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[gobajasailing]

Sea of Cortez Sailboat Charter

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[ephemeralfogg]

Dumb head cannon after reading chainsaw man chapter 120

What if after Nayuta's mind control, Asa develops a liking for the smell of dogs, but doesn't know why

She would walking her way back to school and think to herself, "why does this place smell better?"

She would try to distance herself from Denji, but he smells good to her now, so she keeps thinking "why does he smell good all of the sudden? Did he put on cologne? Wait did he put on cologne for me? Does that mean he actually likes me?"

[sugar-grigri]

BEWARE OF FAMI

I need you to follow me on this but... I like to find answers to questions raised by new chapters in previous ones.

As I've often said, even if Fujimoto likes to set up funny or seemingly innocuous scenes, nothing is innocuous and everything has a meaning. Nothing could be more normal than for a film fan to follow Chekov's rule of the gun.

But here our rifle is not a rifle, nor is it a chainsaw. It's a fridge.

Didn't it strike you as odd when, in one of the previous chapters, Denji introduced the rules set down by Nayuta, rules that seemed like common sense, like don't rummage in the fridge.

Now let's connect the dots. I don't think Nayuta set up these rules with Fami in mind, but it's just a more meta reading key that Fujimoto gives us. A key to understanding which side Fami is on.

Don't open the fridge = don't contract Fami.

Fami seems harmless and extremely funny, wanting to save mankind for the pleasure of eating pizzas and swallowing bread faster than her shadow. But there are a few things I'd like us to understand.

If Makima has made you remember one thing, it's that you shouldn't trust the characters' claims: as far as I'm concerned, those at the head of Chainsaw Man, notably Fami and the fake Chainsaw Man, want to give all their power to a new chainsaw demon, making the real Chainsaw Man weaker and more ineffective. By literally taking the wind out of his sails and setting up a new champion: Asa Mitaka.

Part 2 focuses on parasocial relationships. You really don't find this page strange? I've seen a lot of people rave about how badass Asa has become. PRECISELY! She's not supposed to be, we've seen that Asa wasn't made to be a heroine (I don't mean that in a negative way). The sword must be something that belongs to her: so what's in her hands? She's clumsy, so why does she look so confident? The only way she can fight properly is when she's possessed by Yoru: where are the marks?

All this to say that this page does not represent Asa Mitaka. It's a rumor, a collective opinion that people project onto her, maybe even a rumor. In any case, just like people with Chainsaw Man: an idealized portrait.

Seriously, don't you think that between Yoshida's dilemma and Fami's, we're trying to paralyze Chainsaw Man as much as possible? Isn't it contradictory to want to help Chainsaw Man by depriving him of his function? By inviting his intentions?

The aim is not to help Chainsaw Man, but to weaken him, to paralyze him, to bring to the fore not a first, a second, but a third Chainsaw Man.

No, Fami is not an ally.

[khutsydoh]

tagged by @cryptidlark to make a poll of my favourite female characters. Thank you for the tag💖

Tagging @wobubling @apamates @tragediegh @spending-life-pretending @jewishdainix

[contemplatingoutlander]

These moments totally happened at the GOP primary debate

WaPo satirist Alexandra Petri add her spin on the Republican primary debate. This is a gift 🎁 link so that those who do not subscribe to The Washington Post can read the entire article. Below are some excerpts. Enjoy! 😁

If you said, “Would you like to watch Ron DeSantis, Vivek Ramaswamy, Nikki Haley, Tim Scott, Doug Burgum, Mike Pence, Asa Hutchinson and Chris Christie talk to each other for two hours? FYI, the place where they’ll do so is hotter than Beelzebub’s armpit!,” I would have said, “No, thank you.” But if you said, “The alternative is watching Donald Trump talk to Tucker Carlson on the website formerly known as Twitter,” I would say, “I can’t wait to hear what Ron, Vivek, Nikki, Tim, Doug, Mike, Asa and Chris have to say!” [...] Here is approximately how it went. Bret Baier: Hello. We have brought a bell just because we enjoy the sound of a bell. Martha MacCallum: Feel free to speak over it; it will give the evening a fun, musical vibe. Baier: Yes, and speaking of music, candidates, the number one song in America is something called “Rich Men North of Richmond”! Governor DeSantis, introduce yourself by providing a close reading of the subtle lyrics of this song. DeSantis: Hang on, first I have some prepared remarks! Joe Biden’s basement! Hunter Biden’s paintings! “Rich Men North of Richmond”! Taxes! Florida! Baier: Chris Christie, why would you be better as president? Christie: Bret, I have spent the last four years sailing around sharpening my traffic-cone harpoon for my hated foe (from hell’s heart I spit my last breath at him!), and the one question I did not expect was about a scenario where I could actually become president. Uh, I was governor of New Jersey? So, take that for what it’s worth.

[See more under the cut.]

