tired of messing around

a messy HP cause i’ve been thinking about this lass constantly for the past week


Hey anon, I’m like. SUPER fond of this crossover ok?? I actually drew it a little already! It’s actually BECAUSE of a Mob Psychonauts crossover that I discovered Psychonauts! If I never reblogged that art way back when, and if Xi didn’t explain it more to me, I would have probably never played this wonderful game! ;v; 

That crossover was a “what if Psychonauts came to Mob’s world”, which I do love, but I wanted to try it in the opposite direction here :’D I tried real hard not to draw stuff for it coz HECK I HAVE ALOT OF AUS BUT here are some short dumb comics and my attempt at Black Velvetopia! Raz and Mob ;7;


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Across The Hall Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 2000


“My date is tonight and I can’t cook to save my life so I was hoping maybe you can cook something and I could pass it off as my own,” Harry says.

Y/N giggles, walking down her hallway and into the living room where she can see her door is wide open, she closes it and turns back to Harry. He’s looking at her with a hopeful look in his eyes and a charming smile that Y/N can’t deny.

“Of course, I mean you helped me move, it’s the least I can do” Y/N smiled, “what time is your date?”

“Seven,” Harry says.

Y/N places her lower lip in between her teeth and her hands on her hip as she thinks, “okay yeah, I can do that, is this like a I want to actually date you date or a tinder type thing?”


Y/N rolls her eyes and hold the door open, “I’ll do it, but I do not agree with your motives.”


Y/N is the girl across the hall who tries to help Harry find a girl to settle down with, but Harry wants Y/N so he sabotages all his dates.

Part One

“You’re disgusting,” Y/N exclaims.

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Real talk

If you think it’s okay to directly insult/send abuse to/harass members of the Crewniverse (past or present), then you are a disgusting piece of shit who has no place in this fandom.

If any of my followers have this disgraceful attitude, then please unfollow me right now - I don’t want to be associated with people like you. 

I’ve seen people going after Lauren again tonight and it’s fucking embarassing.  Leave them alone - and while you’re at it, learn how the animation industry works before you continue shooting your mouth off at people about things that you clearly have no grasp of.  If you truly still believe that Lauren sneaked a ship into the show, you’re actually an imbecile.  And if you start attacking Lauren over this, then you’re also a bully!

I’m sorry but I’m not messing around anymore, I’m sick and tired of certain sections of this fanbase (oh gee, I wonder which ones) acting like a bunch of disrespectful bratty children.

Just - shut up, and grow up.

careful, she bites


Jeremy: I can turn stuff on and off, Like if I turn a car on I can move it around for a bit but it’s tiring. I can mess around with the house lights too!

Brooke: You should show them the scary thing you do with all the lights flickering Jesus.

Rich: catch Jeremy too lazy to move from the couch and using his power to switch the channel

Michael: or turning the tv off when I’m wining at a game!

Dallas Winston Imagine: A Jealous Ex

This was requested, hope you enjoy! X

Dating Dallas Winston was everything you’d expected it would be. He’s constantly getting into trouble, saying things he shouldn’t and not exactly being the ‘romantic type’ but you knew you loved him nonetheless and as much as he got under your skin you didn’t know what you’d do without him.

Over the past week or so you’d been receiving a bit of jealousy from his ex girlfriend, Sylvia. Dally always tells you not to worry about her and to just ignore it but that isn’t exactly easy for you to do. Especially when she comes into your workplace each and every day.

Today was just like any other, the coffee shop was busy as ever and your shift was almost over. You continued serving costumers as fast as possible so that you could get out of there. You noticed a group of girls sitting over in the corner, all looking over at you with relentless smirks curved on their lips. You sighed to yourself quietly and thanked your last costumer, telling them to have a nice day as you removed your apron and began to do a bit of required cleaning before you got to go home. As you passed the girls a feeling of irritation washed over you, you wanted Sylvia to know that you weren’t afraid of her.

“You ladies realize that in order to stay in here you have to order something, right?” You asked, the words spilled out of your lips in a much more snappy tone than intended but you weren’t too concerned, that was until you seen the look on her face. The girls surrounding her began to laugh, but her facial expression stayed neutral as she starred up at you. She flicked her hand up as a way of telling the girls to shut up as she got up from her seat and stood in front of you.

