People spend hours each day starting at computers and smartphones, but rarely see the minuscule circuits that make them work. But if you take a close look at a microprocessor, you’ll see something amazing. “It looks like a three-dimensional skyline,” says Christoph Morlinghaus. “You can get totally lost in it.”

The images in Computerwelt are rich in detail, each component sharply defined. It does look like you’re gazing down on a city, the buildings casting shadows on the streets below them. It’s a fascinating glimpse into the technology you take for granted, even as you’re staring at it right now.

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alebarqueroramirez  asked:

What do you think about Chara, i mean all the different personalities that different people give them

((Chara is honestly the most fascinating thing to happen to the ut fandom, imo because it’s a very rare occasion in fandom where you get an overwhelming flourish of OCs viewed in a positive light.

And yes, I do mean OCs. Every Chara representation out there is an OC by all means because while there are a lot of clues and hints in-game as to what kind of person Chara was, it’s all just guesswork and patching bits together. Even if two Charas use the same information from the game in the same way, they won’t be identical because there’s so much empty space in between. In that empty space, you get to see each person projecting their desires and personality into this empty vessel. 

I say they are OCs because if you took away their name, backstory, and iconic striped sweater, they would be unrecognizable. Like people could take guesses and see inspirations, but they are very obviously a different character. You could take a character like Papyrus or Undyne and mess up all of those basic pieces but if your portrayal of them is accurate to canon, their identity is obvious. You can’t do this with the kids.

Both Chara and Frisk are blank slates which lets this happen. All Charas and Frisks are OCs because there’s such little information about their real personalities but at the same time they’re all legitimate interpretations of canon for that same reason! For instance, you see a lot of Sanses out there that are obvious OCs but you can use things he’s said and done in-game to prove your point, but Chara and Frisk? You can try but it’s going to be much more difficult to find non-biased proof.

So anyways… there are a lot of interpretations out there that aren’t my cup of tea, but they are no less legitimate than my own interpretation and I think that’s AWESOME.

laireshi  asked:

I have to say I can't wait for Infamous Iron Man. It's such a fascinating idea! I'm very excited.

thank you.  there is SO much story potential for victor now. i  shoved so much in the first issue just to prove it. can’t wait for you to see it.


fascinating how so many of the people positioning themselves as the true radical heirs to “queers read this” have blatantly never read it (or don’t remember what it says) because if they had they would notice that it directly contradicts their politics in several major ways

Hitler’s Valet Talks about his Crazy Clothes

Karl Wilhelm Krause (1911-2001) was Hitler’s valet from 1934-1939. He wrote a fascinating book about his boss in 1949, 10 Years Day and Night as Hitler’s Valet:

Inexplicably, this book has never been translated into English, though a new German edition appeared a few years ago:

The book offers valuable insight into Adolf Hitler as a private man, so I will translate the best portions and present them here. The first installment is about Hitler’s stubbornness regarding his clothes. Before we get started, here is a photo of Karl Wilhelm Krause. The translated excerpt begins below:

When I first came into Hitler’s service, his clothing was quite simple. It consisted of one tuxedo, one set of white tie and tails, a Cutaway (which he only wore once, on May 21, 1933 in Potsdam), and some suits: black, tan, blue and other colors. He had five uniform jackets, three pairs of black pants and four pairs of boots. His suits were all cut the same way and were not expensive. A middle-level civil servant would have worn the same types of suits.

There were many women around Hitler who remonstrated with him about his poor clothing style. These women consisted of Gerdy Troost, who nagged him about his “disreputable trench coats”. Magda Goebbels tried to get him to change his wardrobe as well, but most of all it was Eva Braun who was at a loss to try and get him to dress with more style. She tried to get him to buy more suits and different uniforms as well. It was mostly all in vain.

Hitler’s uniforms were made in Berlin, his suits were made in Munich. His trench coats were made by Herpich in Berlin. Rarely did Hitler allow a tailor to make measurements or to get near him. Eva Braun begged him to have measurements taken, but Hitler said to them, “just take my old jackets and cut them to the same specifications.”

