#foxtrott

[horsesarecreatures]

Missouri Foxtrotter

Shelley Paulson Photography

[clouds-of-wings]

Oookay something's fucky about this Steppenwolf book. He holds grand speeches about how ~people like him~ value nothing above freedom and would never be "enslaved" to a woman or an office, and then we find out that he used to be married and have a job and they just all kicked him out (making me think he made all these convoluted explanations about his personality up in retrospect to make himself feel better). He says he's obscure and misunderstood, and yet there are newspaper articles about him and it's not even weird to him. A stranger gives him a book about himself, another stranger (probably a hooker) knows she looks like a male childhood friend of his.

I bet we'll find out in the end that he took some of that opiate he talks about in the beginning and the whole thing was a drug-induced hallucination or something, because this is not really realistic. But I am intrigued!

[aspenwitch]

I still miss her so much

[kamassa-river]

Phoebe

(or; pheebs, npc horse, pheeby pheebs, garbage <3, best girl, ol' reliable)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 1, 2005

Lyrics:

Vulcanize the whoopee stick

In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch

With the lap rocket

Batter-dip the cranny axe

In the gut locker

Retro-fit the pudding hatch, ooh la la

With the boink swatter

If I get you in the loop

When I make a point to be straight with you then

In lieu of the innuendo, in the end, know my intent though

I Brazilian wax poetic, so pathetically

I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot uniform Charlie Kilo

Foxtrot uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod

In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog

With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone

In the bitch wrinkle

Songwriter:

Cannonball the fiddle cove, ooh la la

With the pork steeple,

If I get you in the loop

When I make a point to be straight with you then

In lieu of the innuendo, in the end, know my intent though

I Brazilian wax poetic, so pathetically

I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot uniform Charlie Kilo

Foxtrot uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you-know-what in the you-know-where

Put the you-know-what in the you-know-where

Put the you-know-what in the you-know-where

Put the you-know-what in the you-know-where pronto

James M. Franks / Jared Victor Hennegan

SongFacts:

👉📖

[fluffyfangirl]

and your fingers foxtrott on my skin (provider - sleep token)

Hatte ich zur Feier der beendeten Dreharbeiten angefangen und mehrere Tage auf meinem Tablet vergessen. Aber weil die zwei mich glücklich machen und die Welt mehr Hörk braucht... Einmal Hörk ♥️

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Continuation of Soap using military talk on you, let's change things up a bit

When you use military talk it always makes Soap crack up.

The first time it happens he's playfully chasing you through the appartment. "You little shit! You ate the last one, don't deny it!", he is shouting after you. And when you just giggle he can feel his heart skip a beat.

"Can't prove it Johnny, maybe you ate it and forgot!", you counter. And you can hear the soft thumping of his feet speed up.

You're sqealing in delight as you try to rush around the couch to have a barrier between you and him. Before you can do that, there's fingers on your waist and Soap grabs you. Your body abruptly changes directions, being thrown onto the couch instead of running behind it.

You land with a soft "oof" and Soap immediately holds your wrists down. His cheeks are tinted a lovely shade of pink and he's panting.

You wriggle in a mock attempt to get free and say: "Captain! There's been an ambush!"

He grins: "Yeah? Captain, really?"

You laugh a bit and answer "Captain we got a Situation Alpha over here!"

Your heart soars when he barks out a laugh. "That...", he tries to stop laughing and fails "That's not how it works."

Now you're both breathless with amusement and you get out between huffs of breath: "We need backup! Got a charly foxtrott here! Need an evac right now, or we'll be in a deep code red!"

Soap absolutely wheezes in laughter above you, his entire body shaking and he finaly collapses onto you. His voice mocks you between his bursts of laughter. "In a code red...", he's near hysterical as he throws your words back at you "Got a charley... charley..." He gives up trying to repeat you, rolls off of you and falls to the soft carpet next to the couch with a thud.

You lean over the side still giggling and watch him, as he clutches his ribs while shaking with laughter.

"Ow, ow, ow it hurts.", he wheezes between laughing and your grin grows soft and fond.

