when you ask people in germany how they are

“Andrew, are you my boyfriend?” Neil asked.

Without actually meaning to, he’d been paying (probably) too much attention to the way the press referred to Dan and Matt sometimes – the way “captain Dan Wilds” was sometimes “Matt Boyd’s girlfriend,” or how sometimes people speculated about “Nicky Hemmick’s boyfriend from Germany.” And when it came to him and Andrew, Neil didn’t care about labels, not really, or about what people thought they were to each other. Truthfully, Neil knew that boyfriend wasn’t a sufficient enough term for their relationship, but it didn’t hurt to tease Andrew once in every while.

“I am your nothing,” Andrew said, as Neil had expected he would. He was on the couch, legs pulled up close to his chest with a book balanced on his thighs.

From his spot on the other end of the sofa, Neil said, “A rare occasion when you’re wrong,” and bit back his smile. Twisting Andrew’s own words against him was one of Neil’s favorite pasttimes. “I am your nothing.”

When Andrew said nothing, Neil nudged him with his toes. Andrew responded with a bored glance before focusing back on his book. Neil crawled the small space between them and let his head lean against Andrew’s shoulder.

I am you nothing, and you are my everything,” Neil said, knowing Andrew was listening. “You are my team, you are my family, you are my home. And you’re also my boyfriend.”

A hand turned Neil’s face towards Andrew’s, and Andrew’s golden eyes were… steady. Searching. “You,” he said, “are everything.”

And Neil knew it was true. It would always be true.

anonymous asked:

when do you use "usted"/"ustedes" in Spain??

Okay, this is one of the cultural things about Spain. I remember I had an Italian language aid teacher (is that how you call them?) who was angry with us because we used “tú” with her, she thought we were trying to be rude. She even asked our Italian teacher to tell us to use “usted” with her, but the problem is that in Spain “usted” is not as used as “Lei” or “Sie” in Italy and Germany (and there’s no rule that says that we must use “usted” with teachers). 

Usted is a decaying pronoun in Spain, and there’re even newspapers articles about it (one in Spanish here)

You should use usted when:

-you’re talking with old people. be careful, though, some people might not like that because it makes them feel old, and they will ask you to use “tú”.

-at shops. workers will normally use “usted” with you, so be nice and use “usted” when you’re talking with them (even if it’s not necessary, really, but it shows that you’re respecting what they are doing).

-with the police, authorities, politicians (if you’re an MP too) etc.

-at the doctor (unless you’re a child). (you can also use “doctor”/”doctora”)

-at a restaurant, unless it’s a mcdonald’s or a family/really small restaurant, the waiters will use “usted”, and you should do the same.

-when talking to clients (if you’re in a situation where you have clients)

-whenever you’re dealing with workers from the public administration. if they’re using usted, use it, although nowadays many will use “tú”. again, not necessary to use “usted” with them, but it shows that you respect their work.

You should not use usted when:

-you’re talking with a teacher in school or high school. we call our teachers by their first names and use “tú”. If you use “usted” they’ll probably ask you to use “tú”. i don’t know if this happens in all universities, but in mine we call our teachers by their first names and use “tú”. if your teachers present themselves with their first name, you can use “tú”.

-we rarely use “usted” with our neighbours, when you meet them they’ll probably say their first name and they’ll expect the same.

-when talking to young people. young people are not used to “usted”, and do not expect to use it in a conversation with someone who is around their age.

-at work you should use “usted” with your boss, with your colleagues it is expected to use their first name and “tú”.

-many companies will talk to you using “tú” instead of “usted”, since it makes it seem less formal and it looks as if you were closer. you can talk to them with “tú” or “usted”, or even ask them to use “usted” (i don’t, it makes me feel awkward).

-friends, family, relatives, classmates, and everyone who is close to you.

Obviously this depends a lot on the situation and even the person you’re talking to, but this is what I’ve noticed. 

Applying to a German University

Have you ever wondered what it would be like, not just to study abroad for a semester or year, but rather to be a full-time student at a German university? These thoughts may cross your mind, and may be held back by looking around to see everyone else staying stateside. We assure you, however, that there are others out there applying abroad. Germany has some of the top colleges in the world (3 in the top 50) and generally comes at a much lower cost than those in the states.

This said, we get that it is an intimidating process to apply abroad. There are fewer people to ask questions and guidance counselors aren’t typically informed about options. We’d like to do our part to help! As such, we recruited American CBYXer (see here: ) Mackenzie to answer your questions on the application process. She herself is currently at the end of the process with acceptance letters in hand.

What made you want to apply to a German university for grad school rather than an American university?

I completed my bachelor’s degree at Jacobs University in Bremen Germany, and I’ve been working with a German organization since graduation, so Germany is sort of like a second home for me. Other than that, cost plays a big role.

What was the first step to applying to a German university? Could you give a general step-by-step process of what took you to now deciding on a specific university?

I started off by searching for different masters degree programs in public policy, political science and international relations. Once I had a list of programs, I narrowed it down based on location, program quality, and university reputation. When I began the process, I didn’t think of considering any German-language programs. I’ve learned German for about 6 years now, but I didn’t think that my written German skills were strong enough to pursue a degree program 100% auf Deutsch. Once I started shopping around, I realized that taking the TestDaF (basically like TOEFL for non-Native German speakers) would give me more options down the road, and allow me to apply to a few of the bilingual programs I found particularly appealing.  

Other than price, what is the biggest difference between applying to a German v. American university?

German universities need a stamped form for everything from language requirements to internship experience to high school transcripts, and this can be quite time consuming. I was quite surprised when I had to call my high school in Kansas to tell them I needed an extra copy of my high school transcript.

Do you need to know German to study at a German university?

Not necessarily. Almost all of the private universities in Germany are taught exclusively in English, and more and more public school programs are being offered in English as well. This being said, it doesn’t hurt to be able to read a bit of German to help you navigate the application process as well as your future life in Germany more generally.

Explain the language requirements and when you would need to take those tests

Oh boy. This was by far the most stressful part of the process. Once I discovered that one of the programs I had planned to apply to had a TestDaF requirement, I was pretty nervous about how I should get started. Luckily, I knew a few people who had already taken the test, so I asked for advice on how to prepare.

