#ugh. I just want to habe their face on my face.

[tatoasting]

Guys where were you when I needed you most? When I should have been here drunkenly talking about Hollow instead I was in his dms being weird!!! Pain!! Misery!! Betrayal of the drunken mind to forget the safe avenue of the loving portrait!!

[sockmonstergotstyle]

It’s reached that time of night where i start googling “why am I still single”

[multiplefandomsblog]

Nagito, Kokichi and Gundham with a s/o who wears a mask

Desc; S/o is insecure of a large scar on her eye, so they cover it with a prosthetic mask. But someone snatches it off their face. >:(

Btw!!! If you have insecurities about past scars, remember that Nagito, Gundham and Kokichi will always love you no matter what! As well as the other characters from danganronpa >:3 remember to love yourself and all your scars, because you are truly beautiful! And you can’t say otherwise! ùwú

Warnings; tw; insults based off looks/scars, cussing, threatening, very very few sexual comments(there’s like 1)

Nagito

You were walking around the beach with Nagito, hand in hand. You two conversed about random topics, though Nagito mostly talked about hope obviously. As you two talked, you didn’t notice a certain pig-tailed girl make her way towards you. The both of you being too entranced by the other.

As you turned your head to see Hiyoko charging towards you, you were too slow to avoid her gremlin-like hands, Hiyoko was able to snatch your mask off. Your eyes widened in shock at the feeling of your mask being removed, but before you could even feel the air hit your face, Nagito acted quickly. 

He hastily brought you into a hug, gently pressing your face against his shoulder, shielding your scar from view. Personally, Nagito adored your scar, for he loved every part of you.

Despite all his countless compliments and sentiments, he knew how insecure you still were. So he did what he needed to do, for your sake. Feeling a warmth engulf your heart, you teared up at Nagito’s actions. You truly appreciated him.

You stood there in Nagito’s embrace, the embarrassment finally hitting you like a brick shortly after. Oh how you were glad Nagito was there. Nagito curled his arm protectively around your body, “Not cool, Hiyoko-san. What a terrible act of despair.” He shook his head and sighed from disappointment,

“Well it’s okay, your talent isn’t completely wasted. Because you can become a wonderful sacrifice for the other ultimates! Don’t you think?” Nagito spoke with sickly sweet tone, his words becoming louder and more crazed with time. He looked directly into Hiyoko’s panic-stricken irises with his swirled ones as he grinned.

“W-what are you saying? If you’re threatening m-me, I’ll tell the others!” Nagito nodded his head with an inappropriately cheerful smile, “Go ahead! Tell them what you did!” Nagito giggled maniacally, successfully scaring her away. She made a sound of frustration before skittering away like a cockroach. 

Hearing Hiyoko’s footsteps fade away, you slowly relaxed into Nagito’s protective embrace. Nagito slowly calmed down from his previous state as well, relieved that the rat was gone.

He didn’t let go of you until he realized what he was doing, “M-my hope! I’m so sorry, I know you probably didn’t want to hug trash like me-” He tried pulling away but you shoved his body back towards you. “... Thank you.” He let out a small squeak before hesitantly hugging you back. 

He brought his hands up to cup your face, seeing your face properly without your mask. Your eyes widened as you struggled to hide your face from his gaze. But before you could move away he kissed your scar multiple times, leaving you in a daze.

Your face got redder with every kiss he gave you, eventually he stopped right before your lips. “I love every single part of you, especially your scars, so don’t hide them from me.” And he leaned in.

Kokichi

You and Kokichi were playing hide & seek in the school—of course—after an abundant amount of pleading on Kokichi’s side. As soon as you heard Kokichi holler out a, “Ten!”

You started sprinting to the other side of the school; You see, you take hide & seek games very seriously. Well, you decided you’d take hide & seek games seriously ever since Kokichi said that, and I quote, “If you lose, you have to show me your face!”

Why did you take the bet, you ask? Because Kokichi also said, “But if I lose, I’ll wear a maid dress for a week!” And you needed to see him in that dress. So you ran like hell, on your way to the lockers in one of the classrooms. As you ran down the hall, you accidentally bumped into Miu. 

“Hey! Watch it, you piss stained deformed pig!” She yelled out, taking a step back, you looked at her with confusion and anger. “Bitch, excuse-” You cut yourself off as you felt her snatch your mask off your face. “W-what the hell!?”

You yelped as you stumbled back and covered your face with your hand, “Why w-would you do that?” You stuttered out, the vulnerability of your mask off hitting you like a truck. You looked to the ground, not being able to make eye contact with your assaulter, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m sure everyone has wanted to see that gross face beneath your mask! I’d be doing them a favour!” She threw her head back, hysterically laughing at you.

You wanted so bad to knock her off her high horse, but she was still holding on to your mask. Since you’ve become overly comfortable with your mask, you weren’t able to function properly without it.

So all you could utter out was a meek, “J-just give it back.” Because of your focus on your mask, you completely forgot about the hide & seek game. Thus, forgetting that Kokichi was probably trying to find you right now.

“Whaaaaaat~? Iruma-san got to see your face before me? S/o-chaaaaaan, that’s not fair.” You shot your head up, making eye contact with a pair of familiar purple eyes. Before quickly looking back down, too ashamed to reveal your face.

Miu’s eyes darted around the room to find the source of the noise, but she couldn't find where it came from. Then, Miu suddenly tensed up, feeling Kokichi’s tight grip on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, why don’t I rip out your eyeballs so we can say you never saw anything?” Kokichi dug his fingers into her shoulder, eerily grinning up at her. Miu winced and tried to get away from him. Seeing this, Kokichi giggled, “Nishishi!” before leaning beside her ear, “...You have 5 seconds, whore.”

Kokichi’s grin grew impossibly larger, looking as if the edges of his mouth had been split. A lewd cry came out from Miu’s mouth before she freed herself from the boy’s grip. You both watched as she ran down the hall, clutching her groin. Did... did she get aroused from that?

You looked back down and watched Kokichi’s shoes as they slowly approached you. “Hmmm, my turn! My turn!” Kokichi gripped both your wrists, pulling them away from your face. Flinching away from his gaze, you expected him to make a disgusted face or push you away but instead he said,

“Oh c’mon, you don't even look that bad! Maaaaan, I thought you’d look scary. But instead you just look perfectly fuckable! Bummer.” Kokichi huffed out defeatedly, pretending not to notice your face that was becoming redder and redder with every second. “You can’t say things l-like that so e-easily!”

Kokichi smirked at your flustered state, before putting on an innocent facade, “Hey, why are you so nervous, huh? Is it because you like me?” You perked your head up slightly from his guess in panic, oh shit he knows. “Well? Answer the question, dummy!” He playfully leaned in closer to get a reaction out of you.

He tilted his head underneath yours, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. Not being able to avoid his gaze, you shyly looked at him. He grinned when he saw your eyes lock with his, content that you finally looked at him. You flushed underneath his stare, “Ohhh I see.” He exaggerated,

“So you are in love with me.” Before you could refute, Kokichi pecked you quickly on your lips, disallowing you from saying anything else. “W-wha?” Kokichi cackled to himself before running away, “Nishishi! Start counting, S/o-Chan~!” 

Gundham

 You were in the rocket punch market with Gundham, searching the aisles for freeze dried strawberries. You and Gundham wanted to get his hamsters a treat so they can, ‘rise and become the rulers of the island!‘ as the great prince of darkness said.

You looked through the candy aisle, searching for the dried fruit. While skimming your hand through the various plastic packages, you accidentally brushed your hand against Gundham’s. You both pulled away and flushed from the contact. 

