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beccanoodles · 3 years

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STIFF

From: With Love, From Bebop on AO3 [Now Updated!]

The room grew stiff, nobody moved.

Jet stood, tense and slow, just like the words that followed.

“Alright. Nobody panics, nobody moves.”

“You can’t let him do it Jet,” Faye whispered.

Jet placed his fingers over his lips, “shh…”

He moved a little, the culprit stepped back with a whine as well.

“Shit.” Spike muttered under his breath. His eyes were solid with intense focus. Edward almost failed to hold back a cry.

Jet held up his fingers, “okay,” he mouthed, three…two….”ONE!”

The man practically leaped for him, but Ein was too quick. His tiny legs carried him up to the top of the stairs, their single, hard earned, juicy steak in snout.

In the chaotic chase, Jet knocked over a soda can, which landed on Faye and caused its own loud commotion. Spike and Edward watched in horror as Ein stood triumphantly at the top of the metal stairs.

In an instant, it was all gone.

Jet deflated with defeat as Faye moaned in the background about her sticky legs.

“Well. Looks like it’s just bell peppers again my friends.”

Edward curled into a ball and wallowed, she really wanted to try the meat she had heard so much about.

Spike appeared as if he was holding in a hiccup.

“You alright there Spike-o?” Jet asked, somewhat weary.

Spike’s fist met hard against the table; a physical jolt pulsed sharply through everyone.

“DAMN IT EIN!”

Ein responded with a happy bark before he trotted away into the depths of the Bebop’s metal belly.

#cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop fanfiction #jet black #ein #spike spiegel #faye valentine #edward wong hau pepelu tivrusky iv #the prompt fic from Feb i never finished...lol #DAMN IT EIN THE BEEF

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your-disobedient-servant · 3 years

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of cherries, marble, and kingly priorities

One of my favourites from the correspondence between Frederick and his boyfriend valet Fredersdorf is the one mentioning some outrageously expensive cherries. Just how expensive? Well...

(Source I’m using is the correspondence book. The rest under the cut as a courtesy because I got a little carried away with going on about 18th c Prussian food prices and translating the follow-up as well. It got long.)

175. DER KÖNIG AN FREDERSDORF

Ich habe gestern Weißzeug gekriegt; da mache ich nur die gewöhnlichen Präsente [Geschenke davon]. Du wirst schmälen, ich glaube, daß gestern für hundert-achtzig Thaler Kirschen gegessen worden; ich werde mir eine liederliche Reputation machen.

Es freut mich recht sehr, daß es mit Dihr gut gehet; und hoffe ich nun, daß es von Dauer sein wird.

Man saget in Berlin, die Astrua wäre wieder rappelköpisch; sie hat aber ihren Accord [Vertrag] und den muß sie einmal halten. Gott bewahre!

Frch.

Die Opern-Leute sind solche Canaillen-Bagage, daß ich sie tausendmal müde bin.

Rough translation:

175. THE KING TO FREDERSDORF

I received the white stuff yesterday; I make only the usual presents of it. You will scoff, I suppose, that yesterday, 180 thalers worth of cherries got eaten; I will develop a dissolute reputation.

I am very glad indeed that you are well; and can only hope it will last.

It is said in Berlin, that Astrua has gone mad again; but she has her contract and she has to abide by it for once. Godspeed!

Frch.

The opera people are such rabble that I am a thousand times tired of them.

(White stuff meaning canvas and Astrua meaning the primadonna.)

If you wonder just how much 180 thaler is, in an earlier part of the correspondence book, it says that 1 thaler = 24 groschen and 1 groschen = 12 pfenningen and lists some prices of common food items. A pound of beef or mutton cost 1g. 6p., veal 1g. 9p., ham, suet, and butter cost 3g., bacon cost 3g. 6p., a dozen eggs cost 2g., lemons were 1g. a piece, almonds 4g.6p. a pound, and cane sugar 4g.9p.

So, to do the math, for 180 thaler, the same price Fritz paid for an unknown but definitely too expensive quantity of early cherries, one could get 4320 lemons or 25920 eggs. Damn.

There is only part of the follow-up letter (176.) by Fredersdorf to the king published for some reason, after paraphrasing that Fredersdorf said that he found a cheaper offer for marble and urging the king to simply overturn the previous contract and talked about the singer Loria who had been wanting to leave, it cites:

Ew. Königl Maj. seindt nicht Liederlich, dieses dient zu Ew. Königl. Maj. Kost-Bahren [kostbarer] Gesundheit.

Or, to translate:

Yr. Roy Maj. is not dissolute, this only serves Yr. Roy. Maj. precious health.

Reassuring him about the cherries. Nice. (Though what can you even say to the king in Fredersdorf’s position? Yes you got ripped off you idiot? I don’t think so...)

Then there is another apparent omission, followed by citing the conclusion to his letter, which is (as usual for the vast majority of their correspondence) talking about his shit health:

10. April 1754

. . . Mit mihr gehet es recht gut; und ob mir gleich die Füße wie Butter-Fässer sein, so hoffe [ich], wie auch [Dr.] Cothenius saget, daß es ein Nach-Laß von der langen Krankheit is, welches Nichts zu sagen hatt. ich bin gantz vergnügt und ruhig; und warte Nur Auf den May, ausgehen zu Konen, um Meine demüthige Danksagung Ew. K. Maj. zu machen. Unser Her-Gott Vergelt Ew. K. Maj. alle Wohlthaten, so Sie mir er-Zeigt, und [daß Sie mir] Mein lehben er-halten haben!

ich Ersterbe

Ewr. Königl. Majesté Untherthänigster treuer Knecht Fredersdorf

P. d 10 April 1754, den tag von der Molvitzer Battallé [Schlacht bei Mollwitz am 10. April 1741, Friedrich’s erster Sieg]

Which would translate as:

April 10 1754

. . . I am doing very well and even though my feet are currently like butter churns, I hope that, as [Dr.] Cothenius says, it is a consequence of the long illness that means nothing. i am completely happy and calm; and only waiting for May to come, to give my humble thanks to Yr. R. Maj. Our Lord God repay Yr. R. Maj. all the favours You showed me and with which You preserved my life.

i shall die as

Yr. Roy. Majesty’s Most obediently devoted servant Fredersdorf

P.S. April 10 1754, the day of the Mollwitz battle [Frederick’s first victory]

I have to say I really love the contrast between Fritz’s simple “godspeed, Frch” and Fredersdorf’s ✨dramatically extra✨ formal sign-off, a constant in most of the preserved letters.

The king also wrote a marginal note to Fredersdorf’s letter:

was ich vohr 3 tahler haben Kan [nämlich den Marmor], werde ich nicht mit 6 betzahlen, also lasse nuhr einen anderen accord [Vertrag] gleich machen.

Wann Madam Loria den abscheit [Abschied] haben wil, So stehet es ihr frei; und Mus man nuhr richtigkeit mit Ihr machen. Wohr [Falls] Was über bleibet von unßere Schuldt, So mus Man Tropen [Drop] seine 8000 Thaler damit Completieren [auffüllen]. im übrigens freüe ich mihr über deine gesundtheit; und mit die Fühse wollen wier Wohl fertig werden!

Fch

...but his German is doing me in, so to summarize rather than translate, if he can have the marble for 3t. he won’t pay 6t. (so, save on marble, indulge in cherries. Fritz logic.), Loria is free to leave if she wishes, then something about how if there’s anything left over of their debt they should use it to pay the goldmaker/alchemist (not too sure of that bit), ending with how glad he is Fredersdorf is doing well.

This whole letter exchange is fairly typical of...honestly all of their published correspondence I saw so far, part business, part Fritz’s worries over Fredersdorf’s eternally shit health (he only trusted his own doctor to take care of him!).

Anyway, I forget what the point of the post was anymore, but if you made it to the end, I hope you enjoyed!

