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[vintagewildlife]

Mustangs running under dark clouds By: Wolfgang Bayer From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Wild Herds 1977

[yama-bato]

Johann Christoph Bayer

A dandelion and a moth

[nobrashfestivity]

Herbert Bayer, Herbert Bayer Studio Brochure cover, 1939

[letsperaltiago]

b99 characters as tweets (pt. 5/?) ✨ peraltiago edition ✨

[hxxi3]

Reporter: so, singapore is Daniel’s last race?

Peter: no! We’ll talk after the race about the 2025 line-up, but Singapore is definitely NOT Daniel’s last race. We will talk with both teams, Vcarb and RedBull, to see what for possibilities we have. But I’ll say it again, Singapore is NOT Daniel’s last race.

[archiveofaffinities]

Herbert Bayer, Spectral Accumulation, 1971

[cruyffista]

Head coach Xabi Alonso celebrates after Bayer Leverkusen were crowned 2023-24 Bundesliga champions for the first time on April 14, 2024.

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Reader babysitts Jamal Musiala little brother. They’re just goofing around when Jamal returns back home and admires his girlfriend, secretly wishing a child of their own.

Family Dreams~Jamal Musiala

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DISCLAIMER: according to google Jamal's brother is 17 so here he's gonna be like 4 🫠

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow through the windows of Jamal’s apartment.

y/n was sitting on the floor with Jamal's little brother, Jerrell, who was currently engrossed in a game of hide-and-seek with his toys.

y/n smiled, watching him giggle as he made one of the toys dive under the couch, clearly hiding.

“Where’s Captain Amazing gone? I can’t find him anywhere!” y/n exaggerated, her hands on her hips, pretending to look around the room.

Jerrell burst into laughter, his small face lighting up with joy.

“He’s right here!” he declared, pulling the toy out from its hiding spot.

She gasped dramatically, making him laugh even harder.

“You caught him! You’re so good at this,” she praised, reaching out to ruffle his curly hair. Jerrell beamed up at her, proud of himself.

Just then, the front door clicked open. They didn’t notice at first, too caught up in Jerrell’s excitement, but Jamal stood in the doorway, pausing as he took in the scene.

His heart swelled at the sight before him: y/n, his girlfriend, playing so effortlessly with his little brother, both of them lost in their own world of imagination. The way she connected with Jerrell was something he admired more than anything.

He leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched. There was something about this moment, so simple yet so meaningful, that tugged at his heart. He could see it now—his future.

The way she cared for Jerrell, the way she was so patient and gentle with him, made Jamal imagine a time when y/n might be caring for a child of their own. A child she and Jamal would share.

Jerrell suddenly noticed his older brother standing there and jumped up with a loud, “Jamal!” He ran over to him, throwing his arms around Jamal’s legs in a big hug.

“Hey, buddy,” Jamal greeted him, kneeling down to return the hug. Then his eyes flicked over to y/n, his smile widening. “Having fun?”

She nodded, standing up and brushing her hands on her jeans.

“We’ve been on a grand adventure today. Captain Amazing almost got away, but we caught him just in time.”

Jamal chuckled, his gaze lingering on his girlfriend. “Sounds like you two have been busy.”

She grinned, moving closer to him. “It’s been a blast. Jerrell’s got quite the imagination.”

Jamal reached out, pulling her into a gentle embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I can see that,” he murmured, his voice soft. When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers, something unspoken passing between them.

There was a tenderness in the way he looked at y/n, a depth that made her heart flutter.

Jamal wasn’t just admiring the way she interacted with Jerrell; he was seeing something more. The possibility of a future, of a family, of shared love that would only grow deeper with time.

“Thank you,” Jamal said quietly, his hand still resting on her waist.

“For what?” y/n asked, tilting her head slightly.

“For being amazing,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “For being… you.”

y/n felt warmth spread through her chest, her heart swelling at his words. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.

“I love you too,” Jamal replied, his arms wrapping tighter around her, as if he never wanted to let go.

"I love you guys too" Jerrell said, wrapping his arms around both of their necks making them laugh.

