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#weitergehen
lovejunkie97 · 1 month
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Alles, was einen Anfang hat, hat auch ein Ende, und meistens hat das, was ein Ende hat, auch eine Fortsetzung.
A. Peshewa
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Ab heut' nur noch die wichtigen Dinge, ab heut' nur noch leichtes Gepäck.
Denn eines Tages fällt dir auf, es ist wenig, was du wirklich brauchst.
Also nimmst du den Ballast und schmeißt ihn weg, denn es lebt sich besser, so viel besser mit leichtem Gepäck.
Silbermond - Leichtes Gepäck
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herzensschoene · 4 months
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Ich versuche bei mir und meinem zu bleiben. ICH habe mich dem gestellt! ICH bin nicht weggelaufen. ICH habe mich anders verhalten und mich nicht in meine alten Muster begeben. ICH habe angesprochen/geschrieben, was für Veränderungen und Verbesserungen ich mir erhoffe. Andere werden davon profitieren und das ist MEIN Verdienst, weil ich nicht still geblieben bin und einfach hingenommen habe!!!
Ich habe den üblichen Pfad verlassen und bin mutig in neue Pfade eingetreten.
DAS nehme ich mit!! DAS habe ich geschafft und mich gut damit gefühlt.
Nun ist das Ergebnis scheinbar (!!!) das gleiche wie in früheren (familiären) Situationen, und es tut mir weh, diesen Schmerz und die Sorgen und mir unbeantwortete Fragen aushalten zu müssen.
Aber: es wird weiter gehen! Und andere Möglichkeiten entstehen. Und meine Veränderung, meine Klarheit, kann mir keiner mehr nehmen!!
Ich bin echt und gerade. Die leider nicht. Was das angeht: nicht mehr mein Problem.
Es wird ganz gewiss GUT werden!!! Jemand anderes wird mich, meine Klarheit und meine Fähigkeiten zu schätzen wissen!!!!
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livingyourself · 2 years
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#ruhm #aufstehen #fallen #weitergehen #vorwärtsgehen https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDlkhRsRSD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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theoniprince · 4 months
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.:Growing Shadows:.
Dieses verdammte Geld. Dieses verdammte Geld... in dieser verdammten Sporttasche. Wieso erscheint Adam unerreichbar, wenn es um dieses verdammte Geld geht? Verdammt, Leo rennt. Leo rennt auf Adam zu, egal wie groß die Schatten werden.
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+ washi tape (weil ich die Ränder obviously versaute XD) ->
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miamordanipedrosa · 2 years
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:) -> :o -> :D
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Kann schon längst nicht mehr sagen, wie oft ich mir wünsche, nicht mehr da zu sein
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lgcxmax · 4 months
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Open Event 007 • Filming & Creation Solo
Max places his hands down onto the counter in determination, looking rather silly in his apron and neatly styled hair. He knows this is being filmed for content but he can't help but feel a little giddy and excited as his eyes dart from the kitchen staff to the staff filming him.
"So.. today is the day... we've gathered here to create a special meal for Eterval," he narrates in a calm voice while fighting the smile off his lips. Seeing the staff's reaction however he can't remain serious for long, letting up on his determined pose before turning back to the surrounding people in search for help.
"Honestly though- I was pretty lost on what to do. I'm still a little lost, I'll admit as much." His eyes drift back across the blank counter as he stares at various ingredients laid out before him and purses his lips into a thoughtful pout. "I want to do something with watermelons- that's what I know. Since it's the middle of summer and I want people to feel refreshed by what they order. I was thinking for drink a soda? Or an energy drink," his eyes sparkle as he proposes it, wondering if that would be a possibility. "I think I'd like to create my very own Watermelon Energy Drink. Do you think Mango and Watermelon would go well together as flavors?"
After some back and forth as he blends his ingredients together and got the fizzy drink before him, max can't help but feel content. "Okay! Now to find something matching to eat." Fingers under his chin he debates for a moment. "Do you reckon an ice cream bowl with fruit would be an overkill? If my birthday was in winter I'd probably attempt to introduce a german dessert called milk rice but I personally think it tastes better when it's hot. I think... frozen yoghurt is quite popular in summer where I come from. So what if we make bingsu out of frozen yoghurt with watermelon cubes and choco chips as toppings?! Would that work?"
