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like ok hear me out. i would be completely fine w doing something and getting payed BUT my problem is i gotta talk to ppl and i genuinely dont feel like doing that😐
#also ive been considering signing up for german classes again and also getting my driver's license at the same time#but i dont want to be an extra burden on my parents either :/#z xarre
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You don't even know how much I'm trying to get my colleague to take busses and trains. I'm possibly going to the city with her at some point, because she needs someone to take the bus or train with her. And clearly the train autistic is the best option for that (yes)
#we'd also go to a craft store in the city because she likes beads and that store has a lot of them#also she lives in a german town with a train station bus stop combination. if i get her to be able to take trains and busses on her own#she can get to so many places. so very quickly and without the stress of sitting in a car#also she is unsure if she can ever get a driver's license because of her mental disorders#and i have specifically phrased it as 'you can do both. you can learn how to take the bus and train *and* try getting a driver's license'#and also mention that i also don't have a car and can get to so many places we are living in germany#there are so many trains. it's great#-franz
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in if you need to be mean, would the reader ever try to escape? and if she did, how would konig react? thinking about like, she planned for a few months how would she escape him, and she feels very conflicted bc she loves him, but she wants freedom and thats the only thing konig would never give her. so when hes away she takes the car and just goes. i dont know where, but shes so desperate te be free again to do whatever she likes without him hovering and always by her side trying to control what she does! would he feel sad? would he be devastated? would he go after her? i know that theres like a 1% chance of it happening but im so curious about how he would react and how it would change their relationship.
anyway, love your fanfics gremlin you're a genius!!! 🫶
Konig made everything in his power to prevent her from escaping without locking her up and breaking her legs, but it doesn't mean he won't do it.
He refuses to let her study German because he moved her to this foreign country without her knowing the language, and he specifically chose a distant tiny town in the middle of the Austrian woods, where not a lot of people know English and therefore, it would be hard for her to communicate. She doesn't have his car keys or a driver's license, he didn't leave her a lot of cash, so she forced to use his cards with updates of withdrawal and spending sent to his account, and she also just has a dependant visa that wouldn't allow her to do independent anyway.
Her only way would be speaking to the police and hoping that they would start the investigation. It would be really hard because, well, Austria doesn't really care about immigrant's problems unless it's an international scandal, and Konig would know anyway - because he has cameras in the house, which he doesn't even hide, and if the investigation would die down, or his girl wouldn't go to the police, he wouldn't really break the contract and run to her immediately. He has quite a few friends around, especially if Krueger or Klaus are around and not on deployment with him, so he could ask them to go and visit his...wife. She is scared and a bit hysterical because of the foreign country, so she can tell weird things about kidnapping and escaping, they shouldn't listen to her!
Konig won't be so nice when he returns. He really wanted to play this fantasy of having cute little housewife, nice house and a girl that is absolutely in love with him. He knows that you like him, at least, that you didn't want to escape, you're just silly! He infantilised you before, mostly because of the age difference, but it would be even harsher now. You are not allowed to leave the house, he often simply locks you in the bedroom so you won't have anything to do besides waiting for him to return with groceries and fuck you into the mattress. He didn't want to break you leg, but if you keep resisting, he might kinda push you a bit further. He would assign you a no-nonsense older caretaker so you would have company and help while your leg is broken! She also thinks that you have some sort of weird mental illness that made you paranoid and afraid of your husband, so you can't even get help from her.
You can forget about going out while he is on deployment either. And he is very reluctant to let you out, even with him, the first few months after your attempted escape. The world is too dangerous for you anyway,
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Reunion (ii)
Author's Note: Part 2 of 3 where we meet König's family
Summary: König takes you to meet his family
Requested by @wikusiax0
Part 1
"Reunion"
The plane ride to Austria was hectic.
In the middle of summer, it seemed like everyone was either traveling from or to Europe it was like it would never end. Your flight was delayed the first time, then stopped somewhere, before actually telling you it was delayed again, and then finally getting to your destination.
Once there, it seemed like nobody could take their eyes off of König.
People stood still, watching your boyfriend guide you through the airport as you trailed behind him attempting to keep up. Red faced and nervous, he pulled on a face mask and sunglasses.
You squeezed his hand, approaching an exit.
Once outside he took a deep breath.
“I think it’s worse when people don’t assume you speak German and they talk about your height.”
You smiled, rubbing his hand. If you were being completely honest, you were a nervous wreck. So little did König talk about his family which made you question and wonder so many things about them.
What was his mother like?
Would his father even come?
Would there be a language barrier?
You got in a taxi with him which dropped you off in some small town about an hour away from the airport.
König thanked the driver and proceeded to get out. You said thank you, then winced at the fact that maybe this man did not speak English.
“You are welcome!” he said, however his face was more serious than his cheerful voice.
“Alright, we start walking. It’s not far from here.”
You turned around in awe, watching how the houses and buildings were so different from what you were used to. The sun was setting already showing a streaks of orange and purple up ahead. Not many people were out, but it still amazed you how small, quaint this town was.
You tried to picture König as a kid running around or even as a teenager running around…
“Paul?”
König stood still.
Your thoughts quickly evaporated as you turned to where the voice came from.
Anxiety poured into his veins. Turning slowly, he looked at the person addressing him.
“Ah, no. I am not Paul.”
König was speaking English to a man who clearly spoke German.
The man cocked his head to the side, smiling, then shook his head side to side. Spoke in German again.
“You are Paul’s son?”
König stood still, then proceeded to nod his head.
“Andreas?” the man said curiously.
The man walked over quickly and shook his hand furiously.
König excused himself and introduced you. His mother tongue coming out so effortless and strong.
You shyly held out your hand speaking slowly.
“So. nice. to. meet. you!”
The man eyed you up and down, staring back at König like something was off. Before the man could say anything, König excused you guys and you made your way up the trail again.
“I’m sorry for all the walking. We walk in Europe.”
You laughed, watching him carry your luggage, his luggage, duffel bags, all while you held your backpack.
“Yeah… I’m really struggling over here.” you said, rolling your eyes.
You had started wondering why you left the man down the road.
“Paul is your dad?”
“Yes” he said, making eye contact behind you then trailing up ahead.
“Andreas... is your brother?”
The gravel crunch from his feet stopped. He let out a soft laugh, proceeding towards the road.
“Andreas is my name schatz.”
“What......” you said so softly
You stopped
“What do you mean your name is Andreas?”
He laughed, shaking his head. The crinkles in his eyes forming.
“You know this, you saw my drivers license.”
You sucked your cheeks in, realizing your mistake.
“Actually my name is whatever pet name you call me, I never call you by your real name.”
“All this time I thought your name was König and your last name was Andreas…”
He laughed harder this time, adjusting the duffle bags on his arms.
“Schatz, my mother calls me Andy!”
“I thought it was because Toy Story was your favorite movie…”
He holds in his laughter.
“Come on, schatz, or should I call you by your first name?”
You roll your eyes, embarrassment flooding your face as you walk behind him.
Andreas…
*
He guides you down a road, towards a medium-sized house.
It was a two story white house with brown accents. The roof was made of wood. Behind the house was a small hill. The house had several windows in front, a pointed roof, and a small garden in front of it. The fencing around it was made with wood, as its pillars were made of stone.
You tried to picture König walking from school everyday to his house, working on the garden like he did at home, or even just him sitting outside from the balcony, watching people walk by as he talked to his mom about life.
“Nobody’s home, thank god.” Konig snapped you from your imagination.
Leading you into the house, you stepped foot in the living room.
The living room was adorned with several awards in ice hockey and soccer, and many “serious” kid photos. There were two couches placed around a rectangular coffee table.
“I’m taking your bags into my room, make yourself at home.”
