#page 3... mein gott

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Guardian Angel Neil AU- page 3

Neil Josten died at the hands of his father a few months before canon begins. After his death, he was made into a guardian angel. He’s tasked with keeping Andrew Minyard safe at all costs. When they meet on the roof for the first time, Andrew thinks he’s imagined Neil. And he worries both about his mental health and his love life because this boy is perfect. But he’s not real.

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Part 195, Part 196, Part 197, Part 198, Part 199, Part 200, Part 201, Part 202, Part 203, Part 204, Part 205, Part 206, Part 207, Part 208, Part 209, Part 210, Part 211, Part 212, Part 213, Part 214, Part 215, Part 216, Part 217, Part 218, Part 219, Part 220, Part 221, Part 222, Part 223, Part 224, Part 225, Part 226, Part 227, Part 228, Part 229, Part 230, Part 231, Part 232, Part 233, Part 234, Part 235, Part 236, Part 237, Part 238, Part 239, Part 240, Part 241, Part 242, Part 243, Part 244, Part 245, Part 246

updated on 10/25/24

[mashmouths]

CAN PEOPLE STOP BLAZING STUPID SHIT THANK YOU <3

[konigsblog]

༉‧₊˚. stepdad!könig thots ...

tw: stepcest, somnophillia, non-con/rape, dumbification, forced self degrading, degrading, cheating, daddy kink, college!reader...

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note: stepdad!könig drives me crazy :'3

not proofread, pls correct errors or point them out in the cmmts :) comments and reblogs are appreciated !!!

Your stepfather is a cruel, strict man. He expects the best of the best from you. You're his little princess, he hates punishing you, but god, the way his thick cock gets all hard when he see's that pretty, upset expression. Perhaps it's your tears, or perhaps it's the way he fantasies about rutting into you while you're mother is away at work.

He knows he's horrible for it, a total and complete jerk for going behind your mother's back—and yours too. When he see's you asleep on your bed, with textbooks and websites on your computer open for the exam next morning, he can't help but twitch, his breath hitching in his throat at the opportunities infront of him. “Meine Gott...” he chuckles, palming himself through his jeans before taking a step closer.

Through your baggy pjama shorts, he can see your thin, white panties. It drives him crazy, and you have to believe him when he says that it's not just fault—and if anything, it's yours for being so scandalous or promiscuous around a man like him. You're filthy, aren't you?

He slowly pulls your shorts down, taking them off of your unconscious figure. He rubs his weeping tip between your slit over your panties until they're transparent with your sweet cum. “Don't move, prinzessin.” König growls out under his breath, moving your panties to the side to slip his bulbous, wet cock into your tight hole. “Oh, you naughty girl-Hah...” he breathes out, smacking your ass painfully to your surprise.

It shocks you awake, your head stirring, dizzy and confused after waking up from a nap in this setting. König's large hand grips your hair tightly, pushing it down against your book as he begins rutting into you. Not giving you a second to adjust to his size, he begins thrusting erratically. It's painful, burning between your soft thighs at the force of his big dick into your wetness. “Ow—stop--!!” you plead, gripping your bedsheets tightly as he begins going harder, one hand on your hip and pounding into you restlessly.

“Don't try me, Puppe. You've been dreaming of this, ja? Wearing such short shorts and expecting not to be touched like this.” his hand goes underneath your body cupping and grabbing your by the pussy while his thumb runs over your clit, rubbing it in circles. “König—No!” you squirm, panicking as he rams into your cunt over and over again! To say it's not sore is a lie, and you quickly begin to feel lightheaded from the ache between your thighs.

His veiny, hard shaft rubs against your gummy walls. Veins lugging and dragging against your walls while you pulse around him uncontrollably! “Look at you—call yourself a slut, because that's all you are!” he grumbles out, smacking your ass painfully, earning him a broken sob. “I-I'm a slut...”—“For who?” König cuts you off, making you weep harder. It's the way your cunt squeezes and drools around his huge dick, in a way that only drives him crazy.

“You...” it doesn't help that you're so depraved and desperate for praise that you'll do—almost—anything for praise, especially from your stepfather. A guttural chuckle leaves his lips, smacking your ass again, causing it to ache. “That's right, a slut for your daddy. A dumb one, at that.” König makes you shudder and throb around him, repeating his words over and over again as he fucks you raw and dumb.

“A dumb whore for me.” you plead for gentleness, but you're met with a rough and painful—yet deserved—fucking. It's all your worth around your stepfather as he pumps and drives his achingly hard dick into your swollen folds like you're a fleshlight and nothing more than that. Your pussy begins spamming around him, an irresistible urge you can't help. Tears soaked the pages of the textbook infront of you, and your voice is hoarse from a screaming.

“What are you, mäuschen?” König asks as slows down his pace, broad hips meeting your ass, holding it there. “Were you listening? You're a dumb, dumb fucktoy for me to use. Say it.” when he picks up his ruthless pace, you're almost silenced. Raping you like you're worth a penny—not even that. “I'm a dumb fucktoy for you to use...” you say through exhaustion, breathless.

Your orgasm draws closer with each thrust. White, hot, and sticky release pulls you closer and closer to euphoria. That burning, rupturing feeling in your stomach pulling at your orgasm causing you to whine out. “Please, daddy, I just want to cum...” you beg, gasping when König pulls you by your hair, forcing your back to his chest and your back arched. König is hunched over, his lips beside yours as he degrades you. “Go on, work for it.”

You're so numb that you didn't even notice how he'd stopped moving. Bouncing your ass back, a mewl leaving your lips, before you bite your bottom, quivering lip. Your ass aches from his spankings, and you're too far gone to even think of what your mother would think...

Squeezing around his thick, meaty shaft as you fuck yourself back onto his wet cock. You pulse around him, your hands pulled behind your back. You stutter, shuddering as you cream around him, pussy drenched with your cum. You cry out, shaking and trembling. König pushes you down against the bed harshly, pushing you onto your side and lifting your leg up into the air. He ploughs into your raw hole over and over again while you whimper and cry.

White, hot release drips from his cock as he spurts ropes and ropes of his cum into you. Dumping a load into your walls before pulling out. He lets out a low grumble, balls coated in cum and slick. You're half passed out from the aggression forced onto you.

Left with wet cheeks, a sore cunny and your stepfather's thick cum oozing down your thighs.

[corpsentry]

recent stories i have read or watched or vored sexily

1. so yesterday i was on page 139 of gideon the ninth and today i finished it. i did nothing until i finished it. i physically could not stop. i mean i should have known it from the moment it had the most epic characters page of all the houses and each house had cool as balls names like Hope Of The Emperor and Wisdom Of The Emperor and Rose Unblossomed or however that one goes but holy mother of god…………. they did not lie this book went hard as fuck. i was reminded of something and i’m going to reblog it shortly so you can read it but i saw a tumblr post that was talking about dungeon meshi’s character designs versus genshin impact’s and another where an author was like ok but where’s the gross part?? where’s the pathetic in the characters??? and gideon the ninth does this so well. god, gideon and harrow are trying to beat each other into the ground for the better part of the book but then you get this insane 180 flip and they’re in a POOL and mein gotte when harrow said i am undone without you my eyes cried Just A Little. i forget, i think, sometimes, that people are most beautiful when they are wretched and clumsy and honest. i think this particularly because i’ve been on a hetero chinese language dramas and movies binge lately and i turned off the part of my brain that revels in messy honest art and let the part that wants to stare at bailu for 30 hours stare at bailu for 30 hours. but maybe it is time to stop watching things only to look at beautiful women (who are, admittedly, very fucking beautiful). maybe it is time to GO TO THE FUCKASS FARAWAY LIBRARY TOMORROW TO BORROW HARROW THE NINTH. what da hell. the world building in this novel is motherfucking exquisite. you have to work so goddamn hard to make a line like Emperor the Necromancer Divine God Salvation The Resurrection with a bunch of little semicolons in between work but it works, it works because it’s cool, it’s cool because it’s grimey and gross and funny, i would do astounding things for all of these people (except silas, who can get fucked). and gideon is such a spectacular narrator, to be introduced to this world through her eyes is an honor and a gift, and harrow….. HARROWWWWWWW AOUUUUUUUU YAUUUUUUUUUUUU i’m obsessed. it’s over. i am officially down horrendous

