#Tallinn picture

[canaanitechristian]

A picture of Tallinn

[kukekakuningaskris]

"you better not be cunty kris guštin wearing bojan sunglasses when i get there"

my cunty ass:

[arthoe-iceland]

my certified Meals Of The Summer were tomato ricotta toast (lots of olive oil) and this nyt cooking zucchini and feta pasta (lots of olive oil)

my certified Condiment Of The Summer was olive oil from the turkish grocery store

[unofficial-estonia]

Tallinn*, Estonia

Pärnu, Estonia 1900

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik fucks Price all tender like.

For @nekrosmos based on their beautiful art (and Anon who wanted Price crying).

cw: tender sex, fingering, anal sex, Nik is hung, brief mention of rimming.

Their first time had been in Tallinn. Nik didn't remember much of the mission, only that Estonia had been just as beautiful as he remembered it, with the old medieval cobbles and buildings of the city providing the perfect location for a few days R&R with John. On the second night, John had crowded into his hotel room, flushed with confidence after a few strong beers, and Nik had come down his throat about half an hour later, the bristles of John’s beard rough and delicious on the inside of his thighs.

Their relationship had been slowly, irresistibly, building for years. John’s aversion to vulnerability meant that every step had to be a small shuffle, every moment of tenderness or token of love delivered cautiously, like petting a feral stray as you taught it to trust. Nik liked John’s machismo, his confidence, that was as much part of him as the aching, sensitive heart hidden beneath it all. But sometimes it created frustrating obstacles in his journey to happiness.

At some point, they had become exclusive. Not through any negotiation or at a defined turning point, but almost by accident. Nik stopped partaking in the local gay haunts around the world because none of the men he found there excited him in the same way, and he noticed Grindr had been deleted from John's phone. John had all but confirmed it when he'd shoved Nik into his flat late one evening muttering about ‘gaggin’ fer it' after not seeing Nik for close to a month.

A solid blowjob and good hand game wasn't enough for Nik though. On those lonely nights away, he wrapped a slick, tight fist around his cock and imagined it was John’s arse, those strong legs would be latched around Nik's waist as he fucked him, deep and slow. The morning after one night together, Nik had climbed over John’s back an hour or so before their alarm, his girth sitting between John’s arse cheeks, grinding lazily over John’s hole as he kissed the back of his neck.

"S'not gonna fit, Nik," John growled, groggy but absolutely rock hard against the mattress. The weight of Nik's body, with his furred chest against John’s back, his thick arms bracketing John’s shoulders, made him flush with excitement.

“Perhaps not now,” Nik whispered into the back of his shoulder, biting gently at the slope up to his neck as he nestled the weight of his balls against the back of John’s. “But I want to have you John. Next time.”

"Mm, fuck," John groaned, tilting his hips up just to feel Nik rut against him. He'd only bottomed a handful of times; Nik would be a challenge for his relatively inexperienced arse, but he appeared eager to try. Nik knew he was larger than average having had plenty of occasions to compare himself to other men. But with patience and tenderness, John's body would relax enough to accommodate him.

That morning he came in the hollow of John’s back, marking his lover as his, before turning him over to start his morning with a blowjob.

It turned out John was keener than Nik had anticipated. Nik had been airborne when he received the picture of John through WhatsApp - their second chat for more private correspondence - the flared base of a dildo pressed flush to his hole, his cock drooling between his spread thighs. Nik had nearly crashed his Black Hawk into a nearby skyscraper. The message read, “about a third of your size”. Nik sent back a picture of his hard cock once he'd landed, pushing down the waistband of his boxers, his fingers squeezing at the base. “Want to ruin you,” was the response.

There were a few more pictures like that before Nik had the opportunity to get his hands on John again. It just so happened that the week before their liaison had been rough. John was tired, stressed, dark circles beneath his eyes from lack of sleep and a tight tension across his shoulders. Nik had cancelled their dinner plans in favour of cooking at home, where John could doze on his sofa with a beer while Nik cooked. Steak with hand cut chips, John's favourite.

After dinner, he had pulled John into the shower. They stood under the warm torrent of water wrapped together, Nik's hands in John’s hair as he rubbed in the shampoo. He worked down to John's beard and squeezed those round cheeks under his thumbs, his chest clenching with affection. “You are so handsome,” Nik murmured, kissing John's nose when it wrinkled in disagreement.

“Bloody ‘aggard.”

“Pssh, nyet,” Nik huffed dismissively, placing a kiss on the stitch between John’s eyebrows and then slowly, gently his lips. He stayed there as he let the shampoo rinse out of John's hair, sliding his hands down his neck, lips chasing his own thumbs down John's throat until his palms slid over the shelf of his broad shoulders and back. John arched into it, rising onto his tiptoes, fingers burying in Nik's hair as Nik’s mouth reached his chest and began to suck greedily at his nipple.

“Fuck, Nik…” John breathed, leaning back into the palm at his neck as Nik stroked and squeezed him all over, savouring the firm curves of muscle, the way he began to relax in fits and starts, trusting Nik to hold him up as he began to sag into Nik’s arms and enjoy the attention. His delight was breathless, amused, almost boyishly coy when presented with his own pleasure, and Nik smiled against his freckles, the pale blush of his nipples, as he felt those soft chuckles vibrate against his lips.

