#klaus klein

[pujington]

Flashbacks mean new characters and new characters mean new character art! Here's Klaus Klein (Erna's father), a postdoctoral researcher working with Dr. Smith to study epiphenomenon.

Tune into the Quests & Chaos YouTube channel tonight to see him have a totally fine not at all traumatizing time /s

#call of cthulhu #horror on the orient express #1893 #great dane society #quests and chaos #klaus klein #cw flashing images #my art #artists on tumblr #dungeons and doodles #pujingtondraws

[klausnkleinaskblog]

*just falls out of the sky, for no apparent reason*

ACK! are you okay?

#klaus krause #klein krause #ask blog #everyone #rambles

[alephnol]

five nites at freeedyyyyyyyyyyyyyys yeah

#rambles #everyone #ask blog #klaus krause #Roleplay lore #Not klein too- #Klein krause

[alicenpai]

Tales of Phantasia dump!! my first ever tales game - I’ve been going through my JRPG list slowly (there is a SNES/16 bit shaped hole in my heart so hopefully I’ll get to more of them soon). I have yet to finish the game though, been busy T__T I was going through art block when I did those doodles on the bottom so they’re not the best - I couldn’t be bothered to polish them hahaha. under the cut is a collection of screenshots I thought were amusing.

NOTE THERE ARE ADULT JOKES IN THIS PARTICULAR TRANSLATION BY DEJAP, the translation is quite old, so some things may be dated. you have been warned. I prefer to play games on their original console version whenever I can so I won’t be playing any of the ports of ToP haha. plus. SNES superiority.

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^ the infamous translated line

^ 4th wall humour ?? bc it’s. poking fun at a reused sprite 

^ you can actually. equip a dirty mag as a weapon.

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^ the mental imagery for this skill is so.. unusually intense????

^ the guardian spirit of the Great mana Tree, having the hots for Big Bad Villain Man???? uh oh................

#tales of phantasia #tales of #mint adenade #cress albane #arche klein #chester burklight #klaus f lester #klarth f lester #suzu fujibayashi #i'm always so busy or too much in a blue mood to draw a lot when i'm experiencing new media #sorry i never draw anything recent good god this is a game from 1995 #also i had symphonia on the gamecube as a kid but i think i was a little too young to have the attention span for JRPGs LOL #especially since most JRPGs can range from like 40-100 hours right........... #i did not play symphonia that much so i don't think it counts. but i want to return to it one day #sorry i could not be bothered to clean up the last image HAHA. #i drew those when i was in a huge rut so the drawings arent the best but i hope that maybe theyre amusing #my art

[sirioniel]

Cover of the German translation of Tolkien's The Hobbit.

Art by Klaus Ensikat.

... This edition is very close to my heart - it was my first book by Tolkien and a present by my late grandmother. There are probably better German versions - but this one is special to me. My grandmother and pieces of my childhood are still there between the pages.

A good morning.

Thorin and Co. doing the dishes.

Bilbo.

Mirkwood elves. Elrond.

Gollum. Somehow a frog.

Smaug.

#j. r. r. tolkien #the hobbit #der kleine hobbit #der hobbit #klaus ensikat #dtv verlag #cover art #books #smaug #illustration #bibliophile #love for books #thorin and company #bilbo #gandalf #thranduil #gollum #mirkwood

[newnamesamecharlotte]

#kater klaus #die kleine maus #animal #cat #kitty #katze #cats of tumblr

[merkissescanhealyou]

[x] @klein-klaus

Normally, he would’ve waited until morning to greet him. Normally, he slept through Klaus’s arrival home from work. But this was different. It was late. Not unsual for him to return as this hour but it wasn’t usual for him to return in such a state. And like the worry fish he was, Marius awakened to something terribly wrong. It started with the ragged footsteps, then the keys dropping in the ceramic dish by the door, then the light to the bathroom, and quiet cusses. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and threw the blankets off, to check on his beloved. Forgetting his slippers, he threw his robe on and went to the bathroom, to find him bloody and shirtless.

Whatever sleep was left in him had vanished and his eyes popped open upon learning he had wounds all over his body. His stomach dropped. And the good doctor’s attempt to change the subject did not prevail. “I was, but I heard you come home. What happened? Who did this to you?”

