#stand for

fact is being barefoot here is also weird. i cant rly compare amounts or Why people think its weird, just that they dont like it either. its just my german adhd and autistic family members who like going barefoot but not an intrinsic german thing apparently.

im not a german girl or woman at all and never was. im also not a german man at all. im definitely no mexican woman. i may be somewhat of a mexican man though. genders across countries are so different and nobody who hasn't experienced this seems to understand me. i've had germans tell me that i don't seem very masculine, but like– i have so many masculine traits and vibes, just not german ones!

i dont rly know if i need to talk about the police. besides that tatort as state propaganda works, i guess?? i'm glad i didn't end up applying to be a cop oh my gods.

Jamie bent and pulled a torch from the fire, stood with it in his hand, lighting the broad planes and sharp angles of his face.

“Let God witness here our willingness, and may God strengthen our arms—” He paused, to let the Germans catch up. “But let this fiery cross stand as testament to our honor, to invoke God’s protection for our families—until we come safe home again.”

He turned and touched the torch to the upright of the cross, holding it until the dry bark caught and a small flame grew and glimmered from the dark wood.

Everyone stood silent, watching. There was no sound but the shift and sigh of the crowd, echoing the sough of the wind in the wilderness around them. It was no more than a tiny tongue of fire, flickering in the breeze, on the verge of going out altogether. No petrol-soaked roar, no devouring conflagration. Roger felt Brianna sigh beside him, some of the tension leaving her.

The flame steadied and caught. The edges of the jigsaw-pieces of pine bark glowed crimson, then white, and vanished into ash as the flame began to spread upward. It was big and solid, and would burn slowly, this cross, halfway through the night, lighting the dooryard as the men gathered beneath it, talking, eating, drinking, beginning the process of becoming what Jamie Fraser meant them to be: friends, neighbors, companions in arms. Under his command. — The Fiery Cross

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The Fiery Cross, Diana Gabaldon, 2001

romantic era, virtuoso au.