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postmodernbeing · 2 years

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Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Marley Warriors (College AU)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. Finally, my last part of the Outfits/Moodboard HCs is finished. This time I made them for Zeke, Pieck and Porco (you can find Reiner, Annie and Bertie here) Anyways, make sure to check my Masterlist for previous HCs. Hope you enjoy!

IMPORTANT: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, most of my content is Minor Friendly but this one does not, sorry guys. See you next time // I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Do not repost this. // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Zeke Yeager

Now, I have a confession. Since I read @whats-her-quirk 's Sometimes Will Come Around and @titan-fodder 's Deflowered, I couldn’t shake the thought that Zeke’s a grunge mess. I bet he’s an early 90s baby and grew up with Kurt Cobain as his role model. It just makes sense to me, so all credit goes to them.

With that being said, if you ever believed Zeke knew how to match colors or even iron a shirt, I'm sorry to inform you: that's far from truth. Don't @ me. Monke boy don't know how to dress for shit.

He got stuck in the MTV grunge scene, the dirty cardigans, t-shirts from bands, jeans and converse so ripped and wasted, and of course, flannel shirts. Owns a single blazer and dress pants for when it’s needed (since his college grad actually). More than that, it’s just impossible to ask him to wear formal.

He also keeps an old plastic box to put all his bracelets and his piercings. No worries, he cleans them constantly although rarely wears them.

Pieck Finger

Don’t get me wrong on this one, I do beg for your forgiveness, but I really need to get it off from my chest: Pieck smokes weed. She just does. When cooking, while reading, during stressing mornings or the most pleasing nights. She just keeps close a blunt in case it’s needed.

She’s the queen of quartz, energy stones, esoterism and alternative medicine, even though no one can tell if she learned about those things ironically or as a completely serious matter. Oh, and tarot. No one complains about this one though, cause it’s actually a fun thing to do at parties. Also, carries everywhere her tote bag with the most interesting stuff, from unique books to antique artifacts like her stones, small kaleidoscopes, or glasses for three eyes.

Pieck hates ironing her clothes but loves fabrics that need to be ironed like cotton and linen since they’re so fresh and easy to paint with natural pigments. And when she’s feeling creative, she dares to embroider flowers and patterns over dresses and shirts or the bottom of her skirts.

Speaking of embroidery, a few of her shoes and jackets, are too, beautiful artworks that enhance her monochromatic outfits where collars and bracelets hang from her skin and cloth. It’s just such a pleasure observe her enriched style and simplicity. Love her dearly, want her as a friend and wardrobe consultant.

Porco Galliard

Okay but hear me out, Porco believes religiously in combat boots and bomber jacket's supremacy. Can't get enough of them. Actually, his outfits generally consist in joggers, boots, some simple t-shirt and a jacket. Neatness is the word Porco would use to define his style as he rejects complicated compositions for something as simple as the necessity to cover one’s body.

Simple man with simple pleasures, his clothing looks all the same and rarely buys anything that's not military green, pitch black, white/grey, or brownish reds. For warmer days he just wears cotton shorts and a tank top -only if formality is not required- as he despises elegant garments, he would feel all uncomfortable and limited in movement.

Which brings us to the final point: Porco keeps a hygiene routine quite complex and exercises regularly, but unlike Reiner, his gym clothes don’t mean a huge part of his wardrobe (or personality) lol.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #headcanons #college au #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #pieck finger #pieck snk #porco galliard #porco aot #marley warriors #snk #aot #aesthetic headcanon #outfits headcanon #part 4 #outfits headcanons part 4

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tatakaetime07 · 2 years

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Hiii darlings,these are just the characters I write for currently,will add on,also not all of my fandoms are on here yet its basically the fandoms I think I'll write for the most

>>Masterlists

>>Requests/All the fandoms I write for

Characters I take requests for within each fandom :P

Stranger Things

-Eddie Munson(my current fixation🤭)

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jonathan Byers

-Chrissy Cunningham

-Billy Hargrove

-Henry/001

-Max Mayfeild

-Lucas Sinclair

-Eleven

-Jim Hopper

Wednesday

Marvel/X-Men

-Peter Parker(my luv omg,both Tom and Andrews)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

-Wanda Maximoff

-Natasha Romanoff

-Young!Charles Xavier

-Young!Erik Lehnsherr

-Raven Darkholme

-Logan/Wolverine

-Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Attack on Titan(I'm hoping to write more for this one)

-Eren Yeager

-Mikasa Ackerman

-Armin Arlelt

-Jean Kirstein

-Ymir

-Reiner

-Bertholdt Hoover

-Annie Leonhart

-Zeke Yeager

-Porco Galliard

-Hange Zoe

-Levi Ackerman

IT(2017/19):

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbarak

-Richie Tozier

-Ben Hanscom

-Mike Hanlon

The Umbrella Academy

-Five Hargreeves

-Viktor Hargreeves

-Diego Hargreeves

-Allison Hargreeves

Euphoria:

-Rue Bennet

-Lexi Howard

-Fezco

-Maddy Perez

-Nate Jacobs(?)

You

-Joe Goldberg

-Love Quinn

Harry potter/Fantastic Beasts:

-Harry Potter

-Hermione Granger

-Draco Malfoy

-Cedric Diggory

-Fred/George Weasley

-Tom Riddle

-Young!Remus Lupin

-Young!Sirius Black

-Young!James Potter

-Newt Scamander

My hero Academia:

-Izuku Midoryia

-Katsuki Bakugou

-Shoto Todoroki

-Shigaraki

-Dabi

-Toga

-Shoto Aizawa

Devil all the Time

-Arvin Russell

Spree

-Kurt Kunkle

#mcu x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #Harry Potter x reader #Harry Potter x reader insert #tua x reader #it x reader #mha x reader #aot x reader

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seph7 · 2 months

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

In Character: J.T. Walsh

When most people think of J.T. Walsh, they recall the numerous menacing sons of bitches he played. The murders, the thieves, the liars and the assholes – no one could play mean quite like Walsh. But upon digging deeper, it’s clear that Walsh was capable of so much more than depicting scumbags. He had compassion, charm, wit and panache. He was an actor’s actor, a working man, an invaluable day player who we lost far too soon to a heart attack in 1998.

Perhaps Walsh’s good friend and collaborator, Billy Bob Thornton said it best: “A real actor doesn’t try to make yourself look good all the time. Because the job of an actor is to portray the character that’s written, and portray it with all your might. J.T. did that everytime he did anything. If J.T. was in a movie that just plain sucked, he never did. He was always perfect.”Five Essential Roles

Good Morning, Vietnam (1987)

Sgt. Major Dickerson

“You stay out of my way, there’ll be no problem. But toy with me, and I’ll make you wish you’d died as a child.”

