#help may vom

[caffeinatedbisexual]

Could we argue that “Beauty and the Beast” is the Merlin equivalent to Doctor Who’s “Love & Monsters”??

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

the frequency of the nausea that i'm getting with this endo treatment is so irritating

and the head and muscle aches just keep returning when i think they're finally over

aaand now i've had 2 days of fucking cramps. i've been taking estrogen blockers for nearly 3 months !!!!!!!! i should not be getting fucking cramps anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[well-seasoned]

me: being ace is perfectly fine, i am at peace with this part of my identity, i am openly not interested in sex and thats okay

also me: wow what the fuck i gotta find a way to fix this or im gonna get a failing grade at being a human, something that is both normal and possible to achieve

[shabbytigers]

good thing i didn’t know about the DLAB, the U.S. military foreign language aptitude test, till now. had i acquired that information at a plausible age, i might very well have ended up working for mfucking Defense because this is the greatest test in the world. look at it!

first of all this is gold. it’s hands down the funnest kind of question i’ve ever seen. are there prep books. does it have a name i can use to scour the internet for puzzles

but what’s amazing is that it’s authentically fucked up. janky, if you will. like, i think i can see what choices are the best of those provided, but they do not feel like great, lucid, this-is-so-obvious-now-that-i’ve-thought-it-through, rock solid answers. they feel more like, okay i’m def lost in the rain forest but yeah me and my machete are gonna head in this direction. this, uh, can you call four instances and two tentatives a corpus? this dataset is a goddamn mess. i love it. i said “authentically” because tbh that’s pretty much the flavor of the feeling i have wading chest deep into one of the trickier thickets in a real existing foreign language, albeit one with fewer actual cryptids

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we’re dealing with wo/wohin/woher prepositions in German and it’s an overt swamp; there’s a desultory table but they obviously got demoralized and punted. drilling a lot of examples—gehen zum Arzt, sein beim Arzt, kommen vom Arzt—may be better than trying to decide rationally, in the middle of a sentence, whether the Kino is more of a building or an activity.

the feeling i get wondering why they chose a skull, specifically, for farkila in this DLAB sample question is very akin to the feeling i get about … look

if a German cat sits on a table, the table is in dative—die Katze springt auf dem Tisch—because the cat is immobile, so it’s answering a where question

if the cat jumps onto the table—auf den Tisch—it’s in accusative, because it’s answering a where-to question

but if the cat jumps off the table, that’s a where-from question, and requires dative. vom [= von dem] Tisch. this is true even though there’s motion involved, and I was told not a month ago that motion = accusative, no motion = dative, using wo and wohin examples. now that woher is here the entire fucking heuristic is broken and i feel gaslighted. how can it be that jumping onto X is accusative but jumping off X is dative?

well, they say, it’s von. von always takes dative.

ok great, two rules in conflict, i’m supposed to just know which one wins, this is like what if order of operations in arithmetic but worse

furthermoar, why vom and not aus dem? onto = auf. on = auf. off (of) = von. feels messy. also, the cat is literally still in midair, so why isn’t this like coming out of the supermarket (physically exiting it) vs coming (to some not immediately proximate place) from the supermarket? well, it’s just different, they say. it would be aus if the cat was jumping out of a container like a cardboard box. but this is a flat surface so it’s von. hope this helps

o yes thank u that helps. i am definitely going to vom

it’s not that much palpably better than farkilam jankov? it makes a kind of unsatisfactory spot sense, if you wrestle assiduously through each example and get to ask annoying questions, but like. The System Is Bad

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Also! May I request some baby fever hcs for tan? It could be any genre you want. Sorry for spamming again, this will be the last request I send, promise. 💺 anon

hii!! ofc ofc! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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pregnancy hc’s

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 744

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

✧ firstly, this man is a girl dad. that's it, nice and simple. but that doesn't mean he only wants a girl. he just suits being a dad to a little girl. BUT I do think he'd also look great as a boy dad. he doesn't care what gender the baby is, as long as it's yours, his and healthy. he'd just look great as a dad in general, cough cough preferably as the father to mine. I'm just kidding (no, I'm not)

✧ but with his job, he's always had doubts about starting a family. so I think the idea of having a baby has always been up to fate. like you don't plan it, but you'd be happy either way. you go with the flow, if it happens, it happens. if it doesn't, it doesn't

✧ he's also had doubts about being a father, as he was a foster kid, he's always thought that he isn't made for fatherhood. but you've seen the way he is with babies and kids in your family, so you know he has it in him to be a great dad. you also reassure him with all of his doubts, which he massively appreciates

✧ but when you told him the news you were expecting, you were soft and gentle when announcing it, it was also private and special. you told him, then he gave you a hug, kisses etc, then he called lemon. he might have been tearing up a little, and lem was VERY VERY happy for you both, you could hear him from tan's phone (probs shouting and congratulating a lot)

✧ he'd be AMAZING helping you through the first trimester, just a doll. helping you with morning sickness (as best as one could) would manage your mood swings like a champ (he's got tough skin, he can take it) would do things for you when you feel tired. would get you ALL the foods you're craving, and get rid of all the things and foods that makes you want to vom

✧ during the second, he'd cream your tummy with lotions and ointments, massage you if and when you feel sore and swollen. would continue to do things for you, get things for you

✧ in the third, he'd probably be the most helpful and reassuring. he knows that by now you're over being pregnant, so he'd be the support and cheer you along for the last mile. he knows that you hurt and he wishes he could do more for you. he helps wash and dress you, put on your shoes, and just anything that you can't do yourself. guides you to the bathroom if you're having trouble

✧ he's helped you practice everything. gone to classes, workshops, and yoga sessions. booked the thing with the exercise balls. helped to work on your breathing. did practice drills. became a pro at doing the nappies

✧ he knows that he might be smothering you, but he just wants to be there for you. so if you tell him to leave you alone, he takes it with a grain of salt

✧ reassures you constantly, tells you how he's never going to leave you etc

✧ he bought lots of pregnancy and baby books !! (primarily for himself)

✧ when it comes to labour, he might be the opposite, he knows that he has to be your support and rock etc. but I feel like it all gets real for him, and he's a bit of a mess (not in a bad way) just a little uncoordinated and uneasy. but he snaps back into it and back to his usual self, and helps you breathe, pats you down, adjusts your gown, pushes your hair back. anything he thinks you need

✧ he'd definitely cry

✧ and when the little bambino is born, he'd be the most protective and vigilant (watching over baby while they're getting cleaned and weighed, making sure nothing happens) then once he knows they're safe, he's back at your side. telling you how proud of you he is, how well you did

✧ you get the first hold (he turned it down, bc you did the hard work you should hold them first) he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your arm while you hold the baby

✧ if it's a girl, he tells you how she's so beautiful and that she looks like you. and if it's a boy, you tell tan how he's so handsome and that he looks like him

✧ the best little family <3

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[mmmeto]

The buildup is SUPER hot, but if you’re looking for just the vom, skip to about 2:52 🤤 love how her friend helps her keep clean, holds her hair back, comforts her… god it’s so hot. Was practically shaking with this one.

[smolghostbot]

Random Robot Snippet

Is it obvious I've been in a robot mood for the last few days? Here's a random word-vom I wrote about a tiny discarded robot being repaired.

Word count: 900ish

CW: POV description of a robot in disrepair, some robot-themed body horror (maintenance while awake) but portrayed softly.

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2%

You stumble through the street, wishing it wasn’t night. All of the businesses are closed, and your solar panels aren’t picking anything up from the street lamps…

1%

You curse your size, the smallest model of family companion, only six inches tall. Six inches that move at a negligible speed as you try desperately to find anywhere to charge… but you know deep down that this is the end for you…

0%

You desperately stumble in view of the sky, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’ll recharge when the sun co

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5%

System Status: Critical

You wake up. You weren’t expecting that. As you take in the fact that you’re alive, you notice an odd sensation by your arm. Ah. It’s missing. The wires that previously sent power to your fingers have been spliced into a power plug, which must be where you are getting charged from. You notice additional problems as your warning system slowly warms up. Namely, that your chassis is open, exposed to the elements. It just now occurs to you that you have no idea where you are. The room is dark, and you appear to be on a wooden surface, sat in a slumped-over position. Several tools are nearby, as well as spare wires. You begin to panic, your cooling fans turning on automatically to control the heat coming from your processor.

You hear a voice, talking. The words are hard to hear over the roaring of the fans, but you can make out some of them. “Project”, “Replacement”, “Help it”. The voice seems to be speaking to no one, you can’t hear the reply, but they sound adamant. Finally, you hear them move away from the door, as the room returns to silence, and you fade into sleep mode to charge faster.

