#mit charme

[flammentanz]

Patrick Macnee as John Steed and Diana Rigg as Emma Peel in "The Avengers: Who is who?"

#patrick macnee #diana rigg #the avengers #who is who? #john steed #emma peel #mit schirm charme und melone #wer ist wer? #traumpaar #perfect couple #my gif

[chaoslaura]

DANN ESST DOCH EUER ROHES RINDFLEISCH

warum krieg ich berlin. ich will nach bawü oder bayern, wo münchen halt ist, da sind so mindestens die hälfte meiner konzerterinnerungen zuhause

*Schweinefleisch. Was es nicht besser macht, keinesfalls. Ja dann esst doch eure Würmer!

Wer will denn freiwillig Bayern😭

#answered #@ die Bauerarbeiter die um 5 Uhr morgens mit nem Bier in die Bäckerei kommen (Nachtschicht) und dann auch noch sowas kaufen😩 #München kriegt +1 Charme aber auch nur wegen der Konzerte (ich war erst auf eins hm) #itsfandomsgalore

[deko-ideen]

Schauen Sie über die Klischees hinaus – 11 rosa Kronleuchter mit erwachsenem Charme

Schauen Sie über die Klischees hinaus – 11 rosa Kronleuchter mit erwachsenem Charme

Rosa ist eine trügerische Farbe. Es sieht ganz weich und mädchenhaft aus, aber es ist nicht nur für Kinderzimmer und definitiv nicht nur für Mädchen. Pink sieht toll aus, wenn es mit Accessoires und Akzenten in der Inneneinrichtung kombiniert wird. Zum Beispiel, rosa Kronleuchter kann sehr charmant sein, wenn Sie sich entscheiden, sie hervorzuheben. Sie können das schrullige Accessoire sein, das…

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#Charme #die #erwachsenem #hinaus #Klischees #Kronleuchter #Mit #Rosa #Schauen #Sie #über

[wilbursoot-updates]

Lovejoy, The Twisted New British Boy Band

Wilbur is mentioned in this article!

It was a December night, and as finals’ hush fell across campus, we fled north to the Aragon Ballroom for their Twisted Xmas. Little did we know just how sick and twisted it would be. (Although there was no punk-Christmas music played, thank God). We went for Lovejoy, an up-and-coming band in the pop-punk scene whom we had found by misremembering the name of Grouplove.

Under the Ballroom’s eaves, nestled in a crowd of teenage girls and their mothers, we caught sight of a woman’s lock screen next to me: “I’m nothing without you” scrawled in gothic handwriting. We weren’t sure what we had gotten ourselves into. Were we joining some kind of cult? Something that might continue to fill us with stories and motivation long after the concert, long after the holidays, through this winter and into the coming years? Then, lead singer Wilbur Soot, a teenage girl’s dream, stepped on stage with tousled hair. His toothy smile put me at ease and his mellifluous British accent calmed and enthralled us as the music came on.

While Soot was the center of the show, what’s a boy band without its boys? Bassist Ash Kabosu stood to Soot’s left, rocking shoulder-length hair and dark shades, in front of drummer Mark Boardman. Lead guitarist Joe Goldsmith flanked Soot to his right, performing in front of Alan Osmundson, the band’s touring trumpeter and keyboard player (who’s also an MIT Aerospace Engineering grad).

Lovejoy opened with a rolling drum beat, a groovy bass line, and an upbeat guitar melody. “Concrete” displayed all their charms. Soot counted his friends into the jam session before recalling a perhaps-fictional night out at 3 a.m. Someone, barely described, is making quite a commotion over Soot’s late-night kiss, enough that both our charming British boy and the bar’s bouncer is upset. Is this just a jealous fan? A long-term girlfriend? Someone a little too invested in that lovely accent? Soot recommends they “sleep on the concrete.” This tall, lanky boy, thin enough to be blown over by a small gust of wind, has a naughty streak in him! Soot’s music plays into emo and punk tendencies, writing about the dark sides of relationships and fighting the system, yet nastiness also comes from within him, giving him power and control.

And yet, somehow all the twisting only adds to this British boy’s allure. Soot’s songwriting is unconventional. It does not hold individual lines of lyrics like many other artists but instead rambles like prose, where one line is only understood by the context of the three lines before and after. With every song, the band publishes a short story. These short stories are just as much musical and emotional as they are lyrical. You would be forgiven for not knowing the names of “Concrete” or “It’s Golden Hour Somewhere” while they played. The refrains are so much less punctuated in his style, and it is hard to hear Soot sing those words over the sound of the entire crowd. Those of us at the concert experienced his stories collectively, uniting in these twisted and tousled emotions. Maybe this is a cult. We chose to join it by buying a hoodie, and they rewarded us with a trading card. What a great souvenir for my night with Wilbur the Hero.

#lovejoy #wilbur soot #posting this here so everyone can read this insane article #articles

[nickmelekian]

Winston Churchill überzeugte mit Witz & Charme - Kennst du eine ähnliche Geschichte? #witze #witz #witzig #witzigesprüche #witzigevideos #winstonchurchill #charme #überzeugen #schlagfertigkeit #schlagfertig #coach #coaching #glücklich #glück #glücksformel #nickmelekian

#Winston Churchill überzeugte mit Witz & Charme - Kennst du eine ähnliche Geschichte? witze witz witzig witzigesprüche witzigevideos wi

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Spencer Blurb!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 500

A/N: I am in the trenches with finals rn so I needed something positive to think about as well as a distraction from what I should be doing.

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“I’m starting to realize why people commit murder.” You grumbled to yourself. 

Honestly, you were a sight to see. You had claimed the living room of your apartment with Spencer and books were everywhere. Your laptop was front and center and papers were scattered about as if a storm had come through. 

Spencer peeked his head out of your bedroom, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry, what.” 

The frustrated sigh that left your lips almost knocked the curiosity right out of him. 

“It’s just…” 

Spencer had met you in the Boston Public Library, where you had been writing a paper for one of your classes, and you couldn’t find the statistics you needed. Enter Lover Boy with all your answers. He was only nineteen, completing his third Bachelors over at MIT and you were a sophomore over at Harvard, studying psychology. You were slated to graduate a whole year early, but it wasn’t your intellect that drew Spencer to you, it was your charm, the way you spoke your mind. 

You said anything and everything to him, and he wanted to listen to every single thing you said. You started dating six months later. You ended up following him down to DC a little while after that, and supported him while he completed his first Doctorate. You loved living with him, even when his life got hectic, even when he decided he wanted to go fight crime for a living. 