#this is basically a long digression #without much point to it at all #aka what happens when a history nerd lets themself go off #i hope my math and my translations are correct #bless his cherry loving ass #i also couldn't get the horribleness of Fritz's spelling across #Frederick the Great #Fredersdorf #my translation #long post

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stuttgarterburger · 6 years

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theothershreya · 4 years

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I’ll be damned, Cupid’s demanding back his arrow. . “Was für eine Verschwendung” sagte er. . This is one of those posts where I attempt to write metaphors about certain people in the hopes that they one day come across this and trace it back to me; giving details only when necessary, but at the same time being just vague enough that a lot of people assume it’s about them , kinda like a modern pop star. I have, for a long time, believed in vomiting out my feelings for people. Being an avid follower of the “No Ragrets” movement, it is only natural that I should choose an Oopsie over a What If. I don’t seem to be learning any lessons here, though. Maybe there will come a time when I realize that not everyone likes to clean up messes. And that vomiting is only desirable when you’re not doing it on someone’s shoes at a red carpet event.

But Shreya - you ask, slightly miffed that you have to read through repetitions of the same thought which could’ve been avoided with two clear statements - why don’t you tell us about why this art you made is connected to what you’re attempting to clarify?

Inside Shreya’s Brain:

Cupid regrets shooting me with his arrow, having wasted time, energy and a perfectly good arrow on a 20 year old barely in charge of her bearings, changing her mind at the speed of a couple burning out of their love. (I’m working on the analogy).

Having realized what he has just done, he cannot help but weep. Maybe he also had a frustrating day detangling the Paparazzi away from his hair. And the fans. Oh god, not the fans. It’s not even Valentine’s day yet.

The demand is high, Cupid, gots to keep up the morale and not disappoint the mortals. Can’t risk Love having a bad name, it’s the only thing they have going on for them.

I’m not a big fan, Cupid. But you knew that. I’ve been cynical about your presence for four years now, still scathing from the time when you attacked me at my most confused. Now that you’ve left me tongue-tied, but not defeated, furiously typing cuss words to my friends in need, telling them I messed up big time, I cannot help but sympathize for you.

You and I both know that arrow was much better deserved on someone else, someone who was ready to fall hopelessly in a rut of mediocrity with a person they could temporarily put on a pedestal. Striking me with it is not going to win you anything. But you tried. We both knew the spell would wear off too soon and I will end up taking my hands off of the intended recipient’s eyes too soon, much too soon for them to process with a clear head, sending them either in a shock or an awkward limbo, but both awkward enough to let them never look at me in the eyes again. For better or worse.

I know the indecisiveness gets your throat. If I weren’t ready, why would I look wistfully at slow dancing people in the movies, make playlists for very niche situations, and learn the language of flowers? Seems a little counterproductive, doesn’t it?

That’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.

For every sigh I exhale learning how to waltz, there’s are at least two people in love I roll my eyes at. I like to call this practice, maintaining the balance. Look, Cupid, I’m a regular mortal. I enjoy having Ed Sheeran on the radio just as much as anyone else. Maybe a little more than my father, whose general distaste for Western music really shines through when travelling in the car.

I’m sorry if you were rooting for me. It’s cute how you never give up, though. I admire your perseverance. We’re not that different, you and I. I don’t think there’s any point carrying beef with me, though. We could be a team, we could be heroes. We could be something, which is more than what I can say about my potential love interests and I.

Join the cynical side, start caring less about your job and only meet the hours, working for someone else. Your life is not your own, welcome to the club. Maybe find someone who brings a spark momentarily, and get used to them for a brief period of time. Grow them out like a pair of great jeans you should’ve exercised for, but life and procrastination just got the better of you, and attach your whole sense of purpose to a habit that may or may not be good for you.

Sounds like the perfect weekend plan, if you ask me.

Cupid has a heart He bears expectations I read in the papers His alleged conversations, And words by his haters

Repeat after me, mistakes are memories and memories bring back memories bring back you.

