#Blomberg

[railwayhistorical]

General Purpose

It’s just a geep, as they were called—short for general purpose. I didn’t take many roster shots, but this is a decent one, with good light on the distinctive, and durable, Blomberg B truck.

This particular model, an EMD GP9, was built in January of 1956, sans dynamic brakes, as was common for the Illinois Central. Later, it would have it’s nose chopped, rebuilt into a GP11, and renumbered to 8736. As such, it would continue to serve wearing the so-called Death Star logo of the later iteration of the Illinois Central (post-ICG). Beyond that it worked for the Columbus and Greenville Railroad, and perhaps lastly for the Chattooga and Chickamauga Railway.

In the above image, taken during the ICG era, the locomotive is sitting on a side track on the west side of Bloomington, Indiana. This is on the Illinois Central line to Indianapolis, known as the Hi-Dry.

One image by Richard Koenig; taken February 5th 1977.

[bag-out]

Vier Abende Marsch 2023

Am 23. Mai ist es wieder so weit. Der Vier Abende Marsch in Blomberg Lippe startet wieder. Ich bin ja 2022 ( Siehe Beitrag vom 17.06.2022) das erste Mal mitgelaufen und so möchte ich es dieses Jahr auch wieder tun. Der Vier Abende Marsch war für mich schon etwas besonders, da ich ja die 10 Kilometer in an vier Abenden gemacht hatte. Also insgesamt 40 Kilometer. Damit ich diese aber dieses Mal…

[stubberudsgirl]

NO ONE talks about this picture of them all together. just look at them all smiling and being happy in the sun.

[deathwhoregutfucker]

“ok now let’s do a silly one”

[plusvanity]

I'm back with the bois

[weirdlookindog]

Mirjami Kuosmanen in The White Reindeer (Valkoinen peura, 1952)

[random-brushstrokes]

Elena Liessner-Blomberg (German, 1897–1978) - Composition

[the-old-mayhem]

I just saw the ask from yesterday about everyone's politics. Is Hellhammer really a N-zi sympathizer?? I was under the impression that he was not political. That's a shame...

Doesn't look very apolitical to me.

Mayhem also had merch with nazi symbols in the 90s.

Hellhammer said how black metal is "for white people"

[unreal-decay]

i love mayhem. i love listening to mayhem. i love learning more about mayhem history. i love when people talk to me about mayhem. i love showing people pictures of mayhem members.

I LOVE MAYHEM!!!

[blackdollette]

idk if youve already done sum like this buttt, fem reader is a pole dancer and jack or euro pay for a private lap dance or sum and reader gives him a lil somethin more when they alone 😝

since yall voted for euronymous!

"i drop it like it's hot on the pole." | euronymous

midnight dancer girlfriend. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

stripper!female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1.6k

contents: pole dancing, striptease, teasing, masturbation, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, squirting, slight overstimulation, a little aftercare

euronymous’ eyes were locked on you from afar. you could feel the burn of his stare along with at least one hundred pairs of other eyes that couldn’t remove their eyes from your body. you effortlessly slid down the pole, your hair flowing and perfectly covering your illuminated face as your black leather skirt lifted a little, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of all those who gawked at you from the crowd. awestruck men couldn’t help but throw dollar bills onto the stage as a token of appreciation for the show you were putting on.

euronymous sat at the bar in the corner, slowly sipping from his beer, the cold glass bottle chilling his pale fingertips. he had ended up at the club on a late saturday night, craving a different kind of excitement than his usually rowdy concert scene. and boy, did he get exactly what he was looking for. he had been lured in the second you walked onto the stage, and decided to make himself comfortable as you discarded your pieces of clothing one by one until you were left in your lacy black bra, matching panties, and a tight skirt to keep the crowd thirsting for more.

he watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, rolling in your cleavage before disappearing into your bra’s fabric. he wanted to lick those droplets while you had your hands in his hair, moving up and down on his cock as you screamed out moans of ecstasy. he began to feel extremely overdressed in his leather jacket and dark jeans, especially as his manhood pressed against the tight denim. 

the lights in the club went red-tinted magenta as you flipped upside down on the pole, spreading your legs in a perfect split before getting yourself back on your feet, kicking off your heels as money rained down onto the stage. your stage. the undeniable flush in your cheeks from the thrill made you look all the more enticing. like a succubus on earth that was delivered as a blessing to whoever laid eyes on you. you were glowing underneath the electric pink light. truly a tempting sight that implemented sinful thoughts into the minds of everyone who saw. you got on your knees, running a hand through your hair. 

