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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 10 months

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Du Lernst Nie - Sebastian Vettel

"Y/N, look, it really isn't that hard. You just need to put a bit of effort in," Sebastian sighed, trying to get you to listen to the fragments of German he was teaching you. "But you can speak for me. I can do the basics. Hallo und danke. Glücklich?" you smirked.

During the Summer break, you and Seb were taking a week long trip to Germany and were going to travel around Cologne and Munich, before going home to Switzerland.

"See, you do know it," he rolled his eyes, frustrated at your stubbornness. "The locals will be happier if you try," he tried to persuade, the flash cards he made were discarded to the side as he was ready to freestyle.

"OK, how would you order something at a cafe?" Seb prompted, looking at you intently.

"What am I ordering?"

"Two bread rolls and a cup of tea," he told you, wondering if you were actually listening to what he had said no more than five minutes ago. "Ich..." you started. Seb internally groaned - he had gotten nowhere.

"Hä-" he started, your brain finally finding the word.

"Ich hätte gerne ein Tasse Tee und zwei Brötchen, bitte," you smugly asked him, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "Sehr gut," he praised, smiling. It wasn't a matter of if you could do it, it was a matter of whether you would do it.

"Entschuldigung, wo ist die Bibliotheke?" he asked, putting on a voice and pretending to be a frail old lady who couldn't find her way around. "Die Bibliothek ist in der Nähe, gar nicht so weit weg von hier," you said.

Seb's eyes widened in surprise. "Links oder rechts?" he asked, snapping back into character for a moment. "Links,"

"Danke,"

"Kein Problem," you smiled at the 'old lady'. The only reason you had actually spoken to German with him was because you didn't feel like getting grilled by Professor Seb anymore. "I did not teach you that," he said, impressed.

"I have taken my German learning into my own hands, since you have told me how to order a coffee more times than I can count,"

Seb smirked. If you thought you were so clever, he'd test you a bit, "Ich würde sagen, bin ich beeindruckt, aber du bist ein furchtbar Studente wer zuhört nicht," he said, way quicker than he normally would.

"Erm. Es tut mir leid, ich verstehe das nicht," you sheepishly said, already feeling a blush of embarrassment creep up onto your cheeks. "Oh, es tut mir leid, ist das zu schwierig für Sie?" he said. You understood that, and you felt like he was almost mocking you.

"Ja, ein bisschen," you responded, hoping that because it was in German, he'd be bit nicer to you. "Ich denke, wir haben gelernt, dass ich besser bin als das, womit du gelernt hast."

Now he was just getting cocky. "Okay, I get it. You've proven your point. I will listen to Professor Seb," you rolled your eyes, annoyed to have to give into him.

"I like the sound of that," he smirked, winking at you suggestively. You wouldn't lie, you liked the sound of what he was implying as well, but now it was time to learn. "Shut up," you scoffed, trying to hide your smile.

"What I don't understand, is that every time I try to get you to learn, you get all full of yourself,"

"Yeah, because my German is good,"

"But not as good as you think it is. You never learn," he shook his head, watching as you zoned out and stopped listening to his telling off. "I prefer the sound of listening to Professor Seb," you pouted, and you could see his jaw twitch.

"Let's see what Professor Seb has in store today, shall we?" he said, standing and swiping the papers off the table. "Auf dem Tisch," he commanded, and now, you were all for listening.

A/N - This is just a little something for you guys while I finish writing part 3 to 'Baby Fever'! Also, that picture of Cologne Cathedral in the header is so pretty, and I am so happy to be able to say I've been there. Lmk if the German isn't 100%, I did it myself and my German is quite rocky <3

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rosedominatesyou · 9 months

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Bedtime Stories w/ Rose

ੈ✩‧˚ Turkish Coffee ‧˚ੈ✩

(Bedtime Story #3)

Good evening my pretty puppies. I’ve got another interesting tale for you. You all voted pretty heavily for this one, probably thinking you’ll hear about me in a little maid outfit ;3 Remember to keep this story in your likes until you are all cozy and ready for bed.

Before reading: Everything I’m about to say is real and actually happened. I’ve withheld things like certain locations and last names to be respectful to the people in the story.

This time in my life I’m about to describe 100% shaped me as a person. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it didn’t all happen. I kept an extensive journal the whole time and have written hundreds of pages already about my experience, hoping that one day I might publish my story. Though there’s so much I could say, I will try to summarize it within a 20 minute read.

