#julian nagelsmann

[sp1nnenlilie]

Kimmich: 🙂👍👍

Leon being a whole mood

[dailywusiala]

small julian nagelsmann appreciation post with him and wusiala at the GERBIH game and him yelling stressed out for flo and jamal at the HUNGER game.

[captainaudax]

something something about people saying julian was too young to coach the national team. something something about him carrying us to the quarter finals anyways something something about him crying w us and losing w us and something about him being younger than some players on the pitch and about him loving us. loving this team

[littlelemontarte]

nagelsmann has the tortured aura of a garden gnome

[semifinaldraw]

xG stats

[lauriel816]

The one with the brain cells and the one whos gnawing at his finger

[leonsliga]

Die Mannschaft’s new home shirt is here 🇩🇪

[shrimpeon]

@Julian Bagelsmann you really have no backbone

[thommi-tomate]

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[esorydoolb]

DFB team 2024

[dailywusiala]

oh, you're over the germany spain match? here is julian comforting the players after the match!

you're welcome :)

[captainaudax]

[neuerswaist]

DFB Husbands — toxic ambitions.

Sandro fucks dirty. He knows that about himself and has never gotten serious complaints about it. Of course, some of his partners don’t come back for a second round, but many others want more immediately. Usually, he likes to fuck around.

Lately, he’s found himself ghosting every last one of his lovers.

And the thing is, he claims it’s because of his job; he swears the DFB just really drains him, but that’s not true. Not entirely. He loves what he does, and he does it with passion; thus, he won't ever tire of it. What has started to exhaust him is not the job but the person he works with.

Julian. The man is tirelessly ambitious, more so than Sandro himself, and unhappy even with success unless it’s unquestionably perfect. A 2-1 simply isn’t enough. It’s a hollow win. As a former Bayern player, Sandro knows that mindset. He knows it’s debilitating in the long run, but he also knows he himself wouldn't want it any other way.

But whenever he watches Julian after a game, after an empty victory that’s just a tad too close to a draw, he feels himself get drawn into that same downward spiral.

Without fail, Julian will always pace the room, long steps and aimlessly in direction. He’ll mutter and mumble with his eyebrows tightly knit together and his displeasure dripping off him like water after a rainy day. Sandro feels himself shiver just thinking about it. But as sure as the sky above him and the night after a win being filled with loud joy, Julian will pace and Sandro will watch.

There are days when Sandro has to do some managing first, when he has to yell at the team or referee or staff or whatever, but he’ll always come back to Julian and his frustrations.

Sometimes he thinks about pushing the man forward, about bending him over, spitting on his ass, and fucking him raw until all this bullshit is out of his system. He thinks Julian would groan wetly and reluctantly open up beneath him. Sometimes his fantasies include lube and a bed and so much more time than they actually have at hand because he thinks about kissing Julian silly. Hell, he has no idea when it began, but somewhere along the line of functioning together, Sandro started to see more in Julian.

Back at Hoffenheim, Julian was too smart for his own good, a damn brat with ambition, and Sandro was a cocky asshat of a player. He wanted to pound him into next week even back then.

But it’s different now. Every new step Julian takes to aimlessly wander while obsessing over the past has Sandro more and more desperate to stop him.

When he can’t take it anymore, Sandro simply grabs Julian’s arm, yanks him around, and presses their lips together. He expects the kiss to be angry, for Julian to reciprocate the viciousness of the action or at least to shove him away, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, beneath his fingers, Sandro feels Julian tremble, feels him sigh, and heave out air as if suddenly relieved of all his burdens. It’s – sweet?

The warmth of their bodies mingle, growing into something so comfortable that Sando, despite himself, gasps. He feels himself grow soft and placid even as Julian hums into the kiss as if this isn’t the first time, as if Sandro has done this to him dozens of times before. And somehow, as Julian slings his arms around Sandro’s shoulders, linking them behind his head, Sandro thinks they should probably do this again and again.

for @semifinaldraw and inspired by this beautiful masterpiece

[jessethegoat]

Kiss/Hug/Fucc/Marry/Kill your man (Euro and Copa America 2024 version)

(inspired by @anfieldroad <3) Now that the Euro and Copa America is looming near, let's play fun game shall we?

head to this link first to spin the names and back here to choose what y'all wanna do with 'em!

If you decide to kill him, how? Lemme know in the tags! <3

*plz be kind to Jesse if you got him, he just got the job 🥹

[diemannschaftblr]

German national team players arriving at the team's adidas headquarters at Herzogenaurach on October 7th, 2024.

via @/dfb_team instagram stories

[milfneuer]

has anyone made this yet