Finally he calms down and smiles up at you, both your expressions mirroring the affection of the other.

He crawls up to you again, caging you in between his arms and leaning down until his lips brush yours. "Better rescue you from your dangerous situation then."

The following kiss if full of smiles.

[theragamuffininitiative]

I'm missing a lot of photos from the time I had them, but I did find this pic of my boys from the ranch, featuring Taz being totally chill and Koda preferring to turn sideways in the crossties. (They were too young to be properly ridden at this point, so they were just getting used to the feeling of wearing a saddle and had kids walked on them for short circles around the barn.) You can see Koda's mohawk here. That's it. That's his entire mane. XD

But!

I do also have these the ranch owner sent me of even babier Taz and Koda:

That horse girl poll sent me into nostalgia for a period that literally feels like another life, not my own. It was not a good time but it was not a bad one either. And I do miss Koda'sha (Koda) and Phantasm (Taz) and I hope they are continuing to have very good horsey lives where Koda gets all the carrot cookies he can safely eat and doesn't pull apart his humans' fencing or roll under it and still has his funky mohawk and where somebody remembers to rub the whorl in the C star under his forelock, and where Taz has lots of deer friends to run around with and sugar cubes aplenty and maybe his humans' didn't switch him to a bit bridle but maybe trained him to be a proper jumper or at least let him go full out sometimes on rides and I hope they think his summer coat is the prettiest thing in the world and give him chin scratches. 🥺

[girlfromthecrypt]

Note: This is merely a pitch introduction post. Work on this IF will only properly start once Such Happy Campers is complete. A demo is not imminent. The working title is Reggie on the Run, but will most likely be changed.*

Story: You, an individual only known as Reggie Reese, are a criminal in the late 1800s. You find yourself stuck in a jail in Yellowhill, Letitia, where you are to be tried for your transgressions. Fortunately for you, a member of a prolific and feared local gang is brought in the same day. When the outlaw’s associates swoop in to rescue them, you too are given another chance at freedom. Before you know it, you are inducted into the strange and unusual band, most of whom appear to possess supernatural abilities.

Only, you were never exactly normal either…

Play as Reggie Reese (based on your choice of gender, this can either be “Regina”, “Reginald”, or simply “Reggie”, if you’re not one for the binaries)

Choose from four possible backgrounds that also determine the cause for your arrest! Play as a violent drunk, a highwayman or thief. More backgrounds may be added later

You have telepathic powers! Yay! Now, how to use that to get money…

Pick and name a horse from a selection of various breeds and personalities, bond with and care for it!

Face horrors beyond comprehension, and possibly end up saving the world

redeem yourself or become worse

Inspirations: Blood Meridian, Butcher’s Crossing, Red Dead Redemption 2, Lonesome Dove, and of course the actual Old West.

The Cast:

“Doc” — The Leader: You don’t know his real name. You don’t know where he came from. There are whispers about him having escaped from an exploitative freak show, though he’s certainly not forthcoming with any information. The one thing you do know is that he saved your life.

Age: 42

Power: Healing

Personality: Polite and kind (at least at first glance). Well-read and highly intelligent, idealistic.

Romanceable: Yes, for MCs of all genders.

Horse: Silksong, a palomino Mustang.

Isaiah Wilder — The Berserker: A behemoth of a man who’s draw is as quick and deadly as his fists. You have never encountered anyone as bloodthirsty or as dogged as him. He ensures people fear the gang, and should intimidation prove insufficient, he’ll delight in mending that. 

Age: 37

Power: Superhuman strength and zombie-like constitution

Personality: Caring to the gang, absolutely heartless to everyone else. Brutal, cunning.

Romanceable: Yes, for female MCs (why you’d want to romance a literal monster is your deal)

Horse: Black Phillip, a black Missouri Foxtrotter.

Margaret Malloy — The Black Widow: Thrice married, thrice widowed. Her husbands have a tendency to throw themselves off of cliffs, it seems. What exactly she’s hiding behind her ready smile is for her to know and you to find out… at your own peril, that is. She often acts as a decoy for the gang.

