Bevor du dich zum ersten Mal schneidest, bedenke: Du wirst es genießen. Du wirst den
Schmerz und das Blut erlösend finden. Obwohl du denkst, du kannst nur ein paar flache Schnitte machen, die leicht heilen … sie werden tiefer werden. Sie werden zu Narben. Sie werden einige Monate brauchen, um zu heilen. Und die Narben einige Jahre, um zu verblassen. Wenn du denkst, du könntest das Cutten auf ein Körperteil beschränken, dann denk darüber nach, was passiert, wenn dort kein Platz mehr ist. Bereite dich darauf vor, dich von Anderen zurückzuziehen und dich in einem konstanten Stadium der Scham zu befinden.
Selbst, wenn du die ehrlichste Person bist … du wirst die, die du liebst, belügen.
Du wirst vor deinen Freunden zusammenzucken, sobald sie dich berühren, als wären ihre Hände in Gift getränkt. Du wirst furchtbare Angst haben, dass sie durch die Kleidung etwas fühlen könnten oder es wird schrecklich weh tun, angefasst zu werden.
Sei darauf vorbereitet, so sehr die Kontrolle zu verlieren, dass du den nächsten Schnitt fürchtest, da du nicht weißt, wie schlimm er sein wird. Warte nur, bis aus 10 Schnitten 100 Schnitte werden … dein Leben wird sich nur ums Cutten drehen, und darum, das Cutten zu verbergen. Und warte nur, bis du zum ersten Mal zu tief schneidest. und du wirst durchdrehen weil das Blut nicht aufhören wird zu fließen … und du siehst deine Haut aufklaffen … und du fühlst, wie du am ganzen Körper zitterst. Du bekommst eine Panikattacke und furchtbare Angst, aber du kannst es niemandem sagen. Also sitzt du da und betest, dass es ok ist und du schwörst, dass du nie wieder so weit gehst … aber das wirst du tun. Und noch weiter. Mach dir keine Sorgen. Du wirst dich um deine Schnitte kümmern, so dass du tiefer und tiefer gehen kannst, ohne ins Krankenhaus zu müssen. Und je besser du die Schnitte versorgst umso tiefer werden sie werden. Du wirst dich selbst belügen und dich vor dir selbst rechtfertigen, wenn du dich dabei erwischst, 20, 30 oder 50 euro für Medikamente und Verbände auszugeben. du wirst deinen Herzschlag jedes Mal spüren, wenn du an der Reihe bist, zu sagen, was du brauchst … Klammerpflaster … 3 oder 4 verschiedene Verbände … Wundheilsalbe … Entzündungshemmende Creme … Pflaster … Salben zum Reduzieren der Narbenbildung … du wirst deine Einkäufe schnell einpacken und hoffen, die Schlange löse sich in Luft auf und niemand starre dich an und wundere sich, wofür du das alles brauchst. Und gleichzeitig hoffst du, dass es jemand bemerkt … jemand, der in der Schlange steht und ebenfalls diese Dinge braucht. Jemand, der dich versteht. Aber natürlich wird dies niemals geschehen. Medizinische Dinge werden nicht die einzigen sein, für die du dein Geld ausgibst. Sei darauf vorbereitet, neue Kleidung zu kaufen. Langärmelige Shirts in Sommerfarben, Armbänder, Schweißbänder, Stiefel, Stulpen, die Liste wird immer länger. Du wirst anfangen, alle anders anzusehen. Ihre Körper nach irgendeinem Anzeichen der Selbstverletzung absuchen, hoffen, jemanden zu finden, der so ist wie du … um dich nicht so schrecklich allein zu fühlen. Du wirst sogar daran denken, während deine Augen ihre Handgelenke absuchen … hoffen, einfach hoffen, dass sie sind wie du … aber das sind sie nicht. Du siehst ihre sauberen Arme und wirst dich schämen und allein fühlen. Du wirst anfangen, eine Menge Dinge allein zu tun. Du wirst deine Wäsche zu Hause waschen müssen, damit niemand die Blutflecken auf deiner Kleidung und in deinen Handtüchern sieht. Und du wirst immer das Blut beseitigen. Den Badezimmerboden schrubben, das Blut von deiner Tastatur abtrocknen. Du wirst nicht fähig sein, einen einzigen Tag ohne das Schneiden durchzustehen … das nächste, was du tust, ist, dass du in einer öffentlichen Toilette den Schorf mit einer Nadel aus deinem