#german policeman

[uniformbdg]

#german police #polizei #Polizei Berlin #gun #balaclava #policeman

[grabyourpillow]

I don't want to watch the ep until I know there are fix it fics

#tatort saarbrücken #hörk #the german policeman show

[konigsblog]

short random 141 headcannons, silly/fluff ☄️

ghost 💀;

absolutely hates coffee, avid tea drinker and refuses anything else. a lot of people assume that the cold-hearted killer, simon riley, would hate sugary coffee. but, truth be told, he has a huge sweet tooth that only price knows about, and has to keep him from eating too much.

growing up, he was quiet. a lot of people teased him for being so silent, including his friends, but only in a joking way. he's one of those kids that make friend's easily, just well-behaved in class to avoid stressing out his mother.

acts as if he hates johnny, but after that solo mission soap had, he grew more close to him. didn't like whenever john had to go on a mission without him in fear that he wouldn't return, gradually developed a fear of losing the team - something he'd always had, yet increased further after graves's betrayal.

has a high metabolism. he could eat way over his maintenance calories and not gain anything. he works out in his house during leave, usually eating quick takeaways or frozen meals, rolling his eyes whenever you bring up the state of the apartment. who cares, its not as if he's here most of the time.

soap 🧼;

absolutely loves getting drunk at a club with the team, has to be dragged home by price, him and gaz laughing maniacally at absolutely nothing.

he threw up on ghost afterwards.

because if his flirtatious personality, he's had many girlfriends. they never last long since he doesn't take the relationship's seriousness, still flirting with others as a joke, but offending whoever he's with at the time.

he isn't serious at all, which we've probably gathered from his personality. accidentally laughs at the wrong times, apologise profusely as they snarl at him. definitely gives off the wrong impression and gets embarrassed whenever price mentions it.

johnny knows what he's good at, he doesn't like being insulted by anyone, even as a joke. mention something about him not being as strong as ghost as he's pissed for the rest of the day. somewhat easily jealous, stemmed from when he was a rookie, lean with barely any muscle and constantly teased by others. (heard the last bit from another creator, but i can't remember the user for the life of me.)

gaz 🧢;

doesn't take alcohol very well, especially his hangovers. they're cruel, he has a pounding headache all day and throws up multiple times. laid in bed playing games the entire day, groaning as he feels himself burn up.

is terrified of bugs, absolutely hates spiders. doesn't give a fuck about the spider poem, will scream and crush them with his foot. probably came from when he was a child and got caught in a spiders web, cried to his mum.

definitely has a lot of sisters. they raised him well so he's very respectful in relationships and knows how to treat a lady right. when he was younger, his sister's would beg him to let them use makeup on him, agreeing and getting annoyed when he couldn't wash it off.

definitely youngest child energy.

price 🎣;

when he was a kid, he wanted to be something like a policeman or a firefighter, loves being in charge of stuff.

he's a true gentleman; will hold the door for his wife, giving her a bouquet of flowers whenever he can, kisses her all the time and compliments galore. he's a true fan of cuddling you from behind, sneaking up on you and kissing your neck, complimenting the meal you'd made.

took the 141 fishing, let's just say that it never happened again. it was all peaceful until johnny thought he a turtle, leaning over the lake and falling in. kyle laughed his ass off and simon sighed with disapproval, yet not surprised that he'd managed something like that. price lost a good fish trying to save him from drowning.

loves dogs, not small dogs (chihuahua hater), but big dogs. he loves german shepherds since he works with them, k9s. or a doberman, definitely owned a big dog when he was younger and has baby photos of him on it's back, only laswell saw them.

#cod headcanons #cod mw22 #orla speaks #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 x reader #captain john price #captain price #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #modern warefare ii

[mercurygray]

So I Hear You Liked...World War Two Dramas

What's that? You said you wanted a World War Two series where women actually speak to each other? Have I got a deal for you!

When Band of Brothers first came out, I did not have cable, but what I did have was a card at a library that owned seemingly every PBS drama ever broadcast. I know and love a lot of these shows, and I hope you do, too.

As we wait for Masters of the Air to join us, maybe you can fill some time with one of these!

Classic: These shows were made in the 70s and 80s and while the production values are not the same as something made more recently, they're all fun to watch.

Danger UXB - daily life in a bomb disposal unit.

Dad's Army - comedy show about the Home Guard.