Age: 33

Power: Persuasion

Personality: Harmoniously cheerful and sweet, with a love for all things shiny. 

Romanceable: Yes, for male and male-presenting MCs (you’ve been warned)

Horse: Freckle, a Leopard Appaloosa.

Hilda Heinrichs — The One Who Dances in the Creek: She’s a strange, strange woman. Perhaps the strangest you’ve ever met. A former prostitute, she fell in with Doc after he treated a gunshot wound she sustained after attempting to steal from a suitor. Oftentimes, she’s off in another world— literally.

Age: 30

Power: Spectral awareness

Personality: Hard to grasp. Her temper changes at the drop of a hat, like she’s a force of nature. But she’ll happily entertain the others by playing her banjo.

Romanceable: Yes, for MCs of all genders

Horse: Virginia, a white Shire.

Francisco “Fran” Perez — The Gambler: He doesn’t talk much, barely at all, really. Maybe he doesn’t like you… or maybe he simply prefers the quiet. He’s eerily good at gambling, and even better at cheating people out of their money. His abilities are invaluable to the gang; he sniffs out most of their jobs for them.

Age: 26, the youngest of the gang

Power: Precognition

Personality: Calm, quiet, wary of strangers. Funny guy, once you get to know him.

Romanceable: Yes, for MCs of all genders

Horse: Cielo, a brown and white Pinto with striking blue eyes.

The Strange Lady— ??: She hangs around a lot. You don’t know what to make of her.

Age: ??

Power: ??

Personality: Confusing.

Romanceable: No

*MC is gender-selectable, but has a locked-in name. The canon reason for this is that MC’s name, Reggie Reese, is an alias, and that MC keeps their true name a secret (at least from the public). The game is set in a largely fictionalized version of the Wild West. There are a great many parallels to actual historical events, but to avoid writing about still-existent locations and organizations (among other things), I have taken some liberties with worldbuilding. Also, it’s fun to pick fictional town and state names, for example Letitia and Yellowhill. 

TW: gore, discussions of trauma, ptsd, c-ptsd, mentions of SA and related trauma, mentions of period-typical prejudice and sexism, morally gray characters depending on how you play, downright homicidal characters, sex work. 

Dividers by @plum98

So. What y'all think?

[kaddyssammlung]

a few thoughts / quoting a few lyrics from Even in Arcadia. Don't read unless you want to know!

That album is about [redacted]. You can say that Vessel totally “unmasked” and took his clothes off on top of that.

Real things....real people...no “Sleep”. I'm sure this really happened btw, I mean that some sort of being sought him out. But I have talked about this many times. Not that important rn.

But on top of that there was also real abuse through real life humans. It all needs to sink in a bit more.....

“Your fingers foxtrott on my skin” .OH MY GOD HOW CUTE IS THIS?! (I just saw the Genius has the song transcribed differently. But they are not done editing the songs. I do think that is what he sings?!) Yeah XD (but also my down my typical BPD related self-hatred downspiral. Would love to have someone to do this with but it's better/ easier to not be with someone romantically. Really?! Do I really still believe this? I think I'm limiting myself.)

Beginning of Getsehmane well....Vessel...?! I did not need to know that but thank you for being so brutally honest. Sry you were treated in such a bad way. Makes me really sad to hear this. The things this makes me think about....but still hast to sink in as well. I will talk about it. Those few words make me want to punch the wall for different reason. I get the whole Fall For Me message now even more. You're not ugly. But I often look down on myself and see all the remants of past struggles and feel the same way.

What I also noticed: he is an even better singer now. His voice blew me away and II's drumming also. (that's what's most important)

They are perfection. And Vessel you always do kill the game! At least in my opinion.

