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Finnish rper muns every time you like my suomen kieli posts I get very :) emoji and also I am posing very cutely. Just a PSA
The city centre of Helsinki, Finland. 1947.
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Colored photos of women in traditional folk costumes, Finland 1940
[ hiccups ] do you see that bear over there? if you wrestle it and win, i'll take three shots. OF VODKA. if you lose, you drink. then, i'll have a go at it and --- i don't know where i'm going with this.
Timo looks over toward the fat lump of an animal, minding its business and scratching at a tree. Perfect. Alright Dmitriy, you asshole. Thus goes his internal monologue.
“Oh, is that the challenge? Three shots of vodka? Haista vittu, pussy. I’ll show you.” Making a show of cracking his knuckles, Timo wiggles his fingers and, with a flourish, snatches the half-empty bottle from Dima, draining another portion of it in a few heavy swallows before handing it back to the other. Of course he would do so! It’s liquid courage, and to tackle a bear sober is suicide, even if it’s well-practiced. But he has a point to prove, so he spreads his feet shoulder-width in a stance and ventures over to the unsuspecting animal.
Unsuspecting that is, until it spots Timo with his shoulders brought back and posture assured, obvious and looking for a challenge. It sniffs the air, scratches the bark once more, before scooting backward on its wide fuzzy ass and grumbling, only a slight roar, in warning. It fazes the Finn not, having faced down enemies more mechanical and much louder before, so before his liquid courage can dissipate, he releases his own roar, a battle cry to rival that of a mama bear’s, and rushes the final couple meters to tackle the animal around its wide midsection, both arms grappling its center-weight and taking hold of his own wrists to counterbalance. Teeth grit, Timo grunts, planting his feet flat, as solid as tree roots, and swivels on his heels, attempting to dislodge the bear from its position at the very least. It’s wrestling, is it not? he figures, so judo, grappling, all these sorts of martial arts--well, it might as well be the same.
Primal instincts take over; a piece of Timo’s molar splinters with the strength of his grinding jaw. The bear claws at his back, slashing through the fabric of his jacket and shirt, nicking his back in a few wonderfully straight lines to match several bouts of scar tissue, before he shoves forward, pushing a hacking growl from the bear’s diaphragm. As the bear inhales, Timo spares his dominant arm to swing upward, hooking behind the neck, the balls and toes of his feet swivelling to propel him up and over the beast until he straddles it, taking hold of his own wrists once more in a rear choke. The bear groans, shaking its head against the flex of Timo’s arms, well-practiced and holding from many a decade of the strange wilderness that his country prides itself on; so he grips his wrist and elbow tighter against the force, tensing as the bear rolls and bashes against a couple trees, attempting to shake the human off to no avail. Timo squints, closes his eyes, grits his teeth; opens them, and grins as wide and sharp as a bear himself when the animal resorts to snorting and shaking its wild, loose skin, trudging around and moping while Timo breathes from his gut, heavy and triumphant, riding the bear like a prized steed, his teeth flashing among the evergreen backdrop:
“You owe me three shots of vodka you son of a whore!”
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Hi all! My apologies for the drop this past while!
Firstly, my jaw has absolutely been killing me since my wisdom teeth removal. Talk about inopportune, right? Apparently I had to have my teeth removed in a certain way because they were so weird in the first place that I had no choice but to suffer... lol.... so that was fun... I’ve been under the weather and under a bunch of painkillers every few hours....
FUCK
and then my jaw cracked today
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND MY LAPTOP BATTERY DIED!!!! So I have to wait on a new one for that! Regardless of all this, I’ve been moving into a new place in the country so the WiFi isn’t DIRE per se but it has been frustrating... and I’ve been applying for jobs as well... so I’ve just been a bit like Not Willing To Rp On Here is all. I’m sorry if this has caused problems! But please consider me as well :( it’s been rough. Please be nice. I’ll try to be on Timo more very very soon but it’s been hard lately! Thank you for reading if you do!
*I would love some nice messages if you do read this. It’s been rough for real! wahhhhhh len is tired....
Hyökkäys (The Attack) - Edvard Isto 1899
Finnish 1865-1905
The painting symbolizes Finnish resistance to Russification. The two-headed eagle of Russia is tearing away the law book from the Finnish Maiden’s arms.
Museiverket, Finland
Helsinki. Lasipalatsi 1936
Saami girl with reindeer, Finland 1938 (Otso Pietinen)
russia and finland being frenemies?
somehow it became them being drunk.
I believe this is my first finland ever!
Finnish soldiers remove the Soviet star from the desecrated church’ door. 8th of August 1941 Jaakkima, Finland. (Modern day Яккима, Russia.)
Sotilaat poistavat neuvostotähden kirkon ovesta. Jaakkima 1941.08.08
kalapirtit
Hakkapeliitta is a historiographical term used for a Finnish light cavalryman in the service of King Gustavus Adolphus of Sweden during the Thirty Years’ War (1618 to 1648). Hakkapeliitta is a 19th century Finnish modification of a contemporary name given by foreigners in the Holy Roman Empire and variously spelled as Hackapelit, Hackapelite, Hackapell, Haccapelit, or Haccapelite. These terms were based on a Finnish battle cry hakkaa päälle (English: Hack on them; Swedish: hacka på), commonly translated as “Cut them down!
It was said by their enemies that the Hakkapeliitta were invulnerable because of witchcraft; prayers said in Roman Catholic churches in Germany during the Thirty Years’ War specifically mention them: “A horribile Haccapaelitorum agmine libera nos, Domine”. (“O Lord, deliver us from the terrible army of the Haccapelites”)
“HI Nor he said he wanted to come to your place! Where I will put him?”
“To the trash bin, thanks.”
kuulkaa korpeimme kuiskintaa, jylhien järvien loiskintaa meidänpä mainetta mainivat nuo, koskien ärjyt ja surkeat suot
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