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raizzersblog · 2 months ago
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Hinter jeder großen Schwester steht eine kleine Schwester, die immer ihr größter Fan ist. Doch vergiss nie: Wer die große Schwester verletzt, lernt die kleine Schwester kennen, die keine Gnade kennt.
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kitty-kopfgewitter · 1 year ago
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Ich bin so froh, dass ich sie habe, meine kleine Herzensschwester, mein Topf zu meinem Deckel, mein Punkt auf dem "i", mein linker Schuh zu meinem Rechten und mein Licht, wenn alles ringsherum dunkel ist.
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no-more-hide · 8 months ago
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She brushed the ringlet from her forehead. „You look pretty, little sister,“ she said. „Are you excited?“ „I don't know“ the answer came hesitantly. „Women in a DIY store, I don't fit there!“ „Oh come on! With your four left thumbs, you are exactly the target group. We have tied your hair together into a ponytail so that no accident will happen and nothing gets stuck in the machines.“ „What if someone finds out that I am not a woman, but a young man?“ It sounded worried. „Why should someone?“ her big sister calmed her down. „You did put on the bodice panties I gave you. There will be no bulge be seen under your short skirt. In addition, you have so little hair on your body, we wouldn't have had to shave you at all.“ „But you have stuffed the bra so much. That's unnatural, what a bust I have now!“ He protested. „No way! The employees at the DIY store will be tempted to explain the tools and machines to you.“
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vanaachen · 1 month ago
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Snapchat-Rückblick: heute vor 5 Jahren, ein Foto auf dem wir Seite an Seite in die Kamera lächeln.
Heute vor 5 Jahren warst du das für mich, was einem besten Freund am nächsten kommt.
Wenn ich traurig war, hab ich mich von dir trösten lassen.
Wenn mir alles zu viel war, hast du mir zugehört.
Bei dir hatte ich am ehesten das Gefühl zuhause zu sein.
Heute sind wir fremde. Wir reden nicht mehr miteinander. Ich hab nicht mal mehr deine Handynummer. Alles was ich über dich weiß, erfahre ich von dritten.
Hätte ich damals gewusst, was ich heute weiß, wäre dieses Foto niemals entstanden.
99% der Zeit fehlst du mir nicht. Aber wenn ich dieses Foto anschaue, frage ich mich schon wie es wäre, wenn ich nie erfahren hätte, was du wirklich denkst.
Wie es wäre, wenn du noch mein Bruder wärst.
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alexalblondo · 2 years ago
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Das Fleißige Lieschen be like:
Adam *es ist nicht stalking wenn wir beide hot sind* Schürk: hiiiiiiii <333 ✨Leo✨, was geht, ich bins Adam, dein bester Freund von damals! Geeeeeeil, dass wir uns hier treffen! Ich hab dich so krass vermisst, hast du mich auch vermisst? OMG! OMG!!! lass mal drücken! Du, als ich gehört habe, dass dein Partner weg will da musste ich einfach kommen, schwör, war Schicksal und so <333
Leo *vor dem ersten Kaffee ist nach der 3. Panikattacke* Hölzer: Alexa, spiel: "I'm a bitch I'm a lover" von Alanis Morissette, bitte 🙄💅
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stories-by-rie · 5 months ago
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👒 nicest thing you've done to your characters
What is even nice. Like how would you define that. Is it when characters are polite? Is it when something kind happens to them? Or would it be an ending where they're fine? I can say that at the end of my story, all the main characters have all the limbs they started with and I think that has to count for something. They also get regular meals (of questionable quality) and every now and then, some even get a hug. Konrad is even famous and has tons of fans, which most might consider to be nice, but he hates it! So is it nice? Who truly can say...
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silentangell95 · 1 year ago
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Филми и сериали: Юли
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meerschweinchen-archive · 2 years ago
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urfavlarry · 5 months ago
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hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader
where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶
Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today
Joost Klein x fem!reader
warnings: not proof read, swearing
A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
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╰┈➤ ⋆。‧˚ʚ 🐦 ɞ˚‧。⋆
It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.
The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.
“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”
You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.
He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.
Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.
The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.
Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.
You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)
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tinkafine · 5 months ago
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Harry: Ja und das ist meine Verlobte Ginny.
Sirius: Ist das nicht Rons kleine Schwester?
Harry: Ja, aber-
Sirius: Du bist mit der jüngeren Schwester deines besten Freundes verlobt? WAS IST NUR LOS MIT EUCH SCHEIẞ POTTERS?! DU BIST WIE DEIN SCHEIẞ VATER HARRY!
Harry: Was?
Sirius (starrt hoch zum Himmel): BIST DU JETZT ZUFRIEDEN JAMES? ER KOMMT GANZ NACH DIR! DU SCHEIẞ LITTLEBROTHERFUCKER!
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druckkugelschreiber · 1 year ago
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I think it‘s endlessly funny that a „ja, ja“ in German (lit translation „yes, yes“) will get the response „ja, ja heißt leck mich am Arsch“ (yes, yes means lick my ass) and like it cracks me up. Parents will say this to their very young kids and it‘ll get a lot of eyerolls from the kids and it’s hilarious to me personally
Like who came up with that? Almost as good as „nett ist die kleine Schwester von scheiße“ (nice is the little sister of shit)
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fanpersoningfox · 1 year ago
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Es ist passiert. Meine kleine Schwester war mit ihrem Deutschkurs in Weimar und ist von ihrer besten Freundin gefragt worden, ob es wohl Fanfic über Goethe und Schiller gibt. Der Kreis schließt sich.
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sahnejungsliebhaber · 3 months ago
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Mein Neffe hat immer Fatshaming betrieben sobald er mich sah. Ja ich wiege zweieinhalb Zentner. Seit meine Schwester vor einem Monat in die Psychiatrie kam lebt der Bursche erst mal bei mir. Seither biete ich immer was Süßes zum Naschen an. Ein kleines Bäuchlein zeichnet sich ab. Jede Wette wenn ich ihn bis Weihnachten behalten darf ist er fettleibig.
My nephew was always fat-shaming me as soon as he saw me. Yes, I weigh two and a half hundredweight. Since my sister was admitted to a psychiatric ward a month ago, he's been living with me for the time being. Since then, I've always offered him something sweet to snack on. A little tummy is starting to appear. Any bet if I'm allowed to keep him until Christmas he'll be obese.
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strictpunishedhubby · 4 months ago
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Meine Frau setzt die Erziehung meiner Mama weiterhin fort, allerdings noch wesentlich strenger, vor allem was meine Prügelstrafen anbelangt, da sie mich als ihren kleinen, frechen und ungezogenen Rotzlöffel betrachtet und auch mich auch so behandelt. Sie legt großen Wert darauf, mich in Bezug auf Unterwäsche so zu kleiden, solche die ich ausschließlich von meiner Mama zum Anziehen bekam. Noch heute kauft meine Frau für mich nur solche Wäsche, wie sie hier auf den Bildern zu sehen ist, um mich gefügig und gehorsam zu halten.
