#SUTS

[homunculus-argument]

Okay so I've been experimenting on how to get my hair to have more volume and this nice messy, fluffy look to it. Today I was quite happy with the kind of shaggy thing I had managed to achieve with my hair, which was nice since we went to see some of my boyfriend's extended family. And let me tell you, while I am aware that the verb he used has different meanings in different finnish dialects, nothing could have prepared me for having my boyfriend's grandfather see my hair all tousled up like that was to ask me a question that I could only process and comprehend as

"What, did [boyfriend] cum all over you?"

[neroushalvaus]

Mä luulen järkeilleeni salaisuuden, jonka päälle Juha Tapio on rakentanut koko uransa, ja mä jaan ajatukseni nyt teidän kanssanne.

Juha Tapion juuret ovat syvällä suomigospelissa. Gospel-biisejä on joka junaan, mutta yleisimpiä genrejä ovat "Jeesus on ihan best äijä" -ylistysbiisit, "Jeesus, kaikki on paskaa, auta" -itkuvirret ja tämän teorian kannalta kiinnostavin, "Sinä oot hyvä just tommosena, kuin sinä oot, sinä oot ihme, Jeesus rakastaa sua niin helvetin paljon" -voimaantumisbiisit. Erityisesti viimeisen luokan biisit saavat porukan yleensä aivan sekaisin, koska mikä olisi voimaannuttavampaa kuin ajatus siitä, että ihan sama, kuinka paljon me ollaan tötöilty tai kuinka paljon me ollaan saatu muiden toimesta kärsiä, me ollaan ihmeitä ihan vain siksi, koska me ollaan olemassa. On joku, joka rakastaa sua niin paljon, että kuolisi just sun puolesta vaikka tuhat kertaa.

Mun väite on, että Juha Tapio on ottanut gospelista tällaisen voimaannuttavan biisin muotin ja vain sekularisoinut sitä sen verran, että on napannut Jeesuksen nimenä pois. Sinä selvisit ja kelpaat kelle vaan. Nyt on sinun vuorosi loistaa. Sä oot valmis rakkauteen. Toki Juha Tapio jättää hieman mysteeriksi, kuka sun puolesta tarkalleen on valmis kuolemaan tuhannesti. "Kuka näkee sut?" hän kysyy. Hänen laulunsa kuitenkin myös vakuuttavat: "Kelpaat kelle vaan." Joku kuiskaa sun olevan rakastettu, mutta kuiskaaja on mysteeri.

Lisäksi Juha Tapio tietää, että pistämällä biisiin silmäniskun kristinuskoon se voi saada kappaleensa suoraan Nuoren seurakunnan veisukirjan uusimpaan painokseen, eikä se vähennä radiosoittoa ollenkaan. Olkapäällä kyyhkynen, vaikket sitä nää. Juha, senkin vanha kettu. Juha Tapio, tuo mies, joka kumartaa kahteen suuntaan eikä pyllistä kellekään.

Eli: Juha Tapion musiikki on suosittua, koska se tarjoaa samanlaisen hengellisen kokemuksen, kuin gospel-musiikki, kantamatta mukanaan kuitenkaan gospel-musiikin tai uskonnollisen musiikin leimaa. Hänen musiikkinsa voi tulkita täysin maalliseksi. Ehkä se ei olekaan Jeesus, joka rakastaa sua. Ehkä se on Juha Tapio itse. Mutta joka tapauksessa sä kelpaat just tuollaisena, sä oot ihme. Juha Tapio rakastaa sua, eikä oo mitään, mitä sä voisit tehdä häntä estääksesi.

[ironinc]

Civil War.ᝰ.ᐟ 

Peter Parker x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ You are a demi-god and the protector of earth, pitted against Spider-Man/Peter Parker during the Civil War. Despite your mutual ignorance of each other's identities, the heat and intensity of the battle build an overwhelming sexual tension between you, leaving both of you struggling to focus on the fight. As the battle progresses, a moment of distraction leads to Peter's mask slipping, revealing his true identity.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: Me and my best friend aka sister worked on this idea. All I gotta say is someone cooked here- LIKE HOLD AWNNN!(( Peter Parker is aged up to 20 since they are in college! And I couldn't find a good picture for the description for how I see the character so just bare with me!

⤷ Word count: 2,856

⤷ Special song to add spice: All I Need by Lloyd

ᥫ᭡.

The air crackles with energy as the battlefield of the airport transforms into a chaotic symphony of shouts and explosions. You let loose a crackling ball of electricity from your hands, and in a swift movement, deflecting the web that streaks toward you. Spider-Man lands on a crumbling wall, his red and blue suit a blur against the smoke-filled sky. His voice, muffled by the mask, carries a playful edge."