“If I were you I wouldn’t be telling me what to do right now, babe.” She smiled, raising an eyebrow slightly. It was far from a friendly smile, and it frightened you in a way.

“Just following restaurant policies, doll.” You shrugged, putting emphasis on the word “doll.” You rolled your eyes and pushed past her, finishing up your cleaning. When you turned around, they were all gone. You were proud of yourself for standing your grounds, even if she did intimidate you a little bit. You hung up your uniform and made your way outside, beginning your long walk back home.

Seeing Sylvia reminded you of Dallas, and after a long day at work you wanted nothing more than to see him, especially so you could tell him the way you handled today’s events. You were almost at his house when you hear a few footsteps behind you and someone clear their throat loudly. You gulped and turned around slowly, laying your eyes on Sylvia and her friends once again.

“We bought these for you, does this mean we can stick around and chat for a bit, doll?” She threw a box of donuts at you, followed by a cup of coffee. She put emphasis on the “doll”, mocking you from earlier. You jumped back as the hot liquid came in contact with your skin. You felt hopeless as you were clearly outnumbered, you had no idea what to do or say. “I just thought I’d let you know that it’s only a matter of time before Dallas gets tired of messing around with you and leaves you for someone else. He always comes back to me, and he always will.” She smirked, watching you frantically try to get the coffee off your clothing. Her words angered you, mostly because of the way she’s treated Dally in the past. You had a feeling that she was half the reason he acts the way he does, so cold and distant at times. You couldn’t hold yourself back as you stood up for him.

“Maybe now that he’s realized he can and is doing way better than a skank like you he won’t be coming knocking on your door anytime soon.” You spat, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Sylvia was not pleased to say the least. She let a small laugh escape her lips before she and her friends all came at you at once. They pulled at your hair and threw a few punches to your stomach and face. You felt someone kick you repeatedly and you tried everything you could to get them to stop but you just weren’t strong enough to take them all at once. You lay there bloody and bruised as they began to walk away, laughing cockily.

“Oh by the way, good luck hun! He’s a real handful, you’ll soon realize why I needed a bit of a change every now and then. You get tired of his attitude real quick.” She laughed once more and rolled her eyes, turning around and walking away. Tears streamed down your face as you stood up and began to make your way home before you heard an angry Dallas shouting after the girls. You were unsure of how much of the fight he had seen but you were glad he was there with you now.

“Dally.” You whispered, crying harder as you walked towards him.

“Babe, hold on a minute I need to go kick their heads in.” He muttered, beginning to run towards them. You grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“Dallas please don’t, you’ll make things worse. Just come help me clean up, please.” You begged, tugging on his arm for him to come in closer to you. He yanked his arm away and proceeded to go after the girls. Sylvia rolled her eyes as he approached them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, clenching his fists and he held himself back from punching her straight in the face.

“I’m doing you a favour.” She grinned. “We all know you’ll be back with me in a few weeks anyway.” She shrugged.

“What?” Dallas spat, walking closer to her until their faces were inches apart, his jaw clenched and his complexion blood red with anger.

“You do so much as lay a bitchy finger on her again and I swear I’ll be on you so quick you won’t even know what happened to you. And that goes for your friends too.” He stated, backing away from her. She shifted uncomfortably and began to walk away, the girls following her. “A little more jail time won’t do shit to me, so I’m not worried.” He shouted out to her with a smirk before rushing back over to your side.

Dallas was feeling a mix of emotions, anger, frustration and sadness. He didn’t like seeing you this way and he wished that he could have been there to stop it all before you got hurt. Unsure of what to do, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, petting your hair softly.

“It’s okay, doll. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He stated awkwardly leading you inside as he didn’t know what to do to make you stop crying. You giggled softly at his reaction, the effort was all you needed to see. Dally cleaned you up and tucked you into bed, after an extremely long day you wanted nothing more than to be with him and to feel safe.

Originally posted by theoutsiders-imagine

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know we have so much of your marvelous a/b/o au but I keep thinking about protective Andrew! Could you give us like, I don't know, the new foxes noticing 'I don't know I'm gorgeous' Neil and Andrew growling because even if Neil smells like Andrew the new foxes are like: "Whatever, they are always together, it doesn't mean anything, Andrew hates him" so Andrew is torn between keeping with the 'We are nothing' and the 'Get away from him, he is MY nothing' please please! I love your writing!

anon: I need,,, more abo au with andreil pls

anon: I can’t remember if you’ve written about this before, but I love your a/b/o au and I was wondering how Andrew would react to Jack?

