#jarmo

[taistelutaide]

"Scared? You should be."

[grokebaby]

Like an abandoned vending machine, still full of products, waiting for you to put coins in without realizing it's all rotting in their wrappers

Alt:

[pedroam-bang]

Triangle Of Sadness (2022)

[englishflagcumrag]

My headcanon for Kalevi and Jarmo is that I can take them both in a fight

kalevi yes easily. jarmo has done manual labour since he was like 15 and he knows how to fight and if this is after you beat kal up he'll be super fucking mad. also you're a weenie nerd.

[jareckiworld]

Jarmo Mäkilä — Spiderman (oil on canvas, 2020)

[digitalfountains]

Heather Christensen by Jarmo Pohjaniemi

[terminusantequem]

Jarmo Mäkilä (Finnish, b. 1952), Homecoming, 2017. Oil on canvas, 150 x 120 cm

[skruttet]

Thanks you dear friends for your heartwarming wishes! Yours, Jarmo, Theremin & Moominmamma’s theme (Moominvalley, 3rd season)

[stereax]

[taistelutaide]

Jarmo vs Joel

#daily wood

[grokebaby]

Asking a few of my ocs what their fursona would be

Lassi - "Auhhmmmmm.... Eheh.. Well, uh, let's say dolphin, maybe? I'm already a bird so I guess I'm not allowed to pick that. Would human count? I've already cosplayed as one, ahah" <-his ass would be embarrassed to reply but he's cringe at heart <3

Spider - "The fuck is that? Spider. I'm already one. Something else? (stops to think for a long while) goat. Mean bastard one who bites and has an ugly beard." <-doesn't care but humors the question bc she does have an interest in nonhumanity

Jarmo - "Ah, I do not have a strong opinion on this. Would you like to suggest one? I'm rather curious!" <-has no sense of self, takes it as a bonding interaction

Nan - "Ouuuu.. Maybe a cow.. I dunnoo. I'm an old bird already... Or a field mouse. Who lives in a little wheat house. Just like in the fairytales" <-doesn't fully understand but finds the question endearing

Siru - "Sea monster." <-he'll yeag

[denizthe]

Jarmo Sarkkinen

[englishflagcumrag]

29 for your OCs for the writing prompt thing

ok i have a shit ton so i'm just picking based on the song. kaisa and a few of the mentioned characters belong to @basedjedward. also this ended up being mostly about like abuse and hereditary alcoholism so content warning for that.

29: House of The Rising Sun - The Animals // Jarmo and Kaisa

Once Jarmo gets the “where are you?” text from Kalevi, he gets to play his drunk little guessing game. Kalevi can panic all he likes but isn’t getting into a driver’s seat any time soon, so it’s anyone’s guess who he’ll call to pick him up. Iisakki’s his usual first choice - a firm, reliable dad for the situation - but he has four kids and three jobs, so he usually has to apologetically suggest Kalevi call Tuomma. Jarmo loves Tuomma with all his heart, but he hates when Kalevi enlists him - he cares far too much and gets far too worried, and Jarmo is well aware how unsexy he is in this state. If Kalevi’s mad at him, he’ll call Ben, because Ben gets all Catholic about it and he can give a good lecture when he wants to. It’s unusual, though, since Kalevi is rarely mad at him and besides that, Ben’s generally in bed by 9. And then, of course-

Jarmo doesn’t see Kaisa coming in, but he knows it’s her without having to look up. When he was a kid, he got very good at telling whose steps outside his bedroom were whose. He would recognise Kaisa’s anywhere - heavy, like their dad, but faster and without that militaristic rhythm to them. It meant, at least for that moment, that he was safe. 

She rests her hand comfortably on his back. “Kal’s getting worried again.”

“Kal’s always worried.” The words come out way more slurred than he was hoping they would. The dizziness hits him when she helps him upright, and he leans on her as she steers him to her car. It smells weird, but the window is nice and cool against his cheek.

“I’m not that drunk,” he promises, “It’s only vodka.”

“Only drinking vodka is maybe way worse than if you weren’t.” 

He chuckles. “Nah. Beer makes you an asshole.”

Kaisa does the maths easily - she’s heard this one before, and she’d probably agree if she wasn’t meant to be the responsible one here. “Beer makes dad an asshole.”

“Why'd you think he drinks it? Because he’s an asshole. Asshole drink for assholes that tastes like asshole.”

She snorts. “And you only drink vodka, because you’re so well-adjusted.”

Kaisa doesn’t mean it that way, but that doesn’t mean much to the drunk, sensitive baby living in Jarmo’s brain. He wipes his eyes before he even hears himself crying. “I’m sorry, Kisi. Are you mad at me?”

It doesn’t really faze her. Like everyone else in his life, or in the bar she picked him up from, or in his local supermarket, she’s seen Jarmo cry before. “No, man. It’s okay. But, I mean, you aren’t. Well-adjusted, I mean. Neither of us are.” 

He frowns. She’s right again. “Can we put on some music, Kisi?”

She reaches over at a red light to fuck up his hair. “Sure.”

[kausijuoppo]

Muumeja ja meemejä

[luegootravez]

Pauline Baly by © Jarmo Pohjaniemi

[jareckiworld]

Jarmo Mäkilä — "Narkissos" (oil on canvas, 2019)