Scott: I have come to this debate with some specific numbers at my fingertips! I was told everyone would be excited about specific numbers! If not, I would really like those hours back. Ramaswamy: Hello! You may be wondering, who is this skinny guy with a funny name? I’m not a politician who is going to offer you a series of prepared, meaningless platitudes. I’m a businessman with no political experience who is going to offer you a series of prepared, meaningless platitudes. Isn’t it time we stopped running away from things and started running toward things? I am not running for president so much as I am running for the title of Favorite Grandson of your Fox News grandmother. Have you ever considered that people don’t love God anymore? [...] Pence: Hello! I am here to recite scripture and keep referring to the Trump-Pence administration, and I’m all out of scripture. That was some Mike Pence humor; I will never be out of scripture! I am unquestionably the best-prepared person in this race, the single individual with the experience that is closest to being the president, with no exceptions that spring to mind. I have been in the hallway. I have been in the White House. Do you like what my administration did with the Supreme Court? [...] Ramaswamy: You think now is the time for incremental reform. I think it is the time for actual revolution. Pence: Good Lord, no thank you. I do not have any revolutionary proposals. I believe in mild, small, incremental change. Except for a nationwide 15-week ban on abortion, which I want to implement because I promised it to God. Haley: Let’s be realistic! Women hate hearing this. Let’s just admit that it will never happen. But we’re all going to say we want it to happen! But, ladies, it’s not going to happen. [...] Young Person: Please tell me that anyone on this stage believes in climate change, the only issue I care about because I anticipate living on this planet for at least 60 years. I am starting to get worried. Can we have a show of hands? DeSantis: No! We are not schoolchildren! We will not raise our hands or acknowledge the existence of science! Ramaswamy: As the only one on this stage who is not bought and paid for, I have a thought. Christie: I have had enough of a guy who sounds like ChatGPT and stole his opening gambit from Barack Obama. I came here to bludgeon Donald Trump verbally, but Trump is not here and I have a lot of verbal bludgeoning built up. [...] Baier: Why do we have homelessness, drugs and crime? Pence: Because Democrats talked about defunding the police, and everyone knows that if you say “Defund the police!” into a mirror three times, crime appears. It’s just science, or, as Governor DeSantis and I prefer, religion. Christie: I disagree. Crime went up because Hunter Biden did it.

Please use the gift link above to read the rest of Petri's cutting satire.

Just one thing I would like to comment on though. I grew up in NJ... BEYOND the exits on the Turnpike. Why does there always have to be a NJ joke?🤦🏻‍♀️There really are nice parts of NJ. Really. I mean it. 😉

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[marthawrites]

Mutuals appreciation game!

Thanks for the tag @aemondsbabe!!! ♥

music genres: indie rock, indie pop, psychedelic pop, electronic, hip-hop, raggae, rap, alternative, rock

shows & films: Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A24, Black Sails, Marvel, Bob's Burgers, Adventure Time, Lord of the Rings, Mike Flanagan

colors: Purple, green, blue

characters: Aemond Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Samwise Gamgee, Wanda Maximoff

musicians: Glass Animals, Dirty Heads, Odesza, Post Malone, Atmosphere, Avenged Sevenfold, My Chemical Romance

I wasn't sure how many to do for each group, so I tried to keep it to my classic faves! This was equally fun and anxiety inducing because uhhhh what do I like again!? LOL

No pressure tagging: @aemonds-fire @thought--bubble @kaelatargaryen @the-common-cowgirl @ripdragonbeans

@vermithorn @humanpurposes @eiralune @asa-do-your-thing @aegonx

and anyone else who wants to do it! ♥

[mothmiso]

20240512 群馬八王子など / Gunma Hachioji etc. (2) by hira Sail

Via Flickr:

(1) 足利北部の地質褶曲地帯 Geological fold zone in northern Ashikaga. 両毛線足利駅付近から北を見る。 Looking north from near Ashikaga Station on the Ryomo Line. (2) 浅川上流側 Asa River upper side. Asa means shallow.     

[kishmae]

Evermore

Adrian Felipe "Pepe" Malic dela Cruz Alindogan - is my Headcanon name for HWSPhilippines (Can still be changed)

Arin Izzati Bolkiah - is my OC!Brunei

There are some short mentions of other ASEAN members and hints of Spain.

Inspired by Habang-Buhay by Zack Tabudlo, try listening to the song it is very cute and light-hearted. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkX3iiI317k

Also, I only used google translate for the Malay translation of the song, so I am sorry in advance for the incorrect/inaccurate translations.

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Aking sinta

Ano bang meron sa iyo

Pag nakikita ka na

Bumabagal ang mundo

The Republic of the Philippines asks himself, what does Negara Brunei Darussalam have that makes the world suddenly stop?

No, what does Arin Izzati Bolkiah have that makes the world freeze?

Is it her gentle golden-brown eyes? Her calm and regal smile? What about her adorable button nose? Oh... Oh! Maybe it's her cheerful and lightheaded laughter? Or perhaps it's all of the above?

Yes, that must be it. Adrian Felipe "Pepe" Malic dela Cruz Alindogan, the personification of the Republic of the Philippines, nods in agreement.

Apabila kamu senyum

Ia seperti orang lain

Apabila melihat saya

Anda akan membuka mata anda

Saya tidak dapat lari dari kecantikanmu yang tenggelam

datang sini

"Malic," Arin calls the nodding nation, intending to get their attention.

Upon hearing his third name, Felipe broke off from his thoughts and then smiles at the Bruneian woman.

'Oh, Allah.' Arin could not help but think as she got caught in his smile. It was as if she was drowning in the depths of Felipe's beautiful purple eyes. The exact same set of eyes that shone like how it was centuries ago with vigor, pride, might, happiness, and everlasting love. That captured both her heart and mind. Arin has to break her stare to stop herself from falling even more and tries to regain her posture. "Come here."

