his eyes shut. There was nothing more euphoric than watching him lose himself inside of you.

He moaned with every thrust and said your name and a litany of curses. It sounded like his version of a prayer, and you were the goddess he worshipped.

Suddenly, he shouted and pressed you against the shower wall hard. You could feel him filling you as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck. He mumbled something in German against your skin before resting his head on your shoulder.

“Are you okay, my love?” you asked him.

“I am afraid to move. My legs do not feel strong enough right now.” You could feel him smile against your skin.

“How do you think I feel?” you joked.

“I can carry you,” he offered.

“We need to bathe first,” you reminded.

“Oh, yes, that’s what showers are usually for.” He chuckled. You loved his humor.

After actually showering, König insisted on making breakfast. He loved hearing what you thought of his cooking.

“I tried something different with the pancakes this time,” he said proudly. He watched as you took the first bite. “Well?”

“Delicious,” you told him, and he smiled brightly.

“I love these moments,” he said, looking at you dreamily. “We don’t have many of them.”

“That makes them so much more special,” you told him.

“You always know what to say to make me smile.”

That’s what you try to remember the most—his smile. Out on the field, he is hidden from you, and the love between you is hidden from everyone else. The only thing shared is glances here and there and subtle brushes of arms and hands. A quick ‘beautiful shot, königin’ shouted over the sound of gunfire.

“Where did you go, my Königin?” He grasped your hand and rubbed a calloused thumb over your knuckles. It was a soothing action that had you on the verge of tears.

You shook your head. “I’m just being silly.”

“The stress is getting to you again. I can tell.”

“König—”

“Come,” he said in a way that left no room for argument. He tapped his large thigh. You moved slowly to his thigh, then buried your face in his neck, his stubble tickling your cheek.

“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked.

“If it were in my power to make each of your wishes come true, I would,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“König…” You sniffled before kissing him deeply.

König sat across from you on the helicopter, which was full of a flurry of excitement and preparation. He could see your leg bouncing, and he held a hand out, silently telling you to be calm. You breathed deeply and nodded once.

How badly you wished that he could hold your hand right now. You wanted to be beside him—breathing him in, getting doused in his scent of cedarwood and petrichor.

“Königin,” he called over the comms. “Ready?”

You nodded and forced out a curt “Yes.”

Being on the cusp of life and death almost every day was frightening. All it takes is one thing to go wrong; that could be the end.

But that wasn’t what you were afraid of. You didn’t fear the darkness or death; you feared those around you dying. No matter how many times König would tell you that he would be fine, your heart ached with the fear of losing him right before your eyes.

“We might be here for a while, Königin.” His voice crackled to life in your headset, and you sighed in relief.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. He would know something was wrong by the way you responded.

“We are alone on this channel, Königin. Talk to me.” He talked in hushed tones, dulcet and soft even in this wasteland.

“I want to be with you,” you said. It sounded like whining, and you hoped he wouldn’t think you were a brat.

“I know, liebe. Me too.” He went quiet for a moment, then, “What are you doing?” he asked, which seemed a little silly.

You chuckled. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“I know, but…describe it to me,” he said eagerly.

“Prone, elbows dug in….”

“Ah, but…”

“But not too much,” you added.

“Continue.” His breathing was slow and steady, but there was a hint of desperation in his tone.

“Breathing is slow and calm.” You demonstrated for him.

“My Königin,” he said lowly. “You must look beautiful right now.”

“König…are you…”

“No! But my mind is occupied with thoughts of you lying there…so focused…that lovely bottom of yours….”

“König!” you scolded playfully.

“When we make love again, I will take you just like that. Would you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“That is all I need to hear. I will live through this just to feel you again,” he rasped.

It fell silent between you two then.

There was a heavy but comforting weight on your back—one that kept you anchored to the bed and to the earth itself. A big hand enveloped yours, and you brought it to your lips to kiss. You could taste the salty tang of sweat from exertion and passion.

König pumped into slowly whispering things in German—some things you understood and others you didn’t. Just having his voice in your ear was enough. You two were together again, and, as he promised, he was making love to you the way he said he would.

Lying prone, there was no target for you this time. The only thing in front of you was the headboard, and one of König’s hands pressed flat against it while the other moved to hold both of your hands together by the wrists.

And instead of the dark and desolate feeling of dread, you were surrounded by warmth and the comforting scent of cedarwood, petrichor, and sex.

“Ah, Königin,” König moaned against the back of your neck. “So warm, so tight.” He pressed himself deep, and you pushed back against him.

“Harder,” you whined.

“Whatever you want,” he said before thrusting into you hard. You both cried out, and a thrust punctuated each moan.

The sound of his hips against your ass was deafening in the best way. You arched your back a little more, and he groaned at the feeling of being even deeper inside of you.

Suddenly, he rolled over with a grunt, and you gasped. You were on top now, reverse cowgirl style.

“Don’t stop now,” he said breathlessly. He grabbed your ass with two giant hands and squeezed, helping you move on him.

You held onto his thick thighs to keep yourself steady as you bounced on him. The feeling was overwhelming. You had never been this full before.

“Fuck!” he groaned before sitting up and pressing his chest to your back. “I need to be close to you.”

You continued swirling your hips on him, and he put a hand between your legs so he could touch you. He found your clit with ease. You nearly fell forward when he did, but he held you close and steady with one strong arm, refusing to let go.

All those little magazine articles and even your friends would tell you that what happened tonight wasn’t possible, but you’ve found that with König, everything was possible.

You came together in a whirlwind of pleasure, pain, lust, want, and need. Love.

He cried your name loudly, whimpering into the skin of your sweaty shoulder. You cried out to him, for him, with tears in your eyes.

His thighs trembled under you, and your body went limp. After a few moments, he laid down and took you with him—staying inside you as he turned you on your side. You wriggled a bit, and he hissed.

“Cheeky little Königin, hm?” He bit down on your shoulder gently, and you giggled.

“Cheeky?”

“The English guys say it a lot,” he told you, and you laughed even harder. “Stop moving,” he grunted, holding you tightly.

“Why?” you asked, being bratty.

“Because…I am still inside you and want to stay inside you until I am ready again.”

You turned your head so you could look at him. You met his green gaze and realized that this was the first time you had looked into his eyes since the night began.

“König,” you whispered, tucking your fingers into his hair. “Kiss me.”

He touched your lips gently before kissing you, groaning as his cock grew hard again inside you.

“Who’s cheeky now?” you teased.

“Maybe I am.” He grabbed your leg from the back of your knee and put it over his before pulling out of you, then pushing back in slowly but deeply.

“Ah, yes,” you whimpered, still sensitive.

He made love to you languidly because there was no reason to rush. You two had each other for as long as forever. There was no one to hide your love from here. There was just you and him and a love that radiated from every nerve in his body for you; you felt it in every thrust, every whisper of your name, every kiss, and nibble on your neck and ear.

“Ich habe mich in dich verliebt,” he whispered, bringing tears to your eyes.

“I have fallen in love with you too.”

[wenn-der-film-reisst]

Season 1

Episode 1 to 12 because I got bored halfway through, more parts of this will follow at some point

A comparison of english and german titles of M*A*S*H episodes (I tried my best to translate all german titles into english and occasionally added some notes)

1. The Pilot Episode

Mobiles Armee S'Chirurgie Hospital

Mobile Army Surgical Hospital translated to german, just that they had to add an S' to the german word for surgery so it makes sense

2. To market, to market

Angebot, Nachfrage und Prestige

Supply, demand and prestige

3. Requiem for a lightweight

David und Goliath in Korea

David and Goliath in Korea

Bible reference to David and Goliath, because Trapper defeats a guy who is taller than him in a boxing match

4. Chief Surgeon Who?

Das total verrückte Feldlazarett

The completely crazy field hospital

5. The Moose

Über alles geliebte Sklavin

beloved slave

I'm having trouble to find an accurate translation for this one

6. Yankee Doodle Doktor

Kennen Sie:"Chirurgen in Uniform"?

Do you know: surgeons in uniform?

I think Chirurgen in Uniform was in a line that was actually said in the ep.

7. Bananas, Crackers and Nuts

Hilfe, einen Psychiater bitte

Help, a psychiatrist please

8. Cowboy

Mein lieber, lieber John

My dear, dear John

The Cowboy thinks his wife will send him a dear John letter (Mash episode titles in german often already give the plot away).

9. Henry, please come home

Ach Henry, komm doch wieder!

It's basically the same as the english title (Oh Henry, please come back!)

10. I Hate a Mystery

Der Dieb will nur das Beste

The thief only wants the best

In this case to want only the best can mean that a person is very concerned about another person and intends to help them, but it can also mean that the person stole only the best (most valuable things) because he needed money. At least that's my take on this title.

11. Germ Warfare

Eine richtige, schöne Gelbsucht

A true, beautiful jaundice

Once again I don't know if this is translated correctly

12. Dear Dad

Lieber Papa, mir geht es gut

Dear Dad, I'm doing okay

[tellywoodtrash]

Hi TTji, here I am with more TV digest. SP: MHRW - Amma replaced by new actor with HECK LOT foundation to 'darken' her and Raghav is TPDBD. Same plot (luck again FL, ML taking badla, FL turns innocent, ML being savior) in a loop. YRKKH - Sensible for time being. Sirat's ex is in picture. Kartik & Sirat have healthy convos. Obv Rhea is dying to break the marriage and grab most wanted Munda for herself. SNS - Most sensible leads as of yet? The show still remembers she wants education??? [1/4]

Aksjdlsakjdlskajdlskajldkjslj TPDBD has truly entered myyyyy daily vocabulary as well. It’s such an amazingggggg acronymmmm. Fitteh muh on these fucking ppl who can’t just hire one actual dark skinned actress. I hate this show without even watching it because of everything it stands for. It offends me on a personal level. 🤬🤬🤬

Ofc YRKKH mein abhi bhi shaadi ka silsila jaari hi hai. Ouff, India ke wedding industry ko iss ek hi couple ne kaayam rakha hua hai. 🤑🤑🤑

SNS ke baare mein I never cared, and I never will. 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

YHC - Not Chaahat, only mystery and horror like Aahat. FL attempting to expose villains but ML blind cuz it's his true mum and step bro. Anu - Overdramatically yet sensibly depicting divorce and it's ripple effects on fam (kisses for healthy maa-beta & saas-bahu jodi). SM - Preeti is replaced by Nupur from MJHT.  KT pretends to be good friend Keertan and shitty rich dude KT to Nu-*cough* Mohi/Preeti. Idk abt the kids. Imlie - Malini reacts normally seeing Imlie wear her sindoor. Finally [2/4] 

NO CHAAHAT, ONLY AAHAT 🤣🤣🤣

Anupama, SM, aur Imlie reiterating the life lesson ki pyaari beheno, zindagi mein kuch bhi karo, parrr shaadi mat karo, saaaaalon tak siyaapa hi siyaapa hai. Just be single, have awesome friends and pets, aur mazze ke life jiyo.

SAAKK - FL thinks ML in love with ex. ML clears the air, tells *cough* yells I LOVE YOU DAMNIT *oh wait that was another show* but same and FL is like WOAH. PANDYA - No one realises the DISASTER getting FL forcibly married to her beloved's brother (who marries his own lover) cuz now she gotta live in the same house with her beloved but as his bhabhi? ANNS - The  blind ML has been the most aware ML in ITV history. Understands to-be-wife being slighted and flips shit! Next is Zee, Sony & Colors 

SAAKK ki incredibly cute FL is stuck in such a michmichi-inducing (for me) show ke mera dillllllllllllll dukhta hai. Koi isko aur GHKPM ke Sai ko bas foreign bhej do where they can do padhaai and become their best selves without being distracted by boy troubles. Sahi kehte hain desi maa-baap, padhai ke waqt ladkon ke chakkaron mein nahi padna chahiye, warna poori zindagi kharaab ho jaati hai. Abhi dekh bhi liya.