2. now i’m gonna talk to you guys about amidst a snowstorm of love 在暴雪时分. my mom keeps being like so are you done with the helsinki drama yet and i have to keep being like no because There Is No Drama but anyway ok i started it because wulei…….. and now i am Bereft and Despaired fr that they put wulei in this when man has so much more to him. listen up my guys. i have never seen or read or heard or played a story that has so little….. story. it is remarkably, devastatingly substanceless. it is like watching a 3 hour chill lofi playlist. every once in a while the dog in the animated background runs around the armchair. the fire crackles through the same 5 frames. otherwise— nothing. i’m honestly amazed that they managed to do this, this, this is Not what slice of life is. this is also not what straight romance is??? i am a longtime purveyor of the hetero romance arts and this is hetero romance sans all of the misunderstandings and miscommunications that generate teary breakdowns and mismanaged fights. there is literally no conflict which can be fine except there isn’t even, like, admiration for the small things in life or familial love or friendship which Does Not A Story Make. now i don’t say this lightly as i am a strong believer that if the plot only advances because the cast is too fucking stupid to talk to each other then it’s a shit plot but for the first time in my life i wish there Would be a petty misunderstanding so we could at least see a fraction of the characters’ personalities. now see the Premise is that the protagonist goes to finland to participate in a 9-ball competition and pulls the brooding grad student she meets there back into the world of billiards or whatever but the 9-ball is just a vehicle in the purest sense for the romance. she will be like i practice now and then go practice and then wulei shows up with coffee and that’s it, the 9-ball table was there so wulei could lean on it and look hot in 4 shots. i’m genuinely astounded. nothing fucking HAPPENS in this drama. literally i will sit through an entire episode and it’s just like, zhao lusi wants coffee…., there is coffee…., romantic moments (6-7) insert song (2-3) close up slow mo gazing (399999). seriously i would commit unspeakable crimes for wulei but even i cannot watch this drama straight without falling asleep. it is the emptiest thing i have ever seen and it is so spectacularly committed to this absolutely void of writing. also wulei’s character is dirt poor but he spends all his money on taking zhao jinmai to expensive ass fuck restaurants and then gets sick from overwork and no one TALKS about it. it’s not even a decent straight romance because there is no communication or anything remotely interesting happening in the relationship. it’s not a drama, mein gott, it’s a medley of cute heartwarming moments between two very beautiful and very talented actors who have been kidnapped and locked in a snowy nightmare where all they can do is smile at each other shyly and sometimes hold hands. crazy…………….. wasted potential for my babygirls………. (bereft)

3. watched episode 2 of oh no here comes trouble不良执念清除师 i cannot get over the fact that pu yiyong draws digital art. it’s just so lovely a detail. the first time they showed his drawing tablet and the tablet pen i was like WOAA…. HES JUST LIKE ME FR i mean he’s just like me fr he has a goofy little mullet and he talks back like it’s his 9-5 it’s brilliant. this is excellent representation for brooding angsty teens who also like to draw with clip studio paint. Possibly watching this at 2 am was a mistake as i am prone to nightmares about godless things but it’s such a fun drama and it handles tonal shifts with a clarity that i rarely see in tv….. also pu yiyong’s actor is just great. i mean god, he has eyebrows and they’re mad at you. good for him. slay

4. we’re on episode, i dunno, 23 of the double墨雨云间 now i think and it’s great but it’s true, especially after binging 80% of gideon the ninth in one day that much like how genshin impact’s character designs are designed to be attractive to as many people as possible, the double’s characters are meant to be perfect and attentive to the maximum number of people. the catharsis of seeing the protagonist triumph over the evil conspiring antagonist is only cathartic so many times, and i think im running up against the ceiling of that catharsis. we know fangfei’s brilliant and we know xiaoheng won’t let anything happen to her so it just becomes 5d chess between the morally black and white chess players, it becomes watching schemes unfold and collapse like origami boats, over and over again. they don’t sink because there isn’t any water. they’re beautiful but they can’t bear weight. and after spending too much time in these homes, in the chinese dramas hole or the kpop gorilla groups hole or the mainstream shounen hole i have to punch myself in the dick and be like ok now you are re entering the world as a person amongst other people, because it gives you tunnel vision! they’re all conventionally attractive queens with snatched waists and perfectly managed profiles, variety show personalities but you see i remembered that I Want Harrowhark Nonagesimus. i want the grit and the dirt and the morning sunlight all at once. what i mean is i will be borrowing harrow the ninth from the public library tomorrow if it means i have to take a train 2 hours out to fuckass nowhere to get it. what i mean is i am going back into the game and i am going 2 Win

[yutadori]

gjdfjgld;jfkafjasklkfdajfk i . im a bit more normal (pointedly ignoring any anxiety) about the job offer but god that was so scary . i saw my classmate and my professor before i went to meet with the coordinator and he was like "i would tell you good luck, but she's really nice and excited to meet you" and i was like agh . okay . yeah i'll be fine i'll be so normal .

well . a bit before i was supposed to meet her she asked me to bring in an ESSAY and my resume um i was ready to blow up and die..... i'm so glad this wasn't my first class with this professor because i feel like being in his class really helped improve the structure and clarity in my essays... i can't even look at the essays i wrote before his class lol . anyway . i had my classmate lightly edit my essay before i went and gjdflkghdsfjgdsfg oh mein gott it was so embarrassing in the beginning because i was printing out my shiet and my paper was EIGHT pages so i went up to the front desk to ask for a stapler and the receptionist was talking to someone when i got there and when i was in the middle of taking the stapler from them, i asked them if they knew where i could meet the coordinator and the person the receptionist was talking to TURNED OUT TO BE WHO I WAS LOOKING FOR???? and i was just so thrown off that i just sort of stood there with my papers in my hands not knowing whether i should grab the stapler or introduce myself oughhhh

anyway . that happened and we went into a room and she asked me interview questions and i decided to be honest again (</3) because it felt like a space where that was actually warranted.... when she asked me to tell her about myself, one of the things i said was that i like reading and oh my god thank god thankkkkk god i'm actually reading a book for the first time in MONTHS because she ASKED WHAT I WAS READING.... it felt like a test but she probably wouldnt have beat me up if i said i wasn't reading anything at da moment..... but yeah . she was very honest and straightforward which i really appreciated <3 she was telling me about how it can be an exhausting job where there will be a lot of thinking (+ doing so on the spot) and it involves a lot of engagement. like she talked about how when people come in for help on their essays, you don't Tell them what to do or that they're wrong in doing xyz, it's a lot of asking the right questions to pull answers out of them or to help stimulate their thinking and helping them arrive to a conclusion on their own. and when she was talking about all of that i told her that it was actually pretty similar to how my professor teaches ('':

but yeagh.... it's scary.... it's really scary i'm really scared . she said it's a lot to handle and that it's a lot of work and aside from the tutoring aspect, there's a lot of reading which makes me anxious because of my piss ass attention span but this could honestly be a good thing because it could be a way to force me to work on that.....

augh... when my professor first brought this up to me on monday i was sooo scared and when he said that i could think about it, i immediately said yes even though practically everything in my body was telling me NO and to turn it down and run and try to find something else. i knew i couldn't give myself even a day to consider this because i knewwww i would freak myself out of it. and when i was talking with the coordinator for that whole hour, most of what she said scared me and was setting off sooooo much anxiety for me, i couldn't help but think "i can't do this i'm not cut out for this i'm not the person for this i should just leave NOW" and it's so annoying how those were such awfully persistent thoughts. she asked me if i thought i could handle it and i was honest again and i told her that i'm anxious about it because i've never ever ever envisioned myself as a tutor or teacher and i'm worried that i won't be able to help people properly x__x she was v nice and said that in telling her that she could tell that i want to help and do well and that's important.... u__u

i also asked her like . lol . when would i know if i get accepted or not after being put through training and she said that the only case would be if you're lazy and i was like hm . well . she pretty much explained that it's okay to make mistakes and that i can keep trying and learning but oagufdgdsgj i don't know . i might be the first person in recorded history at my school's reading and writing center to be kicked out because i fucked up too many times x__x LIKE . OUAGH . how many times can a tutor fuck up . you know . like there will probably be a certain point where i can't think fast enough or explain well enough or come up with a good enough outline and they're going to be like ohhhh wow you're really seriously so stupid why are you here . what did your professor see in you . you can die and leave now <3

[terminalisms]

caved so quick to the 2nd muse impulse o mein gott......throwing sejoon into the mix with another minimal stats page + round two of rambly character intros 😵‍💫 if u are interested in plotting just like this post or add me on discord!! (tip.toph) 🥰

tw! mentions of terminal illness, death of a parent

only son to 2 anomalies. plain jane working class background

in a past life, dad is still a top tier hardboiled detective who doesn't gotta think about the fact he has a wife and kid at home

in this one, mom is inconveniently out of the picture for......... [vague gestures] reasons and he has to hunker down into single father life fast. ends up opening a restaurant in order to be able to provide

but in spite of all of this his childhood isn't so bad! he and his dad are close despite obvious stark differences in personality, which can be summed up as naive softie vs cynical hardass. even if sejoon's too trusting ways has dad up at night wondering how the hell is this kid gonna survive on his own

also dad: [does the absolute most to keep him shielded and sheltered cause he's Seen Things and as a parent's bare minimum that means letting a kid being a kid. which means shoving things deep under a rug and the default response to any inkling of curiosity being "Don't worry about it"]

until sejoon's anomaly kicks in at 12-13 by making a patron's chair float on accident and his dad's like k. better late than never......

its a little (ok a lot) hard to coach sejoon through controlling his abilities considering dad's own anomaly is not anything remotely close to moving things w his mind (its memory manipulation btw for some hwang fam #trivia) and sejoon is like ): but this is so cool why shouldnt i wanna show it off......

