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melles1276 · 2 months
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"Gemütlich"
So ... according to this (very, very) small article in my local newspaper, there's apparently a video out there, where Sebastian actually speaks German during a press conference held at the #Berlinale2024.
And I definitely have to see (hear) this!
Do any of you have more information about this?
Here's the translation:
The favorite German word of US actor Sebastian Stan (41) is "gemütlich."*
"I can't remember, but I can understand a little bit,"** said the Englisch-speaking "Avengers" star in German on the sidelines of the Berlinale. Stan was born in Romania in 1982 and grew up partly in Vienna before moving to the USA at the age of 12. He won a Silver Bear for best acting performance in "A different man". (dpa)
*) "comfortable"
**) to be precise, his German syntax was wrong, but that's exactly what's so cute about him. Just for the fun of the German language, it must be: "Ich kann mich nicht mehr daran erinnern, aber ich kann ein bisschen davon verstehen." If I go word by word, he actually said: "I can't remember, but a little I can understand."
Source: Kehler Zeitung (Germany) / February 27th, 2024 via dpa (Deutsche Presse Agentur)
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blorbocedes · 25 days
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if literally any driver other than lewis hamilton was his teammate, like if merc had gone with hulkenberg like they'd scouted for a while nico rosberg would be a 4x wdc rn and because the car was that goated, and his entire perception by fans would be different.
he won his first (and only race that year) in 2012. and in 2013 he won 2 races. from 2014-2016 he won 20 races, while having peak lewis fucking hamilton as his teammate. 20 races in 3 years. he was fucking fast
valtteri bottas won 10 races over the span of 5 years in merc for rocketship reference, and checo perez won 5 races with redbull over 3 years.
when ppl think nico is the hope for second drivers to pull off a wdc against their generational teammate, they're wrong. bc he's not the trend, he's the statistical anomaly. and he was no second driver.
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powerfultenderness · 10 months
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Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!
🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!
Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!
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König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.
He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.
“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.
“Aieee!”
You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.
“König! Let me down!”
Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”
You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”
Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.
“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).
“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.
For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-
“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.
“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!
You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”
You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.
He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.
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Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”
You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.
“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.
You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”
“Can I sit on your face?”
His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”
He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.
Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.
You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”
He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.
“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.
“What?”
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“König!”
“WHAT!”
“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”
“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.
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[More neighbor König]
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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Every time I read Fernando cursing in fic, I can only think about this clip and then my brain short-circuits
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echotunes · 1 month
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hugo said he was first asked to join qsmp at the beginning of may last year (he checked the message date it was may 3rd), but declined at the time because there were no other german-speaking CCs on the server so it was a scary prospect. he's also said other german speakers had also been asked but nobody accepted, likely for similar reasons. but now that he's joined he kind of regrets not having accepted sooner because he thinks the server is really cool
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cerise-on-top · 6 months
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Giving König a Bracelet to Help with His Anxiety
@puff0o0 Hey, I'm the anon who said they'd write this! I know you deleted that ask, which is why I'm not really sure if you care about this anymore in the first place, so if this bothers you, just tell me and I'll delete it! Either way, I hope it's enjoyable enough and thank you for the idea!
From the doorway you watched the behemoth go about his day, with him currently picking out the food he would like to make. From what you could see, both options he weighed seemed to have been some form of pasta, although his large frame did cover the picture of the second bag. With a sigh, he put down one of them, the winner seemingly being noodles with broccoli sauce.
“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.”
Fascinating, he was speaking his mother tongue again, but seemingly in the way where no machine translator in the world could help you. Strange as it was, to have been so confident in what little German you did know, there were many times you failed to understand him, but that’s what made it all the more charming as well. Either way, dialect or not, you had something else planned, something transcending language.
Creeping up to him, like a benevolent shadow, you took the piece of jewelry out of your pocket, holding it in your hand as you gave it another quick glance. It should fit him, but hopefully, it won’t pinch him too much. Seemingly distracted by the packet of noodles, or maybe he was just playing along with you, it was hard to tell, you stood behind him, not making a move. It was a bit ironic in your eyes: The gift you had gotten him takes its bearer’s anxiety and cleanses it, yet here you were, worried he might not like it. It still wasn’t too late to go back, or maybe leave it somewhere for him to find. Which, however, would make way for another problem, mainly that he would think it belonged to you when such couldn’t be further from the truth. You were certain König was a different man on the battlefield, fierce, frightening, fatal, but when it came to domestic things, he seemed a bit lost.
He was a sweetheart to you at all times, very aware of his strength and how easily he could hurt you by accident. He’s cracked several eggs on his hand instead of inside the frying pan, he’s even broken glass by holding it. And even then, the problem wasn’t the splitters in his hand, he was more worried about you being mad at him for breaking it. The guilt in his eyes was something else as you patched him up.
“I don’t deserve someone like you.”
And every time anew, you would tell him:
“Who said that?! Who do I need to cuddle the sadness out of?!”
Stupid as it was, it would always make him smile. But you couldn’t always be there with him, reassure him that everything was going to be alright. You probably didn’t need to, but you couldn’t help but want to, no matter what. For as scared as you were this time, you had to bite the bullet, let it be known that you loved and cared for him, even got him something. “Honey?”