The TestDaF has reading, listening, writing and oral components, and is graded on this scale:

The program that I wanted to apply for required a minimum average score of 4, but I know that some programs have other requirements (e.g. at least a 4 in all categories, minimum 3 etc.)

To prepare, I had a friend bring back a prep book from Germany (they are surprisingly hard to find on Amazon), and I worked from the book. The test is similar to standardized tests in the US in that a lot of the process revolves around familiarizing yourself with the style of questions, and making sure that you are able to complete the exam within the given timeframe. Once you know what to expect, and can identify your weaknesses, it is much easier to prepare.

What do you predict will be the full cost of your studies?

It depends. If I decide to study at a private university, it will cost me roughly 30% of comparable programs in the States. For example, the Masters in Public Policy (MPP) at an elite private school like Georgetown has a sticker cost of around $50,000 year, whereas the MPP program at the Hertie School of Governance is priced at 16,250 euros/year.

If I accept an offer to a public school program, I will only need to cover my living expenses (rent, health insurance, public transportation pass, etc). In a German city like Berlin, these costs are all very reasonable.

What is the difference between public and private universities from the perspective of someone applying?

I’d say the differences are pretty similar to the differences in the States. A private school education will get you smaller classes, more one-on-one time with professors, better networking and/or professional development opportunities etc. Because Germans can attend university tuition free in Germany, public university programs are often quite large so the experience is a lot less individualized. I should say that this really depends on the program though!

What advice would you give an American starting the process of applying to a German uni?

Do your research, read the fine print, and make sure you understand all of the requirements! Most of the application deadlines are later than US university deadlines, however, some special programs (particularly the ones designed for a more international audience) have earlier deadlines. To be on the safe side, start doing your research about a year and a half before you plan to start the program. Also, always get stamped copies of everything- because Germans are old school like that.

What were the most helpful resources as an American in finding a university/applying?

I found the TestDaf website helpful, as well as the universities themselves. When I emailed a program contact, they typically got back with me within a few days.

Have more questions for Mackenzie? Shoot them to us and we’d be happy to follow up with a video on follower-questions!


An interview with Laura Johnston Kohl, a survivor of the Jonestown Massacre

Why did you join Peoples Temple?
The United States was going through critical growing pains in the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. In the decade of the 1960s, five American heroes were shot and killed by vigilantes - John Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers - and many more besides these heroes. Then, we got into the war in Vietnam. I did not want the world run by bullies, nor by vigilantes. I tried as a single, naive woman to change some things - but was pretty powerless, it turned out. When I met Jim Jones, and joined Peoples Temple, I thought Jim would protect me, and stand for issues I felt were important. He had adopted children of many races, had gathered a huge interracial congregation, and stood with other leaders of our times - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, many in the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, and others. It seemed like a perfect fit, even though I was an atheist. Jim’s efforts were to move people into activism.

What was it about Jim Jones that first attracted you to the Temple?
From the first time I met Jim, in Redwood Valley, I was impressed at his inclusion and affection for all of us. He would hug, smile, congratulate, assist and nurture all of us regardless of age, sex, income, education, and life experience. He would be the one to notice the people cleaning up or working hard, or setting up events. His concern seemed genuine. In his own life, he and his wife had adopted five children of many races, sometimes having to fight a system opposed to household integration. They did it. His wife seemed to be as enchanted with him as the rest of us, which I thought was remarkable. And, he had political allies who were my heroes of the time - Angela Davis, Cesar Chavez, Dennis Banks, and others. In San Francisco, we were supportive of all diverse community members. There was not only a vision of what we could be, we could look around and see that we had already arrived in a small measure. Certainly, we had more work to do, but we were an inclusive interracial community, and determined to continue the fight.

The public persona certainly differed with the reality, even at that time. But, I did not see that part.
Some of the literature on the Peoples Temple paints a picture of abusive practices. Such as catharsis sessions, physical beatings and suicide drills even before the move to Guyana. How apparent were they?

I disagree that the catharsis sessions were always abusive. Jim ran the Temple as if he were the Godfather of a huge family. He was in charge. He took people to task if our work was shoddy, or our behavior was off, if he or others noticed issues. To this day, I have “family meetings” with my husband and foster son to resolve issues and organize our lives. Sometimes that happened in the Peoples Temple Family Meetings. The abuse part was to have Jim making a decision, stating a problem, and then not allowing the person to respond, or to refuse to listen to problems that needed resolution within the church. Jim could never be questioned. Never. That is abuse. A healthy catharsis is not abuse. Catharsis was the wrong word for much of what went on in our Family Meetings. We had dictatorship laying down rules, and not allowing discussion or defense. Because Jim took the role of everyone’s “father” he managed the discipline of the members. The beatings were outrageous, and even created life-long disabilities. The suicide drills were an early clue of Jim’s power-tripping. I wrote them off as just one more of his antics to get us more unified and to work harder. I think that the most relevant thing about the suicide drills was that NO ONE COULD EVER HAVE IMAGINED that Jim, the person who got relatives out of prison, who fought in courts for children and adults, who got people legal and medical help, who adopted his own children and seemed to love all children, and who spoke up for human and civil rights would or could EVER take our lives. Every family had had some relative or close friend helped. Everyone had a story.

Former members have described Jonestown as one of the best things that happened to them. Conversely, it has also been likened to a concentration camp. What was your experience of Jonestown? Did people tell you they wanted to leave?
I was one of the members who loved Jonestown. I always felt that there were many positives of our community, and that the problems would be sorted out and resolved once we did not have to work so hard building everything. If you look at a photo of Jonestown - built in just over 3 years, you will see how amazing it became in that short time. We were humping to make it less primitive and more functional and livable. I did not see things that would not be remedied as soon as our full-out building was done. For people who were not happy in Jonestown, it was a prison. You could not leave. Jim asked people to work hard and that after two years, anyone would be free to go. Many were rightly skeptical. Jim did not ever want anyone to leave. He took it as a personal betrayal and defeat. Even when about 20 people wanted to go with Congressman Ryan, he was overwhelmed. Twenty people out of 1,000. His paranoia and Narcissistic Personality Disorder (even besides his drug addiction) did not allow him to see that in perspective. For those of us in Jonestown, since people did not speak about how they wanted to leave (much as in Hitler’s Germany, where parents were reported by their children or neighbors), I had no idea that people seriously wanted out. I was a zealot so no one would have told me.