I will listen to that album on repeat btw. I never listen to song on repeat so I have not listened to the singles that much actually. I always wait for the whole album. It's go time XD

[ilredeiladri]

SE Staffel 1 Rewatch (Folgen 63-66)

Wow, Nadine darf auf dem Boden liegend und von ihrer ganzen Klasse umringt erfahren, dass sie adoptiert ist. Beste Situation, das haben sich ihre Eltern wirklich super überlegt 🥳🙄 aber wie cute Oliver und Atze sind! Nadine will erstmal weg und die beiden organisieren, dass sie übers Wochenende auf dem Schrottplatz bleiben kann. Oliver packt direkt Tee und Kekse aus und Atze bringt den beiden am nächsten Morgen einfach einen ganzen Tisch mit Frühstück awww 😍

Katharina erzählt öffentlich, dass sie das Geld aus der Kasse genommen hat. Die anderen finden das nicht cool und Budhi verteidigt sie mit dem Satz "habt ihr noch nie geklaut oder was?!" Ähm... wahrscheinlich nicht? Und wenn doch, dann vielleicht Schokolade oder Kaugummis oder irgendwie sowas aber doch nicht 400 Mark? Budhi wird hoffentlich nie Strafverteidiger 😅 aber er ist einfach der cuteste Boyfriend. Wie er Katharina ihre Bluse zurückkauft! Und Pasulkes hilft beim Einpacken ☺️

Hab mich bisschen in die Tanzlehrerin verliebt, sie ist super lässig 🙃 (ich möchte außerdem darauf hinweisen, dass Wolf und Ingo zwar bei der "Pflicht" aka Foxtrott brav mit den Mädels getanzt haben, aber bei der "Kür" aka Freestyle direkt wie so kleine Magnete wieder zusammengepappt sind. If you see it you can not unsee it anymore 🤓)

Wie die Mädels aus dem Internat einfach die Mädchengang, die sie immer abzieht, gemeinsam in ihren Judo-Anzügen stellen und ihnen ihr Geld wieder zurück abziehen. Finds bisschen witzig, dass das als legitime Lösung für dieses Problem dargestellt wird. "Wer sich nicht wehrt, lebt verkehrt." 😂

Oh no, das Familiendrama bei Atzes Familie geht weiter. Jetzt springen seinem Vater nach und nach die Kunden ab, weil er vorbestraft ist. Bzw ein besonders dreister Typ versucht sogar, ihn zu erpressen, dass er ihm in Zukunft Rabatt gibt. Und Atzes Vater ist so fertig, dass er seine Frau und seinen Sohn anbrüllt. Und bei Atzes Mutter liegen die Nerven auch blank. Aber den "wir eskalieren eine Situation mit ein wenig Ohrfeige"-Move hätten sie echt nicht schon wieder bringen müssen. Ich hoffe, die raufen sich wieder zusammen (auch wenn der Vater jetzt sogar abgehauen ist?!). Finde es übrigens spannend, dass sie Atze als Nebencharakter so eine umfangreiche Story geben. Aber gefällt mir. Auch wie der Rest der Dorfgang als emotional Support (und Autoexperten 😅) mit einbezogen wird.

Entschuldige Atze, ich hätte die Geschichte von der Porzellanpuppe von Ingos Tante gerne noch zu Ende gehört?! Als die ein Auge verloren hat, ist sein Onkel ins Internet gegangen und hat dann was gemacht? Ich will das wissen! Atzeeeee, du kannst ihn bei einer so spannenden Geschichte doch nicht einfach unterbrechen!!! #justice for Ingos Tantes Puppengeschichte! (Aber wie Alexandra und Atze im Internet nach vergleichbaren Autos suchen war auch cute. Fand auch die Automarkt Online Homepage mit den zwei Autos die oben immer langgefahren sind sehr hübsch. Genau so sahen Internetseiten damals aus, das macht mich ganz nostalgisch 🙃)

Herr Fabian finally arrived und jagt erstmal das Labor hoch. Bester Weg um sich direkt den Respekt der Schüler*innen zu sichern. 10/10 (oder ein "durchschlagender Erfolg" wie Wölfchen sagen würde, der offenbar einen Clown gefrühstückt hat 😄)