Hogan's Heroes - situational comedy about life in a POW camp.

Piece of Cake - follows British pilots stationed in France as the Phony War begins.

Homefront Perspectives:

✨Housewife, 49 - Based on the wartime diary of Nella Last, who participated in the Mass Observation project. One of my favorites.

✨Foyle’s War - procedural crime drama following DCS Foyle and hsi team as he solves murders in wartime Britain. Another favorite.

Island at War - Wartime life on the Channel Islands during the German occupation

Land Girls - Follows the lives of a group of Land Girls working on an estate farm.

Bomb Girls - Follows the lives of a group of workers in a Toronto munitions factory.

Home Fires - Life in a small British town near an air base. Based on a book.

World On Fire - Follows the disparate lives of several people in several countries as the war begins.

✨All Creatures Great and Small - The life of Yorkshire Vet James Herriot, based on the book series of the same title. A favorite, both the 1970s original and the 2020 version.

A French Village - Daily life in a French village is upended as the Germans invade. Follows the same village through the entire war.

My Mother and Other Strangers - An Irish village deals with the introduction of an American Air Force base.

Colditz - life in one of the war's most infamous POW camps. Features Damian Lewis!!

Atlantic Crossing - the life of Crown Princess Marta of Norway as she tries to advocate for her country while living in the United States.

The Halycon - Life in a posh London hotel during the 1940s

Spies and Science:

X Company - Canadian drama about life overseas for spies

Resistance - French wartime drama about a woman in the French underground movement

Restless - Postwar drama about a woman who spied for the Russians in England during the war.

✨Manhattan - If you liked Oppenheimer, have I got a show for you!! Follows the lives of several scientists and their families as they move to Los Alamos. A favorite.

✨The Heavy Water War - Norwegian/British operations Grouse and Gunnerside to destroy German heavy water plant. A favorite.

The Twelfth Man - Norwegian sabotage operation gets shot down in occupied Norway.

✨Generation War - German experience of war from variety of perspectives. This show is excellent. Everyone should watch this.

✨SAS: Rogue Heroes - Follows the foundation of a parachute regiment in North Africa that would eventually become the basis for Britain's commando units. A favorite.

Postwar:

A Place to Call Home - very soapy Australian post-war drama about an upperclass family.

Our Wonder Years - Follows three sisters in post-war Germany as they attempt to confront the past.

Tannbach - Follows a family whose German town is split in two along the new East-West border.

The Defeated - Crime drama following a policeman trying to find his brother in post-war Berlin

Small Island- a Jamaican woman moves to London after the war and tries to adjust to a country that doesn't want her there

Call the Midwife - Social drama in the 1960s addressing the health and lives of the post-war poor of London.

#band of brothers #so i hear you liked #i'm gonna rec it #masters of the air

[theworldatwar]

A US Seventh Army Military Policeman pauses for a cigarette with his two German captives - Nissoria, Sicily 1943

#world war two #ww2 #worldwar2photos #history #1940s #ww2 history #wwii #world war 2 #wwii era #ww2history #nissoria #1943 #Italy #sicily italy #sicily #sicilia #pow #prisoner of war #military police

[reblorzelska]

Ok, so, in Germany, THE kids media to consume in my childhood was audio dramas about teen detectives who got up to mischief and case-solving, usually with a dog and one long suffering adult policeman in charge that had to swoop in to save them and arrest the perpetrators at the end. The most famous ones are The Three Investigators, closely followed by The Famous Five, and German Original TKKG.

Now what I'm saying is: I need exactly that with the Junior Quartet and Jiang Cheng, who hasn't been on vacation in years and whose original job description never included babysitting duty for kids who almost get themselves shot every other week.

EDIT: I've written a snippet of this and put it in a reblog

#those audio dramas gave me massive brain worms when i was a kid and they're still not gone #mdzs #junior quartet #jiang cheng #jin ling #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen

[nation-of-bros]

What “the cops” are in English, "die Bullen" [literal "the bulls"] are in German. This policeman is definitely a bull.

#strong #meaty #bull #policeman #pecs

[octuscle]

I love muscled men in uniform. Do you think you could make me a huge cop or soldier?

Seriously, who doesn't love muscular men in uniform? Well, I'm totally into that type too. Pure masculinity made flesh and Heat!

