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Norrington: Sparrow, you disgust me.

Captain Jack Sparrow: Ah, so you've discussed me.

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‘I’m smarter than I look!’

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*gets addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact i exist*

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Khaire Hekate, Hail my sisters.

Bonden hadde ei dotter så ven

Friaren kjem over fjord

Med gyldne lokker og stemme så ren

Friar du ligg snart i jord

Og mang ein unger svenn svikta i kne

Friaren kjem over fjord

Men bonden ville ei dotter si gje

Friar du ligg snart i jord

For jenta mot jarnvarmen går, lysende øuga hu dræg og hu slår

Friar kan kjempe med sverd, i flamman så ender hans ferd

Ei gammel forbanning ei tung bør og ha, når dømt te å brenne hu va

Der kom en friar fra borgen i nord

Friaren kjem over fjord

Med sverd i slira og vilje så stor

Friar du ligg snart i jord

Da natta mørkna så sneik han sæ inn

Friaren kjem over fjord

Der fant han jenta og sa bli du min

Friar du ligg snart i jord

For jenta mot jarnvarmen går, lysende øuga hu dræg og hu slår

Friar han kjempe med sverd, i flamman så ender hans ferd

Ei gammel forbanning ei tung bør og ha, når dømt te å brenne hu va

Ut av jarnet sto strålandes ild

Friaren kjem over fjord

Hans kamp va hard med flammen for vill

Friar du ligg snart i jord

Og jenta trakk mot flammen i vred

Friaren kjem over fjord

Friar slår sverdet men han bli slått ned!

Friar du ligg snart i jord

For jenta mot jarnvarmen går, lysende øuga hu dræg å hu slår

Friar han kjempe med sverd, i flamman så ender hans ferd

Ei gammel forbanning ei tung bør og ha, når dømt te å brenne hu va

English:

The farmer had a doughter so fair

Friar you will come over the fjords

With golden hair and her voice so clean

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

And many young men came to ask her hand

Friar you will come over the fjords

But the farmer would not give her away

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

The girl walks towards the fire, with glowing eyes she pulls and she hits

A Friar can fight with a sword, but in the flames his journey will end

An old curse a heavy load to bear, she was condemned to burn

A Friar arrived from the castle in the north

Friar you will come over the fjords

With a sword in his shaft and willpower so strong

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

When the night darkened he snuck inn

Friar you will come over the fjords

Found the girl and said you will be mine

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

Out from the fire place came beams of fire

Friar you will come over the fjords

His fight was tough but the flames were too wild

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

And the girl walked towards the flames so angry

Friar you will come over the fjords

The Friar swings his sword but he is beaten down

Friar you will soon lay in the ground

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So like I know everyone makes fun of James Norrington in PotC for that part where Elizabeth is like “I can’t breathe” and he says “Yes, rather nervous myself” or something like that and there’s also that meme about “lol men comparing their problem to women’s” but to be fair, he was genuinely a nervous sweetheart, as soon as Elizabeth fell he was straight up ready to jump after her, he was only stopped by lieutenant what’s his face Gillete like “sir no, the rocks! It’s a miracle she missed them!”

Like yeah when I was a kid I hated Norrington cause he was in the way of Will and Elizabeth but now i’m just like… James… my love… such a pure soul… we been sleepin on you, my darling, but no more

tl;dr James Norrington is a good man & husband material, you guys are just mean

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wild palms- thor odinson

thor odinson/reader

word count: 1980

story type: hella angst (sorry)

characters: female reader, thor odinson, sam wilson, and Steve rogers

trigger warning: i curse like a sailor I'm so sorry

A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first writing piece I’ve uploaded here- I’m trying to get back into creative writing and what better way to find my way than through Marvel fanfiction. I appreciate any and all feedback! Sidenote: I did Samuel Wilson so dirty here I am so sorry. Sam deserves the WORLD and I absolutely did not give it to him in this story, but I wanted to make this as heart-wrenching as possible. Thanks for reading!

“The second time I ever saw you I learned that what I had read in books but I never had actually believed: that love and suffering are the same thing and that the value of love is the sum of what you have to pay for it and anytime you get it cheap you have cheated yourself.”

-The Wild Palms, William Faulkner

The lingering touches, the stolen smiles from across the room, the late nights staying awake talking about god knows what for hours on end; the daily “I made you coffee because you were still asleep and I know you hate everybody and everything until you’ve had caffeine and I didn’t want you to wake up angry” cups of coffee on each other’s bedsides, the delicate “you’ve got something on your face, let me get it for you” touches that are just excuses so you have a chance to finally touch each other- it’s all too much and you can’t breathe.

The rational side of your brain screams at you to lock these feelings back up and throw them to the bottom of a lake somewhere inside yourself and never acknowledge they even existed in the first place, but your brain is getting increasingly smaller by the second and pretty soon you will not be able to tell the difference between good and bad- right and wrong, and god this is wrong. But you have been holding your breath for far too long and he feels like fresh air and it’s far too painful to deny yourself breath any longer than you already have.

You realized this the third time you had acknowledged your feelings for the God of Thunder: you realized that love and the sacrifices you make for it walk hand in hand and any time you do not have anything to lose, anything to risk, you have cheated yourself of what love should be. You, yourself, have absolutely nothing to lose. You do not deserve the love- the honest to God real fucking love you crave so badly. You have too much red in your ledger for someone like him.

Your world before the Avengers was confined to the walls of the Red Room, knowing rarely of life elsewhere. You weren’t stolen from your beloved parents, you weren’t kidnapped off of the streets- you don’t have- no, you don’t get a sob story. You were selfish. The reality of the situation is that you wanted to be something better- something bigger than what your life had to offer. Your greed and pride and lust for recognition drove you over the edge of insanity; you ran off to the Red Room of your own accord at the age of twelve, naïve to the life awaiting you inside its concrete walls. Your intentions were to become the best goddamn weapon the world had ever seen, morals be damned. And you achieved your goal- you had made yourself a name by the age of nineteen; hell, you even popped up on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, finally getting at least some of the recognition you craved. But all victories come with a cost.

Your cost rang up to be watching your parents being lowered six feet underground, murdered by the very people who made you into the monster you wished to be. No weaknesses, right? After the murder of your parents, you went spiraling. You left the Soviet organization and turned yourself into S.H.I.E.L.D. Following months and months of training, therapy, and conditioning, you were again utilized as a weapon, but this time, for the good guys- for the Avengers.

Now, here you stand, gripping your glass of water so hard it might shatter, angry with yourself for believing for even a second you deserve to love and be loved by someone so kind and so… free, for loving someone you didn’t have to settle for. Clearing your throat, you set your damn-near-forgotten drink on the kitchen counter beside you. You press your back against the cool marble of the counter. Your hands go to your face as you take a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself from the crashing waves of nausea hitting your stomach.

Heavy footsteps echo through the hallway filtering into the kitchen where you are currently situated, cuing you to stand up a little bit straighter and look a little bit happier. Thor strides into the space, carrying himself as if he had wings. That confidence, that strength he possesses is something you’ve admired about him from the moment he stepped onto the grounds of the compound from the Bifröst years ago. The world could be crashing down around him and he’d still stand tall amid the chaos. His strong stature was and is formed by his kingship over Asgard undoubtedly; if not for himself, he must be strong for his people regardless of the circumstances. He never makes himself small.

“Good morning, little dove. Has sleep been kind to you in the night?” Thor’s tired, raw voice rings through the air as he mirrors your position against the countertop opposite of you. A small smile crosses your lips as you take in his sleepy appearance. A similar smile takes its place on his.

“Yeah, um…” your eyes catch his for a fleeting moment, waves of emotion threatening to spill over. You can’t have him, (Y/N). “You could say that…” you trail off. You shift your weight to your arms as you push yourself to sit on top of the counter. “How about you, dove?” you reciprocate with more enthusiasm, poking fun at the term he used mere moments ago.