Oftentimes I would ask Hitler, “when can the tailor come and make new measurements?” It was usually a waste of time. During my nearly 7 years of service, the tailor made measurements maybe a total of 10 times. Then these sessions could not last more than 2 or 3 minutes. Few things (besides going to the dentist) were more disagreeable for Hitler than to have a tailor touch him!

  • Hitler in the trench coat Gerdy Troost suggested for him:

Hitler wore all of his clothes very loosely on his body. You have no idea of the criticism I heard about this, especially from the ladies. From all sides was Hitler’s manner of dress criticized, even in letters from the people, which always poured in. It was part of my job that Hitler look presentable to his people and I got a lot of reproaches.

Finally I decided on my own to try and “fix” his clothes. I took in his pants and also tried to make his jackets tighter. I did this myself when Hitler was not watching his closet. But, oh my God, the pain! (doch, o weh!) Hitler immediately noticed that his clothes were tighter and he would reproach me by throwing down the garment and giving me a look.

And his hats! This was another battle I fought (along with Eva Braun), and we fought this battle in vain. Hitler rarely went outside without covering his head. His eyes were very sensitive because he had been gassed in World War I.

  • Hitler’s dreaded visor cap:

His civilian hats were all bought at Seidl’s in Munich and his uniform caps were bought in Berlin. Eva Braun made her wishes known in this regard and sometimes purchased civilian hats for him. He wore those on occasion, but not without a little grumbling.

The manner in which wore his uniform caps was simply impossible.

This was an ongoing battle which lasted years between us. I would say to him quite openly, “a railroad employee might wear such awful caps, or a mailman, but otherwise, no other human being!” Then Hitler would look me up and down and say simply, “Who wears the cap? You or I?”

My answer was to criticize the caps again and this impertinence didn’t seem to disturb him in the slightest.

One year at the Nuremberg party rally, I secretly removed the frame from one of his uniform caps. The cap immediately looked 100% better on him. Hitler didn’t notice the change right away. It was only when we were in the car driving to the rally that Hitler first noticed it. I thought he was going to personally throw me out of the car! I got a royal chewing on that day and Hitler told me to go back to the Hotel Deutscher Hof and get the frame from the hat.

  • Here is Hitler’s cap with the frame removed:

When I returned and put it back into the cap, he was immediately in a good mood again. Hitler then strictly forbade me to ever alter his caps again. I actually believe the entire German population laughed at the manner in which he wore his caps. This caused Eva Braun no small amount of grief. She also threw up her hands in despair at his shoes and his boots.

One bone of contention that Eva Braun had was that Hitler refused to get rid of his old favorite pair of boots which he’d worn even in the 1920’s. I bought for him three new pairs of boots in the exact style and material as his old one. I would lay the boots out for him, but he’d just go into his closet and get "the ratty ones” out and wear those. It was a never-ending battle.

  • Hitler’s “ratty old boots:

These horrible old boots that Hitler wore also became a sort of running joke among the people. They had old creases and folds in them and up close looked worn and old. Hitler refused to part from them, however. It was only when he visited Musssolini that he finally agreed to get a new pair.

And his civilian shoes! This was another ongoing struggle which I battled along with Eva Braun. She positively detested his “shellacked” black shoes which had a high buff shine to them. She called them “dancing shoes for a tap dancer, not the Fuehrer.” Many times I heard her upbraid him for his shoes, especially wearing black shoes with a tan or light-colored suit. She herself personally purchased for him several pairs of brown shoes. They sat untouched in his closet.

  • An example of Hitler wearing black shoes with light-colored suit:

Eva Braun also bought him many pairs of socks which he only would wear rarely. His socks were so short that he constantly was pulling them up. He even tried to blame me for this and once said, “is it too much to ask that the Führer can’t get a decent pair of socks?” I mentioned that Fräulein Braun had bought him many pairs and pointed them out. Hitler said nothing, glanced at the socks, but didn’t wear them. It was always impossible with him and his clothing.