That says everything you need to know about Sgt. Major Dickerson, the cankerous commander of Robin Williams’ ceaselessly sarcastic Adrian Cronauer. Dickerson is a straight shooter – a military commander ensuring that his duties in the Vietnam War are handled as professionally as possible. But Cronauer isn’t a professional. He makes room for choice and laughter, things that don’t exist in Dickerson’s world. Needless to say, the two never get along, which lends itself to some of the most scathing fire and brimstone Walsh ever delivered. Good Morning, Vietnam is designed for us to root for its protagonist, but I promise that you’ll love to hate Sgt. Major Dickerson.

A Few Good Men (1992)

Lt. Col. Matthew Markinson

Taking a minor step away from the brutish men Walsh often played, Lt. Col. Markinson is one of the few men suggested in the title of Rob Reiner’s excellent film. As the only apparent Marine on Guantanamo Bay with intelligence and a healthy conscience, Markinson feels compelled to speak out against his commanding officer’s recent misdeeds. But in order to do this, he must hide in plain sight. He must dress as a civilian, hiding in the back of cars, chain smoking cigarettes in crappy hotels. Markinson is a welcome breath of hope late in A Few Good Men. If only he’d held out a little longer.

Breakdown (1997)

Warren “Red” Barr

When we meet Red Barr, he has kindly pulled his 18-wheeler over to offer Jeff (Kurt Russell) and his wife, Amy (Kathleen Quinlan) a hand with their broken down Jeep. No one can get the car to work, so Red offers to drive them to the closest telephone. Jeff and Amy quickly resolve that Jeff will stay with the car while Amy goes with Red, shortly to return with help.

The second time we meet Red, Jeff and a police officer are frantically questioning him as to where Amy is. She never came back, and Red was the last person to see her. Red denies ever having met Jeff and Amy, and, much to Jeff’s horror, the officer allows Red to go on his way.

No need to divulged more but just know, as mentioned, Walsh is no novice to playing men of loose morals, and damn if Red Barr isn’t the meatiest among them. Close to being the best performance of Walsh’s career.

Pleasantville (1998)

Big Bob

Pleasantville is a simple town. Simple rules, simple people; everyone gets along because they know no other way. OrneryPleasantville Mayor, Big Bob, is one chief facilitator of such calm order, so when a few new kids come strolling into town and mixing things up, Big Bob ain’t at all pleased.

Pleasantville is a none-too-subtle allegory for American Civil Rights. On its most basic level, the film is about a bunch of white people letting color into their lives. It’s a charming movie full of heroes, but with every film of its kind, there needs to be at least one strong oppressor for balance. And who better to be in charge of moral oppression than a J.T. Walsh character? His final, heated moment as Big Bob is the highlight of the film. From black and white to Technicolor, all in one passionate rant.

The Negotiator (1998)

Inspector Niebaum

When I initially drafted the list of Walsh’s best performances, I didn’t consider his turn in The Negotiator as an option. Thankfully, I went back and rewatched this perfectly decent action thriller, and found myself utterly taken away by Walsh’s deceit.

In the film, Lt. Danny Roman (Samuel L. Jackson) is accused of killing his partner, so he holds a few people hostage, including Walsh’s Neibaum, to clear his name. Now, because this is a Samuel L. Jackson-playing-the-good-guy movie, we know Roman is innocent. Roman’s chief suspect in the crime is Internal Affairs Inspector Niebaum (or someone working for Niebaum) so, as a by-product of our innocence for Roman, we assume Niebaum is guilty. And the beauty of Walsh’s work here is that he doesn’t try to convince Roman (or the audience) otherwise. In short, we never know how to feel about Niebaum. He could be to blame, he could be a patsy, or he could just be having a very bad day. It was always hard to tell with Walsh.

The Best of the Best

Sling Blade (1996)

Creepy Inmate (Charles Bushman)

In Sling Blade’s opening scene, we watch as an ice cold inmate in a mental institution slowly drags his chair across the room, placing it next to Billy Bob Thornton. From there, J.T. Walsh sits down and delivers a monologue of sheer dread. He recalls a time when he picked up a woman off the street for sex, only to soon discover she was a he. Walsh delivers this haunting exchange in one single shot, and usually with a smile on his face.

Then the film does something very interesting. It cuts to two young female reporters, arriving at the institution to interview an inmate known as Karl. When the film cuts back to Walsh and Thornton, Walsh is now describing how and why he abducted and killed a woman some years ago. Cut back to the girls preparing for the interview. Back to Walsh, and so on.

This is classic movie juxtaposition: anyone who knows anything about movies knows that the two girls are there to interview either Thornton or Walsh’s character. They are there to speak to Karl, yet, if you haven’t seen the film, you actually have no idea which of the men Karl is. The warden of the institution slowly makes his way into the room where Walsh and Thornton are speaking. The warden instructs Karl that he has a visitor, and we wait in baited breath to see which man stands up. Thornton stands, and we let out a sigh of relief.

Just imagine if Karl was the other guy.

Other Notable Roles

Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)

House of Games (1987)

Tequila Sunrise (1988)

Misery (1990)

The Grifters (1990)

Backdraft (1991)

Hoffa (1992)

Red Rock West (1993)

The Last Seduction (1994)

Miracle on 34th Street (1994)

Blue Chips (1994)

The Client (1994)

Nixon (1995)

Outbreak (1995)

Persons Unknown (1996)

Executive Decision (1996)