You continued to admire all his awards in ice hockey. His photos where he’s off to the side with "friends." He’s never smiling in any of them.
It reminds you of his photos –chiseled face, eyebrows pulled together delivering a menacing look.
“Schatz.. come here please.”
You follow his voice up the stairs and down a hallway. There’s a door at the end of the hall painted black, with a gold doorknob.
You enter his room and are immediately filled with curiosity.
His room is covered with posters of Batman.
There’s a small bed in front of you, above it there’s a shelf where two buildings are built out of random legos. You notice one is Wayne Tower, and the other is Arkham Asylum.
Behind you is a desk with a computer, old notebooks, piles of CD’s, and a teenage picture of him and his mom at a park.
You admire the room around you.
He sits on his bed, looking comically huge compared to it.
“I’ve ordered a bigger bed, but I'll need to assemble it. We can stay in the guest room tonight.”
You don’t listen to what he says, just stare around the room.
Suddenly, it clicks.
“Batman wears a mask…Is that your inspiration?”
He exhales, his face turning red.
“Uh, yes, I think so. I think Batman was one of my favorites. I haven’t been here since I was seventeen.”
He brushes it off.
He grabs you towards him, hugging you from the waist, then places his head on you. He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath on this entire trip.
You rub his hair back, scratching parts of his scalp to relieve him.
He speaks softly.
“I just get so much anxiety coming back here.”
“You’re okay, I'm here, we don't have to do anything you don’t want.”
He looks up at you, his bottom lip captured between his teeth, his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips. He stands up, guiding his hands from your waist to your head, entangling them in your hair bringing you into a kiss.
His kiss is hungry, sloppy, like when he greets you after a mission that went too long for his liking. He sucks on your tongue, pulling you in closer, then elicits a moan where he begins to suck on your bottom lip. He keeps making a mess of your lips, as his hands guide down to your ass, bringing you in closer, squeezing and putting his finger right where he would finger you from behind.
He stops, pulling away, just as you’re out of breath, looking up at him, dizzy from all the love.
“Thanks” you say.
“I’m sorry, I just never thought I would be back here… with someone.” His lips are swollen and wet.
“Just fulfilling a fantasy you always had?”
He smirks, and doesn’t answer.
“I’ll get started on the bed, we have dinner with my mom tonight so you should get ready.”
*
You had been fidgeting with the rings on your fingers. He stationed the car a little further away.
He turned towards you. Seeing you fidget, emotionless.
“You have nothing to be scared of. My mom is very much like me.”
He grabs you, pulling you into a kiss before stepping out.
"I'm so happy you get to meet her."
You walk down towards the road, to a similar one story house.
König opens the door, and wonderful smells hit your nose.
There’s rustling in the kitchen, music playing from the tv.
“Andreas? Are you home?”
His mother comes out of the kitchen, smiling, eyeing you with adoration.
“Hello! So good to finally meet you!” she walks towards you embracing you in a hug.
“I am Andreas' mom, my name is Anna.” She rubs the sides of your arms, tears clouding her eyes. She looks at your face, bringing your hands into hers and holding them. There's so much softness to her.
“It’s so nice to meet you Anna” you say. You’re taken aback a bit. She receives you with so much love, almost as if you’ve met before.
“Come in! Come in! Let us sit in the kitchen while we wait for Walter.”
She guides you to the kitchen, holding your hand completely ignoring König.
König whispers to you: "Wait for Walter?"
“Please have a seat with me, the roast is almost done.”
Anna is a tall woman, she has white hair that comes down to her shoulders. Her skin looks soft, with small wrinkles around her eyes. Her upper lip has wrinkles making her look like she’s been pouting or sucking on a lemon.
“Ja…. Hi mama? Your son is here too!”
She side-eyes König.
“Well if you wanted me to acknowledge you, you should’ve put her on FaceTime the first time I asked.”
König smiles, taking the seat next to you.
“I’m not going to start with you.”
Her boyfriend comes out. He’s a man just as tall as her. He’s got a more stocky build to him. He wears thick framed glasses that sit on a small nose. He’s dressed casually, a button up with jeans, and loafers. However when he enters the room, it’s like he radiates warmth.
“Hello! Anna, why didn’t you say guests arrived?”
The man puts his hand out, König doesn’t stand up with you.
You shake his hand introducing yourself.
“Wonderful name, my name is Walter.”
Anna gets up, ready to serve dinner. She looks at you,
“Do you mind helping me in the kitchen?”
Once in the kitchen, you realize her food still isn’t ready.
She’s smiling, bombarding you with questions. Her cheeks are pink, from the heat of the oven.
“I need the FULL story. Where did you meet!? Are you involved in the military too?
No actually we met at a grocery store.
“What was your first date like?”
He took me to the observatory…
“I love that ring, I have many stones you should take home with you! I don't wear them I just have them stored away.”
No no! I couldn’t.
“Does Andreas work too much? I told him he needs to stay home with you.”
He tries to stay for longer periods of time, but—
You were cut off, König coming into the kitchen.
“Don’t scare her please this is the only one who has stuck around.”
He sneaks his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder.
She sees how you two fit together. It gives her an idea.
“Andreas! Let me get a photo for my album.”
She runs out of the room quickly, König whispers—
“She left me in the kitchen on purpose so I could talk to Walter.”
“Well what did you say? Kind of rude not to stand up when he offered his hand” —
His mom returns, an iPad in her hands.
“I can put this on my Facebook!”
“Mama why the iPad when we can take it in the phone?”
“Stop it! Now smile!”
She takes several photos, then has you pick which one you like best.
“Oh my friends love to see Andreas! I haven’t posted a photo since he left for the military…. I also never seen him smile this big before!”
König turns red, remembering how much he actually hated photos.
Anna guides you back to the kitchen where she tells stories of König as a child as you have dinner.
How small he was when he was born, fragile, breaking bones almost every year since he could walk.
He then randomly had a growth spurt when he went to high school.
When he cried because there were six other kids in his class who dressed as Batman for Halloween and he thought his mother wouldn’t recognize him at pick up.
When he wrote a poem for his project but got so anxious he cried all night and ended up missing school the next day.
How his brother was mean to him because he was always the taller one, König was smaller.
All memories he’s told you before but with less details.
Was his brother still taller? You couldn’t even imagine someone bigger than your boyfriend.
As Walter cleared up the dishes, Anna brought you to the living room.
She had already positioned a small cookie platter with a variety of biscuits, fruits, and sugary crackers.
“Walter please make coffee.” She yelled out.
There were many pictures of König positioned in her living room. He had a pout as a child, his eyes sad, and cheeks round.
He looked as if he had finished crying and his mother took the picture immediately.
Then you eyed it, a picture of all of them.
“Is this… your dad and brother?”
König stepped behind you.
“Yeah that’s me, Elias is behind me, my mom and dad.”
“Elias? Like Uncle Elias?”
“Yes, my brother was named after him. His first name is Paul, but we call him Elias.”
He paused for a moment.
“Elias thought he would never have kids because he was gay. So my mom named my brother after him.”
Anna pulled you into a hug again from behind.
“I am just so happy!”
“Mama stop. You’re scaring her.”
“You never bring one girl or boy to the house! I can smother this one.”
You gather around the living room. Swapping stories you two living together—the raccoon that entered the house, the garden König tends to, your library of books that he promises will make a bookshelf for.
His mom sits like a child, wide eyed, indulging in the stories you tell.
König interjects once in a while to give his side of the story or says things like
“Did it happen that way? I could’ve sworn it was—“
His mother hushes him, focusing on you.
It’s around 1 in the morning before König finally has had enough.
“Mama, we have to go. The funeral is early tomorrow.”
“Stay here for the night!” She begs, her eyebrows furrowing loving your company.
“No mama, you know we don’t have things here.”