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

Please look up the song, “So Wie Du Bist” by MoTrip. A song I heard on the radio while on public transit in Germany, its title translates into, “Just The Way You Are.”

I went through a pretty intense existential crisis my senior year of high school. Everything felt so bleak. I felt like nothing really mattered anymore.

My whole life, my parents were preparing me for college. One day at the dinner table in grade 12, I asked them if they would help me send in some applications. They laughed at me, and told me there was no way they could afford to send me to a university. I felt like they had lied to me my whole upbringing. What was the point of all the pressure if I wasn’t going to be anything anyway? How could they laugh like that?

My sister had just gotten back from an au pairship in Germany that was organized through a family friend, and during this same dinner conversation, my parents asked me if I was interested in doing that as well.

With no real goals anymore and spending my days sitting on the couch talking to my online friends on Xbox Live, I said fuck it, why not? I signed the paperwork and I would be sent out at the end of July. I didn’t know any German, but I was told that the point of being an au pair was to do a cultural exchange, where they’d teach me German and I’d expose them to regular English.

The contract I signed laid out two distinct parts of my job: to help the two children I’d be living with with their homework, and to be a live-in maid for the household. The plan for my days was always the same: get up at 8am and do any housework that the mom, Mrs. K, assigned to me, and then be ready to tutor the kids once they got home from school.

Things don’t ever turn out like we expect. We have all these ideas and hopes for how it’ll be, but we never really know. We can only guess and wait and see.

The family I was living with wasn’t German, they were a Turkish family and exclusively spoke their own language in their household. One of the first Turkish words I learned was “Anne”, meaning ‘Mom’. The second was “Yok”, which means ‘No’. The blue Turkish ‘Evil Eye’ will always make me think of them, as it was very important to their culture and had to be able to be seen no matter where you were in the house; they were everywhere, above every door frame, and in every room.

Mr. K was a dentist, and their family lived a very well-off life because of it. They owned two Porsche’s and their home was gorgeously modern: 4-stories tall with one level being a fully furnished basement. The color pallet of the home was white, with the outside being red brick. The walls on the ground floor that made up the kitchen and living room were essentially just massive windows, floor to ceiling all around the house, with huge zombie-esk shields that could be raised to cover the windows at night.

I was their little American trophy, and they loved to bring me to their friend’s homes for dinner to show me off. “Say word!” they’d encourage me.

The children I took care of were the most monstrous spoiled little brats I had ever met. The girl (I’ll call her D) was 12 years old at the time, and the boy (I’ll call him C) was 14. Two very hormonal ages for a kid and they had to suddenly spend half of their time at home with me. Originally, they were very insecure about their English, but they were both actually pretty smart, and could speak it very well. Our homework time was called ‘learning’ and they would always fight with eachother over who would have to go first.

The girl would throw tantrums regularly. If she didn’t get exactly what she wanted, she’d start stomping her feet and screaming her head off. One time when we went into town, she wanted to buy an umbrella from the store, and her mom said no. “Yok!” She was on the floor, kicking and screaming in front of everyone about how she never gets what she wants.

She was such a silly girl with me sometimes though, always wanting to laugh and poke-fun instead of learning. We’d be trying to do her vocabulary and she’d be asking me all sorts of things that had nothing to do with school.

“She messes with me by asking me random questions that throw me off. We spent the last 10 minutes laughing about how her cardigan made her look like a bat when she spread her arms out.”

The boy was devilishly smart, but his parents expected too much of him which caused him to slink away a lot. He would say some pretty racist things to me at times, things that would make me use google translate to try to show him how horrible his words were. He was well aware. The boy also had a silly side though, and would get so distracted during our learning time with questions just like his sister. They hated it when I said that they were very alike.

“C spent the first 8 minutes very eager to kill the fly stuck in the room. Once I got him to finally sit down, I had to stop teaching every six words because C wanted to talk to me about Destiny.”

My room was basically an apartment, located in “level 0” as I called it in my journal in the basement of the house. It had its own entranceway to outside, as well as my own kitchen and bathroom. It was pretty cool, and things were going really well until about a month into my stay.

The family planed a trip for all of us to go to the nearby city of Köln, or better known to most with the French spelling as Cologne. The Köln Dom is a very famous cathedral in the city, and we climbed all the way to the top to see the view, spending the day walking around and eating local food. It was wundershön. Towards the end of the day, when we were at a restaurant having dinner, one of the daughters of the family friends we knew invited me out to a night club later that evening.

