#thommy thommy bang bang

[marlena-immortale]

Pretty Puppy

Summary: You dress up your subby boyfriend Thomas like the princess he is and play with him all night long.

CW: SMUT, facesitting, feminization, pegging, Mommy Domme reader, puppy Thomas, a bit of humiliation, Thomas is a slut for praise

Word Count: 3.4k

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The early Sunday morning sunlight seeping through your curtains is the first thing you notice after waking up from your sleep. The second thing you notice is a warm wet tongue lapping at your neck and soft whining in your ear. 

“Good morning puppy. Someone’s feeling extra needy today huh?” you greet your boyfriend Thomas. You only then notice his boner rhythmically poking at your thigh. 

“Mmmm … pleeaase lemme serve you Mommy, wanna make you feel good,” Thomas begs, his voice still sleepy and raspy. He’s so cute like this, with all his guards down and letting himself be vulnerable due to still being half-asleep. It’s one of your favorite ways to see him. You bring his restless body into the morning with your fingers gently scratching his scalp and using your other hand to still his hips from humping your thigh any longer. 

“How do you want to serve me puppy?” you ask, even though you know this almost always means he wants to eat you out. You just like to hear him say it for himself. 

“Can I lick you please?” he asks, puppy eyes in full effect.

You let him think you’re considering it for a moment before telling him, “I’d love nothing more than to spend the whole day in bed with your pretty face between my legs, but I think we should get up and start our day. It’s almost noon already.”

Your puppy pouts and paws at your arm, trying his hardest to convince you to stay in bed with him. 

“Hmm … I can think of another way you can serve me though.” He perks up a little at that. “You can make me some breakfast while I take a shower and get ready.” And he’s right back to pouting. You just laugh, ruffling his fluffy hair before hauling yourself out of bed and to the bathroom.

— — — 

Getting out of the shower, you hear clanging pots and pans. Exactly what you expected from your clumsy boyfriend in the kitchen. You can’t help but think about his endearing nature to throw all of  himself into everything he does, even if it’s as simple as making you breakfast, and even if he already knows he’s not great at it. He still gives it everything he’s got. And when you give him a task to do as your submissive, he jumps into it so willingly. The trust he holds for you always makes your heart melt. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a particularly loud bang from the kitchen so you throw on some clothes and decide to check out the extent of the incident. 

In the kitchen, you find Thomas with some flour on his shirt, and on his nose, and being swept up from the floor. That seems to be the extent of the mess though, so definitely not his worst blunder in the kitchen. You still can’t forget the one time the fire department had to be called. 

“Ummm … I promise it’s not as bad as it looks.” He seems so guilty. It’s kind of adorable. 

“They look great baby,” you say, giving him a quick kiss on the nose. He flips the last pancake, the bottom being a little burnt, but the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face more than make up for it. He brings the two plates along with the espresso he made to the table and you sit across from him. 

“Mm so good Thommy,” you stretch the truth. It’s not fully a lie, they’re really not his worst kitchen creation. A bit burnt, but you can’t bear to tell him anything negative, not with his big beautiful eyes on you, seeking your approval and praise. You could spend all day staring into those eyes. 

After eating breakfast, you decide it’s time to give your puppy a treat for doing so well this morning after you clean up in the kitchen. “I want you to tidy up the bedroom and be ready on the bed when I come in,” you instruct. He’s already nodding enthusiastically and rushing off to complete the task you’ve set for him. You can never help but smile when he does what you tell him to so obediently. 

— — — 

Walking into your shared bedroom, you find your adorable little sub naked on his knees in the center of the perfectly-made bed waiting for you; the perfect picture of submission. His eyes are big, waiting for you to give him your next instruction. His hair is just the slightest bit disheveled, probably from tidying up the whole room and rushing to get into place before you came in. 

“The room looks so clean puppy, you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” He lights up hearing your words. You love praising your puppy so much, seeing the effect it has on him, the joy and satisfaction it brings him. He deserves all the praise in the world. 

“Hey puppy,” you try getting his attention back after losing his concentration to the praise for a moment. “Do you wanna try something new today?” 

He looks up at you, eyes slightly glazy from the pets on the back of his neck you’ve started giving him. “Like what?” he asks.

“I was thinking of how good you looked on stage the other night in that skirt. And how I think you’d look even prettier in a shorter skirt. So I got some supplies to dress you up, if you’re interested in trying that with me.” 

He takes a minute to think about it. You can practically see the thoughts racing through his mind, all the fantasies and ideas of what it would be like. “Yeah. Yes I definitely want to try that.” He pauses. “But if we’re trying something new, I don’t think I can handle edging today. It would just be too much. Is that alright?”

“Of course. Good boy, good job communicating baby. I’m very proud of you for telling me that,” you compliment and watch him smile and relax even more. “Are you ready to start now puppy?” He nods. “Okay, then come follow me.” You walk towards the bathroom without having to look back to know he’s dutifully following right behind you. 

You lead him to the bathtub and seat him on the edge while you fill it, dropping in some calming eucalyptus bath salts, your favorite. His expression is a little nervous, predicting how embarrassing it’ll be to have you wash him. You comfort him with a kiss on his cheek and a warm hand on his back, rubbing circles. 

Once the bathtub is filled with warm water, you hold his hand and lead him to step into the bath, sitting down as comfortably as he can with his long legs barely fitting. You grab the body wash and squeeze some out onto a damp washcloth, starting on his shoulders, making sure to get him nice and clean, all the way down to his hands and fingers. You make your way back up to his chest, running the soapy cloth over his sensitive nipples, feeling his sharp inhale under your hands and the blush adorning his neck creep up to the tips of his ears. You’re sure to be very thorough, cleaning all over his body. Bathing down his sides, around his hips and his butt, washing up and down his dick, watching him squirm and whimper at every touch. 

Once he’s nice and clean for you, you dry him off with a warm fluffy towel you had waiting. He’s relaxed from the comfort of the bath and just embarrassed enough from you washing him to get a little worked up. Such a slut for a little humiliation. 

“Come with me, I’m gonna get you all pretty for me now and do your hair and makeup. How’s that sound?”

“I-Umm, while I’m still… still naked?” Thomas asks, eyes a little bewildered.

You laugh at how surprised he seems despite the plenty of times you’ve seen him naked. “Yes, for now,” you hint with a wink, leading him to your vanity and sitting him down on the chair. He looks up at you with seemingly nothing going on behind those puppy eyes. 

“Hmm, I think this gold color would look so pretty on your lids. Close your eyes for me.” He follows instructions wonderfully. “Good boy. And of course we need to enhance this beautiful blush you’ve already got on these cheeks. Maybe we can get your other cheeks to blush another day hm?” His eyes go even wider thinking about his ass being hit enough to go pink.

“Okay one more thing. Lipgloss. You’re gonna look so pretty with shiny plump lips,” you tell him as you swipe the gloss over his parted lips. 

Once you pack up all the makeup and get your hairbrush out and when you walk back over to Thomas, he has an excited look on his face. It takes you a second to understand why that is, until you look down to see him fidgeting to cover his growing boner and remember the last time you brought out this hairbrush; as a punishment when he was having a particularly naughty day. 

You laugh a bit at his assumption. “Don’t worry puppy, we’ll only be using this for your hair today.” He looks relieved and a little disappointed. You run the brush and your fingers through his soft, freshly-washed hair getting out all the little knots along the way. 

With his hair and makeup flawlessly done, you bring out the most exciting part of the look, the outfit. You have the perfect set picked out. It’s one you found shopping the other day for yourself but when you saw it, you just knew you had to get it for your boyfriend. 

And once you see it on his beautiful body, you know for sure you made the right choice. It’s a sheer light pink crop top and the skimpiest light pink skirt you could find that doesn’t even cover his dick completely, letting his tip push up the hemline as he starts getting hard, and leaves his cute butt to peek out under the back. All tied together with silky sheer white thigh high stockings. He looks like a dream. And his look is completed with the happy, slightly humiliated, fully submissive look on his pretty face. 

“You look,” you start, looking him up and down. “Stunning.” You take his hands in yours, kissing each of his knuckles. “But I think I have one more thing to make this outfit perfect.” He watches carefully as you turn around to grab something. 

“There is something I need to do first,” you say, making your way back to him, keeping the thing you grabbed out of his sight. Without any further talking, your hand reaches under his tiny skirt to wrap your fingers around his dick, watching his face fill with surprise. You only need to give it a few strokes to get Thomas to fully hard, his dick pushing his skirt up so cutely. 

Before he has time to react, you drop down to your knees and take out that thing you’ve been hiding from him. A pale pink ribbon. Your fingers carefully wrap the ribbon around the base of his dick like a cock ring, tying it in a loose bow. Wrapped like a present, just for you. You take a picture before he can start squirming too much. 

“I wish I could set this as my phone background.” It’d be such a nice view to see every single day. “I love you puppy,” you say, infatuated, staring into his big glassy eyes before giving the tip of his cock a gentle kiss, watching it twitch, and getting up. 

“Okay,” you say, guiding him over to the bed and turning the T.V. on. “We’re gonna watch a movie and cuddle.” You find the most boring movie you can to put on while you position Thomas with his head on your chest and his legs in between yours. He cuddles in close to you, thinking the scene is over. Which is all a part of your devious plan to give your boyfriend the scene he deserves. 

Thomas is full of pent up energy, fidgeting around in your arms as you try to soothe him with pets. It doesn’t seem to be working though, as you can feel his gentle fingers dancing across your knee onto your inner thigh. You were just waiting for him to misbehave and you can’t help but smile when he finally gives in to his desire. You can feel his breath on your neck get shallower, waiting to see if you’ll allow his touches or not. His fingers climb their way higher and higher up your thigh, just barely touching but enough to send butterflies throughout your body. 

“Aww does my baby wanna tease me for a change?” You immediately feel his fingers stop in their tracks, realizing he’s been caught. “It's okay, you can keep going. It feels nice,” you tease. He keeps his fingers on the path they were on, stroking the sensitive skin of your thighs, following your instruction. 

His touches are so light and gentle that you can barely feel them but the sensation goes straight up to your pussy nonetheless. The effect doesn’t seem to target only you either. You gaze down to see Thomas’s skirt around his waist, fully uncovering his cock, hard and pushing up the pink fabric. 