You hid your blushing face in your mask, whilst he hid his in his scarf. You both apologized profusely to each other, “S-sorry! I wasn’t watching my hand and-” “S/o, you must’t apologize! It was me who was at fault.” You two kept bickering back and forth, before ultimately reaching a common ground. ‘It was the package’s fault.’ Hiyoko rolled her eyes at your disgustingly adorable ‘argument’.

You two went back to searching for the treat, stealing small glances from each other. God, you guys acted like an oblivious awkward teen couple. Hiyoko watched your dumbasses act like idiots and got sick of it, she just wanted her goddamn gummy bears.

She groaned before barging into your aisle, “You guys are so annoying! Ugh, can’t you and freak-face just go already?” You winced at the insult, feeling that deep pit of insecurity all over again. 

Hiyoko went up to you and smacked your mask off, “For fuck’s sake, why do you even like this nerd? They’re so ugly!” You scrambled to your knees to pick your mask back up. But before you could, she stepped on it.

You whimpered at the broken material, letting your hair cover your face like a curtain. You slowly stood up with one hand on your face, about to leave as Hiyoko said but Gundham quickly grabbed your wrist. 

He faced Hiyoko with a threatening aura surrounding him, “Puto vos esse molestissimos, vacca stulta.” Hiyoko looked at Gundham with scared confusion, “The fuck? A-are you cursing me?” Gundham looked at Hiyoko dead in the eyes before taking another breath, 

“Faciem durum cacantis habes, futue te ipsum!” Hiyoko slowly backed away, feeling chills run up her spine. “I just wanted some damn gummy bears!” Hiyoko wailed before turning on her heels and out the doors. 

Gundham turned to you, checking if you were okay. But instead, you stepped away from him. You didn’t want him to see your scar, you didn’t want him to think you were ugly. “Wait- I- My mask-” You choked up, feeling a panic attack bubble up from your chest.

Gundham looked at you with concern, it pained him to see you in such distress. Grabbing your shoulders, he spoke to you with a strong, confident voice, “S/o. You are the darkest light in my life, I adore every part of you. Your battle scars, your charisma, you. I love you.”

He moved your hair away from your face, and lightly kissed your scar. “Your scar proves how incredible you are, it proves you’ve fought the demons in hell! And that just makes you even more perfect.”

You smiled when you heard him call you perfect, unsure of when someone last called you that. You continued to cry harder, but instead of in pain, you cried from the overwhelming love you had for this man. 

sorry for taking long! and thank you for requesting :)

[the-littlefangirl]

TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM. 

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS. 

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly * 

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go.  I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing?  Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

[nyarisu]

Rammstein: Paris liveblogging

This live is so fancy! My god, the intro is so dramatic, and the guys haven’t even appeared XD there are even alarm sounds!

Their entrance is *chef’s fingers kiss* and Ollie being the high fantasy dark elf we all asspire to be XD Say what you will about the spasmic editing, this was very nicely filmed!

I love the array of microphones on Till’s coat.

Asdghjl the flags being set into place and then Ollie with the flame! It’s all so badass! Also Schneider is hot XD

Sonne

Oooh they’re starting with this one! Also one of the few times he’s counting.

The instrumental at the beginning is always giving me shivers, it’s so powerfull

And I love the static editing

I can say whatever I want about this song being over mentioned by everyone... but the true is it’s amazing!

Don’t punch yourself, dumb baby.

THE FIRE!!!

Lol @ Richard being a sea urchin XD

The ending was fantastic<3 very dramatic!

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Aasdfghjkl THAT SHOT OF SCHNEIDER!!!

The doom guy sounds are killing me I love them and the fireworks collars are amazing. I love this song so much!

Schneider throwing the drummstick in the air ♡

„AAAAAAA AAAAA” silly editing of Till every time AAAA BUT FUNNY NONETHELESS

„RAMMSTEIN!”

I love the gloves!

This song always gets me so pumeped up! And the editing makes it even more dramatic and full o energy!

The fire works at the end!

Keine Lust

Unfortunately, I sometimes vibe with this song T_T

It has such a powerful beginning it must be wonderful to hear it live.

Wanna see me fangirl again about Schneider spinning the stick midair and then catching it again?

Flake loks weird and I wouldn’t trust him.

Richard’s „nein, Ich habe keine Lust”

Dear lord Till has wonderfull eyes.

Wtf was with that tongue, Jonas??

Very nice Schnooter shots!

Oh, Ollie is hoodless now. A bit better, I think.

Paul being badass with his guitar.

Till bby who hurt you like this?

(fortunately for me ich habe some Lust hence me doing this liveblog)

Sehnsucht

Let’s geT NOSTALGIC BITCHES

I love that chanting so much!

Did he just made a cross sign??

Till is doing some hammering and Flake is just vibing XD

The chanting! The fire! The atmpshere!! I love everything about this song live

If he doesn’t hit his forhead.... oh, he actually didn’t...

Asche zu Asche

Nice trio in the front~

I swear to god Richard is always sexy on the mic during this song and he’s probably doing it on purpose! And the way he gestures!!

Lol I was wondering when Till will start acting like a slut XD

The keyboards are amazing before the last chorus.

Yesssh microhpones on fire!1

Feuer frei

Ugh that tongue edit again... leave Till’s tongue alone, Jonas!

Auch, that hurt.

BANG BANG

Flake, chase that nonsense right away XD

Leave his eye alone too!

That Schneider smirk when Till came with the mask. I love the masks!

IMAGINE BEING THERE and seeing this asdfghjkl the ultimate Rammstein experience.

Mutter

Some green lightng oh no that’s Mutter better be prepared to have my heart broken. The saddest song to ever sad you have no idea what it does to me.

Richard playing there, he’s really feeling the song.

The guitar solo is amazing!

Till was suffering there and I was shamelessly admiring Schneider behind him XD

God his eyes

The spark shower, if that doesn’t beak your heart even further... (but very nice arms >w>)

*sighs* that was fantastic~

Mein Teil

Wow I can’t belive he even added sound effects to the title melting away gross :))))

I’m getting goosebumps because of the insrtumental, it’s that awesome!

I love the moves schenider has in the background. And everytime he strikes the air with his fist.

Flake popping out of the couldron kils me everytime XD

Too much blood editing.

„da aAS IS MEIN TEIL!”

Schneider is being once again sexy in the back.

Till has funny dance moves but i love his serious face

And Flake being like no thank you I’m not buying anythingXD

Let’s START THE FLAKE COOKING

„you over there, give me your fire throwing thingy” jaaaaaaaa

There is no concert without Fklake’s spastic dance moves XD

Du riechst so gut

The bow!!

„der Wahnsinn” dear lord Richard you’re killing me.

The first time I saw Paul and Till doing that I almost had a heart attack I really thought they were gonna smash their heads together XD I see them doing it for shits and giggles.

I love the synchronised head baniging (more like bodybanging)

Yes, guitars on fire! Congrats on throwing that now jump after it :)))))

I just want to kiss Till’s mouth.

Links 2 3 4

Schneider stop being sexy!

I love the guys’ entrance for this song.

Till being all business. Onwards, my mighty stallion XD

The last chorus was very nice and full of energy (thanks editing).

Du hast

Ugh to those lightnings but otherwise is fantastic.

Do you think they ever get sick of playing it? I never expected this to be Richard’s fav song to play live....

That RZK ass XD

The fire!

Oh the keyboard must be divine live~

It must be really impressing to have a full hall singing just for you.

And then my favourite part! All that thing wiht shooting fire that comes back and then the whole stage exploding! Definitely my favourite R+ effect. Really nice image

Haifish

This gave me goosebumps again

„Sechs Herzen, die brennen” *choking* thanks for the feels-

Flake is really brave for doing that boat thingy. I could never.

Lol those dance moves, unexpected butf unny as usual.