  • Hitler’s socks:

Frau Kannenberg (wife of Hitler’s Berghof “butler”) and I scoured the shops of Berlin for socks and shoes for him. All to no avail. His insistence on wearing black shoes with light suits was an abomination (ein Greuel). 

This went on for years. Every evening, I would lay out Hitler’s clothes for the following day. I had devised a type of “clothes rack” where everything would be laid out. Every time I laid out a light-colored suit with appropriate brown suits, he would go into the closet himself, bring out the black shoes and wear those!

Eva Braun and I never saw eye to eye and we spoke rarely to one another. But she approached me several times about this and said, “why is der Chef (the boss) still wearing the black shoes? What is going on?” I told her honestly that I laid out the appropriate shoes, but he was so stubborn he selected his own.

  • Krause on the left with Hitler in 1934:

Finally in 1937 I approached the three women that were closest to Hitler and asked them for help on this ongoing issue. 

I approached Frau Goebbels (who was very, very fond of Hitler), Gerdy Troost  and I even approached Eva Braun, who was cool to me and I to her. But I enlisted them in my battle to make the Führer  change his ways with his shoes. Hitler put great emphasis on Frau Troost’s clothes sense and sense of style. It was she who managed to get him to give up wearing his old trench coat of the Kampzeit (the years of struggle).

Eva nagged him a lot about this, but it was without success. If he ever wore brown shoes with a light-colored suit, I never saw it more than a handful of times.

With Hitler’s ties it was the same thing. In the manner of ties, he was incredibly stubborn and self-willed. Every evening I would select his suit for the following day and put it on my clothes horse. I would then select three or four suitable ties to go with it, with appropriate colors. 

Eva Braun also was involved in this. But nearly every morning, I noticed that Hitler would ignore my selection of ties and instead go into his closet and select a completely ridiculously colored tie! Oftentimes the ties would clash horribly with the suit color. It was an eyesore.

Some examples of Hitler’s crazy polka dot ties with striped suits:

Finally in 1935 or 1936, Hitler “saw the light” about this. We were in Munich and in a hurry one morning. Hitler was going to visit the studio of Frau Troost, whom he greatly esteemed. She was one of the few women whom Hitler really listened to and he respected her a great deal. Because he was in a hurry, he happened to put on one of the ties I had selected for him.

  • Gerdy Troost with Hitler in 1935:

When Frau Troost saw him, her face lit up and she said, “a wonderful tie!! You have done well this morning!” Hitler was pleased, because nearly every other time, she would greet him with, “Mein Führer, an impossible tie!” She would say this when he would wear his yellow and orange tie with polka dots over a blue suit with stripes. He clashed all the time.

When Frau Troost would criticize his ties she usually would throw me a reproachful look. I refused to take her passive criticism and spoke up. I would say, “the appropriately colored tie I laid out last night. He refuses to wear it.” Hitler would never say anything during these exchanges and did not bring it up to me later on.

Eva Braun was more lenient on his ties and liked to see him wear outlandishly garish ties. He didn’t like red ties and wore those but seldom. He also would wear ties she purchased for him, though rarely with the correct colored suits. And his habit of wearing striped suits with polka dots made Eva almost have a nervous breakdown. Again, this was a battle which was ongoing and lasted until the war broke out and thereafter Hitler only wore his field grey uniform with black tie.

The one area where Hitler looked quite well was the white tie and tails. Even Eva Braun could find nothing with which to criticize. But he didn’t know how to tie his white ties and I had to do it for him. Hitler said that I had to do this “very quickly” and wanted them tied in 25 seconds or less. If it took longer than 25 seconds, he would get antsy and start stomping his foot down. When Heinz Linge took over this job for Hitler, he told me Hitler even had a stop watch and it had to be done in less than 25 seconds!

  • Krause opening the door for Hitler:

Sometimes I deliberately went slowly, just to test his limits and this would make Hitler furious. But he almost never really lost his temper and never yelled. He was actually very mild mannered. Then when I went slowly, he would sigh and say, “what are you thinking about?” I blandly said, “I’m thinking that my job is not so ordinary and boring when I can take more time to do things right.”

