#naturlich

[djaneschphoto]

johanna 2023 oberschütt

anfang september '23 war ich wieder mal mit johanna unterwegs, diesmal in oberschütt.

inframe: johanna conrad position: oberschütt foto: daniel janesch photography

[knightlyss]

"yes laughter, the coward's response to oblivion"

dfklskdj tal what

[kawaiidetectivesweets]

[tincansamurai]

was it a little depressing to look at the absolute nothing i made from like august 22 to may 23? yeah lol. but it's ok i picked it back up. sorry, avrist's ass was all i drew in may. at least my motivations are consistent

[the-ghoul-remains]

@naturlich-geborener-morder​

“Be careful assuming yourself the devil, human. There’s always a bigger fish. ~” Kaneki sneers. “Besides, I bet you tell this to every girl you meet.”

[tyrantmade]

Reply Continued from this | @naturlich-geborener-morder

SHIT FACED DRUNK, something he hadn't ever expected to see Redfield. He had always been the strong, heroic, thorn in His side. Something very unlike the male, and yet Wesker could say that this wasn't unheard of. There was something inside the German, something that he had worked very meticulously at. Building up this façade, and a false identity to throw everyone off his tracks. Albert had seen it, the action had taken the blonde back a little. Features tightened, as that Cheshire Cat like grin spread across his lips. Ah, the very male he had so long hated, had a impending darkness inside him. He wasn't this clean, goodie two shoes he had been mistakenly believed him to be.

A killer lived inside Christopher, one that wanted out. Those eyes flickered crimson, as he remembered seeing his old nemesis commit a act of absolute evil. Should he have been so blind to this, for so long. But it was of course a ' Dr Jekyll & Mr. Hyde ' type of a deal. There was some good, very little, but it was there. And it held on to control , fighting the ever present evil that churned deep within him. If Albert had known this from his S.T.A.R.S. days, he would have pushed until the male broke. And then persuaded the male to join him. Right now, this drunken stupor Christopher was in , was a act of denial. It was that good percentage trying to numb the anger, and emotions away.

The realization that He, Albert Wesker and Chris Redfield were just alike. Didn't sit well with the blonde, but he loved the idea of it. Eyes settled onto the crumpled form of the brunette, as words spewed past his lips. Defiance, and defeat mixed into a blurred line. He didn't know what he wanted. But one thing was for sure, he was vulnerable, and Wesker could take advantage of that. To be able to free the Monster within, and let everyone see him for what and who he really was. Shifting his footing, he walked closer to male, laying a hand on top of Chris's shoulder.

He didn't know how he would start, but getting the male a little sobered up. Just enough to get him coherent and lively was the first step. Leathered hands moved over black clad pants, fingers grabbing material as he raised a bit of it up, so he could lower down before the male on his haunches. He managed to move forward just enough , so lips hovered near the others earlobe. Mouth still held that dark grin, as he whispered against Redfield's ear.

" Ja, you're not Gammel venn. But don't worry about what want. Let us go, I think you need to get some Mat inn i deg, ja? "

[letmesleeponyourtummyordie]

Bestie, 80% machen ALLES öfter als Sex

Man muss der Tumblr Werbung ja schon lassen dass sie ihre Zielgruppe kennt

[kringelorde]

gas mileage be damned, a 4speed bringing her down from 80 to a gentle 50 quickly but smoothly (within one exit ramp they're quite long on most outer city highways) without touching the brakes is so satisfying

[what-even-is-thiss]

Some free or inexpensive comprehensible input, audio and video lessons, and listening practice stuff for popular languages because idk I felt like googling some stuff today

Arabic: Yale k-16 interactive reading, Arabic Comprehensible, Egyptic

Bengali: Bangla Shekho, Bengali Fairy Tales

Chinese (Mandarin): Comprehensible Chinese, hackingchinese.com, Acquire Mandarin, Comprehensible Mandarin, Blabla Chinese, Easy Mandarin, Mandarin Click

English: English Comprehensible input for ESL beginners, Dreaming English, EnglishClass101, British Council LearnEnglish, News in Slow English