Till clapping for Flake XDDD silly

I like the pose he aodopted while waiting for the song to move on.

Buck dich intro

This gets it’s own section because I love the instrumental so much!! Or remix, whatever you wanna cal it. It’s fantastic<3

And Richard enjoying every eye on him :D Nice ass anyway.

Weird over editing I don’t understand but whatever, we’re ignoring that.

Woo woo machine XD

Asdhjkl the BRIDGE IS COMING DOWN

THEY ARE COMING SDFGHJKLSCJHNV EJUSCD

Hello Frau Schneider and her puppies #till lehman is a sub

One of my favourite Till looks.

Of course he must be humping something or someone XD

Schneider x Rchard banter is the best. And then bodilly dragging Till onto the stage<3 I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING OK??

Look at him being a good puppy RHI WHERE IS YOUR FIC??

Buck dich

Honestly now what is better that a shirtless Till with a colar?

The most syncopated instrumental ever. They are fucking crazy (I love them).

I was reminded of this fic XDD

Wow imagine being there and seeing Buck dich for the first time that is wild

„why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 1)

„NOCH EINMAL!!!”

The whole ending with Till and Schneider was hilarious XDDD

Man gegen man

Let’s go with that gay song! XD

Dumb editing but I’m focusing on Flake dancing beside Till.

He has an amazing back<3

I love how he goes crazy during the solo.

Wow Jonas went full with the editing for a few seconds didn’t he?

Also Till did something very sexy with that watter bottle.

Ohne dich

Time to have no feels again

I want that collar too.

Paulchard vibing together’

The hall looks amazin with all those little light on!

Dear lord Schneider looks fantastic.

Paul being cute again XD

Asdfghjkl Till crossing that bridge gave me a nose bleed tbh

Mein Herz brennt

My favorurite instrumental ever! And the one who convinced me to listen to this band.

A little sad they put on shirts again but hey, at least RZK took his off XD

The glowing heart is a loved effect but I preffer the current one to this, the timing is better now.

Amerika

Live is the only way I’m not skipping this song. The last time I listened to it is probably the last time I watched this very live XD

Are they actually whistling?

Why do they all look so good?

Flake, what are you doing? :)))

Ich will

Richard’s arms lookin fine and Till is being a slutt with the microphone again XD

Was that chick shirtles? XDD

Nice firework at the end.

Engel

So... is this whistling real or?

Those wings... in Till’s defence, I thing the floating wings are much more spectacular and much easier for his back too.

Pew!

Why!! Why do you edit those things?? They are gonna give me nightmares!

But whatever the wings on fire are cool.

Really Jonas this is not an anime stop enlarging eyes.

Pussy

Another badass entrance, considering the song XD

„Er könnte etwas größer sein” will always kill me :)))

Oh, your eyes are so pretty~

Poor mic stand.

The dick canon! To be in the first few rows... XDD „why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 2)

I love how wide Till’s back is<3

„let’s do it QUICK” peak slutiness from Herr Lindemann :)))))

I love how they all gathered around Schneider.

It impresses me so much everytime they kneel for their audience<3

Looking very nice there, Ollie!

I thought Schneider was gonna do a backflip with how he streched XDDD oh, hello Richard~

Fruhling in Paris

Till has very nice legs.

Not saying anything about him floating off like a damn fairy :)))))

I love evey time one of the others is singling along (this time: Schneider)

And Flake just ran off XD

Conclusions:

Tbh when I’m lacking motivation I really should watch this live it gives so much energy!

The Amerika / Engel whistling question still stands.

2 hours of nothing but Rammstein. I approve

[shipper-trash-bag]

Only One Room

Dean wanted to fume, but he only took the keys with a tight smile at the elderly desk clerk, turned on his shoe, and hustler pit of the motel office. Once the door closed behind him, however, he decided he didn’t need to be calm anymore. “Son of a bitch!”

Sam popped the trunk to grab the bags inside, regarding his brother with single raised eyebrow. “Let me guess: only the one room?” Dean grumbled his response. “Well, we’ll manage.”

The eldest Winchester brother turned his stink eye to their compatriot, his latest annoyance. “Hey, don’t look at me,” Gabriel said, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I’ll be on my best behaviour: Scout’s Honour!”

“Like you’ve ever been a Boy Scout,” Dean scoffed.

“No, I wasn’t. But I was an archangel, thank you very much,” he bit back, the bitterness edging into his tone. He took a calming breath, anything to keep the peace. “But the sentiment remains. We can last one night.”

Dean nodded curtly, all but ripping his bag from Sam’s hand in annoyance. He was sure he’d have cracked a tooth from how clenched his jaw was, but he guess that was all the luck he had lately. Ever since Gabriel has stuck around for good, he and Sam had gotten close. TOO close, if you asked Dean, and it had really made things awkward when Cas wasn’t around.

See, for some crazy reason, the two of them had, Ugh, bonded. They became friends, and in the past three months, sort of boyfriends. They of course hadn’t outright come out and said it, because of course not. That would have been too easy! Instead, he’d caught them necking in the Dean Cave one night while some nature documentary was playing on the new big screen Gabriel had sprung for the place.

He detested them together, and he had hoped he’d get some backup on the situation at hand from the rest of the family. No such luck. Jack loved the idea of them together, even going so far as to give them belated Valentines Day cards (which Gabriel had framed). Castiel was “just happy they were happy” and their mother? Well, Mary didn’t exactly jump for joy at the notion of her son dating the ex angel who had killed her other son over a hundred times, but she did like how happy Gabriel made Sam. And okay, Gabriel was good at making Sam happy, Dean would give him that. But why did Sam have to date such an arrogant ass?

Gabriel had calmed down some since the last time he was in their lives, which Dean liked. He felt gross about it, too, considering Gabriel’s more reserved nature cane at the hands of years of abuse from a sadistic fuck, but he thought maybe part of it was actually from Gabriel’s true nature. Sure, he still got his prank on, but it was smaller scale stuff now. Manageable. But outside of the maturity he had, and how happy he made Sam, Dean still didn’t like him.

Which is why he hated having to share a room with him. But Gabriel went wherever Sam did. He wasn’t an angel anymore, after all, and he couldn’t just fly to Sam if he was injured. He’d given up his grace to bring him back from the dead the year before already. He would be broken up if Sam got injured and he wasn’t around to hold his hand.

And Dean appreciated that, he really did, but Gabriel was a noisy sleeper. Tossing and turning and mumbling in his sleep. He had no idea how Sam had been sharing a bed with the floppy man all these months.

It was a thought he soon found out about when he woke in the middle of the night several hours later to tossing and a low whisper from the next bed. Ready to yell at them for messing around with him just three feet away, he stopped when he heard Gabriel’s voice.

“Shh, shhh, Sam. Wake up. Wake up, sweetie. It’s just a nightmare. It’s not real, wake up, it’s not real.”

Dean turned his head, covering his face with the blanket so he could peek out unnoticed by them. Sam’s face was twisted in pain, iluminated from the motel room sign through the open curtain in the lone window. Gabriel gently shook his boyfriend until Sam bolted awake out of bed. Hands flew to cradle his sweating face, turning it to look down at him. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare, okay?”

Sam nodded, dazed eyes flitting abut the room. “Just... just a nightmare,” he painted.

Gabriel nodded, guiding him to lie back down. “It was hell, wasn’t it?” Sam nodded again, closing his eyes and curling into Gabriel’s chest, gripping at the Stanford T-shirt that once was his own that he outgrew a long time ago. “It’s okay, sweetie. He’s dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Dean could hear the hardness in his voice, could feel the hollowness of his words. “He’s dead. He’ll never touch you again.”

“He’s dead,” Sam repeated, hiding his face from the world. “He can’t hurt anyone ever again.”

“You’re here with me, you’re safe.”