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50%

System Status: Stabilized

Your internal clock is broken, you lost internet access long before you were discarded. You have no idea how long you’ve been here. How long since you were in the street. Hours? Days? Longer? The solar panels making up your “hair” have finally activated, but at an extremely low generation rate. That must be what woke you up.

You’re now laying flat on the surface from before. Your pressure sensors feel something. You boot up your optical nodes, and see… gloved human hands, almost as big as you are, poking at your now-exposed chest cavity with rubber-tipped tools. It feels… odd, the sensation of having your insides meddled with while still awake. You take in the form of the human, their tied-back hair, their oil-stained coveralls, clearly from working on something bigger, and presumably more important than you.

Their face, covered by a welding mask, turns up to look at you, clearly noticing the blue lights from your optical nodes, and they speak in a muffled voice. “Oh, hello! You’re awake! Can you… can you speak?”

“Yes. Where am I?”

“Oh good! Sorry, I know this must be scary, this is my robot workshop. I guess you could think of it as… a bot hospital. I found you sitting in a dumpster, but I know your model had AI, I couldn’t just let you be discarded!”

Discarded, you think, taking extra time to process the word. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Where is my arm?” You ask, as your optical nodes glance over at the missing appendage, and the mess of wires in its place. “What are you doing?”

“Oh! Your arm is safe, I was doing repairs on it, and I figured ‘Hey, the chassis needs power anyways, may as well give it a jump’. I’ll put it back when you’re fully charged. As for this,” they say, pointing to your open torso, “Just a bit of an upgrade for you. On the house,” they say with a wink.

Your fans calm down as your processor slows to normal levels. This human means well? You don’t understand why they would care for an outdated, defective unit like you, but that hardly matters if they’ll help repair you. You stay awake as they continue to poke and prod, occasionally causing a power flicker but always apologizing. The way they treat you… it’s almost as if you were a human yourself. Now that they know you’re awake, they speak slowly and softly, narrating what they are doing and why. “I’m removing this, but I’m replacing it with this better one, okay?”

“Okay”, you reply, not that you have much of a choice. If they wanted, they could be, no, should be scrapping you for parts… but they don’t. Finally, it burns at you enough to ask.

“Why are you helping me?”

They go quiet at this. You worry that you said something wrong, something to upset them. Instead, they lift their mask and look at you, a gentle gleam in their hazel eyes, as they respond. “I’m helping you because you were hurt. Nobody should be thrown away like that.”

You think to argue, to tell them that you were defective, replaced by a newer, more capable model, but you hold your metaphorical tongue, afraid of upsetting this human who currently has access to your most vital parts. “You don’t believe me”, they say. You don’t. After a moment, they speak again. “That’s okay. Whether you believe me or not, I’m going to help you, okay? So just be patient and trust me.”

And, with no other option, trust them you shall.

[ohnomytummy]

i hope you don't mind me sharing this with you, but ughhhh, my poor tummy feels so desperately, desperately unwell. it's been feeling so queasy and bubbly all day, after i stuffed myself with all kinds of greasy, oily chips and schnitzels and salads and ice cream and sticky date pudding at lunch today, but it's getting into SO much turmoil now. i ate SO much food, and i can feel it all congealing and rotting and swirling around in my poor distended tum -- it hasn't digested at all, and i think something i ate might have been bad. i keep burping, and it feels wet and sickly, and i'm starting to salivate a bit, and i can't stop moaning and shaking with pain after all the horrible cramps i'm getting... i think i need someone to pass me a bucket now or help me make it to the toilet, because i can feel my meal rising up my throat and i feel like i'm on the verge of gagging it all up...

what would you do to help me violently vom all of this horrible disgusting mess out of my tummy?

(🌻 can i claim this emoji?)

🌻 mmm yes you can sweetheart 🥵

That sounds like quite the lunch, my goodness. And to deal with that horribly sick tummy for so long after? What were you doing? Gosh, I hope you weren’t at work…

Sounds like you wouldn’t need much help getting your tummy to eject all that food, baby. You seem on the edge of running and kneeling in a bathroom. Sounds like what you need is a firm hand on your back and another rubbing your lower belly, pushing out all that rotten food.

But sounds like you may have some food poisoning, which could last all night…sick tummies need sleep, so I’d bring a bin and many bags to bed with us. Letting you drift in and out of sleep, knowing you’ll wake up with cramps and a newly bloated tummy again soon. Every time you empty your belly, it bloats up again…so discourteous…

I’d run my hands over your belly. Lay kisses on your sensitive flesh, and help you through the night as best I could.

[crystalsnow95z]

My mental state isn't the best right now, so I decided to just write without planning ahead since it helps me feel better. Edit: This is an old story. I'm fine now.

Trigger warning: stalker, anxiety, nightmare(dream cut*ing but not Tae or the boys), vom*t.. not for the faint of heart. unedited version. I may post a fluffier rewrite in my normal style.

Jungkook was in the middle one of his 2 am lives when his phone started ringing,9 interrupting the music. "What? Who's calling this late?" He checks his phone, seeing Taehyung pop up.Why would he be calling this late? He would get a notification that I'm going live on his phone, and he could just message in the chat.. I need to answer this..

"I'm sorry Army, I have a phone call." Jungkook exits the room and picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Jungkook-ah, I'm scared.. could I come over to your place tonight?" Taehyung was whispering into the phone, his voice trembling and breathless.. "I just can't be home right now.."

"Taehyungie-Hyung, what's wrong? Of course I'll come get you." Jungkook searches for his car keys, remembering the tablet he left running. "One second." He covers the phone to talk to his audience.

"I'm sorry, Army, i love you guys,but I must go now. Something important came up." He quickly turns off the live the words coming out fast, bowing deeply to the camera for a moment before shutting it off. "I'm getting ready now. What's wrong? Is that wind? Are you outside?"

"I went..went t.to the convince sto.store to get some cold medi..medicine beca..because I wasn't fe..fe..eeling well and on..on..on my way back h..h..home there wa..was a wo.w..woman banging o..on my..my door ca.calling my name..Saying they ha..had to s.s.see me..That they were my..m..m.." Taehyung switches topics mid sentence."If i d..d..didnt open up they'd break in..but i wasnt in..so..i ran in the op.op.osite dir..direction and call..called the police, but.but didn't find,so they.. couldn't do anything..They just offered to ta..take me home, but I don't want to. She's somewhere.. I'm too scared to go home, Jungukkie.." Taehyung was still whispering, speaking quickly without even stopping to take a breath. His heart pounded violently in his chest, making it hard to breathe. His eyes darted around, looking for any signs of people around him, but the night was silent except for the sound of the tree branches swaying in the wind. I need to get as far away from home as possible.. she just hid somewhere I know it..

"Someone was at your home? Where are you now? I'm going to come get you. Send me your location." Jungkook slid on a pair of slippers, running to his car and mounting his phone, connecting it to his car. He could only pick up pieces of his stuttering mess of sentences."You'll be okay, TaeTae-hyung. You can stay the night with me as long as you need to feel safe."

I need to get to him as soon as possible, he's just barely keeping it together, his voice is trembling so much..

"Okay, please hurry.. I don't want to be alone..i can't keep moving..I'm feeling dizzy.." Taehyung finds a place to sit, his knees threatening to give in on him choosing to sit by the river sliding down the trunk of a large tree, hoping that no one would notice him in the shadows, almost dropping his phone when he shared his location. His body trembled uncontrollably, still feeling the anxiety swallowing him. "I..I got it.."

"Hyung, hyung,listen to me,you need to try to calm down. You're hyperventilating.. you need to take a deep breath.. I'm coming to get you, you just need to hang in there. You're going to pass out." Jungkook sets the location on his phone, speeding to find him, not caring if he got pulled over. "Breathe.."

Taehyung tried to take a deep breath but ended up coughing instead.No matter how many times he tried to fill.. "I can't Kook.." He whispers softly. Jungkook continued to try to soothe him but, he could hardly hear Jungkook over his heart pounding in his ears. He clutched the phone tightly in his hand, leaning heavily against the tree as he waited for the wave of dizziness to pass.

"Taehyung-ah! Please.." Jungkook begs desperately, eyes tearing up when he hears his hyung's dry coughing without a sign of ending. "I'm almost there, just try to stay with me a little longer."