As a former member, how do you view the tragic ending of the Peoples Temple?
Jim Jones talked about revolutionary suicide in the death tape, however some scholars view it as mass murder?
The term “Revolutionary Suicide” was coined by Huey Newton, for his book published in the early 1970s. It was the rhetoric of the times, and was used at a time when the disenfranchised poor and people of color were reacting to the abuses of their neighborhoods. Many were saying that if they were to be killed by police or others anyway, they chose to decide the when and where. (That is a rough paraphrase) The deaths in Jonestown were murders. No good came out of the deaths, except that Jim got all the fame and infamy about the community just as he wanted. He never shared leadership.

How was Jim Jones’ behavior?
At the beginning, when I was part of the smaller Redwood Valley Peoples Temple, Jim’s behavior was inclusive, and consistent with the ideas he shared. He did work to get rid of racism within the Temple. Once he moved to San Francisco with many of his members from Redwood Valley, and many new members, I only saw him in public. He was very polished in public. I felt like I knew the “real” Jim Jones and so did not watch him as critically as I should have.

How did you feel inside the community?
The people I met in Peoples Temple were the best, most dedicated and diverse people I have met in my life. Many people made huge sacrifices because we all felt that we could create a safe community for our friends and family, and be a role-model community for the larger world. We worked tirelessly, and felt that each day, we accomplished a lot. I loved the Peoples Temple community, from the communes I lived in and the entire family - which is what it felt like to me.

Was sex an important element?
Jim was married, had a long-time mistress, and continued to have multiple partners over the years. He would justify having sex by telling us why these people “needed” him to show his care or his appreciation for their beauty - really, blaming the victim. And then, he used sex as a further control over that person. I would say that others in the Church were not invited to have multiple partners, and instead earned Jim’s trust be being celibate. He often referred to people as most trustworthy because they were single. He preferred everyone to have a personal connection with him, no room for others or rather, no distraction from others.

When and why did you leave the community?
I did not leave the community. I happened to be working in Georgetown from late October through the deaths in Jonestown on November 18, 1978.

How did Jones maintain such a strong control over the members?
First, Jim Jones was extremely smart. He just outsmarted us by knowing what to say to pull us in. He would speak and be sure he covered exactly what each person or group wanted to hear. I was always political, along with many other members. He would be sure to include politics and a political message in each sermon. Many members were religious, and he would be sure to include that as well. He was well-versed in the bible, although I have a strong opinion that it was useful for him, rather than it being his core belief. Religion was a magnet he could use to draw people in. Then, he would teach and model how activism was essential in interacting with the world.
Second, Jim actually helped nearly every family. He could write letters to get people out of jail or on probation, or get leniency. He helped get people off of drugs, into housing, into communes with shared resources so everyone had a safe place to stay, with enough food. He provided free legal help and got medical attention to members when they had been denied help. Really, every family was impacted by the services provided in Peoples Temple. People could not fathom that he would do them harm when he had so tenderly cared for them or their loves ones over the years. He was powerful because of his deeds. He took care of people.
As a consequence, people did not admit to seeing his flaws. His drug addiction and personality disorder, which worsened in Jonestown, were hidden by his closest nurses/mistresses/secretaries. His reputation was protected vigilantly. Most of us had no clue about how he was disintegrating right in front of us. Even people who did see some problems had no idea that he was so mentally ill that he would kill 917 people and himself.
There had been no precedent in US history of a leader killing nearly 1,000 people. No one in Peoples Temple - or very few, because some did see it on the horizon and left - could have imagined that end. We thought any issues in the community could be fixed as we settled into Jonestown and didn’t have to work so hard.

How did you feel the People’s Temple was taking a stand for social justice?
From the first day, I realized that Jim Jones had an adopted family of all races - Black, Native American, Asian, and his “home grown” son. He and his wife were the first white couple in the State of Indiana to adopt a Black child - Jim Jones Jr. His congregation was the same - mixed race, mixed socio-economic levels, mixed education. This was in the 1960s and 1970s, in a country that JUST passed the Civil Rights Act. Even today, that is not the norm.

From there, we moved on to supporting emerging groups - we spoke up for the LGBTQ community in San Francisco, the American Indian Movement, the Farmworkers, really, all of them. They were us and we were them. We wrote letters to Judges to get family members and community members released from prison, and helped be the voice for the voiceless. That was our mission and we did it tirelessly.

In the late 1960s, I think that was Jim at his “purest.” He always had a borderline personality disorder - and power issues - he wanted all the power, over all of us. But, it really started eroding what he was doing in the early 1970s when he was so successful with the powerful in San Francisco and in California.

What did you see was your role in fighting for social justice?
In high school, I had been active in integrating my neighborhood in Maryland, and in the fight for equality and putting an end to segregation. In college in Connecticut, I worked hard on civil and human rights, and demonstrated to end the war in Vietnam, among other things.

After college, and a brief marriage, I went to Woodstock - but wasn’t interested in being immersed in that culture. Then I lived and worked with the Black Panthers for about 6 months. That did not work for me as a naive, and optimistic young girl.

When I moved to California and met Jim Jones and Peoples Temple - I thought of Jim as a protector who would enable me to continue on with my political activism. That was my life-blood.

How do you think the social issues of the time affected the rise of the People’s Temple?
I know that the society going through such upheaval (with the murders of so many leaders in the 1960s (MLK, the Kennedys, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers), with the war in Vietnam being so unpopular, and with Civil Rights and civil abuses so much in all of our minds made Jim’s rise to a political position meteoric. He was at the right place (SF) and at the right time to become a spokesperson for many of the disenfranchised.

What do you see as the impact of Jonestown on society?
Jonestown had the POTENTIAL to show the world that racism and abuse did not have a role in our society and that we should get rid of both in our communities. Those of us who went to Jonestown thought that we could prove to the world that our kind of mixed and fluid society worked. We thought we could keep our kids safe from drugs, give them a community that valued them, and … That is what we thought. What we didn’t know was that jim had so deteriorated in mental health, and had become so drug-addicted, that he stood in the way of that happening.

