#feeling sentimental now

[marimayscarlett]

I'm not sad that this era is ending. I'm sad that we won't see them for at least 2 years. Till we'll see the most. Schneider may post once or twice. Richard may or may not so anything solo, maybe someone will post one fan encounter.. but Ollie, Flake, Paul...we won't see them and it hurts because they'll come back older...and I just can't deal with the passage of time currently so it really sucks..

Hi 👋🏻

I understand what you're feeling. I think we can all (mostly?) agree on the fact that the band more than everyone deserves their break, after being actively on stage for several years, giving us so many great memories and concerts which were then formed into photos, videos and gifs for our ongoing entertainment.

I have the feeling that we as fans have grown accustomed to having them around a lot, being able to see them on stage and out and about, and somehow check in on them through their IG accounts or pictures fans took. Look, they're having fun, being sweet with each other, support each other, spend time with their families and friends, meet fans...look, they're fine. They're here, they're real.

This kind of "closeness" to a band is not the default state, and we have to understand that. I don't want to sound ancient, but during the time I became a fan, IG accounts of the band members didn't exist, we barely heard anything from them apart from the release of Rammstein in Amerika and later the festival tour, which was way less documented that the stadium tour now. You just had to have some sort of sense of basic trust that they're doing ok, and maybe we have to re-learn that now. At least now we have their IGs (eventhough I personally don't really check them and get my news from Tumblr 😅) and Till will be on tour.

Rammstein had such a successful stadium tour, played in front of so many people, gave their everything to make the shows perfect and entertaining, lived through the hot mess that was last summer - of course they will come back older, but that's fine. Kids want their dads at home during the summer, wives want to spend time with their husbands, old parents want to have their sons around. Aging is sometimes disheartening, but it's one of the most normal things on the planet.

All in all we can and should be thankful for the time we have with them. What are the odds that you exist during the same time period as Rammstein? And not during the 1960s cold war, the 1920s swing era or some other time period?

And fear not, just when you think it's been a while since the last life sign, the next Rewe rave might just be around the corner...🕺🏻

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - A Dark Bargain

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost Kris is skeptical at first, but ultimately decides to give up their soul. What this means for their eventual future is yet to be seen!

[seefasters]

8x06 Period of Adjustment / 1x01 Pilot / 11x16 Goodbye, Farewell and Amen

[canisalbus]

I really appriciate how often Machete is depicted struggling and feeling like a burden, while still being loved and supported by Vasco. It gives the top tier angst of "i'm not good enough, I'm not worth it" but you frame it in such a way where it's clear that's just how he *feels* and is not how things really are, but also it's so nice to see someone who struggles quite often in a loving and unique relationship that suits them. The narrative of not being able to love or be loved unless you're consistently healthy is really tiring lol.

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[spacebubblehomebase]

Hello! So I have a question about your HHstargazer au. Was Charlie upset when Lillian and Lucious divorce, and is she still upset?

Have a wonderful day!!

When it comes to Charlie's reaction to the divorce, you know how she is. She's more likely to be affected by the feelings of the people around her rather than just concentrating on her own worries. Her mom had long been growing distant from them, so she was hardly surprised. Lilian looked rather assured of her choices and Charlie could adjust. It was just nice to see her mom look freed. Like she could start anew and be excited for it. But her father... Her poor father- Lucius -took it hard. She's always been closer to her upbeat dad than Lilian. But there was a period of time after everything was finalized that her dad just... shut off. From everyone and as close as they were before that, this hurt Charlie more than anything. More than the divorce even! She basically had to grow up relying on herself for 4 years. Without the power and influence her canon self had. (Which surprisingly made her less naive than canon Charlie. Experiencing all of humanity as a human herself without being sheltered and without bias. Both the good and the bad laid unfiltered before her.) Charline's dad was physically there, but he was barely holding on enough to be called emotionally or mentally present in her life. It was an awkward period for them and Charlie was only beginning to develop herself then too. She was basically the Octavia to Lucius' Stolas. Her temperment easily affected by mood swings and hormones like most teenagers. A sensitive, broody, and confused mess, both Magnes were. It was only when the father and daughter duo broke down their walls and reaffirmed how much they needed and missed each other that everything started changing again, but for the better. It was also at this time that they would later hire a most eccentric host into their home who calls himself Alastor. Hope this helps ya! ^v^

-Bubbly💙

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (songbird) [for anon]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.

He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.

Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.

Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.

Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.

It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.

He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.

"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."

It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.

Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.

There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.

Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.

That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.

The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.

Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."

It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.

It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.

He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."

The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.

It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.

He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.

"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."

He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.

"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."

He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.

But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.

"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."

He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.

He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.

[vellichorom]

the narrator & the settings person aren't opposites or opposing forces but are actually Far similar than the fandom gives them credit for;

but maybe we're not ready to have that conversation,

[stillgotscars]

there’s something so special and full circle about how taylor closed the US portion of the eras tour — her biggest tour to date — in indiana, the very same state she opened her first headlining tour 15 years ago. she’s come so far, and getting to witness her growth as an artist in real time is such a privilege.

[gothicccgoddessgemma]

A girl came up to me at the store and complimented my hair and outfit. She was talking about how she was trying coloring her own hair and how kids make fun of her for it. It made me think back to young Gemma.

She never ever would have dreamed of going in public wearing what i wore today. It wasn't anything special just a shirt and skirt but it showed a tiny bit of tummy and thighs. Younger me would have been absolutely mortified.

I'm almost 29 now and it's kind of hard to believe how much I've learned to love myself. Knowing that younger me would probably think I'm cool AF is the best!🖤

I have to give a lot of credit to the feedist community for helping me love myself. The feeders and FAs showed me that I was desirable and beautiful. And my fellow feedees and big girls/boys/enbies taught me how to be confident, stylish, and most of all.. not at war with my body.

It nice to think maybe I'm inspiring people to love themselves too.🖤 I hope it's okay to be a little mushy, I just love y'all 😅✨

[ratatatastic]

telling maffhew about his milestone like he's not gonna be a little sentimental about it as he tries to process it or alternatively man tries to be nonchalant about the passage of time in a sport cruel to the concept of it

"is it a bit more fun reflecting now that you have a stanley cup ring on your shelf?" "yes 😊 yes it does😄😄" colby who keeps his promises and makes sure to always remind maffhew hes a stanley cup champion this saga is so 😭😭😭

philadelphia flyers @ florida panthers pregame interview | 11.9.24 (x)

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #31

1/11/2024

[ekurie987]

love me anyway - nuzi

GUESS WHOS FEELING SOOO SENTIMENTAL ABT THIS SHOW SUDDENLLLYYYYYY :(((

IM GONNA MISS THEM SMMMM

[astralleywright]

there's nothing orym would ask of the other hells that he wouldn't do himself, which is sort of the problem, really

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.