#not going to lie. i cried real tears when i found till's quote

[marimayscarlett]

Six men marriage favorite [anything, just go off 🧨]

Thank you for your ask 🌻 The topic of 'six men marriage' seems to be moving a lot of people on here currently , and that's the way it should be 😌 I have to say, I immediately thought of something that is a bit more abstract, maybe not really what you had in mind.... What I love and admire about this six men marriage, what sometimes moves me to tears and simply fills me with gratitude at the end of the day, is this: their unity.

Their will to work on themselves and on the band to resolve conflicts, to give everyone their right to vote, to build an unwavering democracy that may not leave much room for the individual, but makes the band all the stronger. It is certainly not always easy to keep something like this going and demands a lot from the individual (as some band members repeatedly mention in interviews), and yet they have kept it up - for 30 years. You get the impression that they really are driven by the desire to optimize this band time and again, which was founded 30 years ago in an old cellar and became an unbelievable worldwide success, and (after inner conflicts and struggles) are willing to put up with having to step back as individuals. Their cohesion is remarkable, there is so much emotionality in this band.

I'll let the band members speak for themselves to show that the subject of their relationship with each other as a unit and as a working team really does have an impact on everyone:

"I realized that I could do something with Rammstein that I wouldn't be able to do in any other world, I would never quit. It's not even important to me that I'm in the band. I could just drive around with the band, that would be enough for me. That's the best thing in the world for me, especially that gang feeling. I was lucky that it's a band and not a gangster gang. But I would have liked it just as much from the heart." Flake [source]

"We have a nice chemistry going on right now, really. We love each other more than ever and it feels really good to make music together." Paul [source]

"We didn't earn every euro for the great songs, but because we stuck together. The fears and hardships, the ups and downs, arguments, jealousies and envy. Not being able to sleep for nights on end because you wonder whether you'll get your way or give in. The conflicts of conscience, the psychodramas. I've often asked myself why I do something to myself that wears my soul out so much and don't just do something else. Rammstein is like an old marriage, you can't let go. The kids are out of the house, but the wife is still there, she's not really sexy anymore, but I love her." Till [source]

"Everyone represents the band, not just the singer. Till has never had a problem with that. We know that we are only Rammstein together. If someone steps out of line, there's a group force that pulls them back in: "Go back into your line." Of course, that restricts our individuality a little. But we love it. We feel safe and comfortable in it because we know that's where our strength lies." Schneider [source]

"We realised that in order to get the best out of our music we had to become very critical of the stuff that we were doing. Because of that, we had to overcome many difficult obstacles together and that’s what we finally did." Oliver [source]

"There were times I felt like I don’t want to do it anymore, but there was always something, a bigger picture I’ve seen that made it worth while. I always figured we can over-step our egos. There’s something more beautiful than fighting for your egos." Richard [source]

It really seems to be like one big marriage... 'For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish...' 🤍

[shyanlibrary]

Hey there, I'm in the mood to be absolutely destroyed by some sad shit, so can you please give me some good, angsty tearing-my-fucking-heart out shyan fic recs? Give me as many as you have. I'd be very grateful (and hopefully devastated at the end of it heh)

Welcome to Sad Town, everyone ~ Please note that most of these either have Major Character Death warning or no Happy Ending.

The Body That Lies by Lafayette1777

Summary: Ryan is dead and haunting Shane. Because he misses him, of course.

But also to prove a point.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Ah, that beautiful Major Character Death that makes you wish you were the one dead. This fic destroyed me since the first time I read it and it’s also my favorite ghost story in the fandom. Like– we got some really good stuff with the AU, but this one is– like, kind of, the most realistic and human I’ve read so far.

It gives you a grief that resonates with you, your soul, it breaks your heart and makes you cry. It takes you from the extraordinary beginning to the human ending, and it makes you believe at the end. It’s wonderful.

contrapposto by spoopyy

Summary: Ryan works in a museum. Shane doesn’t understand art. They fall in love.

Rated: T

Commentary: Listen, if you wanna die, this is ya fic. Before I read it, I kept seeing in tumblr that it was the best story in the fandom, and when I finally found it while reading all the fics, I didn’t even look at the summary, the tags, the anything, I just went directly to read it.

Boy. Did that one scene that is gonna kill you destroyed me nicely.