"Taehyung-ssi !" The woman calls out to Taehyung, his blood turning cold. "I saw you yesterday and heard you coughing, so I made you some Jook and ginger tea. I just want to take care of you, honey."

Taehyung covered his mouth with his arms to try to silence his coughing. Tears swelling up dilating with fear leaving only a sliver of color left around his pupils, his blood running cold. She was watching me yesterday? But I didn't go anywhere. I was home.. How long has she been following me? I felt like ive been being watched for the past month while he was doing my schedules, has it been that long...?

"Hyung are you there?...Taehyung-ah!" Jungkook tried to get Taehyung to speak. He had to know he was okay. He checks to see if he hung up, but he was still there.

"Taehyung-ah! I heard you coughing! I know it was you. You don't have to be shy! I just want to help you. I know how much you dislike cooking so I made you a meal.."

Jungkook could hear the woman calling from his end, panic setting in. He was only a few minutes away from where Taehyung was, picking up speed. "I'm hanging up to call the police okay, hyung? I'm almost there just hang on a little longer."

Taehyung couldn't find his voice to answer, curling up in fetal position to try to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible. He was in no condition to try to reason with them. His chest tightened painfully, feeling like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. He held his breath trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"If you don't show yourself, I'll hurt myself. I love you so much.. Your rejection hurts so much. I just want to be with you.." The woman's voice was even closer now, but Taehyung didn't dare lift up his head to see how close.

Please...please leave me alone..Fans don't act like this.. Taehyung couldn't hold back a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Please go." His voice comes out as a high pitched sob, pleading to the woman to leave him alone, but she ignored him feeding into her own fantasy.

"My sweet Taehyung, you don't look well at all, let me take you come and take care of you. Lets get you home.." The woman reaches for Taehyung, his whole body tensing up. She strokes his hair gently pulling him into her lap."I love you Tete, more than anyone else in this world. Don't cry baby. I know you aren't well..you've been working too hard. I've been watching.."

"Plea..please..don't to..t..touch m..me.." Taehyung picks up his head to plead with her, but she just reaches to hug him, wiping his tears with her fingers.

"I know you don't mean that, you just don't want me catching your cold. It's okay, baby.. I don't care. I'll gladly be sick with you.." she shushes him, stroking his hair. "Don't cry.. I know you must be lonely since you started living on your own.." she kisses his tears. "You're even beautiful when your crying..."

Taehyung tries to push her away, but to no avail. He didn't have any strength left. I can't do this. I'm not getting through to her..She's going to take me..Taehyung gave up fighting, giving in to black haze that washed over him, his body growing heavy in the woman's arms.

"Get away from him!" Jungkook rips Taehyung out of her arms holding him protectively to his chest. "You don't do this sort of thing.. He told you no! Please you have to understand there's boundaries!"

The sound of sirens drawing near makes the woman look uneasy. "Did you call the police just because I came to take care of my love?"

"He isn't yours." Jungkook glares, drying Taehyung's cheeks with his sleeve."You don't do this to people you love. Army doesn't act this way. Can't you see how scared he was? Didn't you even consider his feelings? He won't like you." Jungkook's voice was eerily calm with anger.

The woman sat there in silence, Jungkook breaking the delusion.

"Hyung, hyung I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough.. Taehyung-ah, please you're okay now..just breathe for me..."

Taehyung hears Jungkook calling to him, slowly opening his eyes, noticing the tears streaming down his face, sitting up quickly, knocking the oxygen the paramedic was holding against his face away."Junggukkie.. You're cry.." Taehyung tries to speak, but coughs.

"Take it easy Hyung.. You're okay now..the police handled it.. she's gone.. You're safe.." Jungkook tries to soothe his distressed hyung, sniffling. "She let the police take her."

Taehyung looks around, noticing the police car and ambulance nearby. Did I pass out...? Taehyung blinks slowly, trying to get his mind clear. He notices the stretcher, the medics prepping to lift him, but he clings to Jungkook's arm shaking his head.I don't need to go to the hospital.. I don't want to go..

"We can't make you go, but you lost consciousness, and you're running a fever." The paramedic suggests lightly. "You should at least get checked out at the hospital.."

"No, thank you, I can go in the morning. I just want to go with Jungkookie. Please?" Taehyung politely declines, taking Jungkook's hand and squeezing it. It took everything he had to keep his voice steady. The thought of them making him stay alone in the hospital overnight caused the tremors to return."I just want to go.."

"I'll take care of him. He's been through enough.." jungkook hugs Taehyung to his chest, feeling his hyungs heart still thumping hard in his chest. "Could we go now, sir?" Jungkooks speaks curtly, losing his patience.

"The police would like a statement first.." The paramedic gestures to the police car, the policeman noticing that Taehyung was sitting up now, going over there.

"Please I don't want to talk about it again..I already gave a report earlier.. it's the same woman.." Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook's shoulder, coughing into it.

"I told you over the phone what he told me and I told you what I saw." Jungkook glares at them, holding Taehyung closer."You already caught her this time." Jungkook hints at their failure, picking up Taehyung to leave with or without their permission.

"You can go then. Could I have a number to call in case we need anything?"

Jungkook gives them the number to his manager, scooping up Taehyung bridal style. "Have a good night officer." Jungkook bows, carrying Taehyung to the car.

"Oh my gosh is that V and Jungkook?"

"What happened?"

Taehyung hears voices of the passerbys in the distance, making his anxiety spike up again, holding Jungkook tightly.

"I won't drop you don't worry and i'll call the company in the morning and explain what happened okay hyung? Hyung?" Jungkook lifts Taehyungs chin noticing that Taehyungs eyes were unfocused even though he was looking straight at him. "Hyung look at me." Jungkook places him in the passenger seat.

I've been watching you.. The voice of the woman echos in his head, the memory of her unwanted touch making his body tense up again.

"Taehyung-ah!" Jungkook claps his hands together, making the elder boy jump, being pulled out of his own mind.

"I'm..I'm okay.. let's just go.. I don't feel well.. I want to lay down.." Taehyung's voice came out soft, Jungkook leaning close to hear him. Jungkook didn't believe him. He could hear Taehyung's heart thumping in his chest, his breathing came in short gasps and his eyes were still two black disks.

At least he's breathing. It's a start...

"Ah, Taehyungie-hyung, you're burning.." Jungkook hisses with surprise when he picks up Taehyung to carry him inside. He didn't think much of him falling asleep in the passenger seat. He'd already been feeling poorly the past few days, but he didn't expect his fever to get so high.

" 'm cold..." Taehyung's voice is soft, speaking slowly just barely awake. Jungkook lifts him gently out of the car, him pressing his pounding head into Jungkook's chest. "Hurts..."

"What hurts hyungie?" Jungkook asks helping Taehyung onto his back, supporing him with one arm under his butt, the other holding Taehyung's wrist, but only gets a soft hum as a response. "I'll get you some medicine when we get inside okay?" Jungkook carries him to the door letting go of Taehyungs wrists to try to get the key, but him instantly starting to fall back. "Please hang onto me just long enough for me to unlock the door okay?" Jungkook leans forward to try to keep him in place, relaxing when he feels the elder boy grip him.

At least he responded.. he's mostly out of it.. I gotta do something to cool him down..

Jungkook unlocks the door, carrying his ailing hyung to his room, gently placing him on the bed, taking off Taehyung's shoes and socks, tugging off his pants.

"cold.." Taehyung curls up, hugging his knees to his chest preventing Jungkook from getting his shirt and jacket off.

"Taehyung-ah you're being so difficult right now.."Jungkook strokes Taehyungs sweaty hair from his eyes. "Alright, alright.. You can keep it.. let me see if I have any cold medicine."

"Don't.." Taehyung coughs out the words.

"I'm not going far hyungie. Please I need to try to get your fever down. I'm just going to the other room." Jungkook pleads with him, his heart sinking when Taehyung grips his hand tightly. "You're still pretty shaken up..Okay hyung, I'll hold you for a bit, but then you need to take some medicine.." Jungkook pulls him into his arms.

Just as Jungkook almost had Taehyung back to sleep his phone starts to ring, leaving him trying to quickly fish it out of his pocket to try to silence it. Jimin is calling? Did he already hear about what happened?

"Hey, I'm trying to get-" Jungkook starts to talk but Jimin's panicked voice cuts him off.

"What's going on? There's photos of you holding Taehyungie while talking to the police all over weverse with captions about you abruptly ending your live."

"Jimin-ah I'll tell you about it later, but Taehyungie-hyung is burning up with a fever and he keeps coughing..I need to check for medicine but I can't leave him alone, he's still really freaked out about the thing that happened.." Jungkook avoids bringing it up.

