#dansk-dame

[islandiis]

continued | @dansk-dame

"It just — It just doesn't matter?" He sounds unsure of himself, and he turns his head so he can cough into one hand. "I know that bottling things up isn't healthy, but it's... It's hard. To talk, you know? It's confusing."

Frustrated, he leans his head against the back of his chair, and looks down at his hands. "I'm not good at it, Mathilde. I don't know how to talk."

[the--emerald--isle]

@dansk-dame continued from here

"Aye, an' I'm the King o' England," the redhead muttered under their breath, frowning as they crouched down beside the blonde. At a more normal volume, Aaron continued with, "Clearly ye aren't fine, so are ye gonna tell me wha' happened, or do I have t' guess?" They weren't as exasperated or as annoyed as they sounded, in truth being a bit worried. Healing magic wasn't their specialty, and they definitely couldn't heal her without knowing what had caused the injury, let alone without knowing how bad it was. Past differences -- between themselves and their people -- aside, the Irish redhead would do what they could for Mathilde.

Even if it was just to get her to a healer, or a hospital.

[radiomayak]

How do you take a liquoir in a gay way?

There was a trend of sticking tampons up one's ass for a minute, but I was talking about flavored 18% liqueurs that American gas stations have. They're a scam; they're a scam with food additives.

[vogelschadel]

strangers in the night.

X Send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble. (accepting!)

It had started innocently enough, with Mathilde likely seeking refuge from the crowd upstairs only to stumble into Gilbert's living quarters underground. An awkward moment, fixed with foaming beers although they had both already been plastered for a while, and a literal stumble towards each other and suddenly they were kissing. Kissing pretty hard in fact. Gilbert could hardly keep up,

It was getting hard to see straight, not only because of the number of drinks he had downed all night long, but because of the way Mathilde's warm, strong body felt against his. Their legs against each other, her hand in his hair, her lips against his. Her soft chest he barely dared to touch. It all made him yearn for more, something to ward off the loneliness that turned his core into ice.

There was no ice now. It was hot, hot, increasingly hot. Hotter than what the two of them could ever be sober, or so Gilbert managed to guess. His tremoring hands followed this thought, and his grip on Mathilde's waist and shoulder loosened.

"Maybe we..." he tried, tackling over his words as he leant back, distancing their bodies carefully to not completely reject her. It was hard to imagine Mathilde truly, sincerely wanting him, after all the shit he had done to her nation over the centuries, even if that reality was far behind them at this point. He wouldn't, in her place. Even if right now all his body wanted to do was to cling to her, feel her warmth and comfort for just one night.

"I'm not sure if you'd do this...if...you, if we weren't..." He had to pause to swallow his bitter-tasting nerves down. The man cleared his throat and fixed the bra strap that had slipped down Mathilde's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I mean, thank you. Yes," he stuttered, flustering brilliantly. He cleared his throat one more time before smiling uncertainly, sincerely. "Maybe a... hug? Or...?"

[dansk-dame]

“...Ye sure ye’re okay, lass?” Have a concerned Aaron.

Sitting against a broken stone wall, she looked up at him with tired eyes, holding it in a deep wound. She was not in order, but with Odin she would never say or show that. I'm alright, just a small scratch, nothing else." she was pale around the nose. "I'm just resting here a bit, the air is so nice right now".

[diddeoglaurapaatur]

George Town

Jeg var i George Town en 5 dages tid. Jeg skulle lige finde mig til rette som solorejsende og også finde ud af, hvor jeg ville hen efterfølgende.

Generelt har jeg fundet ud af, at jeg er en langsom rygsækrejsende. Jeg kan godt lide at blive et sted nogle dage, specielt hvis det er en by, hvor det handler om byen i sig selv. Hvis det er steder, hvor man kun er i byen for at sove, er det fint at rejse videre efter et par dage, når man har været på de eventyr i området, man gerne vil på.