I am here for this

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anonymous asked:

Aftercare with the boys after some love making? 😏

I’m not gonna lie, but I was so excited to right this and now that I’ve got round to it I kinda forgot where I was going with them. 

What I do know though, is that I may create another part for the older!bros if you guys enjoy this!

which I hope you do because god dang Older!Noct is just stuck in my head and he’s so gorgeous no matter how old he is… 

Gladio is a very very tender man after making love to the one he truly loves and wants to be with. He’s the type to look at you with the most gorgeous gleam in his eyes that make you forget just how much of a powerhouse he is on the battlefield (and sometimes in the throws of passion). He’s caress your cheek so gently because he’s almost afraid that he’d accidentally hurt you, treat you like you were a fragile piece of china.

And he’d caress the ends of your hair before tucking the runaways that have fallen in front of you face behind your ear. He’d be smiling just as tenderly as his touch Of course, you’d smile right back and he’d only cup your cheek  and press a kiss to you forehead, cheeks, nose and lips once you’d snuggled up to him.

There would be very minimal talking and it would depend upon how rough he was. If he was rougher than normal, he’d ask ‘you okay?’ rather casually. But it would break you into laughter or into a wide smile. Mainly because it would show that he wasn’t mad at you. That he still cared.
Apart from that it would just be small things: looking back at the day just gone, maybe making a few plans for the future. After a couple of months there would just be the inclination of starting a family, though nothing would ever be set in stone considering his duty to the crown. But he never said no. He’d say ‘I’d like that’ or ‘sounds like a plan for when you’re ready.’ Because even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be the one lugging a child in his body. So it would be up to you.

After making love for the first time with him, he would be a little verbal after the act, making sure you were okay, that he wasn’t too tender or too rough. Because it was easy for him to miscalculate how he was in bed, it would have been very impulsive, so he’d need to get a better idea of what you truly liked.

Sometimes, the small talks would lead to another round. Because he would often tease you with chaste and sinful kisses. 

He’d either hum or sing for you (he’s a good singer now) so you could sleep soundly. Because of this, you’d usually fall asleep first. But if he had an excruciatingly long day - both from guarding the prince and trying not to thin about you too much - he’d fall asleep because you would be able to notice his weariness, and you’d hum and sing for him instead. 

On those days, he’d value your chest as his pillow, although you would be cradling his head in such a way that you breasts were his only pillow, and he’d let both your voice and your heart lull him to sleep.

Most of the time though, he’d refuse sleep until you were at peace in your slumber and he’d be holding you to him. Sometimes he’d even slip one of his vest tops on you so wouldn’t wake to a horrible chill at four in the morning.

Originally posted by connorkenvay

Prompto would be a little similar to Gladio, but also entirely different. Sometimes there would be absolutely no talking because you would have fallen asleep, or the only talking shared would be from looking at the pictures he had taken.

But he would also be the master of teasing you. Not in Gladio’s style, but from just saying sweet things like ‘This is my fave photo of you from the day - the lighting captures your perfection so well and it makes you look so radiant’. But one that would always be with you was ‘the dawn makes you look like a goddess bringing in the new day. And the dusk makes you look like the same goddess waving farewell to the day. But the moonlight? That easily transform you into the most beautiful angel.’

“If I really am an angel, I must have done something real bad to be banished down here then.”

“That’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever said.” And, of course, he’d show you his best smile. “Because you loving me so much that you’d get banished to be with me makes my heart sing.”

And it would turn playful, mainly with tickle fights. Which, again, may or may not lead to another, more playful, round. Though they were very rare because most of the time you’d be far to embarrassed to even stay awake. Because you’d be hiding your face in his neck, and the feeling of his pulse on your temple would send you to sleep quicker than any lullaby would.

The after care after making love to you the very first time round would be a very concerned and embarrassed Prompto checking over you repeatedly. Because it was his very first time of having a sexual encounter. And he loved you so much that he just wanted to make sure he did it right to your tastes. But goddamn he needn’t have worried about that. But worry he did and he’d only stop once you pecked his lips. But whether you then treated him to a round is entirely up to you. Because, he wasn’t gonna turn it down.