"Aiigo, my poor baby.. he canceled going to the gym with me because he said he didn't feel well.. let me talk to him..he might let you go if he has someone to talk to." Jimin was burning with curiosity, but trusted Jungkook's judgement to not say anything with Taehyung around.

"V-hyung, it's Jiminie-hyung. He says he'll keep you company. Is that okay?" Jungkook holds the phone by his ear so Jimin could talk to him.

"Tete?" Jimin could hear Taehyung's breathing, but Taehyung didn't respond. "Hey Tae? I got a compliment from my personal trainer today. He's really surprised on how quickly my strength is improving." Jimin starts to ramble on about his day, giving Jungkook time to escape the room while he was distracted. Jimin knew he was still holding the phone when he hears Taehyung coughing, or give a little yes, in acknowledgement, but he didn't add anything to the conversation.

He's really out of it, I don't think he's even really processing anything I say to him.

"Hey Tae? Can you tell me how you're feeling? I'm worried about you.." Jimin wanted to see if he could get a coherent response out of Taehyung, and after a long pause he went to speak again, but heard Tae starting to speak.

"It feels like my heads gonna explode, my stomachs swirling.. and my hearts still thumping too hard, and..and it's freezing.. but I'm all wet.. I swallowed a frog.. and..I'm still vibrations.." Taehyung tries to think of the words he needed to explain, but a thick fog clouded his thoughts leaving him feeling frustrated knowing they weren't the words he wanted.

Jimin understood what he meant, though, wishing he could be there to comfort him, but a yawn escaped him, reminding him how tired he was."That sounds awful.. Don't worry, Taehyungie, Jungkook will get you feeling better, and I'll come in the morning.. I'm too tired to drive, or I'd come right now."

Taehyung goes to try to talk again, but the sound of Jungkook's footsteps spooks him, dropping the phone to the floor relaxing when he sees the familiar face of the mankae.

Jungkook enters the room with his supplies, setting them up on the table, pouring some medicine for Taehyung, propping him up against the wall. "Here Hyungie. Take this. It'll make you feel better."

Taehyung tries to take the cup, but when Jungkook saw his trembling hand he pulls it away again. "Let me do it. I don't want you spilling it." Jungkook tilts his chin up, using his thumb to part his lips, tipping the liquid into his mouth.

Taehyung coughs, swallowing it down. "Jiminah.."

"What about him Hyungie?" Jungkook asks, dipping a rag into the bowl of water to wipe the sweat off of Taehyungs forehead.

"I made him ran away.." Taehyung says, pointing to the floor.

"I'll get him for you. You just lay down okay?" Jungkook helps him gently slide back into a laying position, picking up his phone. "Hyung are you still there?"

"Yes, what happened? Is he okay?" Jimin asks worriedly.

"He dropped the phone. I'm not sure.. he's really out of it.." Jungkook furrows his brow with worry when Taehyung starts coughing into his fist.

"I got him talking for a bit, but it was like..when you try to use a translation app. You know what they mean, but the words are off.." Jimin explains what Taehyung told him, fighting off another yawn.

"I'll take care of Taehyungie-hyung.. you get some sleep. Okay? You had a busy schedule today."

"I'll come in the morning. I don't have anything planned until the afternoon. I love you Jungkookie, take care of Tae and send him my love."

"I will.. sleep well hyung..I love you too." Jungkook hangs up, focusing all his attention on his ill member. Jungkook runs the cloth over Taehyung's thighs, going down, washing the sweat off of his legs, forcing Taehyung to straighten out, but the older member instantly tries curling up again, making him have to put his hand on Taehyung's knees to keep him still. "Stop for a minute, Taehyungie-hyungie. I'm almost done. I just need to do your left leg."

Jungkook continues to gently wash Taehyung's body, unzipping his jacket and gently pulling his arms out, Taehyung moaning softly in complaint. "I know, I know..you can be mad at me, just let me cool you down some then we can cuddle all you want." Jungkook pushes up his shirt to run the cloth across his abdomen, gently making circles on his belly up to his shoulders.

Taehyung slowly starts relaxing at the rhythmic motion, exhaustion taking over.

(Here is the worst trigger warning. Cu*ting involved. Follow green lines to skip)

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"Taehyung-ah I love you.. don't you understand how much I love you? You told on me. How could you do that? I told you if you left me I'd hurt myself.. this is all your fault." The woman shows her arms covered in cuts and bruises, the blood dripping onto his skin. "You said that you loved your fans. How could you lie to me like that?"

Taehyung tried to move away from her, but his legs wouldn't move. Move..please.. I need to move..I can't breathe..

Taehyung could feel his lungs burning from the lack of air, but no matter how many times he tried to fill them, nothing came.

"You said you loved us.." the woman multiplied, each having more cuts than the last, tears streaming down their cheeks. "You said you loved me!"

Taehyung finally got his body to obey, managing to step back, but he rammed into someone. The figure wraps around him, whispering in his ear. "That's it, love, come to me.." she leaves kisses on his neck. Taehyung tries to pull away.

"No! He's mine!" Another voice yells. Taehyung finds himself being pulled from all angles, but when he tries to scream, no sound comes.

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~~Switches to a quick vomit scene ~~~

Taehyung wakes up from the nightmare screaming loud enough to wake up the sleeping mankae drenched in cold sweat. He bolts up, struggling to catch his breath but only finding himself coughing, giving no relief to his burning lungs. He frantically looked around the room, only setting his panic further when he didn't recognize the room, fear churning his belly.

"Taehyung-ah! What's wrong? What's wrong?" Jungkook reaches to touch him, to try to comfort him, but in his mental state, he doesn't even recognize the voice of his dear mankae, Taehyung backing away.

"Don-" Taehyung's stomach lurched, his small dinner from earlier pushing up his throat, spraying onto Jungkook and his bed.

"Woah..it's okay, it's okay.. I'll take care of it, okay? " jungkooks eyes widen with surprise, searching for something for him to be sick into. Taehyung didn't hear Jungkook's words. His mind was replaying his dream, sending the sick up his throat, gagging up the kimchi fried rice J-hope prepared for him earlier that day.

Jungkook brings him a waste bin, but he does not find it before the round of sick hits his bed again."Aiigo,You're really sick.." Jungkook sympathetically rubs Taehyung's back, holding the bin by his face in time for the next round.

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"Taehyungie-hyungie you're okay.. I'm here.."

Taehyungie-hyungie?

Recognition shines in his eyes when he sees the shadowy figure of Jungkook standing next to him. "Jungkook-ah.." Taehyung sobs,reaching for the golden mankae, tears streaming. Jungkook quickly takes off his shirt and wraps his arms around Taehyung, completely disregarding soiled bedding. Consoling Taehyung was the only thing that mattered to him.

"Don't cry, Taehyungie, I'm here, I got you.." jungkook strokes his hand through Taehyung's wet hair. "You're safe.. it's just me.. Hyungie it was just a dream. You're okay.." jungkook continues to whisper sweet nothings, trying to keep his voice steady. He was hot before.. but now I'm already sweating from holding him..

Taehyung coughs into Jungkook's chest as he tries to slow his breathing forcing himself to breathe deeply. I'm worrying Koo.. I need to try to pull myself together.. I have try..

Taehyung forces himself to take deep breaths, loosening his grip on Jungkook to try to down play the fear that still gripped him. "no worry..Koo no.." His words did nothing to stop Jungkook's worry. Not when he could hardly speak clearly.

"You think you can stay up long enough so I can wash you up? You're fever's really bad hyungie.. I'll carry you there." Jungkook could see Taehyung's eyes already drooping shut.

"Maybe.." Taehyung wraps his hand around Jungkook to make him easier to lift, gripping tight when being picked up,the woozy feeling returning. "Slowly..slowly.." Taehyung whined softly, closing his eyes to try to stop the room from spinning.

"I'll go slow, okay, just don't choke me.." jungkook says breathlessly, coughing when Taehyung loosens up on his neck. "Are you going to be sick hyungie?"

Taehyung shakes his head slightly. " 'm kay.."

Jungkook shuffles his feet across the floor, unsure on if he could believe him, wanting to keep from shaking him as much as possible until they were safely in the bathroom, propping him against the bathtub as he turns on the water, trying to get a good temperature that's not too cold.

Jungkook strips off everything but his boxers, doing the same with Taehyung, gently leading him to the tub. Taehyung jumps when the water touches his hot skin. "It's okay.." Jungkook holds him, wetting a cloth and running it across Taehyung's body.