Notfallpaket aufkratzt. Wenn es wirklich extrem wird, wird alles ein Werkzeug zur Selbstverletzung sein.. Scheren, ein Autoschlüssel, eine Nadel, eine Büroklammer, sogar ein Stift. Es ist egal, was es ist … wenn du dich dringend verletzen musst, wirst du etwas finden. Sag auf Wiedersehen zu den Dingen, die du für selbstverständlich gehalten hast, wie kurze Hosen tragen oder Sandalen. Fußpflegeprodukte oder ärmellose Oberteile. Ein normaler Sommertag am strand oder im Schwimmbad wird für dich eine längst vergessene Erinnerung sein. Und dann wird deine Haut anfangen zu jucken. So sehr jucken und jucken. So sehr, dass du aussehen wirst, als hättest du Flöhe oder eine Hautkrankheit. Du wirst ein Experte deines Körpers werden und du wirst ihn vorsichtig zerstören. Du wirst vom Schneiden träumen … du wirst davon träumen, bloßgestellt zu werden. Es wird dich Tag und Nacht verfolgen und dein Leben steuern. Du wirst dir wünschen, den ersten Schnitt nie gemacht zu haben weil du mittlerweile das Schneiden absolut HASST. Zur gleichen Zeit kannst du ohne es nicht leben. Du wurdest gewarnt.
Unless it’s a particularly upscale restaurant, you don’t wait to be seated - you just walk in and choose your own table. At bars, cafés, and very informal CROWDED restaurants, it’s okay to sit down next to strangers, as long as you get an affirmative response to “Ist hier noch frei”? (Is this seat vacant?)
Don’t expect any ice cubes in your soda, you need to ask for it. There are NO free refills on drinks. The basket of bread or pretzels on the table sometimes costs extra, so don’t be surprised if you’re charged for what you eat from it.
Water will not automatically be brought to your table. You have to order it and you will be brought bottled water which you have to pay for. The default water is sparkling. If you do not want that, ask for “stilles Wasser” or “ohne Kohlensäure”. If you want tap water (which is highly unusual in Germany and will get you looks, especially in non-touristy restaurants), you might ask for “Leitungswasser”. Note that it is not customary at all to serve tap water at a restaurant in Germany.
If you cross your knife and fork on your plate, it means you’re just pausing. If you line them up side by side, it means you’re finished, and the waiter may come and take your plate away. Doggie bags are still mostly unknown so your waiter/tress may be surprised if you asked to take leftovers home with you.
German waiters and waitresses are usually paid more per hour than in some countries (like the USA), so they do NOT rely on large tips. The general rule is to round up the bill to the next larger amount, so if your bill is 22.50 Euros you might give 24 or 25. Your waiter/waitress usually will remain at the table while you pay, so make sure to let them know how much tip you want to leave. For example, if your bill is 15.70 Euros and you want to leave 1.30 Euros as a tip then say “Siebzehn bitte” (Seventeen please) when handing them a 20 Euro note. While credit cards are accepted in most restaurants, it’s more common to pay with cash.
Thihihi :3 Gestern bei nem Follower in Mannheim aufgenommen <3 Mann war das geil :3
Wer hat bock auf Fotos und Videos von mir?? ^_^ 20 Bilder und 2 Videos heute für nur 20 Euro! <3
Oder Willst du mich auch hart ficken? :3 Treffen geht auch, aber nur gegen Vorkasse! Vorteile? 1. Ich übernehme die Reise, egal wie weit entfernt 2. Du hast mich die ganze Nacht/den ganzen Tag 3. Ich bin tabulos und lasse alles mit mir machen. :3
ZAHLUNG GANZ UNKOMPLIZIERT ÜBER PAYPAL!!!
Interesse? ;) Dann los! <3
Schreibt mir eine private Nachricht mit Stichwort “Picwichs” für ein Bildpaket und mit den Stichwort “Livewichs” für ein Treffen! :3 Planung über mehrere Wochen nicht möglich! Ich bin nicht besuchbar!