Hitler wasn’t accustomed to anyone in his service talking so openly with him. One day at the Berghof, he said to his guests, “See here my man Krause. He deliberately ties my ties for my tuxedo in 2 minutes when I have instructed him to take 25 seconds, tops. Then he will just look and at me with a sly smile and give me an ironic laugh. Nothing disturbs him. I would dearly love to have just 5 minutes of such calm in my life.”

In the matter of Hitler’s shoes, I can say that Eva Braun finally did win one of her battles, but only when she was around Hitler. 

One day in 1937 we arrived in Munich and immediately Hitler wanted to go to his old hang out, the Osteria Bavaria. He was so rushed he didn’t even visit his Munich apartment first, but wanted to change his clothes at the Führerbau. He instructed me to go over to his flat and bring him a fresh shirt and his light tan suit. I almost fell over when he turned around in the car and said, “and bring the brown shoes with it!”

  • Krause walking behind Hitler in 1937:

I was ecstatic! I drove over to Hitler’s flat and there was his housekeeper, Anni Winter. I had already called her and told her to have the light suit and brown shoes ready. But when I got to the apartment, Frau Winter said, “Eva took the brown shoes to the Berghof with her! There aren’t any here!”

When I returned to the Führerbau, I got him alone and said, “Mein Führer, forgive me! I have begged you for years to wear the brown shoes with the light suits, now I have forgotten the brown shoes!”

I was prepared for a dressing down. I didn’t want to mention Eva Braun to him, since he knew we were not on friendly terms. But he must have suspected she was involved because he merely said to me, “are the shoes at the Berghof? Were they removed by another person?”

  • Krause on the right with Speer and Hitler, 1937:

That was his indirect manner of mentioning her to me. 

I merely said, “Jawohl, mein Führer, you have hit the nail on the head!” Then he let the matter rest. 

Hitler decided to go to the Osteria in uniform and then we drove to the Berghof. The next day, to my great surprise, I saw him wear for the first time brown shoes with a light suit. On this momentous occasion, I even said a word or two to Eva Braun and quietly congratulated her. She merely smiled.

To the matter of undershirts and underwear, there were thankfully no disagreements. Hitler never wore an undershirt, or a T-shirt underneath his dress shirts. He changed his shirt many times a day even though it was unnecessary. He wore simple white short underwear. He never changed his style of short underwear in my years of service.

  • Krause stands behind Hitler:

Once we had a small “fight” about his underwear. He had 7 or 8 pairs of underwear and I noticed one day they were getting a little old looking. So I bought 8 new pairs. They were made of the exact same material as his old ones, same color and they were the identical size (48 European, 32 inch waist American measurements). I removed his old underwear one day and replaced them with the identical style new pairs.

Well, this was not a success in Hitler’s eyes. One morning during his breakfast in his study, he motioned me towards him as he stood eating his morning chocolate bar. I couldn’t believe it when he literally tossed a pair of his new underwear at my feet and said calmly, “you can take these things and toss them. These are totally impossible underwear!”

I merely bent down and picked them up. I myself had worn an exact pair since we had the same waist size. I thought they were wonderful, soft and comfortable. Well, a few weeks passed and we were on a journey to Bad Godesberg. The hotel took Hitler’s clothes to wash them and some of the chambermaids (I think) stole them as objects of fascination. In any case, his clothes vanished.

What was I to do? I already mentioned I was wearing the exact size and style of Hitler’s underwear. I went to my own suitcase and I had two pairs still not removed from their package. I took them and laid them out for Hitler on his hotel bed. I was expecting him to get upset, but he never did and never mentioned the matter again. It must just have been one of his moods earlier on when he tossed the underwear at my feet.

  • Krause stands between his boss and Mussolini:

Now, when we traveled somewhere, his clothes also became a matter of contention because he was always so vague about things. I would say, “how long will we be away?” I had to know in order to prepare his personal things. Hitler would never be specific. He’d just say, “a few days” or he might say, “a week,” but he would not say anything more than that. But then all hell would break loose if I forgot something or didn’t have it available for him.

