#Hund Series

[everythingmaxriemelt]

“Schlafende Hunde” (“Sleeping Dogs”) - coming to Netflix this summer ❤️

An up-and-coming public prosecutor (Luise von Finckh) and a fall-from-grace ex-cop (Max Riemelt) get on the trail of a conspiracy that leads deep into the police and judicial apparatus. Summer 2023

*via Berliner Zeitung

#max riemelt #schlafende hunde #sleeping dogs #YES! #max new tv series #netflix

[theoniprince]

Endlich!!!!

Schlafende Hunde, 22.6, Netflix

#schlafende hunde #thriller #series #max riemelt #helgi schmid #german show #hörzu #hörzu informiert #german #blorbos #max riemelt ist es auch immer wert #und andreas #qq ❤️

[chaosdesigner]

Blízká setkání třetího druhu 😎👽🖖 #dOg #doGS #miNidaCHsHuND #hUND #spaGHeTTi #hOtdOg #daCHshUND 😍 #borderCOLLie #jezeVEC #jeZEVCiK 😘 #TRPajZLiK @dr.cipi #SeRieS #seriAL 🥰 (v místě Liberec, Czech Republic) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjdySceLErX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dog #dogs #minidachshund #hund #spaghetti #hotdog #dachshund #bordercollie #jezevec #jezevcik #trpajzlik #series #serial

[simp4konig]

"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊✨🎇💖I SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????😰😰💘 IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!🤧🤧💖💖 LIKE??????? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶🥰🥰💖💖💖❤️💞💞💕💖💕💕💞

                                        ...

You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

...

I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

...

Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀

Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬

With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

I NOW HAVE 130+ FOLLOWERS!!! Which is unbelievable if u wsk me bc etf why wre eo mwnt people following me i don't deserve this qt ALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU ALL 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I still remember when @puff0o0⭐ began their self-aware au with König and Ghost qnd ive qlways veen cheerint for her from the sidelines ☺️☺️come to find out shes been mentioning ME in THEIR podts and writing on their blofs thwt my CoD blog is good and i.????😭😭😭cant????????😭😭😭😭😭 Literally -99999 damage and an ARROW 🏹 STRAIGHT thru the HEART 💘🥹 I LOVE U B (platonically ofc dw)😽💕💓💓❤️💞💞💕💞💕💞💞💞💕

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[nitw]

you know what i love? the preservation of obscure animated media. you know what i love even more??? when it's a danish production, because that's pretty rare!!

this is "hund i himlen" (dog in heaven), an animated shortfilm from 2012 directed by jeanette nørgaard, co-founder of the small danish animation studio nørlum - who actually contributed to the production of "song of the sea" by cartoon saloon, and apparently also made quite a few episodes for the first season of the BH6 tv series???? but you gotta understand that original danish animation is hard to come by, especially for a more varied audience.

this film is about a 9 year old girl named lora, who gets sent to live in a monastery, but discovers that they won't allow her to keep her dog. it's a heartwarming, sad, and SURPRISINGLY CREEPY story about grief and religious trauma, even though it's mostly aimed at young kids. i remember being shown this in class when i was little, and i was so terrified of it, but it i also loved it. it's also just one of the most hauntingly beautiful and stylized animations i've ever seen.

i just randomly remembered it last night and decided to track it down! turns out one of the official partners still just has it hosted on their website for free. but for everyone's convenience, and because i really really really want as many people to know about this as possible,,,,,,

i stayed up all night making english subtitles for it here!! please check it out!!!!! i'm gonna pass out now gutbye

#IT'S WORTH IT I PROMISE #also if the gdrive link doesn't work yet it's just because it's still processing - you should be able to download regardless #leo.txt #danish tag

[i4bellingham]

GO PUBLIC: jamal musiala x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which jamal's fans finally know about your relationship in a quick series of photos in an instagram post. or in which jamal accidentally (drunkenly) posts your private photos together.

NOTES: never ever letting his tags go dry 😋 here is a fluffy fluff fluff 3OOO for my fellow musiala girlies mwuah 💋 i hope you enjoy reading!

jamalmusiala10

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jamalmusiala10 für die schönste person, ich liebe dich, meine liebe ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ to the most beautiful person, i love you my love

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alphonsodavies wrong account mate haha 😀

user1 wait is that who i think it is-

user2 “we're only friends” my ass 😭 y'all keep on lying

user3 isn't that yourusername 😟

user4 that is her 😭

user5 mate really posted an entire relationship lmao

alphonsodavies is he drunk?

yourusername i can vouch, he is :D

yourusername keeping his phone away for the entire night!

user1 yourusername no bestie we need the explanation now 😭

“Please don’t look at me like that.” Jamal sighs.

You raise a brow. “Like what?”

“Als hätte ich deinen hund gekidnappt oder so...” He moves away from the bed, standing directly behind you in the vanity mirror. Liked I kidnapped your dog or something...

“Du hast unsere Beziehung öffentlich gemacht-” You made our relationship public

“I was drunk-”

“Idiotic drunk is what you were.”

Jamal groans as he buries his face on your nape, already knowing the height of how much he fucked up when in his drunken stupor, he managed to post photos of you together which left the fans to conclude your relationship to what it really is. It also didn't help that the team’s PR manager had been blowing up his phone with multiple messages, emails and phone calls (that were all left unanswered) since last night and was just basically telling him not to do an even more stupid decision than this one.

A drunk mistake it may be but Jamal felt no remorse on how the people found out about your relationship. It's been a solid year and a half of hiding, attempting to steer the media’s eyes away from the both of you as you go on dates, strolls and doing what normal couples do but ultimately needing to cut them short because of the nearing media presence.

Jamal is certain that you're not bothered by him posting those images, but he knows you're more anxious of what the people might think and how they might react despite having an entire supporting shipping fanclub yourself even with the minimal public interaction you've done.

You're both... loved, if you will. There is still some negativity here and there but it's mostly dominated by supporting fans wanting for the both of you to date. So Jamal really doesn't see any problem why he should be regretful to what he has doneㅡ even though it was obviously a very drunken accident.

“But you're not really upset with me, are you?” You turn around to face him, cupping his cheeks and he automatically nuzzles his face on your palm.

Jamal knows you're not. He's just looking for some extra guarantee.

“No, I'm not. How could I ever be upset with you?” You tell him, voice falling into a whisper before you're being caged in his arms.

“Just so you know, I’m not regretful that I posted those pictures.”

And you laugh. “Ich weiß.” I know.

You laugh because you knew.

#☆ i4bellingham writes #☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fanfic #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala imagines #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala one shots #jamal musiala one shot #jamal musiala

[echeveriaaa]

Tagged by @marikacrea

3 ships you like: Crowley & Aziraphale (Good Omens), Eve & Villanelle (Killing Eve/ The Villanelle books), Yumiko & Magna (The Walking Dead)

First ship ever: Ziva & Tony, in NCIS (This ship had it all. Enemies to Friends. Mutual pining over a decade. Tension. Friends to Lovers off camera. Lovers to Family in their own new TV series. A Child.) Or, now that I think about it, maybe it was Maddie and David from Moonlighting.

Last song you heard : For The Longest Time by Billy Joel

Favorite childhood book: His Dark Materials, a trilogy by Philip Pullman. It's safe to say it truly opened up worlds inside my soul.

Currently reading: Good Omens (for months, bc I'm slow) and a German book named Tage wie Hunde by Ruth Schweikert. Also, the fic Poetry carved in flesh (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453709/chapters/137947789) by @fellandcrow which I enjoy hugely. Check it out if you like slowburn and tattoos and just overall a good story, I think it's so very well written and the art accompanying it is exquisite.

