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Trick or treat! What about a line or two from something that'll likely never see the light of day from the WIP folder?
Ohhhh this is a fun question!
Ok so with @the-commonplace-book's permission, I shall share quite a few chunks of a little story we wrote together for fun, mostly just to take a break from some of our more serious joint projects, which is the MGME trope, but make it a couple of kids and their shitty parents -- who are some longstanding OCs which have been knocking about for years from a different, really cool project that she's working on. Mostly this whole thing began with, "what if Torin and Finley met Elrond and he could maybe dad them a bit? Wouldn't that be fun?"
The first section includes Glorfindel rescuing the parents from some Trolls (classic) after they fall into Middle Earth, and then I'll just select chunks at random. We wound up dropping it because we got to a point where we got bored, but it was a really good time while it lasted and spawned a totally different (but similar) idea which we poke at every once in a while.
This could get quite long :D
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Neil and Deidre had been bickering so loudly and incessantly, that they hadnât heard the thud! thud! thud! approaching until it was just behind them. They spun around just in time to see an enormous grey monster reaching for them.Â
They scrambled to escape, but it had them in their clutches - one in each giant hand. It was as rank as it was ugly, and no matter how much they squirmed and screamed, it wouldnât let them go.
It carried them a ways through the woods, to a camp just outside a cave, where another giant grey creature sat tending a fire proportionate to their size. They began to chat.
If they had spoken the local tongue they might have understood the conversation as:
âWhat do you have there, Art?âÂ
âOh just some tasty morsels for tonightâs stew! Caught them scrambling about the edge of the moor, I did.â
âThat oneâs got a good bit of fat on him.â The second troll said, poking Deirdre with a thick grimy finger.Â
Art yanked her back, sending Deirdre screeching anew. âHands to yourself, Wildo. I found them. Iâm cooking them up.â
âThereâs plenty to share! With that one at least.â
âThis oneâs mine. You can have the skinny one.â He tossed Neil to Wildo, who fumbled the catch, much to Neilâs increasing distress.
Of course, Neil and Deirdre Brady couldnât speak this language, and so they were left in a fright, with monstrous creatures tossing them about and speaking utter nonsense. Perhaps it was for the best. No one, of course, wants to know that they are about to be roasted alive for lunch.
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Trolls were nothing to sniff at.
They raised such a horrid stink.
Glorfindel had been waiting just at the edge of the cave this lot was living in, having been drawn by the orange glow this side of the hill. A glow that bright in the middle of the night in the Trollshaws only meant one thing. And these trolls were too close to the main road not to be a nuisance to travelers.Â
Heâd been waiting because he had only counted one troll at the fire and they generally never lived alone if they could help it. It would be better to bag them both at once.
He was handsomely rewarded when the trollâs companion returned with dinner.Â
A very loud dinner.
The screeching was warranted, but hard to listen to. Glorfindel winced. No time to waste!
He left Asfaloth where he was âthere was no sense risking him with the trollsâ and strode into the ring of light, AurĂŤ flashing in his hands, and called out jovially:
âHo, my friends! What a nice catch you have!âÂ
Both trolls froze and turned to look at the intruder.Â
Glorfindel gave AurĂŤ a whirl and then gripped the hilt with both hands. âMind if I join you for dinner?âÂ
Before either Art or Wildo could decide how to react (trolls were, of course, rather slow creatures), Glorfindel raised his voice in a battle Song which forced both to drop their prizes and clutch their ears in horror. He sprinted toward them, Singing, and cut Art down with one long slice to his belly. Wildo recovered quicker, and grabbed the wicked-looking knife from his beltâ which was about the size of AurĂŤâ and waved it wildly in Glorfindelâs direction with a terrified shout.
Glorfindel neatly sidestepped each cut, parried, and then stabbed Wildo straight in the knee.
The troll howled in pain and sank to his knees. Glorfindel took the opportunity to plunge AurĂŤ straight into the beastâs eye, right up to the hilt.
It took a bit of a yank to get the sword out again, which was tiresome. He had to put a boot to the creatureâs skull to get enough leverage.