Because Hitler was so vague prior to his trips, sometimes I would pack two suitcases for him when we would be gone one night, and sometimes pack 1 half a suitcase when we would be gone two weeks. I always had to pack a tuxedo or white tie and tails because he might at the last moment decide to attend the opera.

  • Krause directly behind Hitler:

Before I conclude this chapter on Hitler’s clothing, let me mention also that he put great store on cleanliness. He was really very very particular about himself and keeping himself fresh and clean. He always had a faint aroma of soap.

I have mentioned he used two razor blades for each shave and took two baths a day. But his changing of his clothes was also extreme! I believe he got into this habit because Eva Braun endlessly changed her clothes. So Hitler then took up this habit, which could get tedious.

His underwear he changed three or four times every day! Then sometimes, strangely, he would go back to changing them only once a day. While at the Berghof, the changing of his underwear was usually 2 or 3 times a day. Same with his shirts. 

Hitler had previously worn separate shirt and collar and he still was doing this when I came into his service. It was only under Eva Braun’s tutelage that he changed to a shirt with collar. He never wore anything but white shirts, never a sports shirt, despite the nagging of Eva.

  • Hitler in Bayreuth in 1937 with Krause:

He never wore long underwear, always his short underwear. Even in the coldest weather he said, “no long underwear! I wouldn’t be seen in such things." 

He also never wore a belt unless it was a uniform belt, but he wore suspenders. For years he insisted on wearing a linen nightshirt, something which Eva Braun positively despised. Her reproaches about this fell on deaf ears until 1938. She purchased for his 49th birthday a dozen pairs of blue and white pajamas. These were the colors of Bavaria and bought especially for him.

Hitler wore these only in Munich or the Berghof. He still insisted on the nightshirts when he stayed other places.

To see a fascinating interview with Krause, watch this on Youtube. Krause discusses the real man, Adolf Hitler:


To read about Hitler’s clothes from the perspective of his housekeeper, please see:


People need illusions to be alive and well. Depressed people see themselves more realistic than people who are not.
Everyone has illusions and thoughts about themselves that are not true because it’s what saves us.
Some illusions are more socially accepted than others.
I often ask myself: Where is the line that separates healthy illusions from insanity? And why is seeing yourself realistically so unhealthy?

shallura week day one- discovery

title: the limits of stars

summary: Allura is a language Shiro is desperate to learn.

word count: 1331

warnings: one mention of blood, kissing (but that’s what yall are here for)

author’s note: HAPPY SHALLURA WEEK!!!! It’s like friggin christmas.

Takashi Shirogane began learning English at the age of seven. His classmates wouldn’t for another year or so, but his mother taught him at the kitchen table on his days off school, beginning with the basic alphabet. Shiro found it fascinating how so few characters could make so many sounds, when his native tongue had characters by the thousands, most of which could be pronounced more than one way. English, he thought, was more mathematics than language—words were not units of their own, but the sums of smaller parts.  

As he advanced in his study, he began to learn idioms, and idioms, he found, were his favorite. Directly translated into another tongue, they made no sense. Had no place in everyday conversation. But within their language, they took on meanings that described what the literal never quite could.

He wrote, “The sky’s the limit” in neat Roman script on the cover of his English notebooks. It meant, “you can do anything you set your mind to”, and every day, he gave himself a new sky, a new height to reach.

It was only natural that he became a pilot.

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Hitler’s Valet Talks about his Life in Berlin

Karl Wilhelm Krause (1911-2001) was Hitler’s valet from 1934-1939. He wrote a fascinating book about his boss in 1949, 10 Years Day and Night as Hitler’s Valet. 

I am in the process of translating various chapters from the book. This is Krause’s chapter on Hitler’s life in Berlin. He usually spent 9 days a month there and much preferred being in either Munich or the Obersalzberg.

Before Hitler would go to be at night, he would always tell me what time I should awaken him. His words would be, “wake me up at 8:30,” for instance. I would always put messages and telegrams that came in during the evening on a stool right outside his bedroom. Hitler would always say to me at night before retiring, “Good night!” Oftentimes he would also shake my hand. My answer would always be, “Good night! Have a pleasant sleep.”

