#Berlin is calling...

[hannahssimblr]

Hey, sorry that I haven't responded to your email from last Wednesday. I was hiking with some friends and had no reception.

You asked about the room. It is free from August. So that should go well with your move. I'm assuming that you can't come and see it in person beforehand. I've attached a few photos for you so you have a rough idea of ​​what the apartment looks like. Sorry for the poor quality, my camera is quite old and I'm not exactly the best photographer.

Unfortunately, the bedroom is still pretty chaotic at the moment. When Marie moves out next month, everything will of course be cleaned. Please let us know if you're still interested!

Thank you for telling me a little bit about yourself. I'm also really into sports and music. I'm actually in the gym almost every day and I also really enjoy bouldering and hiking. Otherwise, I like to go to parties or my friends and I hang out here. If that's not your thing, the shared apartment probably wouldn't be for you...

Please let us know if you would prefer us to write in English. I don't speak fluently but my English is ok.

I'm looking forward to hearing from you,

Jonas Osterhaus

Hello Jonas, 

Thank you for your email. The apartment is nice, and I would like to take it.

How can I send you the money? Please send your bank details.

I can pay in August, because that is when I will sell my car. 

It is good that you like sports and music. I am okay with your friends coming to the apartment. I like meeting new people and spending time with them.

I hope camping was fun. 

Jude. 

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[violaobanion]

THE INTERWAR CABARET/SHOWGIRL AESTHETIC Boardwalk Empire (2010-2014) Cabaret (1972) Babylon Berlin (2017-2025)

#perioddramaappreciation24 // day 5: favorite aesthetic(s)

[benkaden]

Ansichtskarte / PicturePostcard

In Berlin, many symbols of the former East Germany have been erased. Some traces remain. I photographed their absence and spoke to passersby. I replaced the missing monuments with the memories they left behind.

Sophie Calle, Detachment, 1996 Translation: Christian Arndt

Ansichtskarte aus: Sophie Calle: My All. Arles: Actes Sud, 2015

[halfbaked00q]

.... 'ang on, now

On these things he spent all his money and it was his ambition to have as little as possible in his banking account when he was killed, as, when he was depressed, he knew he would be, before the statutory age of forty-five. Eight years to go before he was automatically taken off the 00 list and given a staff job at Headquarters. At least eight tough assignments. Probably sixteen. Perhaps twenty-four. Too many.

"too many." "too many"?? Ooouuuggh, James Bond hates his job NOT an exclusively Craig!Bond thing, it literallyyy comes from Fleming Moonraker?? Book 3??

Like, not surprising to me that Bond is depressed/has depression moments - Fleming writes out Bond's penchant for catastrophizing in the last book - but ough that Fleming literally spells it right, right there. "when he was killed, as he KNEW he would be, before the statutory age of 45."

and then continuing the thing about how there are rly only 2 or 3 missions a year that call for his abilities. the grim, "at least 8. probably 16. perhaps 24. too many."

He, like Loelia Ponsonby, is trapped within the "perpetual concubinage to your King and Country" and, along with Loelia Ponsonby and the other girls, has been locked in his own version of a Cavell-Nightingale world "more securely into the company of the other girls at Headquarters and every day it seemed more difficult to betray by resignation the father-figure which The Service had become."

Unlike Loelia, who actually does think about but dismisses the idea of resigning, Bond doesn't even THINK of it. He just assumes it's inevitable that he will keep running on the job until his time runs out, one of the ways or the other.

like. dang, okayyy. and also. bruh appeals to patriotism whomst?? only if u can't read, perhaps?? lmao

(from Moonraker)

[beardedmrbean]

[snackboyz]

when your friend and colleague was kinda stupid for suggesting the Berlin Wall as an answer for something that happened in 2006 but at least it was funny

[cereal-miilk]

I think they could get along over street art

[willowcrowned]