Panting, he cleaned AurĂŤ and sheathed it, then turned and held out a gloved hand, glowing with golden light, to the woman first.Â
âRight. I hope you are not terribly hurt. Nasty things, trolls.âÂ
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(and later, the twins find the two boys in the forest and, after discovering that they speak no recognizable language, bring them to Rivendell to see if Elrond can figure out how to communicate with them)
The twins led the boys up to the house. It was buzzing with activity this time of day, elves going to-and-from the healing halls or the kitchen, some Dunedain guests milling about. They passed a group of hunters heading out for the diurnal prey that would be out soon.Â
Elrohir would have liked to get the boys another meal before doing anything else, but it was best to figure out what language they were speaking first. They climbed the stairs to the second floor, then went out to the garden and passed Lindir, who greeted them with a bow.
âAdaâs in his study?â Elladan asked.
Lindir nodded. âI have just come from there.â His eyes fell to the boys with curiosity, and then flicked back up to the twins.Â
âUhâŚweâll explain later. We really have to talk to him,â Elladan said again, and said goodbye and continued on past the courtyard to knock on the door to his fatherâs study and then went inside.
Elrond was indeed there, bent over some letters with Erestor at his side. Both of them looked over and Elrond straightened. He probably meant inquire after the hunt, but paused at once when he saw the boys.
Before the inevitable could be asked, Elrohir cut in: âWe found them at the edge of the trollshaws alone and lost. No sign of any adults. Umâ and I have no idea what language theyâre speaking.â
âHe tried everything,â Elladan added. âThey donât speak common. Elrohir even tried Khuzdul and Haradi but they recognized nothing.âÂ
Elrond held up a hand to still them both and slowly came over. The boys had dark hair and light eyes. If he didnât know any better, he would think they were Elrosâ kin. But if what Elladan and Elrohir said was true, then he couldnât imagine how that could be.Â
âThe trollshaws?â From behind him, Erestor was incredulous. âWhat were they doing in the trollshaws? That is a long way from any Mannish settlement in the area.âÂ
âI imagine we shall find out if we talk to them,â Elrond said evenly. He wished to hear them speak, if only to take a stab at a language root. He sank down to their level (his height was hard to handle for some grown men, let alone two children), and then put a hand to his chest and introduced, âElrond.â And gestured to the eldest.Â
Torin kept his feet firmly planted on the floor, despite the way this manâs presence made him want to cower. He was tall - taller than any man Torin had ever met. His grey eyes looked old beyond his years and when he knelt to Finleyâs level with those careful, gentle motions and that disarming tone, a profound sense of unease and acute distrust churned in Torinâs gut.
âTorin. Weâre just looking for a phone.â He held his hand to his ear, fingers extended to pantomime it, and searched the manâs face for any sign of understanding. âPhone? Cell? Ring ring?â
Finley shrunk behind his brother.Â
Elrond cocked his head. The gesture was completely unfamiliar. The languageâŚhe supposed he didnât have enough information to discern a root, though if he had to guess it might be Rohirric in nature.Â
The three questions in quick succession were clearly an attempt at some sort of clarification. Synonyms. But unfortunately he hadnât the faintest idea of what any of it meant.
He glanced up at the twins, who looked baffled, and then sat back on his haunches and decided on: âWell met, Torin. I am afraid I donât know how to help you,â because regardless of whether or not they understood each other, he was still going to give him the respect of speaking to him. âBut I promise I will do my best to find how.âÂ
âYou donât know what theyâre speaking?â Elladan was astounded.
âUnfortunately I do not. It is a puzzle,â Elrond replied back.Â
The only thing Torin understood out of all that was his name. It was swiftly become clear they either had no idea what a phone was, or simply didnât have any here and were trying to explain that.Â
âFuck,â he said, guessing that was as gibberish to them as anything else in English. If he hadnât left his damn phone charging in his room they wouldnât be in this mess.
âOkay, uh, Plan B,â he said, not even bothering to whisper. They couldnât understand what he was saying to his brother anyway. âWeâre gonna get some more food and figure out where the hell we are, and then figure out the real Plan B.â
Finley nodded mutely.
Torin took out the little wrapped bread from earlier and held it up, pointing to it. âFood?âÂ
At that, Elrond lit up into a warm smile. It was an easily understood question.
