#google translate hates finnish

[hilema]

"Painan pääni sun povelles" ei taida kääntyä ihan noin 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[maxillness]

A Good Use Of That Mouth || KR7 x teammate!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), hair pulling, google translated Finnish, self inflicted orgasm denial, fingering

Wordcount: 0.9k

Request: If you want to could you do a like they are teammates and they hate each other and they crash into each other and they like hate-fuck in his drivers room later

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She sighed as she listened to the radio “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

“I’m fine. That bitch is gonna pay” Kimi had crashed into her doing a turn, making them both dnf. Yes, they hated each other, but this was over kill

He should keep it off the track, and just focus on the race instead of being childish and bring his emotions onto the track

She got into her driver’s room and quickly showered before putting on some comfortable clothes before walking over to Kimi’s room

“What the fuck is your problem?!” She bursted into his room without knocking

“Ever heard of knocking?” He sat shirtless on the couch. His hair was still damp from his own shower

“Why the fuck did you crash into me?! You dnf’ed us both!” She was furious. She shut the door a little to harsh

“If you had given me more space, then it wouldn’t have happened” He stood up, walking a few steps towards her

“More space?! I had given you enough space! You did it on fucking purpose!” She could kill him if she was allowed, but god did he look good like that

“Could you stop fucking yelling?” His voice was low as he walked closer to her, making her back up against the wall

She crossed her arms over her chest “Make me” She spat her words out confidently

His actions were quick. His hand wrapped in her hair, forcing her head to tilt up. His other hand pushing on her hip, pushing her harder into the wall. His lips on hers, pulling her breath out of her

His actions made her whine. She placed her hands softly on his waist. He visibly shivered at her touch against his skin

Kimi licked at her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, letting him shove his tongue into her

“Kimi…” She whine into his mouth. The vibrations sending him pleasure all through his body

“God, just shut the fuck up” He forced her to the ground, making her yelp in pain as her knees hit the floor

He drew his hands away from her body. He unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free

She looked up at him with glassy eyes and puffy lips. She looks fucking hot

“Make a good use of that mouth of yours” She didn’t hesitate to start licking kitten licks on the head of his cock

“Stop teasing” He yanked on her hair, forcing her away. He made a make believe ponytail with her hair as she put her lips around him

She slowly sank down on him, having when he hit the back of her throat “Fuck” He had to lean his other hand against the wall

“You’re taking me so well, lutka” She didn’t understand the nickname, but it drew out a moan of her anyway

The vibrations of her mouth on his cock drew out a whimper from him. He started bucking his hips, hitting the back of her throat at every thrust

“Such a perfect mouth” He loved the way his praise drew out a reaction from her “Way better than yelling, yeah?” She barely managed to nod

He started fucking her mouth with such force and speed that made her grab the back of his thighs tightly, drawing out several moans from him

He pulled her away and up when he started feeling himself twitch in her mouth. He pushed her towards the little table, bending her over it

He pulled the waistband of her sweats down to her ankles, alongside her panties. Her drew a finger through her folds, making her whimper

“Kimi… Please” She moaned loud when he pushed one of his fingers into her. His hand went on her mouth

“Be quiet. The walls are thin, hassu” His fingers sped up. He wanted to hear her pretty loud moans, but god did he not want to get caught fucking his teammate

“Fuck, Kimi. Please, I need you in me” She mumbled into his hand. It was hard for him to hear, but he understood it perfectly

He sped up his fingers before he took them out of her, earning him a groan from her. She didn’t get to complain a lot before Kimi had pushed all of himself into her

She let out a high-pitched whine that was barely covered by Kimi’s hand “You gotta be fucking quiet, Rakas”

She grabs the edges of the table as Kimi started moving inside her. He groans as she clenches around him

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Fucking made for my cock” She had really tried to keep her sounds in, but his words did her dirty

“Your sounds are music to my ears” As he feels himself closing to his orgasm, he snakes his hand around her body and down to her clit

He moaned at feeling of her clenching down on him, the feeling of her clit being rubbed is too much for her

“Kimi… I’m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she was coming hard around him

He groaned her name as he himself came after a few thrusts. He pulls out of her when both of their breaths got some what under control

They didn’t utter a word as they got dressed. She barely touched the door handle when she was pulled flushed against him

He kissed her soft, not like earlier “Go before I change my mind” She chuckled softly before turning around and walking out of his driversroom

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Jealous of Joe | Juraj Slafkovský

wc. 1.9k

Juraj's jealous when he sees you with another certain athlete

(sorry for the bad google translate throughout)

You jog down the steps of Nationwide Arena until you're face to face with a wall of glass blocking you from the players on the ice. Your eyes roam the red and white jerseys, finding purchase when they land on the familiar number 20. You look over his figure, studying the way he skates down the ice with ease. He looks like he’s floating, stick down, looking for the puck, focused, perfect. 