#edits #is this art #does cupid have a heart #hearts #cupid #cherub #fuck it i did a stupid thing #expectations #im good #i tried being a writer #watermelon sugar #ed sheeran #signs #walking on a string

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treasure-trove-of-my-writing · 7 years

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The Weight You Carry

By Kaitlin Meaney

(originally written September 2017 in Absynthe Magazine January 2017 issue)

It’s a new year and it’s time for a fresh start (boy do we need it). With this in mind, I’m going to take this opportunity to go back to basics with a classic retro anime. This month I am going to tell you about my thoughts revisiting Cowboy Bebop!

Cowboy Bebop, is undeniably a classic. This show is going to have such an impact on you that you’re not going to forget it whether you like it or not.

I saw it about two years ago and it’s still resonated. I watched the dub and this cast is very stellar for an English dub of an anime. I used to be really into dubs but have recently converted to the original Japanese with subtitles, and this dub is one of my faves. As research for this article I took the liberty to watch the subbed version and the original voice actors are stellar as well. No one can replace Steve Blum (Final Fantasy: Advent Children and many more) as Spike for me, his voice is too perfect.

The series was directed by Shinichirō Watanabe, a very well known name in Japanese animation, who intended to produce a new genre of anime with this show and damn did he do that. Cowboy Bebop puts together a space western with 40’s Noire and jazz music as the main score, with variations based on the theme of the episode. This might sound like a weird concept but in this show it works. The reason this works is in the artistic relationship between Watanabe and the music composer for the series, Yoko Konno. Watanabe would get inspired from Konno’s music when writing scenes for the anime and in turn she would become inspired by his writing to compose music for that particular scene. There’s so much love put into this show and it really shows.

I will get back to the music in a little bit, but now it’s time for plot and characters. The plot of this show mainly centers around bounty hunters Spike Spiegel and Jet Black who are very much broke, as I’m sure most of us can relate. They go from job to job looking to earn enough money to feed themselves. Along the way they pick up A hustler with a debt by the name of Faye Valentine, a 13 year old hacker who talks about herself in the third person named Edward, (she’s pretty adorable) and an intelligent Welsh corgi they call Ein (I totally watched this show for more than the corgi but she was a huge bonus). They all of course get their own respective episodes that introduce their characters to the show and how they end up joining this rag tag group.

The first episode establishes the relationship between Spike and Jet as it has been up until this point giving us a glimpse into what their daily lives have been. This sets the scene for life on the Bebop spacecraft. It begins with Jet and Spike on the ship. Spike is working out and Jet is preparing their meal or bell peppers and beef. When Jet calls him in to eat Spike finds that there is in fact no beef in the bell peppers and beef because they can’t afford beef. The overall plot of the episode is a pretty typical tragic sob story. It’s not something we haven’t seen before but the interesting thing is that opening scene with Spike and Jet. It then ends with them doing the same thing but having had the tragic story happen. They go through their routine and however impactful the events were for them (especially Spike), they must go about their lives as they usually would. I love this because it reminds us of how when life is bad it’s a lot easier to move on instead of dwelling on it

The character development for each of these characters is unfinished, you never get to see the full backstory of any character even, in Jet’s case where multiple episodes are dedicated to little tidbits of his past. With Spike on the other hand, his backstory is masked in mystery and we never get the whole story. That, I think is what makes his character the most interesting; that you know next to nothing about him. What you do find out is little tidbits that are scattered around the episodes. Even those meant to center around his back story are just vague enough for there not to be a full explanation. Spike spends most of the show betting on which particular job might be his last; whether he make it out alive. In one episode in particular, Pierrot le Fou, he goes after the character of Le Fou without even needing to. The bounty was on someone Le Fou killed and there is nothing on his head, but Spike confronts him anyway gambling with his life. But then he’s so nonchalant about it which makes it kind of depressing as well.

I always found Spike as a nod or tribute to Bruce Lee. Not in the way his character is written but in his fight scenes. I’ve never seen any Bruce Lee films but just something about him gave me that vibe. When/ if you watch it you might see it too but it might just be my weird interpretation.

