#tschuss

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Jude: This is where you get all your clothes?

Jonas: Yes. Why would I get them for three, maybe four times the cost when I can get it here? And you see, it is more sustainable.

Jude: Some of these suits look... I mean, the collars.

Jonas: They could be useful if Elias chooses a 70s theme in the future.

Jude: [mutters] Ore if we want to catch the fucking wind and fly away.

Jonas: Do you like purple?

Jude: A purple suit.

Jonas: I can tell it is too jazzy for you. The colour is like an aubergine, instead of Barney und Seine Freunde, do you see? Okay, okay. We'll find something black.

...

Jonas: Hey! To me, it looks good.

Jude: I feel awkward. I hate suits.

Jonas: Every man needs to have at least one suit in his possession.

Jude: Not me.

Jonas: You have never owned one? Not even for events?

Jude: No. Why would I go somewhere that requires me to wear one of these? The range of movement in these jackets, man... I'm stifled.

Jonas: So you would like to do backflips and cartwheels in your suit.

Jude: [glowers]

Jonas: Don't you know that women love men who wear suits? Dalia says it's like when they were lingerie for us. Maybe a bikini or something.

Jude: Maybe so, but I'm pretty sure the ladies love what I wear already.

[they chuckle]

Jonas: So, have you told Gabija about the party?

Jude: I didn't know I could bring a guest.

Jonas: Dude! Of course. You can bring whoever you like. Elias doesn't care.

Jude: Okay, yeah. [hesitates] I'll think about it anyway.

Jonas: What is there to think so much about? You simply ask her. You could text her now.

Jude: Jonas...

Jonas: You can say: 'Hallo Gabija! I am inviting you to a party this Saturday at 9PM. It is a costume party, and the theme is Academy Awards, so you must find a dress to wear, and do something to your hair.'

Jude: Very direct.

Jonas: Well, sometimes the way you prefer to do things is indirect, which is... I don't understand.

Jude: Look, I'll think about texting her.

Jonas: Do you want her to come?

Jude: I dunno, really. I haven't decided.

Jonas: You don't like her anymore.

Jude: [scoffs] Jonas, what's with all these questions?

Jonas: I am simply trying to understand what's in your mind. You are not telling the truth to you. If you want her to come to the party, you will invite her, and if you don't, then I am curious about why.

Jude: Because she's annoying! She pisses me off!

Jonas: Well, you are correct. She is very annoying. I assumed you were seeing her for a reason other than her personality.

Jude: No. If you must know, nothing we do is especially... thrilling.

Jonas: Now you must tell her you don't wish to see her anymore.

Jude: Just like that, huh? You think I should text her now, right?

Jonas: 'Hallo Gabija! I need to tell you that you are always talking too much about yourself and interrupting people, and I cannot take it anymore. Also! It gets worse. You are super boring to have sex with. I don't want to see you anymore. Tschuss!'

Jude: [laughs] Tschuss. Look, I get your point. You think I should be honest, but I just don't want to hurt anyone.

Jonas: It's better if you tell her. Dragging it on for so long is cruel, and you are wasting time that you could be spending with someone else.

Jude: True.

Jonas: There are many interesting women around.

Jude: You talking about someone in particular?

Jonas: ...

Jude: I won't ask.

...

Jude: Hey, by the way, what's up with Astrid? Does she have a boyfriend, or?

Jonas: [laughs] Astrid, huh?

Jude: Yeah, Astrid. What of it?

Jonas: You're a brave man.

Jude: Why d'you say that?

Jonas: Because she is fucking scary.

Jude: [chuckles] C'mon. That's what Gabija said too. What's the big deal?

Jonas: She'll see you coming for her and bite your head off before you can speak.

Jude: Ooh, spooky. I can handle it.

Jonas: Whatever you say.

Jude: She's pretty, though, isn't she? I think she might fancy me.

Jonas: Yes, as sirens are 'pretty' before they rip you to pieces on the rocks.

Jude: You're convinced she'll kill me, obviously. I can see you're really committed to the murder and violent death theme.

Jonas: [sighs] Well, do as you wish, Jude. I suspect you have already made up your mind.

