#today is the very last day of summer and.

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS CATCHES YOU AND STEPBROTHER!MATT FUCKING IN THE LIVING ROOM

WARNINGS : SMUT. PNV. VOYEURISM. EXHIBITIONISM. DIRTY TALK. HAIR PULLING. ASS SMACKING. (let me know if i forgot anything).

you always disliked when your mom threw little get togethers with her friends and co-workers. your house always being packed inside the house and then the backyard—so you always stayed far away from it. not because you didn’t like them, you just hated the crowds.

and today was one of those days. everyone in the backyard on a hot summer day—the sounds of voices buzzing through the air. you were hot and angry, the sun making you feel like you wanted to peel your skin off, but you couldn’t leave—not while your mom kept her eye on you.

she forced you to stay outside and socialize with people—people who probably wouldn’t understand anything you try to talk about.

you huffed, crossing your arms and trying to sit as much in the shade as you could without bumping into other people. but it was no use. you groaned and turned in the direction your mom was in—seeing her back turned to you with people surrounding her.

when you saw that, you took your chance, slipping in through the back door and trying to walk quickly from the living room—out of her sight. the AC was cold on your skin, your heartbeat finally starting to slow once you made it far enough inside.

“two hours? really? you couldn’t last any longer out there?” a voice said from over by the couch. your feet stopped, whipping your head into the direction it was coming from. matt was standing near the couch, a cold drink in one hand.

you rolled your eyes, letting out a breath as you wandered over to him. “you try lasting out there in ninety-five degree weather for two hours. i promise it isn’t fun.” you snapped back, reaching your hand out as you stood in front of him, snagging his water. matt just watched you, eyebrow raised and a small smirk tugging at his lip.

“why the attitude hm baby?” he asked, watching the way you lifted the cup to your lips, taking a sip from the ice cold water. you glared at him, finishing your sip before holding the glass out to him. “i don’t have a fucking attitude.” that was a lie—you definitely did.

you watched as matt hummed, taking a sip of water for himself before setting his cup down on the table. “no?” he questioned, slowly walking around your body until he got behind you. you could feel the heat from his body as he pressed closer—it wasn’t helping your irritation.

“matt fuck off.” you spat, going to take a step away from him. you didn’t get very far. matt’s arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

“god, you’re such a brat.” he muttered into your ear, his hot breath trailing against your neck. you shivered, even though the air inside was cool. his hand was splayed flat on your lower stomach, keeping you tight to him. “matt. don’t.” you warned, voice wavering, despite yourself. you glanced over your shoulder, but no one was inside. still, the hum of voices and music from the backyard was way too close for comfort.

“don’t what? don’t do something about your attitude?” he gritted, his hand tightening on your flesh slightly. “you’re the one being a fuckin’ brat and talkin’ back.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, feeling the way your body lit up from his words.

matt grinned, feeling the way your body reacted. “you know,” he whispered, starting to push your hips forward until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. your body bent forward, hands coming out under you to catch the fall. “i think that’s what you want isn’t it? acting up just so i’d do somethin’ about it.”

you shook your head. “no..” you mumbled, but the way your body was practically buzzing said a different story. he hummed, splaying a hand on your back and pushing you down farther, making your back arch—ass high up in the air. you gasped when you felt his fingers toy with the hem of your dress, slowly slipping his fingers underneath.

“matt!” you hissed. “they’re outside!—my mom’s—” your words were cut off when matt’s hand came down to strike against your ass, a moan slipping from your lips as the pain blossomed across your skin. “shh keep that pretty mouth shut baby, unless you want them to hear you.” and you couldn’t help the way your body tingled at the thought of someone hearing you—or catching you. you were so out in the open, one good look through the giant glass door and everyone would see what was going on.

you squirmed, your ass wiggling in front of matt—practically teasing him. he groaned, grabbing the fabric of your dress and pushing it past your ass to rest on your hips. his eyes glanced down, seeing the growing wet patch in the center of your panties.