I’m still not over this fic and I will never be. It worked me out in ways no story had before and it made me sob like a motherfucker. Never sobbed this much while reading a fanfic before, holy shit.

we dream of storms by adenophora

Summary: Ryan has the lighthouse, and he has the sea. He’s adapted to the solitude, even if he wasn’t built for it. And then there’s Shane.

Rated: T

Commentary: Because I love suffering and being dead, this is actually one of my favorite fanfics in the fandom. If you read my comment on it, you’ll notice I spend days thinking about it and overthinking about what it meant and the imagery of it. Hell, I even though– you know, that’s a spoiler. So. Read and come talk to me about it.

Dance Till You Drop by wheezebaby

Summary: In which Shane and Ryan are 16th-century painters, and Shane has a knack for dancing.

Rated: M (But it’s actually more like T)

Commentary: Based on that one time people dance until they died, this fic explores Shane and Ryan’s relationship in a very interesting way– it’s very well written, the historic background of it it’s well done and reserched, an interesting piece to read. I second this rec.

but i’m still here, i hope you know by BooyahFordhamYacht

Summary: he always wanted to get lost in it. that deep dark sea of believing in something more. he wanted to feel the surge of the waters accepting him, wanted to understand what was so addictive about it. shane never realized the price he’d have to pay to be pulled under the surface into the cold, unforgiving roaring swells of the ocean.

AN: so i promised some commenters on for you to be happy and loved that i would write some happy shyan after that heartbreak. This… this is not that. This may actually be worse. Don’t read if you don’t feel like crying.

Title from Keaton Henson’s amazing song Alright. Go listen to it and cry if you want.

Rated: T

Commentary: This author is fantastic, they write a world you can understand and imagine in such a poetic way, you are going to be sobbing from the start to the bottom. The way they describe grief is just… Man, this is good, this is very good. Kinda not very happy with Sara, though; I feel very sorry for her in this fic. Also, of course– Major Character Death. But with an S. This doesn’t have a happy ending.

Nana by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: I sat with you beside your bed and criedFor things that I wish I’d said

You still had your nose red

And if I live past seventy-two, I hope I’m half as cool as you

Ryan is ready.

Rated: Not Rated (I’ll say T)

Commentary: This should be rated DEATH FOR YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, because is a soul-destroyer fic. Dude, the ending. Dude, be prepared.

for another life time by Hugabug

Summary: "I’m scared.“

“Never. You were always brave for the both of us.”

Rated: G

Commentary: Also known as I Love Death And Being Dead, this fic killed me in the most amazing way. It’s as sweet as it is sad at the beginning, you will love it if your thing is to hurt but always end with a big smile.

Big God by fuckcitybitch

Summary: The time comes for Shane to stop running and reap what he carelessly sewed.

Rated: T

Commentary: More than angst, this is pure horror and fear, and that’s exactly why it will destroy your soul. It has NO happy ending, Major Character Death, horror, dead babies, all you need to not sleep and cry like a baby. 

But for real, what a wonderful story. It’s so well done, so well writen. I love this author, they are one of the bests and this fic is just incredible.

Metacommunication by americanchemicals

Summary: Communication is important in any relationship. Metacommunication, or communicating about communicating, was equally as important. Because when there are misunderstandings, things quickly go downhill.

Rated: T

Commentary: Dear Lord, the angst in this one is just damn frustrating. So many things could had been avoided with better communication... and it’s so good to read... these two grown ass men being idiots in love... it hurts so much. Love this fic.

You Are on the Fastest Available Route by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: “It’s in the light.“

[Based on the Local 58 YouTube Series]

Rated: T

Commentary: BOY. I fell in love with this fanfic. It may seem weird for some people, it may get scary at some point (hint: it fucking is), but there’s something so incredible about it. It’s everything, I guess. This fanfic is the kind of stuff I would put my students to comment on Creative Writing Workshop, it’s THAT good.

when the tide comes by AnastasiaYu

Summary: the disappearance of ryan bergara.

Rated: T

Commentary: To quote Luke Skyalker, “this is not going to end the way you think”. This is… so sad. The ending is, wow, one of my favorites. The original ending. Althought the second ending is also good. But the first! So sad! So good!

may i say i loved you more by luntian

Summary: He felt Ryan’s warm palm on his shoulder. By then he knew he couldn’t lie anymore.“I—well, uh…” Shane inhaled deeply, “Promise me you’ll believe.

