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Antonyms in German

 It’s always better to learn words in pairs, so here are a few antonym pairs in German (:

·       arm - reich (poor - rich)

·       dunkel - hell (dark - light)

·       frei - beschäftigt (free - busy)

·       früh - spät (early - late)

·       groß - klein (big - small)

·       gut - schlecht (good - bad)

·       immer - nie (always - never)

·       interessant - langweilig (interesting - boring)

·       jung - alt (young - old)

·       klug - dumm (clever - stupid)

·       lang - kurz (long - short)

·       langsam - schnell (slow - fast)

·       lebendig - tot (alive - dead)

·       leer - voll (empty - full)

·       leicht - schwer (easy - difficult)

·       neu - alt (new - old)

·       normal - seltsam/merkwürdig (normal - weird)

·       oft - selten (often - seldom)

·       rechts - links (right - left)

·       ruhig - nervös (calm - nervous)

·       schmutzig - sauber (dirty - clean)

·       schön - hässlich (beautiful - ugly)

·       sicher - gefährlich (safe - dangerous)

·       schwer - leicht (heavy - light)

·       teuer - billig (expensive - cheap)

·       verschieden - ähnlich (different - similar)

·       warm - kalt (warm - cold)

·       weich - hart (soft - hard)

·       weniger - mehr (less - more)


If you find any mistakes, please let me know!

What is a Hex, really? A History Lesson

Most of the time looking on tumblr you find the answer to the above question being that it is a form of dark magick, with an intensity somewhere between a jinx and a curse. However history tells a different story.

All too often, a hex in magical workings is mistaken for curse. A curse is very specific. It refers to a type of magic that is intended to cause misfortune or harm to another person or situation. The definition of a hex is far broader than this.

The entomology of the word Hex is Germanic in origin, coming from Hexe which was most commonly in use between 1820-1830 and means Witch. To hex, at its most basic, is to perform witchcraft with the intent to bewitch a person or situation, and can be for either good or ill.

One of the earliest uses of the word hex was in relation to Dutch Hex Signs, which could be compared to a form of painted prayer. The Hex sign was often painted onto barns, and used for the purpose of warding the building and its occupants against black witchcraft and evil spirits.

It is clear then that in relation to cursing, with which it is so often compared, Hex is a much broader umbrella term regarding manipulation magic, under which the sub category of cursing may fall if it involves manipulation of a person rather than the usual sending of negative energies to influence a person’s life. But generally a curse is not a type of hex at all.

These negative connotations concerning the word hex would have come about due to the association of the Christian church with witchcraft and the labelling of all magic as evil and witches being aligned with the devil. If a Hexe referred to magic performed by a witch, then the natural progression of that time would have been to label all hexes as evil curses, and so the erroneous link between hexes and curses began.

However to solely concentrate on the mistaken link between curses and hexes would be to do the term a disservice. The oldest use of the word Hexe, comes from 1720 in relation to the word Haegse which referred to a Wise Woman, and in turn originated from the word Hygia which directly translates to the modern equivalent of Wisdom.

So we see this very interesting development of the word we see today which had its origin in the practice of wisdom and nothing to do with manipulation at all. The Haegse (which in a fascinating turn also developed into the English word Hag and also has modern negative connotations) was used for women who were Soothsayers and in both Germanic and Celtic traditions were considered the most revered women in society.

With the later development of Hexe, we see the emergence of the Hexenmeister which translates into Hex Worker or Hex Master. This was a solely healing role.

The Hexenmeister was a practitioner who utilised hands free healing, using earth wisdom to heal physical ailments and those of a more spiritual nature. This was the role of the traditional folk healer, a benevolent force in any Germanic village.

Seeing this rich history of the term Hexe only reinforces the subsequent tragedy of the demonization of people who were connected with the wisdom of the earth and the healing that came from such knowledge.