Zu Hause hatte ich nämlich permanent die abgelegte Unterwäsche meiner älteren Schwester aufzutragen. Es war immer zu meinem Leidwesen keine weiße oder blaue unifarbene Wäsche, sondern es war ausschließlich rosa und mit kindlichen Motiven wie Blümchen, bunte Pünktchen bedruckt und somit sofort eindeutig als Mädchenwäsche zu erkennen. Meine Schwester liebte diese kleinmädchenhafte Wäsche, die sie immer mit meiner Mama aussuchte, wohl hauptsächlich deshalb, weil sie wusste, dass sie an mich weitergereicht wurde, da sie wohl lieber ein Schwesterchen als ein kleines Brüderchen gehabt hätte. Obwohl mir schon damals diese Wäsche besser als die damals triste Jungenunterwäsche gefiel, so schämte ich mich doch sehr, wurde ich doch deswegen sogar von jüngeren Kindern gehänselt und verspottet und ausgelacht. "Mädchenschlüpferträger" wurde mir oft hinterhergerufen. Besonders peinlich für mich war es zweimal in der Woche wenn wir Turnen hatten und ich meine Turngarnitur anziehen musste. Meine Klassenkameraden wetteten sogar darauf, ob ich heute rosa oder bunte Mädchenschlüpfer trage. Beim Umziehen standen die meisten um mich herum, zeigten auf meine Mädchenwäsche, bogen sich vor Lachen, spotteten welch schöne Schlüpfer und was für ein schönes Mädchenleibchen ich doch heute wieder anhabe, und wie gut sie mir steht. Und der Spott ging weiter, denn meine Turngarnitur war ebenfalls die abgelegte meiner Schwester. Das Turnhöschen war so kurz, wenn ich einen Langbeinschlüpfer anhatte, schaute dieser immer vor allem während dem Sport nicht nur an den Beinabschlüssen heraus, sondern durch die Turnbewegungen auch unterhalb des kurzen Sportleibchen. Besonders geschämt habe ich mich, wenn ich wie auf diesem Bild einen rosa Futterschlüpfer trug, den ich nicht verbergen konnte, was mir besonders peinlich war, da solche Schlüpfer meist nur kleine Mädchen trugen.
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My wife continues to discipline my mother, but she is much stricter, especially when it comes to corporal punishment, because she sees me as her naughty and naughty little brat and treats me like one. She makes it a point to dress me in underwear, the kind of little girl's underwear that my mummy gave me to wear exclusively. Even today, my wife only buys me underwear like the ones shown in the pictures to keep me submissive and obedient.
At home I had to constantly to wear the discarded underwear of my older sister, without exception. To my chagrin, it was always not plain white or blue underwear, but was exclusively pink and printed with childish motifs such as flowers and colorful dots and was therefore immediately clearly recognizable as girls' underwear. My sister loved this little girlish lingerie, which she always picked out together with my mummy, probably mainly because she knew it would be passed on to me, as she would probably have preferred to have a little sister than a little brother. Even though I liked this underwear better than the dreary boys' underwear at the time, I was still very ashamed because even younger children teased, mocked and laughed at me because of my underwear. I was often cat-called "girl's panties wearer" by other children. It was especially embarrassing for me twice a week when we had sports and I had to put on my sports clothes. My classmates even bet on whether I would wear pink or colorful girls' panties today. When I was changing, some of my classmates always stood around me, pointing at my girls' underwear, laughing, mocking what beautiful panties and what a beautiful girl's camisole I was wearing today, and how well they fit me. And the mockery continued, because my gym outfit was also of my sister. The gym shorts were so short that when I wore long panties, they would always peek out, especially during sports, not just at the ends of the legs, but also from underneath the short sports vest due to the gymnastic movements. I was especially ashamed when I wore thick pink long-legged panties like in this picture, because I couldn't hide it, which was particularly embarrassing for me, since such panties were usually only worn by little girls.
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Und so sahen mich beim Sport nicht nur unser Turnlehrer, der sich nichts anmerken ließ, sondern auch die Mädchen aus meiner Klasse, und alle andere aus unserer Schule, die gleichzeitig Sport hatten. Einige Mitschüler spotteten, lachten ebenfalls wegen meiner Kluft, den meisten aber war nur ein verächtliches Grinsen anzumerken. Je älter ich wurde, desto mehr habe ich mich wegen meiner Mädchenwäsche geschämt. Vor allem wenn Mädchen die jünger als ich waren mich wegen meiner Wäsche aufzogen, frotzelten und mich ärgerten. Ich bekam dann immer einen knallroten Kopf und fühlte mich ihnen unterlegen.