By the time Nik was guiding him towards the bed, towelling off his hair and leaving it sticking out at all angles, snatching cheeky kisses and squeezes, John’s eyes were bright and his crooked grin soft. Ruffled John Price, his chest flushed beneath its dark curls of hair, his cheeks warm, was beyond endearing. His skin was shower-soft, sensitive, and Nik tickled his ribs playfully as they fell onto the bed.

“Oi, ya wily git, don’--ha, urf, gerroff.” John wriggled away and Nik crawled after him, pressing a hand against the headboard as he slotted between John's legs. The kiss that followed was slow and deep, Nik lapping possessively into John's mouth. He felt strong hands grope appreciatively at his chest, working down to the handles of fat above his hips so that John could grind up with a soft, needy moan.

They rolled and tussled in the nest of bedsheets and pillows, Nik drawing John over him, against him, so that he could squeeze his arse and thighs, grinding the slick, dripping length of John's cock against his belly as John purred and growled his appreciation, nipping greedily at Nik's neck and shoulders.

When Nik pulled away, John finally nestled back against the pillows, he looked down at John's handsome, rugged face, soft and hazy with pleasure, and felt his chest ache with adoration. “Ty svet moyey zshízni.”

John's eyes crinkled in amusement, his lower lip rolling between his teeth. “M’ Russian still ain't that good, Nik. But… bloody ‘ell, speak to me like that some more…”

Nik grinned. “Perhaps, I will whisper the words of poets in your ear as I am inside you. Although,” Nik leaned over to pull the bottle of lube from the bedside table, “they will be nothing compared to the sounds you will make.”

Somehow, John flushed a little redder in the face. Blue eyes wide as Nik shifted to lay down at his side, coaxing one leg over his hip while he nudged the other knee outward. Nik curled an arm beneath John’s head too and threaded their fingers together on the pillow beside it. Like this, he could see the pleasure on John's face. John, unused to scrutiny, tried for some bluster to cover his uncertainty. “Oh yeah? Pretty sure of yerself. Takes more ‘an a big dick to make me noisy.”

“Hmm. Is that a challenge, captain?” Nik asked, smiling. John was being playful, but there was a hint of trepidation behind the bright shine of those eyes. He expected to be pounded into the mattress, no doubt. The men John had been with before liked it rough. They had exchanged stories about past partners over a bottle of scotch and a cigar, and John had professed to having reduced many to overwhelmed tears. It was a point of masculine pride to have rendered such a service, even if Nik sensed it wasn't really what he preferred.

Admitting to wanting tenderness was not something that came easily to John. The way he had skittered away like a whipped animal the first time Nik had stroked his hair or offered to spoon around him in the afterglow had been difficult to navigate at first. It was completely the opposite to what Nik had experienced previously; an expectation he would be rough and then pleased relief when he had been gentle. John had been spooked by someone wanting to cradle him like something valuable.

Slowly, with Nik's persistent offer, John had started to seek it out, nuzzling into Nik's chest as they lay in bed, or surrendering his body as he had in the shower. John Price preferred to be loved gently, even if he did occasionally like a rough tumble to work off steam.

Nik pressed the lube into John's free hand where it rested on his own belly, and offered his fingers out expectantly.

John blinked, but spun the cap off with a deft flick of his thumb, before squeezing out a generous blob onto Nik's fingertips. “Gotta do ev'ryfin' round here,” he muttered, and Nik nipped his ear in reprimand. “R’off.”

“You are nervous.”

“‘m not.”

“Hmm.”

Nik smoothed the gel over his fingers, warming it against his skin, before reaching down to stroke the soft, sensitive furl of John's hole. John sucked in a sharp breath and Nik felt his muscles flutter as he circled his fingertips against his opening. Nik said nothing, only leaned down for a slow, gentle kiss. John's body relaxed where it had begun to bunch, yielding to Nik’s touch just as his mouth yielded to his tongue. He moaned into the kiss as Nik's finger slid into him, pressing out gently against his walls before drawing back for another slow thrust, slightly deeper this time.

John was so soft and fuzzy between his legs, such a delicious contrast to his hard outer shell; he was neat and well-groomed, but otherwise Nik had been delighted to find out that John kept everything natural when they had first fallen into bed together.

The curls of hair not yet dampened by lube tickled Nik’s knuckles, the pad of his thumb brushing gently over the seam of John's sac where his balls sat heavy in the heat of the room, the tender muscle of his hole puckered and eager. He opened up beautifully, relaxing enough for a second finger, the tip stroking around slick muscle before joining the first inside. John’s prick had softened with nerves, but now it flicked and throbbed against his belly, precum leaking in the trail of dark hair at the centre.

John made soft noises, gasps and grunts in the back of his throat, his hands gripping Nik’s against the pillow as he arched for the first time. “Ah, Nik…”

“Ty ochen’ krasiviy,” Nik said, watching John's pupils dilate in twin oceans of blue. He curled his fingers and John tilted his face into Nik’s shoulder, panting, eyes closed tightly. “John, does it hurt?” Nik slowed, drawing his fingers out until only the tips teased the cluster of sensitive nerves endings at the entrance.

“Naw, Nik… s’good, so good. Want ya, please… or I'm gonna blow my load an’ embarrass myself.”

“This would not be a bad thing.” Nik thrust back in slowly and John tried to burrow his face closer. “But I think I would like you to do it on my cock.”

“Fuck…” John muttered.