French: French Comprehensible Input, alice ayel, Easy French, innerfrench.com, Little Talk in Slow French, Francais Authentique

German: DW Learn German, Naturlich German, Comprehensible German, Easy German, Löwenzahn, Deutsch Direkt, Learn German With Falk

Greek (modern): Natural Languages TRPS Greek, Helinka, Hellinic American Union, Easy Greek, Greekpod101

Greek (ancient): Easy Latin (Greek Course), Alpha With Angela (biblical [Kione] Greek), Chihon Teaches, Ancient Greek in Action, Athenaze

Hebrew: The Hebrew Adventure, Free Hebrew (Biblical Hebrew), Hebrew Time, thehebrewcafe.com

Hindi: Comprehensible Hindi, HindiPod101, Hindi TV, Easy Hindi

Hungarian: FluentBox, Magyar Hungarian, Speak Hungarian With Angie, Easy Hungarian,

Icelandic: Icelandic For Foreigners, icelandiconline.com, Ylhyra, Viltu laera islensku,

Italian: Italian For Americans, Easy Italian, Learn Italian With Lucrezia, teacherstefano.com

Japanese: Comprehensible Japanese, DailyJapanese, Akane Japanese Class, iroironanihongo, Japanese Immersion With Asami, Speak Japanese Naturally, Learn Japanese with Tanaka san,

Korean: Comprehensible Input Korean, Korean Patch, Immersion in Korean, Intuit Korean, Learn Korean in Korean, Hello Jadoo, MAVOCA, Storytime in Korean, Talk to Me in 100% Korean

Latin: Easy Latin, ScorpioMartianus, Quomodo Dicitur?, Found In Antiquity, The London Latin Course

Portuguese: Teach Yourself Portuguese, The Sounds of Portuguese, Portuguese With Leo, Easy Portuguese

Russian: Comprehensible Russian, Easy Russian, About Russian in Russian, Russian With Max, Russian from Russia, Real Russian Club

Spanish: Dreaming Spanish, Teacher Catalina. Hola Spanish, Easy Spanish,

[battlcbornterminated]

Group Thread Continued w/ @naturlich-geborener-morder , @traumamade

SOME PEOPLE WERE JUST THAT , Dumb. Or that, suicidal, she didn't know which one. Piercing green eyes remained locked to Chris, as he remained to talk to her in a very soft, neutral voice. Causing the sensation to kill, ever rampant within her. She wasn't yet ready for human interaction. In fact, she was still feral as they came. And both of there scents were driving her wild. She only wanted to make them go away, or become her mid morning snack. She didn't care which one, to be honest. And the sass and arrogance that bled from the blonde, was making her even more , carnivorous. But she sunk those long red nails into the palm of her hands.

Even if she was forever stuck, being a LIVING DEAD GIRL. Didn't mean she liked chowing on humans. But she wasn't going anywhere with them. The empty words that had came from Redfields mouth, were not recieved the way She was sure, he had been hoping for. He obviously was lying, to gain her trust. Because they once worked together, something that she barely remembered. Those icy blues snapped to Leon. Shifting her weight to the other foot, he was certainly bold. She'd give him that, lips curved into a chestire grin. As she kept her guard up.

" I am not your prisoner, or your whore to order around. I am a human being, who has been forced into Umbrellas fucking control. Do you know what they did to me? "

She hissed, her eyes were flaming with a fire so intense it could definitely burn the entire house down. She was sure these two had no idea what transpired with her and her career for Umbrella. Eyes cut back to Chris, as she took a few steps closer to him.

" And don't treat me like i', dumb, Chriiis. I know damn well you aren't bring Albert on this trip. As much as I know, you both won't ever let me go. I will be damned if I go from being a Test Subject from one Bio Terrorist Company. Straight into the custody of another curropted organazation. Your not taking me anywhere. "

[tyrantmade]

@naturlich-geborener-morder , @rebloomiing , @traumamade , @noonegetsleftbehind | This is for all of you, Lol. You are all his IObsession in your own verses. <3

❌♥️❌ E R R O R ❌♥️❌

‼️ You became the OBSESSION ‼️

❌♥️❌♥️❌♥️❌❌♥️❌♥️❌♥️❌♥️❌

(this suppose to be v-day's post btw :"D but cause of health issues and other stuff I'm super late, sorry)

[kawaiidetectivesweets]

my twin sister and I.Pumpkin patch.