His eyes are hopeful as he proposes his idea and his hands eager once he gets the go to try and create his own ideas. With some help and a lot of patience (that surely would be either speeded up or cut out completely), they manage to create the dish and have the idol taste test both. "Yes! This is it!"
Now with both drink and dessert sitting before him, he is back to square one with his hands on the counter, eyes darting from one thing to the other. He straightens again and points to the drink first. "This is... the M-ergizer. It's essentially a caffeinated Watermelon Soda, not too sweet and sure to refresh and energize you!"
Next he turns to the bingsu. "And this is the Fresh BoMb, with a capital M of course! It's a bingsu made out of frozen yoghurt topped with watermelon cubes and chocolate chips! I hope you enjoy both of these dishes as a present from me to Eterval when my birthday comes around. Thank you and I'll see you at the LGC Cafe on August 3rd! Good bye~" Hands clapped together as he gestures through his ending mend, he ends with an enthusiastic wave of both palms to the camera, sheepish smile on his lips.
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lovejunkie97 · 22 days
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Ich wünsche dir, dass du glücklich bist. Aber es tut so weh, dass du es ohne mich bist.
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epicwinsauce · 2 years
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俺最低だなあ…俺を好きだった女の人を断った事が恥ずかしいよ。
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Wenn einem mal wieder bewusst wird dass man den ganzen Rest seines Lebens irgendwie mit sich klar kommen soll obwohl man jetzt schon nicht weiß wie...
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diejager · 8 months
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Pairing: Kim “Horangi” Hong-Jin & König x fem!reader
Cw: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, cream pie, biting, marking, fluff, romantic/gentle sex?, Horangi being so gentle, Colonel König (he’s a warning by himself), tell me. If I missed any. wc: 0.8k
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Your back arched over the bed, toes curling with a high whine leaving your throat as you pushed his head away. Finger digging into Horangi’s black hair, pulling and pushing him from between your thighs. You squirmed and cried, body at the mercy of Horangi’s hunger, his tongue sloppily rolling your swollen clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside of your slick cunt.
“No more-!” You pleaded, tears falling from your lashes. “Please!”
His only response was to push a third finger in, curling them upwards, smirking smugly while he continuously hit your g-spot, bathing in your erotic mewls and toe-curling gasps. He hummed, his rough voice rumbling against your nub, the fat of his tongue lifting the hood to press your uncovered clit. You jolted, squealing in your dazed struggle to escape his torturous pleasure, thighs closing around his head and nails pulling the roots of his soft hair.
Your body tensed, your head thrown back with a drained-out moan, and the knot in your hot navel snapped. Horangi groaned, mouth leaving your clit to lap at your wet pussy, drinking up your slick from the source, thrusting his tongue inside of your warmth. When he pulled away, he stared at your gasping figure through his narrowed eyes, sucking his fingers one by one, giving you a show of how sexy and teasing the usually stoic and blunt Korean could be. You gave him a stuttered moan, sitting up with shaky limbs.
“You still have to stretch her for me, Horangi,” a deeper voice came from Horangi’s back, a warm palm cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. “Weitergehen.” [Go on]
Obeying König’s commanding tone, Horangi unbuckled his belt, sighing when his hard shaft bobbed once he lowered his briefs. Kneeling on the bed’s edge, he grasped your ankle and pulled, making you yelp. He slotted himself between your legs, grinding his leaking cock over your fold, slicking himself up. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, pressing kisses onto the sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder as his tip poked at your slit, prodding gently before he pushed in.
Your hands gripped his forearms, breathing softly as he pushed inch after inch in until he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping your ass as he snapped his hips. You curled into him with every thrust, hanging onto every sweetening word he mumbled to you. His loving pet names, his soft reassurance and his dirty compliments made you shake, the tips of your nerves burning with a blush that seemed louder than the beat of your erratic heart.
His hips stuttered when you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, bitting the smooth lobe of his ear, asking for more, the words mixed in the torrent of pleasure and ecstasy, drunk or high, you wanted him. He swore, muttering curses as his pace hastened, slamming into you. The loud squelch would’ve made you blush, flustered by how loud your coupling was if you weren’t so lost in your haze, hips bucking skyward and back curving, baring your throat to him. You raked your nails down his naked back and he groaned from both pain and pleasure.
