#podests

[postcard-from-the-past]

Italian actress Rossana Podestà on a vintage postcard

[regen-kommt]

@cuntkant BITTE erinnere dich da dran

Make sure you say "I wonder what they're doing right now..." about your comic relief friends every now and then so the episode can cut to their B plot

[heylolita00]

[blogsweb]

Rundpool, Ovalpool, Achtformpool, Edelstahlpool sowie Alupool als Rundbecken

Poolbesitzer leben glücklicher! Genieße den Sommer mit einem Swimmingpool von Mister Pool im eigenen Garten! Mister Pool hat eine riesige Auswahl an unterschiedlichen Schwimmbecken für Dich! Wähle zwischen verschiedenen Formen, Farben oder Mustern wie Steinoptik oder Holzoptik und suche Dir den Pool aus, der zu Deinem Stil passt! Bei uns im Poolshop findet jeder mit Sicherheit das passende Schwimmbad für seinen Garten! Gerne ist Dir unser Beratungsteam bei der Auswahl des Beckens sowie dem adäquaten Poolzubehör behilflich. Deine Fragen werden ausführlich telefonisch oder auch per Mail kompetent beantwortet!

pool podest mit treppe selber bauen

[steinkogler-texing]

Eine Holztreppe mit Podest und versteckten Wangen ist dezent verbaut 💒 und auf den ersten Blick 🧐 kaum als solche erkennbar. Ein Handlauf aus Edelstahl fügt sich gemeinsam mit dem Eichenholz perfekt in den Raum ein.

[der-saisonkoch]

Ulla - Operation

Ulla-Operation

[vegetation-daheim]

Die Balkonkästen bekommen Füße

[samuelbarkwell]

Kids Room Munich An illustration of a large Danish boy's room with a light wood floor and gray walls.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Italian actress Rossana Podestà on a vintage postcard

[pinka-style]

4T2 PINKBOX ANYE Cannes

Decor ♡ Bottle Holder | Brewer | Canister | Cheese Boards | Coffee Canister | Cook Book | Mortar | Paper Towel | Pears | Podest | Spices | Spoons | Spoon Rest Functional ♡ Candle

All files compressed. Collection file and polycount included. Credits ❥ Meshes & Textures by Pinkbox AnYe

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[kitomeka]

Sooooo.... I build him up WITHOUT breaking anything. But I´m still fumbeling with the electricity. (Yes, he lights up^^)

Also gave him back his now clean glasses. Looks way more familiar like this. He is so pretty, I´m obsessed. I still try to find a way to light him properly since the light that is within the podest only lights him up partially and the lights above are too weak to light up his face when it is dark. My gaming Setup is across the room from him and I ansolutley want to see him in all his glory when I´m playing. Also wanted to show Yáll some more details like the Headcrab. And I feel like the Headcrab needs a Name :)

[maxdibert]

People don't understand that what Snape went through and that he chose to follow the dark lord makes sense, even if it is morally wrong. If people don't believe you, I can testify that you said nothing but the truth even if you didn't lived through that (one doesn't have to ,to understand), I grew up in the worst neighborhood in my country and we were poor to a point that I had my own room only because my parents slept in the livingroom and I only got my first bed at 9. But I was loved and cared for by at least one parent! It makes for a lot things up!

And boy, does that make a difference ! So many of my childhood-friends that grew up here joined gangs, became teen parents, dropped out of school stay unemployed and so on. I'm the exception out of all the kids, it's pretty lonely though .I was the first one to graduate high school in my whole family, the first to not have a kid before 24, and will soon be the first one with a degree ! I know I am the exception because my mother took action in my education, spent time and cared for me and dropped my dad after his gambling addiction went overboard. This is the very difference: yes Snape was poor , but also no one cared or loved him. Money can't buy everything , it can't buy love or a good childhood, we see young adults every day from good stable families crashing out and doing crazy shit, the public points at them with fingers only later to find out that they went through hell in that big fancy mansion.

