#aho chats

[greyrain23]

*wrings hands together* ...how do I find a signature smell perfume 🫠 I've never look at scents before 🫢

Any tips or guides? If that's how it would work 😵‍💫

[acetheta]

so strange to me how a lot of my mutuals on here just recently got into dw like wdym u didnt like it two years ago

[pistachions]

Sometimes I wonder if I was ever normal abt the dwampyverse but then I remember in middle school this guy (who i was irrationally scared of for no reason) asked me if I liked pnf BUUT he used a LOT of past tense lmao (i used to love it, it was my favourite when i was younger ... etc) so I panicked cuz obviously I STILL like it so I did a harsh straight never seen pnf. And kept up this WHOLE thing irl for at least 4 years until I remembered that I don't even talk to him anymore and nothing was stopping me from going back lmao

[coffee-at-annies]

Mich I just went on a tirade yesterday about how married Petey and Rak are, you can’t just drop an article today about how Aho is Petey’s teenage sweetheart and we may have a love triangle brewing in paradise.

[rowdyluv]

hockey players that have gone after more than one Hughes Brothers: (please add to this)

Sebastian Aho

Brandt Clarke

anatomy of a fight | brandt clarke and luke hughes 01.01.25

[hearts4hughes]

the fight | jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

a/n: something quick as i finish up some part 2s for other jack fics

warnings: talk of a fight (not sure if that’s a warning or not?)

gif is not mine

one second you were chatting with jim, and the next you’re out of your seat, trying to get a better view as jack takes down aho.

“oh my god.” you mumble, watching him pound on the player below him. you frantically look over to jim who seems unfazed as ever. “jack’s in a fight!” you exclaim with wide eyes.

he chuckles at your obvious observation, taking another bite of popcorn. “he’ll be fine.” your eyes dart back and fourth between jim and the fight on the ice. he lets out another hardy laugh as your mouth hangs agape. “don’t worry. i mean he’s winning, so that’s good!” he jokes.

you smile unsurely, laughing to yourself at the fact jack’s own father isn’t even slightly fazed at his first nhl fight. “sure…”

as the refs break up the scene, jack looks up towards your seat in the arena. worry drowns your features until he breaks out into a toothy smile, showing off his newly missing tooth. he gives you a quick wink, sending butterflies off in your stomach, and returning his focus back to the game.

he finds this amusing.

“looks like someone tried to impress you.” jim observes the flirty looks his son sends to you. your cheeks flush a deep red.

“he looks too happy for someone who just got in a fight.” you point out, taking your seat next to jim once again.

the rest of the game goes by smoothly. the devils won 8-4 with a huge lead. along with that, aho steered away from jack and refrained from taking cheap shots at other players.

jim decided to head home after the game. he’d call later to congratulate his sons and talk about their game play. which left you here now, mindlessly walking through the tunnels of the prudential center. as you round the corner near the locker rooms, you wait and strike up conversation with other hockey wags.

“hey, baby.” jack’s voice causes you to redirect your attention from the conversation to him. he wears a proud, but smug smile, practically waiting to be scolded by you.

you look at him unamused. “you started a fight!” you whisper yell, grabbing his hand and leading him into a more private corner.

he laughs, bringing you into a deep hug. “good observation, honey.”

“it’s not funny!” you bite back a huge grin, trying so hard to keep your composure. “you could’ve gotten hurt.” you pout, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“well it’s a good thing i didn’t.” he pulls you away from his neck, staring into your eyes with a wide smile. “aho had it coming for him. he was cross checking and slashing all game. i wasn’t going to take it anymore.”

he presses a soft kiss to your lips, bringing you back against his chest. you breath in his freshly showered scent, savoring the moment, even if you were trying to act disappointed.

“you’re lucky you’re hot.” you sigh against him.

“even with my missing tooth?” he teases playfully. you giggle at his slight lisp. it was barely noticeable, but it made you smile like an idiot when he struggled to fully pronounce letters like t or s.

“yes, jack.” you reassure, pressing another kiss to his lips. “even with your missing tooth.”