âThat was going to be my next suggestion, in fact. Food,â he repeated the unfamiliar word. âYes.âÂ
The letters were entirely forgotten with his attention entirely diverted onto this new puzzle. Erestor let out a long-suffering sigh and gathered them up into a neat stack. Elrond stood and started for the door beckoning.Â
âIâll go get them something,â Elladan said, heading down to the kitchen. âTerrace?â
Elrond hummed in assent, and started up the walkway to the third floor, Elrohir following behind.Â
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Elrond led them back downstairs, all the way to the first floor of the library. He waved to IĂťldis as they passed her desk on their way in. She paid him a polite nod of her head. Elrond led them through the rows of books until they came to the selection of maps. He took one down and rolled it out on the nearest table large enough to accommodate it, took a moment to orient himself, and then pointed to Rivendell.
âWeâre here. Rivendell.â He then traced over the mountains to: âDale,â then downward, âRohan,â further south. âGondor. Minas Tirith.â And finally, back over the mountains, being sure to trace slowly all the way west. âBree.â Then, âEred Luin.âÂ
Torin may not have been a geography whiz, but he knew a map of world and knew this sure as hell wasnât it.Â
âAre you fucking joking?â Torin shook his head. âYou donât even have a real map. Thatâs grand. Fantastic. Fuck!â He grabbed the map and threw it off the table like the useless piece of garbage it was.
Finley flinched and shrunk back, worrying at his sleeves, stiff with shoulder hunched up to his ears.Â
Torin pointed an angry finger at Elrond. âTell us where the hell we are!â
âRivââ Finley tried to say Rivendell. Heâd picked up that much. Not that he knew where or what Rivendell was, but it was where they were. The word couldnât form. It tangled up in his mouth. âRiââ  Rivendell. Rivendell. Rivendell. It was right there caught in his throat behind a lump of anxiety.
Elrond took the outburst in stride. He watched the map drift to the floor, and then returned his attention to Torin. IÝldis had crept over at the commotion and was leaning around to glare at them all disapprovingly from around the bookcase. He shot her an apologetic smile and bent to retrieve the map. Thankfully, it was not damaged.
He rolled it up and reshelved it.
âRivendell,â he repeated, because the question was clear and Torinâs little brotherâs answer was also predictable. âThat is where you are. And if you dislike the map we can look at others, but I am not sure if they will be of any use to you.â
He had begun to radiate a gentle flow of calm through the floor, if only because he could feel how fast the little oneâs heartbeat was. It also may help keep the surrounding books intact.Â
Torin couldnât pinpoint how, but he got the sense Elrond was trying to calm him down and that only put him further on edge. â Ireland. Europe. British Isles. Dublin. Any of that mean anything to you?!âÂ
He couldnât tell if this was an elaborate act of if they really were that disconnected from society. For concerning recent events, the cosmic phenomenon they experienced yesterday had nothing on the presence of these pointy-eared bastards.
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Elladan and Elrohir decided to go upstairs and get some sleep. They had slept little on their hunt, especially the night before, and it was beginning to catch up with them. On their way in, though, they stopped to check on the boys.Â
âTorin screamed at Ada,â Elladan muttered with a laugh. âEveryoneâs talking about it.â
Elrohirâs eyes grew wide. âHeâs lucky Erestor wasnât there. He would have put him over his knee. Ai, I can still remember the first and last time I ever did that.âÂ
Erestor had never done anything of the sort, of course, but the scathing disapproval had hurt just as much. Heâd been in the room at the time. Ada had simply taken it in stride, asked him if he was finished, and then sent him to study a corner of the nursery for three hours. The boredom had been another kind of pain.
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(Glorfindel arrives with Neil and Deidre, and they go to "reunite" with the boys but uhhhhh it does not go well... partially due to the language barrier but also due to the shitty family dynamic which the elves have no way of knowing about)
CelebrĂan led the boys upstairs. Elrond and Glorfindel came in before they could make it all the way to the terrace, meeting them in the hall. They had to sorely bedraggled adults with them who, CelebrĂan guessed, looked quite a lot like both boys.Â
âGlorfindel! Itâs good to see you back!â she shot him a bright smile.
Glorfindelâs smile that he gave her in return was radiant as ever. âItâs good to be back.âÂ
Torin froze. His body went stiff and he planted his feet. No. No, no no.
There were their parents, tired, with muddy clothes and tired eyes. Relief washed over their faces at the sight of him, but Torin didnât share the sentiment. He knew it was a lie.