“look at you.” he cooed, bringing his freehand down to ghost along your inner thighs, leaving light taps. “such a wet pussy for someone who said she wasn’t acting up just to be punished.” you could hear the mocking tone in his voice—feel the way his fingers would inch closer and closer to the edge of your panties before slipping away.

you whined, pushing your hips back as your mind began to turn to mush, forgetting about the party just outside those doors. “tsk tsk.” matt clicked his tongue, his hand coming back down again on your ass, your skin reddening. your body jolted at the contact, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt your slick flow out of you more.

“such a little whore.” he said, his hand hooking into your panties and dragging them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, until they rested around your ankles. “stay right there yeah? don’t. move.”

and then he spat on your folds—watching as it trailed down your slit. you whimpered, thighs twitching from the sensation alone. his fingers dragged through it, spreading it over your pussy, up and down, slow and messy. “fuck.” he hissed under his breath as he slid two fingers through your folds again, watching the way you clenched around nothing and whined, your back arching deeper.

“gonna fuck you right here baby. y’gonna let me?” he whispered, leaning down to talk against the shell of your ear—his chest flush against your back. “right where anyone could easily see?” you shook your head, but your moan betrayed you the second his fingers circled your entrance.

“mhm thought so.” he grinned, leaning back up and grabbing at your hips. his other hand reached down to tug his sweats down, freeing his cock. he gripped the base, leaning forward to spit, letting it trail down his dick before be gave himself a few pumps. your heart was pounding in your ears, it was so quiet in the house, except for the muffled music coming from outside. your head lifted slightly, looking in the direction of the back door—you could see so many people outside, but their attention wasn’t focused anywhere in the house.

your head turned, looking over your shoulder at matt. and fuck did he look good. with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock—the hem of his shirt pulled up and tuck between his teeth to keep it up. you shuddered, your hips moving back towards him. “matt, please.” you whined softly, the ache between your legs becoming too much now.

matt smirked, moving to line himself up, his other hand still gripping the flesh of your hip. “please what, hm? be a good girl and use your words or you ain’t getting what you want.” he said, pressing forward. you could feel the tip of his cock press inside you before he moved back. you whined again, pressing your face down into the cushion of the couch. “please—please..want you to fuck me.” you whispered, your face reddening in embarrassment.

“mm good girl. that wasn’t so hard was it?” he praised, his hips pushing forward again, dragging his cock along your folds before he pushed inside again—filling you inch by inch. you gasped as he stretched you open, your hands coming out to grab at the cushions below you. “o-oh fuck.” you moaned, your walls clenching down around him.

matt grunted, his head tipping back at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole, dragging a filthy curse from his lips as he bottomed out. his fingers dug deep into your hip, holding you in place as he started to move slowly. “so fuckin’ pretty.” he muttered—his head falling back down to look at you. his free hand coming up now to tangle into your hair, tipping your own head back.

his hips began to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the living room along with your moans and his groans. “god—you’d love it if someone walked in right now hm? watching the way your cunt greedily takes my cock.” matt grunted, feeling the way your walls clamped down around his cock. your mouth dropped open, a loud almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth. all you could do was grab at the couch, trying to ground yourself as his tip continued to kiss your g-spot over and over again.

but what either of you didn’t know—is there was someone watching as matt’s hips slammed into your own. watching how he fucked you dumb, loosing all coherent words.

his brother chris. your other stepbrother.

he was outside with everyone else who seemed to be too oblivious and caught up in what they were doing to notice you getting bent over the arm of the couch.

the second he’d come around the corner with a drink in hand and seen you bent over the couch, bare and taking matt deep—he stopped. he hasn’t meant to stop and watch—to get so wrapped up in watching the way you took every inch his brother gave you. the way your face contorted with pleasure every time matt’s cock kissed your cervix.

god he was entranced by how good you looked.

his body was still, heart thudding heavy in his chest as his eyes locked on the sight through the glass. he couldn’t hear you—but he didn’t need to, to know you sounded like a fucking angel.