You and Juraj Slafkovský have been friends since the minute he was drafted by the Montreal Canadiens. As one of many social media managers, you became best friends with the whole team, finding safe spaces in Cole, Nick, Kirby, Kaiden, Monty, and most importantly, Juraj. 

The first thing you ever bonded over was your mutual knowledge of the Finnish language. The two of you could converse for hours in Finnish and not even realize until another one of the boys finally gains the courage to ask about what you two have been saying. They even tried to use it to their advantage, asking if you understood what he would say in Slovak but you were no use in that department. 

You try to snap yourself out of the trance you were in, looking around the rink to see what kind of media you could create before the game. You’re in the middle of thinking up a new question or tiktok challenge when you feel a presence next to you. 

“They look good,” the stranger says from next to you and you don’t look over as you respond, somewhat hoping the person leaves. 

“Hopefully they keep it up during the game tonight,” you respond, knowing the Hab's tendency for third period strikeouts. 

“You think Caufield will score?” the boy next to you asks and you shrug. 

“It’ll make my job easier if he does,” you joke and the laugh that sounds from next to you is so melodic it has curiosity leading you to turn your head. 

To say you’re shocked by the man standing next to you is an understatement. After working in this league it takes a lot for you to get star struck by an athlete but you’re speechless, jaw dropped open looking at Joe Burrow standing next to you. 

“Holy shit,” you blurt out and the older boy turns to look at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“I’m Joe,” he says, holding a hand out for you to shake and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your back when his hand slides perfectly into yours. 

“(y/n),” you say, still not quite sure that you’re not totally dreaming. “No offense, but what are you doing here?” 

His laugh has you smiling right along with him and you find yourself wanting to hear more of it. 

“I’ve been meaning to come out and see a game for a while, meet the players and so on. I figured since I’m injured,” he takes the moment to lift up a carefully wrapped wrist in front of your eyes. “I would come and check it out.” 

“Well if you’re expecting your fellow Ohioans to win, I apologize in advance,” you say and Joe throws his head back in laughter.

“Oh really?” 

The two of you continue talking, trading jokes and reveling in each other's laughter. You were beyond enjoying the conversation with Joe and you almost forgot about the ongoing practice and job you should be doing. 

Juraj certainly didn’t forget. During practice, a game, in the arena, out of the arena, no matter what Juraj always has an eye on you. The minute you stepped up to the glass during his practice his eye was on you, watching what you were doing, but more importantly, who you ended up talking to. Juraj’s furious and jealous gaze roams your figure, hating the way your head is thrown back in laughter, pink rising to your cheeks at his words, the slight, shy movements he knew all too well. 

At some point his brain must have shut off because suddenly his body is barreling down the ice without a second thought. You’re mid sentence to Joe when a loud bang sounds in front of you and you both jump back in fear. You look up to see Juraj standing there, a sheepish smile on his lips but something different in his eyes. You shoot him a look that conveys the sentence “are you serious right now???” and Juraj waves awkwardly before backing off and skating away. 

“Your boyfriend?” Joe asks and you jump at his voice, forgetting he was there for a moment. 

“No, no,” you say, glancing at him before reverting back to following Juraj’s movements. “Just friends.” 

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I asked you out then?” Joe asks and your body fully turns towards him at the question. 

“I can pick you up before the game tonight? I have an empty seat next to me,” he offers and you grin. 

“I’d love to.” 

Juraj spends the rest of practice pissed and all the boys can tell. They’re even playing a game, seeing who can mess with him the most before he truly snaps. 

Nick takes pity on him, the captain skating over to the young player. He follows Juraj’s gaze to where you are and watches as his eyes flame in anger when you smile at Joe. 

“What's up?” Nick asks, vague enough that Juraj can tell him what’s actually going on or he can brush it off. 

“He can fight?” Juraj asks and Nick fully turns to him in shock.

“What?” 

“I’m gonna fight him if he goes out with her,” Juraj says, determination so deep in his eyes that Nick knows he’s not a force to be reckoned with. 

Normally, before games you’re nervous for other reasons. Making sure you have enough content, tweets are loaded and ready to go, photos are edited and stats are ready to be posted. This time, your coworker is taking on those nerves while yours belong to the date you were about to go on. 