As the evening settled in, and the three of them spent the rest of the night together, Jamal couldn’t help but let his mind drift to that future he was beginning to imagine so clearly—a future where y/n was not just his girlfriend, but the mother of his children, sharing a life filled with moments just like this. And he knew, deep in his heart, that it was a future he wanted more than anything.

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[vintagewildlife]

Mustang stallions fighting over a group of mares By: Wolfgang Bayer From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Wild Herds 1977

[disease]

"ALBRECHT DÜRER ADJUSTING THE VANISHING POINT TO FUTURE HISTORY" HERBERT BAYER // 1963 [collage and liquitex | 15 x 11 ½"]

[nobrashfestivity]

Herbert Bayer. Aging Star

[letsperaltiago]

b99 characters as tweets (pt. 4/?)

[dontexpectmuch]

i’m feening for some hurt/comfort so perhaps let’s start off with some, comforting flo after that devastating lost to atalanta :( & thus ending their unbeaten streak

love that ur doing this by the way, & will def be showing my gratitude through reblogs, comments, likes bc ik how hard writers work<3

“so ‘nh scheiß, ey.” florian walks inside the living room, throwing his bag against the couch as his frustration grew by the minute.

you quietly follow him inside, gently closing the door behind you as you take off your shoes.

the air around you feels heavy, each step as if your legs would break off if you don’t sit down somewhere, even though you were not the one running around a football field for almost two hours.

your heart beats fast against your chest, so loud that you can feel it in your ears. having to witness all of this so closely just does something to you. it tests you in a way that you have never seen before.

your concerns are interrupted by your boyfriends loud groan echoing from the bathroom. without thinking too much, your legs already move towards him, his pain stabbing your heart. it didn’t matter what you would say to him, deep down he would still blame himself and his performance today, even though he gave it his all.

your eyes meet through the bathroom mirror, his eyes bloodshot and glassy, even if he is desperately trying to hold back his angry tears. his gaze moves towards his hands that he placed on the edge of the sink, his veins prominent than ever as the ruh of all the emotions have yet to fade away.

the thickness of the situation stays put, and you feel helpless as you do not know how to approach all of this. it is as if this season made you forget about all those days where you spent hours to comfort him from all the loses from last season, all your tricks that you had to make the man of your life smile again.

“schatz…” your voice is soft as you approach him, eyes now focused on the back if his head, moving down his long neck to his broad shoulders and back. your hands gently touch his waist, rubbing it before circling his torso with your arms. your cheek is pressed against his muscular back and you sigh as you feel him exhale deeply.

“it was so unnecessary, like, i know that we could’ve done better than that..” he speaks up for the first time in a while, his voice raspy and rather shaky.

you feel his warm hand resting against your that is on his stomach, his grip on it firm. you press a small kiss against his shoulder blade, lifting one hand to massage the hair from behind.

“that’s what comes with the game, schatz. you knew it would happen.”

“but not during the final, fuck.” he shakes his head in disbelief, scoffing as he replays all the wrongs he did during the game.

your heart breaks a little more as you watch him blame himself for the loss, the feeling of helplessness taking place inside.

“you have one trophy left, though, no?” you try to remind him, watching him carefully as he turns around to face you.

florian leans against the bathroom counter, jaw clenched as his eyes stay focused on your hands holding his. he nods, a new kind of determination burning through his veins.

“yeah, we’ll show them that this won’t set us back.”

you feel him squeeze your hands two times, ‘thank you’ in your guys’ own way.

you warmly smile up at him, relieved that he somehow managed to deal with the loss in a mature and healthy way.

“you know, it’s okay to cry, yeah?” you remind him, chuckling as you see him roll his eyes.

“ja ja, i’ll cry if i need to and i’ll come to you if i ever need a hug.” he smiles back, thankful for your presence during this moment.

and florian knew that he met a one of a kind person with you, someone to lift his spirits and remind him if his hard work whenever he doubts himself.

you, his safe haven, his home and just his forever person.

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i need sleep.

[archiveofaffinities]

Herbert Bayer, Kiosk for Selling and Advertising Cigarette Brand P, 1924