[haslo-na-dzis]

Hasło na dziś: Tschuss Mikroplastik.

(04.04.2024)

[teasugarcoffee]

Hi guys!

Not posted here in a looong while so unsure whether this community is active anymore, but I just wanted to pre-warn that I'm going to deactivate this account.

Thank you all for the kindness and memories we had so long ago - I post regularly on my main @bibelots if you want to keep in touch. I also post art (the occasional Tea) on my IG @whatsbelscribbling.

Love! Tschuss x

[crawsley]

Hope you are doing alright!

Hi! Yesss I’m doing great. Haven’t been super active online bc working 50 hrs a week while going to school full time is no joke. Work’s great though and still learning a ton. More psyched about medicine than ever hehe, and getting lunch with a urogyn surgeon next week to chat about that career path. I’m probably active on discord more than anywhere else, and my username’s crawsley on there as well if you want to chat. Here are 2 recent pics of me: with schneeballen in Germany, and having a wee snuggle in bed with Fwankie. Tschuss!

[grantaire-reincarnated]

Les plus attentifs d’entre vous auront remarqué la refonte de ce blog pour rendre hommage au personnage de Grantaire. Je loue votre perspicacité.

Et en effet, j’ai enfin trouvé LE roman, mon coup de cœur absolu et très probablement éternel : Les Misérables de Victor Hugo.

J’avoue, à ma grande honte, avoir vu l’adaptation de 2012 de Tom Hooper avant d’avoir lu le livre. Simultanément la meilleure et la pire adaptation de ce livre, soyons d’accord. Mais peu importe.

J’ai commencé cette énorme BRIQUE (édition pocket : environ 1635 pages) un peu sans trop savoir à quoi m’attendre en matière de narration. J’avais lu cinquante pages de Notre-Dame de Paris, et je savais que j’aimais la prose de Hugo. Sympathie immédiate pour Jean Valjean ; un chapitre pour le moins frappant, celui de l’ultime discussion entre l’abbé Myriel et le conventionnel Monsieur G., que je trouve incroyablement parlant même à deux siècles d’écart. Si j’avoue avoir sauté certains passages (sur les couvents, sur 1830, sur Waterloo, sur l’insurrection — sauf l’argot, ce livre-là, je m’en suis délecté), j’ai globalement lu page à page ce roman qu’on peut très aisément qualifier de roman fleuve. J’ai lâché beaucoup de larmes pour Fantine, pour petite Cosette, pour Éponine, et sur la fin, pour Jean Valjean. Ai pleuré toutes les larmes de mon corps pour les Amis de l’ABC.

Et finalement c’est ça, le vrai pouvoir de ce livre. Bien sûr, les habituelles descriptions de Hugo sont pleines d’un réalisme romantique qui vous représente en même temps l’exactitude d’un monument et son aura, souvent majestueuse. Bien sûr, les réflexions philosophiques, sociales, théologiques même de Hugo méritent qu’on les lise avec attention lors d’une première ou seconde lecture, car non seulement elles sont souvent en adéquation avec le bon sens et avec un sens de la justice aigu qui caractérise l’auteur, mais elles sont aussi d’une beauté stylistique à couper le souffle, des fois. Tout cela étant dit, le vrai pouvoir des Misérables, à mon sens, ce sont ses personnages.

Jamais Hugo ne verse dans l’unidimensionel : même Valjean, Myriel, Javert, qui semblent pourtant monochromes, ont des complexités profondes. Seuls les Amis et Gavroche peuvent apparaître un peu “simplistes” dans leur complexité dans le sens où on ne montre qu’une partie de leur caractère, mais je crois qu’il faut attribuer cela à leur nature de personnages secondaires. En cela, Grantaire (amour de ma vie vous le soupçonnez) est celui qui a le plus de côtés différents à sa personnalité, et connaît le plus d’évolution. Malgré cela ils sont tous terriblement attachants, et leur mort violente les rend d’autant plus dignes d’être aimés. D’où mon soutien indéfectible aux auteurs de fanfiction qui maintiennent mes amours en vie.