Could you describe what the transition into life after the People’s Temple was for you?
When I came back from Guyana, I was totally shell-shocked. I moved back into the San Francisco Temple building on Geary and Fillmore for four months until the Conservator assigned to sell off the assets of Peoples Temple kicked us out. Then, I lived in several different communes of Peoples Temple survivors for the next ten months. The government put a lien on my passport, saying I had to reimburse the $500 they spent to bring me back from Guyana, since I was one of those who received a subpoena to appear before the Grand Jury. I went to work, got a job, and went to school at night. I was putting one foot forward at a time - but not yet determined that I wanted to keep going. It was very difficult and we survivors were not much help to each other or to ourselves.

After a year of trying to make my decision about survival, I moved into a community I had been spending time with - Synanon. Synanon was a residential drug treatment program when it started in the 1950s, but it had become a fully-functioning diverse community with both former drug addicts and “squares” - those who did not become drug addicts. Over the years, there were thousands of residents who passed through. When I moved in in 1980, there were roughly 50% squares and 50% former drug addicts. Synanon took good care of me. However, there are some events mostly from before I moved in that were illegal and problematic. Some of my fellow survivors from Peoples Temple were anxious for me, moving into another “cult.” Synanon closed in 1990, when the IRS rescinded tax status because of profits we were making in selling advertising products.

While in Synanon, I married my current husband, Ron, and my son was born.

In 1990, we moved out. I went back to school and got my California Clear Teaching Credential. I started teaching in 1994. I also became a Quaker in 1994.

After 20 years of keeping my head in the sand, I went to the 20th Anniversary Gathering at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, where most of those murdered in Guyana were buried. That was when my healing began - once I realized I would and could never forget. My life in Peoples Temple is part of who I am today. Once I admitted to myself that I am forever changed - somehow, I could work with that and fully move on.

In the early 2000s, I started public speaking. I wrote and published my book JONESTOWN SURVIVOR: An Insider’s Look in 2010. I continue speaking about Peoples Temple and my experiences.

How would you like history to remember the people of Jonestown?
The people of Peoples Temple were wonderfully committed and optimistic people who wanted a better world and who were willing to make great sacrifices to bring it about. We were so determined, we failed to watch Jim enough, especially at the end. In Jonestown, his mental and physical health deteriorated, and he and his secretaries/mistresses/nurses were able to hide the disintegration.

In your opinion, what do you think is the historical significance of Jonestown and the People’s Temple?
There is an enormous historical significance of Jonestown and Peoples Temple. Here are just a FEW:

Leaders can never be given absolute loyalty.

Insanity can be very well hidden.

There is no time and place where critical thinking and observation can be turned off.

There are certain behaviors of cult-leaders that are recognizable:

Wanting to take members away from family and loved ones who are not a part of the group

Moving the group to a remote location

Creating a we/they belief system

Refusing any questioning or corrections of the leaders

Keeping members exhausted and poor

Never assigning anyone as a replacement

Really, it is a very long list.

Are there any misconceptions about the People’s Temple that you would like to correct?
There are many misconceptions. The primary one that I always want to address is the nature of the membership. We were bright, hardworking, and optimistic people. It was unimaginable to us that Jim Jones, who had gotten our family members out of jail, into the hospital, into shared housing where there was enough food, and kids into safer environments - and so much more. It was just not possible that the same person would become so mentally imbalanced that he would murder or assist in murdering 918 people.

Avenging Angel: Part 20

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1510

Warnings: None

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You signed your fake name with a flourish and slid the key off the grimy counter.

“Your unit is just down that way. The truck should be able to back up so you can unload your stuff.” The teenage boy behind the counter pointed past the first few rows of storage units boredly. As soon as you started walking away, he sat back, kicked his feet up on the counter, and pulled out his phone.

Maybe it was all of the research that you’d been sifting through for the past few weeks that made you paranoid, but you felt eyes on you each time you went into your father’s unit. So rather than powering through and trying to convince yourself that you were safe, you decided to get your own storage unit. You packed the boxes full of notebooks and loose pages and your father’s science paraphernalia, and headed a few towns over.

The new storage unit was larger than your father’s had been. As you unloaded the boxes, you mentally started organizing the space. Once you returned the U-Haul truck, you headed to the store. A cot, a sleeping bag, and mini-fridge later and you were set to camp out in the unit. It was probably safer if you weren’t seen coming and going all the time.

As soon as you were locked in, it was like you could breathe normally again. This space felt much safer.

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Call me crazy, but I always interpreted the “feel no emotions” side of the Jedi not as “feel no emotions” nor a cult ideal, but the idea of keeping your emotions in check and not reacting out of pure anger and fear. Because anger and fear is what causes irrationality, causing things like defenders (*cough cough* police) to act out of unfounded and unchecked fear or prejudice. And that’s where Anakin comes in. They aren’t trying to make Anakin, or in fact any Padawan, emotionless. They’re trying to teach them how to have control over their emotions, to acknowledge when they’re angry and how to quell that. Cause people are gonna have natural reactions to thing. We are instinctively gonna feel anger and fear, but we can work on not acting upon it. Like when you’re arguing with someone and you say things you don’t mean purely because you’re mad. But you can’t take back killing someone out of fear or rage. The Jedi are about protection and peace, so they only want to kill if necessary. And you can’t analyze a situation and ask yourself if it’s necessary when you’re controlled by emotions. That’s also why meditation is so prevalent within the Jedi order. Because it helps you center yourself and learn techniques to calm your passion in perilous situations. And finally, because fear gives fascism a foothold. Almost every dictator ever plays on the fear people feel and giving them a common enemy. It’s how Nazis came to power, because people were scared of what would happen to Germany, since they were in such desolation. And that’s why Yoda said, “Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate, Hate leads to Suffering.” It’s like people being scared of immigrants, causing them to lash out and cause whole groups of people suffering. They were trying to combat Anakin killing all of the sand people out of anger. He has a right to feel sad and angry. But he acted out of pure emotion and murdered a whole tribe of people. And he was seduced to the dark side out of fear of losing Padamè and anger towards the Jedi order for judging him to act too irrationally. And THAT caused him to murder children. Because the Emporer gave Anakin an enemy and manipulated his emotions.

That was longer than I meant it to be, but it’s my two-cents on this. I don’t hate the Jedi.

anonymous asked:

1P Germany with an S/O who has never done anything sexual/romantic and asks him, very reluctantly and shying, to teach her how to kiss? Rip please make it cute.

((Just note i don’t know German and with anxiety of getting it wrong and offending people I’m not going to write anything in German for this like pet names and endearing words sorry))

Ludwig blushed when she asked this. “Are you sure you want to?” After a moment to ask that it’s okay and his s/o nodding he smiled warmly. He gently took his s/o to the couch and sat him/her/ze/them on his lap. “I’m not sure how to clearly explain this my love but purse your lips and lean them against the other’s like this” with that he closed the gap and softly kissed his s/o and kept his hands on his s/o’s hips. His s/o gently kissed back and wrapped his/her/hir/their around his neck, softly kissing back. When they pulled away he smiled softly “want another lesson?”

anonymous asked:

it's the one, where romano, America, italy, and Germany react to their crushes liking them back, I saw how that one is missing Romano

Okay no probs I’ll just answer it now :)

He would accidentally say that he liked you while talking to you. He was saying how he loved you so much and why other people couldn’t be as great as you. When he realized what he said he froze and couldn’t look at you. When you said you liked him too he would try to ask you out but only managing to mumble out “you…..food…..me…”. You got the gist of what he was saying and said you would love to. The boy would be a red, flustered mess. If you try to hug or kiss his cheek at that moment he would break. Romano.exe has stopped working. Later once he cooled down he would be really excited to take you on a date.
-Mod Z

Cultural Differences: German Diplomat Edition

When you grow up in the United States, it can be difficult to imagine that our culture would be hard to adjust to for a German. We don’t seem so different! Part of this is absolutely true. The divide between German and American culture is relatively narrow and we meet eye-to-eye most of the time.

It is exactly that narrow divide that makes cultural differences stand out–as most of the time Germans feel quite at home here. That is of course also the case for our embassy’s diplomats, who have been posted all over the world and have experienced a wide range of cultural differences.

So what made their experience in the U.S. unique? After all of their other posts around the world, what still stood out to them as a cultural difference during their time in the states?

No recycling

Ok, so it isn’t like there is NO recycling, but compared to the intricate and multicolored German waste management system, it is pretty close. Our diplomats are used to sorting out glass–sometimes even by color, plastics from paper, and returning used bottles to the grocery store to be reused. In the U.S., it can sometimes be difficult to just find a recycling bin in a public area.

Eating at your desk

Working through lunch is pretty frowned upon in Germany. Germans would prefer take a half hour off and enjoy some fresh air and company.

Greeting strangers

The U.S. is considered to be very friendly and open. We smile at strangers when we pass them on the street, and maybe even throw in a “How are you?” or coo at their dog or baby. In Germany, this happens a lot less frequently with people you don’t know. On the other side of the coin, it may explain why your “Hallo, wie geht’s?” in Germany was met with some hesitation.

So many options

Long gone are the days of grabbing some Muesli and milk at the Lidl down the road. Entering an American grocery store can be an overwhelming experience for a German. There are walls of products just for peanut butter and jams or types of cereal. How to choose, our diplomats ask?

Drinking Laws

Each state is a new adventure in America when it comes to drinking laws. Though open container laws are pretty standard nationwide, our diplomats have been caught off guard by laws on opaque bags to disguise purchases when leaving the store or beer not being allowed to be sold in the same place liquor is.

too-many-fxcking-idiots  asked:

2ps watch 'Kermit the Frog and Elmo rob me' and what are their reactions

(OH fuck that video killed me thank you for showing it to me lolol)

2p Italy: This takes me back.

2p Germany: Italy and I used to do this to other countries all the time.

2p Japan: Those are pretty good voices…don’t ask how I know that.

2p Romano: …Art and entertainment come in a variety of forms.

2p Spain: All of this for some fucking lights?

2p Prussia: No Kermit why?

2p America: ‘I’m gonna fuck you up’ Ha that killed me.

2p England: That’s what happens when you have a hole in the door.

2p France: Being robbed by a couple of puppets. People really are dumb.

2p China: Can I get some of that weed lotion tho?

2p Russia: Where do people get the idea to do these things?

2p Canada: Now I know what Kermit and Elmo have been up to

“Mom, I love you.... but your brother took Wisdom as his dump stat.”

Sometimes, you have to laugh because if you don’t, you’ll cry…

One of my brothers, for unexplained reasons, decided he’d take responsibility for shipping to me some beautiful crystal glasses my mother had rather than letting my sister (they match some of mine - we bought them when she visited me in Germany while the exchange rate was good.) But he has that wonderfully selective hearing some people have because he kept asking why I wanted a few glasses shipped to me as if they were something you buzzed down to Sprawlmart and bought a dozen for $15.

And…that’s exactly how he treated them when he shipped them (barely wrapped, no padding between glasses, and crammed in tightly.) And uninsured. I consider it a miracle any made it here intact. They aren’t replaceable any more either (or not at a price I can afford.) I’ve never been into most of the things that were supposed to be status symbols for my mother’s generation, but I loved that crystal.

But I was telling my oldest about this (we actually were surprised he had the common sense to put the two cast iron skillets in a separate box) and her comment was:

“Mom, I love you…. but your brother took Wisdom as his dump stat.”

Spamano Week [Day 1, Dresses]

SPAMANO WEEK (just to let you know, I am not answering any story asks during this week for all my time will be put on this week, but make sure to send me how you like my stories! Thank you -Germany Sass)


July 30 / Day 1: Dresses (Canonverse) (it’s Drag queen guys, thank @yochan and @short-and-really-angry @spamanoweek2016 (??) for this, Romano has a teensy little very minimal secret, and when Spain finds his makeup he might have to come clean)


Spain liked to pride himself in being very good at picking out when people were lying to his face. So when his boyfriend tells him he can’t go to dinner for the third time this week, because of other commitments, he was suspicious.

Don’t get him wrong! He trusted Romano with all his heart, but he knew there was something he wasn’t telling him. After an hour of trying to pry the answer out, he got nothing but a salty ‘leave me alone’.