Currently watching : After a decade of catching glimpes of Doctor Who, I finally started watching it properly recently. While being really curious about everything that's to come and eager to catch up, I did also notice I have my Thing with Change and am now watching every Doctor twice before moving on haha

Currently consuming: tea with lemon

Currently craving: structure and a new experience

Tagging @journeytodrawiii, @serpent-and-seraph, @skylightangels, @dvrkestxhearts if you feel like doing this!

#tag game

[menzapping]

Del Missisippi 🇺🇸 a Benalmádena 🇪🇸: la historia del USS Willow

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Paseando por #PuertoMarina se divisa una enorme mole semihundida al fondo, es el barco ‘Willow’.

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La historia del Willow -el barco que se hunde en Benalmádena, Málaga- se remonta al año 1924, cuando el Servicio de Faros de los Estados Unidos encargó la construcción de un vapor de palas para la tareas de señalización del río Misisipi. El contrato de la construcción de este faro flotante lo ganaba la compañía Dubuque Boat and Boiler Works que, por un precio de 372.000 dólares, fabricó un buque en los astilleros de San Louis de 60 metros de eslora, 19,5 de manga y 2,7 metros de calado. Tras someterse a una serie de pruebas, este barco bautizado como Willow navegó a Nueva Orleans donde el 4 de octubre de 1927 entraba en servicio. Fue también cárcel de prisioneros alemanes residentes en EEUU y en en el año 1962, el buque fue vendido a un empresario para ser usado como hotel y restaurante flotante.

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En 1989 el Willow cruza el atlántico a bordo de un buque semi sumergible que lo llevó a Southampton

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En 1996 viaja a Benalmádena finalmente donde funciona como bar y restaurante flotante durante dos años. Cuando deja de tener actividad el barco queda amarrado en este puerto y queda abandonado tras numerosos litigios entre las administraciones y la sociedad propietaria del barco.

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Finalmente según he leído a partir de un gran temporal en 2019 de le abre una vía de agua y empieza a hundirse.

#Benalmádena #Málaga #Andalucía #andalusia #willow #puerto Marina #puertomarina #abandoned ship #abandoned #barco #barco abandonado

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Ok jetzt hast du mich so weit.

Was zum Teufel geht bei den Einstein-Jungs ab? Ich hab die Sendung ehrlich gesagt schon als ich kleiner war nicht geschaut aber ich folg dir seit Monaten und irgendwie bin ich jetzt investiert. Gibt es neue Entwicklungen? Was ist der letzte Stand?

Noah und Colin sind die erste mlm Hauptcharaktere in der Serie (der neue Direktor ist zwar auch mit einem Mann verheiratet, sein Ehemann wurde aber bisher nur erwähnt). Da es drei Staffeln zuvor schon mal eine süße Liebesgeschichte zwischen zwei Mädchen gab, hatten wir eigentlich Hoffnungen.

Uns es lief auch recht gut - bis Folge 1049.

Colin und Noah werden Zimmernachbarn. Noah ist anfangs sehr distanziert und vertraut nur seinem Hund Freddy, den er heimlich im Wald versteckt hat, da seine Eltern ihn ins Tierheim geben wollten. Erst als Colin Noahs Geheimnis herausfindet und ihm anbietet, ihm zu helfen, beginnt Noah langsam, sich ihm gegenüber zu öffnen. Obwohl deutlich wird, dass er auch etwas für Colin empfindet, lässt er Colin nie zu nah an sich ran und macht immer wieder Rückzieher.

Die Situation eskaliert, als Colin Noah küsst. Noah rennt daraufhin weg und sagt ihm später, er wäre nicht in ihn verliebt. Auf einer Party in der letzten Folge der Staffel gesteht Colin Noah dann erneut seine Gefühle, geht jedoch weg, ohne Noahs Antwort abzuwarten. Noah folgt ihm nicht.

Ob sie nächste Staffel ihr Happy End kriegen, wissen wir noch nicht. Allerdings wird Colins Darsteller spätestens in der Mitte der Staffel aussteigen, da er ab Juli für einen Kinofilm vor der Kamera stand. Selbst wenn sie ihr Happy End bekommen sollten, werden sie also nicht viel Screentime als glückliches Paar haben.