Pandya mein seeing Sonakshi from KHKT ki bitchy choti behen be one abla bechaari, and Nazar show waali achchi behen being a hellraising chantomayi is giving me whiplash. Beech mein bechaare bhaiyya-bhaabi jabaran phasein, who kinda deserve it coz honestly wtf were they thinking forcing this bloody shaadi no one wanted. 🙄🙄🙄

ANNS ka hero is wholesome bean but ouff the FL’s family (???? is it even her family? Or her sister’s sasuraal or some shit in which case, phew.) Anyway kaafi off-brand Gauri Kumari Sharma vibes mil rahe mujhe FL se toh I can’t somehow get into it yet. 😐😐😐

ZEE. Kumkum - Pragya asking fam members to help her (Abhi in jail) Rhea (the twin who hates Pragya) agrees. Kundali - Preeta has her hair perfect in jail while ML tries to fix shit. Jindri - Locking wife in room is the new way of showing love. Katti Batti - shit show from promo so no info (total biwi#1 when she should be dumping his dumb ass). Rest IDK, the plots above my head. SONY. 7 1/2 - The show has bad prod quality for some reason. Not watching. (need more space for next so see you in #5) 

Yeh poora ka poora ZEE channel hi nahi chahiye mereko. Nothing on it has appealed to me since Qubool Hai and I highly doubt anything ever will. Bleargh. 🤢🤢🤢

Yeh 7 1/2 kaunsa show hai Sony pe??????? 🤔🤔🤔

KUDCA - FL runs away from marrying Veer. He hires fake bride (turns out it is FL who was briefly reunited with her bff who is now kothewaali). COLORS. Namak - Always abusive ML (can't act) now in love with FL (can act) and his family is shitty, as usual. Pinjra - Makers pulled a Main Na Bhoolungi. SSK - archaic shit is back. Shakti - ML post plastic surgery trying to convince FL that he is ML. Fans hate new actor btw. BB - Kid topped, so going to hostel? Bawara Dil - TOXIC SHIT!!! Love, Baby J

KUDCA ka main kya hi boloon, whole thing sounds like a clusterfuck.

Namak is such a weird mindfuck of a show, beech mein kuch kaala jaadoo type bhi hain. ML nafrat se pyaar tak pohunch gaya lekin majaal ho jo uske chehre pe shikan tak aaye. Someone explain to me why that Nazar waali daayan ki character is the mom to two of the ladies (who are easily in their 30s, yet mummy looks younger......... Must be all the kaala jaadoo), but everyone calls her didi, including her daughters??? Also why do these two families live together???? Why does this show exist in general??????////

Pinjra waali shaayad na bhoolegi but I sure forgot this show exists. Thank god for my brain just filtering out the info it doesn’t want and being like sorry 404, page not found. Saves me a lot of rage.

SSK mein I just need to know what new species Simar (or choti Simar, or whoever) is gonna metamorphize  into. May I suggest a cow, since that’s the only animal that gets any respect and protection in this country these days.

The way I gaspeddddddddddddddd when I saw OG Anurag Basu backkkkkkkkkk??????// Bhai is on what virgin-blood-drinking regimen ki he still looks exact same???? Sir pls to share sekrits.

Bawara Dil - First I’m ever hearing of this show, and thus, I really dgaf.

[snowinabottlearchived]

a   day   later   (   because   yesterday   i   was   with   my   parents   and   we   did   nothing   but   eat  ,   drink   and   celebrate   )  ,   i   am   finally   putting   up   a   post   i   wanted   to   write   ever   since  .   2020   is   coming   to   an   end   and   for   the   first   time   in   weeks   i   have   the   chance   to   properly   sit   down   and   thank   everyone   who   accompanied   me   through   this   year   and   made   it   bearable  .   i   could   probably   write   an   entire   essay   about   how   grateful   i   am   for   every   single   of   my   mutuals   who   stuck   around   despite   my   activity   was   spotty  ,   who   sent   me   nice   messages   and   asks   when   times   were   tough   and   to   all   the   amazing   people   who   fought   so   hard   themselves   and   got   through  .   this   time   i   want   to   make   it   a   little   more   personal  ,   because   through   hardship   and   bad   experiences   i   learned   what   FRIENDSHIP   really   means   and   that   even   though   disappointments   happen  ,   there   will   always   be   those   worth   keeping   on   for  .   i   hope   EVERYONE   WHO   READS   THIS   knows   that   i   am   happy   to   have   you   here  ,   to   see   you   on   my   dash   and   that   this   platform   still   is   my   main   safe   space   to   be   creative   and   escape   reality   from   time   to   time  .   you   matter  .   every   single   one   of   you  .   but   now  ,   to   some   more   personal   lines  .

@rgerscap​   /   @serpernt​   /   @hunterheroes​ bea  .   you   are   and   have   been   my   best   friend   ever   since   i   can   remember   writing   over   here  .   i   do   not   even   know   how   long   we   have   been   plotting   and   talking  ,   but   from   this   point   on   i   can   not   even   imagine   a   life   without   you  .   meeting   up   in   february   was   one   of   the   best   things   that   happened   this   year  ,   because   you   are   such   a   beautiful  ,   kind   and   funny   person   inside   and   out  .   i   am   beyond   grateful   to   have   you   at   my   side  ,   to   be   able   to   reach   out   to   you   when   i   feel   alone  ,   when   i   feel   troubled  ,   but   also   when   we   are   just   two   stupid   knobheads  .   thank   you   so   much   for   everything   you   did   for   me  .   thank   you   for   existing  ,   for   being   my   friend  ,   for   being   you  .   i   love   you   so   much  . @bluemoontm​   /   @demonify​   /  @impaladrove​ i   dont   even   know   where   to   start  .   we   two   have   been   through   quite   some   stuff   this   year  ,   but   you   were   always   there  .   you   always   helped   me  ,   you   listened   and   our   constant   motivation   we   tried   to   give   each   other   was   what   brought   me   through   2020  .   no   matter   what   or   where   we   start   to   write  ,   i   enjoy   our   plots   and   endless   ideas   so   much  ,   that   i   would   not   even   be   here   anymore   if   it   wasnt   for   you  .   even   when   everything   seemed   to   fall   apart   you   remained   at   my   side  ,   encouraged   me  ,   never   doubted   me   and   for   that   i   will   be   forever   thankful  .   you   became   one   of   my   closest  ,   best   friends   which   i   can  ,   at   this   point  ,   say   without   any   doubts  .   i   mean  .   listen  .   bringing   me   to   make   two   more   blogs   ? ?   you   did   the   impossible  .   i   just   hope   covid   is   over   soon   and   we   can   do   our   coffee   shop   tour  ,   hang   out   and   have   wine   and   italian   food  .   you   mean   the   world   to   me  .   thank   you   for   everything   slate  . @adstellar​  antonia  ,   meine   liebste   popocreme  .   its   been   a   year   since   we   met   at   my   place   and   surely   three   since   we   started   talking  .   we   do   not   only   work   in   the   same   job  ,   but   also   helped   each   other   through   so   many   things   that   i   stopped   counting  .   talking   to  you   on   discord   or   the   phoney   phone  ,   writing   our   babies   on   tumblr   or   just   planning   another   holiday   together  .   you   mean   so   much   to   me    and   i   am   beyond   grateful   to   have   you   in  my   life  .   you   are   an   amazing   person  ,   so   please   never   ever   change  . @villeneuvetm​   /   @margirfolk​ scotchy   ! !   of   course   you   belong   on   this   list   of   special   people  ,   simply   because   you   are  .   i   know   that   sometimes   you   feel   left   out   or   overlooked  ,   but   you   are   a   wonderful  ,   talented   writer   and   such   a   joy   to   talk   to   ooc   as   well  .   weve   been   talking   for   quite   some   time   now   and   been   mutuals   since   forever  ,   which   i   am   very   grateful   for  .   your   constant   interest   in   amelia  ,   your   will   to   plot   with   me   and   throw   your   amazing   muses   my   way   just   makes   me   so   happy   so   please   know   that   i   will   always   and   forever   write   all   the   things   with   you  .   thank   you   for   being   my   friend   ! ! @absolveres​ cyn   my   favorite   co   pilot   and   fellow   flame   thrower   enthusiast  .   youve   been   dealing   with   my   slow   potato   ass   for   ages   now   and   i   have   no   words   to   say   how   thankful   i   am   you   did   not   just   yeeted   me   out   of   the   plane   right   into   the   next   best   river  .   you   are   such   a   generous  ,   talented   and   caring   person   that   i   will   always   and   forever   wait   for   you   and   replies   -   ic   and   ooc  .   talking   to   you   about   personal   stuff  ,   about   our   beloved   disaster   game   or   plotting   endless   things   for   our   two   lost   causes   is   everything   and   something   i   will   love   forever  .   i   hope   you   are   reading   this   despite   your   little   break  ,   because   you   are   missed   deeply  .   i   am   sending   you   all   the   love  . @lastfulcrum​ you   thought  .   i   just   went   through   my   blog   and   -   believe   it   or   not   -   our   first   threads   are   three   damn   years   old  .   lucy  ,   when   you   reached   out   a   few   days   ago  ,   i   was   so   shocked   that   i   had   no   words   to   express   how   happy   i   am   that   you   are   back   from   your   hiatus  .  i   always   loved   writing   with   you  ,   talking   ooc  ,   plotting   and   do   like   34234324   aus  ,   simply   because   you   are   such   a   good   writer   and   great   person  .   i   hope   you   are   aware   that  you   glued   yourself   to   me   and   my   blog   with   invisible   glitter   glue   and   are   trapped   forever  .   again  .   i   am   so  ,   so   glad   you   are   back  . @takemetochrch​ oh  ,   of   course   you   wont   be   left   out   here  .   i   think   i   dont   have   to   say   how   much   i   adore   you   and   jack   ? ?   i   am   so   grateful   we   started   writing   and   so   happy   to   have   you   in   my   tumblr   life  .   our   dynamics   -   no   matter   if   its   jack   and   amelia  ,   or   jack   and   castiel   -   warm   my   heart   and   lighten   up   my   dash   so   much  ,   that   i   am   excited   about   every   reply   and   every   edit   that   comes   my   way  .   thank   you   for   writing   all   of   this   with   me  ,   for   being   so   loving   and   invested  .   it   means   the   world   to   me  .   you   are   amazing   ! ! and   then   there   are   some   amazing  ,   outstanding   people   on   my   dash   i   wanted   to   mention   as   well  .   simply   because   they   have   been   good   friends  ,   mutuals  ,   inspiring   souls   i   enjoy   seeing   every   time   their   names   pop   up  .   i   love   you   all   to   bits  .   thank   you   for   following   me  ,   writing   with   me  ,   being   so   wonderful  .   i   am   sending   you   all   the   cookies  ,   snowflakes   and   positive   thoughts   for   holidays   and   the   next   year   to   come  .   please   stay   safe  . @soulstcne​  ,   @fcxedbecty​  ,  @conniidel​  ,  @itshellscrown​  ,  @myersbprd​  ,  @seidmadr​  ,  @wxrldkiller​  ,  @alongingwithin​​  ,  @outlawiism​​  ,  @venuscommissions​​  ,  @sicarea​​  ,  @batisms​​  ,  @failedhero​​  ,  @waywardfeathered​​  ,  @willchosen​​  ,  @horrorempathy​​  ,  @crimsonshe​​  ,  @atomiism​​  ,  @icameasiam​​  ,  @sunsymbols​​  ,  @experimcnts​​  ,  @optmstc​​  ,  @timidstrcngth​​  ,  @pepperpxtts​​  ,  @lunelios​​  ,  @thunderbringer​​  ,  @risaen​​  ,  @unsnare​​  ,  @viividpurity​​ and   everyone   else   who   sees   this  .   merry   christmas  ,   happy   holidays  .   thank   you   for   existing  .

