Georg Z.

[thebookquotes]

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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Is there anybody out there?

Um. Yes. Hello. Things have been rather strife these past few months. October ate my brain, then I got covid, then my computer died. So.

I don’t know if anyone is still around? But I’ve got this Spring AWakening game in its infancy stage over at Dreamwidth and everyone here was great so if anyone is interested, all the stuff can be found here .

And if not, please don’t hesitate to contact me if you’d like to do something with Georg. I miss things.

[quotemadness]

Sometimes you’re not cut out to be the you that you have in your mind.

Unknown (via quotemadness)

[t1ghtlywound]

So.

In light of the recent news about the game, I just wanted to say some stuff? First off, It’s been a really great playing with everyone. I was so scared of coming back to tumblr rp and all of you have been so patient and welcoming, so thank you.

That said, I’m more than willing to keep stuff going if anyone else is interested in interacting with my disaster of a boy, here. I’m gonna go ahead and do my replies and if you’d like to keep going, we can...keep going. And yes, I’m completely aware of how many times I’ve written the words “keep going” in this paragraph. Oh, and if you want to plot, just poke at me. 

And also, another thing. I’m trying to get a modern au rp of Spring Awakening going over at the RP Repository. At the moment, it’s only my long-time rp partner and perpetual Ilse and I (I’m going to be playing Moritz and Ernst). We haven’t got anything yet because she’s been going through some stuff and I wandered over here, but if anyone is interested, the info can be found here and, um, I guess that’s it.

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kingofnxwyxrk​:

          KAT crinkled her nose slightly at his response. growing up privileged was easy , sure , but it wasn’t quite as fulfilling. however , because of the privilege , she couldn’t argue. she could never fully understand how it was otherwise , but she much more enjoyed her life now. “ extremely. it’s all the same story, ” she said with a bit of a smirk. “ perhaps you’d appreciate a boring life, but think about all the stuff you’ve overcome ? all the stuff that made you strong or stuff you can almost laugh about now? ” even if she didn’t know the fellow , she believed there was a tale in every struggle. 

         “ oh , sorry for misunderstanding, ” she chuckled. as he seemed to speak another language , she raised a brow. she listened carefully , trying to pinpoint what it could be. “ is that … german? ” she asked. she become familiar with a few languages, mostly due to her father’s international business , but only enough to perhaps recognize lingual patterns. “ no babies cannot hold their liquor, ” she agreed with a laugh. “ well , dare i say , welcome to london. i’m clearly not local, ” she pointed to herself and tried to emphasized her new york accent. much like him , her accent had a tendecy to come out the more she drank. “ but i welcome you none the less. i’m new , only in the sense i’ve been here … a couple years ? and sill refuse to call cookies biscuits. ”

Georg shrugged, eying her over the rim of his glass, then setting it down with a grin. “Nah. I’d still rather have a boring life.  None of it made me strong, I’ve no one to laugh about any of it with, I would’ve rather skipped it all.” His brow furrowed faintly. “Metaphor! Is...the word I was trying to think of before, you know, die Muttersprache, er...the, yes, the German...before the English fell from my head.” He lifted a brow. “So. Uh. Thank you for the welcome, Slightly-Less-New-American. Cookie makes more sense than biscuit, if anyone has anything to say about your words choice.” 

His grin came back. “I can hold my liquor slightly better than a baby, but perhaps not as well as I’d like to think I can.”

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pcper-fcntcsy​:

Olive slapped their own forehead in slight embarrassment, already internally reprimanding themself. At the man’s silly joke though, the blonde does laugh, taking their seat once more, “Didn’t they do that on Netflix?” The host chuckled, “It was a game show, I think, where the contestants had to choose their dates or partners without even seeing what they look like,” Though Olive did not wish to be blind, they did think it would be interesting to date without the confinement of physicals appearance.

“Oh no, I’m not really much of a drinker, actually? When I was 10, I read that alcohol increases anxiety and depression by affecting the brain’s neurotransmitters, and I’ve just never had an interest in it since,” At finishing their sentence, Olive remembered what Jack had said about coming off too intellectual or aloof - not the most relatable way to meet people. Adjusting themself in their seat, Olive cleared their throat, “I mean, it’s just not my thing, but of course, I don’t judge anyone for drinking. I mean, I agreed to go on a date in a bar, after all.”

“Mm. I don’t know, I don’t really watch television?” Was Netflix television? It seemed like it might be. “Sounds interesting, though. I might look into it.” He probably wouldn’t but...maybe? 

Olive’s explanation about why they didn’t drink got a nod from him, and his answer proved that he really didn’t care if someone came off as too intellectual or aloof; he had that problem himself from time to time.  “Mm. You do have a point. However. In the short term, alcohol increases dopamine, providing a calming, almost euphoric state. At the moment, I’m only in this for the the short term.” A little grin played at the corners of his mouth as he noticed the ‘correction’ from his new acquaintance. “And I’d be happy to get you a coke or a ginger ale or something. I don’t judge anyone for not drinking, after all.”