Jeg kan godt lide at få en fornemmelse af at kende byen en smule og mærke, hvordan dagligdagen er.

Jeg tænker, det er præget delvist af, at jeg nu har været på farten i noget tid og er ved at være mættet af indtryk, men også dels, fordi jeg har tiden til det. Jeg tror meget, det kommer an på min rejsetype.

Jeg havde dog nogle dage til bare lige at slappe af i George Town, og jeg kom også lidt rundt i byen.

Til min glædelige overraskelse fandt jeg et dansk bageri. Det var ikke KUN et dansk bageri, men også ejet af en vaske-ægte dansker. Han solgte 4 forskellige kager: spandauer, frøsnapper, chokoladebolle og kanelsnegl. Han havde også et godt, groft brød, og det var ordentligt groft. Det var ikke helt rugbrød, men det var det tætteste, jeg var kommet i 6 måneder, så jeg var lykkelig.

Min næste mission, efter det grove brød var købt, var, at jeg skulle finde ost at komme på. Det var nærmest lige så svært, som at finde et godt groft brød. Faktisk sværere, for det lykkedes ikke. De har kun plastikost til toast, og det ville være syndt for mit brød, hvis det skulle udsættes for dårlig kvalitets ost. En skændsel. Arla reddede mig heldigvis, for jeg fandt en smøreost.

Jeg var i himlen, og jeg kom tilbage til bageren flere gange. Jeg havde da også en sjov oplevelse med en malaysisk kvinde, som kom ind til bageren på samme tid som mig. Hun var en gammel dame, og hun havde nogle indisk i blodet. De muslimske malayer har åbenbart de bedste vilkår i Malaysia, fordi de er muslimsk land, og regering er også muslimsk orienteret. Hun var derfor lettere racistisk og diskriminerende overfor alle muslimske malayer stort set.

Jeg tror ærlig talt, hun var lidt gak i låget, for hun sagde flere mærkelig ting, som ikke helt gav mening.

Men jeg fandt ud af, at hun var lettere racistisk, fordi de første 2 minutter i bageriet gik nogenlunde som følgende:

Det skal lige nævnes, der var den danske bager og en malaysisk fyr, som han havde ansat bage kassen.

Racistisk kvinde: Er dette en ægte dansk bager?

Dansk bager: Ja, det er jeg.

Racistisk kvinde: Hvad er der i brødet?

Dansk bager forklarer, at han bruger groft mel osv.

Racisitisk kvinde: Ja, for der er en dansk bager i Paris, som nu er blevet en restaurant, og den er ejet af en dansker. Så er brødet groft?

Dansk bager: Ja, det er groft, men du kan måske bedre stole på hende, da hun også er danker.

Dansk bager peger på mig, og jeg bekræfter kvaliteten af det grove brød.

Racistisk kvinde: Så lad mig få et.

Den malaysiske kassearbejder pakker sammen.

Racistisk kvinde: Er du muslim?

Malaysisk kassearbejder: Nej.

Den stakkelse malaysiske medarbejder ser meget forvirret ud, og det er vi andre også.

Racisitisk kvinde: Godt! Jeg hader muslimer!

Det var nogenlunde de første to minutter. Jeg ved ærlig talt ikke, hvordan vi kom så langt omkring så hurtigt, og jeg har efter 2 uger stadig ikke fundet ud af, hvor den parisisk-dansker bager kom ind i billedet, eller hvorfor den var vigtigt. Vi snakkede også om den efterfølgende, hvilket var meget forvirrende.

Mit gæt er, at hun troede, den danske bager måske havde noget at gøre med det danske bageri i Paris. Hun var meget insisterende om den parisisk-danske bager. Men det var ikke længere en bager, men nu en restaurant, og det var faktisk også 12 år siden.

Jeg tror, hun var gammel og måske havde en skrue eller to løs. Hun var heldigvis sød nok overfor mig, og hun komplimenterede mig og kunne rigtig godt lide mig.

