Fallow deer By: Herrmann From: Lebensbilder aus der Tierwelt 1910
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Fallow deer By: Herrmann From: Lebensbilder aus der Tierwelt 1910

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Dessins.... encore F. Bayrou 😁🤣
Dessins de presse de Placide, Chaunu, Truant, Christian, Herrmann, Deligne
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14x09 - Crime of Passion
Richard Herrmann, taa-daah!
Here's the reference sheet of him :) he's my first oc that I really developed and that's been stick with me since 2016!
I'll write carefully his lore someday hopefully, I really care for this old man.
Let me know if you liked it! Reblogs and comments are very welcome.
—Kottar out.
thinking about all of the guys on Truck 81 passing Peter around the night after his first shift on the truck since he did so good for them as candidate🫶🏻
this is a Slut Peter Mills stan account. he is my baby boy.

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I understand if you don’t wanna write this but if you’re up for it could you write a hc for how Voight and Herrmann would react if they found out the reader was cutting ❤️
note: hope it's okay that this is poly. :) i wasn't sure. but thank you for trusting me with this request.
warning: this content includes the mentioning of self harm. please take care of yourself ♡
The German soprano Glanka Zwingenberg (1903-1951). After successful years as concert singer in Berlin she made her opera debut 1933 at the Opernhaus Essen, where she stayed till 1936. From 1936 till 1939 she sang at the Staatsoper Hamburg. When Karl Ellmendorff became general music director at the Nationaltheater Mannheim, he engaged the soprano. In Mannheim she sang Donna Anna, Marta („Tiefland“), Lady Macbeth, Elektra, Marschallin, Norma, Brünnhilde and Isolde. Guest performances took her to Rome (Senta in 1942 with Paul Schöffler as Holländer), Barcelona (Isolde, 1942) and Paris (Brünnhilde, 1941). In 1946, due to a worsening heart condition, she gave her farewell performance in Mannheim as Isolde and started teaching at the Mannheim Musikhochschule. She returned to the stage for some guest performances, in 1948, at the Städtische Oper Berlin, she sang her last Isolde. In 1951 with 48 years she died of a heart attack. The photographs show her as Brünnhilde with Josef Herrmann as Wotan in „Die Walküre“ at the Städtische Oper Berlin in 1948.
“Will you hold me?” (I know this isn’t on the list but fatherly Herrmann x reader please if not comfortable either Matt x reader or Kelly x reader are fine) just something along the lines of the reader either having a falling out with a good friend or high anxiety. Love your work ❤️❤️❤️
Pairing: Christopher Herrmann x Reader (Fatherly figure)
#32: Will you hold me?
A/N: I made an exception because I was up in my Herrmann feels when this request came in after watching an episode of fire. But disclaimer I never wrote for Herrmann before so I hope it's okay! Thanks for liking my work!!!
“Hey kid, you okay?”
You looked up even though your eyes were brimming with tears, right into the eyes of Christopher Herrmann.
Even through the tears that were spilling out of your eyes now, you could see his expression soften as he walked towards you before sitting next to you in the corner.
“What do you need?”
Herrmann had been like the father you’d never had since you’d joined 51. To someone like you who’d never experienced love from the people whose blood you shared pumping through your veins, 51 had seemed too good to be true. But it was true.
Sylvie and Gabby had naturally taken you under their wing, inviting you to girl’s nights with ice cream and alcohol and a lot of laughing. Herrmann and Mouch always looked out for you, even if it was just to save the last doughnut for you, or in Herrmann’s case it was even to take you home for a home cooked dinner to surround you with family.
“Will you hold me?” The need for someone to comfort you overriding everything else. “I just…”
Herrmann gently put a hand over your shoulder. “Anything, kid.”
So you cried. You cried your heart out, stifling your sobs so no one else in the firehouse would hear and when the tears ran dry and your sobs died down, you raised your head slowly.
“I’m sorry.”
Herrmann smiled. “Why don’t you come over for dinner? Cindy would like to see you too.”
You looked up and he smiled. “I’ll call her and let her know.”
Just before he left, he squeezed your arm, telling you he had your back. Herrmann had no idea what was going on, he didn’t know why you were upset or what had you sobbing your heart out in the back of the firehouse in the middle of shift but he didn’t mind or care.
You wiped off the remaining tears and felt a small bubble of warmth blossom up in your chest, warmth that Herrmann had given to you.