âTorin!â His mum went to hug him and he shrugged her off. His dad placed a hand on his shoulder and he stiffened.Â
âWeâve been looking for you for over a day. We were worried sick.âÂ
âYeah Iâll bet you were,â Torin grumbled.Â
âWhereâs your brother?â The concern carried a nearly imperceptible edge.
Torin looked to his side. Finley was gone. Fuck. His eyes turned to his dadâs with a sharp glare. âWhat do you care?â
Neil sighed, like dealing with a petulant child, and tried to ask after Finley. âThe smaller one? Finley?â He indicated the height, hoping one of the strangers (and they truly were strange) could help.
No one knew what to make of the strange encounter. This was not how they had expected it to go. Torin did not look glad to see his parents. Elrond began to wonder if it had not been an accident that they had been separated.Â
So focused were they all on the conversation that it came as a terrible surprise when Torinâs father (whom Glorfindel had introduced as Neil) asked about Finley. Before Elrond could register what he meant, CelebrĂan frowned, looking around.Â
âHe was just hereââ
Ah. Finley was the little one. And he had gone missing in a matter of seconds. Elrondâs heart jumped. He craned his neck. Sure enough, Finley was nowhere in sight.
He shot Neil an apologetic smile and said, âI will look for him. CelebrĂan, could you have Lindir make up a room?âÂ
A little shaken, CelebrĂan nodded. She couldnât imagine how Finley had been so quiet, nor so quick, that no one had noticed him disappear.Â
Elrond set off. Glorfindel took it upon himself to introduce: âLady CelebrĂan, this is Neil, and his fucking cunt Deidre.â He said it cheerily, gesturing between the two of them, looking very proud of himself for picking up on the word for spouse from all of their bickering.Â
CelebrĂan shot them a smile and touched her hand to her chest and inclined her head. âWell met. CelebrĂan,â she introduced herself.Â
Deirdre, however, squawked in offense and, before Neil could stop her, slapped Glorfindel. âHow dare you!âÂ
âDeirdre!â He reached her a moment too late.Â
âYou heard what he called me!âÂ
âYou really think he knows what that means?â
âWellâ Well then itâs your fault! He must have picked it up from you!â
Meanwhile, Torin burst into laughter the moment Glorfindel said it. âNo, no.â He gave a thumbs up to Glorfindel and pointed to his mum, still laughing. âHis fucking cunt.â
âWIFE! Iâm his wife!â Deirdre screeched.Â
âTorin.â Neil shot him a warning glare, but then those eyes flicked around their company.Â
Torin, knowing his dad couldnât do shit in public, just shrugged and gave him a shit-eating grin. âYou said it first.â
Glorfindel was so surprised by this entire thing that he froze. CelebrĂanâs eyebrows rose. She put her hands on her hips, ready to lash out at Deidre despite her being a guest because they most certainly did not allow anyone to strike anyone in her houseâ but at Torinâs reaction and Deidreâs apparently correction, the situation became clear.
âGlorfindelâ I think that doesnât mean what you think it means,â she said slowly.
Glorfindel looked between Torin, CelebrĂan, Neil, and Deidre. âHe called her that the whole time!âÂ
âMaybe they donât get along as well as you thought,â CelebrĂan said with a thin, albeit amused, smile.Â
Glorfindel blushed and ducked his head in Deidreâs direction. âI misunderstood. My deepest apologies.âÂ
Deirdre huffed, but accepted what she hoped was an apology. âDoes anyone here speak English?â she demanded.Â
âNope,â Torin said. âNo English. No phones. No maps. Weâre fucking stranded with these weirdos in this godforsaken larping compound.â
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(one last little snippet here, after Finley bolts to get away from his parents, Elrond goes off to find him).
Elrond set off from the group. When he turned the corner in the hall, he stopped, shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and blocked everything out to attune to the floor beneath his feet.Â
Sure enough, it was faint, but there was a tiny heartbeat some distance away, racing at breakneck speed.Â
He followed it down to the second floor, past the rows and rows of guest rooms, hardly saying hello to anyone as he passed them. It grew stronger and stronger until he came to his study. The corners of his mouth twitched. Silently, he slipped in and padded over. The source of the heartbeat came from behind his desk.Â
If Finleyâs first reaction upon seeing his parents was to hide, that was a bad sign. Torin had, really, reacted no better. Elrond was in no hurry to return Finley to them at present. More than likely it was only out of anxiety that they would be angry with him for running off, or getting lost, or any number of things. But this was such a strong reaction that Elrond worried it might be something more than that.