Ich erinnere mich genau an meine Panik die mich überfiel, als eine Gruppe Mädchen, darunter zwei aus der Nachbarschaft mich gnadenlos bloßstellten, als sie mich umzingelten, zwei Mädchen mich festhielten, ein anderes Mädchen mir zuerst meine Hose herunterzog und kurz danach auch noch meinen rosa, geblümten Schlüpfer. Untenrum nackt sahen sie die roten Striemen von meiner einigen Stunden zuvor, von meiner Mama verabreichten Rohrstockzüchtigung. Lachend schlugen mir abwechselnd einige Mädchen, manchmal sogar sehr fest mit ihren Händen auf meinen Po, begleitet von hämischen Sprüchen wie, "war der kleine Junge wieder unartig und ungezogen? Musste seine Mama sein Mädchenhöschen so wie wir jetzt herunterziehen und seinen nackten Po verhauen? Hat ihr kleines Bübchen so wie jetzt dabei laut geweint? Musste ihr unartiger Bengel danach auch artig in der Ecke stehen?" Aus Angst habe ich mit verheultem Gesicht nur zugebend genickt, was natürlich weiteres lautes Gelächter hervorrief.
Als die Mädchen mich endlich losließen, zog ich mir sofort Schlüpfer und Hose hoch und lief weinend nach Hause, während die Mädchen in schallendes Gelächter ausbrachen und spottend hinterherriefen. Verzweifelt berichtete ich Mama von diesem so tief demütigenden Erlebnis, bat ich sie mir doch bitte, bitte Jungenunterwäsche zu kaufen. "Ungezogene Jungen haben vorhandene Wäsche anzuziehen und es nicht verdient neue Wäsche gekauft zu bekommen! Die Mädchen haben Dir hoffentlich beigebracht Dich ihnen respektvoll gegenüber zu verhalten, zu tun was sie Dir sagen und Dich ihnen unterzuordnen. Sie haben Dir nur gezeigt, Mädchen sind Dir überlegen und am besten für Dich ist es ihnen zu gehorchen. Wenn es den Mädchen Spaß gemacht Deinen Po zu versohlen, so wirst Du Dich damit abfinden müssen! Wie ich sehe hast Du das gut überlebt, keinen bleibenden Schaden erlitten, also ist doch alles in Ordnung! Du wirst solange Du zu Hause wohnst nur die Mädchenwäsche Deiner lieben Schwester zum Anziehen bekommen! Batsa! Jetzt will ich nichts weiteres zu diesem Thema hören, sonst spürt Dein Po wieder den artigmachenden Rohrstock! Basta! " Damit war für Mama das Thema erledigt!
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And so, not only did our sports teacher, who didn't let it show, see me doing sports, but also the girls in my class and everyone else in our school who was doing sports at the same time. Some of my schoolmates mocked me and laughed at my outfit, but most of them just grinned disdainfully. The older I got, the more ashamed I was of my girlish underwear. Especially when girls younger than me teased, mocked and annoyed me about my laundry. I would always get a bright red head and feel inferior to them mercilessly.
I remember clearly the panic that overcame me when a group of girls, including two from the neighborhood, mercilessly exposed me as they surrounded me, two girls held me down, another girl first pulled down my pants and shortly thereafter also my pink, flowery panties. Naked down there, they could see the red welts from the caning I had received from my mom a few hours earlier. Laughing, several girls took turns slapping my bottom, sometimes very hard with their hans, accompanied by malicious comments like, "Was the little boy bad and naughty again? Did his mummy have to pull down his girl's panties like we did now and spank his bare bottom? Did her little boy cry loudly like he did now? Did her naughty little brat have to stand in the corner afterwards?" Out of fear, I just nodded in agreement with a tear-stained face, which of course provoked further loud laughter.