König is tired, eyes bloodshot red weighing down his cheeks.
“Fine, but it’s not any trouble. Walter, please bring me my box.”
Walter walks down the hallway, appearing with a golden box.
His mom opens the box, searching for a gold necklace.
It’s when you see what she’s doing that you immediately decline.
“You don’t have to give me anything! You say, objecting the gift in her hand.
You can feel König's hand on your lap, reassuring you it's okay.
“I don’t have to, schatzi, but I want to. I cannot express how much happiness you’ve brought my son and now me.”
She rummages around the box, pairing small stones with the gold necklace but nothing satisfies her… until she sees it.
Her mouth smiles so big as she eyes you.
The necklace she presents you has a teardrop pendant. The stone in the middle is a radiant blue topaz.
She walks behind you, lifting your hair aside.
“When Andreas was born, he was born during the last month of the year. I think postpartum hit me the hardest this time around because I knew my son would be lonely, little, and I was very sad….”
She locks the necklace behind you, smoothing your hair down.
"Uncle Elias gave me this necklace in the hospital after seeing how small Andreas was after delivery. He said the stone was as strong as he would be."
“Andreas father had shamed me for giving birth prematurely, I was all alone fighting for him and myself….”
“And now I can see he’s not lonely anymore, he is not small anymore, and I am no longer sad but fulfilled.”
You stand up to hug her, she squeezes you, like you’ve been her best friend all these years.
“I am so happy you were born because it means there was a friend out there for my son.”
König interjects —“A friend who kisses me on the lips.” Rolling his eyes.
His mother swats him on the head speaking in German.
“OKAY I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”
“Go home get some rest. I will see you tomorrow at the funeral.”
As you walk to the car, you can’t help but think about how lonely the world must have been for him. How much it meant for someone to come home to his mom to reassure her that he was not alone in this world anymore.
#könig#könig x reader#konig x reader#könig mw2#konig call of duty#call of duty#könig cod#könig x you#könig fanfiction
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Okay, I realized I never made a proper introduction post.
Hi, I am Kay (obviously a nickname) and I am 22.
~ i go by she/her but in the end of the day I don’t care about my own pronouns that much
~ i just graduated, so I have a degree in journalism and public relations now
~ i made this account to keep myself motivated for my final thesis in college and now I decided to keep it for personal study stuff, language learning and because i wanna read more books again
~ i live in Germany, so naturally i speak German and English
~ long terms goals on this account are currently: getting my drivers license, finish my watership down book and improve my (horrible) Italian
~ i do like memes so a good portions include memes I find on my phone or pinterest
~ random fact: i do love soup and a lot of my study pics include soup
Notable mention: If you like to follow me, I follow back with my old account.
#studyblr#student#study blog#study motivation#studying#studylog#studyspo#studynotaestehtic#study#study notes#introduction#hi#intro post
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i have less than one more hour of 2023 left, so i want to look back a bit. this year, i…
learned to be a little more independent
discovered how much i enjoyed casual walking, even though it’s always crazy hot here
had my student driver’s license expire because i didn’t finish my required hours of practical training and i was too scared to take the test anyway
got super close to some family members i didn’t talk to so much before
had a very public breakdown for the first time in a long time. also had problems with being overwhelmed more than usual
started seriously considering teaching as a career path because, in what was the kindest move ever by a teacher to me, my native german prof pulled me aside to say he thought i had a gift for it
went on a trip abroad with just my cousins and had a blast. then went on a trip abroad for uni and had even more of a blast
met up with four online friends. shoutout to irena, jade, clara, and cher for being the bestest most lovely people ever <3
discovered new hobbies like listening to cassette tapes and crocheting, the latter of which i was able to use to make tiny little plushies for all of the online friends i met this year
flew abroad four times, which is the most i’ve ever done in one year. i got to visit hong kong, taiwan, the usa, and germany!
speaking of germany, got to go there for the first time ever. it was amazing to be able to experience the place i’d only ever seen in textbooks. i have fond memories of being able to talk to shopkeepers in german now too. but i also came to the realization that there’s still so much more for me to learn. because i went there with only 1.5 years of studying the language, and i was half floundering
stayed with a host couple for a few days in germany and conversed with them almost solely in german. they ended up getting married later in the year and i’m so happy for them
had multiple direct experiences with racism while abroad, including being accused of theft?? which was sad but also funny in a depressing way
started studying italian from scratch and loved it. also accidentally started studying french from scratch and hated it
affirmed a lot of my personal values, mostly with regard to social situations
started seeing a psychologist on top of my psychiatrist sessions
got incredibly emotional hearing my national anthem played during a football world cup for the first time ever, then got even more emotional watching us win a match. when i first watched these girls, they’d almost gotten kicked out of the qualis for the asian cup that got them into the wwc in the first place. and now they’re stars. it’s beautiful to see
finally helped to start fixing a really bad family problem that i’d known about for a few years now that nobody was doing anything about
saw both taylor swift and fall out boy live in concert. these were my first concerts ever, too. and both these artists were my favorites from high school so it was super special to me
watched my first full tennis season and cemented my love for the sport along with it. also got significantly more involved with the tennis side of tumblr and met the loveliest people there
took my baby nieces to their first trip abroad just this christmas <3
and probably much more that i’m forgetting now. but it’s really been a good year, definitely the best i’ve had since the pandemic happened. i dealt with a lot of mental health issues as usual, but i also learned to cope with them in healthier ways. and being able to go out more this year (not just abroad, but outside in general) and talk to more people was a big plus
so i just want to say thank you to everyone who helped make this year a much happier one for me, and i hope you all stay in my life even in 2024!
#inspired by irena’s summary post <3#here’s to a new year with all of you!#the life and times of liz#*
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Random fun facts about the Ghostbusters!
Dr. Winston Ramsey Zeddemore (he did not spend all that time studying Egyptology to not be called Dr!)
1 Parents names are Lucille and Edward
2 Birthday is May 2nd, 1953
3 Is the oldest of three kids
4 he’s 6ft2in
5 Former Air Force Major
6 Doctorate in Egyptology
7 Started a successful Global enterprise
8 Learned to pick locks at a young age
9 Worked in construction, as a cab driver and as a gas pump attendant
10 Fond of basketball and baseball
11 Likes crime and mystery novels
12 Likes watching game shows and police dramas
13 Likes Blueberry Fudge cake
14 Is afraid of needles
15 His maternal grandmother is African and Puerto Rican
16 Has some fluency in Spanish
17 Has always wanted to go to space (and has!)
18 Didn’t believe in the paranormal until he became a Ghostbuster
19 His license plate is "BIG-042"
20 Devout Baptist
Dr Raymond ‘Ray’ Stantz
1 Birthday is October 13th, 1959
2 Has an older brother named Carl and younger sister Jean (who’s apparently bisexual and polyamorous according to the first movies’ novelization.)
3 Has two nephews and a niece
4 Is 6ft1in
5. Had the most supportive parents of the group, the were never harsh towards him when he did poorly in school and encouraged his hobbies such as reading comic, collecting toys, and playing musical instruments such as the clarinet and bagpipes
6. Loved dinosaurs as a child
7 Was a boy scout
8 This man cannot cook, roll dice, do math or drive to save his life
9 Loves horror movies, game shows, cartoons and baseball
10 He and Winston pull pranks on the others in the firehouse
11 Owns a bookstore
12 Wears reading glasses and contacts
13 Has had two pieces of real-estate left to him by two different uncles
14 Has ancestors from Russia, Scotland and Switzerland
15 Was hired to get rid of Casper and his uncles
16 He knows sign language
17 Owned a sailboat
18 Has multiple degrees in hopes of getting a Nobel Prize
19 is Agnostic
20 Has a birthmark under his chin
Dr Egon Spengler
1 Birthday is November 21st, 1957
2 Nickname is Spookums
3 Has a daughter named Callie
4 Has a grandson,Trevor, and a granddaughter, Phoebe
5 Has a twin brother named Elon
6 Has a niece
7 Probably has the worst parents of the group. They wouldn't talk to him for a week after he received an A- on a test, was taught to repress his emotions and even threw away his drawings of Socrates.