So when six years later, you’re working on your Ph.D at Georgetown, and you said you understood why people murdered others, Spencer wasn’t sure he wanted to keep listening. 

“Just what.” He walked over and sat down next to you, taking into account the four cups of coffee, three mugs of tea, a banana, two empty Panera bags, and a myriad of gum wrappers. “When’s the last time you left the apartment?” 

“Like a week ago, when I wasn’t trying to finish my fucking draft of my dissertation. I don’t know how the fuck you did this Spence.” 

Spencer kissed your head and took your hand. “Why don’t you go to the library or something. Get out of here for a bit. Go on a walk.” 

“I’d go to the library if you came with me.” You smirked a little bit as you fixed his tie, causing his cheeks to blush at the memories you were reminding him off. 

“Thats–that’s not what I meant.” 

“That’s why I suggested it.” You kissed his cheek, and looked back at your laptop, the moment of joy on your face disappearing. “Can’t you take the day off Spence?” 

He started to shake his head, but then saw just how exhausted and overworked you were. “I—give me a minute.” 

Spencer kissed your head and went into the bedroom, where you heard him make a call to Hotch, claiming he needed the sick day. 

You smiled and started to clean up your space, excited to spend the day away from your work, and with your favorite person.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid angst #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #Spencer reid x y/n angst #Dr Spencer reid x dr!reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #Spencer reid x fem!reader

[sharksupermacy]

expectation

expectation - chaewon x 6/7th member! reader

synopsis: you always had expectations

genre: be warned there is a kiss, angst, idk this timeline a bit weird, fluff at the end?, it's so long..., not very obvious pinning 1.9k words

money, power, and influence

3 most used words that everybody uses to describe you family. smart, blessed, and private were often the words that media would use to describe you parents. your three siblings all accomplished people in their field achieving the highest prestige of each field.

your eldest brother, a 26 year-old astronaut. he is the youngest person in asia to be sent up to space, having a masters in aeronautical engineering. before heading to space he was considered one of the best engineers making and fixing space ships.

followed by your second older brother, a 24 year-old surgeon who works with doctors without borders to help refugees in 3rd world countries to offer free health care. His public image is to seen as the perfect with his "dreamy visuals" and "charming" personality he was seen as the perfect son in law to many moms.

your older sister, a 22 year-old genius at business marketing and an well respected entrepreneur. she was dubbed with the title of "iconic", and "genius" as she made her way up the ranks of one of koreas billionaire without the help of her family money or name.

then there was you, a twenty year-old who had just finished their masters in biology engineering and a producer. but the difference between you and your sibling was that they were claimed by the 'choi' family once they had been successful. This insane drive to be able to receive validation from your parents had led down your siblings of trying to top each other.

when you had study abroad at MIT you had a chance to meet some awesome people realizing how unhealthy your family situation was you wanted to be able to pull away from it. so that's what you did, doing what your family hated the most becoming an idol. oddly enough, you were pretty competent at dancing due to your past in figure skating. passing the audition at source music and being added into a group in the works called 'le sserafim'. Getting along with the members well before the debut, filming the documentary hyping up the debut, and of course learning the choreo.

eventual, a year the time came where you were revealed to the public to as the final member of the le sserafim line up. to say your family was livid at you for becoming an idol, let alone one in a group. parents yelling at you over the phone just beside the room where the fimmies were celebrating the final member debut. multiple text flooded your phone with angry message from your siblings all but one oddly enough, your second eldest brother congratulating on your debut. those words were able to make you release the dam of tears you were holding from frustrations, wrecking every fiber of your being. you had responded with a calm text of 'thanks.'

soon falling asleep on your bed fimmies checking in on you seeing if you wanted to celebrate but was met with you sleeping. assuming that you were just tired from all the stress of debuting soon. closing the door quietly they headed over to the other dorm to celebrate.

it was a year after you debut where you had been last contacted by your family aside from your second brother. apparently, the last child of the esteemed 'choi' family not being claimed had started to make other people feel curious about the last member remaining identity. the hunt for the last child was on, each news outlets all clamoring to get any information about the last choi. searching through many choi who were extremely accomplished at anything eachtime getting repeatedly rejected. People even started claiming that they were the long lost choi. With rumors being shut down official by the statement of the family 'we will not be claiming our last child as they have done something to dishonor our family. until, she has properly return to the path that is right we will not be making any statement regarding our child.'

with that statement you had felt like all of the media eyes turned towards the celebrities because the choi family was well known to dislike the entertainment because of their cheap nature. The only people they liked in the entertainment industry was well established and talented people.

the media teared through the entertainment industry pass making sure they had fit the regulation of being born after 2000s, female, and choi as a last name. you saw as the number dwindled slowly winding down the guesses to lia (itzy) and you. Both companies were pestered to make statements regarding their artists but only jyp had made a statement denying that lia was not apart of that 'choi' family.

which had just left you, and you had not told the company about you being related to that 'choi' family. the issue had become so big that you were eventually called into a meeting with mr.bang about how to address the issue. you had came clean about being related to that 'choi' family but what you had never expect was bang si-hyuk agreeing with you to not say a word to the public business as usual they say.

now the other problem your family. All mad at you for choosing to go into a career path with fake prestige attached to it. Never caring or understanding enough to figure why you had did this. The constant insults of your members and yourself berating you from your family was slowly grinding away at your nerves.

“hey y/n? you good?” asked the korean a bit concerned as you haven’t been your usual self in the while. She dipped her tea bag in her cup wiping the tea bag at the edge of cup after she was done.

"yea," you huffed out not wanting to burden her with your family problems. the members knew aside from the youngest's that you always had family problems regarding becoming an idol but they would never understand how deep hatred ran. chaewon could never understand why you had isolated yourself, but she knew the only one you would open to would be yunjin. it was always the expectation that you would open up to her first as she was the leader, the backbone of the group. but for some odd reason you never did.

if chaewon could describe you with one word, it would be troubling. no matter what she did, even with other members help, you would never talk with her. when push came to shove, both chaewon and you kept shoving each other, always harder than the last. she couldn't put a word on you before; she always admired you from afar before debuting, noticing how you always trained constantly, always striving for perfection.

but this trait eventually became the downfall between the two of you because when you were confronted with your unhealthy training habits, you always shut her out. which had led you to almost shut her out of every aspect of your life she wanted to talk about: family, training progress, song progress, dancing, even the seemingly most random things. whenever, there was a conversation that was had between the two of you, one would always leave frustrated. she just couldn't understand your reluctance to take criticism from her, have a conversation about anything, and how you could never fit her expectations of how to take care of a member.

this led to chaewon talking the ear off of her former member and now soloist, kwon eunbi, about what to do with you. "she's just so closed off and frustrating," chaewon huffed out while punching a pillow beside her.