One quick fix would rid him of his injuries but Klaus was an independent man. Offering assistance to him wasn’t something he was used to, no matter how many times the mer volunteered. Maybe he was tired enough to let him help.

#klein klaus #blood tw #//hopping on the angst train >:3c//

[pushspacetocontinue]

@klein-klaus from here 

"Let me take a look," Klaus said, already putting on a pair of nitrile gloves. There was no use in telling Russell he probably pulled his stitches from being too active or moving in a way he shouldn't have yet. They were already pulled, and Klaus had the feeling Russell didn't do any of it on purpose. He was a good kid.

“Th-thank you,” Russell said.

He was slow and careful in taking off his jacket, then his shirt underneath. The right side of the abdomen was already stained red and it was a little bit tacky. It took a bit of effort to pull it away from his skin, but soon enough, he was holding the articles of clothing in his left hand.

It was just as he suspected, some of the stitches (which he had clearly done himself) had been yanked or stretched out of place, allowing blood to leak through the gaps.

“C-crap... I, I should have just, just let, just let myself fall... or, or not, not slipped in the first, first place. Sorry about, about this.”

#klein-klaus #I hope it was okay to move this to a new post #Altruistic Astrophile | Russell #Sprightly Spy | TF2 Verse

[rwpohl]

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#der kleine und der große klaus #celino bleiweiß #horst hardt #fernsehen der ddr #1971 #marylu poolmann #schultze gets the blues #michael schorr #axel schneppat #das gespenst #herbert achternbusch #das kalte herz #der ewige jude #der schritt vom wege #panzerkreuzer potemkin #eisenstein #bergman #george #corot

[the-boney-rolls]

Recently, I was listening to Anthology 3 and it got me paying attention to the cover art more than I had before. The central image of the Beatles is of John, George and Ringo from Let it Be and Paul from Rubber Soul. It's clearly very meaningful that Paul is singled out in this image, distinct from the other three, in this archive that represents the final third of the band's history. For one, it's a nod to Paul is Dead, taking an image from the time right before his "fatal" motorbike accident. But more than that, I think it's a reference to the rifts that formed in the band toward the end, with Paul on one side of the Klein battle and the other three opposing him. The cover contains several other images that are just fragments of the band, whether it's their literal body parts or it's only three out of four of the members. The only image showing them all as a unit is them in their Sgt. Pepper costumes, like them being together is an act.

The fact that Klaus Voormann made these also explains a lot. He famously never got close to Paul so he would naturally feel comfortable portraying him as the outsider.

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ring #the beatles anthology #klaus voormann

[germanysnexttopgedicht]

Männer im Baumarkt

Sie hasten suchend durch die Enge Endloser, düsterer Gänge, Gehn verloren im Gedränge. Wie Hänsel und Gretel im Walde verirrt, Ihr Blick voller Zweifel, ihr Sinn verwirrt. Sind sie ganz der Welt Entrückte, Sind sie traurige Bedrückte, Verzweifelte, Gramgebückte? Sind sie stumm verzückt Beglückte, Oder einfach nur Verrückte?

Männer im Baumarkt, Während draußen die Frau parkt, Stehn vor kleinen Monitoren Mit offnem Mund und roten Ohren, Lernen Fräsen, Schleifen, Bohren. Folgen wachsam der Belehrung, Wie man Winkelholz auf Gehrung Sägt und wie man Zargen genau zargt - Männer im Baumarkt.

Sie schieben große Einkaufswagen, Müssen viele Tüten tragen, Müssen viele Fragen fragen. Sind stets auf der Suche nach dem nächsten Kick Mit diesem verwegnen "geht nicht gibts nicht"-Blick Bohrn sie furchtlos und behende Löcher in Tische und Wände, Überschwemmen, legen Brände, Und bringen nie etwas zu Ende - Sind so kleine Hände!

Männer im Baumarkt, Während draußen die Frau parkt, Treibt ein unbänd′ges Verlangen, Gierig mit glühenden Wangen Zu Kneif-, Flach- und zu Rohrzangen. Kuscheln mit Gartengeräten, Träumen vom Hacken und Jäten Und daß den Rasen die Frau harkt. Männer im Baumarkt.