I asked Mr. and Mrs. K if I could go, and much to my surprise, they said yes.

It was close to 9pm when N and her brother came and picked me up. We went to one of their friend’s house first to pregame. We sipped mixed drinks while we watched some of them play FIFA. It made me feel so cool. I was only 18, but the drinking laws were much different in Germany than they were in the states, so even though I wouldn’t be able to legally drink for another 3 years back home, I was of age here.

The club was exactly what I hoped from the underground German-club scene. The U I think it was called, we all piled together in an elevator that was crammed full of 30+ people that took us to the top of a skyscraper. The bouncer gave me the craziest look when I showed him my California ID. One of the boys we were there with snuck in a whole bottle of vodka that we all took turns drinking from as we danced. It was my first time in a club, and also the first time a random stranger started grinding on me.

Things were going great, until they weren’t. No one knew they needed to take care of me. I didn’t know either until my legs stopped working. I had never had that much freedom to drink alcohol in public, but the laws in Germany start at age 14 for supervised drinking, so all of them assumed I had been used to alcohol for years. We were leaving when my legs gave out. I don’t remember much after that. We were suddenly in the car and N was handing me a water bottle. Then they were telling me I was home, and to get out. They asked me if I was going to be okay, and I confidently waved at them and wished them goodnight.

I woke myself up by vomiting everywhere in bed. There was no time to run to the bathroom, it just happened before my eyes were open.

One of the rules in the house was no closed doors. The kids had to leave their’s open at all times (which made me really sad for their developmental needs), but that also went for me as well. I shut my door and went upstairs to have breakfast with the family. I forgot and started working on my cleaning duties when D came running up to me, saying that Anne was very upset. She saw my door closed and went in to check, seeing the throw up on the sheets.

This moment unfortunately changed everything. I was a good girl. I worked very hard. I never wanted to do a better job in my life. But now I was labeled as irresponsible, and lost my privileges to sleep in the apartment room. They made space for me at the other side of the basement, in a cold, windowless room that didn’t have any furniture, just boxes and the kids old toys meant for storage.

“It’s a strange feeling to wake up reaching for your stuffed animal and to remember that you’re not home. It’s even stranger when it’s in a bed that’s not even a bed. One that I woke up in this morning, sprawled out across two couches in the abandoned toy room of my host family’s basement.”

The days got bleaker from there. I had to keep track of any work that I did, writing down the exact amount of minutes in a calendar to make sure I did enough work. Some days, Mrs. K wouldn’t give me anything to do, and I would be standing there in front of her begging to assign me a task. She’d wave her hands and go back to watching her soaps, leaving me to just go sit somewhere and wait. There were days I only did 2 hours of work, when I had to get 6 done each day. It started to become a real burden to me. They would make me write down the hours I didn’t complete, even on days that they blatantly told me that they didn’t have anything.

The negative hours were adding up. At the end of it all, I had 14.3 hours they expected me to somehow fulfill. There were days where I worked 10 hours of just cleaning trying to make up the time.

“What am I supposed to do? How is that fair? How can they tell me that when I’m standing there asking for work and they say no? I’m more stressed out than I have ever been. I hope this is one of those things where if you face the storm and just keep moving then everything will clear and it’ll be okay.”

However terrible I felt, I did start to get used to our routine. Once the kids were done with their homework, it was my free time, and I eventually started taking the spare house key and announcing I was headed out. I knew they couldn’t stop me. I would walk around the neighborhood until it started to get too dark and I’d sluggishly take myself back home.

A river went through their backyard, and on the other side was a large city-owned cemetery. I would walk about 15 minutes down the road to the entrance, always making my way to a specific bench that faced one of the gravestones. I loved talking to her. It felt good to say so many things in English. People would see me and I just hoped they assumed I was grieving; they always let me be, which I truly appreciated so much.

The last straw was sometime in November. The plan was that I was supposed to be there through Christmas, and I had already experienced an Oktoberfest which was really very exciting, but I ended up filing for breach of contract and leaving early.

Their house was always under construction. There were workmen there doing something every single day, hammering or drilling or doing some kind of panelling. They didn’t like when they accidentally hired German workers - Mr. K only wanted them to be Turkish. A German boy named Ray struck up a conversation with me one day he was there doing landscaping at the house, but he was never invited back. I had dreams about running away with him, having him save me from the life I was living.

