#donausoblau

[eminenz]

Wer kann Stift Melk erkennen? Nein, links ist Schloss Schönbühel von hinten. #stiftmelk #schönbühel #latergram #abend #abendstimmung #wachau #igers #igersnoe #igersaustria #holiday #summer #donau #danube #donausoblau #heaven #view #wald #outdoors #nature #ausflug #sommerfrische (hier: Schönbühel, Niederösterreich, Austria) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnzFNmOn1A_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q3o19t2e5jrc

[berlinkoenig-blog]

❛ life happens. coffee helps. ❜

“Sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps me from doing something that we will all end up regretting,” he grumbled, but accepted the coffee that Roderich brought him. He knew just what kind that Gilbert liked, as well.

“If I conveniently disappear for about six months, don’t look for me. I’m just rediscovering myself in Cambodia and pretending that politics don’t exist.”

[elastadelreino]

🍊All natural, autumn loving🍇

@donausoblau

Antonio pulled by the side of the completely useless couple of meters of fence that weren’t really connected to anything else but at least were a good place to hang a “beware of dog” sign. A dog he didn’t have, but that was beyond the point. 

He had actually tried cleaning the cottage a bit on the inside before bringing Roderich in, but nothing could fix how old and unattended it looked on the outside. At least the fruitful citric trees around it adorned the picture pretty much. 

“Don’t worry.” He laughed, turning off the ignition. “It only looks like the roof is gonna fall on top of you.” 

[hollokiralyno]

@donausoblau , continued from here

Not paying too much attention as he flicked through the channels, she pulled the blanket up a little more, burying her chin into it, before looking over as he spoke. Trying to place the name of the film, she frowned, before simply shrugging. “Don’t think I’ve seen it. I don’t mind watching, though.” It would be something different, at least, and Roderich seemed to usually have good taste.

They were both settled, regardless, and she didn’t feel like fiddling about to find anything else, or looking for a DVD, so The Name of the Rose would do. The premise of it seemed interesting enough, anyway, from the first minute that had already played out.

[astorksluck-blog]

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[TEXT] yur a prick with a litle prick[/TEXT]

[uriciu]

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Send 📱for a drunk text message from my muse

[Text: Austria] My national orchestra is larger than my army and I think you’re the only one who would appreciate my priorities

[softkopfkino-blog]

donausoblau replied to your post: Well, I suppose I should make my presence known…

“Oh, you’re back, Ludwig! That’s lovely.”

“Ah. Yes. It’s been a while.” 

[innidenstille-blog]

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↭ -- My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.

Norway was just casually leaning against a wall of the conference hall, watching the snow settle on the ground, thicker by the moment. He wondered if it would stick however - after all, it seemed to have rained before. He was deep in thought that he almost didn’t hear the Austrian besides him. Lazily, he turned his head to him, tilting it a little. “.. I wasn’t listening.” He said simply, and kept his hands tucked in the pockets of his suit. When was the last time they spoke anyway..? Hah... Was he asking him something? He really wasn’t sure.