Jeg var dog lidt forvirret om hendes oprindelige racistiske holdninger, da hun sluttede sit besøg med at insistere på, at man skulle elske alle mennesker, for det var den eneste måde, der ville være fred på jorden, så jeg var mildelst talt forvirret. Men det var underholdende og en historie.

Jeg nåede da også forbi hospitalet. Ikke for mig selv heldigvis.

Jeg havde været ude at gå i lidt jungleområde med 3 andre kvinder. En belgisk kvinde blev stukket af, hvad vi tror var en bi. Hun er allergisk og fik en voldsom reaktion, hvor vi fik udslæt på arme og ben. Hendes øre, øjenlåg og hals hævede, men ingen vejrtræksningsproblemer heldigvis.

Jeg tog med hende på hospitalet, for hun var begyndt at få det dårligt.

Vi kom hurtigt til, og hun kom igennem 3-4 læger, før der var nogen der gav hende noget mod den allergiske reaktion. Jeg tror, de var forvirret over, hvad hun blevet stukket af, for det var vi også.

Hun kom ned at ligge med drop og fik noget medicin. Det var ikke anafylaktisk chok, men det var en meget voldsom allergisk reaktion.

På afdeling hvor vi var kom, ser jeg pludselig en mand klædt i orange bukser og bluse. Han var som taget ud af et amerikansk fængsel i film. Der var da også en grundt til hans tøj, for han havde h��ndjern på og to politibetjente med sig. Han virkede fredelig i og med, han gik mellem mindst 10 patienter med kun to betjente, men stadig skør oplevelse.

Men vi kom fra hospitalet i god behold - mest den belgiske kvinde, da jeg havde det fint i forvejen. Hun er heldigvis kommet oven på igen.

Ellers mødte jeg bare søde mennesker på mit hostel, som jeg spiste med de fleste dage og gik lidt rundt i byen med. Der er en del gademalerier i Malaysia, så det var spændende at gå rundt at lede efter.

På min sidste aften kom der en dansk kvinde på 70 år, som jeg havde mødt på internettet. Vi nåede at snakke lidt og få aftensmad sammen.

Jeg nåede også at sige farvel til hende dagen efter, inden jeg tog afsted mod Thailand. Hun er også fra Aarhus, så vi blev enige om, at det kunne være hyggeligt med en kop te eller kaffe, når vi begge er i Aarhus igen.

- Laura

21/3-2023

[paralianprince]

@vogelschadel

//To this day I wonder who was the genius after "Elves man, elves"

ITS SUCH A UNIQUE PAIN ?? likeee WILL I GO TO MY GRAVE NOT KNOWING??

@dansk-dame

Atlantis 2.0

DO NOT THINMK I MISSED YOU BEING FUNNIER THAN ME ON MY OWN POST

[outletworld-dk]

Historien om den danske tøjindustri

Den danske tøjindustri har en lang og rig historie, der går tilbage i flere århundreder. Fra de tidlige tekstilfabrikker til moderne modehuse har tøjproduktionen altid været en vigtig del af Danmarks økonomi. I begyndelsen var det primært lokale håndværkere, der producerede tøj til den lokale befolkning. Men med tiden voksede industrien, og flere virksomheder begyndte at specialisere sig inden for tekstilproduktion.

I det 20. århundrede begyndte den danske tøjindustri virkelig at blomstre. Mange danske designere fik international anerkendelse for deres innovative og moderne tilgang til tøjproduktion. København, Danmarks hovedstad, blev også et vigtigt modecenter, der tiltrak både designere og modeentusiaster fra hele verden. Den danske tøjindustri har siden da etableret sig som en af Europas førende i branchen. Leder du efter ternede natbukser dame i dag?

[nationenskurs]

Fremmed kriminel dømt: Shiela Sistani røvede 92-årig dansk kvinde og skubbede hende omkuld for 300 kr.