I was sitting in the kitchen one morning when Mrs. K pointed at the backyard for me to look. A dump truck was coming into their large yard and unloading dozens of uncut logs. I watched them for a moment and then asked, “Workers?” Mrs. K looked frustrated and said, “No workers. You!”

I wasn’t as strong as I am now, but even still, it was too much work for a single person to do. Winter was coming, and it snowed heavily in Germany so the family needed lots of firewood for the next several months. She had me hauling and stacking the logs in the shed behind the house all by hand. I wasn’t even halfway through the mountain of wood before I started to feel dizzy, my vision was fading and I was afraid that i’d pass out on top of the pile if I didn’t go inside.

I made the mistake of calling my mom. She freaked out, and when I woke up from my exhaustion nap, the damage was done. She called everyone involved, and had already bought me a plane ticket home. There was no changing it now.

D used to text me constantly after I got home, sending me videos of herself asking me over and over again, “When are you coming back?”

There’s so many things I regret about what happened in Germany. So many things I wish I could have handled differently. But there’s also so many amazing things that I was so happy to go see and do.

I loved Mrs. K’s cooking. I would do a little dance everytime we sat down to eat and it would make her smile so much. No one ever said thank you to her, so I always made sure to thank her for the meals she made. Her authentic Turkish cooking was to die for. Lamb and rice with dill and her brown lentil soup were my favorite.

I earned 1 vacation day every month I was there, so I eventually was able to save up 3 vacation days, and also used my 1 day off during a specific week to take a bus to London. It drove all through the night and then got on the ferry to cross the English Channel.

The whole experience living with this family made me very good at understanding people without English. It was incredibly difficult at first, of course, but I work with a lot of vendors at my current job where English is not their first language, and no matter what they speak, I will not have a hard time talking to them.

Even when things were rough between me and the K’s, we all still had lots of good moments. Just like any family. I know that they think about me just as much as I think about them.

“It’s amazing to not speak the same language, but still be able to understand a person’s emotions and body language. It really shows how we are all the same species, and all humans are very much the same. All of our laughs say the same thing too, and I think that’s really beautiful.” That’s the end of our story my sweet angels. I know it probably wasn’t what you were expecting, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Mommy got very good at cleaning windows because of these days in her life. Thank you again for reading, and I hope to hear what you think. ❤️

Sleep well babies xoxo

~'*•.¸♡¸.•*'.・。゜✭・.・✫・。.'*•.¸♡¸.•*'~

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qrmenu · 3 months

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calliettes-posts · 6 months

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Kieutou or Anobbie? And why?

100% Kieutou, and that has nothing to do with anobbie right now, watching Fatous season live was such a surreal experience, seeing her and Kieu My, and Ava primarily changed my brain chemistry forever

The symbolism of q2 is unmatched till this day, I love how the writers made them opposites at first glance, but then you could see how much they complemented eachother, I lived for all the astrology, warmest person and ice queen comparison, axolotl and tortoise comparison

Even though they didn't communicate much, I loved their development, and how they tried to get to know eachother better

The way Kieu My climbed a roof (!!!!!) for Fatou, ill never forget that

Generally Kieu My trying to help Fatou to become better in school and encouraging her, and ensuring her that she isn't stupid, and Fatou ensuring Kieu My that she's good enough as she is

Sonntag, 13:28 and Mittwoch, 18:31 are unmatched and can't be touched till this day

Like how do you top "Kieu My, du bist so schön. Ich hab mir ne Liste gemacht an Dingen die so schön an dir sind. Wie du zum beispiel deine Ohren hinter deinen Haaren versteckst, wie eng du mit deiner Familie bist, und wie du so krass gut mit Horrorfilmen bist. Aber am meisten lieb ich es wenn du lachst. Weil dann seh ich dich. Und wie viel liebe in dir ist"????