The demand is quite high, but I would still have a very cool preset for a German policeman here. Your name will be Maximilian and you live near Frankfurt am Main. Thanks to his tattoos, Max is often used for undercover operations in the red light district. And in his spare time he is into mixed martials arts. And brawls in the soccer stadium. Being a policeman and a hooligan doesn't have to be a contradiction in terms.

Would that be something? Then just press the "Activate" button in the presets. If not, get in touch!

Best source for pictures like this is of course @uniformincar

#uniform tf #male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #inked man #male transformation #muscle transformation

[queerstuffonscreen]

Free Fall (Freier Fall) (2013)

100 min.

Country: Germany

Genre: Drama, Romance

Language: German (stream with English subtitles)

A promising career with the police, a baby on the way... Marc's life seems to be right on track. Then he meets fellow policeman Kay and during their regular jogs Marc experiences a never-before-felt sense of ease and effortlessness - and what it means to fall in love with another man.

Watch on Roku

#Free Fall #Freier Fall #drama #romance #G #gay #gay movies #gay films #B #bi #bisexual #bisexual movies #bisexual films #lgbtq movies #lgbtq films #queer movies #queer films #lgbt #lgbtq

[uniformbdg]

#handcuffs #german police #boots #handschellen #Stiefel #polizei bayern #gloves #policeman

[scotianostra]

On 17th August 2010 Bill Millin, piper to Lord Lovat at D Day, died, aged 88.

Born on 14th July 1922 Saskatchewan, Canada to a father of Scottish origin who moved the family to Canada but returned to Glasgow as a policeman when William was three. He grew up and went to school in the Shettleston are of the city. He joined the Territorial Army in Fort William, where his family had moved, and played in the pipe bands of the Highland Light Infantry and the Queen's Own Cameron Highlanders before volunteering as a commando and training with Lovat at Achnacarry along with French, Dutch, Belgian, Polish, Norwegian, and Czechoslovakian troops.

Lord Lovat had appointed his personal piper during commando training at Achnacarry, and was the only man during the D Day landing who wore a kilt – it was the same Cameron tartan kilt his father had worn in Flanders during World War I – and he was armed only with his pipes and the sgian-dubh sheathed inside his kilt-hose on the right side.

Taken from accounts of 6th June 1944 on Sword Beach Normandy.

Bill began his apparently suicidal serenade immediately upon jumping from the ramp of the landing craft into the icy water on D Day. As the Cameron tartan of his kilt floated to the surface he struck up with Hieland Laddie. He continued even as the man behind him was hit, dropped into the sea and sank.Once ashore Millin did not run, but walked up and down the beach, blasting out a series of tunes. After Hieland Laddie, Lovat, the commander of 1st Special Service Brigade (1 SSB), raised his voice above the crackle of gunfire and the crump of mortar, and asked for another. Millin strode up and down the water’s edge playing The Road to the Isles.

Bodies of the fallen were drifting to and fro in the surf. Soldiers were trying to dig in and, when they heard the pipes, many of them waved and cheered — although one came up to Millin and called him a “mad bastard”.His worst moments were when he was among the wounded. They wanted medical help and were shocked to see this figure strolling up and down playing the bagpipes. To feel so helpless, Millin said afterwards, was horrifying. For many other soldiers, however, the piper provided a unique boost to morale. “I shall never forget hearing the skirl of Bill Millin’s pipes,” said one, Tom Duncan, many years later. “It is hard to describe the impact it had. It gave us a great lift and increased our determination. As well as the pride we felt, it reminded us of home and why we were there fighting for our lives and those of our loved ones.”

When the brigade moved off, Millin was with the group that attacked the rear of Ouistreham. After the capture of the town, he went with Lovat towards Bénouville, piping along the road.

They were very exposed, and were shot at by snipers from across the canal. Millin stopped playing. Everyone threw themselves flat on the ground — apart from Lovat, who went down on one knee. When one of the snipers scrambled down a tree and dived into a cornfield, Lovat stalked him and shot him. He then sent two men into the corn to look for him and they came back with the corpse. “Right, Piper,” said Lovat, “start the pipes again.”

At Bénouville, where they again came under fire, the CO of 6 Commando asked Millin to play them down the main street. He suggested that Millin should run, but the piper insisted on walking and, as he played Blue Bonnets Over the Border, the commandos followed.