8 Is fluent in Sumerian, Sign Language, Russian, Japanese and Troll
9 Has some medical training- Mostly in first aid
10 Can make balloon animals
11 Gets nose bleeds when underground
12 He and Ray were kicked out of college for trying to reanimate the dead (most likely a reference to Reanimator)
13 Isn’t big on surprises
14 Has spare glasses in Janine’s desk
15 Is not fond of the ‘book bat’ phenomena
16 As a teenager he listens to Shakespear rap
17 He once switched bodies with Slimer
18 Considers fungus collecting a vacation
19 Named one of his computers Marsha
20 Almost always wears an old-fashioned nightshirt and cap when sleeping
Dr Peter Venkman
1 Birthday is October 25th, 1954
2 Dad’s name is Jim Venkman and he’s a conman
3 His mother had passed away
4 Is a bit Irish, German, French and Dutch
5 Eats peanut butter and onion sandwiches
6 Hates it when people mess with his hair
7 Loves old movies (mainly Westerns)
8 Played college football
9 Loves baseball, football, ping pong, fishing and hockey
10 Loves trains and train models
11 Plays chess with Winston
12 Hates Roller coasters
13 Carries around a nail file to pick locks with
14 Is bad at spelling and math
15 Attended Woodstock
16 Has a stash of snacks hidden under his pillow
17 Use to have his own show
18 The team had to play for his soul in a game of baseball
19 was turned into a rat by accident
20 Was sad that Bill Murray played him and not Robert Redford
#who you gonna call#ghostbusters!#egon spengler#winston zeddemore#peter venkman#ray stantz#the real ghostbusters#Ghostbusters 2#i aint afraid of no ghost
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what are your best f1 fic recs
okay okay, I've done a bunch of fic recs before so I deff recommend looking at them first
BUT here's basically my like 10 fav fics of all time that ive reread or litteraly obsessed about. the ones in red are the ones that I like, see as my personal canon yk.
okay I just finished putting them all in n it might b a few more then 10 but still. yk, okay.
some things you choose by trailsofpaper
(sewis, 5+1 things, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending)
pleaser by alltimecharlo
(martian, sugar daddy au, porn with plot, college student seb)
You Don't Remember Me by FormulaFerrari
(webbonso, amnesia au, angst)
all the while you were stood here waiting by likelylarks
(maxiel, mutual pining, getting together, oranges)
it's lights out and away we go by lewisshamilton
(lando/charles, stripper au, angst, slow burn)
can't stand the heat by toastandvegemite
(dewis, omegaverse, just good, very good dynamic)
License to pretend by Sonnenscheintraum
(nicky/mick, spy au, mutual pining, fake/pretend relationship)
the alps by grandprix
(yukierre, pining, hurt/comfort, getting together)
seasons (waiting on you) by empireoffclouds
(sewis, friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, 2008 til 2017)
It's Friday I'm In IKEA by carocoffee
(dantteri, friends to lovers, basically dan has a realization in an ikea)
yeehaw! by hungerpunch
(dantteri, trans dan!, first time, cowboy dan/biker val, porn without plot)
good to you by TheNorthRemembers
(maxiel, friends to lovers, sike kink, miscommunication, messy)
Hard Year / Good Time / Socks Up / Foot Down by bestliars
(sewis, amnesia au, established relationship, angst n comfort)
hoping for you to come make my world new again by misonikomi
(sebchal, soulmates, mutual pining, miscommunication)
The Cloud That Settles by antimonyandthyme
(sewis, friends to lovers, idiots in love, getting together, the monaco fic)
The mountains, the lake and the mist by Jean____Ralphio
(alex/mick, arranged marriage, royal au, moto gp/f1 paddock, slowburn)
lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all by Quagswagging
(mixed ships, regency era, family, courting)
summer sun after the rain by gentleau (iwanna_seeyou_undoit)
(maxiel, kidfic, found family, fluff, retired drivers)
Oh fuck you, darling by individualist (and the whole series)
(toto/christian, married, 4 + 1, secrecy)
Saltwater and Gasoline by Kaytheologie
(charles/bono, porn with feelings, slow burn, praise kink)
how good it feels to be needed by hibivrooms (hibiscuswings)
(carlando, personal chef carlos, friends to lovers, slow burn)
pointless by stuckonspidey
(schulott, exes to lovers, angst, theyre both dumb)
a secret language (i can't speak with anyone else) by Anonymous
(schulott, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, callum learns german)
Misalignment by Azzy
(sewis, jealousy, lewis comes out n sebs confused abt it personally)
it doesn't come that easy anyway by greeneyeddisaster
(sebson, college au, slown burn, pining)
#this is me being VERY cirital of the ones I choose btw like these are fics that are like perfect imo that were completely satisfying#these are like the best out of my 140 bookmarks#kyle.answers#fic recs#I genuinly ran through all 141 of my bookmarks to make this yall better appreciate it it took me like 30 fucking minutes#rpf#fic.stuff
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Hallo!!
Question if you have a moment - how would the mercs react in moments of road rage?
Also, I love your blog! I continuously look forward to your postings. Thank you for sharing your talents!
Scout: he doesn’t have a driver’s license.. but he still drives. he typically just steals someone else’s vehicle when he wants to go somewhere which has led to a lot of the team hiding their keys. he yells at the other drivers mostly, sometimes in Italian. and if he’s really getting into it, hand gestures may be included
Soldier: he’ll remind everyone the vehicle he’s driving has a horn. for everything. it may be followed up with a loud comment and more beeping of the horn
Pyro: they don’t get road rage at all. they also can’t drive. no one knows if it’s by choice or because there’s a reason why they can’t, but they’re always so polite about it that no one minds driving them around
Demoman: he can’t drive because of his depth perception, but that doesn’t stop him from getting angry as the passenger. if it’s someone who doesn’t get angry while driving, he’ll be angry for them. he doesn’t yell, but he’ll sit and talk about how awful of a driver everyone else is compared to whoever he’s riding with
Heavy: he also just simply doesn’t get road rage. the worst he may do is let out a soft, irritated sigh. but beyond that, he doesn’t care enough to get angry. the man has the patience of a saint, it takes a lot for something to start bothering him
Engineer: he claims he doesn’t have road rage, and then will turn around and grumble and gripe about everyone else on the road. he’ll white knuckle the steering wheel and spend the next ten minutes complaining (either to himself or to whoever his passenger is) about shitty drivers
Medic: he has the worst road rage. he’ll stick his head out the window and yell in German at people, cut people off just for irritating him, and just be a general nuisance. out of everyone on the team, he is the worst driver. hence why he’s never allowed to drive anywhere anymore
Sniper: he keeps it all to himself and only rarely will ever yell. he’ll mostly just make comments under his breath or just stare daggers at the backs of people’s head that are in front of him. he only ever really gets road rage when someone else is being a shitty driver
Spy: he is a speed demon, so slow drivers irritate the hell out of him. he, like Sniper, will usually just mutter under his breath mostly in French but sometimes he’ll pick a more aggressive sounding language to use
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 headcanons#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2 heavy#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#sharing one braincell
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My Favourite Quotes from: Niki Lauda Das Dritte Leben
So it's been 4 years since Niki has passed now. Over a year since I became so involved with Niki's life here. It's crazy how short of a time it's been.