Hag, Crone, Witch, Hex and many other words carry heavy negative associations because of the spread of fear and ignorance through the Burning Times. As modern practitioners of witchcraft an onus is placed on us to embrace our robust history and shine new light on the misconceptions. Our history is beautiful and the more we learn, the more we can shed light on our variegated past.


It’s Actually You (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 2129

Warnings: insults to the reader, if this can trigger something please don’t read it

Request: You know that bit in CACW, where Bucky and Sam are in the car, and Steve kisses Sharon? Could you write something where the reader is in the car too, and whilst Steve is chatting to Sharon outside, the reader is chatting to Bucky and Sam, and they’re both saying she should tell Steve how she feels. And the reader is getting nervous, but she’s really happy, and feels so excited to tell him. But then she sees him kiss Sharon, and her whole world crumbles? With loads of angst, and Sharon being a b*tch to the reader. One part where possibly a party, or event happens, and Sharon and the reader happen to cross paths in the bathroom, and Sharon totally ruins the reader? Points out all her flaws, including her weight, and her legs. Don’t know why I’m asking for this. But I’m hormonal, and I feel like hardcore heartbreak. Fluff at the end, or no fluff, don’t mind. If you like, maybe a series? Thanks darling;) - for anon

A/N: guys!! I’m SO happy that you liked the first part!! This one is longer and I like it more than the other. I’m kind of proud of this one so I hope you like it

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

“I said I’m fine,” you said for the millionth time. You were tired of Bucky and Sam bugging you about Steve. It’s not that you were actually fine, it was that you had more pressing matters than this.

“We wanted to check,” Bucky explained. He was worried about you. He was confused as to why Steve had kissed that agent. Bucky had seen how Steve looked at you. Even after so long, Steve was still his best friend and he knew the Captain like the palm of his hand. “That’s all, doll.”

“You know how much we care for you, y/n,” Sam added, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“And I thank you for your concern, but right now we need to prepare our mission not our feelings,” you said smiling at them. You really were thankful. You grabbed one arm of each of the ginormous men and led them to the room where Steve was breaking his brain trying to figure out a tangible and doable plan. It was harder than it seemed.

So much dangers. Your faces where all over the news. You were criminals, for god’s sake. He was planning an undercover mission for the team to gather information about this Zemo guy you found out was messing with Bucky’s head.

“Hey, Stevie,” you greeted with a smile. You brought the men to face him and help plan your mission.

“Hey, y/n. I need your help here, you’re much better at this spy stuff than me,” Steve said. He placed a hand on your back and guided you through all the papers stuck on the wall.

They were people, places and events, product of hours of work and investigation without stopping. Steve explained how he found out Zemo was meeting a source in a private party in Germany. He’d be vulnerable, unaware and unprepared for an intrusion. It was perfect. All you had to do was gather enough information about him.

The only problem was you had to find people who you looked alike to be unnoticed by the guards and guests. It was going to require expensive clothes, tons of make-up and new shoes. This wasn’t a simple mission you happened to be sent to. This was Bucky’s life you were fighting for and, even if you’d known him for only a few weeks, you’d do anything for the man.

After hours of work and too much coffee for it to be healthy, you were ready.

“The party’s being hosted by Herman Scheider, a German business man. Incredibly rich and powerful,” you began explaining. You had a file about the man in your hand. It was only the information you could gather from internet and a few hacked government websites, but it was better than nothing. “He’s suspected of running an illegal business as almost all the guests of this party.”

“Bucky, you’ll have to stay here,” Steve announced sighting sadly. “We’re sorry, but too many people have seen your face in the news. It’s not safe for you to be out there.” He was looking at his best friend with worried eyes.

Bucky nodded shortly. He understood why this was the right call.

“However, Bucky, you’ll be our eyes and ears,” you got near him, “we’ll be planting micro cameras, courtesy of Sharon, during our stay and you’ll monitor them from here.”