[dreamcatcherfication]

And Way Down We Go

Here is another mediocre Broadway Verse fic. I’m starting to think my Broadway fics have one plot point and it’s falling from heights, but that’s not important. Anyway, @theatergirl06 requested a while ago that we have some of Kat saving one of the other queens, and I know how much she loves KatAnna, so here’s some of that. This could be read platonically or romantically, I didn’t really have one or the other in mind while writing. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, I use an app opposite of grammarly that creates mistakes instead of fixing them.

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Trigger Warnings: Heights?

When Anna invited Kat out for a rock climb, the girl thought she meant in an indoor gym where there would be a foam pit waiting beneath them in case they fell. Alas, that is not what Anna meant, and now Kat was stuck out in the middle of a canyon with Anna and the minimal amount of safety measures to help them. Already Anna had her climbing gear on, tying her rope around the stake she set at the top of the cliff. “Anna, I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Kat mumbled, peeking over the cliff. It was a long drop down, and she had never seen Anna or her rappelling skills to feel confident about the excursion. 

Watching Kat as she tied her knot, Anna furrowed her eyebrows. “Why? Kat, we’ve got plenty of safety gear, we’ll be fine.”

Still unsure, Kat stepped away from the edge of the cliff. “I don’t know. It’s really far down, and what if one of us slips?”

“I’ll tell you what,” Anna stood up, finished with her knot tying, “If you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to go down. You can stay up here and be my spotter, make sure I don’t get into any trouble, eh?”

Pursing her lips, Kat nodded. “If you promise to be safe -”

“I’m always safe mein Schatz, you don’t need to worry about me,” Anna assured her. With that, Anna put her feet on the edge of the cliff and pushed off, starting her journey down to the bottom of the ravine. Nervously watching her, Kat couldn’t help but bite her tongue in worry. Anna was skilled and could take care of herself, but there was still the nagging in the back of Kat’s mind that something could go wrong at any moment.

On the other hand, Anna wasn’t the least bit concerned. She had rappelled this cliff multiple times before and knew it practically like the back of her hand. All her gear was properly secured, so there was no way anything could put her in danger. Carefully putting her foot on a protruding rock, Anna cursed when the rock slipped away. “Shit!” she yelled as her body slid down the side of the cliff and landed on a small ledge.

“Anna!” Kat called from the top of the cliff. “Anna are you okay?”

“I’m fine Kat,” Anna responded, dusting herself off. She wasn’t much further down, but she had completely lost her rhythm. There weren’t many ledges nearby that she could hoist herself onto, so Anna’s only option was to climb back up using her rope. Testing the rope, Anna pulled down harshly to make sure it could hold her weight. She frowned when the rope felt loose as she yanked on it. Her confusion was answered when the rope came falling down from the top of the cliff, no longer attached to the stake. Anna groaned, “Kat?”

Kat was lying flat on the ground, her head over the edge so she could better see Anna. “Are you hurt Anna? Do you need me to come get you?”

“No!” Anna immediately shouted up. She knew how terrified Kat had been of rappelling in the first place, so Anna wasn’t going to make the girl come down to get her. She could figure this out on her own, Anna reasoned. “My rope came undone, but it’s not a big deal. I’m gonna climb back up, okay?”

“What?” Kat shouted incredulously. “Without your rope, Anna, you could fall and die!”

Waving off the concern, Anna looked for anything she could possibly use as a handhold. “I rarely use the rope Kat, it’ll be fine.”

“I’m coming to get you,” Kat stated forcefully from the top of the cliff. Her head disappeared as the rustling of gear came from above Anna.

“Kat, you don’t have to do that,” Anna tried to assure the girl. Grabbing onto the first handhold she found, Anna started to lift herself up the side of the cliff. “Look, I can get up there just fine. You shouldn’t come down if you don’t have experience.”

There was no response from Kat’s end, just the continued rustle of gear being moved. Shaking her head, Anna attempted to dislodge the sweat that was running down her forehead. It was a hot day already, not to mention the current exertion she was putting into her muscles in order to hold her body weight. Sure, Anna wasn’t the biggest person (the only queen shorter than her was Anne, but they didn’t talk about that), but she wasn’t used to supporting her weight without the rope taking a bit of the slack. 

Pushing away any thoughts except for absolute focus on her current predicament, Anna continued climbing. She moved slowly, slower than she had ever before, but she was prioritizing safety over speed. One foot on that ledge, a hand on that rock, reach a little higher…

Anna gasped in surprise as the ledge her hand was on crumbled beneath her grip. Her weight disbalanced, Anna’s body went tumbling backwards, slipping off the side of the cliff. Squeezing her eyes shut, Anna awaited any sort of impact of the ground against her body.

Instead, all she felt was a warm hand around her wrist. Opening her eyes and looking up, Anna smiled at her savior, Kat. As for Kat, she had a much more worried look on her face. The girl seemed absolutely baffled with how to properly rappel, but her feet were braced against the wall, one hand holding the rope taught, the other encircling Anna’s wrist. “Hello there savior,” Anna said, attempting to cover up the adrenaline that had just flooded her body. 

Barely even acknowledging the joke, Kat attempted to lift Anna but failed. Her arms were far weaker than Anna’s, seeing as she generally ended up missing workouts by getting sucked into video game competitions with Bo. “Get on my back and I can pull us up,” Kat instructed.

Raising an eyebrow, Anna complained, “You know, just because you’re taller than me does not mean that I’m going to let you give me a piggyback ride -”

“Well then you better get comfortable hanging over the side of a cliff because I can’t climb while holding you.” There was a pause where they both looked at each other before Kat added, “Or I could drop you and climb up myself.”

“Someone’s feeling cheeky today,” Anna said, but she gave in. Pulling herself up on Kat’s back, Anna had to hide her embarrassment at being carried like a little kid. She was glad they were in the middle of nowhere and no one but herself and Kat were around to witness it. 

Once Kat was sure Anna was holding on tight, she started to pull herself up the cliff. Instead of rock climbing like Anna would, Kat used the rope to pull herself up, practically walking sideways up the cliff face. Her muscles burned and ached, a clear sign of how unfit she was, but Kat ignored it, pushing herself in order to get to the top. After an agonizing climb, Kat heaved herself and Anna over the edge and collapsed onto the ground.

Getting off of Kat, Anna stumbled to the side, her sense of direction askew after holding on to the other queen while she climbed. Kat rolled over so that she was facing the sky, and then let out a loud groan of pain. “My muscles are gonna be sore for weeks,” she grumbled, moaning in frustration. “This is all your fault Anna.”

Instead, Anna was staring at Kat with a budding look of pride. “You saved me.”

“Uh, yeah, I did,” Kat shot back. “And you better repay me for it-”

“No, Kat,” Anna cut her off. “You saved me.”

Still, Kat didn’t seem to get what Anna was saying. “So?”

Moving over to Kat’s prone form, the German queen leaned over her. “You specifically told me you did not want to go down the side of the cliff. But when you thought I was in trouble -”

“You were in trouble.”

Anna grunted in embarrassment. “When I was in trouble, you didn’t hesitate to come and save me. I remember a time when you would’ve been too scared to do that. You would call Jane or Parr for help. But you didn’t even hesitate to save me.”

Realization dawned in Kat’s eyes as a smile grew on her face. “It’s not a big deal,” she mumbled, but secretly her heart filled with pride. Kat always felt like she was the weak link, the queen who couldn’t help herself, much less any of the others. Anna knew how important strength was to Kat, and both of them knew how monumental something like helping Anna was to her. “I mean, anyone would’ve had to save you with how badly you tied that knot.”

“Hey!” Anna guffawed, “I’ve tied hundreds of knots.”

“Then maybe I should come with you more often if they all come apart as quickly as that one.”

Shooting Kat a childish glare, Anna huffed. “How do I know you didn’t tamper with it just so you could save me and be a hero?”

Ignoring the question, Kat said, “You think I’m a hero? Wow, I can’t wait to tell Bo that I’m your hero -”

“That is not what I’m implying now, Katherine,” Anna made sure to cut her friend off. The two of them dissolved into laughter, the adrenaline draining from their bodies. “Well,” Anna sighed, laying down next to Kat on the ground. “That was an experience.”

Laughing, Kat shook her head as she watched the clouds float by. “We are never doing this again.”

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[kurtty-drabbles]

Justicar au

N/A: A new au for this forgotten idea. Yandy Kurt? I´ll try to make this as a mystery plot…Try is the word here, also, I know you don´t like Justicar Kurt in canon, but, here is a Completely new AU, and, while you may not like him at least I hope to clean him from the association with Lighting House Kurt.

@djinmer4 @sailorstar9 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @bamfoftheundead

In one of the most popular areas for young people, and especially hipsters, two women are enjoying a nice stroll on the area and decide to drink a hot chocolate to finishes the day.

The first is Illyana Rasputin, her blonde hair with fringe and rose checks is a give away of her presence and next to her is Kitty Pryde with her rounded face, chestnut hair and doe eyes. Two friends that are enjoying a lazy Saturday.

“So, do you really want to leave? I told you if you want to stay is fine” Yana nonchalantly replied once they get their hot choco and are on their table. And Kitty shakes her head politely.

“Thank you, but, I think I´m ready to move out on my own” Kitty explained in a kinder tone. “When I arrive at this University it was to get a better life, yet, I meet myself into trouble, I´m forever grateful you helped me” her tone is sincere as she is looking at her best friend “but, now that I have a job and I can walk on my own legs, I want to have my own space” Kitty respond and Yana nods understanding Kitty very well, the Rasputins are loaded but Yana is still forced to live near her brother since he is that kind of older brother.

“In that case, Katya, let me ask something different, are you ready to let go of your past?” Yana asked knowing that Kitty´s foster family was anything but great, true, they didn´t hit her or try to have intercourse of any type with Kitty, but still, the family take her in for the money and nothing else.

Kitty sighs softly, still remembering her old life and the best friend she left behind. Sometimes, she still caught herself thinking about him. No response was need. And Yana, bless her heart, change the subject.

“Katya maybe is the best for you to leave, my brother is going to receive one of his ’‘visitors”, if you know what I mean" Yana tried to be as soothing and kind she can, but, Kitty only raise an eyebrow at this.

“Yana, I´m not in love with your brother, I saw him with two women once, and trust me, I didn´t break down in tears, I feel nothing for him, except gratitude for letting me stay in his house” Kitty spoke sincerely. Many people wonder if she and Piotr are an item since he let her stay in his fancy house, but, fo her part all Kitty feels is gratitude and Piotr never try to cash this gratitude in any inappropriate way.

Yana sighs in relief. “Just to make sure, you know me, I don´t know much about relationships and such, but, I can say you two aren´t well matched…you can get something better”

“Ah, thank you, Yana. See? That´s why you´re deadly cute” and Yana responds by showing her tongue at Kitty.

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This society works through rules and regulations. Justicar exists to help the society to work, of course, any childish notion of making the world a Utopia is quickly shoved aside as nothing in life is black and white.

Justicar is divided into two non-officials groups, one ruled by Magneto that prefers to help the mutants more than humans, and the other is guided by Professor X who think humans deserve protection, both have noble and not so noble reasons for this division.