Hitler always locked himself into his room at night. In Berlin, his quarters were on the first floor of the old Reich Chancellery and consisted of a work room, a library, his own bathroom and his bedroom.

  • Krause behind Hitler in 1936

When I had to awaken Hitler in Berlin, I would go up to the door of his bedroom, knock quietly and then await his answer. I would say something like, “Good morning, mein Führer! It is 8:30 a.m.!” (or 9:00, whatever the time was). Hitler would answer one of three ways: “thanks!” or “thank you” or “thank you very much.” His greeting depended on his mood.

Then I prepared his breakfast, which never changed. Hitler’s breakfast always consisted of two cups of warm milk, 10 pieces of Leibniz cookies and a chocolate bar. I would heat his milk up myself with a little apparatus in the kitchen.

  • Leibniz cookies:

Hitler’s favorite morning chocolate, Mozart Kugeln: 

Hitler’s morning routine really never varied. It always took him 22 to 23 minutes each morning to get himself ready. During that time, he took a bath, shaved himself and dressed himself. Hitler always took that exact amount of time each morning while in Berlin. He would emerge from his private rooms as he was putting on his jacket.

  • Krause behind Hitler in 1935

Hitler always shaved himself. In the years I was with him from 1934-1939, nobody else ever shaved him. He was very particular about shaving. He always used two blades, one for each cheek. He also used two different razors, one for the “pre-shave” and one for the “after shave,” as he explained to me.

His soap was Steckenpferd-Lilienmilch, his shaving cream was Peri, his skin cream was Pfeilring, his cologne 4711 and his shampoo was Dr. Dralles Birkenwasser. He used Odol mouthwash and also used pine needle tablets in his bath. His Deodorant was Mum which we procured from the British embassy in Berlin.

  • Hitler’s deodorant brand:

After breakfast, which he ate alone and while standing up, Hitler would come out of his private rooms and greet me. It usually happened that he greeted me first. My greeting was always, “Good morning, mein Führer!” If I wasn’t in a good mood, I might only say “Morning!” His response to me was “good morning!” or sometimes just “Heil!”

  • Krause awaits Hitler in 1939

When Hitler was eating breakfast, he read the morning newspapers and any telegrams or letters which I left on the stool outside his bedroom. He would also peruse the lunch menu, which I always laid out for him. He would get nervous if foreigners or ladies were present. He would be very particular about the table appointments, salad dressing and things like that.

After that, Hitler went downstairs to begin his official day. I opened up all the doors for him, that was part of my job. Then the two chambermaids would come and clean his bedroom. I also entered his rooms and changed the razor blades in his razors.

At lunch, Hitler usually had the same old faces there. Speer, Goebbels and Werlin (a director of Mercedes Benz) were often there. Hitler would greet them all with a handshake and always say, “How are you? What’s new?” Sometimes foreign guests would be invited, but not often. Most of them were always extremely fascinated with Hitler’s arresting blue eyes. Many people thought Hitler had a very interesting stare. It was much commented upon.

  • A good example of Hitler’s “arresting” blue eyes

For instance, in 1934, British politician Anthony Eden came to Berlin to meet Hitler. After 20 minutes, he suddenly got up from the table and went into an anteroom. He told me through an interpreter, “I had to get up and out of there. If I spent 20 more minutes with Hitler, I could convert to being a Nazi!”

Women were especially enthusiastic about Hitler and made their interests known. But men were definitely not immune from his charm either. The race car driver Carraciola said to me once that he’d rather drive 300 km an hour than be alone with Hitler. His charm was too intense. When Hitler heard this, he was much amused.

  • Krause assisting Hitler out of his car in Bayreuth

The person in Berlin who Hitler seemed to enjoy the most was probably Dr. Goebbels. At least in the early days. One day Goebbels came to lunch and jokingly told him he had heard from the American ambassador that Roosevelt wanted to meet him. Hitler said, “Well, Herr Doktor, you will have to decide whether to go or not.” Goebbels immediately said, “no, no, I will remain here.”