Mais typiquement, si je devais ne donner qu’une seule raison de lire Les Misérables, ce serait pour son message. En des temps où ma petite lorgnette observe un repli sur soi de nos sociétés, je crois qu’il est important de lire et de relire Hugo qui nous appelle non seulement à faire appel à notre compassion, à notre compréhension, à notre besoin d’aider plus malheureux que soi face aux misérables des temps modernes (qui n’ont pas vraiment changé de vie depuis la première publication de ce livre) ; mais qui nous appelle surtout à agir : Hugo ne fait pas que nous montrer la misère, il propose des solutions ; éduquez ; apportez la lumière de la connaissance, de la justesse et de la justice, de l’esprit critique, et l’humanité ne pourra s’en porter que mieux. Utopique ? Peut-être. Mais comme l’auteur le dit (ou un personnage ? je ne sais plus) : « Ce n’est pas parce qu’on va vers un idéal qu’il faut détruire le char » (ou à peu près).

Tschuss.

[scozthewoz]

Hey scozzymcwozzy, do you have any tips on how to make MY OWN silly tf2 oc?

yessarino i do, my good bitch! this ain't just regular oc advice you can look up, no no no! this is how to make a good and proper TF2 OC like a MAN.

(disclaimer: i'm not an expert. i didn't go to school for this shit, oc creation has just been something i've had a hyperfixation with since childhood. also this is kinda long.)

i always like to start with a purpose. you know, give them their occupation title and brainstorm their unique mechanics/functions, what they would bring to the table in the group. if they're meant to be a merc, that is. you can really find inspiration anywhere! you have a little more freedom to play around with non-merc characters, take a look at the diversity of the side characters in the comics! there's plenty of lore you can retcon a little guy into.

then, i like picking out a unique nationality to go with the theme of all the mercs being from different places and having their own accents and dialects and stuff. i think that's really fun. that's when i start to flesh out the actual character! their personality should usually be closely tied to their occupation. think about how engineer is depicted as sweet since his role is in support and providing things, or how sniper is seen as quiet and and introverted due to having a solitary playstyle.

their personality could also be a play on nationality stereotypes! you would expect a medic to be kind and giving, but instead he's got a classic crazy german scientist theme going on! and demo is a classic drunken scotsman.

for character design, you wanna go with outfits that fit the vibe of the purpose you're giving them. you wanna be able to at least sort of tell what they're all about just by character design. you also want to make them seem semi-suited for battle if they're someone who engages in that, so i would avoid things like overly devorative accessories or, like, high heels and stuff that would be an active hindrance for their specific line of work, but i'm not gonna stop you. sometimes the design comes more easily than other times, but it's perfectly okay to squish your little guy around like a dough ball. sometimes you even bake the bread, then realise you don't like the shape or something about the flavour. guess what! you can do it again! as many times as you want!!! i marinate mine in my brain for quite a while before i actually put them on paper. like a fetus in the womb :)

if you DO end up making a silly little oc, whether you followed my advice or not, for the love of god please show me. i love other people's ocs like my own nonexistent children.

tschuss!

[artcallednaturalviews]

Near Enough Near enough to Superman This night sky Moon in brightest Follow a beam that’s Jupiter Next brightest It’s not orange Find a telescope It is orange Out of upper right range Is Uranus I’ve spoken about Near enough Everyday just after Gather yourself earlier In a czar of words from America! Pray altogether now PAN the flute in whistling Going back to basics and the past Superman symbol present This Moon crescent Jupiter down right underneath Some can name other two stars Without looking up Near enough Out side of pictured oiled keyboards beyond margin borders Lies or really floats Uranus Finger present Don’t Trump Trump Not .|. ^ Near enough I’m > .dont be ? RumpT Count less I can fuck you up Making’ me Curse Demo-Blue4Democracy S I, oh yes Tschuss punk It’s a shameful to all Republicans It’s being recorded in history Those that will allow Throughout the kingdom’s Of 50 and province’s Slap self counting as Republican Bring a whip and lash Some thing to dig in flesh Fresh open what’s copper and blood taste Poison to non animals Needs cooked Some will eat out raw No thanks, near enough I’ve never wanted likes those To be apart of that It’s a cause either way Moon Jupiter Uranus Mary Jane You BlitzHailMariWalls MJU MoJoUniversal mju Near Enough, MjU Near enough Near enough Keep me looking high Keep me looking high Keep me (Near) looking (Enough) high Keep me near looking enough high

(Look towards artcalled? Thee whip

For the picture in relation to my upper above reference! After smoke will be added!

