#Lorenz Platz

[reeshyz]

Title: You're my heart Pairing: Flake Lorenz / Paul Landers Presentee: mwbr13 Prompt: Gingerbread Heart Warnings/Tags: First Date | Heartbreak | First Kiss Word Count: 2.436 Summary: When Flake gets stood up on a date, Paul has an idea how to save the day. He pretends to be his date. Read on AO3: here

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“I really asked her out this time,” Flake says when he comes home and Paul’s stomach squeezes painfully together. He’d dreamed of this for weeks and now his nightmares would come true.

“And did she say yes?” Paul asks back, because even though he’s been in love with his best friend for months by now, he’d never not support him in anything. Flake deserves to have a sweet girlfriend. 

Flake walks into the kitchen now, where Paul is making them dinner. It’s nothing special, but Richard had shown him a few tricks on how to cook a lot with not much money. It smells good at least.

At the moment everything feels kinda weird and Flake had mentioned before how unhappy he’s with Feeling B at the moment, Paul kinda agrees, so he’s happy that Flake at least has something else he can be excited for.

“She said yes. I’ll meet her tomorrow at the Christmas Market on the Alexander Platz,” Flake says and he’s blushing so adorable. Paul wishes so badly that he’d been Flake’s chosen one, but he understands why he isn’t.

Paul doesn’t even know if Flake likes men at all, he’d never kissed any guy, at least Paul had never seen him doing it. While Paul definitely had kissed other men before, it had only been that: a few kisses.

“Oh that’s so great! I’m sure it will be awesome!” Paul says and he hopes he sounds happy for Flake. Because he is happy even though it breaks his own heart. Flake had been crushing on this girl for so long, he deserved it!

“I hope it will be,” Flake says and he sits down at the table. His smile is so cute, that Paul doesn’t pay attention and promptly burns his finger.

Serves him right.

*

Paul is busy cleaning his room in their shared apartment, when someone calls him. He frowns at their old phone. Who the hell would call him now?

“Paulchen…,” Flake mumbles and Paul’s heart stops.

“Are you okay?” Paul asks, before Flake can even say more. At first there is no answer, but he can hear Flake sniffling and Paul stands up straight, letting his cloth fall to the ground. Is he crying?

“Flake?”

“She stood me up.”

Shit. Paul isn’t even sure what to say. He feels guilty for being a bit relieved, he already had nightmares about Flake and his new girlfriend being together all the time and kissing in front of him, but he also feels incredibly sad for his best friend.

Flake deserves a nice date.

“Stay where you are. I’ll be there in a few minutes!” Paul says and he hangs up before Flake can say more. At least he knows where he can find Flake. There are a few phone boots on the Christmas market and he knows where Flake had waited for that stupid girl.

Paul hastily gets dressed and is out of the door in less than ten minutes. Luckily he remembers to wear his thick jacket, a soft hat and even gloves, because it’s freezing as hell outside. 

It takes him at least thirty minutes and he worries the whole time but then finally he walks onto the Christmas Market and looks around. Flake is standing underneath a streetlight and he looks so sad.

“Hey,” Paul says, grinning at him.

“Hey, why did you say I should wait here?” Flake says and suddenly Paul has an idea. He happily blinks up at Flake, trying his best to look totally innocent and holds his hand out. 

“I’m Paul. Your uhm… date,” Paul says finally, the last word almost swallowed because he’s just so damn nervous. He can see how Flake’s eyes widen at that. At least he’s so baffled that he takes Paul’s hand and shakes it slowly.

“Flake.”

“Cool name. So what do you say, should we have a look around? I love Christmas markets,” Paul says, glad that Flake seems to accept it. 

“Anything particular that you wanna do?” Flake asks and Paul shakes his head. He mostly loves the good smelling food and he kinda needs a drink or two for this, but he just wants to make Flake smile again.

“Nope. Alone being here with you is amazing,” Paul says and they slowly start walking. Flake blushes and Paul grins even more. It had just been the truth, but Flake doesn’t need to know that.

They walk towards a few booths and Paul carefully takes Flake’s hand in his own. Flake seems surprised at that, but he doesn’t let go of Paul’s hand either. Flake’s hand is so soft and Paul wishes they could always go shopping or something like this.

Paul had never felt more secure than being around Flake. Each hug, each touch spends him way too much comfort.

“How about some food?” Paul asks and points at the stall Flake is currently watching so intensely. Flake shrugs.

“I was wondering if the food is as good as yours," Flake says slowly and he seems to still think about this. Paul sees how Flake eyes the menu card again and he stands close beside him. Leaning against his shoulder, still searching for so much contact.