Taehyung was shivering, clinging to Jungkook's body. "Cold Koo..it's cold.."

"I know, I know. It's cold for me too.." Jungkook's skin covers in goosebumps. "I'll get us out soon, okay?" He warms up the water to bring just above lukewarm, covering Taehyung's eyes and wetting his hair. "Just let me wash you up, and I'll wrap you up in a warm towel. Okay?" He massages shampoo into Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung doesn't reply, clenching his jaw shut to keep his teeth from chattering. I want out...

"I'm almost done." Jungkook finishes washing him as quickly as possible. "I'm sorry Hyungie.. I know.." He turns off the water and gets out to get a towel, drying off Taehyung's body.

"I'll do it myself.. yo.you dry yourself off,or.. or you'll get sick..." Taehyung pulls the towel from him, drying his dripping hair, trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

"Okay, hyungie." Jungkook smiles softly, relaxing when he hears Taehyung speaking in coherent sentences again. Jungkook starts drying himself off when he hears his phone ringing. "Don't try to stand up hyungie. Stay here, okay? I'll be back."

"No..no I'll go too." Taehyung shakily stands, putting his hands in front of him to stop himself from falling, a wave of vertigo washing over him.

"Woah Hyungie, be careful.." jungkook wraps the towel around Taehyungs waist, lifting him up. "Come on then. I bet it's one of the members."

Jungkook was right. It was Jimin."Jungkook-ah how's Taehyungie?"

"Super clingy..but I just gave him a cold shower, and I think his fever went down.. I'm not sure what else I can do.. he's still coughing and he can't walk without getting dizzy.. he also got sick when he woke up." Jungkook gets dressed, choosing an oversized shirt for Taehyung.

"I'm getting ready to come over now, don't worry, Koo. We'll get him feeling better together. Try to get him to eat something for now, I don't think he's eaten much lately.." Jimin frets over Taehyung. "Even if he won't eat, you should. You need to keep your strength up so you don't get sick."

"Okay, I will. Thank you, hyungie.." jungkook gently gets the shirt on him, kissing Taehyung on the forehead, notcing that he's fallen asleep again. "He's such a sleepy bear.."

"Let him sleep, I'll bring some of my pillows for him. Give him cuddles until then, okay?"

Jungkook nods with a yawn, cuddling into Taehyung's cheek, voice slowing down as he starts drifting off."I'll take care of him.."

[thefernbi]

[Why is the effort to remember so important in todays times?]

Effort of rememberence, especially in the context of historical events like the holocaust and other crimes against humanity is important for different reasons:

Conscience and education: The confrontation with history and the reminding of past horrific acts create a consciousness for the consequences of discrimination, racism and intolerance. It aids the aids the public education and promote critical thought and empathy

Protection of the human rights: remembering historical crimes shows that there are baseline principles for human rights and humanitarianism that need to be protected. The deference for diversity, tolerance and justice are values that must be protected.

Empowerment of democracy: remembering unjust regimes strengthens democratic values and their institutions. Through analysis of past and present can communities bolster their democratic structures and move against antidemocratic movements.

Integration and reconciliation: In communities that were affected by conflict the effort of rememberence can help support understanding and reconciliation between groups. It is a important step on the road of healing trauma and of creating one united future.

All in all, the effort of rememberence contributes to a open, democratic society in which respect for human rights and tolerance of diversity are put to the forefront. It teaches us the lessons of the past, so we may activly work for a better future

It is crazy to me how I could wake up one day and go to uni only to read things like this. This seemingly full awareness about why it's important to remember crimes past. Why it is important to uphold the memory of those lost. How 'never again' exist to activly prevent from such atrocities to happen NEVER. AGAIN.

But yet here we are. An absolute double Standard. Its sad, sickening and demoralizing. All the points listed here are violated. I don't see a conscience. I don't see humans with their rights upheld and protected. I do not see the will of the people being what steers this country. I don't see anything being integrated in a peaceful constructive matter. All i see are victims, more cruel deaths ushering in by the second while this country preaches all the values above just to be at the back and call of the perpetrator of a genocide.

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Ich finde es einfach verrückt wie ich einfach eines Tages aufstehen kann, zur Uni gehen kann und sowas lesen. Das es doch eigentlich so klar ist warum es wichtig ist sich an vergangene Verbrechen zu erinnern. Warum die Erinnerung an die verloren aufrechterhalten so wichtig ist. Das 'nie wieder' dazu dient, aktiv dafür zu sorgen das solche Grausamkeiten NIE. WIEDER. PASSIEREN.

Aber davon ist nichts zu sehen. Absolute Heuchelei. Es ist traurig, widerlich und entmutigend. Jeder dieser genannten Punkte wurde hintergangen. Ich sehe nichts von einem Bewusstsein. Nichts vom Schutz irgendwelcher Menschenrechte. Ich sehe nicht wie das Volk in der Lage ist ihren Willen durchzusetzen. Nichts von Versöhnung und Verständnis. Alles was ich sehe sind Leute die jede Sekunde einer Grausamen Mühle des Todes zum Opfer fallen wärend unser Land Gott segne es alles daran tut den Vebrechern des Genozid rückendeckung zu geben.

Fuck Israel

Fuck German

Fly high Palestina

From the river to the sea, you WILL be free

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: Guinan

By Ames

Guinan gives The Next Generation the closest thing the show gets to a wizard: just some kind of supernatural being whose unquestioned wisdom gets the heroes out of scrape after scrape but whose true powers are never entirely explained. Oh, and she wears baller hats.

Sure, she may play into that “bartender, here to listen to your problems and guide you on your path” trope (which frankly Deanna should be doing but rarely does), but Guinan is so much more than that. We’re going to get into the good number of moments this week on A Star to Steer Her By, so get ready for your personal epiphany as you read on below and listen to our chatter on the podcast (pull up a stool at 1:02:25). El-Aurians are always listening.

[Images © CBS/Paramount]

Best moments

Whole generations of disposable people Simultaneously one of Picard’s best scenes, the peptalk Guinan gives to Jean-Luc when he’s being thoroughly whooped by Riker’s prosecution in “The Measure of a Man” feels like a turning point in the show. Whoopi Goldberg’s calm presence as a Black woman in a scene about creating androids as slaves imbues their discussion with meaning, weight, and stakes that are both personal and universal.

Every time you feel love it’ll will be different The perpetual sounding board, Guinan helps Wesley parse his feelings at the end of “The Dauphin” in a scene we really give the both of them credit for. Guinan doesn’t speak down to the kid or just tell him everything will be okay while he’s broken hearted after watching Salia leave. She tells it like it is: love is deeply subjective and his feelings are valid.

A warrior’s drink Guinan introducing Worf to prune juice in “Yesterday’s Enterprise” is such a perfect microcosmic scene depicting her character in a lot of ways. She just knows people. Worf is a tough nut to crack, but she reads people in such a way that she figures out just what he’d like in a drink, just as she does later in the episode on a much greater scale…

I look at things, I look at people, and they just don’t feel right …when she figures out the parallel dimension problem at the heart of “Yesterday’s Enterprise.” In that slightly fantastical wizard way she has, Guinan can feel that something is wrong with the timeline when the Enterprise-C shows up out of some rift or other and suddenly her once familiar crewmates are denizens of a warship. And even better, she gets Picard to believe her.

You have to let go of Picard Whenever anyone on the crew needs a little guidance, that seems to come from a really great scene with the ship’s bartender, and who could possibly need it more than Riker at the top of “The Best of Both Worlds, Part 2”? She gives him the confidence he needs to keep going in the absence of Picard, whom she insists she’s super close to for reasons we don’t know yet.

Job opening in the Empath field Another crisis, another peptalk from Guinan. We all know Troi handles losing her empath powers in “The Loss” pretty terribly, but you know who handled it great? This El-Aurian bartender I know who swoops in and reverse psychologizes Troi with such stealth that even if she had all her senses at the time, Deanna wouldn’t have known what hit her!

You saw exactly what you wanted to see in the holodeck It is downright glorious how Guinan puts Geordi in his place in “Galaxy’s Child” when he’s unironically whining about how Leah Brahms is nothing like the hologram he created of her (vom!). “She's probably done the most horrific thing one person can do to another,” she says, “not live up to your expectations,” and I can’t help but stand up and applaud.

I’ve heard some Klingon belly laughs that would curl your hair Guinan’s advice to crewmembers isn’t limited to the human ones! In “Redemption,” she not only schools Worf in holodeck target practice (and left-landed, to boot!), but she also makes him consider what it means to be Klingon, as his experiences are atypical from most of his people. We have no doubt that her chat with him inspired him to get involved in Kurn’s war.