Sigh. I’m asking about the f*ckable cities

thank you for asking number one fuckable city easily chicago (lake micchy trains bean MUST I say more). number two fuckable city paris BUT she does have herpes and you WILL contract it. number three fuckable city leipzig (not technically fuckable you must make love to her but it will be worth it)

number one UNfuckable city is endless suburban purgatory with ten blocks of what vaguely passes for a real downtown (st. louis). number two unfuckable city is london (obvious)

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

marlene mckinnon loves to fight and so does sirius black. they bicker, debate and argue constantly, hold grudges and talk about each other behind the other's back. marlene thinks sirius is arrogant and unaware of his priviledge, sirius thinks marlene is stupidly easy to rile up and overly invested in moral issues.

but when marlene is seriously upset or when sirius is overstimulated, they peacefully sit side by side, comforting each other just with their company

[thealdersgateoffice]

I have to talk to First Desk. I have to tell them what happened. What’s coming.

What happened? What’s coming?

The bomb. River. I have… why am I talking to you?

Slow Horses | 4.03 Penny for Your Thoughts 🐌🐎

[philcollinsenjoyer]

uncarley mclennon video was a mistake for her bc beatles fans get an almost sexual pleasure out of correcting people about details and she refuses to even read a single book when she does research

[dreamings-free]

sir i’m fairly sure it’s like illegal to look this cute on a zoom call off a laptop..

24/10/23*

[felix-neumann]

Hello! This isn’t quite a fic. I sort of plan for it to be, but this is just a fic premise for now that I felt like posting. Unrevised and purely speculative (not canon, simply playing off of pre-canon)

TW: brief mention of an unsuccessful suicide attempt, non-graphic vomit

Felix spent his entire Stasi career regretting it. He regretted ever going military. He regretted having to report every instance of suspicious behavior, of the constant looming threat of losing his job if he doesn’t meet some bullshit quota of reports. He wasn’t keeping people safe, he was throwing them under the bus to save his own hide. He hated it.

Felix Neumann had a sister at home. She was five and a half years his junior, too young for most jobs and too moral for the rest. It was mostly just the two of them in the picture and Felix was the only breadwinner. Without his Stasi job, Felix couldn’t provide for them. He couldn’t leave. He hated it, but he loved his sister more, so he couldn’t leave.

Felix knew a man, once. He was Stasi too. A madman, a brave man, one who covered up reports and fell under quota time after time, face solemn as he lied through his teeth. He’d only get away with it for so long, but Felix helped him where he could. He’d give spare soup when the man’s cut salary couldn’t cover the cost of food. He’d spare time when the man looked lonely. Eventually, all he could do was spare a smile as the news of his escape spread.

Henry left him a note before he left, offering to help Felix do the same. Every day, the note said. I will be there every day. Waiting.

Felix couldn’t provide for his sister if he left. So he didn’t. He changed his route to pass by that part of the wall, hoping one day to catch a glimpse of familiar brown eyes through a crack. It was too dark, but it helped him remember.

Then his sister tried to kill herself. When Felix came home from patrol she was on the floor of their small bathroom, hiccuping vomit into the toilet, tears streaking her face. She’d tried, she said, to finish it neatly. All the pills had done was make her sick.

Felix dragged his sister to the wall in a panic with nothing but a bag of her favorite things. Not him, not yet; just her.

When the day finally comes that Henry hears shouting from the other side of the wall, hears Felix’s voice, it’s a girl being pushed over the wall, Felix desperately begging her to tell him if she sees anyone. He calls out that he’s there and Felix, sobbing, begs him to take his little sister. So Henry does.

Felix basically spends the next half a year trying to pack up his shit as subtly as possible, thoroughly removing everything that was ever important to his family. He gives a couch away to a trusted neighbor; it’s old, he says, and nobody ever uses it anymore. Everyone accepts his gifts. They all think his sister died, so they take what they can off his hands. Anything that reminds him of her. He gives children’s books to to-be parents and blankets to the poor old woman down the street. He keeps his sister’s favorite quilt. He leaves his service weapon on the dresser and tries not to cry at the barren bed. His food has been distributed, too. This house is not survivable anymore. He has no blankets and he’s never had good heating - it was too expensive. So he slings his duffel over his shoulder and walks.

