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Favourite german colloquialisms and idioms
Ein Freund zum Pferdestehlen (lit: a friend to steal horses with) A reliable, loyal, and trustworthy friend, someone you can depend on 100%
Mit jemandem ein Hühnchen zu rupfen haben (lit: to have a chicken to pluck with someone) to have an unfinished argument/dispute/disagreement with someone that one will finish as soon as they see the person again, who will then probably “experience their blue miracle” (sein/ihr blaues Wunder erleben): get their ass handed to them.
Die Sau rauslassen (lit: to let the sow loose) To throw down at a party
Sows are generally an intensifier. Either in wie Sau (as fuck), the adverb saumäßig, or just add the prefix sau- to an adjective of your choice.
Auf dem Teppich bleiben (lit: to stay on the carpet) to quit being overdramatic, to stay grounded in reality and not let emotions take over a debate. Same meaning: Die Kirche im Dorf lassen (lit: to leave the church in the village)
Das geflügelte Wort (lit: the winged word) Figure of speech, idiom
Sich etwas ans Bein binden (lit: to tie something to one’s leg) To burden oneself with something that’s more trouble than it’s worth
Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof (lit: life is no pony farm) Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows
Jemandem den Marsch blasen (lit: to blow the march for someone) to scold someone very harshly. Also: jemandem die Meinung geigen (to play someone one’s opinion on the violin), jemanden anscheißen (to shit on someone)
Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn (lit: even a blind chicken sometimes finds a seed) A stopped clock is right twice a day
Backfisch (m.) (lit: baked fish) teenage girl; this one’s a bit old-fashioned
Nicht alle Tassen im Schrank haben (lit: to miss some cups from the cupboard) To be crazy, insane, idiotic. The things people can miss to express this sentiment are quite diverse (and this is something people really like to get creative with): needles from the fir tree, battens from the fence, lightbulbs from the chandelier, cookies from the jar…
Die Radieschen von unten ansehen (lit: to view radishes from below) To be dead. Variations exist with almost any plant imaginable, most notably tulips and grass
Was die Sonne nicht heilt, deckt die Erde zu (lit: what the sun can’t heal, the earth shall cover) This health problem will either resolve itself or the speaker will die from it, in any case it will be over eventually
Da warst du noch Quark im Schaufenster (lit: Back then you were curd in the shop window) Back then, you weren’t even conceived
Eine (neue) Sau durchs Dorf treiben (lit: to drive a (new) sow through the village) to manufacture short-lived public outrage that will soon be replaced by a new scandal
Hanswurst (m) (lit: Hans Sausage) a ridiculous, funny person, fool, clown (but not an actual clown from the circus)
Man hat schon Pferde (vor der Apotheke) kotzen sehen (lit: horses have been seen vomiting (in front of the pharmacy)) stranger things have happened
wilde Ehe (lit: wild marriage) to live together/have a family together without being actually married
Bauernfänger (m.) (lit: farmer catcher) Conman. Not to be confused with:
Rattenfänger (m.) (lit: rat catcher) political agitator, demagogue
Noch feucht hinter den Ohren sein (lit: to be still wet behind the ears) to be inexperienced/a newbie
Du hast wohl den Schuss nicht gehört (lit: Have you not heard the shot?) Are you out of your fucking mind?
Da sind Hopfen und Malz verloren (lit: hops and malt are lost here) A hopeless case
Völkerverständigung (f.) (lit: understanding between peoples/nations) Getting to know people from other nations, making an effort to understand their culture and showing them yours in turn. The building of international relationships based on mutual respect and equality. Diplomacy. Also: Völkerfreundschaft (friendship between peoples/nations)
Sich den Arsch aufreißen (lit: to rip one’s ass open) to work very hard
Es ist noch kein Meister vom Himmel gefallen (lit: no master has fallen from the sky yet) nobody is born an expert; keep trying and you’ll get there!
Mach mal die Augen zu, dann siehst du was deine ist (lit: close your eyes then you’ll see what’s yours) I heard this a lot as a child and now I never feel entitled to anything, ever
Da geht mir das Messer in der Tasche auf (lit: this opens the knife in my pocket) I think this is infuriating and I’m about to figuratively stab you (loads of expressions for this sentiment but this is my fave)
Kinderstube (f) (lit: children’s chamber) upbringing, education. Someone who doesn’t have Kinderstube has no manners
Waisenknabe / Chorknabe (m) (lit: orphan boy / choir boy) someone who is innocent, virtuous, well-behaved and an all-around lovely person. Often used ironically.