their deeply anti-anomaly district with equally staunchly anti-anomaly neighbors, friends, politicians being a VERY good reason not to: (:

dad: wear this patch thingie. dont ask why just do what i say

(thank god for nullivi huh like seriously)

doesnt stop the bubble bursting with when people realize ur not "human" they treat u different but ykw.........the sun is still shining and the world is much much bigger than their humble slice of daegu for EVERYONE to be that way

sua's open for admissions just around the time sejoon's thinking about higher ed AND broadening his horizons. gets in on arts scholarship and off he goes

baby bird leaving the nest turns fish out of the water. college and seoul are a bit of an adjustment but exciting all the same. and he does thrive! gets involved in the sporting rallies, really developing his artistic vision, has a social life, and gets to be his #true self among fellow anomalies the whole enchilada

things only really go downhill in the last 6 months of his undergrad with 2 wrecking balls: a devastating breakup and (TW: ILLNESS, DEATH) his dad being diagnosed by stage iv lung cancer

its right after graduation that sejoon immediately falls off the face of the earth for 3 years to be his father's sole caretaker until his death (END OF TW) no one i mean no one knows what he was doing or where he is

but hes back now to do his mfa!! let the bella loca where the hell have u been-isms begin

vibe wise hes bright, social, easy to talk to but can also be kind of spacey eccentric and the ultimate pacifist. the type that makes u feel like u guys are sooo close but then when u reflect ur like actually idk if i really know much about him at all (which!! is not totally intentional he just makes for a better listener and is great at making conversation about what YOU have to say). these days that same can do energy is there but it doesnt feel the same if u look too close but its fine!!! everything is fine

plots that are marginally better than the first time around but not by much:

friends who were blindsided by him going mia without warning

friends who are gracious enough (or equally ??????? avoidant? weird even) to pick up where they left off like nothing happened in the first place

people who dont even know who he is so like none of the above for his sob story doesnt even really matter

this is really really limited to one (1) person but somebody who managed to run into him in the three years that he was laying low

will require extensive plotting but the ex......not necessarily endgame but i am in the mood for some bittersweet woulda shoulda coulda's, angst and answering the penultimate question of: why did we break up?

former teammates? i imagine he was part of house samjoko during undergrad

ur a stranger feeling nosy and ur ultimate mission is figuring out where hes been. he lets u speculate

u need someone to do ur graphics. can be contractual pro bono whatevah.......

im running out of steam here but i am open to it all please hmu

[godtiertalk]

Remember at midnight when I was like "Mmmhmm yes magical girls very good then"?

Well, strap in we're doing more of that shit.

I apologize to anyone who has a massive fight or flight reaction to the Fate franchise, but they have a magical girl spinoff and I am in love with it SO!!!!

Illya von Einzbern (Child): Page of Blood

You know, it occurs to me that Homestuck is a creation myth about gods who give birth to themselves, and Illya is the ONLY one of there grail children that can't be said to have done so. Amazing. What a terrible little creature she is. I adore her endlessly.

Anyway, Illya has many charming character traits, but her absolute adoration for her friends and family are top of the list, right next to her immense cowardice. The self-conflicted Page of Blood title is a natural fit not only for her immense, world shaking love of Miyu, Chloe and Shiro, nor her literally being a source of life fuel for Chloe, both of which are very Blood behaviours.

She's also just pitiful, absolutely the saddest baby, until she busts out these insane growth curves. Classic pagery.

Chloe von Einzbern: Prince of Rage

Speaking of Gods Who Give Birth To Themselves...

This is a really basic read that I don't think needs much justifications. Chloe appears during impossible situations to break barriers and let Illya achieve her goals.

Mostly by way of overwhelming destructive force.

Miyu Edelfelt: Bard of Light.

Miyu is also a self manifested god, amazing, what is even happening with these magic cups?? Why do they want so badly to be Real Girls??

Anyway, Miyu is a Bard of Light because she is a channel for ultimate destruction forced into an inconsolately passive role, and worst of all the force is literally just "other people getting constantly really lucky." I mean, damn, girl lost the lottery at birth. Oof.

Bonus the main timeline: adult!Illya is a Bard of Light too; I think being a grail kinda does that to you. Shiro is the Heir of Space because literally there were 3 anime about him inheriting othes people's space powers come on. Rin is a Thief of Heart and a damned good one at that. Sakura simply deserves not to have to play SGAME let the poor child have a break mein Gott (Witch of Void). Saber is a fucking sprite obviously.

These are my opinions not statements of fact. I am always interested in hearing your opinions too.

[sebscore]

JENNY HI JENNY OH HOW I HAVE MISS YOU SO!!! i miss invading your inbox!!

FINALS WAS BLEGH JENNY MEIN GOTT MY LAW PROF MADE IT SOOOO LONG LIKE 50 PAGES BACK TO BACK LONG!!! there were like 140 questions and 2 3-page-back-to-back case problems i wanted to cry it took me 2.5hrs to do it ohmygods 😭😭😭 BUT THATS OVER NOW AND I PASSED 🥳🥳

on another note,,,

sebxgzd hcs (why did that look like i just keysmashed hdkdhjdkf) was soooo cuteee likee??? their dynamic is just #goals tbh and it’s now missing seb hour every hour

luv ya lovey!

- 🫶🏼

ps. sorry this is long lmao and for the yelling 😂 tumblr shut down on me THREE TIMES now and if this doesnt get in your inbox i am actually going to cry ive typed this three times now

I MISSED YOU TOO MY DARLING !!!

140 QUESTIONS????? that should be absolutely illegal- these kind of reminders make me happy that i decided to take a year break from school lol :(((

its always missing seb hour :( but im so happy you enjoyed the headcanons, my darling <3 i love you too x

ps. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG IT IS!!! i love reading every single message and idc whether its long or short :)

[aidoubackster]

[ID: A greyscale page of drawings of Gromsko, König, Ghost and Horangi from Moder Warfare 2. 1. Gromsko is firing a bazooka and yelling "Avada Kedavra. Kurwaaa!" and König is in the background, looking at him wide eyed, and saying "Mein Gott" 2. Gromsko is driving a car dangerously and he says "Watch and learn British boy". Next to him is Ghost, who is looking really worried and he is trying to hold himself on the car door and the roof. Over them, in all caps, it says "Moje OHV chce miodu". 3. Gromsko turns suddenly at the viewer and says "Bejba" 4. Gromsko is out of frame, he is ugly crying and sobbing, and he is blasting a song that says "nic się nie stało, Polacy, nic się nie stało". On frame, Horangi asks "...what...?" And König, with an unfazed expression, says "... First day of the World Cup qualification". 5. Gromsko is painting a 102 on a tank with white paint and he says "You just don't get it". There's a white handprint on the tank too. End of ID]

Is this a mf POLAND REFERENCE??

Translation under the cut if you’re interested:

Anyway

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The name Sobiesław Kościuszko sounds like his parents quickly googled "Polish culture" as soon as he was born and then fed him nothing but pierogi his entire childhood

Top left:

“Avada kedavra kurwa”- “avada kedavra bitch!!”

Based on this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=P1tE7S1F4-4

in the center:

“Bejba,” - phonetic spelling of the way our Eurovision singer Blanka sings the word “Babe” (people make fun of that)

Top right:

“MOJE OHV CHCE MIODU” - “my OHV ( engine) wants honey (motor oil?)”

Based on this video with old Polish cars: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=m_m0WFTAn0E

bottom left:

“nic się nie stało, Polacy, nic się nie stało” - „it’s fine, Poland, it’s fine”

A song, sung after our national football team loses a match (which is, unfortunately, often)

bottom right:

102 on the tank - reference to popular old Polish tv series “Four Tank-Men and a Dog”

their tank was called “Rudy 102” (rudy means red, like red hair)

[manicmarsupial]

The Smallest Outlaw - Chapter 4: Snow Idea What's Happening

A/N- Hey yo, I'm back on my bullshit. Long story short: moved house during a pandemic, injured my back 3 days into moving, spent 6 weeks unable to go through boxes to find the folder I put the ideas into.

I am writing this story...just not in order. And fiddling around with one-shots, stalling by coming up with other ideas (including one I came up with while a machine a work kept needing recalibration and it's now at 92 pages on GoogleDocs with loads of help from @tiny-james)

As usual, throw some ideas my way. Anything goes. Whee!

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I don’t know when I fell asleep. I’m no longer on a wooden surface in front of the fire. Judging from the feeling, I’m still wrapped up in Hosea’s scarf…and it’s dark. One surface I’m resting against is moving steadily. Occasionally I can hear a deep thump.

I try to adjust my position to get more information. I hear a questioning hum reverberate above me. A sliver of light above me widens. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see the towering figure of Hosea. I unconsciously attempt to retreat.

“Mornin’ Ollie,” he smiles as he looks down at me.

I look around. As well as being wrapped up in his scarf, he also had me under his coat. That explains the movement and the thumping.

“Morning,” I mumble in return.

I cover my eyes and hide back into the scarf, whining about bright light. Hosea’s chuckle rumbles through his chest as I feel the woollen material close around me. I brace myself as I feel my confines move.

“You have an explanation due,” I hear Hosea’s voice almost directly outside.

I emit a grumpy ‘no’ sound and burrow further into the scarf.

“Are you going to continue this stubbornness?”

“Yah huh.”

“Just my luck,” he mutters with a sigh.

Honestly, now I kind of feel sorry for him. I scrabble my way to the open part of the bundle, only to pull part of the scarf over my head like a hood due to the cold air nearly freezing my ears off.