You looked over your outfit for what feels like the millionth time and smooth out the canadiens jersey that falls over your body. You were showing up with Joe but still had Juraj’s last name on your back; the irony. Joe knocks on your hotel room door right at 7 and you let out a breath before making your way to the front door. 

You were no stranger to Joe’s pregame outfits but you were shocked out how he could still look so incredibly good even in a simple t-shirt and jeans. His smile is blinding and while you know you should be swooning at the sight, you can only think about Juraj’s crooked smile, the way he looks down, not wanting anyone else to see the beauty. 

You and Joe head to the arena, a short drive in his luxury car and he’s nothing but a gentleman the entire time. Your heart flutters from time to time but you’re not sure if it’s because of Joe, or because you're nervous to see Juraj. 

You two take your time getting to your seats, stopping to grab drinks before heading down as the players are finishing warm ups. Juraj thinks he’s safe, that he won’t have to control a temper for the rest of the game but it all falls flat when he sees Joe with an arm slung around your shoulders in the front row. 

“Leave it be,” Nick warns the younger player and he shakes his head, praying his focus turns towards the game. 

The game against the blue jackets is physical, to say the least. The boys are playing like it’s a revenge tour and the game is tied for most of the time. Third period begins and Juraj is firing on all cylinders at this point. He’s finishing his checks, he’s rushing down the ice, he’s doing anything and everything to forget about you and Joe. 

You watch as Juraj digs for the puck, a battle between him and one of the blue jackets players trying to gain possession of the puck. It sails down towards Nick and Juraj lets up, words clearly exchanged between him and the opposer. 

“Careful before I take your girl out next,” the player sneers at Juraj and he’s officially seeing red. 

You watch in slight horror as Juraj slams the player into the boards and fists go flying. The fight must last a quick 20 seconds but feels like a lifetime. You’re on your feet and pressed against the glass as Juraj gets up, a fresh cut on his cheekbone and his hair disheveled and hanging over his now dark eyes. 

 “Holy fuck,” you breathe out, watching as Juraj is escorted down the tunnel and some of the boys are casting glances in your direction. 

“(y/n)?” you’re snapped out of your trance at Joe’s voice and turn to find him with worry and understanding in his gaze. 

“I have to go check on him,” you say and Joe nods. 

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek that explains all of his thoughts and feelings. You smile, a bit of sadness laced in the look, before parting and heading straight for the locker room. 

You race down, surprisingly not getting lost as you run and you flash your access badge like your life depends on it. You finally come face to face with the locker room door and you take a deep breath before flinging it open, unable to stay away from Juraj any longer. 

“Kto si, do pekla, myslí, že je? Sedí tam s ním a užíva si každú sekundu!! A ten sráč, ktorý-” Your brain flies a million miles an hour trying desperately to grasp the little Slovak language you know but to no avail. 

“Juraj?” you call and the 6 foot 2 hockey player halts all movements before turning towards you. 

“What are you doing here?” he grinds out, chest heaving trying to catch his breath. 

“I wanted to check on you.” 

“jebať ma,” he mutters angrily. “Go back to your new boyfriend.” 

Juraj was torn clean in half between two sides. One desperately wanting you here, wanting you to stay and talk to him, to explain that Joe meant nothing to you. The other half of him is infuriated, feeling disrespected that you would show up now after flaunting Joe in front of him. 

“What the fuck is your issue?” you snap, taking several steps till you're inches from Juraj’s face. 

“Ježiš Kristus.”

That’s the last thing you hear before Juraj leans down and slams his lips against yours, the kiss lighting you end to end in a fiery passion. His hands wrap around your waist and pull you up onto your tip toes and press your chest against his padded one. Your body takes a minute to catch up and when you do, your hands tangle deep into Juraj’s damp strands pulling him close and begging him to never let go. 

Unfortunately, humans need air and the two of you separate, panting heavily for a moment after. You fall back onto your heels and Juraj’s eyes search yours for a moment before speaking again. 

“You’re my issue,” he says and before you can retort he shushes you. “I love you. You walked into my game with my name on your back but your hand holding his.” 

Your eyes stare deep into his, your heart cracking at the idea that Juraj could ever be hurt by your actions. However, it’s filled back up when you remember him admitting that he loves you. 

“Oh minun rakkauteni,” you murmur, pulling him into you again and reveling in the feeling of his lips on yours. 

“It’s you baby. It always has been and it always will be,” you promise. 

Juraj grins against you, the moment fleeting but lasting forever. 

