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therealdostoevsky · 1 year

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you have fictional boyfriends. i have fictional fathers. we're not the same.

#I'm traumatized because my father didn't love me enough #bookblr #litblr #dark academia #dark academia books #books #classic books #book aesthetic #books and libraries #books and literature #classic literature #lit #classic lit #literature #the book thief #harry potter #hagrid #hans hubermann

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niftywaffle · 4 months

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They (well, most of them) have my heart❤️:)

#my art #the book thief #markus zusak #the book thief fanart #liesel meminger #max vandenburg #hans hubermann #rosa hubermann #rudy steiner #frau holtzapfel

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 1 year

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Here are the 16 most suggested character (for now)

Greg Universe (Steven universe)

Jean Valjean (les misérables)

Hans Hubermann (the book thief)

Din Djarin (the mandalorian)

Calvin’s dad (Calvin and Hobbes)

Augustus Aquato (psychonauts)

Reigen Arakata (mob psycho 100)

Bob Blecher (bob’s burgers)

Pyrrha Dve (the locked tomb)

Seteth (fire emblem)

Iruka Umino (Naruto)

Bandit Heeler (bluey)

Subject Delta (bioshock)

Joel Miller (the last of us)

Drake Millard/Darkwing Duck (dark wing duck)

Kaname Date (AI: the Somnium files)

These are characters who currently have a 100% chance of making it into the final bracket. Some characters have already landed a spot via Propaganda!

Explanation on propaganda

Basic code of conduct

Also

Here is the form

Also 4 are already picked by me! Including Bruno! Three have I already sent propaganda for.

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thedadbracket · 1 year

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THE DAD BRACKET: ROUND 3

Dr. Alex Malto - Transformers: Earthspark / Hans Hubermann - The Book Thief

If you like what I’m doing, reblog so others can participate! And remember: Bring your favorites up, don’t bring the others down!

#brackets #alex malto #transformers #maccadam #hans hubermann #the book thief #round 3 #the bracket

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 26 Group 130

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Cooper Gang: Sly Cooper, Bentley, Murray

Submissions are still open!

Cooper Gang:

Sly and Bentley and Murray are literally the most ride or die for each other, they would literally do anything for each other. Bentley saved Sly's life during a panic attack in the first game. The only thing that snapped Murray out of his depression spiral in the third game was Bentley getting hurt and pleading for his help. Bentley launched a train through a wall to break his buddies out of jail. Sly and Murray risked everything to break Bentley out of a hospital when he was being held there by the police. They love each other so much and they're brothers your honor.

(honorable mention to the other cooper gang members who join in the third game: the Guru, Penelope, the Panda King, and Dimitri. I didn't include them in my submission because I wanted to focus on the core three but they all count and they're valid members of the found family. Shhhh we don't talk about the fourth game)

Rosa, Hans, Liesel & Max:

😭😭😭

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wierdshenanigans · 9 months

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Nobody talk to me I just finished The Book Thief and I am a fundamentally changed person now

#the book thief #liesel meminger #rudy steiner #hans hubermann #Rosa hubermann #max vandenburg #Alex Steiner #Barbra steiner #Isla hermann #Death #Death is the narrator and they are a heartbreakingly good one

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mobilis-in-mobili · 9 months

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Without Fear of Infamy, I Answer You.

A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR

I am haunted by humans.

When Death utters those words unto Liesel Meminger's soul, he did so, not as a replacement or a respite, but as the truth. The only true one he knew. The Reaper of Souls though he may be, he, just as humanity, has been witness to, of not part of, suffering. He has seen our race fall down to the depths of Dante's inferno and rise above. Then, through all of this, why must be himself, the Spectre of Spectres, fear, or rather, remember us, the colours that we are?

We are an ironic species, us. We act antithetical to that which we wish to do. We suffer for happiness, we fight for peace, just as we give to gain. We are as Machiavellian as chronologically feasible, that when The Book Thief asks Death thus of her book, which was nonetheless, mankind as a metaphor, "Could you understand it?", he falters, for that is perhaps the one thing he - let alone all of humanity - will never be truly capable of – understanding itself. We may someday conquer the stars, but never ourselves. We're enigmas, every one of us, for To Understand is To Define, and as Oscar Wilde wrote, To Define is To Limit, and doubtlessly the human race is aught but predictable, and naught but limitless.