Originally posted by ffxvsnow

Ignis would most certainly be the type to pillow-talk. Because making love with you would also build a bond of faith and trust between the two of you. And it would be the only time he’d be sober of caffeine for him to not only feel drowsy, but far more relaxed. But maybe that would be because he couldn’t be mum friend to you without feeling absolutely mortified. Mainly after making love you.

It is a well known fact to you that he has perfected the skill of intense love making. He’d take slow to a while new level but it was also known to you that he could be rough. Depending upon a - how long you’d been oh-so-casually teasing him - and b - how long it had been since you two had been able to have time alone.

It was a must-do thing to ask if you were okay after, but he didn’t make it a rarity either. But he would make ask if you wanted anything before going to sleep: a glass of water, a window upon, a blanket and so on. 

Regardless if you wanted anything or not, talking was a must. At first he was against it, but you told him ‘you always take on everyone’s burdens, now let me take on yours. What’s the point of fighting alone if you know you’ll be stronger fighting with another?’ And suddenly it became a thing.

Sometimes the talks would be trivial, sometimes they would be deep. Sometimes they were happy, other times they were just goddamn depressing. But what didn’t change was his actions during these talks.

He would just be holding you to his chest, either talking softly or listening intently, and he’d be looking at you with his piecing green eyes looking at you so gently you could feel his soul embracing yours. At first it was a very strange feeling, but you quickly learned it was because his eyes looked so much brighter without glasses that they just drew you in.

After the first love making ‘session’, he visibly flushed at your staring and he legit pouted when you found it amusing. Of course he played it behind his typical Ignis sarc, but he couldn’t keep it up forever. And he soon just stared right back at you, right into your eyes, and then chuckled when you flushed.

Although he didn’t seem like the Ignis everyone knew and loved, he really was. But he had just adopted a side he would only ever show you on a common basis. And when he unintentionally showed it to you in front of everyone the next day, Noct was the first to say ‘I think he needs a doctor’ and check his temperature. And it was somehow comforting….

Anyway, moving back to the point at hand, it’s also a well known fact that he really doesn’t get that much sleep. So the pillow-talk helps him get sleepier than Noct and having sex you definitely uses all that caffeine. Rest assured that he will be a lot happier the following morning. And he would be looking so radiant that the boys will just know what you had done. And no one really wanted to know apart from Gladio, who always asked the most disturbing questions which would always be accompanied by Noct and Prompto’s gagging noises.

Originally posted by verryfinny

Noctis is another barrel of fish - pun unintended. Now, people like to think that he’d just fall asleep ridiculously quickly. Don’t get me wrong, that is definitely one of the most common occurrences. But he is also the most willingly to have a mess around and stay up until you grew tired: which could be anywhen.

His aftercare definitely depends upon the situation. 

Had a relatively easy day of just driving around the place? He’d fall asleep without even knowing he’d closed his eyes. Most of the time on top of you. 
Just spent all day in a royal tomb over run by daemons? He’d do a little talking. Just a lot of I love yous.

But on days where everything just weighed him down? On days where he just wanted to break down? Aftercare would be full of sentimental value. Although he’d just put forward insecurities and where his heart on his face - sometimes he would actually go into silent breakdown mode - he wouldn’t talk about them in so much detail. Because just thinking about them would hurt. 

But if you were injured slightly? He’d gently tease you after it all. If you had just recovered from a nasty injury? He would be blaming himself and he would literally vow to you that he would never let it happen again. 

If you had scared him on more than one occasion throughout the door - like jumping on his back and yelling ‘IMPERIALS WANT OUR BLOODS TODAY’ - he will be extra silent on you whilst curling up to you.

But each scenario always led to the cutest things. Noct was obsessed with playing with your fingers. He’d hold your hand, fiddle with your fingers, kiss your fingertips and then and he’d weave them with his. If he was cuddling up to you, he’d put your hand on his head and you knew you’d have to play with his hair. If he was the one to hold you, he’d bury his face in your hair, rest his chin on the crown of your head, play with your hair. 
But both circumstances also had him smiling so tenderly at you, had him pecking your lips, the backs and palms of your hand. And he would always fall asleep holding onto your hand.

And the only times he would ask if you were okay with the intercourse, would be during it.

But you can rest assured that he would definitely be extremely smiley the next morning and oh em gee he would be absolutely adorable all day. Well, until some silly sausage would be evil to him. Like you saying he should drive for a couple of days because Iggy had pooped himself out so badly that he was ill.

That’s right. You also wanted people to get used to his driving. Because you found it so entertaining. You strange person.

Opps. I just burned myself. Oh well XD

Originally posted by mineraruuota


Request: So glad you opened requests! Could you do #30 with Newt! Thank you sooo much! Love your writing!

Prompt: #30 “Idk! Maybe because I desperately want you!”

Warnings: none

You were good friends with every boy in the Glade. Everyone adored you and most viewed you as a sister. Though there was one particular Glader that never viewed you as a sister. He viewed you as a crush; a lover. His name was Newt and it was safe to say that you liked him the most. He was always so calm, but also funny. You got along with him the most.

“Gally, no! Don’t do that,” you laughed as Gally messed around with some tools to make you laugh.

“What? What am I doing?” He chuckled at you.

“That, don’t do that,” you smiled wide as he attempted to juggle two hammers. “You can hurt yourself.” You snickered.

While this was going on, Newt watched from afar. He was walking past when he witnessed what was going on. He didn’t like it. He got jealous so easily. Any time you were with another Glader, he got a tint of jealousy.

“Gally, knock it off. Yu’re supposed to be working, not bloody playing.” Newt scolded the boy, walking up to the scene.

“Oh, come on, Newt. We’re just messing around,” you whined at him. 

“No, we need to get to work. There’s no time for playing right now.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Gally stopped what he was doing, getting back to work. You walked off to where you were supposed to be, leaving Newt with crossed arms.

Later that day, you were laughing with Zart. You worked in the Gardens with him, and you two grew pretty close. Zart kept mocking other Gladers from afar, imagining what they were saying.

“Oh look, I’m Ben. Watch me hold all this lumber.” Zart mocked Ben’s voice while making a silly face. You laughed at him, covering your mouth.

“And I’m Gally. Watch me yell at everything, Rah!” You joined in.

Once again, Newt was getting jealous. He worked in the Gardens as well along with you and Zart. But he leaned a little on his shovel, envying Zart. He couldn’t help himself, he walked up to you and Zart.

“What is up with you today, Y/N? You’ve been slacking all day. Messing around and not doing work. I’m tired of it. Do your share,” he scolded you which was something he never did. “And you too, Zart. Get back to work.”

Once again, you rolled your eyes. You also scoffed. 

“What’s your issue today? I’m always doing my work, you know that. I always mess around, but I also get my work done. So why is today such a huge issue?”

You were fuming, getting real tired of Newt’s attitude. Though he didn’t reply. He looked like he was hiding something. 

“You know what? Come with me. We need to talk. Now.” Newt demanded. He didn’t even give you time to react. He grabbed your wrist and took you to the Homestead for some privacy. He took you up the stairs where his bedroom was.

“What the hell, Newt?” You shouted at him. “Why are you acting like this? You’re never like this. What are you hiding?”

“I’m hiding nothing. I’m just buggin’ tired of you playing and messing around with everyone. You need to get work done.”

“Oh, slim it! We can have a little fun in here, can’t we?”

Newt huffed, staring at you. You stared back, confused as to why he was acting so out of place. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“What’s really going on? You know this isn’t you. Talk to me.”

“I’m…” Newt started, but had a hard time spitting it out. “Jealous.”

“What? Jealous? Of what? I’m literally talking to people. How could you be jealous?”

I don’t know! Maybe because I desperately want you!” He spat out.

Your eyes went wide as you stared at him with disbelief in your eyes. You couldn’t find your voice at all. Your stomach dropped, heart raced, and you felt butterflies.

“Isn’t it bloody obvious? I love being around you. I love making you laugh. I always want to be with you. Always want to make sure you’re okay. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I thought I made that obvious.”

You opened your mouth but no words came. What could you say? You didn’t know, but before you knew it you started responding.