Of course Severus went for the first hand that fed him, you can count either lily or death-eaters. And it makes sense that he put lily even decades later on such a high podest mentally , because she was the first one to show him kindness and after years of mistreatment he thoroughly believes he deserves nothing but cruelty. He was denied love all his life and as an adult he rejected any form of love or friendliness.

I handle legal cases for people who were born and raised in terribly hostile environments, with families that were not only poor but trapped in spirals of violence and dysfunction, where the entire setting was basically a constant push toward substance use, addiction, and consequently, criminality. And I find it quite… I wouldn’t even say just classist or privileged (though it is that too), but downright audacious to claim that if you were in those people’s shoes, you would have acted in a morally impeccable way. Because 1) statistically, it’s extremely unlikely—numbers don’t lie—and 2) no one has the slightest idea how they’d turn out after growing up in such a hostile environment.

It’s like people can’t really put themselves in someone else’s shoes. They try to “imagine” it, but always from their own privileged perspective, never by truly trying to think like a person with all those disadvantages and hardships. And it’s so easy to judge—my job is literally to convince judges that people did something wrong due to a series of understandable and explainable circumstances, while another lawyer, usually the prosecutor, is trying to convince them of the opposite.

So yeah, I’m used to it, but I’ll never stop being amazed at how selective empathy is. People can be very empathetic—as long as the victim is compliant or socially acceptable. But if the victim doesn’t fit into the moralistic and classist narrative that’s been ingrained into our culture, then suddenly it’s all unforgivable.

What people don’t understand is that just as you can’t ask someone who’s never seen the ocean, a lake, or a river to know anything about swimming, you also can’t ask someone who’s never been taught to be emotionally or affectively functional to just be that way overnight. Or ask someone raised around violence, who never learned any patterns of self-control, to magically know how to manage themselves. It’s absurd. The mind doesn’t work like that.

[woompfy]

HEAR ME OUT WITH MY LUCAS X ADAM OBSESSION -by wooms

These lil fucks can‘t get out of my fucking head so I might as well ramble about them! Damn you Felix and Shadix for having such awesome ocs istg.

Since they are from opposite teams it defo has a hint of delicious enemies to friends and I fucking LOVE IT

Now behold, I wrote a lil something on these two, don‘t mind grammar mistakes, I just had the urge to write something about them (TW///!!!SH; ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!!!//)

Fallen onto loving Dust

I cling onto the razor blade like my life depended on it. I see how a red droplet runs down the silver metal reminding me that there is still color in me. But I haven‘t felt any color in myself for years and especially now it‘s all drained away into a soulless shade of gray. The door to my room is locked shut, unable to be opened from the inside. I wouldn‘t be able to leave even if I tried to pick the lock, my father would be standing in front of the apartment door blocking my way to leave. And he made sure I wouldn‘t even try to escape. I guess I should‘ve shut my mouth before I opened it. When I returned home with bruises on my knuckles my father frowned in anger already knowing what had happened. I could tell he had been staying up all night, drinking, because the rings under his eyes have sunken even deeper than I remembered, like they would slowly stick onto his skull‘s eye sockets. The principal had called and told me everything, he said with disappointment in his eyes. With his frowned eyebrows he looked even more frightening and his yellow-brown eyes stabbed daggers into my chest. But his raspy voice made me empathetic towards this man I call my father. I don‘t even know why he cared that I had tried to beat up a boy, which I failed because I never know how to properly throw punches and perhaps I‘ll never know, but fights like those occur on a daily basis. 

I would always return home with a scraped knee, a black eye or with blue spots all over my body and my father wouldn‘t bat an eye. In some cases he would just snarl some remarks my way and would go right back to his sad tv show. The reason this got his hard to acclaim attention is because I happened to push the boy against a fragile glass podest where useless competition prices are presented. Now, it wasn‘t my fault Loris was an athletic mess that his rock hard muscles could cut through glass and shatter it like it were useless cardboard. But that caused Loris to get some injuries and a bill to my father with a large amount of money to pay for the damages. For expensive glass like that it sure shattered like it wasn't even worth a cent. My father works all day trying to scrape up any form of money, and would always stay up all night drinking away his sorrow so he wouldn‘t have to think about the debts he already has weighing on his shoulder. And a bill from the school on top of that is understandably the last thing you would want to happen. 