”Ryan was puzzled, but he nodded almost immediately.

After a long pause, Shane finally continued, “I’m not human.”

“What?” Ryan whispered. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I was human, then—and then I died.” Ryan stared. Shane realized he was making no sense. He sighed, “Okay, listen. I am an angel.” Shane glanced at Ryan, trying to see his reaction but he saw no expression on his face. “I was sent on Earth to, uh, complete some mission.”

“You’re an alien?!”

“I’m an angel!”

/or/

Shane is an angel with a time limit. And a boyfriend.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Angel Shane AU that for a second seems to be all happy– then it’s not. I cried a lot.

we match by hugabug

Summary: “I love you in grey.“

Rated: G

Commentary: Now, this is pure pain. Someone dies. The other one is left old and sad. I fucking cried.

and he takes and he takes by cooliohoolio

Summary: Shane wants to say I will be dead within the next year. He wants to say the flowers in my lungs are there because of you. He wants to say I’m in love with you and it’s killing me.

Rated: Not Rated (T)

Commentary: Hanahaki is always the real deal here, it’s 100% suffering and in this fandom, it always ends sad. And ironic. This fic in particular writes the ficitonal condition as something more than it usually is, it uses it in a poetic way that allows to explore the depth of Shane’s feelings and also allows us to die a little bit more with each word. Such a great fanfic, so well writen, so well characterized, so well peppered with the best kind of angst.

I Miss You by KnittingGuru1984

Summary: Shane had never believed in the supernatural. That was Ryan’s department. When Ryan is suddenly taken from him in an accident, Shane has his life turned upside down.

Rated: G

Commentary: Oh, this one is hard to take. It’s sad, it really is. And it doesn’t end well either, it’s… also kinda scary. The ending gave me the chills because… oh God. You gotta read it, I’m not spoiling it, lol.

with shortness of breath (you explained the infinite) by hugabug

Summary: "Shane?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Why won’t you look at me?”

Rated: T

Commentary: Part of this series that literally estroyed my life, in this one we… we find out how those five years of Shane alone started. Man. It is freakin’ sad.

But if it’s Not Right (What Can I Do?) by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: Ryan Bergara, host of True Crime on Buzzfeed Radio, attracts the wrong person’s attention.

A twisted version of Pichiba’s radio!au.

Rated: T

Commentary: I LOVE FUCKED UP SHIT, and this one is one of the bests in the fandom. For real, I love this AU and I love how well Joey wrote the sick part of it all. The ending just jfbnfdinfir gave me the chills, it’s damn amazing.

Oblivion by InkStainsOnMyHands

Summary: Tragic consequences typically follow when a god falls in love with a human. Typically…

Based on the comment:“My theory is that Shane is the devil and was just super bored. Then one day he chanced upon a poor scared Ryan and thought “this is pretty fun” and now follows him to supernatural sights to have a giggle at his expense. But that’s also why they never capture anything on video, because the evil spirits and demons know Shane for who he really is and are too afraid to mess with him.”

Rated: M

Chapters: 3/3

Commentary: This fic means a lot to me. It has been one of my favorites for a long time and I feel like I’m going to love it forever. Because it has such a powerful feeling to it and the way they are characterized and put together in this fic is very unique and original, and no fic will ever top it. It deserves all the love, my man, it’s incredible.

[jugandbettsdetectiveagency]

Tacos and Tequila - Ch.5

Sorry it’s late! Once again your lovely comments astound me - for every one a baby gets their beanie <3

(Just realised I haven’t gotten round to replying to them yet, I’m so out of it, but I’ll get to it tomorrow!)

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4 / Read on AO3

Hour 6

Suddenly Betty is gone from the couch.

Jughead practically feels the wind she creates in her fast movements to get away from him.

“How do you know about that?” she asks from where she’s standing in front of the TV. Jughead sits up straighter, holding her with a level gaze. The alcohol is making her head feel heavy, her tongue feel numb – or was it because of the way he refused to stop staring at her as she felt her heart begin to race?