When they came to the crossing which later became known as Pegasus Bridge, troops on the other side signalled frantically that it was under sniper fire. Lovat ordered Millin to shoulder his bagpipes and play the commandos over. “It seemed like a very long bridge,” Millin said afterwards.

The pipes were damaged by shrapnel later that day, but remained playable. Millin was surprised not to have been shot, and he mentioned this to some Germans who had been taken prisoner.They said that they had not shot at him because they thought he had gone off his head.

The pictures shows Millin playing at Edinburgh Castle in 2001, on Sword beach, 1994 and his statue there which was unveiled in 2013.

#scotland #scottish #history #musician #bagpipes #d day landings #Soldier #World War 2

[siriusleee]

adamantine chains | part 2

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A retelling of Cupid and Psyche. König | Reader | 2.1k tags: no tw for this chapter, eventual smut, eventual death, idk yet request a fic here | buy me a coffee so I don't have to work overtime and can write more chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

You're frozen to the cracked pleather chair. You're gripping its armrests so tightly that your fingertips are turning numb. König is speaking to one of the police officers, low and quick - too quick for you to make out any of the few German words you do know. 

When König had first brought you to the police station, you had wondered if he would take the mask off for the general public, but he'd kept it on. The police acted like it was a normal, everyday occurrence to have a masked giant in their midst; you didn't want to question it. He had already done you so much kindness that you could never repay it - you didn't want to offend him. 

You catch part of the conversation - the policeman's quip after hanging up the phone. He'd had a short phone call after König had gestured wildly to the phone, his voice growing louder in the small office. With a terribly confused look, the policeman spoke directly to König.

"Es gibt keine Aufzeichnungen über jemanden mit diesen Namen in Österreich."

You don't resurface until König's hand is on your elbow and he's pulling you out of the chair. Outside it's warm, but you can't help but shiver. König waits until the two of you are away from the police station before turning to speak with you.

"The officer says there is no record of you or your fiance in Austria. How did you get here?"

"We flew in on his private plane."

"Private plane?"

"Yes, he's a contractor for-"

You falter, realizing what must have happened. 

A contractor for the government.

You think back on a conversation you'd had what seemed a million years ago. You and your fiance had just begun dating when he made it a point to tell you that he never traveled under his real name. And you didn't have to present a passport when you boarded the private jet - you'd given your passport to your fiance and he told you that he'd have everything taken care of. You had never been in a private jet before and figured that's the way it was supposed to happen.

You start to shake. The concrete beneath your feet dips wildly. 

"I have to - I need to sit down."

König helps you to the ground, but he stays standing above you. Your stomach rolls, and you feel like you're going to throw up the breakfast Oma made for you that morning. 

"König, what am I going to do? If I'm not supposed to be here, how am I going to get home? My fiance-"

König cuts you off.

"Do not worry, Taube. I will help you figure this out. Do you have family that is missing you?"

"My father. Although he probably won't realize I'm missing for a while - he wasn't even invited to my wedding."

König is polite enough not to comment. Instead, he lowers himself down beside you, eyes cast and fixed on the concrete. 

"I don't have an ID or a passport. I don't even have my phone. König, what am I supposed to do?"

"Hush, Taube. We will figure it out. Until then you can stay with Oma."

Your hands pressed against your face, pushing your eyes hard enough to see stars. You aren't sure how long you sit there trying to get over the panic that is slowly peaking inside of you. Eventually, it simmers low enough that you can move your hands; blinded by the sunlight, you squint towards König, thinking back on what he just said.

"You don't live with Oma?"

"Nein. I have my own home, farther into the mountains than Oma's. But I am often gone for work, so it sits empty. You are welcome to stay there if you'd like. I can have food and supplies brought there for you."

You speak before thinking. 

"I would like that. I don't want to be a burden on Oma. Who knows how long it will take for me to get home, to get ahold of anyone." 

Another thought occurs to you, throwing you off of the small balance you managed to obtain.

"Oh my god - if there's no record of me flying into the country I can't even call the embassy. I don't have a visa or anything. I'm here illegally."

You can feel it: a full-blown panic attack building inside of you. König speaks and you take his quick pace as a way to distract you. 

"Speaking of supplies, we should get you some more clothes. You cannot keep wearing my old clothes," König says with a hint of a chuckle. "Komm mit mir. I will take you shopping."

You protest, pushing yourself to your feet. 

"König I can't let you do that. I have no way of repaying you for god knows how long; I don't have much money anyway."