#j.t. walsh #jt walsh #underrated actors

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blog-aventin-de · 8 months

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Was Satire darf

Was Satire darf ⋆ Kurt Tucholsky ⋆ Freiheit und Meinung

Wenn einer bei uns einen guten politischen Witz macht, dann sitzt halb Deutschland vor dem Fernseher, dem PC oder dem Handy und nimmt übel. Satire scheint in den Augen vieler Menschen eine durchaus negative Sache zu sein. Sie sagt aber: »Nein!«. Eine Satire beißt, lacht, pfeift und trommelt gegen alles, was falsch, verlogen, stockt oder träge ist. Satire ist eine durchaus positive Sache. Nirgends verrät sich eine charakterlose Person schneller als hier, nirgends zeigt sich fixer, was ein gewissenloser Hanswurst ist, einer, der heute den angreift und morgen den anderen. Der Satiriker selbst ist meist ein gekränkter Idealist. Er möchte gern eine gute Welt haben, sie ist aber schlecht in seinen Augen, und er rennt nun gegen das Schlechte an. Die Satire eines charaktervollen Künstlers, der um des Guten willen kämpft, verdient also nicht diese Nichtachtung und das empörte Fauchen, mit dem hierzulande diese Kunst oft abgetan wird. Viele Menschen machen vor allem einen Fehler: sie verwechseln das Dargestellte mit dem Darstellenden. Wenn man so z.B. die Folgen der Trunksucht aufzeigen will, also dieses Laster bekämpfen, so kann man das nicht mit frommen Bibelsprüchen, sondern am wirksamsten durch die packende Darstellung eines Mannes tun, der hoffnungslos betrunken ist. Man hebt den Vorhang auf, der schonend über die Fäulnis im Land gebreitet ist, und sagt: »Seht!« In Deutschland nennt man dergleichen Krassheit. Trunksucht ist auch ein böses Ding, sie schädigt das Volk, und nur schonungslose Wahrheit kann da helfen. Übertreibt die Satire? Die Satire muss übertreiben und ist ihrem tiefsten Wesen nach ungerecht. Sie bläst die Wahrheit auf, damit sie deutlicher wird, und sie kann gar nicht anders arbeiten als nach dem Bibelwort: »Es leiden die Gerechten mit den Ungerechten!« Wir sollten also nicht so kleinlich sein. Wir alle - Volksschullehrer und Kaufleute und Professoren und Redakteure und Musiker und Ärzte und Beamte und Angestellte und Frauen und Beauftragte - wir alle haben Fehler und komische Seiten und kleine und große Schwächen. Und wir müssen nicht immer gleich aufbegehren, wenn einer wirklich einmal einen guten Witz reißt. Boshaft kann er sein, aber ehrlich soll er sein. Das ist kein rechter Mann und keine rechte Frau, die nicht einen ordentlichen Puff vertragen können. Sie mögen sich mit denselben Mitteln dagegen wehren, sie mögen mit Worten wider schlagen - aber sie sollten nicht verletzt, empört oder gekränkt den Kopf wenden. Es würde bei uns im öffentlichen Leben ein viel reinerer Wind wehen, wenn nicht alle übel nehmen würden. So aber schwillt der Dünkel zum Größenwahn weiter an. Der Satiriker tanzt zwischen Interessen, Vereinigungen, Klassen, Konfessionen und Einrichtungen einen ständigen Eiertanz. Das ist gewiss auch recht graziös, aber auf Dauer etwas ermüdend. Die echte Satire ist gesund und wirkt blutreinigend: denn wer gesundes Blut hat, der hat auch einen reinen Teint. Was darf die Satire? (Fast) Alles! Es gibt auch Grenzen der Ironie. Was die Satire darf ⋆ Frei nach Kurt Tucholsky ⋆ Freiheit und Meinung Read the full article

#AveMeCum #Aventin #Freiheit #Gesellschaft #KurtTucholsky #Leben #Meinung #Politik #Satire

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brookston · 1 year

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Holidays 4.11

Holidays

Aliyah Day (Israel)

Barbershop Quartet Day

Battle of Rivas Anniversary Day (Costa Rica)

Buchenwald Liberation Day

Cigarettes are Hazardous to Your Health Day

Dina Ali Day

Dog Therapy Appreciation Day

Donkey Kong Day

8-Track Tape Day [also 9.15]

Ex-Muslim Day of Visibility

Festival of Unmediated Play

411 Day

Ghodejatra (Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Global Youth Service Day begins (until 13th)

Good Deeds Day

International Day for Maternal Health & Rights

International Day of Liberation of Nazi Concentration Camps

International Louie Louie Day

Juan Santamaria Day (Costa Rica)

Laotian New Year

Liberation Day (Uganda)

Love My School Day

M&M Crisis in Space Day

Milk Day

Most Boring Day

National Board Game Day

National Clean Up Your Pantry Day

National Day of the Sea (Italy)

National James Day

National Marketing Operations Appreciation Day

National Pet Day

National Portfolio Day

Safe Motherhood Day (India)

Submarine Day [also 3.17]

Teach Your Children To Save Day

World Breathing Day

World Parkinson's Disease Day

Write Your Memoirs Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cheese Fondue Day

King Gambrinus Day

National Poutine Day (Canada)

National Ranch Water Day

2nd Tuesday in April

Be Kind to Lawyers Day [2nd Tuesday]

Identity Management Day [2nd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Quixotica (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Slitronia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Southland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum XI (Pagan)

Aid, Abbot in Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Annual $30 Donation Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Antipas of Pergamum (Greek Orthodox Church)

Aristarchus (Positivist; Saint)

Cashier Anal Sex Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Cheese Fondue Day (Pastafarian)

Easter Tuesday (Australia, Cyprus, Nauru) [Tuesday after Easter]

Gambrinus (Christian; Saint) [beer, brewers] *

Gemma Galgani (Christian; Saint)

Godeberta (Christian; Saint)

Guthlac of Crowland (or Croyland; Christian; Saint)

George Selwyn (Anglicanism)

James-Baptiste Isabey (Artology)

Leo the Great, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Maccai (Christian; Saint)

Phoebe Furchester-Fuzz (Muppetism)

Stanislaus of Szczepanów (Christian; Saint)

Terribly Sensible Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [8 of 24]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [15 of 32]

Prime Number Day: 101 [26 of 72]

Premieres

Anger Management (Film; 2003)

Be-Bop-a-Lula, recorded by Gene Vincent (Song; 1956)

Don’t Trust the B—— in Apartment 23 (TV Series; 2012)

Follow That Dream (Film; 1962)

For Your Eyes Only, by Ian Fleming (Short Story Collection; 1959) [James Bond #8]

Grosse Point Blank (Film; 1997)

Jailbird, by Kurt Vonnegut (Novel; 1980)

Josie and the Pussycats (Film; 2001)

Joey Street, by Frances Parkinson Keyes (Novel; 1951)

Marty (Film; 1955)

My Friend Irma (Radio Series; 1947)

Nick Carter, Master Detective (Radio Series; 1943)

Off Beat (Film; 1986)

Oops!… I Did It Again, by Britney Spears (Song; 2000)

The Pink Panther (Film; 1964)

Rio 2 (Animated Film; 2014)

Riscio (a.k.a. The Double Take), by Ian Fleming (James Bond Short Story; 1960)

The Salzburg Connection, by Helen MacInnes (Novel; 1969)

Singin’ in the Rain (Film; 1952)

St. Matthew Passion, by Johann Sebastian Bach (Oratorio; 1727)

Strangers in the Night, recorded by Frank Sinatra (Song; 1966)

Supersonic, by Oasis (Song; 1994)