You ain’t never had a friend like me When Guinan sees other officers like La Forge pointedly avoiding Ro Laren, she makes it a point to befriend her in “Ensign Ro.” That in and of itself is very Guinan-like behavior, but it also comes with some of her copyrighted motivational chats when she is able to convince Ro to come clean to Picard about the secret mission she was tasked with for Admiral Kennelly.

I tell you, that razorbeast was a good friend All throughout “Imaginary Friend,” while the other officers not only infantilize Clara Sutter for having an imaginary friend, but they entirely ignore the signs that something isn’t right. Everyone except Guinan. Guinan talks to Clara as an equal, even if she’s a child, and imparts the story of her own imaginary friend: a Tarkassian razor beast, which somehow seems fitting.

We are also lonely Despite being conflicted about Hugh being on board in “I, Borg,” Guinan goes and meets with him and it’s such a cute little scene. You forget that someone as old and wizened as Guinan still has things to learn, and to find some common ground with a Borg was unexpected for her. And she even convinces Picard to see him too, giving us yet another great scene from this great episode.

Why are you still sitting here? Let’s see, is there a single member of the crew Guinan hasn’t peptalked yet… ah right, Dr. Crusher. Now we have a full BINGO card! Our final tete-a-tete from Guinan comes in “Suspicions” when Bev is doubting her decisions to look into Dr. Reyga’s murder and Guinan cheers her on until the good doctor solves the mystery, kills the baddy, and flies in a sun like a badass! Truly so many of our Best Moments from other character spotlights are initiated by Guinan!

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Worst moments

Give yourself permission to be selfish Guinan’s first significant scene in the series is in “The Child,” and of course she’s doing better counseling than Troi. However, your hosts here at SSHB can’t help but cringe because, while the show got rid of Beverly Crusher for a season, it means we were still stuck with Wesley because Guinan convinced him to stay, especially after a season in which we were so annoyed by his character all the time! Guinan, how could you?

You’re a ‘droid and I'm a ‘noid You saw above all the times Guinan helped all the other characters with a little self introspection to find their way through a problem, and the one character whom I’d say she fails with is Data in “The Outrageous Okona.” It’s probably because encouraging Data to consult Joe Pesci on how to do comedy led to the events of my least favorite TNG episode, and it’s all Guinan’s fault!

Tell me more about my eyes While the scene in which Riker flirts with Guinan when Wesley asks for dating advice in “The Dauphin” is hot as hell and inspired a little bit of shipping, we’ve got to admit that it’s not at all helpful to Wesley. Usually Guinan scenes are much more beneficial to the crewmember who is struggling, and in this one, none of this is what Wes asked for. I’m still totally into it though.

Let me introduce you to the Borg We learn in “Q Who?” that the El-Aurians were almost wiped out by Borg… because apparently Guinan and her people never told Starfleet this before? Think about it: she clues Picard in after Q has flung them into the Delta Quadrant about who the Borg are, and it is news to him! Starfleet spends every other interaction with Borg playing catch up because they don’t have any info on them!

That’s what you get, Charlie! You get fork stabbed! Pardon the It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia quote, but I couldn’t help myself. And Guinan seems to me no better than a McPoyle when she stabs the suddenly human Q with a fork in “Déjà Q” and generally mocks him. It just seems petty and violent for a character who is usually so stoic and reserved. So much for the tolerant Alpha Quadrant.

But I know it was an empty death, a death without purpose While Guinan had a lot of instances from our Best Moments list above from “Yesterday’s Enterprise,” we’re still troubled by her nudging Tasha Yar to go sacrifice herself on the Enterprise-C to make up for her waste of a death in “Skin of Evil.” Even if you consider it a better death than a tarpit, then you get freakin’ Sela in “Redemption,” which Guinan somehow blames Picard for when she’s the one who compelled Yar to go!

That was setting number one While some might give credit to Guinan for quelling a riot before it could get out of control when everyone was on edge due to sleep deprivation in “Night Terrors,” I’m not one of them. As I said in “Déjà Q,” violence doesn’t seem the answer for Guinan, and this scene escalated so quickly (partly because the bar scenes in this episode feel like afterthoughts), it makes me wonder how she let things get that bad.

A Yankee in Captain Picard’s Court Oh boy, I’ve got to question some of Guinan’s standards when we see her hanging out with Samuel Clemens in “Time’s Arrow” (and a terribly acted Sam Clemens at that!) after Picard had claimed in “Ensign Ro” that she’s very picky about her friends. Her cohorting with the author led to some of the most obnoxious scenes from The Next Generation that I’ve ever seen.

Our relationship is beyond friendship, beyond family There are several instances of Guinan hinting at her and Picard’s established kinship before we get to the story of the bald man who was kind to her in “Time’s Arrow” and my reaction was… that’s it? We say sometimes that leaving something unexplained is better than giving it a stupid explanation, and oh boy, Picard just sitting with Guinan in a cave once was totally fizzled what had been built up for so long.

Were you this much fun when you were a kid? Some of this is the overall child acting being bad in “Rascals” and Guinan’s child actor had it especially stacked against her since her voice had to get dubbed (resulting in her just sounding super smug all the time), but boy was she insufferable as a child! It was cute for adult Guinan to befriend adult Ro in “Ensign Ro,” but we felt bad that little Laren had to put up with this! Let this girl mope by herself, lady!

Forty to love Though Guinan helps boost Beverly’s confidence in “Suspicions,” she does it by tricking her with this lie about playing tennis that just seemed unnecessary. Guinan always finds ways to converse with people who need it, but this whole tacked-on frame story had some weirdness to it because it forced both Guinan and the episode to be indirect when it really didn’t have to.

Think of me as an echo of the person you know I’ll take every opportunity I get to shit on the Nexus in Generations. It’s just such a confusing device they used to get Picard and Kirk together that really makes no sense if you think about it for more time that it’s actually onscreen, which isn’t a lot. And there’s an echo of Guinan in there, feeding Picard exposition and generally complicating what this place is supposed to be, and I’m just done with it.

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That’s enough from Guinan’s advice column this week! We’ve got a really special DOUBLE spotlight next week, in which Tasha Yar and Ro Laren are going to go head to head for the title of Baddest Bitch on the Enterprise-D. Place your bets now and be sure to come back for that! Also keep coming back for more of our series watch of Enterprise over on SoundCloud or wherever you get your podcasts, order a drink with us over on Facebook and Twitter, and enjoy your prune juice.

[miuarchiv]

Dr. Schellenberg?

Conclusion first:

• It can only be inferred that WS either failed to obtain a doctorate thus the personnel files entitled him as "Dr." were simply erroneous(likely), or, he had obtained the degree but in an indecent manner(less possible).

The most important evidence:

• The first file addressing him as "Dr. Schellenberg" was dated 24 Sep 1941, and on 29 Aug 1941 he was still working on his thesis, making no progress without Valjavec's help. There was NO WAY he could finish the thesis in such a short time.

• He never used the title himself. (e.g. Werner Best's signature was "Dr. Best")

Crucial info:

• Originally, WS wanted to obtain a doctorate through "Notexamen"(an accelerated form for students enlisted in the army to obtain degrees). WS was qualified for Notexamen by the award of EK2 and EK1.

• The two topics, "Begriff der Polizei vom christlichen Gedankengut"(The Concept of the Police in Christian Thought) and "Aufgabe und Stellung der Verwaltung in Jugoslawien"(The Role and Position of the Administration in Yugoslavia) were both chosen by Prof. Reinhard Höhn. In April 1940 they both agreed to discard the first one and turn to the second one, for which he was instructed by Prof. Fritz Valjavec. Höhn asked WS to stay at the University of Berlin for 2 more semesters, indicating that WS had previously enrolled at the same university (though no records of this have survived).

• In May 1941 WS procured a document to certify he had enough time to attend essential courses, making an obviously false statement that "his official business at the RSHA will occupy him only 3-4 hours a day", but eventually he could not register for the 1941 summer semester due to procedure problems.

• WS hired ethnic German students in Yugoslavia to translate the reference material he needed.

• Crinis, Heinz Jost, Hans Helm, Herbert Kier had offered help. WS also discussed Valjavec's naturalisation with Franz Six. (Valjavec had been stripped of his Yugoslavian citizenship for participating NS movement.).