We cannot know us. For we love, and in that, we are love.

When Death says he is haunted by us, he does mean it. He has seen us at our best, and our worst. He has seen us give bread to starved prisoners on an empty stomach. He has seen us bomb the cities of those of our own, purely for power, and lay waste to Heaven. He has seen is shelter the accursed, and cry over our dead. He has seen us accuse our parents of cowardice, treachery and infamy. But most of all, he marvels at our capability and occasional indifference at dying and killing alike – for an idea. For words. Because it is not what we are born as that shapes us, but what we endure, for words can and do bring us together, just as well as they can break us apart.

Death is one who knows that the worst form of disability is in fact, Hatred, for there is no greater loss a soul knows than that of Love.

They say, "Nobody truly Dies", for their legacies live long and prosper long after they are gone. We can be all that we are, so long as we know and remember the people we were, for we are but amalgamations of the people we choose. And finally, when all is were, for we no longer are, those who love us will remember us, and perhaps, miss us. When English and German soldiers celebrated Christmas and played football together, they sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne, "We're here because we're here", it doesn't mean that our existences are for a reason we know naught about, if not purely for the fact that we exist. It means, that for as long as we are alive in the hearts of men and women, we will Be, for that is what we all are in the end, what Death loves us for – a Story. And a Story never really dies so as long as it is told, does it?

We remain alive unto Death itself after we ourselves aren't.

"There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate."

T. S Eliot could not have summed up the human race more beautifully when he wrote thus in his masterpiece, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. We create and destroy ourselves alike, and all indeed, to question why we are, and simultaneously stand by that which we believed in to affirm the same. And yet, amidst the chaos, we see order, and in that, hope. Men like Vincent van Gogh and Frederic Chopin, who have seen and known life at it's lowest, created such art that their pain and sorrow was turned into joyous hope, for they poured out their souls into that which they made, which inevitably rendered them gutwrenchingly beautiful. Bigger on the Inside, if you will. It only made sense, for they knew, that words and stories, though with neither a tangible beginning nor end, did exist, and in that, were loved and loved alike. The fact that what they poured out into their art could be resurrected, purely by trying to understand it for what it is, is nothing short of wondrous. We are that which can dream out loud.

Omnis Cellula E Cellula, after all.

Death is haunted by us, not for us being ironic in in existence alone, but truly, for us being ideas ourselves. We are such a beauteous species that we harbour upon the one Singularity that any life form, disregarding all barriers, can show unto its fellow consciousness, and that is Love. Death doesn't believe us to be ghosts. He believes us to be stories, and ideas, and only so, that our existences outlast us and culminate just as the final words of Liesel's book:

I have hated the words and

I have loved them,

and I hope I have made them right.

PS. Death believed, and does, that so long as there is life after death, there remains love, and that makes us immortal. Consciousness is not subjective to it's shell. And Love isn't something that we understand, because we cannot. It defines Everything. One could be infinitely brilliant at something, but upon failing to love it, would inevitably detest it. To Do and to Be, takes Love. And it isn't something that ends with death. It, unlike mundane finality, is forever, beyond the realms of Time. It passes, from the first running race in the mud, to the charcoal in the ears, to the book from the river, to the stolen apples, to the asking for a kiss though being indefinitely scared of it for he loved her too hard, to the acknowledgement that he Is no longer and neither will be, again, to the kissing of the dusty, bomb-hit lips, to the thinking of the boy with the hair the colour of lemons forever, just before she ceased to be – and moves on, beyond earthly existence, for there is no finality to Love.

Indeed, to be a Story needs love, too. And Death himself, was one who felt an undefinable sadness to come and take Rudy Steiner away – for he knew, that his story could have been so much more – that he could have had more numbers than he did, for the boy with the bread deserved them, and he had Liesel, lollies and Love to live for.

You see? Even Death has a heart.

The Truth, of what Death loves us most for, and what it is within us that haunts him, is that amidst all adversity, beyond and against all rationale, we Hope.

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

– Dylan Thomas

Godspeed.