“I… I thought you were just being Newt. You’ve acted that way towards me from the very beginning. Since we met. I… I never expected you to like me. I never expected you to think of me that way…”

“Well I do, and clearly you–”

“I feel the same way,” you cute him off. Newt shut his mouth tight, looking at you with amazement. 


You nodded your head. It became silent then, you two just staring at one another. Neither of you knew what to do. Neither of you didn’t know how to respond. 

“Are we gonna stand here or are you going to kiss me?” You chuckled nervously. You were scared to kiss first for some reason, so it was all on Newt now.

Newt didn’t hesitate. He took a large step to you, grabbed your cheeks, and planted his lips right on yours. You two kissed a while, just one big kiss. Your lips never separated for the time being. 

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been wishing for that,” you breathed.

“Trust me, I might have a clue,” he giggled. “Sorry I’ve been a slinthead today… That wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s okay. Ease up. None of them will take me away from you, okay? Besides, they all view me as a sister.”

Newt’s lips twitched up. A smile formed on his mouth. He grabbed your hands in his, pulling you in for another kiss.

“i’m tired of being your secret”

daveed diggs x reader drabble

just messing around lemme know what you think

warnings: none lol

word count: 487

“Y/N!” you heard Daveed hush at you. Quickly checking to make sure your wouldn’t miss your cue, you walked towards him, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“What’s up?” you asked as you got closer.

He was in his Lafayette costume, and looked fine as hell. You really didn’t have to ask, because the second you saw his smirk, you knew.

Daveed didn’t even look for bystanders before pushing his lips to yours. He lifted your chin to have better access to your lips. You tried to hid your grin, but the feeling of his lips on yours made you feel so whole.

Snapping to reality, he lightly pushed your shoulders away, indicating for you to stop. 

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him closer and nipped at his lip. Daveed tried to stifle the soft groan he let escape, but you grinned against him and he knew he had been caught.

When he finally broke, you sighed, kind of pissed. You heard the opening notes of Stay Alive and turned on your heel and left. 

“Wait, Y/N -“ he tried quietly.

“No. You know what, Daveed? I’m tired of being your secret. I’m tired of having to sneak around and -“ that was your cue. You rolled your eyes and stalked onstage, leaving Daveed feeling like a guilty mess.

At the end of the show, you were putting on a pair of sweats over your spandex when you heard a small knock on the door. It was Jasmine.

“Hey, Y/N! We’re doing a Ham4Ham and we need a few more singers, you down?” You really wanted to just go home, but the second Jasmine gave her puppy dog eyes, you were sunk.

“Perfect!” she said as agreed. 

It was packed outside and Lin was trying to explain what was going on.

“Our very own Daveed Diggs is going to perform for us tonight!” You felt his eyes trail on you for a second longer. 

Then the music started, and he was rapping. It wasn’t his usual police brutality and sex god rapping, it was sweet. You tried to catch all of the words, but the second your eyes met, you couldn’t hear a thing.

As he got closer to you, the end of the song approaching, you managed to get the last line:

“I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but you.”

And in an instant, his lips were on yours and your body was flush against his. You tangled your hand in his hair while he pressed the small of your back, making you almost crumble right there and then.

When you finally pulled away, his smile was shining like the sun. Lin laughed, “Get a room! Goodnight everybody!”

The crowd roared as Daveed pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“What was that about being a secret?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I love you too, loser.“

Flake on the formation of Rammstein

Flake “I joined when the band already existed. I took a year out to decide. At the time I only played as a guest. Schneider was a straight type who was only really interested in drumming,and not in friendship.I did not have any emotional relationship with him. Richard did not want to play with Paul, as the second guitarist, he was jealous and saw him as a competitor.. We did not understand each other. Oliver Riedel didn’t really care about anyone either., He came from the Inchtabokatables, he grew tired of them just messing around.. He wanted a real band. I was a little afraid of him - Oliver was strange and somewhat sinister.

Till was the only one Im imediately liked. Till of course, liked Paul, because he thought that because of Feeling B Paul was a guarantee of success,and he enjoyed his exuberance.

Till pleaded his case against the wishes of everyone else. Then they tried to talk me into speaking up for Paul,, but I said, “No, I will not play with you any longer. In fact, besides me,and Till no one could tolerate him
I’d played with Paul for over eight years,and he constantly got on my nerves. This happened already in the period when we parted, and Paul left me with relief.