Not here, not another person. Jughead wasn’t supposed to know about this, about what she did at that party. No one outside of Riverdale should know. A clean slate, that’s what she’d been longing for, what she’d been grasping at for a long time now; that incident just pushed her over the edge, was the last straw in taking her final steps out of Riverdale and hoping she didn’t have to go back. Polly was in Greendale, and her mom would be quite happy to let her spend her holidays trapped inside the house for as few days as possible, after the show she had made of herself. As far as the rest of the population of that town was concerned, Betty Cooper was now a ghost.

And wasn’t that true? After it happened, the Betty Cooper that people had always known –sweet, wholesome, predictable – was no more. She’d marred her perfectly crafted reputation beyond repair, the standards she’d been held to for so long so ingrained that she couldn’t even find it in herself to be relieved. She was just ruined.

“It’s not his fault, but Archie may have mentioned something…” Jughead sees a light go out in Betty’s eyes and hurries to placate her. “He didn’t tell anyone what happened. We were just at this party at the start of semester, and he briefly said something about hoping it didn’t end like the last one he went to, that something happened with his best friend,” Jughead explains warily.

Betty nods, downcast eyes causing the first hot tears to spill over and onto her cheeks, fingers clenching automatically.

“Try to leave one reputation behind and another one follows you,” she laughs humourlessly, bitterness coating her tone.

“Hey,” Jughead stands, moving to step in front of her and stop her pacing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s none of my business,” he says soothingly, hand twitching towards her shoulder before he pulls it back again. Betty looks up at him with wide, watery eyes and his chest tightens. She lets out a shaky sigh.

“Before, when you said I seemed ‘perfect’,” her voice is quiet but she spits the word out like it tastes bad. “What did you mean?” she asks, fingers uncurling to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. He takes a subconscious step closer to her.

“I guess I meant you seemed impossible. There’s no such thing, Betts,” he murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to brush a stray tear away. “I was kind of waiting for you to tell me to fuck off. But when you didn’t, I realised that you might believe that’s what you were,” he tells her, rising inflection turning the guess into the hint of a question.

She sucks in a sharp breath. How did he know?

“The way Archie spoke about you – it was clear how much you meant to him but… I guess I heard something in his stories about you that I could relate to,” he finishes cryptically. Betty scrunches her eyebrows as she waits for him to explain. Jughead searches her eyes for a second, irises wide and imploring, before turning and heading back to sit cross-legged on the cushions they’d left on the floor. He looks to her, waiting for her to join him. She mirrors his position and waits.

“Dad lost his job when I was seven. My sister, Jellybean, was only one at the time and there had been complications with her birth that my parents were still paying medical bills for. We moved into the trailer park on the South side of town. It wasn’t enough to cover the costs, though, because Dad started to… do a little something extra on the side. There was this gang,” Jughead huffs a laugh through his nose. “Let’s just say they were less than savoury characters.” He pauses, and Betty watches as a show reel of memories flits behind his eyes. They’re unfocused and distant, no longer with her in the apartment as he remembers.

“Anyway, whatever he was doing with them didn’t sit well with my mom. They’d fight at all hours, I don’t think it was possible for them to be in the same room as one another towards the end – and there aren’t many places to go in a trailer. I think they always fought and I just didn’t notice until we were in such close quarters.” He swallows. “But they’d fight, and Dad would drink, and they’d fight because of that, and then something would get smashed.” Jughead’s voice turns bitter. “It was like they were immune to Jellybean’s cries at that point, so I’d go in and pick her up and make up stories to tell her till she fell back to sleep. I was doing it mainly for her, but any time I could spend in a different reality was a bonus for me too.” He’s running his nail along the embroidered pattern of the cushion beneath him.

“A few years later Mom left. And then a few years after that she came back and took JB with her.” Jughead blinks back the tears he remembers releasing the day he watched the car drive away, his sister inside. Suddenly, he’s back in the room with Betty.

“There were times though – birthdays, and Christmas, and family outings – when things were like they used to be. Dad wasn’t drinking too much, and Mom wasn’t always tired. They were parents and we were children, and everything was the way it should be.

“I’d see my friends at school and tell them about how normal my life was. In public, the Jones’ were everybody’s All-American family.” Jughead laughs again, and this time it’s genuine. “I used to make up these little comic strips, with us as the characters. We’d do the most mundane things and I’d pretend they were real life. If I focused on them hard enough they became memories.” He meets her eyes again, their intensity stopping Betty’s breath slightly.