[leafsbabe]

Andrei Svechnikov & Sebastian Aho & Teuvo Teräväinen - gentle love

cw: poly relationship (3 players dating gn!reader, relationships between players not specified but can be read as platonic or romantic), mentions of therapy, crying/“breaking down”, general mental health struggles (not further specified), some dissociation around time, food and eating (unrelated to mental health struggles), two mentions of a character accidentally burning himself while cooking … 1.7k words

Sometimes you could get so good at bottling up your feelings and suppressing emotions that everything felt fine. At least until you were sat in a therapy session —with the same therapist you’d been seeing for years— and they hit you, broke you, caused you to completely fall apart on an uncomfortable leather armchair.

Fuck, how you hated when that happened.

You were lucky, in a way, to break in a controlled environment. Your therapist let you cry it out and didn’t try to push the issue more or force you to talk about it. Not that you would have been able to, even if you had wanted to talk. They handed you tissues —single ones at first before just giving you the entire box— and let you go over your time for almost fifteen whole minutes with a simple “don’t worry about it” in a tone that told you she felt sorry for you. Hopefully sorry enough to let the overtime slide. That way your insurance wouldn’t complain over extra billed hours.

That didn’t mean you felt okay afterwards but at least that red hot ball of overwhelming emotion had shriveled into a heavy feeling in your stomach, leaving you numb but sick. You hated it, yet you couldn’t escape. Even though you were sitting in your car you couldn’t drive home. Not like this, with your hands body shaking and your vision going blurry from a combination of leftover tears and a post-cry headache.

While you could have sat there longer trying to calm down, there was nothing you wanted more than to go home. Calling your partners felt like admitting you were weak but fuck, nobody could be strong all the time and you were allowed to be vulnerable. Still, you were too shaken to call, fearing that they would hear the emotions in your voice. Instead you sent a message in your group chat asking if one of them could pick you up.

You were still in your car, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard your fingers hurt, when a familiar car pulled into the parking lot of your therapist’s office. It was hard to say who came for you. They had taken Andrei’s car but the Russian wouldn’t have taken the corner so carefully. Truthfully you only realized more than one of your boyfriends had come when Teuvo tapped on your window and you looked out to see him and Sebastian standing there. They were careful to look at you no differently than usual but you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t see the worry in their eyes. 

“Rough talk?” Teuvo asked as you got out, taking in your state. You could only nod in response. There was no point in pretending you were okay, not with them being able to see through you so clearly it made you feel like your entire being was made out of crystal. Fragile like it too, ironically.

“Come.” Teuvo put an arm around your shoulder, gently steering you towards the other car. “Sepe will drive your car home.”

The drive back to your place wasn’t too long without rush hour traffic but it still seemed to stretch into hours. Teuvo hadn’t turned on the radio and you didn’t know whether you were grateful for the lack of stimulation or annoyed at the lack of distraction. Then suddenly within the blink of an eye those hours turned into seconds and he pulled into the parking area of your building, your car somehow already parked in its usual spot but Sebastian nowhere to be seen.

Teuvo got out of the car and walked around it to open your door for you, a sweet gesture you suppose. Walking into the building you turned towards the stairs, your boys always complained about them but they tended to use them simply because they were quicker than the old elevator your landlord refused to upgrade. Today though, Teuvo steered you toward the elevator before pressing the button to your floor. The ride up was as silent as the car ride.

The entryway to your place was surprisingly empty as you toed off your shoes but you realized why once you walked in further. Your whole apartment smelled amazing, hearty and warm in the way only a good soup could. Muffled Russian cursing came from the direction of the kitchen so you didn’t have to guess who decided to play chef during your absence.

“He definitely touched the hot pot again.” Teuvo joked quietly while helping you out of your jacket. 

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely audible as you responded but he didn’t complain. Instead he steered you towards the living room where Sebastian already stood, holding up a soft blanket you liked to use.

The sight of him waiting for you made your heart ache in the best way. Your boys truly were so thoughtful. Walking to Sebastian you let yourself be wrapped into the blanket. The first touch of that dryer warm fabric against your skin almost brought tears to your eyes. Before you knew it you were sat on the couch, all wrapped up, while your boyfriends flitted around the apartment. There was a cup placed on the couch table, a coaster below it to catch any drips running down the ceramic and prevent them from leaving a print on the wood. Oh. 

Sebastian and Teuvo just awkwardly lingered around the room as Andrei walked in carrying a bowl of soup and placed it next to the cup. You could see the rosy spot on the back of his hand where he had burned himself while cooking but he pulled his hands away before you could react. He didn’t completely retreat like your other partners though. Instead he sat down next to you before pulling the table closer towards the couch. “Recipe from mama.” He said. “Makes bad days better.”