It's been a while since I made one of these, but as I have brought two new Niki books recently, I figured I should make this to share. The book is fully in German, which I have had to use google translate on; so there will be grammatical issues in this but for the most part, I'd say this is accurate.
Enjoy
"Only Graham Hill and Chris Amon had private planes, and they were simple propeller mills. It had more to do with sport than luxury or gaining time when they came to the races in Fleger. Once they flew from Spa to London in Graham's Piper Actec, and because I was going the same way, they took me with them. Back then, you didn't travel 20 minutes after crossing the finish line of a race, but on Monday morning. It all started with Graham complaining about a headache that morning from drinking so much at the Grand Prix party. It was raining miserably and the runway was a grass runway. We barely made it over the embankment and darted rather noncommittally into the laundry room over the canal. Hill and Amon constantly argued and yelled at each other. Hill was a captain but only had a visual pilot's license, Amon understood instruments, and I think that's where the trouble came from. I sat in the back and had no idea of anything. Anyway, we ended up in London. I didn't feel like I wanted to be a pilot or have an airplane." - 8
"The impression improved when my cousin of a clear friendly tone took me in his Cessna 150 for a sightseeing flight over the Inn Valley. Everything was nice and smooth and friendly, and flying so easy. The view over both sides of the Alps suggested a direttissima between Salzburg, where I now lived, and Ferrari. I became a student pilot and I loved practicing in Salzburg-Bologna. That's how flying got a meaning." - 8
"Stay in your own house on the edge of the forest. Breakfast with Marlene. Fifteen minutes drive to Salzburg Airport, Kemetinger has already fired up the Golden Eagle, an hour later she sails into Bologna. Sante Ghedini picks me up. Two hours at Ferrari's circuit. Enzo Ferrari himself comes over from his office. We're going to Cavallino for lunch, I can do Polsk at the old man's (unfortunately very important). Another hour of testing. Off to Bologna. At half past five I walk in at Marlene's door, like someone who comes home from the office happily. To imagine that day with a scheduled airliner was impossible to fit in twice a six-hour drive: a horror." - Niki's routine
"A few years earlier I had been a hopelessly incompetent loser in high school, in my apprenticeship as a mechanic and then again at high school, and now I was playing the great analyst of Formula 1. I had a good sensorium in my butt, I could feel it Car lived, also in details." - 10
"I met Marlene in the summer of 1975. She was Curd Jürgens' girlfriend and as such the lady of the house at a party in Salzburg. She has a Spanish mother and an Austrian father, was born in Venezuela and mostly grew up there. She has a lot more Spanish than Austrian character. The name Niki Lauda meant absolutely nothing to her. Marlene was infinitely far away from racing and asked the most hair-raising questions, like a child. A few months later she definitely didn't marry the racing driver in me, she took that with her without realizing what she was getting into. As a racing driver you need naïve optimism ("nothing's going to happen to me anyway"), otherwise you wouldn't be able to get into the car at all, and Marlene was willing to believe in it just as I said she would. She was endlessly carefree, and before she knew she was right in the middle of the horror. I was 27, world champion and on my way to my second title. Before I got into the Ferrari on August 1, 1976 at the Nürburgring, Austrian journalists told me that the Reichsbrücke in Vienna had collapsed a few hours earlier. It was a strange feeling: that the biggest bridge in the city, in the whole country, could simply collapse in a second." - p11
"Frank Gardner in a Cortina Lotus had won. At the podium he put down the wreath and descended with tears in his eyes. He had just been told that Jim Clark had died in Hockenheim. Jim Clark was also my big idol, so that also affected me. What particularly bothered me about it was that it was caused by a technical defect, back then there weren't safety bolts in the rims, and if you had a puncture, the tire could jump off the rim. So Clark simply took a turn on the long straight in Hockenheim and pulled straight into the forest without it being his fault. That kept me busy for a long time." - p16
"First, there were these microscopic slivers of burned face shield (balaclava) that had been transplanted with the fresh skin I had developed an allergy to. He got 70 such things out of me in a three-day ordeal with tweezers, carefully treating everything with peppermint oil. The ears, or what was left of them, were raw flesh and painful beyond belief. Willy called the surgeon, who said: The rest of it will probably rot off as well, then the pain will be gone." Willy marched down to Lake Fuschi and dug up some roots, to which he said things like: That helped the Crusaders. As a result, I was able to sleep for the first time in three days, and for 15 hours, and two weeks later I had skin again over what was left of my ears. Then it happened incredibly quickly, also because I was so eager to return to normal life. I soon started running and strength training, and I noticed the progress every day." - p25
"Hannes was a good conversation partner in my euphoria for the future Lauda Air, which was already going through my head in 1977. He had an idea for the "style" that we wanted to develop, for our self-representation and our self-image. We talked about flying, about upcoming planes and an upcoming airline. No detail was too small for us, no fantasy too big. It "It was just fun to sand the contours of a vision. Hannes sketched a jumbo tail and painted a red L in it. This is what the logo could look like. No type of aircraft was better suited than the jumbo, because of the corresponding slant of the towering tail. However, since there was no company yet, the corporate design of the Lauda Air could initially only be applied to my crash helmet: a double red L, lightly scripted, on a white background." - p31
"In the years that followed, Hannes Rausch accompanied me to almost every Grand Prix. Of course there was also Bertl Wimmer. Bertl lived in my (Salzburg) area, worked as a salesman for motorcycles and mopeds for KTM and, through his enthusiasm for motor sports, came into contact with Walter Wolf and finally mine. Our common interests were motorcycling, flying and all kinds of nonsense, and by about 1975 we were friends. Ideally, I packed a team of four as a Grand Prix accompaniment in the Citation or the Lear Jet: Marlene and Messrs. Willy Dungl, Bert! Wimmer, Hannes Rausch (one for the body, one for the heart and one for the brain", at least according to Hannes' interpretation)." - p31
"I only passed the theory part of the exam on the second attempt in Braunschweig. For the practical part, I needed a long-range flight, so I shipped the flight instructor and examiner to the Lear in New York and then flew on to the US Grand Prix in Long Beach. Bernie Ecclestone was already waiting there, saying he urgently needed to go to Las Vegas. So I flew him there. Before I left, I flipped through the messages that Bernie had brought me from the hotel. I should urgently call Frau Maier, our housekeeper in Salzburg. In the phone box at the airport I was told: "An Buam ham S', an Buam ham S'." Our first child was born: Lukas." -p44-45
"Of course, I also drove a full Formula 1 season. When I came home from the Monaco Grand Prix, our kitchen was slightly damaged. Did the dogs behave like that?" I asked Mariene. "No," she said. I had a tantrum" She had her fit during the TV broadcast from Monaco when she saw Didier Pironi try to pass me at Mirabeau, riding on the back of my Brabham and missing my neck by six inches before slamming into the guardrail . Pironi's maneuver was so bloody stupid that you could get angry about it. But that wasn't why Marlene dismantled the kitchen. She was just so incredibly angry because she once again had to watch what she had been doing since the Nürburgring in 1976 knew exactly: That racing is idiotic. Everyone who takes part is idiots, and I, right in the middle, played a brilliant leading role: Congratulations!" and a kitchen box was due. When I got back into the car six weeks after the fire accident, she didn't stop me because she basically allows everyone every freedom, but she thought I was stupid. She thought the whole racing sport was stupid, our rituals, the rush, the heartlessness, and that you can cripple yourself. Marlene never again had a relaxed relationship with racing. My selfishness was strong enough not to let that deter me. I believed, and I do the same today, that in a partnership, too, the free development of the individual must be out of the question. If there isn't room for it, it's just not the right partnership." -p47-48
"Back then, I actually wore beige lace-up velvet trousers every day that had a burn hole over which Marlene had sewn blue fabric in the shape of a fish. I also wore a beige Niki sweater and the shoes painted by Hannes." - p51