#the book thief #liesel meminger #rudy steiner #hans hubermann #markus zusak #death #dark academia #character analysis #philisophy

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boopneedles · 4 months

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I js finished the book thief and OMG. I did not know how much I was gonna cry until I was sobbing. It’s sad when all the characters die but when all the others die and the mc LIVES it’s on whole other level. I will not be getting over this for days. I am in mourning give me my black dress. Anyway, it’s rly good book so if you haven’t read it I highly recommend. Please come join me in my pain 😊

#Liesel deserved better #I sobbed the hardest at Hans #Rosa and Rudy too #they all deserved so much better #also Alex Steiner coming back to his whole family dead 😭😭#this was marketed to me as found family fluff with the 👎 history part #the book thief #liesel meminger #rudy steiner #Hans hubermann #Rosa hubermann #sad

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sprnkleofsorrow · 1 year

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Finally got around to finishing The Book Thief, I laughed, I cried and then I cried some more

#the book thief #I am sobbing #nobody touch me #they are everything to me holy #reading #books #booklr #finished reading #liesel meminger #max vandenburg #hans hubermann #rosa hubermann #believe the hype #this book is amazing #1000% will read again #yes I know I'm late to the party shut up

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nyxmix11 · 11 months

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it gives me such pleasure to se my birthday in a book

i doubt it’ll happen again

#books #bookaddict #bookworm #december #december 17 #my birthday #my birth month #the book thief #markus zusak #the book theif makes me sad #liesel meminger #hans hubermann

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nerdyfangirlingbooks · 7 months

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Everyone always cites the same characters as the reason their standards are so high but no one ever cites Rudy Steiner and therefore everyone else is wrong

#I read the book thief for the first time when I was like 13 or something #and I have reread it pretty much every year since #and I will never not love rudy #he's the epitome of 'asshole but in a friendly way' and he's one of the most kind and selfless people in the book #(second to hans obviously but everyone is)#(I will also love hans hubermann for the rest of my life)#I read about rudy when I was 13 and goddamn it irrevocably changed my standards. If they can't be compared to rudy then they're not worth it #anyway I am finishing up my annual read of the book thief #and I want to cry (as always)#the book thief #rudy steiner

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lazyphilosophycat · 2 years

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Why the fuck do I feel so much pity for some poor german house painter?

#bookblr #books #currently reading #book thief #literature #seriously wtf #i feel pity in very strange situations #Hans Hubermann's supremacy

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niftywaffle · 9 months

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One of my favorite songs from the TBT MUSICAAALLL❤️❤️

#my art #the book thief #liesel meminger #hans hubermann #markus zusak #max vandenburg #In this book #the book thief musical #the book thief fanart

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 1 year

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BEST DAD BATTLE: BAPELSIN BRACKET

ROUND 1 GROUP 1 PART 1

#best dad battle #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #fandom bracket #fandom poll #the book thief #Hans Hubermann #the walking dead game #lee everett

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ganseysyellowsweater · 2 years

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i love you julian blackthorn i love you mr gray i love you kaz brekker i love you declan lynch i love you luke graymark i love you magnus bane i love you dad figures

#god i would die for mr gray #why cant irl men be like him #oh my god and hans hubermann #i love you

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rawlinacademia · 10 months

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The Book Thief

One of the recent books I had the fortune of reading was the Book Thief. Written by Markus Zusak, a historical fiction, suitable for any age. First most, the narration has my heart. I am not a huge fan of first person point of views but the wonderful storyteller here, Death, changed that for me. What a character, absolutely enigmatic and charming. How he insists that this story can be cheerful, even affable but not nice. Haunted by humans, yet still fails to de-attach himself from them. After doing this job since the beginning of mankind, an awfully long period of time, he still manages to get affected by the tragedies that humans inflict on each other. Hunger, war, famines, love. Now that is very humane of Death. I will not refrain from saying the truth but he is most definitely my favourite character in the book. His commentary, his remarks, the dialogues and callbacks along the lines of, ‘I know what’s going to happen, and so do you’ have been exhilarating and chill worthy for me. As a figure with no feelings of remorse or guilt, the emotions he acknowledged he felt, be it while collecting souls, or while pondering about the fate of people or him confessing how he doesn’t understand the duality of humans. Absolutely brilliant! A part of me saw glimpses of Sherlock in him, the book and Cumberbatch’s Sherlock, but for the most part of the book, I kept him as stereotypical as ever and an avid dementor fashion enthusiastic guy in my mind. The theme of the book in my opinion is him. How he is present everywhere, especially in the set time. He is not dangerous, nor wishes you harm. All he is doing is his duty, which is, as natural to him as he is to us. Death is not a punishment but rather a relief.

