#or at least turn off anon

[fdelopera]

Antisemites are going mask-off. And we Jews see you.

So some shit for brains antisemite sent me this message the other day. This is one of several antisemitic Anons I've gotten recently, but this one is the most blatant.

My first response was to taunt them. I thought of writing something like this:

"Hey, you fucking loser, you forgot the part of your Nazi script where you try to deny that the Holocaust happened. Lame ass motherfucker, you can't even get your own lies right. Next time you try harassing a Jew online, at least try to tow the Nazi party line, you white supremacist. Also, you fucking COWARD, how dare you come to my inbox on Anonymous. If you’re going to tell me you wish I would die in a Nazi gas chamber, at least have the common courtesy to tell me your username so I know who I am blocking."

But then, I thought: No. That's not how to respond. Because that's not what this is about.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. Making fun of a stupid a Nazi by telling them that they forgot to deny the Holocaust when they decided to harass me for being a Jew — that is gallows humor of the darkest kind. But a morbidly glib zinger of a reply doesn’t actually address the real issue here.

The real issue is that a lot of you with antisemitic tendencies have been going completely mask-off the last few weeks, and you have been diving headfirst into Jew-hatred.

You are finally feeling liberated to speak the Jew-hating words that you have been dying to say.

You have been practically champing at the bit to tell a Jew that you wished there would be another Holocaust so you could get rid of all those millions of "bad Jews" that you don’t like, and now you feel liberated to scream those words from the rooftops.

Over the last few weeks, we Jews have been watching you, some of you that we considered to be friends, and we’ve seen many of you turn on us and spit out the most vile, hateful things about us.

And we know exactly what you will be doing when the next Nazi craze spreads like wildfire from country to country, throughout cities and towns.

You like to claim that you would have been punching Nazis in the face during World War II. You like to claim that you would have protected us. Some of you even like to claim that you would have sheltered us, like the heroes who hid Anne Frank.

But we know better.

No. That’s all just romantic bullshit that some of you like to tell yourselves to make yourselves feel important.

In reality, you would have been deciding who is a "good Jew" and who is a "bad Jew." You would have been deciding who you should rat out to the police for a reward. You wouldn’t be protecting us! You would be saying, "I really don't like that Jew. I’m going to go tell the Gestapo about them." Or worse, you would be saying, "Oh, that Jew over there, they’re just an animal. They’re barely human. The Nazis can kill them, I don’t care."

Most of the people who turned against their Jewish neighbors in Nazi occupied Europe weren't monstrous, inhuman beasts. Most of them were people, just like you, who had been conditioned to hate Jews by nearly two thousand years of Christian antisemitism coupled with a targeted campaign of white supremacist propaganda. This widespread antisemitism allowed the Nazis to transform an irrational and enculturated feeling of distrust towards Jews into a feeling of intense hatred, where gentiles demonized Jewish people and blamed "those Jews" for all the bad things that were happening in the world.

And the white supremacists are doing it again. And YOU are falling for their trap. Again!

Don't you get it? This is the oldest trick in the book! Periods of antisemitic violence usually erupt every 70-100 years or so, after most of the Jewish elders who hold the living memory of the last genocide have all passed away. And the Holocaust was 80 years ago. And here we are. Again.

And just like the Christians in Europe who turned on their Jewish neighbors, you are starting to turn on us.

You buy into antisemitic conspiracy theories, just like the white supremacists do.

You stand in the streets, screaming "gas the Jews" and "die Jews die."

You sound like the Proud Boys. You sound like Nazis. Do you even hear yourselves???

You pretend that all Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, and you try to convince yourselves that we are all a proxy for the fucking Israeli government, which the vast majority of Jews fucking despise. If we could, trust me, most of us would strangle Netanyahu with our bare hands.

You celebrate Jewish deaths because you have convinced yourselves that killing a random Jewish civilian is "just the same" as killing Netanyahu, because you have manipulated yourselves into believing that all Jews are the Israeli government.

And you don't see how fucking STUPID that is!!

Jewish people are no more the Israeli government than YOU are YOUR government.

A people are NOT their government.

According to Tumblr statistics, nearly half of you reading this will be from the US. Shall I blame YOU personally for the actions of the US government? Of course fucking not! And you'd better fucking not blame random Jews for Netanyahu!