#schloss einstein

[lokis-army-77]

Safe With Me Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2340

This is a fix-it fic of season four of Stranger things. It follows the show, for the most part, I have just changed a few things so that I could add the character of the Reader.

The day after Eddie is found, he and the reader go into Rick's house.

Warning: Weed, that's it I think.

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Early the next morning, I woke up to the peaceful sound of water sloshing about and the warm tug of a pair of arms around my waist. Yawning, I turned over to snuggle into the chest of the person holding me. 

“Good morning Sweetheart.” Came his gruff morning voice. 

I smiled. “Morning Eds.” I could feel his breath tickling my hair as he kissed the top of my head. 

“How’d ya sleep?” He asked, rubbing his hands along my side.

“As good as a person can on a wooden floor. I think I might have a crick in my neck.” I laughed. 

He chuckled at my response, “Yeah, me too.”

I gripped onto him harder, having just woken up, my body went from being comfortable to freezing in the cool spring morning air. Eddie’s arms tugged me in closer to him. 

“You cold?” He asked. All he needed for an answer were my chattering teeth. 

Setting us up, he quickly tugged off his vest and leather jacket and laid them over my shoulders. The warmth of him permeated from the jacket through me, calming my shakes and shivers. 

“I should have brought a sweater yesterday.” I chastised myself.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep you warm, baby.” Eddie smiled and pulled me sideways into his lap. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I looked down at my hands on my lap. 

“When do you think the others will be here?” I asked.

“No clue, but it better be soon, I’m fucking starving. I haven’t eaten since I ran out of those snack bars at lunch yesterday.”

“Yeah, I don’t even think I ate yesterday come to think of it. Dustin and Max woke me up at half past twelve looking for you and then it was just hectic after that.” To further prove my point of having not eaten, my stomach growled. 

Eddie’s laugh jostled me in his lap. “Yeah, I think your stomach is fixing to eat itself.”

It was then, that we heard the sound of a vehicle. Not knowing if it was our friends or someone less friendly, Eddie and I jumped up in a panic. Eddie grabbed his weapon of choice, the broken beer bottle, and ran to look out the window.

“Do you see anyone?” I whispered.

“No, probably someone just driving by.” He visibly relaxed a bit as he turned away from the window to look back at me. 

Suddenly the doors to the boat house slammed open. In shock, I let out a scream, only to realize it was our friends with bags of groceries.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie spat, holding his chest like he was having a heart attack. 

“Fuck you guys. You could have knocked or something. You know, make your presence known?” I said exasperated. 

“Sorry,” Dustin cringed. “But we brought sustenance.” He and the others held up a plethora of bagged food and drinks.

“Oh thank god.” Eddie cried out as he went straight for the bag that had a cereal box in it. Tearing it open, he stalked over to the boat to take a seat inside. The others followed and sat on various things surrounding the boat. 

I took my time finding digging through the bag of food before settling on two Rice Krispie Treats and two Yoohoos for me and Eddie to drink.

“Did you guys only buy junk food?” I asked as I stepped over into the boat, handing Eddie his drink as I sat beside him.

“Uh, yeah?” Robin replied, sounding like she was questioning herself. 

I just shook my head before tearing into the Rice Krispies.

“Okay well,” Distin clapped his hands together. “We have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?”

“Bad news fists, always.” Eddie stated in an almost ‘duh’ tone.

“Bad news it is. So we tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they are definitely looking for you. They are also pretty convinced you killed Crissy.” Dustin broke the news.

“Like one hundred percent convinced.” Added Max.

Eddie's face slackened, the Honey Comb cereal he had shoved into his mouth, falling out. 

“So what’s the good news? I asked after taking a swig of my drink.