Den 10. juni 2022 kl. 12.55 skubbede den fremmede tilvandrer Shiela Sistani (født 12. marts 1974) en 92-årig etnisk dansk dame omkuld ved elevatoren i en opgang i Odense, så den indfødte faldt ned og lå på jorden, hvorefter den fremmede fjende og kriminelle Shiela Sistani fratog den hjælpeløse danske kvinde 300 kroner.  Den 13. marts 2023 blev Shiela Sistani af Retten i Odense idømt 4 måneders…

[bates--boy]

@dansk-dame​ || [x]

          “Noooo...” Peter whimpered softly, watching the last of the delicious treat disappear down Mathilde’s gullet. Oh, he was going to throw hands, lady or not! (Well, not really, but the devastation is too much to bear!) He poked out his bottom lip. “I needed that cookie, though! I’m a growing boy!” Let us just skim over the fact that this man is biologically twenty years old.

[islandiis]

Archetypes Quiz

50% Caregiver

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

27% Advocate

The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

23% Creative

The Creative appreciates all beautiful things, in art and daily life. The creative act is essential to who they are.

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Tagging (if you want!) @frestoniia @dansk-dame @paralianprince @kuragryning @dietrologie

[viennesewaltzes]

{ ♕ }. @dansk-dame ♥‘d this !

The sound of footsteps and loud counting echoed through the room in which the two women were currently dancing. Interrupted by a sigh, the counting stopped and so did the brunette’s body. “ I feel honored that you wish to learn how to waltz but please, keep in time.” Her tone was strict, her eyes focused on the tall woman with a serious expression.

Despite her seemingly severe reaction, Anneliese remained patient. In terms of teaching, ambition sparked in her making her determined to keep trying until perfection were achieved. However she realized that her attitude might appear discouraging if she continued her criticism. With a faint smile, she loosened up again. “ But you did not step on my foot this time. “

[damnprussia]

🍸 between a car or a flying carpet, what is the right color for a pepper?

He squints at her and repeats the phrase verbatim.

“Lady, I am drunk. I am not high. I cannot answer that question without saying something like, Goethe on the beach, with a flaming piano. There’s your answer.” He takes another shot. “You owe me another drink for that one.”

[vogelschadel]

what’s your underlying motif?

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

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//:’’DDD I can’t believe how spot on this is, oh my gawd. Forgive me while I go cry somewhere,,,

tagged by: @paralianprince Thank you so much! This was such a wonderful one to do.

tagging: @danishlxw, @dansk-dame, @pxtriotisms, @islandiis, @xbasilrp​, @cryingyetcourageous​, @frestoniia​ and myself at @jatkuleiba​ !!!

[banamaak]

dansk-dame​:

She was red-faced and tried not to let it show too much, that the sharpness has gone to her head. She coughed only slightly and drank a little more water than usual, which didn’t really help. “It tastes….delicious..and the spice isn’t that bad”,she tries to grin but instead some tears came up. “Nevermind”.

Azadeh raises a brow in concern, although the ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips indicated she found this throughly amusing. Regardless, she is quick to pour a glass of water for the other woman.  “Ey khoda, is it really that bad?” She inquires as she slides a glass in Mathilde’s direction. “I even went easy on the seasoning! You’re lucky I didn’t use the masala I got when I visited India a few months ago. Honestly, how do you survive the summer with such a feeble gut?”

@banamaak

She was red-faced and tried not to let it show too much, that the sharpness has gone to her head. She coughed only slightly and drank a little more water than usual, which didn't really help. "It tastes….delicious..and the spice isn't that bad",she tries to grin but instead some tears came up. "Nevermind".

[diimsum]

can i rest my head in your lap ?

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ; sentence starters!

‘What an odd thing to ask.’ Xiang thought wordlessly, and he remained quiet to think about an appropriate response. 

“...If that well help you, sure.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best reply, but it’s all he could think of at such an awkward moment. A small look of concern is present in his face. 

“Are you feeling ill?”