"Hey, Guardian of Earth, you know this whole thing is a mess, right? Maybe we should just call it a day."

You smirk, your blonde bohemian braids swaying as you step forward, your earthy-toned outfit standing out from the chaos around you. "Funny, Spider-Boy. But I don’t think you’re in any position to make suggestions."

He flips backward, avoiding a lash of energy from your hands. "Ouch. Spider-Boy? That’s low. And here I was trying to keep this civil." "Civil War," you counter, lunging forward, your staff crackling. "Doesn’t exactly scream ‘let’s chat.’"

He shoots another web, this one aimed at your feet, but you leap into the air, twisting gracefully. Your powers hum through you, grounding you as you land. He’s fast—faster than you expected—but you’re not exactly slow. 

The two of you circle each other, the tension between you thickening with every move.

"Careful," he quips, dodging a blast of energy from your hands. "Someone might think you’re actually trying to hit me." "Oh, I’m not trying," you say, your voice low and deliberate. "I’m succeeding."

You press the attack, forcing him to retreat. But there’s something about the way he moves, the way he talks, that’s… distracting. His voice, even through the mask, sends a shiver down your spine. And the way his body twists and bends—it’s hypnotic. You shake your head, trying to focus. This is the last time you let a crush get in the way of your job.

He flips onto a nearby small pillar, crouching like a predator ready to pounce. 

"You’re good," he admits. "But are you good enough?"

"Guess you’ll find out," you say, raising your staff.

The fight intensifies, the two of you moving in a dangerous dance. His webs are everywhere, forcing you to stay on your toes, but you’re relentless. And then it happens—a moment of distraction. His foot slips, just slightly, and you seize the opportunity. Your energy blast connects with his chest, sending him tumbling backward. His mask slips, just enough to reveal his face. Peter Parker.

Everything stops.

The chaos around you fades into the background as you stare at him, your breath catching in your throat. Peter. The shy, awkward boy from school.

The one who always seemed to be looking at you when you weren’t looking at him. The one you’ve secretly been crushing on for months. He pulls the mask back up quickly, but it’s too late. You saw him. And you both know it.

"Peter," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates, his body tense. "Look, I��"

"You’re Spider-Man?"

"Yeah," he says, his voice heavy with resignation. "And you’re… what? Some kind of goddess?"

"Close enough," you reply, stepping closer. The staff in your hand feels heavier now, the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

"Peter, why didn’t you tell me?"

"Tell you?" he says, his voice rising. "How was I supposed to do that? ‘Hey, by the way, I’m Spider-Man. And you’re… what? The protector of Earth? Not exactly something you just drop in casual conversation."

The tension between you shifting from combat to something else entirely. The air feels charged, electric. Your heart races, not from the fight, but from the way he’s looking at you. Even through the mask, you can feel his eyes on you.

"Peter," you say, your voice soft. "I… I didn’t know."

"Neither did I," he admits, stepping closer. "At school, I… I always wanted to talk to you. But I never could."

"Why not?"

"Because you’re… amazing. And I’m just… me. I would always see you in the hallway. Talking to your friends and I would just.. get nervous and walk away.”

“But you’re more than that," you say, closing the distance between you. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you. You reach up, your fingers brushing against the edge of his mask. He doesn’t stop you as you pull it down, revealing his face. His brown eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of fear and longing.

"Peter," you whisper, your voice trembling.

He hesitates for a moment, then his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crash into yours, the kiss explosive, filled with all the pent-up emotions you’ve both been hiding. His hand finding a way to your neck as you deepen the kiss, your body pressing against his. The heat between you is overwhelming, the tension from the fight morphing into something entirely different.

You break the kiss, gasping for air. "Peter," you say, your voice breathless. 

"We shouldn’t—"

"Shut up," he murmurs, cutting you off with another kiss. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve. You can feel the strength in his touch, the way his muscles tense as he holds you. He’s not just Spider-Man. He’s Peter. And he’s yours.

Peter quickly scans the area, his mind racing. His eyes fall upon a secluded “Quiet Room” nestled in the corner of the airport. The tinted glass of the room makes it impossible to see inside, offering a rare moment of privacy. Without hesitation, he scoops you up with ease, carrying you into the room as if you weigh nothing. The door automatically locks behind you both, securing your solitude.

He carefully lays you down on the luxurious L-shaped couch, ensuring your comfort as he lowers you onto the plush cushions. His gaze never leaves your form as he takes in the sight of you before him.