[mayuurx]

James'

This isn't a story of tragedy. Much less a biography. Not to me, at least. How does a man see his own life? In his self-perceived little world, he strings together his thoughts, his stories, his adventures, hoping to find some meaning—something to claim as his own, something significant in what are really nothing more than a series of mundane events. That's how I see it, if I may voice my opinion: strings of mismatches, mirror shards. Oh, well.

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It started with a baby's first cries. Naturlich. It was an otherwise uneventful morning in 1892, Yorkshire, England. Yet inside that room, anticipation hung thick in the air. The first light of dawn pierced through the large windows, casting long shadows over the cramped, suffocating space. Silence reigned, tense and expectant. They were waiting. Faceless attendants exchanged glances, but no one dared speak. At the center of it all was the grand bed where the duchess lay, beads of sweat glistening on her pale face. Her chest rose and fell, up and down, rhythmically. Her tangled, messy hair spread like spider legs acros the pillow. She was exhausted; after all, she'd been in labor for hours. Even so, her eyes glinted. Other than the occasional quiet cry, she had managed to hold most of it in— just a fierce, yet quiet struggle. One final push. With her hand gripping tightly to the old midwife's extended hand, she cried out for the last time, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. All was still—the pacing duke outside the room, the attendants, everyone seemed to hold their breath. Then, the moment broke with the wail of a child. A new life, tiny and frail, brought into the world. The midwife held the newborn up to the cold winter air as the child cried. A boy. It was a boy. The announcement was made, passed from one attendant to another. Exchange between hands landed the child in his mother's embrace. The duchess, who had been so silent throughout the ordeal, quietly sobbed while cradling him in her trembling arms. Moments later, the duke, having heard the loud cry, rushed in, bursting through the doors to join his wife and newborn son. Congratulations followed. Outside, a solitary moth landed on the window.

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Bang. He jolted awake as the heavy book hit the floor. No one else noticed. Voices mingled and blurred, creating a nonsensical hum of white noise. His colleagues were deep in heated arguments about dividends or something of the sort—something he couldn’t care less about. This meeting hadn’t been his idea. From the start, he'd insisted that it was unnecessary, and now he was proven right. They raised issues but solved nothing in the end, as expected from something conjured out of thin air. Maybe, just maybe, he could sneak away without anyone noticing. It wasn’t as if he cared anyway. No one batted an eye as he stood, gathered his things, and made his way to the door. Pushing through the glass door, he heard a soft, unexpected sound. A moth. How did it get in here? He didn’t know, but it wasn’t surprising. Sometimes, they managed to sneak in. These things happen. And now it lay under his shoe like a crumpled sad piece of paper. He stared at it for a moment, then huried on. Barely a thought spared. They are pitiful things that don’t last long anyway.

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES (2002)

Richard Gere is a “star reporter” at the “Washington Post.”  He and his wife, Debra Messing, go to buy a house, but on the way back to their present, crappy, house, Debra Messing sees something strange in the window.  She is spooked!  The car spins out of control and she bonks her head on the window.  Now, you might think that would kill her, but it doesn’t.  Instead, at the hospital doctors discover that she has a glioblastoma (a brain cancer), and then she dies a few days later.  (It seems like a few days.)

Two years later, Richard Gere is still sad, naturlich.  He drives to Richmond to interview the governor of Virginia, but he enters a fugue state!  His car dies on the side of the road, and he walks to a nearby house, where a guy holds him at gunpoint because, the guy says, Richard Gere has been knocking on his door at 0230 for the past two days.  Local sheriff Laura Linney deescalates the situation (which was weird, because in real life she would have just shot someone) and drops Richerd Gere off at a motel.  Richard Gere discovers that he is in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, which is way off his intended destination of Richmond.  He decides to stay in town to investigate all the weirdness occurring.  The rest of the movie isn’t so much a plot as a bunch of interrelated things just happening:

Richard Gere and Laura Linney drive around and talk to people describing their experiences with the Mothman, an alien or cryptid with red eyes and moth-like characteristics.