And some of you Jew-haters, in pretending that Jews are all a monolith and a hive mind, even say vile, antisemitic shit like, "Looks like the Jews are becoming the Nazis."

You choose those words carefully, twisting the Shoah, our greatest tragedy, into a knife. You try to weaponize the slaughter of our people against us. You try to reduce the 6 million of us who were murdered into a white supremacist meme.

YOU SOUND LIKE THE FUCKERS AT A TRUMP RALLY, FOR FUCKS SAKE. DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELVES???

And you do that to dehumanize us. You do that to feel morally superior. You do that to feel less uncomfortable when you laugh at our deaths.

But we know that WE are not becoming Nazis. But YOU are. The reason you say that shit about us is because YOU are projecting YOUR insecurities onto us.

Because you know that you are slowly, insidiously being coopted by the Nazi ideology of David Duke and Richard Spencer.

And perhaps somewhere deep down, you feel uneasy about it. So you accuse Jews of being a monolith, a hive mind, and then you say stupid antisemitic shit like, "Maybe the Jews are the Nazis after all."

And you say that to yourselves so that you can turn off your empathy and celebrate as you watch us die.

What a disgusting way to try to absolve yourselves of YOUR guilt.

And we Jews are watching you. We’re watching you very carefully. And when the dust settles, you will have found that we have vanished from your life.

Very soon, you won’t see us again.

And no, that won't be because we'll be walking into the gas chambers, as much as you'd like us to, like some historical movie about the Holocaust that you watched when you were a child but turned off halfway through because you just didn't care.

NEVER AGAIN MEANS NEVER AGAIN.

As much as we know that you ENJOY watching our deaths (sanitized, of course, with a blur filter over the video so that you don’t have to feel too guilty about watching us being tortured and murdered), that’s not the reason you won’t be seeing us again.

The reason you won’t be seeing us again is because we will be walking out of YOUR life.

You have lost us as friends, and you might not even know it yet.

We are gone from your life, because we know that we can’t trust you.

We know that when the Nazis come to our community and march down the street hoisting their swastikas and doing their Sieg Heils (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis harass us Jews in the street (I've seen it with my own eyes) … when the Nazis SHOOT US DEAD (it happened at a synagogue a block away from my synagogue, and many of those who saw it will never open their eyes again) — we know you won’t help us.

You will shove us into the line of fire.

And we know that you’ll absolve your conscience, so you won’t feel too bad about our deaths. You’ll tell yourselves, “It’s okay. Why should I have protected that one? That one was a bad Jew.”

We Jews see you. We see your hypocrisy on full display.

And we are telling you this:

If you see Jewish civilians being tortured and murdered, no matter what country they are from, and your first response is to CELEBRATE … if your first response is to post memes that say shit like, "The Jews fucked around and found out" … if your first response is to say that mass murdering Jews is "brutal but justified" … if your first response is to behave like a Q-Anon believer or a MAGA-hat wearing Republican and treat all Jews like we're a monolith, a hive mind…

When THAT is your response to seeing a tragedy unfolding, you are a FAILED ally, and a FAILED advocate.

You are an antisemite.

But mostly, you are just a really horrible, shitty person.

And we don’t want you in our life.

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

[a2zillustration]

Hey, have you heard about the new third-party option in the Visibility tab of blog settings yet?

I HAD NOT, THANK YOU FOR THE HEADS UP!!

In this house we hate AI generation tools built on content without permission, so I'd recommend everyone out there:

go into your blog tab

click on "blog settings"

scroll allllll the way to the bottom to the "prevent third-party sharing" option, and toggle that on (it looks as if you have to do this for each individual blog right now)

[jeanmoreaue]

I agree!! *an incoherent rant incoming* Jean imo def moved on from Kevin (in a romantic way; i think he’s not moved on from the whole ‘Kevin left me’ thing ofc but I think he obviously knows and accepts that he and Kevin won’t ever happen lol). And that scene with Renee was obviously a closure/farewell and they’ve moved on to being friends now (also imo while i like their dynamic i feel like they’d never work bc of the whole victim saviour complex, that’d be really uncomfortable and hard to overcome). Jeremy seems like he’s able to handle Jean’s crazy baggage without placating him too much or pushing him too hard. He definitely needs to work on his own shit first (i feel like the way he went all in on helping Jean is kind of giving ‘I am avoiding my problems by getting too involved in others’ problems’) but I think Jean will be the perfect person to help him with that! As you said he’s super perceptive and honestly very empathetic even if he doesn’t show it in the most obvious way. Jeremy would probably really appreciate Jean’s brutally honest approach lol. They’re lowkey perfect for each other ☹️ TSC2 can’t come soon enough