The realization of what was going on just made you tear up again. There was no way Andrei would have had enough time to cook after you had texted your boyfriends to pick you up. But if he didn’t make it from scratch following his mother’s recipe that could only mean one thing. He must have heated up some of the soup his mother had made for him the last time she visited. The soup that had been stashed away deep in the freezer for those days he felt especially homesick.

“Oh no. No. No. Don’t cry.” Andrei wrapped his arms around you gently, pulling you against his broad body. He continued to talk, something low and Russian you couldn’t understand, but you could suspect that it was something calming in his mother tongue. At least he didn't seem to mind you clutching at his hoodie and maybe crying into it a little.

The tears eventually stopped but you were still holding onto your boyfriend when your other boyfriends stopped hovering and instead came closer to the couch.

“Can we sit?” Sebastian asked, gesturing to the free space on either side of you and Andrei.

“Or would it be too much right now?” Teuvo added.

It was an age old conflict within you, wanting those you loved close for comfort while also needing as much space between you and others as possible. Today though, you needed them by your side more than anything. Making grabby hands at them felt slightly juvenile but you honestly didn’t care at the moment.

Theoretically all four of you should fit on the couch comfortably. It was big enough for your polycule as well as visitors in case your boys wanted to invite teammates over to play video games or hang out. But somehow you still ended up squished between the three of them.

You just let yourself enjoy their presence for a moment. Somebody began stroking your back through the blanket, soothing words in a foreign language filling the room.

“Can we…” You began, before stopping. They wouldn’t force you to talk but you still hated asking. Communication was important but you just couldn’t. “Can we not talk about it?”

A kiss was pressed against your hairline while somebody spoke, too soft to make out who. “Okay.”

By the time you gathered yourself enough to sit up and reach for the soup the hearty meal had cooled down, clinging onto the last remnants of warmth. It hadn’t lost any of the flavor though. You were well aware of the three pairs of eyes watching you eat but you just focused on the food in front of you.

Andrei didn’t fill the bowl up completely so it didn’t take you long to finish your soup. What Andrei had said was true —good soup, especially his mother’s soup, made bad days better— but your boys also helped immensely. 

When you were done you couldn’t even put the bowl down before they jumped up. 

“More?” Andrei asked at the same time that Teuvo asked “Done?”

Only Sebastian remained on the couch with you and you took the opportunity to snuggle closer.

“No thank you Andrei, that was more than enough. Thank you for sharing your soup with me.”

He smiled at you before Teuvo reached over and plucked the bowl from your hands, “Sit.” He told Andrei before walking away towards the kitchen. Behind you Sepe opened his arms and before you knew it you were sandwiched between the two men again.

By the time Teuvo came back the two guys had joined you under the blanket. Your oldest boyfriend just looked at you three before sighing and attempting to wrestle a corner from Sebastian so that he could join you as well. It was all in good fun but the chaos of it all —the tug of war about a blanket and the muffled Finnish curses—was enough to bring a smile to your face. 

The four of you were an odd relationship but you fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Even if your boys were incapable of sharing a blanket they shared love and that was far more important. There was an understanding between you that you had never experienced in a relationship before and that you never wanted to lose. 

Andrei noticed you smiling and wrapped his arms around you, using his body to shield yours from the play fight happening around you two. You just sighed —content— and leaned back against his broad chest, the smile not leaving your face. Some days were hard but with them by your side, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[luke-hughes43]

seth and liz’s first meet up 🥺🥺🥺

this is gonna be kinda long...

~

it's like a week after they meet and seth had a night off with no game the next day so seth decided on some lowkey spot in raleigh.

seth is so nervous. he offered to pick liz up but she refused since she's still at unc, it would be pointless so she met him in raleigh.

she was also nervous but did better at hiding it. seth got there ridiculously early and waited for liz in his car. he gets out just as liz pulls and smiles when he sees her.

his smile gets bright when she approaches him. he says, "hey. you look beautiful."

liz blushes, "thank you."

they get a table and sit down for drinks and start talking. seth asks, "so where are you from liz?"

"I'm from cross. it's like 40 ish minutes from here, on the other side of chapel hill. you?" liz says with a smile. (should we give her a slight southern accent?)

seth smiles, "I'm from Winnipeg. in Canada."

"what brings you down here?"

"work." he says simply. he's hoping to avoid the topic of hockey because he really wants her to get to know him off the ice without hockey being a factor. he wants her to like him for him and not because he plays hockey.

a waiter comes over and takes their food order.

liz continues after the waiter leaves, "so you mentioned that you're here for work. what do you do for work?"

"I work with carolina hurricanes. what about you, what do you do for work?" seth shifts the conversation back to her. she smiles, "I'm a junior at the university of north carolina studying exercise and sport science but I'm also on the field hockey team."

"oh that's awesome!" seth says smiling. liz blushes, "yea, we actually just won the national championship and had an undefeated season."

"well congratulations. that's not an easy feat to do."

"thank you." liz blushes some more. seth asks her, "so what do you plan on doing after graduation?"

"so I'm working with the athletic director at nc state to start a field hockey program there when I graduate. he's working with the athletic department to allocate funds and scholarships and get that side squared away while I play my final season at unc. he basically said that if we win the natty again next year, I have the job. that's actually why I was in raleigh last week, I had a meeting with him the day after I met you."

"oh that's awesome." seth says again smiling.

the whole night ends up being filled with laughs and smiles from the two of them. as the night winds down, seth pays for dinner and walks liz back to her car.

he ends up holding her hand and asks softly, "is this ok?" she nods and they continue the quiet walk to her car. when they get to her car, liz says, "I had a great time tonight seth."

"me too. can we do this again?"

"definitely." liz says looking up at him with a smile. seth smiles back, "can I kiss you liz?" she nods and seth cups her cheek with is hand to lean in and kiss her softly.

they pull away with smiles. seth says, "it's getting late."

"yea." liz agrees. seth then says, "text me when you get home please?"

when liz nods, seth kisses her again softly and then says a soft, "good night liz."

liz basically whispers back, "good night seth" before getting in her car and going home. seth gets in his car and drives back to his apartment smiling. he then texts the group chat of him, svech, aho, and kotkaniemi saying, "jokes on you assholes, I took liz on a date tonight and it went so well that we're going on a another one soon."

from aho: who's liz?

*svech and kotkaniemi emphasize aho's message.*

to the guys: oh fuck you. I hate all of you.

he's about to put his phone away when a text from liz come through, "I'm home seth! thank you for a great time tonight."

to liz: glad you're home safe to liz: and I'm glad you had a good time. hopefully we can find a good time to do this again soon?

from liz: definitely. just let me know when.

to liz: sounds good.

from liz: I'm heading to bed because I have an early ish class so I'll talk to you later seth😊

to liz: good night liz😘

from liz: good night seth🥰

it's safe to say, both of them fell asleep with smiles on their faces that night.

[apile0fb0nes]

CHAT IS THIS REAL?? IS TBIS MAN MORE LIGHT SKINNED IN THE ANIME???

IS THAT FUCKING REF SHEET IN YHE BOTTOM CORNER THE ONLY OFFICAL ARTWORK OF HIM WITH DARKER SKIN???? WHAT??? I NEVER NOTICED HE HAD LIGHTER SKIN IN THE ANIME UNTIL NOW?? I DONT RVEN KNOW IF THAT REF SHEET THING IS OFFICAL OR NOT AT THIS POINT BC I FOUND ONE LIKE IT AS CONCEPT ART AND HIS SKIN IS LIGHTER THERE??? AHO FUCKED UP THE COLORS?? WHAT???

I refuse to draw this man with the lighter color of skin in the anime nope Nuh uh NADA you are NOT GETTING THAT FROM ME NO MAYTER HOW HARD YOU FORCE IT INTO ME 😭😭😭

[centipedve]

honestly embarrassing we didnt arrive at this sooner but so ahos canonically has not and will never seek out medical transition regardless of gender identity and therefore her body is not affected by intentional medical transition right. and also like we never see anyone regard it ever but she canonically has mixed secondary sex characteristics right. erm chat we think this baddie might be an intersex warrior. borderline canonically? like it was never stated but pretty unambiguously all the info on her just describes her meeting the definition of intersex

[conflagrate]

Dungeon Meshi 03

I'd forgotten how much I adored Falin in the manga...

/Goblin Slayer enters chat/

AHO SUGIRU

This one looks more formidable!

Gotta say looks kinda gross!

Really? Is that even possible??

Thoughts nobody wants to have.

[sayurime]

Idea al azar 2

Contexto: Dentro del chat Echidna´s Parade creamos un hc de Ciber Knuckles, en donde Knux es asimilado por las islas Starfalls y el ciberespacio volviéndose su guardián. Pero alguien dio la idea de "¿Y si Knuckles hubiera sido asimilado al ciberespacio años antes de conocer a Sonic y la pandilla?". Entonceeeees una idea vino a mi mente.

Trama: Durante un trabajo los Chaotix encuentran información sobre unas islas extrañas, se guardan esa información para si mismos, hasta que un día Tails le habla a Espio sobre una señal extraña que detectó, coincidiendo con la información que ellos tenían se unieron al zorrito para investigar más sobre estas islas. Trabajaron por casi tres años hasta que finalmente encontraron la ubicación y nombre de las islas, Starfalls; y que estás tiene una conexión con las esmeraldas caos sorprendentes, entonces llaman a los demás para contarles sobre su descubrimiento. Pero algo sucede durante su reunion haciendo que muchas sospechas giren en torno del equidna.

Escena:

-¿Entonces, de donde salieron exactamente estas islas?-

-No lo sabemos con exactitud, pero al parecer están protegidas con una especie de campo de fuerza hecho de energía caos o algo similar, lo que evita que las pudiéramos localizar anteriormente-

Tails mostraba fotografías e información en las grandes pantallas de su taller de las dichosas islas al tiempo que explicaba lo que él y los chaotix habían descubierto. Todos en la habitación lanzaban preguntas y teorías, todos excepto uno.

Desde que la reunion inició el equidna se mantuvo en silencio, su rostro serio con cada palabra que salia de la boca del zorro. Se supone que las islas se mantendrían ocultas, imposibles de localizar, el se aseguró de eso. Es claro que fallo en su trabajo.

Y aquí estaba, en una sala con sus amigos organizando una aventura de exploración para descubrir los secretos de las islas Starfall. Ama a sus amigos, en serio que los ama, pero ir a las islas Starfall es peligroso, tanto para ellos como para las islas.

Tiene que hacer algo.

El grito de Tails alarmo a todos, haciendo que su atención se centrara en el zorro y el monitor frente a el. La computadora se estaba volviendo loca, cadenas de códigos en rojo aparecían y desaparecían de la pantalla a una velocidad impresiónate, Tails alarmado intentaba detener lo que fuera que estaba pasando, pero le fue imposible recuperar el control del dispositivo. En menos de un minuto la pantalla se volvió negra apareciendo inmediatamente el símbolo de reinicio.

-¿Que fue eso?-

-N-no lo se-

-Detecte la infiltración de un ransomware en el sistema, sin embargo no logre encontrar su origen- La voz robótica de Omega interrumpió alarmando a Tails quien se puso a navegar en la pc en cuanto esta encendió.

-Disculpa nuestra ignorancia amigo, pero, ¿que es un, eh, mansworae?- Sonic preguntó sin saber si debía alarmarse también.

-Un ransomware es un virus informático que borra todos tus datos y es imposible acceder nuevamente a ellos- Contestó Tails sin apartar la vista del ordenador.

-Uh, pero tenias una copia de seguridad, ¿verdad?-

-Por supuesto, pero ese es el problema con estos virus, borran absolutamente TODO-

-Eso es malo-

Al entrar al sistema Tails se alegró de encontrar todos sus archivos intactos, al punto de creer que Omega se había equivocado, pero al intentar abrir el archivo más reciente se dio cuenta de que este ya no estaba.

-¡La información de las islas Starfall ya no esta!-

-¿¡Como que ya no esta!?- Vector no pudo evitar gritar igual de alarmado, trabajaron por años en obtener esa información.

Todos se arremolinaron alrededor de Tails y el computador, esperando que al estar todos frente a la maquina mágicamente el archivo aparecería. No lo hizo.

Shadow, al igual que los demás, estaba alarmado, era información muy importante, esas islas podrían ser la respuesta del origen de las esmeraldas y la energía caos. Pero la información fue borrada, no robada. Así que Eggman podría quedar descartado, por ahora, de haber mandado ese virus.

Se quedó atrás, evitando ser aplastado por su grupo, cuando una mancha roja se atravesó en su periferia, Knuckles no se había movido de su lugar.

Ahora que lo piensa, el tipo había estado muy callado desde que entraron a la sala, el equidna no es alguien que le guste llamar la atención, pero es realmente bueno para hacerse escuchar, y hoy, particularmente, se ha mantenido al margen.

Hablaron sobre energía caos, las esmeraldas caos y de islas místicas, la especialidad de Knuckles, y el equidna no dijo una sola palabra, ademas es el único que no parece alterado por el robo de esa información.

Sospechoso.

El equidna en cuestión le dirigió una mirada interrogante después de sentirse observado, Shadow cerro los ojos y negó con la cabeza, Knuckles lo miró por unos segundos más antes de caminar hacia el grupo amontonado.

Es absurdo, no puede sospechar del equidna solo por que hoy es su día menos interactivo. Él mismo tiene sus propios días brumosos en el que detesta estar rodeado de gente. Y su grupo es demasiado ruidoso.

Aun así...

Conclusion:

Nada, eso es todo lo que tengo. Y no creo que pueda pensar en algo más. Bye.

[beardedmrbean]

Iltalehti has another exclusive about the failed appointment of a senior official by a Finns Party minister. Last week the paper reported that party leader Riikka Purra's choice for a media advisory role had been abandoned after a background check by Finland's Security Intelligence Police, Supo.

On Tuesday IL is reporting that Communications Minister Lulu Ranne (Finns) had her first choice for State Secretary rejected after he underwent a security check. Kari Ilkkala has been a councillor in Hämeenlinna alongside Ranne, and served as her special adviser in parliament.

There are eleven State Secretaries appointed by this government, with the National Coalition getting to choose five, the Finns Party four and the Swedish people's Party and the Christian Democrats getting one each.

The role has broad responsibilities, and involves serving as a stand-in when ministers are unavailable. The other ten have already been appointed, but IL reports that Ilkkala has been dropped after the security check.

The paper does not state what Ilkkala's security check uncovered, but does detail a total of 73,000 euros in debts to payday lenders, different companies and the tax administration that are on the debt collection register.

Holocaust denial

As the government prepares to look into banning Holocaust denial, Helsingin Sanomat columnist Saska Saarikoski recalls the record of Jussi Halla-aho in opposing the "special position" of the Holocaust in history.

Saarikoski (then Snellman) had in 2004 written a column detailing the disconnect between Finnish interpretations of history, in which the Holocaust is commonly seen as a horrific event, and European interpretations, in which the Holocaust was seen as a unique moral lowpoint, a symbol of moral depravity that had almost come ro replace religious fables.

Halla-aho had responded to that on his own blog, arguing that the Holocaust's position was not as important as "anything actually happening at the moment".

He also repeated an anti-semitic trope in stating that Armenia has struggled to get recognition of atrocities perpetrated against Armenians by the Ottoman empire as genocide because "the Armenians don't own Hollywood or the American media".

Saarikoski argues that Halla-aho has indirectly forced the government to look at criminalising Holocaust denial, as several racist scandals (including some stemming from comments made on his blog) rocked the government this summer. That forced this week's statement on racism to parliament, which includes the possibility of criminalising Holocaust denial.

Long-distance oarsman

Ilta-Sanomat checks in on Jari Saario, who is rowing from Canada to Finland and has just reached Scotland's archipelago.

His plan is to continue through the Caledonian Canal (and therefore Loch Ness), before heading across the North Sea and into the Baltic.

There is one catch though. After 73 days at sea, he might be vulnerable to sniffles and bugs — so he is planning to avoid any well-wishes who try to collar him for a chat along the tourist-thronged Scottish waterway.

He may even buy some face masks to ensure he stays healthy for the final leg of his lengthy journey.

Organisers condemn violent banners seen at anti-racist demo

A threatening banner was on display during Sunday's anti-racism demonstration in Helsinki, and subsequently gained attention on social media.

The banner's slogan was "if anything is cut, it should be Petteri's and Riikka's heads", referring to Prime Minister Petteri Orpo (NCP) and Finance Minister Riikka Purra (Finns).

Judging by the pictures on social media, the banner was displayed by an anarchist group. Organisers of the demonstration have since criticised the banner.

"Violent banners do not represent our values," said the organisers in a press release. "We did our best during the event to ensure their removal. As organisers we can't do more than that."

[queenharumiura]

Just silly lil snippet ideas that I wrote out because I felt like it. The social butterfly is a serial 'sorry, wrong chat' offender.

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[Haru] I found him! Isn’t he the cutest?

[Haru Miura Uploaded an Image File: A stray cat sleeping on a wall ledge]

[Kyoko] Is that the one you were talking about last week?

