13 August 2023: Left-Hander's Day
There used to be a time in Germany when left handed pupils were trained to only use their right hand (with the accepted teaching methods at that time, i.e. force and punishment). I seem to remember it wasn't as big of an issue in the UK?
Also, all German speakers, did you see this cool video with Ralph about left-handedness?
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These two on screen are coded Dean Martin (Taylor) and Jerry Lewis (Nick). Their public figures like Taylor /Nick and the characters in the movie Alex and Henry ARE Dean and Jerry. Just think of Nick calling Taylor "an Adonis." He who looks like a Greek God (Nick) speaks. The director knows Dean and Jerry and considering how many similarities and correlations I found between several scenes of #rwrb and #cch and the films of the two boys I am more and more convinced that he based the double couple (Nick/Henry - Taylor and Alex) on Dean and Jerry. They are beloved because they have the same (constructed) chemistry between each other that Dean and Jerry actually had.
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reading classic literature in Czech like
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Mini fic: "warm" or any variation of that word. Vidow and it doesn't really matter the AU
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff! 💜🖤
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Vio heard the front door open and close, then the jingling of a sparse key chain and the thunk of shoes. The light in the apartment kitchen stayed off, so Vio slid into the corner of the couch. Though his poetry book remained a comfortable weight in his hands, he lifted it to give Shadow room to slide in.
Like so many nights, Shadow curled up like a cat on the couch, but tonight, he pressed a little closer. His arms wrapped around Vio's waist, and his face squished into Vio's stomach.
"Warm," he muttered, muffled by the couch pillows that were more comfortable than decorative.
Frowning just slightly, Vio shifted his book to one hand, index finger trapped between pages. His other hand settled in Shadow's hair. They should do another dye party in the coming week. "Long day?"
Shadow nodded as best he could. "Was I that big of a brat in middle school? Don't answer that. I just need a hug." He peeked up at Vio, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Read?"
Vio's frown vanished, and he settled back more comfortably to rest the book on the couch arm. "Of course. This one is Longfellow, Divina Commedia, I'll start it over. 'Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor…'"
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beyond delighted about the fact that just now, after spending 5 hours at work poring over radical leaflets from the 1810s (most of them self-published, home-printed, hand-distributed, satirical, and intent on abolishing private property), i left my office to get lunch & was immediately handed a self-published, home-printed, satirical anti-christmas-goose pamphlet by an elderly man wearing a newsie cap. truly humanity is always the same everywhere
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James' model from the very much lost 1953 "Three Railway Engines" pilot! Finally found in a BBC Newspaper from 2021.
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@beatingheart-bride
"I admit, I, uh...I couldn't really sleep at all today," Randall confessed with a shy smile, as he dug into his slice: Though part of that was him still getting used to the switch from diurnal to nocturnal, he was sure, his excitement over his impending wedding kept him up like a kid on Christmas Eve. More than once did he roll over and stare at the clock, hoping it would be nightfall; more than once did he eye the curtains, wishing the sun's rays would vanish, and leave the skies dark.
"All good things to those who wait," June smiled lightly, a remark that Randall couldn't help but think to himself wryly, Ma, you have no idea...!
"Mmm, good cake, Junie!" Wilhelm complimented, as he licked the frosting from his fork: June had been doing a lot of experimenting with cooking with blood (something she never thought she'd do, but nevertheless was willing to try), working out the best ratios of it to the ingredients she used, with her crowning achievement thus far being the wedding cake. At her husband's praise, June's cheeks flared pink, saying, "Thank you, Wil. Mixing it with the wet ingredients before adding it all to the dry seems to work the best-even if it does turn the batter a dark pink."
A lot of foods she'd been making as of late had turned dark pink, bordering on red when she added the necessary secret ingredient and mixed it all together: Soup stocks, rice dishes, stews, they all came out in varying different shades, very different from what they'd been before.
Ah, but she accepted that change and, for what it was worth, her cooking ventures had been paying off: She and her family were able to get what they needed to live, while still being able to enjoy the old foods they loved. It was a nice compromise they'd made, and she was happy to see it'd paid off well for her son and daughter-in-law's wedding cake.
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