This Note’s For You, by Neil Young (Album; 1988)

Tokyo Revengers (Anime TV Series; 2021)

Today’s Name Days

Hildebrand, Stanislaus (Austria)

Filip, Izak, Stana, Stanislav (Croatia)

Izabela (Czech Republic)

Leo (Denmark)

Hurme, Hurmi, Urmi (Estonia)

Minea, Minka, Verna (Finland)

Stanislas (France)

Hildebrand, Reiner, Stanislaus (Germany)

Antipas (Greece)

Leó, Szaniszló (Hungary)

Gemma, Isacco, Stanislao (Italy)

Hermanis, Ira, Irida, Vilmars (Latvia)

Daugailė, Leonas, Vykintas (Lithuania)

Ulf, Ylva (Norway)

Filip, Herman, Jaromir, Leon, Marek (Poland)

Antipa, Calinic, Farmutie (Romania)

Július (Slovakia)

Estanislao, Gema, Gemma, Isaac (Spain)

Ulf, Ylva (Sweden)

Yaromyr (Ukraine)

Alger, Algernon, Ari, Ariel, Arielle, Arion, Leo, Leon, Leonel, Leona, Leontine, Lionel (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 101 of 2024; 264 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 15 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 24 of 28]

Chinese: Second Month 2 (Gui-Mao), Day 21 (Ji-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Nisan 5783

Islamic: 20 Ramadan 1444

J Cal: 10 Aqua; Threesday [10 of 30]

Julian: 29 March 2023

Moon: 69%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 17 Archimedes (4th Month) [Aristarchus]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 2 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 23 of 90)

Zodiac: Aries (Day 22 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Holidays 4.11

Holidays

Aliyah Day (Israel)

Barbershop Quartet Day

Battle of Rivas Anniversary Day (Costa Rica)

Buchenwald Liberation Day

Cigarettes are Hazardous to Your Health Day

Dina Ali Day

Dog Therapy Appreciation Day

Donkey Kong Day

8-Track Tape Day [also 9.15]

Ex-Muslim Day of Visibility

Festival of Unmediated Play

411 Day

Ghodejatra (Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Global Youth Service Day begins (until 13th)

Good Deeds Day

International Day for Maternal Health & Rights

International Day of Liberation of Nazi Concentration Camps

International Louie Louie Day

Juan Santamaria Day (Costa Rica)

Laotian New Year

Liberation Day (Uganda)

Love My School Day

M&M Crisis in Space Day

Milk Day

Most Boring Day

National Board Game Day

National Clean Up Your Pantry Day

National Day of the Sea (Italy)

National James Day

National Marketing Operations Appreciation Day

National Pet Day

National Portfolio Day

Safe Motherhood Day (India)

Submarine Day [also 3.17]

Teach Your Children To Save Day

World Breathing Day

World Parkinson's Disease Day

Write Your Memoirs Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cheese Fondue Day

King Gambrinus Day

National Poutine Day (Canada)

National Ranch Water Day

2nd Tuesday in April

Be Kind to Lawyers Day [2nd Tuesday]

Identity Management Day [2nd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Quixotica (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

Slitronia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Southland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Vernum XI (Pagan)

Aid, Abbot in Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Annual $30 Donation Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Antipas of Pergamum (Greek Orthodox Church)

Aristarchus (Positivist; Saint)

Cashier Anal Sex Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Cheese Fondue Day (Pastafarian)

Easter Tuesday (Australia, Cyprus, Nauru) [Tuesday after Easter]

Gambrinus (Christian; Saint) [beer, brewers] *

Gemma Galgani (Christian; Saint)

Godeberta (Christian; Saint)

Guthlac of Crowland (or Croyland; Christian; Saint)

George Selwyn (Anglicanism)

James-Baptiste Isabey (Artology)

Leo the Great, Pope (Christian; Saint)

Maccai (Christian; Saint)

Phoebe Furchester-Fuzz (Muppetism)

Stanislaus of Szczepanów (Christian; Saint)

Terribly Sensible Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [8 of 24]

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [15 of 32]

Prime Number Day: 101 [26 of 72]

Premieres

Anger Management (Film; 2003)

Be-Bop-a-Lula, recorded by Gene Vincent (Song; 1956)

Don’t Trust the B—— in Apartment 23 (TV Series; 2012)

Follow That Dream (Film; 1962)

For Your Eyes Only, by Ian Fleming (Short Story Collection; 1959) [James Bond #8]

Grosse Point Blank (Film; 1997)

Jailbird, by Kurt Vonnegut (Novel; 1980)

Josie and the Pussycats (Film; 2001)

Joey Street, by Frances Parkinson Keyes (Novel; 1951)

Marty (Film; 1955)

My Friend Irma (Radio Series; 1947)

Nick Carter, Master Detective (Radio Series; 1943)

Off Beat (Film; 1986)

Oops!… I Did It Again, by Britney Spears (Song; 2000)

The Pink Panther (Film; 1964)

Rio 2 (Animated Film; 2014)

Riscio (a.k.a. The Double Take), by Ian Fleming (James Bond Short Story; 1960)

The Salzburg Connection, by Helen MacInnes (Novel; 1969)

Singin’ in the Rain (Film; 1952)

St. Matthew Passion, by Johann Sebastian Bach (Oratorio; 1727)

Strangers in the Night, recorded by Frank Sinatra (Song; 1966)

Supersonic, by Oasis (Song; 1994)

This Note’s For You, by Neil Young (Album; 1988)

Tokyo Revengers (Anime TV Series; 2021)

Today’s Name Days

Hildebrand, Stanislaus (Austria)

Filip, Izak, Stana, Stanislav (Croatia)

Izabela (Czech Republic)

Leo (Denmark)

Hurme, Hurmi, Urmi (Estonia)

Minea, Minka, Verna (Finland)

Stanislas (France)

Hildebrand, Reiner, Stanislaus (Germany)

Antipas (Greece)

Leó, Szaniszló (Hungary)

Gemma, Isacco, Stanislao (Italy)

Hermanis, Ira, Irida, Vilmars (Latvia)

Daugailė, Leonas, Vykintas (Lithuania)

Ulf, Ylva (Norway)

Filip, Herman, Jaromir, Leon, Marek (Poland)

Antipa, Calinic, Farmutie (Romania)

Július (Slovakia)

Estanislao, Gema, Gemma, Isaac (Spain)

Ulf, Ylva (Sweden)

Yaromyr (Ukraine)

Alger, Algernon, Ari, Ariel, Arielle, Arion, Leo, Leon, Leonel, Leona, Leontine, Lionel (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 101 of 2024; 264 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 15 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 24 of 28]

Chinese: Second Month 2 (Gui-Mao), Day 21 (Ji-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 20 Nisan 5783

Islamic: 20 Ramadan 1444

J Cal: 10 Aqua; Threesday [10 of 30]

Julian: 29 March 2023

Moon: 69%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 17 Archimedes (4th Month) [Aristarchus]

Runic Half Month: Man (Human Being) [Day 2 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 23 of 90)

Zodiac: Aries (Day 22 of 30)

#Holidays

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geigenbau-uebel · 1 year

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Familientradition im Geigenbau

Seit Johann Gottfried Uebel im Jahre 1725 im vogtländischen Markneukirchen mit dem Geigenbau begann, hat unsere Familie diese Handwerkskunst bis zum heutigen Tag erfolgreich fortgesetzt. Alle heute in der Werkstatt gebauten Instrumente werden noch immer in reiner Handarbeit und zum Teil aus 100 Jahre alten Hölzern gefertigt.

Neben Reparaturen, Vermietung und Neubau wird eine Auswahl qualitätvoller Geigen, Bratschen, Celli sowie sorgfältig ausgesuchter Geigen- und Cellibögen im Celler Ladenlokal angeboten.

Alle Instrumente wurden vorher in der Geigenbau-Werkstatt fachgerecht und mit grosser Sorgfalt aufgearbeitet.

Historie der Geigenbau Familie Uebel

Die Familientradition der Familie Uebel im Geigenbau bzw Instrumentenbau beginnt bereits im frühen 18. Jahrhundert. Auch bekannte Bogenbauer und Klarinettenbauer gehören zur Familie Uebel

Uebel, Johann Christian (*1703- 1771) Geigenbaumeister

Uebel, Georg (*??-1738) Geigenmacher

Uebel, Johann Andreas (*1715-1749) Geigenmachermeister

Uebel, Johann

Uebel, Georg Friedrich (*1719-1800) Geigenhändler

Uebel, Georg Bernhard (*1729-?) Geigenmacher

Uebel, Johann Michael Senior (*1735-1792)

Uebel, Johann Andreas (*1748-?) Geigenmacher

Uebel, Johann Christian II (*1749-1810) Geigenmachermeister

Uebel, Johann Michael junior (*1778-1843) Geigenmachermeister

Uebel, Friedrich Gustav (*1855-1915) Holzblasinstrumentenmacher (Klarinette)

Uebel, August Moritz (*1860-1894)

Uebel, Max (*1866-?) Geigenmacher

Uebel, Karl Friedrich Wilhelm (?-?)

Uebel, Gustav (*1868-1949)

Uebel, Friedrich Richard, (*1872-1953) Bogenbauer

Uebel, Kurt (*1890-1975) Bogenmacher

Uebel, Ernst Robert (*1882-1959) Blasinstrumentermacher und Komponist

Uebel, Friedrich Arthur (*1888-1963) Holzblasinstrumentemacher (Klarinette)

Uebel, Richard Kurt Uebel (*1896-1970) Bogenmacher

Uebel, Gustav Ehrhard (*1903-1958) Geigenbaumeister

Uebel, Kurt Werner (*1928) Bogenbaumeister

Uebel, Gottfried (*1929 ) Gitarrenbauer

Uebel, Wolfgang August (*1932-2021) Geigenbaumeister

Uebel, Klaus W. (*1954) Bogenbaumeister

Uebel, Frauke (*1966) Geigenbauerin

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lordirrelevant · 4 years

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And yet another Kurt-comic... it’s story-less even for my standards, but what can I say? I wish there was more content with Kurt and Reiner T.T

PLEASE GIVE ME MOAR KURT AND REINER!

I’ve also noticed that my Reiner-headcanons kind of correspond to my own and other people’s (Diahonored)-Thomas-headcanons. Appearance-wise, I mean. But hey, can you blame me? Same vibe! No?

#greedfall #greedfall fanart #greedfall kurt #greedfall reiner #fan comic #dishonored #dishonored thomas

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acecroft · 3 years

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RELIC HUNTER, 1.12

#relichunteredit #tvedit #chewieblog #bbelcher #cinemapix #useroptional #relic hunter #sydney fox #nigel bailey #kurt reiner #dallas carter #tia carrere #christien anholt #thomas kretschmann #john schneider #mygifs

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namesetc · 2 years

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grunge/emo names that are masc leaning

Im sure there might be a few

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Axel

Arrow

Archer

Ajax

Anakin

Asher

Blaze/Blase/Blaise

Blade

Crew

Cosmo

Crow

Crash

Damon

Draven

Drake

Draco

Eddie

Edge

Ever

Gravity

Gage

Hyde

Jett

Jax

Knox

Kurt

Locke

Maddox

Onyx

Pilot

Phoenix

Rex

Rocket

Rain/Raine/Rayne

Rainer/Reiner/Rayner

Rook

Raven

Reven

Scott

Stone

Von

Xeno

Zero

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litafficionado · 7 years

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“For some, he’s a frightening figure. Others, who haven’t read him but have heard tell of him, are only afraid he would frighten them. And many more find him sad, though they can’t quite tell you why. Some, sensing a hint of depression, delicately set his slender books aside. Yes, there are plenty of reasons to keep him at arm’s length—not least of which is the rumor that he was more or less insane, which persists to this day and finds ample nourishment even in his finished works.

For some, he breeds impatience, nervousness. His texts are enigmatic, and he seems to take pleasure in leading the reader astray, along labyrinthine, inescapable loops of thought.

And yet some readers—and their numbers have not dwindled over the decades—wholeheartedly embrace him, experiencing his prose as the greatest pleasure that literature has to offer. Not repelled by mysterious plots or by ultimate catastrophes, such readers accept these as images of the impenetrability and finitude of human life, and especially of life in modern, administrated, mass societies. For what makes these images so compelling are not the ideas concealed within them, always open to debate, but rather their aesthetic forms: the crystalline language, the provocative simplicity, the wealth of unheard-of, wonderful metaphors and paradoxes, the virtuosic mastery of dream logic, the showering sparks of humor that illuminate even the darkest moments of calamity. Capable of absolutely anything, he is the author who knows no carelessness, no linguistic ornament, no empty effects. He is the author who never sleeps.” -Reiner Stach on Franz Kafka, from Is That Kafka?: 99 Finds[tr. Kurt Beals]

#reiner stach #franz kafka #Is That Kafka?: 99 Finds #kurt beals #lit

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ficsforeren · 2 years

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if tls eren had social media he’d post his spotify wrapped on insta stories and it would be all rock.