But maybe if he didn‘t spend all his leftover money on beer he could at least save some for cases like these. And I did tell him that, maybe a little more snappy than I meant it to come out. And that was where I crossed his line he never even established to me, he got furious and screamed at me like he would spill out his saved up negative energy he seemed to have hid over the years. I had never seen him so upset and vulnerable and I felt my whole body freeze up while my heart dropped to my stomach. I didn‘t mean to upset him, I really thought he’d ignore my bruises and the usual calls of the principal like he normally did. But when it comes to money it‘ll bring out the worst in people. It always does, so with another bruise added to my weak body he locked me into my room and made sure I wouldn‘t be going anywhere else, anywhere where he can‘t see me, anywhere else where he can‘t see what a burden I am. In a bitter way I can relate, because I can‘t even look at myself. The ash raven hair, deep eyes that make me look like a puppet and pale skin that reminds you of a corpse. It‘s like a burden I must carry like a mask.

I can feel the trail of dried tears on my cheeks and the aching pain of my cut flesh along my wrist. I hoped the pain would release some stress and ease me but it didn‘t fulfill its usual effect. The walls of my room are suffocating and looming over me like I was a bird in a cage. I wanted to get out, escape and never see those rotten walls ever again. But there was nothing I could do but to let my thoughts spiral.

So I laid on my carpet floor staring out my window, hoping I could just end all of it.

The window…

I weakly get up and slowly slide over to the transparent frame. I open the handle and look down until I see solid ground. I‘m on the 4th floor of one of the graffiti castles. Only a few meters in front of my view is another grey apartment building with balconies, hiding the sun from my eyes. Even if the building wasn‘t there the sun would hide behind the cloudy fog that has been gathering in the sky for the past weeks. It's like even the sun knows there is no hope left for me. But it didn‘t matter to me. I just wanted to leave, to escape, to just end it all.

 With tempted eyes I leaned over the windowsill, my hand pressing against the ledge supporting my body so I could climb up. I hesitated, estimating if I‘d only break my legs and suffer the consequences of dying in pain or if it would be quick. I breathed in and as I was just about to lean in and let my body fall a distant but close voice called something that pulled me back into reality.

“HEY BLUE EMO BOY!“

I looked up and in the building in front of me I saw a figure standing on one of the lower balconies. Orange messy hair moves off the figure's face as they raise their hand and wave it at me enthusiastically. Without a closer look I could tell it was one of the siegers but unlike the others he was smaller than the rest and had a bigger smile displayed at any moment whenever I saw him on school grounds. 

He never involves himself in the siegers bully beatings, he only stands on the side watching as Kong holds one of their victims down while Cesil bunches the air out of them. I wonder if he secretly enjoys watching them beat up an innocent kid. One time the siegers pinned me at the lockers and made sure I won‘t leave without another bruise to display on my body which has become a museum at this point. And there, In the corner of my eye, I saw the fox haired boy watching, looking at me with sorry eyes. Or perhaps I just imagined it, because I was too focused to endure the pain of Michi‘s fists. In chemistry we happened to sit next to each other. We never exchanged any words even after that one occurrence at the lockers until he decided to start a conversation when we had to work on a group experiment togethe. That was today, before the fight with Loris, he had asked me if I enjoy soccer. With slight caution I hesitantly answered that I did and before I knew it the boy‘s face lit up and happily continued to ask questions like: „Are you good at soccer? You play with those wild soccer bunch, don‘t you? Do you know Deniz? Are you friends with him?“ His odd approach as a sieger surprised me, since I didn‘t expect someone like him to be interested in me without a sick twist to make fun of me. But he didn‘t seem to have any vicious intentions when he continued to ask a pile of questions and the more I answered them with short words the more talkative he‘d become. I’d ask him if he played soccer and without a second he joyfully started talking like a waterfall. He‘d happily yap about soccer and chemistry and mentioned some smoke bombs he builds for fun without caring if I even listened or not. „I can show you whenever you have time! You live in the graffitti castles, don’t you?“ He wasn't anything like the quiet bystander that I had seen when he was present to witness my ass getting beaten up. 

