ranking fruit names (german)

selected fruits (bc they have the more german-german names, u know, not a… basically generic name like kiwi etc):
Apfel, Birne, Pfirsich, Banane, Erdbeere, Johannisbeere, Pflaume, Dattel, Himbeere, Ananas, Trauben, Limette, Zitrone, Orange/Apfelsine

i rank the name not the taste! 

Apfel (apple): very basic name, not at all fancy but the “pf” is a nice touch. i give it…. a 3.8/10

Birne (pear): a good name! used in various phrases as well, eg: “sich die Birne anschlagen” (to hit ya head), “Glühbirne” (lightbulb), i give it 5.9/10, a good name for a pear shaped fruit

Pfirsich (peach): Pfirsich, or as the southern would call it: Pfirschig. quite tricky with the “s” and the “ch”, gives the whole name an air of fanciness. 7.5/10

Banane (banana): BORING! 1/10

Erdbeere (strawberry): an earth berry? no thankx, eat ya own dirt, 1.2/10

Johannisbeere (currant): whomst is this Johannis and how do i meet him? 6/10

Pflaume (plum): the most wholesome name!!!!! tbh!!!! Pflaume sound so round. so juicy. 10/10. famous namebearers: Kai Pflaume

Dattel (date): i do not like the name of this fruit :/ Dattel…. not a good name. not a good name. at most a 2/10

Himbeere (raspberry): who is HE, who is HIM? anti feminist icon Himbeere 0/10

Ananas (pineapple): a nice name. has produced this 1 iconic joke: 
Was wird aus Anna im Regen? (What becometh of Anna in the Raineth?)
–> Ananas aka Anna nass (Anna wet)
iconic, 10/10

Trauben (grapes): 1 grape is not 1 Traube. 1 grape is 1 Weinbeere. 1 Traube is 1 whole buncha grapes. but the word Trauben? i like it, 7.7/10

Limette (lime): a good fucking name! fancy! i give Limette a wholesome 10/10 and on the fancy scala a 6/10

Zitrone (lemon): those yellow fuckers. theyre like bananas but evil. the name is nice tho, i really enjoy the “Z” because it makes it fancy. a wholesome 8/10

Orange/Apfelsine (orange): technically, a basic name. Orange. but Apfelsine? which basically (is dutch i think????? dont quote) means Apfel aus China (apple from china) and that gives the thing a whole other dimension tbh, 7.9/10

anonymous asked:

in the opening scene of 'taking flight' the whole team looks at Keith strangely, when he's desperate for Lance to come out of the pod. however the only person who doesn't look at him is shiro. basically what I'm trying to say is: after the Bonding Moment, Keith immediately expressed his new feelings for Lance to his older brother. shiro k n o w s

of course he does keith goes every night in his room at 2 am on the dot to talk about lance and how much he loves him

i can’t believe they had cait die, reborn as killer frost, and there is probably no way for the power suppressors to work because she’s ‘gone’ all the way and there is no ‘caitlin snow’ to go back to now.



“Subject recovery stage complete…”
The mechanical voice disperses around him as he awakes abruptly. The air filling his lungs feel like the first time. A blurry layer transforms his vision into sharp reality. Though he feels extremely confused, a calm keeps him still, equilibrating his breathing.

Next to him, a woman watches him steadily, following him everywhere he looks.
“-Can you tell me your name?”
She asks, placing the end of the stethoscope on his chest, hearing a beautiful heartbeat. She draws back and they lock eyes.
He hesitates, parting his lips nervously but he doesn’t know what to say. He searches for the answer inside himself and there’s nothing; outside, a report finds him before he does.
She chuckles, seeing the informer over the table.
“-You had to read it”
He looks at her, still nervous, not wanting to admit that he did have to read it. Yet he was sure that was him. Eric is his name.
“-I… I-I’m Eric”
He says, offended by the accusation, while he sits up on the bed. His own voice echoed in his head.
With nothing to add, she slowly steps closer and takes a pen from her pocket. It’s actually a lantern that caught all the attention from his blue eyes. She cups him softly by the chin, mildly tilting his head backward.

“-Follow the light”
She indicates. He does so and doesn’t blink.

“-What’s the last thing you remember?”
His eyes wander as he thinks. Nothing is clear. Trying to remember is like a door that gets open letting the light enter but then is violently closed, and it can’t be opened anymore.
He closes his eyes, placing his hands on his temples, making such pressure that the pain blocks him even more.
“-I– I don’t… I can’t remember…”
“-It’s alright, take it easy…”
She lays a hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to relax.
Then she pulls out a paper from a folder, and the lantern does result to be also a pen. She hands him both.
“-Can you write your name?”
First, he takes the paper and leaves it on the table beside him. When he takes the pen he looks at her. She’s anxious.

He waited a moment, observing the blank page. He has questions and the last thing he wants is to write. Until the ink finally touches the white, and just like an everyday thing, he makes his signature.

She says, looking satisfied. It was something simple, but a silliness compared with the tests Eric will have to solve. Before his questions, there’s hers.
She takes out a sheet from the same folder and displays it before him.
“-Can you write the names of these objects?”
He focuses on the photographs. Sun - book - truck. It took him a while to decipher them and some more to write them down. But he did it. In the meantime, she patiently waited in silence. Taking mental note every time he showed struggle.

After that, the pen fell loudly on the table. He’s mentally tired and she doesn’t seem to leave him alone anytime soon.
She’s not in a hurry. There’s more than enough time to take care of him. He’ll need guidance. He’ll need her. Only that he doesn’t know it yet.
A second sheet displays again. Three photographs from different places and their correspondent name.
“-You know where you are?”
He observed and had no doubts.
“-Very good! How did you know?”
She asks. For a moment she was sure it’d be a trick question.
“-I guessed”
He says, unamused. None of those places mean a thing to him.
She chuckles and starts putting away all the papers.

“-Are you hungry?”
That question wasn’t part of the checkup.
“-Not a bit”
He answers, just as serious, starting to feel restless.
Once again, she chuckles and he can’t take it anymore.
“-Why do you laugh at my every answer? What’s going on? Where am I?”
“-All in good time, Eric. We have to go slow”
The last word stuck with him, as he slowly got up.
There was more than just his own weight standing on his feet. There was a mystery. What was all that of being unable to remember? No matter the time it takes, he will find out.
“-Would you like take a look around the place?”
She holds him by the arm when he seems unsure to move.
“-Can I leave?”
“-Not yet”
He didn’t like the answer, neither the touch. So he carefully gets loose and she let him.
Eric surrounds the bed and walks to the window.
The outside is a mix of ruins with vegetation, intact buildings, some under construction.
His reflection on the glass produced him certain bewilderment when he understood that he couldn’t really remember his own appearance.

He touches the marks on his neck, and so he found more on his forearms.
His heartbeat becomes lighter and less sonorous to his senses.
He looks himself in the eyes, and sees her behind him, watching, smiling.
“-Welcome back, Eric.”

im just waiting for the day hoseok releases his mixtape and single handedly slays my entire existence