Nik withdrew his fingers carefully and rolled onto his knees. “And you are sure you do not wish for me to wear protection?”

John looked so sweet against the pillows, flustered and misty-eyed, and Nik had to bite back his smile at the attempt to appear disgruntled when John puffed his reply. “Yer clean an’ I wan’ t’...”

“Want what?”

John's entire face glowed red, all the way down to his neck. He bit his lip, scrubbed a hand over his beard, his gaze trailing down Nik’s body to his erection. The way his eyes went big, his toes curling against the sheets, rather preened Nik's ego.

“T’ feel it when that beast comes inside me.” John said it quietly, his fingers tapping on the back of his thighs where he was holding them, tentatively eager for Nik’s cock, his slick hole puffy and pink, relaxed with arousal. But he was embarrassed by his hunger. Nik could see it in the way his eyes stayed down, lips twitching.

That wouldn’t do. Nik emptied a palmful of lube onto his cock, smearing it over the leaking head and down the shaft before he leaned forward, sliding a wet palm beneath John’s thigh to keep it around his waist while the other planted against the headboard. “Look at me, solnyshko,” Nik asked softly. “Please.”

John looked up, his eyebrows tilted out, freckled cheeks flush. Nik drank him in; the faded tan line across his forehead where he had been facing into the sun during an op and his hat had only shaded so much, the mole on the end of his nose that Nik had kissed often and made it scrunch, the smile lines around his eyes because when John Price smiled his entire face transformed. He was the most beautiful man in the world.

“Ya vlyubilsya v tebya s pervogo vzglyada,” Nik whispered, shifting his hips to rest the tip of his cock head against John’s entrance. He watched the overwhelmed pleasure melt through John’s face as he rocked his hips forward, John’s body clutching at every inch, a warm, welcoming heat. “John…” Nik breathed, resting their foreheads together, his fingers creaking around the struts of the headboard at the intensity of taking his lover for the first time.

Nik felt John’s heels press into the meat of his arse, urging him deeper, strong hands latching onto his shoulders, blunt fingernails catching on his skin. The noise that punched out of John's chest sounded like pain, but the way his entire body arched into it, another thick bead of precum leaking from his slit and dribbling onto his belly, told Nik it was anything but.

Every man Nik had taken was tight. One of the perils of a thicker girth even with plenty of patient preparation, but sinking into John, his defiantly strong body snug, hot, eager, the wet sounds of lube and precum, the smell of him as sweat gathered in the hollows, the bitten off, tight sounds of his pleasure as he was spread open, it made Nik's entire body ache with desire.

When he drew back, John's hole sucked on him, urging him back inside, and John's low, filthy moan as he was fucked back open drew a pleased growl from deep in Nik’s chest.

Nik was slow, making sure he ground deep, maintaining a consistent cadence that nursed the swell of pleasure in his hips at a constant level that filled John's open, sloppy hole with precum as well as lube. John said he wanted to have Nik fill him, so Nik was going to leave him as messy and as used as he could.

Watching John's eyes, his face, the way he lost control of his noises as he pressed his hips up into Nik’s, was mesmerising. He was as sweet and tortured as Nik had expected; broken gasps of Nik’s name, low moans that fractured his gravelly voice into whimpers as he was fucked so tenderly into the bed. This wasn't the raw, animalistic fuck he had been anticipating, but perhaps more overwhelming because of its gentleness.

Nik leaned down to kiss him as he ground forward, burying himself to hilt, circling his hips as every inch of him settled deep inside John's body. He could feel John clench and flutter, unable to settle around Nik’s full girth as he was kept so completely full, pinned beneath Nik’s bulk. “Esli ya znayu, chto takoye lyubov’, to tol’ko blagodarya tebe,” Nik whispered, licking into the shell of John's ear as John whimpered.

Nik sat up and gathered John's hips off the bed, strong thighs slanted over his forearms. Like this the angle over his prostate would be relentless, he was completely and utterly at Nik's mercy, and John’s arms flopped above his head in surrender, his cock leaking down his belly onto his tits.

When Nik began to move again, still with the same gentle, deep pace, John grew even louder, his legs spread wide as if he could urge Nik deeper inside him, those athletic hip flexors letting him roll a little into the thrusts in the most beautifully wanton gyration Nik had ever seen. John was made to be fucked, Nik had never seen him so lost in pleasure.

Like this, Nik could watch his cock moving in and out, the wet pucker of John's hole delicious around his shaft. Nik whispered sweet nothings, praise, love, mixed with longing moans as his own pleasure gathered momentum and his cock swelled, probably feeling harder inside John's body, pulsing as he neared his orgasm. He clutched onto it, shoulders and thighs tightening, walking the knife edge as he sensed the same telltale signs in John; the caught breath, the slack-jawed bewilderment, the twitch and shake of his thighs.

“Da, John… come on, let go for me, ot tebya.. u menya perekhvatyvayet… dykhaniye.” He didn't move faster or harder, but leaned forward again, John’s legs over his biceps so he could fuck him in a slow, deep mating press, Nik's knees spread wide.

There would be plenty of time later to mount John like an animal, sink his teeth and nails in, make him scream into the bedsheets and lift his rump into the air for a deep and brutal breeding. But now, watching John slowly shake apart, his soft little bleats of gathering climax as he was drawn irresistibly towards the edge, his body at the mercy of Nik's relentless tenderness. Nik watched the moment his peak spilled through him, the way his eyes rolled, his back bowing as his cock emptied onto his belly and his mouth fell open to gasp through every swell of it.