Sie sind Säger, sie sind Sammler, Einsame Jäger und Rammler, Sie sind Schräger, sie sind Stammler. Heimwerker sind sanfte Träumer, Stille Steckenpferdaufzäumer, Nie den Arbeitsplatz Aufräumer. Selten gelobt und bis heut nie besungen, Fragen nicht nach Risiken und Nebenwirkungen, Belächelt, verspottet, verhöhnt von vielen. Aber sie tun doch nichts - sie wolln doch nur spielen.

Männer im Baumarkt - cha cha cha - Während draußen die Frau parkt, Können es einfach nicht lassen, An den Schlangen vor den Kassen All die Schnäppchen anzufassen. Und da kauft Klaus für Malene Noch einen Klappstuhl ohne Lehne. Jürgen kauft sich für Ina Den bill'gen Werkzeugsatz aus China. Marco kauft für Maria Diesen schicken Schraubenzieher. Helge kauft für Nicole Die große Isolierbandrolle. Bodo kauft für Belinda Ein Sortiment Kabelbinder. Reinhard kauft für Hella Einen Winkelschleifervorsatzteller (Den wünscht sie sich so sehr!)

Männer im Baumarkt Muß die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein - Alle Nägel, alle Schrauben, sagt man, Man muß nur ganz fest dran glauben und dann Würde, was uns klein und wacklig erscheint, Riesengroß und bricht ein!

--Reinhard Mey

#reinhard mey

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 9 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

Today's a big day for both of you: Five's going to break into JUICED's head offices and you're going to meet their disgruntled ex-employee.

Klaus and a sprinkling of gore below. Proceed at your own risk.

Chapter 9: Harvey Klein

Five was cuddly last night. He fell asleep with his body nestled tightly against yours, lips grazing your neck and holding you to him tightly.

“I’m glad things are okay between us now. It doesn’t feel right to fight with you.”

Your stomach tightened. Things weren’t okay between you and still aren’t now. He might have thought that a sex and a passage of Jane Austen solved it, but it didn’t. 

You had a moment of guilt-ridden doubt. This secret with Klaus: was it right to cherish it, to relish keeping something from Five? This man picked up all your pieces and loved you back together again: was it right to feel empowered by getting one over on him, in cultivating a piece of independence through defiance of him? 

You didn’t know, so you said the only thing you knew for sure:

“I love you.”

You felt him smile against your skin. 

“I love you too… you know I just want you to be safe?”

You nodded, but that settled all your doubts: you had no interest in being kept safe like a china doll: wrapped up in layers of padding and kept in a box.

So, while you outwardly accepted Five’s shadiness about what was going on, you continued to conspire with Klaus. 

Their heist is today. Their plan, when all was said and done, was to break into the JUICED head offices by night and see what they could find. In your opinion, it was breathtakingly stupid. Most of the employees would have their computers at home with them by night and there wasn’t going to be some filing cabinet marked ‘evil plans.’ Sometimes the Academy’s lack of experience in solving problems in indirect ways was painfully obvious.

You might have mentioned this if not for your plans with Klaus. You wanted to prove to Five that you weren’t helpless. 

Out of lingering loyalty to Five, Klaus had been unwilling to let you do this alone, so him keeping watch from the sidelines was the compromise you’d reached. You had taken a long lunch break to pull this off and Klaus had been waiting in a car outside.

“Get in bitch!”

You laughed. He’d ‘borrowed’ Five’s Corvette and was waiting there with the top down.

“Five is going to kill us.”

“He’s going to kill us anyway, may as well go out in style!”

You’d found yourself unable to disagree and jumped in.

You’d dressed today with more than usual care, trying to give the impression you thought would work best for the man Harvey seemed to be. Pictures of him with previous girlfriends had been plenty, and he certainly had a type. Not you, precisely, but near enough that you could mimic. 

You'd chosen a sleeveless black jumpsuit, positioning the plunge neckline so as to make a red bra just visible if you moved the right way. You wanted him to see professional competence but begin to form the idea that you might have a wild side. The white blazer you'd been wearing to cover up a little at work was left in the trunk; wearing it in front of Klein would defeat the object. 

Standing in front of Klein's table now, you find you're not nervous.

“Mr Klein?”

“Yes?”

He looks exactly like he did in his socials: an early forties sales guy. Hard working, hard drinking and a bit of an asshole. He was wearing the ‘trendy start-up sales team’ uniform: a polo shirt and expensive sneakers rather than office-wear. Together you’d followed him from his new workplace to a hipster bar and casual eatery. Klaus had entered a minute or two after Klein and chosen a seat nearby. As you entered, he was ordering a coffee.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt you- this is a strange thing to say- but I actually follow you on LinkedIn and I was hoping to meet you in person- it's Harvey Klein, right?” you give your most ingratiating smile.