Tignan mo lang ang aking mga mata

Wag kang titingin na sa iba

Akin ka na

Wala ng iba

Felipe wants to curse himself after he sees Brunei avoid his eyes. Did he make himself look stupid? Are there any creases on his uniform? Is his hair tangled? Or is there sand in his eyes? Yes, he had to admit that he had just woken up and rushed into the meeting. Though, he did bathe and did his facial before leaving the house. Maybe he just missed it along his run. He just can't himself, the mobile game he was playing was addicting, and good players only play in the evening.

For sure, Felipe is not an insecure person, especially regarding his looks. But he does get conscious whenever Arin is around.

It's his reflex to look dashing and handsome so that Arin's eyes would only focus on him and nothing more or no one else.

Saya akan berada di sini sehingga kita tua

Saya akan sayang awak selagi awak jatuh

saya pegang

Cuma jangan berputus asa

Selagi saya masih hidup, saya milik awak

Sensing that Felipe had stopped approaching. Arin confusingly looks at him and wonders but then jolts in surprise as she sees him suddenly wiping his entire face using his sleeves.

Arin then lets out a laugh as Felipe takes out his cell phone, seemingly using it as a mirror to check his face. And it seems that his attention to his visage and self-care did not change.

It has been years - No - Centuries that they have met. But even so. Arin could never get enough of Felipe's presence.

It does not matter that when time could finally catch up on them, their hair turning gray, their skin wrinkled, or their bones brittle. She would continue standing there beside him.

And despite their separation for nearly four centuries. Years of yearning, loneliness, and pain. She reminds herself that she had loved him longer than that. And will continue to do so.

How could she not?

He was her sun, her light, and even her breath. He was the air that would drive the sails of the ships bringing her to places she had never been but would always cherish.

He would sing songs for her, dedicating his passion and love for her that made her fall deeper than ever before. And she would not worry about falling because she already knows - he would catch her no matter what.

And she promises that as long as he accepts her, she will be his till eternity.

Wala ng ibang

Nakagawa sa akin ng ganto

Kundi ikaw

Nag-iisang diyosa ng buhay ko

Hearing her chuckle, Felipe turns off his cell phone and then puts his attention towards her. She still looks adorable when laughing. And he can't help lovingly smiling at her.

Felipe knows that if Spain finds out, he might force him to kneel on salt.

As he was never loyal to a single God. For he believes in two.

The Almighty God. And this Goddess in front of him.

She had made him do things he never thought he could.

He made her sonnets, songs, and poems that could make any creature who reads them blush. At first, he wrote on leaves, bamboo, and copper. But as those vanish due to time and colonization. He did not let it stop him.

Despite his memories slowly fading, forgetting her name but never her face. He continues writing - now, using paper, until those pilled up and turned into books. Books that did not mention her name but perfectly describe his devotion unto her.

He prays to God every single day and those prayers contain wishes of happiness and protection for her. And for him to meet her again.

Felipe then approaches Arin after she had stopped her laughing. Standing beside her, he asks. "Is my beauty that dazzling that it makes you laugh hard?"

Jangan takut

jangan takut

Saya ada di sini bila awak keseorangan

Saya tidak dapat lari dari kecantikanmu yang tenggelam

datang sini

Arin then stares at the man beside him and answers, "Yes."

Felipe did not expect that straightforwardness, so he mockingly put a hand above his heart, acting like he was having a heart attack. And before he could make a rebuttal, Arin beat him first. "You look absolutely breathtaking. That makes me think if you are some kind of supernatural being or what."

Now he is not acting. His heart is literally under attack. Dramatically Felipe sits into the nearest chair like the drama king he is. And Arin follows and sat next to him, still laughing at his state.

Arin was - is always on Filipe's side. Even if the world would go against him, she would stay. She would not allow the two of them to separate again. She does not want to again experience those bitter lonely centuries without him.

And this time, she would do anything for it to never happen. She would never let him experience the same loneliness she felt without him.

She was drowning in her tears at the news of his fall in the hands of those colonizers. She wanted to go sailing into his kingdom and demand his return. But her Sultan did not allow her to do so. And then the war happened, and she lost him.

And thankfully, he came back.

But it was painful to know that some of his memories had begun to fade. Gone were those times when they were sailing across the seas, trading with powerful kingdoms, and fighting together against one of the largest empires in the region... And even their marriage.

She bitterly curses that man for the damages he has done. But despite that, he still remembers her face. He still remembers her. And she could not help but cheer when he did.

She now knows that, despite the years of separation. She still has a place in his life. A place where she could still stand beside him and admire his overflowing beauty and brightness.

Tignan mo lang ang aking mga mata

Jangan pandang orang lain

Akin ka na

Tiada yang lain

"Now, stop playing with me." Felipe huffs as he fans himself. Staring at her beautiful eyes he continues. "You know how I hate liars."

"I'm not." Yes, she knows. She knows full well. His history was full of liars and traitors that broke him, making him not like the same nation as he was centuries ago. But he was still her bright and smiling Malic.

Boldly, Arin pulls her chair closer to him and stares him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful purple eyes of his. "You have always looked majestic and beautiful Malic."

The look they give one another can only be described as pure unimaginable love. A love that transcends time. An unconditional love that can never be replaced despite years of separation.

The level of love is never constant; it consistently changes. But it is without a doubt that these two will choose each other to spend their every day with one another. And for the two of them, no one is comparable to their lover. Arin will always be Felipe's. And Felipe will always be Arin's. They are for each other and no one else.

Andito ko hanggang sa ating pagtanda

Mamahalin kita basta't pag nahulog

Naka hawak ako

Wag ka lang bibitaw

Habang buhay na ako'y iyo

He would not let anyone take him away from Arin. Not this time, not ever.

He swore.

This time, Felipe intends to stay with her till they grow old.

He plans to continue writing poems, singing songs, and traveling with her as long as his body will let him.

He had loved her longer than the existence of most countries. And he will continue until his own time will run out. Loving Arin is something involuntary for him.

It was chance that they met, but he was fated to fall head-over-heels for her. And he will continue loving her, giving her everything he could provide. And seeing her happy is his goal in life.

"No, Arin. It is you that is the majestic one." Smiles Felipe. Bravely he grasps his hand into her, interlocking them. Oh, how her small hands perfectly fit well with his. It was as if it was perfectly made to hold each other.

Punggung pun dah bongkok

Malah kepala anda benar-benar kelabu

Anda akan menari sehingga mata kami tertutup

Hearing him say that made Arin's face turn into a vibrant shade of red. Her mind immediately went offline not knowing how to respond to him. She let out a few intangible words.

Seeing his effect on her, Felipe smiled brightly. Then unexpectedly pulls her into a short embrace. Their embrace is cut short, but Felipe still holds her hands, and laughing twirls her around and dances.

Her foot was uncoordinated, expected from a woman being caught off guard. But after a few moments, she managed and followed Felipe's lead.

The two then start to dance across the room. No choreography nor digital music were accompanying them, except for Felipe's humming.

This moment, though not planned, reminded Arin of the days of the past.

It was just like this. The dancing alone, feet on the warm white sands, the moon being their only source of light, the calming sound of the waves, and the beautiful voice of Felipe ringing in her ears. It was peaceful, and relaxing.

And Arin couldn't help but immerse herself and close her eyes. Leaning into his chest. An action she always does when she is comfortable when she feels at home. Well, she is home.

Wala naman na kong hiling pa

Bastat kasama ka habang buhay na

Kuntento ako basta't ikaw lang kasama

Ikaw kasama ko

Noticing Arin's closed eyes and her body comfortably in his embrace once again. Felipe breathes a sigh of relief, before encircling his hands around her waist, protectively securing her unto him.

'This is the life, and I have nothing more to ask for.' He was content with this scenario. No. He will always be contented as long as Arin is with him, safe, sound, and happy.

His memories may have blurred a few moments with her. Taking out the past images of him holding her. But it did not take how it felt to be in this position.

Her body radiates the warmth he craves every night when he was alone without her. The soothing scent she emits pacifies him. The softness of her body molded into his. And importantly, her. Her being with him. Him being with her. He could not ask for anything more.

For Arin, Felipe was her Always. And for Felipe, Arin is his idea of everlasting beauty.

Cinta saya

Apa masalah awak?

Ketika saya melihat anda

Dunia semakin perlahan

Tignan mo lang ang aking mga mata

Wag kang titingin na sa iba

Akin ka na

Wala ng iba

Saya akan berada di sini sehingga kita tua

Saya akan sayang awak selagi awak jatuh

saya pegang

Cuma jangan berputus asa

Selagi saya masih hidup, saya milik awak

Tignan mo lang ang aking mga mata

Wag kang titingin na sa iba

Akin ka na

Wala ng iba

The two continue on slow dancing inside the room not knowing how long has time passed by nor do they really care. They only put their entire attention on themselves, on the small world they created and they cherish and love.

They did not notice how the other ASEAN nations enter the room looking for the two of them. Malaysia was about to loudly call them, but thankfully Singapore manages to reach up and cover his brother's mouth.

Indonesia covers Timor Leste's eyes in hopes that the little girl did not see anything. Whilst his face turned red in the intimacy of his fellow South East Asian neighbors.

Thailand only responds by smugly snapping a picture of the couple, cheering internally at their cuteness and silently congratulating them.

Vietnam simply hides in her nón lá in embarrassment as she thought that they were intruding on the couple and wants to leave them alone ASAP.

Cambodia reacts by hiding behind the taller Laos who snickered and in turn videos the dancing couple with no shame. Also planning to upload it into their group chat later.

Myanmar just shrugs and continues eating the Bein mont he bought earlier from a local street vendor.

The other South East Asian nations with their different reactions continue to silently stare at the two - well except Timor Leste.

The moment was only broken when someone loudly asks.

"Why are you covering my eyes Dirga? Are they Fucking?!"

"Timor!"

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nón lá  -  Vietnamese Hat

Bein mont  - A popular street food in Myanmar (I hope you guys are doing well)

And yes, Arin often finds herself calling Felipe, Malic. As it is her favorite name of his among others. 

Hope you enjoyed the story. 3

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Ehehehehe new OCs for this one! Well i've had them for a long time but never said much about them yet because I was waiting for this!! Reminder again that next chapter will be in 2 weeks

Warnings: None for now?

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Dayamanti Arcano, Dielle Arcano, Jorren Varangr, Kyne Varangr, Kodlak Varangr, Merla Varangr, Julio Aquila + Crew, Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy @endlessly-cursed, Elidon Greyloc, Brokenshire & Cairncross Family @cursebreakerfarrier, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda @gaygryffindorgal

Song: Ode to Fury by Miracle of Sound

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Chapter 2: Svalbard

“So where are we going?” Dayamanti asked as soon as they reached the open ocean.

“Svalbard,” Dafne replied.

“Why there? You honestly don’t think Valhalla is there, do you?”

“No. But like you said, I can’t possibly take on a mountain full of zombies by myself. We need some help, and maybe see if they have any more information.”

“They?” Dayamanti questioned with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“The Varangrs. It’s their history too, so it’s only fair that we ask.”

“Alright then,” she replied and went to work angling the sails, the longship turning to head north.

The journey would take them roughly three days with the help of enchantments upon the sails to increase their speed. It would be easy enough as Dayamanti had made the journey herself a few times for the Arcano Trading Co. The longship itself wasn’t too large, however the deck was just large enough to set up a small tent which, of course, was larger on the inside.

Dafne ducked and entered the tent to get out of the bitter cold wind and ocean spray. The tent once belonged to Alatar so the interior was very simple consisting of a few cots, a small bonfire in the center, and various rugs and furs piled on the ground around it.

Picking a comfy looking fur, Dafne sat down upon it and pulled another tight around herself. Producing the purple journal once belonging to her ancestor, she began to read.

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Iolanthe Arcano, Magiens Mester

Entry #1

Date: May 15th, 1928

This is it. I’m finally going to do it after years of planning. I’ve got some vacation time coming up and everything is in order for when I’m gone. It could just be a bedtime story passed down for generations, but I’m betting it’s real. If it is, I can only imagine the amount of long forgotten knowledge hidden away in that city. Now all I need to do is find myself a team, and I have a pretty good idea who can help me..

Entry #2

Date: June 1st, 1928

We have managed to gain passage on a skyship called the Empyrean. I am familiar with Captain Aquila, we’ve been friends for a while. He has incredible navigation skills that will be a big help. Along with the ship's crew, I have also hired my own crew.

Senior Undersecretary Elidon Greyloc was my first pick. My second pick, of course, is my beloved Atticus. They were both an instant hire. As for the rest of the team, I have hired a few members from both the Cairncross and Brokenshire families.

Doctor Elias Cairncross and Reginald Brokenshire are leaders in their respective fields. Their knowledge of cultures and languages will be very beneficial. Also joining the team is Reginald’s son Asa Brokenshire and Elias’s daughter Zelda Cairncross. Zelda is an anthropologist whereas Asa has skills with defending against the Dark Arts. It must really run in their family, because I also hired Zelda’s son Leo Cairncross. I’ll have three generations of experts with me.

Lastly, Irene Quinn and Agnes Malinda round out the team. Irene is a private investigator, a skill I believe will come in handy for solving problems. Her partner Agnes is a journalist, to my dismay. I personally don’t want to get the press involved but Irene requested her help. I’d hate for the press to get news that my expedition was useless if this story ends up just that. A story.

Entry #3

Date: June 25th, 1928

We’ve been traveling on foot across the north of Norway for nearly a month now, occasionally taking the Empyrean if the distance is too far. After the Empyrean lands, we make our way to a few sites we thought might have the city. One after one we crossed off the list, not finding any hints of any entrances among the mountains. The team is getting restless and homesick, having nothing to show for weeks of camping. Even during summer, the north of Norway still has snow up high in the mountains.

Most days are long, requiring travel by foot or aparating longer distances. By choosing to do this in the summer, we have the luxury of not wasting daylight as the Midnight Sun never sets in the north. Although, it can be challenging to try to sleep under the almost sunset. This also proves difficult for navigating as our most skilled navigator Jules Aquila usually uses the stars at night to guide him.

We only have a handful of possible locations left to check. I’m starting to lose hope of the lost city even existing. If we don’t find anything, I’m worried my team might think I dragged them out on a wild goose chase to waste their time on a fairytale.

Entry #4

Date: August 3rd, 1928

I knew it! Ever since I was a child listening to the stories by the fire, I’ve dreamed of finally reclaiming the lost wizard city of Valhalla. I’ve studied the stories and maps for years and I have asked almost everyone from Skalafell to recount it to me, each story having new details or losing others. All this work was actually worth it. We think we have found it.

Entry #5

Date: August 9th, 1928

Today, the team will board the Empyrean once again. After two months, we are finally headed home, but I am sad to report it will be empty handed. They all worked admirably and I am proud of how far we came. I am frustrated and disappointed beyond belief, but I refuse to give up. I hope someday I can return and finish what we started. This will be my last entry about the lost city. Agnes has promised not to write about it publicly, our expedition will not be recorded for the history books. I look forward to a time where it could be...

——

Dafne’s brow furrowed as the text abruptly ended. Quickly flipping through revealed that about only a quarter of the journal was filled. The rest were blank pages. However, her attention was caught when flipping a page caused a folded piece of parchment to slip out and land on her lap. Unfolding it revealed a rough map of Norway, red paint crossing out multiple locations except one.

These must be the locations Iolanthe and her team explored. The only location not crossed out was on the coast of northern Norway. At least they had their starting location, although Dafne was worried about what they would find there. Iolanthe was certain they had found it, but the next entry told a different story. What could have happened?

——

The days passed slowly without event, the sisters spending the time together in the tent. They talked about anything they could think of. It was nice to have some free time to catch up as the last few years Dielle was at Hogwarts and Dafne herself attended a muggle university.

Before they knew it, the Jörmungandr thunked against the frozen docks on Svalbard belonging to the Varangr family. They were very nomadic and lived off the land so they didn’t really have a named village like Skalafell. The docks only existed because of the trade route their families established. In fact, it was Dafne’s grandfather Alatar who broke their centuries long feud and made peace with them. It was such a long grudge that neither family remembered what it was about.

Dayamanti, Dafne, and Dielle made their way off the ship and further inland, their boots crunching on the fresh snow of late autumn.

“How are we supposed to find anyone? Svalbard is huge and they could be anywhere!” Dielle questioned.

“No idea, I’ve never actually met them. Whenever I would make a trade, I would just leave the crates on the dock and take the ones already waiting,” Dayamanti replied.

Dafne was just about to make a sarcastic remark about perhaps trying to yell into the bushes when a voice yelled out at them.

“What is your business here?” an imposing figure stood in the distance off to the side, speaking Norwegian. He was draped in furs and had long gray hair that was braided in places. In his hand was a spear that rested on the ground like a cane.

“Oh, um my name is Dafne Arcano. These are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle. You may know our grandpa Alatar?” Dafne offered back, matching his Norwegian.

“I do,” he answered gently, “I’m Kyne Varangr. How may I be of service?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. Do you have a leader we could talk to?”

“Aye. Follow me, I’ll take you to her,” Kyne motioned with his spear and started to walk away.

They followed him further into Svalbard, keeping a respectful distance behind. It only took about ten minutes of walking before they started to see pillars of smoke in the distance. Their destination consisted of a handful of large tents, substantial enough to house many people comfortably but makeshift enough to be taken apart and moved.

Kyne led them to the largest of the tents and pulled back the fabric, revealing the inside. The girls took this as an invitation and entered. Unlike their own, this tent wasn’t magical or bigger on the inside. The Varangrs were known to not use magic as much as normal wizards.

Sitting around the fire in the center were three figures, one man and two women. The youngest of the women looked to be around the same age as Dafne. She had black hair and a large raven perched upon her shoulder. The other woman was older with gray hair like Kyne. The man was between their ages.

The older woman stood up as they entered, bowing her head slightly and gesturing to the furs on the ground. The three of them exchanged a glance but then took a seat around the fire.

“Welcome. You must be Arcanos. I’m Jorren Varangr,” Jorren spoke, this time in English. “This is my son Kodlak and his daughter Merla. You’ve already met my husband Kyne, I see.”

“We are pleased to meet you. I’m Dafne and these are my sisters Dayamanti and Dielle.”

“I’m sorry to take up your time, but I came with an inquiry. You do know of the story of Valhalla, don’t you?”

Jorren nodded her head with a smile.

“Well, my sisters and I are embarking on a journey to find and reclaim it. We were wondering if you had any information about it or even if you wanted to come along?”

Jorren remained silent for a few moments, leaning over to whisper to her son before she spoke, “I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do for you. It is a fairytale we can’t afford to chase.”

“I understand.”

“As for information, however, I can offer you this. Whatever’s been sleeping in that city will need more than three young girls to defeat. There’s a reason a whole group of trained city guards abandoned it without a fight.”

“You mean the Valkyries, right? They were my favorite part of our Grandpa’s stories,” Dielle remarked wistfully.

“I do,” Jorren nodded.

“So you won’t help us?” Dayamanti suddenly interjected.

“Be glad we let you this far, Arcano,” Kodlak shot back.

Jorren reached out her hand to quiet her son, “Do not take this the wrong way. I would just hate to see young wizards rush to their doom.”

“We understand and appreciate your concern, but we can handle ourselves,” Dafne rushed to speak before her sister could argue more.

Jorren nodded again with a gentle smile, “Then we have nothing left to say. I wish you well.”

Dafne took the hint and motioned the others to stand, “Thank you for your time, we will get out of your hair.”

With a few more head bows of acknowledgement, the three of them ducked back out of the tent and started their trek back to the docks. Once safely there, Dayamanti started to untie the mooring ropes and they had a moment to discuss.

“Well that sure was useful, wasn’t it?” Dayamanti sarcastically grumbled.

“I liked them. Especially Jorren, she was nice,” Dielle confidently stated.

Dafne sighed heavily, “It’s always worth asking. Iolanthe had an entire team with her. We can’t afford to be stubborn and keep it to ourselves. We need help.”

“Why did we sneak away from home then? I’m sure Uncle Kaari would have helped us!” Dielle nodded with a smile.

“They would have tried to stop us. Plus, they don’t believe it’s real. At least the Varangrs took us seriously.”

Suddenly a caw erupted into the crisp air and, with a flap of feathers above them, a large raven landed upon the edge of the longship. It looked at each of them one by one with its shiny black eyes.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” A quiet voice with a thick accent behind them caused them to jump and whirl around, their hands going to their weapons.

It was the girl from the tent who was introduced as Merla. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and, now that they were closer to her, they noticed her eyes were milky white and didn’t quite meet theirs.

“Do you know for sure where it is?” She spoke again when nobody answered her.

“Uhh we think so. Yes,” Dafne spoke up.

“Then I’m coming with you,” she stated and carefully made her way onto their longship, the raven's gaze following her the whole way.

“I’m Merla and this is Egyja,” Merla pointed to her raven.

“Eye?” Dafne translated.

“Yes, she’s my eyes. I was born blind but my Gift allows me to communicate with and see through animals eyes. I assume you guys also have the Gift, considering the white in your hair.”

“How do you have the Gift? You don’t have white hair!” Dielle asked.

“The Varangr family shows the Gift differently. Each of the families has a different way it shows up. Women from my family are born with unique birthmarks. This is mine,” she answered, pulling away her fur coat to reveal a dark mark upon her breastbone that vaguely took the shape of an eye.

“That’s so cool,” Dielle mused, “My Gift is healing and sometimes I can create shields to protect people!”

“I can create fire and lightning,” Dayamanti added and crossed her arms proudly.

“And mine is necromancy. I can’t bring people's souls back, I just puppet their bodies,” Dafne finished.

“And you think the four of us can reclaim the city alone?” Merla arched an eyebrow.

“I guess we will find out,” Dayamanti replied.

With a heavy thunk, the anchor was raised. The mooring lines were untied and the sails unfolded, billowing with the bitter cold wind. The Jörmungandr lurched forwards and then crawled forwards until eventually it hit top speeds. They had their heading.

[siffrin-stardust-traveler]

Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

^ Caroline joining Aperture. She sees this as a new opportunity, and Aperture has so much potential and no real guidelines. It's a place where anything can happen and she has stars in her eyes and feels on top of the world

Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

^ The start of the relationship. She sees Cave as this bridge into the unknown, this crazy man who would show her wonders

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, never know how far we could fall

^ Again, back when Aperture was flying high. A lot of "on top of the world" symbolism but with a huge gaping chasm below that Caroline is ignoring

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope with you

^ She chooses to ignore the danger to go with Cave

Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between

Desert and ocean

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion

^ Things start to get rocky, but she's trying so hard to ignore it so she can enjoy herself, she is so desperate to just keep moving and be happy

So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose

^ She literally is!!! She is trapped in a failing company with a man who doesn't care about her but she feels she has trapped herself there!

Hand in my hand

And you promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?

^ I have a very distinctive idea for this because. The rope is shaking now and they are dancing in front of a huge orange moon. Caroline is clinging to Cave but he isn't looking at her and he

Drops her

And she falls into the orange light to the closing part

OUGH YEAH THIS IS SO RELA AJSKSKDK. Ough Caroline... all of your things with her are soncool asa

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Jesus and the Cushion. Mark 4: 35-41.

A cushion sits in between the moments of one era and the next. Things cannot remain the same but whether they get better or worse cannot be left up to the weather, but to the learnedness of man. Jesus gets very cross at the Disciples for failing to think their way through a spiritual crisis, forcing Him to put His feet on the floor of the boat and rebuke them.

Notice the world remarks, "He can calm the wind and the sea, but man is his own master." So as we enter into the phenomenal reality one increment of life after the next, we must recall we have the power to act completely at the whims of impulse and lose our heads. Where mankind is concerned, there is no such thing as a cushion, someone is always going to upset the natural order, there is no doubt about it.

What does this have to do with Mashiach and the Olam Ha Ba, the changing world? Behold:

Mark 35-41: Jesus Calms the Storm

35 That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, “Let us go over to the other side.” 

36 Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. 

37 A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. 38 Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”

39 He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.

40 He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

41 They were terrified and asked each other, “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!”

Jesus is a kind of literary figure called a Tara, from Sanskrit and Hebrew, "one who looks across."

Tar= one who describes.

A= what can be learned.

This is also called Ezion Geber, "to review one's inner structures."

"Verb עצם ('asam) speaks of a skeletal structure that (a) lies hidden beneath an obvious surface, and (b) provides the invisible inner strength that keeps the whole in shape. Noun עצם ('osem) means might or skeleton. Noun עצמה ('osma) means strength. Noun עצם ('esem) means bone but may also be used to refer to one's whole body. Adjective עצום ('asum) means mighty or numerous. Noun תעצמה (ta'asuma) is a plural and intensive form meaning might but a whole lot of it.

Our verb may also mean to shut or close, predominantly of eyes, and presumably in order to review one's inner mental structures. Noun עצמות ('asumot) appears to refer to the "bones" of one's reason, the certainties upon which all creativities are grafted.

Like the previous, the verb עצה ('asa) also means to shut and its sole Biblical occurrence also speaks of closing one's eyes in order to hatch plans in one's heart: to review or form one's inner and structural strength. The very common noun עץ ('es) means tree (whose fruits proverbially show its "heart"). Collectively, trees are known as עצה ('esa). The similar noun עצה ('aseh) describes the backbone of an animal.

Obviously, the Bible is not concerned with the history of political power and solely with the evolution of the wisdom tradition and thus information technology (from cave paintings to the alphabet to blockchain). That means that very few references to wood and trees in the Bible — from the trees of Paradise to Noah's ark, Abraham's oaks, the cedars of Tyre and even the cross of Christ — should be expected to actually be about trees.

Probably a by-form of the previous, the verb עוץ ('us) means to counsel or regard with deep inner contemplation."

Hiram of Lebanon, a friend of King David's reportedly told Solomon how to sail to Ezion Geber.

To be taken across by the Master in a boat is to learn how to meditate, to turn the surface of the mind completely blank and dark and discern the Self. Jesus went to sleep on the cushion, the moment between the Animus and its physical casement in the flesh and abandoned His students to the Self. The Self is always alone, it is terrifying to behold.

The Disciples got scared of non-existence and then also of existence itself and Jesus awoke to restore the confidence, they were not misled, they were not dead, they were free to live.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 35: Let us go over to the other side. The Number is 4997, ד‎טטז‎, d. tetez, "a splash, a spray, a ricochet."

One does not go to the other side and stay. That just sucks. Once one finds the Self one must return to one's point of origin and do a better job of it having learned what can be learned during the meditative state.

You do not exist lest you learn how to live and do it right. It is terrifying how delicate living a good long life is. There is only so much God can do once He tells us the way. We have to take over at some point and make all the crucial decisions God warned us would come our way.

v. 36: There were other boats with Him. We know the appearance of the Christ left many dedicated saints behind. They have always followed him and taught others the way. The Number is 8187, חאחז‎‎, khaz, "do it like that."

v. 37-38: A furious squall came up!

The Number is 1037, ילז‎, "someone yelled lllez." "They were cheerful."

"...the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. 38 Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”

The number is 14212, ידב‎אב‎, yadav, "they began to perceive they knew how..."

v. 39:  He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.

Just as it is not a good idea to be hysterical like during a pregnancy, it is not wise to be manic, ie. do not over or underindulge.

The Number is 8667, "They experienced a contract."

= down the middle, not up, not down, but equanimous.

v. 40-41: Why are you afraid?

the Number is 12474, יבד‎ז‎ד‎, yabadzad, "don't lose your step."

If one follows the course and remains fixed on the beatification of the world instead of one's own crazed self, one's footing remains solid even without firm training in the oblivion of meditation. This is the secret of the cushion.

[vormov]

Skipping Like A Stone (Idle Minds)

200—part 1 they must have left thoughts for me in the mysteryium it's funny how things work out after you've gone so far (ive always been alone) with all these second minds showing me; tangential

we always whispered of their existence, like mere quarters fallen back to the below the deck we take these steps to become beacons. (***) i dunno who's listening but this is important, the past is done being passive. ( let it go… ) you'll know when you feel it. (lengthy instrumental break) *** im sorry i never circled back for you, a coward i was, leak it to the medium failure disguised as an amalgamation of self, we should have know better. i always felt the winds against the mountains it rolls right beside us everyday and gets to be free a renegade blowing through all the checkpoints.

indescribably i'll drift forever sailing upon these ethereal tones with no directions, but i know that i feel something now like it blisters my ghost, so hot let me die engulfed like that. at least to see the vision again like i saw before, in the pure moments of inspiration and now i am left to derive

like the words i said were forever; how can a mind bind together thinking of such holes in the cosmos, like this cosmic ephemera lets us go wild a tone stretched ad infinitum mirrored to the grandest of listenings we've ever done, we'll never see such reply. so what speak the words anyway. (***) the tension is sent out like a wire spiraling from a null point tethered in either direction by a web basically rendered your movement moot, and slowly we had to realize our faults, like a quicksand devilish speakers came to lament us as we sank, we could pay them no mind. and as we could sink further than we knew we could, our bodies flooded by it so much couldn't find a reason to survive, then i should have died but for some reason i am alive. *** i only heard them speak of the ancient songs i never heard them; but one day i might would you realize such a song before your ancestors take flight with it as they noted how appropriate it was that you were their heir? feel these winds aglow with haste they dance intensely upon us the living enticing us to speak to dream. they left out the good parts, and we drift aloft like a broken plane sinking into the Atlantic heavied by these accrued weights, like a stone pillar immovable in the sunlight stoic and serene, a garden bled with the efforts of those who were forgiven a time or two. (LET THEM SPEAK coward won't even show his face 'Then we danced the dance 'til the menace got out'*1)

we heard a voice in the distance calling out to us it whispered some great truth that we weren't meant to know, arbiter of the future seek this sent placard, won't you heave it into the sea? in a great fervor the winds returned from the mountains and poured a great and refreshing rain into the deserted valley, to invoke the bible story. (***) i dunno who's listening but this is important, the past is done being passive. ( let it go… ) you'll know when you feel it.

this is when you know to get out like a siren were blaring its glare upon you merely moving the specs we are can't quite see that far… *** (06/01/24—Title is in reference to the song Idle Minds by Skyharbor as well as a reference to the Chemical Brother's song Skipping Like A Stone (feat. Beck). The quoted phrase with the *1 is lyrics from the REM song Harborcoat that I've teased several times now. This is my 200th original post as well as my 10th anniversary of writing Stream of Consciousness poetry. I'm so excited to see where the words take me next. Cheers and here's to another 10 years of indescribable nonsense. 10+ years ago a good friend told me to keep writing, so i did. Yall have Asa to thank for all of this. Please post a thank you in the comments if you'd like to see this continue. I'm going to do it regardless of whether you encourage me or not.)

[whatspringdoestothecherrytrees]

Excited because

For my birthday I bought myself (and my love) an ASA basic keelboating course at the marina near here.

Sailing connects me with something deep inside. Probably ancestral memory from my grandfather’s line of Swedish sailors and ship captains.

Sailing is like….feeling perfectly calm in nature but also constantly aware of your surroundings and being in this blissful flow state of adjustment to natural conditions ✨

And connecting with my hobbies has been this amazing way to feel less hectic, and actually bring more creativity and zest to my work/school

⛵️

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