Betsy and Brian Braddock are the leaders of the group Professor X formulated, and, have the characteristic of being obsessed with one case in particular. The Ferro mafia is responsible for tons of crimes, one of the most famous is the death of the president of the US, meddling with Brazil´s affair and, most important, is responsible for the death of Mr and Mrs Braddock leaving Brian and Betsy being orphans.

“No one knows where they are” Brian mutters looking at the panel in front of them. Many tacks being used to illustrate the activities of the Ferro mafia. Brian only stops looking at the panel when his wife enters the room putting a hand on his shoulder and jolting him to reality.

“Brian, please, is time to go home” and Brian nods smiling at his wife. His twin sister is looking at the tracks and the files in her hands, where is Ferro?

Meanwhile, Kurt Cadbury is here. Helping with the paperwork of his last case, a man found out his wife cheat on him and murder her and hide the body, however, guilt rotten in his life and the man, in a true Edgar Allan Poe´s tale, confess the crime.

It was a case filled with regret, in the end, a letter of the wife found saying how she reget the affair and did that because she thought her husband didn´t care anymore. Kurt can´t sympathise with a murder, much less an imbecile, however, he can sympathise with the victim. She loved her stupid husband and paid the price for this.

Kurt looks at his own office for a moment, the man is a rising star in Justicar and is all thanks to his cunning and prowess in fighting, however, while his ascension is always a good thing to think about, not a day passes he does not catch thinking about his best friend. Only when she is gone is that Kurt understands why she wanted to leave so much…

You only know what you have when you lost. He thought bitterly. And now I understand what regret means.

Kurt is lost in his thoughts, not even paying attention to more speeches about the Ferro Mafia and each empty lead they get it, now, Kurt is visiting Memory Lake as he often does.

“Kurt?” Logan asked in his trademark way and is rewarded with his attention. “shift is over, do you want a beer?”

“Magical words, Logan, mein Freund, magical words”

There´s not one single day that Kurt Cadbury won´t stop thinking about his dear best friend and how he wishes to meet her again.

______________________ The mansion where Piotr lives is all thanks to his work, his neighbours think Piotr got the money thanks to his artistic work, and while his artwork is gorgeous is not this primary source of income, but, this is something not even Yana knows.

As he knows his sister and her friend are having a nice day out, Piotr feels confident in answering to his more private matters and for work, sometimes, both.

Looking at his watch for a moment, Piotr knows is time to meet with his team workers to thinking in a new tact to enter and leave the country, after all, Justicar is getting closer and closer.

The man opens the door and smiles seeing who it is. “You´re late”

________________________ After a nice day out, Kitty and Yana are back to retrieve. Kitty even shows her new apartment and is cosy enough, and the two women are more than ready to go home and relax. “So, when you will move out?” “In a few weeks, I have to assert somethings with the landlord and with you two” “Hey, do you think I could convince Piotr to have my own place?” “You´re Yana the deadly cute one” “Shut up”

And they are inside the house and the good humour dies as the house is in Hazzard situation. Yana shouts her brother´s name and nothing and Kitty can feel something is odd and awful is going on.

The mansion is empty, which, come to think of it, is an odd signal, no maids or servants are to be found and the house looks messy indicating a fight happens here.

Climbing the stairs Kitty screams as she meets Piotr on the second floor near her own room, that is guest room number 2, cover in bruises and blood, Kitty lowers herself to see if Piotr has any pulse and …nothing.

Yana heard the scream and finally meet her brother, only not in the way she was hoping for. “Piotr!?” Yana goes to his body and calls for him in Russian and Kitty calls the ambulance only then she realizes her hand is cover with his blood.

_________________

The ambulance arrives but there´s nothing they could have done. Soon, the Justicar is informed of the situation and are called to investigate. Logan and Kurt arrive in the scene and spot Yana and Kitty still with Piotr´s blood in their hands, well, he can still smell the blood, so to him, it does make pretty visible.

Kurt is taking the testimony of the medic about Piotr´s health and only he got a good picture he goes to help Logan, that once again, never wait for him, they were enjoying a beer when Betsy, of all people, called saying this is an emergency.

Kurt´s eyes focus on Yana who is crying and Kurt can feel sympathy for the young woman and would offer a tissue for her, when, someone else did that for Yana and that shock him.

Kitty Pryde is right there next to Yana Rasputin drying her tears. Kurt is looking at her for the first time since that incident, regardless of what he is feeling, Kurt needs to be professional. He offers tissue for the two women and is inwardly happy to see Kitty reconize him.

“Miss Rasputin, Miss Pryde, normally we would like to make questions about the case, I know this is a delicate situation, but, whatever information you two can share may help the case” Kurt speaks gentle and Logan, never once for kind words, only nods to reaffirms his words.

“Ok, let´s do this already,” Kitty said looking at Yana who nods.

Kurt can be professional and can think of all the outcomes this case may lead.

[brothermarc7theatre]

“Cabaret” show #804

Anytime Cabaret is on a theatre company’s season, I get chills. This piece of musical theatre is timeless and timely, comedic and dramatic, romantic and heartbreaking (synonymous?). Sierra Repertory Theatre’s production of this masterpiece, under the sturdy and talented direction of Scott Viets, is a Cabaret where you need to be patient, lean forward in your seat, and literally leave your troubles outside. The payoff to Mr. Viets’ calculated long game of plot and gut-punch payoff is so worth the pace and disconnect between musical number and book scene staging. Where in some contexts this disconnect would detract from the impact, Sierra Rep’s production makes this disconnect precisely what the concept calls for. This is a Cabaret not to be missed.

(Jerry Lee (Emcee); Photo credit: ClearyVision)

Led by the Emcee, Jerry Lee’s tongue-in-cheek, wink-to-the-audience delivery of the iconic opener “Wilkommen” doesn’t take itself too seriously while still drawing the audience in. It is in this number that the audience can take note that this musical is a true ensemble piece, where no role is more important than another; each role has its part to do and story to tell, but the message dare not be impeded by showmanship or taking the spotlight. This choice pays off in droves throughout the production. Mr. Lee though, not to be misunderstood, takes the stage as the Emcee every time he, well, takes the stage. “Two Ladies” is a frivolous romp of contradictions and promiscuity; “Money” is an excellent patter of social and political commentary, staged flawlessly by choreographer Bryan Knowlton; and Mr. Lee’s turn in “I Don’t Care Much” is a torch song  showstopper if I’ve ever seen one. 

(Center-Jackie Vanderbeck (Sally), surrounded by the Kit Kat Klub Girls; Photo credit: ClearyVision)

Jackie Vanderbeck is a Sally worth studying. Ms. Vanderbeck’s tonality, physicality, and optimism colors her Sally as, to be frank, a drug-addicted alcoholic who has undiagnosed ADHD. Ms. Vanderbeck never loses an ounce of energy of bombarded focus in the book scenes, but her Sally is most calm and focused when at the Kit Kit Klub, performing for her crowd, doing what Sally thinks she does best. “Don’t Tell Mama” and “Mein Herr” are precisely what the audience wants to see and hear, crisp vocal and sensual physicality from Sally and the dancers. But Ms. Vanderbeck starts peeling away the layers in a stirring, vulnerable “Maybe This Time.” Act Two is where Mr. Viets’ direction and Ms. Vanderbeck’s talents come together to crush hearts in the title song that. A showstopper of a song like “Cabaret” has so much expectation behind it, but here is done as raw and emotionally naked as can be, as if it’s the first time it has ever been performed. To cap it all off, the subsequent final book scene following that 11 0’ clock number is a masterclass in a two-hander final scene.

(Kyle Smith (Cliff) and Jackie Vanderbeck (Sally); Photo credit: ClearyVision)

Kyle Smith is a loveable Cliff, one you want to see succeed while genuinely interested in seeing how difficult and enticing Germany is being to him. He and Ms. Vanderbeck do a swell job in their one duet, “Perfectly Marvelous,” and develop their chemistry on a fast-paced track to heartbreak, calibrated well by Mr. Viets’ staging. Ben Stasny has a more animated turn to Ernst Ludwig which may come across as disingenuous to the character, but certainly conveys that he is, in fact, part of the beginnings of the NAZI Party. Emily Gatesman is a positively domineering Fraulein Kost, having promiscuously-driven comedic turns in each sailor scene she has. To be sure, she has given the due diligence of legit musical theatre chops in a beautifully sung “Married.” Dianne Manaster and Marc Geller are supporting standouts as the #relationshipgoals older couple, Fraulein Schneider and Herr Schultz, respectively. To be sure, this is the love story audiences must take stock in, for it’s in their commitment to each other and commitment to their individual past that colors what a true relationship requires. Ms. Manaster delivers a passionate, vivacious Fraulein, and absolutely nails the comedic contemplation in “So What?” only to tug at the heartstrings, making the audience really feel the anguish in a heartfelt, gorgeously affecting “What Would You Do?” Mr. Geller is a charming, sweet, wise gentleman whose turns in “It Couldn’t Please Me More,” “Married” and its reprise are so well-nuanced and motivated that his optimism of Germany protecting him makes the ending all the more heart wrenching to see develop. There’s true praise to be given when the audience already knows what the ending is, but the character doesn’t, and yet, we are still hoping for something different to happen. Such is the case in Ms. Manaster’s and Mr. Geller’s performance.

(Marc Geller (Herr Schultz) and Dianne Manaster (Fraulein Schneider); Photo credit: ClearyVision)

Michael Kramer’s two-level set design makes the stage look like a cinematic throne of riches, a place where the audience wants to be, and drink at, and see entertainment at. Mr. Viets and lighting designer Peter Liebold make full use of the excitement the Kit Kat Klub provides in its musical numbers while bringing in the intimate spots for the two-hander scenes. B. Benjamin Weigel’s costumes dress the cast in period, alluring costumes, giving personality to each character before a line or lyric are uttered. This Cabaret takes what Kander/Ebb/Masteroff were trying to say in the 60’s and say it just as loud in 2019. Go see this show!  

Details:

Cabaret plays through October 27th

East Sonora Theatre, Sonora CA

www.sierrarep.org

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Translation: “The Minish Cap” in German, Part 4: The Sword-Fighting Tournament Gone Wrong

Whilst we view the Sword-Fighting Tournament, a guy by the name of Vaati arrives to wreck everything. Great. Here is my translation of the German version of "The Minish Cap" to English!

My translation key: DT: „direct translation" (translated word for word) EQ: "English equivalent" (as in, as close to an English-sounding sentence as it's gonna get) DT/EQ: „"direct translation/English equivalent" (for when the DT is so similar to an EQ that it's practically English already) OE: "offical English (translation as given in the European English version of "The Minish Cap")" (NOTE:) "anything I need to point out" (exactly what it says on the tin) BG: „backwards German" for the Minish language in reverse form

My translation work under the cut.

Minister Friedrich: „Ah! Link! Du hast das Schwert mitgebracht." DT: „Ah! Link! You have the sword with-brought." EQ: "Ah! Link! You brought the sword in." OE: "Oh! Link! You brought the sword, did you?" (NOTE: Yup. Minister Potho is Minister Friedrich in the German version. Fun fact: The Japanese, Italian, and French versions all call him "Minister Tengaro". The strangest renaming of him comes from the Spanish version, where he is called "Minister Impa".)

Minister Friedrich: „Damit ist das Schwert offiziell als zurückgegeben registriert." DT: „Therewith is the sword official as returned registered." EQ: "Therewith, the sword is officially registered as returned." OE: "Then, as minister to the kingdom of Hyrule, I, Potho, accept this blade."