Hitler and Goebbels joked around a lot together. Hitler loved telling one particular story. It happened in 1931 and Hitler was scheduled to give a speech in Berlin. The entrance price to the hall was 60 Pfennigs. At the last moment, Hitler had to cancel the speech and Goebbels was forced to take his place as the main speaker. The entrance fee was then lowered to 30 Pfennigs. Hitler would sometimes shush Goebbels at the table and say, “you have to be quiet, my little Doktor (Doktorchen), you’re only worth half of me!”

Göring  showed up sometimes and Hitler made fun of his fancy uniforms and medals. But Göring could make Hitler laugh and was allowed to tell some political jokes which Hitler liked. Early on he was also close to Julius Streicher, but they later had a falling out. I heard him say once to him, “You and your damned Stürmer (Streicher’s anti-Semitic newspaper) can get to packing!”

  • Hitler and Streicher in 1925

In the early years in Berlin, Hitler would usually go and drink coffee and eat cakes at the Hotel Kaiserhof. We always had a corner table reserved. The bodyguards would walk over there, but Hitler would go with me and a few adjutants by car. Goebbels and Goering took part in this routine, though they were seldom together. Hitler and Goebbels liked to discuss movies, primarily.

Hitler very rarely wore a uniform during these coffee hours, and just wore a suit. The coffee interlude generally lasted from 5:00-7:00, then we went back to the Reich Chancellery and prepared for dinner. Oftentimes film stars, opera singers and pretty women were invited for dinner.

Afterwards one or two films were shown. Hitler selected the titles himself from the Propaganda Ministry. They were usually American films. Sometimes Hitler disliked the movie and it had to be stopped. “Get rid of it! What nonsense!! Next!” (”Abbrechen! So ‘n Quatsch! Den nachsten!“)

Adolf Hitler saw every single film made in Germany or America from 1933 until the outbreak of the war. He watched 1-2 films every single evening unless we were travelling or an emergency arose.

After the war began in 1939, Hitler refused to watch films anymore. He said he couldn’t allow himself that luxury when his soldiers were deprived of it. He did, however, watch the Newsreels. From the winter of 1942 onwards, he stopped watching those as well.

After the films were over, Hitler retreated back to his private rooms. He would invite some of his guests with him and they’d sit in a corner of his study, drinking tea and the others might have some alcohol. Nobody was allowed to smoke in Hitler’s presence and all guests knew this. The conversation was very relaxed. They talked about everything except politics.

  • Hitler at a Berlin reception in 1939

Hitler also liked to discuss women’s fashion. He was fascinated by women’s clothing and the manner in which women wore their clothes. During these chats, I observed that Hitler was really a very charming and accomplished conversationalist. This was oftentimes told to me by German guests as well as foreigners. 

I usually stood 2 or 3 meters behind Hitler and could hear and see everything that was going on. Hitler effortlessly charmed everyone with his shy wit and manner. Really nobody else could compete with him, not even Goebbels.

These get togethers usually lasted until 2:00 or 3:00 am. Then Hitler would wish me good evening and go upstairs to his private rooms. He would then read in bed, either books or newspapers.

To see a fascinating interview with Krause, watch this on Youtube. Krause discusses the real man, Adolf Hitler:


The material above is taken from Zehn Jahre Kammerdiener bei Hitler, pages 12-21, Karl Wilhelm Krause, 1949.

anonymous asked:

The cloud that says "No, it's a feeling deep inside" is a criminally underappreciated character. I mean, he did more than the colored shapes ever did, but they are known and loved by everyone.

I do like that cloud a lot, but I am going to take this opportunity to theorize about why characters who do literally nothing get popular.

See, the cloud sang a line and transported Yellow to the love cult. That was his purpose and he served it. We know why he existed. The shapes with the googly eyes are universally loved I think is because 1. They show up in the very first video, the triangle in particular is one of the first things we see. 2. They do nothing, say nothing, and look silly. Leaving the question “What the hell are these?” Cue fans being fascinated with them and filling in the blanks by drawing them.