“Good news is that Eddie’s name hasn't gone public, but if we found out,” Robin raised her hand in a gesture to the group, “it's only a matter of time before others figure it out. And when it gets out, everyone in this town will be gunning for you”

“Shit.” I groaned under my breath.

“Ha, Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie scoffed. 

“Before that happens,” Dusting interjected with his plan. “All we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That's all Dustin. That's all?” Eddie asked sarcastically.

“That’s easier said than done there kid. We don’t have El, we don’t have Hop, and we are missing half the group.” I pointed out. “Like I know we have fought monsters before but we had help. We had real help.” 

“Uh, it’s more like a uh-” Robin started.

“A brainstorming phase.” Max finished and everyone agreed with her. 

Eddie sat beside me looking concerned and completely lost. 

“Look, Eddie, there is nothing to worry about.” Dustin smiled and Steve struggled to keep a laugh in. 

Eddie and I just looked at them like they were crazy. Eddie groaned and leaned his head on my shoulder, but I moved him off of me instantly when the sound of sirens blared down the road. 

“Get down.” I panicked, pushing Eddie down into the hull of the boat before jumping out. “Grab the tarp.” Eddie did as I said and the rest of us went to the windows to watch what was happening. 

What seemed like the whole of the police department along with the fire department and an ambulance came racing past Reefer Rick’s and on down the road. 

“What do you think happened?” I asked.

“Don’t know, but I think we should go check it out,” Steve muttered. 

“Come on, we can come back by later.” Dustin grabbed my hand but I tore it away. 

“No, like I said last night, I’m not leaving Eddie by himself. You guys go, leave a walkie here with us.” I moved back over to the boat to pull the tarp off of Eddie. 

“Okay, but be careful. Radio if anything happens.” Dustin dug around in his backpack before handing me his walkie. 

“You guys stay safe too.” I waived after them as they walked out the door. 

Huffing, I sat down. “So? Now what?” 

“Um, well, I think Rick has some cards in the house. We could break in and play, TV has been broken since before he was arrested so we are SOL on that.” Eddie pointed out.

“Wait, hold on, you’re telling me we could have slept inside the house this whole time and not in a fucking boat house?”

“Yep.” He said, popping the p.

“Eddie,” I whined. 

“Don’t Eddie me, we can go up there now. We just have to make sure no one is on the lake.” He jumped out of the boat and took hold of the bags Dustin and the others had brought. 

I left the building first, watching the area to make sure the coast was clear before waiving Eddie on. I followed him to the back porch where he kicked open the screen door and went directly to a rusty-looking grill that obviously hadn’t been used in ages. Taking the lid off, Eddie dug through the ashes and picked out a key. 

“Ah-ha!” He exclaimed, holding up the key like it was a precious treasure.

“Who keeps their spare key in a barbeque grill? That's nasty.” 

“Well, you obviously wouldn’t have looked there,” he said as he unlocked the back door, pushing it open and gesturing for me to go in. “M’lady,” He grinned. 

The place was stuffy and definitely what you would think it would look like on the inside. Dirty and dingy. 

“I see why you never brought me along to buy your supply.” I ran my fingers along the kitchen counter, making a face of disgust when they came away covered in dust. “How long did you say he’s been in jail?” 

“Uh, like four months, but before that, he had only been three weeks from being in jail for almost six months,” Eddie answered as he placed the grocery bags on the table beside me. 

“Wow, okay then.” I thought for a second. “Wait, if he’s always in jail then how does he sell you all the weed?”

“Well,” Eddie started to unpack all the food from the bags. “I usually just buy the whole lot off of him, which lasts for a while, I’ve never run out before he’s gotten out of jail so,” he just shrugged. "Plus, I have other people I buy from."

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.” I moved on from the kitchen, and walked through the house, being nosey. The place looked awful, and I could feel my nose starting to tingle with an oncoming fit of sneezes because of how dirty it was. Going around the house, I tested the lights, and they worked but I immediately turned them off, not wanting anyone to see that they were on.

“What are you doing?” 

I jumped at the sudden sound of Eddie’s voice behind me. Although, I couldn’t jump far since his arms had wrapped around my waist. 

“You scared me.” I laughed, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. 

“I don’t you why, I’m the one who should be jumpy.” He teased. “But really, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I brought my hands to rub at his which were clasped together at my front. “Just thought I would look around. Maybe find some contraband and those cards you spoke of.” I giggled as he leaned into my neck, his hair tickling my skin.

“Ah, I see. Well, you won’t find any drugs in the guest bedroom.” He kissed my neck before pulling away, keeping a pair of our hands clasped together. He pulled me along the hallway to a dark room which, from the sliver of light coming in through the window, I figured must have been Rick’s bedroom. “Wait there.” Eddie left me by the bedroom door so he could go digging around in the closet. A moment later he came back to me with a little baggie of weed and rolling papers. 

“Now what about those cards?” I asked, taking the baggie from him. 

“Those would be in the living room.” He smiled before tugging me along once again. 

The rest of the day went by slowly, the weed and the excess boredom of not being able to go anywhere contributed greatly to the almost nonexistent passage of time. There were only so many times we could play Go-Fish or Old Maid since having smoked, that we couldn’t figure out the rules for anything more complicated than those two games. 

“I am so fucking bored. What time is it?” I asked, laying back on the floor, using Eddie’s discarded jacket and best as a pillow. We had both been seated criss-cross on opposite sides of the living room coffee table. 

“It’s a quarter past three.” Eddie sighed.

“Ugh. I’m dying of boredom.”

“Come here, baby.” Eddie made grabby hands at me for the other side of the table. I smiled and crawled my way to him on my hands and knees. “Let’s finish this blunt and then we can just take a nap. How's that sound? Hum?” 

I nodded into his shoulder before taking the blunt from his fingers and taking a few long drags. 

It wasn’t long before we had finished smoking and Eddie was sluggishly leading me to the guest bedroom and tucking us both under the dusty covers. 

“Hey, Eddie?” I asked as I curled up into his chest. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Are you scared?” I clung to him, my mind fuzzy from smoking.

“More than I care to fuckin’ admit.” His arms held me tightly and even though we were warm under the covers, I felt Eddie shiver.  “Never thought I’d be the one to run when things got tough, but here I am, a coward.” He sighed into my hair.

I looked up and him, bringing my hand to caress up his neck and cradle his cheek. “You aren’t a coward Eds, you’re human.” He stared at me with his big chocolate brown eyes, they looked even bigger as his pupils dilated in the low light. “I would have run too if I didn’t know what was going on.” 

He gave me a lopsided smile. “Thanks, sweetheart, you always know how to make me feel better.” I smiled as he leaned his head down and pressed his chapped lips on my forehead in a tender kiss. “I just,” He choked out, “I just feel awful for leaving her there you y’know? Like I didn’t try hard enough to save her.”

I pushed myself up in Eddie’s hold so his head was not westing against my chest and I was holding onto him protectively. “There was nothing you could have done, nothing anyone could have done Eddie. We know nothing about how Vecna operates or what he wants, there was nothing that could have saved her.” 

Eddie sniffled, burying his head into my chest. “I just keep thinking, what if it had been you? What if it was you dangling from the ceiling with me standing there helpless.” He started to weep, tears dampening my t-shirt. 

I just held onto him, not knowing what else I could do or say. My hands rubbed circles into his back and across his bare arms. “Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered, trying to soothe him.

He cried into my chest for a while before his breaths evened out, becoming more relaxed as he fell asleep in my arms. The grip he had on my waist was tight, but I didn’t mind, it let me know he was going nowhere. 

So, I pulled the covers up around us and drifted off to sleep with him.