Being set in the N a z i Germany era, the historical fiction this novel possess is truly a delightful sorrow. Destiny and a young girl, Liesel Memminger, with a mother and brother. Neither of them with her for long. (I am sorry). The timeline if I am not wrong, correctly aligns with the real-life events and the mentions of the camps and tortures are true to the bone. Liesel Memminger, fascinated by novels and books since when she couldn’t even read a single thing. A girl truly just filled with passion and burning desire, enough to steal books from frosted graveyard to sizzling bonfire to the comforts of a mayor’s wife’s library. Liesel accesses the true powers of words. Or at least begins the journey to it. It is her reading that calms the neighbourhood taking shelter in the basement from the fireworks in the sky. It is her reading and writing which saves her life.

The Hubermanns…oh dear me! As I started the book, I was under the impression it was going to be a typical foster home that treats the foster kid poorly. Which then contributes to the child’s trauma and makes its life worse and the book longer. But how wrong I was! I was expecting Hans to act extremely abusive and shady with Liesel. That’s the initial impression I got from him. But I was bound to love his character, what a father figure. Former WWI soldier, the best accordion player, and a painter with the biggest heart. A man of his word truly, despite having conflicting thoughts in his mind. To stand with his country and son or with the man who he owes his life to? I wouldn't say he was flawed or had many bad traits but the ideals and morals he stood up for, what he bled and broke for, were truly remarkable. This man has my utmost love and respect. My mind sort of fan cast-ed David Thewlis as Hans and I am very happy that is did. Wonderful character designs, I must say.

Oh, Rosa Hubermann, I expected her to be an evil stepmom who constantly abuses her daughter and is only after money. I mean, yes, we do get the impression of her being a sharp tonged mother with a bad temper,for a long time but like Death says Rosa is a good woman for a crisis. How she gathers herself and protects everyone who was near her. She won’t let anyone sleep hungry, and she won’t let Liesel grow up too fast, whom she abuses, quite a lot of times…but that is just her love language. Just as Hans's love language for Liesel is to spend time with her when she needs it. Be it waking up in the middle of the night to soothe her, to change her soiled bedsheets or to teach her how to read and provide her with a book any chance he got, despite the financial situation. And for Rosa, his love language was to irritate her with his accordion playing and more. I was absolutely broken at those moments when the same Rosa who used to shout and curse at Hans for playing the accordion instead of finding jobs, used to hug the very thing she despised, for she missed the man she so dearly loved. Hats off to Markus Zusak to have created such multi-dimensional people in this story. So realistic. Very much along the philosophy of everyone has both good and bad sides. Soft and hard insides.

Which reminds me of Rudy Steiner. Damn him. Liesel’s neighbour, from her arch enemy to her best friend. God, I truly felt like a teenager reading those moments with him and Liesel. The first encounters, Jessie Owens incidents, the funny banters, the thieving, the standing up for each other and the asks for a kiss. Oh! How Death used to mock us with the words like how Rudy will finally get his kiss, but it would be too late for him. Death’s way of teasing the reader about what they wish would just happen and how it wouldn’t, the way they want to, by disclosing just enough details to keep them turning and tossing in the bed. I really hated and loved this style.

Love, heals, be it from the hands of Hans and Rosa or from Liesel’s. Concept of family and relations have been one of the key points I found being highlighted. Be it the relationship of Hubermanns and Liesel, or with Steiners or with Max Vandenburg, the Jew in the basement who writes two books for Liesel which helps Liesel understand people, friendships and devlopes her skills as a reader and writer, and who indirectly saves Liesel’s life through this way.

And I loved this book. I found happiness and joy while reading the saddest of the scenes, set in such a depressing phase of Human History. And with this, I was able to pick out the sadness and grief in the happiest of moments. This is what life is all about. Love, relations, problems, conflicts, joy and grief. How Death is not as fearsome as it is passed on. How a false propaganda and elitist views and ideals can cause havoc and vast genocides. How fun and laughter gets us through the hardest of times. And how we as humans, have the lifespan of a mayfly in comparison to the wonderful universe which surrounds us. Yet still, human life and relations we make along the way are as important as ever.

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