you held a hand out to the crowd, silently asking for a drink. mulitple people held out their beers, desperate to have their bottles touched by your lips. you snagged a bottle, throwing your head back as your took a greedy gulp from it, a waterfall of liquid pouring down your neck and chest, earning a roar of cheers as you handed the bottle back to the lucky man, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. he took it, hugging it to his chest as his face lit up like he had just won the lottery. you had seen people sell things you’d touched outside the club. you knew they went crazy for shit like that.

euronymous’ body trembled as you crawled across the floor, saying your hips in a way that was enough to make him run mad as you collected all the cash, stuffing the bills into your bra and a few into the lace of your panties, just barely peeking out. his eyes trailed down your curves, starting at the tops of your breasts and trailing down to your hips. he wanted to run his hand down your body while you were lying on your back with two of his fingers shoved deep inside of you. you brought your hands to the back of your bra, and that did it for him. he called the bartender, trying to get the words out of his tightening throat.

“what can i get for you, sir? another beer?” the bartender spoke loudly over the music while he cleaned a glass. euronymous cleared his throat, trying to sound like the “terror incarnate” that he’d forgotten he was. “i-i wanna book tonight’s dancer for some alone time.” his voice sounded more squeaky than he’d like it to. “alright then, sir. ill just need you to sign this sheet.” the bartender pulled out a leaf of paper and placed it on the counter in front of him, handing euro a pen. the paper had the words “private sessions” in bold at the top of the page with the price right below it. €100 per session. but he was too horny to give a fuck. he saw your name and an open time on a line at the bottom, a space for a signature. he picked up the pen with his clammy hand and messily scribbled down his signature, slamming the money onto the counter and returning the sheet. the bartender looked at him with a satisfied smile before pinning the paper in the wall. so euronymous was finally going to get you alone. perfect.

~ ~ ~

that was 30 minutes ago, and now euronymous found himself in one of the club’s backrooms, sitting on a little bed as he fidgetted, waiting for you. his scheduled time was 9:30pm, and it was currently 9:29. he mindlessly studied the mattress, a variation of cumstains littering the blanket. now he really knew what he was in for tonight, and his mind raced with disgusting thoughts that would be frowned upon if he was anywhere else. the sound of the door closing interrupted his thoughts, and there you were. you were all sweaty and tired, but somehow that only made you more alluring to him. you had slipped a jacket onto your skimpy outfit, granting you a little more modesty.

you locked eyes with him immediately, frozen in place by his appearance. you had never seen someone like him at a place like this before. his long, midnight black hair contrasted his snow white skin that made way for crystal blue eyes. he was like a fairy tale mixed with your darkest nightmares. he sized you up hungrily, and you felt heat pooling in your core. you broke the silent, a grin tugging at your lips. “so i’ve got you for the night…” euro’s groin sizzled at your hint of possessiveness, which he instantly found he liked. your voice was low and smoky, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like when he pounds into you, making you cum for the umpteenth time as you whimpered out his name. you walked around the room, lighting a few candles before glancing at him once again.

“i don’t see many guys like you around these parts.” you come to sit on the bed beside him, checking out his body from a closer distance. he was jacked. you could easily make out his defined biceps through his leather jacket, and you could see his nipples sticking from his thin black tank top. you seemed slightly amused at his silence. “you dont talk much, huh? that’s fair. what’s your name?” he cleared his throat. “euronymous, lead guitarist of Mayhem. call me oystein.” your expression grew sly at the mention of this. you casually crawled into his lap, slipping off your jacket and his. you sat down with your legs on either side of him, resting yourself right on top of his aching boner.

a barely audible groan slipped from his lips as his eyes instantly fell to your tits. he so desperately wanted to tear the bra off of you and take them into his mouth, pinching and biting at your nipples until they were all red and sensitive. you held his hands, bring them to your hips so that he was gently straddling your ass. you brought your lips to his ears, whispering softly enough to turn his bones into putty. “you know… i don’t think i’ve ever been fucked by a rockstar…” as his hands touched you, you felt the callouses on his fingers, and you pussy throbbed at the thought of those fingers curling inside of you, making you squirt over and over again. 

the room fell silent as you turned around, your head by his feet and your ass pressing right against his knotted stomach. you unbuttoned your skirt, adding it to the pile of clothes on the ground. and there it was. those curvy hips, plush thighs, and round rear that had caught his eyes at the very start. goddamnit, he would cum right now if he couldn’t get himself together. you start to grind your hips against him, your clothed pussy coming into contact with his boner every now and then. he leaned back onto the bedframe, starting to really enjoy the show. he didn’t even realize his hitching breath growing louder.