EDIT: Da mich so viele gefragt werden, in welche Preisklasse es denn ginge: Das hängt von Euch ab. Ich habe keine festen Preise bei Treffen, Wieviel bin ich Euch wert? :P :*
I’M RE-OPENING MY COMMISSIONS! PRICES + INFO DOWN BELOW:
sketched art: - half body 15 EURO - full body 20 EURO - colors +5 EURO per character - every additional character + 50%
lineart: - half body 35 EURO - full body 45 EURO - every additional character + 50%
colored art: - half body 75 EURO -full body 90 EURO every additional character + 50%
backgrounds can be added for the following prices: - simple BG 20 EURO - painted BG 40 - 60 EURO
expression/sketch sheets: - around 5 or 6 faces (as many as I can fit on a paper) - fixed price of 50 EURO
please pay attention to my COMMISSION GUIDELINES and PRICELIST
before you write your request. you can also always send me an ask or
message if you got any questions. my work is not limited to the examples
I picked here. if there’s a certain piece on my blog you’d like your
commission to look like, let me know!
Because I needed some crack in my life. This is a gift for @geek-fashionista who requested my joke idea become a fic.
And because writing ridiculous Gabe content cheers me up and I needed a good pick me up. (Hopefully this will get me back in the mood to finish the next chapter of Cut from the Same cloth. If nothing else it felt good to really sit down and write again.)
The not so secret diary of Gabriel Agreste
(Edited and catalogued by Nathalie Sancoeur)
So apparently driving 4 employees to a nervous breakdown in the span of 2 weeks is a problem to my board of directors. They claim it’s ‘not good for the company’. Also, apparently, backhanding one of them during the meeting for suggesting I ‘take a leave of absence to deal with the loss of your wife’ counts as assault.
To avoid charges, and more importantly a forced sabbatical, I have agreed to see a therapist. Hence this ridiculous writing exercise. Oh well. At least it is only one wasted hour a week as opposed to several months of sitting in my house, watching them drive my company into the ground with their ineptitude.
My therapist says that I have a problem.
Of course I have a problem! My wife is missing. Honestly, I have to pay this man?
He says that I need to be ‘focused on healing and rebuilding a new sense of normalcy instead of lashing out at the people around me.’
Well perhaps if the people around me weren’t so incompetent I wouldn’t need to lash out so much.
Nathalie- does it count as attending my therapy sessions if I send a proxy in my place? Please investigate.
My therapist has informed me that I am developing an obsession, and that he is concerned that the loss of my wife and my need to get her back is driving me to an unhealthy dissociative state.
Well maybe that’s why it is so important that I get her back. Did you ever think of that? Then I won’t need to waste my time adjusting to my new circumstances, because everything can just go back to the way it was. It’s really not that complicated. For someone whose job it is to ‘help me cope with my grief’ he is quite the pessimist. He keeps insisting we discuss the possibility of if she never comes back. Thank God these sessions are only an hour long, I don’t need to get charged with assault again.
Happy belated birthday, @ravnesque!! Hope you’ve had an amazing day yesterday! Sorry that this is late, and also that it’s also probably such a mess with grammar and all, but I just wanted to give you something for your b-day ahh!! I’ll probably have to read it through later aka. when it’s not late at night haha, but yeah, hope you like this!! <3 <3
(Also just general disclaimer: I have no idea how much a manga costs in Euros/in France, but according to my quick research, I think 18-20 Euros is correct for two manga? Idk please correct me if anyone knows x3)
The bell chimed as a customer arrived, and, looking up from her book
with a friendly smile, Marinette greeted the new customer. “Hello! Is
there anything you’re looking for?”
The customer seemed startled at having been noticed so fast, and
mumbled something akin to “I’m just looking” as he continued further
into the shop. He was clad in a hoodie and wore large sunglasses. The typical
celebrity disguise from movies and anime. Marinette resisted the urge to raise
an eyebrow, but instead continued with her book.
After a minute or two, the stranger was back. “You wouldn’t happen
to have any comics, would you?” The timid mumble from earlier was
completely gone. Now his voice, while quite dark and suave, sounded somewhat
fake. Yet at the same time, it also sounded strangely familiar.