The god lets out a breathless chuckle with a shake of his head, “Sleep is always no stranger to me.”

His looks, however, betray him. The darkness surrounding his usually-bright eyes, the shallow wrinkles making a home ever-so-subtly in the contours of his face not slipping your mind.  It’s no coincidence thunderstorms paint the skies during odd hours of the night- hours in which only you are awake, or so you ignorantly presumed. They always let up before morning, of course.

You sigh, locking your eyes with the god’s.“Thor, you don’t have to hide from me-”

Your sentence is interrupted by the ding of the elevator opening just a few meters from you and the god. Neither you nor Thor move from your places, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer as you shift your attention to the pair of bodies stepping out of the elevator. You shut your eyes momentarily as your heart drops at the sight of Sam and Steve making their way towards you and Thor. How foolish of you to drift so far from your reality for even one fleeting moment.

“There she is! There’s my favorite girl.” Sam hooks his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “How’d you sleep, sugarmama? I didn’t have the heart to wake you this morning when I got up. You just looked so peaceful and shit laying there.”

You clear your throat and plaster a smile of feigned affection on your face as you turn to look at Sam. “Just fine, thank you, babe.” Little did he know you had been fully awake as you pretended to sleep, your mind running marathons and jumping hurdles as you tried to figure out how to fucking get yourself together.

Steve’s hand makes contact with Thor’s shoulder as he laughs at something he said, Thor not paying much attention to him at all. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the interaction playing out between you and Sam, anger and jealousy and loneliness flooding his veins all at the same time. You, however, catch this- his change in demeanor. Before, the atmosphere surrounding the two of you was light and safe and now the tension is so thick between the two of you it can be cut right in half. Your eyes meet his again and you give him the saddest smile he thinks he’s ever seen and it just about sends him over the edge.

The god clears his throat and mutters a polite “excuse me” to Steve as he seemingly drags himself out of the kitchen and down the hallway, a small rumble of thunder shaking the skies; it’s faint, but it’s there and it hurts. The boys shake it off and start to discuss their post-run workout. You bite your lip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath in through your nose as all of your self control keeps you nailed to the counter. I’m sorry.

“Hey, (Y/L/N), wanna join us for the workout?” Steve’s voice snaps you out of your daze. “I promise we won’t go easy on you.”

Sam snickers, pulling at the baggy shirt hanging around your body. “C’mon, babe. Training’s always fun with the chococino...” Steve laughs at Sam’s remark as Sam wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Please don’t. You offer a small smirk, shoving your emotions further down your throat and into your stomach. “As tempting as your offer is, I think I’m going to take a rest day today, boys.”

You hop off of the kitchen counter and grab your glass of water. “Oh, okay, babe. I see how it is. I’ll just have to work for it today, then.” Sam snakes an arm around your waist once more as he speaks, pulling you in for a quick kiss shortly after. As your lips graze his, you feel like you want to vomit. Everything is suddenly too much and you feel as if you’re being hurled into the fucking Sun.

You’re quick to pull away and excuse yourself from the room only to find yourself standing in front of a bedroom door- Thor’s bedroom door. Before you can talk yourself out of what you’re about to do or calm yourself down at all, your knuckles rap one, two, three times on the hard wood of the door, the knocks seemingly deafening in the silence of the hallway.

“I am in no mood to converse at the moment, Rogers.” Thor’s gruff voice sounds through the door, muffled by the heavy wood of the door.

My god, you’re going to regret this. “It’s just me.” your voice comes out shakier than you had hoped it would.

Silence. There’s silence, but just for a moment. On the other side of the door, Thor has his head in his hands, gripping and pulling at his hair hoping to make himself just fucking snap out of it. He can’t have you. You. You. You. No. Thunder cracks and crashes against the sky outside. The best of him left as soon as Sam touched you.