“Touching me got you a little excited there huh puppy?” you say, touching his tip just to watch it twitch. He gets embarrassed again. Bashfulness might be your favorite look on him. Second only to how cute he looks with that bow wrapped perfectly around the base of his cock. 

His little whimper tells you all you need to know about how excited he really is. You would love to keep messing around with him like this but you’re a woman of your word so you stick to the no-edging today rule and get on with your plan. 

You position your pliable puppy to lay down flat on the bed with his head resting on a pillow. Without any complaint or questioning, he complies. 

“Such a good puppy,” you coo, stroking his cheek as you climb on top of him. You slowly remove your clothes, watching his eyes track your every movement, and crawl up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Thomas fights the urge to stick his tongue out and dive right in, but you have mercy on your horny puppy and lower yourself onto his pretty glossy lips. 

“Ohh your lips feel so amazing puppy,” you moan, grinding down. “And your nose too. I always love to feel your pretty little nose on my pussy.” Once he gets some encouragement, he’s got all the enthusiasm in the world and starts eagerly lapping as far inside you as his tongue will go as you rub your clit on his nose. 

His face feels so good under you, and watching him close his eyes to focus on giving you the most pleasure he possibly can. Every movement feels like you’re about to explode and you can’t help grinding down harder and faster and reveling in the little whimpers and moans coming from Thomas’s occupied lips. Your thighs feel shaky and you grab onto his hair to ground you and to pull his face even closer until the pleasure overtakes you and you cum with your legs tight around your boyfriend’s head. 

You release Thomas’s head to allow him to breathe again once you are aware enough to. You look down at his flushed face to see the makeup you applied smudged all around his face and get the urge to kiss it. You kiss all over his messy pretty face, tasting yourself on it. 

“Mmh that felt so good puppy, thank you. But I think it’s your turn to feel good now huh? How’s that sound?” He opens his excited eyes and nods quickly, placing his hands on your hips to have something to squeeze. You laugh, repositioning yourself to give yourself access to more of his body, bringing your face down to his hips where his pretty gift-wrapped cock rests. 

You tease him a little with your lips on his tip, swirling your tongue around until his hips start bucking up too much for you to let him get away with. Now that he’s nice and worked up, you pull his legs up and have him hold them to his chest so his cute little pink hole is exposed. He shivers when you gently blow cool air on it and you lean back to get a good view of him in this new position. He’s so fucking hot like this with his big puppy eyes staring back at you, and his legs quivering a little in anticipation, and his beautiful cock dripping onto his own hips. He looks like a dream come true. 

You get him prepped with lube covered fingers, pushing inside him and stroking until he’s ready for you to get out your favorite big pink strap. You line yourself up, pushing his legs even further back to get the perfect angle to push into him. You keep your eyes on Thomas’s face, trying desperately to keep it together for as long as he can, but you know your puppy well, and you can always tell when he’s embarrassed about how close he is just from one thrust. You take it easy on him and keep your thrusts long and slow but you can still see him struggling to not cum so early. 

“Please mommy, please let me cum, I- I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” Thomas begs. 

“Aw, puppy. You’re so cute. You can cum whenever you want, just let yourself do whatever you need to do.”

“Mommy I love you so much. Mmmm you’re so amazing, you’re the best domme in the world. I just wanna worship you every day.” he goes on and on. He always gets so wordy and just lets out every thought that passes through his mind when he’s all subby like this. He’s so gone, you just guide him through it, holding onto and rubbing his hips while you thrust into him. 

“I’m gonna cum, mommy I’m gonna cum,” he says with his eyes screwed shut and his legs trembling against you. He tries to push his hips into you as much as he can but ends up just shoving his hips up in tiny little ineffective movements. 

“Shh just hold on to me puppy, I got you I promise. You’re so close.” And with that, he’s whining out while his cum shoots out, staining the pink skirt as he shakes in your arms. You let his legs down while he attempts to catch his breath and get through the last of his orgasm. 

“You did such a good job puppy,” you praise him, throwing the strap across the bed to deal with later while you prioritize caring for your puppy. “Stay right there and I’ll be right back with some supplies ok?” you leave him with a kiss.

When you come back he’s exactly where you left him, eyes softly closing and opening again. 

“You can rest your eyes if you need to, you’ve had a very big day and you need some rest,” you say, gently wiping the smudged makeup off his face.

“I wanna stay awake. Wanna talk to you.” He barely gets the words out without yawning.

“Aw baby I think you’ve done enough talking for now. Your body needs rest, so take it. Let me take care of you. All you have to do is lay there and enjoy.” You strip him of his pretty little outfit, wiping off his sweat and cum until he’s nice and clean again. You pick up the sweat pants and shirt you brought out to warm him up before he stops you.

“Noooo,” he whines.”I want to feel your skin on mine.” 

“Okay puppy, whatever you want.” You pull him under the covers with you and cuddle him close while he squeezes you and give you little kisses with the little energy he has left until he’s asleep and softly snoring on your chest. 

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[flippyspoon]

For My Friend Croc

Hi, it’s Flippy.

I’ve never had to write a post like this before and I hope this is okay to do. I hope I never have to do this again. I’m putting it here in the Thommy tag so people from the old Thommy days who knew Croc might see it- don’t really know what the etiquette is here. I’m sorry if it’s inappropriate or something.

So. I found out today that my old fandom buddy Lex/Kate aka CrocodilePatronus -as we knew her then- has passed away. I won’t get into how, and the why is impossible, of course.

All this time later, long after she stopped using CrocodilePatronus- I still think of her as “Croc.” Always.

Croc’s mom texted Are-are-kay and Camaelczarka (and myself) this completely bullshit news.

After all this time I still kept in contact with Croc and we chatted once in a while and there aren’t a lot of people in general I’m good at keeping in contact with.  She and I weren’t super close or anything, but we had our one on one talks about things. She kept sending me Christmas presents. Such a goddamn sweetheart. 

We watched Mulholland Drive together. She gave me Superman comics to read.

She was also one of the first people I met in on Tumblr for a weird tiny niche (and very literary) fandom that shipped Thomas Barrow and Jimmy Kent from Downton Abbey.

You start reading some stories about how you want a couple dudes to bang or whatever and suddenly you really care about the people you met talking about this stuff. Who knew.

When I think of Croc I think of a picture she posted of herself wearing a crocodile hat, hunched over her laptop late at night, reading one of my fics–this was before I’d spoken to her at all. 

She was a very talented writer. Her fics were beautiful and she was generous in writing them for her friends as gifts. She was endlessly creative, stylish, hilarious, rebellious, spirited, sardonic, shockingly sweet (and pretended she wasn’t), hyper intellectual, kind of adorably possessive of her friends,  LOYAL as fuck good lord. She was a punk rock bitch. 

I’m grateful that I got to meet her in person once in Salem with Cam and Are-are. I’m grateful I got to give her a hug once. I’m pissed off I won’t ever get to do that again.

She was 28. I’ll miss her.

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[onetouchparadise]

Find my way back to you ~ Müllendowski

"What!?" he wasn't beliving what his hears were hearing, what have the management thought? He looked at him questioningly and if he wasn't so angry he would have felt slightly scared under the ice look of his best friend who, with his usual calm, answered: "You've heard perfectly Thomas: the coach has decided that, to develop healthy bonds of rivalry with other teams, we are going to stay in the same hotel as Barça till the end of our little trip here in Portugal. I can't understand, why are you so upset?". Müller took his time to answer him, it seems to him a too private thing , even to speak about it with Manu, a friend that always supported him since when they know each other. He was just deciding in his mind if tell him or not when Sané came in, grabbed Thomas by the shoulders and, smiling ambiguously, gave his opinion while laughing: "But how Thommy? I was ready to bet 20€ that you'd be the happiest man ever all the day. Don't you go running around, stressing the entire staff to share the room with your dear Lewangoalski once again? You're so sad since he left to Barça..."; the person directly concerned gave the newcomer an unexpected grim look, detached himself from his arms and turning abruptly towards him replied with empty, controlled words, whitout any joyful emotion that he used to show: "What I do or think is none of your business Leroy. And don't call me Thommy, do not even try.".

The always happy and prankster midfielder went to practice without paying them more than a glance and Manu wondered what had happened, what he didn't notice, that had made Thomas like this. Sané had an incredulous face: "Wha-What did I do? Has he a day off? Whatever, by lunch he'll have already forgotten...", Neuer really hoped it was true...

The afternoon, however, did not improve things, in fact it made them worse.

Thomas was really tired, the trainings for the Champions League had exhausted him, but they had also had the advantage of making him forget what had happened in the morning; everyone was already having lunch together and he couldn't wait to have some fun and eat something so he walked towards the large, well-laid common room of the hotel. His happiness was obviously short-lived: after crossing the long white path that separated him from the food, he reached his team's table, noticing however that it seemed to lean towards the centre. All of his team-mates seemed to be having a happy conversation with a single person, the person he wanted to avoid, the one he hadn't forgiven yet… yes, at the Bayern table was sitting Robert Lewandowski.

As soon as the Pole saw the German approaching, he stood up with a big smile and went towards Thomas with open arms: "I missed you!" Robert hugged him, but the midfielder didn't return the hug and if the ex-Bayern striker noticed the lack of warmth shown by his old companion, he didn't say it and continued to talk to him cheerfully: "Come and sit next to me, Thommy! Long time no see!", he tried to bring him closer, but Thomas seemed uncomfortable, both because of Lewy's pressure and because of Manu's steady gaze analyzing the scene; he looked around frantically, suddenly under all that stress he lost the desire to talk and be in company. So he said: "Sorry, but I have to go upstairs, I forgot one thing ... bye!", and left immediately, disappearing from everyone's sight, with the last image before retiring towards the corridor of Lewa's wounded face and Manu's confused and slightly disappointment..

Thomas closed the wooden door of his room with a big bang, he felt like an idiot, a real fool for running away, but he couldn't stand the pressure of being around him, who treated him as if nothing had happened ...he knelt down and covered his ears with the hands, his eyes red with tears, a single sentence anchored in his head, whispered to himself in the darkest moments: "If you really missed me you would never have left..." "Why did you abandon me?".

In the mood he was in he wished he could have stayed in his room all day, in his inner tranquility and "peace", with only the sound of his regrets and the TV playing some random channel that he honestly gave a shit about, but his fragile, regained balance was soon broken like his window by a balloon on the balcony.