Minister Friedrick: „In wenigen Minuten wird die Siegerehrung beginnen." DT: „In very few minutes will the Award Ceremony begin." EQ: "In a few minutes, the Award Ceremony will begin." OE: "You came just in time. The award ceremony will begin soon."

Prinzessin Zelda: „Ich gehe auf mein Zimmer, um mich umziehen." DT: „I'm going to my room, in order myself to change." EQ: "I'm going to my room in order to change." OE: "I'm sorry, Link, but I'd better go. I have to prepare for the ceremony." (NOTE: "In order to change before going out" is another possible translation.)

Prinzessin Zelda: „Also, bis später, Link! Das Fest war toll, nicht?" DT: „So, till later, Link! The Festival was terrific, not?" EQ: "So, see you later, Link! The Festival was terrific, wasn't it?" OE: "I had a good time at the festival. Thanks for coming with me!"

Minister Friedrich: „Da du schon hier bist, Link, bleib doch zur Siegerehung!" DT: „Since you already here are, Link, stay still to the Award Ceremony!" EQ: "Since you are already here, Link, stay for the Award Ceremony!" OE: "Since you're here, Link, why don't you join us for the award ceremony?"

Minister Friedrich: „Link, kennst du die Geschichte dieses Schwertes?" DT: „Link, know you the story (of) this Sword?" EQ: "Link, do you know the story of this Sword?" OE: "Do you know about that sword, Link?"

Minister Friedrich: „Man nennt es Schwert der Minish. Es versiegelt eine Kiste angefüllt..." DT/EQ: „"One calls it (the) Sword of the Minish. It sealed a Chest full..." OE: "Is is called the Picori Blade, and it locks much evil away in that chest." (NOTE: "Sword of the Minish" is, obviously, the Picori Blade.)

Minister Friedrich: „...mit Ungeheuern. Das Schwert der Minish ist ein heiliges Schwert." DT/EQ: „"...with monsters. The Sword of the Minish is a holy Sword." OE: "The Picori Blade is sacred among the people of Hyrule."

Minister Friedrich: „Die Minish übergaben es vor langer Zeit den Menschen." DT: „The Minish bequeathed it ago long time (to) the people." EQ: "The Minish bequeathed it a long time ago to the people." OE: "The legend has it that, long ago, the Picori gave us this blade." (NOTE: „übergaben" could also mean "handed over" or "transferred (to)" or even "presented".)

Minister Friedrich: „Der Sieger des Schwertkampf-Turniers erhält die Ehre," DT/EQ: „"The victor of the Sword-Fighting Tournament receives the honour," OE: "Whoever wins the competition earns the honor..."

Minister Friedrich: „das Schwert berühren zu dürfen." DT: „the Sword touch to allow." EQ: "of being allowed to touch the Sword." OE: "...of touching the sacred blade."

Minister Friedrich: „Wir beginnen nun mit der Siegerehung!" DT/EQ: „"We begin now with the Award Ceremony!" OE: "Let the award ceremony commence!"

Minster Friedrich: „Der Sieger, Vaati, möge hervortreten!" DT/EQ: „"The victor, Vaati, may step forth!" OE: "Vaati, champion of the competition, you may approach the blade!"

Vaati: „Hehehe..." DT/EQ: „"Hehehe..." OE: "Heh heh heh..." (NOTE: The Japanese "Gufuu" is called "Vaati" in practically every other language; German and English included.)

Vaati: „Hätte nicht gedacht, dass es so gut klappt..." DT: „Had not thought, that it so well work out..." EQ: "Never thought that it would work out so well..." OE: "To think things would go this well!"

Vaati: „Das Schwert der Minish und die versiegelte Kiste..." DT/EQ: „"The Sword of the Minish and the sealed Chest..." OE: "The Picori Blade and the Bound Chest spoken of in Hylian lore..." (NOTE: The Bound Chest is just called the "Chest" in German, though they do make mention of it being "sealed"...)

Vaati: „Was ich suche, ist bestimmt in dieser Kiste verschlossen..." DT: „What I seek, is certainly in this Chest sealed..." EQ: "What I seek is certainly sealed in this Chest..." OE: "This chest must hold that which I seek!"

Vaati: „Ich werde den Inhalt der Kiste mitnehmen." DT: „I will the contents (of) the Chest with-take." EQ: "I will take the contents of the Chest." OE: "I'll relieve you of its contents now."

Vaati: „Hihihi! Keiner wird mich aufhalten..." DT: „Hihihi! Nobody will me stop..." EQ: "Hihihi! Nobody will stop me..." OE: "Mmmm ah hah hah hah! Do not interfere with me..."

Vaati: „Nur der Sieger bekommt das Schwert der Minish und..." DT/EQ: „"Only the victor gets the Sword of the Minish and..." OE: "As victor, I've earned the right to approach the Picori Blade..." (NOTE: Wait, what? OE Vaati straight-up calls it the "Picori" Blade... I wonder if they did that to hold out for the plot-twist later...)

Vaati: „...die versiegelte Kiste zu Gesicht! Auf diesen Moment habe ich gewartet!" DT: „...the sealed Chest to face! Upon this moment have I waited!" EQ: "...to face the sealed Chest! I have waited for this moment!" OE: "I've been waiting for this moment!"

Prinzessin Zelda: „Wer bist du?! Was soll das?!" DT: „Who are you?! What should that?!" EQ: "Who are you?! What was that for?!" OE: "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" (NOTE: Idiomatic again.)

Vaati: „Die Prinzessin mit der Kraft des Lichts..." DT/EQ: „"The Princess with the Force of the Light..." OE: "The princess who holds the power of light... That mysterious power is said to flow in the veins of every royal lady..."

Vaati: „Wenn ich mich nicht um sie kümmere, wird sie mir später nur im Weg sein..." DT: „If I myself not at her take care, will she for me later only in the way be..." EQ: "If I don't take care of her myself, she will only be in the way later..." OE: "...in your family ever since that day when it was gifted to your people. If I leave you now, you'll only cause me trouble later. That will never do."

Vaati: „Durch meinen Fluch, werde zu Stein!" DT: „Through my curse, become to stone!" EQ: "Through my curse, become stone!" OE: "To stone with you!"

Vaati: „Hehehe... Das passiert allen, die sich mir in den Weg stellen." DT: „Hehehe... This happens all, that themselves to me in the way put." EQ: "Hehehe... This happens to all who put themselves in my way." OE: "Heh heh heh heh... All who stand in my way shall share this fate!"

Vaati: „Dann will ich mal den Inhalt der Schatzkiste an mich nehmen..." DT: „In that case want I (softener) the contents (of) the treasure Chest at myself take..." EQ: "In that case, I want to take the contents of the treasure Chest myself..." OE: "Now, to find out what power awaits me in this chest!"

Vaati: „?!" DT/EQ: „"?!" OE: "?!?"

Vaati: „Was ist denn das?!?" DT: „What is then this?!?" EQ: "What is this, then?!?" OE: "Empty? There was nothing in there but those monsters?"

Vaati: „Da waren nur Monster in der Kiste!?!" DT/EQ: „There were only monsters in the chest!?!" OE: "What is the meaning of this?"

Vaati: „...Na, auch gut..." DT: „...Well, also good..." EQ: "...Very well then." OE: "Well, I know the force I'm after..." (NOTE: It's idiomatic.)

Vaati: „Ich weiß, dass sich das Force in dieser Welt befindet." DT: „I know, that itself the Force in this world located." EQ: "I know that the Force itself is located in this world." OE: "...is somewhere out there."

Vaati: „Ich werde in Ruhe danach suchen." DT: „I will in peace then search." EQ: "I will search in peace, then." OE: "I'm in no hurry. I can take my time searching for it."

Vaati: „Hehehehe..." DT/EQ: „"Hehehehe..." OE: "Heh heh heh...."

[cepheusgalaxy]

what is YOUR preferred method of plotting?

OH making arcs definitely. I like to just note down everything i want to happen in cronological order (by uh. just going "and this happen next and then they get captured and then they visit the aunt") and then I organize them in arcs (sometimes i move events too) and then i have a loose outline.

[kob131]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZiQAq_nf1s

“Could have expanded on the ideas surrounding the character but you just couldn’t do that, Rooster Teeth?”-

Look man, I get getting angry about a character you like being killed off-

But for fuck’s sake, keep the creators out of your bullshit.

0:24 See the thing is-

If you take a look at numerous things surrounding the show and how the show actually treats them: Expectations are almost completely out of the CRWBY’s hands.

This isn’t like what happened with The Last Jedi were the creators purposefully built up what their predecessor did only to completely dash them-We had people making theories about and treating the shattered moon as this huge plot point when no one makes any mention of it and it’s basically there to look cool. And then when the unimportant background object was given non-earth shattering reveal, people bitched at the CRWBY. So unless you can show beyond a shadow of doubt they did this with Adam (which you’ve failed to do twice before): All I’m going to do is throw you in the same bin as the Yang fans who insist that she has no flaws.

1:13 Wanna note here this spider tank is smaller and weaker looking than the Paladin from Volume 2 (the same one that Team RWBY had troubles with until Yang punched it out full force with her Semblance). Looking being the operative word because assumption is the same thing Eruption here is basing his argument on so if he tries to bring up the Paladin being outclassed later on then the Spider Tank is logically even more outclassed.

Also of note:

The Spider Tank does not have Aura.

Adam absorbs a full three second blast.

And Adam is not shown taking a hit once.

These are all important factors.

1:23 Same expectation for Yang surprisingly, to the point she was considered a Mary Sue pre Volume 2, Episode 10. There we established Yang isn’t as powerful as she seems due to her anger, recklessness and lack of finesse in her fighting style. This shows that weaknesses in these characters can be established after their establishing moments since we had never seen Yang faced with a situation like this before. Again, keep this in mind.

1:53 No actually. Two of three things you stated are not established here. Adam is not established as a leader due to this being a two man operation PRECISELY because it’s a two man operation. Because of this, Adam is not shown leading anyone and in fact is portrayed as Blake’s equal as he almost never gives her orders. Nor is he presented as caring about the WF as he never expressly shows concern or dedication to the cause. He only seems to care about blowing up a train full of humans. 

If anything, he is established a powerful combatant with a bloodlust against humans. That’s all. 

3:02 *holds up a finger*

Unreliable Narrator.

It’s a trope where the person giving the information isn’t exactly reliable and thus the information isn’t that good. Reasons can range from lies to insanity to personal bias. Personal bias, like say an abuse survivor glorifying their abuser because of mental damage. 

In order for me to take Blake’s words as you do at face value, you have to prove this is inconsistent behavior for an abuse survivor. 

Not to mention the fact that you ignore an important bit of context: Adam approved of and helped carry out a plan to destroy not just Beacon but Vale as well. Both of which contain a fair number of Fanaus. He makes no attempt to warn Fanaus ahead of time nor does he seem to care about them.

4:40 yes and I’m sure Adolf wouldn’t want to waste German soldiers on a Jewish cause.

The issue here is that you focus on the word ‘cause’ whereas the narrative could be focused on the word ‘human’. A racist psychopath wouldn’t waste time and resources helping someone who they are racist against.

4:48... And you showcase a clip where Adam clarifies ‘human’, meaning it barely has anything to do with leadership and everything to do with racism. … Why?

5:08 Once again, the same traits can apply to a racist psychopath sending people to die for his own selfish reason rather than some leader. You have not shown anything to disprove the first interpretation (which is the one you arguing against as you think his character was changed.)