This is why I got fascinated with Laptop. They show up for all of 1 second, do nothing, say nothing, and never show up again. But they were cute and a living object presumably with a personality and voice like most other living objects. They also just had a cute design and nice colors.

But going on that logic, why didn’t the phone with a face in 5 get popular?

It can seem random when it comes to what characters/things fans latch onto. But I think there is something to it.

I See You: Chapter 6

Submitted by: you-make-me-wander

Description: She has never been kissed. He got expelled from his last school for sleeping with one of his teachers. What happens when they meet? Stydia AU

Rating: K+

Genre: Bad Boy!Stiles, Nerd!Lydia, Romance, Comfort

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anonymous asked:

I don't understand the huge thing please explain

oh, dear. i wish i had your blissful ignorance.

you see, as i’ve mentioned before, i come from upstate new york. it’s a lovely place, most of the time. the dairy is first-rate. the apple picking is fantastic. the history is beautiful–children take field trips to the battlefield at saratoga, or to one of the old locks on the erie canal. dutch names with double letters (kinderhook, rensselaer) are scattered like ashes across the region, a remnant of when we were once a colony of the orange. in the east, the majestic adirondack mountains are covered with pines, and giggling kids go on hay rides in the fall. in the west are cities filled with fascinating historical quirks–did you know the mormon church was founded in rochester? so was the spiritualist movement. there are thousands of stories in upstate new york, each one older and richer than the last.

but upstate new york is no eden. a specter haunts us.

and his name is billy fuccillo.

billy fuccillo is a car salesman, or at least he claims to be. i have long suspected he is something far more sinister.

he is an older man. how old, you wonder? perhaps sixty. perhaps six hundred. perhaps eternal. you don’t ever remember seeing your first billy fuccillo commercial. he has always been a constant present in your life, a clock more consistent than the sunrise.

his commercials air constantly, if you can even call them commercials. perhaps he tried to make them decent once, but they’ve long since devolved into little more than him shouting unintelligibly at the camera. sometimes he doesn’t even talk to the camera. he’ll talk to someone offscreen, unable to be heard or understood. you get the feeling there are no second takes with billy fuccillo’s commercials. he stands in front of a camera for thirty seconds and he is done. perhaps holding a corporeal form is draining. it feels almost as if the commercials are found footage from a peculiar, low-budget horror film, except that billy is not victim, but blair witch. most of the time he doesn’t even seem to be aware they’re rolling, until the very end. and oh, the end. the end is always the same.

“it’s huge.

no, no. not quite that.

“it’s hyoooooo-jah.” the u a snarl. the g a bite.

it is not a slogan. it is not a catchphrase. it is an accusation. it is an attack.

sometimes there is a blonde woman with him. her name is caroline. something about her seems to cry for help. sometimes she says the catchphrase. it is not the same.

sometimes there is a man that billy says is his son, billy jr. is that life in his eyes? or merely desperation?

sometimes he offers the chance to win a free cruise with him. it’s a good deal, but you do not enter. you have a very bad feeling about being trapped on a boat with billy fuccillo.

sometimes the slogan echoes in your head. you are sitting alone in your room and you swear you can hear billy’s voice talking about how huge his deals are as if he were sitting right behind you.
you check. he’s not. not now, anyway.

once or twice you dream about him. or perhaps you are already dreaming of something, and he merely arrives.

you are watching television. a commercial airs. you feel rage bubbling up inside you as he shouts the h-word, far more rage than is justified. your fists clench. the commercial ends, and suddenly, you are normal again. perhaps you say something to your mother about how much you hate those commercials. perhaps she absentmindedly agrees.

i’ve heard stories. they say he’s spreading with new dealerships. new york’s boundaries cannot hold him any more. he is in florida, they say. there are rumors he appears in the southwest, too, under different monikers. perhaps under a different face.

be careful, dear reader. he is expanding. he is coming. he could be so very near you.

be wary.

the consequences will be huge.