"Don't worry, Taube. I have plenty of money. Come, there is a clothing store down the road."

König leaves you there, at the store. You don't know what to expect, but the woman jumping to her feet the moment König entered, her eyelashes fluttering at the sight of König was not it. König promised you he'd be back to get you soon, and he left you as the woman chattered at you in German you couldn't reply to. The pile of clothes on the counter grows until you can't see over it anymore. You reach out to pick up the top piece of fabric; you blush when you realize it's a pair of blue satin panties. The bell above the door rings; you turn to find König there. Suddenly embarrassed, you shove the panties underneath the pile of other clothes - your fingertips feel burnt where they touched the satin.

König speaks to the saleswoman before beckoning you towards him.

"She will pack it up and have it brought to my house for you. Let's get dinner before we go back."

You follow him, magnetized to the one familiar thing in this sea of confusion, your anchor in this thrashing sea. 

The two of you don't speak to each other as you eat; you try not to stare when König lifts his mask up just enough to eat. You catch a glimpse of a sharp chin and blond stubble. You eat slowly, your stomach trying to adjust to the situation. 

"I forgot to tell you, your camera is fixed."

"What? How?"

König shifts in his seat, you lean across the table towards him, hand outstretched to touch one of his. He draws away from you like you're made of fire, but you don't recognize the action. 

"I took it to a camera repair man in town once I brought you home. He was able to dry it out - he said the film was ruined, but the camera should work. I took it home to surprise you."

You feel a rush of warmth toward the masked man.

"König, how am I supposed to repay you for all of this? I would be dead without you. I am-"

"Halten sie bitte an. Es ist nichts. It is nothing."

But it isn't nothing. You spend the drive to König's house trying to find a way to say thank you to him - for everything, but you're not sure you'll ever be able to. The drive is long, twice the length it took to get into town from Oma's house. The small stone houses thin out until the two of you are on a long stretch of road.

For a moment, you think it would be smart to be scared, to be worried about the man in the driver's seat. You watch the way his hands hold the steering wheel and remember how they had held you in the mountain - how his touch had felt so light you had thought it was a West Wind that picked you up to carry you to safety. And you can't bring yourself to fear anything other than a quiet apprehension. Besides, you think to yourself, shifting in the seat to get comfortable, you have no other choice, no other way home.

König's house is almost a carbon copy of Oma's, a picturesque photo of the Austrian countryside. A truck is parked out front and a young man carries in boxes. A box with the same name as the clothing store König took you to early sits outside. 

The evening passes quietly: König outside sorting firewood for the fireplace and you put the boxes of food away. The house has a thin layer of dust, and you think that König was only telling a partial truth when he said he was here sometimes. It seems like he was never here. 

You watch König from the kitchen window, admiring the way he barely seems to use any strength to swing the axe, the way he almost blocked out the mountainside with his size. He's midswing when he freezes, and you think perhaps he hurt himself until he pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. Even from this distance, you can see how small it is in his hands. He turns away from the house to speak, and when he turns back you can tell he's not happy, his pace brisk as he makes his way back to the house.

"Mein Täubchen, I will be gone tomorrow for work. I do not know when I will be back, but I will try to contact your father for you while I am gone."

Your eyebrows knit together, and you lean against the counter. 

"How long will you be gone?"

"I do not know. A week or more. While I am gone, do not worry. If you need anything, just say my name at the store and it will be yours."

You bite your lip, and sigh. You want to protest, to force him to stay with you. But you know you can't - you shouldn't. He is doing you enough kindness by making sure that you're taken care of.

"How are you going to contact my dad?" His eyes, so expressive at every other step of today, are suddenly fragments of the mask, slotted into space to stop you from analyzing him. 

"I will be working with some Americans. I will see if they can find a way to talk to him." 

His demeanor has changed; the shift is nearly palpable in the small kitchen. He stands rigid, every muscle in his body tense, and for the first time you realize how large he is; you realize that he must have been slouching every moment since you first saw him. The fear you felt when you first saw him starts to creep back in; you start to realize how ridiculous this entire situation is. 

You're lost in a foreign country you shouldn't even be in, secluded in the mountain with a man who won't even show his face, and spent the whole day buying supplies to leave you stranded alone. 

"I have to leave early in the morning. I will start a fire for you - it is going to be cold tonight. I will leave you my car if you need anything, to go to Oma or to buy something. If you need something, just mention my name and it is yours."