• There were a total of some 60 pages of letters/files in 1940-1941. The last recorded correspondence between them was Valjavec's Jan 1942 letter thanking WS for his invitation and explaining that he could not travel due to ill health.

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Mpreg (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: Jimin

Tw: emeto, vom**, throwing up, nausea, mpreg

Word count: 593

(Jungkook is feeling sick and miserable while Jimin is at work. When he comes home, he imidiantly dots on Jungkook)

(Ahh, this is my first time writing mpreg, and it is very short, so I apologise for that!!! I hope it's somewhat half decent and you at least semi-enjoy reading this 🥴) (ahhh, the ending definitely could be improved..)

(This gif is so cute, I just wish it was better quality)

(Next posts will be some requests!!!!! Anons, if you see this, don't worry, your fics are coming!!!!)

(Title suggestions for this? 🥺)

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Jungkook misses his abs. Being 5 months pregnant, he's sick of feeling sick. Jungkook hates the mornings where he simply just can't. He can't work, can't eat, can't sleep. (He may also just be a little hormonal)

Jungkook lays a hand ontop of the soft curve of his stomach, waiting patiently for Jimin to get home. The elder forced him to stay home after he'd spent early hours of the morning throwing up his dinner.

Jungkook managed to doze off in bed for a short while, however, his back started to get sore and he couldn't fall back asleep. He then relocated himself to the couch, turning on the tv to watch a random kdrama. He forced himself to nibble on some crackers and sip water, thinking of the baby. Unfortunately, his stomach revolted against the meager sustenance, prompting him to hastily grab a nearby trash can to cope with the overwhelming waves of nausea.

But right now Jungkook is almost close to tears, rubbing his stomach pitifully and debating asking Jimin when he'll be home. The crackers have been given up and Jungkook can't concentrate on the tv long enough so he turns that off too.

Jimin did offer to stay behind from work but Jungkook reassured the dancer that he'd be okay and his morning sickness had been improving. Thankfully—Jimin suspected the younger just felt bad keeping him from working, so instead of his usual 5:30 knock off time, Jungkook heard the soft click of the door at just 4:15.

"Hey Jungkookie, I'm back early." Jimin said into the apartment, looking around to see where Jungkook was. "Hyungie.." Jungkook moaned from the couch. Jimin frowned worriedly, putting his things down and walking to where Jungkook is.

The sight is endearing but sad, Jungkook's cute belly pointing to the ceiling and pale face screwed up. "Hey, bunny.. not feeling the best?" Jimin squats in front of the couch, combing Jungkook's hair and giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jimin notices the crackers and bin beside him, happy the youngest made an effort to eat. Jungkook doesn't have the energy so he just shakes his head, eyes closed and hand reaching for Jimin's. He gladly takes Jungkook's palm in his.

"Has it been like this all day, Kookie?" Jimin asks, Jungkook pauses before trying to answer, stomach sloshing violently and he sits up on his elbows. Jungkook reaches for the bin and Jimin quickly passes it, holding it under the younger's chin.

Jimin suspected this might happen, Jungkook's pale features gave it away when he laid eyes on him. "Deep breaths, lovey." Jimin encourages just as Jungkook hiccups and a rush of puke lands in the bin. Jungkook cradles his middle and coughs up remnants of the crackers.

"Ugh.. that was the first time I've thrown up since this mornin'.." Jungkook says, spitting into the bin before moving to sit comfortably on the couch. Jimin sits beside the younger, smoothing back Jungkook's hair. "I've been feeling sick all day, hyungie.." Jungkook sniffles and Jimin worries that he's about to cry.

"Aww Kookie, you poor thing.." Jimin kisses Jungkook's forehead. "In the next appointment we can ask the doctor for something to help your morning sickness." Jimin places his hand softly on Jungkook's belly, checking for a negative response before slowly rubbing circles.

"This feel nice?" Jimin asks, gaining a nod. Jimin hopes that in a couple weeks Jungkook won't have to be stuck at home feeling sick, he doesn't think he can handle seeing Jungkook this run down.

[saskia-stefan-unterwegs]

03.07.23 Schottland - Dunnottar Castle

Heute sind wir eine relativ kurze Strecke gefahren, was am Ende 145km bedeutet, quasi OFF-Day und auch gut war, da das Wetter am Nachmittag viele Schauer parat hatte. Wir verbringen heute eine 2. Nacht im Airlie Arms Hotel in Kirriemuir. Unser „Ausflugsziel“ heute war Dunnottar Castle und was soll ich sagen -> Ogilvies hatten auch hier mitgemischt und Burkhart Ogilvie hat das Castle folgendermaßen beschrieben:

„Das muss man einfach gesehen haben!!! Auf vielen Büchern über Schottland erscheint das Bild dieses Castles auf dem Umschlag! Wenn man vom Parkplatz in Richtung Meer geht, steht man plötzlich vor dem Abgrund und blickt auf eine große Burg auf einem Felsen im Meer. Das ist Dunnottar Castle!!! Wir kennen keine Burg auf der britischen Insel, die eindrucksvoller ist!

Dazu nun noch die Geschichte! 1652/53 hat George Ogilvy of Barras (ein kleines Gut in der Nähe) mit seinen Mannen das Castle 9 Monate lang gegen Cromwell und sein Heer verteidigt. Cromwell wollte unbedingt das Castle erobern, weil dort die schottischen Kron-Insignien versteckt waren. George war es gelungen, mit Hilfe seiner Frau die Insignien aus der Burg zu schmuggeln. Danach übergab er das Castle an Cromwell. Als der in dem Gebäude die Insignien nicht fand, ließ er „jeden Stein umdrehen“, fand aber natürlich nicht, was er suchte.“

Und in der Tat findet man den Namen Ogilvie auf dem Castle erwähnt. An einigen Schildern ist der Name zu finden und in der Wand eingeschlagen liest man folgende Inschrift auf hellblauen Grund (siehe Fotos -> Saskia am Schreibtisch sitzend)

„IN COMMEMORATION OF THE DEFENCE OF THE HONOURS OF SCOTLAND FROM SEPTEMBER 1651 TO MAY 1652 BY GEORGE OGILVY OF BARRAS GOVERNOR OF DUNNOTTAR AND OF TH HELP GIVEN BY HIS WIFE ELIZABETH DOUGLAS AND BY HER KINSWOMAN ANNE LINDSAY“

Auf dem Rückweg sind wir dann noch bei einer - und jetzt kommt’s - Wodka Distillery vorbei gefahren, die leider geschlossen war, ABER 😊✌️ Wer freundlich fragt 🫶 dem wird trotzdem exklusiv geöffnet.

Naja, bei dieser Familiengeschichte mussten wir doch etwas mitnehmen 😉.

Cheers. Aber nun soll es das auch mit Familiengeschichte gewesen sein, denn morgen werden wir die Gegend verlassen und weiter nach Norden fahren. 🏍️ 🏍️

Video -> anklicken 👑

[synergysilhouette]

Blue Promise From the Sky (First song from "Stargazer")

My opening song! I hope you enjoy it. My inspiration for this is definitely "The Bells of Notre Dame," but I'll never match Stephen Schwartz's genius. I'm not a producer, so I sadly can't create a sound for this music, but I did want to capitalize on the fact that "Wish" had a pop songwriter and take inspiration from pop (or pop adjacent) artists--but not with this song. This song in particular, being the opening song, is meant to be more traditional, so I imagine it having traditional German music for it's production to kind of set the scene before we embrace the modern aspects. I imagine this opening song is sung in the style of an opera, given that opera is very popular in Germany, and it sets the thematic tone. I did also throw some German phrases in there to kinda set the scene more, but if I'm using them wrong, PLEASE let me know. I also took the title of this from a phrase I found online ("Das Blaue vom Himmel versprechen," or "The Blue Promise from the Sky," which, according to the site, refers to a promise that can't be fulfilled. Fitting for a story about wishes, isn't it?). I may edit this later, but I wanted to get it out there to the masses. I actually forgoed a storybook narration in favor of this, but the storybook could still be included if it was ever animated.

Color guide:

Blue-Chorus

Purple-Anselm singing

Black-Anselm talking

Every beginning is hard,

Wishes only take you so far!

Put in the work for a start.

But don't neglect the wish in your heart!

There was once a kingdom that stood above others,

It was called the kingdom of Nelke.

Named after the beautiful carnations that bloomed there,

But their specialty was the stars that fell.

Every so often, a meteor shower

Would grace the citizens with its power.

The stars would grant wishes,

Your deepest desire

But only for a few,

So most would just sit and admire.

And they worshiped and thanked the stars for their light

Every day, every year, every morning and night.