“How about we try it then,” Paul says and then already holds up his hand. He orders two burgers and some fries with them and a cocoa for himself. Flake doesn't add anything to drink for himself, so Paul nods his thanks and waits for the food.

Instead he looks around and he can see how full the Christmas market is this year, but then again, the weather is wonderful tonight, it’s even snowing the tiniest bit. 

“Your order,” the guy behind the counter says and Paul nods his thanks. He pulls out his money to pay for everything and doesn't even wait for Flake to pay for his stuff. It’s a date and he’d like to treat Flake right.

“Would you get us some napkins?” Paul asks and points toward the other end of the stall, because he knows that he is a messy eater, thanks. Flake nods and Paul searches for a free table for them. There is only one tiny bar table left in the corner, but Paul shrugs and goes over to it.

Flake comes back and puts the napkins down.

“Thank you,” Flake smiles at the food and without another word, he already bites into his burger. Paul has to laugh at that eagerness, but then his belly rumbles quietly and he starts with his fries.

“And, what do you think?” Paul asks between bites and Flake smiles so widely, that Paul wants to kiss him. Right here and right now.

“Good, but I love your food more,” Flake says and points at his burger again. He even licks his lips and Paul just stands there like an idiot and focuses on those pink lips. What would he give to feel them against his mouth?

Just once.

He’s not even mad that Flake is breaking their… roleplay of a date. It’s just fun to be here with him.

“You are right, they are good,” Paul says instead, after he takes a bite out of his own burger. He moans around the next bite and he blushes, when Flake tilts his head to one side again.

Oops.

They eat their food in silence and Paul takes a straw for his cocoa from the napkin tower Flake bought over. Paul wouldn't even remember needing a straw, but seems like Flake was focused like that.

“So uh… do you have fun? I mean here with me,” Paul says then and Flake nods. He’s smiling again, Paul coins that as a win while he puts his mug down on the table and leans on it, so he can still drink from the straw.

“I’m glad that you came,” Flake says and then he takes another straw that Paul hadn’t even seen and puts it into Paul's mug as well. Paul's eyes nearly fall out of his head.

Flake just continues to smile at Paul, while he drinks from the same freaking cocoa as he is and Paul gasps. Of course he was just trying to swallow the cocoa and he ends up coughing very hard. Flake squints at him.

“W-wrong pipe,” Paul manages and he coughs again, just to be sure. Flake nods and takes another sip of the cocoa again. Paul waits till he is done before he does the same. Oh god, they are actually sharing cocoa.

“This was very wonderful,” Flake says, when the food is gone and even the shared mug is empty. Paul's face is still on fire and he saw a few glares that they got, but he actually feels pretty happy, too.

Flake makes him happy.

“I think we should get a dessert though. A real one,” Paul says and he points at another stall, where they sell all kinds of sweets. Flake nods and they slowly walk over to the stall. Paul really likes roasted almonds, but he’s looking at something else. 

“Do you want anything?” Paul asks and Flake shakes his head. He doesn’t really care for all the sweets, but Paul has another idea. 

He ends up buying a package of roasted almonds for later, but he also points at one of the gingerbread hearts. Flake seems confused but doesn’t say anything. 

“Here for you,” Paul mumbles and he shyly holds the heart out to Flake who seems so surprised. 

He hadn’t dared to go for one with “I love you” written on it. Instead  “You’re cute” is written on it in blue frosting. It looks pretty good and Paul carefully puts it around Flake’s neck, when he bends down a bit.

“Danke,” Flake mumbles, his cheeks so read. Paul can’t look away. Paul even dares to lean closer and press a soft kiss to Flake’s cheek. Flake touches the skin where Paul had kissed him.

“Now we need something real to drink. Mulled wine for example,” Paul says and he carefully holds Flake’s hand again. He really likes the handholding and he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

An hour later they’re both almost frozen but quite happy.

“That was a great date,” Flake laughs when they’re full of more food and drinks. Paul smirks at him.

“I’m glad you liked it. I think that was it though,” Paul shrugs. They had basically done anything you could do at a Christmas market.

“Really nothing else?” Flake asks and he winks so stupidly at Paul, who laughs and then there’s an idea suddenly.

“What about a first kiss?” Paul asks then and he hates himself already. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk that mullen wine, because he’s always too chatty when he’s drunk.

“What do you mean?” Flake asks, frowning.

“I mean it’s a first date. You don’t have to kiss someone on a first date, but you absolutely can,” Paul explains, but his heartbeat picks up again. He’s pretty nervous but he wants for Flake to kiss him so badly.

“Oh I don’t know. I mean… you’re not really…,” Flake stutters out. So he’s uncomfortable.