The footballer jumped up and went towards the terrace, opened the window... or what was left of it... , leaned against the iron railing and, looking down, yelled at the top of his lungs: "Who did it?! ?", at that moment Leon appeared from the pool below, the owner of the balloon without a residence permit who was illegally staying on his terrace, soaked in water from head to toe, who said to him: "Come on, Müller, come down! unsocial! Otherwise the whole team will come and get you in your room.". Exasperated by his teammates (and with the secret hope of cheering up), the midfielder was forced to put on his blue bathing suit and go down the stairs to the hotel's lush garden which also included a swimming pool and beach volleyball court.

As soon as he arrived he sat on the edge of the pool to tan under the Portuguese sun and smiled happily, finally he was taking a break from all the troubles of the day and the only thing he wanted to do was rela- PLUFF!!!

The poor Thomas was thrown into the pool. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was underwater and to return to the surface so as not to drown, as soon as he opened his eyes (wet like the rest of his body) he was greeted by the small smile of Manuel "The Wall" Neuer who looked at him smugly towering in all the its bulk from the poolside. Thomas yelled "Why??" "You looked depressed" was the reply of his friend who tried in vain not to laugh, "And trying to assassinate me was the only solution to cure my depression??" "Now I wouldn't put it that way, Thomas..." "Shut up Neuer, now you'll pay!" and, taking him, by his arm he pulled the poor Manu into the pool, the last one victim of the consequences of his own prank..

They spent the next ten minutes of their lives attempting to smother each other with big laughs from the dry onlookers. Suddenly, however, with a mighty bomb dive, a third person entered the pool and started spraying the other two, who, without even realizing who he was, began to react to the fire by giving battle. When things settled down, Thomas realized that the person he was having so much fun with just seconds ago was the one he'd left in the dining room half an hour earlier; he didn't want to run away from Robert as previously: he would have been too ashamed to do the same thing again, so this time he would just ignore him. Yes, now he had a plan, clear, easy and he would stick to it. He forced himself to continue playing happily in the pool, albeit in a muted mood compared to him before, but managed to cover it up skillfully thanks to his natural playful personality. At one point, however, Lewy got out of the pool and dried off quickly ("It's so beautiful with wet hair...No Thomas! Don't think about these things, how they even come to your mind...?") then, again with a sunny smile amplified by the hot rays that hit him directly Robert asked the two against whom he previously fought: "Come on let's go for a game of beach football! It's been a while since we've played together as a team." Thomas made a strange face: his plan was already being compromised shortly after the start, but he certainly couldn't not participate. Manuel, on the other hand, seemed happy, but also a little angry: he hated not knowing things and perhaps not being able to fully understand the vicissitudes that undermined the relationship of

Lewy and Thommy got him into trouble. While the shorter one was still brooding about the goalkeeper, the latter spoke: "Okay Rob, in the meantime, go prepare everything and get the ball, we'll dry off for a second and then we'll join you.", the Polish striker gave the thumbs-up to his friend and ran happily towards the small beach in the center of the hotel garden. Even Neuer and Müller, when Robert had gone, came out of the pool and covered themselves with towels, the youngest was about to put his slippers back on again, but even before he could put his foot in, he felt jerked and pulled towards the entrance of the hotel from Manu, who, after carefully looking around, had chosen a secluded and uncrowded spot. Thomas knew that the moment of truth would arrive, he had awaited it with frank resignation and had hoped to delay it as long as possible. The blue eyes of the 1,93m tall colossus pierced him like not even an arrow could. "Now I want to know what's going on...". The shorter one didn't want to answer so he pretended not to understand: "What are you talking about Manu? The Oktoberfest has been over for two months, are you still drunk?", Manuel got offended and showed his mood with a frown: "Don't the play dumb... there's a strong hatred between you and Robert, which has never been there in all his eight years at Bayern.", "Manu, I swear..." began to say Thomas, he didn't want anyone to get in the way, he would have come across as an idiot, "Don't lie to me! I'm just worried about you! I've known you for over nine years and I've never seen you like this.". The vice captain sighed, the time had come to repay his best friend for always being with him from his debut in the national team (and subsequent victory) up to the Club World Cup, yes, he would have given him that truth that for eight years had hidden from everyone.

"Manu I... I love him" the listener's open mouth was a good indicator of his disbelief, but other than that he didn't get upset and signaled him to go on, he continued: "For 8 years I have loved him but I've never been able to confess to him, I was afraid that our relationship would be destroyed... you know it, it was enough for me to close my eyes to know where he was on the pitch, and off the field I always wanted to be with him, without it I felt lost. broken, incomplete.". "So you were terrified that he wouldn't see you and act the same way again if you confessed how you felt." He speculated Manu and Thomas nodded, "How did it happen in the beginning? At first I well remember you hated him, then you basically became Yin and Yang…so what?" "It's a long story um..." "I have time." "Alright! You're right at first I didn't like him, euphemism, I would have gladly thrown him off a balcony, but then, well... I discovered he wasn't as bad as I thought, he wasn't conceited or snooty, but he was kind, protective, almost shy and when he spoke with such a slight Polish accent it seemed to me like..", Manuel made a colossal facepalm: "Lost in love...". The midfielder was very embarrassed: "Yes", but then his face darkened a lot and tears welled up on it, suddenly he no longer had the necessary strength to stand up and, shivering, he sat down on the cold tiled floor, his bare feet caressed the grass that bordered the sidewalk, Manuel, sad for his best friend, sat down next to him and watched his stricken face. "But now he's gone, he's left me here... I didn't even have time to confess, during the last training session I... I tried, I approached him when he was alone, but I didn't I found the words, they were all dying in my mouth and I gave up, I hugged him telling him to have a good trip, how stupid I am..." "No Thomas, of course you were a bit stupid for not telling him but.. ." "Thanks Manu! Really helpful!" "Let me finish! I was saying... can't you tell him now? I can't understand why you don't want to tell him now that you have another chance?!", after his friend's words Thomas stopped: "I-I... don't know... today, as soon as I saw him again he made me feel, strange... I didn't understand how he could still treat me the same way as before, it was like he still loved me, but not the kind of love I wanted It to be.". At that speech Manuel started laughing and the other looked at him offended, the porter gently took his shoulders, smiled and said: "Thommy but do you realize that you're causing yourself a lot of problems when you don't even know if he reciprocates or no?".

Müller's wide-open eyes silently replied to his friend, who squeezed him in a sweet embrace cradled by the smell of the shampoo on Thomas's still wet hair: "Okay, come on, you'll try tonight, but now let's think about having some fun, damn you're really weird in your version hopelessly in love ... come on!" the speech brings back happiness on the tear-stained face of the vice captain who got up and followed his friend towards the beach volleyball court illuminated by the sun and by Lewy's smile when he sees his former partner arrive.

The afternoon passed quickly and the teams stayed out until sunset, after the pink gave way to blue everyone found themselves in the dining room filled with joy and good food. There was no longer the sparkling air of news and curiosities perceived during lunch. It was... different, equally cheerful, but different: it seemed like one of those big family Easter lunches where everyone knows everyone.

Manuel and Thomas were having dinner at a quiet table on the side furthest from the buffet and chatter, where the moonlight filtered through the windows, after all the day's misadventures they just wanted a few minutes of peace and a nice soup. "May I add to your table?" a voice abruptly broke the silence as Fates cut the thread of Life, Thomas looked up even if the only voice was enough for him to recognize Robert, "Sure, come along." he couldn't tell him no, he just hoped he wouldn't talk about how he'd been avoiding him almost the entire day like he was the plague.

Lewandowski smiled and sat next to Müller, the latter had to control himself so as not to visibly melt at that facial movement, he hid his trembling hands in his pockets and checked the butterflies that had inevitably replaced his blood. Then he returned the smile.

Manuel noticed everything and the fire reignited in his calculating eyes, "Uh? What are you saying Leon? Yes, I'll be right there.", Neuer turned to another table, took his dinner and walked towards Goretzka, but Thomas was sure the young boy hadn't spoken. True or not, the two "almost-boyfriends" were left alone.

Silence pervaded the two men and if it hadn't been for the colored lights that illuminated the room Thomas would have sworn he saw a slight blush on Lewy's face who was simply looking at him ... and how he was looking at him. He was still busy contemplating the divine beauty of his former partner that he spoke: "You know, I missed you Thommy so much ... it's not the same without you.". This in Thomas's heart lit a flame fed by a candle that, slowly, strengthened instead of dripping and wasting away with every word Robert said. "I missed you too, you don't know how much..." (“because when you're not here my heart is broken, it's missing and I can't find the piece to rebuild it; I don't want to find it” were the words that he kept inside and didn't the courage to utter.) at that moment Lewandowski put the spoon he was eating with on the napkin and put his hand on the table feeling the carvings of the wood underneath, in the meantime he didn't take his ocean blue eyes off the one next to him and his smile grew.

As if that were destiny Thomas took his hand and shook it crossing his fingers as if they were the textures of a dress, handmade, slowly, but of inestimable value. "I'm really happy that we remained great friends even after all this..." and Rob with those words involuntarily broke the spell, Thomas suddenly withdrew his hand, as if he had been burned by that same candle flame that had perhaps grown to much. Robert gave him an incredulous and covertly guilty look. Müller was about to cry, he couldn't think of anything and at that moment the noise became deafening, but silent as a grave at the same time compared to mess of his brain.

With tears, he left the room, but his eyes saw neither Lewy nor Manuel. “Friends, friends, friends…” was the only word in his mind.

He didn't know how long he stayed like this: sitting on the carpet in his and Manu's room crying for a love that never really started, never really existed ...

One hand was on his hair pulling it, oblivious to the pain that the gesture caused him, the other wandering around the floor following the designs of the fabric with the tip of his index finger, desperately looking for a solution to his scene that everyone could clearly see. even better than the one at lunch: "Of course I can't enjoy even a meal peaceful without coming back here to cry over myself and regret too late." he whispered to no one in particular, too pathetic at the time to be heard even by the walls surrounding him.

Due to an unexpected noise Thomas jumped and looked around frantically, when he saw the door vibrate and the malignant to move slightly wiped his tears with his arm, managed to shuffle with difficulty to the threshold and opened.