You flinch at the sound, cursing your feet for bringing you where you obviously aren’t wanted. Your eyes fly shut. A shaky breath escapes your lungs as the doorknob twists with a creak. The door opens and Thor is met with your terrified expression. You’re not terrified of him, god no. You’re terrified of how you and he are going to get through this because you know damn well he feels the same way you do and you know damn well he’s just as scared.

“Oh, my love, come here.” Thor gently pulls you into him as he closes the door behind you, hiding the two of you from the whirring cameras lining the hallway.

You press your forehead into Thor’s chest, your hands going to his hips. One of his hands is solid on your back, the other weaving its way in your hair, holding you against him. Thor’s eyes flutter shut as he tries to memorize the feel of your body pressed against his, praying to all the gods above he gets to do this every day. How the hell is this so wrong?

“What are we doing here, Thor?” your voice breaks, loneliness and longing seeping through. Just like you hoped it wouldn’t.

“I don’t know, little one.” He tucks his chin on top of your head. “I don’t know.” The god presses a kiss to the crown of your head, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, silently saying “this is where your crown should be sitting, my queen”.

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as an older millennial i have a tremendous amount of affection for gen z. there is a wildness about you, a freedom, a kind of bravery to be yourselves and i think it’s a side effect of so many of you being older souls. you all really are the lights sent here to guide us all home, and no matter how fucked up and terrifying and hard it gets, i am glad you chose to come. the kids are, in fact, alright.

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Smiling Rollo

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I am like a snake which has shed its skin. The pattern is just the same, but the snake is new.

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“When you hear thunder it is only thunder. But for me, it is still Thor beating his hammer.”

— Rollo, Vikings

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me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

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ok i saw a tweet comparing how ryan coogler sees bucky and how the russos see bucky. and i realized they do see his character very differently.

ryan coogler the russos

the end credits if black panther pictured bucky perfectly. it showed him slowly becoming himself, healthier, the trigger words are out and he can become bucky. he looks good, healthy. he tells shuri to call him bucky instead of sergeant barnes.

the color is bright and happy, children playing and adults working. it radiates purity, the light, a new start. it's just very warm and i think it was a good use of the little snipit he got. it let people know he was ok, he's getting better.

when bucky looks out to the sun setting and you can tell he's ready to take another step. he's at some sort of peace with this new place, his new home. bucky is learning that he is a good man not the monster hydra created.

then he turns away and he's gone. we just have to assume that whatever he's doing, doing forward, is going to help him.

hahahahahaha

next time we see bucky he is helping his goats! go him, yeah? the background is grey, much more duller than the last time we saw him. he looks deflated, sad, and greasy. he looks unhealthy.

(this is the only pic i have bc fuck you why would i have sad pics of bucky?)

it makes you wonder what happened between whatever time he was in his healing in bp and then him in iw. infinity war is not a happy movie, probably one of the first movies where the heores lose.

bucky's area is now very dark, not as lively as black panther. the threes even look duller. i think this is the russos attempt to make it seem that bucky is still a dark character. ( obviously proven in what they've been saying lately ). trying to prove that he can't stay away from war and death, that this is all bucky is.

when t'challa approaches, bucky is tense because he somehow knows that he's here for something. then when the arm is shown, bucky knows, "where's the fight?"

then we see him with steve and he looks fine! yes, clean up for the war and steve. i like to believe that bucky has always felt the need to show steve he was ok. because going from how he looked when we saw him before then

the fact that the russos believe that bucky is a danger to people. "don't trust that guy with a weapon" this shows they don't know the character at all.

bucky says in civil war, "i don't do that anymore." he doesn't want to hurt people!!! the winter soldier and bucky are two differeng people. they may use the same body but they're different mind sets.

if we have to hate bucky, if we have to not trust him. then explain to why we should trust clint, how we're supposed to love him when he went out and willingly killed people.

so yeah, i hope we get more of ryan coogler handling bucky.

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Rådare (Norse Creatures)

I will be using the Swedish names/words as there are no English translations.

Rådare comes from the word “råda” which means “to rule/take care of” so a rådare is a creature that rules over something.