hardcore agree on every single point you made!! i feel exactly the same about Jean and Renee, as much as their dynamic is sweet, i think it would be really difficult to overcome Jean feeling indebted to her (whereas Jean and Jeremy are both growing together) + ya i think Jean has very complicated feelings toward Kevin but i don’t think he’s actively yearning over Kevin anymore

and exactlyy i definitely imagine Jean quietly picking up on whatever Jeremy’s going through and expressing concern only for Jeremy to try and pull a “my problems aren’t that bad and therefore don’t matter” which i don’t see Jean accepting. especially since Jean has an ‘older brother who cares more about other people’s well-being more than his own well-being’ vibe (underneath his slightly prickly attitude lol) i think Jeremy and Jean are really good for each other, Kevin subconsciously knew what he was doing by having Jean transfer to USC 🤨

[doctorsiren]

heh...you know...with you...I see a future, I see a purpose, I see a reason to live, I love you so much, those were the best 2 days of my life, without you, my life was nothing, thank you for coming into it..you honestly saved me, please. e-date me, allow me to make you mine, in every single place...I want to be able to claim you as mine....only YOU'LL be the one to have MY mark, heh....that's RIGHT....the most strongest alpha's ever mark. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this before, kitten. but I'm actually the most strongest alpha ever, the reason why I didn't tell you this before is because I was scared....t-that an omega like you....would leave an alpha like me forever, but don't you worry, kitten. daddy won't ever hurt you, daddy loves you with every bit of his soul, unless.....you make daddy mad, then you'll have to pay for it, daddy WILL punish you then, don't ever make daddy mad, kitten.....heh. 😈🖤🫦your body, your soul, everything is mine, and only MINE.... *growls loud seductively while your timbers shiver violently because of my dominance* heh.....don't worry kitten, you're still safe....for now. AWOOOOOO. 🐺heh....I won't ever disappoint you kitten, daddy promises....I will always protect you, you're MY property, and they ALL should know.....h-heh.with daddy being here, NO ONE will EVER harm HIS kitten............

Alright I’m turning off anon asks WHAT

[macadam]

From here on out when making posts about transformers stuff I love I’m not gonna put in a footnote every time about how much other bad stuff there also is in the franchise/fandom. Cause trying to keep posts well rounded and faithful to the entire tf fandom as a whole every single time is so exhausting and also the tf fandom sucks? Additionally it’s too large. Lastly they are nothing to me. They are nothing. Why am I thinking abt the bad parts of fandom all the time when the original goal was to gush about something I really like.

Anyways I love optimus prime he has so much love in his heart

and also autism

hit post

[rarestdoge]

Do NOT send anon hate

You know who you are and I'm fucking sick and tired of seeing my friends and others get hurt like this. People have feelings, y'know, and none of my friends deserved any of this. They're some of the kindest, most caring people I know. As much as I hate bringing drama onto this blog, this is all breaking my heart and angering me out of my mind. This is important. If you send anon hate, learn to be more goddamn mature and considerate, and stop being a douchebag. Just stop. Nobody's gonna like you/want to be your friend if you keep it up.

Reblogs > Likes

[oifaaa]

you have amazing lineart its so crisp and smooth while still having life to it, i love your work!

Thank you ngl line art is and probably always will be my favourite part of the drawing process so it's nice to know others like how I do it

[wikiangela]

in relation to the opinion thing could you maybe elaborate why you think in canon Buck isn't in a father role? I'm just curious :)

it just doesn't come across as buck filling any type of role like that to me? like, nothing he does is more than what a parent's best friend would, who's also extremely close with the kid

yes, he's helping eddie out with parenting, but he himself is not parenting chris, that's not what his role is, that's not what his relationship with chris is

him being in eddie's will doesn't mean he's chris' dad or eddie's co-parent - all it means is that buck is the person eddie trusts most with his son, and again, people do that with their friends