"Hey..." Robert's shy voice flooded the room, "L-Lewy... what are you doing here?" nervousness began to creep into Thomas, what was the Pole doing there? Was he upset about things that happened during dinner? Müller was so tired, he wouldn't be able to get the face of a man "not on the verge of a psychological breakdown" for much longer and giving in to the man he loved was certainly last on his "to-do list for the next millennium". "I, well, I wanted to deeply apologize to you for what happened at dinner...", ok, maybe it's true that Thomas in front of Lewy was no longer able to understand anything and totally melted, but here he was absolutely sure he had heard correctly and the sorry frown, clearly visible from the eyes and from the light biting of the lip, of the striker left no room for doubts: Robert was apologizing to him. "W-What should you apologize for?" Thomas just couldn't understand, why was Robert doing this? Lewandowski looked between hysterical, exasperated and sad, only at that moment did the German realize the emotions and exhaustion that his friend felt inside him, he immediately felt sorry for him, even if he didn't know the reason.

Suddenly the Pole gave a humorless chuckle: "Well, you've been avoiding me since this morning, you never want to be alone with me and always terribly uncomfortable in my presence then... tonight at dinner..." his voice broke down but he continued anyway "I don't know what I said did but you ran upstairs Thommy you had tears in your eyes! Whatever happened I'm sorry I didn't mean to, last thing I want to make you feel bad ... well, now I'm crying too." and Lewy wept, the tears flowing without stopping.

Horrified, Thomas did the first thing that his instinct ordered him and lunged at Robert, hugged him, felt his warmth on his skin and his shoulder half covered by the pajama shirt on the hollow of his neck; the Barça player's eyes snapped open as he put his arms around Thommy.

Müller took the other's head with his hands and, while looking at him with eyes full of tears, he took courage: "Robert I don't hate you, I..." and the memory of what happened next still lives in the German's mind: their lips met each other, finding Paradise.

When they broke the kiss it seems to them to have spent an entire century like this.

Both were crying, they cannot belived their eyes, their lips, their emotions. Suddenly Thomas started to talk and what he said melted Lewy's heart: "I love you, Robert Lewandowski, for eight eternal years, but I didn't know how to tell you, I thought I'd have..." "Ruined everything? Yes, Thomas I can understand... I love...I love you too." and they kissed again, nobody can believe it and for them it was like living a beautiful, never ending dream.

It was when Thomas, very tired, literally collapsed on Lewy's face that the two woke up, the Pole smiled and, gently, took him like a bride and carried him to Manu's bed (hoping that the goalkeeper wouldn't get angry, even if he strongly doubted it having understood that he was behind the confession of his new boyfriend, one day he would have thanked him properly...). So Robert moved the bed near to his mate's one making some sort of king size.

He tucked Thomas in and slipped under the bed too, embracing him, looked at him with infinite joy and love, gave him a light kiss on the forehead, pushing aside his dark hair and whispered: "Kocham cię, Thommy" , Lewandowski was about to close his eyes when he was pulled closer by a gentle push and a soft: "Ich liebe dich, Lewy.".

When Manu entered in and found them sleeping like this he smiled and turned off the lights, then he came off and closed the door. Then he went to another room: surely Leon and Joshua would have hosted happily him for a night or two.

#mullendowski #fc bayern #thomas müller #robert lewandowski #manuel neuer #my first fic in english so... #comments and feedbacks appreciated 👍

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

If you want to know how weird people will get

Thommy used to fight between if it was me or little jimini who was at civil war battles for the union and little jimini is sometimes there, her family just stole condoms so it’s for this third party side that’s not the union or the confederacy just called terrorism but I’m the person El chapo and his friends want to rape or little jimini and chaps son wants to get attacked or raped through them so thommy either finds me hostage and only sees me getting flighted out or I’m in literal battle getting commanded and he is shortly with me then gets taken to his other posts

But that one girl also had her crusade to get me beat up for not being indigenous when I still am so we had to make it a creative process while we sued that girl to stopping

But so that we could document them trying to use psychological warfare on thommy we film little jimini and this girl lorolla from drones as they pay for products and procedures to look like me or the fbi or workers at the establishment sign contracts to be micedup or have special cameras in on the procedure or session - one of them one time print my social media images of bangs I cut myself and the hair dresses wearing the camera and mic refused at how fucked up and wrong my cutting of my own bangs were

That is how weird people will go to hide that their family stole condoms back in the day or that their family were people who tried to slave children and abduct indigenous people

Idk thommys family we just think they are believing tapes or something it’s so awkward the evidence pages they could be shown for example if they used that psychopath that Lauren uses to try to convince people I’m not indigenous at all without evidence for her claims, to actually hack a dna company that has mine or the White House or the accomplishments logged to my person - idk they’d probably kill themselves at how stupid they look

[yennmisakato]

Thomas and Thommies

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[incorrectdowntonquotes]

Daisy: Alfred, Jimmy and Thomas are… well, friends with benefits.

Alfred: But what exactly does that expression mean “friends with benefits”? Do they provide each other with health insurance?

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[mywritingonlyfans]

saw u were taking smut thoughts and requests,,,

I want to read about like being with Thomas and after the BFTAS you both go back to the hotel kinda drunk but cuddle and its soft and your both tired. In the moring you wake up together and have sleepy morning sex that's just full of love but then banging on the door and you have to answer the door bc its vic calling and so you slip out of bed to thomas wines and quickly find some clothes to cover yourself and it ends up being that pink and black blazer from tonight and vic is like 😏 and says she'll leave you too it for a while and goes but turns out you and Thomas both end up loving you in this too big blazer and it ended up becoming yours - like he grabs you in it and then u end up going round 2 but your only in that and hes still naked and fuck,,, and maybe fans are like later,, bro that's his blazer shes wearing,,,

Ok I'll stop I wish I could write it myself but I'm shit at smut that blazer just gave me thoughts,,,,

-🌸

wait, will you write it?? 🥺 you could try, it sounds lovely, also did u post more fics??? let me know when you do!!

pls sjsbbdjdjd wearing his scent and blow his mind while feeling cuddled by it, and his sleepy fluffy face, puffy cheeks, flushed face and small eyes but yet so pure of love for you, and you just waking up first, still feeling a bit lacking of affection, like that needy most of people has to be too close to someone after too many drinks and you knew he was the same way, and hugging his blazer that is on you before you start placing wet kisses across his face and neck until he stretches and pulls you into his arms until he has you lying on top of him, rubbing against his warm, inviting body as he grabs your waist or pulls you by the blazer to bring you closer to him between grunts but not before showering you with compliments about how you wore it better than he ever could wear it. and please going to the door and having him pull you by the waist mumbling for you to ignore the door while kissing your shoulder but you going there anyway and just feeling small in front of victoria, who would be looking at you funny, trying to hide inside your boy blazer that would certainly be quite big on you since it's already quite baggy on thommy... and the jokes about it as she enters the room to get what she needs and thomas is covering his waist down until later in the day would be endless ...but you would just be happy beans about it honestly!! but then just laying down and letting him dive into you after that while your legs are wearing his shoulders like your a glasses would be, huh, pure paradise, and you're just too into smashing hands into his blazer to keep yourself from moving too hard and let your boy do his work just right without you being a needy brat... and alsooooo getting to see fans spreading cute photos of you drunk together, sharing sweet smiles, kisses, looking and you getting on tiptoes just so he can grab your face for a kiss would a thing and you'd just decide to keep the blazer to yourself as a memory gift!

i love it babe!!! 🥺

#maneskin talk #måneskin #thomas raggi #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi smut #fanfic #reader insert

[creativecornersonmarz]

To Win A Heart ~Chapter 1~

"And so I told him-!"

"I'm sorry, but was there a point to this story Remus?"

"Uh... Yeah, I think so."

"You think so?"

"Well, like-"

"Remus, we're supposed to be working on this project!"

"What project?"

"The one that you came to my house for! You know, so we could finish?"

"Oh. What project was that again?"

Dee sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He doesn't understand why he puts up with Remus. Maybe it's because he's the only person willing to hang out with him, or it could be he's also another one of the only people that also possess memories of their time with Virgil.

Whatever it was, was it really worth this?

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I completed my half of the project like, three days ago."

Wait, what?

"What do you mean you finished your part three days ago?"

"Exactly what I said. I finished it three days ago."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Well I just assumed you knew."

"And why would I know?"

Remus shot the his partner a look. Then smirked. Then scooted the slightest bit closer to him, their arms lightly brushing against each other.

"Because you're smart like that! :)"

Dee blushed, pushing the idiotic teen away.

"Whatever. But I want to see what you did. I don't want it ending like last time."

"Aw... But last time was so fun!"

"Last time was a total wreck."

"Dee I'm home!"

"HI THOMAS!!!"

"Oh... Remus! Hi."

Maaybe he hung with Remus cause he knew his father wasn't particularly fond of him?

Thomas walked into Dee's room, his smile slightly faltering as his eyes landed on Remus.

"Um, are you staying with us for dinner tonight Remus?"

Said teen shrugged, turning to face Dee's father. "I mean, I guess? Just let me tell my comrade."

A few texts later, Remus smiles, looking at Thomas, creating awkward eye contact.

"He said it's cool."

Thomas cringed, heading into the kitchen

"Alright I'll get started cooking."

Dee chuckled, calling out to his dad, "Don't hurt yourself to much! We all know how stressful cooking can be!"

"It was one time Dee!"

"Keep telling yourself that!"

With a sigh, he turned back to his laptop, typing a few things before groaning and slamming it shut. Remus gave him a confused look, not normally used to his best friend suddenly snapping. Dee just put his laptop away mumbling a quick, "I'll finish it at school," before flopping down upon his bed.

"What's wrong snakey? Little snakey snake. Little snake that slithers-"

"Why do you think Virgil left?"

Remus stopped his ranting of snakes, caught off guard by the sudden question.

"Like, was it something I did? Was- was it the fights? Did he just hate us from the start? What if-"

"Dee," Remus put his hand on his friends arm in a comforting manner, causing Dee to stop his rambling, "It's not your fault. Life just had other plans. Either that or there was some weird ass snake in his butt, am I right?"

The older male chuckled, honestly not expecting any more than he was given. "Maybe you are right."

"Boys, dinners ready!"

The two boys got up off the bed and went downstairs to the dining table.

"What is this?" Remus asked, pointing to a bowl of practically mush set in front of his seat.

"It's mashed potatoes. What? You think I got the kind of money for a feast?"

Remus looked around at the three bedroom, two bathroom, decent sized yard, big kitchen, two story house and back at Thomas.