Eddie Taglist: @loveofmylife12@ellabellabus07@wickedwitchofwest@siriusstwelveyears@ameliakf13 @milly-louise @darkscrossfire @harrypotter-posts @dedeinspire @ccosmic-illusion @eddiesbirdie @castiels-gracex @luvwanda

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #fix it fic #stranger things

[everythingmaxriemelt]

Mike Atlas and his trolley

“Schlaufende Hunde”/“Sleeping Dog” (2023)

*gifs are mine

#max riemelt #schlafende hunde #sleeping dog #homelessness #mental illness #racism #corruption #the series deals with quite a few social issues #netflix

[annahamiltonsstuff]

Got tagged by the beautiful @eolewyn1010 thank you!

favorite color: green, and I love the darker shades, but also the light ones, so basically I just love GREEN

last song: Verdammt, ich lieb dich from Matthias Reim. The song cures my depression and releases my stress. I know my german schlager heart is talking...

last movie: I actually went to the cinema on monday and watched Ein fest fürs Leben. I love Christoph Maria Herbst

currently watching: Der Bergdoktor. I am talking like a granny (first the schlager than christoph maria herbst...) but it is actually good. And no I am not 60 years old. I am actually 20 but mentally far away from it.

other stuff I watched this year: I also rewatch doctor who currently, and of course good omens, many new episodes of tatort and also Wochenendrebellen, loved it.

shows I dropped this year: series and films are always a commitment so I choose wisely and finish it even if I dislike it in the middle of watching. So I would say non... oh, hold on... heart stoppers, it is too much peace for me. I love pain in media, I want to get my heart broken, and the heart stopper world is to beautiful for me.

currently reading: Fabian oder der Gang vor die Hunde from Erich Kästner, Flieder und Samt (Joko und Klaas Fanfiction) from @sarcasmmeetssoulmate, Traumnovelle from Arthur Schnitzler (but the audiobook, I began to count it also as reading I hope it counts for you too ;)

currently listening to: apart from the song I mentioned above I love and breath podcasts. So I am currently listening to Gemischtes Hack and Zu schnell für manche (f1 podcast)

currently working on: trying to get a autism diagnosis. The one hospital I can go to, doesn't answer my Emails and this one is my last hope I ask every clinic in Bayern and Baden-Württemberg. The most don't take adults and the other say they don't have the space for another patient...

currently obsession/s: der bergdoktor, good omens, tatort... and many more. They are not current. My obsessions stay with me. And if I think, okay they must have died last spring they realive themself and are getting stronger back as expected...

tagging if you want: @halteinfachmaldeinefresse @karl-von-moor-official @bettinasdiary @mistofstars @tatwaffel @neverland-in-space @egirlgarak @sarcasmmeetssoulmate

#thanks for the tag! #tag game

[antiqueanimals]

i love your blog so much! do you have any old bull terrier paintings?

Willy E. Bär

Edwin Megargee

Morgan Dennis

from All Breeds of Dogs, Serie 4, Austria - Bildwerk, Kamerad Hund

Vernon Stokes

#canines #dogs #bull terriers #Willy E. Bär #Edwin Megargee #Morgan Dennis #Vernon Stokes #replies #requests #anonymous

[lalalaugenbrot]

@ alle die Fabian oder die Gang vor die Hunde sehen wollten und nicht bis Freitag warten wollen, der Film ist jetzt schon in der arte-Mediathek

(und übrigens auch als Serie? in der ZDF-Mediathek... keine Ahnung, ob sie den da einfach nur in 4 Teile geschnitten haben oder ob da auch was gekürzt oder sogar neu arrangiert wurde...)

#sorry but i'm very evangelical about this film #fabian oder der gang vor die hunde #ek

[gonzalo-obes]

IMAGENES Y DATOS INTERESANTES DEL DIA 16 DE ABRIL DE 2024

Día Mundial de la Voz, Día Internacional contra la Esclavitud Infantil, Día Mundial del Emprendimiento, Día Internacional del Síndrome de Wolf-Hirschhorn, Semana Mundial de la Creatividad y la Innovación, Año Internacional de los Camélidos.

San Amilcar, Santa Anastasia y Santa Potenciana.