Like wild dogs surrounding

My deer’s of an herbivore kind

Season beef, Herb chicken

Those dog’s brought themselves

Drums rolling

Pluck that bass

Guitar rip

Sing to shreds

[hooligandino]

With every bit of energy that escapes, the black hole loses mass and thereby shrinks, eventually popping out of existence,and a blackhole ends.

So,if we can prevent being spaghettified inside it we will some day return.

And the fact that,

“If you were to stand just outside the event horizon of Sagittarius A*, and you stood there for one minute, 700 years would pass"

So, technical when we are back we will end up in future.

And to top that off,

Spaghettification is not inevitable. Black holes of different masses will have different gradients, so with supermassive black holes it is perfectly possible to pass the event horizon with no ill-effect. Again, this is not to say that the gravitational pull isn't strong, just that the gradient isn't too extreme.

And if we improve our technology enough and study a black hole for enough time and research,then maybe we can time travel to the future.

Voila, tschuss

[dheaspeaks]

A day in April

Hola! It’s actually been so long since I write, please bear with me with everything! I’ve been wanting to write so much but ended up saving them in my draft as I’m not so confident nowadays. But here I am! Giving myself another chance -to not forget English Grammar and for my future kids who probably want to know how my life was like years before them.

To be completely honest, my second year of living in Australia doesn’t really impress me aside from me meeting the love of my life. It was pretty busy with work, catching up with family and friends and most importantly preparing for my special day. Phew! Who knows I’ll get married to someone? Even myself couldn’t really see it coming!

Let me bring you closer to that day. My now-husband was someone from work that I barely even talk to. It was sort of funny when we get much closer. To be more specific, he caught me off guard, because I didn’t see myself, you know, in relationship with anyone, ever! We never talked, remember? I was just like a flick that it all happened. He happens to be the most important person in my life, the most loving, the most caring, most of times clingy, and sweet, I swear he’s the sweetest person, but totally different person when he’s mad:( Don’t get me wrong but I often left clueless because of his attitude, especially his ego, duh :/ Anyway, you know what? It wasn’t very smooth sailing ride for us, we weren’t really financially stable when we decided to get married. So, what’s the point? The point is, he dared himself to work as as hard as he can, he did everything in his power to provide me things I needed for our wedding :”)

Ehem, if you read this Suami (read: hubby), I want you to know that I love you very very much, thank you for everything that you did for me and our family, I really appreciate you, Sayangku. I know it’ll not gonna be an easy road, it might be bumpy or muddy or whatever, but as long as we hold hands, I will be here with you whatever happens hehehe Please stay healthy for me, will you? We need to bring our minis out and take them on road trips hehehe I know I’m not easy to deal with, thank you for always being the bigger person, very much understanding and loving husband, I love you, Captain <3

And for myself, I know this is a new role for you, without Mama and Babe to tell you the way, I know it’s a bit scary. This life is no longer only about you. Please be more considerate and understanding. You’ve done well, you can still be you whatever happens, stay on his side forever, oki?

And back to my wedding day, it wasn’t easy. Maybe d-15, when everything got heavier, I ditched off work and decided to fly back to Indonesia, took care of what’s left undone on my side. Too many, I was super duper cranky and tired, that’s the first test, I believe. With the support of my now husband, family and friends, I finalised all, even -4 hours of my wedding, I still do things omg pat myself on my back.

I’d also extend my gratitude to my wedding organizer and their amazing team for making my dream wedding come true, I was beyond grateful for them all. Time difference, paperwork, and everything were so difficult without them, thank you!