When he came closer your hands trembled as you struggled with the clasps of his suit, your body desperate to feel his skin against yours. He senses your urgency and helps you, pulling off his mask completely before gently placing his hand on his chest. With a swift quick motion, the suit slips off, leaving him standing in front of you.

His chest is toned, his body a testament to the life he leads. You trace your fingers over his skin, feeling the heat of him.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs, his hands sliding under your top. His touch is electric, sending shivers through your body.

"So are you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He kisses you again, his hands moving lower, exploring every inch of you. His touch is tentative at first, but as the fire between you grows, so does his confidence. Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against the waistband of your suit, a silent question in his eyes.

His voice is low and commanding, but there’s a softness in it that makes your chest tighten. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your inner thigh.

“I want you to worship me,” you breathe, your voice trembling with need. The words hang in the air, heavy, and electric, and you can feel the way they ignite something in him. His eyes flash, and a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, his voice dripping with promise.

He doesn’t waste another second. His hands glide up your thighs, spreading you wider, and then his mouth is on you, hot and demanding. 

His tongue drags a slow, torturous path up your core, and you gasp, your hips arching off the couch. God, he’s good at this.

“Fuck, Peter,” you moan, your fingers gripping his hair tightly. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body, and you can’t help but squirm beneath him. His hands move to your hips, pinning you down, and he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

“Stay still,” he commands, and the authority in his voice makes your legs tremble. He doesn’t wait for you to comply before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit with a precision that leaves you whimpering.

Your breath comes in short, uneven gasps as he works you over, his tongue flicking and teasing in ways that make your mind go blank. Every stroke is deliberate, every movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. He’s relentless, and you can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in your core.

“Peter, I’m—” you start, but he pulls away, leaving you hovering on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm but soft. His lips brush against your inner thigh, and you can feel the smirk on his lips even before he looks up at you. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”

God, who knew Peter Parker could be so fucking infuriating? You let out a frustrated groan, your hips bucking up against him, but he holds you down easily, his strength surprising you.

“Peter, please,” you whimper, your voice breaking.

He looks up at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and affection, and something in your chest tightens. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. “I could spend hours just like this.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat spreading through your body. His mouth is back on you in an instant, his tongue working you over with a fervor that leaves you gasping. 

He alternates between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, teasing flicks, and you can feel your control slipping with every passing second.

Your hands tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core. His hands move to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he buries his face in you, his tongue delving deep.

“I can’t—I can’t help it,” you gasp, your hips bucking up against him. He chuckles, the sound low and warm, and then his mouth is back on you, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Your back arches off the ground, your hands gripping the pillow cushion beneath you as the pleasure builds, threatens to consume you.

“Peter, I’m—”

“Let go,” he commands, his voice soft but firm. And then his tongue flicks against you, and you shatter.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as pleasure crashes over you. Peter doesn’t stop, his tongue working you through it, drawing out every last second of your release until you’re boneless, your chest heaving as you come down from the high.

He pulls away slowly, his lips brushing against your inner thigh in a soft kiss, and you can’t help but smile at the affection in the gesture. You look down at him, your eyes soft but heavy with desire, and he smirks up at you, his lips glistening.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

“Peter,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, and then he crawls up your body, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the thought sends a jolt of heat through you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against you, begging for release.

“Peter,” you gasp, breaking the kiss. “I need you inside me.”

He growls low in his throat, his eyes dark with desire, and then he’s fumbling with the waistband of his suit, his hands shaking with need.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

“Tell me and it’s yours.”

“I want you to fuck me, Peter,” you breathe, your voice trembling. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Peter’s eyes darken, his breath hitching at your words. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping your waist with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. “You want me to fuck you?” he murmurs, his voice rough, almost feral. “Then say it again. Say it so I know you mean it.”

Your heart pounds as his eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his gaze making you feel exposed, vulnerable, and completely consumed by him. “I want you to fuck me, Peter,” you repeat, your voice trembling but firm. “I want you to make me yours.”

His lips crash onto yours, hot and demanding, as his hands slide down to your thighs. You barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s lifting you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Your back presses against the cool wall behind you, the contrast of the hard surface and the heat of his body making you gasp into his mouth.

Peter breaks the kiss, his chest rising and falling as he looks down at you, his eyes blazing with need. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his voice raw with emotion. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long.”

You bite your lip, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. “Then stop waiting,” you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

One hand grips your hip, the other guiding himself to your entrance. You feel the tip of him press against you, and you moan softly, your body aching for him. “Peter,” you whimper, your voice desperate.

“Please—”

He thrusts into you in one smooth, powerful motion, filling you completely.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as a cry escapes your lips, the sensation overwhelming. “Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your head falling back against the wall. “Peter.”