Richard Gere hangs out with the guy who held him at gunpoint, named Gordon.  Gordon begins to have dreams predicting upcoming disasters.  He meets a dude named Indrid Cold.  He eventually sits in the cold and dies of exposure, but while he’s supposed to be dead he calls Richard Gere!

In one of the better sequences, Gordon calls Richard Gere .  Gordo says that he has Indrid Cold with him, and he wants to talk to Richard Gere.  A weird voice tells Richard Gere what he’s doing, what he’s holding, the lines from a book he cannot see.  “I want to meet you,” Richard Gere says.  Indrid Cold says, “You already have, [Richard Gere].  I have seen you afraid.  You’re frightened right now, aren’t you?”  Meanwhile, Laura Linney is racing over there, but when she arrives Gordon is fine and Indrid Cold is not there.

Richard Gere goes to visit a paranormal investigator (some dude who wrote a book), twice.  The man lore-dumps about moth-people, but this is mostly extraneous.  He does deliver a decent metaphor, that the Mothman (or moth-people) aren’t necessarily more advanced or smarter than us; they’re maybe like people in a tall building, who can see just a bit farther down the road.

Richard Gere was told to expect a disaster on the Ohio River.  He thinks that this will involve the chemical plant, and he freaks out on the governor of Virginia, who is coming to visit the plant!  Nothing happens.

Things escalate for Richard Gere as his dead wife, Debra Messing, appears.  He gets a letter to await her call at noon on Friday at his house in DC.  He does so, but Laura Linney calls him instead!  She tells him that his wife is dead.  She invites him to Christmas dinner.  Their conversation ends, and the phone rings again!  Richard Gere does not answer and heads back to West Virginia to spend Christmas with Laura Linney.

Finally, in a good set piece, Richard Gere arrives at the Silver Bridge outside Point Pleasant.  There is a traffic jam.  Richard Gere realizes that this is the disaster on the Ohio River, and we have a cool scene where our view shifts from the factory to the bridge.  It collapses and a bunch of cars fall into the river, including Laura Linney’s sheriff truck.  Richard Gere jumps into the water to save her.  They muse over a vision she talked about earlier.

This was…middling to fine.  There are some nice atmospheric moments, such as the phone call and a few other scenes where people encounter the Mothman or Indrid Cold.  We also have lots of red lights like eyes and moth-related shapes as transitions, but this is long, a full two hours, and there’s not enough interesting material to justify the length.  The plot is meandering and lacks focus.  Recommended for fans of Richard Gere or the Mothman. 

[ziggysarcana]

Ludwig grinned wryly, clearly amused by the comparison. His eyes lit up. "I like that," he tapped his fingers on the table, "Two surgeon's here, just different... specialties." He laughed, warm and genuine as he fumbled with the last word, the syllables not coming out how he intended. He leaned back and swirled the remnants of his beer before replying, "I guess if you squint it's really the same concept. But I don't stich anyone togerher. I just make sure evferything's running smoothly and there's no oil on the floor." His grin widened and he glanced at him. "Both in the business of saving things, just different kinds of damage." He leaned towards him and his voice softened, almost imperceptably, "I think I get it, working at Community Care probably isn't the rush you're used to. That's something I understand better than probably anything else in the world." And he could. Going from Hauptfeldwebel to mechanic was probably a lot like going from surgeries to aiding with the common cold. "A different kind of satisfaction. I'm sure all of your menial patients appreciate you more than you know."

