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Top 10 Hottest Finnish Women: A Blend of Beauty and Talent

Finland, known for its picturesque landscapes and saunas, is also home to some of the most beautiful women in the world. These hot Finnish women are not just visually appealing but are also immensely talented. Here's a list of the top 10 hottest Finnish women who have made a mark in various fields:

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1.Sara Chafak

A famous Finnish woman, Sara Chafak, is known for her stunning beauty and charm. She was crowned Miss Finland in 2012 and represented Finland in the Miss Universe pageant the same year.

2.Suvi Koponen

One of the hottest Finnish women in the fashion industry, Suvi Koponen, has graced the covers of many international fashion magazines. Her striking features and unique style make her one of the most sought-after models globally.

3.Pihla Viitala

Pihla Viitala, a talented actress, is known for her roles in Finnish and international films. Her captivating performances and radiant beauty have earned her a spot among the hottest Finnish women.

4.Saara Aalto

This hot Finnish woman is a renowned singer-songwriter who gained international fame after participating in the Eurovision Song Contest. Her melodious voice, combined with her stunning looks, makes her a crowd favorite.

5.Noora Hautakangas

Noora Hautakangas, a famous Finnish woman, is a model and beauty queen. She was crowned Miss Finland in 2007 and has since become a successful television presenter.

6.Minttu Virtanen

Known for her elegance and style, Minttu Virtanen is one of the most beautiful Finnish women. She is a fitness model and the wife of Finnish Formula One driver Kimi Räikkönen.

7.Iina Kuustonen

Iina Kuustonen, one of the sexiest Finnish women, is a popular actress known for her roles in Finnish TV series and films. Her talent and Finish beauty standard have won her many fans.

8.Sara Sieppi

Sara Sieppi, a hot petite Finnish woman, is a model and television host. She was crowned Miss Finland in 2011 and has since become a well-known personality in Finnish television.

9.Kiira Korpi

Kiira Korpi is not just one of the hottest Finnish women but also a talented figure skater. Her athletic prowess and stunning looks have made her a beloved figure in the sports world.

10.Satu Tuomisto

Rounding off our list is Satu Tuomisto, a famous Finnish woman who won the Miss Finland title in 2008. She is known for her vibrant personality and stunning looks.

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These sexy Finnish women, each unique and talented in their own right, have made significant contributions to their respective fields. They embody the spirit of Finnish women - strong, beautiful, and accomplished. Whether it's the famous Finnish women making waves in the entertainment industry or the hot petite Finnish women setting the fashion world ablaze, Finnish women continue to captivate and inspire.

[whoiwanttoday]

Last night, Joe Bob Briggs showed Cemetery Man, a movie I had seen many times before because it was one of those obscure cult classics here in the states, the kind that a certain type of nerd gravitates to and it means when I worked at a record store a guy there LOVED this movie. Like maybe his favorite movie. I think it's sorta fun but a mess and while it has the same issue as a lot of Italian genre work it somehow works better then a lot of them, so I like it but don't love it. I think I first saw this around 2000 and I had preconceived notions as someone who had seen many an Italian movie from the 70's. Which is they were painfully glamorous and about people who lived lives that felt strikingly sophisticated and cosmopolitan and were full of the most beautiful women in the world. They also didn't make sense, were frustrating in their lack of plot, and the acting wasn't great and the dubbing was ridiculous. All most all of those things are what most people think about these movies and for some people it's why they are great and for others, like me, it's why they are frustrating. A lot of it is the nature of the Italian film industry (RIP, it barely exists now whereas once upon a time it was one of the most important centers of film in the world). It made it's money by mastering dubbing and most Italian movies were shot where actors spoke in their native language because there was never going to be a non dubbed version. That means if you have say, a Finnish actress across from an English actor and an Italian actor playing a side character, in that scene the Finnish actress will speak Finnish, the English Actor will speak English, and the Italian actor will speak Italian, cause it's all going to get dubbed later so who cares. Not shockingly, this doesn't exactly lead to the best acting all the time. Over the top acting, sometimes really fun performances? Sure. Great acting? Not as often.

And why are they beautiful? Because Italian cinema is pretty misogynistic. This isn't a "Felini hates women" thing (but Christ, Felini hated women) it's the more that a woman's value was in her looks and good god did Italy just find the most beautiful women to put in their movies. Such as Anna Falchi, who I think Cemetery Man was her first lead role and you know what, she did a good job, so I am not going to slag on her acting or anything. But she was there because she is so fucking hot and looks even better naked than she does in clothing and that's a rare thing. For her career up until this movie she was largely a model and an actress who played, "The hot girl" in movies. Not as a lead but like if you are going to have a letter delivered to your stalwart police detective in a Giallo, why not have a hot girl in a short skirt and knee high boots deliver it? Those were what she played. This is all a long way of saying I have always been a genius because as a kid I figured out this is what they were doing AND from the first moment I saw Cemetery Man I said, "Jesus, she's hot". Guys, I was right then and I am right now. Today I want to fuck Anna Falchi.

[the-fluff-piece]

For the now closed follower milestone event!

Also check my other stuff:

Stories and headcanons

I had a dream... + zoro + sexy for @plainsulla

Sorry for only getting around to finishing the milestone requests now! I am just no good at writing when I am stressed and it's too hot and I don't want to post a story I feel is absolute garbage...

so I hope you like:

Dream Girl

Zoro is a great sleeper, he has so much practice at it. So of course it throws him completely off balance when he begins to lose control of his dreams. Content: Zoro dreams sexy dreams about you and flirts aggressively. Contains sexy scenes but no smut

Zoro fought viciously. He watched his blades cut through the waves of faceless enemies with deadly precision and force. Sweat dripping from his bare chest, jaws already aching from holding his third sword. Go further. The hallway was lined with wano-style shoji doors, it seemed to stretch endlessly. He pressed on, towards his goal.

A big enemy, swinging a Hammer - no match for Zoro's speed or strength. A swift cut - the Hammer fell together with his master. Heaving, he let his swords slip back into their sheaths, a good fight.