“Please? Pretend, I’m her,” Paul says and he’s tearing up against his will. He just wants to be kissed once by Flake. Hadn’t he deserved that? Just one kiss so he could fall asleep thinking about that every day? 

Flake’s face is so red again. Paul hopes he’s not angry. 

“I m-mean, you don’t have to,” Paul whispers, his heart breaking even more. He feels like there’s nothing left at this point. He just hopes they could still be friends. He wouldn’t know what to do without Flake. 

Flake is still not saying anything and Paul looks down. The first tear drops down into the snow and he turns around. Maybe he could ask Richard and Till if he could sleep there tonight. Flake surely doesn’t want to see him again.

Paul surely had broken the best thing he’d ever had in his life. 

Flake holds him at his elbow and Paul slowly turns back to him again. He’s ashamed of his tears, but he also can’t help it. This is his first heartbreak. Flake doesn’t look angry, he looks confused. A bit frustrated maybe.

“What if… what if I don’t want to pretend that you’re her?” Flake asks then and Paul sniffles.

“It’s okay. I understand, I’m sorry that I made it weird,” Paul answers, but Flake is already shaking his head. This time it’s Paul who frowns, especially when Flake is smiling so cutely at him again.

“No you don’t get it. I want to kiss you. I wanted that for years,” Flake says and Paul gasps. For two seconds he’s sure that Flake is just lying because he’d seen how sad Paul had been, but Flake would never do that.

“Really?” Paul whispers, his voice barely able to speak words. 

“Yeah. I’m pretty much in love with you,” Flake says and he carefully wipes Paul’s tears away. Paul leans into the touch and slowly he starts to smile again. The damn gingerbread heart is still around Flake’s neck. He looks so cute.

“I’m in love with you too,” Paul answers and he can’t help but giggle. He’s glad that no one is really paying them attention, but he blushes anyway. Damn.

Normally Paul is known for being a feisty little shit, but right now he just feels like he’s sixteen again and scared of his first kiss. Since when is he so shy?

“So about the kiss…,” Flake says, but he seems nervous too. Paul smiles.

“Please kiss me,” Paul whispers and then Flake finally does. Paul gasps against his lips. Flake is still tasting like the sweets they had tried and Paul puts his arms around Flake’s neck, pulling him closer.

Flake has to bend down a bit to kiss him, so Paul gets up to his tip toes and then Flake tilts his head a bit and pushes his tongue into his mouth. Paul is sure that he just died and went to heaven.

They do have to breathe though and Flake breaks the kiss. His lips are all red. 

“A-and did you like your date?” Paul asks, he’s surely blushing pretty badly himself. Flake takes his hand back into his own again.

“Yeah. It was the best first date ever and I hope I’ll get a second one,” Flake says grinning so widely, that Paul has to laugh as well.

“Of course you get a second one. Lots of dates. All the dates you wish for,” Paul babbles and Flake kisses him quiet again.

That works pretty well.

[korrektheiten]

Rechte Politik ist das Vorhaben, einer robusten Gestalt Platz zu verschaffen

Sezession:»Das theoretische Modell, daß der Flügelschlag eines Schmetterlings im brasilianischen Urwald eine Kettenreaktion auslösen könne, an deren Ende ein Tornado Florida heimsuche, ist über fünfzig Jahre alt. Der US-amerikanische Mathematiker und Meteorologe Edward Lorenz entwickelte es, um auf die Geringfügigkeit eines Ereignisses hinzuweisen, das sich im nachhinein als der Auslöser einer gewaltigen Entladung herausstellen könnte. […] http://dlvr.it/Sw9yCW «

[danielanoitz]

Sues kleiner Schreibwarenladen (2)

Lorenz brachte Teller und Besteck, so dass sie sich das mitgebrachte Essen kameradschaftlich teilten. „Ich denke,“, sagte Sue endlich, nachdem sie länger über Lorenz Frage nachgedacht hatte, „Dass es unabhängig ist vom Alter, wer mit wem etwas zu tun haben will. Ich bin überzeugt davon, dass jede*r viel einbringen kann, wenn sie oder er einfach nur den richtigen Platz findet. Deshalb bin ich so…

[schwimmtagebuch]