John’s entire body clenched tight, gripping around Nik like a vice, and fucking into it was more than Nik's self control could tolerate. His knees spread over the bed as he came, leaning his weight against his knuckles so that he could grind in as his balls pulled tight. Nik managed to watch John’s face fold in renewed pleasure as Nik came inside him, but the intensity of his orgasm made Nik’s chin tuck to his chest, hips twitching to fuck his spend deeper into John's body.

He sat back slowly to watch his cock drag out of John's hole, milky spend welling over slick muscle left hollowed out by Nik’s girth. Nik pressed his thumb into John's arse cheek to stretch him open a little, admiring the sight of his claim. He looked up at his lover's panting chest, flushed red, and then his serene face, lips parted as he drew in deep, stuttering breaths.

There were tears on his cheeks.

“John,” Nik asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking in horror. “John, pozhaluysta… I am…”

“S’ok, Nik,” John murmured, blue eyes opening again, glistening. “Eh, don' look like tha’, c'mere.”

Nik let John's legs fall gently onto the bed and then spooned up next to him, smoothing his fingers into his beard as if petting him would soothe away the harm. “I did not… I should have used more…”

“Oi, Nik, listen… listen, please, ‘m fine,” John said, smoothing his hand over Nik's ruffled hair to cup the back of his neck. “This is.. I.. ha,” he huffed a laugh, “‘m embarrassed, the reason ‘m blubberin’...”

John sniffed and Nik pressed a kiss into his hair, trying to ignore the hammer of his own heart.

“It was good, Nik. Gentle, tender… the way you looked at me, an’... fuckin’ ‘ell, you looked so good… you were enjoyin’ it so much too, I’m… it was a lot fer me, olrigh’? I was… it was overwhelmin’.”

“You are not hurt,” Nik said, stating it out loud to chase away the last of his fear.

“Naw, far from it, never felt this kinda… satisfied. Jesus, yer hung like a damn horse, thought I was gonna burst open when you were pumpin’ yer fuckin’ load in me.”

Something a little feral purred in Nik's chest, and he tried to smother it with another kiss. “Blyat, John, I thought I had… urf, you are…”

“Soppy cunt, yeah, I know.”

“I was going to say muppet.”

“Low blow, Nik. ‘Muppet’ is reserved for the real ne’er-do-wells.”

“You call the sergeants muppets at least three times a day.”

“They are the very definition of one.”

“And yet, you love them very much…”

“Can we not talk ‘bout Garrick and MacTavish with yer cum leakin’ out my arsehole. Feels gauche.”

Nik chuckled, deep and hearty, and flopped onto his back, gathering John onto his chest so that he could bury half his face in his fluffy hair. “So, this was a success.”

“I'd say so,” John murmured. “Let me recharge an’ I want yer to do it again.”

“Greedy.”

“If yer not up fer it, old man. You jus’ gott–ah! Nik!”

“I will give you ‘old man’.” Nik grabbed at his ribs, tweaking a nipple in passing.

“Nik there is meant to be a post-fuck snooze! Ack, you bas–not the damn tits, fuck!” John would have squealed if his voice had still been capable of going that high, but his puffs and barks of laughter were just as sweet as he tried to wrestle out of Nik’s grasp.

If he ended up chest down, his arse up in the air with Nik’s tongue buried in him, a fist between his legs wrapped around his sensitive cock, teasing him to sobbing overstimulation, then, well, served him right, didn't it?

[louisupdates]

LOUIS TOMLINSON: LIVE IS AVAILABLE TO PRE-ORDER NOW ON CD AND DOUBLE PICTURE DISC LP.

19 TRACKS. 18 CITIES. 5 CONTINENTS. 1 ALBUM.

RECORDINGS TAKEN FROM LOUIS’ BACK-TO-BACK TOURS OVER THE LAST 3 YEARS.

PICTURE DISC DOUBLE VINYL

INCLUDES 3 ADDITIONAL TRACKS 'HIGH IN CALIFORNIA', 'ONLY THE BRAVE' AND 'KILL MY MIND’.

PLUS A LTD EDITION TOUR BOOK WITH EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS

AND MESSAGES FROM THE FANS.

DOUBLE CD

WITH 2 ADDITIONAL TRACKS ‘HIGH IN CALIFORNIA’

AND ONE DIRECTION CLASSIC ‘WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO’.

TRACKLIST

1. THE GREATEST (LIVE FROM LONDON, 17 NOVEMBER 2023)

2. FACE THE MUSIC (LIVE FROM NASHVILLE, 18 JULY 2023)

3. BIGGER THAN ME (LIVE FROM VANCOUVER, 26 JUNE 2023)

4. HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE (LIVE FROM BARCELONA, 6 OCTOBER 2023)

5. WE MADE IT (LIVE FROM MANILA, 16 JULY 2022)

6. CHICAGO (LIVE FROM CHICAGO, 15 JUNE 2023)

7. FEARLESS (LIVE FROM RIO, 27 MAY 2022)

8. COMMON PEOPLE (LIVE FROM SHEFFIELD, 10 NOVEMBER 2023)

9. ALL THIS TIME / SHE IS BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS (LIVE FROM MUNICH, 22 OCTOBER 2023)

10. WALLS (LIVE FROM BUENOS AIRES, 21 MAY 2022)

11. WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE (LIVE FROM BUDAPEST, 15 SEPTEMBER 2023)

12. OUT OF MY SYSTEM (LIVE FROM BRISBANE, 30 JANUARY 2024)

13. SATURDAYS (LIVE FROM PARIS, 14 OCTOBER 2023)

14. SILVER TONGUES (LIVE FROM KRAKOW, 10 SEPTEMBER 2023)

LP ADDITIONAL TRACKS

HIGH IN CALIFORNIA (LIVE FROM AMSTERDAM, 15 OCTOBER 2023)