(ngl I feel like some people tend to dismiss buck and eddie's amazing and wonderful friendship for the sake of making it romantic, when this is such a good representation of family dynamics like this 😫 not to make it about a ship but... way too many people do)

and to be clear, I'm not trying to minimize the role buck does have in chris' life bc it's significant and huge and amazing, and they clearly are a family - but he's not a dad, i'd be curious why people think he is tbh

I always felt weird when in non-fanfic settings people call buck chris' dad bc that's just not the case - and I use the tag "christopher diaz has two dads" too, in fanfic, and I do joke about it, but when I truly look at canon, I don't see it🤷 like i said, it's a fun dynamic to explore in fic, but then again, so is a lot of things that don't have place in canon 🤷

and I could list stuff and point out that there's nothing more than being an amazing best friend in him taking care of chris when eddie can't, or eddie asking buck to talk to chris, but ngl I don't feel like it lol - to me, it doesn't mean parenting, and I'm sure there are posts where people articulated it better than I could anyway

[cant-get-no-worse]

https://www.tumblr.com/cant-get-no-worse/748403855816048640/im-not-even-mad-we-fought-until-the-end

LMFAO CRY

Sending anon hate is such a low point jajajsjs. Have I rattled your comfort zone so much you come to a culer’s asks brother, have you searched for me 😭

[palant1r]

hey, i sent you a pretty aggressive ask earleir (the one abt accusing u of being ok with adults raping children) and like i think ur takes are still rancid but i just realized i totally misread the post and maybe i came on a bit strong. so anyway fuck you for thinking that fiction doesn't affect reality (look up the jaws effect, idiot) but sorry for saying you're ok with adults raping children, i understand that pedo accusations like that are kinda uncalled for, unlike you proshitters that don't give a shit about anything on a screen cuz "fICtiON dOeSn't aFfEct rEaLity"

....What?

Uh.

Apology...accepted? It's a start?

[growling]

you melted me :( u put me in the microwave and melted me how dare u

*attempts to wipe off the fluid off of you with a worried expression* whas wrong.

[lies-unfurl]

Trying to break myself out of a funk by attempting to complete a full Febuwhump. My goal is to write 29 triple drabbles, or fics of exactly 300 words, both to keep this manageable and to challenge myself to actually be concise.

As such, if there are any fics you'd like to see in particular, please feel free to send a message with the characters/pairing, prompt, and who'd you'd like to see experiencing the whump. I'll probably be mostly doing Sam/Bucky or gen, but also open to any combo of Sam, Steve, and/or Bucky, or HTP stuff. For Sam/Bucky, please also feel free to ask for fics combining Febuwhump with the Sam/Bucky Valentine Bingo cards here.

(as always, no guarantee that I'll write your prompts [or that I will actually succeed at this lol], but I'll consider everything!)

[theflyingfeeling]

I wanna see jealous Aleksi punish Olli with that vibrator wand 😏

me too, anon, but all I have to offer is this little something:

~

"Oof," Olli huffed when he crawled next to Aleksi in his bunk. Aleksi barely had time to scoot closer to the back wall in time as to not get squished under Olli's body. On any other night, he may not have minded Olli crashing on top of him – he might have even enjoyed feeling Olli's bodyweight on him – but tonight he wasn't in the mood for whatever Olli had in mind when his face had first appeared from behind Aleksi's bunk curtain, some moments after their bandmates had stopped tossing and turning in their respective tour beds.

"Ah, fuck," Olli winced when he tried to make himself more comfortable in the tight space next to Aleksi.

"What's wrong? Heartbroken that the girls from the bar didn't warm up to your dad jokes?"

Sourly Aleksi thought back to a few hours ago, grabbing beers at the local club before they'd have to get back on the road. He knew it was just part of Olli's natural charm, the one he himself had fallen for in the first place, but it didn't mean he'd still find it easy to watch Olli make a whole party of young ladies giggle when he had stopped to entertain them, laughing off how they had mistaken him for a waiter.

It seemed Aleksi's unreasonable snark flew right past Olli as he rubbed his thigh with discomfort written on his face.

"I think I sprain my thigh on stage."

The genuine uneasiness in Olli's voice made Aleksi's face soften in a heartbeat; he himself had experienced a stage injury or two himself while on tour, and with the limited treatment that was available when they were on the road, he knew Olli may have a long night ahead.

"D'you want me to massage it?"

"Yes please." Olli's big eyes glistened in the dark. Aleksi couldn't quite see it, but he could hear the pout in Olli's voice.