“I’m safe.”

Gabriel carded his hair through his fingers, kissing the top of Sam’s head gently. “You’re safe. I’m right here, Dean’s sleeping in the next bed over, the door is locked: you’re safe here.” Gabriel curled closer around him, almost as if he could press fit the broken pieces of the man back together again. “You’re safe here.”

Sam nodded, only to sit up again a half second layer. “Dean! Shit, did I wake him?”

Dean shut his eyes, trying to keep up the ruse that he was asleep. He didn’t want Sam to feel embarrassed for habing a hell themed nightmare and waking his older brother. He didn’t need that added onto him.

“No,” he heard Gabriel say, shuffling of fabric from the other bed telling him that Gabe managed to get Sam to lie back down. “He’s still asleep. It’s okay. You didn’t wake him. Do you want to talk about it?” Rustling of hair on fabric. “Okay. Want me to hold you?” More rustling. “Okay. Come here, I got you.”

“Im sorry I woke you.”

“No. Sam, please, i told you, remember? I love you. I’d do anything for you. I don’t care that you woke me. I care that you’re safe. Now, do you want to try falling back to sleep?”

The rustling on the pillow must have been a nod. “Okay. Let’s sleep then.”

“Thanks. I love you.”

Dean’s eyes flew open at the admission, shocking him more than he was expecting.

The sound of lips smacking against lips filled the room, followed by a quiet, “I love you too,” from Gabriel, before they both settled in for the night.

Dean closed his eyes, hands coming up to rub at them as he settled into bed with a single thought: “I guess I was wrong.”

The next morning, Dean reminded himself to be more polite to Gabriel, even letting him pick where to eat breakfast. Sam was surprised to see the change in his brother, but Dean wanted to turn over a new leaf. It was clear to him now how much Gabe loved Sam, and he’d be a pretty shitty brother if he just shut them down simply because Gabriel wasn’t his favourite person. They both wanted the best for Sam, and that was good enough.

That and Gabe had a killer set of tastebuds

[richonnejustdesserts]

Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around. [RATED: T]

Chapter 8 (written by @pastelogramm)

“Ugh, Dad. Not this song, again.”

Carl was reprimanding his father on his choice of music. They bantered amongst each other as Michonne and Judith delightfully peered over to both of them in the car. They were all cozily nestled into Rick’s SUV on a weekend trip. It was spring break and the windows were cracked open to allow the first cool breezes of the season to seep in the car.

The night before, all of them had carefully crafted their traveling playlist over pizza from Glenn’s.Carl and Michonne bonded over their song selections, bouncing band names off each other well past Carl’s bed time. They happened to have a large amount of classic rock in common. Michonne would hip Carl to Nu Jazz and 90’s RnB and Carl would introduce Michonne to newer artist and Alternative Rock. Now Carl was giving Rick a hard time over his preferences, a mixture of Rockabilly and Folk tunes.

“You know I have to play this song everytime we go fishing, Carl,” Rick playfully scoffed and snapped his fingers along to the banjos strumming at a high tempo. Not allowing Carl’s digs to get him down. “It’s tradition, practically draws the fish to us.”

Under his breath, Carl chided just loud enough for him to hear, “Yeah, more like draws them away.”

Michonne chimed in with a loud laugh “Carl, his tastes aren’t all that bad. It leaves something to be desired but, not that bad.” She playfully tapped Rick’s knee which Rick reciprocated with a wink. He savored the moment to soak in Michonne’s features, made even more exquisite by the sunrise falling over them. They’d been on the road since early morning in order to make a quick stop off at Michonne’s parent’s house, and then to the countryside for some mid-day fishing.  

Carl placed his elbow on Michonne’s headrest to speak over the blaring music. “But you actually have taste, Michonne. I like your songs. Hey, I can tolerate Judith’s kiddy music. But Dad’s, I can’t stand. Let’s not give him the aux cord next time.”

Judith, previously too distracted by doodling in her memory book, peeked from under it in defense of her father “I actually like Daddy’s songs, Carl. They remind me of Old McDonald.”

Everybody burst out in roarious laughter and Carl exclaimed, “Exactly, Judith.”

As the song came to an end, Michonne glanced at the phone that held their custom playlist and smirked. “Well Carl, you’ll be happy to know, a song is coming up that we all seemed to like.”

Carl, knowing that they agreed on very few songs, was instantly excited. As the beginning of the song faded in, everybody in the car seemed to be filled with a sense of anticipation. All four of them were enjoying their time with one another, and they knew this weekend would be no different.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone

Turned on some music to start my day

I lost myself in a familiar song

I closed my eyes and I slipped away

xxxx

Carl and Judith had drifted off to sleep for some time, leaving Rick and Michonne to talk about their day. As suspected, the rumors surrounding their “scandal” of a relationship had died down within a matter of days, leaving Rick and Michonne to delve deeper into their relationship, what it meant for them and the kids.

“I haven’t seen my mom in while. Besides facetiming, of course. It’ll be good to see her in the flesh, and for her to see you.” She rested her hand over his headrest, fiddling with his chocolate curls. “With all of the things I’ve been telling her about you and the kids, she was chewing me out to meet you all.” Michonne eyed Rick with a questioning expression. “You ready?”

Rick nodded, “Yeah. I’m excited to meet her too. Albeit nervous.” Rick gripped the steering wheel. “I feel like a high schooler knocking on my date’s door.”

Michonne giggled,“She’s gonna love you, Rick. She already loves you.” With that look, Rick was at ease. Michonne knew exactly where to reach to get him in a calm place.

The GPS sounded that they were all less that 10 minutes away from Michonne’s old house, waking Carl and Judith from their deep sleep.

Judith sleepily growled from the backseat, “So what is your mommy like Michonne?”

Michonne glanced at the rearview mirror and into her inquisitive face, Judith was the most excited to meet her mother. “People say she’s a lot like me, Judy. She inspired me to become an artist, you know? She is a sculptor in her spare time.”

“So there are two Mrs. A’s?” Judith’s eyes went wide and excited. She didn’t know if she could handle the prospect of another kind, creative, smart and pretty Michonne.

Michonne replied with a grin, “Well, I guess you could say that, Judy.”

The car pulled into the driveway of a sage green two-story house. In the front, there was a screened porch with a couple of rocking chairs adorning it. Towards the back, you could make out a garden that was sprouting first blooms of vegetation. It all looked very tidy and homey.

A figure exited from the screen porch and out to greet them. It was a slender, older woman with long silver locs pulled into a ponytail. As far away as she was, she had a presence about her that was joyful and polished. She was the exact mirror of Michonne.

“There she is!” Michonne barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before making a beeline toward her mother.  

“Is that my baby coming out of that car!?” The woman warmly approached with open arms and embraced her child, rocking with her, pulling away solely to get a look at her face.  

Meanwhile, Carl, Judith, and Rick pooled out of the car and gathered around while they were still locked in a hug and exchanging pleasantries. Rick gazed at the pair and he could see the deep relationship these two had.

“Is Daddy still on that business trip in Macon?” Michonne inquired.

Michonne’s mother shook her head in feigned disappointment, “Yes, you know he would be here if he could. That man is always busy.”

Michonne mused, “I know. Maybe we can double back on our way back to King County and catch some time with him.”

After they parted, Rick offered his hand to shake in the most southern gentlemen type of way and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Anthony. I’m Rick.”

Michonne’s mother allowed his hand to hang in the air for a spell and smirked.“I don’t do handshakes, baby. We hug over here.” With that, she pulled him in for the biggest bear hug. “And my name is Roseline.” She smiled that same 1000 watt smile that Michonne had.”Michonne has told me so much about you. All good things.”

Rick, delighted by how welcoming Michonne’s mom was being replied,“Yes ma-, I mean, Miss Roseline.”