He groans, his forehead resting against yours as he stills inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I can’t—I can’t hold back.”

“Then don’t,” you breathe, your legs tightening around his waist. “Fuck me, Peter. Please.”

He moans your name before pulling back and thrusting into you again, harder this time. Your breath hitches as he sets a relentless pace, each thrust driving you higher and higher. The sounds of your bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, echo in the small space, mixed with your moans and his growls of pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Peter growls, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you. “I’ve never—never felt anything like this.”

You clutch onto him, your body moving in sync with his, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. “Oh, Peter,” you moan, your voice breaking as he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

“Right there—don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he grits out, his pace faltering slightly.

“You’re too good—too fucking perfect.”

“Then let go,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. “I want to feel you lose control.”

He groans, his hips slamming into yours with renewed intensity. You can feel the tension coiling in him, the way his body trembles as he gets closer and closer to the edge. “Come with me,” he rasps, his voice nearly pleading. “I want to feel you come with me.”

You nod, your own pleasure building to a crescendo as he hits that perfect spot again and again. “Fuck, I’m—” you gasp, your body tightening around him as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you.

He growls your name, his hands gripping you tighter as he thrusts into you one last time, his release spilling deep inside you. You cling to him, your body trembling as you ride out the waves of pleasure together, the world around you fading away until it’s just the two of you, lost in each other.

For a long moment, neither of you moves, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart. Peter rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. “That was…fuck,” he mutters, his voice shaking.

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Yeah,” you agree, your voice just as unsteady. “It was.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the raw emotion in them, the vulnerability that makes your heartache. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “You have no idea how much.”

You smile, your hand cupping his cheek. 

── .✦

After the intimate moment shared between you, both of you got dressed and made your way back to Tony Stark. With a sly smile on his face, Peter had to make up an excuse to Tony as to why they had gone "idle" for a while.

Tony rolled his eyes in response, feigning annoyance. "You had one job, underoos…" But there was a hint of amusement in his voice as his gaze flicked between the two of you. Your fingers interlocked with Peter's, a silent signal of your connection. 

So he couldn't deny the truth in Peter's words.

This is SOOOO out of my usual context/concept but I wanted to go with it for the PLOT!!!!

(Credits: 6rceus on Tiktok)

[pulgarcito-perro]

where are u from??

Obligatory about me post?

So I am actually from Finland. Why the name pulgarcito-perro then?

As a lot of you know, this account was originally supposed to be a throwaway, so for a username I just mashed some of the only Spanish words I knew together.

It's kinda grown on me though.

Here's some very self indulgent finnish Jimcurly content:

Curly:

- I feel like his name would be something like Kuisma. Doesn't really sound or mean anything close to Curly, but it does work as both a last and a first name.

Also, finnish names beginning with a C just do not exist, and I am not directly translating it because imagine being named Kihara (singular).😭

- The devs mentioned that he likes wintersports, which I immediately interpreted as hockey.

- He was def actually good in mandatory swedish class and got called gay for it. (Justified)

- He's likely from the south, one of the three major cities.

Favourite curse: Jumalauta (goddamnit)

Favourite food: Cabbage rolls.

Favourite song: Aurinkoon by Atomirotta

- It's a cheesy love song about being the ultimate ride or die for your lover. They may have a bad reputation, but you don't believe in rumors, because you love them more than anything.

Also, the chorus says "let's drive into the sun," which, accurate.

Jimmy

- Easy to translate, his name would be Jimi.

- The national stereotype of a depressed, unemployed, down on his luck alcoholic. Probably living off Kela assistance. (Welfare)

- "My dad used to chase me around with an axe and I turned out just fine."

- Ostrobothnian and proud of it, sad that his accent is pretty much gone.

Favourite curse: Vittusaatana (cuntsatan)

Favourite food: Coldsmoked reindeer

Favourite song: Murphyn laki by Tapani Kansalainen

- It's an absolute losercore classic about being the unluckiest guy this side of the northern hemisphere. Awful worklife, trouble with cops, frequent fuck ups. I just feel like he'd relate to it...

I went to see the Helsinki-cathedral today while on my way to buy a new sketchbook! Here's a pic I took.💗

[leidensygdom]

one of the funniest things out there it's when you download some big professional artist's brush pack and the brushes have the silliest names imaginable. Here's some assorted finds:

"splorcherrr"

"yep"

"tricky dicky"

"skim jim"

"shmooooothy"

"big boy brush"

"he works (maybe)"

"josuke's eyebrows"

"moisturize me"

and my own personal silly brush: "trongle.slut"

[shima-draws]

THAT right there, ladies and gentlemen, is a LOVE CONFESSION

[xfriki26]

I CANT STOP MAKING OCS!!!

Anyways, spider lady, prolly going to name her Charlotte

Im also thinking about what profession I could give her...

[newtabfics]

Astarion cockwarming Tav perhaps? 🫣

Getting a headcanon for this cuz brain go brr BUT LISTEN

Astarion knows what it is. Never did it himself. Suggests it because he thinks he can make Tav all needy and helpless. WRONG

He is WHINING after about twenty minutes, holding Tav in his lap and trying not to squirm so as not to disturb his Tav.

"Fuck, Darling...So warm and tight...I need to move. Need to--"

He's always being made to sit back and just enjoy it by Tav to a point of frustrated tears.

He only relents when Tav begins to praise him for doing so good for him. But it does get worse when Tav starts talking about how good he feels inside of them.

Desperate, whiny, soft, baby fanged Astarion is just unable to take it when he gets praised and ends up pinning down Tav just to rail them.

[sutijany]

Elfogyott a maradek einkorn.

[a-random-fandom-friend]

Jamy c'est un seigneur du temps, Fred et Sabine ses compagnons, et Marcel c'est le nom de son TARDIS deguisé en camion qui ne communique que par des bruits de klaxons

[amid-fandoms]

BIG NATURALS WEIGHING YOU DOWN???????? DAN???????

[iliketangerines]

quickies

a/n: why isn't there more trudy in my life. this is so sick and twisted

pairing: trudy chacon x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, office sex, overstimulation

you swear to god, Trudy is absolutely insatiable as she crawls underneath your desk, promising to be quick, and you curse at her underneath your breath but make no move to stop her

thankfully, your office was closed off from the rest of the scientists, and you’re incredibly lucky you had no hands-on experiments to work on today

it was all data analyzation today, and Trudy of course knew your schedule and what you were doing today and had popped by your office

her hands tug at the waist of your pants, and you lift your hips up off the cushioned seat to let her pull down your pants and your underwear and throw them somewhere underneath your desk

she drags you closer to the edge of the seat, spreading your thighs wide for her and hooking them over her shoulders

true to her word, Trudy dives in immediately, nose grinding into your clit and tongue lapping desperately at your cunt

her groans fill the room, as if she was the one having sparks of pleasure course through her, and her hands tighten their grip on your thighs, digging her fingertips into the flesh

you moan and tug at her hair with one hand while your other hand braces itself on the table as you struggle to take the pleasure she gives you

every time she knows exactly where to touch you, exactly how long and where to tease you, and it sends you soaring over the clouds, seeing stars in your vision

Trudy moans into your cunt, the wet sounds of slurps filling your ears and the room, and you try to remember whether or not you locked the door to your office

you really hope you did as her tongue fucks into you, and her moans vibrate through your pussy, traveling up your spine and sending fireworks alight in your head

one of her hands moves from your thigh, and she moves her head up, wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking on the sensitive bud

her fingers spread your sticky folds, collecting the wetness on the length before she sinks them into your drooling pussy

the stimulation makes you gasp, and you tilt your head back as you cum on her fingers, hips uselessly rutting against her face as he other arm keeps you pinned to the chair

you gasp and whine as she continues to lap at your clit, pressing the flat of it over the nub and licking a long stripe over it, and her fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you open

she doesn’t stop even as your orgasm ebbs away, greedy for another one, and you whine out her name, saying that you really had to get back to work

Trudy just hums into your clit, making your mind go blank, and she smirks up at you as you completely forget what you were saying

curling her fingers into a spot that makes you cry out her name, you cum on her fingers again all too soon, overstimulation starting to set it

small tears prick at the edges of your eyes as you gasp for air, and your pussy tries to suck her fingers further into you

she runs her tongue along your clit, just teasing it, and her eyes crinkle in amusement as you whine in complaint while your hips try and rut closer to her mouth

just one more she promises herself, but she knows she’s lying to herself

quickies never stayed quickies with Trudy

[rogdona]

the most beautiful cool wind is blowing and my sister dares to close the window AUUUUGGG

[cinemaocd]

Great to see Cary get a day, but I'm more excited about Anita Page, Peter Ustinov and Jane Russell, to be honest.

[neroushalvaus]

Bängäävimmät biisien aloitukset:

"Mun kissani oli vainaa / se meni päin etulokasuojaa" (Pojat – Lemmikkihautuumaa - Pet Cemetary)

"Teen sulle temput ja paskannan porealtaaseen" (Leevi and the Leavings – Tikapuut taivaaseen)

[solsticeswackstuff]

Justice for LipJ! Justice for Angela! Let her be petty:)