I was surprised to see him here out of all places. What was he doing in the other building? And what did he want from me? 

I heard him yelling something my way but it was hushed by the distance between us. I tried to make out the shushed words but eventually attempted to ask again after a pause. „What?“ I yelled, confused. The boy took a breath and removed the bag from his back that I hadn't noticed he carried. 

“Are you in your room?“ he repeated loudly.

"Yeah?" I called back with uncertainty. 

„OH, ...cuz I thought you lived in this building!“ He pointed to the ground indicating the building he‘s in. Why would he be looking for me? 

„Errrm, are you trying to climb down?“ He asks. I had forgotten I was still sitting on the ledge of my window. My face heated, I felt exposed getting caught in such a dangerous position. I felt embarrassed that somebody would have actually witnessed something I wouldn‘t be able to regret…

„Uh…something like that…I‘m grounded.“ I yelled back. 

The boy's face lit up into a smile, like he didn‘t assume anything else. 

„OH, I SEE! Do you do this often?“

Just like in chemistry he asks questions that seem disingenuous, but whenever I look into his eyes I only see the opposite, a spark of interest. 

„Never done it before since I‘m almost never home…“

“WHAT?“ 

„NO“ I yell. My voice feels raspy and I‘m genuinely impressed how that guy can continue to yell proper sentences. 

„WELL THEN HOW DO YOU PLAN TO CLIMB DOWN?“ He yells, no, almost screams. What is this guy‘s deal? But he‘s right, what is my plan? There is nothing I could latch onto this side of the building, dressed in naked, smooth concrete, and I originally was going to commit to something else. As I look down into the deep the intrusive thoughts from before return and a shiver crawls up my spine.

“I don‘t know.“ I admitted.

The orange haired boy looked around then down, he squinted his face like he was thinking about something. 

„Perhaps you can try to jump to me?“

„WHAT?!“ 

Has he gone mad? I can‘t jump that far! These buildings were almost 5 meters apart, no one can make that, especially me who‘s caught up in every fight and still can‘t punch so I doubt my athletic skills are any better. 

“I‘m sure you can make it! It‘s only a few meters and this platform is only on the 3rd floor!“ 

I shake my head violently, who the hell even is this guy? He talks like 5 meters is only a cat jump you‘d attempt everyday. He has such a wild and unrealistic imagination of things I can‘t wrap my head around it.

“Are you crazy?! I won‘t make that!“ I scream in irritation.

“You never know if you don‘t try!“ He yells jokingly with a huge smile, showing his tiny tooth gap, plastered on his face.

He‘s insane. 

But in his shift of expression I can tell he is being serious. This is crazy. I really shouldn't. I could risk making him witness something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. 

But in that moment I felt the locked door behind me looming over my presence, reminding me that my father is behind it drinking himself another round of corona beer. The thought of him being present in the same place as me made me feel weak, felt even more dangerous to me than taking this jump. I wanted to escape after all…so why not go for it? And if I miss…well, both scenarios lead to the same goal. 

„I can try and catch you! But if you 're unsure then you don‘t have to! I don‘t want you to break your legs!“, the fox haired boy yelled.

“…No I‘ll try!“ I announced with a hint of determination. I took another look at the distance and estimated where I should land. Although the sight makes my knees shiver, turning them into jelly, I gulped down a clump down my throat, took a breath and slowly but surely started taking a few steps back from my window.

I took one last breather before I started sprinting towards the light. I took a large leap forward, my stomach did a flip, and the next second I watched as the ground beneath me vanished, turning into the depth that‘s rushing past me. 

I see the balcony before me so I reach out my hands in an attempt to grab the ledge. But all air left my body when I slipped and didn‘t succeed to grab the concrete edge. But instead of hitting the solid ground, crushing me to mush a rough hand grabs my sleeve instead, pulling me up in an instant. I hastily climbed up the balcony sitting down on the floor leaning my back on the concrete scaffolding, trying to catch my ragged breath. I let out a blow of air I didn‘t even know was in me, but before I could collect myself a face was already kneeling next to mine smiling at me enthusiastically.