"No, I think you just don't got the skill." He shrugged sitting down, not noticing the offended expression Thomas made.

"Remus!" Dee hissed, lightly punching his friends arm.

"Donkey!" He replied, taking a bite of the supposed "Mashed Potatoes".

"mmmMMMmmm! This- this is really good Thomathy!"

Thomas looked at Remus, clearly confused. "It is?"

"No, but I was just trying to be a good house guest.

"Oh..."

"Yeah."

Dee coughed awkwardly, getting up from his seat.

"Well Remus, I think it's about time we take you home huh?"

"But I'm not done-!"

"You can take it to go. Right dad?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

Dee smiled, taking Remus' bowl and covering the top with saran wrap.

"Where are the car key?"

"By the door!"

"K, thanks, be back in a bit!"

"Alright! You get home safely Remus!"

"Can't promise anything Thommy!"

The two rushed out of the house as Dee pushed Remus through the door.

"What the hell was that?"

"Was what?" Remus questioned, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Just- why do you have to make things so awkward all the time?!"

"Well I didn't think it was awkward..." Remus grumbled, glaring out the window and crossing his arms.

A sorry look was apparent on Dee's face for a moment, then gone the next.

"I- look, I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just, it's been stressful-"

"Ever since Virgil left. I know Dee, I know. You tell me everytime."

Dee chuckled bashfully, a light pink blush visible on his face. Remus smiled wide, happy to be the one to have put that smile on his face.

"Well, uh, we're here."

Opening the car door, Remus got out, and waved goodbye. Or, that would've happened if he remembered to take his seatbelt off first.

It was more like, Remus opened the door, forgetting to take his seatbelt off and attempted getting up, but ended up banging his head against his seat.

"Oof!"

"Get out."

"Right, right!" He took his seatbelt off, getting out the car. "Bye, bye Dee Dee!"

Before Dee could yell at him for the nickname, Remus slammed the door closed, and went up to his apartment.

He burst through the door, scaring Roman who was just walking past it.

"I'M HOME!"

"GO AWAY!"

"YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME, BROTHER DEAREST!"

"REMUS, I THOUGHT YOU WERE STAYING AT THOMAS' FOR DINNER!" Joan yelled, walking into the hallway where both boys were in.

"WELL, I WAS, BUT DEE DIDN'T WANT ME TO STAY, SO HE TOOK ME HOME! OH, AND I BROUGHT THE FOOD-"

The mash potatoes.

Remus searched his pockets, then checked outside the door.

They weren't there.

"I THINK I LEFT MY FOOD IN DEE'S CAR!"

"OMG, STOP YELLING!"

"MAKE ME!"

"BOYS! CHILL!"

"TELL HIM TO!" They yelled in unison, glaring at each other afterwards. Until Remus erupted in a fit of giggles.

"Alright, I'mma get the Doritos from the fridge, y'all's eat that and uh, get ready for the sleepy times for school tommorow." Joan said, walking into the kids kitchen and getting the Doritos.

"But tommorow's Saturday?" Roman questioned, taking a handful of Doritos and eating them.

"I sAiD, gEt ReAdY fOr Ze SlEePy TiMeS, fOr ScHoOl ToMmOrRoW!"

Taking the whole bag of Doritos and ignoring Roman's heartbroken cry at the loss of food, Remus waltzed into his room, jumping on his bed and getting his phone out.

One Notification

It was a message from Dee.

Snake in my butt: Hey idiot, you left your food in my car.

*Image* (It's an image of Dee eating Remus' food, like a good friend.)

Dukey: i know

Snake in my butt: Oh. Ok, gn.

Dukey: happy resting

Snake in my butt: Wtf?

Giggling, Remus pulled out his laptop, typing a letter to his dear pen pal.

Dearest Friend,

      Today, was, fun. I got to go to my friends ends house, you know? The snake one. Yeah, anyways, like, bitch totally ate my food and now I'm stuck here eating Doritos and being bored.

                                           With loving hate,

                                                        Remus

P.S. My brothers hot. (I swear it's not RemRom related. If you don't understand the reference, pls don't kill me.)

#roman sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #sander sides #patton sanders #tw remus #remus sanders #remy sanders #remile #tw demus #demus #deceit sanders #tw deciet

[littlebitoffanfic]

