Grinning, the Finnish man popped on his own helmet and started the engine. "Easy money, here we come!" He revved the bike just for the hell of it before speeding off toward the grocery store, smirking at the thought of their latest plan.

Once Rami had parked outside the store, he slid off and motioned for the Icelander to follow. "I don't usually go to this place, so the cashier won't recognise me," he explained as they reached the door, adding sheepishly, "There are a couple of stores where they wouldn't appreciate seeing me, ya know..."

@thedrunkstadilainen answered fokkings.

Grinning, Rami nodded. “Fuck yes, let’s go!” He tossed a spare helmet at the skinny Icelander and motioned toward the motorbike before hopping on. “C’mon, we got some herbs to buy,” he snickered.

“Sætt,” Orri returned a cheeky grin of his own. “I know the perfect place to target. These kids are gonna be eating out the palm of our hands mann. The profits can go towards the real thing.” He placed the helmet over his head and climbed on behind Rami. “I’m a fokking genius.”

Rami’s dating profile

devilfromhel, 22, ♂

Theme song: Apulanta - Pahempi Toistaan

My motto is: it's not a party without me!

I'm a smooth, spontaneous and fun-loving guy with a beard who has two true loves in life:  my motorbike, and alcohol.

But right now, Im looking for a third true love - you! I'm mostly into hot chicks who like living the city life, but if you like what you see then hit me up anyway! If you have a good sense of humour, like to make memes out of political figures' faces, and enjoy sofa dates, drinking dates and sauna dates, you just might be the one.

I like cruising through the city on my bike, chilling with my cat, going to concerts, and staying out late on weekends. I’m the life of the party and can promise you a good time. I should warn you though, that you need to be a good cook if you want to eat something else than microwave food. Also, I'm not the most organised guy around - but they say geniuses have messy homes ;)

It's ok if you want to be open and not commit right away, I totally understand and we can take it slow or keep it casual. I'll never judge you harshly (unless you judge me first, then it's war). I like when people can just be themselves, and that's how I am too :) So please drop me a line if you're interested!

Write soon ;) devilfromhel

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Olympian Aesthetics

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APHRODITE:      laughter-loving.      sweet  smiles.   dressed  in  silk  and  satin.    flower  in  their  hair.    sees  the  world  as  a  runway.     unapologetically  sexual.   the  sea  washing  their  ankles.   in  love  with  love.  stirrer  of  passion.    cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips.    secret  daggers.   doves.    revolution  in  their  kiss.   delighting  in  the  waves.     flirtatious  winks.    strolling  along  the  beach.     staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony.   this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker.     wants  to  be  adored.   gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:       glitz  and  glamour.     art  galleries.      turning  the  volume  up. being  made  of  gold.   neatly-organized  music  sheets.     notebooks  filled  with  poetry.    bathing  in  the  sunlight.    the  powerful  urge  to  create.    collecting  vinyl  records.     beautiful  cover  of  wonderwall.    playing  multiple  instruments.    tasting  like  sunshine.   healing  touch.   speaking  in  prophecies.     smile  mingled  with  wrath.     shunning  lies.     sporting  shades.   hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends.   sleeps  naked.  arrow  to  the  heart.   paint  brushes.   probably  has  a  tinder  account.

ARES:       armed  for  battle.     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their significant  other.   soft  spot  for  children.   gives  piggyback rides.   scarred  body.   blood  on  their   hands  and  face.   willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love.   fights  against  injustice.   warm  hugs.    well-worn  combat  boots.     boxing gloves.     bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles.   fist  raised  in  protest.    ignites  revolutions.    fear  is  a  prison.    more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think.   exhausted.   damaged  goods.    force  to  be  reckoned  with.   red  roses.  curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter.     freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin.   piercing  eyes.    disheveled  braid.     moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows.   the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night.   lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars.     mother  doe  and  her  fawn.     protecting  their  kin.    the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake.    quiver  full  of arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree.    running  with wolves.    bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire.     not  being  much  of  a  people  person.      arrow  hitting  a  target.    popping  egos.    patience  on  3%.   touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:     discerning  gaze.      unreadable  face.      quiet  museums.     owl perched  on  their  finger.    armor  that  intimidates.     eye  for architecture.     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of building   houses.    studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was busy  getting  laid.     big  fan  of  logic.     loves  brain teasers.    ancient  buildings.     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors.    hair  done  up.   can  kill  you  with  their  brain.     heads  to the  library  often  to  research.    sharpened  pencils.  abs  that can  cut  steel.  stoic  statues.    pottery classes.