"How do you-"

"Do not ask questions, Taube."

His voice cuts through any other questions you might have - it leaves you frozen, hands gripping the butcher block countertop so hard your knuckles are white as the reality of the situation crashes into you. 

True to his word, König starts a fire for you before he disappears into his room (yours directly across). The lock on his door clicks shut. 

It's the confusing time of night when the day borders on the night- the sounds of the morning birds mixing with the scent of dew on the Monkshood- when the sound of tires on gravel wake you up from dreams of wolves stalking you through the mountains. You're frozen to your bed, quilt crushed to your chest and a thin sheen of sweat coating your body. 

Headlights cut through the bedroom window. You want to peek out, to see who is picking up König, but the chill in the air tells you it's a bad idea. 

König's steps shatter the silence outside your door. Wild thoughts of human trafficking have your heart beating wildly, but it slows when you hear König walk past your door, and the front door open. The vague sounds of men shouting can be heard through the window, and your curiosity finally gets the better of you. You scramble out of the bed, tripping on the blanket and catching yourself on the bedframe. Your hands hit the windowsill in time to see a massive black truck, a carbon copy of the SWAT trucks you've seen on television turn around, tires eating the grass and flowers. 

You watch the truck disappear into the distance with a horrible sense of finality. 

#konig imagine #konig x reader #konig call of duty #könig fluff #könig x oc #könig x y/n #König x you #König call of duty #König #konig mw2 #konig cod #call of duty mwii #my fics

[cipheramnesia]

hi :) i know youve already answered recs for queer horror movies, but do you know of any more trans horror movies, specifically?

Trans horror films by and staring trans people is pretty thin. I'm not versed enough in the small and indie short film world where I think most of these are likely to be found. The closest I know to a mainstream horror movie with a trans protagonist played by a trans actor is Bit, which is a movie so bad I would have not finished it otherwise. Not recommended.

My most controversial pick is probably going to be Sleepaway Camp 2+3. I've talked about this series at length and it's probably going to in the trans movie discussion for as long as humanity exists. That said, I find trans woman slasher Angela Baker delightful fun. The first movie is a different animal and it's um something.

The Wild Boys is honestly amazing. I don't know if there's a right way to go describing this, but the basic premise is a group of murderous juvenile delinquent boys are shipwrecked on an island which slowly transforms them into women. Women all play the roles of the delinquent boys, creating a strong sense of realism. It's a strange, violent, queer, surreal French film and I would call it a queer horror essential.

Titane wasn't intended as a trans movie by its director, but its also hard not to interpret trans elements in a movie where a woman disguises herself as a man including breaking her own nose to radically alter her face, eventually is sort of taken on as an adoptive son, and never really wholly returns to any feminine roles. Much like The Wild Boys, it's a glorious and surreal movie and another movie I'd consider required viewing.

Boarding School is a whole lot. I'd say it needs some trigger warnings for child abuse, child death, and nazi / holocaust trauma at least. Boarding School is a strange and highly distressing mixture of revenge, ghost story, and child abandonment, all wrapped around a young trans child exploring gender. It's a stunning, gorgeous and dreamlike movie. Not precisely surreal, but paralogical in places.

We're All Going To The World's Fair is by a trans filmmaker! Fuck yes! I wouldn't call it mainstream, and it's clearly on the experimental end of the film spectrum, but it's widely critically acclaimed and has a lot of trans feeling put into. I'd also recommend it for atmosphere and a sort of quiet sense of emotional unrest. Filmmaker Jane Schoenbrun's next film, I Saw The TV Glow has been picked up by A24, so keep an eye out for it.

Bad Things is sort of the inverse of World's Fair, a queer movie staring queer and trans actors, it's, well, fine. For a film with a banger of an idea (The Shining but all queer) and so much queerness in the production, it's shockingly flat, listless even, as if no one wants to be on the set. But, well it exists I guess.

Der Samurai is hard to say if it's intentionally trans, but features a strange gender ambiguous figure in a gorgeous flowing dress who terrorizes a small German town with a samurai sword and seems to be seducing a young, lone policeman through the night. Ultimately tragic in its conclusion, still a beautiful film and dear to my heart.

Lastly, I want to give a shout out to the Chucky movie series. Starting with Seed Of Chucky and going through at least season two, it gets very weird with gender and is very queer.