you kept your back in a perfect arch as you continued to tease him, rubbing your hard clit against his belt buckle as he gave your ass a squeeze, followed by a firm slap that make your ass jiggle. the movement made his heart jump. he began to get touchy, slipping his thumb in between your legs as he gently rubbed your pussy through the fabric. he was instantly coated in your juices as a quiet moan slipped from your lips. then you started to pick up the pace.

you sat back up, turning to face him. you backed away a few feet before reaching your hands to the clasp of your bra, unclipping it in one swift movement. your tits were revealed to him in an instant, your nipples brushed to stiff peaks by the cold air. you tossed your bra to him and he caught it effortlessly, starting to unbuckle his belt. he tossed it to the side, unzipping his jeans. his cock sprung out and slapped the base of his stomach, leaving a drop of precum behind. he wrapped your bra around his dick, starting to pump it as quicker cum dribbled from the tip.

“o-oh, fuck…” heat coiled in his gut as you slipped your thumbs underneath the band on your panties. you kicked them off your ankles, now sitting completely nude in front of this hungry predator. “y-you’re fuckin’ perfect…” he brought a hand forward to start pulling you to him, bringing you to sit on his lap once again. he wasted no time connecting your lips in a dirty kiss, his tongue tracing your teeth and locking with your tongue as he brought his fingers to your swollen clit, using your cum as lubricant as he rubbed quick circles onto it. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips into him as you covering his fingers with your liquids.

he flipped you around so that you were laying on your back. he was now face-to-face with your perfect little pussy. he dug his teeth into it, hungrily lapping up every single droplet that your folds produced. he shoved two fingers into you, them sliding in with ease as he curled them. he hit your cervix within seconds, and you completely lost it. you were screaming, crying out his name as you rutted your hips against his nose, the tip bringing more stimulation than anything else. your hands were tangled in his hair, digging into it as your sensitive bud began to pulsate. “j-just like that, oystein..! i’m fuckin’ cumming!” he forced your legs apart even more, his hips helplessly bucking into the mattress as puddles of cum formed underneath him. his face was covered with your nasty fluids, but he had never been happier. as his fingers hit your g-spot once more, the floodgates broke open. you screamed as water rushed out of you, drenching his hair and face. he stuck out his tongue, drinking you up and not letting a single drop go to waste.

he flipped you over again, making you sit on his lap as he locked his lips with yours, backing into the headboard. he lifted up your hips and set you onto his cock, finally granting himself some relief. “s-so fucking tight!” you began to ride him, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. he grinned as he groaned breathlessly, growing needier by the second. he began to take off his tank top, revealing himself to you. but your eyes were screwed shut as they filled with lustful tears. he grabbed your throat, hungrily kissing your neck as your body started to shake. “...all fuckin’ mine, baby…” his words made your skin vibrate as you felt that familiar feeling polluting your insides.

“g-gonna cum again..!” your words were cut short as another powerful orgasm tore through your body. your cum poured out like a waterfall, covering his as hot strings shot out from his tip. he growled like a wild beast as he filled you up, stuffing you with warmth. you collapsed onto your side, panting heavily as cum leaked out from your hole and onto the bed, adding to the collection of stains. you were tapped out in less than 2 minutes. euronymous sat up, looking at you as he twirled your hair in between his fingers. “all fucking mine.”

author's note: in my flop era 😝😝😝

[evilforestcrawler]

Having a TikTok account and posting about mayhem on it has to be one of the most brain dulling, headache inducing, mentally exhausting things on this planet

I can't count how many times I've been in debates with people on this godforsaken app

[dendrrah-kashshaptu]

Jan and pelle 🤔

[bag-out]

Ausflugsziele in Lippe

Ausflugsziele in Lippe so ist das Thema heute. Ich habe ja schon geschrieben das, ich das Eggegebirge vor der Haustür habe und hier öfters unterwegs bin. Nun war es vor kurzen wieder so dass ich meine Region wieder ein Stück weiter entdeckt habe. Und da kam mir der Gedanke, ich könnte ja mal so ein paar Highlights beschreiben die es hier so gibt. Das Silberbachtal Im Märchenhaften Silberbachtal…

[stubberudsgirl]

one of my favorite teloch moments

[deathwhoregutfucker]

why is bro on his tippy toes 😭

[lords-of-mayhem]

You'll never be what is in your heart. Weep, little lion man.