“Hey, you did it! That was pretty decent for your first time!“ cheered the fox haired boy.

His sunny smile and raised eyebrows contrasted with my shocked and disturbed look. I slowly turn my head towards him. If my expression could express words he‘d hear me scream that he was insane, crazy and a total maniac. But he didn‘t budge and only giggled with delight, his grey eyes sparkling with joy, as he exclaimed „Well now that you‘re here I can show you some of my smoke bombs!“ He grabs his bag on the ground, shaking it excitedly. I was unable to be mad at someone like him.

“Who even are you?“ I just blurted out of irritation. 

„I‘m Lucas!“ He regularly answered. He reached a hand to me with that smile I‘ll always be taken aback by. 

“And you are…?“, he firmly asked.

I look into his face, wondering what just happened, what I had just done and what ghost possessed me to do something so bizarre. But once I realised how stupid this situation was I finally let out a quiet but weak giggle. I slowly reached for his hand without a second thought.

“Adam…“

I said.

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I don‘t write a lot but I hope this was somewhat of a smooth read

✨Anyway HeadcanonsTIME✨

-Lucas is most likely going to be attempting to climb up to Adams apartment. Probably failed plenty of times but Adam still appreciates his attempts

-Lucas always yaps about building fun devices so he could vandalize certain places but he doesn‘t have the materials for it since they‘d be illegal to get. Since Adam knows a few places he gets Lucas those materials as a gift. Lucas questions where the hell he got them from but Adam just shrugs it off. Lucas is scared to know anyway

-Adam tried to get Lucas to do some drinking games with him but he always refuses Because he dislikes the bitter taste. So Adam just gives him a coke mixed with vodka in hopes he won‘t notice. Lucas ends up being more of a messy drunk then Adam had intended. After that he keeps alcohol far away from Lucas.

-Whenever Lucas is hyper he climbs things up or does dangerous parcour on top of buildings. One time Adam saw him climb on top of the school‘s rooftop on a weekend, scaring the shit out of Adam

-Whenever they want to meet up Lucas parcours his way to Adam because he‘s way too excited. While Adam waits he chugs down at least two cigs because he‘s nervous.

-They are the best duo in chemistry class

-Before meeting Lucas, Adam spent most of his money on cigs or snacks. But now he buys little things for Lucas because they remind him of the orange head.

-Adam made Lucas a huge poster of the periodic table for his birthday

-Lucas stole a CD of Tokio Hotel for Adam

-Whenever Lucas is with the siegers and sees Adam with the bunch he just has the urge to run over to them but he has to internally stop himself

-Before realizing Adam had a crush on Lucas he just rambled to Markus about him whenever he escaped to his place

-Lucas is definitely that kid that puts mentos into soda in the most wrong places

-After Adam has some fights with the siegers Lucas secretly visits Adam to make sure he‘s okay. Adam tells him he‘s used to it but Lucas still feels bad and buys him some spezi to make him and himself feel better.

-Kong knows Lucas is secretly meeting with Adam. Now he also has something to use against him whenever Lucas threatens Kong to tell the others that he hangs with Marlon

And last but not least SKETCHES:

(Ough, I‘m going insane over them)

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Je höher das Podest, auf das ein Zwerg hinaufklettert, desto deutlicher wird, welch ein Zwerg er ist.

The higher the pedestal a dwarf climbs onto, the clearer it becomes what a dwarf he is.

Gabriel Laub (1928 – 1998), Polish-Czechoslovak-German satirist, aphorist, journalist, and translator

[ablogtocheck]

This is such a good article, full of praise for George!!

Translation below (Heads up: I used deepl and didn't double check it)

George Russell's gala performance

Why does Mercedes need Verstappen?

GP Bahrain 2025

George Russell finished on the podium for the third time in the fourth race. The Mercedes driver's second place was a masterstroke in an almost total electronic blackout. Does Mercedes still need Max Verstappen?