“I can’t tell you what’s going on, because I don’t rightly know,” I admit with a shrug.

“How is that possible?” Hosea raises an eyebrow.

I think about this. Should I tell this giant stranger about myself? He did admit that he and his friends were outlaws. Outside, there’s wolves, bears, and a blizzard. Inside, a whole lot of giant outlaws. My question is, which is more dangerous? Well, if these guys wanted to kill me, I’d be dead already.

“Because two days ago, I was human.”

A brief look of disbelief crosses Hosea’s features.

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Your pointed ears were off putting.”

“My what?!” I exclaim.

Hosea looks confused, then smiles.

“You obviously haven’t seen yourself in a mirror, have you?”

“Uhhh, no. I woke up with my hotel bed the size of a barn and lit a shuck anywhere else. No time to preen,” I admit, hesitantly moving my working arm to one of my ears.

They’re pointed, as Hosea said, but much longer and stick out. At my surprised realization, they twitch upward.

Hosea chuckles softly and my ears flick at feeling the exhalation of his breath.

“At least you’re entertained,” I grumble.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you end up in Colter?”

“I stowed away in someone’s satchel. Turned out he was an O’Driscoll. Not my best decision.”

“An O’Driscoll? Do you remember which way they were heading?”

I try to recall what direction the horseman was going.

“Uh, North East, I think.”

“Ah, we’ve already run into them,” a dark look passes briefly over Hosea’s face.

“What about your arm?” any sour attitude regarding the O’Driscoll’s has gone.

“Oh, the horse bucked. I landed badly, then staggered over here for shelter.”

“How are you still unconvinced that I was human?” I ask on seeing Hosea’s dubious expression.

“It sounds too simple.”

I shrug off my makeshift hood and go to search my bag, but I don’t have it.

“Where’s my satchel?”

I’m sure I had it with me.

Hosea shifts me to one hand then rummages through his pocket and pulls out my bag. It’s positively dwarfed in his palm. I move one hand to take it from him, then reconsider. I just spill out the contents.

“If I wasn’t human, all that would be too much of a coincidence,” I gesture to the two food tins, my journal, and a small amount of coins.

Hosea raises his hand closer to his face to inspect the items.

“Awake already, old friend?” Dutch enters the room with a booming greeting.

“Just talkin’ to little Ollie here,” I feel my ears flick in irritation at the nickname Hosea just referred to me as.

“What have you found out about our latest acquisition?”

“Used to be human. Ended up in Colter by accident,” Hosea answers, passing Dutch the stuff I had poured into his hand.

He inspects the items before placing them back into the bag.

“And how is Ollie feeling?” Dutch hands me my satchel.

“I’m a tiny human with a broken arm and a thin coat in a blizzard. I’ve had better days.” I grumble.

I recoil as Hosea brings his other hand up, but he only rearranges his scarf to cover my shoulders.

“At least you’re no longer stuck outside alone,” he smiles.

With that in mind, this isn’t one of my worst days.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hosea had left the cabin to discuss something with the other gang members, something about another missing member. I kept myself busy by reading…trying to at any rate, the book Hosea always has.

When you had no-one to teach you as a child, it’s a hard thing to teach yourself. I’m no exception. I understand enough to know it’s a crime story. It doesn’t take long for me to focus all my attention on reading.

My ears flick as I feel a short gust of warm air from behind me and a familiar chuckle.

“Sorry, probably should have asked you first,” I mutter, grabbing the cover of the book to close it.

I’m stopped by Hosea’s massive hand over mine. I track my eyes up his arm to look up at his face. He’s kneeling next to the small table.

“I would never have taken you for a reader,” he says with a smile.

“Uhh, I can’t read…not very well anyway,” I admit.

He takes the book, marking the page with his finger and puts his other hand out in front of me.

“C’mon Ollie,” he urges.

“Why?” I ask cautiously, slowly backing away.

“Because you’ll freeze to death like that.”

I look down at myself. I hadn’t realized the scarf was no longer over me.

“Oh,” is all I can say as I shiver.

I give a squeak of fright as Hosea wraps his massive hand around me. I struggle to escape his grasp as he lifts me off the table.

“If you keep squirming, I might drop you,” he warns softly.

“I’m trying not to hurt you.”

That’s kind of true. I notice that his grip isn’t actually tight. More of a secure hold trying to avoid my splinted arm.

My stomach drops as Hosea stands up and I grab onto his finger with one arm, holding on for dear life. He takes a step to sit down in a chair in front of the fireplace. He leans back slightly as he settles into his seat. His fingers loosen and I drop the short distance, landing on the fur lapel of his jacket. I barely have time to get my bearings before his hand pins me down. I try to wriggle out from under his hand.

“Shh, just relax. You need rest with your injured arm, and you are going to freeze without intervention,” his voice rumbles through his chest.

My next sentence is interrupted as the cabin door opens. It’s not Dutch or Arthur, but an older man with glasses. Hosea quickly places his other hand over me, concealing me from the new arrival, though I can just see through the slight gap in his fingers.

“Ah, good evening Herr Matthews,” the new man greets in a thick accent.

I’m guessing German maybe. As he turns to close the door, Hosea closes both hands around me. I register upward movement then I’m dropped onto his shoulder. Specifically, between his shirt and coat collar. He wraps his scarf carefully around, then stands up. I grab his coat in fright.

“Evenin’ Herr Strauss,” Hosea’s booming voice echoes in my ears.

“I’m vondering vhen we are getting off zis mountain. I’m sure zhe others are curious about zhis also,” Herr Strauss says as he attempts to rub some warmth back into his arms and hands.

“We have to be extremely careful, Strauss. Pinkertons are still crawling all over the state.”

Pinkertons?! What did this gang of outlaws do? And what have I landed myself into?

“I know. I’m just anxious, is all,” Strauss replies.

I don’t register the pounding of hoofbeats until Strauss is already at the window.

“Zhere back. Wit John. Mein Gott, he looks awful,” he exclaims.

Hosea took the opportunity while Strauss was distracted to take me off his shoulder and put me into the small drawer of the end table, then gesturing ‘shush’, before following German outside.

That was…weird.

[conceptstage]

5 Times Someone Gave Caleb a Book +1 Time Caleb Gave a Book to Someone Else

1 Nott

Caleb brought the stack of books up to the counter. The clerk gave him an annoyed look as he say down his newspaper but he gave the books a looksee.

“How much for these please?” Caleb said, hoping he had enough.

The clerk hummed. “Twenty five gold for the lot.”

Caleb frowned and looked at the stack of books with a sigh. He took a book off the top and set it off to the side. “And now?”

The clerk raised an eyebrow. “Twenty three gold.”

Caleb removed another book and sat it on top of the other. “And now?”

The clerk rolled his eyes. “Eighteen gold. Look, man, how much you got? I’ll tell you what you can get for that.”

“I have thirteen gold.”

Caleb left the store with one book. He looked at the list in his hand and frowned. It would take a long time to get them all. He sighed and walked back to the tavern. Most of the Nein was sitting around the table eating dinner and Beau was on the other side of the room yelling at a guy who’d whistled at Jester and challenging him to a fist fight. Jester was cheering her on from the bar. Caleb ignored them and slid onto the bench next to Nott.

“How did shopping go?” she asked, taking a bit of the slab of pork on her plate.

Caleb waved his single book around and showed her the single name checked off his list. “Just one today. I got some ideas about how much all these cost so I can save up, but still.”

“Do you need money? I have money you can have.”

He smiled softly and ruffled her hair. “Danke Liebling, but it’s fine. I can’t rely on you all the time.”

“Yes you can.”

“I shouldn’t. You won’t always be able to buy my books for me.”

Beau came over them and grinned, wiping blood off her lip with the back of her hand. She took a seat next to Fjord and Jester sat on her other side. “That guy was a wimp.”

Caleb went to sleep a few hours later and woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the window sliding closed. “Nott?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“It’s me,” she said. There was a weight on the bed next to him and he slowly opened his eyes. Books. All the books he’d tried to buy that morning were stacked on the bed beside him. He shifted to look over them at Nott and then all tumbled over, hitting his chest and pooling on the bedside him.

“Nott? Did you-”

“I left some money,” she said, waving his list to show him that they were all checked off.

“You didn’t know how much they cost.”

“I didn’t say I left enough money.”

Caleb huffed but smiled and moved the books to sit on the floor. He held out his arms and she grinned, then climbed up into the bed with him to press against his chest. “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome. I love you.”

“Ich liebe dich, Nott the Brave.”

2 Jester

Jester hummed she sorted through the papers on the dead governor's desk. All the papers sitting on top were from other people, nothing with his handwriting. She huffed and started pulling on his desk drawers. All but one were locked. She tugged the unlocked one open and looked inside. There was a book.

A diary? A ledger?

She pulled it out but it was just a book. She started to put it back, but paused. Caleb liked books. With a huff, she sat down in the fancy chair and flipped it open to the first page. She was bored within the first two paragraphs, Caleb would love it. She put it in her bag and started busting open the locked drawers.

When she found the handwriting sample she needed, she stuffed it into her pocket and started to leave the office. She found the others down the hall turning over the sitting room. “Found it!” she said. Everyone made various noises of greeting and went back to the search.