Michonne walked over to the children and put her arms around them, “Mama, I’d like for you to meet Rick’s children, Carl and Judith.”

“Of course! I’ve heard so much about the two of you! Over here is Mr. Baseball Star. And here is the budding artist. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” She reached in to hug both of the children which they warmly reciprocated. Judith had stars in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine a world that housed two Mrs. A’s. She was absolutely smitten.

“I made this for you!” Judith pulled out a folded up piece of paper that she was hiding in her overalls and presented it to Roseline. “My Daddy says never come to somebody’s house empty-handed.”

Roseline unfolded the piece of paper and examined the drawing. It was a picture of everybody that was in the car that day in crayon. On the top was scribbled “tank yu for habing us.”

Roseline was over the moon about the drawing and kneeled down to Judith’s level. “This is so beautiful, baby! Thank you.” Roseline pulled her in for yet another hug. “I’m putting this on my fridge as soon as a get in the house.”  

“Your children are absolutely precious, and mannerable too.”

“Thank you,” Rick replied.

Roseline chuckled “I remember when Michonne was young like you two. She was really interested in those samurai movies and comics. All the time, kicking, using brooms as swords and such…Tearing up my house.” Roseline playfully glared at Michonne. “But she was just a sweet and kind as she could be.”

Rick laughed at Roseline’s recounting. Imagining the now calm and collected Michonne, breaking vases from kicking in the house. “You don’t strike me as the cutting up kind, ‘Chonne.”

“The Arts settled me, Rick.” Michonne shook her head and shot a sly grin at her mom, a little embarrassed that she was spilling so much information so quickly.

Roseline leaned into her daughter for a side hug, “Oh yes, I have so much to tell you about Michonne, she’s got so many stories. We’re gonna have fun, Rick.”

Rick’s voice grew bubbly, “I really would like that Miss Roseline.” As he passed a look over to Michonne, Rick was amazed at the woman before him. He wanted to hear all of the things about her that she’d glanced over about herself. Absolutely all of it.

“Well, I was in the kitchen since early this morning and made some breakfast for you all so that’s time for plenty of stories. You can’t go fishing on an empty stomach can you?”

Carl, who had been complaining of hunger pangs for about an hour immediately piped up, “We sure can’t.”

Roseline chuckled at his comment. “I can already tell this boy can eat, I like that!”

xxxx

Roseline had prepared a large spread for her guests. Fried catfish, eggs, grits with cheese, biscuits from scratch, and many other things were on the menu. Afterward, they lounged around in Roseline’s Garden.Carl was paging through some of Michonne’s comics that she’d dug out from her old room and Judith had stolen Michonne away for a moment to teach her how to make pressed flowers for her memory book. Rick and Roseline opted to stay in the kitchen while Rick volunteered to clear the table.

Roseline took a moment to eye Rick down with a slick grin. “Rick Grimes, Rick Grimes…Well, I see you have your cowboy boots, but where are your riding chaps?”

Rick threw his head back and laughed, Michonne had mentioned all of the wise cracks Roseline would make about his name, the modern cowboy at its finest. Rick shot back,“They’re at the dry cleaners. Next time I’ll bring along my horse, Silver.”

Roseline fell back against her chair and laughed cackled, then hummed, “Now, usually my husband would be the one to ask these questions, but in his absence, I gotta know. What are your intentions with my daughter, Cowboy Rick?”

Scraping leftover food into the trash, Rick’s eyes began to crinkle at the corners and with some pause, he became serious and faced her. “Honestly, Roseline. I really like your daughter. She’s making me a very happy man.”

“I know you do, I can see by the way you look at her.” Roseline fidgeted with her fingers and glanced over to a photo of Michonne with a floral dress, missing teeth, and thick, bushy hair. “She is something else, my baby girl. You’ve got a good one.”

“I know that too. And it’s never my intention to hurt her.” Rick’s southern drawl became more labored as he sat down at the table next to Roseline, wanting to cut straight to the point. “Miss Roseline, I know that the way we met might have caused some alarm with you, but I assure you that it’s not something to be worried about. We’re being careful about it, and I would never want to endanger Michonne’s career or good name.”

Roseline smiled and leaned in, “My baby is grown Rick, I know that. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about her. Down there in King County all by herself, I was nervous. And then she told me about you, and I was even more nervous. I didn’t want her to get hurt, and I know a lot of women who do get hurt in those types of situations.”

Rick nodded in understanding, knowing that their beginning predicament, a teacher dating her student’s father, did not sound appealing on paper.

“But, I see now.” She looked out toward the screen porch at a Michonne and Judith marveling over their new pressed flowers. “You and your kids are bringing so much joy to her life. So, I thank you.”

Rick stood up to catch Michonne waving at the two of them and waved back. “The feeling is very much mutual. I’m thankful that we found each other.”

Xxx

The stay at Roseline’s house was short lived, but full of laughs and catching up. Roseline sent them on their way with a ton of leftovers for the rest of the trip. They all promised they would stop by after fishing to meet up with her again, and meet Michonne’s father, Makenson.

After about an hour more of driving, they had finally made it to the lake house where they’d be spending a couple of days. It was a sight to behold, a quaint little log cabin nestled next to some of the clearest water where little to no vacationers frequented. The lush green grass surrounding the lake was still dewy from an early morning rain and you could smell the fragrant flowers in the midst.

Michonne, taking in the scenery, inhaled all of that fresh country air, “This is stunning, Rick.”

Rick replied, “Isn’t it? We haven’t been up here in a long time. As a matter of fact, this is Judith’s first time here, and yours of course.”

The group quickly packed up their belongings in the cabin and made their way to the lake, fishing supplies in tow. As they neared, Carl got the idea to challenge Judith to a race.

“Race you to that fishing sign, Judes!” and with that, he blasted off, with Judith not too far behind him.

Rick yelled behind his children, “Careful you two, the ground is still wet!”

They paid the yelling no mind, Carl and Judith blasted at lightning speed toward the fishing spot leaving Rick and Michonne in their dust. Judith was not one to play with a challenge and was able to keep up a good speed with Carl. Until suddenly, she slipped up on the moisture inside her sandals and fell right into dirt softened by that morning’s rain.

“Oh No!” Rick and Michonne yelled in unison as they scurried to see about her.Carl had very quickly realized that his sister had fallen and was right to her rescue.

By the time Rick and Michonne had gotten to Judith she wasn’t crying, as much as disgusted by her yellow pantsuit completely covered in a brown and green muck.  

Michonne kneeled down to her level and began to rub her back, “It’s okay sweetie, it’s alright.”Judith quipped with a twisted face, “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s just so… yucky.” She frantically tried to wipe the mud off her bottoms.

Rick agreed with a chortle whilst examining her, relieved that she was not hurt past a couple of scrapes. “I know, baby. Let’s take you inside to get some new clothes.” He glanced at Michonne and Carl, “Hey Carl, do you mind getting things set up in the meantime while I get Judith cleaned up? Can you teach Michonne a bit while you’re at it, she’s a little, uh, wet behind the ears.” Rick joked and Michonne rolled her eyes playfully. Michonne had never gone fishing before but was always ready to try new things.

Carl nodded, excited to get some one on one time with Michonne. “Yeah, I can teach you how to set up Michonne. It’s really easy.”

Michonne cautioned to Judith,“You sure you’re alright, baby girl? You don’t need us to come and help?”

“I’m okay Ms. A.” Judith answered with a thumb up in the air while being carried away by Rick. Judith was one brave girl, indeed.

Left alone, Carl began to teach Michonne the ins and outs of fishing. In no time they were all settled with their chairs and sitting in front of the lake, rods in hand. Now there was nothing left but the beauty and the still of the lake, and to wait for the fish, already crowded around their fishing area, to bite.

