Ao3 You Mfs Give Me My Poolverine Fics I NEED MY GOODNIGHT FILL HELLO

Watch "Rammstein - Adieu (Official Video)" on YouTube

DUDE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

This is art. Oh my god.

the link to the deutschland video with the laser? YES SIR

THEY LOOK SO GOOD HELP

mohawk till :-D love

this was... holy shit i don't have the words. just, wow.

you'd think how can anyone look good while breaking into a palace-vault-safe house thing? well there you go

THE CLONES? that looked so cool

the little comforting scene there in the vault? my heart

THE WHOLE SCENE WITH THE DAMNED? MASTERPIECE

I admit I may have cried a little *swats away the sea of tissues on my couch* especially at that outro (the orchestra music was beautiful oh my god)

i literally watched this in a supermarket because i couldn't wait until i got home from school and AAAAGH it was so worth the grandmas staring at me for 15 minutes straight.

both of the spiderverse movies have some of the best soundtracks i've ever heard omg

YES MR. BLUE SKY IS AMAZING AGH

Me everytime I read a icemav fic tagged tom iceman kazansky & bradley rooster bradshaw and parental tom iceman kazansky:

heyyy fun little things during gelsenkirchen night 2! here we go:

(i don't remember rn during which songs all these things happened so i'll just list them BARE WITH ME we are still on the drive back:'-))

- till and flake held and swung hands together at some point and danced across the stage for a bit

- till winked into the camera (i think during wiener blut? i have it on video i'll search that up tmrw) and i heard a horde of girls just straight up 🦅screech🦅 & scare some older dudes oop (same)

- paul fell on his ass?🤣 i looked a way for a second and mans was ON THE FLOOR i don't know what happened like BABES

- there was one shot of schneider on the cams (i think before they started the glowstick dance during the deutschland remix) that was just UGH he looked like the daddiest daddy ever like fuuuuck i think i said "oh damn" out loud (respectfully)

- lots of water bottles and sticks flung into the audience

- during the boat ride richard came back with a sign for till that said something along the lines of "till show me your ___" i couldn't read the rest but it was 100% about 🍆 😂 update: the sign said "till zeig mir deins" so i was not wrong🤣) richard laughed so much when he showed it to till it was so cute, till actually took it but the camera turned away before he turned it around-_-

- speaking of cameras, 🍒 flash today! lol

- guitarists were all adorable again♡♡♡ no smooches though (or did i miss it? i hope not)

- paul and richard were VIBING together during mein teil it was soooo cute

you bet mobius would be making a TON of tree jokes lol :-D this is so cute!♡

✨ Rockin’ around the Christmas tree ✨ . . We all know who decorated Loki🤭💕

Slider sat in the chair, the steady beeping of the heart monitor his only company. He looked over his best friend, still a commanding presence despite his current frailty. He rolled his neck on a sigh as he glanced at the clock.

He hoped to have two more hours before the whirlwind arrived. A glance at his phone revealed messages from Wood and Sarah. Wood is on his way to get the hurricane, Sarah was on her way back to the hospital.

Ron knew he needed to be strong today, they had all been blindsided by the speed of events. Tom was diagnosed three weeks ago and Mav was due back next week. Surgery was scheduled for the week after that, but when Tom collapsed in his office the day before, the timetable was thrown out the window.

Surgery had gone well, the pathology was not back, but the knew Tom would have some amount of follow up treatments. Sarah walked into the room, two large cups of coffee in his hand. As she passed him a cup, she trailed her hand over his shoulder, squeezing the right muscle. "Did you sleep at all?"

Ron lied through his exhausted smile, "Some. I'll be ok. He should be here soon." Sarah knew Ron was lying but they didn't say more as Tom groggily opened his eyes. "Tom, you can't talk, don't try." Sarah's voice was kind, but firm. Tom pushed himself to open his eyes wider. He looked around the room, disappointment apparent on his face as a scanned the room. Ron stepped forward, "Don't do that Tommy. He's on his way. You blindsided us all yesterday. Wood's on his way to get him."

Tom nodded and opened his lips. Ron shook his head fiercely, "NO TALKING!" Sarah slid the whiteboard into Tom's left hand and a pen in his right. "Surgery?" He wrote, handwriting shaky.

A voice from behind answered, "Admiral, nice to see you awake. Surgery went well. We got the margins, but we are going to make a treatment plan. It's too soon to know about your voice yet. Don't try to use it if you ever want it back." Tom nodded in understanding, appreciating the directness of his surgeon. As soon as the doctor cleared the door, the sounds of running boots echoed through hall.

Sarah and Ron stepped away from the bed, clearing the space for the runner. The boots skidded to a halt outside the door before making their way into the room. Pete looked exhausted, he's been on the air when the call came in and on transports for 20 hours since then. Tom's eyes slipped closed as he waited for Pete to say something. Pete collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. The surgery must have gone wrong, Tom wasn't awake. Pete wasn't ready to talk to the doctors yet and face the future, right now he needed to lament what was lost.

Wood and Wolf stood outside the door, neither wanting to be far from their family nor wanting to interrupt. From his spot on the floor, Pete heard a soft tapping, his name in Morse code. He looked up to see Tom's green eyes looking at him in confusion. On the whiteboard, "Pete, are you hurt?"

