#erster

[dcbutinamrev]

[sanntafe]

normal person: ..the world is your oyster

my brain:

[frogmanfae]

I redid my childhood bedroom the summer after sixth grade and it has not been remodeled since and I put a bunch of letter stickers on my door for things I really really liked and some of them have gotten taken down and replaced (like "p!atd") but one that's always stayed is "erster" and I remember begging my mom to be able to paint it on my wall and that was the compromise

[desasterkreis]

Der erste Advent 2023

Ich hoffe, Ihr habt es ruhig Wie in jedem Jahr möchte ich Euch auch heute einen friedlichen ersten Advent wünschen. Wir alle wissen, wie schnell es geht, bis alle vier Kerzen auf dem Kranz angezündet sein werden und dann ist Weihnachten auch schon erreicht. Da in diesem Jahr der letzte Adventssonntag parallel auf Heiligabend fällt, ist der Advent kurz, aber das Weihnachtswochenende umso länger.  

[ismetgurbuz1994]

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[myamanizedthings]

Fresh Yorks Bürgermeister besucht Kolumbien und Ecuador, um sich aus erster Hand über die Flüchtlingskrise zu informieren, während die Stadt unter dem Ansturm von Grenzgängern leidet

Bürgermeister Adams werde später in dieser Woche teilweise nach Mexiko und Südamerika reisen, sagte er, um die Ursachen des Migrationsschubs in der Stadt zu untersuchen und einige der wichtigsten Migrationsrouten südlich der Grenze zu besichtigen. Während der Reise hat Herr Adams wird voraussichtlich das Darien Hole besuchen, den straßenlosen Waldabschnitt, der Kolumbien und Panama trennt und zu…

[moonlight1472]

Da fancy clam with da poyle inside! 😡

The woild...

...is yer eyster

[ctrsdoesart]

Adam freut sich schon auf Weihnachten

[tera-ixie]

The accents in newsies are my favorite thing ever because I genuinely cannot tell if there terrifyingly accurate or horrible overdone

[k9effect]

very very humbly on my hands and knees for jake x male reader stuff… like anything to do with cuddles because a guy is touch starved and i cannot stop thinking about how good of hugs jake would give🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hi yes I have been thinking about this since I got the ask <3 he'd be the best, I just know he's a sweetheart deep down

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Shuddering out an angry breath through gritted teeth, you stormed into Jake's off-base apartment, not even bothering to pull your boots off or get changed before you fell face first into his bed. Jake had been sitting at his desk, filling out some leftover paperwork with headphones, somehow hearing the door slam shut through the acoustic rhythm of the country music playing in his ears. He knew you'd be the only person storming in here like you owned the place. You were over often enough that you practically lived here anyway. He spun around slowly in his chair to face you. You just knew he had that awfully fond look on his face, but it did nothing to quench the rage bubbling up inside you.

“Y’alright there, mister?” There was humour in Jake's voice and you ignored the way it made the butterflies writhe in your gut.

“No.” You grumbled into his pillow, breathing in his scent that was still clinging to the sheets.

“What happened?” Jake asked, you heard movement, then felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you.

“Don't wanna talk ‘bout it.” You pulled your arms up to cross them over above your head, hiding from further the world.

Then Jake's warm hand was on your middle back, smoothing down your flight suit in a painfully tender way. He ran his thumb down the center of your back, tracing the bumps in your spine through the fabric of your flight suit.

“Admirals are assholes…” you finally grumbled.

“Oh, believe me, I know. What did Admiral Dickhead do this time?” His hand moved up your back to the base of your neck, his fingernails scraping pleasantly up your scalp through your cropped hair.

You made yourself take three long, deep, measured breaths.

You rolled over onto your side, Jake's hand moved with you until he was gently cupping your cheek, palm brushing at the five o'clock shadow you needed to shave.

“Reprimanded me for somethin' that wasn't even my fault. Wouldn't hear me out about it and threatened to make it a permanent mark on my record if I kept ‘talking back’. Insubordination or something…”

“Yeah… that tracks unfortunately. He's a jerk.” Jake's hand smoothed down your neck and over your chest, finding purchase on your hip. “But you're home now. Day's over. You can try to relax a bit.”

There was something about Jake calling his place ‘home’ that struck something inside you. This… thing, between you and Jake was still relatively new. Unlabelled and fragile, you didn't want to risk losing him but coming on too fast, yet here he was, saying you were home.