[Haru] It is! Look at how peaceful he is as he sleeps. The moustache is so cute.

[Haru] Hah? What do you mean he forced you to give him my number? I’m not going anywhere with him. He’s not my type.  

[Kyoko] Haru-chan? Wrong chat?

[Haru Miura Has Deleted a Message]

[Haru] Sorry, wrong chat. Bye!

[Kyoko] Are you okay?

[Gokudera] Oi @Haru get back here. Explain.

[Ryohei] Is someone bothering you? Tell me who, when, and where.

[Haru] Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I’ll have it under control.

[Lambo] Ehhh is this the guy from last week?

[Yamamoto] There is a guy from last week? What’s going on?

[Haru] Lambo-chan, you promised not to speak of that, remember? For grape candy?

[Haru] Guys, it’s under control, stop worrying about it.

[Lambo] Oh, right! Eto…Lambo-san lied, there wasn’t a guy who kept following Haru last week. He didn’t grab her either. I did good, right Haru?

[Haru] Lambo-chan… no… (facepalm emoji)

[Ryohei] YOU GAVE HIM AN EXTREME RIGHT PUNCH AT LEAST, RIGHT? LIKE I TAUGHT YOU?

[Tsuna] Haru? Why didn’t you say something if someone is bothering you?

[Haru] Haru Miura is no longer accepting commentary on this topic. Bye!

[Gokudera] Oh no you don’t, get back here! Explain, aho-onna! @Haru

[Haru] No <3

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[Haru] So, you didn’t give him my number?

[Sora] What kind of friend would I be if I gave that creep your number?

[Haru] Whose number did you give then?

[Mizuki] You remember that Sora-chan’s brother is a cop, right?

[Haru] You didn’t… you devious girls, you.

[Sora] I give his number out to creeps all the time. He’s gotten used to being the scapegoat. That’s what big brothers are for, to get annoyed in my place by creeps.

[Haru] That’s an interesting idea… I wonder if I could do something similar.

[Mizuki] You have some guy friends, don’t you? Surely one of them would help you.

[Haru] See, I’m worried the creep will die if some of them get involved.

[Mizuki] Huh?

[Sora] Huh?

[Rumi] I just got back from a shower, what did I miss?

[Mizuki] What kinds of friends do you have? Are they dangerous?

[Haru] Not to me. ^^

[Sora] Good enough for me.

[Rumi] One less Chikan is a cleaner Earth

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[Haru] Which one of you guys would be okay with Haru giving out your number to a persistent Chikan if she doesn’t feel like being violent that day?

[Ryohei] Is this about the guy from before? Send him over to me.

[Ryohei] We’ll have a nice talk.

[Haru] Oh, he’s already talking to the police, don’t worry about him. This is for future reference.

[Kyoko] Waaaah, good job, Haru-chan!

[Bianchi] Good work

[Haru] Thank you!

[Tsuna] Haru!? What did you do in the 15 minutes you were gone?

[Yamamoto] You can put my name down for that.

[Bianchi] Give them my name too, I can convince them to stop their behavior, forever.

[Haru] Thank you both!

[Tsuna] Am I the only one shocked by this?

[Tsuna] Haru, don't give Bianchi's number to anyone!

[Haru] @Gokudera, before you speak, not you. I think you’ll end up in jail from going too far.

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(text) = something Haru wrote in English bc we do know she has a habit of throwing in random English words.

[Haru] You girls said you wanted a picture of my (date), right?

[Haru Miura Has Deleted a Message]

[Haru] Wrong chat, sorry.

[Kyoko] I'll private message you, show me!

[Haru] Okay!

[Ryohei] You went on a date? When? With who? Is he decent? Let me meet him. I'll look out for you.

[Haru] They're very cute and sweet, actually! I like them!

[Ryohei] Okay, but I still want to meet him.

[Tsuna] Can we meet the guy?

[Haru] I'll show you a picture, hold on.

[Haru Miura Uploaded an Image File: A selfie of her holding a 'date' fruit]

[Haru] In English, they're called (Dates)! It's a pun!

[Gokudera] You idiot.

[Haru] Hahi! Haru is not an idiot!

[Gokduera] Stop messing around.

[Haru] Haru's only crime is being in the wrong chat!

[Bianchi] It was a cute pun, Haru

[Reborn] A worldly pun.