ONLY THE BRAVE (LIVE FROM MILAN, 3 SEPTEMBER 2022)

KILL MY MIND (LIVE FROM SANTIAGO, 15 MAY 2022)

CD ADDITIONAL TRACKS

HIGH IN CALIFORNIA (LIVE FROM AMSTERDAM, 15 OCTOBER 2023)

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO (LIVE FROM TALLINN, 5 SEPTEMBER 2023)

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[papaya-queen]

THE ALCHEMY – Paul Aron x Y/N

Hey ! I've written some new stuff ! This is a Paul Aron x reader inspired by the song The Alchemy by Taylor Swift. As always, if there's any mistakes please tell me. Hope you like it :)

word count : 1011

Paul was one of the best rookies the F2 championship had seen in a while. Having at least one podium every weekend, leading the championship... The list of achievement was long, enough to make Mercedes regret their decision of letting him go. Having one the F1 team practically begging for you to back to their academy was a great feeling but something was missing. Something that would make enough impact for him to be considerate in the F1 seats for the next season.

His maiden win

He wanted to come out on the market as a winner and not only a good driver. He would prove to everyone that he could go to F1. He wanted to bash Mercedes and go elsewhere. He had the car, the talent, the confidence, he just needed the moment. Now, for the Silverstone Grand Prix, he was more determined than ever. Especially with his girl in the crowd.

Y/N and Paul were high school sweethearts. They met in an assemble one time, becoming friends, best friends. Eventually, one time after class, Paul had the confidence to ask the girl on a date. You could say it went well. They were now together for almost 3 years. When they graduated, Y/N started going to Uni, she wanted to become an engineer in motorsport. She could not attend all of Paul’s races, but they made it work. She went to one or two weekends and Paul would always fly back to Tallinn. They supported each other like no one. Paul would always talk about your great achievements in Uni and Y/N could not stop yapping about her boy leading the F2 Championship. She was more than exited to finally come to a race. The finals ended and she was enjoying her break. Paul and she choose Silverstone as their together race weekend.

They took the plane to London early in the week to spend a few days off. Enjoying the beauty of England, shopping, chilling together. They got I ❤️ London matching shirts, took pictures, ate in restaurants. Living like a normal couple. Sometimes, a fan or two would interrupt their time but they were the kindest heart, always took the pictures and chatted a little.

Friday came fast. Paul was in the Hitech motorhome, preparing his qualification session, putting his fireproofs on, training his reflexes, revising the track. Y/N was chilling on the couch, watching her boy. He settled newt to her, leaning in her touch as she started brushing his blonde curls.

“You’re going to kill this, love!” she said. They cuddled on the couch for a long time before the quali. Inevitably, Paul had to go in the car. Y/N followed him, helping with his helmet, reassuring him as much as she could.

He went out in quali, easily passing Q1 with the best time. He continued the quali confident, setting yet again the best time in Q2. Then in Q3, he pushed the car to the limit, setting an incredibly good lap. Ollie came with a better lap just after. With only 1:00 left, Paul went and pushed the car again. He gained time in every sector, hopping it would be enough to take the pole. As he finished his lap, his engineer screamed in the radio:

“AND THAT’S POLE POSITION,1.2 SECOND AHEAD OF P2!”

-

The result of the sprint race was okay. With the reversed grid he was starting P10 and finished P7, grabbing points for his standing. The feature race was starting. From the Hitech garage, Y/N was staring at the screen, hoping that nothing would disturb her boy’s race. He was leading, putting time between him and the second driver. The pit stop was quick, and he did not lose any position just time between him and Ollie who tried to get him. She was holding her breath for the last ten laps. Everything was going so well. Ollie was far behind. Y/N knew it was over for him to try for P1. Paul was pushing even more than before, getting the fastest lap and even more time on Ollie. He crossed the finish line as first and Y/N started crying. She ran outside the garage with the engineers and team. They started chanting his name as he parked behind the P1 sign. He ran over to the team, lifted in the air by all the mechanics. Ollie and Kimi arrived in P2 and P3 and joined the celebration. Even if they were rivals now, they still are teenage boys and best friend. Paul was so involved in his team and friends’ celebrations; he didn’t saw his girlfriend before he climbed the first step of the podium. The tears were still flowing Y/N’s cheeks as the Estonian anthem resonated. She was so proud of her boyfriend. As soon as the anthem ended, Ollie and Kimi grabbed their Champagne bottle and opened them in sink to spray the winner. Paul was drenched in champagne by his friends, eyes closed, stepping down the podium, blinded by the alcohol. He finally managed to dry his face, opening his eyes again. He saw his girl with his team, and he knew he could not wait any longer. He ran down the stairs to the track, leaving Ollie, Kimi, his trophy on the podium. He grabbed Y/N and put her down in front of him. Her hand on his cheeks, his hands in her hair, the slight smell of champagne in the air, the people watching.