Every rådare rules over their own thing. For example there’s a skogsrå for every forest.

The easiest way to make them happy is through respect and gifts.

You can protect yourself from them by wearing metal.

Remember that the gift has to be biodegradable! A lot of sources say that you should give coins, clothes, tobacco etc. But this is extremely disrespectful as you’re destroying their home (and it’s generally shitty to pollute).

Even if you haven’t done anything to make them angry it’s always good to show respect by acknowledging them when you enter their home.

Skogsrå

Rules over the forest and the creatures that live there.

Usually looks like a beautiful woman with a hollow back and/or hooves and tail. She can also take the shape of different forest creatures.

If in a good mood she helps those who are lost and warns people about incoming storms.

If in a bad mood she makes sure people get lost.

If you live on your own in/close to a forest (or if you are camping) she might come at night when you’re sitting by the fire and attempt to seduce you. If you sleep with her she will keep a part of your soul and you will always have a longing and obsession with the forest.

If hunters give her gifts she might “give” them an extra big animal. Though if they manage to shoot one of the animals she protects they have to face her wrath

Havsrå

Rules over the ocean and the creatures that lives there.

Usually looks like a beautiful woman with long hair, gills, fins, and a fishtail. She can also take the shape of different sea creatures.

If in a good mood she shows fishermen where they can find the best fish or warns them about incoming storms. She can also give them good wind and help boats that are taking in water.

If in a bad mood she can trick boats into storms so they get lost or sink.

Sometimes she will seduce people and drag them down to her home at the bottom of the ocean where they are forced to work as servants.

She might stop boats and offer to buy their load, if this happens it’s best to accepts as if you say no she might get so angry that she takes down the entire ship.

Sjörå

Rules over lakes and the creatures that live there.

Usually looks like a beautiful woman with a hollow back. Unlike havsrået she has legs. She can also take the shape of different freshwater creatures.

If in a good mood she might help fishermen and warn them about incoming storms.

She only drowns people who have made her angry or if she is very hungry.

Just like skogsrået if fishermen give her gifts she might “give” them an extra big fish. Though if they manage to catch one of the creatures she protects they have to face her wrath.

Gruvrå

Rules over mountains and mines.

Usually looks like a tall woman in an elegant, grey dress. If seen wearing black it is a sure sign of death.

If in a good mood she shows miners better ore veins or warns them about any dangers.

If in a bad mood she tries to scare people away, if they ignore the warning signs she makes sure they get lost in the mine.

Enjoys silence and solitude.

Doesn’t like it when people make too much noise.

Becomes very angry if miners manage find one of the ore veins she protects.

Källrå

Rules over natural springs.

Usually looks like a young girl but most of the time she’s invisible. She can also take the shape of a toad.

If in a good mood she might show you the future though the water surface. It’s important to remember not to look for too long or too deep as you might lose yourself.

If in a bad mood she can make you sick after you’ve drank the water.

A lot of sources will say that if you sacrifice something to her before you drink the water it will heal you as well as make the water clean/drinkable. This is not true. There’s not a magical cure for deceases or disorders. Also there’s no way to magically make water drinkable. Always make sure a natural spring is clean before you drink from it.

This is compiled from my own grimoire / what I was taught growing up

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i hate when i go up north and go to restaurants and the waiter comes to take my order and im like “do yall have sweet tea??” and theyre like “no sweetheart but we have unsweetened iced tea and we can give you some sugar packets!!!” llike no you fucking yankee because now the tea is already cold so the sugar wont dissolve in it and itll all just sink the bottom and be nasty learn basic fucking solubility this is 9th grade chemistry thats why sweet tea exists in the first place you fucking heat the tea up to make it and then while its still hot you add the sugar and then you chill it and its sweet fucking tea i bet you pronounce pecan like peecan too you four seasons-having piece of shit

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IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST, JUST REMEMBER THAT I HANDLE ME AT MY WORST AND THAT MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU