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Mr. Lindemann will see you now…
“Richard is so hot that Till gets his fire from him” (x)
11.07.2016 - Berlin, Waldbühne Berlin, Germany
IT JUST GOT BETTER
I cool draw when feel myself so sad ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Update: Gone with the wind
Eh, so I had this long-ish queue set up. There weren't many posts (26 to be exact) but I had them scheduled nicely so it would seem like the blog is not dead and buried. But then I had sort of an epiphany that all those posts were complete feces, so I rushed to clear the queue completely. I deleted most of them, some I just pushed to drafts because I didn't want to destroy everything.
All the posts were ofc just snippets I had written at some point in the past, so good riddance to that garbage since I can't write to save my life, and in my current situation there is really no chance of me getting better at it, so meh. So the snippets are gone, queue is empty and filling it with other posts is nearly impossible for the obvious reason that R+ fandom is laying low at the moment. Tillchard fans even more so, which means that I can't stalk posts from all the talented people to reblog them.
I did at one point think about making fanvids or gifs, but turns out I have no clue how to do either of those things. All the good video programs cost $$ and the free ones have limitations that make video making efforts pointless because the outcome would be dull at best. With gifs I ran to the same wall, since I don't own Photoshop or anything like it, and that's pretty much it. Photo manips I've already tried in the past with horrid results as some followers might remember, so not going back on that dark road. Drawing has never been my thing, and with my current situation I wouldn't even be able to hold a pencil properly.
With all that being said; This blog is now officially in hibernation.
Many thanks to all the followers who have stuck with this for whatever reasons, you are all greatly appreciated. I'm not going to delete my account and there are two reasons for that; 1) I'm going to hold out hope that I would get new wind when R+ starts doing things again, 2) I'm still contemplating if I should just make this into personal blog. The latter options is more farfetched since I've had this account for such a long time now and still haven't felt the urge to make it more personal.
Again; Not necessarily gone for good, but gone for the unforeseeable future, which may or may not last forever. All depends on how things go in life.
Danke.
“They were fighting again today. I know they think that none of us have any clue they do it, but I'm not deaf and the walls in the dressing rooms are pretty thin, not paper thin but enough to hear when someone raises their voice on the other side, and let's face it, my partner in crime – I obviously mean Risch – is not the quietest person around, am I right? Or okay, they don’t full on fight because Till doesn’t let it go to that, mostly it’s just Risch bickering and making comments that are meant to make Till rise up, but Till never does. He leaves before he gets angry, and then the two are tense through the whole show.
Till keeps full focus on the show, drowning himself into it completely. Meanwhile our beloved lead guitar is full on agitated through the show, trying subtly to make Till know that whatever was started will be continued. He acts like a diva all the time sometimes. He would never go overboard intentionally on stage, no he has more sense than that lucky for us, but sometimes this dense diva does not understand when he is pushing the limits broken. Sometimes, all the time, you get my drift.
Today is one of those days. I’ve kept an eye on Till and he is boiling. Maybe the smoke is not coming from the stage but actually from him, maybe he is actually burning inside. He would never do anything to jeopardize the show either, and we have managed to pull it to the end, but I can see he is so close to blowing up. There will be trouble.
Ahh, there Risch goes. His eyes are fixed on Till and he has that obnoxious 'I'm-going-to-piss-on-your-parade' smirk on him. Oh no no no you don’t.
Luckily he can’t ignore me if I just walk here, he instantly hugs me. It’s a weird little reflex of him when he is annoyed with Till, he hugs or kisses anyone he can. I guess he’s trying to make Till jealous like that.
“Let it go,” I whisper to him as he falls back and sways toward Till a bit. He is laughing because he wants Till to pay attention and I am not sure if he even heard me, but I can’t keep hugging him forever, that would look weird.
The singer is watching us, looking grim and dangerous, I don’t know if he understands that I’m trying to help, but that’s a problem for another day. Risch has his eyes locked into Till’s, his grin fading to menace and he has started to say something, no doubt something very cutting, claws out and ready to scratch. With a sigh I pull his hand and try to get him to move, that irritated grin returns on his face and if his eyes could shoot daggers, I would have couple dozen of those sticking out from my face right about now. He tugs back so I switch my hand and give him a slight shake of my head, no no bad kitty stop pissing on the floor. With that he gives in – making a disgruntled noise even if I was expecting him to hiss at me – and takes a step away from Till. Just one but it’s a victory because he focuses his eyes forward instead of Till, and I know the singer is saved from him for a little while. Well, Risch might come after me later on, but let him. He doesn’t have anything on me and I could always smack him with a newspaper.”