He smiles back, only slightly wrongfooted. You shake his hand and introduce yourself, “I’m with Hammonds.”

“Oh!” he says, as if this means something to him.

“It’s so nice to meet you. I really loved your piece on facilitating customer success. What you say about cross-organization collaboration- it’s so, so true!” 

You give a little outtake of breath, as if his wisdom had been revelatory.

He preens, “Thank you, it’s nice to know someone reads them.”

“Of course they do, I catch them often,” then, eagerly, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

“Sure.” He looks up at you- his smile goes from flattered to deliberately charming. This is a good sign.

As you take the seat, you lean forward slightly, giving your bra an opportunity to slip. If he notices, he’s good at hiding it.

“I think my favorite piece of yours was the recent one, about a start-up environment offering a more dynamic challenge? Around the time you left JUICED?”

“Yeah,” he nods gravely, “I was really going through some stuff then. I think I wrote it as a way of coping, you know? The only way out is through.”

You nod slowly for a second, and seem to ponder his profundity. Then, you catch his eye, smile and look briefly down at the table top.

“They must really regret losing you. But what do they expect when they don’t give credit where credit’s due? I bet it wasn’t challenging to you anymore?”

He nods and gives a smile of his own, it’s as if he’s thankful to feel seen. You feel a twinge of regret for manipulating him. He’s an open book and doesn’t realize it. He casts his eye down a second before bringing his up to meet you. They’re very blue and his designer-stubble suits him. If not for Five, he might be the sort of man you’d like.

You tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear and look up at him through your lashes as he answers.

“Yeah, like you say, it wasn’t a challenge. And when a company doesn’t value me anymore, I am straight out that barn door.”

You laugh in a tinkling way that certainly sounds fake to your own ears but apparently not to his: he mirrors you, laughing too.

“I think I still have to learn to be like that. I’m just…so early in my career. I’m not thirty yet and I don’t feel established enough…”

“Ah, imposter syndrome!” he takes a sip of his beer and settles comfortably into the role you’ve carved out for him: flattered by the attentions of a younger woman apparently eager for his mentorship, “I bet you don’t know your value to them.”

“I just thought it was brave that you got out when you did. Was it the Holbrook elementary thing that did it for you?”

He looks a little uneasy at this, so you back up a little: 

“-or was it just being undervalued?”

He relaxes, “Yeah it was mainly being passed over once too often, but the Holbrook thing wasn’t great. Felt like we were turning that school into a little George Orwell novel.”

You laugh again,  "I know exactly what you mean!” 

You accidentally catch Klaus’s eye over the top of Harvey’s head. He makes a silent simper and presses an imaginary pair of breasts together. You’re glad you’re already laughing, otherwise you couldn’t have kept a straight face. Recovering, you continue:

“I’ve heard so many rumors about it! I was speaking to this guy at a conference last year and he said there are absolutely crazy encrypted files all over JUICED’s hard drives.”

He sniggers, “Oh I have no doubt there are.”

You wave an airy hand: of course he would know all about it. You lean forward again, as if in conspiracy with him, but really to give him an uninterrupted view down your neckline. His eyes flick down and then slowly back to your face.

“Of course, you couldn’t stay knowing that something like that was going on. I’m sure you had a feeling.”

“I certainly did.”

“Nothing gets past you, huh?”

“There’s more than one secret at JUICED, let me tell you.” he leans in too.

You give a quiet, eager gasp.

“Oh I bet there is! Get this- and this is strictly on the downlow but I know I can trust you: my biggest client is this artisanal soda company: 'SodaShack', if you've heard of them? They're only a year old."

He clearly hasn't, which is no surprise as you just made them up.

"You should try their lavender and hibiscus. Anyway, JUICED's tactics are shocking. So unethical- like a wannabe monopoly! Competition's supposed to be a good thing but they're trying to annihilate them at every turn. God, if there's anything you know, please tell me!" 

Harvey winks and taps the side of his nose: that's for me to know and you to find out. 

"Come on!" you give the flirtatious smile that could make Five melt in under a second, "You won't help a girl cement her career?"