"I'll get the wand," Aleksi sighed and climbed over his boyfriend on his way out of the bunk. The miserable pout and the wet puppy eyes quickly changed to an eager smile and a hopeful twinkle, and judging by how rough Aleksi was with his efforts, Olli didn't seem to be in such a great distress after all; Aleksi's knee bumped against the exact spot Olli had just been kneading with his face twisted in pain, but the delight on Olli's face barely faltered at the touch.

Sprained thigh, huh? I see how it is.

Aleksi's mood grew even more bitter as he tiptoed towards the living area of the moving tour bus. Olli's audacity to trick Aleksi into taking care of him when he clearly wasn't hurting as much as he led on was infuriating, not least because of what Aleksi had had to witness at the bar. Fair enough, Aleksi had skillfully masked his annoyance as tiredness, so he couldn't blame Olli for not having picked up on his bad mood and the reason behind it; even so, Olli might as well treat his own injuries for all Aleksi cared.

That was until Aleksi's eyes finally spotted the turquoise vibrator – the origin of which no one seemed to be sure of – and a wicked thought popped into his head.

Olli would get his treatment– one that would taste of his own medicine.

"Right, where is it hurting the most?" Aleksi whispered his question, climbing back to the bunk. While Aleksi had been in the search for the wand, Olli had apparently decided to rest his eyes and blinked them sleepily when Aleksi squeezed back next to him.

"Here," Olli showed the spot on his thigh, putting on his best pout. Aleksi couldn't wait to wash it off his face.

"Let's see what we can do for you then."

The rumble of the tour bus engine was enough to hide the quiet buzz of the vibrator, as well as Olli's blissful sigh as Aleksi began rubbing Olli's thigh in circles. He started gently, as to not raise any suspicion in Olli about his true intention; little would he know this false sense of calmness would be temporary.

"Mmmmmh, oh yeah, feels good," Olli sighed. Aleksi almost frowned at the reaction Olli's whispered moans caused in his traitorous cock.

Determined to still have the upper hand, Aleksi started to slowly shift the movements of the vibrator towards Olli's crotch, subtly enough for Olli not to notice immediately.

"Aah, yeah, right there."

Aleksi swallowed. He had always loved making Olli groan out loud; tonight, however, his mission was something else entirely.

He moved the wand another half an inch up Olli's inner thigh, glancing at Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction once he'd realise what Aleksi was doing.

One more inch and the vibrator would definitely be touching Olli's cock.

One more inch, and Aleksi could feel Olli hold his breath.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Who's smiling now?

"Giving you the massage you so kindly asked for," Aleksi whispered innocently, all the while working the vibrating sex toy briefly against the side of Olli's cock.

"That– that's not where–"

"Oh, sorry, maybe a bit more to the left?"

Olli's mouth opened in a sudden gasp when Aleksi pressed the wand against his dick with more force. In the bunk above, Aleksi could hear Joonas make a small noise in his sleep.

"Shhhhh," Aleksi hushed in Olli's ear.

"Aleksi, what the fu– aaahh!" Olli threw his head back, exposing his neck for Aleksi to graze with his lips. He couldn't help but smile at the way Olli squirmed next to him when he switched on a stronger vibration level.

"We, aahh, we can't fucking do this right now!"

"Little Olli seems to disagree," Aleksi smiled. The bunk aisle nightlight illuminating through the curtain was just enough to reveal the tent that had already formed in the front of Olli's boxers.

"The others will, oh fuck, they'll wake up."

"They won't," Aleksi brought his lips close to Olli's ear again, "because you'll stay quiet enough to not wake them."

Olli's eyes opened slightly to give Aleksi the most incredulous side-eye Aleksi had ever seen from the man. He had to bite his lips to not laugh.

"You're fucking crazy."

"And you fucking love it."

A hint of a smile visited Olli's parted lips, and Aleksi could feel his body relax.

No no, not yet.

Another surprised gasp filled the air when Aleksi clicked the vibration toggle again and began moving the vibrator up and down Olli's erect cock. He stopped to tease the tip in rapid, circular motions that had Olli wiggling beside him, his right hand reaching towards his erection.

"Ow!" Olli winced when Aleksi snapped the hand away with a quick flick of his middle finger.