"have you ever considered why she wouldn't talk to you?" eunbi questioned the small figure huffing on her couch.

"no?? how am i supposed to even think about that when she doesn't even give me a chance to talk to her?" she complained as she finally stopped punching the poor pillow and laid down.

"phrase it this way. why do you have this expectation that she has to be open to you?" eunbi questioned the younger.

"when we were in iz*one, you helped everyone with their problems as a leader should. meaning ... that for me to be a good leader, i should also help the members with their problems, but she never let me do so," chaewon huffed out while hugging the pillow.

"first off, i didn't help everyone with their all problems. i allowed everyone to come to me at their own pace, never setting an expectation for anybody," eunbi explained to chaewon but was  interrupted.

"but-" chaewon said as she was about to refute each of her eunbi points but was cut off.

"doesn't mean that because you came to me with your problem, all the members did. we all have our way to cope, and it may be different from other people's, but as long as it's healthy, i see no reason why to intervene," eunbi said while sitting beside chaewon now holding her hand.

"fine, i'll let it be," chaewon huffed into the pillow while squeezing eunbi's hand.

slowly but surely, the more chaewon had backed off. the more you opened up to her, the fewer the yelling matches you both had every day, and slowly came the calm. it was odd for chaewon, she was never used to both of you coexisting peacefully, you on the other side of the kitchen buttering your toast for the morning before going to the gym. when practice came around, it took chaewon every single ounce of her being to not be critical of your every move and to allow the choreographer to point out mistakes, which allowed you to put more of a groove into the dance to fix the problem.

it was odd; it made the choreography more balanced, and you seemed happier with it and yourself. the nights where you had stayed back had lessened, and you were slowly opening up more to her, telling her about the little problems you had throughout the day. which led her to open up to you about the small problems she had throughout the day, and both of you slowly became closer to each other through the happy days.

she noticed a pattern with you. whenever you had expectations placed upon you, you always rebelled and defied those expectations. however, when you had zero expectations, you excelled and thrived in the environment.

until it was in the middle of promotion. you as a part of your family because your family had owed a favor to distract the public. the headline had said

 'the choi's family finally claims LE SSERAFIM CHOI Y/N as the last and final child. Hybe has yet to confirm the family's claim. do you think this is true?'

she noticed that you had run out of the room as soon as you saw that headline with a sick look on your face. all of your members except yunjin looked wide-eyed as her eyes darted around the room for you. chaewon slipped out of the room, walking to the washroom, where she knew where you had always gone to hide.

"it's ok." were the only consoling words. then, a minute later, she noticed that the tremors had settled down. you were looking down with your eyes red, biting the tip of your thumb. "hey," the word she mumbles up as she tilts your chin in her direction, "it's going to be okay." the next thing she knew, your lips were on hers, and she was kissing back.

you had defied every bit of her expectation.

a/n: bro i'm actually so addicted to rhythm hive its a problem. been playing super shy and unforgiven on it so much... unforgiven jp is so good stream it- (AND IT HAS ADO-)

#chaewon x reader #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon imagines

[theglamorousferal]

Tony keeps in touch with Harley post IM3.

Tony hacks into Harley's school to see what his grades are and it not clocking that he could literally just ask about it.

Tony keeping up with the Keener’s via twice monthly phone calls that turn into weekly ones that turn into Tony and Mrs. Keener texting back and forth.

Tony invites the kid to visit during a school break where they both just tinker with things. Harley is nervous at first until they meet up again and they start snarking back and forth.

At least one minor fire or explosion happens. If asked, neither know what started it. (Tony was wiring a gauntlet and Harley jokingly called him Dad when Tony told him he had to do his homework.)

The Keener’s visit for a week in the summertime, Tony has bought the lake house earlier to have a place away from people. Mrs. Keener and Pepper get along pretty well and both the kids like Pepper, so Tony counts it as a win.

Tony offers to pay for Harley and his sister's education and Mrs. Keener took him up on it because there was no way she’d be able to afford to send both her kids to college unless one of them got a free ride and Tony shows he cares by spending money and making sure those he cares about are safe and comfortable.

Harley spends the summer before his freshman year of high school with Tony. Tony finds a used classic car and they spend the summer rebuilding it and upgrading the engine to run clean.

Tony finds Spider-Man and finds out he’s a year older than Harley. Tony panics because here’s another kid genius but this one's in way over his head and will stay in over his head regardless of if he has support or proper equipment. Tony decides that no one else is gonna help this kid and give him as much protection as he could if he built him a suit, so he does just that.

Tony finds out about Midtown through Peter and approaches Mrs. Keener with an opportunity for Harley. (It's a genius school and it's practically a feeder to MIT, it'll be great.) Harley moves into the tower that Tony has kept here because he has reason to stay in the city.

Tony is a lot better at dealing with a kid because he's been hanging out with Harley so long, so he invites Peter over to meet Harley and have lab time. 

Harley just quips “so you’re my replacement?” to Peter and Peter immediately panicking and stuttering over himself while Harley howls with laughter.

Harley helps Peter learn to be more comfortable around Tony by roasting Tony for twenty straight minutes and after a month of lab days enlists Peter's help in making a program for FRIDAY to blast Barbie Girl when Tony has spent 24 hours or more in the lab.

Peter asks Harley to hang out with Ned outside of lab days. The three of them end up building a LEGO Deathstar and have drawn up the plans to be able to make it hover the next lab day.

Peter and Harley become thick as thieves and get to the point of that weird twin telepathy especially when it comes to being sassy.

One school break the three of them didn't go outside for the first four days, just spending most of the time in the lab so Pepper comes in and orders them to go outside for once my god Tony. Take them to your favorite burger place, I don't care, just be outside.

This leads to the three of them getting Pap'd. ("Yeah, I was out to lunch with my two interns, what's the matter with that?" is the quote above a picture of him laughing as the two boys pretend their straw wrappers are mustaches.)

This leads Tony to realize that he hadn't actually gotten the boys registered as his interns and remedies this immediately. (with backpay into a trust for each of them(Harley already gets an allowance, Tony has no idea how much is the proper amount to give to a 14 year old, and so usually gives him a few of whatever bills are in his wallet.))

Tony decides that now that they're officially employees of SI, that means they get to check out the place and so brings them down to R&D where everybody is immediately charmed by Peter and amused by Harley. The boys end up talking to the interns on the floor while Tony discusses the latest StarkPad.