Harvey just laughs and shakes his head, but he's clearly interested. 

“Ok, fine... I can tell you something though: you know I told you I met a guy at a conference?”

He nods. You glance around theatrically and gesture him closer with a single finger. He leans in closer and so do you.

“Well…he told me that’s there’s definitely something more going on with the Holbrook thing. He was absolutely sure they’re drugging the kids or something- like there’s a mystery ingredient.” 

You laugh slightly breathily in his ear, keeping your mouth beside his cheek for fractionally longer than needed. 

You catch Klaus’s eye again and he winks.

“Can you believe that?” you say, leaning back into your seat.

“I…can actually.” 

Klein looks like he’s only just realizing, putting disparate memories together in his mind's eye.

“Really? Oh, I’d love to get that sort of information on them. It would absolutely torpedo them.”

You look up at him, the suggestion of flirtation back in your eye.

“But I’d need a man who’s willing to take risks for what’s right.”

You check your watch, “Oh, I’m sorry! It’s so late, I just got caught up talking to you- time flies, right?”

You reach for your purse and fish around in it, producing and handing him a fake business card printed just for this purpose.

“I’d really love for you to give me a call sometime. Soon.”

He looks down at the card and then back up at you.

“...I’ll make sure to do that.”

You readjusted your neckline.

“We’ve got him. Hook line and sinker. If he knows how to get it, he’s coming to me.

Klaus kept sniggering,

“Oh Five would be soo pissed! You were like 'oooohh Harv, you’re such a big, strong LinkedIn man, look at my boobies.' "

“Gotta do what you gotta do.”

“No, I love it.”

As Klaus drove you back to work, you found yourself becoming preoccupied. You’d been channeling your mother throughout the conversation with Klein, and this was no point of pride.

Throughout the afternoon in the office, you'd managed to get the bulk of your work done, but had to keep pushing down little rushes of guilt when you imagined how hurt Five would be if he'd seen that out of context. Though it hadn't even approached apology-status, he was right when he read you that passage from his book: he might have been an asshole, but he'd never been inconstant.

 You shake this off, reminding yourself that HE could have been the one sitting there instead of Klaus, if he'd only thought you were worthy of asking for help. There would be no danger of him seeing it out of context in that case.

Nevertheless, flirting with Harvey felt wrong, even if it was for the greater good. 

Now it's evening. Five and the others left for JUICED’s head offices a little way outside the city a few hours ago, weapons holstered. You and Klaus had taken advantage of their absence to spend a couple of hours cyber-stalking your next best leads on JUICED after Harvey.  As promising as he seemed, you didn’t want to rely on that.

But just as you went up to bed, your specially-bought burner phone  rung with an unknown number. You’d run downstairs and now you’re back in the living room again to find Klaus behind the bar.

Answering the call, you gesture him over and put the phone on loudspeaker.  

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Harvey Klein here, just giving you a call. Excuse the lateness.”

“He’s thirsty,” Klaus mouths.

“Oh Mr Klein! I’m happy to hear from you so soon?”

“I couldn't get our conversation out of my head. Call me Harv, please.”

You try to sound a little playful, but it's harder over the phone.

“Ok. Harv.”

“Now…I’ve been thinking about you.”

Klaus looks as if he’s going to burst out laughing and you move away in preparation, shielding the phone's mic from the potential outburst.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure that by the end of the day tomorrow, I’m going to have some information on JUICED.”

“Wow! Are you serious? How?”

“I’ve got a contact close to the Product Innovation lead: it's his P.A, Jeff. He got drunk at the Christmas party last year, made a pass at me and then sent me about six dick pics from the bathroom.”

He laughs heartily.

“I showed him that I’ve got those messages saved and backed up on the cloud. His wife wouldn’t be too happy to find out, you see? Anyway, he told me he will get me any and all information about secret ingredients and the school sponsorship as soon as he gets into work. He's scared shitless.”

“Does he have access to that? Or do you think he'll be able to get his boss’s passwords?”

“Oh, no doubt. Jenkins is a dinosaur. Pretty ironic for the guy who heads up Product Innovation, but there we go. Jeff told me he keeps all his passwords written in a notebook in his unlocked desk drawer. The idiot.”

You believe this easily. You’d had a manager who used the same, easily guessed password for everything. A corporation could be as powerful as it wanted, but their security was only as strong as their most inept personnel.