Maulaffen feilhalten (lit: to sell mouth monkeys) to stand around gaping with your mouth open instead of doing something useful
Ach du grüne Neune/liebes Lieschen (lit: oh you green nine/dear Lieschen) oh my!
Käseblatt (n) (lit: cheese sheet) a newspaper of very poor journalistic quality
Jemandem ein X für ein U vormachen (lit: to try to sell an X as a U) To scam or trick someone. Same meaning: Jemanden über den Tisch ziehen (to drag someone over the table). Not to be confused with:
Jemanden/etwas durch den Kakao ziehen - (lit: to drag someone/something through the cocoa) To make fun of or parody someone/something
Steckenpferd (m.) (lit: stick horse) hobby
Da will man nicht tot überm Zaun hängen (lit: where one doesn’t want to hang dead over the fence) Just to make sure you know exactly how awful this town/village and its inhabitants are
Schnapsidee (f) (lit: schnapps idea) an idea that only a very drunk person would conceive of or consider good
Held im Erdbeerfeld (lit: hero in the strawberry field) Someone who sees themself as a great hero without any real skills/achievements to back this up
Leben wie Gott in Frankreich (lit: to live like God in France) to live the high life
what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at.
this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.
the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…
If you like frogs. Or possums. Or cool builds. Or happiness. This is the video for you.
hot take:
Gloin is the sexiest dwarf by dwarf standards.
Kili is the sexiest dwarf by elf standards.
Thorin is the sexiest dwarf by human standards
& Bombur is the sexiest dwarf by hobbit standards
Hab nen guten deutschen Artikel zu Hogwarts Legacy und seinen Problemen gefunden, falls noch jemand was braucht, das man den Boomern im Umfeld schicken kann:
There's nothing Remus and Sirius won't give up for each other, including their marriage.
(Seems like Angst, but I promise it's more Fluff!)
For Better or for Worse
“I’ve gone over your prenuptial agreement,” the judge says, studying the document in front of her. “And it is well-documented that possessions you had before the marriage will remain yours after the divorce. However,” the judge looks up from her paper and into the courtroom. “That leaves any possessions acquired while you were married. According to my information, the house, for example, was bought in the second year of your marriage.”
Sirius’ lawyer gets to her feet. “The house was financed entirely with the money my client had inherited from his late uncle. Before his passing, he decided to leave his money to Mr Black and Mr Black alone. It is nonsensical that my client’s decision to invest that money into real estate would suddenly make Mr Lupin entitled to it.”
As the lawyer sits back down, the judge looks over at Remus, sat on the other side of the courtroom, alone, without a lawyer. Remus just averts his eyes.
The judge sighs, and turns back to Sirius and his legal support. “Then can you confirm that Mr Black has, for the duration of the marriage, been the sole breadwinner?”
“Correct,” the lawyer says.
“And can you confirm that it was in agreement with both parties that Mr Lupin has, for the duration of the marriage, been dependent on Mr Black’s income?”
“...Correct,” the lawyer says, a bit more hesitant this time.
“And taking that into consideration,” the judge continues. “Don’t you agree that your client owes it to Mr Lupin to financially support him by means of alimony at least until Mr Lupin has had the opportunity to get matters in order and arrange his finances?”
“Forgive me, your honour, but I must disagree.” The lawyer is standing again end crosses her arms over her chest. “Mr Lupin’s inability to find paid employment is solely due to his... condition. Now, discrimination against Lycanthropes in the labour market is a discussion that falls outside the scope of this lawsuit, but it is evident that it is not my client’s responsibility, nor does he have to pay the costs for it.”
Remus looks down at the table. Embarrassed doesn’t really cover how he’s feeling. It’s humiliating.
“So you truly wish to leave your ex-husband with absolutely nothing?” The judge is now addressing Sirius directly, and Remus can hear the barely suppressed frustration in her voice.
Sirius’ eyes narrow, and he opens his mouth to reply, but his lawyer cuts him off.
“Objection! That question is subjective, and implies a moral judgment of my client. The morality of his actions is not what is being called into question here, only the legality.”