[queerlilchinchin]

Create a Creature With Me! Final Part

Create a Creature With Me! Final Part: Naming

We're going to name our large feathered friend. I took some of the features voted on (feather, eyes, horned, triocular, talon) and translated them into German, French, Spanish and Finnish... yes, with Google Translate (don't hate me!).

I combined some of the resulting words into names. Vote on your favorite one.

May your favorite be ever in favor with the odds ;P

This game has been incredibly fun. Once this one's over, I'll have to come up with another game. Maybe I'll turn this into a whole series of "make this with me" polls and create a story out of the results. Don't know if you all would be into something like that, but if so, let me know!

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

do you understand how much power you have over anon hate. someone took care to send that to you and you could undo whatever satisfaction it brought by sending yourself on anon the first half and replacing the second half with the bee movie script or the john green copypasta or maybe you just end it unfinished to make them believe they sent incomplete hatemail. make their grammar shit and point it out in the answer. google translate it into finnish. put a penis typo. girl the possibilities are endless

[unnervinglyferal]

Vihasin myös pohdintaani teini-ikäisenä. Se on väliaikainen.

I'm not sure if finnish is your second language or if you just did this with google translate, but what you're saying here is

"I also hated contemplating things when I was a teenager. Being able to do that is temporary."

[kirsicca]

People you'd like to get to know better

I was tagged ages ago by @thebramblewood, but as much as I love these type of things, it takes me aaaaages to get them done.... But still, I was so happy to be tagged! 🩷

Last Song: Stephanie - A Part of Me. Lately I've been listening a lot of j-pop, and I mean the songs I used to listen in my teens. I love the nostalgia!

Favorite Color: Black is my all time favorite, but lately I've been really into green. Green used to be my favorite color when I was little, but after that I went years hating it. But now the cycle has ended and I'm back to loving green! 💚

Currently Watching: Scrubs. Once again with the nostalgia!

Last Movie: Quills. This too is an old favorite of mine!

Currently Reading: I'm reading a finnish book that roughly translates to "The new book of good manners". It explains the history behind european etiquette and manners. Super interesting to me though I understand it may sound boring to many lol.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Maybe savory, though I'm also a hopeless sweet tooth

Last Thing I Googled: "sims 4 sims gain friendship during sleep"

Current Obsession: my obsessions can change daily, but at the moment it's pretty much sims, dragon age and history from middle ages to 18th century

Currently Working On: on finishing and publishing all the countless wip cc I'm working on

[thwip--thwip]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @yes-i-am-happyaspie !

How many works do you have on AO3?

In total, 24; 15 on my Irondad pseud, 9 on my legacy pseud.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

128, 654

What fandoms do you write for?

At present, I’m only really active in the MCU/Irondad fandom; but I’ve written in the past for Marvel, Sherlock, Deadpool, TASM, Supernatural, Glee, Doctor Who, & Psych.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Peter Parker’s Night Clinic for Kinda Crappy, Accidental Superheroes (3,149)

2. the world is not kind (2,013)

3. chosen family (1,200)

4. MTBI (977)

5. every day, every hour (turn that pain into power) (908)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! For the most part. At a certain point I fall behind in responding and always feel a little awkward responding to older comments (a pleasant shyness); but I read all of them and deeply appreciate every single one.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think my answer to that might be different than other people’s answers! I’d probably say count to ten; it’s a fill I wrote for the Whumptober 2019 prompt ‘shaky hands’, primarily from Tony’s perspective, post-Snap.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Happy in tone, or in what happened? I like to think all of my fics end on the happiest note possible; I can’t stomach bad endings. Put em through hell, but make it worth it at the end.

I’d still have to say the world is not kind. It’s the way I choose to believe Endgame ended (until I get around to writing that giant fix-it).

Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I’ve noticed. Occasionally people will get a little pointed, but I try not to take anything personally; I’m just glad they got to the end and were moved by it enough, in whatever way they were moved, to comment.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written smut, primarily M/M, but only rarely in my published fics.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve written crossovers; I’d like to write more of them eventually. The craziest one was The Adventures of Dean Winchester & Friends, for the SuperWho Big Bang 2012. It was ridiculous, self-indulgent crack. We’ve all been there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Surprisingly yes! I was honored and pleasantly bewildered. Peter Parker’s Night Clinic for Kinda Crappy, Accidental Superheroes was translated into Suomi (Finnish).

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not had the pleasure! I’d really love to, I think that would be a unique experience and I love collaborative art.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Oh god all time?? I presume romantic and not platonic ships, but I’ll give both. Romantic has to be Sterek, once a Teen Wolf girlie, always a Teen Wolf girlie. Platonic is Irondad, bar none.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It’s a threeway tie between the sequel to the world is not kind, my Pepper Potts character study piece, and the Infinity War / Endgame rewrite. Of the three, that last one has the least words put to page; but never say die, I still chip away at them all.

What are your writing strengths?

I can write a good emotional through-line. I like to call it emotions porn. Description has never been my issue, and commas love me.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing action, or solid plot. I’m not much of a mastermind, so I have a hard time with penning longer works.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve done it before when necessary; I’m forced to use Google Translate but if anyone ever wants to correct me I know it’s probably wrong! 🤣

First fandom you wrote for?

Since the site is gone from the face of the earth, I’ll tell you. Jonas Brothers RPF.

Favourite fic you’ve written?

the world is not kind would have to be my pick ❤️

Tagging: @blondsak @euphoric-melancholyy @fourdaysofrain @reachingforaspark

[violasmirabiles]

@someguywriting tagged me to list five favorites out of my own fics, thanks for the tag <3

(First of all a disclaimer, all but one of these have only been posted in Finnish because my main fandoms -- The Unknown Soldier and Under the North Star -- are pretty exclusively Finnish, and idk if I will ever translate them to English. I might! Who knows! It pisses me off how much Google Translate hates Finnish (fucks up the pronouns every time which might be the single worst thing, like if you look up a sentence that has a pronoun in it the ONLY alternate translation for that sentence will be the exact same thing but with a different pronoun, occasionally translates people's names literally, badly, unnecessarily, and wrong, cannot handle dialects at all). Plus there are a few English-speaking people in the Unknown Soldier fandom, and I happen to own not one but TWO different English translations of the Unknown Soldier because I’m so incredibly normal (lie) about it!! but I seriously doubt it’ll happen any time soon. BUT ANYWAY)

1) Hauntings. This is the first fic I posted in English. It's about Dan Torrance (my dearest darling, Blorbo even), Abra Stone, and the hugely traumatic moment in Doctor Sleep's climax where Dan almost kills Abra with his bare hands thinking she's Rose the Hat. It's inspired by a seminar paper I wrote in 2022 that eventually turned into my master's thesis. I was ridiculously nervous about writing and posting this, which feels a bit silly, but I just didn't have the kind of routine to Writing Fic In English™ that I have now and idk my brain made it weirder than it needed to be. (It goes the other way around in Finnish -- I know I can write decent essays but ohhhhh my GODDDDD it always starts out so sticky and slow and awkward. But it always gets easier after the sticky part. And now that I've been writing more fics in English, that's gotten a lot more natural too.) ANYWAY I got so into writing that seminar paper that even after I turned it in (a week late, running on no sleep and two ADHD medications) I was just. Sitting there vibrating because for the first time it felt like I might actually complete my degree, and also because of Blorbo Thoughts. I wrote this a couple of days later when I was feeling a bit less insane and, you know, had slept, and I really really like how it turned out. Family of all time.

2) Runoilija. Okay here we go. This is an Under the North Star ficlet. This is also the first ever Finnish-language work on AO3 with the Nonbinary Character tag (there are four in total, all written by me). This is the most personal fic I've ever written, but even just textually I think this is one of my most beautiful works. As someone who is Not Neurotypical and Very Not Straight, there's no fucking way the character this fic is about wasn't intended to be neurodivergent and queer. Though, obviously, since the Under the North Star trilogy was published between 1959 and 1962, and the character lives in the early 1900s, that... is not how he’s described. More of a "yeah he's weird but he's harmless, that's just the way he is". Importantly, his attitude to girls™ is described as "genderless" and obviously that particular word choice was what made me go HMM WHAT IF. The theme is basically "having no vocabulary for your gender experience is something that can really be so personal" and to make it super extra personal to me I made the character have an "oh" moment while learning English and finding out about gender-specific pronouns, which are not a thing in Finnish (though gender binary certainly is. Languages are cool and these things are complicated).

3) Ateenalaiset. The whole entire verse, really, but the original fic especially. It's an Unknown Soldier fic about the universally hated but Very Competent officer and the young idealistic approval-seeking officer (and the idealistic officer's fiancée) that I first started planning soon after the 2017 film came out and the fandom as we know it started to appear. Like there are two scenes in the final product that I know I talked about in a group chat in twenty goddamn seventeen. Problem was, I wasn't sure what to do with the story, where to go with it, or how I wanted to go there. I started posting it on AO3 as a multichapter in 2019 but realized it wasn't what I wanted and deleted it after maybe two chapters. Those chapters are incorporated in the final product. When it finally clicked and I started writing it for real I was supposed to be working on... a seminar paper that became the basis of my master’s thesis theory section. Heh. That paper sucked ass. But this fic. Oh man this is some of my best writing.

4) Trio. Speaking of some of my best writing, there's this. You know those posts about combining your old and new hyperfixations to create an AU that 99% of the time makes sense to precisely no one? Well. This is one of those. The Unknown Soldier and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Three guys from an iconic scene in the Unknown Soldier enacting the ending of GBU, over and over and over and over again. I keep switching people's places so everyone gets to be everyone many, many times over. And like. One of these characters is real quiet but somehow still has great one-liners. One is described by the author (outside the actual book) as having blond hair (a golden-haired angel, one might say). One shoots an unarmed POW in the back. All are war criminals, one rather significantly less so than the others. One ran a brothel in an occupied city during the few weeks they stayed there. Two of them, independently of one another, think about how "the worst they can throw at me is death and I can handle that". One always keeps his distance from everyone around him and everyone senses that there’s something cold and cruel about him they can't quite name. We never find out their first names. One loots every corpse he comes across, and in the 2017 film, one of those corpses turns out to be alive and he, horrified, suffocates him with his bare hands. One kicks a plate of porridge in a dead man's face and laughs about it. One says he doubts even God can bring himself to harass him. One avoided the actual fighting part of the war as much as he could but once risked his life getting the whole squad some new boots. I love love love all the implications of having each of those guys play Blondie or Tuco or Angel Eyes. They all speak so differently, they all act so differently, but they all make it work. Also I like to stir it up, have the Angel Eyes character survive and make a surprise attack. Have the Tuco character realize something's up and reload in time. Have the Angel Eyes character be a faster draw and have Blondie get shot. There are versions where everyone dies. There are shovels to hit people with. Bare hands, even. There's the very rickety cross. Truly the possibilities are endless and I'm like foaming at the mouth IASIP Pepe Silvia level insane about this fic.

5) Kotkanlento. Man I was going to put something else here but turns out I’m feeling a lot of feelings about Under the North Star today. Much like with Ateenalaiset, I'm really talking about the whole verse, it's all one big tragic story. And horny. The porn is absolutely essential to the tragedy. I think it's safe to assume that when Mr. Väinö Linna wrote about that one character drunkenly and tearfully reminiscing about how he and his long-dead friend used to get drunk together and fuck the same girls he did not mean to imply that they fucked those girls together, much less that they fucked each other, but, hey. All I'm saying is it doesn't exactly crash the canon, either. And there we have the least responsible bisexual poly relationship this side of the Häme province. I thought I was done with this verse last summer but iiiiiii don't think I am, I think there's another 15-part ficlet series on its way, I just need to figure out what exactly I want to do and what goes where. I really like writing these often nonlinear, independent of each other snippets/ficlets that are all pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle.

wow hehe these are. long ANYWAY I'm gonna tag @radiant-sunlight-blueberry, @vulptilla, @sisiljan and @caixxa. If you don't feel like doing it you can just ignore this, it's fine <3

[santonali]

31 and 37💓

thanks so much <33

31. 3 types of flowers you love the most

hollyhock, but upon googling the english translation (i just know it as malwa) i genuinely deeply hate this name. english why do you gotta do my favourite flower dirty like that? anyway, it holds a lot of happy memories for me and it's so tall and pretty

the peony flower, for its smell.

and roses, of the wild and regular type, also for the memories they hold. the 1st remind me of denmark, and the 2nd of italy.

37. 3 languages you would love to learn

spanish - boring but after being pretty strict and consistent with learning it i just abandoned it and never came back to it, and i feel kinda shitty about that. plus i'd love to be able to understand all of my favourite spanish songs and not just through translations

arabic - again, i tried, though not nearly for as long as with spanish, but i lacked the consistency. it was super fun to learn though and it scratched that part of me that just likes to learn for the sake of learning, for fun, not for anything serious

finnish - it would get me some serious points with my (very finnish) best friend lmao

[explosivepies]

this guy: i learned a new word in finnish

me: o rly

the guy: its "sisu"

me: what does it mean

the guy: well it cannot be translated

oh ok fuck me i guess

i search on google. it's basically "resilience" or maybe "stoicism".

i am gonna go on my monthly "i hate men" rant soon huh

[gilkohuke]

Brain a few years ago: Learn Japanese

Me: Hmm, I'll give it a shot I guess.