his breath grew heavier the longer he watched, feeling the way his cock became painfully hard in his pants. he let out a shaky breath, pulling his gaze away from you to look around the yard—no one had noticed still. chris swallowed thickly, his free hand reaching down to adjust himself as his eyes landed back onto your figure.

he watched matt’s hand in your hair, pulling your head back just to make you arch more. your ass jiggling from the force of each thrust of matt’s cock. watched as matt leaned down and whispered something into your ear, making your eyes roll back as your own lips moved to reply. chris didn’t know what it was matt said—but what he did know, is it effected you.

your body began to shake—teeth digging into your bottom lip to stay quiet.

chris knew you were getting close, and god he wanted to stay to watch you cum—but he knew if he didn’t leave now, he’d cum in the next few second just from seeing you. so quickly and quietly—without dragging attention to himself—he slipped away. the image of you burned into his mind.

back inside—your brain was mush. you were chasing your pleasure. matt’s cock hot and thick as he dragged it along your walls. you could feel him pulsing—feel just how close he was to cumming just like you were.

“y’gonna cum baby?” he moaned, fucking his cock deeper into you. “gonna make a mess all over my fucking cock hm? such a messy fucking slut.” his hand in your hair pushed your head down into the cushions.

and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

“pleasepleaseplease—oh my fuck—“ you cried out, your mouth open and drooling against the cushion. you felt your whole body lock up and shake as you came. your walls fluttering around his cock—milking him for all he has. he groaned, his hips faltering for a second before he kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm.

you collapsed against the couch, the only thing holding you up now was matt’s own hands, his hips moving to chase his own high. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up—fuck.” you could tell he was so close, your hips shallowly moving and fucking yourself on his cock despite how tired you were now. “put your panties back on and send you out there with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

his thrusts were getting sloppy now, hips stuttering. you lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him again, looking at his face. his brows knitted together and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “c’mon matt—shit—want you to fill me up. please.”

that seemed to be his breaking point.

he groaned loudly, both hands grabbing at the flesh of your hips as he buried himself deep in your cunt—spilling inside you. you could feel each spurt painting your insides white—and how full you felt of him.

his hips moved a few more times before he finally pulled himself out slowly, watching as some of his cum began to leak out of you. he smirked down at you, seeing how you were already beginning to doze off. quickly he began to tuck himself back into his sweats before turning his attention to you.

he reached for your underwear that was around your ankles, slowly sliding them back up your legs and pulling them snugly over your hips to where they belonged. you whined at the feeling, your body shuddering. matt continued to fix your clothing before he reached down and gently pulled you up and into his arms.

he fixed your hair and dress, making sure you looked presentable before even thinking about sending you back out there. the last thing he did was trail his hand down and press his fingers against your now clothed and soaked pussy, making you gasp and grab at his shirt due to how sensitive you were.

“gonna keep my cum right in there yeah?” he whispered, beginning to circle his fingers. you nodded, legs shaking and threatening to give out from under you. he smiled, pulling his fingers away. “good.”

and just then you both heard the door open, your heads whipping in the direction as you both peeled yourselves away from one another, just as your mom stepped inside.

“there you are!” your mom said with a tone of relief like she was looking for you the whole time—she probably wasn’t. her eyes panned over to matt, giving him a small smile before turning her attention back to you. “i see you and matt are finally getting along, that’s good for you guys.”

you nodded, cheeks reddening as you looked at him from the corner of your eye. your mom smiled wide, already beginning to turn away from the both of you.

“come on you two, i need your help with handing out food.” she spoke as she already began to walk towards the kitchen. you and matt both looked at one another, a smirk tugging on his lips as you began to walk. his hand came out and landed a firm smack to your ass.

“get goin’ baby. don’t keep your mom waiting.”

a/n : guys…is this too freaky?

[fckmebarnes]

˗ˏˋ ★ cold shower ★ ˎˊ˗

tfatws!bucky barnes x f!reader

you and bucky have finally moved after tackling the flagsmashers…he just looks a bit too delicious

+18 men and minors dni! shower sex! a bit of degrading, nipple play, p in v….uhh lmk if i missed anything

a/n — very old fic!

“I think that’s the last of it, Buck.” You huffed, setting down the last moving box into your apartment, looking over at Bucky who was ripping tape off of one of his moving boxes. He searched in it, looking for something in particular before grunting in frustration and closing the box.

“What are you even looking for?” You plopped down on the couch, fanning your face with your hand due to the summer heat outside. You had ac, but it worked so horribly, it felt like you didn’t even have the ac running.

“Just some paperwork for my therapist.” he sighed and sat down next to you, grabbing your leg and tossing it over his. He rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. He shook his head and threw it back on the couch, closing his eyes.

It was the first day you two had off after the events of Karli, and Sam becoming the new Captain America. It was a handful, you had to admit, but you were proud of your friend for taking on the shield like he was supposed to before Steve passed. Bucky, on the other hand, was stressed out. Sure, you knew he was proud of Sam as well, but you knew there was something else bothering him now that Same had the shield, but you knew he was working on it through therapy.

Your relationship with Bucky had escalated into him moving in with you, it had been a little over a year of you two dating, and you hated seeing Bucky sleeping on the floor any longer in his apartment. You somehow convinced him to move in with you, and here you are.

“I’m sure we will find it, love.” You patted his hand reassuringly and he looked over at you, sweat glistening on his skin, the sun peaking through the sheer peach curtains you had hanging up in your apartment. The sun caught his eyes the right way, the color piercing through yours.

“You’re so handsome, Buck.” You smiled at him, blush creeping up on his face as he looked away, shaking his head. He didn’t know how to take compliments, especially from you. He knew you meant every word that came out of your pretty mouth, but he will always have a hard time taking compliments.

“But I’m all sweaty, doll.” He chuckled looking back over at you, and you were still admiring him, even if he is all sweaty. He had his shirt off, showing his toned abdomen, sweat just sitting there in little beads. He wasn’t soaked in sweat, but you knew the hot air was getting to him as much as it was to you. You moved closer to him, both legs over his lap, cupping his cheek with your small hand and rubbing your thumb slowly over his bottom lip.

“Want to take a cold shower with me?” He gripped your thigh, trialing up your leg and resting it on your hip. He couldn’t say no to you, and it would be a waste of a day off if he wasn’t trying to get you unraveled underneath him in a cold shower. He tugged you fully on his lap, making you straddle him as he caught your lips with his, taking your wrists in his left hand and holding them behind your back as he brought his other hand up to hold your chin firmly, deepening the kiss. You felt the heat radiate off his skin at the kiss, his tongue swiping your lower lip, and you refused to try and see how far he would go just to taste your tongue.

“Bratty today, huh?” Moving his right hand to the nape of your neck and grabbing a fistful of hair, he pulled it hard, making you gasp at the touch, lips parting and his tongue meeting yours the second you gasped. He grunted in satisfaction, letting your hair and wrists go, and picked you up in one fluid motion, hands holding the bottoms of your thighs, your ankles wrapping around his waist as he walked you to the bathroom, lips still locked together.

He opened the door with his foot, not leaving your lips once. Setting you on the cool counter, you gasped at how cold it felt against your skin, his hands leaving your thighs and finding their way to your shorts. You took your sports bra off in one take, watching as he slowly pulled your shorts off, admiring how your body looked under the natural light from the skylight window in the bathroom.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Blushing, he walked to the shower and turned it on to a cool temperature, sliding his shorts and boxers off to reveal his already hardened state to you, as you slipped your panties off. He stepped in, hand out to you and you took it as he helped you into the shower, the cold water rolling off both of your shoulders, cooling you down instantly.

He pushed you up the tile wall, the making you gasp at the roughness as he grabbed your face and kissed you roughly.

"Jump, doll." His lips near your ear, biting on your earlobe as you jumped and he caught you within a blink of an eye. Hs hands found their way right back underneath your thighs, chest flush with yours, your hands tangled in his hair pulling at it as he kissed down your neck, nipping and licking as he made his way down to the center of your breasts.

