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jude5bellingham · 9 months ago
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imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
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lexqa · 1 year ago
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one thing about trent he will use at least one emoji for his captions
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kyrpavuori · 2 years ago
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emt must tuntuu et se et olin leikkaukses enkä mm. pysty liikuttaa mun käsiä on enemmä työkykyä alentavaa ku transsukupuolisuus mut en oo lääkäri
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rrrauschen · 1 year ago
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Ed Ackerman & Colin Morton, {1988} Primiti Too Taa
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so-you-melted-22 · 2 years ago
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The new Amity album is so good!!!!
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j1ngi · 1 year ago
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fiilis ku näät jonkun puhumas kui tuhma ja sneaky se on ku se juo alkoholii alaikäisenä ja oot sillee wow unohin et tumblris on 14 vuotiaita ja sit meet sen profiiliin ja näät et se on 20
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cemeteryofselves · 2 years ago
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Endearingghosts -> notwithoutmyghosts
Had to change my handle and put it as The Amity Affliction’s new song title because it already means the world to me
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lilirari · 1 year ago
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ⁴ !
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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ yeah, marcus, you look like national geographic. i love making these fake texts for taa & jack sm the silly texts are so perfect for them 😭 also i feel like balde's can work both ways tbh. he'd just " nah " you if you ever told him you were breaking up with him.
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© LILIRARI, 2023 ★
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tmrwds · 8 months ago
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Kot Kot lyrics + English translation
Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon
En haluu tanssia hitait haluun jatkot-kot-kot Pliis munikaa ne jatkot-kot-kot Missä hitos mun ukot-kot-kot
Rupee pot-pot-potuttaa Pelottaa ettei jatkopläänit ehkä osukaa Kuumottaa tosissaan, osoite ois saatava Ku poket tos jo hoputtaa Siis vastatkaa ny, saatana! (Numeroon ei juuri nyt saada yhteyttä) Perhana! Miten nii ei tänäänkää oo kellää aikaa hengata Pilkku lyö ku liekit vasten yksinäisen kasvoja Tää klubi on yht tyhjä ku sen katsoja
Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon
En haluu tanssia hitait haluun jatkot-kot-kot Pliis munikaa ne jatkot-kot-kot Missä hitos mun ukot-kot-kot
En haluu ko-ko-kotiin Kuinka siit on niin vaikee ottaa koppii Ne nokkii, naputtaa Sanoo ala laputtaan ja koittaa ulos taluttaa Taas tartun kapulaan (The number you have dialed cannot be reached) Perhana! Koton ei oo ketään eikä ketään kelle tekstata Pilkku lyö ku liekit vasten yksinäisen kasvoja Tää klubi on yht tyhjä ku sen katsoja
Mayday Hukun tähän kuplivaan Muut meni minä jäin kuppilaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Fiksut on lähteny nukkumaan Mut on tuomittu juhlimaan Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion
Kot kot kot kot Täällä mä oon Mä ja Celine Dion Kot kot kot kot Täällä mä oon
En haluu tanssia hitait haluun-
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English:
Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am
I don't want to slow dance I want the afterparty Please lay that afterparty Where the hell are my dudes
I'm getting pissed off Scared that the afterparty plans won't work out Truly anxious, need to get an address As the bouncers are rushing me So pick up now, saatana! (The number cannot be reached right now) Perhana! How come nobody has time to hangout today either The last call hits like flames against the lonely one's face This club is as empty as its viewer
Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am
I don't want to slow dance I want the afterparty Please lay that afterparty Where the hell are my dudes
I don't want to go home How hard can it be to take that task? They're pecking, knocking Saying get away from here and try to lead me out I grab the phone again (The number you have dialed cannot be reached) Perhana! At home there's nobody and there's nobody to text to The last call hits like flames against the lonely one's face This club is as empty as its viewer
Mayday I'm drowning in this sparkling The others are gone I stayed in this bar Here I am Me and Celine Dion Smart ones have left to sleep I'm doomed to party Here I am Me and Celine Dion
Kot kot kot kot kot Here I am Me and Celine Dion Kot kot kot kot kot Here I am
I don't want to slow dance I want the-
Credits to: @ravensofskyhold and Helmi for translation help!