One lab day both Harley and Peter look exhausted but Peter still showed up for lab time so they make their way there. Tony takes one look at them and asks FRIDAY to scan them, they both have fevers and he herds them into his living room.

Tony orders all the cold remedies he can think of to be brought up to the penthouse. Tony instructs the boys to pick a movie while he gathers blankets and dumps them on the boys.

Tony frantically texting Harley's mom and May asking them what he should do I've never taken care of a sick kid before, there are two of them, what do I do??

May asks Tony if Peter can stay the night because she's working a double that she can't get out of. He says yes if she can tell him what to do for sick kids because Harley's mom hasn't been able to respond.

Tony ends up joining the boys on the couch after forcing each of them to take cold medicine and thrusting a bowl of chicken noodle soup into each of their hands. Tony's in between the boys.

Over the course of WALL-E each boy begins to sag eventually trapping Tony on the couch. He's got one drooling in his shoulder and another drooling on his thigh. He asks FRIDAY to take several pictures before going back to his work on his StarkPad.

This starts Peter staying over whenever May is working night shifts. Then staying over every other weekend. Then Tony invites May and Peter to go on vacation to the lake house for a few days in the summer.

The Keener family is also present and May, Pepper and Mrs. Keener get on like a house on fire. Peter loves playing with Abbie with Harley. Three group chats are made that day. The adults in a co-parenting chat, the ladies in an exasperated with our geniuses chat and the kids in a sass and meme chat.

Just, Tony becomes a dad to two brilliant boys (and maybe one of the boy's baby sisters too depending how you want to write her).

#fanfic #long post #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #harley keener #irondad #spiderson #potato son #pepper potts #ironfam #starkers dni #irondad and spiderson #iron man #iron man 3 #pepperony #spiderman

[moondrop-writes]

Hiiiii! I hope you’re doing well! If possible could I get an Apollo x wife!reader scenario where like he always promised he’d never cheat and stuff cause he only ever had eyes for her but then she finds out about Will and is really upset until she meets him and thinks he’s super cute (in like a motherly way off. Bonus points if she used to be with Ares before he started dating Aphrodite and so that’s why she was so upset cause she felt like it was Ares all over again even if they’re still good friends)

Sorry if this is too specific or confusing or something 😅

i love TOA Apollo, and while i've never been really sure how to write the POV of a god, i think this is pretty fair considering his in-universe persona written by Rick. thank you for the request and no worries about specifics! also, my apologies if this is super long lmao

You wiped your wet hands onto the rag by the kitchen sink as the dishes you had just washed dripped. Normally, you'd dry them as well, but you were running low on time, and you didn't want to miss a crucial part of the night in order to fix little details like that. Smiling to yourself, you folded the rag and hung it up by the sink again.

The oven timer beeped just in time for you to get your apron on, and you grabbed your mits in order to safely pull the tray out of the oven. You placed it on top of the stove, the scent of the warm turkey filling your nose. Usually, you'd preserve such a thing for a holiday, but today might as well be one.

Tonight, was the night Apollo visited you once more, after several months in his human form trailing after some young girl, he seemed to take a liking to. Now he was immortal again and could see you after all that time apart.

You'd seen him within the first month at some point. You couldn't do anything though, because that wasn't him. It could very well be, but it wasn't. Lester was average, but it wasn't Apollo. You didn't want to sound shallow thinking that, but there was nothing connecting the god of the Sun to some fake New York teen.

And it'd been too long since then. He said it was for your safety, but you knew it was just because he couldn't stand for you to see him like this. You could tell by the way he walked that he was just as uncomfortable with his new body as you were. He looked like a baby deer, stumbling on tiny legs as it struggled to learn how to walk.

That was not your Apollo, your Apollo was graceful with a flashing smile that sent gusts of warmth up your arms. But his looks weren't all that appealed to you so many years ago. He might've been vain, but he was lovely too. He cared for mortals as the great Titan Prometheus had, and everywhere he walked seemed to cheer someone up.

He was rather dependent on his looks, but around you all that seemed to shy away. It was just you, mortal flesh and human blood, and him, golden blonde hair and a blinding smile.

In your head, you tended to akin Apollo to a star. Despite being one of the oldest Olympians, he seemed so much younger. His sister, Artemis seemed so much more serious and mature, and Dionysus had also seemed to understand his duty more seriously. Being the god of the Sun was more habit than it was a job to Apollo.

While the gods floated and stayed still in their palaces, Apollo roamed around. Each day when he rose and ran the sun, he saw places he might've otherwise missed. Everything wondered him, whether it be a small cave in Taiwan or a forgotten shore in Australia.

Stars were small, surrounded by dozens of other stars and radiating their heat and charm. You thought that summarized Apollo pretty well.

The doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts.

Startling, you jumped up, rushing to untie your apron and hang it up in the hallway. In nothing but a pair of over washed jeans and a loose beige t-shirt, you pulled the door open, and finally felt like you could breathe again for the first time in months.

There Apollo stood, bronze skin and gleaming hair, a suspiciously bright red Camaro sitting in your driveway.

"Y/N," he breathed, voice as soft as a deer's mewl.

"Apollo," you answered, and leaped forward. He caught you easily, as he had always done, and pulled you close. Your fingers clasped behind his neck, grasping onto blonde curls.

His own hands found your hips, fingers slipping into the belt loops of your jeans to tug you forward. His nose was buried in your hair, and he pressed repeated kisses to the crown of your head.

He was dressed in his godly attire, bands of gold, an airy white tunic, and gold sandals. He looked like a supermodel next to you, but he held you as if you were true treasure.

You pulled back for a moment, only to pull his head down so his lips could meet yours, pressed together in a locking kiss.

It could've gone on forever, but mortals needed air, and you pulled away to breathe. With your chest heaving, he smiled at you as if you'd hung the stars. One hand lifted to cup your cheek and cradled your face.

"I love you," he said, voice soft and almost weak sounding.

"I love you too," you said, pressing your cheek to his chest. You felt something break in you when you heard the slow beat of his immortal heart. It was like a dam that finally crashed.

Your eyes filled with months' worth of tears and you hiccupped wetly against his skin. "I-I missed you so-so much..." you sniffed, trying to calm down your rapid breathing, "don't ever do that again!"

He gave a small rueful laugh and wiped at your tears. "I'll try," he said, and that was enough.

The two of you went inside, and he familiarized himself with everything again. You ate dinner, with soft talk of what'd you'd been up to the past few months. He was unusually quiet and kept glancing out the window to the sky as if it were going to disappear.

He followed you back to your bedroom and changed into some clothes that had been sitting in your dresser for months, awaiting him. You were in the bathroom attached to your room, combing your hair as he sits on the bed watching you.