You gasped as he brought his metal hand up to find your clit, rubbing in circles slowly, wanting to hear the moans come from your mouth that was only for his ears. He kept going at a slow pace, watching your face as it shifted back and forth from biting your lip at the touch to moaning softly.

"Such a pretty sight, from my pretty girl." He stopped abruptly, making you whine as he traced your jaw with his finger.

"I want you to come undone on my cock, love, not with my fingers." You blushed as you felt his length move from pressed on the inside of your thigh, to your entrance, playing with you a little bit, the cold water and your arousal mixing with his pre-cum.

"Buck, please.." Gasping as he played with you for a little while, grunting in satisfaction every time he teased you.

"Beg for it, babydoll." You slumped your shoulders knowing that this was payback for being a brat earlier, and he knew he'd make you chase your high for it.

"Buck, please, I need you.." You whined as he chuckled, thrusting into you without warning. He bottomed out in you, bringing your forehead to rest on his shoulder as he moved slowly, but bringing your head back up, hand wrapping around your throat chocking you enough to make the blood rush to your head, turning you on even more. You loved when he played dirty.

"Look at me while I fuck you senseless, I want to see you cum all over my cock, doll." He growled and moaned right after as he thrusted into you. You'd never be able to have sex with anyone else, Bucky is the only one to make you feel as good as you do while giving you multiple orgasms in the same round.

He got harder as he saw your lips curl into a smirk as he choked you, realizing how kinky you can actually be and so proud he finally got it out of you. He pulled out, hearing you whine as he set you to your feet and turned you around and your chest was up against the tile, ass sticking out towards him.

"Poor baby, can't even go one second without me dicking you down, huh?" Teasing you as he thrusted back into you, his left hand holding onto your shoulder as he pounded into you, right hand landing firm smacks against your ass emitting moans from you, music to his ears.

His hand slid down your back, leaving goosebumps raising on your skin, and finding your hips, grabbing roughly. The sound of both your moans filling up the bathroom, noticing the skylight window was opened and turning you on even more. The sound of skin on skin was sinful, the moans coming from Bucky as he kept fucking you hard. He grabbed a fistful of your hand and pulled you to his chest, your back arching, and another hand of his grabbing your breast, playing with your nipple.

He felt you tighten around him, latching onto your neck, he bite down and heard you moan. His hips thrusting into yours, watching your ass bounce after each thrust made his growl, pulling your hair even harder.

"Come on, doll. Cum for me like the needy slut you are." He bit on your neck, leaving marks and licking up your neck, as he felt you flutter around him, the tightened feeling bubbling up in your stomach, chasing your orgasm.

"I- I'm close, Buck.." He let go of your hand and wrapped his metal hand around your neck, choking you lightly but enough so you could breath. His praised and degrading words made you chase your high, releasing all over his cock deep inside you. You moaned in satisfaction as he came right after you.

"Good girl," he let go of your neck and pulled out, turning you around and bringing your lips to his, kissing you deep, sighing against your lips.

"God I love you, doll." You giggled as he kissed you up and down your neck, all over your face and pulled you to him as close as he could, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I love you, Buck." You kissed his chest and leaned into him, still under the cold water, feeling it cascade around you and feeling cooled off in this bubble.

You didn't waste a second of your day off together.

[hannahsturniolo]

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ

This is part 5!

Read all other parts HERE.

Summary: you and Matt find out the gender of your baby.

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Today was the day that you and Matt were finally going to find out the gender of your baby.

You had the ultrasound technician write down the gender on a piece of paper in an envelope and went to a cake shop with the envelope and asked them to make you a gender reveal cake.

You put on your white summer dress, curled your hair, and put on some makeup. While you were looking at your tiny bump in the mirror, admiring the baby in your belly, taking in these last moments not knowing what the baby was, Matt came up behind you, hugging you from behind.

“Are you excited baby?” He said placing kisses on your neck.

“I’m so excited, yet so nervous. I’m so anxious, I can’t wait to find out.” You said smiling from ear to ear.

You and Matt loaded up the car with a picnic blanket, tripod so you can record, 2 wine glasses and the cake.