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jude5bellingham · 10 months ago
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imsg ౨ৎ trent alexander-arnold
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formulakatya · 1 year ago
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BLESSING IN DISGUISE | TAA
"maybe it's a blessing in disguise, i see my reflection in your eyes"
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summary: where you and trent are childhood friends, you find yourself in a difficult situation, clueless on what to do, you call trent for advice.
pairing: trent alexander-arnold × freestyle skier!reader
notes: i'm back! i've been out of ideas recently but on a whim, i decided to write a story to the first audio i get on my tiktok for you page which just so happened to be reflections by the neighbourhood :) this is unedited work and a rather short story so im sorry about that!
warnings: none that i can think of, just really bad writing.
holding your skies tightly, you waited nervously for the score. you had given your final run your all, landing the prestigious and tricky 1620 jump. “come on,” you mumbled underneath your breath. your heart pounding, you held your breath as you glanced at the score board nervously.
93.50
you could’ve swore you felt your heart break right there and then. falling down onto the snow, you looked down at the ground as you tried to compose yourself together, desperately trying to hold back the tears threatening to flow.
it wasn’t enough.
composing yourself, you stood back up as you tried your best to smile as you congratulated the winner before walking towards your coach who engulfed you in a hug. “it wasn’t good enough,” you spoke through shaky breaths, tears spilling out.
“you tried your best,” he spoke on his attempt to comfort you. “at least you landed the 1620, first time in competition!”
“yeah,” you nodded before going back to the other two medalists, shaking hands with them as you posed for a picture.
“well done on that 1620!”
“thanks,” you smiled at eileen, your training partner and also the skier who had came in third. “well done on yours as well.”
“wanna go out for dinner later?”
“sure,” you nodded, trying to think about what you would do at dinner and during the few days extra you had in austria in a pathetic attempt to cheer yourself up.
but all you could think of was the silver medal.
staring at the ceiling, you wiped your tears dry as you let out a sigh.
why was it still not good enough?
turning your head, you picked up your phone to check the time before going through your notifications. you had put your phone on ‘do not disturb’, no doubt missing a couple of texts and calls.
trent: congratulations! what a performance!
staring at the message for a minute or so, you hesitated before opening the message, typing a quick ‘thank you’ and sending it before closing your phone and going back to staring at the ceiling.
what if you had done a different jump? what if you had executed the 1620 a little better?
looking back at your phone, you noticed trent had replied to your message as you unplugged your phone from the charging cable.
trent: if you wanna talk about it i’m free to call.
he knew you all too well.
deliberating whether you should take him up on the offer for a while, you finally decided to, dialling his number and putting the phone on speaker as you waited a response.
“hey,” trent’s voice could be heard from the other end of the line. “you okay?”
“could be better, honestly,” you replied. “how did you deal with it?”
“deal with what?”
“y’know…” you replied vaguely, not wanting to bring up the dreaded loss.
“oh,” he responded, picking up on what you were referring to. “not well to be honest, but talking to someone helped me. and lots of crying as well. i guess it was easier because we won the champions league and fa cup. seeing the fans at the parade helped as well.”
trent paused for awhile, nothing but a slight sigh being able to be heard on the other line.
“second place always feels the worst, i get that— especially losing by one point as well. but don’t be so hard on yourself, there’s no point y’know? you did everything you could’ve done and it was one hell of a performance,” he continued speaking. “i know you’re probably beating yourself up over it so don’t. there’s nothing you can do to change what happened and knowing you, you tried your best. you tried your best and that’s all you could really do. take a few days off, pick yourself up and come back stronger, y’know?”
“mhm,” you hummed in response. “it just hurts. it hurts a lot.”
“it’s only natural,” he responded. “you’ll bounce back, though, i know you will.”
“thanks, trent,” you smiled, taking in the words of advice. “you really helped.”
“no problem,” he laughed. “i’m always here if you need anything, alright, love?”
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so-you-melted-22 · 2 years ago
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New Amity song!!!!