When the girls finally let go of me, I immediately pulled up my panties and pants and ran home crying, while the girls burst into loud laughter and called out mockingly after me. In desperation, I told my mom about this deeply humiliating experience and asked her to please, please buy me boys' underwear." Naughty boys have to wear existing underwear and do not deserve to have new underwear bought! Hopefully the girls have taught you to treat them with respect, to do what they tell you and to submit to them. They just showed you, girls are superior to you and it is best for you to obey them. If the girls enjoyed spanking your bottom then you will have to put up with it! I see that you survived well and suffered no lasting damage, so everything is OK! As long as you live at home, you will only get your dear sister's girls' underwear to wear! Batsa! Now I don't want to hear anything else on this topic, otherwise your bottom will feel again the behavemaking cane. Basta!" That was the end of the matter for mummy!
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equalv · 2 years ago
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German tv shows with lgbt* characters
I think it can be quite hard to find queer german tv shows, so I thought I‘d compile a list with the ones that I have watched so far.
✪  = queerness is centered in this show
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1899 (2022) (mlm) | Netflix | international 
Ángel (Miguel Bernardeau) 
Ramiro (José Pimentão)
Krester (Lucas Lynggaard Tønnesen)
All you need (2021-) (mlm) | ZDF | ✪
Vince (Benito Bause)
Robbie (Frédéric Brossier)
Levo (Arash Marandi)
Tom (Mads Hjulmand)
Andreas (Tom Keune)
Barbaren (2020-) (mlm) | Netflix
Marbod (Murathan Muslu)
Flavus (Daniel Donsky)
Beat (2018) (mlm) | Prime Video
Beat (Jannis Niewöhner) 
Becoming Charlie (2022-) (trans, mlm, wlw) | ZDF | ✪
Charlie (Lea Drinde)
Ronja (Sira-Anna Faal)
Mirko (Antonije Stankovic)
Blutige Anfänger (2020-) (mlm) | ZDF, YT
Michael Kelting (Werner Daehn)
Dr. Claas Steinebach (Martin Bretschneider)
Bruno Pérez (Martin Peñaloza Cecconi)
Phillip Schneider (Eric Cordes)
Charité (2017-) (wlw, mlm) | Netflix
Schwester Therese (Klara Deutschmann)
Otto Marquardt (Jannik Schümann)
Martin Schelling (Jacob Matschenz)
Dark (2017-2020) (wlw, mlm, trans) | Netflix
Peter Doppler (Stephan Kampwirth)
Bennie Wöller (Anton Rubtsov)
Doris Tiedemann (Tamar Pelzig/Luise Heyer)
Agnes Nielsen (Helena Pieske/Antje Trauer)
Deutschland 83/86/89 (2015-2020) (wlw, mlm) | Prime Video
Alex Edel (Ludwig Trepte)
Prof. Tobias Tischbier (Alexander Beyer)
Lenora Rauch (Maria Schrader)
Rose Seithathi (Florence Kasumba)
Dogs of Berlin (2018) (mlm) | Netflix
Erol Birkan (Fahri Yardim)
Guido Mack (Sebastian Achilles)
Dr. Klein (2014-2019) (mlm) | Netflix
Patrick Keller (Leander Lichti)
Kaan Gül (Karim Günes)
DRUCK (2018-) (wlw, mlm, trans) | YT | ✪
Fatou Jallow (Sira-Anna Faal)
Matteo Florenzi (Michelangelo Fortuzzi)
Zoe Machwitz (Madeleine Wagenitz)
Kieu My Vu (Nhung Hong)
Isi Inci (Eren M. Güvercin)
David Schreibner (Lukas von Horbatschewsky)
Yara Aimsakul (Elena Plyphalin Siepe)