except that one year y/n decides to prank him and while he was on stage or recording songs he’d play bts songs on his phone so his top artist was bts and he was so pissed that he couldn’t post it.

he thought that people wouldn’t notice, but of course everyone did because he’s always like 0.0001% of nirvana’s top listeners and he’s proud of it, but jean just exposes him on twitter

“to all of those wondering why eren hasn’t posted his spotify wrapped, it’s because bts is his top artist lmao”

“no hate to bts, but he feels like he just cheated on nirvana and is having a crisis over it”

“he’s crying. he’s actually crying over this. tears are streaming down his face. someone call levi and tell him to smack some sense back into him”

“this man has been on the phone with spotify’s tech support for over an hour trying to gat them to change his stats…”

“he told reiner to “talk to kurt and tell him i’m sorry”, bitch he’s catholic, not a ouija board”

he’d also “threaten” to file for divorce one he find out it was you who did it. after this he now always logs out from his spotify account when leaving his phone with you for long periods of time >:|

-🗝

OHMYGODDDDDDDD

#BRO WHY IS THIS SO ACCURATE #I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD THIS IS SOOOO GOOD #💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯#ANON 🗝 YOU NEVER MISSED I SWEAR #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS #OMG THE WAY I LAUGHED AT THIS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#EVERYTHING JEAN SAID WAS SO GOOD LMAOOOOO #bitch he's catholic not an ouija board LAKJDDKFLJASLDFJAL I AM WHEEZING #i love this SO MUCH #the last song canon

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windless-hurricane · 3 years

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Sparks

Chapter Two: Orientation and the Crazed Potato Girl

A Reiner x Reader x (Eventual) Jean Fanfic

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SUMMARY: After the fall of Shiganshina, you joined the military along with your brother. You had hoped to bring peace to the world by doing so, but the world was a cruel place. You seemed to lose more than you gained, but there was always someone - someone who made losing just a bit…easier. You hoped you could keep them forever, but was there a guarantee in this world?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: *SPOILER ALERT*

I was originally going to cut this chapter, but I just couldn’t after what happened a few episodes ago... 🥺 Sasha, you will forever be in our hearts!

WARNINGS (for entire series): Language, explicit violence, talks of death, suicide, trauma, and mental illness, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, and sexuality.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

TAGLIST: @flowersgirl02 @noodlenerd101 @nekohwa @drowned-pathetic-rat @bestgirlb @bleepop

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“You, cadet! What’s your name?!”

“(Y/N) Bauer, sir,” you shouted back with an angered look in your eyes.

If he hadn’t told you that you stuck out like a sore thumb moments before, you wouldn’t be as angry as you were now.

You knew your hair was quite...white for you being a teenager, but it wasn’t your fault. The last few years have been hell for you, especially since the Titans broke through the wall and destroyed your hometown. It hadn’t been easy, but for this man to come at you for it, it was unforgivable.

You wanted to snap at him, but you caught the eyes of your brother from afar. They were stern and told you exactly what not to do. So, you simply took to answering Shadis’s questions as fast as you could.

As a few cadets watched, Reiner did the same. However, something was eating at him. ‘Bauer, where have I heard that name before,’ he thought to himself.

Shadis hummed. “Would you happen to be related to Kurt Bauer?”

“Yes, sir,” you confirmed. “He was my father.”

Reiner’s eyes widened. White hair, Kurt Bauer. He knew exactly who you were.

“Ah, no wonder you looked so familiar. Your father had a full head of white hair when he was your age too.” He grabbed a strand of your hair, examining it, before nudging your head back roughly. It took everything in you to not retaliate.

“Well, do you hear that, maggots,” he shouted. “You have someone from the esteemed Bauer family here, the family of humanity’s best and strongest soldiers.”

In a split second, everyone turned their gazes to you and ogled you from afar.

You and your brother were from a very popular family, the Bauers to be exact. While you were proud of it, you were always embarrassed at how much attention it brought you. You already felt your ears burning as Shadis spoke again.

“I trained with your father and mother and trained your eldest brother. All real talents. Such a shame they didn’t put it to use though…”

You froze at his statement. What?

“...They all joined the Garrison Regiment.”

They did, you knew they did, but it was all for a reason and he didn’t know anything about it. No one did. No one had the room to talk about them.

Your jaw clenched from anger as your body trembled. No one...

“Hopefully you don’t make the same mistake,” he remarked, finally taking a few steps past you. However, he didn’t get far.

Right behind his feet, you hawked up a loogie and spat it out. He came to an abrupt stop as a few of the cadets surrounding you gasped.

He turned around slower than death and looked straight into your eyes.

“Cadet, could you tell me what you did just now?” His voice was menacing and low, and it made you smirk.

“I apologize, sir,” you saluted with an ever growing smile on your face. “It was just so dusty, I had to clear my throat.”

He lunged toward you in an instant and if anyone was watching from afar, they would say you were about to take your last breath because the man in front of you was going to slaughter you worse than any Titan ever could.

However, you grinned.

Everyone was looking at you like you had a death wish, while your brother simply slapped his hand onto his forehead. Reiner, on the other hand, grinned along with you.

“I know a great place where you wouldn’t have to worry about dust,” he mentioned and your eyebrow shifted.

“Care to show me,” you asked sarcastically.

You hadn’t expected him to show you the lake after orientation and you certainly hadn’t expected him to tell you to jump in and swim past sunset.

Yet, there you were. Still in full uniform, swimming your ass off.

Your entire body burned as you spent hours swimming laps in the lake. Your lungs were on fire and your vision was beginning to blur. If it wasn't for the cold breeze that hit the half of your face as you lifted it for air, you would’ve passed out a while ago.

As you looked into the distance past the splashing water, the orange mass was setting. Thank goodness, you thought.

You kept pushing for what felt like five more hours until the darkness completely overwhelmed the sky. The blackness made you want to close your eyes and drift to sleep, but drowning wasn’t an option now.

So, you used whatever was left of your might to swim to shore and pull yourself out of the lake.

You were drenched, exhausted, and crawling onto the sand with blurry vision. The last thing you were able to do was turn onto your back before collapsing entirely. You panted heavily, your cloudy breath staining the air.

You wanted to strip of your uniform, but couldn’t lift a finger to do so.

You smirked to yourself. ‘I’m going to die out here,’ you thought. ‘I’m going to get hyperthermia and die. Then, Shadis can get fired.’

As you hoped for Shadis’s firing, a pair of footsteps made their way over to you and stopped by your head. You attempted to look, but even that hurt you. So, you simply waited for them to move.

They knelt down beside you and wiped your forehead with a handkerchief. The closer they got, you realized who it was.