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galgannet · 11 months ago
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Ahmose I (Ahmes I) was a pharaoh who reigned approximately 1550 - 1525 BC. e., and is the founder of the 18th dynasty. He was never particularly popular or known and that’s the reason that made me draw this picture so that people would remember him or learn about him. Ahmose's reign began on the day he came of age (at the age of 16), by which time his heroic father Seqenenra Taa II was already dead (he died not from intrigue, as you might think, but in a battle with the Hyksos). Ahmose's mother, Queen Yahhotep, initially ruled together with her son until he got married. Having blessed the couple to have a long and happy life, she finally retired from political affairs (not really). Ahmose continued the war with the Hyksos because his father’s work had to continue and his death had to be avenged. The brave pharaoh set his sights on the very capital of his vile enemies. The young pharaoh entered into an alliance with Crete, which was famous for its unsurpassed fleet (And also for dancing with bulls and a centralized water supply, but that’s another story). He led the combined fleet to Avaris, a fortified city located on the Nile Delta, which made approaches to it from the river quite convenient. Nevertheless, the siege lasted for an indecently long time and only in the 11th year of the reign of Ahmose, the city was captured through a fierce assault. Many hands were cut off, and the water was stained with blood to the delight of the alligators. The unfortunate Hyksos were forced to retreat all the way to Asia, liberating all of Lower Egypt. But this did not stop Ahmose. The thirst for revenge and the desire to protect Egypt from further encroachments by the Hyksos forced him to capture the Sharukhen fortress in Palestine. The last stronghold of his enemies fell. All this time, Queen Yahhotep did not sit idle and actively helped her son in military activities, earning awards for her valor (perhaps we will talk about her in our next illustrations). Recapturing Egypt became the greatest deed in the life of Ahmose (which, you see, is quite impressive). While the young pharaoh was engaged in his military activities (after all, as you know, once you start, it’s impossible to stop), his still fragile power over Egypt weakened. Uprisings began. However, they were successfully suppressed, thus finally strengthening him on the throne. Finally, as he grew older, Ahmose’s ardor subsided and he began construction work. However, he was not so good in this field and practically not a single building of Ahmose has survived to this day. However, during his time new quarries were opened for the construction of temples, so everything is not so bad. Ahmose's mother and grandmother were quite strong women who actively participated in political and even military activities until their last day. The first wife of Ahmose, Ahmose-Nefertari, also did not lag behind her relatives. All these women overshadowed Ahmose himself (we will not write about their deeds here). However, he loved his family and treated them with respect, which is reflected in some frescoes and in the records of scribes. The painting reflects my interpretation of the fresco on the stele that Ahmose dedicated to his grandmother Tetisheri after her death. Here he makes offerings to her. Ahmose died early, he was about 40 years old. After his death, his son Amenhotep I took the throne. If you want to know more about this pharaoh, but don't want to read boring historical texts, there are works of fiction on the topic. Ahmose is the main character in Naguib Mahfouz's novel The War of Thebes and Christian Jacques's Wrath of the Gods trilogy. Both works tell the story of the liberation of Egypt from the rule of the Hyksos. Artstation | Deviantart | VK | Commission List
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cherryxcadbury · 2 years ago
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Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.
this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.
y/n-your name
2nd person pov
Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.
It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.
Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.
And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.
Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.
Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.
As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.
Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.
“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.
“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.
“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.
You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.
“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.
“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.
“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.
Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.
“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.
“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.
“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.
You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.
When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.
“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.
Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.
“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.
“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.
You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”
“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.
You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.
“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.
“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.
You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.
Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.
*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.
You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.
You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.
“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.
“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.
“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.
“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.
“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.
Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.
“Well,” You sighed.
This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.
“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.
“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.
“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.
“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.
Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.
“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.
“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.
He rested his forehead against yours.
“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.
“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.
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this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me
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choccorin · 1 month ago
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making a very stupid decision which is not attending our year end party (long text under cut!)
it's not stupid at all ! but like ... i feel like i'll regret it ... I'M ALREADY REGRETTING IT NOW! well sort of. not really. i want to attend but also no ??? ok first, i probably won't eat most of the food there, i have afrid, plus i don't like eating in front of other people.
second, i really want to go to the art museum again. i can't go even if i don't have school because i have to take care of my siblings </3, but i technically have school during the year end party, i just won't attend it ... so i think it's okay. i mighttt lie to my parents about attending it, my mom will probably keep forcing me to go if i tell them.
third, i'm not reallllyyy friends with any of them. if i attend a party, big or small, i'd want to be with my friends. people i actually get along with and know! i don't want to feel left out. and i know that me not attending the party will make me even more left out, but i don't really like my classmates. i don't match their vibes, hobbies, or habits at all. they drink, i don't. they vape, i don't. <- two of the things that make me ick! so being close friends with them isn't a choice anymore. i want to be friends with people who i'm comfortable with!
fourth, i SUCK at party games. SERIOUSLY! i have a huge fear of embarrassing myself in front of everyone so it's better if i just don't play, right? but that loses all the fun in being at a party.
fifth, ang gastos nila! LIKE ??? i'm sorry if my poorness is speaking but 16 FOODS ?!??!? including the drinks ?!?!!? napaka-oa lang for me. mauubos ba ng lahat 'yan? tsaka ang mahal pa ata ng mga bibilhin nila ... hays, mga rich kids! i can never relate. also related to my first reason. baka mamaya may caviar na silang dala d'yan. i have a gut feeling na may magdadala ng sushi. feel ko lang ... tapos may exchange gift pa. ang ano lang, 200 pesos lang yung budget ... anong mabibili mo sa 200 pesos na exchange gift in this day and age sa pilipinas ?! parang ang taas din ng standards ng iba pagdating sa exchange gift so sure ako may lalagapas d'yan sa maximum limit.
lastly, very stupid reason, i don't have anything to wear lol. well, meron naman. pero hindi siya okay sa school policy namin ... ('di ko pa sure kung may dress rules pa rin)
okay, i know that doing this will probably make my social skills worse but i want to be alone for now. i'm so tired of having a group of friends that'll just backstab each other and break apart. it makes me feel like a child of divorce, but worse!
i also want to be more comfortable with being alone! i know that i won't always have friends beside me so i should let myself get used to it. and alsooo, i want to boost my confidence in being alone in a crowd :) i think marami nang mga tao ngayon sa museums so it's a good time to practice. also (last na), reason na mag-isa ako mag-museum is because ang tagal ko tumingin ... like i really stare at each painting, admire their details, and think about what it wants to convey ! i recently watched on how to properly look at paintings and i'm excited to try it out :3 also (last na talaga), ang hilig ko maglakad. every one of my friends complained about their legs hurting everytime we walk for long periods ... i don't want their feet to hurt because of me and to have their patience run out because i like a painting too much </3
ok that's all, if you've read this far. here's a cookie and optional milk if you're lactose intolerant like me :333 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛 and some few other snacks i guess ☕☕🍵🍵🧃🧃🍩🍩🍫🍫🍰🍰🍨🍨🍟🍟🌭🌭🍔🍔
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suohonsotkettu · 1 year ago
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Ei itkeä saa, ei meluta saa, Karjula voi tulla ikkunan taa(s)... 🎵
Eli tänäkin jouluna kutsumme kaikki Tuntematon sotilas -fandomissa tai sen liepeillä hengailevat osallistumaan Tuntemattomaan tonttuun. Kyseessä on Secret Santa -tyyppinen matalan kynnyksen lahjapiiri, jossa edellisvuoden tapaan kaikki rohkeasti mukaan hyppäävät tontut sekä antavat että saavat lahjaksi Tuntsa-aiheisen fanituotoksen.
Vaikka ainakin osa tuotoksista tuutattaneen aikanaan tänne Tumpun puolellekin, pyörii touhu tuttuun tapaan Discordissa, jonne kaikki halukkaat ovat tervetulleita liittymään. Ja liittyä siis ihan ehdottomasti saa, vaikkei haluttaisikaan tonttuilla tänä jouluna. Neljättä vuotta pystyssä olevan serverin aktiivisuustaso on kauniisti sanottuna vaihteleva, mutta uusille suohon sotkeentujille on aina tilaa. ❤️
Tapahtuman tarkoituksena on levittää hyvää mieltä ja siinä sivussa aktivoida ah-niin-rakasta fandomiamme. Mahdolliset kysymykset voi suunnata joko nimimerkeille @suohonsotkettu ja @sydanhaavoilla tai suoraan Discordiin. Viime vuonna syntyneitä fanituotoksia näkee tägin #tuntematontonttu2022 takaa.
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