Here are some of the happiest day in my life <3333

It’s all worth it! Even my first dress was sold out and we really need to look for a new dress, dang it! It was insane that this new costume suited us like a glove! I loved it!

Every single effort involved in this wedding day was highly appreciated! Thank you very very much. Thank you for my family and friends, who fly all the way to Yogyakarta to see me on my happy day, I couldn’t thank you enough :(

I’ll see you around with my hubby!

Tschuss,

Dee

[abbacchiompregmonday]

i hate this application slash website .,

shouldnt have discovered it. all of you are weird. i do not wish to see bruno x abbacchio shit when i curiously search up "jojo", unspecified......................how about all of you get off twitter(here). do not show me anythnig. dont speak . five likes and im shooting up my neighbors house in a fit of rage #trendy #synthetichair #florist #weddingphotos #hypoglycemia #bb p.s. what did the author have in mind? also, if you REALLY want to draw someone with these two, dont draw them TOGETHR. draw them with me. tschuss twitter.

[hannahssimblr]

Morning, as snow drifts pile upon the sills, I wander towards the fridge and rummage through for something to eat. I haven’t been to the supermarket in a while, on account of eating out far more than I should, but it isn’t my fault. It’s Astrid who likes to go out for dinner, and who am I to deny her the opportunity to try a new cuisine, five, six nights a week? There’s a bag of frozen pretzels in the freezer. As soon as I jiggle the bag free of the over-iced drawer, Jonas pipes up from the living room. 

“Don’t eat my pretzels, please.”

“I’m not.”

“I know the sound the pretzel bag makes.”

“It’s… I’m hungry, okay?”

“Then you should have gone to Lidl.”

I pad across the hallway and into the living room where he sits, as always, on the left side of the couch, coffee mug on a coaster, and the newspaper in hand. 

“Really? I can’t have one?”

“No.”

“If I have to queue for the bakery now, I’ll be late for college.”

“You should plan things more. Maybe if you had thought about this, you would have bought your own bag of frozen pretzels.” He takes a long, satisfied sip. “Anyway, you shouldn’t be so worried about your breakfast, when there are these ongoing, violent demonstrations in Tunisia and such. Worse things are happening in the world than your lack of pretzels.”

“Jonas, please.” I groan. He loves regaling me with tales of war, death and destruction in the morning, as if I can do anything to fix it. I know that being a human rights student fills you with this kind of permanent dread, cursed forever with knowledge of the happenings of the world, but I paint pictures at college. Sometimes I make things out of clay which explode in the kiln. That’s about as bad as it gets, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. I don’t want to hear about violence and unrest before breakfast on a Monday morning. 

“You are late for college already,” he adds casually. “It’s already 8:30, and it takes thirty-seven minutes to get there.”

“It’s fine. I was going to get a taxi, anyway.”

“A taxi?”

“Yeah. I’m not walking in the snow.”

“You could have shared one with Astrid this morning.”

“Oh, you saw her.”

“Yes. In a very terrible kind of outfit of track pants and a sweatshirt far too big. She usually doesn’t look quite so dishevelled like this.”

My ears get hot. “Yes, Jonas, obviously those were my clothes.”

He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I cannot imagine the terrible things you must have done to her clothes. I’m sure you were tearing buttons off and such ridiculous things.”

“Okay, I’m going now.”

He calls to me as I yank on my shoes by the door. “You have not yet sent the water bill money to me.”

“Oh, yes,” I reply distractedly. “I will. I’ve just forgotten the pin number for my account.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again. I’ll find it later.”

“I think if I forgot something so many times, I would write it down.”

“I’m sure you would. See you later!”

“Are you home before dinner?”

“No, I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”

“Okay! Tschuss!”

“Tschuss.”

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[thescaryjoke]

TSCHUSS TO MY VIANTON THEME!!!! lime chiffon time bitch 🔊‼️‼️

[tsuki8yumi]

Bonjour ! C'est Tsuki Yumi !

Depuis quelques années, je dessine autant sur papier que sur ordi.Je me cherche encore niveau style.

Ici, je posterais mon travail et j'espère avoir des avis et des conseils !

Un de mes dessins sur papier

Sur ce, Tschuss !