“I’m so proud of you, love” she said pressing her forehead against his.

“You’re my lucky charm, Kallis!” He responded before kissing his girlfriend.

The moment was truly magical, like a Disney kind of kiss. All romantic with their friends, the team, the public cheering for them. All of this ruined by Kimi’s idea of pouring the rest of his champagne bottle on the young couple from the podium. Paul and Y/N laughed it off, they could not care more when they were having the moment of their life, looking at each other with the biggest heart eyes.

[swamp-cats-den]

On Jan 14, 2023, russians launched a missile meant for destroying warships at a residential building in Dnipro, killing 46 people in one go.

A year has passed, and I still sometimes see the picture from above in my head. It just can't leave my mind - a girl sitting in a destroyed bathroom wearing Christmas tree decorations cause we used to celebrate the so-called 'Old New Year' on that date.

She had (maybe still has) a twitter account. A couple of months before the Dnipro strike, her partner was killed on the frontlines. She was writing that she was depressed, and could barely get through work. And then russia fired a missile at her apartment, killing her parents who were sitting just next door.

I don't know how she's doing now. I hope to god she's ok, as much as she can be.

There's another story my friend told at the demonstration in Tallinn today. Her friend from Mariupol moved to study in Kharkiv (that's where they met), and when the full-scale war started - to Dnipro as it was safer. Both her parents stayed to defend Mariupol, and were taken prisoners of war. In autumn 2022, her mom was released in a prisoner exchange,and came to Dnipro to her daughter. They lived in that residential building. The girl was killed. I'm not sure about the mum, but I think she died too. The father is still in russian captivity. I don't think he knows what happened.

I just wanted to share these two stories.

If you zoom in, here you can see that the girl from the first story is holding on to a plushie .

[carppediem]

I just came across this interview Käärijä gave for an Estonian magazine before the Tallinn gig and thought I'd share it with y'all! He talks about saving money to buy a house, why he quit drinking etc. Also, there are some new interesting things he said about Tommy 👀

Since the article is behind a paywall (and in Estonian) I've put a rough, heavily Google-assisted translation under the cut 👇

There are a few minutes left until the concert. How do you feel?

I feel great, but I'm a little tired because I didn't sleep well.

Did you have a party yesterday?

No party, I'm focused on the European tour. Yesterday was a live in Sweden, from there I flew to Finland at five o'clock in the morning and from there to here. But I'm one hundred percent ready for a show. It doesn't matter how tired I am, I give my best on stage.

You recently released the single 'It's Crazy, It's Party' with Tommy Cash. When Tommy met the members of the band Little Big, they drank a lot of vodka. What did you and Tommy drink?

Haha, I haven't had a drink with Tommy yet.

Not even a Pina Colada?

No. Maybe someday Tommy and I will have a drink, although I don't think he drinks much. And you know, I don't drink anymore either. I stopped drinking a month ago. I need to keep my energy up. When you give as many concerts as I do now, you have to take care of yourself. Drinking and performing hand in hand is extremely difficult both physically and mentally, not to mention how bad it affects the vocal cords. I had the biggest hangover of my life this summer, which put the brakes on my drinking. I went to a music festival with a friend where we drank too much. The next day I had to perform at the same festival. The hangover was so bad that I really didn't know how to get myself on stage with the terrible feeling and the summer heat. But I pulled myself together and did the show. This experience is also one of the reasons why I don't drink anymore.

What kind of person is Tommy?

He is a visionary and very witty - a lot of fun with him. And of course he's cute. I think we have something in common, like we both have our own style. Tommy surprises with crazy outfits: extraordinary hairstyles, extravagant clothing, which are complemented by boleros. In short, insane costumes.

After Eurovision, you started a real concert rally - you gave 51 concerts in the summer alone. Do you want to become a millionaire?

Of course I do! One day I will definitely be a millionaire. I don't keep track of how much money I have in the bank and how much I'm short of six figures. But yes, I'm trying to collect a million euros.

Will the goal be met this year?

No, not yet. It will still take a few years. I've had an insane amount of performances after Eurovision, because I was like a kid in a candy store who wants everything at once, but by now I've drawn the line because I can't perform everywhere. I also set myself a price tag, below which I will not allow myself to go anywhere. If you do 300 shows a year, you're screwed.

What do you spend your money on?

I don't just spend it on pretty things. I have a definite goal in mind - I want to buy a house in Finland. Maybe in the future also real estate in Thailand, we'll see. I don't need a Rolex or any luxury, I don't care about that.

What has been the most difficult thing for you since Eurovision?

Everyone in Finland now knows who I am. It's hard and tiring because I no longer have my own private space at all. I can't just go to the store, to a concert, or to a hockey game, people will immediately come up to me and start taking pictures. I hate when they don't politely ask for permission to do this, but immediately start clicking.

What has been the best?

It's great to see people hear 'Cha Cha Cha' and be happy. Or when they hear the name Käärijä and their face breaks into laughter - it's a powerful feeling. And of course to see how happy my family is about this achievement. And me too!

[kootyl]

Footage behind the photograph - I find the picture of Tsar Nicholas II and his children laying the cornerstone of a church for the Havy in Reval (modern-day Tallinn) very interesting. Here's a look behind the photograph of what was really going on. The Romanov family takes turns placing coins inside the foundation and also placing their own bricks.