She made a beeline to where Caleb was looking over the bookshelf on the wall. She hovered beside him, bouncing on her toes and waiting for his attention. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, Blaubeere? Do you need something?”

She grinned and pulled out the book she’d found in the office. “This was in his desk. Would you like it?”

He turned, interested, and took the book gently from her hands. He hummed at the author’s name on the cover but there was no title. He flipped to the first page and read to about the point where she got bored and his eyes widened. “Ah, mein Gott. Do you.. Do you know what this is?”

She shrugged. “Not a clue. Do you like it?”

He reached out to her and hugged her briefly, then pulled away and threw himself into a nearby armchair. “Danke, Jester. This is exactly what I need.”

She grinned and did a proud little dance as she walked over to Fjord to help him look through the chest by the window.

3 Caduceus

Caduceus shifted awkwardly outside the door to the room Caleb and Nott shared at the inn. He knew that Caleb was alone in there because Nott was bar hopping with the girls to celebrate Jester’s birthday. He hesitated but reached up and knocked gently on the door.

“Komm herein,” Caleb’s voice called sleepily.

Caduceus pushed open the door and peeked inside. “Ah, you’re about to sleep,” he said, spotting Caleb sitting up in his bed. “I won’t bother you.”

“Nein, nein, come in. I will be up reading for a few hours now. What do you need, Herr Clay?”

“Actually…” He held up the book that Caleb had given to him. “It’s about this book.”

Caleb looked interested and pulled back the blanket to make room for the firbolg to sit down. “Come sit down, what’s your question. Did it help you?”

“Well, I’m sure that it’s very helpful. But the truth is… I cannot read very well. There are many words and concepts in here that I am not familiar with. I thought... Perhaps you could read it, just whenever you want to or have the time, and then you could tell me what it says.”

Caleb didn’t look put out or annoyed like Caduceus had thought he would. “Wirklich? Come sit, we can discuss the problems you’re having.”

Caduceus hesitated but moved over to sit beside him on the bed. “You’ll help me?”

“Certainly. What’s the first word you're having trouble with?” Caduceus pointed to the cover and Caleb cleared his throat. “Horticulture,” Caleb read. “It means the practice of cultivating a garden. I understand you’re issue with that one, that’s not a common word. What next?”

Caduceus flipped open the book and pointed to the first two words on the first page. “ ‘For my-’ ” he paused and pointed to the third.

“ ‘sweetheart’ . It’s the dedication, the author is thanking the person they love for their support.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” he said, then he flipped to the next page. “ ‘The art and-’ ”

“ ‘-practice of-’...” He paused when he saw complete bewilderment on the large man’s face. “Perhaps… I’m happy to teach you to read, my friend, but perhaps we should start with an easier book? I’ll see what the local book store has and we can work on it over time. For now, I will keep this, yes? And then some day you will read it on your own.”

Caduceus looked relieved and moved to stand. “Thank you, Mr. Caleb. I appreciate that.”

“It is no trouble.”

4 Yasha

Yasha walked up to where Caleb was sitting on the back of the cart and handed him a book. “Ah, Danke,” he said. “What is it?”

“A book,” she said, like she thought it was obvious. Then she turned and left.

Caleb opened his mouth to ask another question, but then sighed and flipped to the first page.

5 Molly

Caleb frowned at the pile of stuff sitting in the middle of the bedroom. “What did you do that for?”

Jester started rooting through the pile that she’d just turned out of the haversack. “I’m looking for something.”

“Yeah, but why didn’t you just ask the bag for it? It’s enchanted.”

“Well, yeah, but I forgot what it was.”

“You’re looking for something but you forgot what it was?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how do you know to look for it?”

“Because I need it.”

Caleb sighed and sat down on the bed. There was a book with a red cover and gold leaf designs sitting near the bottom of the pile and frowned. What book was that? It wasn’t one of his. He reached forward and picked it up. There was no title or author’s name on the cover so he flipped over to the title page. A slip of paper fell out into his lap.

‘To Caleb’ was written in messy handwriting. Caleb recognized that handwriting.

“Is this Molly’s?” he asked.

Jester looked up and squinted at it. “I think so. He bought it for you when we went shopping in that swamp town. And then we got kidnapped and he got stabbed, so I guess he never gave it to you.”

Caleb smiled slightly and started flipping through the pages. “Can I have it?”

“Of course you can have it! This guy, can I have it, it’s yours. Molly bought it for you. Oh yeah! I sold that thing I need! Damn it! Beau, we need to go shopping!” She got to her feet and left the pile of things in the floor as she left the room.

“For what?” called Beau’s voice down the hall.

“I don’t know! I’ll know it when I see it!”

Caleb cleared his throat and got comfortable on the bed to begin reading the book.

+1 Beau

“Excuse me, Beauregard?”

Beau paused mid sit up and tipped her head back to look at Caleb standing behind her. “Yeah?”

“I- Uh… I got you something.”

She watched him suspiciously and spun around in the dirt to face and look up at him. “Why?”

“Do I need a reason to be nice to you?”

“I’ve never known you to do anything without a reason.”

“That is… a very fair point. Well, I suppose I do have a reason. Here.” He held out a book towards her.

She raised an eyebrow but gently took it from his hand, looking over the green cover. “ ‘How to Become a More Effective Communicator’ “ She snorted in amusement and looked back up at him. “You think a book is gonna help me?”

He shrugged. “It certainly could not hurt.”

She hummed thoughtfully and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I couldn’t get any worse. Thanks. I look forward to having riveting conversations with you in the future.”

Caleb turned to leave. “I wouldn't go that far. It’s a book, not a miracle worker.”

“Fuck you!” Beau called, but she was laughing good naturedly. When he turned back to look at her as he sat down next to Nott at the fire, she had the book in one hand to read as she did one handed pull ups.

[juttabluehberger]

Warum überhaupt Pilgern?

[English version further down]

Gerade im Blick auf meine “Verrücktheits-Faktoren” (im letzten Eintrag) taucht natürlich die Frage auf, warum ich das überhaupt mache. Grundsätzlich erlebe ich eine wachsende Faszination mit dem Thema Pilgern, die mich motiviert, die diversen Hindernisse so weit als möglich zu überwinden. Meine Knie- und Fußprobleme kann ich natürlich nicht wegzaubern. Und so war es wochenlang ein langsames Vortasten und Ausprobieren, ob ich mir das überhaupt zumuten kann. Aber die bisherigen Probe-Pilger-Wanderungen haben mir gezeigt, JA – es ist möglich, wenn auch mit Einschränkungen.

Was ist also meine Motivation?

Neue Herausforderung – An erster Stelle waren es die Aussagen von Alastair Humphreys in einem Interview, dass es gut ist sich ab und zu zu fragen, wo ich mich neu herausfordern kann, Neues wagen, Ungewohntes in Angriff nehmen, um nicht einzurosten.

Pilgern ist Beten mit den Füßen – Es führt zu einer längere Loslösung vom Alltag, die ein ausgiebiges Gespräch mit Gott fördert.

Achtsamkeit und Leben im Jetzt – Gerade meine Knie- und Fußprobleme machen es nötig, dass ich sehr achtsam mit meinem Körper umgehe und im Jetzt präsent bin, denn sonst passiert es leicht, dass ich falsch auftrete oder meine Knie überfordere.

Loslassen – In Verbindung mit Achtsamkeit merke ich auch immer wieder dass ich Leistungs- und Wettbewerbsdenken loslassen muss. Zum Beispiel, wenn ich bergab besonders knieschonend und darum langsam gehen muss und ich von allen anderen überholt werde. Das kratzt an meinem Stolz und ich bin in Gefahr schneller zu gehen als mir gut tut.

Minimalismus – Pilgern ist auch eine Übung im Minimalismus. Man muss mit sehr wenig auskommen, da man sonst unnötige Kilo am Rücken mitschleppt. Zum Beispiel, hat mich der Gedanke, dass ich mit nur 3 Unterhosen unterwegs sein müsste, am Anfangs sehr geschockt. Inzwischen habe ich mich daran gewöhnt und ich werde sehen, wie es mir damit geht, jeden Tag meine Wäsche zu waschen.

Auswirkungen – Dieser Minimalismus hat sich bereits auf andere Bereiche ausgewirkt. Nachdem ich dann länger weg bin, habe ich viele Kataloge und E-Mails abbestellt. Ich habe auf meinem Handy die Apps reduziert und die wichtigsten auf die erste Seite geschoben. Es hat in vielen Bereichen ein Nachdenken ausgelöst – was brauche ich wirklich?

Kontemplation – Wahrscheinlich mein größtes Anliegen ist es im in mich hinein hören und im Gespräch mit Gott neue Klarheit über meinen weiteren künstlerischen Weg zu finden. Insofern ist es nicht meine Priorität den Weg so schnell wie möglich zu gehen, sondern sehr reflektiert und kontemplativ unterwegs zu sein. Anzuhalten, wenn es darum geht eine “Schönheit am Wegrand” zu fotografieren, oder Gedanken im Tagebuch aufzuschreiben, oder Eindrücke malerisch festzuhalten. Pausentage zu machen, wenn mein Körper es erfordert. Zeit für Begegnungen mit Pilger und Einheimischen zu nehmen.