“Sure! They’re in the back, there’s an entire wall covered in
comics and manga there, shouldn’t be hard to find,” Marinette grinned,
pointing between some shelves to the back of the store.
The stranger seemed a bit taken aback, and blushed. “Thank you, kind
lady,” he said in the same suave, voice, doing a small bow in thanks as he
disappeared into the back again.
Now that Marinette thought about it, something about the stranger in
general seemed familiar. Was it maybe someone she knew? No, nobody she knew
went around dressed like that. Or talked in such a way for that matter. Maybe
someone from TV then? Despite the size of their store, there were actually
several celebrities who came to there quite regularly. Then again, they all
tended to act naturally, unlike this young man.
She heard a small gasp, and leaned to the left to see between the
bookshelves at her newest customer. It seemed he had finally found the back row
of comics and manga, which he seemed quite ecstatic about. She heard something
that sounded akin to hushed gushing coming from the stranger and couldn’t help
but smile. There was a reason why their book store was one of the favorites in
“You have the newest volumes of Yona of the dawn!!” The stranger was suddenly in front of her
again, fake voice forgotten in his excitement. Marinette was almost certain
that if this stranger had had a tail, he’d have wagged it back and forth in
Marinette giggled. “Yes, we get all the manga faster than the
other book stores because of my family.”
“Woah, and yet I never knew about this place until today,”
the stranger said, astonished. Then, it seemed as if he remembered something,
and he coughed rather awkwardly. “Uh… I’ll take these then,” the fake
voice was back, to Marinette’s continued amusement.
“Alright then, that’ll be 18 euros, please,” Marinette said,
not able to hide her smile at the changing behavior of her customer. He blushed
again as he paid, staring intently down at the bank terminal. Putting his two
books into a plastic bag, Marinette held it out for him to take.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, awkwardly putting away his wallet before taking
the bag. He was about to walk over to the door, but seemed hesitant. The fake
act seemed to have disappeared once again. “Do you.. mind if I stay a little
longer? Someone was following me, which is why I came in here in the first
“Sure, this is a book store after all, look around for as long as you
want,” Marinette smiled gently. She knew that that was how the celebrities that
were now regulars had found their store as well. “Oh, there’s also a small
reading room with some couches out that door,” Marinette pointed to a door to
her left. “If you want, you can read your manga there, then leave later.”
“Really?” Marinette nodded. “Wow, that’s really nice. Thank you! A book
store with a reading room…A bit weird but at the same time really fitting,” he
mumbled the last part to himself as he walked over to the door and disappeared
Marinette couldn’t help but look after him as her weird, but cute,
customer walked away. There was this familiar feeling hanging over it all, but Marinette
still couldn’t quite figure out just where she knew him from.
Several customers came and left; some of them were new faces to Marinette,
other were old regulars which she happily chatted away with as they looked over
what new books had arrived or which book they wanted to read. After an hour had
passed, Marinette finally decided that she had to go and check up on the
customer from earlier. Walking into the small reading room, she found him
splayed on one of the couches, face resting on top of one of the new manga he’d
bought earlier. The hoodie had slid halfway off his head to reveal messy blonde
locks and a young face with dark circles underneath his eyes.
Marinette instantly recognized him, almost giving a little squeal as
she did so, but stopped herself. He seemed worn out, so instead she left the
room again and said to any customer who asked about it that the reading room
was closed for the day. This was nothing new as they had let people use it
several times before, both celebrities and regular people who needed a nap or
some peace. Her father called it their safe haven, and had said that it was
just as important for them to use as it was for them to share it with other
people. Marinette had used it once herself, but usually just used her room instead
as that was just as quiet and secluded.
Half an hour later, the new customer came outside again, yawning as
pulled the hoodie over his head again. The sunglasses were already in place,
hiding whatever grogginess his eyes might have displayed.
“Sleep well?” Marinette couldn’t help but ask when she saw him, which
once again made him blush.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your reading
room,” he shuffled his feet, looking away from her gaze.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first one,” Marinette smiled,
hoping that he might feel a little more at ease knowing that. “Also, if you
want to, you can come back here again and have a nap. We don’t mind.”