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thctgolden​:

         moritz’s brows knitted together as he looked to georg as he spoke. what could be going on in that head ? sometimes he found him impossible to read. however, moritz had never been especially good at reading his friends, let alone people in general. he struggled with emotions and thoughts himself, so when they belonged to someone else ? “ i– uh, what would be easier ? ” he stammered somewhat nervously, his legs bouncing under the table. his large hand closed around his drink as he looked to the boy expectantly, awaiting response with baited breath, as per usual. 

Georg tended to be hard to read for even the most proficient people-readers. Moritz could certainly be excused on the matter...

He made a noncommittal sound in his throat and absently began picking at his fingers, a habit he’d had since childhood. “I just...it feels like...every effort that I’ve put into...well...everything... is...mm.” He shook his head and sigh escaped his nose. “I spent a year in law school, couldn’t handle it, imploded spectacularly and have nothing to show for the effort but a couple of weeks in hospital and worried letters from my mother. I’ve studied piano since I was five. Add four years of formal education and a bachelor’s degree and I’m teaching bored children in a music shop. It’s all just...it’s pointless, isn’t it?”

[quotemadness]

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer (via quotemadness)

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freczeyourbrain​:

LATELY MELCHIOR HAD FOUND himself frequenting bars a bit more than he used to, but he was trying not to look into that all that much, being how he was he tended to overanalyze everything so he shut out the voices in his head as he pushed open the door to the bar. instantly he was greeted by some familiar faces, and he made the usual small talk, went through the usual motions as he maneuvered through the crowd. packed bars like this were somewhere he felt comfortable, fading into the bodies and being able to just get out of his head for a few hours, it was something he needed after a long day of helping people sort through their own problems…it gave him a chance to forget about his own. 

BUT AS HE APPROACHED THE BARTOP finally, ordering his usual top shelf whiskey neat, he heard an accent that was heavily similar to his own. it caused a raise of his brows, glancing over to see a face he hadn’t seen in almost a decade, “holy shit, georg??” melchior breathed out, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, although the words that had left the young man were a little concerning, “you doing alright there, mate?”

Of all the people Georg had expected to run across at this particular moment, Melchior Gabor was not one of them. In fact, there was a moment or two when he could just squint at what was clearly a hallucination. Eventually, he pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded ever so slightly. “Melchior.”  The single word was said stiffly, with just the barest hint of uncertainty; it was the old ‘I’ve been called on in class and have no idea how I’m supposed to answer this question’ tone that Melchi probably remembered pretty well. “I...I’m doing very well, thank you. How. How are you doing? Mate?”

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pcper-fcntcsy​:

Olive twiddled their thumbs, practicing patience as the evening grew dimmer and their date for the night hadn’t made an appearance. It was their own fault for agreeing to go on a blind date with their boss’ nephew. Bars made them uncomfortable anyways, so in addition to the embarrassment of being stood up, Olive’s stress was only manifesting more and more in their glassy eyes and stiff posture. When the brunette man a few seats down from them mumbled to himself, the host picked their head up, wondering if they’d completely missed their date.

“Oh, excuse me? You’re not… my blind date for tonight? Are you?” Olive stuck an awkward hand out, deeming it appropriate, “Olive Oversky?” As quickly as they stuck it out though, they rethink the gesture and pull the hand away, “I don’t mean to bother you, so sorry if you’re not.”

The look of bewilderment was clear on his face as Georg looked at the hand outstretched to him and it didn’t go away when the hand did. He blinked a couple of times and took a sip of his drink to give himself something to do as he pondered the question. 

“...blind date? Um.”  As far as he could recall, he’d never even been on blind date and at the moment, he didn’t even know anyone who would set him up on one. But he also hated to disappoint anyone. “I...” He sighed, “I’m afraid not. It’s been ages since I’ve been on a date,” and because he really did hate to disappoint anyone, he tacked on a bit of a joke to the end to soften the news; “and I’m really only blind when I’m not wearing my glasses?” It wasn’t a great joke, but he smiled weakly. “Olive, is it? I am sorry your date doesn’t seem to have shown up. Would you like a drink or something? I’m, um. I’m Georg.”

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kingofnxwyxrk​:

          KAT didn’t mean to laugh at his answer , but she couldn’t stop from finding it so amusing. it was strangely cryptic, but she was unsure if that was due to his personality or the alcohol. “ well … ” a soft smile grew on her lips. “ life shouldn’t be easy. it’d be much less exciting, if it was, ” she offered. “ i think people who have an easy life are boring, anyways. ” she was being honest. being raised in a fairly wealthy circle , she was never fond of her fellow rich brats. they rarely had offered a good story. 

         “ like a tiny pink baby … ” she repeated with another laugh. however , her amusement was slightly dampened as his drink was refilled. should she be concerned for this stranger ? an internal debated started to go back and forth in her mind. she could at least keep an eye on him for a little bit … “ you look like a fully grown fellow to me. nothing like a tiny pink baby … ” she pointed out. “ perhaps i meant … are you new to london ? you don’t sound like you’re from around here … ”

Georg had a habit of being cryptic, the drink didn’t help. “People with easy lives are boring, mm? Well. If I could be the slightest bit more boring, I’d much appreciate it...”

Was she laughing at him? Probably. People did that. Most of the time, he didn’t quite understand why, but such was the way of life he supposed. So he gave another shrug and sipped his drink. “I didn’t mean I am a tiny pink baby. I meant it...” he trailed off, fingers moving in the air as he tried to think of the word ‘metaphorically’ and failed for a few long seconds. Finally, he settled on the word in German, “I meant it, erm, metaphorisch. Es ist eine metapher, ja?”  Another sip and he continued. “Tiny babies can’t hold their liquor worth a damn, for one thing. And also...also...I’m not sure where I was going with that. Yes. I’m new to London.” He brightened at this. “See? New. Like a tiny pink baby. But not literally a tiny pink baby.” It was possible that he was a little bit drunk. Just a little bit.

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kingofnxwyxrk​:

             it was the end of a long work week for KATHERINE. a myriad of people from her office opted to go to happy hour after work , but that crowd slowly started to fizzle out. the rest of her lingering co - workers talked amongst themselves, leaving kat to her own devices. she was half - way through what she hoped would be her final drink of the evening when she overheard the man next to her.

          she wouldn’t say she was eavesdropping , especially considering he seemed to be talking to himself. he was alone , as far as she could tell , anyways. perhaps it was mere curiosity, but something was piqued. ( as a journalist , she could be found to be quite the nosy individual. ) she slid into the nearest bar stool and spoke above any of the ambient noise. “ what would be easier than this? ” she asked with a slight tilt of the head. “ you new here or something ? ”

Had he spoken out loud? He wasn’t sure. He’d sort of thought that that had only been in his head. Still...he must have said it or the young woman sitting next to him couldn’t have responded. Unless she was psychic and he didn’t believe in that sort of thing.

His eyes slid over to look at her and he absently pushed his glasses up his nose. “...I don’t know. Life?” He let out a single amused breath at that and then shrugged. “I suppose I am new. New all over the place.” What he’d meant by that, he wasn’t entirely certain, but he’d nodded solemnly all the same and finished off his drink, tapping the glass to indicate a refill. “Like...like a tiny pink baby...” 

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OPEN STARTER. → ( @musicalstarters​ )

Georg had always preferred to drink at home, or at least in a dark, isolated corner of whatever drinking establishment he’d wandered into at the time. But there hadn’t been anything harder than mineral water at home and all the dark, isolated corners seemed to be occupied when he’d wandered into this particular drinking establishment.

So he’d sighed and sat down at the bar, ordering a gin and tonic. That was gone before he’d hardly registered that he was drinking it so he ordered the next without the tonic because who needs extra taking up space in a glass and confusing things?

“Things were supposed to be easier than this. I mean, I was under the impression that it would be easier…” He said quietly, his accent thickening with drink.

The words were muttered to anyone, to no one, it really didn’t matter.

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defyingrcvity​:

           WHEN THE GUY took a moment to properly pronounce his last name with the thickest german accent she had heard from a person who wasn’t on television, portraying a stereotype, eben couldn’t help but smirk. “ it’s german enough. “, she replied when he said it wasn’t as german as it gets… to her, it was the most german name she had ever heard. “ right, right – herr zirschnitz. “, the girl then said, smiling as she tried to copy his thick accent as good as her english tongue could – it probably sounded ridiculous, which is why she started laughing, head shaking. “ what is the most lovely, soft-sounding word in german, you reckon ? “, because all the words she had heard, always sounded rather stern and harsh to her. 

             his comment about her name made her nod slowly, smile small on her lips as she briefly averted her gaze to the pavement. she highly doubted that her parents put in that much consideration and didn’t just pick the first name coming to mind – after all, as she grew up, she began to doubt whether her arrival had been planned ( or welcomed ) at all. but she didn’t want to think about that. so instead, she let a loud laugh fall from her lips. “ oh yeah – can you imagine they’d called me frank ? fucking hell, that would have been real nice. “, words coming out in between laughter.

               “ well, my piano skills are a bit rusty – how about we teach one another ? you can help me with my piano playing, and i’ll help you with your fingers. to play the guitar, of course. “, the girl suggested, offering him a enthusiastic smile. “ peres. “, eben was quick to reply when he mentioned not knowing her last name – it was her mother’s name, back in manchester she was simply known as ‘ one of the thenardiers ‘. but she was all too happy to get rid of that last name. 