Lucky To Have You

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Characters: Thomas, Charlie Relationship: Thomas/reader Request: could you write some leatherface from The beginning? Maybe the readers there when he kills the boss and she runs to tell Charlie. Maybe the reader kisses Thomas but angst ensues? Sorry if its too much You were running, your heart beating hard in your chest and your feet were sore and probably bloody. Just like your front. You wore a black shirt with a pencil skirt. It was what was expected of an administrative manager at a business. Even if that business was closing down. You had taken your heels off over a mile ago as you sprinted back to the only place you could think to go. The Hewitt residents. You needed to warn them, to tell them what he had done. Not because they should be worried, but because they needed to know. The sheriff would probably be out looking for them now. You saw the house come into view, the paint flaking off some parts. You pushed yourself the final distance and climbed up the front steps to started banging on the door. “Damn, where the fire!” Charlie cried out from inside before opening the door. He saw the state of you and his face dropped. While Charlie had never been the kindest to Thomas, he was to you. You had moved to an orphanage in the local town when you were very young and had grown up here. You were bullied because you had no parents so everyone said no one loved you. But that was how you met Thomas because that was exactly what the kids said about him. his family soon became your family as well and, in time, you grew into an intelligent young woman. But when the orphanage closed down, you were 16 years old. You ended up getting a job at the meat factory as a administrative assistant because you studied admin in school. It allowed you to rent a small cottage just outside the village near the hewitts. They helped you a lot. Even when they barely had enough food for themselves, they gave you some. It was your job that allowed you to persuade the boss to give Thomas a job. But today had been the last day before the factory closed down. “What happened to yah?!” Charlie took you by the elbows and pulled you inside. “Its-its Thomas. Hes in trouble.” You told him, tears running down your cheeks. “Woah, woah. Whats going on?” Charlie tried to comfort you but he was slightly drunk and snapped a little. You knew how he was though, so thought nothing of it. “You know how it was our last day today? Well, earlier, Thomas was still working. He didn’t want to leave. The boss sent one of someone down to tell him to leave. I think he must have said something to Thomas. I don’t know though. I was in the back office. I just came out as Thomas was staring at him. But he walked right by him and I thought everything was fine. Then I was in the main office with our boss, and he mentioned Thomas. He called him a retard. I yelled at him not to call Thomas that, but he turned round and called me a stupid bitch. That was when Thomas came into the office. I think he might have been standing there for longer. But he had this-this sledge hammer. Our boss turned his back to us and started talking about you all. He called you stupid for staying here. That must have pushed Thomas over the edge. He swung the hammer. I don’t know what happened next, it all happened so quickly. But the next thing I knew, our boss was trapped under the table with his legs broken and Thomas was walking over to me. He pushed me out of the room and closed the door. Then I heard screaming. Charlie, I-I think he killed him!” You rambled, shaking furiously as you watched Charlie take in the information. “You think Thommy is a murderer?” Charlie suddenly asked, watching your reaction carefully. “No! God no! But someone will find the body. We have to go get that body. He was just protecting you.” You explained. “Protecting the family.” Charlie nodded to himself, his mind working fast. “Charlie?” You asked, hearing him let out a ‘hmm’. “We need to find him before the police do.” A knock came at the door and you turned around. You could see the outline of the sheriffs uniform and you let out a gasp. You felt someone wrap their arm around your wrist. “keep calm. We’ll sort this out.” Charlie whispered in your ear before walking to the door. Your ears were ringing so you didn’t catch exactly what was being said. But then Charlie called for you to come too and you realised the sheriff wanted Charlie and you to help calm Thomas down when they found him. You were surprised to see Charlie going along with this. But then you noticed him wink at you when the sheriff turned his back. The sheriff didn’t seem to care about your tattered appearance as the three of you got into the police car. You got into the back seat, allowing Charlie the front. You watched lazily out the window as he started to drive. You didn’t really know where your mind would wonder until you zoned back in to what the Sheriff was saying. “I often ask myself, 'What makes a man a killer?”. ‘maybe if you weren’t such an asshole to him, he wouldn’t have hurt a fly.’ You thought, your eyes rolling in your socket as you leaned your forehead against the window. “If you raised that retard right...you and me, we ain't taking this drive right now.” You were about to jump out your seat and rip his throat out when Charlie spoke for the first time. “He ain't retarded, he's misunderstood.” Charlie scolded, making the sheriff fall silent. You reached forward between Charlies seat and the car and rubbed his upper arm. Even though Charlie could be mean and angry, he was loyal. “Holy shit. There he is.” The sheriff called out and you looked up to Thomas walking in the same direction as the car. You frowned, wondering why he wasn’t heading home. “Hes going to your house.” Charlie mumbled, and you felt your heart break. It was something normal between you and Thomas. The two of you barley spent a night without each other in the same house. You would stay with him in their spare room and the same if he stayed with you. You were sometimes confused by yours and Thomas’ relationship. Some time you were close, almost enough to become lovers, but then you were friends. You loved Thomas deeply and assumed that, if anything was going to happen, it would happen in time. “Stay here.” The sheriff started to say but you bolted out the door and ran to Thomas. “Thomas.” You called out, a shiver running down your spin when you saw him carrying the chainsaw covered in blood. You were surprised when you felt a rush of lust as well. Why was it that you were turned on by him being covered in blood and carrying that weapon with such ease. Thomas froze when he heard your voice, probably hearing the fear in your voice as well. You ran and skidded to a stop in front of him. “Are you okay?” You asked, your eyes skimming over the blood on him but a nod from him assured you none was his own. He reached out and gently touched your cheek, silently returning the question. You smiled at the contact and smiled at him, nodding. You were pulled from the sweet moment by the Sheriff calling out a command for Thomas to put down the weapon. Thomas and you looked back to see the sheriff was pointing his gun at the two of you. Thomas reached out and pulled you so he was directly in front of you, away from the gun. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his front. You were shaking hard and fear was gripping your every nerve. “I think we got a problem, Sheriff.” Charlies voice sent a comforting vibe through your body. But then you glanced past Thomas to see Charlie holding a shot gun. he then pulled the trigger. You jumped and felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you hard against Thomas’ chest. He held you close and secure till he was sure you were going to be safe. But you pulled away and ran around past him and to the sheriff. Charlie waltzed over. “Shit, I just killed the whole fuckin' sheriff's department!" he yelled to you and Thomas before you saw him dip his finger into the blood from the wound and licked his finger. You heard Thomas walk up behind you but your eyes were glued on Charlie. You had to move things along. “We should get him off the road. Anyone could come along.” You looked up and down the road to double check and then back. Charlie was looking at you strangely. “What?” “Just thinkin’ Thomas is damn lucky to have you.” He chuckled before moving to hook one arm under the sheriffs shoulder. You didn’t hesitate running to the other side and mirroring his actions as Thomas got the feet. The three of you managed to get the sheriff into the trunk of his car. Charlie walked around to the drivers side while you climbed in the back, assuming Thomas would take the passengers side. But he walked around the car and go into the back seat with you. You couldn’t help but smile as at him despite the pounding head ache that was now very painful. You lay across the back seat to place your head on his lap and you closed your eyes. You felt his large hand playing with your hair as you started to drift in and out of sleep. maybe you were crazy for everything that had happened. You wouldn’t argue with anyone if they said you were. But he was your family. Actually, he was more than that. You loved him, furiously. ------timeskip--------- You awoke in the spare bedroom at the Hewitts which was really your bedroom now. you sat up, rubbing your head and wondering what had happened. It was dark out. It all came flooding back to you. The boss. The sheriff. A chainsaw. Guns. Murder. you were quickly to your feet and dashing down stairs to make sure every one was okay. You came to the foot of the stair to see Luda Mae walking down the hall way. “You okay, sweetie?” She asked, reaching out and cupping one of your cheeks. You smiled. “Yes, sorry. I just had to make sure everything was okay.” You answered. Luda nodded before taking your hand. “Dinners just about ready. And Charlie wants everyone at the dinner table.” She started to guide you into the dining room. You sat beside Luda with Monty at the other side of the table. He nodded at you, making sure you were okay. You nodded just as Charlie came through to stand at the top of the table. You frowned for a second, wondering what he was wearing when the truth hit you like a train. The sheriffs uniform. You glanced a Luda and, once seeing she was calm, you calmed as well. Charlie leaned on the table, taking command of your attention as he start to speak. “That slaughter house meant more to this town that those fools will ever know. It’s a matter of time now before the towns overrun with bikers and hippies. Us, we’re staying right here. We will never abandon the place of our birth. We’re on our own now, people. And alone, we will rise above it all. People may not remember what we say here tonight, but they sure as shit gonna remember what we did. Thanks to the good Sheriff here.” Charlie placed his hands on either side of the pot of stew on the table. You, luda and Monty frowned before the realization dawned on your faces at the same time. “We arent gonna go hungry tonight. As a matter of fact, we aint ever going to starve again.” The three of you looked up in horror are Charlie as he started to dish out the stew. You realized very quickly that your face of horror was more to copy luda that actual disgust. You werent… against eating the asshole that called Thomas a retard. Your head lulled to the side as you glanced at the doorway, seeing a shadow move there. Thomas. “Charlie!” Ludas voice snapped you back. “Say grace first.” She scorned him and you almost smiled. “Mama, I told you now, Charlie is dead. Its Hoyt now. Sheriff Hoyt.” Charlie… Hoyt seemed to beg Luda rather than demand but he closed his eyes and recited grace before finishing up dishing out the stew and handing it around. He passed two to you so you placed one at the seat at the opposite head of the table from Charlie for Thomas, who was still hovering in the hall. You looked up at him and smiled. “Thomas, You get in here. Sit and have dinner like a normal family.” Luda called out without looking up from her bowl. Thomas was quick to obey his mother and came into the dining room. He pulled back the chair and took a seat, his eyes trained on the bowl in front of him. He, like you, didn’t seem disgusted by it. In fact, he looked like it was making his mouth water. You wondered why he wasn’t eating but then his eyes came up to look at you, silent asking if you were okay. You were surprised he didn’t look to Luda, his mother, to see if she disagreed with it. You glanced around, noticing Hoyt was staring at you and you quickly realized something. Of everyone at this table, you didn’t belong completely. You werent from here. This wasn’t your birth place. But you needed to prove you did. You picked up your spoon, making sure your hand didn’t shake as you dipped the spoon into the bowl. You scooped up some stew, meat and vegetables and raised it to your mouth. Another quick glanced showed they were all waiting on you to try it first. You opened your lips and placed the spoon in your mouth, sealed your lips and dragged the spoon out. You were surprised at how good it tasted, even letting out a little ‘hm’. You chewed and swallowed. “How is it?” Monty asked. “Its-its actually rather nice. Like beef stew.” You looked at him and saw the corner of his lip tug up as he started to eat. With that, Charlie and Luda started to eat and you took your second spoon full. You looked over to Thomas, who was staring intently at you. The others were too engrossed in the food to notice the two of you. You reached out and placed a hand on his knee, squeezing slightly. He reached down and grabbed your hand, taking you by surprise at his sudden actions. But then he squeezed your hand and you could just see the top of his cheeks rise under his mask, meaning he was smiling. You smiled back before the two of you started to eat. --------------------time skip------------------- After that first meal, everything fell into place for the family. The first couple of kills were harder than normal because everyone was still getting used to things but it quickly fell into a routine. you were currently walking back from the shop after Luda took over your shift. You were lucky Luda was able to offer you work at the little shop. Charlie was out patrolling and Monty was somewhere. After his incident where he lost his legs, he had been a bit secluded but assured you he was okay. You couldn’t blame him from some resentment toward Hoyt. you were nearly back to the Hewitt’s when someone burst out the front door, running. They were covered in blood. God, they couldn’t get away! They would tell. You started to run at them. Luckily, he was too preoccupied with looking back over his shoulder to noticed you. You ran up to him, knocking straight into him as you took handfuls of his bloody shirt and spun him. The two of you fell to the ground with a ‘oft’ just as Thomas came running out the door. You quickly moved to get the upper hand, kneeling one knee on his arm as you reached to stop the other. But he was too quick and you were slapped with an open palm across the face. You let out a gasp as you felt backwards slightly. “You fucking bitch! Do you know what you have done!” He screamed just as Thomas grabbed him by his feet. He struggled, kicking and twisting while trying to get away. you looked up to see Thomas was staring at you with wide, apologetic eyes as he pulled the man back to the house. You followed, your hand over your cheek as it started to pulse with pain. The man started grabbing at the railings as he was pulled up the stairs. You raised your foot up and brought it down on his hand, making him let out a scream of pain. You followed the two down to the basement, noticing how dirty Thomas was. Maybe dirty wasn’t the right word. He was covered in blood. His shirt and tie splattered and his apron covered. His sleeves were rolled up. You couldn’t explain why you were so attracted to him when he was like this. In truth, you were attracted to him all the time, but this was more. It was lust as well. Thomas was able to get him down the basement rather easily before lifting him onto the work bench. The man was still struggling against Thomas as he tried to restrain him. You knew you couldn’t just sit back so you picked up a heavy pole and brought it down on the man’s head. Not hard enough to kill him or knock him out, but hard enough to cause him to lull in and out of consciousness, allowing Thomas to secure him down and tape his lips. With that taken care of, Thomas turns and walks up to you. He reaches out and gently traces his fingers over the cheek you had been slapped. You closed your eyes, trying to not wince. You couldn’t be this close to him when he was like this. You needed to get out before you did something stupid. But when you opened your eyes, he was staring down at you with such care and love, you couldn’t stop yourself. You went up on your tip toes and pulled his mask down. Before he could protest, you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. You had seen him without his mask thousands of times. Not really recently, or in the last 3 years, but you didn’t care. You loved him. You finally allowed yourself to admit it while you kissed him. The next thing you knew, you were being pushed away. Thomas, who had still had his hand on your cheek, used this and pushed your head away before stumbling back. You fell to the side, your hand coming up to cover your cheek again. Why did this hurt more than actually being slapped? You stared at the floor, your heart beating hard against your chest as your eyes filled with tears and your cheeks glowed red with embarrassment. He had pushed you away. you squeezed your eyes shut as tears ran down your cheek and you let out a small sob. You were shaking, rather violently. You hadnt shaken the night you had eaten human flesh. You hadnt cried when you had been slapped across the face. You hadnt felt so scared when you had seen Thomas kill people. You opened your eyes to see Thomas started to creep towards you, his hands outstretched, but you pulled away. You turned away and ran up the stairs. ----------timeskip-------- The family hadnt seen you in just over 2 weeks and they knew something was wrong. Thomas was a lot more angrier and reclusive than normal and you absents had not gone unnoticed. Henrietta was the only one of the family who seemed to be keeping close with you. She assured the family she had been speaking to you and that you were safe and well. But even she knew something was wrong. She had come over for tea today and was determined to ask you. But she didn’t noticed the figure following her to your door, not did she or you hear him come in once the two of you were settled at your kitchen table. “Please, we’re all worried about you.” Henrietta reached across the table and took your hand. “I know, I know. Im sorry. I-I just needed some time away.” You explained, holding back tears as she squeezed your hand. “Some time away from what?” She asked, her big eyes offering you some comfort you needed. “I did something. And I-I just need to…” You trailed off, unsure what you were trying to say. “he really misses you, you know.” Henrietta suddenly said and you instantly knew who she was talking about. “I know..” Was all you could say as your eyes welled with tears. “What happened?” She asked, her voice soft and welcoming and you knew you couldn’t lie to her. “I kissed him.” You whispered, looking at her. You saw her eyes widen but then a smile came to her lips. “Oh, that’s amazing!” She started to praise but you shook your head. “No, no, not its now. He pushed me away. He had his hand on my cheek and he physically pushed my face away, Henrietta.” You broke down, sobbing into your hands. She quickly moved around the table to wrapper her small figure around you. “Come on, baby doll. Its okay.” She tried to calm you but you were having none of it. “No, its not. I…I love him. And Im such a fucking idiot because he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. I ruined any sort of friendship we had when I kissed him.” You sobbed into your hands, shaking your head. “But he loves you back! Everyone knows it.” Henrietta said as she hugged you. You looked up at her only to see her eyes were on something in the hallway. You follow her gaze and you felt the world around you crumble. There, in the hallway, was Thomas. You sat up, pulling away from Henrietta and turned away, your back to Thomas. Clasping a hand over your mouth, you tried to stifle any sound coming from your sobs. Had he heard what you had said? The last 2 time you had seen him, you had kissed him and now confessed that you loved him. You didn’t want to face him. You couldn’t face him. Standing up from your seat, you moved quickly. You saw Henrietta try to reach out and grab your wrist but you were too fast. You darted for the back door in the kitchen. You were thankful you hadnt locked it. Pulling it open, you left. ---------------------------time skip -------------------- You dragged your feet as you walked back to your house. It was 10pm and you had left your home 4 hours ago. You had walked around the surrounding forest, not really going anywhere but not wanting to go home. But then it started to get dark and you knew you would get lost or worse. Walking up the door, you saw your kitchen light was still on. You really really hoped Henrietta wasn’t still there. And Thomas wouldn’t have stayed this late considering Luda liked having him home for dinner. You opened the door while holding your breath and, much to your dismay, Thomas was pacing the kitchen. He looked like he was waiting on the worst news possible but when he heard the door open, he jumped and spun around to see you. He darted over to you, making sure you were okay as you entered the kitchen, shutting the door over. You had to fight back the tears and you kept your mouth tightly closed. He placed his hand on your cheek, a gesture you knew was meant to ask you how you were, but your mind flashed back to that day when you kissed him and you flinched at the contact. Thomas retracted his hand like he had been burnt. He backed away a couple of steps before seeming to remember something and ran to the table, grabbing a piece of paper off the table and offering it to you. You took it as you shot him a curious look. Instantly, you recognized Henrietta’s writing but glancing down to the bottom, you saw it was Thomas’s name it was signed from. It was a letter to you. “Henrietta wrote this but its from you?” You asked, just to make sure you were right. As Thomas nodded, you walked over to the table, trying to stay calm. You knew it was a technique Thomas used a lot. When he needed something or needed to speak to someone, he’d get one of his family, normally you, Luda or Henrietta, to write a letter. It was always watched over by him and he would try his best to make sure everything was what he would say if he could speak. His writing had never been the neatest and he only wrote in capitals so he found a calming nature to letter that were nicely written. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. You expected the letter to say that he only saw you as a friend, to maybe apologies for pushing you away but he doesn’t like you in that way. The worse part of this was that Thomas would be watching you the entire time. “[y/n], I have loved you since we were children.” Instantly, you took a deep breath, unable to control the tears that rushed to your eyes and spilled over your eyes and down your cheeks. You never thought anyone could love you. But you were a realist. This must be leading to a ‘but’. So you read on: “[y/n], I have loved you since we were children. You are my everything. You are my family and my best friend. I don’t have to hid from you but I want to hid you. I want to keep you safe. But more than anything else, I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. I love you. -Thomas.” You raised your hand to cover your mouth as you read, unable to hold back the sobs that were leaving your throat. Raising, you grasped the letter against your chest and turned to Thomas, who looked like he was afraid of what you would say. “you love me?” You asked in barley a whisper. He moved forward as he nodded. As he got closer, you saw dark bag under his eyes. “I love you too.” You smiled despite the tears in your eyes. Thomas took long stride to close the gap between you before he grabbed your arms and pulled you against him, leaned down and kissed. He felt like he had finally let go as you kissed back, unable to resist the man you fell in love with touch. You moved your hands to his chest as you gently kissed him, unable to stop the moan that left your throat, but you didn’t care. It was better than a sob. his hands loosened on your arms, seemingly scared your would run away, and they moved to wrap around you. You loved being engulfed in his embrace. He always made you feel so small in comparison but you were glad he never used his height to intimidate you unless the two of you were messing about. You were the first to pull back for air. You reached up and place a hand on his cheek, running your thumb over the bags below his eyes. “You havent been sleeping well.” You said out loud. To your surprise, Thomas smiled as he raised his hand to cover your own. His hands were massive compared to yours. Taking his other hand, you guided him into the living room. He instantly understood and sat down with you by his side. You cuddled into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close as he occasionally pressed soft kisses to your forehead. Even though you drifted off rather quickly, Thomas stayed awake for a while. Charlie was certainly right about one thing. He was lucky to have you.

#Texas Chainsaw Massacre #tcm #Thomas Hewitt/reader #texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #leatherface #leatherface x reader

[flippyspoon]

The comment that Karen/Billy would be hot really nails the coffin for me for gay Billy. Even if they were joking about Karen/Billy and that’s not gonna happen, if they secretly knew Billy was gay they wouldn’t even say that. So RIP I guess. Didn’t have much hope to begin with but I sort of thought maaaaybe they’d let Billy be gay but not Harringrove

It’s so similar to what happened with this dickhead on Downton Abbey that I can’t believe I got sucked in again lmao.

We really thought he might be gay even after S3 but then we were also shipping him with Thomas Barrow who was canonically gay. But it’s weirdly similar! Down to Jimmy saying “she’s not my type” about a girl and then having this flirtation/banging an older woman. 

Maybe because of that I’ve had zero expectation of Billy actually being gay. I just don’t want him to be more evil. Ugh. Anyway you did not ask for this Downton talk I’m just saying. The Thommy people get me lol.

#harringrove for ts #thommy for ts

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

When i was a child, I was told I needed to have empathy for thommy beating me over my white accent now, because his whole home was broken into

At what age does it stop bothering him? When does he get over it and accept that his dad lives in his dads ranch. Be was told that he could move back in in 2015 even when he say me driving a blue or black hatchback with 4 FBI officers in the back

He was speaking full white accent and I told him calmly and that he had raped me and that he was delusional about why I was of he did not think i was sarak and I didn't beat him

And he was still looking for my accent. My family REALLY GETS IT. All the preds love saraks accent so much they want to miss her immediately as well. What college education or job is an accent going to get me when thommy can't even pay for rape

He can go drive out there any day becsuse if he actually followed his dad's trial he would know it was always his. OJ never actually lost the home, thommy just kept claiming that he wanted to be famous and knew how and didn't give a fuck about me when met with other people. Bevause the people I was trying to get him to say no to, already knews what fame was and I didn't want to he famous with my white accent. Then he would berate me to stay there until I cried. He thought I was an autistic girl with my white accent. So if I cried he'd stop and say he's walk me to safety, tell the others he'd catch up.

Then as I was playing decor sarak to get drunk thommy to leave, he attempted to lead me to one drink for the night and then to the bathroom to throw it up. Because he knew sarak didn't do that shit.

But Sarah in her white accent deserves bullying and donkey punches...

Last two weeks ago when he finally agreed that Sarah could be the person she already is by body to white house protected birth documents, he admitted that he does sometimes take pills and tabby type ones and would stop if that's what actually keeps happening

He couldve listened to getting banged up to a get walls by a few pepaws while claiming he didn't know what they were mad about

It is in fact not normal for a man to get questioned as long as Thommy does in order to be in a bed with the person he claims constant marriage to abroad. It is in fact not normal at all.

[henry-marchbanks]

Thommy Shelby!

thanks!

TOMMY SHELBY!!!!! ( I still need to catch up on the most recent season)

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: his loyalty worst quality: i don’t know?ship them with: gracebrotp them with: his family!needs to stay away from: (having not watched the newest season, not sure)misc. thoughts: i love tommy. his loyalty to his family is everything!

send me a character!

#ask

[incorrectthomasbarrowquotes]

And this is me doing the Titanic pose on the ship. And, oh, that's me getting rescued after I fell in.

Thomas showing Jimmy the pictures he took while being in America with Lord Grantham.

#source: the big bang theory #thomasbarrow #thommy #thomas barrow #thomas #mr Barrow #Barrow #mr kent #jimmy Kent #downton abbey #incorrectdowntonquote #incorrect downton quotes #Downton Abbey Season 4 #Thomas trip to America #incorrect Thomas Barrow quotes #rob james collier #ed speleers #thommy love #funny #titanic #pose #photo

[theart2rock]

Bang Your Head 2018 - Review Teil 1

Schon wieder ist es vorbei, das Bang Your Head Festival 2018 in Balingen. Es war die Jubiläumsausgabe, 20 Jahre Bang Your Head als Open-Air. Kaum eine Ausgabe dieses gemütlichen Festivals, wo auch ich mehr Freunde antreffe als an irgendeinem anderen Festival, stand im Vorfeld  mehr zur Diskussion als diese Ausgabe. Ich gebe zu, nicht alles wurde optimal kommuniziert, vieles liess Raum für Spekulationen offen, vorallem dieses «End of an Era» Ding ein paar Tage vor Festivalbeginn. Am meisten jedoch stand die Bandauswahl in der Kritik, vor allem die Wahl der Headliner. Headliner die teilweise im Verlauf des Jahres zum Status hochgehoben wurden. Ich geb zu, ich hab mich auch ein wenig gewundert darüber, rückblickend kann ich aber nur sagen, alles richtig gemacht. Da gibt es aber später noch ein paar Zeilen mehr dazu. Für mich haben aber auch in den letzten Jahren die Headliner zwar eine Rolle gespielt aber eher eine untergeordnete. So war es auch in diesem Jahr, dass ich das Mittelfeld am interessantesten fand. Da stehen Bands unterschiedlichster Stilrichtungen auf der Bühne, die sich gerade die Karriereleiter hochspielen und allenfalls später einmal ein solches Festival anführen werden. Schon die ersten Bestätigungen für die Ausgabe 2018 liess mich damals frohlocken, wurden damals mit Eclipse und Amorphis gleich zwei meiner absoluten Favoriten angekündigt. Alleine auch daran sieht man, dass ich mich absolut nicht auf eine Stilart beschränken möchte und genau deshalb finde ich das Bang Your Head so interessant und war nun auch schon zum elften Mal auf dem Messegelände zu Gast.

Der Donnerstag war auf dem Papier mein Favoritentag, hier spielten sie alle meine Favoriten. Keine Frage, dass ich schon früh morgens mit dem Shuttlebetrieb des Hotels von Messstetten nach Balingen gefahren bin. Nur dass ich dann gleich schon nach der Entgegennahme des Fotopasses nicht auch schon die erste Band verpasse. Schliesslich hat es sich hierbei um meine Landsmänner Black Diamonds gehandelt. Sie mussten kurzfristig einspringen, da sich Kickin’ Valentina noch in der selben Woche zerstritten hatten und ich vom Sänger trennen mussten. Mit Black Diamonds wurde aber ein mehr als würdiger Stellvertreter gefunden, die sichtlich Spass daran hatten die Jubiläumsausgabe zu eröffnen. Die Jungs wussten ihre Chance zu packen und füllten den Pit schon ganz ordentlich um bei bestem Wetter ihre Party steigen zu lassen. Der Funke sprang auch aufs Publikum rüber und wenn man dann noch ein «my life is fucking great» hört, dann weiss man da oben auf der Bühne steht der Spass an der Sache im Vordergrund. Sympathischer kann man ein Festival nicht eröffnen.