Going back to music; all the music in this show is incredible. Mostly due to what I mentioned earlier about Watanabe and Konno. Most of the episodes have either upbeat jazz for action scenes or smooth jazz for mellow moments. Every episode is called a “session” which shows how much each episode is centered around its music. For example episodes like Heavy Metal Queen, Ballad of Fallen Angels and Cowboy Funk all have distinctive music to their respective episodes. Heavy Metal Queen uses heavy metal in the soundtrack, Ballad of Fallen Angels has music that plays like a ballad and Cowboy Funk has old style western music. I really love how they’ve done that, especially in Heavy Metal Queen because heavy metal wouldn’t fit into the series anywhere else and it is a great way to change it up. Though I would have been okay if Jazz was the only music used but it was something else that kept me interested.

As I said, this show will stay with you. I know it’s stayed with me for about two years and I would watch it again and again just to see that awesome animation and interesting characters go about their lives. Along with Hunter x Hunter in my first article, I highly recommend this series to anyone looking for a dramatic good time.

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #faye valentine #jet black #space jazz #anime review #anime

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punchnazisandeatbrandychocolates · 7 years

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Instant soup totalitarianism

The kangaroo invited me to dinner for 9pm. Maybe it wants to make up for plundering my fridge, maybe it hopes for a badge for an exemplary socialist house community. When I come through the door at 9:05 the kangaroo already started eating.

“You´re late”, it says with its mouth full.

“I like everything except fish”, I´d said when it invited me.

It made fish fingers.

“I don´t eat fish”, I say.

“You can eat this”, says the kangaroo. “It´s chicken anyways.”

“What?”, I ask.

“It´s all chicken”, says the kangaroo. “Fishmac, pork schnitzel, beef goulash: everything is chicken.”

“Everything is chicken?”, I ask.

“Yes, except chicken nuggets”, says the kangaroo.

“Chicken nuggets?”

I really have to stop always just stupidly repeating the last words of the kangaroo.

“Chicken nuggets are breaded tofu”, says the kangaroo.

“Breaded tofu?”, I ask. Damn it.

“Now sit down and eat your poultry, boy”, says the kangaroo.

“Who´d you vote for?” I ask while we eat. There´s just been an election for something.

“I didn´t vote”, says the kangaroo.

“Not allowed?”, I ask.

“Not allowed and don´t want to”, says the kangaroo.

“You don´t want to?”, I ask.

“Yes. Because this isn´t even an election”, says the kangaroo. “You see, this is only a democracy mirage, a voting sham, a national domination fata morgana. In short: just the “Schein einer Wahl” (pretense of an election), or to use the official terminus: “ein Wahlschein” (a ballot paper).”

“A ballot paper?”, I ask.

“It´s as if you went to the supemarket and you could only choose between the instant soup by Maggi and the instant soup by Knorr, but in reality everything is Nestlé. The ballot paper (pretense of an election, just imagine the ballot paper remains double entendre okay) suggests freedom, but in reality i´m telling you: It´s all capitalism, it´s all Nestlé, it´s all chicken. But because i don´t want to eat instant soup at all i do not give a damn about the brand selection at the supermarket.” (It actually says “The brand selection is “schnurzpiepe” to me, but that´s what it means)

“Schnurzpiepe?”, I ask. “How do you mean that?”

“Do you have a deficiency?”, shouts the kangaroo. “Repeat everything parrot-fashion? Even what the herolds of instant soup totalitarianism proclaim on every frequency: “Instant soups are without alternative! Instant soups are without alternative!” This is so disgusting.”

“Hm. You know what´s really disgusting?”, I ask and hold up a limp fish finger. “This here.”

“So what”, the kangaroo says stroppingly. “Back at Vietcong we ate that every day. Just without coating.”

I look at it questioningly.

“And without filling.”

“Vietcong?”, I ask.

“Weeeeeeell ...”, the kangaroo says meaningfully (the german word literally means “saying a lot”.) Actually rather saying little. It practically says everything and nothing at the same time. Rather nothing though.

Listlessly I poke around my fish fingers with the fork.

“If you don´t like it, then you can cook again the next time”, says the kangaroo.

“The next time?”, I ask. “I think I´d rather cook every time.”

And even while I say these words and see how a fleeting smile passes the kangaroo´s face, the feeling dawns on me that this was exactly the objective of this maneuver.

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