“Vik...tor,” you panted and he looked down at you with a confused look on his face.

“Why are you smiling,” he questioned, still wiping your face. You chuckled.

“Just...thinking about Shadis…getting fired...if I die.”

“Tch, you’re not going to die.”

“Well...he still...deserves it,” you remarked, causing him to roll his eyes.

“You’re really unbelievable, sister. C’mon.”

He wrapped his arm around the back of your shoulders and sat you up as slowly as he could. You still groaned in pain however and threw a coughing fit shortly after.

Your brother patted your back as he sighed, “There you go, just let it all out.”

Once you were done, you let out a huge exhale and felt slightly rejuvenated. “Shit, Shadis is a bastard.”

“Did you learn your lesson,” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow and you simply chuckled.

“No.”

“Tch,” he shook his head. “Maybe you really do take after dad.”

“Do you see this hair,” you snorted and he smirked faintly.

“Fair point.”

“I still don’t understand how you only got away with a streak of white hair,” you pointed out, causing him to shrug.

“Well, our family isn't lucky when it comes to stress,” he remarked. “Guess you just got the unluckier side of things.”

“Maybe.”

“Anyways, you need to eat.”

He unexpectedly pulled out a loaf of bread from his pocket and offered it to you. However, your eyes widened in panic.

“But isn’t the mess house still open?” He shook his head.

“This was all I was able to get.” You sighed, but were still content with what your brother had brought you.

So, you nodded thankfully before wrapping your hand around the loaf. However, the moment you did, you both heard growling from afar and froze. You looked to your right and saw a girl in the distance. She was on all fours and watched the both of you with glowing eyes. You squinted harder, trying to make out who it was.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that…” right as you trailed off, she ran toward the both of you at an inhuman speed. “Potato girl?!”

In an instant, her jaw was latched onto the loaf of bread and you and your brother shrieked in fear. He fell back, while you still clung to your bread. You were still very confused as to what was going on, but were deathly hungry. You didn’t even care if you were in pain. You wanted your bread.

You leaned forward determinedly and grabbed her face with one hand.

“Stop acting crazy, potato girl! It’s my bread,” you yelled, attempting to push her off, but her bite was relentless.

You kept pushing on her face as she started doing the same to you and you would have succeeded if your arm didn’t give out from exhaustion.

You fell back in annoyance and watched as she ravaged your poor loaf. Then, she screamed, causing you to flinch.

“Hey, what’re you-“ but she cut you off.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so hungry.” Her mouth was full of chewed up bread and you would’ve been disgusted, if you weren’t more surprised by the fact that she wasn’t acting like an animal anymore.

“It’s whatever,” you pouted.

“Here,” she motioned and you looked down at her hand. There was still a piece of bread in it. While it wasn’t much, your mouth still watered.

“It’s fine,” you cooed. “You can eat it.”

“No, please,” she pleaded, taking your hands abruptly into hers and forcing the bread into them. “Eat it!”

You blushed in embarrassment before pulling away, “Fine, um, thank you...Sa-”

“Sasha,” she nodded. “Sasha Blouse.”

“(Y/N) Bauer,” you gestured to Viktor. “My brother.”

He was still gazing at Sasha nervously, but managed to smile, “Viktor Bauer.”

“Hey, is everything okay out here? I thought I heard screaming,” a new voice asked and you all looked to the owner of it. She was a small blonde girl, stopping once she neared the three of you.

“Yes,” your brother reassured, standing up quickly. If it wasn’t so dark, you would’ve seen the blush on his cheek.

“Oh, that’s good,” she smiled sweetly. “I just wanted to give you bread.” She held out two loaves and your mouth along with Sasha’s began to water. “I know you were running all day and you were swimming, so I thought you might be hungry.”

You and Sasha both looked at each other with wide eyes before looking back at the girl whose name you could’ve sworn was Krista.

“Are you…” you started to say.

“A goddess,” Sasha finished and you looked at her in disbelief.

This really was going to be a long three years.

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haledamage · 3 years

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Silent fury for whoever you want :3

(Jester Sending voice) GUESS WHO IT IS~

it's Nadia/Kurt again 😅 shocking, I know. I let them actively flirt this time! though they still aren't in a relationship yet...

spoilers for Kurt's 3rd companion quest and the story stuff that precedes it

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“I’m going to get us some drinks,” Kurt announced as soon as they stepped into the Coin Tavern in San Matheus, eyeing the evening crowd suspiciously. “You think you can stay out of trouble until I get back?”

“No promises,” Nadia said with an impish grin.

He glowered at her. She winked in response.

He walked away with a shake of his head, and she found them an open table in a corner, sliding into a chair that left her back to the wall and let her see most of the room. She saved Kurt his preferred seat, the one directly in the corner that would best let him see the door.

Trouble inevitably found her only minutes later, in the form of a young Guardsman wearing the regalia of the Red Sun regiment. He saluted her nervously, looking over his shoulder at the tavern’s crowd before asking, “Are you the Legate de Sardet?”

“I am.” She gave him her most charming smile, trying not to look like the last thing she wanted right now was to work. “Do you need something?”

Without any more preamble, the soldier pulled a knife and lunged at her. She dove backwards to avoid it, knocking her chair over with a clatter. When he swung at her again, she caught his wrist, using his momentum to twist his arm behind his back and slam him face first into the table.

The knife slipped out of his numb fingers and Nadia grabbed it before it could fall, pressing it to his throat. “Is this the fabled honor of the Coin Guard?” she hissed, any hint of kindness in her voice frozen over. “Attacking an unarmed woman in a bar?”

His eyes were very green and very wide as panic and the realization that he lost started to set in. “I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me! I was only following orders.”

She inspected the boy’s face. He was quite young to be sent after someone of Nadia’s reputation; if he was over sixteen, she’d eat her hat. He was also clearly terrified, but it didn’t seem to be her he was afraid of--at least, not entirely. Though the knife she held likely made a compelling argument in her favor. “Who sent you?”

“They said that you’re responsible for the fall of the Guard,” he blurted out. “They’ve given orders to attack on sight.”

Even with her compelling argument at his throat he still wasn't telling her any names. That meant one of two things: either he didn't know their names, or he was blindly obedient to the point of suicide. A remnant of the ghost company, she’d wager; if she was wrong, she’d eat her gloves too.

She seethed in silent fury at the people responsible. The ones that had taken children like this one, like Wilhelm and Reiner and even Kurt, once upon a time, and tried to turn them into puppets and monsters.