[le-panda-chocovore]

We french say Tschuss too don't worry we are also thieves

Also shout-out to the Swedes for just borrowing the French "adieu" into their vocabulary and just spelling it "adjö"

[monsieurdetalleyrand]

Actually, I want to see what happens when you get bored while doing a baptism/christening. Mind if I keep your number? Thank yous. Tschuss!

*he sighs loudly* Ugh... I guess I don't have a choice

[elecalice]

This whole post is a pure excuse to talk/gush about Mega Man robots and Doctor Who Cybermen

[NOTE FOR THE WHOVIANS: I haven't watched a lot of DW since I haven't watch it for YEARS, and I haven't watched a lot of episodes during that time. I tried to do a lot of research and posts since I got fixated with the Cybermen these days. So even if I got some details right... I might get some info wrong. As well as some personal interpretation. So please, be patient with me. I'll try to get into the show at some point]

Current mood: "I Love Robots!!"

Me: Mega Man robots

Also Me: CYBERMEN

I also getting into MD to but yeah.

This week I decided to investigate about the Cybermen, even if I haven't watched Nu Who it since I lost BBC Entertainment, but I LOVED it when I watched it. I remembered them and I checked videos about them and well... I'm in Robot-Brainrot mode.

But. Okay. Let me liberate my love.

[GASP]

I ADORE the Cybermen since I ADORE the idea of playing around on what makes a human STILL a human!!

Since the Cybermen were former humans, but they had to "upgrade" themselves (with consent or mostly NOT) in order to survive. From what I understand, once a Cybermen, there's no way you'll come back as a human. Which is REALLY sad and tragic... ;-;

Being a human may suck a LOT at times, like mental illnesses, being sick or medical problems in general, painful experiences like death, trauma, etc. But...

Even if I'll adore the idea of becoming a robot, I WOULD NOT want to become a Cyberman. I want to be a MegaMan-esque Robot, but NOT a Cyberman.

It's funny since these two are totally drastic robots. Mega Man and the rest of the robots, either Robot Masters, Reploids, Carbons, and so one... Those have unique designs, personalities, abilities, etc. They're robots and yet, they act human. They feel pain, they feel emotions... They have human attitudes. And from the X series and forward, actual free will. And even from ZX series, Reploids and Humans later evolve to become one, that later culminated with the Carbons. Now that I think about it and being reminded that in Legends, humans don't longer exist... that's still sad. But at least the Carbons have HUMANITY.

The Mega Man robots have HUMANITY. Emotions, personalities, relationships, goals, even free will.

Meanwhile, the Cybermen, while they're constantly upgrading and changing appearences (from the ones to Mondas, to Telos, and then so on to the modern ones)... They're still act in a hive mind, they still want to assimilate others to their painful and DEHUMANIZING procress of conversion. You may gain a powerful and strong body; may be inmune of death and illnesses, physical AND mental; and more... But you're NOT LONGER HUMAN. You're just a Cyberman now, and one of the possible thousands of Cybermen. You'll just a pawn. You're not longer unique, one of the precious traits of humans. You don't longer have personal goals, feelings, emotions...

You're upgraded, but at what cost? YOUR WHOLE HUMANITY

It doesn't help when you're forced to become a Cybermen. There's a reason the emotional inhibitor is a thing. You'll going to suffer once you see yourself become a metallic pawn. Like "This is not me... I want my body and face back". Body dysmorphia must be HORRIBLE to deal with.

So... yeah. It's ironic that I love fictional robots and that I adore Mega Man, and yet I'm currently fixated with the Cybermen. And these two are COMPLETELY total opposites. That could be good material for crossover.

I'll try to get back to Nu Who when I can. But Yeah. I ADORE the Cybermen. No matter the design, I adore all of them. The original Classic ones are cool. I'll admit that I'm fond of the Nu Who ones since I did watched them and again, I love Robots. But... I'll admit. I'm fascinated by the Mondasian ones, since they're really creepy and sad that they used to be human, now turned into... them.

Okay. I'm done with the fangirl ramblings of this post.

Tschuss! Chao!