[Haru] Thank you, Onee-san! Thank you, Reborn-chan!

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[Haru] Stop asking me about him, I already told you he's taken.

[Kyoko] ??

[Haru] He's dating someone named 'Vongole'

[Haru] ? Oh wait, wrong chat.

[Haru Miura Has Deleted a Message]

[Haru Miura Has Deleted a Message]

[Haru] Ignore that.

[Bianchi] This could've been about only one person.

[Haru] Onee-san, sshhhhhhhh!

[Bianchi] I'd like to hear more about this, actually.

[Haru] Then in the private chats, please! >////<

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9/21/23

Huntley High Castle

Morning Songs

Abandoned Castles

In Scotland 

Why'd We Fight

Gordon Huntley

Why Didn't You Take

Mary Queen Of Scots

As Your Wife

Why Did You Fight

My Dear

Why'd Your Campbell

Family Slumlord Me

Why'd You Fight

My Dear

We're My Old Things

All You Wanted

From Me

Why'd You Fight

My Dear

Did You Choose

Your Drink

My Queen

Like Mary Kay

Letourneau

And Her Niece

Mary Bush Schmitz

My Old Landlady 

In Pinyon

Pines

To Survive

Patriarchy

Mary Did You

Choose The 

Bottle

Did You Want 

To Chat

About Yesterday's

Boytoy

Daniel Ellis 

Another RedHead

Mary Did You Choose 

The Bottle Like

My Dear Mary

In Pinyon

On Bush Family

Defense Team

An Attys Game

Pedophile Greenwashing

Polyamory

With The Gays

Trans Army

The Bottle

Were You Trafficked

That Way

A Grape Juice

Like Mary's

Hard And Sparkly

Same Drink

That Took Down

Naya Rivera

White Claw

Only .016 Alcohol

And 4 Other Court

Forced Drugs 

For Murder

Bought Mary A Case

Of Whiteclaw

Worried

Picked Up Her Son

Kegan

From Wrestling

She Took And Took

Like Her Ancestors

Mary Queen Of Scots 

Probably Both

Our Relatives

For Royal Cousins Married

Mammas Still Want

To Be Free

Mary Kay Letourneau 

And The Bush

Prodigies

Maybe Mary Queen Of

Scots

Didn't Want To Be A 

Pawn

Milk Maiden

For You All

But She Had No

Choice You See

For Campbell's

Run A Hard

Dark

Silencing Plea

Perhaps She Had

No Choice You See

For The Gigolo

That Swept Her Off

Her Feet

Was Probably Hired

Like My Step

Father In Law

Neanderthal 

HP Monster 

Campbell

Troll

From England 

To Wipe Out

Encinitas

Lahaina

Like Your Father

Campbell

Stalking

All The Moms

In Idyllwild

To Scotland

From Mr.

Macdonald

Hunted By Nazis

Can You Let Us

Have A Little Fun

Now We've Come

To Baby America

Huntly Castle

Is Sitting Vacant

High Castle

Abandoned

Scots Scream

Release Us From

The Nonces

Sinead Is Gone

She Shaved

Her Head

Like #FreeBritney

She Wasn't A 

Probate

She Wasn't Dead

Here In Baby America

Almost The Youngest

Country

Campbleigh Man

Is Just A Con Artist

Do You Like His Hustle

In UK

Here In America

Skinheads

Spies

Stole Nelson Mamma

Swedish Bribes

Roterreuter

For The Militia

You Got A Bunch

Of Impotent

Gay Proud Boys

Are You Sorry

Broker Mammas

Head Huntin'

Burnin' Islands

Are You Sorry

Stealing From

Divorce Courts

Princess Diana

Is Dead

Are You Sorry

Really

Need Reparations

For Princess 

Demise

Since 

The Iranian Revolution

In 1979

Apartheid

Are You Sorry

Tell Me

If So

Make Reparations

1st Wife

Ghosts

Ivana

Neilia

And Every Starter

Wife You Know

Are You Sorry

Judge Ferguson

You Failed Your Wife

Shot Her

On National Press

You Sin

Are You Sorry

Than Give Tehrangeles

Moms

Back

Their Kids

Are You Sorry

Than Return

Our Kids

Are You Sorry

King Reza

Than Make 

President Biden

Give Our Billions

Back 

To The Sufi

Poets

Of Iran

And Reveal

Moms Heads

Peace- Aho-

Pau

Peace,

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