For generations to come

Wishes were granted to some.

And many foreigners would stop by

To live, to learn, to seek, to earn the blue promise from the sky.

For many years, the kingdom rejoiced in it's prosperity, and Nelke was known as the happiest place in the world by it's contemporaries. But for it's citizens, animosity and desperation began to grow when they were not selected to have their wishes granted.

And so it began, during the reign of Queen Lina,

A tale of tragedy.

There was a kind man with his wife and daughter,

Who were a model family.

But when his wife became ill,

the man felt on his spine a chill

A sign that death was close at hand.

He asked the stars why,

Begged a blue promise from the sky

But they ignored the cries of the man.

And so his wife was taken

Never to awaken,

And he fell into despair.

What happens thereafter?

They burned some of the chapters

But soon he was taken as well.

His daughter was alone,

No parents, no home,

And so she went and cried by the well.

And then Eiko appeared,

Wiping away her tears

With the help of a little spell.

A sorcerer for the queen

He looked at the girl, at the death she had seen

And he took her on as his own.

A magical girl, a magician's apprentice,

He opened her eyes to the unknown.

And so she grew up in the palace of Nelke,

Became powerful, prideful, very sure of herself.

Except when she thought of the life

She could've had with the kind man and his wife.

And so she kept on wishing, and wishing some more

She trained herself unlike any had seen before.

A dangerous witch, the citizens were concerned

Of her reckless behavior, of the spells she learned.

So now read the story, uncover secrets and lies.

And how Talia earned a blue promise from the sky!

Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know if you have any questions. My next post on this may be a while since I'm trying to release this in acts (Act I, Act II, and Act III). Here's my character notes for anyone who needs a visual to get ready for the story. Make sure to check back for any edits or changes.

https://www.tumblr.com/synergysilhouette/740700000780238848/wish-rewrite-prologue?source=share

[velvetwarfare]

You can’t help but run your digits over your fangs.

In insolation, no one can hear your INNER THOUGHTS. No one can see the tears blossom from your eyes and spill like rainwater, THE MEMORY OF HOW THE GRAND ACT CONCLUDED STILL BRIGHT AS DAY IN YOUR DEMENTED MIND DESPITE IT BEING DECADES SINCE YOU TURNED. You can still feel the BLINDING AGONY OF WHEN YOU SHOVED THE NAIL FILER INTO YOUR BRUISED, MORTAL MOUTH AND SHAVED AWAY AT YOUR CANINES UNTIL THEY COULD PRICK SKIN AND BLEED IT.

BUT IT WAS ALL FOR SURVIVAL. IT WAS ALL FOR SHOW BUSINESS. IT WAS ALL IN A DESPERATE CRY FOR HELP FROM THE RICH AND POMPOUS. NO ONE HEARD YOUR CRIES AS YOU STUMBLED OUT ONTO STAGE, GUSHING BLOOD AND SCREAMING OUT IN WHITE HOT AGONY, THE AUDIENCE PERCEIVING YOUR ‘PERFORMANCE’ AS NOTHING BUT ONE BIG FINALE.

YOU WERE AN ACTRESS. A PERFORMER. A FACE OF MANY CHARACTERS. A JESTER. YOU WERE NOT WHO YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ANYMORE, YOU WERE WHAT THE AUDIENCE WANTED YOU TO BE IN ORDER TO MAKE A PRETTY COIN FOR JUST MEASLY BREAD TO GET BY. YOU ORIGINATED FROM NO VARDO, BUT A LONE SURVIVOR OF POVERTY IN A HIGHLY RICH AREA CALLED AL’HAZIR, DESTINED TO PLAY WHATEVER YOUR HIGHER UPS WANTED YOU TO DO SO YOU WOULDN’T UP DEAD ON THE STREETS LIKE THE REST OF YOUR UNFORTUNATE FRIENDS.

YOU WOULD SURVIVE. YOU WOULD PERSEVERE NO MATTER WHAT IT TOOK, NO MATTER HOW MANY SACRIFICES YOU HAD TO MAKE, IN ORDER TO MAKE ENOUGH COIN AND START A NEW LIFE ELSEWHERE.

So you did. You created persona after persona after persona after persona AFTER PERSONA UNTIL YOU SLOWLY LOST SIGHT OF WHO YOU TRULY WERE. YOU DEGRADED YOURSELF FOR THEIR PLEASURE. YOU RIDICULED OTHER POOR FOLK FOR THEIR APPROVAL. YOU STOLE EXTRA COIN FROM THE BOISTEROUS DRUNK. THEIR LOVE AND AFFECTION — NO MATTER HOW ARTIFICIAL IT MAY BE — WAS WHAT YOU CRAVED AND OVERDOSED ON LIKE A DRUG. THE APPLAUSE, THE CHEERS, THE LOVE. THE BRIGHT COLORS, THE ADORATION, THE BELLS RINGING, THE SPOTLIGHT, THE ATTENTION ALL ON AL’HAZIR’S BEAUTIFUL JESTER.

By day, you would be smiling as bright as the sun, on top of the entire world. By night, you’d stare at yourself in the foggy mirror and WOULD NO LONGER BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE YOURSELF. A STRANGER PEERS BACK, JUDGING YOU FOR TARNISHING YOUR PERFECT SOUL WITH LIES. You would cry yourself to sleep nearly every night, curled up in a dingy blanket and straw pillow as your belly ached for more sustenance that you could not afford. And every night, ANOTHER PART OF YOUR SANITY WOULD DIMINISH.

The final act arrived. A scare fest for Deity’s Eclipse featuring werewolves, mummies, cryptids…vampires. It was the biggest act yet and you COULD NOT AFFORD TO FUCK THIS UP. YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT. YOUR AUDIENCE DEPENDED ON YOU. YOUR JESTER CAREER DEPENDED ON IT.

But they did not help you. They did not provide you with anything but the LEFT OVER COSTUMES OTHER ACTORS DISCARDED. All the prosthetics were taken by the MORE WEALTHY. You PANICKED. All you had were a pair of black tights, a crimson cape, a ruffle shirt…you needed FANGS. It was almost your time to go out and PERFORM. You had to act SWIFTLY.

THINK, BETTY. THINK. THINK. THINK. YOU CAN’T LOSE NOW.

Shakily, your hand grasps a nail filer on the edge of a sink, your BLOODSHOT eyes staring back at your reflection — MORTIFIED AT THE REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO.

YOU CANNOT BACK DOWN. YOU HAVE TO DO THIS. YOU HAVE TO LIVE.

Slowly, you bring the nail filer into your mouth, positioning it over your left canine. Tears pour down your cheeks as you hiccup and sob, slowly SHAVING AWAY AT THE TOOTH.

YOU CAN’T GO BACK TO THE STREETS. YOU CAN’T GO BACK TO BEING POOR. YOU HAVE A CURRENCY NOW. YOU HAVE A LIVING.

BLOOD GUSHED OUT OF YOUR MOUTH LIKE A RIVER AS YOU KEPT FILING DOWN YOUR CANINES, VIOLENTLY SCRAPING AND DRILLING AND SCULPTING THEM INTO SHARP FANGS. By the time you were done, THE SINK WAS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH HOT BLOOD — AND YOUR CLOTHES WERE DRENCHED IN IT. YOUR BODY SHOOK LIKE A LEAF. SWEAT SOAKED YOU TO THE BONE. YOU WANTED TO VOMIT, TO PASS OUT.

You then drop the filer and stumble out into the bright light of the stage.

The audience hushed at the GRISLY sight — then ERUPTED INTO A CHORUS OF WILD CHEERS. There you were, DROOLING BLOOD AND SALIVA, LIMPING AND DERANGED, OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND. In the midst of their BELOVED SUPPORT, you let out a BONE CHILLING SCREECH. EVERYTHING YOU HAVE BEEN BOTTLING UP FOR YEARS COMES OUT IN ONE BIG, PROLONGED, ANIMALISTIC CRY OF DESPAIR AS YOUR SANITY SHATTERS. The crowd stands, pointing and gasping in delight at your ‘PERFORMANCE’ .

BUT YOU ARE LOVED. THEY LOVE YOU. YOU HAVE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION NOW. YOU ARE ON TOP.

Slowly, you crank your arms upwards into an outstretched bow, BASKING IN THE GLORY OF SUCCESS. You GRIN MADLY, LAUGHING MANIACALLY AND SOBBING HYSTERICALLY, HIGH OFF THE ATTENTION.

YOU ARE THE WORLD’S FOOL.