He sank down to the floor to sit on the other side of his desk, resting his back against it and reclining.Â
âFinley, is it?âÂ
He was glad that he finally knew the little oneâs name. He kept his voice soft, hardly above a whisper, and began to radiate a gentle pool of calm, hoping that Finley might come out on his own.Â
Finley wasnât sure how he got here, or where here even was. His arms wrapped around his knees, squeezing so, so tight; he felt he might crumble into a million little pieces if he let go. He couldnât stop shaking, his head was spinning, his chest wound tight, and he could barely breathe.Â
I shouldnât have run. I shouldnât have run. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry Iâm sorry.Â
The words filled his thoughts to the brim like swelling pressure against a frail dam. The door opened. His whimpers silenced and he pressed against the corner of the wood.Â
Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Go away. Please go away. Please donâtâ
The footsteps stopped on the other side of the wood. A pause, then a voice. That wasnât his dad. He felt like he should know who it was, but couldnât remember through the screaming mess in his head. Whoever it was, he had a gentle voice. Finley felt the air come back into his lungs. Tears sprung from his eyes.Â
He opened his mouth, but not words would come out. They all tangled up in his clenching chest.
It was quiet for a long time, save only for the sound of Finleyâs still-racing heart, his sniffling, and the little sounds of distress he was making every so often. Panic. Elrondâs chest twisted. He briefly considered going to fetch Torin, but that might mean alerting Finleyâs parents that he had been found. He had no intention of doing so until Finley was calm and they had a chance toâŚ
âŚwhat, talk? They couldnât. Elrond bit the inside of his cheek, frustrated. He squashed the feeling as soon as it rose before it could bleed out of him.
Finley neither spoke nor came out from under the desk, though his heart did slow somewhat. Elrond fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully reached behind him to set it at the corner of the desk, within reach without forcing Finley to come out before he was ready.
After another long stretch, an idea occurred to him. It was riskyâ especially in the state Finley was inâ but there was a chance they might be able to communicate.
Tentatively, with the upmost care to be gentle, Elrond reached out and brushed Finleyâs whirring, anxious mind with his own.Â
âI am not here to make you come out,â he told him, hoping that at least something would be intelligible, âdonât fret.â
The voice, orâŚÂ impression of a voice, was warm. It felt the same as the calming presence that had begun to ease his fear. Not banish it, but lessen it at least. What he imagining things? He figured he must be. His dad said his grandma used to hear things that werenât there.Â
Whatever he was, a real or not, Finleyâs thoughts tumbled back to him.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have run away. I just got really scared. I donât know where I am or if Torinâs okay. He was probably so mad and itâs my fault. Itâs all my fault. I shouldnât have run away. Iâm sorry.â
The response was remarkably clear, for all its rushing current of fear which choked the words. Elrond let out a relieved breath.
âTorin is well. He is safe,â he told him at once. âAnd to my knowledge no one is angry with you. Only worried.âÂ
Finley buried his face in his knees and pulled them closer to his chest, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood. âNo. No heâs angry. Heâs really really angry and itâs my fault. Itâs my fault because I ran away and now heâs gonna hurt Torin and itâs my fault. I shouldnât have run away or hid the rings or taken the rings or anything. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry!âÂ
âIâmâ Iâ Iâ Iâm sââ the words stumbled weakly out of his mouth. ââm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
Elrond shifted, rounding the desk to settle down once more a fair distance away, within Finleyâs line of sight, but neither blocking his exits nor forcing either of them to look directly at each other.Â
âNo one will hurt Torin in my house. I will not let them,â he replied back, firm and steadfast, but still gentle and warm. âis it your father that scares you so much, tithen pen?âÂ
Finley didnât look up when he moved around the desk. He kept his face buried in his knees, but nodded, just a little.Â
âHe was really angry, âcause I took something I wasnât supposed to and now weâre here and itâs my fault.â
Elrond tilted his head, still radiating that flow of calm and relieved beyond words that this was working.Â
âpredicaments so unfortunate and tangled as this are hardly ever any one personâs fault, let alone someone so small as you. And in any case I am certain you did not intend to cause harm. And a second I promise: I will not let anyone hurt your brother. Neither will I let anyone hurt you. No matter how angry they might be.âÂ
Finley couldnât say why he believed him, but he did. He was just one of those people who made you feel safe. Finley was scared to look up, because he wanted so badly for him to be real, but was so scared he wasnât.Â
It took a few minutes to muster up the courage to lift his head and open his eyes.Â
There, sitting on the floor, was Elrond.