DEMETER:     soil-covered  hands.   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers.   skin  loved  by  the  sun.   being  the  mom-friend.   can  lift  you  and  your  friends.  flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls.     takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden.   speaks  to  their  plants.      leaves  rustling  in  the  wind.     stalks  of  wheat.   picking  fruit.   greenhouses.  heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain.   values  simplicity.   daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone.   curls  crowned  with  flowers.   folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues.    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:     drunk  shitposter.    on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second.   seductive  smirks.   untamed curls.   rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin.      sleek-furred  panthers.    theater  masks.    stage  productions.   receiving  a  standing  ovation.     rose caught  between  their  teeth.    being  the  baby  of  the  bunch.    wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup.    creeping  vines.    inspiring  loyalty.    grand  opera  houses.    masquerade  balls.     rolls  of  film.    shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor.  pouring  champagne  into  flutes.   lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:    the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor.      sweaty  brow.  flame  burning  in  their  eyes.   inventive  mind.   broad  shoulders.   steampunk  goggles.    nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes.     ashes.    striking  a  match.    blueprints for  future  projects.     fixing  up  a  busted up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades.     wrestles  with bitterness.    work  boots  have  seen  better  years.     wrinkled  plaid shirts.   iron  melted  in  blazing  fire.     huge  jackets.    crafting  masterpieces.    greased-stained  overalls.     fascination  with  robotics.   pain  is  fuel.    stack  of  weaponry.       even   their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:     resting  bitch  face.     dressed  to  the  nines.    cows  grazing  on  a  pasture.    cool  rain.    loving  and  hating  fiercely.    hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls.     large  chandelier  with glittering  crystals.    plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of killing  off  their  sims.    romance  to  realism.    pictures  of the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane.   files  that  under  fuck  it.   downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble bath  and  netflix.  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded.   knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man.   dark  eyes  that penetrate  your  soul.  marble  and  gold.

HERMES:    devil-may-care  smile.   always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology.  will  steal  your  french  fries.   does  it  for  the vine.     shitposter.   puts  googly  eyes  on  everything.   meme  hoarder.   long  drives  on  the  highway.   ma  and  pop  diners.  spontaneous  road  trips.   folded  maps.   fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop.      shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court.     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations.    goes  jogging  in  the  morning.   evening  mixes  redbull  with  coffee (or redbull + vodka).    menace  on  april fool’s.     hoodies  and  sneakers.  

POSEIDON:      storm  with  skin.     colorful  coral  reefs.    waves  crashing  against  the  shore.     stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat.   their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop.   tousled  locks.    clothes  smeared  with  paint.     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always yearns  to  own  more.    leather  jackets.    fondness  for  diy projects.    handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page.    nimble fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin.     velvety  singing voice  that  haunts  your  dreams.  mood  as  ever-changing  as  the sea.   the  roar  of  a  motorcycle.   compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:   thunder  in  their  heart.   running  on  coffee.   flash  of  lightning.    natural charisma.   eloquence.   badass  in  a  nice  suit.    aficionado  of  history.   force of nature.     lenny face.   nightmare-filled  nights.    proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist.   high-rise  buildings.   planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky.   technician  on  the  piano.   maintains  order.   strong  handshake.    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule with  ease.    expensive watch.

Bad Habit Meme

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Tagging: anyone who sees this

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

TMI Tuesday

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Fire away!!

“Wanna go buy some oregano and sell it to kids who think it’s weed?”

Grinning, Rami nodded. “Fuck yes, let’s go!” He tossed a spare helmet at the skinny Icelander and motioned toward the motorbike before hopping on. “C’mon, we got some herbs to buy,” he snickered.

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Impulsive thought starters

“Have you ever just had the urge to jump out of the car while driving on the freeway?”

“I’m in a sandwich making mood. I wanna see how much I can fit in between two bread slices.”

“Dude that flock of birds is begging for someone to run through them.”

“Hey if we drain the pool what kind of stuff would you wanna fill it with besides water?”

“Peanut butter sounds really good right now. Nothing else. Just me, peanut butter, and a spoon.”

“How high do you think a bowling ball would go if I dropped on the trampoline from the roof?”

“Nothing is more valid than cuddling. Cuddling is so perfect and I really need some right now.”

“Look I know this is impulsive but are you up for going to Denny’s at 1am and buying all the bacon and eggs they have?”

“I love you but even you should know how stupid this is.”

*at 3:17am* “Psst… lets go to Taco Bell.”

“What do you MEAN i can’t fill the tub with maple syrup? I’ll clean it up when I’m done!”

“Wanna go buy some oregeno and sell it to kids who think it’s weed?”

“Don’t be mad but I bought 10 puppies- COME ON THEY WERE GIVING ME PUPPY EYES!!”

So, did everyone survive the storm during Worldcon? :D Storm Kiira did a lot of damage in north Helsinki area.

Meaningful Sentence Starters

“There’s something I really need to tell you.” “I honestly thought that things would be very different.” “Do you wish you could have done it differently?” “What exactly did you think was happening here?” “How do you decide when it’s enough?” “I would die for this cause.” “There are only a few things in this world that are truly important to me.” “Ideals have to count for something.” “Why should I be a nice person?” “This was meant to be easier.” “I have an idea that I need to share.” “Look, you might not like me but we’re stuck in this.” “You remind me of someone I once knew.” “How long does it take people to change, I wonder?” “There are no good choices here.” “There are days I think we’re just in over our heads here.” “How do you keep going when things get hard?” “Are you genuinely interested in me as a person, or is this a game too?” “I care what I look like because I care what people think of me.” “Why did you decide to do it?” “You know what I really regret?” “I’m still struggling to believe any of this is real.” “Are you certain this is what you really want.” “Tell me a dream? Or a secret?” “Do you think you would still be the same person if things had turned out differently?” “What I really meant to say was very different.” “I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say to you, but I have to tell you anyway.” “You were never supposed to know.” “Why can’t you just follow instructions?” “Why can’t you just ignore instructions?” “What chains you to this life? What keeps you here?”

The scent of delicate Icelandic wildflowers. Reminiscent of something, and yet so strange. It made Rami long for something he’d never really had - or was it something he’d had all along, but never looked in the face?

Inhale. Time had stopped, the hands of the invisible clock in Rami’s head had slowed to a halt where only the synced thumping of his heart against Orri’s kept the minutes and the seconds, and the hours would stretch on into eternity as long as this lasted. And the Helsinkian wanted nothing more than just that.

Exhale. Beyond the sound of Rami’s breathing was a puff of air escaping the smaller capital’s parted lips, lips that were soft and thin, pale and pretty. The fairy-like breath warmed against the Finn’s chest; the skinny boy had snuggled smoothly into the other and their bodies fit together, all too well.

Inhale. It was a bit like having a cat curled up against him for warmth on a cold winter day, Rami thought. There was just something very comforting about the curly-haired Icelander in his arms, and it felt good. That’s all those two had ever been searching for, right? Different ways to feel good, like reaching a fantastic high, supporting each other in their lows and live the whole fucking cycle over again. They were thrill-seekers, both of them - if only to escape their innermost fears just for a little longer.

Exhale. God, this felt good. God, so fucking good. The Finnish man could have lain here forever, just feeling his friend’s skin against his, their pulses mirroring each other, their eyelids fluttering shut. Not from sleep, no - just to shut out the inevitable questions that would flood through their minds the longer they stayed here, entombed in each other’s grasp, trapped in this drawn-out moment.

He felt himself instinctively moving closer - as if it were even possible to get closer. Orri’s breath blew light, delicate rings of heat on his face. Rami inhaled the sweet air, lapping it up gently like a deer drinking cautiously from a forest lake. As if drinking too much could cause the world to come crashing down.

Without warning, Helsinki sat up suddenly. His head was spinning out of control, mind deliriously high and dizzyingly disoriented. His body wanted more of those soft fingers on his skin, more of that intoxicating warmth against his chest, more and more of those entrancing wildflowers. More of Orri.

But he pulled himself away all too quickly, for fear of what it could become. For fear of his deepest anxieties. For fear of losing his best friend in some way or another. For fear of becoming broken.

And it felt like he’d ripped the rest of himself away, and left his heart there in the bedsheets, beating and bleeding in Reykjavík’s hands as Rami got up and stumbled half-blindly toward the door.

Time ran its course, but the Finnish capital paid it no heed. Instead, he chose to enjoy the moment without keeping count of the minutes as they slipped past his notice. It was rare he could feel something like this - such a sweet, innocent moment - most nights. Most nights, his bed was occupied only by himself and some tangled bedsheets, occasionally a cat, occasionally a guest.

Occasionally Orri.

And it was on the rare nights when he was stone-sober that he tended to overthink or deny things like this - although now, he was letting the warm feeling envelop him without much consideration concerning his usual boundaries. Every so often, when a nagging thought began to surface, the Helsinkian only brushed it off, contented with lying next to his best friend, here and now. Listening to the angelic Icelander’s soft breaths, feeling his slumbering form as it rested against Rami.

The Finn now became aware of a faint aroma in Orri’s hair. He wasn’t very good at identifying flowers, nor at distinguishing scents in general, but he assumed it must be a type of Icelandic bloom. It smelled unfamiliar, yet also familiar - like a distant place that someone else could easily call home. But for Rami, home was lying here, in his bed, holding Orri close to him and breathing in the smell of foreign flowers - just as it should be.

The Helsinkian had fallen silent under Eiríkur’s sudden revelation. It was spontaneous, and it was personal - something that had merely spilled out unintentionally from the nation, certainly nothing he’d purposefully admit to Rami.

“...No,” echoed the Finn quietly, “I couldn’t. But trust me, Orri doesn’t like the way things are, either.” He stared out the window for another few seconds before he allowed his eyes to dart quickly toward the other man. “And I think that means you two can make amends.” No shit, he berated himself. Of course a nation and his capital had to more or less get along. But it felt somehow necessary to reassure Ice - if only to remind him that Rami wasn’t an entirely insensitive individual, even if he came across as a shallow person all too often.

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“Mmnope,” mumbled Rami through a mouthful of hot food, then swallowed. Fuck, he’d forgotten how hungry he was. He trudged over to the sofa and flopped down after setting his food down on the coffee table, and motioned for Turku to join him.

He didn’t bother repeating what Ilmari had disclosed the night before; it wasn’t anything worth blackmailing with, and it had actually been something meaningful that the Helsinkian was still pondering over. So he let it rest, and instead changed the topic of discussion. “Have you seen Lils lately?” he inquired as the microwave beeped.

With a grunt, the Turku native lumbered over to the freezer and yanked open the top drawer, pulling out a random box to squint at the label. “’Meatless balls’?” he read with a scoff, shoving it back where it came from. “What the fuck ‘re you eating these days…?”

Shutting the top drawer and trying his luck with the second one, Ilmari continued to root through the restocked selection of frozen dinners with an unimpressed frown on his face. After a heavy sigh of exasperation, he grabbed a halfway decent-looking box and plopped it in the microwave, waving away the strong smell of the previously microwaved meal.

“…Thanks,” he said finally, crossing his arms as he turned to face Rami. “For letting me crash here. Did I say anything stupid that I should know about?” He raised a sceptical brow as he awaited the response.