The judge purses her lips, but gives the lawyer a stiff nod before turning to Remus. “Mr Lupin,” she sounds a lot more gentle now. “Do you wish to say anything?”
Remus steadies himself, taking a deep breath and hardening his expression, before looking up at the judge with a steady gaze. “He can keep his money. I don’t want it.”
The judge looks at him for a long moment, but Remus’ determined expression does not waver. Then she nods and looks back at Sirius and his lawyer. “Then I hereby grant Mr Black’s request that all assets will be his and he shall be exempt from the obligation to pay alimony, and with that, I declare the divorce between Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin officially finalized.”
The judge bangs her hammer and that’s it. Their marriage is now officially over. Remus feels an emptiness inside that he hadn’t anticipated. He knows it’s for the best, doesn’t he? They’ve been fighting for so long, at some point, it’s just been enough.
Once all papers are signed and Remus is standing at the side of the courtroom, he briefly meets Sirius’ eyes, and for a moment, he sees reflected in them the same pain and regret that he’s feeling inside. Then Sirius’ lawyer walks up to Sirius with a broad smile, and his expression changes to a huge grin as he happily shakes his lawyer’s hand, all previous emotion having disappeared.
Remus quietly leaves the courtroom.
Sirius is walking down the street, having opted to walk home, as he really needed some fresh air after all that. The people around must think him incredibly vain, walking whilst looking in a mirror. Either that, or completely crazy, for talking to said mirror.
“So, how did it go today?” James asks on the other side of the mirror.
Sirius runs a hand through his hair. “I suppose it went well. As good as could be expected. Everything was assigned to me, so we got what we wanted.”
“That’s great,” James says with a relieved sigh. “Or, well, this whole situation is shitty of course, so it’s sucks that it had to happen in the first place, but I’m glad you at least managed to get the best possible outcome.”
“Yeah,” Sirius says. “I mean, we tried, but in the end, there was truly nothing else we could’ve done.”
James smiles at him. “Exactly. Take care, Padfoot. I’m here if you need anything.”
“Thanks, mate. I appreciate it.”
Sirius closes the front door with his foot, kicks off his shoes and starts to take off his suit jacket. “Babe, I’m home,” he says, as he throws his suit jacket over a kitchen chair and walks into the living room. “Went for a short walk to clear my mind and let Prongs know how today it went.” He walks over to the couch and flops down facedown, letting out a groan. “Today was awful.”
Remus closes his book and places it on the small table next to him, before gently carding his fingers through Sirius’ hair. “It really was,” he agrees.
Sirius shuffles further towards Remus and presses his face in his neck.
Remus hears the unasked question there: Please hold me. I need to be close to you right now.
So Remus wraps his arms tight around Sirius and pulls him even closer.
“Today was probably the worst day of my life,” Sirius mumbles against Remus’ neck.
“Yeah, it was like being in some dystopian future in which we didn’t love each other anymore.” Remus shudders.
“I’m sorry my lawyer was so awful. I didn’t know she’d go in that hard.”
Remus shrugs. “We needed her to be cut-throat, and she was.”
“I guess that’s true,” Sirius says. “I didn’t know she was going to use the Lycanthropy argument.”
“She wasn’t wrong though.” Remus can’t quite keep the bitterness from his voice. “They can sit there and call you out for being cruel, but they shouldn’t forget it’s their own policy that has put me in this position in the first place.”
And then to think that this whole mess started with something that seemed so positive at first:
Wolfsbane.
Hell, it’s still positive. Okay, it’s not a cure, but it’s a step, and a huge step at that. Ask any werewolf, and they will say that the worst thing about the whole transformation is the feeling of losing control, of losing yourself, of being pushed out of your own mind. With the Wolfsbane Potion, you still have the monthly transformations, the pain in your bones and joints as they bend and snap into place, the tiredness before and after the transformation, sure, but that hopelessness, that fear of yourself, of what you might do, that’s no longer there, and that makes all the difference in the world.
You will never be a monster again.
But Wolfsbane Potion comes at a high prize. Literally and figuratively. The Potion is incredibly difficult to brew, and can only be prepared by experienced Potions Masters, which makes it incredibly expensive. On top of that, for it to have the proper effect, a person has to take it every single day. And werewolves aren’t exactly a population that has money to spare.
When the Ministry announced that they were going to provide Wolfsbane Potion for free to every Lycanthrope who can’t afford it, Remus could barely believe it. It seemed too good to be true.