Frauenquote war als nächstes angesagt. Mit den Burning Witches stand eine reine Frauencombo auf der Bühne die wie die Black Diamonds ebenfalls aus der Schweiz kommen. Diesmal jedoch aus dem Kanton Aargau. Die Band ist noch relativ jung und haben gerade erst im letzten Jahr ihr Debutalbum veröffentlicht. Die fünf Mädels haben an der Bang Your Head Christmas Party ihren Platz am diesjährigen Festival quasi erspielt. Die müssen da sowas von überzogen haben, dass sie gleich den Platz abgeboten bekamen. Für viele Festivalgänger war es ein Augenschmaus was sie da auf der Bühne sahen, dementsprechend war auch hier der Pit gut gefüllt.  Musikalisch konnten mich die Burning Witches jedoch nicht abholen, für mich war vieles noch zu sehr austauschbar. Es hatte für mich einfach noch zu wenig Identität. Die Bewegungen waren für mich wie bei einer Choreografie Stunde einstudiert und zudem noch bocksteif, da müsste meiner Meinung nach noch dran gearbeitet werden. Ich will ihnen auch nichts unterstellen, wären aber hier statt fünf hübsche Mädels, fünf Jungs auf der Bühne, ich glaub nicht dass da in so kurzer Zeit soviel gegangen wäre.

Stageacting wie es sein muss, wurde dann aber von den nachfolgenden Finnen von Reckless Love geboten. Keine Frage eine der frühen Höhepunkte des diesjährigen Bang Your Head Festivals. Mit auch schon mehr als 15 Jahren Bandbestehen sind sie natürlich schon alte Hasen im Geschäft und wussten dies auch auf der Bühne umzusetzen. Spiellaune war den Jungs sichtlich anzumerken und Sänger Olli Herman wusste auch die Bühne in seiner kompletten Dimension auszunutzen. Selbst die Bassboxen am Boden waren nicht vor ihm sicher. So kam es dass er dann auch mal über die Köpfe der Security von Box zu Box sprang.

Als nächstes war eine meiner Lieblingsbands an der Reihe. Eclipse spielten im letzten Jahr noch in der Halle, wo sie die Hütte richtig rockten, 2018 war jetzt die grosse Bühne an der Reihe. Auch die Setlist war relativ ähnlich, nur gerade Vertigo und Black Rain wurden ausgetauscht. Was soll man sagen, Eclipse sind live eine Macht, sie schreiben gute Songs mit hohem Mitsing- und Hitpotential, was die Sache natürlich einfacher macht. Zudem haben sie mit Erik einen Frontmann der weiss wie man das Publikum packen kann. Für mich sind Eclipse eh eine der Bands, denen die Zukunft gehören wird. Die Stunde, die die Band zur Verfügung hatte, war leider viel zu schnell vorbei. Für uns Schweizer gibt es jedoch schon in knapp zwei Wochen erneut die Gelegenheit bei Battlegrounds die Band mit lautem «oho oh ohohoh» zu Begleiten. Es war ein weiterer grandioser Liveauftritt von Eclipse.

Dann wurde es lustig auf der Bühne. Die Piraten von Alestorm enterten die Bühne mit Gummiente und in feinstem Urlaubslook. Man muss die Band mögen, anders geht es nicht. Sie selbst nehmen sich schon gar nicht allzu ernst und was sie machen wohl auch nicht. Aber Alestorm funktionieren einfach besser bei einem Promillegehalt von höher 1. Deshalb hatten die Schotten mit ihrem Alkoholgeschwängerten Metal bei mir nicht richtig zünden können. Nach 23:00h hätte dies sicherlich anders ausgesehen. Zudem war es nun schon eine beachtliche Hitze und der flüssige Gerstensaft fand den Weg vom Mund direkt wieder zu den Poren raus. Stimmung kam trotzdem auf und gegen Schluss ging auch die Ente baden, sprich wurde ins Publikum rausgereicht und war vermutlich die erste stagedivende Gummiente in der Geschichte vom Bang Your Head.

Der Härtegrad wurde durch Alestorm ja schon gehörig nach oben geschraubt und mit den nachfolgenden Exodus gleich nochmals eine richtige Schippe nachgelegt. Wer solche Klassiker des Thrash Metals geschrieben hat wie Exodus muss sich auch keine Angst machen. Sänger Steve Souza hatte auch von Anfang an alles im Griff. Die Stimmung war exzellent und die Fäuste in der Luft und auch die bei Exodus doch zum Pflichtprogramm gehörenden Mosh Pits waren auszumachen.

Dann endlich meine absolute Wunschband des heutigen Tages, Amorphis. Doch was war das denn. Wo blieb Thommy’s Mikrofon? Nicht dass ich den Sound der finnischen Melodic Death Metal Band auf ein Mikrophon reduzieren möchte, es war aber für mich schon ein wenig ein seltsamer Anblick. Ich freute mich tierisch auf die Band, auch das neue Album ist extrem stark ausgefallen und sie spielten auch ein paar Songs davon. Nur heute hat mich die Band nicht in ihr ansonsten so geniales Klanguniversum reingezogen. Es war nicht nur das Optische (Mikro) was den Unterschied zu anderen Amorphis Gigs ausmachte, welche ich schon gesehen habe. Heute hat mir der Sound schon nicht gefallen. Vorallem das Schlagzeug war für mein Empfinden so ziemlich inexistent resp. so abgemischt, dass selbst die Waschmittelbox bei mir im Keller einen besseren Klang hat. Sehr schade den an der Performance der Band hat es nicht gelegen. So musste ich den Platz räumen um mein Bild einer genialen Band zu wahren und ging in die Halle.

Den darin spielte Refuge, ein weiteres Metalurgestein des deutschen Heavy Metal mit einem riesigen Fundus an unglaublich guten Rage Songs und neuem Refuge Material. Um das Konzert objektiv zu beurteilen, war ich zuwenig lange in der siedend heissen Halle, aber das Trio hatte die Menge im Griff, während den beiden Songs, die ich mitgekriegt habe. An der Mimik der Band zu urteilen, hatte die Band aber auch ihren Spass an der Sache und lieferte das volle Brett, beindruckend zu was für einer Wand ein Trio fähig ist.

Draussen auf der Open Air Bühne wurde es nun gegen Abend ein wenig kühler und Doro Pesch betrat die Bühne, was Einigen dann hormonmässig wieder einheizte. Ich glaub bei Ihr scheiden sich die Geister ein wenig, entweder man mag sie oder man mag sie nicht. Ich gehöre definitiv zur zweiten Garde. Ich kann mit ihrer Mucke einfach nichts anfangen, auch wenn All We Are eine Metalhymne ist wie sie im Buche steht. Für mich gibt es nur eine Metal Queen und die kommt aus Kanada und nicht aus Deutschland. Klar hat sie einiges für den Teutonen Stahl gemacht und war sicherlich Wegbereiterin für vielen Frauen im deutschsprachigen Heavy Metal Umfeld. Aber ich steh dazu, ich mochte sie noch nie und dies wird sich wohl auch nach dem heutigen Abend nicht ändern. Aber ich glaub dies wird sie verkraften können den vor der Bühne war mächtig was los. Doro hatte die Menge durchaus im festen Griff und ihre auf der Bühne ausgestrahlte gute Laune wirkte durchaus ansteckend auf die Anwesenden. Ich jedoch widmete mich nun einmal der Nahrungsaufnahme. Mit vollem Mund gröhlte ich dann natürlich noch All We Are mit. Hier fand Doro auch noch prominente Unterstützung in Form der Holy Moses Frontfrau Sabine Claasen.

Dann kam die Reihe an den ersten Headliner an diesem ersten Festivaltag. Europe, keine Frage eine grossartige Band wie ich finde, die ich schon etliche Male live gesehen haben. Jedoch bis auf die Hallenstadionkonzerte in den 80er Jahre nur noch in kleinen Hallen. Deshalb war ich wirklich sehr skeptisch ob sie am Bang Your Head mit diesem Status zurecht kommen werden. Immerhin kannten Europe das Festival schon und wussten was auf sie zukommt. Auch ich habe Joey Tempest und seine Jungs schon live hier am BYH gesehen, aber eben, «nur» als Vorabendband. Los ging es gleich mit dem Titelsong Walk The Earth vom neuen Album und ich wurde schon bald meine Bedenken los. Europe kann immer noch ein Festival anführen und zwar ziemlich souverän. Was mir besonders gefallen hat, die ausgewogene Songauswahl der Schweden. Selbst Songs von Wings Of Tomorrow fanden ihren Weg in die Setlist. Begeistert war ich von der Stimme von Joey Tempest, die auch nach all den Jahren immer noch genügend Druck bringt und dies auch bei seinem Laufprogramm welches er auf der Bühne abspult, alles ohne Ermüdungserscheinungen. Natürlich durfte der finale Countdown nicht fehlen. Fluch oder Segen für die Band keine Ahnung, aber bestimmt eine Nummer die auch die Ewigkeit überleben wird. Klar wurde hier nicht nur der Refrain lautstark mitgesungen, auch das düdüdü düüüü sorgte für etliche heisere Stimmen als der Open Air Teil um 23:00h fertig war und alles in die Halle verlagert wurde.

Ich selbst habe das Hallenprogramm heuer mehr oder weniger, bis auf wenige Ausnahmen, links liegen lassen. Auch weil die geilen Bands erst nach 23:00h spielten und ich mich da nicht unbedingt in eine eh schon überfüllte Halle zwängen wollte, obwohl da, mit Amaranthe, Crazy Lixx oder auch Crashdiet einige Bands spielten die ich mir gerne angesehen hätte. So zog ich mich zurück in den Schwane, mein Hotel, um mich dort mit meinen Kumpels über das erlebte des heutigen Tages auszulassen und noch ein paar Bierchen reinzukippen.

  Hier geht es zum Teil 2 des Berichtes

Bang Your Head 2018 – Review Teil 1 was originally published on The Art 2 Rock

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