Thank You For Tagging Me @hanramm156! 🖤

Til that I live in the same town like Thorin the Icelandic horse who's a picky eater and whose person/mom/dad drew this durinblue heart on his plate 💙 I'm not crying, you are crying!

Oh yes! 🖤

Just some of the best Rammstein interviews collected together for my personal ease don't mind me

Sidenote they did Richard so dirty with that thumbnail

Thank you @msgwendolenfairfax for the tag! 🖤

"Twins" (got a little personal here) 🖤

I tag @hanhan156 if you want to do this.

picrew tag game!

I was tagged by @spreadthecurse to do this cute picrew!

just a cat and an otter living the perfect life together on the outskirts of a forest ✨

I tag @doktortill @chloeamanda @thislovelyoptimist @happygirl327 @helterkelter @naraism @chachamaru-chan @till-hammer @thetimecrystal @nyarisu if they want to do this!

Ich komme in dein Boot 😉

reblog this for a picture of rammstein in your messages

Sweet lord this is simply perfect! Thanks @ukulelette for this gif and thank you captainslow for the work! 🖤

It evokes another surge of desperation in him, so Paul clings to his lover, wanting to crawl inside of him and dissolve in there, accommodate himself in the familiar heat of Richard’s body. In the dusky room, on the bed which has seen better days, he allows Richard to slowly undo him bit by bit -

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i know it’s been years but there is still absolutely no heterosexual explanation for the acorn scene

Thank you so much Razzy! This is so beautiful! 💙

↳ NOW ON AO3!

Thank you so much for sending me this beautiful prompt, @dinchenrockt​, I had such a fun time with it!! Also, thank you so much for your continued support, it is very much appreciated!!

So he went to Dwalin–a dwarf whose craft was bloodier than most, but Bilbo wasn’t sure who he could go to with such a request on his hands, and even if those hands of his shook something fierce, he would not be deterred from his course of action. Not this time. Items were fine and dandy, like stitched handkerchiefs and engraved wooden trinkets, but what he was asking for was something he would never lose.

“Dwalin?” Bilbo poked his head into the training arena, watching the burly dwarf smack at a dummy with one of his fists, a new (and better) set of knuckle-dusters coating his hands that were far more intimidating than the last. Bilbo didn’t squirm, even as Dwalin’s gaze settled on him. This was a friend and one that Bilbo felt comfortable with–much like family. “Might I trouble you in…helping me with something?”

“Aye.”

It was a simple and straightforward response, and for a moment Bilbo wished Dwalin had been wordier. “Yes, um, well…I was wondering if you might be able to help me secure…one of those…” Bilbo pointed a jittery hand towards Dwalin’s hands, not thinking to be a bit more specific.

The laugh that escaped Dwalin though was one of those sounds that Bilbo should have been delighted to hear. A belly laugh straight from the gut and echoing within the stone room they were currently conversing in. “A pair of these?” Dwalin held up his fists, clenching them tightly as if he were about to throw out a few jabs.

“What–no! Not those! Goodness knows I don’t plan on throwing hands anytime soon!” Bilbo fussed rather quickly, not even wanting to imagine him attacking anything with his bare hands as the burly dwarf might do.

🖤 When you can't buy an official Rammstein bag you have to improvise 🖤