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You got to the park. You pulled into the parking lot.

“Oh my gosh… we’re going to find out really soon, I’m so anxious” you said giggling.

You set up the blanket underneath a tree, set up the tripod, and put the cake on the blanket with the 2 wine glasses.

You both positioned yourself beside the cake, you each holding a glass.

“I’m your mom, and I think”

You paused looking at Matt with tears in your eyes. He put his hand on your thigh for comfort and rubbed circles.

“I think you’re a baby girl”

You wiped away the tears, very emotional thinking you’re going to find out any minute what you’re having.

“I’m your dad, and I think you’re also a baby girl.”

Matt said still having a hand on your thigh, smiling from ear to ear.

Matt was looking at you with so much love.

“No matter who you are baby, we’re going to love you so so much”

Matt said with a crack in his voice, also trying not to cry.

“You’re so loved already”

You said to the camera.

Matt kept his eyes on you the whole time, smiling so big.

You both grabbed your wine glasses and put them on top of the cake.

“Okay baby, we’re going to push down on the count of 3, but we’re not gonna look just yet, we’ll look at the same time” Matt said rubbing his hand on your back, trying to calm your nerves.

“1……2…….3” matt counted to 3.

You both pressed your wine glasses into the cake. The 2 of you just staring at each other.

You started crying and couldn’t stop.

“It’s okay baby” Matt smiled at you.

“Okay on the count of 3 we’re going to look” Matt said tears flowing.

“1…..2…..3” you both said in sync.

You looked at the glasses. The cake was pink.

Matt’s jaw dropped open.

“OH MY GOD” you yelled, smiling ear to ear, sobbing, putting your hands over your mouth in shock. “We were right Matt!”

Matt pulled you in for a giant hug placing the wine glasses down.

“We’re having a baby girl!!!!” Matt said also sobbing. “My baby girl”

You just sat there hugging each other tight, sobbing.

You finally pulled away from each other staring at the glasses in awe.

“I can’t believe we’re having a mini you” Matt said sparkles in his eyes.

“This is insane” you said in between sobs, barely able to talk or compose yourself.

You turned to the camera, both of you walking up to the tripod.

“We’re having a girl” you said with a happy pout face.

Matt pulled you in for a kiss. A gentle light kiss, continuing to hug you, and would not let go.

He reaches down and rubs your belly, and gets eye level to your belly.

“I can’t wait to meet you baby girl. You’re so lucky you have your mom as your momma”

You started to sob even more, rubbing the tears from your eyes, reaching down and placing a hand on your tiny belly.

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[marimayscarlett]

The untitled album turns 6 today 🎶💿

On this day in 2019, Rammstein released their seventh studio album. What was significant and different compared to previous albums was that this one had no written title on the cover—just an image of a matchstick. As a result, it came to be known as the “untitled” or “matchstick” album.

Richard's recurring statement in past interviews that no new album was planned is widely known. After the LIFAD tour ended in 2013, the band took a year off, and after one more meeting, another year. The general consensus was that they didn’t want to pressure themselves or each other, since the working phase for the LIFAD album had been very exhausting in terms of group dynamics. In an interview in 2015, Till revealed that the band would be meeting in September 2015 for a casual, creative gathering. In October 2015, this photo was published on the official website, showing the band improvising in Schneider’s studio:

It was decided that the band would work between the festival tours of 2016 and 2017, and that rest periods should be respected. Richard worked on his demos together with Till; the final results were presented to the rest of the band during their meetings and discussed.

As the first result of that creative period, the song 'Ramm4' was introduced during the 2016 tour. Flake commented: “We wanted to show the world that we are still together and that we are creating new music.” To this day, the song hasn’t been officially released, although it was used again as the opening song on last year’s tour.