Other commitments was a big word for Romano, what could be more important than dinner! At! His! Favorite! Restaurant!!!

“Romano, love?” He called opening the door to the Italian Villa/Mansion thingy. Tonight the love of his existence was out doing his other commitments (add sarcasm here) and lil Italy was doing something with Germany.

He tuned out really what was going on, because when Italy talked about business he got really expressive and the whole time he was just dodging the flying hands. Immigration was a key word so he just assumed it had to do with some vague immigration-thingy-o-bobber.

The house was silent and that was a new one, usually the kitchen was filled with sunlight while pans were clicked around and Italy was doing evil telephone calls, but now Spain could hear the clacking of his shoes. Subtly, he hung up his coat and tested the dust on Stalin’s bust under the chandelier of the foyer, no dust, Romano was fresh here.

The testy rat must of left for his other commitments just an hour ago, so if he was right, he should have just about ten minutes to search for anything that might be taking up his time.

Examples would be, a book (book club?), paper work (business?), a picture of another man (an affair????). “Now you’re just being silly,” Spain told himself, peeking into the living room, “Romano loves you, why would he pull an affair?”

Everything bad came to his mind and he had to tell himself to shut up. Romano loved him, no he still loves him, dearly! He’s allowed to do something without Spain, but leaving it vague was not what he liked to hear. He wasn’t controlling, just protective.

There was a pool slowly filling in his stomach and God it made him feel heavy. Spain didn’t even want to test the black sludge of the word, divorce. He climbed the stairs getting to the second level of the mansion.

The hallway was long with gold walls and red carpet, it sort of screamed that the Italy brothers could afford the best Gucci. Or maybe Romano using his credit card for that.

At the end of the hallway was a door slightly ajar… that’s Romano’s room. Spain knew that all too well from many, many saucy nights, but now the room looked threatening. He closed his eyes as he stepped down the hallway and pushed the door opened.

The room was perfect, nothing out of the place, far too perfect. Stepping in, he closed the door behind him and stood back, the window was closed (that was an X, Romano had the windows open all the time), the big comfy cream bed was made (even the stuff animal he gave him was sitting in the middle, take your judging eyes off me Mr. Fluffy) the vanity had a substance on. It was powdery.

Spain tried to ignore the gasping voice in his head (drugs????), no, Romano was a good boy and the powdery had a darker color. Opening the side drawer he found a vague flowery bag. When he picked it up it was heavy, the contents clicking together. Setting it on the vanity he looked into his reflection and opened the bag.

“What in the world are you doing in my room!”

This was when Spain had the biggest heart attack in the world. He turned around to find Romano standing at the door with his hand on his hip like an angry mom. Like the flowery bag was a hot pan, Antonio dropped it on the vanity and tried to cover it up with his body.

“Why are you snooping in my vanity?” Romano decided to change the question.

“What are you hiding in the bag, Romano!” Spain snapped back.

With delirious eyes, he watched as his boyfriend smile and motion for him to check himself. Like a mad bull, he opened the bag and was greeted with…

Makeup? There were different powders, concealer, eye shadows, even something that looked similar to a pencil. Lifting up the glass bottle of foundation and a tiny jar of cream he set it down, “is this yours?”

“No it’s my girlfriend’s,” Romano sneered sarcastically as he stood beside Antonio to put it away, “and I’d like it if you don’t mess with my shit, it’s expensive.”

Staring at his face a little harder he noticed that Romano’s face was the same freckled goodness it always been, “if it’s expensive why aren’t you wearing it.”

With a sniffle of adorable snorts, he looked up between his thick eyelashes to give him a smile, “I only wear it sometimes, because it is expensive, now why are you snooping in my house.”

A shy blush filled his cheeks as Spain went rigid, scratching the back of his neck as he laughed nervously, “I was worried, you know how I get, this is the third time you missed our dinner,” the last part he mumbled quietly.

Their dinners were a corner stone of their relationship, everything was put down during those hours of prepping, eating, and cleaning.

There was a flash of hurt pass Romano’s eyes as his cockiness fell, “I’m sorry, babe,” Spain almost rolled his eyes as the pet name was just thrown in. He hated it when Romano knew he was wrong and he did things that purposely pissed him the hell off and he just thinks he can get off with a shy I love you and a baby.

“Romano, really, I think I’m done with you at the moment,” he sighed rolling his eyes ignoring the squeak of finally getting a hit in.

“On Friday I do drag.”

“You do what?”

“Like you know, drag racing, being a drag queen!”

“Yeah I know, but why on Friday!! That’s our date night!”

Romano just stared him like he grew three heads, “god, I should of known. I was afraid to tell you, because I thought you were going to call me weird.”

“Weird? I’m heart broken you don’t trust me enough!” Spain countered as he embraced his boyfriend tightly, Romano easily finding his place with his head tucked into the other’s neck and the feeling of being weightless, “I don’t think you’re weird, it’s probably cool and stuff.”

Romano let out a muffled laugh into his chest and gave him a weak shove, “you’re an absolute asshole.”

“Why aren’t you'know, dragging right now?” He didn’t really know the correct term (dragging? Queening? Slaying?) so he just kept to dragging.

“Well I would, but I got an alarm system on the house and I was alerted that some snoopy boyfriend was going through my make up.”

A wave of guilt filtered over Antonio as he awkwardly scratched his scalp, “sorry babe,” he leant down to press a kiss to Lovino’s lip, he tasted like cherry (lipstick?), they broke with a breath, Lovino leaning in on his chest to rub their noses and press their foreheads together.

“I forgive you, love you.”

“And I love you,” he pressed another kiss to the crease of the cherry tasting lips and stepped back to loot through the make up, “now show me what I should say so I don’t look obscenely awkward if I want to support and love you.”

“You’re such a goddamn nerd!”


After picking up some of the things Romano left at the house, he brought him to a bar. It was clean, one of those special Italian bars with a big stage. A gaggle of boys greeted Romano, asking about the break in and if his house was okay, with he put it off with a hand and introduced Antonio.

“They are my drag sisters, guys this is my clueless boyfriend.”

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, feeling up his bicep, “he is quite fit,” one of Romano’s friends smiled.

“He’s mine, by the way,” Romano snapped pulling his away from his friends, “we are getting married in June,” he bluffed.