The sounds of the bartender coming to take their empty glaces captured his attention. Lud raised his hand and gave a small nod of thank you as he placed an order for another round. His blue eyes flickered back over to Brook, "I've always thought the most important thing -- is just sticking to it. Still standing. Doing what you can, even if it doesn't look the same as it used to. Some fuck ups are big, as long as you're able to move past it you're winning. If you stayed in a ....perpetual state of .... um, ruminating, then you'd be failing, I think." He let his words settle for a moment before he gave a boyish grin, saying "So you're not failing, not by a long shot mein Freund. Maybe a few battles, ja, but not the war."

Ludwig smiled at his genuine curiosity and he leaned back in his stool, taking a moment before he answered. There were a lot of things he had been taught growing up that weren't exactly the truth. "Well, technically I'm not sure if it came from Germany. Perhaps it's a shared thing." He said, eager to explain something he had seen on a late night history program, "Theodore Roosevelt went on a hunting trip and he absolutely refused to shoot a bear because he said it wasn't very... Unsportlich.." Lud paused, trying to think of the English equivalent, "It wasn't good sporting practice." He tried. "There was a cartoonist who found this all very amusing, so he made a comic about the situation. Teddy Bears, in honor of him."

At his next question he couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned in, amused with himself for all of this "Ach, I'm just being ridiculous, entschuldigung. That was just my way of saying usually I find myself preferring men, especially handsome one's." He gave him a wink, one that was playful and easy. "Not sure why I chose baseball, it's not really my favorite either. More of a 'soccer' guy myself. Deutsche Fußballnationalmannschaft, naturlich", he did a little silent cheer "the Germany national football team." Germany had just won the World Cup, and even if it was technically West Germany at the time, the pride was still there. It was all the same now. Something that made him smile wider.

Smiling at Ludwig's words, Brook replied modestly, "Ah, it's not a big deal." But then he paused and laughed, admitting, "Alright, alright, I guess it sort of is. Not everyone can do it." If Brook were the bragging type, he'd have mentioned that he had had a high ranking at Mass Gen, that he was given many of the more difficult surgeries, but that just wasn't the type of person he was. He didn't want Ludwig to downplay what he did though, so Brook said, "I could never do what you do though. I don't know the first thing about cars." No one had ever taught him, and besides, it wasn't like Brook exactly had time to learn anyway. "You know, it's kind of like you do surgery on cars," Brook said with a big smile on his face. "So in a way, we're both surgeons." He laughed, knowing the comment was silly, but hopefully he'd see that megawatt smile on Ludwig's face again. "You know, I haven't done a single surgery since I've been here and don't have full privileges at the hospital even. Most of my time at Community Care is dealing with like...colds and stuff." It was much easier than surgery, but it was also less thrilling, and honestly Brook missed the OR.

He nodded thoughtfully at Ludwig's words. "I guess you're right," Brook replied. "It's not so black and white...there are a lot of gray areas. But...trust me when I say there are some areas I really, really failed." Overall he might not be a failure, but Brook would forever be paying for the ways in which he had truly and utterly failed, there was no doubt about that. But he didn't want to get into that. The two of them seemed to both be carrying a lot, and Brook respected Ludwig not wanting to talk about it - that was definitely something he could relate to. So Brook didn't push, instead just patting Ludwig on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring nod.

"Wait, I knew the origin of the name, but are you telling me the German people are the ones to give it that name?" Brook asked, genuinely intrigued by this information. "I just assumed that they called it something else and the Americans took the idea and claimed it as their own, which, you know, is something they would do." Brook was not naïve to the faults of his country. "So if they did give the teddy bear its name, then why that? Why named after Teddy Roosevelt?" Brook had serious questions. Brook laughed, and then he laughed again at Ludwig's next remark. "Okay, I understand the 'both teams' part of that metaphor, but what does outfield represent? Like...if we were both flirting with each other, does that mean we're playing outfield right now? Or is that...uh, infield?" Laughing yet again, Brook admitted, "I'll be honest with you, Ludwig: I really hate baseball."

[kasja93]

Siemka

Dziś było wesoło.

Zacznijmy od tego, że obudziłam się i auto nie odpala. Wychodzę na zewnątrz a tam ktoś zajebał mi cały bak. Podkreślam CAŁY BAK!