[dailytomlinson]

FAITH IN THE FUTURE WORLD TOUR: EUROPE & UK LEG

August 19th (AFHF): Lido di Camaiore, Italy

August 29th: Hamburg, Germany

August 31st: Copenhagen, Denmark

September 1st: Oslo, Norway

September 2nd: Stockholm, Sweden

September 4th: Helsinki, Finland

September 5th: Tallinn, Estonia

September 7th: Riga, Latvia

September 8th: Kaunas, Lithuania

September 10th: Krakow, Poland

September 11th: Lodz, Poland

September 13th: Vienna, Austria

September 14th: Ljubljana, Slovenia

September 15th: Budapest, Hungary

September 17th: Bucharest, Romania

September 18th: Sofia, Bulgaria

September 20th: Athens, Greece

October 1st: Bilbao (Vizcaya), Spain

October 3rd: Lisbon, Portugal

October 5th: Madrid, Spain

October 6th: Barcelona, Spain

October 8th: Turin, Italy

October 9th: Bologna, Italy

October 11th: Esch-Sur-Alzette, Luxembourg

October 12th: Antwerp, Belgium

October 14th: Paris, France

October 15th: Amsterdam, Netherlands

October 17th: Cologne, Germany

October 19th: Prague, Czech Republic

October 20th: Berlin, Germany

October 22nd: Munich, Germany

October 23rd: Zurich, Switzerland

November 8th: Dublin, Ireland

November 10th: Sheffield, UK

November 11th: Manchester, UK

November 12th: Glasgow, UK

November 14th: Brighton, UK

November 15th: Cardiff, UK

November 17th: London, UK

November 18th: Birmingham, UK

The Europe & UK Leg has officially ended and Louis successfully finished the 2023 dates of the Faith In The Future Tour.

As we wait for Louis to come back in 2024 for his single date in Asia and the Australia leg in January, you can reminisce all the amazing moments of every tour date so far on our recap tag, revisit all the outfit looks on our fitfwt fashion tag and check out each concert's setlist as well.

For all the incredible posters, we made two compilations posts that you can check out here & here, or you can find it on our tag for all posters, including future ones, here.

You can also check out our posts with all the portrait pictures from this leg: Europe / Ireland & UK

See you in January 2024!

91 days, 40 shows, 27 countries: DONE ✅

[darkerthanblack-666]

So, I've seen a comment to this post that Jere edited the word to Tallinn in the photo.

Tallinn, pictured:

I thought "Indeed, it does look edited, time to play the internet detective". I googled Helsinki airport departures and found out that the 11:25 flight was actually the Stockholm one:

The Tallinn flight left at 12:00:

So it wasn't a mistake, he's edging us again apparently 😂. Good job user @vedenpintaa 💖

[marimayscarlett]

Quick question, have we figured out why Richard is so damn ATTRACTIVE??? Like he was so fine during the Mutter and MiG Era but he's even better now??? Sir I have questions!!!! What is it about you that's so addictive??? And that belly??? A MASTERPIECE!!!! He needs to pay for my rehab I'm dying over him at this point lmao

Hi hello how did you get into my head and write down exactly what I think about daily?? Because I'm still so fascinated regarding how he changed over the years, while remaining so enticing and attractive, always reinventing himself a bit, experimenting with different looks and styles while maintaining his overall vibe and aesthetic 😌 This of course includes his physique and wonderful chunkiness, but I'll shamelessly use this ask to venture out in earlier decades, to appreciate this man in all his glory 😩 (I hope that's alright with you)

Let's take a tiny look at Mr. Richard Z. Kruspe over the years, just to process this delicious evolution of his:

Very early on we had a lean Richard with the dreads, for some a no-go, for others quite a charming look (i know exactly i'm not the only one who's down for dreadlock Richard 👀), picture from ca. 1993:

In the beginning of Rammstein, we have some brown and blond haired, somewhat muscly Richard (ca. 1995/1996):

Then of course the ethereal look of Live aus Berlin (recorded in 1998) and his general style during the Sehnsucht era (Viva interview from 1997):

Moving on to the Mutter era, the first time his iconic spiky black hair was introduced to the world (picture from 2001 in Tallinn, gif from 2001 at the Velodrom Berlin):

He maintained a similar style and physique (very much toned and gym-trained I guess) or a while, for example during Völkerball (recorded in 2005):

or in various music videos, such as "Mein Teil" (2004) and "Benzin" (2005, albeit with some very much 2000s eyebrows):

In 2009 while LIFAD was released and during the LIFAD tour, he shortly ventured into another hair style (I won't comment, it was.. something, picture of 2009), then again back to the spiky style and tried out the mohawk (picture from 2012 I think), while parts of his typical stage outfit were born plus he's rather muscly here too:

During the festival tour 2016/2017 you can slowly see him becoming a bit broader/meatier in his physique, which I find just absolutely wonderful, plus some combacks like his spiky hair (gifs from an interview in 2018):

And slowly but surely we arrive in the current time and Richard's current style and physique: vampire coat, chicken coat, meaty and chunky Richard in all his glory:

All in all I have to say: It's so interesting to see how he changed and still stayed true to himself and his aesthetic, to his enthusiastic and genuine self while continously trying out new styles. And this includes his physique!! His appearance of course changed over the span of 30 years, that's aging for you. Of course he put on some weight - but that doesn't negate the fact that someone can be unbelievably attractive. And yes, I wholeheartedly agree, his belly now is a master piece, forged by the heavens, a gift from god, just perfection 💖

[formulalakana]

I was going through my phone and found the first ever picture I have taken of Jere (Cafe Pori Jazz, Pori 8.7.23)

Then I wondered what is the latest one. I was in JO Tallinn gig but didn't take any pictures of him, only video and this is my gif from the latest video I have (Helitehas, Tallinn 5.3.24)

And now I'm curious, those of you who have seen him what are your first and latest pictures/videos of him? I'd like to see!

