#might continue it

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found this tidbit in in my google drive from ages ago

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Ernst von Salomon: Freikorps fighter - Part 1

Who was Ernst von Salomon?

Ernst Friedrich Karl von Salomon was born on September 25, 1902. From the late 1920s onwards he was known as author and screenwriter; his most popular book “Der Fragebogen” (The Questionnaire), was published in 1951 and became one of the best-selling books in post-war Germany. But before all that, Ernst von Salomon was a fighter. A fighter for his homeland, but not its government. Although he saw himself as an ardent nationalist and revolutionist, he did not know what kind of nation he was fighting for. He did not like the monarchy, he did not like the Weimar-style republic and, later, he did definitely did not like the dictatorship. In his youth, all he knew was that things couldn't stay the way they were. And he wanted to do his part to change it.

Von Salomon was sent to a cadet school to learn discipline in the true Prussian spirit. He later describes this experiences in his book "Der Kadett".

Von Salomon saw himself as a Prussian. He believed in everything he understood as "Prussianism" and that was a constant in his life that lasted forever. This attitude ensured that he was ready to go to war when the First World War broke out. But because of his age, he was of course not allowed to get involved and had to watch from the sidelines.

When the war ended, Ernst had just finished his high school diploma. But he did not want to accept that his beloved fatherland had lost the war and was now under the yoke of external powers. For him, the fight had only just begun.

[heymanatee]

Woke up thinking...

Richard/ Curt/ Mary thoughts

Hidden camera/ voyeur thoughts

Hmm

[official-anxiety]

He looked around at his family portrait, but he was looking at everyone but himself. He didn't know what to do, he just sat there. All his siblings have achived such remarkable results, so why did he have to be left behind? He had no idea.

His eyes teared up, knowing he could never be as successful or beautiful as all his siblings. He tried so hard. He followed skin care routines to look gorgeous, he studied hours at a time to become wise and smart. Yet he was always two steps behind.

It wasn't fair, if you asked him. He never wanted to feel so isolated from everyone. He never wanted to feel so ... different. Sure, he would like to be unique, but the difference between him and the family was just too overwhelming for him.

The average height in his family, excluding him, is about 6'2. Which is very tall. But he was only around 5'5. His family's hair is usually neat is combed, his hair was fluffy and everywhere. It was just so upsetting.

He even disliked his own name, which sounded ridiculous compared to the names of his siblings. He looked at his family tree, and whispered his own nams under his breath.

"Pluto," He breathed. It was sad that he was so self conscious of his own appearance. The family company, NASA, didn't bother with mentioning his name whenever the monthly publuc family conference was around the corner. Hell, he wasn't even in the conferences.

All that Pluto knew, was that his existence was just a rumor, some could even consider it as a myth. He was able to go everywhere he wanted to, with a fake ID and fake name. He didn't need a physical disguise, because people wouldn't recognise him.

When Pluto was outside, his name would be changed to Star. He didn't mind the freedom, he even enjoyed it. He could make friends, go to nice places without being bombarded with people. Which was the good side to it.

Pluto even gets his own small flat to live in. It's in the city, a bit far away from where his family lives, but he has to live with them on the Wednesdays and Thursdays, because those are the days the family usualy visits the city, and they don't want him to interfere with the visit.

So he usually just stays in their mansion on those days, hangs out with one of the waiters that he supposedly crushes on, and act as though he's been living there for years.

But in the end, the lonelyness will follow him like a lost puppy, and even the thought of that makes him less lonely sometimes.

[wishingupontheskyandstars]

That Night - Reylo Fic

Summary: It's been months since that night and both Ben Solo and Rey were sure they would never see each other again...Until they do in a market... AO3 Link Here

Based on the tumblr post: “Do I know you?” “Yes. We had Sex.”

Not sure if this will remain as a one-shot. Let me know in the comments. Thank you for reading : )

Since Rey arrived at Naboo's Fresh Market, she felt like someone was watching her. It was the second time Rey felt this way as she grabbed a carton of fresh strawberries from the fruit section. She turned around and saw no one, just a shelf of packaged salads.

“Get a grip,” she whispered to herself as she moved her shopping cart and walked toward another aisle.

Two aisles over, in the paper towels and toilet paper section, Ben Solo ran his fingers through his hair, making it even more disheveled. He sighed, remembering how he recognized the young woman in the produce section. She had the same shiny brown hair, but instead of it being in that unique 3-bun style--It was now in a high ponytail.