"Keep your hands off," he murmured in Olli's ear and grinned at the low, furstrated groan sounding from Olli's throat. When Olli's breating picked up at an alarming pace, Aleksi eased the pressure of the wand and moved back down Olli's hard shaft, right down to the base to massage Olli's balls.

"Aah, fucking hell, Aleksi."

"You like that?" Aleksi's mouth was dry and he felt his own cock twitch inside his pants; he may have been annoyed at Olli's antics, but he wasn't immune to Olli's sighing in pleasure next to him.

"Fuck yeah," Olli's reply was breathless and caused another helpless twitch inside Aleksi's boxers.

"Too bad," Aleksi swallowed and lifted the vibrator off Olli's cock.

Olli's eyes opened again, squinting at Aleksi in the dark.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Aleksi didn't even try to hide his victorious smile.

"Naww, I'm not quite the jokester you are."

Olli stared at him in silence, his chest falling and rising as he panted.

"You're... you're not jealous, are you? Because of the... girls at the bar?" Olli asked, brows knitting into a definite frown.

Aleksi merely shrugged before pressing the wand back on Olli's cock without a warning. The small whine that Olli couldn't keep inside was the sweet sound of revenge Aleksi had longed to hear all evening.

"Would you judge me if I was?" Aleksi wasn't sure what lured the question out of his mouth: was he just teasing Olli, or did it come from a more genuine place, the dark corner of Aleksi's mind that still quite couldn't believe someone as hot and sweet and funny and perfect as Olli Matela had chosen him? Was it just some heat-of-the-moment banter that slipped out of his mouth for a lack of a better comeback, or was he actually looking for confirmation that Aleksi had nothing to worry about, nothing heartbreaking to dwell on when his doubts got the best of him and hurled him in the bottomless pit of overthinking and fear?

Olli must have sensed something, for his eyes studied Aleksi attentively, in the way they sometimes did, in the way that made Aleksi want to look away or else he'd get lost in Olli's eyes for good, never to be seen in the terrestial world again.

He never stood a chance, though; if losing himself in Olli's loving gaze was his destined way to go, so be it.

"I fucking love you, Aleksi. You know I do."

Aleksi did.

He kissed Olli to let him know. Olli responded, slowly but with passion, want, need tasting off his tongue, to assure Aleksi he understood the fact of the matter.

"Mmmmh," Olli broke the kiss, "a little further down, please."

It was then Aleksi noticed that the kiss had thrown his massaging hand off course to buzz against Olli's stomach instead.

"So bossy," Aleksi muttered and speeded up the vibrations again, just to put Olli back in his place.

"Aaaahh!"

To make matters worse from Olli's point of view, Aleksi turned his attention back to Olli's neck and left a trail of light kisses there, enjoying the silent sighs coming from Olli's mouth. While Olli was grasping the edge of the bunk bed, possibly just to have something to hold on to since Aleksi didn't allow him to touch himself, Aleksi sneaked his own free hand inside his own boxers to adjust his half-erection, biting his lip to keep back a moan.

The hand controlling the vibrator began working up and down Olli's cock, now pointing towards the ceiling of the bunk, throbbing erratically inside Olli's shorts. Aleksi felt his own respond similarly when he noticed a smudge of precum glistening through the fabric that had tigthened against Olli's erection.

"Fuck, you're leaking," Aleksi sighed in Olli's ear as he began rubbing himself. "You're leaking so nicely for me."

Olli's heavy panting filled the air, to an extent that if one was awake and stopped to listen, one would've definitely heard the sounds of restrained pleasure, and he had begun thrusting his hips up to match the movements of the vibrator.

"Ah, easy now." Aleksi withdrew the wand once again, eyes on Olli's face, ready to catch his reaction.

"Why do you keep doing that?!" Olli whispered with despair in his tone.

Aleksi laughed silently, leaning in again to tough Olli's temple with the tip of his nose.

"For fun," he said and put the wand back on Olli.

"Aaahhh, god, alright, you've had your fun, not let me cum."

Aleksi did a few more rubs at the tip of Olli's shaft before removing the wand.

"Not yet. Not when you're still so needy and loud," Aleksi kissed Olli's neck, perhaps to apologize for showing him no mercy.

Aleksi could feel Olli make an effort at calming himself down and evening his breathing. Then he nodded.