Georg had to laugh as well; her accent was just terrible.  Then her question made him fall into a thoughtful silence for a moment. What was the most lovely, soft-sounding German word? Finally, he settled on one. "Mm. Fernweh." He could, of course, make that one harsh and stern as well, if he wanted. But no, lovely and soft.

He nodded slightly at her suggestion of them teaching each other, though the slightest little crease appeared on his forehead. "If you want to learn on a proper piano, we'll have to do it at work. I've only got an electric keyboard at my flat. I mean, it's fine, it's playable, but the keys don't feel right, you know? Still, it's easier to get up and down stairs, I suppose. So that's an even exchange. Sort of." He missed his piano at home terribly, possibly more than some of his family members.  "And if you don't mind me saying so, you could absolutely pull off being called 'Frank'...you'd just have to be enthusiastic about it."

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ofcrxwns​:

“I mean, I am a nurse. Hopefully I’ll never have to ask you for your medical history,” Eliza tried to make a joke, to lighten the mood. She could tell the guy was a bit tense, but she didn’t want that. Eliza was good at diffusing situations, it was a skill that made her good at her job, and she often used kind words and a bit of humor (often bad humor though) to do so.

Tilting her head, Eliza watched as he walked out of the coffee shop. She waited a second for the food she had ordered, grabbed it and walked outside. Looking around, Eliza smiled as she saw the guy on a nearby bench. Brushing some hair out of her face, she walked over, sitting down. “I’m Eliza,” she introduced herself.

She’d...come out to join him. He honestly hadn’t been expecting that. Like, at all. He looked up at her from the process of squinting down at his coffee. “...Georg,” he finally answered after clearing his throat. “I...it’s...nice? To meet you,” he offered a wan grin, because it obviously wasn’t the nicest way to meet a person. But at least he wasn’t crying or something. “I’m. I apologize. For...in there. I’m not usually so...” A hand was lifted and he clenched it into a trembling fist to indicated tension; it was possible that he was tired enough that the part of his brain where he kept English was a bit foggy.   

[quotemadness]

We’ll never be those kids again.

Frank Ocean (via quotemadness)

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defyingrcvity​:

                WHEN HE SHARED his full name with her, eben’s smile grew even wider. georg zirschnitz ? she wasn’t even sure she had heard that correctly. “ oh yeah – it cannot get any more german than zirschnitz, can it ? “, the girl wondered in a playful manner, eyebrows arching up as she turned her head to smile at him. she hoped she got his last name correct – she didn’t want him to think she was mocking him or his name. quite the opposite. she rarely ever ran into someone with such a german last name. “ it’s a neat name. zirschnitz. sounds a bit stern, but i feel that’s a common thing for german words and pronunciations. “, eben admitted, nodding slowly as to agree to her own comment.

                 lifting her shoulders kind of nonchalantly when he stated that her name sounded quite unusual, the brunette simply replied: “ yeah, my folks are kind of unusual. i guess calling their child emma or something was too simple for them. they rather wanted a weird one. “, eyes rolling at the mere thought of her parents. she did like her name, though – when she would break through, her unique name would set her apart. right ? no stage name required. “ yeah, i mainly play the guitar. a bit of piano, a bit of the drums. but mainly guitar. “, she explained with a nod and a smile. she also sang, but she preferred playing. “ a composer ? shit – that’s impressive, georg zirschnitz. “, eben spoke loudly, lips curling up into a bright smile.

That actually garnered a laugh from him. “Oh, no, wait. Let me say it properly.” Grinning, he cleared his throat and coughed a few times. “Zirschnitz,” he proclaimed, this time in the name’s fully accented form. “It’s not as German as it gets unless it’s said in it’s true glory. And if you throw ‘Herr’ in front of it, well, it truly takes the prize doesn’t it?” He gave a chuckle and blushed faintly. “And yes, it is all rather stern-sounding. But it can sound lovely, as well...but perhaps I’m only nostalgic.”

He returned her nonchalant shrug with one of his own. “Eben is a pretty name besides being unusual. At least there’s that. If your parents had only wanted your name to be unusual, they might’ve been cruel as well and called you something like...I d’know...Asphalt. Or Quinoa. Or Frank.” 

A little grin quirked the corner of his mouth. “I’ve never gotten the hang of the guitar. My fingers don’t care for strings.” He wiggled his fingers in illustration of this fact. “And shush, that’s entirely unfair, I don’t even know your surname and here you’re using mine right and left, Eben...Whatever-Your-Name-Is.” And he was going to just skim over the comment about how impressive being a composer was, as he would possibly happen to admit that he hadn’t actually composed anything of any worth.