“Come, Maus,” König’s familiar voice carried through your haze, his calming hand caressing the top of your head, fingers brushing your hair from your face while he urged you to your edge. “Meine süße Maus.”
Your body reacted to his command, it tensed and coiled, your limbs shook and your walls clamped around Horangi’s throbbing cock. He let out small moans, his pace growing sloppy with time, his hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you towards him, your harder nipples flush against his chest. You cried out his name, first Horangi then König’s, you shuddered as you came, your high bringing an end to Horangi’s thrusting. He cursed, rutting against you, hitting deeply as his throbbing cock spurted rope after rope of warm cum. He trembled, teeth clamped down on the skin of your shoulder. Horangi ground into you, shallowly thrusting his cum deeper while he panted, complimenting you with honeyed words.
You shared a moment of calm and clarity, taking in each other while you slowly rode off your high. It was a comforting and loving silence as if only you mattered to him in this world. A calm bubble that seemed to exclude König, but he wasn’t bothered by it, in fact, he welcomed such small moments of mundane love and normalcy in their hectic lives as KorTac operators. The Austrian sat on your left, his hand soothing the chills on Horangi’s back, it went up his back to hold your hand, intertwining your fingers as he brought it to his veiled lips. 
“You did well, Maus,” he kissed each of your knuckles, pulling his veil and balaclava up to bite the tips of your fingers, nipping you playfully. “Rest for now, then I’ll have you as I want.”
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deutsche-bahn · 5 months
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Meine Mutter wünschte sich vor ein oder zwei Jahren eine Alpakawanderung zum Geburtstag. Meinetwegen. Das ist eigentlich sehr in character für meine Mutter.
Ich hatte also von meinem Ausbildungsgehalt eine zweistündige Wanderung für vier Personen mitsamt Alpakas gebucht. Da meine Mutter im März Geburtstag hat standen wir bei fünf Grad Außentemperatur auf einem Hof in unserer Gegend. Sonntagmorgen, neun Uhr.
Meine Mutter, ihr Freund, mein Bruder und ich bekommen je ein Alpaka an die Leine. Eigentlich ganz süß, die Viecher. Wir gehen die ersten paar Meter bis zur Einfahrt des Hofes. Das Alpaka meiner Mutter bleibt stehen. Meine Mutter nimmt verwirrt Blickkontakt mit ihrem Alpaka auf. Es legt sich auf der Stelle hin.
Die restlichen Alpakas ziehen mit und legen sich prompt auf die Straße. Wir bekommen von der Besitzerin erklärt dass wir einfach nicht entspannt genug sind. Unsere Vibes sind zu schlecht für die Viecher.
Es dauert mehrere Minuten unsere Alpakas zum Weitergehen zu bewegen. Die nächste Stunde gestaltet sich als konstanter Wechsel aus ein paar Schritten vorwärts, bevor irgendeines der Alpakas sich frontal zu Boden schmeißt. Ich wünschte in diesem Moment, ich hätte meiner Mutter einen Amazon-Gutschein geschenkt.
Das Alpaka meines Bruders bleibt stehen und stolpert seitwärts vom Weg ab ins Gebüsch, hält dabei Augenkontakt mit meinem Bruder. Die Alpakabesitzerin ruft ihm zu, dass er sich mehr entspannen muss. Meine Mutter steht zehn Meter weiter neben ihrem liegenden Alpaka. Ich beschließe, nie wieder Familienaktivitäten zu organisieren.
Zwei Wochen später sagt meine Mutter, dass sie sich im nächsten Jahr eine Eselwanderung wünscht. I
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kaputte-weltd · 13 days
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„Und wenn wir uns eines Tages wiedersehen, denkst du wir bleiben stehen oder werden wir einfach weitergehen?“
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... Aber es muss ja irgendwie weitergehen, nicht wahr?
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joes-stories · 2 months
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Männerpause
Männer, jetzt ist mal wieder eine Pause angesagt. Doch keine Sorge, es wird mit meinen Stories weitergehen. Tröstet euch so lange mit diesem Kerl, der für mich der Inbegriff eines Muskelalphas ist.
Bleibt hart, euer Joe
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