I loved how both of them talked about their experiences of being part of immigrant families and their struggles to connect, that's something I could relate to too well lol

Generally Fatou as a main in a German show is reason why q2 is superior

Also Kieu My trying to mend bridges with Ava, and recognising her part in the bullying and apologising for it, not only because Ava is important to Fatou, but because she genuinely tries to be a better person

And how Kieu My just wanted to be seen, and Fatou just did that

Now I miss them lol

#druck #wtfock #fatou jallow #kieutou #kieu my vu #anobbie #ask

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superkulup · 11 months

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Açılışta BIST 100 endeksi, önceki kapanışa göre 77,25 puan artışla ve yüzde 1,25 değer kazanarak 6.264,34 puana çıktı. Bankacılık endeksi yüzde 1,39 ve holding endeksi yüzde 1,13 artış kaydetti. Tüm sektör endeksleri yükselirken, en çok kazandıran yüzde 3,44 ile menkul kıymet, yatırım ortaklığı oldu. Cuma günü yükseliş eğilimini üst üste 3. işlem gününe taşıyan BIST 100 endeksi, yüzde 0,75 değer…

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xdeaktiviertxuninteressantx · 10 months

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Ich weiss nicht, ob du diesen Text jemals lesen wirst. Ich möchte, aber dennoch gerne noch ein paar letzte Worte loswerden, bevor ich anfange, mit dir abzuschließen oder besser gesagt, bevor ich dich frei gebe.

Ich weiß, dass ich kein einfacher Mensch bin und das ich viele Fehler getan habe. Ich kann aber mit 100 % Ehrlichkeit sagen, ich bin dir nie fremdgegangen. Ich habe nie darüber auch nur ansatzweise nachgedacht. Ich habe meine Zukunft mit dir geplant und das nicht, weil ich dich von mir abhängig machen wollte oder weil ich dich manipulieren wollte, sondern weil ich all die Dinge wirklich mit dir erleben wollte. Ich wollte mein Leben mit dir teilen. Ich habe alles für dich getan und hätte auch weiterhin alles für dich getan. Ich habe dir immer Glauben geschenkt, sogar als die Situation eindeutig war das du mich anlügst. Ich hätte dir all die schlimmen Dinge, die du mir angetan hast, ein letztes Mal verziehen, nur um mit dir sein zu dürfen. Leider ist es nicht zu einem Neuanfang zwischen uns gekommem, da du mal wieder anderen Leuten mehr Glauben schenkst, als der Person die du liebst. Es verletzt mich sehr, dass du lieber irgendwelchen Leuten glaubst und nicht mir. Ebenfalls verletzt es mich, dass ich gestern am Telefon es so einfach hinnehmen musste, dass du dich mit dem Typen wieder triffst, mit dem du was hast oder hattest. Ich war so verletzt als du mir das sagtest, dass ich am liebsten alles weggeworfen hätte, meine Welt brach zusammen. Ich bekomme paar Stunden später eine Nachricht von dir, wo mir wieder etwas unterstellt wird und dann war ich blockiert. Wie kann man den Menschen, den man so sehr liebt, wie du es sagst, einfach so blockieren? Wie kannst du einfach so auf mich scheißen? Ich hätte es niemals übers Herz bringen können, aber daran sieht man mal, wie unterschiedlich man reagiert. Mit dir zusammen zu kommen, war die beste Entscheidung meines Lebens und ich werde sie nie bereuen.

Das wir uns damals kennen gelernt haben, dass war kein Zufall, Gott wollte es so. Ich habe gehofft, dass du dich heute bei mir meldest, wenn du dich abreagiert hast, ich habe den ganzen Tag auf eine Nachricht von dir gewartet. Ich dachte, du schreibst mir das du mir glaubst und das du morgen oder so nachhause kommst, aber ich denke dadurch das du dich nicht gemeldet hast, hast du kein Interesse mehr daran, mit mir zu sein und das mit mir zu schaffen. Ich wünsche dir alles Gute. Ich hoffe, du findest jemanden, der dich so liebt wie du denkst, es verdient zu haben und dass du jemanden findest, der mit dir klarkommt und sich an Absprachen hält. Vielleicht lernst du ja gerade diesen jemanden kennen, diesen jemanden, der mit dir Kinder in die Welt setzen kann, der dir die Welt zu Füßen legt und dich wunschlos glücklich macht, schließlich merkt man, dass du gerne mit ihm schreibst und gerne mit ihm bist. Komplimente kann er dir auch machen und wer weiß, vielleicht kannst du seine Komplimente wenigstens ernst und auch annehmen. Ich wusste am Anfang nie, ob es von dir echte Liebe war, aber eins kann ich dir sagen, den Schmerz den ich spüre, wenn ich nicht mit dir bin, der ist echt. Am Ende habe ich gemerkt, dass du mich liebst, weil du immer wieder mehr Emotionen zeigen konntest. Egal was du dir erlaubt hast, ich habe immer um uns geschweige denn um dich gekämpft, aber wann kam mal was von dir? Die letzten paar male wolltest du mit mir reden hon dir aus, da bist du mir entgegen gekommen, aber sobald jemand irgendwas in die Welt setzt, kannst du auf mich scheißen und mich direkt blockieren. Ich finde es so unendlich traurig. Gestern musste ich erleben, wie du mich einfach aufgibst. Ich habe so sehr geweint, ich war solange wach, bis ich irgendwann einschlief, weil ich so weinte. Ich hab die Welt nicht verstanden. Ich kann es nicht oft genug, aber ich war so enttäuscht.