You rolled onto your back as Jake shifted, lifting himself up to straddle you. His hands held onto you just above your hips on your waist. He smiled down at you, that cocky smirk you desperately wanted to kiss off of his face. You almost hesitantly let your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, his sleep shorts riding up slightly, your hands on his skin.

“Weren't you doin’ paperwork?” You scoffed.

“I was, but then something much more interesting stormed through my door. Figured I'd rather give him my full attention for a while.” Jake grinned, but then it became something much more sincere, much more gentle, “Especially since he seems to be hurtin’ a bit.”

“I promise I'm fine. Just got pissed off a little. It happens.” You waved him off, but held tighter to his thighs, thumbs massaging the muscle.

Jake lowered himself, looping his arms around your neck and pressing his chest to yours until he was completely flush on top of you. His breath was hot against the side of your neck. He pressed his forehead against your temple. You ran a hand up his back and held onto the nape of his neck, keeping him there.

You just breathed for a while.

With a small sound to alert you gently, Jake pushed himself up.

“Shoe's off, soldier, I think we deserve a nap.” Jake pushed your hair back, just watching you for a moment as you blinked up at him, suddenly feeling quite sleepy.

Jake helped you peel your boots off, freeing your aching feet from the confines of your woolen socks. He watched as you opted to strip your flight suit off, staying in just your dark t-shirt and boxers before crawling back into his bed.

He pulled you into his arms, tucking you under his chin. His fingers danced soothingly in your hair and under your shirt, fingernails tracing nonsense into your back.

“Thank you, Jake…” you breathed out into him, breathing in to inhale his fresh scent.

“No problem, baby. I've gotchu.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, tangling your legs with his.

Despite the tumultuous rage you had felt entering the room, you now felt safe and calm and happy. Jake had a funny habit of making you feel like that. You pushed your hands up under his shirt and enjoyed the feeling of his warm sun kissed skin under your palms as you let the exhaustion and drowsiness from the day finally weigh down on you.

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I don't do x reader stuff as often as I used to and I kinda missed it (and there's never enough male!reader content for us mlm guys) so send me some dagger/male!reader (or transmale!reader) prompts and I might drabble for it if it speaks to me <3 reblogs highly appreciated <3

[dakedo0o]

I'm begging. Leute BITTE, wie kann es sein, dass ao3 so wenige JCU fanfics hat. Ich weiß ich könnte genauso gut beisteuern und eventuell ist da was in Planung, aber momentan möchte ich doch nur content meiner hxperfixations konsumieren o(-(

wenn ihr welche habt bitti bitti verlinki

(I'm fucking tweaking.)

[piassportjacke]

wisst ihr, was ich am tatort liebe? dass die meisten figuren einfach ihre vier/fünf standardklamotten haben, die sie immer wieder tragen. einfach realistisch

[kami-ships-it]

[deutsche-bahn]

Meine Mutter hat mal von einer economically more gifted Freundin zwei Karten für König der Löwen, das Musical, in Hamburg idk, geschenkt bekommen. Mit mir als Fünfjährigem im Gepäck machte sie sich also auf gen Hansestadt. Sie wäre aber nicht meine Mutter wenn sie nicht 15 Minuten zu spät zur Vorstellung erschienen wäre. Der Kontrolleur (Türsteher? Security?) an der Tür wollte uns eigentlich schon gar nicht mehr in den Saal lassen. Das würde ja die anderen Gäste stören.

Meine Mutter ist eine patente Frau, Chaotin in Vollzeit und nebenberuflich skrupellos. Mit beunruhigend wenig Bedenkzeit zog sie also erstmal vor den Türen dieses Musicals ihre eigene Show ab: Sie brach in Tränen aus. So, total aufgelöst, erzählte sie dem Türsteher von ihrer fortschreitenden Krebserkrankung, wegen der sie vor der Chemo nur noch diesen Ausflug mit mir machen wollte. Im Gegensatz zu meiner Mutter legte der Kontrolleur etwas Menschlichkeit an den Tag und ließ uns in den Saal. Und wieder einmal siegte das Böse. Oder meine Mutter halt.

Ich lernte an diesem Tag also zwei Dinge: Ich mag Musicals, und meine Mutter ist totkrank. Dass sie mir vielleicht sagen sollte dass alles gut ist fiehl ihr erst ein, als ich sie zwei Wochen später fragte wie lange sie denn jetzt noch zu leben hätte.

[lealie04]

niemand kommt ohne grund nach Saarbrücken sag mal adam was war eigentlich dein Grund??? du wolltest zuerst ja noch nicht mal zu deiner Mutter als du in saarbrücken warst.

[queercowboyinspace]

and he doesn't even know

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