"Gilles Villeneuve died in Zolder on May 8, 1982. I liked him for his charm and naturalness, admired his willingness to surrender unconditionally to sweet madness (which, however, had nothing to do with his death fall). In the last hours of his life I had two typical experiences with him. Thursday night at the hotel: I was about to go to bed and heard the flop-flop-flop-flop of a helicopter gone mad. It was pitch black and a searchlight scanned the area in front of the hotel, trying to sort out pylons and cables. The thing did land, it was Villeneuve's Agusta 109, a nice twin engine with retractable gear, Gilles had an immaculate Clarification: "I flew away from Nice when it was still quite light." The next day, first training, first ride. I happened to come out of box right behind Gilles and saw him in the allerer. flew out of the first curve. When we stood together later, I asked him out of genuine interest why a person would throw themselves out in the very first corner of a training session. He said: "Niki, I can't do it different." There was something in him, that simply does not allow him to drive in a calculating or cautious manner, no matter what the track (at the beginning of a training session, the ideal line is not yet sanded clean, that only becomes apparent after a number of laps) That was the last thing I heard from him heard: "I can't help it." - p61-62
"Now, sitting still on the plane, sadness, worry, anger and the burning uncertainty, of course also self-pity seeped into me: What had I done that I had to be the center of such an oversized disaster? In Kennedy I was finished, physically and mentally. I trotted to the PanAm counter, handed over my ticket. The Man looked at it, looked at me, made two dashes through, gave me the ticket and said Stand By". I hadn't bothered with the ticket before, no- had no idea I was stand by to Washington. When the PanAm man said "stand by", I didn't give a damn for the first time in six days. I thought I did like me Out of. Tilt Then again: I have to go to Washington. But how? should i cry shouldn't I cry? I was remote controlled, but the helmsman was not at the post I turned and walked back into the hall and squatted down. I couldn't do more. As if I had been beaten and can no longer hit back. I stared at the ticket without any realization. I almost passed out, I didn't care, I couldn't take it anymore. I would sit here, just sit there I couldn't sleep either. Except for race fans, no dog in America knows me, but now everything was different. - p139
"I flew from London to Salzburg to see Marlene and the children. Marlene was still completely distraught. The ten days that had passed since the crash hadn't lessened her shock. Lukas also showed concern, only Mathias was quite relaxed, listened to a lot and said he was going to play tennis." - p149 (about the plane crash)
"Lukas then came out with the fact that jokes about it were already circulating at school. For example, if you don't love your wife anymore, then send them with the Lauda Air."" -p150
"Niki Lauda's wife loves the neighbors was the headline in August 1989. With a photo (not of the neighbors on Ibiza, but of me), the report took up half the front page. The lover was not only described ("he is 33, tall, blond, blue-eyed"), but also called by name. It was the partner, now husband, of Marlene's sister Renate and one of our closest friends So they didn't bother with even a minimum of research. Since Renate was pregnant at the time, we were able to win the lawsuit against "Bild", which is otherwise hardly possible in such cases in Germany. By and large, the tabloid writes what it wants." - p240
"When the first journalist somewhere heard that I had an illegitimate child, he confronted me about it. "That's right," I said, but it doesn't help anyone if it's in the newspaper, not the child, not the mother, not the father and his family." right Okay, said the journalist and didn't write a word. Over time, others found out about it, too, and I said to them: 80 Yes, it's true, but anyway, he's known about it for a long time. He doesn't write it because he's helping me with it." They didn't write it either, and at some point quite a lot of people knew about it, at least beyond the narrow circle. None of them developed the ambition to make a particularly nice headline with the private life of Niki Lauda. Until at some point a German writer from wind and put it boldly in his newspaper, then followed short confirmations in the Austrian newspapers, but Christoph was already in kindergarten age. That's how my mother experienced it, for example. In her slightly crumpled Schönbrunner German she said: Niiiki, did that have to be?"- and never a word of it again." - p241-242
"Christoph is a bright fifteen-year-old growing up in Vienna and with whom I have little contact. We see each other about three times a year, so of course no sensible father-son relationship can develop from that. I only have one family, it stays that way, married or divorced, it doesn't matter. I have a bad conscience that it happened," and I can't get rid of it either. The situation presents itself as unsolvable in the sense of a result that could make everyone happy. I don't want to cut myself in half, and I can't see a middle ground that I could reasonably walk. Christoph grew up completely differently than the children under Marlene's and my influence. I feel the difference very strongly, but of course it's okay." -p242
"Marlene is my life person. She has uncanny strength and security, and she rests in the midst of a chaos she beautifully crafts." -p242
"I had lived with a very disciplined young lady for seven years and married Marlene within a few months. I didn't take it that terribly seriously, I just wanted to know what it's like: being married, and Marlene was exactly the kind of person who could understand it well." - p243
"When I confessed the illegitimate child to her, she was hurt but decided that if I wanted that to happen, nothing about our family should change. Of course I wanted. If we did eventually divorce, she demanded, "I'll have the kids, the dogs, the camera." So we continued this weird kind of marriage that we were both comfortable with. A relationship can only be based on how two people understand each other, and we got along well. I remained stubbornly focused on my egocentric life, racing, company, and Marlene accepted that. Normally you can only choose between family and freedom, I could choose as much as I wanted from both. I could lean my head back when I felt like it and when I felt fit I could run away and do whatever I wanted. Everyone knows that I wasn't a saint anyway. But even there it depends on what is ultimately the case remains. It's easy for me because I can decide for myself in this constellation. We do not need to discuss the responsibility for the three. If Marlene pulls the lace and says, what now?, I'm there immediately. Just: She has never pulled the lace. I know exactly the limits. And if the boundaries need to be shifted, then we'll shift them against me too. But since Marlene gives me such freedom, thank God, I also live it. But when push comes to shove, she always wins. Just as we got married, we divorced in 1991. It didn't matter and it didn't change anything. The official in Thalgau asked about the reason for the divorce. ..There isn't one, I want a divorce." "It's impossible without a reason." ..What could be a reason, for example?" ..If someone wasn't at home for six months." I haven't been home for six months." ..Are you sure?" Yes, of couse." "The marriage is divorced." On leaving, Marlene said: "The children, the dogs, the camera." I was flabbergasted. It had worked the way she always said it would. And nothing changed. Of course I took all the steps to protect her, and also signed the house in Salzburg over to her." -p244
"For five years only the very closest circle knew about it. Marlene wanted to spare the children who went to school in Hof near Salzburg the public discussion of our private lives. So we kept quiet" - p244
"Accordingly, it turned out that Lukas had nothing in mind with cars and motorcycles. He just got comfortable with cycling, that was all. I resented how he grew up with no technical spark. I had to do something. When he was about thirteen, I bought him a small motocross bike for his size. He was super excited about it, but for two months he just started the thing up in the garage and went wrrrrmmm, wrrrrmmm. No, he doesn't want to drive, he doesn't want to. One Saturday the whole family was sitting at the Schloßwirt in Anif, it was a wonderful day. I said to Lukas, let's drive home quickly, I'll show you something. On the lawn in front of our house I put him on the front of the motorcycle, sat on the back, grabbed the handlebars, showed him how to use the gas and clutch. But he only stopped in the middle of the handlebars and wasn't willing to move his hand towards the accelerator. So we drove around in the meadow, two on a small bike. It seemed like a solid hour before he finally parted his hands enough to get the gas and clutch. I suddenly jumped off. He roared like crazy, made a slow giant arc, and I had to run alongside. In the end I had to catch him because he couldn't get his feet on the ground properly. Very slowly, in first gear, he trembled through the meadow and scolded me. Anyway, he was on his way. - p246