#trans horror

[erovalkyrie]

LONG HELL-GERMAN IN "DISCO ELYSIUM"

The German version of DE will sometimes play up the *bureaucratic hell-german* to fit the tone, such as the anti-object task force

ANTIOBJEKT-EINSATZKOMMANDO

My personal favourite being "misconduct fine" which is too long for the dialogue box

ORDNUNGSWIDRIGKEITSBUSSGELD

lit. order misconduct fine money (and it sounds absolutely like something a policeman would bark at you)

#disco elysium #german disco elysium #fun with translation #localisation #german language #harry du bois #thought cabinet

[maytheleiabewyou]

Analysis of the German gay film #freefall / #freierfall PART 1

For the 10th anniversary (omg! 10 years already!) of one of my favorite movies I decided to make an analysis of the film and especially of the scenes between these two great actors. Max Riemelt and Hanno Koffler. Kay and Marc. Marc and Kay. Yes, I'm in love with both of them. It's a movie that I don't know how many times I've seen that without knowing German I know the dialogues by heart. I hope you appreciate it and above all that this will encourage the fandom and the possible realization of the second part, which I am looking forward to. From time to time I will upload parts analyzing the film from my perspective after having seen it so many times and having understood different nuances over the years.

HERE IT IS PART 1:

The film begins at the police academy training where we immediately see that, in a practice on the athletics track, Marc is not able to keep up with his teammates and is falling behind until the group is already well ahead of him. While he is panting, he can't take it anymore and just walks while his teammates continue running.

After this scene we can already appreciate the first moment where the protagonists, Marc and Kay share something more than a shot and that is that (for the moment) they are roommates. Marc decides to get up early for what presumably is to go to practice the speed test that as we have witnessed in the first minutes of the film is one of his weak points. What should be noted, moreover, is that in the first scene of the film, the advanced student at the head of the group of runners is, precisely, Kay. Before Marc leaves the room we already have the first joke of Kay towards Marc where he tells him lying down with a jocular tone "how much God helps the early risers", Marc's response and to which we will have to get used to is to look at Kay and tell him everything with this gesture without uttering a word, but sketching a small smile.

In the next appearance of both, although we already see friction between their bodies, it is not a friendly one, but rather, they are immersed in another police practice, this time with the riot uniform on where they recreate a demonstration and what it would mean to charge against the violent people who confront the police. Kay pretends to be one of them while Marc lines up with another group of comrades making a common police front. Marc takes the lead in the attack after the instructor's express order and it is not quite clear why in the following scene. Kay bursts in with force to take down the policeman who is blocking his way, as it could not be otherwise it is a Marc- Kay melee.

Why do the two end up arguing and with unbridled aggression? The answer is confusing. Perhaps Marc in an attempt to forget his poor performance in the speed test wants to stand out this time. Albeit in a dirty way, as he achieves his purpose by taking Kay to the ground after kicking him. Or is it just an excuse involving both of them to keep them together because after Kay abruptly gets up from the floor he starts insulting Marc and Marc doesn't stand still, but answers him and confronts him too. Be that as it may, the two are called to attention and forced to pay a visit to the director of the academy to somehow fix what just happened. Without knowing how to answer what happened in this scene, it is certain that their joint reprimand plants the seed of friendship between the police trainees.

The smoke, the cigarettes and the simple act of smoking embodies the meeting point between the two and for that very reason, blessed tobacco. After having passed by the director's office, they meet again, as if not smoking in the street. And here is the exact moment where the chemistry between them begins. In this scene Kay makes his famous joke towards the head of the academy with his phrase "a real poet that Brandt", jokes that Marc begins to love as he lets out a laugh.

I also want to highlight the small details. The small details are everything. Hence the reason for this analysis. Kay asks Marc if he has a light to light his cigarette and he was about to take Marc's hand where he had the cigarette and bring it close to his to light it, a scene that we will see later on that not only will make Marc slightly uncomfortable, but also shows the unresolved sexual tension between them and how it is precisely the small details that will make them both fall in love with each other. Here comes Marc's forgiveness of Kay for his attitude at practice earlier and his attraction to the blonde-haired man. Kay starts smoking not just any cigarette but a joint. If there is one adjective that defines Kay it is bravery and fearlessness. He is smoking marijuana in the middle of the police academy after having been reprimanded by the director (!!)