Ich lieb es ja, wie Pasulke einfach mit jedem harmoniert. Die Szenen mit ihm sind immer so wholesome, egal ob mit Alexandra, Oliver oder Tom, oder mit Wolfert, Guppy oder Frau Seifert. Und mit Herrn Fabian hat er auch direkt ein super Chemie (pun intended). Er ist einfach so eine gute Seele und ich merk jetzt erst so richtig, wie sehr er heutzutage fehlt. Vielleicht ist das für mich tatsächlich der größte Unterschied zwischen "früher" und "heute". Herr Pasulke hat den ganzen Bums einfach nochmal anders zusammengehalten ❤️

[electrifiedscepterdrifter]

I have had a thought about provider.. with all the references to going back to someone and trying again

"when you look at me got me falling right back" and "our bodies converse like old friends exchanging the years in silence"

I think the chorus(?) might not be

"and your fingers foxtrott on my skin,

I'm going under this time,

I can give you what you want"

But rather:

"and your fingers foxtrot on my skin I'm going under,

This time I can give you what you want"

As in not him going under this time but being sure he can be who the other person wants him to be this time around.

Which works well with the

"and I told you, I can get it so right,

Even in the daylight I can give you what you want"

He often does rhymes that wrap around so the rhyme isn't the last word of each phrase but often times the last and first words. Like in that bit he rhymes "I'm" and "time" because of how he sings it. This would kinda be the same just in the middle of the sentence I guess or the beginning of "I'm going under" with the beginning of "this time I can.." depending on what you do with the "I am going under" bit.

[short-black-diamond]

Blue lock as a ballroom dancing AU?

would you guys be intersted in a blue lock ballroom dancing AU?

Because I read the manga Ballroom e youkoso (it has one or two seasons as well) and I really loved it.

So like, let me explain. Instead of playing football, the blue lockers are ballroom dancers, and after every stage, they have to perform better and better in blue lock.

And just imagine the starting of Isagi as he loses first place to that blonde (help i forgot his name). Isagi was passing to that one guy in the first episode, right? (I also forgot his name), so, what if it was that guy's fault as well that they lost? Maybe the guy slipped and fell, or their performance was not good enough because of him?

Isagi would for sure be angry at that guy, but he'd get recommended to Blue Lock with Bachira, Nagi, Reo, and the others to become the best Japanese Ballroom dancers in the world.

and so, it comes to the fact that there are more boys than girls (I will make girl OC's and maybe even draw pictures but I'm not sure), and many boys have to dance with each other in order to compete.

Ego Jinpachi is their trainer, or coach, who manipulates them just like the canon one, just in the world of dancing instead of soccer.

And then, you come into the picture as well.

I actually thought about you coming to the entrance were everyone was gathered with your partner who was a tall blonde girl, with shy features.

But, I also wanted to give you an interesting character.

Imagine the following scenario:

You strutted towards one of the new guys, and Anzu (your female partner) stared at you in shock.

"Uh, Yena...? What are you doing?", she asked when you stood in front of Reo. (It could be anyone, but reo is rich and most likely famous, so it was easy imagining him being familiar to you)

"I am collecting my leaders."

"What? But--I thought I was your leader..!", she exclaimed, feeling helpless at your nonchalance.

Reo blushed a little at the thought of dancing with someone as pretty as you, but he still had Nagi. (That boutta change too bro, sorry Reo)

"Here in Blue Lock, only the best dancers can go forth. I lost the last competition because of you, Anzu. Your steps are too hesitant, you bow down to my body too much, and you don't have the face of a person who enjoyed dancing, but rather someone who was forced to."

That made Anzu flinch. "A-and what about you then, huh?!", she tried to reason, but you looked back at her with a serious expression. "I adjusted myself to your level, Anzu. And it's annoying as fuck. I cannot dance to my heart's content when I'm with you."

You turned around. "Remember what I told you when you and I first danced together?"

Anzu remembered too good. and it always pained her to even think about it.

"Don't get used to me when we are dancing. Don't fall for me when we are dancing. I'm a whore in the world of dancing.", she quoted, and you clapped your hands in applause.

"And you wanna know why I'm a whore?", you asked, smirking at her quirked eyebrow.

"It's because I always chase after the next best thing."