5:25 Really? It didn’t become shaky when Blake contradicted the idea of Adam being someone reasonable when she expressed concern and FEAR over the fact that Yang acted slightly like Adam? It didn’t become shaky when you never proved Adam being a leader and only proved him being racist? It didn’t become shaky upon reflecting on all this as the only reason you think Adam is a leader is because of Blake, someone who has reason to be an unreliable narrator especially with her actions in Volume 3?

I think we’ve been riding on a completely different set of trails this whole time.

5:33 >Not romantic >”my mentor” >Same show with Arkos in it

Yeah, either show me proof it's platonic or this was a case of Schrodinger's Relationship where it can be both things at the same time due to a lack of information, only to be defined when given solid proof.

5:45 Once again, I refer to Adolf Hitler who acted like his actions were a revolution himself. And I don't refer to Adolf for no reason, Adam display all the classical examples of a racist sociopath like Hitler did. Hell, he was one Mein Kampf quote away from being a more blatant Nazi Expy than the Daleks.

7:05 Except that Yang’s power level was cemented before this with the destruction of the Paladin, a feat FAR greater than Adams previous feat, only to be defeated by someone who never showed that level of strength (Neo) by acting around her and taking advantage of Yang’s weaknesses. This cements a very simple idea: Power is not everything. Yang was shown to be more powerful than Neo but Neo was far more skilled and was able to work around Yang’s Semblance and anger issues. Not just that, but Adam is once again NEVER shown to take a hit from Blake OR Yang in this whole fight so his DURABILITY is undefined.

So you’re basically applying DBZ logic to something more like JoJo in nature. Not really anyone’s fault here but yours.

8:05 Except not really.

Blake said Adam was misguided. Illa acts misguided.

Blake said Adam fell off the slipperly slope. Illa acts her descent.

Blake said Adam was these things. Illa IS these things.

This like saying Raven’s character was retconned because Taiyang described her differently, never mind how Taiyang has an inherent bias for Raven/would have a reason to lie.

Illa exists because she is what you deluded Adam was. Once again, no one’s fault but your own.

8:10 And you know...Illa doesn’t contradict a single thing stated about her unlike Adam who contradicted EVERYTHING stated about him...by Blake...his abuse victim...

You uh, wanna rethink your arguments now? Cuz you’re sounding less like someone who knows what they’re talking about and more like a RWDE poster.

8:40 You know, aside from the fact that Sienna denied him what he wanted and stood in his way...like Blake...a Fanaus...and former partner/lover.

Wow those arguments just keep getting more and more flimsy. Wonder if we’ll get to the point where I can just quote the show to disprove you.

9:01 Like say, trying to kill the Runaway Blake or the Belladonnas or, I dunno, THE HUNDREDS OF FANAUS THAT LIVED IN VALE/BEACON WHO HELPED TRY TO KILL WITHOUT REMORSE?

See how each of Adam’s actions makes him look more and more self centered, almost as though he’s breaking down and losing the mask he’s portrayed himself as?

9:45 Wrong.

Here’s where we get to the fundamental misunderstanding you have about Adam.

Why does he want to hurt humans? Because they hurt him.

Why does he want to hurt Blake? Because she hurt him.

Why does Adam work for the WF? Because it benefits him.

Why does Adam believe in Fanaus Supremacy? Because it benefits him.

Adam’s character never changed. It never made this dramatic shift you keep hinting at. He was always this way. All his actions have the common thread of benefitting himself whereas the character you think he is would have some kind of self sacrifice for his people.

But that’s only half the story. I’ll get to the other half when you do.

10:17 *raises eyebrow*

… Do I even need to bring up things like the KKK and the Nazis, who were both groups of people in VASTLY greater numbers that were manipulated and used by manipulative people without any real rational reason because people are not rational? Hell, want a better example? BLM is an organization of people who do terrible things because they feel oppressed, nevermind how that doesn’t excuse their actions nor that their leaders care more about their own selfish desires than anything meaningful.

Your argument doesn’t work, history disagrees with you.

10:26 So are all known dictators and tyrants: That doesn’t mean Adam was a misguided revolutionary.

10:43 No it just didn’t exist. He was never the character you made him out to be, your disappointment is the result of nothing more than buying into an illusion. And I can’t blame anyone for that but the person who willingly did that. I don’t care how sad you are: You fail because of your own flaws.

10:56 No, nobody but Adam stans felt that way. No one said that but people who refused to accept the idea that Adam wasn’t what they thought he was. It's the same damn bullshit in regards to Raven: It’s not the writers fault you hyped yourself for something they contradicted. If you want an example of hyping up a character aspect then abandoning it: Look at how cinder was portrayed in Volume 4 and how the sympathetic angle was abandoned in Volume 5 onward. THAT is the fault of the writers. Not this.

11:31 Except-

A. Adam was never in it for anyone but himself as his previous actions with Vale/Beacon can attest.

And B. Blake directly says that the change was only temporary and we can see that such extremity only leads to creating the opposite. Adam was created as the result of Jacques’ opportunistic and psychopathic actions, making Adam opportunistic and psychopathic. And we can see this in our world: white supremacy as a whole was on it’s last legs a few years ago and it was on the verge of becoming as arachic and out dated as monarchies and slavery. But when extremists yelling about how awful white people are as a whole and being violent extremists rose up, white supremacy resurged. Why? Because those hurt by the first group became extremist themselves due to how people gravitate between extremes. And the first group only existed because of the older form of the second group being douchebags in the past. 

Adam works not as a revolutionary but as a cautionary tale of how self sustaining this cycle of hate is. Eventually, Adam would have caused Fanaus racism to spike right back up and give those racists a strawman to point to, just like what happened at our doorstep.

12:57 No, Sienna is portrayed as opportunistic and power hungry and Adam is giving a sadistic smile at the praise. There is no ambiguity here: Ghira is and was portrayed as in the right and Adam/Sienna were portrayed as and are in the wrong. You’re ignoring context. AGAIN.

13:47 Says the guy whose trying to discredit everything Adam related post Volume 2 and would have every reason to willfully misrepsent the scene to support his argument, nevermind how he hasn’t proven a damn thing.

14:29 And just because you say it doesn’t make it so, especially considering a loot of people found Adam interesting again after this short AND this finale.

15:00 No, he’s always been 100% for himself. It’s just that Blake is an easier and more recent target than humans.

15:53 And yet he overcomes her, like the Fall Of Beacon. Forgot that part eh?

16:04 Nope.

The development with Yang was never her strength but rather her tactics. Thing is, we never see Adam use tactics in a fight. We never see him think or strategize in fights. And his style reflects someone who fights with power alone. Meanwhile, Yang has developed from Volume 3 with her training because Taiyang taught her that she can’t just power through everything in sight and has to THINK her way around thing. This being demonstrated by tripping up Taiyang, prioritizing the long ranged bandits in her Volumee 5 fight, letting go of her arm in the Haven fight and here by not feeding Adam’s Semblance and instead waiting for an opening to strike him down and disarm him (you know, like Neo did in Volume 2.)

The show directly said this, you have no excuse Eruption Fang.

16:30 No you just overhyped the boss and made it look tougher than they are. you basically hyped the Minotaur from SMT4 as Matador from SMT3, despite the latter being tougher than the former.

17:01 ADAM. IS NOT. THE FANAUS.

BLAKE is the representative of the Fanaus.

Just as Jacques isn’t the representative of the humans, WEISS is.

Stop trying to make Adam look like the only Fanaus involved in the conflict.

And even THEN: Adam IS Morally grey. Just not the ‘misguided revolutionary’ you made him out to be.

Remember when I said that Adam is selfish being only half the story? Well, Adam is selfish BECAUSE of his brand. Why? Because that action symbolizes how he lost his agency and his innocence a long time ago, now seeking control over other people through either tricking people into following him or abusing them until they listen, because he lost the control he once had. Because the branding scarred him so deeply it changed him as a person. But because of his obsession with control over others, he’s stuck in a mentally immature state. He’s just a scared child trying to get back at the people who hurt him and get back SOME semblance of control that he lost, nevermind how he hurts others because a child never thinks about such things.

He isn’t a misguided revolutionary, he’s a victim of abuse and racism that defined him before he had a choice, so he now tries to rob others of choice to feel better.

It’s the same thing Nazi Germany went through in regards to WWI’s aftermath, where their economy tanked and they became hungry and cold so they sought out anything to make themselves feel better, even if the option was a manchild of a dictator.

And that’s why this is no one’s fault but your own, Collen. You were given a morally grey character as you say you were promised: You just threw a fit because it wasn’t 100% what you wanted.

18:07 And just because someone is evil doesn’t mean they cannot be pitied or understood. You are denying complex writing for your headcanon.

19:10 No you’re just salty and denying it.

19:41 and yet you ignore the bad decisions Adam makes on his path through life, deciding to be violently, giving in to his abusive urges, deciding to be selfish and deciding to hurt other people for his own benefit:  basically preaching what the show said except worse in every regard.

20:08 You say as every ‘inconsistency’ you try to list is more evident of you ignoring facts right in front of you just to make yourself feel better than an actual inconsistency. I would have given this to you except by going through all this bullshit and spewing all of this, I’ve come to learn that Adam was never inconsistent and that the only fault was not portraying Blake’s symptoms of abuse more clearly.

20:12 And this si where we’re stopping because I swear, this one line makes me wanna smack you upside the head.

Adam didn’t ‘die’ in Volume 3. Your Adam NEVER EXISTED. He was never real, he was just an illusion built on misinformation and denial of reality. And yet instead of reflecting and thinking about Adam’s actions and trying to see if there’s a connecting thread, you decide to stomp your feet, flail your arms and insult everyone else, even the creators, just because you didn’t get what you wanted.

Either accept it or let go.

[movenahas]

Raaz 2 song

#Raaz 2 song movie#

Not coincidentally, it's also during this time that she begins experiencing hallucinations and discovers that a strange young man named "Prithvi Singh" (Emraan Hashmi) has begun stalking her for reasons yet to be revealed. She reluctantly accepts and it's during this time that the two of them get back together again. It's during this time that she receives a call from her former boyfriend "Yash Dayal" (Adhyayan Suman) inviting her to an awards ceremony that is taking place for which he is being considered as a possible winner for a news segment that he filmed previously. This film begins with a fashion model by the name of "Nandita Chopra" (Kangana Ranaut) having just completed a show and subsequently being invited to a party afterward. But the songs do throw a spanner but yet there are several good scenes, but the pre-climax changes the tracks of the story with the climax being a flawed one though it's well executed Direction by Mohit Suri is good Music is superb, Maahi is the pick of the lot, Banda is superb too, while Soniye and other songs are fab Emraan Hashmi is superb in his role and conveys a lot through his expressions Kangana repeats her by famous act but does it well, even her model act came close to FASHION Adhyanan Suman however teeters between decent to below average, in the climax especially he goes completely OTT Jackie Shroff is decent in a cameo The rest are okay The basic flaw is that it remains a question why does the evil spirit trouble Kangana when the main culprit was someone else? The film does have several scary scenes, Emraan's scenes too are spooky and create a superb feeling. Raaz was a runaway hit with no big stars, 2 new faces Dino(Pyaar mein kabhi kabhi behind him) and Bipasha(Ajnabee behind her) and hit music Raaz TMC yet again follows the similar pattern of Bhatt films, the film does remind us of THE RING and many horror films. Happened to watch back-to-back with "1920" and felt the latter a few notches above.

