Time For Bed !

mein Pitch für den nächsten deutschen ESC-Beitrag:

1. in der NDR-Kantine wird eine große Deutschlandkarte aufgestellt

2. Peter Urban darf zum Abschied und zum Dank für all die Jahre einen Dartpfeil darauf abwerfen

3. in der so ausgewählten Gemeinde wird in der örtlichen Musikschule die Gruppe der musikalischen Früherziehung damit beauftragt, einen Marsch zu komponieren

4. durch ein weiteres deutschlandweites Zufallsverfahren wird ein Spielmannszug ausgewählt (aus einer Ortschaft mit max. 3000 Einw.), der zum ESC nach Stockholm reist

5. die Noten des Marschs werden 5 Minuten vor dem Auftritt erstmals an die Mitglieder des Spielmannszugs ausgehändigt (während der Proben spielt der Spielmannszug den Helenenmarsch)

6. zum Auftritt wird in der gesamten Veranstaltungshalle das Putzlicht eingeschaltet, alle Monitore/LED-Wände bleiben ausgeschaltet

7. der Spielmannszug marschiert innerhalb der drei Minuten einmal von links nach rechts über die Bühne, Uniform/Trachten/Banner werden wie nach Tradition üblich getragen

8. der amtierende Schützenkönig trägt auf die Marschmelodie Auszüge aus der Satzung eines ebenfalls zufällig ausgewählten deutschen Kleingartenvereins vor

9. der im Heimatort des Spielmannszuges ansässige Metzger (sofern nicht im Spielmannszug oder amtierender Schützenkönig, in diesen Fällen hat er für adäquate Vertretung zu sorgen) verkauft während des Auftritts am Bühnenrand frische Bratwürste vom Holzkohlegrill an die Hallengäste

Schwul????

Natürlich. Immer doch.

take my uquiz please and thank you

i think "it takes a village" shouldn't be just "to raise a child". we should understand it takes a village to do literally everything we do. all day every day. without our communities we would not have drinking water or electricity or clean streets or food or shelter or anything. we cannot do any thing alone. we just can't. and with that comes the fact that you are not alone. you already have a community, seek to be an active part of it, you will feel better. reach out and thank them, they're happy to have you too. i promise. it takes a village to live.

I love the OT4 of Arthur, Gwen, Merlin, and Lancelot, but please, for a moment, imagine the potential of Arthur, Gwen, Merlin, and Freya.

Merlin heals her and finds a way for Freya to control the Bastet's curse so she doesn't go full murder mode every night, so she lives (please, just let Merlin have a love who actually lives. Just one. One) and she and Merlin have a long-distance relationship for years until Arthur is king and Merlin convinces her to come to Camelot and meet Arthur and Gwen. She knows about the three of them. She's cool with it.

Arthur is a little awkward around Freya at first because he tried to kill her and almost succeeded. Makes for some tense dinners. But Gwen loves her. She's not had a girlfriend since Morgana, and she doesn't mind the Bastet thing. She got turned into a deer once. Shit happens.

Freya loves Gwen right back because not many people are cool with the curse, and she's almost forgotten that people can be this nice. Still a little awkward around Arthur because of the whole "attempted murder" fiasco, but she warms to him when she sees how much Arthur loves Merlin.

And Arthur relaxes around Freya when he finds out that being one with the Bastet means she's strong enough to throw him across a room if she wants to. He's got a Thing for strong women, okay? Hell, he's pretty sure he decided to marry Gwen when he saw her straighten a piece of steel working in the forge.

And eventually the three of them convince Freya to be social and start appearing in court with the rest of them. She's not that good at it, but Gwen's got her back, and no one really wants to piss off the Queen by being snobby to her mistress (everyone already knows Merlin is Arthur's mistress) because Gwen will absolutely cut a bitch over that classist shit.

Gwaine makes a joke one time when Arthur is late for morning training (George told them that the King was with his wife. Gwaine asked, "Which one?") that somehow becomes a medieval Vine.

("The Queen was at a tavern with her husband." "Which one?")

("The King is visiting Nemeth with his wife." "Which one?")

Even Merlin has said it, right to Arthur's face after he asked Merlin to please find his wife sometime before dinner. He had to bolt out of the room before Arthur threw a boot at him, but he said it.

He's outnumbered, though, because he surprises Gwen with flowers one day when Freya's in the room. She's delighted, "I have such a thoughtful husband, don't I?" and Arthur realises too late that he's been played when Freya grins at him, "Which one?"

Traitors, the both of them.

And the four of them rule Camelot into its Golden Age and love each other and are happy, goddammit, because they deserve to be happy and in love and not dead.

That is all.

OMG i didn’t know things like this were possible

But honestly… I’m in love!!

die wilden hühner: torte x willi (inspired by this amazing fic by @theuncannybalth) source: x x x x x 

More art tutorials by Disney artists Griz and Norm Lemay

Deutsche, schlechte Valentinskarten, anyone?

thinking about this picture from 1975 taken in san fran on this day period