Can that turn us on more? Marc also shows that he is not only attracted to this, even if he resists, but that he likes it, because he ends up accepting the puff that Kay offers him. Kay's courage seems to have no limits and they decide to go to the academy pool at night, defying all the rules. Marc keeps asking him if he's crazy, but he follows Kay and they both end up taking a dip in the pool and playing with each other. This scene is THE scene.

It is because of this scene that their love language begins to develop. All couples have their own language where there are words or even phrases that only they know what they mean. This is where Kay in order to entice Marc to take a bath with him says the "pussy" thing to him, appealing to Marc's masculinity and manliness. Obviously his pride as a man does not allow him to look like a pussy in the eyes of others and that word from Kay will be the impetus to make Marc take action. Throughout the film the word "pussy" will make them both smile at each other when they hear it.

#free fall #freier fall #marc x kay #max riemelt #hanno koffler #gay cinema #gay movies #lgtbq characters #gay story #hope you like it #love language #gay love

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

My brain is FULL of TH fic ideas but I've already got 3 WIP and most of them are just "what if"s with no plot so I'll just post them here I guess and maybe some writing god hears me/ reads them and someone else actually uses them.

Here's Nr. 1:

Frerin did in fact NOT die at Azanulbizar but was transported into our modern world, sometime in the second half of the 19th century.

After some adjusting (industrialization is in full force but it's still not as 'bad' as it would be rn) he builds a life, him being a dwarf meaning that he ages extremely slowly compared to us lowly humans so he has to move after a while and again and again.

He lives in the UK, US, France, Germany, Italy, Finland.....

He fights in both world wars depending on where he lives during that time (WW1 on the German side, WW2 on the UK's), other than that he goes to university and works all kind of jobs like policeman, fireman, soldier, teacher, carpenter,smith, weaver, factory worker, violinist etc etc etc

Around 1900 he meets this fella J R R Tolkien and befriends him, and after a time finds out that his friend is writing books about middle Earth, not only that, but one about his very own brother. Tolkien apparently is a seer of some kind because it's still almost a century until "The Hobbit" would happen (he does the math).

Frerin helps Tolkien with authenticity for his books, because the dude is smart and found out about Frerin after he corrected his Khuzdul one time to many.

Anyhow, after reading what will happen to his family, he becomes a mite bit obsessed with returning to Middle Earth and having ammased quite some wealth and with the help of some friends in high places starts founding various research projects into things like teleportation, multiverse, magic, alchemy, you name it. He also becomes a member of the Freemasons due to his occult knowledge.

In around 80 years there's almost no progress towards Frerin's goal of returning home, he does still have a research company but only a small group of mostly students works on the multiverse hypothesis, the rest does all kinds of stuff, technology, energy, whatever.

He has for the time being settled somewhere in Scandinavia, is a College Professor for Sociology and Political Science and volunteers as a social worker for troubled children.

He is fostering 2 or 3 children himself (ages 6 - 16) and has two grown up adopted children that still live & work with him (they found out about him), a guy & a lass ( both early twenties).

Somehow (don't ask I don't know) the whole household (meaning Frerin, his two young adult children, the foster children, his south American householder, her tiny dog and their personal Butler (more of a live-in family friend by now, think Niles from "The Nanny") all get sucked into a portal or whatever end get spit out into Middle Earth.

Not at Ered Luin of course, that would be easy, no, but somewhere extremely inconvenient. The Lone lands, the Brown lands, Moria, something along the lines of "we are so fucked".

So now it is a few years (1-3, or the characters have too much time to become Mary-Sues), before the quest to Erebor, and they have to reach Thorin before than and somehow survive a world filled with orcs (and elves!) while juggling a 6 year old, a tiny & barky dog, a cliché Mamacita, a British butler, and Frerin's realisation that he has gotten much too used to modern convenience.

(my weak ass would probably include some romance between one/more than one of the original characters and the canon characters, I'm a sucker for Fili or Kili x OFM and rare pairings like KilixBifur or ThorinxNori and I want Frerin to date an elf or Bard I think.)

.... Does this sound like something you would read/write? I'd maybe try to write this with someone else, alone I don't dare to. What do y'all think?

#the hobbit #tolkien #middle earth #fili and kili #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #fíli #the hobbit fanfiction #kili durin #kíli #frerin #hobbit au #fanfic #fanfic ideas #the hobbit imagine #MGiME #modern character in middle earth