There will never be another you

War in Gedanken versunken und bin zum shallow end geschwommen, plötzlich sah ich Adam ganz nahe vor mir, er hat Morgen gesagt, ich war so erstaunt, seine Augen leuchteten, jetzt weiß ich, was für eine Augenfarbe er hat, seine Augen haben so gefunkelt, von der Seite sah er androgyn aus, ich habe ihn zuerst nicht gesehen, weil er eine blaue Badehose anhatte, alle haben jetzt blaue Badehosen. Klaus ist geschwommen und ich habe ihm zugeschaut, in der Früh haben wir uns begrüßt, er war vor mir da und ganz nass, weil er schon eine Weile geschwommen ist, er hat gesagt zwanzig Minuten. Ich habe gedacht, dass er jetzt Delphin schwimmen solle und er hat es getan, bin zu ihm hin gelaufen und habe ihn gefragt, ob das Telepathie war, er sagt: Jetzt bin ich nur für dich geschwommen, ich habe gelacht. Dann sah ich, wie Adam die Treppe hinunter kommt, er geht so aufrecht, dass ich ihn immer und überall erkenne. Adam ist vom Beckenrand ins Wasser gesprungen und zum deep end geschwommen, habe ihm nachgeschaut. Danach war ich wieder im Wasser und sah ihn am Beckenrand, aber er hat mich nicht gesehen. Als er an seinen Platz zurück ging, habe ich aufgepasst, wohin er geht, damit ich weiß, wo er sitzt, wenn ich nach Hause gehe. Er muss aber gerade in dem Moment im Wasser gewesen sein, denn ich fand ihn wieder nicht, warum schaffe ich es nie, mich von ihm zu verabschieden? Warum spricht er nicht mit mir, warum ergibt er sich nie? Ich möchte wissen, wer er ist und wie ich ihn wieder finden kann. Vielleicht ist er wirklich das Silberfischchen, morgen muss ich wieder zum Tierarzt, der Kater ist die Treppe hinunter gefallen. Beim Dabsch! Bevor Adam ins Wasser gesprungen ist, hat er sich selbst angespritzt. Sollte ich ihm nicht einmal nach schwimmen, mich umdrehen und ihn fragen, wohin er schwimmt. Warum bleibt er nicht mehr am Beckenrand sitzen? Warum bleibt er nicht mehr im Wasser? Warum schwimmt er nicht mehr kilometerweit mit mir? Er hatte so glänzende Augen, ich bin mir ganz sicher, es muss etwas geschehen, ich halte es nicht mehr aus, ihn immer nur so kurz zu sehen, habe mir vorgestellt, wie wir uns im Wasser umarmen. Ist er eifersüchtig auf Klaus, aber das bedeutet nichts. Was könnte ich noch tun, habe ich ihn nicht gefragt, wie er heißt und er mich nicht? Interessiert es ihn nicht, weiß er es schon? Damals ist er extra an mir vorbei gegangen und hat Hallo gesagt, war er zu schüchtern, um mit mir zu sprechen? Sollte ich ihn nicht aufhalten und ihn fragen, warum er immer flüchtet? Er war mir schon ganz nahe, sonst hätte ich seine Augen nicht so deutlich gesehen. Warum springt er nicht mehr in meiner Nähe ins Wasser? Sieht er mich, wenn er sich aufs Wasser legt? Wenn es sich ergäbe, stellten sich solche Fragen überhaupt nicht. Ich dachte, dass er böse auf mich ist, aber in der Früh im Wasser war er genauso wie immer, wenn wir uns begrüßen. Lorenz ist immer so grantig, geht es ihm nicht gut? Er hat wieder Solitaire gespielt, als ich kam. Habe ihn gefragt, ob das nicht langweilig sei, es gehe. Er hat mit einer Frau telefoniert und gesagt, dass er keine Befriedigung habe oder nicht befriedigt sei und dann hat er sie sarkastisch gefragt, wie es ihr gehe mit ihrem neuen Freund. Gestern am Institut hörte ich wieder seine telepathischen Botschaften, ich verstand nichts, er sagte etwas davon, dass er im Stress sei. Kurz vor neun habe ich mit einer Frau telefoniert, die Wirtschaftspädagogin ist, habe sie gefragt: „Was tut man als Wirtschaftspädagogin?“ Lorenz saß vor mir und wollte antworten, habe abgewinkt und ihm gedeutet, dass ich telefoniere. Es war so, als ob er in Gedanken mit mir geredet hätte und noch nicht aufgewacht sei.