The duo was only waiting for a couple of minutes before Carl whispered,“Hey Michonne, can I tell you something?”

Curiosity piqued, Michonne replied, “Of course, Carl.”

Carl took a moment to prepare himself, “I know you and my Dad haven’t been dating for a whole lot of time so I’m not trying to make this weird or anything, but, I just wanted you to know, I’m glad he’s happy.”

Immediately, Michonne’s heart warmed. “I’m glad you’re okay with it, Carl. Your opinion about this means a lot in this.” She lightly pressured, “Is there anything that brought this about?”

“It’s just… being here reminded me how my Dad was, before the divorce. I don’t really think I could call my Dad… happy at the time. I know he loved us, Judith and I, but something was missing for him. My Dad was alone for a good while… and I was starting to wonder if he was ever gonna find somebody else.” Carl teetered on his words, wondering to himself what the right thing was to say. All that Michonne could manage to do was listen.

“I was worried about him. But, I can see it on his face. He’s happy to be with you. And I’m happy because he’s happy.” Carl beamed, relieved that he was able to say something on his mind for a long time.

“Well, thank you for sharing that, Carl,” Michonne assured him. “Just know that I’m here for you, to talk or, whatever you need.I’m here.”

They were so caught up in their talk that they didn’t hear the zipping of the fishing line getting away from them. Something was biting on the line.

Carl began to pull back on the fishing reel,“I think we got one!”

xxxxx

The end of the weekend was at hand, and the group reluctantly prepared to make a trip back home to King’s County. Michonne passed Rick a cooler of fresh bass and managed to steal a quick peck on his cheek, not realizing that Carl was within view of her. Then she ran back upstairs to double check that she hadn’t forgotten anything before they left.

Rick, with flushed cheeks, walked over to the car and hefted the large cooler, teaming with medium sized bass, into the back of the car with Carl’s help. It was one of the biggest catches they had ever made. All throughout packing, Carl had this huge grin on his face that Rick noticed.

Rick questioned Carl with a little hesitation nudging him, “Is everything alright? I see you grinning.”

Carl, caught, began to blush and looked around, “Nothing… just you and Michonne.”

Carl’s smile was contagious to Rick causing one to spread across his face. “Yeah… are you alright about her?”

“Yeah.” Carl nodded, answering with no hesitation and looked up into his father’s eyes. With all sincerity, he said, “I think she’s one of us.”

That made Rick smile even the more. He was falling for Michonne, and he loved the assurance that his children were seeing the same qualities in her that he was. This all felt so right.

Rick drawled out, patting Carl on the back, “I think she is too.”

“Okay, that’s the last of everything.” Michonne bounded down the stairs with Judith attached to her side, “We’re all ready ready to head out.”

And with that, everybody piled into the car with sights toward Atlanta, and then finally, King County. Everybody enjoyed a comfortable silence. The kind of silence you can only achieve when you are truly at home with somebody.

Judith, tapped Michonne on her shoulder and asked, “Ms. A, would you like to see my memory book?”

Michonne craned her neck to get the book from her “I’d love to, honey.”

Michonne opened the memory book and marveled at this weekend through this little child’s eyes. The pages were full to the brim with drawings of Rick as Old Mcdonald, a picture of Carl, Rick, Judith and Michonne around a lake, a muddy handprint and pressed flowers from her mother’s garden.

The last picture made her well up. It was a picture solely of Michonne, she was adorned with a crown on her head and flowers were at her feet. In scratch letters, the picture was captioned “I luv Ms. A.”

Michonne looked up at all of the people she shared the trip with. These amazing kids who loved her as much as she loved them, and this man who was awakening feelings in her that she hadn’t felt in such a long time. This feeling felt a lot like family, and at that moment, Michonne decided that she would dive into it.

Passing the book back into Judith’s hands Michonne replied, “This is wonderful, Sweetheart.”    

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| 

Chapter 7 |

[inevitably-johnlocked]

When i see a pretty girl i cant help but to stare at her or repeatly looking at her curves. I never felt in a romantic way for a girl (im 16) but could it be im bisexual? And i noticed i have the urge to touch my best friend. Sometimes i pretend theres something in her hair just to to touch it. I wanna habe more.. body contact to her. Please tell me what you think! I cant ask anyone but you

Hi Nonny!

OH GOSH, I wish I had a good answer for you, Lovely, but it sounds like you have a big crush on her! I didn’t get my first crush until I was…17?? Yeah, so you are pining, my dear, sorry to say! Honestly, Lovely, I don’t know what else to say but to talk to her… you’ll never know unless you try. Perhaps start slow by asking her questions about sexuality and her views on it, and go from there. 

The decision to confess, though is ultimately up to you, Lovely. I’ve never had to face the problem myself, but I suspect that it possibly is more difficult for people who are gay to confess to people because you possibly have no idea of the orientation of the person you’re confessing to, so it could go tits up in a matter of seconds. But, it appears that she seems okay with casual touches, so she may already suspect something, Lovely.

If you do decide to confess, and she is your best friend, she will understand, and she will let you down gently; I had crushes on TWO of my best friends at the time, and I told them I did. It was awkward for a little while, but we’re still friends to this day, though now I look back on it and cringe because UGH how did I have a crush on THEM and OMG HOW EMBARRASSING. I laugh on it, more than anything.

But who knows, she might also reciprocate! You never know unless you say something, Lovely. 

But just know that the very real possibility of her “ditching” you IS there, which is why a lot of us would rather pine, because the friendship is too valuable. You’ll have to do a lot of soul searching and crying in the bathroom before you finally build up the courage to say something. But I honestly think, the age you are now, is probably the best time; you both are nearing the end of your high school years, and will probably be leaving for different colleges. The pining is something you REALLY don’t want to do while at college, so confessing now, at least you’ll have no regrets and NOT know. And unfortunately, reality dictates that your friendships will possibly change anyway when you both go away from each other; you’ll still be friends, but you’ll meet other people at your chosen schools and befriend them as well, and you’ll be discovering yourself even more.

I know it’s probably not what you want to hear, but pining hurts WORSE than the rejection, in my opinion. I pined for the second dude for like a year before I told him; it fucking sucked. And when it’s all said and done, no matter the outcome, you’ll come out a better, stronger person.

As for your sexuality, I often talk about discovering one’s self, and that it’s a continuing journey; you don’t have to have yourself all figured out at 16! I’m 36 and I’m STILL trying to figure out who I am! I don’t know if it will help you, but I had another Nonny in a similar situation awhile ago but decided to come out to their friend. You can read the main ask here, and the followup post here.  It’s a lovely outcome to the situation, and I hope that your situation turns out well too.

Lots of love to you Nonny, and I hope that your self-discovery journey turns out for the best

I welcome others who have been in a similar situation to share their stories and to help our lovely Nonny!

bakerstreetcrow added: Also don't touch her without her permission.  It is very important to be open and honest about that one.  Don't use tricks or anything because you don't want to be the bad memory they try to erase because you invaded their space dishonestly

YES!!! Sorry I forgot to also mention that! Thank you!

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Gesundheit! Fitness, Weightloss, Wine, Dessert and Clarity in Europe

While we borrowed “gesundheit” to mean good health when someone sneezes, it translates into health and fitness. Speaking of foreign countries and trasnlation, visit this article if you need to Professionally translate a document.

Why am I worried about gesundheit? Well because I barely made it to London, England on April 17th, before I had to jump on a plane to Vienna, Austria. Day one in Vienna I found myself in the gym at the Le Meridien dancing with my eyes closed to Tony Braxton and Loon’s “Hit the Freeway”. I had just finished weights and a bunch of other exercises and dancing was my reward to self for working out while on vacation in Europe. What was I thinking? I should be drunk off cheap wine or gin spritzers and stuffing my face with schnitzel!