Als ich dich kennenlernte, war ich krank und hatte Angst mich auf was Neues einzulassen. Und dennoch habe ich es getan, denn du warst meine Medizin. Du hast mich geheilt. Jeder will immer diesen einen Partner, der die Sonne für einen ist, ich wollte immer nur das du mein Mond bist, der mir in den dunkelsten Zeiten meine Welt erhellt. Ich dachte, dass wir uns in ein paar Tagen vertragen und du wieder nachhause kommst, aber diesmal war’s das wirklich, ich spüre es. Ich wünschte, dass mein Gefühl mich diesmal täuschen würde und wir es doch schaffen. Wenn du das Meer wärst, hätte ich keine Angst mehr zu ertrinken, mein Herz. Die einzige Person, die ich die ganzen Monate wollte, warst du. Wir werden wohl bald nur noch zwei Menschen sein, mit Erinnerungen, zwei Menschen die sich mal kannten. Zwei Menschen, die sich mal liebten. Ich werde dich noch eine Weile lieben. Du bist nicht nur irgendeine Liebe, du bist mein Leben. Vielleicht bin ich nicht der richtige für dich, vielleicht bin ich der falsche für dich. Ich habe mir gewünscht, dass du es zulässt, dass ich deinen Schmerz heilen kann. Unsere Träume wahr werden und nicht einfach verfallen. Wir beide sind unsere eigene kleine Familie gewesen. Rennst du weg vor deiner Angst oder hast du Angst, weil du wegrennst?

Ich möchte dir nicht weiter weh tun, ich will dich glücklich sehen und wenn du nicht glücklich mit mir sein kann, dann gebe ich dich frei, damit du endlich deine Frieden finden kannst. Es bricht mir das Herz. Ich weiß, dir wird es bald besser gehen, du wirst bald bei einem Menschen ankommen. Eigentich ist es egal, wer Schuld war und ob wir die Richtigen füreinander waren oder wieso wir uns die Herzen brechen. Auch die besten Menschen brechen ihre Versprechen.

Ich respektiere deine Entscheidung, auch wenn es mir das Herz bricht. Ich werde dir nicht hinterher rennen, wenn es dich glücklich macht, das ich dich alleine lasse, werde ich das auf jeden fall tun. Es tut weh, aber ich wünsche dir nichts anderes als das du glücklich wirst.

Ich wünschte, wir hätten es geschafft.

Ich liebe dich und werde dich immer lieben, in Liebe dein Ex.

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meinspiegelich · 2 months

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Wenn Sie etwas von dir brauchen, schreiben Sie dir 100 Nachrichten.

Eben so lange, bis du auch wirklich reagierst.

Du bist immer für sie da, hilfst ihnen und tust alles was du kannst.

Sobald du aber nur einmal etwas von ihnen brauchst, oder auch einfach nur eine normale Unterhaltung mit ihnen führen willst, melden sie sich tagelang nicht.

Halt so lange, bis sie wieder etwas von dir brauchen.

Du merkst du bist nicht gut genug für sie, um normale Gespräche zu führen, oder bist nicht würdig genug für ein einfaches "wie geht es dir?" aber...

...geht es um ihr Wohl, ihren Willen oder ihre Sorgen, bist du immer die erste Anlaufstelle.

Und meldest du dich einmal nicht sofort, dann sind sie sofort wütend auf dich und werfen dir vor, du wärst nie für sie da und würdest ihnen nie helfen.

#gedanken #nachdenken #leider wahr #wahre worte #verletzt #falsche freunde #falsche menschen

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polaroidcats · 7 months

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So. Sirius and German (Austrian?) punkrock and antifascist music. I'm thinking about die Ärzte here. Do you see my vision? Thoughts?