Nadia pushed it away, swallowing it down until it wouldn’t show. He would take her reaction for pity rather than sympathy; they always did. She bottled it up so she could turn it into action later, when she finally met the infamous Major Hermann.

She let the boy go, but stood in a way that he wouldn’t be able to run without going through her. “Hmm. I did it all on my own, did I? Not much of a coup if it could be foiled by one woman acting alone. But I suppose they know better than to send you directly after Kurt, or Sieglinde, or Manfred, or any of the other honorable members of the Guard, and so they sent you to me.” She felt a presence at her back, solid and warm and familiar enough that she knew who it was without looking. “Hello, Kurt.”

Somehow, the boy’s eyes got wider. “Captain!” He fumbled an attempted salute.

“At ease, cadet.” Kurt almost sounded casual enough to hide his anger. “What’s this?”

“You know me,” Nadia said, false cheer taking the edge off the lingering chill in her voice. “Making new friends wherever I go.”

“He tried to kill you, didn’t he?” She couldn’t see his face, but whatever was there was frightening enough that the cadet tried to step back, practically climbing onto the table in his haste to escape.

She hummed in affirmation, presenting him the knife. He took from her and inspected it wordlessly. “Likely on Hermann’s command. Or his lackeys. Lad doesn’t know any better. Just following orders.” She was starting to hate those three words. The things men would try to justify under the guise of ‘following orders’ enraged her.

“You’re damn lucky she was alone when you staged your little attempt. Her Excellency is much more polite than I.” Kurt grabbed the young soldier by the front of his doublet and dragged him close, voice dropping into a growl, low and dangerous. “You ever try to touch her again and you had better start swimming, because there’s nowhere on this island you can hide from me.” He released the boy abruptly enough that he stumbled. “Go.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of the tavern without looking back.

Kurt immediately turned to Nadia, all his anger forgotten and replaced by a concerned frown. “Are you hurt?”

She tried not to appear too flustered, but her heart always skipped a beat when he got all growly and protective like that. There was something very attractive about watching him lose his cool on her behalf. His sudden proximity wasn’t helping matters, his hands gently skimming her sides, her stomach, down her arms, touching her face, searching for any sign of injury or distress.

She caught them and forced them still. They came to rest on her waist, and he finally looked up at her again. “I’m fine, Kurt. He didn’t even get close. You taught me better than that.”

His shoulders dropped with relief. “I should’ve known better than to leave you alone.”

“At least we know we’re in the right place.” She rested her hands on his arms, just above the elbow, in an attempt to offer comfort. She could only imagine how hard all of this was for him, especially on top of… well, everything else. It had been a rough week for them both. “If Hermann is sending terrified child assassins after me this quickly, he must be somewhere in the city.”

“I think you’re right.” His expression went distant, calculating, already planning two steps ahead. Then he shook it off, and his attention returned to her once more. “Be that as it may, Green Blood, I’m not leaving your side until he’s dealt with. Not for anything.”

Her eyebrows shot up, nearly disappearing under the brim of her hat. “Then I guess it's a good thing my bed’s big enough for two.”

Kurt’s ears and the back of his neck flushed red at the obvious suggestion in her words, but at the same time his gray eyes went storm dark, dangerous in a new and exciting way. His hands clenched on her waist, drawing her just the slightest bit closer. "Yes, well..." he cleared his throat, but his voice still came out a touch raspier than normal, “we should… concentrate on the job at hand. For now.”

Despite his words, however, he made no move to release her, or even to put any distance between them.

It was tempting to see what happened if she pushed the subject, but Nadia decided against it. He was right. This was important, and it needed to be done before someone got hurt. For now would have to keep her warm until then.

Reluctantly, she stepped back, putting a little space between them, her hands slowly sliding down his arms until they fell away. She set aside the spark that had been kindling there in the same place she put her anger - not extinguished, just banked, and waiting for a chance to reignite.

With one last deep, fortifying breath, she turned her back on Kurt and picked up her fallen chair, dropping into it and sliding one of the mugs on the table closer. She hadn’t even noticed him setting them down, wasn’t entirely sure when he’d found time between threatening her would-be assassin and fretting over her well-being, but she let it go.

After a few seconds, he sat down next to her. His arm draped over the back of her chair in a motion that probably looked relaxed to anyone who wasn’t close enough to feel the tension rolling off of him. She leaned into it anyway, letting him pretend it was an affectionate gesture instead of a protective one, that he wasn’t scanning the room like everyone else had also been sent to assassinate her.

“So why are we here?” she attempted to clear the strained atmosphere. “Waiting for someone?”

“Letting ourselves be seen.” Kurt took a long drink from his ale. “I want him to know we’re here. Men like Hermann get stupid when they get scared.”

She was starting to catch up with his thinking. This tavern was owned by the Coin Guard. A once-respected and decorated Major like their quarry would still bend a few sympathetic ears in a place like this. Their presence here was an open taunt. "And do things like send children to kill diplomats in a bar full of witnesses? Especially a diplomat known to travel with a Captain of the Guard as her personal bodyguard?"

He grunted in agreement. “Exactly. He sent that poor boy here to be killed. To make us draw first blood. Now he’ll run straight back to his masters and tell them what happened.” His voice was as dark and bitter as smoke, but when he turned to face Nadia, he wore a soft, if small, smile. He lifted his mug as if in a toast. “So tonight, I get to have a few drinks in a decent tavern with a beautiful woman. And tomorrow, the work begins.”

She tapped her cup against his. “You’re enjoying this. Scaring the ghosts.”

“So are you.”

“I did learn from the best.” She meant it. Nadia would have been a very different person without him in her life all these years; she liked to think he felt the same way.

But whether he did or not, he clearly still didn’t know how to take a compliment. “Flattery,” he said dryly, looking more amused than anything else. “And where do you expect that to get you, Your Excellency?”

“Most likely, alone in my large, very comfortable bed.”

Kurt chuckled, and the sound was like warm brandy on a cold day, sending heat curling through her. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

#nadia de sardet #nadia/kurt #greedfall #I just wanted to let them flirt *properly* before we get to the fics with smooches (SOON)#because at this point in the story it's no longer a matter of 'will they/won't they' pining #it's entirely a matter of *when* and they both know it #the only thing keeping them apart is outside forces and they're currently hunting those forces with extreme prejudice #(also nadia definitely kept that knife and named it 'compelling argument' because that's just who she is)#the game didn't give me enough options to be furious of kurt's behalf #because fuck hermann and fuck ghost company #and fuck all these people who put kurt through hell as a child and made him believe he was heartless #when he has the biggest heart of anyone on teer fradee #okay putting away my soapbox now #I have a lot of emotions about this fictional man

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