Pete took a deep breath, exhaling on a soft chuckle. "Only my heart, dear. You scared the hell out of me." Ron and Sarah waited, glancing out the door at Wood and Wolf nodding for them to come in.

In the bed, Tom scribbled on the whiteboard and wiggled slightly closer to the side with the monitors and opened his arms wide, whiteboard out, "C'mere"

Pete sat frozen, afraid to get to close, to hurt Tom. Tom pointed at the whiteboard with his head and shook it slightly for emphasis. Pete looked over at Ron and Sarah, earning an eye roll from Tom. Ron nodded and Pete launched himself off his knees and rushed to the bed. He stopped, trying unsuccessfully to remove his boots.

Ron huffed, "Just get in the damn bed, Pete. I'll get them." Pete crawled into Tom's open arms and the two sighed in unison. Everyone else in the room shook their heads, never have any two people been more in love, they were sure of it.

Ron untied Pete's boots, struggling to get them off. Pete's feet and ankles were swollen, a sure sign of the long hours of travel. Ron leaned over the pair, "You get two hours and then I'm taking Pete to shower and eat. I'm guessing he hasn't done either of those since yesterday." Pete ignored Ron, even as Tom nodded in agreement.

Tom held Pete tightly, taking the comfort he needed from his husband. Tom wrote on the board again, "How long do I have you?"

Pete grinned, "Forever and a day." Tom smiled as he fixed the question. "How long are you in for?"

Pete shrugged, "I'm done." Murmurs of confusion on the room were interrupted by Wolf, "I thought you had a month left."

Pete shook his head, "I'm quitting." Ron's eyebrows shot up, as did Tom's, "Quitting what?"

Pete snuggled into Tom's shoulder as he casually replied, "The Navy." The room stilled, nobody moved a muscle. The only sound was Tom's monitor, the rhythm faster now. Tom kept his left arm around Pete as he wrote on the whiteboard with his right. "NO!"

Pete didn't look at the board, he knew what it said. "I'm not asking, Tom. I was halfway across the world, it took me more than a damn day to get here. What if I had been too late?"

"NO!" Pete furrowed his brow, that was a commanding voice. He lifted an eyebrow at Hollywood, standing at the foot of the bed. "I don't remember asking permission, Rick."

"Technically, Mav," he trailed off, but Pete knew where he was going. "Fuck," he muttered. Wood was up the chain of command for Mav and would have to sign off on discharge papers. Mav's contract wasn't up yet so it wasn't as straightforward as not renewing. Tom's silent laugh shook in his chest.

Wolf jumped in, "You can't quit, Mav. We will sort this all out, but you can't quit. You COULD stop pissing off admirals though."

In the corner, Sarah spit coffee at those words. She dabbed at her mouth and nose, "Sorry, but that's like telling Tom to stop being an admiral. File it under things that will never happen."

The group nodded and Pete looked over his shoulder at his sister-in-law. She was as steadfast a person as any in his life. She knew the pair of them too well. He jutted her chin at her, "I promise I'll do my part if Tom will take extended leave."

Nobody looked over, they heard the tapping of the whiteboard and knew the answer. Pete shrugged. He looked at Wood, "Do they still have an opening for a test pilot out in the desert?"

Ron huffed, "No work talk today. Today is a family day!" Just as he finished his declaration his phone rang. He screwed up his face as he looked at the number and answered, "Admiral Kerner."

The group laughed as Ron stepped out of the room. "Isn't it ironic," Wolf sang as the chuckles continued. Tom's eyelids drooped and Pete's eyes slid closed. Sarah turned and shooed the two admirals out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. She walked over to the bed, turning the lights in the room out. She fluffed Tom's pillow as Ron reentered the room.

"Help me get Mav's flight suit off his arms. If he has a nightmare, I'm afraid he'll hit Tom as he flails." Sarah knew she couldn't talk Pete into leaving yet, but he hated sleeping in long sleeves and they sometimes they triggered his nightmares. Ron and Sarah worked gently to pull Pete's arms from the flight suit without disturbing the pair.

Tom's eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with Sarah. "Thank you," he mouthed to her. She nodded as she slipped a pillow under Pete's head and pulled a blanket up over them.

She closed the blinds sat on the couch making space for Ron. "You too, Ron. I'll take the watch." Ron snuggled into his wife, head on her lap as she pulled a blanket around his shoulders. She sipped on her coffee as Ron slept, watching over the most important men in her life. She would make sure they all got through this.

okay i definitely need this

LOOOOK

fun fact i absolutely love the saw franchise

so since it's october i can finally go back to questioning my mental sanity cause-

i am so wildly attracted to this mf it actually HURTS

SO FCKING HOT DAMNIT-

[all pics found on pinterest]

the way i'll check the rammstein tag multiple times a day on concert days for new content even though i'll be there myself in july

YEEEEES LET MANS BE CHUNKY!!!!! HE'S THICK!!!!! IT'S HOT!!!!!

i'm gonna start shaming people for drawing hoffman skinny

LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOOOOOOOK