“Flouted As A Father And As A Statesman, He [Frederick William] Treated His Son (Frederick The Great]

Best sitcom ever.

MIND YOUR LANGUAGE 24 November 1977 - 12 April 1986

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"YOU know if you keep swingin' that, you'll kill me." You watch Donny go a little far with his demonstration, using the stuffed dummy on the ground, now nearly ripped and lumped up. It didn’t feel much of a ‘training session’, but more of a moment for Donny to shine once again.

“I’m just showing you how to get the job done,” Donny explains, swinging the bat at the air. “Once you’re pro, they won’t see it coming if it’s you holding it.”

“Right,” you nodded sarcastically.

“Seriously, y/n. This bad baby’s been getting blood on their hands since the get-go.” Donny waves you over with the bat. “You try it.”

OMG MY BABIES AHHHHHH

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"It wasn't a nightmare, <...> it was something more real. Lying in my bed, I saw myself sitting behind the desk. He was writing something really fast with a half smile. He never raised his head and I didn't see my tears in his eyes"

From Andei Platonov's letters

"Проснувшись ночью… я увидел за столом у печки, где обычно сижу я, самого себя. Это не ужас, <...> а нечто более серьезное. Лёжа в постели, я видел, как за столом сидел тоже я и, полуулыбаясь, быстро писал. Причем то, которое писало, ни разу не подняло головы и я не увидел у него своих слёз".

Из писем Андрея Платонова

Habsburg VS Hohenzollern Round 1

Based on a personal HC of mine that Gilbert wasn’t exactly the confident little shit we all know and love after coming out of his Duchy years. Not to worry though - Reiner and the Hohenzollerns fixed that up real nice.

If you guys feel lonely or need some company you can talk to me and ask me anything for advice or anything at all ! 💘💝💖

- val

in 1497 Philips the handsome married Joan of Castille, meaning that in 1519 their son, Charles V inherited both Spain and his territories in the new world and Austria and the low lands… What consequence does this have for the nations?

Antonio and Roderich wonder during the night of their ‘union’ what kind of game it is they are playing… one of kings and queens, or one of pawns. 

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The Price of Fun.

(Gerold Hirschberg x Female! Reader)

For the lovely @strudelcreme, really hope you enjoy ❤️💛

"You two gotta be careful out there. Don't know when or where those Krauts might be hanging about." Aldo warned for the upteenth time. (Y/n) had to suppress a eye roll while Gerold only nodded. The mission wasn't even that big of a deal, it was only Aldo wanting to make sure that Paris had... viable escape routes. He couldn't have out one of his best on a more boring mission. "Do not engage if you see anything, do I make myself clear?" Aldo quizzed.

"Yes sir!"

"(L/N)?"

"Yes sir." She responded, less enthusiastically than her man. Once everything had been briefed once more, (Y/n) and Gerold were left near the outskirts of the city. " Alright, I'm not going to do this." Gerold said, catching his girl by surprise. "What do you mean?" She asked. (Y/n) knew that her boyfriend had a knack for causing trouble, especially back home. She didn't take him serious when he said he was joining the army. "I heard there's a movie playing at the cinema. You wanna go watch it?" He asked. 

"You can't be serious."

"Come on, I haven't taken you on a date since we got here." Gerold reasoned. (Y/n) laughed softly, feeling a blush creep up on her. The idea of a cinema did sound appealing, it definitely beat having to do this boring mission. "Fine, let's go. How do we get the tickets?" (Y/n) asked, although she knew that Georld had some scheme already planned. " Who said anything about tickets?" Gerold smiled. The two made their way toward the cinema, (Y/n) making an effort to conseal them from any Police. They snuck into the cinema, taking the seats the top of the room. The movie they were watching was "Gilda", Georld's favorite movie. Hell, when (Y/n) and he first met, Gerold said she looked like Rita Hayworth.

"Haven't you seen this movie like a thousand times?" (Y/n) asked with a grin. Gerold smiled back. "I know the entire thing by heart now. " He said proudly. The movie got to the bit that could literally make any man swoon. That gorgeous hair flip, combined with that beautiful voice, it even made (Y/n) blush. Once the movie was over, the two decided that it was time to head back. They exited the same way they came in, and it was then that they noticed that it has gotten dark. They shared a look. A look that conveyed exactly what the two parties were feeling. "We are so screwed." (Y/n) said.

The walk back was filled with awkward laughs and Gerold trying to sneak a kiss here and there. "You know, when we get back home, I'm gonna marry." He said. "You serious?" (Y/n) asked, quite surprised by his confession. She had wanted to be married and it mad her extrinsically happy to know that he wanted to as well. The camp was quiet. "Phew, we are good to-"

"I wouldn't say so, Hirschberg." Said Aldo, emerging from behind them. (Y/n) yelped, jumping slightly and Gerold swore. " Now...why don't you two tell us where the fuck you've been?" Aldo asked, his voice dangerously low. They have never seen him this mad. Turns out, the others were awake as well. They all looked just as angry. "We umm...we umm...we were at a movie." (Y/n) sighed with honesty. It took a moment for Aldo to process what she said and Gerold looked like he was going to shit himself. "So your telling me that you blew off an important mission to watch a fucking me? Well fuck me, we should all do the same thing. It ain't as if we are in the middle of fucking war!" Aldo swore. If you have ever heard a man from the middle of goddamn Tennessee swear, you know you were in trouble.

"Sir, we were only trying to-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Hirschberg. You two dumbasses might have gotten killed. Did you have any consideration for any of us?" Aldo asked, as if he was expecting an answer. The duo stayed quiet and Aldo scoffed. "You're lucky I sent Wicki and Stiglitz to do your job for you." He sighed. "You two ever pull this shit again, you'll be running to the Krauts to save your asses." Aldo seethed and a cacophony of agreements followed suit. The situation died down after, and the others returned to sleep. (Y/n) were left to think about their actions. "It was a good movie though." Gerold said. (Y/n) chuckled. "Be quiet, shortie." She responded. A pout made its way to his face.

A hand came down on both their shoulders, and they were pulled into an almost bear-like hug. "Aldo, you're crushing me, man!" (Y/n) stated, dropping all formality when it was just them. "Shut up." Aldo responded simply and (Y/n) laughed. " You two ever pull something like that again, I swear to God I will kill you both."  Aldo stated, his tone holding promise. Both (Y/n) and Gerold returned the gesture, them staying in the hug for a good minute. Once Aldo finally pulled away, he smiled. "I promised I'd get you kids back home. So do me a favor and don't make it harder for me." He chuckled.

"We won't...for now."

"(L/n)."

"I'm kidding."

Aldo laughed, before bidding them a goodnight. Gerold and her laid down, when he turned to face her. "You weren't really kidding, were you?" 

"Nope."

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