Bucky smiled briefly. He didn’t feel useless anymore, he could actually help someone after all these years destroying people. You knew this meant a lot to Bucky, so you have insisted Steve to let him help.

“Sam, you’ll be Falk Holbein. He’s Austrian, rich, owns a few yachts, and his business is incredibly illegal,” you stated. “Holbein has friends up high in the government so play it cool if they come talking to you about politics.”

“Copy that, y/n.” Sam replied, taking the file you were handing him and studying it more carefully.

“Together with Sharon we’re gonna be Albert and Daeva Kügler, a rich married German couple. They’re suspected of running a drug cartel associated with Holbein,” the Captain proceeded with the explanation of the plan.

You weren’t a hundred percent supportive of Sharon tagging along, but you had to agree nonetheless. The team needed all the help available and she was probably the only one in the agency to support you all. You knew Sam and Bucky would look at you with sympathetic gazes, so you ignored them and began searching for the Küglers’ file.

“Y/n’ll come with us, right?” you heard Sam ask.

“Yes, she will. She’ll be Jenell Schmit, another ridiculously rich woman that has some illegal business going around in Germany with a base in Berlin,” Steve replied. He handed you your file, which you began rereading.

Sharon had appeared an hour later. You were getting ready at that moment, so Steve explained how the mission should go by himself. Not that either of them minded. While they were chatting, you prepared yourself.

Red lips, black smokey eyes, striking eyeliner. Everything was going smoothly with the process. After you finished, you went to your ‘room’ to get changed. As you entered, a long delicate burgundy dress stared at you from its hang. It was so beautiful and so eager to be used. 

However, your admiring time was over when you heard hard knocks on the door and Steve’s voice saying: “Y/n, are you ready? We need to leave now.”

“Almost!” you answered. You got dressed rapidly and put on a pair of black heels in only 3 minutes. You stared at yourself at the small mirror hanging from the wall and when you decided you were happy with your appearance, you opened the door.

Everyone was waiting for you outside your 'room’. Bucky, Sam, and specially Steve were looking at you in awe. You looked incredibly beautiful and all three men were well aware. Sharon, on the other hand, looked… jealous? No, that couldn’t be. But it was. She was beautiful too, but there was no match for you in the men’s eyes, which she knew. You had to say, both soldiers were looking good in their black tuxedos.

“Lookin’ good, doll,” Bucky said smirking flirtishly.

“Why, thank you, Barns,” you answered in a fake posh voice.

“May I accompany you to the door, m'lady,” Sam asked offering his arm.

“That is incredibly kind of you, sir,” you answered. When you couldn’t contain the laughter anymore, the four of you exploded in laughter. Sharon, of course, was too busy envying your friendship with the soldiers.

“S-seriously, though, you look great, y/n,” Steve complimented.

“Thanks, Steve. You’re not bad yourself.”

“And what about me? I’m stunning?” Sam joked.

Between laughs, you answered. “You’re absolutely stunning, Sam.“

This mission was going better than you expected and it hadn’t even started yet. Surely, things could get complicated later, but you’d burn that bridge when you got there. When you got to Scheider’s mansion, all four of you were ready. You pretended you didn’t know you knew each other and passed through the front doors with nervously.

"I’ve got eyes on Scheider,” you heard Sam’s voice in the communicator in your ear after walking around for ten minutes trying to find any familiar face. “I’ll plant a camera near him, someone cover me.”

“I’ll go,” you answered.

You went to the living room and walked towards the man. He looked expensive. You needn’t get too close, as the man approached you himself with an easy smile.

“Hey, there, pretty,” Scheider said with a heavy German accent.

“Hi, you’re Mr. Scheider, right?” you faked confusion.

“In the flesh,” he answered grinning. “And call me Herman, please.” Scheider winked at you.

“Oh, my friend’s been talking my ear off about you,” you joked. Scheider laughed, but didn’t interrupt you, so you kept talking. “I don’t think she was wrong about you at all,” you added seductively.