Offenheit für Neues – Dazu wird es auf dem Weg jede Menge Gelegenheit geben. Dazu gehört das Schlafen in Mehrbettzimmern in den Pilgerherbergen. Das nicht Wissen, was mich unterwegs und am Ende jeden Tages erwartet. Wie weit ich jeden Tag komme. Ob die angebotenen Pilgermenüs sich für meine Ernährung anpassen lassen. Wie mein Körper darauf reagiert, wenn ich bei der Ernährung viele Ausnahmen mache. Sich auf Mitpilgerer einlassen, mit einander gehen, redend oder schweigend, und dann wieder getrennte Wege gehen.

Zusammenfassend gesagt – Der Weg ist das Ziel. Unterwegs sein ist wichtiger als Ankommen. Es ist eine Übung im mehr Sein als Tun. 

*****

Why do I plan a pilgrimage at all?

Especially when looking at my "craziness factors" (in the last entry) the question arises why I am doing this at all. Basically, I experienced a growing fascination with the topic of pilgrimage, which motivates me to overcome the various obstacles as far as possible. My knee and foot problems cannot be conjured away, of course. And so for weeks it was a slow groping forward and trying out whether I can do this at all. But the previous trial hikes have shown me YES - it is possible, albeit with restrictions.

So what is my motivation?

New challenge

- In the first place were the statements of Alastair Humphreys in an interview that it is good to ask myself from time to time where I can challenge myself anew, dare new things, tackle the unusual in order not to get rusty.

Pilgrimage is prayer with the feet - it leads to a longer distance from everyday life, and encourages an extensive conversation with God.

Mindfulness and living in the now - Especially my knee and foot problems make it necessary for me to be very mindful of my body and to be present in the now, because otherwise it is easy for me to take a wrong step or overstrain my knees.

Letting go - In connection with mindfulness I notice again and again that I have to let go of performance and competition thinking. For example, when I have to go downhill especially gentle on my knees and therefore slowly and I am overtaken by everyone else. That hurts my pride and I'm in danger of going faster than is good.

Minimalism - Pilgrimage is also an exercise in minimalism. You have to get by with very little, because otherwise you carry unnecessary pounds on your back. For example, I was shocked at first by the thought that I would have to be on the move with only 3 underpants. In the meantime I have gotten used to it and I will see how I feel about doing my laundry every day.

Further Effects - This minimalism has already affected other areas. Since I will be away for a longer period, I've unsubscribed many catalogues and e-mails. I reduced the apps on my mobile phone and put the most important ones on the first page. It's caused a lot of thinking in many areas - what do I really need?

Contemplation - Probably my greatest desire is to listen into myself and to find new clarity about my further artistic path in conversation with God. In this respect, it is not my priority to walk the path as quickly as possible, but to be very reflective and contemplative. To stop when it comes to photographing a "beauty by the wayside", or to write down thoughts in a diary, or to record impressions by painting. To make break days when my body requires it. To take time for encounters with pilgrims and locals.

Openness for new things - there will be plenty of opportunities along the way. This includes sleeping in shared rooms in the pilgrims' hostels. Not knowing what to expect on the way and at the end of each day. How far I can get every day. Whether the pilgrim menus offered can be adapted to my diet. How my body reacts when I make many exceptions to my diet. Getting involved with fellow pilgrims, going with each other, in conversations or in silence, and then going separate ways again.

To sum it up - the way is the goal. Being on the road is more important than arriving. It is an exercise in more Being than Doing.

[joshiesjourney]

Week 3 - Conversion Process

I forgot to write a week two report so instead I’ll sum up everything from week 2 and 3. 

For those who don’t know: Because of the unique circumstances at my shul I am forced to do my conversion studies primarily on my own in self directed studies. I got in touch with my cantor yesterday and will be getting input from her on where I should be focusing my energies towards tomorrow.  Jewish conversion is a long process, my particular shul expects it to take a minimum of three years. 

My goals: 

1. Read the books my cantor told me to

Kurze Judentumkunde - Done The Jewish Home - Done  Das ist mein Gott - WIP Basiswissen Judentum - WIP, taking detailed notes as I go

2. Research emphasis:

- finish lecture series 

On hiatus, should pick back up 

- research prayers

Did that, wrote a page. 

- start learning about Shabbat 

Even better, I did my first shabbat kiddush at home! (Post coming) 

- finish Pesach research

Here and here

3. Find one Bracha and one daily prayer to start to learn by heart, apply bracha

I am working on this one. I have decided to try to learn the bracha for foods that do not require special brachot first. 

What else did I do? 

- Purim! I had my first Purim, I made a costume and attended the Purim Spiel. On Tannit Esther I fasted, my first religious fast. 

- Tzedakah: I learned and wrote about Tzedakah 

- Can you write the word God? Preliminary research

- I did my first kiddush at home and I am happy and proud

What would I like to do? 

- Finish “Das ist mein Gott”

- Continue studying “Basiswissen Judentum”

- Learn one (1) bracha

- Continue prayer research

- Continue lecture series

- do more posts from questions on the syllabus website

[sonyclasica]

SIMONE KERMES

INFERNO E PARADISO

De Bach a Lady Gaga, de Handel a Udo Jürgens: el 7 de febrero, la soprano estrella Simone Hermes lanza su nuevo álbum: Inferno e Paradiso.

Lava, La Diva, Bel Canto son los títulos de algunos de los álbumes de Simone Kermes. Cada uno de ellos no solo es representativo del programa del álbum, sino también de la propia Kermes: los discos capturan su musicalidad, personalidad, luminosidad y, sobre todo, el talento vocal que le ha valido innumerables premios y distinciones. Esta cantante nacida en Leipzig tiene una relación especial con la música barroca. No es de extrañar, entonces, que su último álbum, Inferno e Paradiso, abunde en arias de compositores barrocos que durante mucho tiempo han figurado entre sus favoritos, incluidos George Frideric Handel, Johann Adolph Hasse y Antonio Caldara. Esta vez, el programa depende de los Siete Pecados Capitales y las Siete Virtudes Cristianas, y Kermes vuelve a abrir nuevos caminos a la canción barroca a través de arreglos especiales. Las piezas de pop y rock incluidas en esta selección, con canciones de Lady Gaga ("Poker Face"), Udo Jürgens ("Aber bitte mit Sahne"), Sting ("Fields of Gold") y Led Zeppelin ("Stairway to Heaven"), han sido transformadas en éxitos barrocos por el compositor y arreglista finlandés Jarkko Riihimäki. O, como dice la propia Kermes, "muchas arias de Sting o Led Zeppelin suenan tan barrocas como si hubieran estado debajo de una capa de polvo en una estantería de Londres desde el siglo XVII". Como las diez arias barrocas originales en su selección, ha grabado estas canciones para Sony Classical con su conjunto de época Amici Veneziani. En el caso de "Non ha più pace" de Hasse, la grabación es, además, un estreno mundial.

Inferno e Paradiso incluye un total de 14 arias que abarcan cuatro siglos. Cada aria representa un pecado mortal o una virtud cristiana. "Escalera al cielo", por ejemplo, significa orgullo, "Erbarme dich, mein Gott" de Bach representa la humildad. "Poker Face" de Lady Gaga significa lujuria,"Qual guerriero in campo armato" de Riccardo Broschi representa la diligencia (vocal). "Aber bitte mit Sahne" de Udo Jürgens (con crema batida, por favor) está asignado al pecado de la gula, mientras que la virtud de la moderación está vinculada con el "Gelido in ogni vena" de Antonio Vivaldi. Todas las arias y canciones muestran la aclamada técnica vocal y riqueza de expresión de Kermes.

CONTENIDO

1          Leonardo Vinci  - In braccio a mille furie (wrath) 2          Giovanni Bononcini - M’incateni e se mi sciogli (kindness) 3          Johann Adolph Hasse - Non ha più pace (sloth) 4          Sting - Fields of Gold (charity) 5          Tomaso Albinoni - Dopo i nembi e le procelle (patience)