Ah, Lindemann with some dramatic lighting and ——
NOT AGAIN.
MUAHAHAHA! XD
The Adventures of Till and His Richard-Attracting Flamingo Shrug
(semi-sequel to this maybe)
what the christ are you wearing
oh my god what you look like some kind of bird gone horribly wrong
no jesus don’t come near me
I SAID.
DON’T - oh… oh
… I… I don’t know where to look
… down there? no…
… *blush*
well, if you insist on this silliness, I guess there’s no harm in me helping
but it’s purely because we’re friends and in a band together! I-it’s not like I approve or anything! hmph!
*… birdies together*
Naya~ Sorry, I don’t know who is the author of these cute photos. But when I saw them I immediately imagine Till and Richard. Disclaimer: I do not own these people and their private life IRL. All you can see there - is only my imagination.
Till x Richard requests
heirate mich
Day 4: favourite b-side/unreleased track
Schtiel (Shtil / Calm)
Calm - the wind is silent (Calm) has fallen like a white seagull to the bottom Calm - our ship is forgotten Alone, in the world held down by a dream Along all times without names and faces We’re not waiting anymore, for the breeze to wake up! Calm - yeah We are going mad The heat smells like black pitch Only one of us must die and we’ll, we’ll come back home His blood and flesh will saturate us again And for his death maybe God will reward him What is waiting for us, the sea keeps silent Thirst to live drives hearts to their bottoms But life here costs nothing the life of others, but not yours! No, the thunder did not burst from the heavens when we drank blood like wild beasts but the shining became intolerable of the Cross that we call Southern And during the last instant a wave rose, and a shout was heard: "Land is ahead!"
The Tillchard anthem, as far as I’m concerned.
Your warm and tender love
A birthday gift for my love ^^ Till and Reesh at the New Year party <3
The phone started ringing abruptly and it was soon accompanied by groans from the man it had woken up. The covers shifted hesitantly as the man tried to make up his mind whether to get up and answer or try to ignore it. By the fourth ring the man was already up with a sigh and the phone found its way to his hand and he answered; “Mmyeah?”
“Oh hey. ..Were you sleeping?” The voice at the other end sounded quiet and hesitant as it asked the question.
“Whadya think, it's the middle of the night.” the man replied bit irritatedly and yawned.
“I'm sorry. I figured you would have been celebrating someplace.” and the voice was truly sorry, the man could hear it and so he softened his voice in time for his next reply.
“I think I'm too old for that.”
“I'll let you sleep then.”
“No, no.” the man hurried to say so that the voice wouldn't hung up on him. “I'm awake now so you might as well tell me why you called.”
“Ah well, I just wanted to wish you happy New Year.”
The man couldn't help but to smile. “You called me in middle of the night just to say that?”
“Yes, as I said I thought you'd be up. You were last year.” there was a defensive tone now.
“Last year I was a year younger too.”
The voice said nothing.
“Happy New Year to you too.”
“Thank you, I wish you the same.”
“I know, you said that. So, tell me how did the others react to this midnight madness?”
“I didn't call them.”
“I have the honour of being the first? Should I be impressed?” the man chuckled.
“I'm not going to call anyone but you.”
“What did I do to deserve this wake up call?” he continued to chuckle so that the other would know he was not really bothered.
“Made me miss you.” the voice said under its breath, like the words had escaped without its consent. This was followed by silence on the line as the man was rendered speechless momentarily by this unexpected confession, and the voice most likely regretted saying it. The man started smiling slowly, feeling a warmth spread inside him.
“I miss you too.” the man was finally able to say, after realizing the voice could not see his reaction and was only waiting for spoken confirmation. His reply was followed with another silence though he could hear the voice let out a breath it had apparently been keeping in.
“I'll see you next month?” the man could swear that he could hear smiling in this question as the voice asked it.
“Of course, see you then.”
“Good, I'll look forward to it. Happy New Year and good night.”
“Good night.”
The line went silent but the man stood with the phone held to his ear for a moment longer. He smiled still as he finally laid the phone down and headed toward the bed. As the man tucked himself in the warm comfort of his bed, he found himself wishing he could put a face on the voice and share this night with him.
Ugh.
Happy New Year, my oh-holy-shit-are-you-still-following-me? followers!