“Good things, I hope,” he answered with the same flirtish tone as yours.

“All good things, Herman.”

“Nice, y/n,” you heard Bucky’s voice in your ear. You could even hear his smirk.

Right after this, Sam announced he had finished placing the micro camera.

“Would you mind getting me a drink?” you asked at the man in front of you.

“Wouldn’t mind at all. When I get back, I’ll want to hear your name, beautiful,” he answered and faded into crowd.

You took this chance to go and look for Zemo. It was hard between all this people. Some came to talk to you about business opportunities, which you accepted kindly.

“I have visual on Zemo,” you said suddenly recognizing his face.

“Hold on, y/n,” Steve said through your communicators. “Where is he?”

“In the living room, surrounded by… escorts,” you answered with a disgusted grimace. “Sam will fit better there. He’s alone so he can bend easily and start a conversation with the bastard.”

“Good idea, y/n,” Steve answered. “Sam, you heard that?”

“Sounds like a plan, guys,” Sam answered. “Y/n, place a micro camera near him when I get there. I want all of this recorded.”

“Copy that.”

You saw Sam come into the room. He blended quite easily and began chatting with Zemo. You looked for a place to put the micro camera and hid it when you found the right one. As you turned around, you heard a familiar voice talking.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Scheider appeared from the blurry crowd with an expensive smile and two martinis.

“My fault. Some people offered me a business deal I couldn’t decline,” you lied accepting the drink he was giving you. “When I came back you weren’t there.”

“I understand that. When business calls, there’s no way of saying no,” Scheider answered, his German accent emphasized in every ‘r’.

You continued talking about business sitting on the bar. The amount of information he was giving you was enormous and you couldn’t feel more motivated. The mission was going smoothly. Besides, the man had his charisma so the conversation wasn’t dull.

“I need to go to the bathroom, Harem,” you said standing up.

The man placed a hand on your waist softly and lowered his head to whisper in your ear. “We’ll finish this, beautiful.”

You stepped back and smirked flirtishly at him.

“Definitely.”

You turned around and headed to the bathroom. It was elegant and isolated from the loud music and the crowd full of possible criminals. You looked at yourself in the mirror and touched up your make-up. You heard a toilet flush and when you turned around, you saw none other than Sharon.

“Hi,” you said nicely. You decided to give her a chance. If she was going to stick with you often, you should at least fake being nice.

She glared back. You shrugged it off and continued with what you were doing.

“You know what, y/n?” Sharon faced you with a raged expression. “You aren’t nearly as perfect as you think you are. You think everyone likes you? Guess what? You’re wrong.”

Your eyes widened in response of the abrupt insults flowing off her tongue. What was going on? “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You think you’re so pretty in that dress, but it’s not even close. Look at you. Your legs, your waist, that’s no way of wearing such a dress, y/n. And your make-up? Did you smudge it all on purpose? You’re pathetic, really,” Sharon kept on going about your flaws but you weren’t paying attention anymore.

Your breathing started getting more and more difficult and tears were forming up on the edge of your eyes, but your anger was stronger. “Why would you be so mean to me? I get it, I’m your competition or something you invented, right? If this is because of Steve, then you should know he likes you, not me,” you said angrily. He shouldn’t, but he did, you thought.

“You’re so pathetic. I knew there was a reason for Steve not to like you back,” she said stepping menacingly towards you. “You aren’t strong enough to be a part of this team. You aren’t good enough. You’re worthless, y/n.”

That was the last drop. A single tear ran down your cheek and taking it as your queue, you left. You went straight to a small deck in the back of the house. It was deserted, so no one would bother you.

Were you really all those things?

Why did Sharon begin insulting you out of the blue?

Were you really worthless?

All these questions and many more popped in your head. Your mind was running a million miles an hour. Your questions and doubts were interrupted by someone. Steve. He had seen you go there in a hurry and now, he looked at you with a concerned expression.

“Y/n? What happened?”

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