6          Udo Jürgens - Aber bitte mit Sahne (gluttony)

7          Antonio Vivaldi - Gelido in ogni vena (temperance)

8          Jimmy Page - Stairway to Heaven (pride)

9          Lady Gaga / RedOne - Poker Face (lust)

10        Johann Sebastian Bach -  Erbarme dich, mein Gott (humbleness)

11        Antonio Caldara - Pompe inutil (greed)

12        Riccardo Broschi - Qual guerriero in campo armato (diligence)

13        Johann Adolph Hasse - Se tu non senti oh dio (envy)

14        George Frideric Handel -  Tu del ciel ministro eletto (chastity)

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Good Morning My Best Sister* casssslouise Stunning 🔥🔥 iamjorielm woooa emmainthout @tashvassallo queen of bikini pics tashvassallo @emmainthout 😍😍😍 instaqueenmargarita Beautiful pic and place 😉💙 sunilmanoharn Lovely ninachristi 😍😍 nikibaratta This is so beautiful!💜 switchvalley Gorgeous picture! 🔥 take a look at our page for more pictures like this!😊 sil_moren 🖤🖤🖤 a.rizpe @tattywooldridge It's the place Karina told us to visit! 😂 dmitrey287 Missing Place. tattywooldridge @a.rizpe CANDICE. GOES. THERE. WTF iskandr_a Imagine how much South Africa misses yourself? The Queen of South Africa is free, everyone has jungle fever. To help the tropics of Candice stock and shelf. The red bikini brings about beautiful weather. shangcreer 😍🥰 absmsleach Dreamy ninawirths looks like paradise ♥♥ chicalaamour So heavenly mustafakemalbatu I love you Angel😍❤️😘 valentinasolci Take me there 💕💕💕 majosefina.vadillorevilla Back again, love. @angelcandices offgordonman hustle and bustle fran_guizzetti 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 greg_thiess ... love the shot, Beautiful 🥀 saifsidda Lit🔥🔥 mocothedog19 Moco wants to come there dollymorillo @chelim13 😭😭😭 bai vivajoccouture WoW love deandradeweverton Dona do Brasil 🇧🇷 mermaid_candice_ ❤️❤️ krista.elsie 🔥🔥🔥 youngssbap buy followers for 1k, only 3 $, it's very cheap on @chiojip 😂😂🔥🔥 romina.pascale.styling 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 c______lau 💙 dabqueen98 This would be amazing rn 😍😭 elenamlk @stevenspruit tulum silver2a 😻💕😻💕😻 thakurdiljeet27 Lovely place 😍 fudge2gether SICK 🔥🔥🔥 twinsfromitaly Amazing place!!👌🔥 kenya.shelene Wow where is this miss_micks3 Where is this?? Please ~ anyone know where is this beautiful place weilandcruz 🙌🙌🙌 rohannnchauhan @damzzzee_bhatt pattylouisesmit @malouheijmans malouheijmans @pattylouisesmit I’m also missing that peaceful place 😭 luxuries_w_i Omg 😍😍💕🔥 victorramayo @eugeniardzc mothbeauty Very sweet :) lizeden0213 Ur ass is on the beach all the time midos_1213 #grasa elkabronbali Amazing zfreyer “Just don’t be poor. And be better looking. Then you too, can experience paradise like ‘me.’ “ surookaswan So beautiful chamber_bae_ @brimendell holistikatulum And we miss you too 🙌❤️🙌 a_h_1999_5 🔥🔥 5 DAYS AGO ABOUT 5. https://www.instagram.com/parmanandgereja/ 6. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwN97XnAZ3C/ 7. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwBIFxrAp_z/ 8. https://www.instagram.com/p/BvgbFHTBD4o/ 9. 439 likes pattylouisesmit Imagine waking up in the middle of the jungle to the first rays of the sun and the bird songs. Hanging out in paradise✨ #Holistika #Tulum #Mexico #tulummexico kristiana.jivkova Awesome post! Keep sharing and inspiring😊 journey.of.elvina Wow!! What an amazing view❤️ totally love it! yucatan_underground The longest subterranean river in the world is under Tulum. Want to check it out? Message me! tanyaalice Awesome feed! 😊 mikiniiswim.girls Hey, PATTY, you would be a great ambassador with us 👙! DM me please, I'm Emma from MikiniiSwims 💕 xx travelbyblonde This is beautiful ❤️😻 pattylouisesmit @kristiana.jivkova thanks 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @journey.of.elvina thanjs💛🙏✨ pattylouisesmit @yucatan_underground I know! Its amazing 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @tanyaalice thanks🙏 pattylouisesmit @mikiniiswim.girls 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @travelbyblonde thanks🙏💛✨ yana_chillout_life Omg😍 karagraay love this jasmina_rxse ✅The best of the best😄 vicky.nguyen201 I like this so much! pattylouisesmit #hammock #hammocklife #yucatanmexico #yucatan #hammocks #hammocktime #visitmexico #travelmexico #mexicosorprendente #mexicomagico #mexicotravel #mexicolove #mexicoporsiempre #mexicotrip #mexicoistheshit #tuluminina #tuluminati #tulumphotographer #tulumlovers #dreamstulum #igersmexico #visityucatan #yucantanturismo #beautifuldestinations #speechlessplaces #thediscoverer eaguayophoto Spectacular photograph! immatakeyou What a nice post! elisabbarbie 😍😍😍 ufilippov405 This is great PATTY chowdownusa Hammocks and water 😍 MARCH 27 10. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvd-Vz0hi-6/ 11. 585 likes pattylouisesmit Matcha Mama ice cream time!🍍 #matchamama #tulum #mexico #tulummexico thetravelkid.nz This is nice xx tanyaalice Awesome feed! 😊 xnnsd Wauw en je jumpsuit ook!! 😍 interior.today Very sweet :) ravi_kanukale Marry me ravi_kanukale @ravi_kanukale thank you pattylouisesmit @natalie_chai 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @the_world_nomad 🙏✨ pattylouisesmit @thewanderlustinme 💛🙏✨ pattylouisesmit @fashiongoestravel ✨ pattylouisesmit @thetravelkid.nz 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @tanyaalice 🙏✨ pattylouisesmit @xnnsd dank je lieverd! 🙏💛✨ pattylouisesmit @interior.today ✨ alexisjetsets This is a great shot 😊 marconty 😍😍🔥 ashleylorenzoyoga YOU🐒🐒🐒 ARE SO CUTE ashleylorenzoyoga I am obsessed w tulum pattylouisesmit #grandcenote #yucatanmexico #yucatan #tulum #tulummexico #visitmexico #travelmexico #mexicosorprendente #mexicomagico #mexicotravel #mexicolove #mexicoporsiempre #mexicotrip #mexicoistheshit #tuluminina #tuluminati #tulumphotographer #tulumlovers #dreamstulum #igersmexico #visityucatan #yucantanturismo #beautifuldestinations #speechlessplaces #thediscoverer anadolulufatihakca1987 Real Angel 🙏🙏🙏🙏 taniavillaltaw 😍😍😍 exploringrelentlessly 😍😍😍 Cutie!! xinacatl_mp Yum dujourmedia 😍😍😍 MARCH 26 12. https://www.instagram.com/p/BvqvFfShc0M/ 13. 130,653 likes angelcandices Missing this peaceful place 💙 c______lau 💙 dabqueen98 This would be amazing rn 😍😭 elenamlk @stevenspruit tulum silver2a 😻💕😻💕😻 thakurdiljeet27 Lovely place 😍 fudge2gether SICK 🔥🔥🔥 twinsfromitaly Amazing place!!👌🔥 kenya.shelene Wow where is this miss_micks3 Where is this?? Please ~ anyone know where is this beautiful place weilandcruz 🙌🙌🙌 rohannnchauhan @damzzzee_bhatt pattylouisesmit @malouheijmans malouheijmans @pattylouisesmit I’m also missing that peaceful place 😭 luxuries_w_i Omg 😍😍💕🔥 victorramayo @eugeniardzc mothbeauty Very sweet :) lizeden0213 Ur ass is on the beach all the time midos_1213 #grasa elkabronbali Amazing zfreyer “Just don’t be poor. And be better looking. Then you too, can experience paradise like ‘me.’ “ surookaswan So beautiful chamber_bae_ @brimendell holistikatulum And we miss you too 🙌❤️🙌 a_h_1999_5 🔥🔥 5 DAYS AGO ABOUT 14. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwCvvuhBLMS/ 15. The number 12 item has another comment attributed to "zfreyer" on a IG post by Candace Swanepoel. The comment appears again to be a quotation of the devil talking about its reality n what its figures can be such as in the IG the comment is on. Hidden in plain sight as okay where things not okay are pretended to be okay such as poverty n inequality. It is very horrible n bad here w the inequality reasoned to be sensible n make sense etc as because its supposed to be just how it is that certain fields yeild much money such as medicine n etc. And places are affected by that as far as what kind of poverty they have. Its based on the development of the place w the fields being supported etc such as technology n medicine etc n business etc. 16. ABOUT 11. https://www.instagram.com/p/BwAQIutBDnn/ 12. 302,035 likes angelcandices To feel~To have a physical or emotional sensation 🌊 etanguay1 Beautiful…😍😍🔥 ds_collages 👌👌👌 khalid_morai775 😘😘😘🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥👆 cathrinatorres_ No words ❤️ san69rame 👍 royleshniak 💥 zfreyer To be given an empty-new-vessel to comment vapidly in the face of global economic suppression and poverty and stand as a beacon for materiality and superficiality is a super honor for the advancement of the human race. I should know because I’m a beacon of equality and human-rights. rootsbrunogreen Toca 17. 302,259 likes angelcandices To feel~To have a physical or emotional sensation 🌊 linda_maria_martin 🎆✌️ ranyaessouri IF CANDICE LEAVES VS IS CANCELLED ww.w.ghazal1362 سکس حضوری سکس فول همه جوره پایه یه سکس لایت ولاکچری تماس09028050837 bitencourtmichele 💛 _lissetteorozco_ So goood♥️🔥 amit_annapurna 💖🔥Stunning beauty🔥💖 silver2a 💕⭐💕⭐💕⭐💕 prostopysavdv You are the best in the world that ever, I have seen , subscribe and put huskies , all mutually💪🔥 carcharodon_megalodon ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ _gvhvcxvhhjjvhghhchj You are a real angel and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my whole life. david.soussan Looking at you I have a physical and emotional Sensation david.soussan Very nice Sensation ratednoku Candice is forever my goals thoo😭😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥❤❤❤ ww.w.ghazal1362 سکس حضوری سکس فول همه جوره پایه یه سکس لایت ولاکچری تماس09028050837 _dilipee_ Isso sim que é uma Deusa. ❤️ Maravilhosa é ela. 😍 michueroldan Que bonita playa. etanguay1 Beautiful...😍😍🔥 ds_collages 👌👌👌 khalid_morai775 😘😘😘🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥👆 cathrinatorres_ No words ❤️ san69rame 👍 royleshniak 💥 zfreyer To be given an empty-new-vessel to comment vapidly in the face of global economic suppression and poverty and stand as a beacon for materiality and superficiality is a super honor for the advancement of the human race. 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die liebe | one shot to mareavera

@mareavera here, hope you like it <3 sorry about any english mistakes or anything xD 

Dark shoes clicked to the cold pavement floor; quick, determined steps towards the high grey building as she wrapped her arms around herself, protecting from the sharp wind. The pale sun started its way down, leaving space to the moon and the stars. With it, the cold of a usual dusk in Berlin.