[sheetmusiclibrarypdf]

Ryuichi Sakamoto - Energy Flow (Noten)

Ryuichi Sakamoto - Energy Flow(Noten)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btyhpyJTyXg

BTTB ist ein 1999 erschienenes Klaviersolo- und Duettalbum von Ryuichi Sakamoto. Der Albumtitel ist ein Akronym für „Back To The Basics“. Es wurden zwei separate Versionen des Albums für den japanischen und den internationalen Markt gepresst. Die internationale Version beginnt mit den drei Songs der Maxi-Single ウラBTTB, die in Japan als Werbemittel veröffentlicht wurde, während sie einige Stücke an anderer Stelle des Albums ersetzt. Die Maxi-Single erreichte Platz vier der japanischen Single-Charts. No.TitleLength1."Energy Flow"4:362."Put Your Hands Up"4:513."Railroad Man"4:424."Opus"4:275."Sonatine"3:386."Intermezzo"3:447."Lorenz and Watson"3:578."Choral No. 1"2:279."Choral No. 2"2:0510."Bachata"8:1411."Chanson"2:2312."Prelude"4:0813."Uetax"0:2614."Aqua"4:2915."Tong Poo"5:0316."Reversing"3:58

Personnel

- Ryuichi Sakamoto – piano, production - Fernando Aponte – engineer - Naoto Shibuya – engineer, mixing - Masaki Sekiguchi – assistant engineer - Ted Jensen – mastering - Hideki Nakajima – direction Read the full article

[editionriedenburg]

Schöner Flagshipstore der Katholischen Kirche im zauberhaften #nürnberg #lorenzkirche #bayern #franken (hier: Nuremberg Lorenzer Platz) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmYaEXdtCHL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elbenwald13]

" Was bringt einen Mann zu der Vorstellung, er könnte mit dem Auto eine Rampe hochfahren und über Heuballen, Busse, Bäche und Schluchten fliegen, und dabei zu vergessen , dass er sich beim Landen die Knöchel oder Rippen bricht, seine Lunge durchbohrt oder sein Gehirn gegen die Schädeldecke prallt? Falls er Glück hat. Falls sein armseligis Leben noch einmal verschont wird."

" Als das Flussbett schließlich zum Vorschein trat, zappelten dort unzählige Fische und Aale im Schlamm. Darren und die anderen Arbeiter wateten mit ihren Gummistiefeln durch sie hindurch, trugen gemeinsam Wannen voller Wasser und legten die Wildfische hinein, die zum Fluss zurückgebracht werden sollten. Die anderen Fische, die >> gewöhnlichen<< Fische, würden verschickt werden, verarbeitet und verkauft ."

" Wenn man dem Flussufer Richtung Westen folgte, nur fünfzig Kilometer von Preston Mills entfernt, könnte man Tammy finden, und zwar in Brockville, Ontario. Sie arbeitete in einem Striplokal, aber nicht als

Stripperin. Sie war etwas noch Bescheuerteres als das: eine Oben - ohne Kellnerin. Sie servierte Getränke, leerte Aschenbecher, wischte Tische, ließ sich von betrunkenen Idioten beschimpfen. Und alles ohne Oberteil. In einer Bar namens Jiggles. Der bescheuertste Job aller Zeiten."

Dieses Buch von Missy Marston wird im Netz mit John Irving verglichen. Sehe ich anders. Mir fielen " Schiffsmeldungen" und " Grüne Tomaten" ein. Zum einen stimmt die Atmosphäre. Geografisch. Optisch. Zum anderen stellt " Fliegen oder Fallen" aus dem @goyaverlag unheimlich starke Frauen auf die Bühne. Trudy und Claire kennen ihre tatsächlichen Möglichkeiten vielleicht nicht so richtig. Müssen diese entwickeln. Jules stelle ich mal an die Seite. Jener Mann der in diesem Buch für den romantischen Teil steht. Und mit seinem Auto über den Sankt Lorenz Strom springen will.

Was mich an diesem Buch so beeindruckt. Amore zerstört die Story nicht. Im Gegenteil. Es geht ganz klar um Dinge wie Sehnsucht, Geborgenheit, Sehnsucht und Sex. Aber nie zum Nachteil des Romans . Der mögliche Soundtrack ist auf den Bildern zu sehen. Spiegelt für mich die Wehmut dieses Buches. Beeindruckend. Der Platz reicht nicht. Bald mehr.

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[demoura]

A INSTALAÇÃO DE ROBERT WILSON NA CASA DE SALZBURGO ONDE NASCEU MOZART E A SINFONIA PARA SUA MÃE talvez porque tudo o que diga respeito ao dono máximo da transcendência gostei da intervenção do irregular Wilson ; no ano da comemoração do 250o aniversário de Mozart o local de nascimento do compositor em Salzburgo foi remodelado com uma instalação do director de teatro americano Robert Wilson.O local de nascimento de Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart está localizado na Getreidegasse, uma das ruas mais estreitas do centro de Salzburgo. A casa nº 9, abre para a Hagenauer Platz, a praça com o nome do proprietário do imóvel Lorenz Hagenauer onde a família Mozart alugara um apartamento no terceiro andar.Uma placa designa o local de nascimento do génio em Salzburg

Foi lá, em 27 de janeiro de 1756, que Anna Maria Mozart deu à luz esse menino: Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus – Wolfgang Amadé Mozart.

