#taule

[blaguescourtes]

Un mari en or…

[nofatclips]

Ruhnu saare lood ja laulud (Sounds and Stories from Ruhnu Island) @ Viljandi Folk Music Festival 2024 X Petites Planètes - Filmed by Vincent Moon

[columboscreens]

[rosiecow]

What the fuck did my wife just send me

[thissismydestiny]

[orbitalpirate]

I am writing the saddest possible fic for a ship that has maybe 4 fans

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Last night was a Till/Paul night and it was wonderful, so much love and fun, hoping for more on the last show!!

Fun wasn't it!

Till pulling Paul by the ear, Paul staying behind on the bridge to have a chat, Paul brushing Till's pedestal after Schneider dared to put his foot on it, and all the other stuff they do like synchronised headbanging

maybe they're happy now the tour is coming to an end, but my personal belief:

having Minni backstage helps a lot with the playfulness

🐶

(don't change my mind, this blog is a 'Minni rules' blog 😊)

[luckythings]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The Inner :: Katrina Taule

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Reshaping life! People who can say that they have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it. —Boris Pasternak, “Doctor Zhivago”

[Alive On All Channels]

[1v1-me-irl]

Who’s gonna drop the L Word first because I don’t think either of us want to be the first but I give him 2 months lmao

[stonerzelda]

Work today fuckinge sucked so bad it was full of micro aggressions + me accidentally pissing off well-meaning residents fuck all life

[mjrtaurus]

Yall remember in the MHB making of when Paul admitted to have come to Beelitz years prior to the filming with a girl and stole stuff?

Yeah, that with the MHB au.

One of the things Paul stole was some documents containing a photo of a male patient during the TB outbreak. Years later, when he and his friends come to do some ghost hunting/urban exploration, the nachzehrer said to haunt the place shows itself to him, and only him, specifically. Paul recognizes it as the man in the photo.

And the nachzehrer recognizes Paul as the thief who stole from his home...

[columboscreens]

[barbatoskisser]

Sorry for filling up the feed ill go quiwt bow have an art as ab apology

[vintagewarhol]

[orbitalpirate]

1 and Tom O'Brien

Fic requests based on my Spotify Wrapped: Tom O'Brien and Lost in the Citadel by Lil Nas X

Every time you leave, you find a way to come back around

Tom O'Brien had been playing football before some of the guys at AFC Richmond got pubes. Okay, maybe not that early, but he always felt like one of the older guys on the team. It was the reason his best friend was the only guy on the team with a kid. He felt older. The problem with well everything is that since 2014, Tom's been playing football professionally, and until very recently, he thought he was the only closeted man in the premier leagues.

Nearly ten years of playing in goal and hiding parts of himself, just so he could be replaced by Thierry at his first sign of injury. Fucking figures, was it even worth it? He wanted to ask Colin if he felt that way when Zava sent him to the bench. If he'd ever been a straight team mates dirty little secret. If he'd ever fallen for a best friend. But Tom figures those last two likely only applied to him because he was a fucking idiot.

"Colin came out," Paul said in lieu of greeting. Tom was driving Paul back to his place, like they did every matchless Friday night. Tom didn't know what to say.

"Heard that yeah," Tom replied, eyes on the road.

"Are you planning on doing that too? Telling the rest of the guys?" Paul asked.

"Nothing to say." Tom wasn't like Colin. Wasn't brave or bold, his bisexuality was well hidden, and he wasn't planning on changing that. The only reason Paul knew was because Tom had been on his knees enough for the other man.

"Come on you're-" Paul hesitated. They never actually talked about it. Tom's labels and identity were best left unsaid. "Something," he decided on. "And now you know the guys are cool with it."

When Tom joined Richmond in 2019, he attached to Paul Reynolds instantly. It was like Paul was a magnet or a supernova or just something so wonderful it was hard to ignore. Like Tom met him for a reason. Paul had it all together. He had a wife, and a daughter always seemed to do the right thing. Tom was a mess whose last girlfriend left him for a male prostitute. Paul seemed like a safety net, like a guiding light, an angel in a football kit.

Then Tom found himself on his knees in the treatment room with Paul's hands in his hair because "no one uses this room anyways, Tom, trust me." Paul and his wife were on the outs or mid divorce or had an open marriage. Every time Tom asked, it was a different answer. Tom let himself live in the fantasy world where Paul was moments away from finalized paperwork and asking him for a date more than beer and blowjobs.

"I'm not anything. Drop it," he told Paul. Paul believed he was straight. Why couldn't he believe Tom was too?

Paul was silent for a few beats. "I think we have to be finished now, Tom. I think this has to be done."

It wasn't the first time Paul had said something to this extent to Tom, "me and my wife are trying to make things work," "I have to put my family first," "I'm straight." And Tom would back off. Somehow, two weeks later, they were the last two in the showers, and Tom's knees were touching the vinyl.

"Of course," Tom answered. He really hoped this was the last time. Hoped they were done for good. Even if it was more than beer and blowjobs to him. Even if he had fallen for his best friend the day they met. Even if he would give anything to run away with the other man. Tom needed to get out of this situation for good. "Do you still want to come over?"

Paul did. Their knees kept touching on Tom's couch. Paul watched Tom's lips around the neck of the bottle. Paul pet the hair on Tom's head and said he was glad to have his best friend back. There's no way Hughes has dealt with anything like this. Only Tom is dumb enough to get here. Only Tom would risk it all for a married second team Irish centre back. Only Tom could mess up this badly and still want more. Tom O'Brien was a fucking idiot.