It was months ago, but he could still remember how he gently pulled her hair free and—He shook his head from that memory. It was one time. It was rare for Ben to have a one-night stand, but they agreed, no names or any personal information. Ok, that was stupid, he thought, grabbing a three-pack of paper towels.

Rey remembered she needed toilet paper and turned left into the aisle when she suddenly stopped. A tall man with dark, unkempt hair, almost reaching his shoulders, was grabbing paper towels when he turned his head toward her. He looked at her as if he knew her. She had to admit there was something familiar about him. She walked forward, her shopping cart in front of her. As she walked closer, she noticed he had intriguing brown eyes—There was something about them.

She gave him a small smile, and he gave her a quick nod before he grabbed his handbasket and started to walk away. She could not let him leave without her asking him an important question.

“Hey!” Rey said suddenly, making Ben stop in his tracks and slowly turn around with an almost surprised expression. Rey took a deep breath and let it out before she said, “I’m sorry—But there's something so familiar about you, I had to ask, Do I know you?”

Ben raised his brows, put down his handbasket, and moved his mouth to one side then the other as he crossed his arms. He said on point, “Yes. We had sex.”

Rey’s eyes enlarged as she instantly recognized his voice--Deep and subtle. Oh yes, she remembered him well. His hair was a bit longer, and he was cleanshaven now—All his facial hair from that evening was gone. “Right,” she said, nodding. “I mean—I’m sorry, this is just a bit...”

“Awkward?” he offered, a hint of a grin showing.

“Yes, oh my—” She looked away quickly at the toilet paper. She looked again at Ben and said, “I didn’t recognize you—You—Your...” She pointed at her face, “You had a nice mustache—I mean...I’m not usually like this,” she laughed.

Ben looked at her curiously, “Like what?” He gave her a half-grin.

“Nervous, I mean, if you remember from that night—" Rey began to say.

“I remember,” Ben said.

“Right—yes,” Rey said.

For just a few seconds, they stared intently at each other. “So,” Ben began, “Do you live in Naboo?”

Rey at first was unsure how to answer. She nervously looked away.

Ben noticed the instant change in her and said, “I’m sorry—If you still don’t want to reveal anything about yourself—”

Rey looked back at Ben and thought even though they spent one night together, it was memorable—she even thought about him the other evening, alone...In bed. She sighed, then nodded. “I live nearby. Do you?”

“I’m visiting, but it would be nice to see you again--Maybe meet for coffee?” Ben asked with hope.

Rey smiled as her heart was beating fast. “Absolutely.”

Ben gave her a small smile. “Great—Oh, I don't even know your name.”

Rey laughed. “I’m Rey.”

“Rey,” Ben said to himself. “My name’s Ben.”

What a lovely name, Rey thought. “Ben, it’s nice to see you again.” She raised her hand towards him.

Ben didn’t even hesitate as he took her hand with his. Each felt a slight electric shot as they stared into each other's eyes. “Same here, Rey.”

[onrainynights]

well. just wrote 1.2k of me projecting onto eddie on my phone. it's. certainly something.

[anjuschiffer]

Maribat idea: Mon Petite Family

Kids have been missing all around Gotham, quickly gaining Bruce’s attention.

However, most of these children seem to be of abused, neglected, orphaned, etc backgrounds.

Bruce and Dick can’t seem to figure out how exactly the children are being kidnapped. Jason proposed to become bait. Or rather, went out to investigate on his own after getting into an argument with Bruce.

One minute he remembered kicking about a can when he heard a sweet voice. A voice that hummed the sweetest song. A voice that caused his mind to go blank within minutes. Jason later woke up to the arms of a raven-haired woman with blue eyes.

“Welcome home little one.” She told him when he woke up, guiding him out of his bedroom and towards the lower level, Jason then realizing that he wasn’t the only kid there.

The minute they stepped out of the room, the woman was ambushed by children of all ages, Jason realizing they’re all the kids that have been missing for the past month.

“Morning Bugaboo.” A man then appeared, pecking a kiss on the woman’s cheek while carrying an infant. “Morning Chaton. Morning Bridgette.” The woman greeted back.

The children also greeted him, calling him Papa while they called the woman Maman, each of them wanted to gain the couple’s attention.

“Who are you guys?” Jason growled out, wondering who these two managed to kidnapped all of these children.

“Us?” The man looked at the woman, Jason watching as they exchanged a thought. “We’re Maman Marinette and Papa Adrien. Welcome to our home, my little one.”

Part 2? Who knows 👀

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