He was warm like summer and had a presence so much bigger than Finleyâs dad, but so much kinder.Â
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anyway, that's the gist! I know that's quite bit more than a "line or two" but this will likely never go up anywhere, since we don't plan on finishing it. It's a fun idea, but we wound up doing a similar thing with the same characters a little to the left, and we like that better.
âJust you watch!â Roman would say in a definite sort of voice that he always got when someone started badmouthing Divination, which prompted Logan and Patton shared a look, âDee Ekans is going to end up a Death Eater!â
And if one watched for several more years, and kept that sort of conversation in their mind as they did, they would see that Roman Prince had been right.
And if one did not know anything about the conflict between Virgil Storm and Dee Ekans, they would be inclined to believe that Dee had always been a vile sort of fellow and that there was no other outcome for the boy born into a pureblood family that favored dark magic, but for him to join the rest of his family in their attempts promote the Dark Lady and that he and Virgil had been destined to hate each other from the start.
And if one did not know their facts, one would, of course, come to the perfectly reasonable conclusion that it had always been this way.
(aka, a plot several years in the making comes apart and Virgil finds himself on the wrong end of Romanâs wand with answers he canât give.)
What? Me? With a new au in the making when I still have a billion others? Listen no one ever said I had self control.
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we are not alone in fear (19302 words) by pocky_slash
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barclay/Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone), Dani/Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone)
Characters: Barclay (The Adventure Zone), Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone), Dani (The Adventure Zone), Aubrey Little, Jake Coolice, Mama (The Adventure Zone)
Additional Tags: Reconciliation, Relationship Discussions, Anxiety, References to Depression, Introspection, Talking, everyone has a lot of feelings
As much as Barclay would like to definitively decide this is his happily ever after, it's been too long to just pick up where he and Indrid left off thirty years ago.
(Right?)
(Barclay frets, Dani hovers, Mama gives a shovel talk, and Indrid drops some revelations about the seventies.)
Welp, I had a deadline for something else, so of course I finished this thing I started six weeks ago.
Working title for this was â90% talking 5% nonsense 5% sex.â Barclay grapples with defining his relationship, Dani grapples with being open about her feelings, and Indrid continues to be insightful and insufferable in turns. Iâm actually quite fond of it.
Since I am often so down and in a bad mood I decided at the beginning of the year to write down what I liked about it so I can make at the end of the year (today!) a list to look back on good memories :)
Several replys, faves, RTs on Twitter from people I like. (Especially that Casper one made me happy) Also, BĂśhmermann choosing one of my tweets for his youtube videos? lol
2 of my questions made it to Sportstudio ha
As It Is concert
Catch the Band with Kraftklub, weirdly appearing in their video for it, meeting them again, free concert :â)
Cro Concert + meeting him and his band afterwards
Leipzig Bookfair
RISE AGAINST CONCERT
BIGBANG comeback, honestly they gave me more reasons to smile in the past 7 months than my family
AC/DC concert which was dope
U21 Euro - even though I couldnât attend and we lost awfully in the semi finals, it was quite a journey I shared with these guys and they filled many of my evenings with happiness, so....
Casperâs Castival. This day was so fucking hot istg I thought Iâm gonna faint. Such a nice day.
got a picture with our Worldcup Trophy yay
Die Toten Hosen concert
My stay in Munich, got to go to Matches, meet the players, explore the city... just beautiful times :)
Vacation in Amsterdam
Fabian RÜmer concert + meeting him ~
FOB concert with Julia and Pete holding my hand, say whaaaat
DFB Team match in Leipzig, meeting them at the Hotel, being broadcasted on national TV with Tori, spending the weekend with Denise âĽ
One Piece proved why its by far my favorite Manga
My cousin sent me japanese Baumkuchen once and the plans for me to go to Japan got a bit more detailed...
Hm, should be it. On to a 2016, that will hopefully even better.