[teeth--thief]

Photos of Lyonyd (Leonid?…) Toptunov? I wouldn’t mind rambling on him, also.

- Rodka

I deliberately saved this ask for last (sort of). As a treat for myself and as a threat for everyone else ♡ And for @ur-favorite-basil-enthusiast since he was also interested in seeing The Collection.

I'll have to split this into a few parts - dreaful, I know! - because I can only add 10 pictures to one post while on mobile =( I'll keep reblogging with additional pictures till I run out of things to share. Subscribe for more insane content in the future and don't forget to click that bell icon to...

Part 1

He had manifested to me in a dream when I first started researching Chernobyl, have I ever mentioned that? Well, he has. Which was truly an anomaly because I almost never have any dreams at all... but about that some other time, perhaps.

I am going to put the pictures of him under the cut so nobody gets jumpscared by my Collection of Five Billion White Guy Pictures. And I'll also include some relevant information! Or as relevant as I can make it, at least.

Just to be clear (and safe): I found all of these out in the wild, on da internet. I am, however, pretty sure that at least the collage of his pics from uni times is from @/toptunovleonid on Instagram. So, just to be very clear: all credit for at least that goes to her.

Semi-chronologically, his pictures go like this:

Ignoring that one picture that is barely visible and out of frame in a few pictures of the photo album it's in, because he looks about 10 there and I feel slightly weird about sharing it specifically.

We're in... Tallinn, middle school number 11!

Second boy from the left in the second picture is him. That is he. He who was 15 then. And a 16 year old Lyonya in the left picture, of course.

From this time, one of his classmates remembers him as follows: At school he was quiet, unnoticeable, very shy. I remember he was always hanging out with younger kids. He was chubby. They'd now say he was a "nerd". Alright, we get it, he was a sweet child... Teen? Both? Or was he like this all his life? Either way, please stop before I die from all that sugar...

He's (10th grade) the guy leading the little girl (1st grade). His shapeless hair has charmed me. What's his hair routine and will it work on my curls? Mhm, didn't think so. And first in the second row from the bottom in the small pictures, in case you can't recognise his face yet.

As a bonus - his school certificate from the school in Tallinn he attended until graduating in 1977:

The grades were from 2 (you didn't pass with that one, so that's an F) to 5 (an A, I suppose?). So as you can see, he certainly studied well. What a nerd (affectionately).

Uni territory now! Moscow calling 📞 or, rather, Obninsk and the MEPhI

If you weren't born in any of the USSR countries during The Soviet Times, it'll come as a surprise to you but the students had mandatory... field... work... classes...? if you can call them that. They had them digging potatoes and what not. Nothing screams socialist spirit like making uni students do free labour in the field, I guess?

Pictures with his uni girlfriend, how cuuute! (And Sasha Korol hanging from the roof in the background... for reasons unknown)

Lyonya pretending to drive a combine harvester. And next to him, obviously, Sasha Korol. When I first saw this picture, I thought he was on some kind of a scaffolding but alas - it's one of those old beasts, like our Bizon. But that's not a Bizon because those had roofs. Nobody here cares for USSR combines talk - not even me - let's move on.

Not too sure when these two are from but they look uni enough to me - probably from the very beginning and sometime closer to the end, judging by his stache doing significantly better...

Mandatory military service because a REAL MAN in the USSR needed to know how to shoot a gun, obviously. Even when that meant military service interrupted your uni for a short while. I say that as if no other countries before or after had mandatory army time... don't question it, I'm doing a bit.

Lyonya is second in top row in the picture on the left and third from the left in the top row in the other pic. Korol is there, too, he's fourth from the left in the top row in the first picture and second from the right in the bottom row in the other picture.

[unofficial-estonia]

me seeing that five leaved bright red vine in the post and being like, GURL I KNOW HER!! SHE’S FROM WHERE I LIVE (i can very easily picture how that’s invasive anywhere it’s not native to.)

one day i’m gonna go there and venture to see common & glossy buckthorn (Rhamnus cathartica & Frangula alnus) (as well as honeysuckle if you have that there too) in a native habitat because omg they’re both my nemesis plants here

ofc it’s actually because every photo i see of Tallinn it’s so beautiful it’s insane, especially it being in the same climate as where i am in the us???? like hello say less i’m sold but actually say more i need to learn more and more forever

also also still not over that my dad’s friend is literally Estonian and never told like anyone???? and by that i literally mean like, was born there but left as a child

Sorry! This has sat in drafts for a while :((

We do have honeysuckle here haha. It's native as well.

Also yes surprise Estonians are everywhere! There are not that many of us but as Hemingway (allegedly) said, you can find Estonian at every port ;)