Tal día como hoy en el año 2016

Ocurre un terremoto en Ecuador de 7,8 grados en la escala de Richter con epicentro en Esmeraldas, causando 670 víctimas mortales y numerosos daños materiales.

2014

Se hunde el transbordador surcoreano MV Sewol cerca de la Isla Jindo, en el que mueren 304 personas. Acaba provocando una serie de críticas contra el gobierno y los medios de comunicación.

2007

Ocurre la Masacre de Virginia Tech, en Blacksburg (Estados Unidos), donde un joven mata a 32 estudiantes en el campus de la universidad, incluyendo a él mismo. Además 29 personas resultaron heridas.

1961

Fidel Castro anuncia el carácter socialista de la Revolución Cubana (enero de 1959), durante el entierro a las víctimas de un bombardeo estadounidense. Este hecho provocará un intento de invasión a la isla ordenado por el presidente de Estados Unidos J. F. Kennedy.

1948

Con el fin de restablecer la economía de Europa después de la II Guerra Mundial, 16 países europeos fundan la Organización Europea de Cooperación Económica, que más tarde pasará a llamarse Organización para la Cooperación Económica y el Desarrollo, con sede en París (Francia). Éste será uno de los primeros pasos buscando la unidad en Europa que culminará en la futura Unión Europea. (Hace 76 años)

1917

Con el país inmerso en el caos debido a la I Guerra Mundial y a la abdicación del Zar Nicolás II, Vladimir Ilich Lenin llega a Petrogrado (Rusia) desde su exilio en Suiza para tomar el control de la revolución. Aunque primero exiliado en Siberia y después huido a Europa debido a sus actividades políticas y revolucionarias, Lenin conseguirá reforzar el Partido Bolchevique mediante sus escritos y su fluida oratoria. Siete meses después de su regreso, y bajo la dirección de Lenin, los bolcheviques se harán con el poder. Lenin supervisará la creación de la Unión de Repúblicas Socialistas Soviéticas y dirigirá el país hasta su muerte en enero de 1924, tras haber sido tratado contra la sífilis el año anterior. (Hace 107 años)

1912

Harriet Quimby, intrépida aviadora americana, se convierte en la primera mujer en cruzar el Canal de la Mancha, al tripular su moderno monoplano, fabricado por el pionero francés de la aviación Louis Bleriot, a través de una espesa niebla desde las costas de Dover, en Inglaterra, hasta las playas de Hardelot, en Francia. Fallecerá en julio en un accidente aéreo. (Hace 112 años)

1746

En la batalla de Culloden, Escocia, el ejército inglés derrota a las fuerzas escocesas bajo el mando de Carlos Eduardo Estuardo, poniendo fin al levantamiento Jacobita para tratar de restaurar a la Casa de Estuardo al trono de Inglaterra. Ésta será la última batalla librada en suelo británico hasta la fecha. (Hace 278 años)

1582

En la actual Argentina, Hernando de Lerma, gobernador de Tucumán, cumpliendo órdenes del virrey del Perú, Francisco de Toledo, funda la ciudad de San Felipe de Lerma en el valle de Salta, con el fin de crear una escala en las comunicaciones entre Lima y Buenos Aires. La población más adelante pasará a llamarse sólamente Salta. (Hace 442 años)

1531

En México, fray Toribio Paredes, natural de Benavente, España, a quien los nativos llaman "Motolinía" ("pobrecito" en lengua náhuatl, por su vida sencilla), funda la ciudad de Puebla, en el Valle de Cuetlaxcoapan, en la margen oriental del río San Francisco. Por su situación, será paso obligado del comercio y prosperá con rapidez. (Hace 493 años)

[ohtobeleah]

Don’t think about Brewer telling Bob about the secrets she keeps. And while you’re at it, don’t think about Jake getting the wrong idea about it and comes to the conclusion that Bob is trying to cut his grass…..

#secret sacrifices // jake seresin #slowly getting through the next chapter #trying to fight off a writers burnout