#Raaz 2 song movie#

I never the got the logic of linking this movie to Raaz - could have been a stand-alone in its own right. So is the father-son relationship which is quite Bollywoodish. When the Raaz unfurls, you feel a bit letdown. Jackie Shroff:: Was good for his part however better writing was warranted to make his track integrate seamlessly with the plot. Adhyayan Suman:: Confident for a new-comer and perhaps can polish his skills as he goes along. And yes, her choice of costumes is indeed commendable. One gets to feel, she has yet again done a bit of Fashion in here too. Kangana:: This lass is getting better as each movie passes by. Emraan Hashmi:: Reprises his "Awaarapan" role. While the former was a rip-off of an Hollywood movie, the writing/ story in the sequel seems to be an original piece of work - barring the few scenes which are heavily borrowed from famous horror movies. Well, you are bound to raise the expectations bar high if you tag it as a sequel to one of the highest grosser of 2002.

[allthemarvelousrage]

OW MonsterWatchAU - Here Be Monsters (WIP)

It was supposed to be a goddamn oneshot. It was supposed to be a crackfic. And here I am, developing plot and mapping character arcs. And plotting angst. FML.

@solivar is to blame for this.

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Jesse woke up with all manner of holy hell pounding an enthusiastic march tempo behind his eyeballs and immediately thought, Fuck me, I’m still alive.

It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself in the situation of regaining consciousness in some dank and smelly monster lair. It wasn’t the first time he’d done so with the kind of head injury that made him worry about skull fractures and internal haemorrhaging. It wasn’t even the first time he was missing his weapons.

It might have been, however, the first time the monster lair was well-lit and floral-scented, there were bandages expertly wrapped around his head, and his weapons were laid out neatly on a table beside his bed. It was definitely the first time he’d woken up in a monster lair where the monster had thoughtfully set out a tray of fruit and a pair of pain-relieving tablets in a shot glass beside a tall pitcher of water.

Normally, he’d eschew anything edible or consumable the monsters left in his reach, suspecting poison or cursed objects or the like. But he reached with practically superhuman speed for the pain relievers and water for two reasons: one, his headache had reached truly epic levels of skullfucking agony and he was afraid his head might explode; and two, he was somewhat less concerned with his survival on this job than ever before.

It might have been a pair of contradictory impulses, but Jesse was well-used to things not making sense, and didn’t pay it much attention as he guzzled water like a dying man (which, he supposed, he was), slaking a thirst he didn’t know he had until the first drop touched his tongue.

With unbearable thirst sated, hunger woke up and came roaring in on its heels. He eyed the fruit tray with only the slightest of trepidation – reminding himself that he didn’t care about survival several times in the process – before falling on the apples and pears like a starving wolf.

To his disappointment, the fruit was perfectly safe and even delightful to consume. Disconsolate, he bit into his second pear and resigned himself to the fact that he just had the kind of luck that meant a monster getting the better of him would be a monster with some sense of civility still in its blackened and hellish heart. What kind of monster kept fresh pears and pain relieving tablets on hand, anyway?

As if summoned by the simple thought of it, the monster appeared. It was a blonde woman, clearly dead for some time, judging by the greenish, slightly waxy cast of her skin, but not decomposing at all, so zombie was out. A revenant, maybe? Ghoul? Oh hell, she was gonna eat his brains if she was a ghoul. He might not care how long he survived on this job, but he definitely cared a great deal about how he’d shuffle off the mortal coil, and having his skull opened up wasn’t on the list.

“Ah, sehr gut. You’re awake.” The ghoul – if that’s indeed what she was – paid no attention to his nervous skittering to keep the bed he’d woken up on between him and her and set down the covered tray she was carrying. “I’ve brought you some lunch. A little high on the protein, but you strike me as a man who likes a well-cut steak.”

Jesse was ashamed to say his mouth watered and his stomach growled, both audibly so, as she pulled the polished dome from the tray and the scent of meat, lightly seared and mostly bloody, wafted out and hit his nose. He did his damnedest not to lurch towards the plate like a starving zombie himself, and it was a nearer thing than he wanted to admit. “No, thank you,” he said politely, eyed his guns and judged distances and time. “I’m not exactly in the habit of dinin’ with monsters.”

The ghoul turned the world’s most unimpressed and scathing scowl on him. “Then you are a larger fool than I suspected, jaegerkind. You are hungry. Here is food. Rudeness aside, it is the height of stupidity to refuse a chance to replenish the resources you lost getting injured. But—” Her lips thinned, hands went up in a clear dismissal of the whole affair. “I cannot make you. Do what you will. My conscience will be clear.”

This must be what the onset of insanity felt like. He was being lectured by a monster about his rudeness. Where the hell was he again and exactly how hard had his head been hit?

“Monsters ain’t the usual sorts to hold onto any kind of conscience in my experience,” he said, a touch wry.

Strangely, she smiled at that, and the expression lit up her face to the extent he almost forgot she was undead. “Nor mine,” she admitted. “Unfortunately, retention of one’s morals and mental faculties often do not accompany one to the other side of the grave.”

Despite all his instincts, he was starting to like her. Deciding she wasn’t gonna attack him any time soon, he straightened from the defensive crouch a man his size had no right attempting and stretched his back to rid himself of the knot that had formed in it. “Truer words.”

“Please eat,” the ghoul said, with an elegant gesture at the tray. “I so hate to see food go to waste.”

He dithered another moment, then gave himself a mental shrug and rounded the bed to get at the plate of meat. The surprises didn’t stop coming, either; she had been thoughtful enough to provide utensils and a clean linen napkin tucked under them. “Lady,” he said with feeling, picking up the fork and knife and carving off a generous bite, “you are the most considerate ghoul I’ve ever met.”

Something that might be her version of a pleased blush stained her cheeks greenish. “One tries their best,” she murmured. “If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been a lycanthrope?”

He choked on his steak and spent the next few seconds coughing enthusiastically to dislodge it from his throat. “Notta lycanthrope,” he croaked, peering at her through watery eyes.

The ghoul’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked taken aback, lost for words as he drained a glass of water to clear his throat and wiped his eyes. “I see,” she said thoughtfully, though he didn’t see how she could see anything about it at all. “Is that why you insist on overloading your body with alcohol and cigar toxins, in the hopes it will kill you before you change?”

He opened his mouth, probably to blurt some inane question like how she could tell those things, but shut it again before he could. No doubt she could smell it on him, sense even the tiniest illness in his bloodstream. Ghouls were creepy like that. He pushed the plate away, slightly startled to discover he’d completely devoured the meat and left the denuded bone with tooth marks when he hadn’t been paying attention. “If you don’t mind,” he said, plaintive. “Can we just get on with the program an’ have you scoop my brains out now? I’d much rather you do that than talk about my vices, ma’am.”

“Human brains? Mein Gott, nein.” She looked thoroughly disgusted, even revolted. “I do not eat human brains, jaegerkind. The local slaughterhouse kindly provides me all the sustenance I require to survive.”

He blinked blankly at her, brain working to process that nonsensical statement. “You don’t eat human brains,” he said flatly. “But you’re a ghoul.”

“That may be true, but I have standards,” she said primly, and rose from her seat to gather his used dishes. “Had I a death wish, I would certainly indulge myself, but I prefer to retain my mind and sense of self. Hast ein Wahn oder was? Have you never heard of prion disease?” She shuddered delicately, an all-over shiver. “No, thank you.”

He sat back in his chair and scrubbed a hand over his face. This was getting to be too weird, even by his broad and vaguely-defined standards. He had to get out of here before he got any more caught up in the surreality than he already was.

“Suppose I’ll be moseying,” he said, wariness returning as he stood and inched towards his weapons. If she was planning on attacking him, now would be the time she’d do it.

“I advise you to wait,” she said mildly, and he tensed for the expected attack, but she continued to sit. “You only just got here, after all. There’s still work to do.”

“Work?” He rearmed himself, keeping one eye on her and one eye on the door, which was deceptively free and clear. “The hell are you talking about?” An uneasy feeling prickled along the back of his neck, something vague and foreboding poked him from the depths of hazy memory. “Where the hell am I anyway?”

“Hanamura Village,” said a voice from behind him, smug and gleeful, and Jesse jumped a mile out of his skin. Thankfully, his reaction time and muscle memory wasn’t as fuzzy as his mental memory, and he had his gun in hand and primed to fire as he turned to face the new threat.

“Oh hell,” he said, softly and with feeling, once he had processed the green hair and the pale skin and the aggravatingly familiar smirk plastered all over the face of the vampire before him. “I actually died and this is my punishment for a life of sin an’ debauchery, isn’t it?”

“Good seeing you again too, Jesse,” Genji Shimada said with a lopsided grin that displayed his fangs to their pointiest best, looking absolutely the same as he had more than fifteen years ago when they’d first met. “I hope you didn’t have trouble finding the place.”

[shankarjaikishanfansassnintl]

Three Cheers for the Timeless Thrill of ‘Teesri Manzil’!  Remembering RDB

by

Subramanium Viswanathan

Remembering RDB on his birthday ... and reposting my ‘matinee experience’, which made me sit up, and take notice of him!

Three Cheers for the Timeless Thrill of ‘Teesri Manzil’!

1971. SIES College of Arts & Science, Sion, Mumbai.

I had just stepped out of S.I.E.S High School and entered the S.I.E.S College as a First Year Science student. I was pleasantly surprised at the new-found privileges of being a college student, which included the freedom of ‘cutting classes’ (something unthinkable at school), whenever one just was not in a mood to attend the lectures, or whenever there was some ‘unavoidable circumstance’, such as having to attend the matinee show at the near-by theatre.

Rupam at Sion Circle (now PVR Multiplex or something) was strategically located near the college. The theatre was just a stone’s throw away from the college, but the students preferred to throw themselves at the spot, more often than into class-rooms.

Now before you all get my credentials wrong, let me declare that I was not the irresponsible undisciplined ‘tapori’ type of teen-ager that you would imagine. I was a shy, sincere, serious, studious and spectacled student that time. Bunking classes for a matinee show was not in my nature at all. But there are moments in a teenager’s life, when one succumbs to peer pressure. I had a few close friends who apparently had seen ‘Teesri Manzil’ before, and they all strongly felt that ‘TM’ was a better way of spending the afternoon, than attending the Physics and Zoology lectures. After all, Newton’s Laws are not going anywhere, they will remain to trouble you throughout the year till the exams. But ‘Teesri Manzil’ may disappear from Rupam by next week. Also the Zoology lecture was all about the slimy Amoeba, which luckily one can draw in any shape and get away with passing marks. So my friends rationalize with me. Also, since I had not seen the film before, they take upon themselves the responsibility of dragging me along. I start to roll my tongue to say, ‘No, but …’, but it’s too late.

So at 11.15 am we are already inside the AC comfort of Rupam, after a great deal of pushing and pulling at the ticket counter. There is chaos all around. It appears as if the entire college is inside the auditorium. Noisy banter, loud laughter, whistling etc. The commercials are on. Nobody is paying a damn heed to the ads. I think, why can’t these guys maintain some discipline and sit down quietly. Soon a documentary of Film Divisions on Rural Development starts. One student gets impatient and shouts towards the man at the projector, ‘Arre! Main Picture chalu karo re!’. Another gentleman from the matured uncles’ minority in the audience sounds an admonishing ‘Shhh!’ to the errant student, but poor uncle is instantly greeted back with hoots and ridicule. As Rural Development makes its painful way towards the conclusion, the catcalls grow louder. At last Film Divisions prove their point that Sanitation and Sewage System have indeed improved in some remote village of U.P.

Suddenly there is a hush as the Censors’ certificate of the main film is displayed. Somebody reads aloud the number of reels for the benefit of the short-sighted among us. Then the real show starts with a bang, a big banner of NH (Nasir Hussain) films and a thundering Urdu couplet. The audience screams for no apparent reason. I wonder, what is there to scream about an Urdu couplet that they don’t understand.