You placed down the comb with a small clattering sound and turned to him. Your palms were flat on the countertop.

"What's up with you? You're...quiet," you ask, biting your lip. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair before standing and striding over to you.

He wraps his arms around you and hides his face in your neck. "Sorry, I... I've got a lot on my mind..." It was weird seeing him like this, so unsure of himself. Even before, when he would melt in your hands like putty and show his true self as a soft sweet husband, he was never uncertain. Not around you, at least.

You take his hands in yours and press a kiss to the inside of his palm. "Then confide in me. I'm here, and I don't plan on leaving."

He looks away and you recognize the expression easily.

Shame.

"Apollo," you say, a bit uneasily.

"Yes?"

"Tell me," You urge. He hides his face in the flesh of your neck again and presses a kiss to your nape.

"I made a promise, a while ago, and I broke it," he admitted, and you scoured your mind for a time where he'd done such a thing.

You held his hand, the new ring gleaming on your finger. Under Apollo's sunlight, it shone like a star in the night sky, but not even it could compare to the light of his smile.

He kissed your forehead, and said, "No demigod kids, I promise. Not even yours."

You laughed and swatted at his arms. "Be serious," you huffed, "and thank you."

"Mhm," he hummed, smiling against your temple.

Instinctively, you pushed him back, second-guessing your strength and gasping when he banged into the doorframe. He winced and held a hand to his shoulder blade.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. "How old? No--how many? How--how could I have been so stupid?"

"Y/N..." he tried, voice breaking halfway through your name. It didn't matter, you were louder.

"No, answer the question!"

He closed his eyes, face twisted with distain as he cowered. The god, Apollo, cowering to the wrath of mere mortal.

He breathed in to steady himself.

"Five."

Your face contorted into one of anguish, then horror, then anger.

You cared not for the pained expression on his face when you pulled off your wedding band and flung it at him. He caught it and held it to his chest. "For fifteen years I thought you were loyal! But no. Did those years mean nothing to you? Could you have not waited another century for me to pass? God!"

You ran a shaking hand through your hair, and felt disgust rise within you.

"Please," he begged, but you were having none of it.

"Out!" you shrieked, "get out!"

He obliged, leaving you to fall to the floor, sobs falling from your lips.

It went like that for a while. A few weeks, you think. He tried, multiple times, but you didn't want to listen. How could you have thought he loved you? All those years of lies.

You didn't want to think about him. So, you didn't. You blocked all thoughts of Apollo out. That was until you were sorting through your mail and found one from a sender you weren't familiar with.

From, Will Solace, sent by Hermes Shipping & CO. to Y/N L/N

Curiosity taking over, you opened the letter, and began to read.

Dear, Y/N!

Hello, I'm sure my father has given you quite the issue, and I must say your anger is justified. I have not come to defend Apollo's actions but assist yours. I'm Will Solace, a half-blood son of your husband, my dad. He's been whining a lot at camp, but It's easy to tell how much he misses you. The whole time he was mortal he wouldn't stop talking about you. He claims that he's tried to talk to you, but you keep shutting him out, so I decided to take things into my own hands. You have all the right to ignore this, but I have a feeling you won't. As you're well aware, my father has had multiple demigod children since his marriage with you, which is wrong no doubt, all of my siblings agree. But I don't think he's talked to my mother once since my birth, and Austin said he hadn't seen him before camp since he was four, so, I think it's safe to assume he hadn't cared much for our mothers. But he did care for you. I know my dad, and I know how he used to be all those years ago, which kind of concerns me for you, but I'll stay quiet about that. If he stayed with you this long, then he plans to stick it out. I truly believe he cares for you, and if so, I'd like to meet you. If possible, please come to XXX cafe at 1:30 next Friday.

With care, Will Solace.

You didn't realize you were crying till teardrops were dripping off your cheeks.

With a racing heart, you walked over to the calendar. The letter had been later than probably intended, which meant next Friday, was actually tomorrow.

So, it came to the question of whether or not you would go.

You missed Apollo so much. He was right there, and you could hold him and have him as much as you wanted, but you pushed him away. You let your anger blind you, however justified it may be, and ran from the man that loved you most.

Then it was decided. You'd go. You'd meet Will, and you'd force Apollo to apologize.

Now that you were there, waiting outside the cafe anxiously, the plan didn't seem so fool proof. You flattened down the fabric of your summer dress and ran your hands along the strap of your purse, eyes searching for anybody that may resemble Apollo.

Will isn't hard to find, and like his father, the world seems to center itself around him when he's near.

His hair is blonde and curly, just like Apollo's, and falls over his ears and hangs just above his eyes. Piercing blue find yours, and sun-kissed skin shifts to show a blinding smile. You'd expected them to look similar, but not near identical.

He runs over, wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-shirt, hand raised in a wave. He stops a few feet from you and holds out a hand.

"Will Solace, it's so nice to meet you. Apollo talks a lot about you," he says, eyes bright and cheery. You were sure you would've thought he was annoying if he was anybody else but knowing that this was Apollo's kid (your stepson? No, that was a weird thought) made it sort of endearing.

You found yourself smiling back as you took his hand.

"You mentioned," you say, clasping hands, "I'm Y/N."

"Let's go inside, shall we?"

Turns out, Will is very likeable. Every word is filled with genuine joy, and he listens intently. You can see the resemblance in looks, but he must get this side of himself from his mother. His nose twitches when confused, and his ears go pink when he's embarrassed.

You think it's cute, the way he opens himself up so easily to you. He finds hidden motherly qualities in yourself, that you weren't even sure you had.

That's how you find yourself inviting him to your house, where you fixed him some lemonade and grabbed some cookies from the pantry for the two of you to snack on as you sat on the porch.

Will finished his previous sentence, placing down a half-empty glass of lemonade. His brows are furrowed, and his usual smile is set in a deep frown. You wanted to rid him of it, and ease away any worries, as a mother should.

"Y'know, growing up without Apollo was hard, but I managed. It was my mother that was difficult. She was distant, hardly there. To be fair, she's famous, but it was still hard. She never made cookies--or made me lemonade. I... you're everything I wished for her to be."

When you stayed quiet, staring down at your lap, he stuttered to correct himself. "I'm sorry if that's weird---I, well, --" you tugged him close, cautious of the food.

He was pressed up against your side, and as soon as his skin met yours he melted, and let you hug him close and warm.

"It's not weird."

"Are you sure?" he said, voice quiet, unsure. It was the same tone Apollo had used.

"Certain."