* Doesn't get far *

Brain a year ago: Learn German.

Me: OoOo yeah interesting -

* Gets a bit more farther than with Japanese *

Brain now: So, I see how you're constantly interested in Finland related things.

Me: I'm Estonian whaddya expect -

Brain: Learn Finnish. :)

Me: No.

Brain: How hard can it be?

Me: Don't say it -

Brain: Do it.

Me: NOOOOOOOOOO

Brain: DO IT, YOU CAN BE RESPECTABLE WHENEVER YOU VISIT THEN AND YOUR MOM CAN'T ABUSE YOUR LACK OF KNOWING IT

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

..

So.

Does anyone know any good places to learn Finnish? Places that include starting as a Estonian would be nice too -

[kleinstar]

// struggling with word definitions like i know what “singleminded” means but like i can also think several contexts but having hard time to spell them out so unsure how to answer OTL

[youngbeezer]

Hi! Can I request Miro Heiskanen for prompt number five? Please 🥰

Referenced Post

Prompt-- 5. Running into each others arms after not seeing them for awhile (w Miro Heiskanen)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This is unedited I kinda rushed to post this so sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 988

Warning(s): a few curse words i think

[(google) translation-- rakkaani: my love// Minä rakastan sinua: I love you]

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fic inspo🤍 (all pics are from pinterest)

can you call me now

I miss your voice

These have been the text messages I have been getting the past few months from my boyfriend Miro Heiskanen. He’s currently back in Finland for the offseason while I have been stuck in Dallas working.

I go to click on his contact and press the call button, only having to hear it ring once before I hear my boyfriend’s tired voice on the other line.

“Hi rakkaani.” His soft voice travels through my ears.

“Ten hours.” I can’t hold back the giant grin overtaking my face. “You couldn’t wait ten hours until you ‘heard my voice?’”

I hear him chuckle softly before he replies back, “We are waiting to board plane. Am too excited.”

My grin softens as I express back, “I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Been too long.” He mutters sadly. “How was work?”

I sigh frustratedly. “The same old shit. Just doing constant busy work and getting berated by my boss for the littlest of things. At least I only have a few more weeks left in my contract, and then I am out of there for good.”

I hear him mutter some things incoherently, hearing some words in English and some in Finnish. He tends to do that a lot when I am around-- since I don’t know much Finnish (he has been teaching me a bunch since we have been dating), he tries to remember to say most things in English, but sometimes he will just forget or doesn’t know the word and will resort back to his native language.

Most of what I can make out of his grumbling is “hate that place” “boss” “dick.”

“Babe. I can’t really understand your half English half Finnish mumbling, especially over the phone.” I cut him off. “It’s okay. All that matters is that we are going to be back in each other’s arms soon.”

He lets out a little sigh when we both hear the intercom in the airport make an announcement.

“Minä rakastan sinua”

“I love you too. Have a safe flight.”

“See you soon rakkaani.”

(...)

My alarm blares annoyingly loud and I almost let out a little grumble until I realize what that alarm means. It’s time for me to go to the airport and pick up my boyfriend who I have not seen in almost two months.

I jump out of bed and scramble to throw on an appropriate outfit other than my sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I put on a pair of leggings and one of Miro’s hoodies (which isn’t that much of a step up from my previous outfit) before I am out of the door in record time on my way to the airport.

‘just landed’ Is the text I receive as I am pulling into the airport parking lot. I smile to myself feeling giddy and nervous to see the love of my life after almost two months of being apart. I take a quick peek at the rearview mirror and fix any flyaways before making my way over to baggage claim.

Figuring I still have a few minutes until Miro makes his way over, I check over all my social media. I even replied back to one of Roope Hintz’s snapchats where he sent me a picture of him with the caption ‘take care of my boyfriend until I get there ;).’ I chuckle silently to myself while looking up and scanning the area.

I see a crowd making it’s way over to the baggage claim, so I crane my neck in search of Miro.

And just like that our eyes connect, immediately being drawn to each other through the crowd. I let out an excited squeal and start weaving my way through the throng of people.

When he sees me getting closer he drops his carry-on bags onto the ground before meeting me halfway. When we finally reach each other I straight away jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist while his arms go straight to the back of my thighs to support me. I feel him bury his face into my neck where he drops a few kisses here and there while we just hold each other, embracing the feeling of being in each other’s arms again.