Anzu's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, don't tell me...!"

Ego Jinpachi's voice boomed suddenly, putting every single chatter into a stop. "hello, my dear blue Lockers. You all know the reason you're here, right?

In order to secure a world cup victory for Japan, we will create the world's best ballroom dancers."

You were thrilled. Anzu kept staring at you.

---

yeah that was the scenario, and I wanted for Anzu to be in team Z with Isagi in the others, who'd be practising the waltz, slow foxtrott and tango, whereas Yena would be in the team where Karasu and Otoya are. (I can change that too.)

I was just mingling the anime and manga of ballroom e youkoso and blue lock so that I even had dreams of dancing with the blue lockers lol.

Please tell me if you'd like to read something like that <3

[brothermoth]

I FINALLY GOT THAT FUCKING MISSOURI FOXTROTTER FROM THE ALBERT MASON MISSION

Y'all I have never been put through such hell in a game 😭

[clouds-of-wings]

Hermann Hesse - Der Steppenwolf (1927)

Transkribierter Text unter dem KR --

Hermine sah mir zärtlich in die Augen, mit dem dunklen Blick, der so plötzlich bei ihr erscheinen konnte. Herrliche, furchtbare Augen! Langsam, die Worte einzeln suchend und nebeneinander stellend, sagte sie — so leise, daß ich mich anstrengen mußte, um es zu hören:

«Ich will dir heut etwas sagen, etwas, was ich schon lange weiß, und auch du weißt es schon, aber vielleicht hast du es dir selber noch nicht gesagt. Ich sage dir jetzt, was ich über mich und dich und über unser Schicksal weiß. Du, Harry, bist ein Künstler und Denker gewesen, ein Mensch voll Freude und Glauben, immer auf der Spur des Großen und Ewigen, nie mit dem Hübschen und Kleinen zufrieden. Aber je mehr das Leben dich geweckt und zu dir selber gebracht hat, desto größer ist deine Not geworden, desto tiefer bist du in Leiden, Bangigkeit und Verzweiflung geraten, bis an den Hals, und alles, was du einst Schönes und Heiliges gekannt und geliebt und verehrt hast, all dein einstiger Glaube an die Menschen und an unsre hohe Bestimmung, hat dir nicht helfen können und ist wertlos geworden und in Scherben gegangen. Dein Glaube fand keine Luft mehr zum Atmen. Und Ersticken ist ein harter Tod. Ist es richtig, Harry? Ist das dein Schicksal?»

Ich nickte, nickte, nickte.