"The next time I came to Salzburg, Lukas said: So what?" Come down with me. I'm going to go motocross." "Come down." He dressed carefully. Leather outfit, boots, fall home, the whole fuss. I stood there bored and waited for him to shake his way out. He jumped on his motorcycle and sped out of the garage on the back wheel - an image I'll never forget become. I ran to Mathias.,,What's the matter?" The little brother then told me that the day after our first trip, Lukas had gone down to the farm boys on his motorbike, and he had driven with them until he could, becoming more and more ambitious, and in the end totally stupid." - p247
"With Mathias, the result was the same, only the way to get there was much easier. He wouldn't have gotten up on his own, so I put him on the bike, said that's the gas, that's the clutch, he said yes, I know. He drove away, made a detour, came back and drove unsharpened to the garage door. ,,Are you dumb?" "I don't know where the brake is." He was fearless. Full throttle from the first second. And his brother was such a protégé. Anyway, they started riding motocross together" - p247
"If you really aspire to a motocross career, you should start just after walk school. So it was by no means too early when Lukas and Mathias, aged 14 and 12 respectively, asked for decent motocross machines for further training. Marlene had a fit, but I told her to let her go: Motocross is the hardest thing there is. You will never get ahead. There's no money to be made, the sport is just exhausting, dusty and dirty, they'll soon stop doing it." Marlene accepted and I bought the boys two 125 Hondas. They drive it really well and there is no longer any difference between the two. They are equally wild and equally good. I hope that it doesn't turn into a motocross career, and that suggests that they're jumping around like crazy out of sheer jokes and frolics. But they lack the seriousness of cardio, running and weight training every day, so I believe I think the racing bacillus will eventually suffocate in the eternal dust of motocross. Marlene has now fully embraced the kids' hobby, drives the machines back and forth, checks in between Barcelona and Ibiza." - p248
"My mother survived him by eighteen years. I didn't see her very often either, but there was always a bond and affection, maybe there was also a hidden longing for the family that had been lost so to speak. Her last days were moving. She had cancer, only wanted therapy up to a point, and then no more. Brother Florian and I took turns at her bedside for the last week and never left her alone. They were important days for me and for this last remnant of family. I think after all our mother understood that she had sons who loved her. Now only Florian is left. We had always had little contact, but after the death of our mother we became closer again. He lives his life completely differently from me, hasn't done anything in all his 46 years that I would call work, but that's by no means criticism, on the contrary, I admire him for it. He studied but didn't finish, did this and that, was always happy, and because of them Family circumstances he could also afford it." - p250
"I never had a problem with my appearance after the accident. problem That's what I look like, that's it. I therefore only had the medical technically necessary operations on the eyes and ears chen, but no plastic surgery. James Hunt, my 1976 World Cup rival, said the accident was the best thing that could have happened to me: "You finally have a face to look at." - p253
"In the meantime, an Austrian brewery had expressed interest in providing me with a Gösser"-Kapperl, green of course. Practical and unsentimental as I am, I thought five million schillings is a lot of money these days, so why shouldn't I have one green Kappl marching around?” I really didn't have any major concerns and made a preliminary contract. Then I showed up at the company with the green Kapperl on a trial basis. The employees were stunned. They thought I wasn't quite tight anymore. Lauda can't wear a green cap, he can't have any other cap but this red thing, and the fact that it says Parmalat isn't an advertising message, it just happens to be written on Lauda's cap. Of course, I have so much respect for symbols and the opinions of the employees that I allow myself to be taught. So I canceled the Gösser lecture with difficulty, wept briefly and violently over the beautiful coal and politely put the red cap back on. It will probably stay that way, I think." P254
"I had just come back from Miami, with the flu, overworked, overtired, came to the Viennese apartment next to the Hotel Sacher and suffered a heart attack. I fell to the ground, unable to move. With the utmost effort, I crawled to the phone, but who should I call? Emergency call, ambulance? It was the time of my worst argument with the AUA, and even in my fear of death I couldn't give them the triumph that the red Kappl was being carried out of the Sacher-Haus on a stretcher. So Willy Dungl, but he wasn't there. I asked for a call back, extremely urgent. Meanwhile, still on the ground, I scribbled notes for Marlene, account numbers and so on, farewell. After hours I think Dungl finally called. I'm having a heart attack, I said, please take me to the hospital discreetly. Willy and his wife picked me up, took me out of the house and straight to the general hospital, where on the Cardiac station everything was already prepared. First check: everything ok. healthy heart, as in the last pilot examination. Infinite relief, however wrong with unchanged Pains. So it could only be a misaligned vertebra, a pinched nerve, which is Dungl's specialty anyway (actually it was the fifth thoracic vertebra, I think). I'll take you straight to Gars, where I can treat you properly," said Dungl. I was dragged to Willy's car in the hospital yard. It came to me like a rocket from the subconscious Remembering Willy Dungl's car skills. ..Who's driving?" I asked, suddenly wide awake. I'll drive," said Dungl. I whimpered, "Let me drive, Willy."- p272-3
"The greatest driver personality over my 25-year span has been Ayrton Senna. The strongest, the best, innovative, extremely sensitive as a driver and as a person. He dealt with racing perfectly and with unbelievable intensity. He had everything under control and was creative in all his ideas. He was warm-hearted and friendly and inspired me as a person, although his religiosity was completely alien to me" - p291
"At the time of the 1993 Spanish Grand Prix, I tried to lure him to Ferrari. I met him in his Barcelona hotel room and told him how great it was to immerse himself in the Ferrari myth. But he didn't give a damn about myth and said he was only interested in a car that he could win races in. We didn't even get to talk about money, and in the end he probably drove for Williams almost free of charge in 1994 because he basically had to buy Prost out." - p292
Hope you enjoyed the read! When I finish the next book I'll try to get it out. Also tagging @f1yogurt
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tagged by @citrusuprising :3
1. Are you named after anyone?
Kind of but also kind of not... For kind of, there is a fictional character I like that also has this name but when considering it it was more of a bonus than the motivation? However middle name extremely yes (also after a fictional character) and its Not subtle
2. When was the last time you cried?
I got a bit dampeyed yesterday because the cat in the genshin quest reminded me of max
3. Do you have kids?
no!
4. What sport do you play/have played?
i used to be incredibly deeply mediocre on the swim team, and then i later used to be goodish but still mediocre at roller derby
5. Do you use sarcasm?
noooot well but yes
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
i dont know... probably height? (i am often trying to avoid (eye)contact and getting in the way so height is the clearest from the fuzzy peripheral vision,)
7. What's your eye color?
brown :3 this is good bc the drivers license says bro thumbs up emoji
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings....
9. Any talents?
ummmmmm roller skating i guess?
10. Where were you born?
oregon :>
11. What are your hobbies?
mostly video games i suppose... sometimes i will make spreadsheets about the game as a break
12. Do you have any pets?
not with me...
13. How tall are you?
not much
14. Favorite subject in school?
in high school it was physics (i had a good physics teacher) or german (same case + added stability) or jewelry (fire)(teacher also pretty good but most of the appeal was fire). college favorite is probably chemistry
15. Dream job?
I think my dream job would be minecraft. I don't think thats a job, though, and I don't think I'd like being in the mcyt culture enough for it to be a Dream job that way so. in college for something else
umm i dont know who is okay with getting tagged so idk who to tag
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Designated drivers in the Morton’s hope modern au ✨
Lackland - half the time isn’t even out with them and gets called at 3 am, also drinks less generally because he hates being hungover.
Bertha - the ‘oh shit we forgot we needed a designated driver’ driver, she’s already had two drinks but tbh by the time they’re headed home she’ll be good. (do not try this at home)
Judith - very good at remembering she’s the designated driver, but hates being it, will show up early and have a few drinks just to avoid it.