“Sure,” Spain snickered ruffling the younger’s hair. Romano was very possessive of things that were his, kind of like a big child.

They talked for a little bit about the thing Romano missed, something about some killer stage show and they left to the back room. Spain sat on a little stool as he watched Romano apply make up to his face, it was almost perfect the way as the nude tinted brush slid across his smooth cheek, or how he swept a beautiful purple that made his green eyes pop.

Sliding his curls into a wig cap and applied a straight brown wig, he swept the long locks over his shoulder as he fixed it to be cleaner on his face, “and for the finishing touch.” He smiled and from a bright pink trunk he held up a fancy red dress. “It reminded me of you, those tango dresses,” even with the layers of make up, Spain could still pick up the shy blush as he stepped behind a screen paneling and applying the fake wear (‘the butt, the boobs, and all in between!’ Romano chimed as he slapped on his wear)

“It’s very pretty!” Antonio cheered, the burgundy dress swished out, a skeleton on the inside kept it in shape with pretty bows lining the side. The top was cut low showing off the fake breasts that didn’t really look that fake.

Doing a spin, the dressed flared in style as he showed off the different looks, “of course, I usually don’t wear this dress, I think I bought it just for you.”

Spain’s heart swelled as he stepped off his tiny boyfriend stool to embrace his lovely, beautiful, 10/10 boyfriend (and everything in between). He was just glad it wasn’t an affair, having a Hannah Montana like boyfriend who was sexy Italian representative by day, drag queen by night seemed like a better play.

Paying in Germans

Germany: “So… how do you call my language again?”
Netherlands: “Duits.”
Germany: “Mhm. And how did you call your coin again?”
Netherlands: “A Duit.”
Germany: “Right. And how do you make your words plural?”
Netherlands: “By adding -s or -en.”
Germany: “…”
Netherlands: “…”
Germany: “…are you implying you’re paying people in Germans?

2p Axis Halloween Headcanons

I know it’s two days late, but I thought I had already posted this.

2p Italy:

- Dresses up as a vampire

- The ladies at the Halloween parties he goes to absolutely love this

- He goes for the older vampire look

- Not like Dracula, but try to think of 1700s-1800s fashion

- Or if you know how Lestat and Louis dress in Interview With a Vampire, then that’s how he dressed

- Yes, he put in fake fangs

- If someone, mainly women, wanted a picture, he’d pretend to bite their neck in it

2p Romano:

- Dresses up as a FABULOUS zombie

- You better believe that his makeup is on point for this

- He had a hard time making crappy looking clothing

- He literally cried out of frustration when sewing

- People kept asking him who did his makeup

- Very proudly told everyone he did it

2p Germany:

- Dresses up as a werewolf

- You better believe that he tried to get a full on suit of fur

- Gilen told him he was not allowed to

- Flavio helped him with his makeup prosthetics

- Fur patches out of faux fur and latex

- He’s already kinda hairy, so the look was good for him

2p Prussia:

- Dresses up as a point dexter

- People thought his look was very cute because he pulled it off very well

- He wears contacts to see, but he wore his glasses this one time and put a small piece of white tape on the middle

- He was still a shy guy at e Halloween parties he went to

- Wall flower here

2p Japan:

- Dresses up as a samurai

- He just pulled clothing out of his closet

- By that I mean he pulled out a full set of samurai armor from his closet that he made himself

- People asked him where he bought it

- He told them it was a secret

- He carried an actual sword around with him the entire time he was wearing the outfit

anonymous asked:

Their S/O comes home all beaten up? (I'm a Lil scrapper I fight all the time)

2p!America: Pissed. Off. WHO HAD THE BALLS TO LAY A HAND ON YOU!? He’s gonna go kick some ass after he makes sure you’re okay

2p!Canada: He’d be angry the first time but if you’re the one who started the fight he’d probably just patch you up

2p!England: Worried. He will spoil you rotten and then he will find out who you fought with, scold you about violence, then proceed to use those meanies in his next batch of cupcakes.

2p!France: He’d be surprised. Then furious. He’s going to get rid of them, they won’t live to see the light of day. First, he should probably make sure you aren’t going to die though.

2p!China: His usual laid back self is gone. When it comes to him, you don’t mess with his drugs or his s/o. Get ready to find out how dangerous this drugged up man can be.

2p!Russia: He doesn’t like to fight when he doesn’t have to. However, this is an exception. He’ll make sure you’re okay and lecture you on fighting before he leaves and doesn’t come back until late when possible stench of copper on him.

2p!Italy: Get ready for death.

2p!Germany: He’d be so angry. How dare someone lay their filthy hands on you! He’d find them and beat the shit out of them

2p!Prussia: He wouldn’t like the violence and he’d ask you to stop getting in fights and he’d fix you up

2p!Japan: The people you fought are gone. They just up and vanished. You can’t even assume it was him since he doesn’t react much besides being a bit overly affectionate and caring to you. But on the inside he was burning with furious rage.

2p!Romano: He turns dangerous with a smile. “Who laid a hand on you?” He’ll end up sending Spain after them

2p!Spain: He would put them in the hospital and beat the shit out of whoever hurt Flavio’s s/o

anonymous asked:

(If you meant Germany and you're saying "people need to learn what losing feels like", it's showing how young you are and that you've not been into football for long. From 1990 (ok, maybe 1996), *all* we Germany fans knew was heartbreak. So many close losses, often being the better team, always the others (often the Spanish and/or Italians the laughing ones in the end.) I don't like Löw, but - come on!)

i know about your past, but i was talking about the general fans on this site.

So I wrote a oneshot about this imagine from this awesome blog

Hope you like it!

You’d always wanted to run your own business, and since you loved candy, creating Sweet Love, was the perfect idea. The chocolate was imported from Germany and Switzerland, the taffy from New Jersey, and just about everything else was homemade. You had a lot of business, you were the only good candy store for miles, and it showed. Most people were just faces that you saw throughout the week, but one face, a man in particular, always stuck out.

You remember noticing him when he first opened, he bought so much candy. And after that, he came every Monday, always buying the same thing, in bulk. He became a regular, and you learned his name was Gabriel, but that was about it. 