George Russell is the best player for Red Bull. If the 27-year-old Englishman continues to drive races like the Bahrain Grand Prix, Mercedes will increasingly ask themselves whether they need Max Verstappen at all, should he be on the market. And Red Bull would have a better chance of keeping its star driver.

Russell got the best possible result from his Silver Arrow in each of the first four Grand Prix of the year. Three of them were podium finishes. Second place in Bahrain was the crowning glory of a flawless season so far. Just the fact that he blasted the two McLaren cars on a track where the Papaya racers seemed unbeatable is worthy of an honour.

But the final stint turned into a horror drive for Russell. Lando Norris in the rear-view mirror, the soft tyres at the end of their service life, and electronics that were gradually giving way. Modern Formula 1 cars cannot be driven without digital support. If the systems log off, then the driver has to be controlled remotely from the command centre.

But the final stint turned into a horror drive for Russell. Lando Norris in the rear-view mirror, the soft tyres at the end of their service life and electronics that were gradually giving up the ghost. Modern Formula 1 cars cannot be driven without digital support. If the systems log off, then the command centre has to control the driver remotely.

Russell activates DRS for 37 metres

It started with difficulties in the timekeeping system. Several drivers could no longer be located due to missing transponder signals. George Russell was the worst case. The Mercedes driver still appeared in the results, but there was a black hole where his lap and split times should have been.

The team could no longer track his driver on the time monitor. At the same time, the functions on Russell's steering wheel screen were logging off one after the other. As a result, he had no information about his own lap times and the gaps to his rivals.

The automated DRS activation also failed. The FIA then allowed the driver to operate the DRS mechanism manually. As other systems failed at the same time, the most important functions were reprogrammed to a backup button. The team instructed Russell to use the auxiliary button from then on, which was used for DRS activation as well as radio communication.

On the back straight, Russell tried to speak to his race engineer on the radio but unknowingly activated the DRS, which was controlled by the same button. He immediately realised the mistake and closed the rear wing again.

According to FIA protocol, it was open for over 37 metres, which gave Russell an advantage of 0.02 seconds. However, he voluntarily lifted the accelerator pedal before the next corner and thus gave away another 0.28 seconds. As a result, he escaped a penalty.

Failure of the brake-by-wire system

The worst part, however, was the failure of the brake-by-wire system twelve laps before the end. This regulates the brake force distribution between the normal brake system and the engine brake. "The brake-by-wire was sometimes there, sometimes gone, the pedal sometimes long, sometimes short.

I never knew when I could rely on it and when I couldn't. It was particularly difficult between turns 9 and 10. In between, I also had to constantly reset the individual functions."Because the brake-by-wire was on the verge of total failure, the engineers advised Russell to switch to the passive BBW system.

This deactivated the engine brake, but at least the driver could now rely on the brake balance again. Even if it was completely different from the first part of the race.

The second driver was spared the worst part of the race: the total failure of the display. ‘Then it really would have been a drive into the dark,’ explained chief strategist Rosie Wait. ‘George wouldn't even have had the LEDs to show him when to change gear.’ Russell added: ‘All the settings on the steering wheel would have been frozen at the level I last activated until the end of the race.’

What exactly caused the blackout could not be determined shortly after the race. Team boss Toto Wolff suspected some kind of bug in the wiring harness.

With old soft tyres against Norris

In addition to all the problems, the soft tyres were at their limit with a remaining distance of 25 laps. Russell got them over the distance with his fingertips. He showed that he can do this at Spa last year. At the same time, Lando Norris tried several times to snatch second place from Russell. In an intact McLaren with the more durable medium rubber.

However, the fourth-placed driver in the world championship fought off all attacks ice-cold. However, he admitted: ‘One more lap and Lando would have got past me without any problems.’ Wolff spoke of a ‘mega race’ by his team captain. "George saved us the podium. The fact that he lost virtually no time despite all the problems he had to manage was an extraordinary achievement."

It is slowly dawning on everyone at Mercedes that a Russell is perhaps just as good as a Verstappen. And even cheaper.

[verblassteliebeslinien]

"Ich stell andere Menschen auf Podeste und ärger mich dann, wenn sie zu mir herunter blicken."