Instead… Ich habe mich auf Reisen der Gesundheit verschrieben. (I was committed to health while traveling.)

When I missed my flight to London, I thought for sure my vacation started and stopped in that one moment. It was 4,000USD to change my premium economy ticket! That didn’t even include the change fee, smh.

I had carefully planned everything. I knew exactly what snacks I was bringing for Curry puppy and I packed all his food and snacks two days in advance and placed in the back of the X5. I checked with my nephew to see if the Trader Joe’s is still in West Hartford, Connecticut so I could buy his extras and I crossed him off my list. I was headed to CT so I can leave Curry while I chased clarity in Europe.

I woke up super early and packed my suitcase, Curry’s toys and bed in the car. As soon as I was about to leave, I let him outside to pee and he ran off to Charles’ house. Okay, I can dig. At 4am I didn’t want him running over to Trenton Place to Higgins’s house (his bestie), so him running next door was cool. Curry puppy was always trying to run off somewhere, it’s his little game he likes to play with mommy. A dangerous one at 4am. I got him back. Packed him in the car and I checked off him, my luggage, water, healthy bars for me to eat on the ride so I wouldn’t stop on the New Jersey Turnpike and buy junk. Check! Check! Check! It was the perfect pack.

I drove 6 hours to my sister’s house. I gallivant for a few days. Played electronic UNO with the kids ‘til late at night. Even decided since I had time on my hands I might as well get my hair done. Check!

Now, it’s super hard not to eat unhealthy at my sister’s house. Real Jamaican food being cooked here. Curry chicken. Rice and peas. Oxtail. Jeez. I feel like I’m in Jamaica for the first leg of my trip. Just pure yummy Michelle food. Resistance is low in Bloomfield, Connecticut. I went to Trader Joe’s and bought 4 cases of water to counteract any craziness. Check! It’s important to know I don’t practice deprivation. I eat. Weight loss happens regardless. Mainly because when I’m home I’m strict. I’m on vacation. Live a little. Check!

I was so relaxed. Then comes departure day. Or night. It was dark out. I woke up at 2am. Exhausted I just went to bed at 1am. Why won’t I sleep? Ugh. I woke my nephew up. We had to drive to JFK for my 7:55am flight. But as soon as I got up to leave, I knew. I knew I had forgotten my passport at my home in the safe, 6 hours away in DC. I looked at the time and I looked at my nephew and I wanted to cry. I had the whole weekend. I could have driven to DC and back, or even had my passport FedExed. Man, oh man. Alright. No point fussing. Let’s figure this out. How? Passport is required. I was screwed.

British airways didn’t open until 7am!!! Wtf. I’m definitely panicking now. Okay. Okay. Doesn’t matter. Life goes on. Two days of stress eating crap, I was sure I put back the 10lbs I had lost at my weigh-in at the weight loss center. All day and I barely drank any of the water I bought. I finally sorted it out and I got on a plane two days later and made a commitment to get my shit together. My weight loss shit together that is.

The point of the back story is nothing ever goes as planned. Life happens. You have to be prepared. I actually thought that in October when I jumped on this weight loss journey that being conscious of my emotional eating and my triggers would always make me prepared. Stress eating? No problem. I had it under control is what I thought to myself. I keep watching the weight drop because I was focused. First it was only diet and mind games for 3 months with light walking. Me and my trainer agreed to delay starting so I could ease my body of some of the weight so I am not discouraged by the workouts. I already hate the gym.

The idea was, if I felt too much pain then I would associate it with the gym and get discouraged, or plain whole STOP. Like I had done in the past. I was playing so much psychological mind games with myself. Shit I didn’t even need to do that when I was eating the food that put the weight on in the first place. Crazy, right? But clearly forgetting my passport and dealing with that stress and being in a trigger environment in Connecticut was too much to handle and I realized we are never fully prepared. It’s what we do next that matters. I was stressed because I needed this vacation – this thought trip. My soul yearned for it. And I had carefully and thoughtfully planned it. I had to go.

It was a photo from my family reunion that encouraged me to get moving. I’ve never battled too much with self-esteem so I never once looked in the mirror and saw an ugly face, but I definitely wrestled with what fat I would cut off and, where, if I could just take a knife and do it. I took one look at me in that pink dress in that photo and I realized that night I had to put on flip flops because my ankles were swollen from the 6-hour drive to Connecticut from DC. I also looked at the dress and my belly filled out so much of it I couldn’t wait around to have that heart attack most black people have in their 50s. While my face looked super young and people think I’m anywhere between 28 and 35, I was turning 43 that coming January and I needed to finally make a change.

In October 2018, I became super focused and I went to a weight loss center and lost 30lbs quickly. My joints felt good. I went to the trainer and we decided on one day a week. It seems like nothing but it has been so effective. I started to build a relationship with fitness that I hadn’t have in a long time. We are now at two to three days a week.

Bill Walker at Balance Gym in DC and I do weight training with kettle bells and resistance weights. He is the best trainer I’ve ever had. And I’ve had several. Sometimes I get through the time and I’m like that’s it? And he’s like well done. Now don’t get me wrong, Bill makes me feel like I’m going to die with every workout lol. But I say “that’s it” because for the first time I’m actually enjoying my workouts. I want to show up. I can only attribute that to Bill and his style of training. Never the seller, more focused on my care and my outcome. I have a left knee injury, a back injury and carpal tunnel in my left hand along with a strained right ankle from surgery. But Bill is so knowledgeable in joint and muscle pain that we would shift the workouts depending on what ailment I was having. It was a no brainer when I decided to sign up for a full 6 months of training.

I found my way out of Connecticut on an American Airlines flight and my first stop was London. I got to Heathrow late. I ate something light when I got to Misha’s. I slept the next day. Sleep is so important when you’re trying to lose weight and I don’t get enough of it so when I can, I do. I am naturally an insomniac. My thoughts and ideas flow better at night. This is either true or we insomniacs think so and have fully convinced ourselves of it :-).

I ate one boiled egg and a toast and salami for breakfast. The salami wasn’t the best option but I drank lots of water. Have to keep my ankles skinny especially after flying. My ankles always swell. Ugh. I watched a movie. Lounged and took another nap. Apparently, I was exhausted. So much drama with the airline and flight. I finally got up put on my gym clothes and decided to walk the streets of London and people watch. This is how I get my exercise when there is no gym. Getting my steps in. I actually love that about UK and Europe. Walking is so easy. And people are funny to watch. The pubs were already packed. It was a holiday weekend and they started early on that pint of Guinness.

The thing is, vacations and weight loss are not synonymous because we want to cheat. We have garnered this idea that being on vacation means we have to binge eat and stuff our faces with the worse foods. My goal was to taste everything. But I wasn’t planning on being stuffed. If I was stuffed, I couldn’t walk and I couldn’t people watch. What’s the point of being on vacation in a food coma? I actually like to see and explore the places I visit.

I made soup and festival for dinner and had a beer. I drank more water. The next day I was on a plane to Vienna. After getting sick on schnitzel I knew I had to be careful with foods in Vienna. Everything seems fried or processed into sausages. So, I made sure there was a salad or something light at every restaurant we dined, so I can have a healthy option. I drank plenty of water. I never shy away from desserts or alcohol but I’m not naturally a dessert eater so I don’t always indulge. But alcohol – definitely. Wine was cheap in Vienna and though not as cheap, gin spritzers were a “thing” and very delicious.