“The lying became too much, and I was tired of keeping up this act in front of my friends. I stopped talking to them, and eventually they stopped trying to talk to me. If there was no one to lie to I didn’t have to lie anymore. A lot of stuff happened in the middle, but now Dad’s getting help, and I’m getting back to a point where I don’t feel the need to lie anymore – it never did any good. It didn’t put my family back together.”

Their gazes hold even after Jughead is finished talking. The credits to the movie are running quietly in the background.

“You didn’t have to tell me all that,” Betty says quietly. Jughead shrugs.

“But I did. What do you think of me now?” he asks, and the question throws her off. He seemed to do that a lot.

Betty looks at him for a moment. He was confident, yet guarded. He was funny and empathetic and he’d just told a girl he’d known for a few hours his life story.

“You’re brave,” she tells him honestly. Jughead smiles softly at her in gratitude, the back of his neck heating up gently. Betty takes a breath, understanding his point.

“My sister started dating this guy, Jason Blossom. His sister, Cheryl, was on the cheerleading squad with me and she had this big party after graduation. Jason and Polly’s relationship was… turbulent, to say the least. The last argument they had before they broke up did something to Polly. She was inconsolable and distraught, and Mom did what she always does and made it worse. Polly got sent to a mental health facility in the town over when she should have been starting her freshman year of college.” Betty’s eyes water, but she doesn’t let the tears loose this time.

“Jason was home for summer and he came down to the party. He started making all kinds of rude remarks about Polly, about how she was such a good girl by day but ‘a freak in the sheets at night’.” The quote makes Betty shudder. “He was laughing about it with all these jocks and it made me so mad, because Polly was locked away like some kind of prisoner. I told him to stop it but he wouldn’t listen to me.”

“Polly is where she belongs,” Jason threw at her, baring his teeth behind a wide grin. Betty’s fists began to clench as a wave of darkness blurred her vision. “That girl is insane. You know she tried to convince me to marry her, said she wanted us to start a family? How pathetic.”

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that,” Betty seethed between gritted teeth. Jason laughed, loud and menacing.

“Little Betty Cooper – what’s the matter, princess? Finally found your fight?” Jason glanced to the side, meeting the eyes of a few of the crowd that had begun to gather on the patio. “Don’t forget, Betty. I’ve been in your house. Your bathroom. I’ve seen those pills in your cabinet – crazy must run in your family,” the redhead snarled, leaning towards her as he revealed her secrets to their peers.

Betty didn’t remember when she began to move, but all of a sudden she was lunging for him. The surprise movement threw Jason off guard, her weight managing to topple him as he took a step back, foot slipping against the edge of the pool. With a shove to his chest, Betty sent Jason flying into the water, his head knocking against the lip of the pool on the way down.

Jason emerged, clinging to the stone edge, eyes clearly dazed and disorientated from the blow. Betty crouched by the edge of the pool, watching him splutter for air.

“Say you’re sorry, Jason. Say you’re sorry for what you did to me!” she screamed. The world was a blur, nothing felt real.

The next thing she knew, Archie’s arms were around her waist, hushing her gently as he dragged her away, the people in the distance rushing to help Jason out of the water.

“I don’t remember it very clearly,” Betty tells Jughead, voice wavering with nerves. “I just remember this… darkness taking over, and it scared me. That I don’t know what I’m capable of, that I could…” her throat hitches, cutting off her sentence. She looks up as Jughead touches her wrist gingerly.

“Ask me what I think of you now,” he whispers.

“What do you think of me now?” she asks, voice just as quiet.

“I think you’ve spent too long in the shadows, Betty Cooper. Trapped inside your own expectations. But now you can finally learn to breathe.” She wants to wrap her arms around him to hide the fresh tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t.

“It’s unfair – you knew more about me when I arrived than I knew about you, than I knew about myself,” she adds with a chuckle, the moment she met Jughead seeming like an age ago. Jughead smiles.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere. It would be your honour to get to know me, Betty Cooper,” he tells her, his smile shifting to a coy smirk. She laughs, the sound a little fuller than before.

“Are we going to regret all this oversharing in the morning?” she asks, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. It’s meant as a joke, to diffuse the shift that’s happened between them in just a few short hours, but there’s a nervousness behind her question.

“I hope not,” he replies sincerely.