«Du hattest ein Bild vom Leben in dir, einen Glauben, eine Forderung, du warst zu Taten, Leiden und Opfern bereit — und dann merktest du allmählich, daß die Welt gar keine Taten und Opfer und dergleichen von dir verlangt, daß das Leben keine heroische Dichtung ist, mit Heldenrollen und dergleichen, sondern eine bürgerliche gute Stube, wo man mit Essen und Trinken, Kaffee und Strickstrumpf, Tarockspiel und Radiomusik vollkommen zufrieden ist. Und wer das andere will und in sich hat, das Heldenhafte und Schöne, die Verehrung der großen Dichter oder die Verehrung der Heiligen, der ist ein Narr und ein Ritter Don Quichotte. Gut. Und mir ist es ebenso gegangen, mein Freund! Ich war ein Mädchen von guten Gaben und dafür bestimmt, nach einem hohen Vorbild zu leben, hohe Forderungen an mich zu stellen, würdige Aufgaben zu erfüllen. Ich konnte ein großes Los auf mich nehmen, die Frau eines Königs sein, die Geliebte eines Revolutionärs, die Schwester eines Genies, die Mutter eines Märtyrers. Und das Leben hat mir nur eben erlaubt, eine Kurtisane von leidlich gutem Geschmack zu werden -schon das ist mir schwer genug gemacht worden! So ist es mir gegangen. Ich war eine Weile trostlos, und ich habe lange Zeit die Schuld an mir selber gesucht. Das Leben, dachte ich, muß doch schließlich immer recht haben, und wenn das Leben meine schönen Träume verhöhnte, so dachte ich, es werden eben meine Träume dumm gewesen sein und unrecht gehabt haben. Aber das half gar nichts. Und weil ich gute Augen und Ohren hatte und auch etwas neugierig war, sah ich mir das sogenannte Leben recht genau an, meine Bekannten und Nachbarn, fünfzig und mehr Menschen und Schicksale, und da sah ich, Harry: meine Träume hatten recht gehabt, tausendmal recht, ebenso wie deine. Das Leben aber, die Wirklichkeit, hatte unrecht. Daß eine Frau von meiner Art keine andere Wahl fand, als an einer Schreibmaschine im Dienst eines Geldverdieners ärmlich und sinnlos zu altern, oder einen solchen Geldverdiener um seines Geldes willen zu heiraten, oder aber eine Art von Dirne zu werden, das war ebensowenig richtig, als daß ein Mensch wie du einsam, scheu und verzweifelt nach dem Rasiermesser greifen muß. Bei mir war das Elend vielleicht mehr materiell und moralisch, bei dir mehr geistig — der Weg war der gleiche. Glaubst du, ich könne deine Angst vor dem Foxtrott, deinen Widerwillen gegen die Bars und Tanzdielen, dein Sichsträuben gegen Jazzmusik und all den Kram nicht verstehen? Allzu gut versteh ich sie, und ebenso deinen Abscheu vor der Politik, deine Trauer über das Geschwätz und verantwortungslose Getue der Parteien, der Presse, deine Verzweiflung über den Krieg, über den gewesenen und über die kommenden, über die Art, wie man heute denkt, liest, baut, Musik macht, Feste feiert, Bildung betreibt! Recht hast du, Steppenwolf, tausendmal recht, und doch mußt du untergehen. Du bist für diese einfache, bequeme, mit so wenigem zufriedene Welt von heute viel zu anspruchsvoll und hungrig, sie speit dich aus, du hast für sie eine Dimension zuviel. Wer heute leben und seines Lebens froh werden will, der darf kein Mensch sein wie du und ich. Wer statt Gedudel Musik, statt Vergnügen Freude, statt Geld Seele, statt Betrieb echte Arbeit, statt Spielerei echte Leidenschaft verlangt, für den ist diese hübsche Welt hier keine Heimat …»

Sie blickte zu Boden und sann.

«Hermine», rief ich zärtlich, «Schwester, wie gute Augen du hast! Und doch hast du mich den Foxtrott gelehrt! Aber wie meinst du das: daß Menschen wie wir, Menschen mit einer Dimension zuviel, hier nicht leben können? An was liegt das? Ist das nur in unsrer heutigen Zeit so? Oder war das immer?»

«Ich weiß nicht. Ich will zur Ehre der Welt annehmen, es sei bloß unsere Zeit, es sei bloß eine Krankheit, ein momentanes Unglück. Die Führer arbeiten stramm und erfolgreich auf den nächsten Krieg los, wir anderen tanzen unterdessen Foxtrott, verdienen Geld und essen Pralines — in einer solchen Zeit muß ja die Welt recht bescheiden aussehen. Hoffen wir, daß andere Zeiten besser waren und wieder besser sein werden, reicher, weiter, tiefer. Aber uns ist damit nicht geholfen. Und vielleicht ist es immer so gewesen…»

[frogfan985]

ok tf2 western au, here are the mercs horsiess (i’ll like design them later here’s just the general breeds and ideas)

spy- blue roan Tennessee walking horse

pyro- true white fjord horse

^this specific type of pelt (white hair pink skin) though it has a bit more of a roman nose than a regular fjord horse

Demoman- black and brown piebald gypsy vanner

^specifically one with a mustache (funny)

Soldier- sooty buckskin mustang

engineer- golden haflinger horse

scout- grulla blanket appaloosa

heavy- brown clydesdale horse

sniper- amber champagne missouri foxtrotter

medic doesn’t have a horse (loser) (there’s a reason he doesn’t have a horse but i might explain that some other time) 🔥🔥🔥