Hans Brecht (Florian Appelius)
Eldorado KaDeWe – Jetzt ist unsere Zeit (2021-) (wlw) | ARD
Heidi Kron (Valerie Stoll)
Fritzi Jandorf (Lia von Blarer)
How to Sell Drugs Online (Fast) (2019-) (wlw) | Netflix
Fritzi (Leonie Wesselow)
Gerda (Luna Baptiste Schaller)
Kitz (2021) (mlm) | Netflix
Kosh Ziervogel (Zoran Pingel)
Hans Gassner (Ben Felipe)
Ku‘damm 56/59/63 (2016-2021) (mlm) | ZDF
Wolfgang von Boost (August Wittgenstein)
Hans Liebknecht (Andreas Pietschmann)
Der Kroatien Krimi/Split Homicide (2016-) (wlw) | ARD
Stascha Novak (Jasmin Gerat)
Loving Her (2021) (wlw) | ZDF | ✪
Hanna (Banafshe Hourmazdi)
Holly (Bineta Hansen)
Franzi (Lena Klenke)
Lara (Emma Drogunova)
Josephine (Karin Hanczewski)
Anouk (Larissa Sirah Herden)
Sarah (Soma Pysall)
Mord mit Aussicht (2018-2022) (wlw) | Netflix
Bärbel Schmied (Meike Droste)
Neumatt (2021-) (mlm) - Switzerland | Netflix
Michi Wyss (Julian Koechlin)
Joel Bachmann (Benito Bause)
Polizeiruf 110 (1971-) (queer/gnc) | ARD
Frankfurt/Świecko
Vincent Ross (Andre Kaczmarczyk)
SOKO Leipzig (2001-) (mlm) | ZDF
Moritz Brenner ( Johannes Hendrik Langer )
Tatort (1970-) (mlm, wlw) | ARD
Berlin
Robert Karow (Mark Waschke)
Hamburg
Julia Grosz (Franziska Weisz)
Saarbrücken
Esther Baumann (Brigitte Urhausen)
Wien
Meret Schande (Christina Scherrer)
Vorstadtweiber (2015-) (mlm) – Austria
Georg Schneider (Jürgen Maurer)
Joachim Schnitzler (Phillip Hochmair)
WIR (2021-) (wlw) | ZDF
Annika Baer (Eva Maria Jost)
Helena Kwiatkowski (Katharina Nesytowa)
Wendland (2023-) (wlw) | ZDF
Kira Engelmann (Paula Kalenberg)
Birthe (?)
Queer Eye Germany (2022) (mlm, nblm, trans) | Netflix
Avi Jakobs
Leni Bolt
Ayan Yuruk
Jan-Henrik Scheper-Stutke
Aljosha Muttardi
Notes: I may have forgotten to add some characters, because for most of the shows it has been some time since I last watched them. Please let me know if you want me to add a character or even show:)
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thedeathofyourdreams · 8 months ago
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Arrogant, selbstverliebt und böse – das waren die Eigenschaften von Camil Călugărul. Camil ist 16 Jahre alt und wurde am 31.10. geboren. Er hat zwei große Schwestern, [@flirtingwithdth @nocturaeve] zu denen er ein gutes Verhältnis hat. Er lebt und wohnt in New York in einem Penthouse, das er sich mit seiner Schwester teilt. Was sie jedoch nicht weiß, ist, dass er noch woanders eine kleine Bude hat, wo er oft die Nächte verbringt. Camil hat dunkles, gepflegtes Haar, das oft über seine Stirn fällt, intensive und ausdrucksstarke blaue Augen, einen schlanken und drahtigen Körperbau, ein ovales Gesicht mit einer starken Kieferlinie und leichte Gesichtstoppeln. Sein Körper ist bedeckt mit zahlreichen Tattoos, von denen die Hälfte eine Bedeutung hat, manche wiederum nicht. Seine Stärken sind Schnelligkeit und die Fähigkeit, Gedanken und Menschen zu manipulieren. Seine Schwäche ist Eisenkraut, das ihn töten kann.
✞ Spezies - Vampir
✞ Sexuelles Interesse - Bisexuell
✞ Relationship - Für alles zu haben
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