The stranger turned his head towards her again. “But you don’t know me.
Why would you let a stranger sleep on one of your couches like that? I could
“No, you couldn’t,” Marinette found herself saying, somehow knowing
that this stranger wouldn’t do anything to harm her. Well, except maybe accidentally
knocking a bookshelf over in his excitement. “And excuse me for saying this,
but it really looked like you needed that nap, so feel free to come again at
any time, Mr. Agreste.”
The stranger, Adrien Agreste, already a famous music artist despite his young
age, looked astonished at her. “I’m sorry, when I went to check on you, your
sun glasses had slid off, so I recognized you,” Marinette quickly apologized, a
smile playing on her lips. “Though if I might say so, I don’t think the ‘movie
celebrity disguise’ works, at least not for sleeping on couches.”
Adrien Agreste was quiet for a moment, and Marinette wondered if she
might have gone too far, but then he chuckled. “I guess you’re right, maybe I
should use swimming goggles next time.”
“Please don’t,” Marinette laughed as well. “Then the disguise definitely
wouldn’t work.” They both laughed. “But, as I said, feel free to come by if you
need a breather or a nap. We always have some room to spare if you need it.”
Adrien removed his sunglasses. “What’s your name?”
“Thank you, Marinette, that is really kind of you. I really appreciate
it,” Adrien said and smiled, which in turn made Marinette blush.
“N-no problem!” Marinette stuttered.
“We’ll meet again then, my lady,” Adrien said, still smiling, as he put
on his sunglasses and turned to the door.
“Have a n-nice day,” Marinette said automatically, still blushing. When
he was out the door, Marinette sat down on the chair behind the counter. Weirdly
enough, she was used to deal with celebrities, just not celebrities at her own
age. And it seemed Alya was right about him, for once, he actually was even
cuter up close.
Still don’t know wtf gestalt principles are
Officially hate snail symbolism but y'all sure as hell know I destroyed Trump in my essay
And whooooooo decided that Austria-Hungary should be a good topic for a short answer
Okay so I’ve been putting off writing my essay for two weeks I can do it for another twenty minutes but something I really wanna bring to the table in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom:
Tips for Fanfic Writers About Paris/France
I know a lot of y’all are Americans/non Europeans and I could never fault you for not knowing what life in Paris is like, but with some fics out there it’s like I’m in the Midwest instead of the capital of France (if I have to read one more fic where Nino says y’all..) So, here are some writing/culture tips if you want to make your fic more authentic:
try not to reference to American brands unless you know for sure they are international. McDonald’s is universal and a-okay, Target really is North-America only. Research French franchises/brands/corporations.
On the other hand, a lot of American/anglophone media is consumed by Europeans, so referencing American pop culture is less out of place.
For the clubbing/college fics: teenagers/college students/people barely or never take a cab in Paris. It’s the most expensive way of getting around and even adults won’t even consider it. Alternatives: subway (used a LOT), buses, bicycles. Also, teenagers start driving at 18, so if your fic is set in high school, no using cars to get around! For trips to the rest of the country/europe: the train system is pretty good and widely used, even to get to other countries. Planes if it’s a distance that can’t be breached within 12 hours, usually. We’re not as used to long car rides.
we pay with euros, not dollars. Yes, I’ve seen authors use dollars. coins: 5 cents, 10 cents, 20 cents, 50 cents, 1 euro, 2 euros. bills: 5 euros, 10 euros, 20 euros, 50 euros, 100 euros, 200 euros, 500 euros.
If you’re writing about the high school system, don’t use the American one. So, no seniors/AP classes/SATs/middle school. Be ambiguous or do research. It’s all on Wikipedia, folks.
Croissants are a breakfast/lunch food, not a pastry. They’re more like buns than like cupcakes or macarons and aren’t really considered snack food. Also, it’s not the only French food in existance, people. Try switching to madeleines, baguettes, foie gras or escargots (joke) every once in a while.
if you wanna be really hardcore about it, switch to the metric system.
campus housing is not a thing. Students mostly/exclusively rent out small rooms/apartments throughout town. Tuition is often not nearly as expensive as in the USA and students get government funding so student debt isn’t that big of a deal in France as it is in the USA.