“So…I was thinking…” Harv draws out his question flirtatiously, “If I give you the info, you blow the whistle and save your little soda artisans, I get one benefit in that I get to screw over JUICED. But I think I’d want something a little extra…”

“Ok?” 

Klaus wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“I’ll give it all to you tomorrow night if you take me out to dinner. I...felt like we really hit it off today and maybe we could see how things go."

“I think that seems like more than a fair deal Harv. I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better.”

When you finish up the call, after arranging a meeting time at a nice restaurant in the city, Klaus squeals and you both jump up and down a little.

“Are we about to crack this thing by you being a giant ho-bag?  I'd usually be fully supportive of this but...I am Five's brother and-”

“Don't worry. I’ll flirt a little, get the files and ghost him. It's kinda mean but he’s collateral damage.”

“If he expects a hand job or something, I’m happy to take that one for the team. I gotta protect my brother’s girlfriend’s honor.”

The front door bangs open, making you both jump.

The sound of raised, panicked voices and flurries of movement issue from the entrance hall. Before you can react beyond instinctive fright, the living room doors burst open too.

A laden Luther careers his way through, going quickly in the direction of their father’s rooms. Sloane and Viktor are at his shoulders. They all look disheveled: dirty and clothes torn with just-clotted cuts on their exposed skin. In Luther’s arms, Five lies limp.

You reel: his chest and right arm are soaked in blood. He’s naked from the waist up but for his shirt turned into an improvised dressing, now dripping with congealing blood. His eyes are closed.

“Five!” 

As your chest tightens and you feel the world spin, Klaus’s hand closes around your elbow and he pulls you after the others.

You give chase as Luther hurries Five past the surveillance room and into one you’ve never needed to enter before.

A gurney complete with drip sits in the middle of the tiled floor. Luther lays Five gently on this. Although his breath hitches a little, he gives no other sign of consciousness.

“He’s lost blood.”

You get the first real look at Five’s face. It's white-wan. You push past Luther and manage to touch him, slapping lightly at his cheek. He doesn't stir; his face is cold.. Klaus grabs you under the arms and pulls you back.

“Why isn’t he at the hospital?”

“Too many questions.” says Sloane, preparing a sterile needle and grabbing Viktor’s proffered inner-elbow.

Meanwhile, Luther roots out a pair of trauma shears and smartly cuts away the shirt.

“Antibiotics,” he murmurs, and goes to search the large cabinet along one wall.

Sloane attaches the needle and transfusion device to Viktor.

As Luther finishes, he lowers the gurney, giving gravity the most assistance he can in the coming blood transfusion. 

You get a full sight of what’s happened to Five. 

His clavicle is crater-like; ghostly-white bone visible amid a deep rosette of rough gore. It looks like dark, raw meat. Blood still pools and drips. The flesh around it looks like pulverized liver. This is clearly the exit wound.

You start to cry, fighting to get out of Klaus’ grip, but he holds you fast.

“You have to let them work!”

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[klausnkleinaskblog]

*random wubbox appears*

HOLA

AUGH- (falls off a chair)

Oh, sorry- hallo! Who are you? Klaus, are you okay?

#klaus krause #klein krause #ask blog #everyone #rambles

[alephnol]

heheheeee

Klaus n klein in suits that fit their personality n comfort levels.

#rambles #everyone #klaus krause #ask blog #klein krause #suits #men in suits

[x-and-y-time-docs]

X: HELLL HELLO, MORTALS!!

Y! We are proud scientists at exclamania.

(Purple text is Yonza) he is basically klaus

(Orange text is xynra) who is basically klein

#everyone #hello #introduction

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Am 30. Juni 2017 stimmte der Deutsche Bundestag über den Gesetzesentwurf zur "Ehe für alle" ab. Von 623 Abgeordneten (7 der eigentlich 630 Bundestagsmitglieder nahmen an der Abstimmung nicht teil) stimmten 393 für und 226 gegen die Verabschiedung des Gesetzes, welches gleichgeschlechtlichen Paaren die Eheschließung ermöglichen sollte. 4 Abgeordnete (allesamt der CDU/CSU-Fraktion angehörig) enthielten sich.