The door directly ahead of him was painted with flowers and waterfalls. He opened them, finding a sweet surprise behind. A mass of concubines was giggling and already clinging to him, praising his strength with high, female voices.

"We have a gift for you" they cooed and led him to a large room, empty but for a mass of pillows in its centre. He almost drooled as he saw who lay there: y/n was seductively posing in the soft cushions, her eyelids heavy, her mouth painted red as blood. She wore an ornate kimono, the obi bound in front - like a whore would wear it. Not like it actually covered her body, it hung off her shoulders and a wide gap in the middle revealed the sweet space between her soft breasts, her belly. Knowing how to tease him, she had clamped her legs shut, blocking the sight he craved.

Pushed and encouraged by the concubines, Zoro practically flew on top of her and pinned her arms above her head, growling like an animal, licking his lips.

She moaned like he was already inside her. Zoro was as horny as he never was before.

He awoke shaken by lust and his own bucking hips - and his face on the floor. It took him a few seconds to realise that he had fallen out of his hammock. He groggily sat up, still absolutely randy. What was he dreaming about? It was stupid hot, he was sure, but the specifics already dwindled. He stumbled into the bathroom to finnish what his dream had started and get a clear head again.

But even as he sat down for breakfast, he still couldn't shake the weird feeling he had.

Bent over his tea and a sandwich, his mind grasped at the bits and pieces he could remember. Wano country? He fought. It happened a lot in his dreams. Mhm, concubines! That happened sometimes. But there was a bit more. As he dug in his own head for the memory that made him feel like a horny teenager, someone sat down opposite him.

"Morning y/nnaaaaaaaaa" he tried to greet his crewmate, but as soon as he looked in her face, he remembered with an uncomfortable clarity. His price, in a slutty outfit, there for him to take. As the memory of the dream returned, crashing is self control, his mouth stopped receiving orders and he almost chocked on a piece of bread. He coughed so loudly Chopper hurried to him and patted his back softly with his litttle hoof.

"Zoro, breathe!" the deer gave him his expert opinion as Zoro waved him off and got a grasp on himself.

He never looked much at women, unless they had swords to fight him, and especially he swore to never look at his crewmates this way to avoid complications. But right now, he couldn't tear his eye off her, staring, as bite by bite, her breakfast disappeared into her mouth. It had been red in his dream, but just as seductive with its natural shade.

When she spoke to Usopp, laughing at one of his stupid stories, Zoro had to swallow, he was reminded of that maddening moan from his dream that literally kicked him out of bed.

Fuck, she is absolutely cute, Zoro thought, chewing his breakfast. Remembering his past interactions with her, he realised that he felt most comfortable around her out of all the crew, maybe even more than with Luffy. She was always patient when he got lost, she was impressed by his skill, she tended to his wounds and thanked him when he had fought for her. And she laughed at his jokes, sometimes when no one else seemed to even notice them.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became: he actually did think about her like a prize he won for fighting. When he had been absolutely out after his encounter with Kuma, she had taken great care of him, making him feel warm and safe.

No use in denying it anymore. He had a thing for her.

Fuck, he thought.

Fuckfuck, his mind repeated.

"I cannot fucking deal with this"he thought while wolfing down breakfast without really tasting it.

You

Full day ahead of you - you promised Nami to take care of her trees for today and than you wanted to help Chopper catalogue his herbs.

With your shears in hand, you got to work. There was a branch that would grow inward, possibly making the tree crown too dense, so you stretched and stretched to reach it without having to use the ladder. It was just out of reach, but suddenly moved towards you and you could grab it. You looked up - a scar and a light blue eye looked back down at you.

"Hey Zoro, thank you for helping me!" you thanked the swordsman. He was towering over you and could reach the higher parts with ease. He was also standing less than an inch behind you, so when you looked up your head almost bumped into his chest. Usually he respected other people's private space a bit more.

"No problem!" he answered and smiled. "Need me to grab anything else?" He asked, and swallowed as he realised that it sounded suggestive.

"No, not really" you told him - and lost your balance as you looked up at him and tried to turn around at the same time. He caught you with ease around your waist and brought you up against his chest, causing you to face him.

You were just catching your breath as his eyes grew heavy-lidded and his face came nearer.

His lips hovered above yours for a second, so close you could almost taste them, before he suddenly jerked his head back like he was burned.

You managed a small "thank you" and he let you down, looking flustered.

And things didn't get much better from here. He followed you around like a puppy, the whole day, growling at any crewmates that tried to communicate with you - except the girls and Chopper.

He grumpily sat beside you at dinner and looked like he could kill Sanji when he brought you an extra treat.

After dinner, he disappeared with a bottle of sake and it took you some time to find him huddled in a corner on deck, well on his way to getting drunk.

"Zoro, what's wrong with you today?" You demanded to know.

"Nuffin'" He mumbled, not looking at you.

"Following me all day and starting fights with the others is so unlike you, that's not nothing. What's wrong?" You asked again, bending down to look at his face.

"Nothing!" He shouted aggressively.

"I am not leaving until you tell me!" You stated your point again. You've had it with him.

"So you wann know?" He asked, clearly upset.

"Yes." You answered.

"You wanted it..." he said and took a step toward you, grabbing zur chin.

"It's you" He said, "you're doing this to me. I cannot deal with this right now..."

"I didn't to ANY-"your beginning protest is drowned by Zoro's greedy lips, practically eating you up. You felt a moan rumbling through his throat as he pressed you closer against his chest.

After an enticing moment that felt like an eternity, he let you go, panting and challenged you with a look.

His handsome face was red, his eye glinting, as he licked his lips as if he wanted to taste you once more.

"Now you know" he stated, studying your face.

"I can't fucking deal with this" you blurted out as you realised that everything has changed between you.

His shoulders started to shake - a deep laugh burst out of him.

"Me neither!" he chuckled. It was infectious and you had to laugh, too.

"Let's not deal with this, ever" he said, still laughing.

"Nah, let's not" you chimed in.