As produções de ópera de Wilson são caracterizadas por fascinantes efeitos de iluminação. Ao redesenhar o apartamento de Mozart, a luz desempenha um papel importante. Wilson diz que encontrou inspiração na luz que sente na música de Mozart. As suas composições podem parecer muito simples mas na realidade são muito complexas "disse Wilson tal como já o dissera Brendel "Isso é algo que me fascina na obra de Mozart. Em segundo lugar, o corpo da obra é a luz que ele cria, a luz mental, a paisagem mental, e pode-se dizer a luz virtual. Isso é muito diferente de Wagner, Puccini. É uma luz especial que associo com a música, com o Requiem, a Flauta Mágica."No quarto do apartamento, Wilson conjurou um bando de gansos azuis, voando em direção à janela e ao espaço aberto – uma maneira de exprimir o nascimento de um génio. "Robert Wilson pegou em todas as funções das salas e envolve-as no seu conceito, - e nesta sala do meio, o quarto, há agora uma atmosfera de partida", disse Gabriele Ramsauer, directora do Museu Mozart. "Há gansos voando em direção a uma janela e sente—se que algo de especial deve ter acontecido há muitos anos. Esta é a principal coisa que eu queria transmitir às pessoas que vêm a esta casa." Estivemos lá com grande deleite . Já agora aproveitem uma lista esplêndida de música de Mozart na IDAGIO .

[rabbitcruiser]

Mauthalle, Nuremberg

When city architect Hans Beheim demolished the inner Frauentor in 1498 (since ca 1250 the penultimate city wall had run along here), a granary was built into the former moat. It was the largest (84 x 20 x 29 m) of the 12 civic storehouses which guaranteed food supplies in times of crisis. The three-storey sandstone structure had a five-storey dormer bay in its gabled roof. On the narrow ends, carts could be driven inside. Roof-top hoists facilitated the storing of goods. The eastern gable is decorated by a network of blind ogee arches; the lancet-arched portal bears the city’s coat-of-arms (Adam Kraft, 1502). After 1572, the granary also served as weighhouse and customhouse (Maut = toll). Since 1897/98, commercial use. During restoration in 1953, the half-timbered dormer was reconstructed in plastered masonry. The impressive cellar (26 pillars) now houses a restaurant.

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[endlich-allein]

Lindemann – “Platz Eins”

“Platz Eins” is precisely what’d you expect from the men behind Rammstein and Hypocrisy.

The glitzily intense Neue Deutsche Härte score supports Till Lindemann as he celebrates imprisoning half-clothed women. Then, he and bandmate Peter Tägtgren engage in many kinds of twisted sex acts with them in their hotel room.

Sure, it’s all a bit tongue-in-cheek, but the masks, bodily contortions and physical abuse shown are enough to evoke unsettling movies such as The Poughkeepsie Tapes.

Rammstein – “Pussy”

If any artist was going to appear twice on this list, it’s Lindemann, and with a title like “Pussy,” you can’t be surprised.

Used to promote Rammstein’s 2009 LP – Liebe ist für alle da – the video intercuts performance footage with scenes from a fake porno (starring the band and body doubles). As is typical in such movies, the raunchiness escalates into tongue-in-cheek debauchery featuring a dominatrix, sadomasochistic foreplay, fellatio and many kinds of graphic fornication.

[ddevilissolovely]

Ok, I know you guys are still not over Platz Eins and Till the end, but I can’t be the only one who is still waiting for the last 2 of 5 Rammstein music videos that were planned to be released 🤔 (not to forget the Deutschland making of)

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Podcast Durch die Brille gefragt - guest: Flake

podcast published: 2020-07-03

Some interesting discussions between Flake and the interviewer on musical likes and dislikes, but as an anecdote, i thought this one nice; Flake on his name, the long version 😊

As a child Flake used to stutter quite a lot (you can actually still tell a tiny bit by the way he phrases some words), and had trouble saying his actual name Christian (and also Lorenz was difficult). At some point his brother and him attended a summercamp and one of the other kids used the word Flake, in a name-calling way. The kid had picked the word up from the cartoon tv series Wicky the Viking (where it is the name of a village) which was quite big in the 1970's. Flake didn't watch tv himself, and hadn't heard it before, but thought it an interesting and fun word, so he started to use it himself a lot, so much so that at some point even his brother called him Flake

At school from first grade on he had a chilean friend, and this friend thought it a completely logical name for him, because in spanish they would have called him Flaquito (meaning 'tall and skinny') anyway, so the name stuck. (If i'm not mistaken this friend is still his friend now and also is involved behind the scenes with Rammstein, he at least is mentioned in Flake's books)

