thank you for the love germany


Some things can’t be mass-produced.

Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine.

From the beginning, the “One Man, One Engine” philosophy has guided Mercedes-AMG’s approach to manufacturing. Even now, every Mercedes-AMG and Pagani engine is hand built from start to finish by one Mercedes-AMG master engine builder in a special facility.

As the final step in the assembly process, the engine builder affixes a plaque engraved with his signature to the engine cover. It’s an enduring reminder that even the heart of an Mercedes-AMG and Pagani has a heart and soul.

Thank you very much to all the customers, AMG, Pagani and Mercedes-Benz fans worldwide that share the passion and love for my work here on Instagram. It is a mental feeling for me to see your support! You are the best!
Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine Handcrafted by Michael Kübler @f1mike28 in Germany Affalterbach.
Driving Performance is our Passion! Mercedes-AMG the Performance and Sports Car Brand from Mercedes-Benz and Exclusive Partner for Pagani Automobili.
Mercedes-AMG Handcrafted by Racers.

“as it will be, later, some other
century, when we will seem to each other
even less what we were.
But that trick is just to hold on
through all appearances; and so we do,
and yes, I know it’s you;
and that is what we will come to, sooner
or later, when it’s even darker
than It is now, when the snow is colder,
when it’s darkest and coldest
and candles are no longer any use to us
and the visibility is zero: Yes.
It’s still you. It’s still you.

— Margaret Atwood, Shapechangers in Winter

(commissioned art by @sayuuhiro)

Very likely Germany will have Marriage Equality in 48 hours.
Here is who we have to thank for that: a 28 year old gay man from Berlin who asked Merkel on Monday (while she was at a public event of a tabloid) when he will finally be able to call the man he loves his husband. She gave a wishy-washy answer about how MPs should be voting on this issue according to their consciene blablabla. But one thing led to another and now we’ll have a vote on Friday.
So thank you Uli Köppe for asking our chancellor this question. We would probably have had another 4 years of stonewalling on this issue without you standing up.

Feel Me (renewed)

Bucky x (enhanced) Reader

Notes: anxiety, emotional stress, flirting, smut, fluff

A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx

After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.

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Quit Beating Me Up!

Request: Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker imagine with the prompts “Stay Awake” and “Quit beating me up?” (I know those two imply that it will end sad, but can you make it not sad but instead just fluffy?) Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I love your writing!

Summary: Peter’s jet lag from flying home from Germany is keeping him up, and ultimately you too. 

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

Nothing beats the comfort of your own bed, especially after a long, exhausting day on your feet which you just had. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, even when you heard your window open and shut. 

Peter, having just returned home from Germany, and giddy with excitement and anticipation to tell you about his over seas mission, just couldn’t wait till morning to see you. So here he was standing over your sleeping figure, facing away from him, nearly jumping up and down, trying to figure out a way to wake you up that wouldn’t get him punched in the face.

You could hear what was happening in your bedroom, but only thought of it as a dream in your drowsy daze. You felt a cold hand clutch your shoulder gently, “Y/n, Y/n wake up,” you groaned in response, “Please. C’mon I have so much to tell youuu,” 

Hearing Peter’s voice pulled you out of your slumber. Agitated now that you know Peter’s in your room, you swatted the hand away, and pulled the covers over your head, curling into a ball.

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Liebling (Bucky X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: Could you do one where the Avengers make fun of the reader because she’s german and one day she pretends to insults them in german but actually she gives them cute nicknames? Maybe some Bucky x reader because he knows he’s got a special nickname? Thanks 💜 love your blog c:

Originally posted by archieaddict

You loved the avengers to bits, you’d do anything for them. But sometimes they make you want to kill them. One of those reasons being that they like to tease you a lot, and it was for the same reason: your accent.

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A So Called Blind Date

Summary: After not wanting to celebrate his birthday, Steve and Tony convince Bucky to go to a “Blind Date”.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: angst at the end, mentioning of german food

A/N: yooo guess who’s back after her unplanned break of 141 days? I am so so sorry guys. You have no idea how many times I tried to write but just couldn’t. But for now, I’m back with the usual portion of fluff and angst <3 I hope you like it!

“You did what?” Steve asked, shoving his left hand through his hair before he let it fall to his side again. He looked at Tony, shook his head (twice) and then started scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. Not after the thing Tony had just told him.

“The guy’s a hundred years old, Steve”, Tony defended himself. “He didn’t even want a birthday party. That’s the least we should do for him. When was the last time he was on a date? With a cute girl in a pretty dress? Huh? 1941?”

“That’s not…” Steve tried to say but Tony waved it off and Steve shrugged. Maybe Tony was right. Bucky didn’t want to talk to Steve about his birthday. Not to him, nor to Natasha or to Clint who he had kind of become good friends with in the past few months.

“It’s good to have a date every once in a while Steve. Even when he’s not ‘looking for something’”, Tony made some quotation marks in the air and rolled his eyes. The last time Tony had suggested Bucky go on a date, this had been the exact answer he had been given. 

That Bucky was too old. That he was carrying too many problems. That he was not looking for something. That he was just trying to be normal again if that was even possible for someone with a past like his.

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one-transguy-from-germany  asked:

awwwww I love your tattoo! what will be the next one?

Ugh, I’ve been racking my brain over this. My left arm is going to be a series of simplistic Star Wars designs and illustrations by my favorite artists. It’s all going to be blackwork, no tattoo on my person is going to have any touch of color. 

Bruce Timm is my absolute favorite artist, and there’s this beautiful spread he has in which I’d like to isolate the Luke or Boba Fett panel.

And, as other readers have already seen, the tattoo I have is one of Liam Ashurst’s Star Wars designs and I’d love to get another one from his portfolio.

Thank you for your question, and thanks for reading! xoxo


Andi Wellinger delights crowds of fans gathered at Mühlenkopfschanze with his victory and two excellent jumps (147.5 and 135 meters), Willingen 29.1.17 (Andi wins, gets hugs from eveyone, and everyone is happy 💖 😍 😌)


Germany: Geez..! How clumsy can you be?! Why did you even climb that tree in the first place? What are you, a cat?!

Italy: Ve~ training with you is too tough so I ran away, sir… ah, but… if it weren’t for your training, I wouldn’t have been able to climb it in the first place, hehe.

Germany: If it comes in handy, don’t complain about it!! And don’t get yourself hurt! Look at you, there are so many leaves on your head I could mistake you for a tree itself.

Italy: My apologies, sir! But you know how to make the pain go away fast, so there’s no problem in getting hurt. Thank you, Germany~

Germany: Sigh…


"Us" - George Weasley

George Weasley x reader 

 I know it’s not Christmas but I really felt like writing this and it’s cute and fluffy and I hope you like it.


 Christmas dinner at the Burrow was magical. Molly had spent the day cooking, the house now filled with the thickness and warmth provided by the oven. My heart felt warm surrounded by the happiness these people provided me. It wasn’t the first Christmas I had spent at the Burrow, but it was the first I had spent here as George’s girlfriend. It sounded somewhat pretentious and forced but also made my heart beat out of my chest and my mind glossed over with a fuzziness that I never wanted to stop. 

 I felt strong, gentle arms wrap around my torso from behind and a chin rest upon my head as I stared at the fire in the living room. “Hello love” “Hi” I replied through a giggle as George’s hands gripped my hips. “How are we?” George questioned with a smirk. “Splendid” was my answer and I turned in George’s arms to face him, smiling in a sleepy kind of way, and wrapping my arms around his neck as my head fell instinctively against his reliable shoulder. George rubbed his hands up and down my back over my shirt and I felt so content in his arms in that moment. There was the distant sound of music from somewhere upstairs and we swayed to the slow beat. I smiled against George’s neck, my hands weaving into his hair. His breathe tickled my ear as he asked, “Would you like your present now?” “Would you like yours?” Was my response. George laughed lazily and reached for my hand, pulling me from one moment into another. 

He led me to the door of the Burrow, rubbing circles into my hand. Next to the old door was a thick blanket and a rather messily wrapped present that George picked up. He led me outside and I laughed, “George, where are we going?” “Just outside love, I like to look at the stars.” I felt the cool air slowly envelope my face. George let go of my hand to lay the blanket down on the ground. He sat down with his legs stretched out and looked up at me with a playful sparkle in his eyes, the light of the moon falling beautifully over his pale face. “Y/N come sit with me.” He smiled a tentative smile and I sat down next to him feeling the heat radiate from his body. “Me first.” I grinned up at George, observing the creases from the corners of his mouth to his nose widen and his hair move gently over his forehead in the chilly breeze. 

I picked up the meticulously wrapped thin package I had placed next to me. I am notoriously bad at giving gifts but for once I felt excited about the gift I was going to give. I was full of nerves and the chill of the air sat on my skin. “Here you go, I hope you like it Georgie.” “I most definitely will my love.” He said smiling at me, the goofy look I adored. I watched nervously as George pulled the ribbon that held the wrappings together. As the paper fell away George pulled the journal I had wrapped from it. “Uh it’s a journal, I thought that, maybe, you could use it for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes but there’s more! Open the journal.” I shakily exclaimed, so desperately wanting him to love it. Inside the leather bound book was a picture of the two of us, taken two months ago. George smiled wide into the camera, him standing behind me, his head on top of mine. I was laughing. I looked up at George’s face, watching him look at the photo of us inside the journal. I saw the edges of his lips tug upwards and his brows crease as he found the tickets laying beneath the photo. “They’re for us, to go to Germany. You know because of our conversation a while ago.” I was rambling, so nervous and full of a sick tension. “If you don’t like them I’m sure I can get a refund and get you…” “Y/N,” George’s eyes met my worried ones and his amused smile calmed me. “I love it so much. Thank you so, so much I love you. I can’t wait to go away with you.” His hand was against my cheek, fingers tangled into my hair and his expression was so soft, making me feel safe as a warmth rushed through me. I blinked rapidly, a release of my anxious tension. “Okay,” I laughed, “I’m so glad.” “Now for your present.” 

George became more timid as he reached for the present he had tried to wrap so neatly. “Uh, I’m really sorry, I did try with the wrapping but you know me.” He chuckled awkwardly. I smiled back at him and tucked his red hair behind his ear. It looked like a book. I peeled back the torn paper and all the air left my lungs. It was a book. There was a picture of George and me on the cover, sitting on the couch in the Burrow on our first Christmas spent together, just as friends. His arm was around me and as I grinned at the camera, laughing, he was looking at me. His gaze was so loving and gentle and his lips curved upwards in such a simple way. I’d never seen this photo before. Above the photo was the title of the book. “Us.” George whispered next to me, his head so close to mine. I opened the cover and I saw a long inscription, to me, from my Georgie. George was looking over my shoulder at the book he had made for me, his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. As I flipped the pages I saw more photos of us. Us dancing together in the kitchen. Us laughing on the Hogwarts express. Us kissing in the snow, smiling against each other. Us standing side by side, unaware of how deeply we felt for each other. There was the receipt from The Three Broomsticks, two butterbeers, that came from our first date. The ticket stubs from the muggle movie I had made George see that he had loved. I closed the book and turned to face him. “I wanted to get you something that reminded you of us when we are apart, I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.” I grinned so happily. “I love it so much!” I said pushing him over, straddling him. 

He laughed up at me, brown eyes so full of love. I leant down, close to his face. We both had stopped smiling and George was breathing heavily. My hands were mixed into George’s red hair and I pushed myself forward on top of him so our lips connected. It was a slow, passionate kiss. George’s hands moved to my waist, under my shirt, applying a subtle pressure and burning my chilled skin. We both breathed in and became more forceful. His lips were rough against mine. George pulled away, eyes glazed over, and carefully moved us so that he was now straddling me. His face was drenched with lust as he nuzzled into my neck, kissing me over and over again just above my collarbone. He made me laugh. We were both smiling so widely, him against my neck and I moved to kiss him once more on the mouth. Happiness. As we pulled away George slowly uttered, “Y/N, I love you.” “I love you too Georgie.” We stared at each other for a while, examining every dip, every marking, every crease. George laid down next to me on the soft blanket, placing his head next to mine and reaching for my hand. We could see the stars so clearly. They shined so brightly that the light reflected off of our faces. George kissed the side of my forehead smiling into my skin and I squeezed his hand tighter in response, never wanting to let go.

Originally posted by clbuspotter