I told myself I had to work out at least once in every city I traveled to. With Misha, I was going to walk more than the average person anyway. We did over 12,000 steps a day. But I craved my Bill exercises. I went into the basement of the Le Meridien and was elated when I saw kettle bells. Great gym. I had my Bose headphones and I blasted some hip hop and rap and got to it. After my Bill reps I stretched. I was amped. Feeling good about myself I put on some hip hop and danced my ass off. I danced for another 20 minutes. I drank more and more water. In case you haven’t noticed, besides alcohol, I only drink water.

Misha and I walked so much I could hear the weight say, “I give up” and got off the next train stop before I could. We rode the train and walked everywhere. We went to Schöenbrunn Palace and got lost in the maze and even took unforbidden photos inside the palace. We visited the Jewish Museum and saw some amazing exhibits including that of Arik Brauer. We saw a horse show at the Spanische Hofreitschule Riding School and watched an opera, which left me singing “Nichola” the whole night. It was the only word I could remember since the language eludes me. We ate Art on a plate at the Pramerl and the Wolf in Roseau, Vienna. We took photos by the Hofberg Imperial Palace and we ate dinner at one of Vienna’s oldest restaurants. We had wine and downed calamari and mussels at Naschmarkt. We ate street food in Vienna City Centre. We did so much I can barely remember most of it. Like I said, I was with Misha and we did 12000 steps or more a day.

Misha went back to London and I went off to St. Julian, Malta. The first day was chill. Lazy and lounge. Malta was a breath of fresh air. Beautiful. View outside my balcony was to die for. I could retire here. The Mediterranean Sea looked amazing. Day two was sightseeing and walking. I ate whatever I wanted. No gym. And water was scarce. The water was not drinkable so restaurants don’t offer it up unless you buy. And I hadn’t noticed they didn’t bring any cause me and Kerina were drinking wine and beer. Malta was scenic. I ate rabbit (tastes like chicken), and we sat at the top overlook at City Lounge in Valetta and ate and drank and laughed.

Amsterdam was my reboot. First day we found a treasure right next to the hotel called Dragons Delight. Oat milk latte and avocado toast with scrambled eggs. This is too easy, I thought. Kerina worked out with me first day in the hotel gym, and we walked around Rembrandt Square that night checking out food, nightlife and coffee shops.

My fake henna tattoo from Malta got five Moroccan boys’ attention and I stopped so they could read the Arik Brauer quote I picked up at the Jewish Museum in Vienna. “There was never a manifesto, it simply” just “happened”. I added just to put my own spin on it. We chatted them up for a little bit. I exchanged numbers with one of them and carried on. He thought I was 24. The next day we did 17700 steps walking from our hotel in the Pijp to Museum quarter and Vondelpark. Once Kerina left I made sure I ate well and kept moving.

While I explored Amsterdam some more, I couldn’t give up my oat milk latte. I went to dragons delight daily. Partly because they serve breakfast all day. Yum! Jade, Luca and Jasom are super sweet. Jasom was always checking what else I needed. Jade and I chatted about her bulldog pups back in England, while I went on about missing Curry puppy. But Luca told me they made sure the freshest ingredients were on hand and had monthly specials. This month, I was lucky it was the smashed spicy avocado toast with scrambled eggs. Good healthy food, good hot drinks with non-lactose options like oat milk and good people. I couldn’t have asked for nothing more in the Pijp. Except on King’s day, I watched the orange clothes roll by on boats. I didn’t get caught up in the crowd, but I enjoyed the scenery.

Malaga, Spain was the final leg of my trip and I got there late. This city was mine to enjoy alone. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. The next morning, I hit the streets and committed to a Misha day filled with at least 12000 steps and more if I could. I was going to forego public transportation and use my Chevy two (feet). It was the home of Pablo Picasso. The history of the Moors. Food and wine were cheap. Museums were free. I was determined to see it all. My clothes felt looser and I knew my weight shifted for the better.

Weight loss is at the forefront, but it wasn’t going to trap me either. Not every person over weight eats unhealthily. My cholesterol levels are great. I started clean eating after doing an amazing program with Emmanuel Galland in NYC. Clean eating means my meals are generally wholesome. Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s have been my rock! My problem was always over indulging and emotionally eating, never eating crappy foods like fast foods or greasy foods.

But with any weight loss program, you have to be ready, and it has to be internal. It’s a quest that must be accomplished by you, and you alone can make it happen. What I’ve learned so far and still learning is that consistency is key. Staying on course no matter how discouraged and feeling defeated or giving up is not an option. Those feelings are crap. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Stay on course. Nothing is easy. Keep at it and DO NOT look purely to others for support. While there are resources out there, they are not for everyone; therefore, encouragement has to come from within. Be your own cheerleader. And celebrate every win. Even if it’s small. I celebrated a big (30lb loss) with a trip to London.

I drank plenty of water in Malaga. The perks of being a Marriott Elite member, whatever you ask for you get. They were nice enough to give me more than the 2 bottles per day and so I told them to keep it coming.

I flew from Malaga back to Gatwick and then head to Heathrow where I would stay one night at the Marriott Moxy. Small, efficient and totally eclectic this hotel was noisy. I actually booked it to relax from my trip. However, I walked past a food truck and into the hotel, which had a red carpet laid out and girls dressed skimpily, handing me champagne. Where was I? After checking in at the bar (yes, the bar), I went upstairs, showered, changed and came back down to party. Who needs rest? I danced and chatted all night with a lady from Holland. We listened to a live band with steel drums, watched calypso dancers gyrate hips with practically no clothes on, took photos with a snake, drank free alcohol and ate free food. I was exhausted and hoped I wouldn’t miss my flight back to New York, but getting my exercise through dancing was fun.

When I got back from Europe, I had lost more weight. I had found my clarity while drinking wine and eating dessert, yet still managed to work out and lose weight. I call that success! I’m not encouraging anyone who is trying to lose weight to eat dessert because if it is a trigger then you have to be careful. However, I encourage consciousness, plenty of water, sleep when you can or just rest, walking everywhere, stop often if that’s what you have to do to reboot and hit the gym if your hotel has one, and if you can. Even if it’s just 15-20 minutes of weight training or on the treadmill or bike. Bike if you’re in Amsterdam. And it is a vacation, so enjoy it. I never forego any alcohol. I had wine, whiskey and beer. Food sizes are naturally smaller in Europe anyway so for an American traveler, I was already eating less.

I’ll let you in on a little secret, Vienna was the first time I worked out alone in a gym without Bill. It was quite an accomplishment. It’s definitely a “win” to celebrate and I am very proud of the relationship I have been building with fitness. I celebrated this big win by dancing for 20 minutes (big smiles). I start yoga again very soon. Who knows, my next PR article might be a yoga retreat in Bali.

Whether you’re touring Europe or staying at home and trying to lose weight. Don’t let it define you. Carve out how you plan to do it. Take charge and go for it. Don’t be discouraged by any setbacks. Life isn’t perfect. No such thing. Don’t forget to live your best life. Always. And if you’re an insomniac like me – drink lots of water. Oh, by the way, if in one night you down a whole bottle of wine in Malaga, Spain because you thought it was so cheap, drink more water. And make sure your next trip requires passport. I always do. It’s how I get my clarity. Besides, it’s less fun if you go domestic 😊.

Travel often. Travel well. Until next time – Gesundheit!

Gesundheit! Fitness, Weightloss, Wine, Dessert and Clarity in Europe was originally published on Passport Required

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OOOOHHHH this makes me soooo angry. first of all, she’s gorgeous. and she IS black enough. she’s got black in her? she’s black in enough and had every right to enter and every right to win, point blank. and honestly? my oldest niece is biracial, and looks just like this woman. actually, her skin is even lighter. sher skin is white just like her mother’s. and i’m scared of her having to face things like this. i don’t ever want her to feel “not black enough” especially next to her younger sisters that actually got my brother’s darker skin. ugh i hate everything about this