And alas, it was.
You see, with ‘Lycanthropes who can’t afford it’, the Ministry actually meant ‘Lycanthropes who had used every knut they owned, who sold their house and every possession that was worth something and used that money too, who ended up on the street possessing nothing more than the clothes on their body’. Then, and only then, will the Ministry provide them with free Wolfsbane Potion.
What it came down to, was that werewolves were given the choice between giving up everything they have and end up with nothing whilst being on Wolfsbane, or simply don’t take Wolfsbane. Basically, the only ones for whom Wolfsbane Potion was actually a feasible option, were the werewolves who are already living out on the street. And while this population, the population of werewolves who have given up on trying to make something out of their lives due to discriminatory anti-lycanthrope laws and are living together in camps, is rather large, these people are often so angry with the society that has rejected them, that they have embraced their identity as werewolves, revel in being monsters, and gain satisfaction from the fear they install in people. For most of them, Wolfsbane Potion would have no appeal. For some of them, staying in control and being themselves while transformed wouldn’t make them any less dangerous. And for a few- Remus shudders to remember the man who bit him all those years ago- it would make them a lot more dangerous.
And even if Wolfsbane Potion would be a good option for this group, what will that mean? Remus has been working his whole adult life to empower werewolves. But what incentive will they have now to make something out of their lives? Why get a job when every knut you make will immediately go to the Ministry if you still want your Wolfsbane? Why even try to find a place to live when you will be forced to choose between rent or Wolfsbane, and buying a house per definition means no longer getting Wolfsbane?
It’s unfair, and Remus has spent months fighting it, with the continuous support of his husband. He has written articles and opinion pieces in newspapers, has spoken at political gatherings, has been to meetings with several ministers. In the worst-case-scenario, he got a rude dismissal, and in the best-case-scenario, an empty promise. Also the general public couldn’t be bothered, werewolves just weren’t a group they particularly cared about. Besides, they had heard the Ministry was going to provide free Wolfsbane Potion to Lycanthropes who can’t afford it, so what more do they want? It was already more than they deserved.
Remus eventually had to accept he won’t be able to change the policy.
And he still desperately wanted the Wolfsbane.
Now, Remus was so lucky to be in a position werewolves don’t often find themselves in: he had a partner he could fully rely on. The ministry wouldn’t give him free Wolfsbane if he has an income, savings, a house, but they would give him free Wolfsbane if Sirius has an income, savings, a house, while Remus has, at least on paper, nothing.
It’s the perfect solution. Remus can get Wolfsbane, while still having a roof over his head and food on the table. He keeps reminding himself how it’s truly the best of both worlds, how lucky he is, how hardly any werewolves, hell, hardly any people period, have someone they not only can rely on the way he can rely on Sirius, but also trust as completely the way Remus can trust Sirius.
Because Remus is truly putting himself in an incredibly vulnerable position.
If Sirius would want to, Remus would be left with nothing. Technically, Sirius has everything, and Remus is completely dependent on him, but in reality, it just doesn’t feel like that. Sirius works really hard in the hospital every day, and Remus works really hard on his social justice cases, his campaigning for werewolf rights, his articles and talks at political conferences, and in the end, it’s their income, their savings, their house, even if Sirius is technically the only one who actually gets paid for the work he does.
Remus doesn’t feel like Sirius is financially supporting him, and doesn’t feel like he should be thankful. Don’t get him wrong, he’s incredibly thankful to have Sirius in his life, and incredibly thankful to have him return his love, but he’ll never say he’s thankful that Sirius is providing for him. Sirius will have none of that if he heard Remus say it. They are equals, and they both see it that way.
When Remus realised what needed to happen, Sirius had not wanted to hear it. He refused to accept there was no other way. He still had money left from his uncle’s inheritance, he had family heirlooms they could sell, they could move to a smaller house, and in the mean time, Sirius could take on another job during the weekends and evenings. Remus, on the other hand, refused to put that kind of pressure on Sirius. Only when he said that he would not go on Wolfsbane if Sirius did not agree to a divorce, words Remus never thought would ever come out of his mouth, Sirius caved.
The first results on the effects from Wolfsbane are incredibly. Not only psychologically, because again, not being a monster, but also physically. There are no more wounds, bruises or broken bones, the strain on your body is so much less, and there are even studies that show Wolfsbane Potion can increase a Lycanthrope’s life expectancy! And that’s probably the only thing Sirius cares about more than his marriage to Remus: Remus’ wellbeing.