He pressed a bit closer. "I feel like a baby," he laughed, "fifteen-years-old and I'm being held like a toddler."

"It's always good to be held sometimes," you say, rubbing your hand up his arm. He sniffed, and you didn't have to look down to know that he was holding back tears. How had the tone shifted so quickly?

"I'm sorry," he says, voice thick with emotion. He moves to get up, ears tinged pink, "I shouldn't be doing this. You're not even my mother--"

"Stop it. Calm down and relax."

He does, only after you have to forcibly tug him back down. He settles down next to you, and takes deep breaths to push away the tears in his eyes.

You don't know how long the two of you sit there, but your legs are beginning to cramp from being in the same position and Will is letting out soft snores against your collarbone. The sun is sinking into the horizon, and you try not to jump when he speaks.

"You're good with him," Apollo says, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

You frown, "you say that like he's a dog."

He looks away and shrugs, "I'm not good with kids, you know that."

"Neither am I," you huff, and your arms tighten around Will.

"I think Will has a different opinion."

"We all do," you say, and look down as Apollo gets closer. He settles beside you and whispers his next words.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do to please you anymore."

You close your eyes and sigh. "Just--stay, okay?"

He nods, "okay."

And he does. Apollo sits there until the sun is gone, his chin on your head, and arms holding both you and Will firmly. You're asleep before you know it, and he's hoisting you both up to bring you inside.

He places Will on the couch with a light blanket, before bringing you to your bedroom. He lays you down, and presses a feather-light kiss to your lips.

"I love you," he whispers, hand holding yours.

Unconsciously, your fingers tighten around his, and he beams.

#apollo #greek mythology #apollo x reader #Apollo x reader pjo #x reader #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #moondrop writes #pjo hoo toa #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #fluff #will solace #motherhood

[meidui]

firefighter steve fics 🚒👨‍🚒

Rescue by @darthbloodorange

Captain Rogers is trapped within a burning building. Iron Man comes to the rescue.

Dr. Stark & Mr. September by @betheflame

Tony Stark, son of the Governor of Massachusetts, is in his lab at MIT when it suddenly... well, explodes. He's saved by a human Dorito, who disappears as soon as Tony is safely at the hospital. He launches a quest to get the dude's number, but it's proving as difficult as Cinderella's shoe.

Steve Rogers is fresh outta the closet and not looking for anything even remotely resembling a relationship, so the infamous king of one-night stands sounds like a great conquest.

It's going to go super well for both of them.

Stop, Drop, and Roll in the Hay by @ashes0909 @festiveferret

All Steve's expecting when he goes to Stark's midtown penthouse is to complete a fire safety inspection, sign some forms, and maybe get a peek at the extravagance Stark is so known for.

He gets a little more than a peek, and so does Stark.

nobody saves me, baby (the way you do) by @meidui @samcky

Steve fights fires and rescues kittens for a living these days because of course he does; of course that man doesn’t know how to properly retire. So now Steve has his firefighting career and Tony has a new complication in his long, winding relationship with Steve after parting ways without so much as a handshake.

How To Save A Life by @finduilasclln

Steve is a firefighter with a tendency to get hurt on the job. Tony is the ER doctor that has to treat Steve. Need I say more?

The Hazards of Falling in Love (Rescue Me) by @emmalostinwonderland

Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

the test of gold by @hollyandvice

At Tony's insistence, he and Rhodey volunteer to help out at a firefighter rescue/first aid training session. They meet Steve, Bucky, and Pepper there. Meet-cutes ensue.

Pencil Shavings and Ashen Boots by @nativemossy

Mr. Stark invites the local firehouse crew to spend the afternoon with his class. He really wasn't expecting the Captain to be as handsome and charming as he turned out to be.

I'm Burnin' (For You) by @laudatenium

Steve is a wildland firefighter in Grand Sequoia National Park. Tony is Tony.

#i have loved firefighter steve since the day kristina brought him into my life #firefighting really is the perfect job for him 🥰 #stony #stevetony #fic rec #*

[emwheezie]

Who are you choosing if my characters were in a dating sim?

Lennon:

Gremlin mode

Daddy issues

Bad hair

Musical/Creative genius. Perfect pitch

Ambitious

Doesn't shower

Ate a lasagna once

Doesn't know how to use his words

Fights drywall

Movie watcher

Chicken addiction

Street smart

Closeted Weezer fan

Dunkin Donuts

Shoes on the bed

Green Day

Might be silly

Goes up the stairs on all fours

Stressed/depressed/poorly dressed

PBC singer and lead guitar

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Tony:

Purple

Crazy driver

:3

Mall pretzels

Catholic school survivor

Emotionally smart/book smart

Stressed/depressed/dressed to impress

Afraid of getting old/ugly

Wants to fight the MBTA

Might be delusional

throws up from anxiety

Redbull and Taco Bell

Loves dogs

Green Day

Poetic

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Theo

Bisexual

Lactose intolerant

Finds meaning in everything

Always in a relationship

PBC bassist and "manager"

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Enzo:

Evil

Might have killed a man

Man Bun

Posts on DeviantART

Loves dragons

whispers and shakes

Future tattoo artist

Movie connoisseur

Might be a furry...?

LOVES the Saw movie franchise

Protective and loyal

Street smart

Stays up all night in the dark

In an online relationship

Does what he wants

Doesn't waste time

Sparkling water enjoyer

Tea drinker

Never listened to a music in his life

Guitarist in a band (PBC)

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Theo:

From New Hampshire

Asexual

Golden retriever personality 

Grew up with 8 siblings

Joined the military after High School

Eats Oatmeal?

Doesn't wear a seatbelt

Outdoorsy/hiking adventures

Works at a club/bar with his wife, Gia

Is a cinnamon roll

Emotionally smart

Saw Moses (biblical) in the woods while high with Tony

Calls music his "funky jams"

Forgets his shoes

Mtn Dew

Forgetful

Kidney Stones

His appendix exploded once

PBC drummer

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Park:

Loves alcohol

Hates the government

Hates the IRS

Has never paid taxes

No sense of personal space/very touchy

LOUD

Climbs things

Grilled cheese enthusiast  

Dunkin Donuts manager

Aliens are 4 realz

loves video games

Wicked smart

Goes to MIT for like space engineering or something idk

Makes monkey noises

"I have to be both the sexiest and most mentally challenged person in the room at all times"

Obsessed with skin walkers

Conspiracy theories

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Oli:

Photography/cinematography 

Graphic design

Urban Explorer

Abandoned things

Summer time vibes

Lives in sleeveless shirts

Black coffee drinker

health freak/gym rat

Smokes cigarettes (hey we all have our vices)

Secretly gay

Chronic complainer

Works at zumies

Does graffiti 

Runs from his problems

Travels for work

Drives a modded Subaru

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Alyssa:

Preforms unethical experiments in the sims 3

Loves cows

So many many plushies there's no room for her in the bed

weezer fan

Talks a lot

Lots of keychains/charms

Maximalism!

Assertive

Good listener

Workaholic 

HAS to be the BEST at anything she does

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Rosie

Grew up with strict parents

Working too many hours at Dunkin Donuts

Former ballet/dancer

Likes to bake and really good at it!

Compulsive liar

"I have a twin sister who goes to another school"

Gets jealous easily

Body image problems/eating disorders :(

Emotionally Immature 

Spider eyelashes

A nose ring is "rebelling from my parents"

Currently in college

Afraid of change

Emotional support eldest daughter

Loves to sing

#long post #dating sim #ocs #original character #webcomic

[flammentanz]

Patrick Macnee as John Steed and Diana Rigg as Emma Peel in "The Avengers: The Danger Makers"

#patrick macnee #diana rigg #the avengers #the danger makers #john steed #emma peel #mit schirm charme und melone #der club der schwarzen rose #traumpaar #perfect couple #my gif

[wortsturm]

[ #wortsturm ] — 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

In einer kalten Winternacht, kurz vor Mitternacht, hörte man den alten VW Golf seine letzten Motorgeräusche machen. Es nieselte leise der Schnee und schnell war der rote Wagen bedeckt mit kleinen Eiskristallen. Das Smartphone in die Höhe gehalten - kein Empfang. Doch am Ende der Straße kam eine Silhouette zum Vorschein und sie wurde immer größer, die Nähe baute sich auf. Erleichtert und keinesfalls misstrauisch atmete er aus. Es war zwar spät, aber vielleicht war ja ein Förster oder Jäger unterwegs. Seine Gedanken täuschten ihn, er war zu gutgläubig. Nun stand also die Gestalt vor ihm, wirkte selbstbewusst und mächtig. In nächster Sekunde sackte Trevor zu Boden mit einem Dolch in der Schulter. Es sollte sich rausstellen, dass sich sein Leben von nun an änderte. Das Blut trat warm aus der Wunde und ehe er sich versah, wachte er in einem Wohnzimmer auf. Es war warm und herzlich eingerichtet. Es roch nach Lavendel und Tanne. Er blinzelte und versuchte sich zu orientieren, da erblickte er auch schon seinen gegenüber. Eine junge Frau, die sich scheinbar um seine Verletzung kümmerte. Verwirrt sah er sich dann doch um. Es hingen Runenschriften an der Wand und überall standen Kräuter sowie Pflanzen herum. Das Knacken des Feuers im Kamin rundeten den ganzen Charm ab. Nach kurzer Zeit stellte sich heraus, dass ihn eine Hexe aufgenommen hatte. Die Wunde tat nicht weh, kaum zu glauben. Doch einen Blick zu dieser und tausend Fragezeichen bildeten sich in seinem Gesicht - die Wunde hinterließ schwarze Adern drumherum. Doch was sollte das bedeuten? Wird er sterben? Nein, im Gegenteil. Er wurde mit einem „für immer“ verflucht, ein Untoter, eine verfluchte Seele als Dämon. Was das alles noch für ihn bereit hält, das weiß gewiss nur die Zeit.

// offen für plays und talks, 21+, mdni \\

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#userfakevz #wire: wortsturm #roleplay #übernatürlich #Trevor [i got the devil in me] // aesthetic #chevy [with highspeed through the streets] // car #Body [the perfect cover for a demon] // silhouette #quotes [inspiring shit] // words #ripper [blood is a drug to me] // monster #cabin [living in the woods] // home

[dvrk-moon]

YANG JUNGWON ; 양정원

requested : no 

genre : acquaintances, spiderman pre-bite

pairing : yang jungwon x reader, implied riki x reader but it’s not canon

warnings : none

Sighing to himself, Yang Jungwon opened the doors to MidTown Science High School.

It was about 10 minutes until school started, but just like every other day, the hallways were crowded as ever. Students all around Jungwon were talking to their friends as if they hadn’t seen them in years (when, in fact, it was a Thursday. They likely saw each other yesterday).

Jungwon chewed on his lip while the words of the surrounding students just blurred into indecipherable speech. Earphones would be a good solution to this, the highschool noise was nearly unbearable. If only Jungwon hadn’t forgotten his earphones.

His Aunt May always warned him that every time he was late, he would forget something. More often than not, it was his earphones. It was Karma, he supposed.

Once at his locker, he opened it to find a note on the outside saying, “FIND ME DURING STUDY HALL - KSN”. 

Kim Sunoo, Jungwon’s best friend since their awkward days in middle school, likely had something to discuss about colleges or MIT or anything similar.

Suddenly, Jungwon heard a laugh that cut through the blur of high school chit-chat, distracting him from the note in the palm of his hand. He immediately recognized the laugh to be yours, finding you standing with Nishimura Riki, someone that Jungwon knew liked you.

But then again, who didn’t like you? Even Jungwon himself was victim to your charm, having found himself very fond of you ever since you praised his photography skills. You were class president, participated in school clubs and activities, had good grades, a nice personality, and you weren’t bad to look at either.

Popularity came naturally to you. However, surprisingly, you mostly kept to your small bubble of friends. Those friends consisted of Nishimura himself, a senior named Park Sunghoon, and another senior, Valerie — better known by her nickname, Val — Jung.

Riki swung his arms around your shoulder and you somehow, miraculously to Jungwon himself, made eye contact with Jungwon from down the hall and gave him a half-smile before being pulled away by your other friends.

a/n : this is so dumb but i need to stop disappearing sorry. also this was the original spider man series i had but i scrapped it for spider-fiend. new chapter of that out soon hopefully

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfic #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfics #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen headcanons #jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon x y/n #jungwon imagines #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #ni ki #dvrk moon

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

theres this german tv show i really like but they have one episode i despise because it is basically a pro prostitution propaganda piece.

in this episode, a brothel owner is murdered. during the investigation, the female detective goes to the brothel to talk to prostitutes and the other brothel owner who is still alive. the owner guarantees that all the women in the brothel are there completely voluntarily, „they fuck to afford an extra vacation“. he also tells the DETECTIVE she would make a great addition, he could use a blonde. this is treated as a joke and not like, sexual harrassment and highly inappropriate. while searching the rooms, the detective also interrupts the former chief of police in the middle of having sex with a prostitute. this again is treated as a joke and not as problematic. and you know who did in the end? a father whose daughter is prostituting herself in that brothel. we dont really get to hear his perspective by the way, the episode is almost entirely focussed on the brothel owner, with the prostitute whose father turns out to have murdered the dead brothel owner (because he thought he groomed his daughter) being a side character with like two lines where she emphasises she is there completely voluntarily and is treated well.