Dzwonię do szefa i mówię jak wygląda sytuacja.

Szefie. Zajebali mi cały bak

Zdarza się, jedź zatankuj gdzieś gdzie jest najbliżej

Ale szefie. Serio. Zajebali mi cały bak. W sensie zdemontowali mi lewy ten duży a prawy zostawili, ale on jest tylko wyrównawczy i on nie ma smoka przecież

O kurwa! No dobra. Przywieziemy ci nowy nie przejmuj się

Po chwili przyjeżdża busiarz i mówi, że zabierze mój towar na rozładunek. Patrze na niego i mówię „Stary, ale przecież ty masz 8 paletowego busa a ja mam 33 na pace”. Ten z uśmiechem powiedział, że luzik zrobi 5 kursów.

W tym momencie zadzwonił budzik. Kurwa. Muszę przystopować albo brać połowę tego co biorę bo jest ciekawie. Ja pierdziele ależ ten sen był realny! Bo wiecie zdarza się, że komuś totalnie odkręcą zbiorniki, ale to w UK takie akcje a nie na kontynencie. Ogarnęłam się i pojechałam na rozładunek.

Jedno biuro: to nie tutaj. Drugie biuro: tak to tutaj, ale jest problem. Ha! Problem! Problem to moje drugie imię. Pół godziny stania jak debil przed magazynem wyszedł do mnie Niemiec i z petem w ustach oddał mi papiery. Werdykt: nie ma zrobionej awizacji na dziś a bez tego nie rozładują.

Pamiętacie jak mnie szef pospieszał? XDDDD

Cztery godziny później dostałam info, że awizacja jest na jutro na 6 rano xDD prośba od szefa by iść zapytać czy może nie zdejmą dziś.

Magazynier: idź do biura. Biuro: nie ma takiej opcji. I nie wolno parkować na terenie firmy, więc jedz gdzieś indziej i wróć jutro. Szef: dobra! Jedź na jakiś parking strzeżony, zostaw tam naczepę z ketchupem i jedz samym koniem do Amazona po ich naczepę. Zrobimy dziś przerzut 70 km w jedną i drugą. Okej?

No okej. Why kurwa not?

Naczepa: pojawiam się i znikam i znikam!

Gdzieś w kwaterze władców szlabanów na Amazonie:

Ale pada co nie Hans?

Ja naturlich… Szkoda psa wypędzać w taką pogodę na zewnątrz. Co nie Ahmed?

Nooom… *Pani Katarzyna co czeka od 2 godzin by zostawić pustą naczepę i jechać na parking proszona o stawienie się na cieć budę”

*dramatyzowane*

I tak oto w deszczu… Ba! Pieprzonym tajfunie rozpinałam ciągnik od naczepy. Dwa razy szłam na cieć budę. Za pierwszym razem by powiedzieli mi, abym tak jak stoję zostawiła im naczepę. Za drugim aby mi podbili papiery.

Następnie dwadzieścia pare kilometrów na parking, w deszczu zaprzęgłam swoją naczepę pod konia bo nie będę tego robić o 5 rano do cholery. Zwłaszcza, że w cenie parkingu mam prysznic i voucher na zakupy za 7,5 €. Niby dużo, ale na stacji paliw kawa kosztuje 3€ 💀 No, ale za darmo to i ocet słodki.

Za hajs szefa baluj! Aaauuuuu!

Jedzeniowo dziś dużo. Dwa antybatony oraz pierogi z mięsem. Jak zrobiło mi się czarno przed oczami podczas wspinaczki po schodach by odwiedzić biuro stwierdziłam, że muszę coś zjeść. A na jednym antybatonie się nie skończyło 💀

Później, gdy czekałam na ostatnim Amazonie zjadłam pierogi bo mega mnie męczyło fizyczne szarpanie z naczepą (o psychicznym męczeniu nie wspomnę)

Ogólnie dzień był spoko, gdyby nie ten deszcz. No, ale cóż… taki mamy klimat. Chociaż będzie mi się przyjemnie spało.