And lastly his brother took Latin in school and told him "Flacuus' meant 'great eared' and that was also the case (i'm not sure, it might actually mean 'flabby eared' but who's counting 😉)

And so Flake it was and stayed 💜

[jakobegger]

Ich freuen mich auf unsere PREMIERE SAMSTAG 14.8.2021 - TIROLER VOLKSSCHAUSPIELEN TELFS 𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗡 von Neil LaBute Regie: Peter Lorenz 𝘌𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘭? 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘢̈𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘵 „𝘍𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘯“ 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘧𝘨𝘦𝘧𝘶̈𝘩𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯. 𝘌𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘶̈𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘴𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭: 𝘜̈𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘭.𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘶: 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵 - 𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘸𝘪���𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘨. 𝘚𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘒𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘵 𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘯 𝘬𝘢𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘻𝘶 𝘎𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘵 𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘌𝘹𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰̈𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢̈𝘩𝘳𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮 „𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘯“ 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘨𝘦𝘩𝘵. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘎𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 - 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘰̈𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶̈𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢̈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢̈𝘴𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘷𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘢̈𝘵𝘴𝘻𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘯.𝘋𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘩𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘵.Mit Anna Lena Bucher, Josef Mohamed, Jakob Egger und Katarina HauserBühnenbild: Rubén San Roman GámezKostüm: Uschi HaugRegieassistenz: Hiwot ClausnitzerPremiere: 14. August 2021 - 20:00 im Großen Rathaussaal Telfs (Eduard-Wallnöfer-Platz 5) Weitere Vorstellungen: 15./17./18./19./20./21./22./24./25. August 2021INFOS & TICKETS: https://www.volksschauspiele.at/.../fettes-schwein-premiere

[hanhan156]

Hanhan’s October writing challenge: Rammstein Halloween pt #7

The prompt: Halloween is rolling around and an odd fair has come to town with all manner of old-fashioned clowns, fire-eaters, and jugglers. The character(s) get their hands on tickets to see the show and cannot resist.

And a description because otherwise, it might be a bit confusing: Paul and Richard - or better known to each other as H31k0 and Choco-Krusp=) - have been online dating for a while when they finally decide to meet in real life. On their nice date evening, after having a couple of drinks together, Richard invites his date to visit a circus. There they are introduced to the main attraction they’ll never forget - a duo called The Magnificent Lindemann & Lorenz.

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H31k0: So, are you gonna send me your pic? :)

Choco_Krusp=): Of course not honey, have some patience. ;) You’ll see me tomorrow.

H3ik0: :(((( But how I’m gonna recognize you then?

Choco_Krusp=): I’ll send you a picture of my jacket I’m wearing tomorrow. But see you at five, goodnight. (x)

H3ik0: I can’t wait, sweet dreams Liebling. <3

Paul came to the bar they were supposed to meet a bit earlier. He tried his best to act cool while sipping his beer, but his hands were shaking annoyingly - hopefully, no one noticed it. He distracted himself by picking his phone constantly. That one particular picture he had gotten this morning was still haunting: a picture of a leather jacket with rivets. Even from this small detail, Paul could tell that Choco_Krusp=) was going to be illegally gorgeous.

He gulped. I need more beer now.

5:00

5:03

5:05

The clock was ticking disturbingly. Where is he? Every time the door opened, Paul startled, but still no sign of anyone with a leather jacket.

But just when he was about to go to the toilet, the door opened once again - a guy with spiky black hair in matching red and black clothing stepped in the bar, his eyes seeking for something or someone.

Oh mein Gott, that’s him, oh shit. Paul wasn’t sure was he prepared for this.

He exhaled nervously - he knew he had to act now and introduce himself to the person who was so familiar yet so unknown to him still.

Paul approached the man and had almost a heart failure when their eyes finally met.

“Umm, Choco_Krusp, I assume?” he asked shyly.

The other man beamed when he realized he had found what he was seeking. “Yes!” he replied and offered his hand to Paul. “So nice to meet you finally, H31k0! I’m Richard.”

“Yeah, I’m Paul, nice to meet you.” He wondered, did it suddenly get hotter in the bar or why he was sweating so much.

The evening went on and a couple of beers later, they both relaxed after the awkward start. What Paul didn’t know was that Richard had been scared to death as well about meeting his online partner finally even though he had tried his best to act self-confident.

They couldn’t stop staring at each other and with every passing beer they had more courage to come closer to each other. Paul hoped the sweet evening would never end.

“So, umm…do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?” Paul asked and hoped he didn’t sound too desperate.

“Actually, I have.”

“Oh, ok then.” Yeah, of course, he must be busy, what were you thinking…

Richard leaned closer. “I have a plan which includes you as well.”