I feel a few wet spots on my skin where Miro’s head is and find him crying a little bit. I run my fingers through his hair to soothe him as I feel him breath against my neck, “Never again.”

My legs untangle themselves from around him and find the ground again as we both pull away just for a second to then come back together once more into a kiss. His hands slipped down the smooth curve of my sides to rest on my hips as I rested one of my hands on the back of his neck and the other on his cheek drawing him impossibly closer. This kiss was one way different from any of the others we have shared, and it was definitely not appropriate for an airport. But neither of us seemed to care as we savored the feeling that has been missing for two months. I eventually pull apart our lips in need of some air and when a stand byer scoffs at our very public displays of affection.

Miro doesn’t seem to mind them any attention though as he follows through with a few more pecks before taking my hands and leading me to the baggage claim. We both grab all of his luggage, the smiles never once leaving either of our faces as we then make our way out of the airport.

Miro looks over at me as we are nearing the car and gives me one of the biggest and happiest grins I have ever seen on him. He gives my temple of soft kiss before whispering in my ear,

“Let’s go home rakkaani.”

Tagging a few people so this doesn't flop,,,

@heatherawoowoo @barzysandmarnersbitch @matbarzys @matbarzls @noeaerialist @gigissports @turcsandzegras @luukasreichel @only-goalies-allowed @lovereadinghockeyy @carepriceisgoodathockey @prettyboyjackhughes @rosesvioletshardy

[swanimagines]

🇫🇮 - I'm not too educated on Finnish mythology actually so if it's not too much, can you maybe give us a small overview? 🌼 (sorry if im spamming your inbox gfkwl)

Haha no problem! Nice that you found so much to ask about 😄

I don't know how to tell this as a small overview, and you can ask for clarifications if you want to because there's so much. So in Finnish mythology, we have multiple Gods and creatures for different things, just like in e.g. Greek of Roman mythology (almost nobody believes in them anymore, some people still believed in them in 1800's but those beliefs died off during last century, but the Gods are seen in names we give to our children). I'll list some below and I'll also tell the Finnish version of how the world began because it's hilarious in my opinion 😂

Also Kalevala is a collection of Finnish mythology stories, so if someone is familiar with it, they might recognize some of these names and stories.

(Googles a bit so I don't say anything wrong)

FIVE GODS (There are more but too many to put here)

Ukko - the "Supreme God", god of weather and the sky. Ukkonen means thunder btw. Ukko's name was originally "Jumala" which nowadays means Christian God.

Tapio - the god of forests, my dad's name was Marko Tapio btw 😄 Tapio's wife was Mielikki, she was the goddess of the forest and their son Nyyrikki was the god of hunting and their daughter Tellervo was also a goddess of the forest, like her mother.

Pellervo - the god of harvest.

Ahti - god of fishing.

Tursas - God of war, nowadays tursas means the most well known type of octopuses, the ones with eight tentacles.

CREATURES

Tuoni - Death, Tuoni came to take you away when it was your time to die. His wife was Tuonetar, and also their daughter was named Tuonetar.

Hiisi - a mean goblin

Näkki - a mean spirit of wells, bridges and ponds. If you looked at your reflection at a pond, Näkki could have taken you and drowned you, which was used to scare children from going too near to the water.

Perkele - the infamous Finnish swear word I also use often, but it actually might have meant Ukko at some point. In Baltic mythology, Perkūnas is Ukko's counterpart as Supreme God, also god of thunder. Later, after Crusades, Perkele was demonized and it was a synonym for the Devil and similarly to Christianity, Perkele was said to be the god of thunder but falling to sins and becoming the Devil. Nowadays the Bible has translated the Devil as "Saatana".

Also

Kullervo was a human and his story is so sad. You can read his story here, it's way too complex to put simply. Saying this because if someone has read Tolkien's Silmarillon, Túrin Turambar is his version of Kullervo and I think that's so cool 🤩

HOW WORLD BEGAN

Väinämöinen was an old, wise man who rode on a blue stag, some guy from Lapland shoots him because they hate him and Väinämöinen falls from his stag to a sea and he's sailing around in that sea for seven years, but he uses that time well and plows the bottom of the sea. When he finally gets up and lifts his knee from the sea, a pochard comes over and nests six eggs on his knee. When the pochard is hatching its eggs, Väinämöinen's knee starts to feel hot and he shifts it. The eggs fall off and break as they hit the sea.

That egg that had a lower half, became the earth. That egg with an upper half, became the sky. The brown egg became the day, the white egg became the moon. The shards of bones inside one egg became the stars.

[vilyar]

uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,