in the episode, the brothel owner is presented as a charming man while the critics of prostitution are represented only through the murderer, and thereby villainised. parents who worry about their daughters are portrayed as irrational. voluntary prostitution is presented as a neutral job choice where women can make some money on the side - the fact that only women „work“ in the brothel and both owners are men profiting from that remains completely unchallenged. the message could not be clearer: prostitution is normal and theres nothing to worry about but its critics.

coincidentally, this episode first aired in 2008 - the law liberating prostitution in germany started applying in 2002. the show is produced by german public broadcast, which means the german public pays for it. its symptomatic of the way our media has been corrupted by liberals. ive said this before when i talked about neo magazin royale.

an odd thing is that this show‘s target audience is like, german normies. the most normal people you can imagine. its not a hip young show or anything. its one example how powerful the prostitution lobby and their narratives are in germany, which some nickname „europe‘s biggest brothel“.

the show is called „mord mit aussicht“, episode „waldhaus amore“

#mine #germany #culture #anti prostitution

[wladimirkaminer]

Heute feiert Portugal fünfzigjähriges Jubiläum seiner Nelkenrevolution.

Damals kamen die enttäuschten Rückkehrer aus dem Kolonialkrieg zurück, sie hatten keine Möglichkeit, ihre Regierung verbal über die Sinnlosigkeit der Kolonialkriege aufzuklären und gingen mit Gewehren auf die Straßen Lissabons. Der Diktator war zu diesem Zeitpunkt schon eine Weile tot, seine Anhängerschaft wusste mit der Revolution nicht umzugehen. Das Volk hat die „April- Kapitäne“ mit Blumen auf der Straße begrüßt und so ist die letzte Diktatur Westeuropas, nach 48 Jahren Herrschaft, einigermaßen friedlich zu Ende gegangen.  

Ich bin nach Lissabon gereist, um an einer Podiumsdiskussion teilzunehmen, neben mir saßen vier Frauen auf der Bühne, die diese Revolution persönlich erlebt hatten, eine Widerstandskämpferin, eine Historikerin und eine Anthropologin. Wir sprachen über den Charme der Diktatur. Ich bewunderte die Geduld der Portugiesen. 48 Jahren sind eine lange Zeit. Salazars Regierung hinterließ ein kaputtes Land, eine katastrophal verarmte Bevölkerung und eine Jugend, die permanent in sinnlosen Kriegen verheizt wurde. Doch viele schienen diesen Salazar zu mögen. Er kam nicht aus dem Militär, mochte mehr die Geheimdienste als die Armee, ein Zivilist, ein Buchhalter, der Jahrelang im Finanzministerium den Sessel gedrückt hatte, bevor er Diktator wurde. Ein unauffälliger bescheidener zurückhaltender Mann, kein Tribun und kein Charismatiker, der ungern vors Volk trat, seine Dienstreisen aus eigener Tasche bezahlte und sein Privatleben geheim hielt, genau wie Putin, der in die Kirche geht und stets von konservativen Werten und den Schutz der traditionellen Familie spricht, selbst aber ein geschiedener Mann ist, der seine Liebschaften versteckt und seine zahlreichen Kinder geheim hält.   

Mithilfe seiner Geheimpolizei erledigte Salazar alle seine politischen Gegner, lockte seinen Hauptfeind aus dem Ausland und tötete ihn kaltblütig. Er führte permanent Kriege im Ausland, das er nicht als Ausland, sondern als Teil seines Staates betrachtete. Er wollte, wie Putin in der Ukraine, die Angolaner und Mosambikaner mit Waffengewalt überzeugen, dass sie in Wahrheit Portugiesen sind. Sie glaubten ihm nicht und leisteten Widerstand. Fast ein halbes Jahrhundert hielt er das Land mit Angst und Propaganda fest in der Hand. Und die Menschen sagten sich, dann ist es so, wir können eh nichts tun, dann besser so als gar nichts. Und irgendwann fanden sie sogar Gefallen an seiner starken Hand, sie waren als mündige Bürger entlassen und widmeten sich dem Privatleben.

Der Charme der Diktatur besteht aus vollkommener Verantwortungslosigkeit des Volkes. Der Diktator allein übernimmt die Verantwortung. Nicht zufällig äußert der Pressesprecher des Kreml über das Privatleben des Präsidenten, er habe keine Zeit für solche Spielchen, er sei mit Russland verheiratet. Dieser Logik folgend muss der Diktator die gesamte Bevölkerung des Landes für seine Kinder halten, die er mit Mütterchen Russland gezeugt hat. Als strenger aber gerechter Vater sieht er sich in der Pflicht, diese Kinder zu erziehen und er weiß, das schlimmste, was den Kindern passieren kann, ist der Verlust des Vaters.  

Heute fragen sich viele, glauben diese Diktatoren wirklich im Ernst an die heilende Kraft ihrer Diktatur, an ihre Vaterrolle? Die Antwort ist ja, besonders wenn die Diktatoren alte weiße Männer sind. Irgendwann kommen sie alle zum Schluss, dass sie allein die Weltordnung auf ihren schmalen Schultern tragen, und wenn sie gehen, versinkt die Welt im Chaos. Sie allein sind für den Lauf der Welt zuständig, ohne ihren Einsatz werden die Sonne und der Mond nicht zeitig aufgehen, alles hier muss von ihnen in mühsamer Handarbeit gemacht werden. Ihre Bürger  halten sie für Kinder und Kinder dürfen nicht mit dem Feuer der Freiheit spielen. Wenn man sie nur lässt, werden sie sofort irgendwelchen Schurken oder Dummköpfen hinterherlaufen  und das Land geht vor die Hunde. Also wird das Volk in einem künstlichen Kinderkoma gehalten, es kann nichts und darf nichts so lange der Diktator lebt. Zum Glück wurde ein Mittel für die Unsterblichkeit noch nicht erfunden und deswegen enden die Diktaturen in der Regel  mit dem Tod des Diktators. Sie hinterlassen ein Chaos und ein kaputtes Land. Und nach einer Weile sehnen sich die Menschen wieder nach einer starken Hand. Die Tatsache, dass diese Hand für das Chaos danach verantwortlich sein wird, entgeht ihrer Aufmerksamkeit.