For a moment, you enjoyed the shared laughter, but as soon as it subsided, a nerve-wrecking silence fell over you. He nervously rubbed the back of his head as you stared at your shoes.

You kind of feared that this was it - case closed. As you looked up, you could barely brace yourself for impact again as he fell upon you, pinning you to the deck of the going merry.

"Not. Dealing. With. This" he breathed, his words immediately betrayed by his mouth as he devoured yours once again.

So yeah, that's you and Zoro not dealing with shit

[homunculus-argument]

Went to the Loviisa housing fair today, wasn't impressed by much of what was for show - mostly a long line of identical, boring ~modern~ glass boxes with equally mediocre interiors - but I enjoy going to trade shows and expos of all kinds, because even if whatever's for show is boring to me, it's still fun to get a look of what kind of people even go to this kind of thing. Housing fairs are mostly populated with the kind of rich people who think they're upper middle-class and would argue against you if you try to tell them they're rich just because they've got two cars and an outdoor hot tub. Plenty of couples with young kids, I don't think I've seen that many pregnant women and strollers around in one place all year.

One remarkable change of trend that I noticed that the attendants had more tattoos than I've seen at any housing fairs before this one - and remarkably well-done tattoos. Good tattoos ain't cheap and cheap tattoos ain't good, but that's not something I've thought to look at before. If you're somewhere where you see plenty of people with tattoos, but not one person there has bad tattoos, yeah this is a gathering of people who've got money.

Also, every single faire, trade show, exhibition and such that I go to, I always remember that one woman I overheard in passing while at the international sportsmen's fair (whose english name is insultingly misleading, the finnish name Erämessut is far more clear that it's all about everything to do with outdoors life, like hunting, camping, and so on), going:

"I go to this kind of things mainly to try and pick up men. So at least I know they can afford a ticket to something and they've got at least one other interest than drinking."

No idea who that was or where she is now, but damn bitch I hope you found one.

[vitiligoduncan]

Duncan headcanons bc i ran out of post ideas

- Duncan was a clumsy kid. He always tripped over anything, his own toys, the sidewalk, his shoelaces, the stairs in his own house. Mostly the stairs. In almost every picture of him as a kid, he had at least one bandaid

- he LOVES spicy food. everytime he gets spicy food, he fucking DEVOURS THAT SHIT. he even drinks the bottle of hot sauce like its beer or something

- he was a SUPER hyper kid, so hyper to the point that when he was 4 his dad had to buy a leash because he kept running around and getting lost. But he hated the leash, he would do everything to get it off and when he couldn't, he would just cry until his dad took it off

- his favorite animal as a kid were sharks and it's still sharks. he drew sharks, had shark plushies, wore clothes with sharks on them and even asked his mom for a pet shark when he was 5 (he got very upset when she said it wasn't possible for them to get a pet shark)

- Duncan has naturally fluffy hair, but he uses so much hair spray for his mohawk to the point it feels like a brick

- He was obsessed with ninja turtles growing up

- His birthday is in January but he hates winter, he definitely sleeps with like 5 blankets during winter

- in middle school he was forced to read The Outsiders like every other 7th/8th grade and it was like the only book he was obsessed with and Dally probably inspired his personality

- VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN VITILIGO DUNCAN

- He's not a cat person but cats love him, they always like run to him and purr when he pets them

- huge sonic fan growing up

- his converse are falling apart and held together with tape and super glue

- actually a good chef but he doesn't even know that because he almost never puts effort in his cooking

- secretly has a soft spot for kids, probably had to babysit a younger cousin or nephew/niece and surprisingly loved it

- Finnish and Korean

- He is demiromantic but didn't know until he fell in love with Gwen

- Arcane is one of his favorite shows

- He knows sign language, he had a friend in juvie that was deaf so he learned sign language so he could communicate with them

- OBSESSED with music and bands, especially punk bands (obviously), he yaps about them whenever he has the chance

- internalized transphobia, he definitely isn't cis but he's in denial because people told him it's not normal or something

- he probably doesn't use social media that much, he usually uses it when he's REALLY bored or wants to rant about something real quick

- his choker was a gift from one of his friends after he came back from juvie which is why he never takes it off

- his typing is HORRIBLE, reading it is like decoding ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics

- he paints his nails but he kinda sucks at it so it's always super messy

- He was online friends with Izzy on Myspace but he doesn't even know that it was Izzy

- He was one of those kids who were obsessed with cars

- His older brother showed him a horror movie to scare him but Duncam actually became obsessed with horror movies after

- Omnisexual with a HUGE preference for women

- He has autism, ADHD and dyslexia, but he probably didn't even know until he was in his early/mid twenties

[atuats-sidechick]

Hmmm mmm characters characters cgaracters hmmmmm

Kirima, Katara, Chaisee, Kuruk, Lilith, Izutsumi

(optional bonus lol) Kuvira- Ik you didn't finnish tlok but Im curious what you'll pick based only on the vibes and what you heard about her

Also if you want Hei-ran and Atuat bc sure why not

fshagshafsha okay, wait, this will take a while LOL Thank you ❤

Kirima:

Honestly, almost nothing to say other then she'd be annoying out of the FOP context 😅 Oh and I love that she mixes clothes from different nations! And she's pretty when you draw her! <3

Katara:

I'm going to get murdered, but I actually don't care too much about Katara? She's a great character with a very well written arc and amazing powers but I don't feel any particular way about her 🤷 I do, however, feel bad about the way she gets tossed around in the ship war and mildly agry with the "Katara is annoying" people...

Chaisee:

VILLAINOUS WOMEN MY BELOVEDS! I love how complex she gets to be. I love that she and Yangchen get to have real convos. I love that she's a mom. I love that she's driven by fear. I love that she's completely deranged, but acts calm. What I wanted from Hei-Ran gdsjagsjagz Also, I wouldn't marry her, but I'd f- *tic* *ticTIC* *TICTIC* *BOOM* (I exploded)

Kuruk:

Oh no, I'm getting murdered again. Look! I like him. But I think everybody treats him like too much of a hero and a martyr. He needed prozac and some better communication skills. Things would have worked better if he had either. Also better coping skills.

Lilith:

Amazing aro/ace character *MUAH* Amazing flawed character *MUAH* Sadly, not actually evil 😭 I don't have much to say, honestly 🤷

Izutsumi:

She's so cute! And I want more of her! Specially backstory! Yes, I could read the manga... but I don't want to... 😅 Should I? Does she get more "screen time" in the manga?

I'm skipping Kuvira bc I only know she's evil and hot. And Hei-Ran, bc I've already done her. So, drumroll:

[travelladiesapp]

Safest Countries for Solo Female Travelers

In an ever-changing world, the perception of travel has evolved, brimming with powerful, courageous women who explore the globe solo. This leap into the unknown can be both exciting and intimidating, but with a careful selection of destinations, safety does not have to be forfeited for a memorable adventure. This article highlights the five safest countries that can promise solo female travelers an experience enriched with culture, stunning views, warm hospitality, and most importantly, safety

Japan

Known for its technological advancements juxtaposed against a backdrop of well-preserved, rich history, Japan tops our list. The country is renowned for its exceptional levels of safety, making it ideal for solo female travelers. Japanese people are gracious hosts and uphold values of respect and humility that define their culture. Public transport is reliable and operates accurately to the minute, and streets are generally illuminated and populated even at night. From the scenic beauty of cherry blossoms in Kyoto to the fascinating city life of Tokyo, your journey through Japan is expected to be unforgettable.

Iceland

Widely recognized as one of the most gender-equal countries globally, it comes as no surprise that Iceland is the second on our list. Boasting incredibly low crime rates, the Land of Fire and Ice provides not just safety but also the captivating beauty of its natural wonders. Whether it's the Northern Lights, the Blue Lagoon, or the majestic waterfalls and geysers, Iceland delivers a thrilling adventure for travelers, always within a safe environment.

Finland

Another Nordic country that ranks high in safety is Finland. Finnish people are generally quiet but very polite and respectful, and criminals are few and far between. The bustling city life of Helsinki, combined with the serene landscapes of Lapland, makes Finland a great destination with ample cultural immersion or relaxation, depending on your preference.

Canada

For solo female travelers seeking English-speaking destinations, Canada arrives as a safe haven. Canadians are renowned for their friendly disposition, and the nation flaunts an impressively low crime rate. Its cities, such as Vancouver and Toronto, are clean and safe, with efficient public transport systems. Moreover, the spell-bounding beauty of the Canadian Rockies, Niagara Falls, and the charm of Quebec add variety to the discovery journey.

Portugal

Often touted as one of the friendliest countries in Europe, Portugal is a hot spot for solo female travelers. With its safety record, gorgeous coastline, captivating history, delicious cuisine, and welcoming locals, Portugal has so much to offer. The Portuguese people uphold the values of hospitality and are always willing to extend a helping hand to tourists, ensuring your stay is safe and enjoyable.

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

And Lilith Sewed the Seam - Sapphic Short Story

The frost came early that year, the year the Queen of Night came to Karelia. We lived in Sharon, a little shtetl in Grand Russe on the Finnish border that was known for its beautiful alpine aerials and lakes like beads of blue glass. The ocean, too, was refreshing to swim in – provided one went to the banya afterwards. I was a young lass in the rime-laden harbors and forests. We Jews of Sharon were a sailing, seabound lot, making our living off fishing and the waves. But mama, bubbe and I? We were seamstresses of the finest caliber. Some would say we were magick. They called us, and our shop, The Weaving Wives.

The boyars ordered traditional kaftans straight from bubbe’s shop, woven with the earth goddess Mokosh and her lovers Veles and Perun on the breast. I had grown up toeing the line between two faiths. I learned both the myths of Baba Yaga eating unworthy children and the Night Howler Agrath screech-dancing on the roof to mark a house that her husband, Sammael, would strike down as dogs bayed at his twelve-winged flight. Sometimes, late at night, I could hear them.

Or perhaps it was only a storm…

Word of bubbe’s and mama’s and my craftiness spread. The year I turned sixteen, the tsarina herself ordered a fashionable cape from us. It was based off the tale of Father Frost’s granddaughter, Snegurochka the Snow Maiden. A tale I had always loved. It was the first project over which I was given complete ownership.

I embroidered white, pale pink and dove gray pearls on the powder blue cape in little clusters of wings shaped like snowflakes, then stitched eiderdown into the golden seams. Bubbe dusted it with malachite flakes to bless it from far off Azov, the riches of the earth piling high upon the tsarina’s head.

Mama, bubbe, and I were the treasures of Sharon. We were married to our thread, the men and women of Sharon said, and they—from the hunters to the midwives to the rabbi, to my own father, a ship captain and whaler—guarded our secrets with their very lives.

We Weaving Wives were a protected, cherished lot. And our craft was our very soul. There was a deep magick in that sewing. For in truth, we were good witches. We could summon sunlight to make yellow fabric like a peach. Melt down rusalka hair in our oven to create the finest threads. Our secrets were the stuff of legends, and we were glad not to tell the rabbi about them, or even dear papa. And the menfolk knew better than to ask, but the women always wondered.

The cape was the talk of the kingdom.

No wonder, the tsarina was pleased.

As fame of our clothing grew, the Weaving Wives gained esteem. Through charitable works we lifted our community up and filled the synagogue coffers to the brim. Our family did good works in Adonai’s name. All so that Peniel – the Face of God – might shine down after the three of us wrestled long with a hill of fabric, like female Jacobs and a needle-bound angel.

But the frost came early the year I turned eighteen, and it stole my bubbe away. Crying tears like glass beads, I looked into my mirror after shiva was over and found myself a changed maid: my long black curls were winsome, I was plump and rounded to please men, and my cornflower eyes could break hearts. I needed a husband. Only… the village maidens had always been far more winsome.

Fair Shayna, with eyes like silver coins. Comely dark Miriam, with a heart like a thorny rose. And Delilah, the marigold of my garden. I had tossed and turned with all of them in the fields and furrows on Ivan Kupalo, what the Western countries called St. John’s Eve, as we searched for fern flowers together to promise bonds of eternal love. Shayna’s lips were soft. Miriam’s grip on my hot hips was hard, determined, just like Malakh HaMavet striking only holy blows.

But Delilah? She was mother-of-pearl dissolving in Cleopatra’s wine. A beauty wrapped in a carpet, delivered to Marc Antony.

I wanted Delilah more than life itself. But Shayna and Miriam had already taken husbands. We were eighteen, after all. Only Delilah, with her red hair, pale skin, full form, and freckles, was left, and to me, she was more holy than any synagogue, a word on the tongue of G-d that would make Chava take an apple all over again, but this time, a blessed fruit. Delilah was a pearl of great price that could redeem. A benediction and wonder that would lighten the load of the Azazel goat on Yom Kippur and set the Temple right.

So, that night in my anger and mourning over losing bubbe too soon, I looked into my mirror, in the flickering light, and I cast a magick spell. I made a wish on bay leaves and some goldenrod I had dried earlier that year for Delilah to be mine. As I was threading the bay leaves through a needle, to string them over my dresser, I pricked myself on my thumb.

A bead of red delicious blood bubbled up. Suddenly, the mirror swirled into a gorgeous Ashkenazi royal woman with long black ringlets of hair done up in silver bands, a purple wine-dark dress with gold threading, yellow-green eyes like parched grass, and pale, ghostly skin. Her bruised pink lips were bloody, and there was hunger in her eye.

“Pu pu pu!” I said, warding off the demon, frightened. I clutched the red thread always tied to my bandeau and threw salt at the mirror. It sizzled as it hit the candle, putting it out. Then, silence.

I had not a day before the Queen of Night came to Sharon. She was the talk of our little shtetl, rumored to be disgraced Romanian royalty who had bathed in maiden’s blood and newborn calf spittle to retain her youth. She was old, she was young, she was invisible, they whispered. Dressed head to toe in a black veil, riding in a carriage like a hearse. It was pulled by black bulls, and scarlet, bloody-colored ribbons were woven round the black bulls’ necks.

Just like the blood from my thumb.

Lailah, she was called. I was so lost in fear of her, I did not hear the clinking of bells at our shop. Bubbe was gone, Delilah was not mine, and I was haunted by a ghost.

I was manning the shop till, daydreaming about the demon. She… had been beautiful. Lailah was said to be hideous. To be virginal and pure. To be a vampir or dhampir or G-d knew what! Only, this Romanian countess or ghost or queen had come to my shop, now, smelling of lavender and patchouli. She had been watching me, and I felt like I was drowning.

A musk radiated off her that reminded me of eating dinner between Delilah’s thighs.

Suddenly, Lailah let her veil and robes fall, and the demoness from earlier in the mirror stood naked before me, perfect as a pale statue of Dark Venus, brimstone the farthest word from her.

Her eyes were a poisonous, mesmerizing yellow. Her pubis was lightly thatched with slashes of black, her sex an enticing pink wound. She seemed to be carved from alabaster, her legs ending in owl’s feet, great sooty wings on her back, and a night storm cloud of ebon ringlets framed her sharp, small and upturned nose and wicked ruby-grapefruit lips.

“Lilith?” I squeaked. I did not have it in me to “Pu pu pu.” To reach for metal or iron or salt. To even clutch my red thread.

I knew immediately that if this beautiful, treacherous Queen of the Night asked, I would be her slave. I would be a dog in her yard, licking fruit off her feet, honey off her lips. All to taste… majesty. The divine.

She demurred, smiling to reveal needle teeth that only heightened her beauty. “You have grown beautiful, Jael.”

“Oh. No. I, Lilith, with all my pleading, please, flee this place. We are holy. Adonai shall smite you. And you are too beautiful to suffer,” I said, rambling, not making sense, soaking in Lilith’s beauty, her temptation, her smirk, the way her thick hips and ripe breasts swayed as she walked towards me slowly, like a leopardess stalking its prey.

“But, if I flee, you will be nothing. An adamant bloom plucked too young to thrive. You have all the talent of your bubbe Abigail, and all the strength and industry of your mother Bina. There is a reason our faith is passed on through women, Jael. You are the perfect vessel.”

I froze. “You mean to possess me?”

Lilith narrowed her yellow eyes at me. Oh, how I wanted to reassure her I was not scared. And yet, I was. Highly terrified. The Witch of Endor was in my shop, and darkness filled the corners, Sheol the depths of the yard; the windows were blotted out by the realm of husks. It was only Lilith and I at the axis mundi of the worlds.

“No, I mean to pay you,” Lilith laughed in a sultry tone, then quickly softened. “I have need of a dress for a ball Ashmedai is throwing. Ashmedai and Sammael are both my husbands, but they are at war as of late. I need to dress for battle. For the manner in which I fight, and who I choose as consort, shall determine the course of Kingship in Gehenna.”

My jaw dropped. “Like the Maid of Orleans?”

Lilith smiled. “Dear Jael, I have been at this for millennia longer than any Frenchwoman. Now, this I must ask you: can you make me a ballgown the color of a mirror, that reflects all it touches, that can withstand hail and hellfire? If you do, you will be wealthier than the tsarina. As you know, the Shekinah often rests with Sammael, and as the Shekinah’s Handmaiden, I ascend to G-d in turn. He lets me do what I like, you see. The world, for me, is freedom. As I mean it to be for all women, Jael. Your namesake certainly agreed. We had plans, Jael and I.”

“The girl who drove a tent spike through her enemy’s head?” I piped out, voice squeaking yet again. I nervously chewed my hair, then spat it out. “Yes, I can make a dress like that. But I do not need riches. Just Delilah.”

“Lilah. Delilah. She is similar, yet nothing like me. A seal, then, of our bargain?” Lilith leaned against the counter and kissed me, deep. “Yes, you taste just like Jael as well. She was one of mine, you know. Perhaps… but no, Jael. Let sleeping Judges lie.”

With that, Lilith disappeared, and the pale, ghostly light of winter trickled into the shop.

I reached for the red thread on my bandeau and snapped it apart, welcoming the demoness in.

For the fabric, I captured moonlight in a jar. I made it slitted at the train, so Lilith could stride across the burning floor of Ashmedai’s ballroom like the Queen of Sheba did to win Solomon’s heart. I wove the bodice of form-fitting silver silk, loose and dyed from rain under the morning star. Do not ask how the Weaving Wives work our magick. We simply do. It was in bubbe’s blood. It is half in mother’s blood. And I?

I surpass them both.

I wrote Delilah a letter that night. A letter to come room with me. It did not say much other than “bosom friend” and “bubbe’s room is empty” and “mama and papa are leaving for America, so it shall be just us, and I could use a shopkeeper.” But I sprayed perfume from Moscow on it, kissed it thrice, and slipped it in a pink bow and thick sturdy envelope into our hiding tree. An alder.

Delilah wrote me back: “If your gown for this cursed queen goes through, then you will have proven to me that a woman can love a woman, like a man loves a woman, and Jael, I do think… I must not write it.”

There were tear stains blotting her delicate signature.

I cried that night. I stitched Lilith’s seam. I used bat wings boiled down to the finest veins to protect the dress from hellfire. Then I crushed the bay leaves of my witchcraft, when I met Lilith in the mirror, into the fur capelet of mink. It was my heart’s treasure. My greatest wish of all.

And finally, a hilt for a dagger, bejeweled with malachite from Mount Azov. It was sacred in Russia, from one Mistress – the Mistress of Copper Mountain – to the Queen of Night.

Lilith came the day after Sabbath.

She tried it on, the silk bunching around her in pleasing, curvaceous angles, the embroidery and pearls and malachite and mink sparkling, and she shone like the tsarina’s silver tiara.

Lilith smiled in the mirror: “It’s perfect, my Jael. Come walk with me.”

Into her dark midnight carriage with the four red-banded black bulls I went. We rode to Gehenna. What I saw would frighten Enoch himself. Dumah, at the gate, with his poisoned sword of gall. Hazarmavet, the Court of the Dead, where new souls ate meat and drank wine in perfect silence. The winnowing of souls in the fire of Sheol with the punishing, purifying angels. A glimpse of Gan Eden and the Silver City where the angels lived, attending the Promised Messiah. It was all like a crack in the sky.

Finally, Ashmedai’s realm. A realm of exotic desert fruit and pleasure girls and winebearer ephebes. Hot searing heat, simoom winds, oases and belly dancers. It was scandalous.

Sammael’s forces of death, poison and decay camped at the door. I waited in the carriage as Lilith walked on French heels to the forefront, her dagger held high, her dress that I had painstakingly, feverishly sewed gleaming under the hot desert sun.

Lilith’s beauty sparked Sammael’s shedim and lilim and seirim into frenzy. They descended on Ashmedai’s forces as the demon king emerged from his glistening sandstone palace with his forces, dates and palm and rivers of jewels surrounding us on all four sides.

I watched as Lilith turned the tides of the battle, flirted with Ashmedai, lured Sammael. In the end, Lilith took both Ashmedai and Sammael’s crowns as they kneeled and kissed her hands off their heads. She melted the coronets down with fiery breath from her beautiful lips, then formed two gold arm bands for her pale limbs.

It seemed Gehenna had a new ruler.

I am old now. Delilah is my bosom companion. I talk to Lilith in the mirror, late at night, I am aged, Lilith is ageless, and she tells me tales of the world: the invention of electricity. War in America. Discoveries in Asia. How her plans are in motion to free women, so one day, we are not so tied to the cycles of our womb, forced to labor in birth pangs like Chavah.

Delilah and I adopted three girls, and we teach them the secrets of weaving, sewing, and stitchery. We are bringing the crafts of our shtetl into a new age. My parents died in America and seemed to have prospered. I have no intention of leaving Karelia. We are the exclusive gownmakers for the new tsarina.

It is a good life. It is a small life. Lilith and Adonai shower riches upon our community – not too much, but enough that Sharon is known as blessed. The Shekinah still roosts with Sammael, and will until the Temple is set right, and Her people ascend.

I am happy all my days. So is Delilah. When we die, we will be led by Lilith the Perpetual Regent of Gehenna to be her personal weavers and outfitters, and our daughter’s daughter’s daughters will know true freedom in the modern age.

And all because Lilith sewed the seam.

[cupcakee10]

୨୧ About me ⁠୨୧

Hii I'm going to start posting a bit here on tumblr so here's some things abt me :)

☆ she/her

⁠☆ 14 yrs old

☆ addicted to fictional worlds and characters

☆ can't live without my headphones

☆ I speak swedish and finnish, but I know english too and I'm currently taking spanish classes in school

⁠☆ fav artists/bands: Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, Frank Ocean, Tyler the Creator, Miriam Bryant, The neighbourhood, Cigarettes after sex, Kali Uchis

☆ tv shows and movies: stranger things, enola holmes, skins, heartstopper, black swan, legally blonde, coraline, narnia, anything with David Attenborough, beauty and the beast live action, young royals little women, miss peregrine's home of peculiar children (and anything else by tim burton)

☆ books: as long as the lemon trees grow, shatter me, all Sarah J. Maas books, on the come up, six of crows, from blood and ash, fourth wing

☆ other things I love: reading, dancing, autumn, cooking, cats (and any other animal), forests, hot chocolate, christmas and christmas music, dark red, navy blue, light baby pink, sleeping, my record player and gloomy weather

dni: if you're a homophobe, transphobe, racist, zionist, pedophile- you know the drill

My socials: (they're all rlly chaotic)

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Have a lovely day everyone <3

[finlandwomen]

Sauna is an important part of Finnish tradition

Sauna is an important part of Finnish tradition. Saunas are intended to wash away and relieve stress. In other words, peace and quiet are seen as elements of the experience. Many Finns go to the sauna every week. People travel to the sauna with their female friends. Net/ female, girlfriends, business partners. Men and women go to the sauna at different times. It is common to go to the sauna without clothes. You usually sit on a small sauna towel on a sauna bench. Join us for a discussion about how physique and type evolve in style design and hear how designers and stylists relate to masculinity and gender in fashion. The discussion will take place on August 26, 2023 at 5:30 pm at Kemp Yard in Helsinki and will include the views of very different trend design experts from Finland and Belgium.

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What is a Finnish sauna?

A Finnish sauna is a small room or building designed for a dry or wet heat session, which can also include traditional or infrared therapy. The temperature inside a Finnish sauna typically ranges from 70 to 100 degrees Celsius, with a relative humidity that is often between 10-20% in a dry sauna and up to 100% in a wet sauna.

The Finnish sauna experience is deeply ingrained in Finnish culture. In Finland, saunas are not seen as a luxury, but as a necessity. There is approximately one sauna for every two people in Finland, demonstrating the integral role they play in Finnish women lifestyle.

Do you wear clothes in a Finnish sauna?

In traditional Finnish saunas, it is common to not wear clothes. However, this can depend on the situation and the individuals involved. For instance, in public saunas, it's typical to wear a swimsuit or a towel. In private or family saunas, people often go nude as it is considered more comfortable and natural.

What do Finnish people do in the sauna?

The sauna in Finland is a place for relaxation, mental and physical cleansing, and socializing. It's common for Finnish people to have conversations, meditate, or simply enjoy the heat in silence. Some people also gently hit their skin with a 'vihta' or 'vasta', a bunch of fresh birch twigs, which is believed to improve circulation.

Do Finnish people live longer because of sauna?

While it's difficult to say definitively if Finnish people live longer because of their sauna use, research suggests that regular sauna use may have several health benefits. These include improved cardiovascular health, relief from muscle and joint pain, better skin health, and stress relief. These benefits could potentially contribute to a longer and healthier life.

What are the benefits of a Finnish sauna?

Detoxification: The heat in a Finnish sauna causes you to sweat, which can help your body to expel toxins. This detoxification process can lead to improved skin health, giving it a more radiant appearance.

Improved Circulation: The heat from the sauna causes your heart rate to increase, which can improve blood circulation. Better circulation can lead to improved heart health, faster recovery from injuries, and overall better physical health.

Stress Relief: Spending time in a sauna can help to reduce stress levels. The heat helps to relax your muscles, while the quiet, peaceful environment can provide a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life.

Socialization: In Finland, saunas are often a social event. Whether it's a gathering of friends, family, or even a business meeting, the sauna is a place for conversation and connection. This social aspect can contribute to improved mental health and a sense of community.

Improved Respiratory Function: The warm, humid air in a sauna can help to open up the airways, improving breathing and potentially providing relief from respiratory conditions like asthma or bronchitis.

Pain Relief: The heat from the sauna can help to relieve muscle and joint pain. It's often used as a form of therapy for conditions like arthritis.

Regular sauna use can help improve cardiovascular health, cleanse the skin, relieve stress, and even boost your mood. The heat from the sauna helps to open up the pores and cleanse the skin, while the relaxation aspect can help reduce stress levels.

It's worth noting that while Finnish saunas are traditionally mixed-gender spaces, the focus is on relaxation and health benefits, not on the bodies of the participants. Whether it's hot Finnish women in the sauna or men, everyone is there to enjoy the benefits of the sauna experience.

What do you wear in a Finnish sauna?

As mentioned earlier, what one wears in a Finnish sauna can depend on the context. In public saunas, a swimsuit or towel is typically worn. However, in private or family settings, it's common to go nude. The key is to do what feels most comfortable for you.

Conclusion

The Finnish sauna, a fundamental part of Finnish culture, offers a distinct experience that differentiates it from other sauna types globally. A Finnish sauna, a small room or building designed for dry or wet heat sessions, is considered a necessity in Finland, with approximately one sauna for every two people. The sauna experience, deeply rooted in Finnish culture, is a place for relaxation, mental and physical cleansing, and socializing. While clothing norms can vary based on the context, nudity is common in traditional Finnish saunas. Regular sauna use is associated with numerous health benefits, including improved cardiovascular health, skin cleansing, stress relief, and mood enhancement. Whether intrigued by the idea of Finnish sauna culture or the health benefits, experiencing a Finnish sauna can be a rejuvenating experience.

[donewiththisshitplsstop]

George wears a hunting outfit: Wow what a Tory

Carlos actually goes hunting: Wow he's so hot

Valtteri posseses the typical Finnish humor: he's so boring and robotic

Kimi also posseses a typical Finnish Humor: he's so funny 😂

Toto claims what happened at Abu Dhabi was wrong: wow he's really disrespectful

Christian says women only watch f1 for the good looking men: he's such a shitstirrer I love it

Shaila Ann Rao leaves Mercedes to join the FIA: Wow she's there to give info to merc

4 men from ferrari join the FIA: *silence*

Checo says Susie Wolff belings in the kitchen: *silence*

Hannah Schmidt gets called a snake: WE WILL NOT TOLERATE MISOGYNY IN F1 (whilst calling Angela Lewis' s*x slave)

Mercedes does team orders: WOW poor valtteri

RBR does team orders: yh but Max is better

[sandutita]

sandu • 20yrs • they/them • finnish • digital artist

hi there! i'm SanduTiTa or Sandu for short. i make digital art and post it on my art blog @sandu7174 :)

on this blog i mostly just reblog whatever appears on my dash from funny and stupid memes to serious political stuff. i hardly ever tag with content warnings when i reblog on this blog, but with original posts (#my post) and on my art blog, i always do (at least i try to).

more info under the cut:

so what type of person am i? well, art is a big part of my life. i mostly make digital art but i do have a musical side to me as well, it's just not blossoming as well as my visually artistic side is. i'm also an aspiring writer. i wish to make a dramatic comic book someday.

when it comes to social interactions, i am quite shy but i've been trying to work on my social anxiety (and i've been making progress lately). i've always struggled with loneliness but since last year i've been managing to fight that off a little as well. being autistic interacting with people has always been problematic for me, since i tend to overthink things and get things wrong.

i also tend to ask a lot of questions, which annoys some people. being an overthinker and a question-asker and trying to find the middle ground between asking too many questions and not knowing enough, it's... distressing :,D. like i don't wanna be annoying, but i also want to know if i'm being annoying, y'know? but recently i've been asking fewer questions since i've slowly been learning that the voice inside my head which tells me i'm being annoying is lying to me most of the time. but i'm also asking more questions since i'm not as worried about people thinking i'm annoying as before. that's confusing...

i'm transmasculine and nonbinary and i wish to go on HRT someday. since summer 2023 i've known it's something i want to do at some point. unfortunately, i have to get my life together first before i can actually pursue this opportunity, which has turned out to be challenging... (yes, i have depression, how did you know?)

i'm also asexual, greyaromantic, panromantic, and agender.

i'm a very enthusiastic supporter of topfreedom and the Free the Nipple -campaign, and it shows in the posts and the art i make. we as a society need to work towards eliminating this misogynistic double standard that sexualises female-presenting nipples if we value gender equality and wish to move towards a fairer world. anything men can do topless (i.e. go to the beach or a public swimming pool, appear on tv and social media etc.), women should be allowed to do as well. there is no gender equality without nipple equality. if you claim to be a feminist but don't support topfreedom, you're a hypocrite.

tags i use the most: #finnish #swedish #my post #my art #important #topfreedom #abso fucking lutely (i use this tag on posts with hot takes) #character inspiration (i use this tag on posts that give me ideas for the stories i'm working on, so if you see me reblogging your post and using this tag, that means i might implement whatever was in your post into my own characters and stories) #a magical place (i use this tag on posts that include imagery of environments that have magical vibes. it's inspiration for my story involving magic.) #incredible future (i use this tag on posts that have futuristic vibes. it's inspiration for my story involving a futuristic setting.)

if you wanna talk to me about something, don't be afraid to send a message! i'm always up for making new friends :)

more info can be found on my carrd: sandutita.carrd.co (seriously, check out my carrd, there's a lot of info there)

last updated: 27.1.2024

[thatlittledandere]

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I like leaving asks to ferment in my inbox for two weeks it's like a hobby of mine.

Anyway Finnish politics have been a fucking joke since the last parliamentary election. Brief EXTREMELY simplified list:

A newly elected parliament member (basically) resigned after a couple of days because of his alleged ties to the far right.

His replacement used to be a member of the party that won the election until very recently, so him being chosen was seen as a thinly veiled fuck-you.

He's also been inappropriate to some underage girl.

Someone discovered a minister wrote some INSANELY racist shit in the guest book of another politicians's blog. Granted the comments were from 2009 and I believe we shouldn't get TOO invested in something so old because people can grow and change,

HOWEVER she's refused to apologize REPEATEDLY and is also still spewing racist shit in her own blog this time. Like. the same week this came to light. she made some downright dehumanizing remarks on muslim women who cover up in public.

These people are all from the same party. They call themselves True Finns. They're incredibly popular. I hate it here.

The prime minister, who has the spine of a tapeworm, claims to have known about none of this nor any other scandals that have been extremely publicly coming for years.

I've heard about some concerns about the state of this government from various world leaders :) Petteri my boy you are not doing that hot I'm afaid.

Leave a flower in my ask box and I'll tell you whatever I feel like maybe

[purple-is-great]

I was having a crisis over whether my hair counts as blonde any more because like most Finnish people who had light blonde hair as children, it has darkened into something closer to what we call "country road grey", which is sort of a mousy light brown

But i just took a shower so i can't observe my hair directly so i had to look at some photos, and my hair colour varies wildly depending on lighting, but i do have a recent picture of me next to my mum and our hair looks the same colour, and i know her hair isn't blonde any more so i guess neither is mine

But anyway then i scrolled down and saw some bad mirror selfies i took of myself a few months ago dressed fancy (honestly not that fancy i was just wearing a white button-up, brown women's slacks and a grey jacket that is slightly tight in the arms, not a tie or bowtie in sight), aaand got all distracted like "oh shit i'm hot"

[shadowqueen402]

Jackle's Pickup Lines And Women's Comebacks (Continued)

Here are more of Jackle's cheesy pickup lines that he'll say to the women in the upcoming Maestro Hiccups fic by @kayssweetdreams. Ocs are included in here.

*To Fiona* Feel my cape. That's boyfriend material.

Fiona: It looks a little too clingy and hard to maintain.

*To Sana* Are you Jamaican? Because Jamaican me crazy!

Sana: No, I'm Finnish. Finnish with this conversation.

*To Iben* Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?

Iben: Go ahead. I need to practice hitting a moving target.

*To Lucy* If you were the earth, I'd be the sun so I would light up your world everyday.

Lucy: You're not hot enough to be the sun, darling.

*To Aria* I pray you, do not fall in love with me.

Aria: Son, you don't need a prayer for that.

*To Kaylo* Now I know why the sky looks grey today; all the blue is in your eyes.

Kaylo: My eyes are pink…

*To Trisha Jane* Date?

Trisha Jane: Desperate?

*To Mei* If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.

Mei: I would rather it be kept the way it is; with N and O next to each other.

*To Marina* I'm no photographer, but I can picture you and I together.

Marina: Well, I take photos and the results say 'No image found'.

*To Rebecca* Where have you been all my life?

Rebecca: For the first half, I probably wasn't even born.

*To Debbie* Hey, baby. What's cooking?

Debbie: It's when you heat and combine foods to make them taste good. Why do you ask?

*To Avery* What would you say if I asked you to go out with me?

Avery: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

Aria belongs to me.

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

Avery belongs to @adventureavery76

[koalatydm]

THIS. Nudity is not inherently erotic, no matter how much American culture may try to convince you! Context matters.

I’m reminded of how in Finland and Japan, people will go into hot springs nude, and especially that one post about the normalization of women’s aging in Finland helped by Finnish grandmas going into hot springs nude…

Today my art history professor gave some words of wisdom:

Nude is when your clothes are off. Naked is when your clothes are off and you’re up to something