[choupistickfaitdesbetises]

"... We were together almost every second...

We basically did together, everything that we did in the movie..

Some things in the movie that we didn't do it..."

All roads lead to Berlin...

When Timmy reminds us that their relationship and chemistry was real and they didn't need to act, when Armie lets loose and says that everything they experienced during filming was identical to the movie...

Even if Timmy tries to diminish, Armie’s confession…

[bonefall]

it is healing to come onto this blog and see basic respect for diasbility after being in other corners of the fandom and reading the words “snowkit could never be a warrior because he wouldnt know what anything is. he wouldnt even know what a clan is because nobody could explain it to him” said in full seriousness

Im..... That statement is so ableist I cannot even imagine the worldview you'd need to have in order to come up with that.

They really think the only way anyone learns anything is through verbal-speaking-words-noises? No one has ever observed something before? Not even once?

This is beyond touching grass, this person just fell out of the fucking Jurassic Period when all they had was ferns and stegosaurs.

I just...

OH YES. I remember my first day of Society Lessons as a hearing person, where the everything was explained to me. Via Audiobook. FIRST they spoke and said, "you are standing on the ground." It was a life changing revelation, and the world began to spin.

But it did not stop.

THEN they said, "there are fingers on your hands." The sensation of flesh and bone crackling into existence is indescribable, but I did not yet know pain, until they told me, "that hurts." I began screaming immediately.

And yet... it continued.

They explained so much. Chairs. Tables. Walls. The sky. Frogs. Ionizing radiation. Breathing. I was told all of it, in one sitting, and only then did I understand. Only when my ears were bursting with normal hearing knowledges, did they begin... my final test.

A strange wall-chair-finger emerged from the sky-of-the-wall, stood on the ground several times, until it was in front of me. A second one came behind it, this one slimmer. The audiobook gave these things names;

Human. Father. Mother. Door. Walking. It was completely impossible to know what these things were until that very moment.

I watch a human dip a hook into water and produce a fish, and I recall my Society Lessons where they called that "fishing." I am decked in the face by a nefarious hooligan, and I have only the audiobook to thank when I know I have been "punched" by a "bad guy." It was only the magic of verbal-speaking-words-noise that made me understand that there are "other people" and that they "do stuff."

Sometimes, even, in "groups."

Before the Society Lessons Audiobook, I knew nothing. I was pure, innocent, uncorrupted by concepts such as "parents" and "door." I am grateful every day that there is no such concept as "being shown things" or "simple logical reasoning" or "looking."

Blessed be those amongst us who escape the horrors of the Society Lessons Audiobook. I pray that you never learn what anything is. Be free! Free as a bird, which also knows nothing and famously cannot learn. 🤗

DEAF/HOH FOLLOWERS I'm losing my mind do you want me to bump a 'Hearing Disabilities Herb Guide' to the top of my priorities? Something you can use to bludgeon whackadoodles like that. This is ridiculous

Obviously not a MEDICINE guide but like; common causes of hearing disability in clan cats. Accommodations for hearing loss vs congenital deafness. Actual difficulties of not having that sense Clan-by-Clan. Debunking of misconceptions like... not being able to learn APPARENTLY.

[bluebellwrenart]

Dr. Claire Anderson, CIA Clinical Psychologist/Department Neuropsychologist, Soviet & Psych Consultant AKA Svetlana Andreyeva, (Former) KGB Field Operative, "Operatsiya Novaya Amerika" AKA Russell Adler's (sort of) Ex-Wife

I was going to redraw my Bell/Nadia and Mikhail along with Kyrill and post them all as a batch, but I was really happy with how Claire turned out, so I decided to post her on her own. It's what she deserved. I accidentally got obsessed with her.