YES OKAY I AM SO HERE FOR THIS!!!!

first of all is Sirius german/austrian in this scenario, does he speak german or does he just think it sounds cool and punkrock? Because I am obsessed with him not understanding a word and just going for the vibes, that's hilarious. But I also think he'd deeply love some of the lyrics if he understood them.

May I propose a playlist, and please add to it if you want:

Schrei nach Liebe is such a Sirius song! All the anger? All the feelings? Screaming "Arschloch" at the top of your lungs and moving into air guitar the next second? I rest my case!

Junge is just a song about Regulus Black, you can't change my mind on this (I've had this opinion for 0.5 seconds but I am CONVINCED now). Like at first you might think it's about Sirius because that's the obvious choice and it fits him even better than it fits Regulus, I know. But think about it being from Sirius POV about Regulus??! galaxy brain idea, i'm telling you!! anyways so Sirius loves the song and can relate, in either way.

IF Sirius understands German, he would 100% be the kind of person who drunkenly sings their heart out to Linksradikaler Schlager by Swiss & die Andern. You can hate Schlager all you want, but linksradikaler Schlager is it's own glorious genre. And if you don't know it yet, please do yourself a favor and listen to the entire EP. It might be the best album I own. I mean "Und wir tanzen bei G20 im Wasserwerferregen / wenn sie irgendetwas anpisst / kommt sie um das zu regeln / anti dies anti das / sie hat sich nie angepasst / und sie kämpft für eure Freiheit / aber keiner kämpft für sie / anti dies anti das / sie saß tausendmal im Knast / und sie opfert ihre Freiheit für die Welt die sie so liebt" (Antifa).

Okay so imagine Remus has a date. With someone ELSE who is NOT SIRIUS. And comes back home to find Sirius listening to Alles aus Liebe by Die Toten Hosen on full volume. Like obviously Sirius just needs an outlet for his emotions, he'd never actually act on anything like the lyrics suggest. But sometimes you just gotta be a melodramatic idiot listening to this song, feeling your feelings because he can't tell Remus he loves him out loud (yet) so he just sings along to the song in the privacy of his room and doesn't know Remus is listening in.

I also think Sirius would love Bonnie & Clyde by Die Toten Hosen. Just the general vibes of the song, I think they totally fit his vibe.

One day Remus and Sirius get stoned and Remus finally gets to decide on the music. And he puts on Hurra die Welt geht unter by KIZ&Henning May, and Sirius is obsessed. Not only is Sirius a little bit in love with Henning May(s voice) but he also loves the lyrics. Postapocalyptic vibes is everything these angsty teenagers need.

Okayokay ANOTHER GALAXY BRAIN IDEA!! Queere Tiere by Sookee is a song about the marauders, change my mind (you can't). It's a song about queer animals and homophobia?! OBVIOUSLY they love it and Sirius thinks it's the most hilarious thing ever that THEY ARE queer animals and that there's a song about it.

And Hüpfburg is obviously just another song Sirius can relate to so much. A song about your right-winged extremist family and you questioning their beliefs?! I rest my case.

Obviously Sirius loves everything about Kerosin95. Like, trans Sirius loves Trans Agenda Dynastie, obviously (not just for the JKR slander).

I think Sirius would also love the lyrics to Scheiß auf Ironie by Deine Cousine. (I mean: "Du denkst du bist ein Feminist / Ich glaub du weißt nicht was das ist / nur weil man Frauen gerne leckt / ist das noch lange kein Respekt ?!! ICONIC)

I also think Sirius would have loved Kein Gott, kein Staat, nur Du by Kraftklub feat. Mia Morgan!

I am also a firm believer that Sirius would have been obsessed with Nena and would have loved all of her songs. Like Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann? Sirius knows all the lyrics and his and James' performance of the song in the gryffindor common room is always a treat for everyone involved. And Sirius listens to Nur geträumt on full volume when he's pining after Remus, that's just canon tbh.

Okay this list is already ridiculously long and I kind of swayed away from the original punkrock prompt so if you have any more songs/artists to add to this, please do, this was so much fun!!!

#ask #wolfstar #sirius black #hp #antifa marauders are so important to me like who are they if they're NOT political????#also sidenote have you read berlin angel? because german antifa remus is everything to me #sirius black's german punkrock/antifa playlist #antifa marauders agenda #german marauders agenda #llama tag

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