“Oh, you’re back home. I am so glad to see you, I was just about to make dinner. Say, do you like broccoli?”
König turned to face you, his slight excitement was evident in his voice, the fact he tried to swallow it down even more so. It was adorable how his eyes almost glistened in the artificial light just because he was looking at you instead of pasta instructions now.
Softening your grip on the small bracelet, you hadn’t even realized you were gripping tightly enough to cause pain, you put your other hand on top of it, making sure to conceal it entirely. This was all or nothing. “I, uh, got you something. Can I have your arm for a moment, please?”
“Naturally.” Taking the pack of pasta into his other hand, he extended his arm towards you. It never ceased to amaze you just how big it was, his hand, too. He could likely take someone’s skull and crush it using just one. But in that moment, all it did was hang there, giving you the opportunity to attach the bracelet. That you did, putting the hook through the loop to make sure it wouldn’t fall off.
“There we go.”
König lifted his arm towards his face, inspecting the little accessory closely. While he wasn’t quite sure what those pretty crystals were, he could make an educated guess, having listened to you talk about them from time to time. The purple one, he was sure, he could make out fairly easily, the faintly pink one made his gears turn for a moment. “...amethyst and rose quartz? Is that what those are?”
“Oh, you actually remembered.” Taken aback for a second, you recovered quickly enough, taking his arm into your hands. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand. “But yes, that’s what they are. Good job, König, that makes me really happy.” Flashing him a smile, you took a shaky breath. “I got you this because it will help with your anxiety, though it seems like I should have one myself, haha. The amethyst calms the mind and the rose quartz will soothe the heart. But generally speaking, rose quartz will also help you when you can’t sleep at night. I want this to be yours so you will be well wherever you are.”
König’s eyes widened for a moment, breaking eye contact with you to look at the bracelet instead. It was absolutely gorgeous, a reminder from you that everything will be alright, no matter when or where he may be. Softly, he rubbed your arm with his free hand before pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t complain, he was tall, strong and warm. It calmed your senses, feeling his arms wrap around you, as he muttered his gratitude to you.
“Danke, Schatzi, ich hab dich so so lieb, du hast ja gar keine Ahnung.”
That German seemed to be easier to understand than what he said about the noodles earlier.
“I love you too. Be well and come back to me always, alright? Do you promise you will do that for me?”
You pulled away from the hug, putting a hand on König’s cheek while caressing it gently with your thumb.
“Yes, of course.”
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“I hoff meim Liebling werdn’s schmecken. Guad sans jo eigentlich scho.” = "I hope my darling will like it. They are normally pretty good."
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magistralucis · 22 days
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pronouncing the necron 'sz': personal rating list*
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broke: /s/ only ('seras')
woke: /z/ only ('zeras')
provoke: /s/ and /z/ pronounced separately ('s-ze-ras')
bespoke: /ʂ/ or /ʃ/ ('scheras')
invoke: tensed fricative /s͈/ ('sseras')
misspoke: /s/ but evil ('ßeras')
(* Further notes in tags.)
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lanotteviene · 7 months
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anyway it's funny in an interesting way how the internet turned Kafka into the sad boy with an existentialist + romantic flavour instead of the author of seminal works about alienation & the confusing, painful contrast between what society deems normal and what Isn't. how the rules that establish that divide aren't made clear, how to the marginalized they seem ever-changing, impossible to grasp, surreal to the point of despair.
if you've ever felt overwhelmed by the absurdity of a system that seems legitimately against you instead of for you, if you've had days or months or years where language or cultural barriers have made you feel wrong to your core, if you've dealt with so much stress or mental illness or abuse that you've struggled to recognize yourself in the mirror his work talks about your struggles and would probably speak to you
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flatoutin-eaurouge · 21 days
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Mika being forced to dance to German Schlager music with people he doesn't know on the German version of David Letterman 😭😭😭
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(Servus TV)
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ot3 · 4 months
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just saw someone in the tags of one of my posts say edgeworth would have a german accent because he grew up in germany... i'm not sure this person understands how accents work...
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lavenoon · 9 months
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I got a new tattoo!!
@naffeclipse so he can't come to the appointment, but he can look at the result <3
*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/ she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
(tat pic under cut, warning for my bare, complaining about being shaved leg lmao)
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I'll now go back to not including my tattoos in my doodles unless they suit me, because man that's a lot of lines lmao
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natjennie · 1 year
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the best part of bbc ghosts is that it's not just silly crazy zany ghosts and StraightFaced People having to put up with them like. the ghosts all sometimes hate each other too and alison and mike are just as bonkers as them sometimes. you must understand that in a muppet version of bbc ghosts like. humphrey's head would be the real person if anything. none of them are free from tomfoolery.
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Alex Turner @ Hurricane Festival 2011 [X]
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b1odeuwed · 5 months
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one really nice thing to come of chayanne’s admin change is that we get see him, tallulah and phil hang out a lot more often!! :D i really missed watching him and phil hang out <3
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fran-kubelik · 4 months
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I actually had a good bit of sympathy, just on a human level, for Sandra's French husband in Anatomy of a Fall riiiiiight up until the moment he complained about her being "linguistically selfish" or whatever the fuck he said because they had to speak English to communicate. Motherfucker, she is GERMAN.
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