At the end of 2016, work resumed. In March 2017, Richard mentioned in this interview for the Rammstein in Paris film that at that point, 35 almost-finished songs existed, and that the wait would be worth it. Over the course of the year, these drafts were reduced to 28. Sky van Hoff also mentioned that same year that he would be working with Rammstein. Work on the compositions continued until spring 2018, apparently under a rule of four working days per week (Monday through Thursday). The song “Deutschland” in particular weighed heavily on the band - the lyrics prompted them to repeatedly look back on their own past and exchange their views:“Everyone of us expressed his opinion in detail. All of us talked about our experiences and feelings with respect to Deutschland. Some of us even told stories about themselves that I never heard before.” (Deutschland Photobook)

Recording took place in spring 2018 at La Fabrique Studios near Nîmes in southern France, with recordings made for a total of 16 songs.

Jacob Hellner was no longer involved, his role was taken over by Olsen Involtini. In late summer 2018, the orchestral and choir parts were recorded in Minsk. In December of the same year, 11 of the 16 songs were mixed by Rich Costey, Olsen Involtini, and Richard in Santa Monica, California.

As a teaser for the album, a tracklist with placeholders for letters and durations was released in 2019, hinting at the song titles:

DEUTSCHLAND – 05:26

+ADI+ – 03:00

++++ DICH – 03:00

A+S+Ä+D+R – 03:00

++X – 03:00

P+PP+ – 03:00

+AS +CH ++E++ – 03:00

+IA+AN+ – 03:00

WE++ WE+ – 03:00

+A++OO – 03:00

+ALL++ANN – 03:00

Audio snippets, each featuring a short instrumental segment from one of the songs, gave further clues to the tracks.

Starting on the album’s release day, a large truck toured various cities in Germany, Poland, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Austria. At each stop, visitors were given a special code they could use to win 2x2 tickets to the sold-out shows of the 2019 Europe Stadium Tour.

The album itself was visually dominated by the colors white and white. A making of video was released showing the photo shoot, which featured photographer Jes Larsen working with the band.

More little facts:

If you ordered the album in Germany from Saturn or MediaMarkt, you received a free promotional T-shirt, which has still never been officially released. Another special promotion took place in Long Beach, California: if you bought the album at the store Fingerprints Music, you had the chance to receive a free Rammstein logo tattoo.

The song “Deutschland” triggered a wave of outrage in Germany, as it was frequently misinterpreted and the music video was considered offensiven - particularly due to its references to the Holocaust.

The music video for “Radio” was projected onto a building wall in Berlin-Mitte on April 25, 2019, at 8:55 p.m., shortly before the album’s release. About 1000 fans attened the presentation:

Olsen Involtini also took on the role of mediator during the creative process. Richard reported the following: “Because of his presence, the energy between Paul and I changed dramatically. I don’t know why. It’s almost like couples therapy. It’s not about going there and getting advice from a therapist. It’s more about if you go to a therapist and you’re sitting in front of another person, you’re listening to what the other person is saying, and while they’re saying something, you’re thinking of strategies on how to fight against it. So, all of a sudden, I was listening to what he was saying and he was listening to what I was going to say. Individually, we are very, very different. Black and white. If he says ‘Yes,’ I say ‘No.’ It’s always the same story. But somehow we need that for the Rammstein universe.” (Revolver)

Sources: rammsteinworld rammwiki affenknecht discogs dw.com kerrang

[burningcheese-merchant]

I just realized that I accidentally gave away what I look like sort of

YES I look like a nerd. YES I wear nerd glasses. YES I have long, wavy hair. NO I will not apologize for such. THANK YOU and GOODNIGHT

[werewolf-artfriend]

a lil speedpaint for the summer solstice! time: ~1 hr 30 mins :)

[flyingspicerack]

Happy First Day of Summer from The King of Summer! Summer Kamen!!

[alagaisia]

I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal

I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).

All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security

And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.

[junk-culture]

👍

[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[satturn]

feeling very unwell forever

[chiropteracupola]

animorphs! one minute it'll make me cry and the next we're back to goofin' it.

[naptimeclown]

I think I've been possessed by a gnome

[bare1ythere]

eepy

[naciapiracia]

its the last day of school for me and im sick lol

[nomaishuttle]

ok took a GET SCARED break time to go back 2 physics the library closes in an hour and a half..