“Aha?” Paul’s cheeks were now on fire, but luckily, the dimmed lightning saved him from exposure.

The other man dug something from his pocket: two pieces of paper. “There’s a circus in town and I’d love it if you’d join me there.”

Paul took the other ticket to his hand and read the colorful text out loud: “Willst du dein Platz in Flammen sehen? Is that the name of the circus?”

Richard nodded. “Yes. So, are you coming with me?”

“Definitely, it sounds too interesting to skip.” And if it gives me more time to adore your handsome face, you don’t have to ask twice.

From the strange name, Paul expected that the circus wasn’t going to be an ordinary one, but still, he was surprised when he saw it in his own eyes. Firstly, there weren’t any families with kids and secondly, the acts weren’t the classics like poodles jumping through hula-hoops or clowns throwing pies at each other. Instead, what they had witnessed so far, included for example pole dancers - meant to be sexy, but Paul and Richard were more interested in each other than hot ladies now - clowns telling offensive jokes, insulting the audience members and almost naked woman doing acrobatics with an anaconda and a python. One of the weirdest dates Paul had ever been in, but still, he had to admit that Richard was not only a good-looking guy, but he also seemed to have fascinating interests.

After the snake lady had finished, it was time for the final act.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we all have been waiting for! Let’s welcome the Magnificent Lindemann & Lorenz!” Paul had seen a vague picture of the main act outside the circus tent but didn’t have any clue what it was about.

The arena’s lights were dimmed and through a heavy smokescreen, two figures were approaching the middle of the arena: the other one walking with slow, confident steps, and the other crawling on the ground - it was difficult to tell was it an animal or a person.

When the spotlights were targeted on the performers, the audience saw the duo properly: another one was a huge guy, in gothic clothing and make-up - he resembled a grotesque bodybuilder. His partner - a slender, topless man - was on a leash like a dog.

“Holy hell, this is some next-level shit,” Richard whispered and took his date’s hand in his own. “I can’t wait to see what’s gonna happen…”

Paul was uneasy about this. “Is this some…S&M stuff?”

“I honestly have no idea, but we’ll see soon.”

The show began with the huge guy spanking his “pet” with a long whip which made noise so loud it made Paul pity the submissive guy - it must have actually hurt, but the target of the whipping had just frozen to his place. But even worse than being spanked was that the big guy dug out an artificial penis from his Lederhosen and started to hump his sidekick like a horny alpha male dog - to make it more realistic, there was even white liquid spread all around the circus tent. Paul was now certainly happy they weren’t in the front row which seemed to get quite a dose of the fake cum.

The show proceeded and in every act, the main theme seemed to be humiliating the slender man in the most twisted ways possible. For example, in one of their numbers, the huge guy came to the arena with a giant pot in which he cooked his partner, acting like there was going to be a feast with human flesh tonight. Paul bet they both got burnt by the flamethrower the huge guy was using - even the audience could feel the hot waves. Overall, the disturbing show was filled with fire and the acts looked dangerous.

Even though the performance felt out of place and disgusting, neither Paul nor Richard couldn’t get their eyes out of the entertainers - in fact, the whole audience was mesmerized. There was something strangely fascinating about the bond between the two men on the arena: how on earth would somebody be willing to do this publicly? They seemed to be perfectly ok with this - it was their bizarre way to express their art and at least if nothing else, it was unique. It was like an overview of a catalog of human beings’ darkest secret corners nobody wanted to admit they had.

Their last number contained two of them hitting each other with plastic tubes - it was now sure that it wasn’t fake blood on their faces - followed by the huge guy chewing wine glasses, spitting the shattered glass on the ground and forcing his companion to walk over and to roll on them naked. The climax was them both lifted up to the ceiling with metallic wings, flames coming from the tips.

Finally, the lights went out and the roaring, hungry audience was craving for me.

“That was…amazing…I desperately need to meet those guys,” Richard mumbled and stood up, offering his hand. “Are you coming with me?”

“W-what, like immediately? Is it really a good idea…”

“Yes, before the audience starts rushing outside. There must be a way to sneak into the performer’s dressing room.”

You are impossible… “Umm, I’m not so sure about it…”

“C’mon, come with me, please.” Richard had an instinct that if he wouldn’t act now he would regret it for the rest of his life. There was something unique and hypnotizing in this art form: even though how risky it would be, he wanted to meet the guys doing this in person.

Paul stared at the offered hand when he sighed and finally took it. “Let’s be quick then.”

They ran as fast as they could through the audience, towards the unknown in the darkness. Paul kept thinking of where he would end up with this guy. Still, he knew already, he’d follow him even into the lion’s den - Richard was simply irresistible.