So yes, Remus has the best of both worlds, Remus is so very lucky, other werewolves can only dream to have what Remus has, and all that. But it’s so hard to see it as a good deal when the price he had to pay was his marriage to Sirius.
Sirius sees the signed divorce papers lying on the table and hides his face in Remus’ sweater, where Remus can just make out his muffled voice. “Can you put those away somewhere I don’t ever have to see them again?”
Remus kisses the top of his head. “It’s nothing but paperwork.”
Sirius huffs. “We sighed paperwork stating ‘till death does us part’, not ‘till public policy does us part’.”
Remus can’t help but chuckle. “I must say, I much prefer this over one of us being dead.”
“Yeah, but it’s...” Sirius trials off.
“Talk to me,” Remus presses gently. “I know it’s not what we had envisioned, but why is it so hard on you?”
“I promised you forever,” Sirius says so softly Remus can barely make out the words. “And I feel like I’ve let you down.”
“Oh, love.” Remus squeezes him closer for a moment. “You’re still here, aren’t you? And I’m still here. The way I see it, ‘forever’ is still very much on the table.”
Sirius lifts his head to look at Remus. He smiles, but it’s a weak smile. “Of course, you’re right.”
Remus places a hand on hid cheek. “You did it for me, because you want me to be on Wolfsbane. I did it for you, because I don’t want you to suffer the costs. Now, what shows that we love each other more? That, or some piece of paper?”
Sirius averts his eyes. “Is that really all it ever was to you?”
Remus thinks about it for a moment. “I love you,” he eventually says. “And I guess it was nice to have a confirmation of that on paper, but it never defined us. What there is between us could never be captured by paperwork. It’s an indescribable feeling of belonging together that I’m never going to find with anyone else, it’s an unexplainable knowledge of just being meant to be, of having found ‘the one’, it’s so much that, quite frankly, the idea of a piece of paper adding anything to it or taking anything away from it just seems ridiculous.”
“And I love you,” Sirius says, before he kisses him briefly. “I love you, and even if you’re not my husband anymore, you’ll always be my person.”
Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by
Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.
You. Are. Overstimulated.
People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.
These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.
Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time
Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!
Wolfstar raises Harry fanart from last december
Edit. U guys are giving me so much motivation to finish my 100 other wolfstar fanarts rn
(I don't support JK Rowling's transphobic views or other problematic opinions and choices in any way. I don't like the Harry Potter series, but still cannot let go of my ultimate comfort character Remus and wolfstar and marauders fanfictions. We have adopted these characters for our better care💕)
the way she had to turn the comments off...this shouldn't be controversial 😭
Apparently some people couldn't access the Neurodivergent Insights website on a recent post, so here's the graphs for those interested.
Neurodivergent Insights
idk if you’re still accepting requests but if you are,, i literally cannot stop thinking about the mailee drawing you did for valentine’s day and i would love to see more mailee in your style 🥺💕
a pair of mailees for the soul 🖤💖
Support & Changes 2 / 2
Appreciate the OG queers and support the young ones, bitterness and rules don’t help anyone 💜
Thirteen in ‘The Witchfinders’
I know because we’re all the same. We want certainty, security, to believe that people are evil or heroic. But that’s not how people are. You want to know the secrets of existence? Start with the mysteries of the heart. I can show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don’t understand.
kermit is a butch and miss piggy is a femme and they are in lesbian love
went to miami to recover father sotirios. and made some new friends.
these animals... they are wise. I recruited them to avenge my dear brother. I was then escorted out of the sea world.
Remus Lupin is coded as gay and it’s still super jarring and disappointing to me that he isn’t gay in canon, and his marriage to Tonks feels shoehorned.
Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by
Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.
You. Are. Overstimulated.
People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.
These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.
Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time
Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!
I dare somebody to tell me Elmo ain't black now.
Your natural hair is perfect for any day ✨ . . Love seeing more representation on all fronts. Natural hair is special enough for special events 🤌🏾💕 . . Follow @itshunnib for more✨ . .
made these as kidlit illustration practice while i was rewatching bbc merlin
We are receiving unconfirmed reports that it is bedtime. Citizens are advised to get into their pajamas and remain on high alert
me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???
my brain:
my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………