Bis auf die Stimme der fraktionslosen Abgeordneten Erika Steinbach (ursprünglich CDU, seit 2022 Mitglied der AfD) kamen alle Nein-Stimmen aus den Rängen der CDU/CSU-Fraktion, was bei 225 von 309 Abgeordneten bedeutet, dass knapp 73% der Fraktionsmitglieder gegen die "Ehe für alle" stimmten. (Ja-Stimmen gab es von ca. 24%, die Abwesenden und Enthaltungen machten zusammen ca. 3% der CDU/CSU-Stimmen aus.)

Von den 226 Abgeordneten, die damals gegen den Gesetzesentwurf zur "Ehe für alle" stimmten, amtieren zur Zeit 87 als Mitglieder des Bundestags.

Alle von ihnen sind Mitglieder der CDU/CSU-Fraktion. Im Einzelnen handelt es sich bei diesen Abgeordneten um:

Artur Auernhammer (Bayern)

Dorothee Bär (Bayern)

Thomas Bareiß (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. André Berghegger (Niedersachsen)

Steffen Bilger (Baden-Württemberg)

Michael Brand (Hessen)

Dr. Reinhard Brandl (Bayern)

Prof. Dr. Helge Braun (Hessen)

Heike Brehmer (Sachsen-Anhalt)

Ralph Brinkhaus (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Alexander Dobrindt (Bayern)

Michael Donth (Baden-Württemberg)

Hansjörg Durz (Bayern)

Hermann Färber (Baden-Württemberg)

Uwe Feiler (Brandenburg)

Enak Ferlemann (Niedersachsen)

Thorsten Frei (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. Hans-Peter Friedrich (Bayern)

Michael Frieser (Bayern)

Ingo Gädechens (Schleswig-Holstein)

Hermann Gröhe (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Michael Grosse-Brömer (Niedersachsen)

Markus Grübel (Baden-Württemberg)

Manfred Grund (Thüringen)

Oliver Grundmann (Niedersachsen)

Olav Gutting (Baden-Württemberg)

Christian Haase (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Florian Hahn (Bayern)

Jürgen Hardt (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Dr. Stefan Heck (Hessen)

Ansgar Heveling (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Christian Hirte (Thüringen)

Alexander Hoffmann (Bayern)

Hubert Hüppe (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Erich Irlstorfer (Bayern)

Thomas Jarzombek (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Anja Karliczek (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Ronja Kemmer (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. Georg Kippels (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Volkmar Klein (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Axel Knoerig (Niedersachsen)

Jens Koeppen (Brandenburg)

Markus Koob (Hessen)

Gunther Krichbaum (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. Günter Krings (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Ulrich Lange (Bayern)

Paul Lehrieder (Bayern)

Dr. Andreas Lenz (Bayern)

Andrea Lindholz (Bayern)

Dr. Carsten Linnemann (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Patricia Lips (Hessen)

Daniela Ludwig (Bayern)

Yvonne Magwas (Sachsen)

Stephan Mayer (Bayern)

Dr. Michael Meister (Hessen)

Dietrich Monstadt (Mecklenburg-Vorpommern)

Stefan Müller (Bayern)

Wilfried Oellers (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Florian Oßner (Bayern)

Henning Otte (Niedersachsen)

Thomas Rachel (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Kerstin Radomski (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Alexander Radwan (Bayern)

Alois Rainer (Bayern)

Dr. Peter Ramsauer (Bayern)

Josef Rief (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. Norbert Röttgen (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Erwin Rüddel (Rheinland-Pfalz)

Albert Rupprecht (Bayern)

Dr. Wolfgang Schäuble (Baden-Württemberg)

Andreas Scheuer (Bayern)

Jana Schimke (Brandenburg)

Patrick Schnieder (Rheinland-Pfalz)

Detlef Seif (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Thomas Silberhorn (Bayern)

Albert Stegemann (Niedersachsen)

Christian Freiherr von Stetten (Baden-Württemberg)

Stephan Stracke (Bayern)

Max Straubinger (Bayern)

Astrid Timmermann-Fechter (Nordrhein-Westfalen)

Dr. Volker Ullrich (Bayern)

Marco Wanderwitz (Sachsen)

Nina Warken (Baden-Württemberg)

Dr. Anja Weisgerber (Bayern)

Annette Widmann-Mauz (Baden-Württemberg)

Klaus-Peter Willsch (Hessen)

Emmi Zeulner (Bayern)

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