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I think I might buy fried fish and chips at seafood stall, probably before or after I go to coles, soon. With chicken salt, as I like how it tastes. One of the times I went there, I walking there with using TripView, a moment that stuck out to me was I asking for that kind of salt on my chips, and I said it pretty softly, and they were a bit annoyed, yet i then said it louder.

I discovered a lot of new music this year, it blurring a bit in taste the year before / and before that. it is surprising skin of a saint is the first one on my spotif.y wrapp.ed, even though he with the butterfly on his nose was interesting, as it showed up on my app. I thought Livingston would be, as Athelstan era. *shrugs* Oh I love Sebastian Schub so much atm!

i am thankful for the nice reception athelstan received in the vikings community, he means a lot to me. I found him really interesting, I watching Vikings initially because of George Blagden, yet I found his journey interesting, I found his visions and his belief of Christ and Norse interesting.

I am thankful I found the Catholic Youth bible that eluded me in 2015 (when I first wrote him — so, my tangent of memory from living life especially in high school & what I felt from the show & looking at bible verses online), my high school bible that I learned a lot about Jesus.

I liked the bible, when I was in high school, yet okay, I quite hated Religion Class, ironically. -laughs- I liked watching Prince of Egypt in class. For Year 11 & 12, it ended up being life skills for me and Juliette. No HSC for that, just for English, which was gr9. <3 I heard bad stories about HSC, during my time at school, because students are so stressed they.. y’know. there literally is a bridge I walk across to go to school, stretching over the road. Hmm, well, Year 7 - 10 was stressful as it is.

I could understand about The Gospel of St John, and the Letters, in its beautiful papyrus smell in an olden day-esque backing, which I understand Athelstan had at the time, when he was painting at the monastery. So I touched a bit upon what his mind was like with that belief rememberance, as well as when he sub-consciously remembers other excerpts from religiously reading throughout his time living there. And of course, when he is with Ecbert at England.

I am glad I decided to have miles heizer here as a modern athelstan, as he was living on my multimuse. modern and historical lives in me, though, and I am mainly on here & sansa, as a clear window, of understanding where I am on my personal living discord. so with my phone note discord, I can talk either ic or ooc on sansa and athelstan in some colours of brilliance, which I outlined a bit in clear chronological, which watching TV / YT / Spotify / just natural air helps. Oh also, I could sometimes pop in on actual discord too, ( yet that is less predictable as I needed that for so long, just to know myself & reality ) as it is one clear space (well, more than one space, but still just one app) to centre me. I am just invisible now, so even if i am actually on there or not, I am okay with knowing what it is, as well as it being in the background at times in my life. So grey area, crow fluttering.

i could continue stories on S & A, referencing from when I felt at peace with them living on my mumu ( they would originally stay as they are ). another reason, well, that I need miles here as a visual remember as I live my life in the present, is that alex standall is struggling to just live life in this modern world ( he is ‘nice’ with his soft voice and jess says he is quiet yet I see his anger ), and I also see in general that shy sensitive boys remind me of athelstan. for example, singers like alec benjamin sing in a high sweet ballad voice & is hurting yet then I literally just see him in a car and eating a sandwich and singing to people on the street.

I talked to my friend luuk, who does asmr. I watched the glasses one all the way through again on my iPhone 8 Plus, it a bit weird of his whispering. He’s cool.

I am thankful my friend invited me to a certain discord, as I needed that medication supplement. I spoke a little there, that helping with the ❌ in my brain. people are nice. I know a certain person has been really cruel for a long time ( yet okay - I needed a perspective email window ), mocking me as I try and try to be good, as I try and try to live my life, as I see specific rule guides that come into mind, they were haunting me, like billing / card & signature guideline. I was coughing really bad, and my brain felt like it was splitting / trying to not make me, well, die. I felt hot and cold sensation, I needing to touch the bathroom wall when I was showering, to steady me. I felt this dull indignancy of my body, which I needed to watch youtube on my 8 plus, like GOT7. I felt a bad chronic emptiness, as well as violent car crash dreams and people shooting me. I felt I was barely holding on in the world, I would be gone in the next second. okay, im describing different moments in time here, but you know. I know that was only one person at specific times in my life, yet the ensnarement was bad, affecting me and my judgement. It is also fucking evil how my surroundings treated me badly in its external validation / gaslighting / relatable stories, as I gasp for breath and my brain whirring to understand, while treating me like an anonymous insect fly, I feeling like my brain is like sour worms, with its scattered disarray. Yet I have user-run windows / could have one, now too, so that helps me breathe, to communicate better, even just a little to literally anyone in my vicinity, so the relational comm is not as bad. i need my natural surroundings to stay, okay, yet I have my tools for knowing my reality with that, so… -sighs- HMmm, I see you say I am a leftist, I fought to build my house with community building tools, and acknowledged / am so kind and nice to them too. So, I see on a site that explains quite clearly about catfi.shing, and speaking specifically about posts and messages in which one generally tries to live their life with hobbies. So for example, someone might receive a message or post they see on some site I’m trying to express myself in and post in their little clique in its context as it is, as I was literally in fairytale television land / not understanding reality / drowning in terror of my whole life especially && I just…am known as that simply now ; yet just I hopefully calmer regaining my balance in the world.

I also touched upon my very long disjointed jigsaw phone bookmarks that were the in the moment / aftermath, in internal and external operation of my personal discord, as well as just mentioning their alreadied presence.

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art commissioned for me by atouchofwhimsy at dappervolk.

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His lungs ache, as he looks at Ragnar. They are in the shelter, with rain trickling down the roof, curtain drifting in the breeze. Kattegat was a strange place, he missing his monastery, his brothers.

His lungs hurt, was there something wrong with them?

Last they spoke, they were singing about listening to one's heart before they said goodbye. So much had happened, last they spoke ; last they spoke about what helped them heal ; simply being with each other, to have faith in this darkening world.

They are in Mount Sinai, where Ragnar had buried him. The viking had seen him as a ghost, saying mercy, mercy, mercy to him, a sign of hope in his waved peace sign, a candle flickering in the dark. He had become more solid since then.

He is touching and looking through the bible, he noticing Ragnar had his silver cross on his neck. A lamp is shining light in the room, he remembering seeing glorious light shine through in the barn, he hearing God.

He hears the frogs in the ranch window. You shall understand for what has come to pass, he hears God whisper.

He remembers reading the bible in the monastery, painting some illustrations.

The smell of petrichor, the smell of his bible laying on the acacia desk brought tears in his eyes. The blood of the covenant. He sees Ragnar look at him, as he is near death in a muddy ditch in Frankia.

Where are you, Allfather? Where are you, Odinn? Ragnar says weakly, clutching his wounded side, blood spurting.

Yet he did not help his brothers in the monastery, there was silence as a virtue. Where are you, God?

Athelstan thinks.

Looking up at the sky, at the ravens, at the shining golden gates in the clouds.

I saw an angel. It led me to you.

He was holding his hand out in the light.

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💖 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 💖

here you will find #085 gif icons of miles heizer in 13 reasons why, season 4 ( the last ones are from beyond the reasons ). all of them resized and edited by me. absolutely none of these gifs are mine, they all belong to @ghostpacks​. if i find more i will add them. a like/reblog is always appreciated! thank you!

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Osborne park, WA

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-- créditer LUX;

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I. I originally created Athelstan canon in Summer 2015, writing him with other roleplayers — and being a prominent and loved community member along with my muse — until Autumn 2016.

II. I said a goodbye post around then in Spring, saying I was busy with university and that I was leaving.

III. Since, I just worked on university and tafe assignments, and wrote in my verses and talked to myself. I also talked to my friend Ariel and Chris during.

IV. I deleted Athelstan the First in January 2018, feeling like I needed to get at the root of the problem, yet feeling he simply needed to rest and feel at peace with his story another time. Yet in the same month or a few weeks later -- in which I was talking to my psychologist and to Ariel -- I felt I simply needed him to breathe again in his original conception, yet writing my current 2018 + perception of him throughout, seen in my multimuse now.

V. I deleted Athelstan the Second in January 2022, after feeling my multimuse would be a better home for him canon-wise to integrate with reincarnation ( yet with distinguished tags ).

VI. I have completed writing through the rubble of a re-created canon Athelstan.

VII. Discussed through as a new post [original post contents and talking through rubble].

VIII. Faceclaim and place: George Blagden, Kattegat : Vikings era in ninth century.

IX. Unique individual vault post of 'rp partner | username.'

X. Makes me happy.

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he knows where westeros is, hearing her curt answer. distrust sounded in her tone, her eyes drawn to the ground, she not wanting to say she was from winterfell, or even king's landing -- where it was known there was a she-wolf traitor in the red keep, and an runaway girl. yet she says this city, as it was very well-known, she remembered being confused about the name of it and the red keep. for who would name the city that, she knew it to be aegon the conqueror, yet thought the red keep a more apt name ; there was always red sand dusting the air as she chased cats.

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she eats bread with the lothbrok family at the brown wooden table, she not at ease with anyone except for lagertha whom was kind. she had seen cat wandering about the village, the other having travelled here by boat in the sea. she tugging at the white bandage on her neck, a dried wound from her being slashed in the neck shallowly at harrenhall, where she saw her friends held victim to the tickler and polliver. the walls of the house was light yellow thatched. lagertha had noted the dried blood on arya's sword, thinking she had killed men before, as she had travelled dangerous waters.

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rise and run and eat with us hums in arya's throat, she seeing visions of her brother and lady mother, slaughtered at the red wedding. as she lay in the forest bed with the hound, fairy lights glittering in its stringing through the trees. she had dreamed it before it happened, not knowing what would happen at the wedding, yet a strong sense of foreboding. she looks at the soup, saying, 'it's a bit too much like wine, i don't wish to get drunk,' athelstan hearing her soft voice. she and the hound had nearly got killed when sleeping in the forest, the other being drunk, yet she had only daintily took a sip, then stabbed with needle when they came to kill her and him. the blood had dripped black onto her sword as she raised it up to look at it.

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bloodiedwolf:

‘ i don’t know any more. ’ it’s a lie, but it isn’t. arya knows the names. ( she sees the flashes, every time she closes her eyes. rise and run and eat with us. she jabs her fingers into the hole in her chest to draw them away bloody and maybe she knows more about it than anyone except the dead. ) still, her voice is oddly calm around the vicious anxiety knocking in her ribcage, the urge to bolt, to seal herself off completely. you won’t understand. you can’t. leave me alone. what do you want from me? she’s watchful to ensure none of it enters her mouth. watchful to ensure she doesn’t say anything that could be used against her later. ‘ they’re dead. there’s nothing more to understand. ’

i am the king in the north, robb remembered, as he slew people on the battlefield, wearing blood-spattered grey and silver armour. his hands are like a dolphin's flippers, he feeling the air around him as he grips his sword, he swiftly bringing justice to his enemies. he had remembered his vows to the freys, they doing battle with him, as he spoke to walder about marrying his daughter roslin and forming an marriage alliance. he had seen jeyne as a nurse in the field though, she having to amputate a soldier's leg, he seeing her work so tirelessly and thinking she brave, as they talk in the tent. there was a lot weighing on the young man's back, he feeling weighted by responsibility. he had seen fellow soldiers once bring in dead lannister boys, he feeling conflicted, as they were children -- yet they had said an enemy is an enemy. he touches arya's foot with his furred paw, she seeing this vision forming in her head.

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ecclesiastes was a beautiful verse he spoke to cat, he saying the wedding was an intimate regicide that shattered the beauty of seasonal change. he sees the bowl of soup he pushed towards her wasn't perhaps seen by her, or she may not want to drink it, as she could not be hungry. he smiling modestly, and looking shyly.

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her boot is nearly knee high, having marks on it, as she walked a long way with the hound. they had travelled to the twins from the green fork, where sandor had chopped off her hair ; a terrible hairdresser, she thought dryly. she hopes he wouldn't know her as the daughter of ned stark, yet how could he? she was cat, the daughter lagertha adopted. she wished she had known gyda, who she heard tales about from she and ragnar, and the priest before her talked about her with sad reminiscence as well. as she sometimes saw him pet a rabbit and speak to her, he saying she was gyda.

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his light blue eyes, glow white in his irised pupil as he says he wants to understand. as cat clasps her hands to her chest, wondering why this priest would speak so mildly yet was asking too much of her, asking anything of her. he was a stranger who didn't know her life. as her eyes wander, she thinking about what to do, her chest clamoring in hitched breath, she sees a brown turret of a house with fireworks in the night sky of kattegat, colours of aquamarine green and yellow and red. it was quite beautiful. she wears a beret to guise further she was a boy as she travelled with the hound, she recalled, as they saw the riverlands, not seeing the red wedding itself, yet she saw grey wind's head ( robb's direwolf, she remembered ) on a stick, and the freys laughing as fire flickered in celebration.

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athelstan is reading the bible, it was blue and pink and yellow with white grainy sand, shown to him by jess. as they drink wine and eat brioche bread ; the last supper in honor of christ. she says she doesn't drink wine, drinking tea. he had mostly remembered the gospel of saint john, as that was the illustrative gospel he had been painting at the time of the monastery raid. he had started painting other works as well during his monastic tenure. bread was an important food in many cultures too, he remembered, as was rice. it could soak liquid in the stomach, like a sponge dipped in soup. he reads in wonderment of the story of why jesus liked bread, going to the passover where he was feeding barley bread to them, teaching about the bread and wine in a capernaum synagogue.

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gyda is painting, her blonde hair in a long blond plait at the side. it's not a broom, she says to a classmate who said it was. she liked wearing her hair like that, a wild swan viking. there was a new teacher called athelstan whom interested her. he noticed she was painting runes of unique entwined shapes, he curious at the pattern.