The short frame pushed the high metal gates open, making her way straight to the door. There was no need to knock, and she knew that they would be there. Quickly, she hung her coat by the door, took her beanie off, before running a hand through her blonde pixie to adjust it. Finally, she closed the door behind her and gave a long look around the house; everything was peacefully organized. A smell of strong coffee came from the kitchen, and the silence was broken by the sound of Beethoven, from the second floor.

"Guys?" She called, raising an eyebrow. How unusual, she thought to herself, they should be practicing by now. With a shrug of shoulders, she started her way up the stairs, following the music. The door to their studio was open, and from the hallway she could already see the six of them.

"Flake, would you please turn it off?" Till asked, with a sigh. "I'm trying to write."

"It's supposed to help." Flake replied. "You can concentrate better."

"With Beethoven doing that mess, it's hard to concentrate on anything." Schneider laughed softly. "Check."

She stopped silently by the door, smiling as she watched the six of them. Flake had his eyes closed, enjoying the music as he shook his index finger slightly. Meanwhile, Till stared down at a few pages, a pencil in between his lips, brows furrowed. Ollie and Schneider played chess, right beside Till. Both of them staring down at the board; it was Ollie's turn, and if he didn't move his King, he'd lose. Paul watched the game over Schneider's shoulder with attention. As for Richard, he was laying on the couch, his guitar on top of him, holding a book to his face as he took a nap.

Paul was the first to notice her, but before he could say anything, she motioned for him to keep quiet, smirking and holding a finger in front of her lips. He immediately smirked at her and shook his head yes. Francesca stepped in silently, held the doorknob, and then slammed the door shut.

"Fucking hell!" Richard jumped awake, sitting down.

Landers had to sit back, laughing and holding to his belly. With the noise, Schneider knocked the chess board over, sending all the 32 chess pieces flying away. Flake got startled, grabbing a mic stand to protect himself, while Till got in front of Ollie, that stared at the door with wide eyes.

"My God! What is wrong with you?!" Schneider stood up, one of his hands on his chest and starting to take deep breaths.

"Mein Gott, I can't believe she scared you all!" Paul laughed, rushing to Francesca's side and pulling her for a hug, as she laughed loudly.

"What was that for?" Flake asked, letting go of the stand and looking around at the other boys. "To scare you!" She wrapped her arms around Paul, looking at her six best friends.

"Well, if that's what you wanted, you did a good job." Till shook his head, taking a deep breath as he walked towards her. "I thought I'd have to fight someone now." He chuckled, pulling her for a hug as well.

"Who would even walk in here?" She raised an eyebrow, wrapping her arms around Till's body and closing her eyes. "You should pay more attention, I stood by the door for a good few minutes."

"We didn't know you'd be here so early." Ollie shrugged, picking up the chess pieces, with Schneider's help. "Everyone was focused."

"I'll never forgive you." Schneider narrowed his eyes at her, but as soon as she walked towards him for a hug, he wrapped his arms around her curvy figure, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Bitte, don't ever do that again." Flake closed his eyes for a second.

"Why not? It's not like you haven't done that to me a thousand times before." She chuckled, hugging Ollie and placing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Did you know I could've had a heart attack?" Richard raised his eyebrow. "What would you guys do if I died?"

"Well, we would buy another Richard." Francesca laughed, knowing well that it would be enough to piss him off. "C'mon, Flakey, where's my hug?"

"I shouldn't." He shook his head no, but hugged her anyways.

"Don't be jerks. That was fun." Paul shrugged, plopping himself on the couch.

"Fun for you, that saw it coming." Richard rolled his eyes, giving Francesca a hug as she approached him. "What are you doing here so early, anyways?"

"Well," she plopped herself on the couch as well, followed by Till, that wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder, "I kinda... Got fired."

"What?" Ollie furrowed his brows, as they sat closer to her. "What happened?"

"Nothing much. My boss was being a bitch, you know what she has been doing." She shrugged, and then sighed, putting a hand on her face. "I don't know what I'm gonna do."

"You should've quit long ago." Richard said. "No one has to put up with someone else's bullshit, y'know?"

"Rich's right." Paul nodded, offering her a gentle smile.

"Besides, she lost a great employee. You can find something else." Flake reassured her, while Till massaged her shoulders slightly. "Yeah, but I need a job. Okay, she was a bitch, but it was paying the bills." She sighed, as she laid her head on Till's chest.

"Sweetheart, we'll help you. You don't have to worry." Till smiled.

"Yeah, it's not like you'll be homeless, anyways." Schneider chuckled, so she raised an eyebrow and chuckled as well.

As she looked around, at all of her best friends, she smiled back at them. It had been a very tiring day, she had argued with her boss the whole afternoon. The older woman didn't want her to leave for lunch, but she had been at work since 9am, and was starving, so she left anyways, and as soon as she came back, the boss called her up to her office, complaining on numerous things. Francesca had been working for her for almost two years now, and even if the guys told her she should quit, she knew it was hard to find a job these days, so she held tight to this one, hoping that one day her boss would change. But she didn't, things just kept getting worse. Wasn't for those six guys standing in front of her, she would be a nervous wreck because of the job.

"Are you going to take care of me?" She asked.

"Of course, Frankie." Till laughed softly, pulling her closer to him and leaving a kiss to her forehead.

"As long as you don't try to kill us again." Richard shrugged, before chuckling and placing a hand on her knee. "Y'know, we'll be here."

"What if I can't pay the rent?" She sighed.

"Well, then you can stay at my place." Ollie shrugged.

"Truth be told, you'll have six houses to choose." Paul chuckled.

"You can move every week." Schneider shrugged.

"Richard lives alone at that old apartment, also." Flake shrugged.

"Yeah." Richard smiled.

"Like I said, it's not like you're gonna be homeless." Schneider smiled at her.

"God, I love you guys." She smiled softly.

"You're our little girl, we take care of you." Till smiled.

"Are you feeling better?" Flake asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." She nodded. "You guys should go and play something for me." She smirked.

"Here you go." Richard shook his head, while the rest of them laughed softly.

"No, seriously." She chuckled. "Something soft... I don't know, what about Roter Sand?"

"Till could sing, we don't need to play." Schneider shrugged.

"If I'm not needed, I'll be downstairs." Richard stood up.

"As long as you bring us some hot cocoa..." Francesca chuckled, while he made his way out of the studio. That was his plan already, but he wouldn't really admit it, so instead of replying, he just gave them a shrug of shoulders.

Paul picked up his acoustic guitar, while Francesca got comfy, taking her shoes off and snuggling up to Lindemann's large body, keeping herself warm, and Ollie grabbed her a blanket, sitting down beside her and covering her with the blanket, that she gladly accepted. It didn't take long before Richard got upstairs, a tray in hands with seven mugs filled with hot cocoa and marshmallows. After everyone picked up their mugs and had a comfy place to sit down, Richard started whistling the beginning of Roter Sand, and then Paul started playing.

Till sang softly with a smile, his fingers playing with Francesca's blonde hair as he looked down at her. She looked up at him, smiling as well, before taking a sip of her drink. She looked at Flake, that had started singing as well, and chuckled, before closing her eyes to focus only in the music. She loved these six guys more than anything, and to have them by her side like that was like Heaven on Earth. They were always there for her, no matter what.

"You should really move in with me." Richard shrugged, as they finished the song. "Living alone kinda sucks."

"Yeah, I should." She chuckled, finishing her drink and yawning. "And maybe you all should sing me another song, just until I fall asleep." She closed her eyes, laying her head on Till's chest.

The six of them exchanged glances, a small smile on their lips as they watched their little girl; knowing about the bad day she had at work, they would do anything to make her feel better.

Richard grabbed his acoustic guitar as well, sat back down where he was, between Schneider and Flake, and after thinking for a few seconds, he started playing Ohne Dich, so the other guys followed his lead. With her eyes closed, Francesca smiled.

"I love you guys." She whispered.

"We love you too." Till whispered, placing a kiss to the top of her head, before starting to sing again.