As the banner fades out, ‘Teesri Manzil’ explodes right on the face! Right from the first frame, this guy called Rahul Dev Burman who seemed to be hiding behind the screen for the attack, suddenly unleashes his deadly instruments on you! On the screen, a car is chasing another along the hill-ways on a rainy night. Two short violin pieces play continuously in quick succession exactly simulating the pace and tension of the situation. The credits roll on. The lady driving the first car gets down and runs towards a building. You can see from the glass pane outside, her silhouette rushing up the stairs followed by another shadow of a man close on heels. 1st floor, 2nd floor and further up—and then she desperately knocks at a door, ‘Rocky, Darwaza kholo!, Rocky, Darwaza kholo!’, as the shadow of the man is fast closing in on her. The back-ground music turns ominous and suddenly stops for a second, as the shrieking woman is bodily lifted and thrown by her predator from the ‘Teesri Manzil’!

RDB announces the bloody event with a loud trumpet, pauses a bit, then crashes his cymbals and goes at his drums with a beat that is sort of a cross between ‘Pink Panther’ theme and the 007 title track, but with lots of more punch. The camera swirls around the shocked faces including Shammi Kapoor’s, collected around the gravitated lady’s corpse. RDB’s beats raise the tempo culminating with the last credit-slide –‘Directed by Vijay Anand’. By now the audience is univocally vociferous giving out, not those hoots reserved for ‘Films Division’, but shrill shrieks of excitement and anticipation of more thrills!

‘Teesri Manzil’ was all thrills, not just because it was a murder mystery, but also because it was a musical wonder. Apparently unlike me, most of the audience were seeing the film for umpteenth time, as they knew exactly when to scream at RDB’s notes! I think, RDB would have jumped like a hungry tiger at the offer made by Nasir Hussain, who also knew his music fundas well, right from the time of ‘Tumsa nahin dekha’(OPN) and ‘Jab pyar kisise hota hai’(S-J) days! So for the cynics like me who had always wanted Shankar-Jaikishen for a Shammi Kappor movie (that included Shammi Kapoor himself), RDB silenced everybody’s ‘bolti’ with the opening orchestral blast!

It was not that ‘TM’ was an out-and-out RDB show. Apart from music, it had great style! Vijay Anand’s narration of a crime caper was slick and imaginative with loads of thrills and fun too! After the credits, you find Shammi Kapoor on the top berth of a compartment with Asha Parekh sitting below and one pot-bellied man (Ram Avtar?) sitting opposite to her. Shammi makes monkey-faces at the fatso and forces him to break into uncontrollable peals of laughter which invites Asha Parkh’s wrath and she starts bashing the poor ‘mota’!

Asha is on the track of one ‘Rocky’, a band-player to avenge the death of her sister. She traces him to the hotel where Rocky plays his band daily. Shammi Kapoor (Rocky) who is also trying to get to the bottom of ‘Third Floor Throw-out’ puzzle hood-winks Asha about his real identity. He says he is substituting on the drums for ‘Rocky’ who is on leave. Asha pouts contemptuously that she had come to hear Rocky’s drums and she had to listen to this non-entity. Shammi takes on the challenge. So does RDB, and throws at you ‘O haseena zulfonwali …’.

Now the shrieking session has revived! Shammi thrashes the drums, Helen swoops down a curved ramp and the collegians cry hoarse almost deafening the voices of Rafi and Asha Bhosle! Then Shammi and Helen sizzle on the floor to Majrooh Sultanpuri’s rapid repartee:

‘Garm hai, tez hai, yeh nigaahen meri

Kaam aa jaayengi sard aahen meri

Hey, Tum kisi raah-mein phir miloge kahin,

Arre, Ishq hoon, Main kahin teherta hi nahin!

Main bhi hoon galiyon-ki parchhai, Kabhi yahan Kabhi wahaan …’

Then RDB’s violins take you to high pitch and tug at you three times before dropping!

The steps and movements are wild, yet so gracefully executed, a far cry from some of today’s crude ‘item numbers’! Shammi tinkers with a glass and then blows a saxophone. Guitars and violins pump adrenalin into the auditorium. Now I am beginning to enjoy all this ‘shor’ around me! I don’t know what one calls it –Rock, Pop or Jazz, but ‘Jo bhi hai, khuda-ki kasam lajawaab hai’! I find myself rocking involuntarily on my seat to the RDB beats. Then I tell myself ‘Sit straight properly, like you were told at school’.

As the song ends, I compose myself and sit straight. But there is no respite. The second song starts soon. For prelude, RDB plays a crazy guitar piece that does somersaults repeatedly three or four times and hands over the mike to Rafi and Asha Bhosle. This time it is Shammi wooing Asha Parekh with ‘Aa jaa aa jaa, main hoon pyar tera …’, feverishly shaking his head and repeating ‘Ah-ha aa jaa’ eight times for emphasis. Parekh in pink swirls around Shammi giving him the slip and ‘pehnao’-ing him the ‘topi’. Shammi dances with ruffled hair and goes berserk gesticulating in eight different ways for each ‘aa jaa’ while Asha swings fluttering her eyelashes. All that frenetic head-shaking and hip-swinging on screen with trumpets blowing and drums beating, drive the public to delirious frenzy. I suppress my own urge to scream. Aakhir, discipline bhi koi cheez hai!

Agatha Christie’s whodunits could grip you, but you don’t read the same novel repeatedly. Alfred Hitchcock was a master of suspense who packed in some of the most bizarre situations in his script, some of them exciting and funny at the same time (Remember ‘North by North-West’ in which Cary Grant is left alone to drive on a treacherous hilly road after being forced to gulp a full bottle of Bourbon by a bunch of goons!). Nobody can beat Hitchcock when it comes to an intriguing plot, but Hitchcock Saab-ke filmon-mein aisa music kahan hota hai (if you don’t count ‘Que Sera Sera’ in ‘The Man Who Knew Too Much’)? Here our own Vijay Anand mixes all the ingredients like suspense, music, romance and comedy in the right proportions like an expert ‘bhel-puri-wala’ from Juhu and gives on the platter ekdum ‘paisa-wasool’ entertainment, worth every penny of your hard-extracted pocket-money from Daddy’s hard-earned money.

The first-half is great fun and romance giving RDB the avenue to come up with another two very pleasant numbers, ‘Diwana mujhsa nahin‘, a Rafi solo and ‘O mere sona-re sona-re’, a Rafi-Asha duet in which Asha Parekh concedes to Shammi Kapoor’s ‘patao-ing’. Before you know, it is already ‘Interval’. Now there is commotion at the Samosa stall outside! No Sir, I don’t join the mad scramble for a few samosas! I told you already that I was not the irresponsible undisciplined ‘tapori’ type of teen-ager that you would imagine! I was still a shy, sincere, spectacled student.

I try to take my mind off from the missed Samosas and focus on the second half. The plot thickens now … quite like the thick Tomato Ketchup that goes so well with Samosas! Now a whole lot of suspicious characters are hovering around the screen like Prem Chopra who points a rifle to shoot a distant bird, Iftekhar who leaves a misty cigarette smoke from wherever he spies on other suspects, Premnath (who generally opens his dialogue in most of his films with ‘Bloody Bushhtaard’) urf Rai Bahadur Singh who lives lavishly alone in a Dak Banglow, and K.N.Singh , Rai Saab’s drunken house-keeper. The needle of suspicion keeps swinging.

Who killed the lady? Well, that can wait. Meanwhile let’s have more of RDB. So we have a delightfully crazy ‘Dekhiye Sahibon’ in which Asha lets loose the ‘public’ on Shammi who clings to a ‘Merry-go- Round’ to avoid getting bashed up by a group of Sardars. The song is good fun with great camerawork matching the mood of the music.

It is time to get a bit serious. Helen has a ‘Raaz’ tucked up in her sleeveless. So she gets shot the same way as the ‘broads get the bullets’ in James Hadley Chase novels, before she could divulge the ‘secret’ to Shammi Kapoor. Shammi himself gets exposed as the real ‘Rocky’ making him eligible for titles like’Jhoothe’,’Makhhar’,‘Dhokebaaz’ etc. from Asha Parekh, but not before delivering a superb last song, a solo by Rafi, my most favourite in the film - ‘Tumne mujhe dekha hokar mehrban---Rukh gayi yeh zameen, tham gayaa aasmaan, Jaane man, Jaan-e-Jaan …’. What a song!

'Lekar yeh haseen jalwe, Tum bhi na kahan pahunche

Aakhir to mere dil tak kadmon-ke nishaan pahunche …’

One can as well sing these lines to that fantastic trio of Majrooh-RDB-Rafi for such an exquisite composition!

The stock of songs is sadly over, but RDB still has a fantastic piece in store, when Shammi discovers the identity of the murderer by his host’s coat in which one diamond stud is conspicuously missing. The missing button had been tightly clutched in the fist of the dead woman. Terrific close-ups of a sweaty shocked Shammi’s face when he realizes the truth, are accentuated with a more terrific back-ground score by RDB! Finally after a scuffle, the killer himself drops himself to death from an altitude equivalent to that from which he had thrown the lady in the title-scene. The police arrive dutifully after all action is over. The film ends with a funny note with Shammi and Asha again in a train compartment, this time on honey-moon, encountering the same pot-bellied man who tries to escape from them to avoid trouble!

Vijay Anand’s crisp and creative direction makes the film a gripping entertainer and places it a cut above the rest of typical crime thrillers. But ‘Teesri Manzil’ is more remembered as a musical classic that changed the trend of Hindi film music irreversibly! The film was released way back in 1966. But Rahul Dev Burman was a maverick clearly much ahead of his time. He broke all the rules and raised the tempo of Hindi film music to a feverish pitch several ‘manzil’s higher! Western music never sounded more jazzy and classy in any other Indian film, before or after ‘TM’. So it is no wonder that after five decades, the film and its music still rocks in memories, if not in matinees.

Well, to cut the long story short, we were back in college corridor next day and discussing the ‘TM’ experience. One of them starts, ‘Listen.Today is Thursday’. ‘So?’. ‘So, Today is the last day matinee show of ‘Teesri Manzil’ at Rupam. So why not we …’. I nod my head vehemently, ‘No, No … that’s too much… well … OK, Why not? OK, Sure’. The would-be IIM aspirant amongst us steps forward to manage the immediate crisis, ‘Let’s see what have we today? Oh! Physics Lab? The same silly experiment of moving the convex lens to and fro till you remove parallax. We can skip it. Journal? Not to worry, we can copy from that front-benchwala Bakul Mehta’.

So we are back again at Rupam, throwing all shame to the rains outside! There is chaos all around inside. The same FD documentary is on. One voice shouts ‘Arre! Main Picture chalu karo re!’. I turn towards the voice and am shocked to find that the shouter is none other than Bakul Mehta, the front-benchwala of college! I start fretting and mutter to my friend ‘Just look at that Bakul! What’s he doing here? How irresponsible! He is supposed to be at the Lab this time! Now how the hell are we going to finish our journals?’. My cool friend admonishes me, ‘Let’s worry about all that after the film. Relax. Try to concentrate on the movie. Don’t disturb, Pay attention … This is not Calculus class’.

So I pay attention all over again. The show starts with a bang … the big banner of NH (Nasir Hussain) films and the thundering Urdu couplet. People shriek cheeringly. And to my horror, I find myself whistling and screaming hoarse along with them for no apparent reason!

Now please don’t get my credentials wrong. I was not the irresponsible undisciplined student …. well, may be till I was coerced to see 'Teesri Manzil’ twice in quick succession, during peak college hours!

https://youtu.be/dDtKEtDA8sM