Then, about a month ago, he started coming in a lot more often. Sometimes he’d come in five times a week, sometimes only two. You couldn’t help but wonder what he did with all the candy, but business was business, and you didn’t question it. 

Today was slow day, Tuesdays usually were. You heard the familiar chime of the bell, signalling that a customer had just entered. Exiting your office, you said, “Welcome to Sweet Love!” Then you noticed who it was, and with a genuinely warm smile added, “Hey Gabriel.”

“Hey Y/N!” He said, extremely happy. He was always happy, and it was just another thing that made him so memorable. “Slow day?”

“Most Tuesdays are.” You answered. “The usual?” You asked, grabbing a bag that would hold all his candy.

“Actually, I though I’d switch it up. What’s your favorite thing here?”

Surprised, you looked over your selection. Chocolate was always your favorite, and you quickly pointed out a wonderful dark chocolate truffle filled with raspberry jelly. “These,” You said holding one up, “are to die for.”

“Then, I’ll take a dozen." 

"Don’t you want to try one?” You didn’t usually give away samples, but Gabriel was your best customer.

“Nah, I trust you. How much?”

“46 bucks, you sure you want a dozen?” You hated charging people so much, but these, like most of your chocolate, came from Germany, and weren’t cheap.

“I’m positive.” He said, handing you the money.

Giving him his chocolate and change, you started to head back into your office, but stopped when you heard, “Y/N?”

You turned around, “Yeah, Gabriel?”

“Want to share some chocolate?” He asked, holding up the box.

A smile crept up into your lips. “Well, I don’t think I can say no, now can I?” You joked, walking over to him.

You’d eaten half of the box, and were feeling full and amazing, Damn that chocolate is good! “Can I ask you a question?” You asked Gabriel.

“Sure.” He answered, grabbing another chocolate.

“Why do you come in so often? Do you really eat that much chocolate?” You knew you shouldn’t pry into your customers lives, but you’d always wondered about him.

“Honestly?” He asked, and you nodded. “Well, at first, yeah. It took me about a week to devour all that candy. But, once I started talking to you, I realized I couldn’t wait a week to see you, so I started eating more and giving some away.” His face became a little red, and he was examining the chocolate in his hand, not looking at you.

“Really?” You asked, touched.

“Really.” He answered.

You put a finger under his chin, and he slowly met your gaze. Then, before you knew it, you were kissing him. He tasted like the chocolate truffles you’d been eating, but that just made it all the more amazing. Breaking off to kiss, he said, “I guess I should come in more often." 

You laughed, and kissed him again. He was definitely your best customer.

Hetalia characters and alcohol
  • Italy: He's a total lightweight but at least he's aware of that fact. For the most part he won't drink unless he's with friends anyway, so he's rarely in a situation where he doesn't have someone there to stop him when he's had enough. He prefers wine but will gladly have whatever everyone else is having.
  • Germany: Can drink almost anyone under the table. He's more happy and fun when he's drunk, but it takes a hell of a lot for it to affect him at all. He'll turn his nose up to anything but beer, with rare exceptions such as Italy offering him wine.
  • Japan: When you're drinking with him it seems as though he's got an amazing tolerance. Really, he's only about average with actually holding his liquor, but he's extremely good at knowing his own limits and being discrete about how little he's actually had.
  • America: Huge lightweight because he almost never drinks. Since his human age is only 19, he can't legally drink at home, plus he thinks alcohol tastes like crap. Fruity cocktails that taste like candy are his weakness and if he gets his hands on a couple of those, then you'll see the crazy, over-the-top party guy drunk he really is.
  • England: He's the United bloody Kingdom and he can hold his liquor better than you any day.
  • France: Can drink wine by the bottle but anything stronger knocks him on his ass in nothing flat. Beer, he will flat out refuse, referring to it as "that piss water". If he's drunk he somehow always manages to end up naked, or nearly naked, but then again that might happen without any alcohol being involved.
  • Russia: Can drink anyone under the table. Weren't those three bottles of vodka full a few minutes ago? Yes, they were. He gets very affectionate and touchy-feely once he is actually drunk.
  • China: Will usually politely decline alcohol he is offered. He's a bit of a lightweight and has accumulated many embarrassing stories from being drunk over his long lifetime, so he rarely drinks.
  • Canada: Actually loves beer and drinks whenever he's watching hockey. He has a relatively high tolerance, but when he does really get drunk, he gets angry, and will go off on people who forget who he is.
  • Prussia: Thinks he can drink anyone under the table. He does have a high tolerance but it's not on the level of his brother or Russia. He likes to challenge people to drinking contests but that usually ends up with him falling asleep wherever they are.
  • Austria: The lowest tolerance of all the Germans, which isn't to say that he's a total lightweight, but he is compared to Germany or Prussia. His favorite drink is schnapps, but he's open to anything as long as it's high quality. When he's drunk he gets a bit giggly, and always seems to be humming to himself.
  • Romano: As much of a lightweight as his brother, but much less willing to admit it. This often leads to him being considerably more drunk than anyone else he's with.
  • Spain: Most people who know him know that he's not someone you want to invite to go drinking, because he's quite frightening when he's drunk, and can go from zero to prepared-to-kill-you-right-fucking-now in a split second. He's aware of how he gets, though, and doesn't mind if people keep their distance or if he's asked to be the designated driver.
  • Hungary: Can put drinks away like Germany. She's hardcore and will not take anyone's shit when she's drunk, either. Her manners are out the window and anyone who comments on how unladylike she's being is likely to receive a punch in the face.

xxladybananaxx  asked:

Why is the hetalia tag trending? What did I miss??

okay for starters, there is currently a football/soccer tournament in europe called the EUROCUP, dealing with all the european countries participating in multiple matches of football/soccer & in the end heading down to quarter finals, semi finals, & then finally the finals in order to find out which country wins the title of the cup!

basically when broadcasting these games, people take the first three letters of the two countries playing against each other on the assigned match (example: SPAIN VS ITALY = SPAITA / ENGLAND VS ICELAND = ENGICE) it’s to make the tag short & simple

the day GERITA was trending was not because of hetalia, but literally because it was a football/soccer match between GERMANY VS ITALY. still it’s super hilarious how so many people have no idea about GERITA as in GERMANY X ITALY. it’s a beautiful thing