Keep in mind that Paris is a city that’s centuries old. Layers upon layers of history are all compiled into one place. Within one mile you might see a cathedral that is from the 11th century and a townhouse from the 18th. That people still live in. If you like to be descriptive, mention the neoclassical or baroque buildings Marinette might encounter on her way to work. Especially in the center of the town, around the Seine, there’s little to no skyscrapers bc of building restrictions. The historical buildings as well as the view need to be preserved.
France has a large North-African population. When making OCs, maybe a Moroccan or Tunesian one is something to consider?
Most Parisian/European houses don’t have separate bathrooms per bedroom. Marinette does not have a bathroom adjoining her room as seen in the show, yet people still like to give her one in fics. Also, houses in the city are usually quite cramped. Adrien is a rich kid and therefore an exception.
replace every coffeeshop you’ve typed up in your fic with café. Don’t let your characters order takeout, it’s not nearly done as often as in the US.
when mentioning clothing sizes, stick to L/XL/M/XS etc. The number system works a bit different here: women’s sizes are about 32-46, jumping even numbers (36-38-40 etc.) Same goes for shoe sizes: women wear about 35-42 and men wear 38-46.
Paris is divided into 20 parts called arondissements. the numbers follow the same swirl as the shell of a snail, which is an easy way to remember it. Neighbourhoods are called quartiers. BC Paris is a historical city and was grown instead of planned like most American cities, the streets are a maze instead of a roster. There’s no such thing as numbered streets or blocks.
the river is called the Seine, not La Seine. La means the (feminine), so the La Seine river means the the Seine river.
Again, if you wanna go hardcore: don’t use AM or PM but military time, as that is used exclusively in europe. (except for the UK but we don’t count the UK. Fuck Brexit) So 2 PM becomes 14:00, 11 PM becomes 23:00 etc. In speech the regular numbers are still used however, bc context shows whether it’s AM or PM.
Any other questions, ask me or other french/european miraculers! Feel free to add more French culture stuff you come across, I’d love that! I’m going to Paris for the fourth time next week, so I pretty much know what I’m talking about and can help with landmarks etc.!
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I need to raise a last hundred or so dollars to ship my ass back to France with my husband, namely the cost of the train tickets from Brussels to Mulhouse. I can draw stuff like seen above starting at 20 euros - half of what I’d normally ask of that center one - and you can do your mitzvah for the month .w.
This isn’t a protest against the Left, this is a protest against a party that is social democrat in name only. This is a protest against a party that functions on bribery, nepotism, electoral fraud, and electoral lies, run by people who have gotten rich because they stole from public funds and because they encouraged graft, a party that is as nationalistic and religious and conservative as right parties that tend to lean on the extreme side.
This is a protest against Liviu Dragnea, a condemned criminal who is trying to manipulate the law of an entire country to erase his criminal record and the criminal records of his friends, and also who wants to allow his fellow party members to steal more from taxpayer money. A condemned criminal who is trying to close the Anti Graft Department for actually doing their jobs. A protest against a condemned criminal who took money from his county’s Child Protection Services and gave them to his ex wife and brought the state a prejudice of 20 000 euros, and some even say he laundered 1 billion euros, and who participated in electoral fraud. Against a megalomaniac who tried to pass a law that would forbid mocking him on the internet. Against a megalomaniac who wants to change the law in order to become prime minister, because currently our legislation prevents a condemned criminal to occupy a high state function. A megalomaniac who threatened our president with suspension for enforcing this law. A megalomaniac who accuses a mostly peaceful protest (with the exception of agitators that his own party sent apparently) of being a “ coup d’etat”, who compared a peaceful protest with miners breaking a protest and beating up intellectuals at his own former party bosses’ orders. A supreme asshole who defies an entire country, who looks and speaks to us condescendingly, as if we’re all stupid and he’s the only intelligent one. A supreme asshole who is willing to fuck our entire country, to damage our relations with the EU just for the sake of his massive ego.
Bonus: here is Romania’s Supreme Asshole after he spent 1 million dollars so he could travel to the US to meet America’s Supreme Asshole and take this shitty picture.