Morton - Does good for an hour or so then gets peer pressured by Otto into drinking, doesn’t have a German drivers license either so if they got pulled over he’d be fucked.
Rabenmark - He started pregaming two hours before they went out, he’s 3 light beers and two vodka shots in already. Do not let him drive.
Toggenburg - flunked its drivers test multiple times I trust drunk Bertha to get them home safely more than I do a completely sober Hermann
#Santerre lackland#Bertha Von Wallenstein#Judith Potiphar#Uncas Morton#Otto Von Rabenmark#Trump Von Toggenburg#morton’s hope#motley crew#tw: alcohol
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100 Things I Want To Do Before I Die
Inspired by Zom 100
Do ballet
Perform the lac des signes
Get married
Drive an F1 car
Drive a motorcycle
Go to an F1 Grand Prix
Go to a Formula E GP
Climb a mountain
Release Music
Be the lead in a movie
Go on a Safari
See the Norwegian fjords
Go to Monaco
See the Northern Lights
Read the Whole Bible
Get my Master’s Degree
Have a 4.0 GPA
Draw a self-portrait
Paint a mural
See every Caravaggio paintings irl
See every Monet paintings irl
See every Goya Art piece irl
See every Basquiat paintings irl
Sculpt something
Plant a tree
Give a speech
Create a clothing brand
Do pottery
Work at a farm
Swim in the ocean
Hold a Spider
Perform a play
Go scuba diving
Go skiing
Get fluent in German
Get fluent in Mandarin
Get fluent in Italian
Get fluent in Korean
Eat at every Michelin 3 star restaurants in Paris
Get a cat
See a show on Broadway
Tour Tuscany alone
Get a bellybutton piercing
Make a vlog
Play a Tennis match against Serena Williams
Go see a ballet
Go see an Opera
Finish One Piece (or get up to date)
Interview Lewis Hamilton
Try out MMA
Get my driver's license
Learn how to ollie
Go whale watching in Iceland
Get a facial
Get laser
Go to Busan
Go Snorkling
Get to 58 kg
Have abs
Play golf
Stay in a luxury hotel
Stay the night in a castle
Go to Scotland
Travel with my bestie
Get a car
Do a concert
Do a 24h fast
Finish a giant(ish) lego
Read all of the books in my library
Make notes on every book in my library
Go on a road trip with friends
Go to the 24 Hours of Le Mans
Go to a moto GP
Visit Japan
Go to Transilvania
Go to Ibiza
Visit Australia
Go to Venice
Visit the Forbidden City in Beijing
Interview Daniel Ricciardo
Glow Up
See the Kilimanjaro
Go to Cusco, Peru
Donate Blood
Go skydiving
Go to New York City alone
Get a camera
Get an instant film camera
Go on a blind date
Make a music video
Win an escape game
Complete a triathlon
Visit the Admont Abbey Library
Model
Take pretty ID pictures
Learn how to do the splits
Visit Switzerland
Get rid of my acne
Move out
Become financially independent
#川o･-･)ﾉ#bucketlist#girlblogging#dream girl#f1#zom 100: zombie ni naru made ni shitai 100 no koto#zom 100: bucket list of the dead
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ㅤ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ☆ㅤ۫ㅤㅤ۪ — 한빈 2004 libra ᴇꜱꜰᴘ south korean
hi, i’m bo ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ and introduce to you min hanbin! hanie has a profile to check out, more scribbles about him below, pin board, bts content on twt @_baebo! & i do have a discord, but lets chat first.
hanbin is very shy during first encounters.
his favorite movie is 'in the mood for love.'
he was popular in high school, girls had him as their ideal type.
his favorite artists are dean, dosii, sza, youra.
he's had four dogs growing up (german shepherd, [standard] poodle, cocker spaniel), and currently owns an italian greyhound, south.
he talks in his sleep.
but a total night owl!
very gen z, likes to take pictures and videos a lot, always has his phone out.
eats and drinks very clean, water-only vibes, so he's very picky.
acts cute/dimple effect to get what he wants.
he doesn't have an excellent skill to fall on but likes to think he has a natural groove despite not being naturally talented. his body is also very lean and athletic, which helps dancing-wise.
likes to swim in his downtime.
actually loves being a trainee and always has a grin on full display.
✆ wishlist!
a little rowdyruff crowd, 'cause he's a little ditzy sometimes.
whenever his favorite (pop) artists release music, he's ready to press record and try out the dance challenges with a close buddy.
dear lord, he's injured during practice and like a wounded bird that needs to be babied or his whining and crying only worsens; please help him?
he's... never been to a social scene outside a preppy, high school party, but he needs a nudge to go to a concert or something.
anybody take the metro? he doesn't have a driver's license.......
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Get to know me tag game
I was tagged by @sflow-er , actually started answering a few days ago but run out of time. So now I have some time to kill, so let's try another time.
Do you make your bed?
Yes, it is an attempt I am actually allowed to call myself a functioning adult 😂.
What's your favourite number?
I don't have one, but my parents love the number 9, so I basically decided this is a family tradition now.
What is your job?
Nope, for one my job is actually not that easy to explain, even in person. Second, I don't share personal information on my public Tumblr account. My two Tumblr friends (you know who you are) can ask me though, in case they are interested.
If you could go back to school, would you?
Fun fact, ppl always assume I was an amazing student. I was not... sadly I am lazy AF, surprised I actually have a Master degree and I always hated studying. I am very much a learning -by-doing person.
Can you parallel park?
I mean, I have a driver license, so at one point I could 😝. Serious answer, I sold my car a couple of years ago, so I very rarely drive a car. Ask me again in September, as I have a road trip ahead of me then.
A job you had that would surprise people?
Mmh, nothing really comes to mind tbh. In terms of work I don't think I did anything particularly exciting.
Do you think aliens are real?
Are we alone in the universe? No, absolutely not. However what kind of life exists and how advanced they are, that is a totally different conversation. I don't believe we are getting visited or abducted.
What's your guilty pleasure?
If it brings me joy, I don't define it as a guilty pleasure, as long as it doesn't interfere with life, friends or family. Maybe I am abusing way too much time at work to write comments for my fav fics or writing novels back to friends.
Tattoos?
No, because I know myself and I will get tired of anything I could get. But I understand why ppl love them because there are some very cool and amazing tattoos (but also gotta say, I find most tattoos very underwhelming or even ugly and I am surprised why ppl get them in the first.place. But those opinions I always, always keep to myself).
Favourite colour?
Blue was always my colour since I was a little girl and it also looks best on me. I love green and altrosa too though.
Favourite type of music?
I suck when it comes to music. I always listen to some random Spotify lists and generally have no idea what is happening in the world of music or particularly care.
Do you like puzzles?
I don't remember the last time I did one... guess that is answer enough.
Any phobias?
I HATE needles. I needed to get a lot of vaccinations last year, I survived, but it really was not my favorite past time. At least the employees at the doctor all complimented me for still being mature enough to take my health seriously 😂.
Favourite childhood sport?
I was the WORST cheerleader in existence, but I loved it 🤷🏼♀️.
Do you talk to yourself?
Lol, i am a very chatty person (IF I like you. ironically I can also be very quiet), of course I talk to myself.
What movies do you adore?
Edit: Can you drive a manual car?
The Lord of the Rings trilogy has such a special place in my heart and they better never remake it.
Coffee or tea?
Both, at home and work it is coffee. when I am visiting my parents, I am always drinking tea. but I like both a lot.
What was the first thing you wanted to be growing up?
Lol, a FARMER. The idea is from beginning to end HILARIOUS.
Edit: Can you drive a manual car?
I am German, it is in my DNA 😂. ask me driving the first time an automatic car though. Now that was an experience.
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