"Okay. Okay. I won't. Put it back." Aleksi had barely opened his mouth again in order to tell Olli off again, but then Olli must have realised his own error as he added, dark, hooded eyes looking at Aleksi: "Please."

Aleksi no longer had the heart to deny Olli his relief.

Fascinated, he watched as Olli's cock twitched once the vibrator touched it again, and Aleksi couldn't help but let out a sigh when he saw a new flow of precum wet the fabric of the boxers. He kept mouthing OIli's neck, listening to the man's heavy breathing, touching himself as he worked the wand on Olli's leaking erection, making sure to pay additional attention to the sensitive spot he knew to be on the underside, right by the head of the dick. He knew that if he kept massaging there, Olli would reach his climax in a matter of seconds in his current state.

The thought of it had Aleksi gripping his own cock tighter and stroke himself to the mere sight of Olli being on the edge of his orgasm, panting against Olli's freshly-shaved neck, inhaling the musky scent which alone was enough to drive Aleksi crazy with lust.

"Aahh, aahh, fuck," Olli panted, almost whined, a little too loud for Aleksi's liking.

"Sshhhhh. You were doing so well," Aleksi whispered against Olli's neck, planting a kiss there as he removed the wand.

"Fuck, Aleksi, I need to–"

"I know. But you need to stay quiet. Can you do that?" Aleksi spoke softly, to let Olli know he was on his side, in the end.

Olli nodded again. "Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Please. Fucking plea–"

The plead was cut short by a soundless gasp when Aleksi resumed massaging OIli's erection in short movents near the leaking tip.

"That's more like it. You're doing good. You got this," Aleksi spoke in between kisses along Olli's neck and jawline.

"Aleksi..." Olli's voice was barely even a whisper. "Aleksi, please..."

Although their space was limited to say the least, Olli managed to shift his hand in between them to lend Aleksi a helping hand in his efforts to get himself off. Aleksi trembled with pleasure and need when Olli cupped his balls and began to firmly massage them, while Aleksi's own hand hand was determined to pick up its pace and stroke himself more frantically as he felt his climax approach.

The low, quiet sound of Olli's humble request did not help his case in the slightest.

"Please, Aleksi. I need to cum. Please, let me– oh fuck, aahh!"

In the nick of time, Aleksi switched on the toy's highest setting and in the next blind of an eye witnessed how spurts of white cum soaked through the tent of Olli's boxers as the man jerked his hips in rhythm with his twiching cock. Aleksi listened to Olli's gasps for breath, to his heartbeat pounding inside his chest, to the tiny whimpers when his cock became too sensitive to touch, and it didn't take long for him to spill inside his own underwear, with Olli's hand still working on his balls, gently rubbing Aleksi through his orgasm despite having barely come down from his own high by the looks of it.

Once Aleksi had emptied himself in a sticky mess inside his pants, he turned off the vibrator and set on the mattress in between Olli's legs, too spent to think of a more convenient place for it. Just to be a tease one last time, his allowed his hand to brush Olli's sensitive cock before resting it on Olli's stomach and smiled at the tiny gasp Olli let out upon the touch.

Their breathing calmed down, and despite the mess they had made together, Aleksi found it was far too easy to let his eyes close and let sleep take over. With his last spark of energy, he lifted his head from the pillow he had made himself of Olli's shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his boyfriend's cheek.

"Are you mine?"

He allowed himself this moment of weakness, this one last request for reassurement, knowing it might make him seem a little crazy.

But he needed to know, needed to hear Olli say it, even though he knew the answer before Olli even opened his mouth and looked him straight in the eyes.

"I'm yours."

[spirallingstarcases]

we want to hear the unhinged things!

i completely forgot abt this ask skdhdhsh but ok!im gonna put it in the tags! no one but freaks allowed in there!

(here are the photos again for ref)

[toxictranny]

why the fuck did you tag that creepy shit on my partners selfies? do some self introspection immediately.

hi! this is off anon so i’ll answer. your other asks are being ignored due to obnoxiousness.

i didn’t say anything with the intention of hurting feelings. there are a LOT of freaky things under the sun to be into and tbh i can’t keep track of which mutuals of mine have what kinks. truly, i’m sorry about my tags because i’m sorry i bothered anybody but it’s a LITTLE extreme to fill my inbox... i just feel like most ppl wearing spikey ski masks would understand me affectionately calling them a kidnapper. ​