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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Home is wherever I'm with you..

AN: I love this song, and i really wanted to write something for Hvitserk too.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Now, when the shores of Kattegat came into view after long years, it felt surreal. The place you once called home, what you swore you won't leave was now right before you. You quietly left when it became too painful for you to stay. Surely the gods wouldn't want oyu to live a life of suffering. A swedish earl welcomed you, His wife Ellisif became a friend of yours soon enough. You had come all this way to join the great army to avenge the great Ragnar Lothbrok's death. Your heart still cried for him and his sons just as much as for Lagertha. You might not be able to call this place home anymore, but they all still had a place in your heart. You were in one of the ships that arrived the latest, so there wasn't many people looking over anymore.

Helga looked back to the dock, stopping Floki in his steps.

-Floki i think i am seeing ghosts. - she said not being able to look away from you. You smiled at them holding your hand out, welcoming them for a hug.

-(Y/n), we thought you were dead. - Floki said with his little laugh.

-Oh Floki, there were times when life was unbearable, but it would took more than that to kill me, don't you think? - you laughed in their embrace.

-Come now, come. Let's have a drink and you can tell us where have you been?! - he said as he urged you and Helga into the great hall. It was filled to the brim with people. Looks like the whole viking world was here to avenge Ragnar. You were talking with Ellisif now, when a man you did not know interrupted, looking at her as if she was solid gold.

-Ellisif, my love. You came, i am close to our plan, i am nearly king of norway.. - he said, as you felt Ellisif become terrified and anxious around the man. He must be the man she did not want to marry. She told you the story before. You grabbed your axe and held it to the man's neck, getting her away from Ellisif.

-Ellisif, find Vik, i got this. - you said to her, before you turned back to the man. - Can you not see that she fears you? - you asked him as you heard the hall going eerily quiet, all eyes on you and Harald.

-She had promised me years ago that she would marry me if i'd be an important man. I was an earl back now, now i am king. - he smirked.

-Congratulations, but that doesn't change the fact that she is terrified of you. She is married to Earl Vik of Sweden, you may go and find a wife somewhere else. - you said calmly, as he became angry. His brother handed him a knife, but when he took it he dropped it also. You lowered your axe.

-DO indulge me some more love. - he said hooking a finger under your chin.

You swat away his hand, storming out after Ellisif.

The sons of Ragnar stood there with their chins on the ground when Floki ran up to them laughing.

-You look like you've seen a ghost sons of Ragnar. - he danced around.

-Floki, did you not see? - Ubbe asked him.

-Oh i did, and i talked, and hugged as well... For a ghost she was surprisingly warm. - he laughed before urging them to go after you.

They found you on the beach sitting, looking over the water.

-We thought you were dead.

-I am, i just came back to haunt you all. - you said with a smirk before jumping in Ubbe's then Ivar's embrace, hugging Bjorn, then swat Hvitserks arm keeping your distance. - What did i miss? - you asked them.

-Well, our parents are dead, and i am married. - said Ubbe, the last part with a puff of his chest.

-So you became a man now huh? Who would've thought. When i left you fucked everything that moved. - you said laughing.

You talked and catched up some more, Hvitserk was way too quiet for what you remember him to be. Once you would've asked what bothers him, but now you just wanted to be away from him. It still hurt to greatly. You grew up together, and when he was old enough he too started to fuck everything that moved. Except you. As if you were one of them. He went through various slaves, they had shared them too. You had some fun with others yourself too, but it was never satisfying. You never felt anything for them.

-And what about you (Y/n)? How is life? - asked Bjorn.

-Well what could i say? Sweden is beautiful, my earl is wise and great, i am the leader of the shieldmaidens there.

-I can't help but notice you did not mention a husband... - Sigurd smirked at you.

-I see that you are still a good observer Sigurd. - you laughed. - no i don't have a companion nor a husband. I do not have time for stupid things.. - you said looking at your feet.

-Well i think King Harald fancies you now. He couldn't stop talking about your beauty after you left. - laughed Ivar.

-Ooooh, a king.. - you said circling him. - how lucky i am.. - you said before hitting Sigurd and Ubbe on the backs of their neck before running away, they hot on your heels. Hvitserk and Ivar stood there, he waited for Ivar to get down and crawl so he would walk with him. It was clear you did not want to talk to your once best friend.

-She left because of you you know.. - Ivar said as he crawled.

-Why would've she left cause of me? I wasn't the one trying to fuck her all the time.. - he said somewhat angry.

-That's what i'm saying.. - Ivar said with a cocky smile on his face. Hvitserk slowly realising what he meant. Before sprinting in after you.

When he entered the great hall, you were dancing around Sigurd while he played. The whole hall was watching you with smiles on their faces. By the time the song finished, you collapsed on the furs at Lagertha's feet. She smiled down at you caressing your face lovingly as a mother.

-We have missed you greatly (Y/n). If you ever do want to come back, our doors are open to you. - she said.

-Thank you Queen Lagertha. I am glad you are still fond of me. - you answered smiling back at her before Ubbe took your hand and yanked you up for another round of ale.

At some point the rest of the people retreated for the night, leaving you, Ubbe, Sigurd and Bjorn in the great hall. They were on either side of you, trying to get you to strip out of your clothes as Sigurd played quietly on his instrument, music quietly filling the hall.

-Don't let us suffer this way.. - Ubbe said touching his forehead to yours before you stood up, to dance some more.

-Shouldn't you be with your wife dear Ubbe? - you asked with a smirk. He was drunk so he did not watch what he was talking about.

-Hvitserk sure does take care of that. - he said with a bitterness. You walked up to him slowly kissing him. -You shouldn't let him do this to you.. - you whispered before straddling Bjorn. His hands around your waist ticklish, as you drunkedly lean backwards, trusting he wouldn't let you fall out of his lap. He slowly brought you back up to him, holding you close. Your hands fly to his neck, playing with his hair.

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The next day Hvitserk barges into your room without a knock, making you groan frustrated as Bjorn tried to keep you cuddled up to him.

Hvitserk stopped for a sec before pointing his finger at you.

-You have no right to barge in here after years and years and tell me what to do or not do... - he shouted making Bjorn snicker behind you. You slowly stood up, in all your naked glory. If they'll ever see a perfect body, yours was that. You walked up to him, so close in his face your noses were nearly touching.

-I did not tell anyone what to do or not do. All i said was he shouldn't let you do this to him. I know you know deep down that this wasn't right... - you said looking him in the eyes. You saw the hurt in his for a moment before anger took over.

-And what is this then brother? - he asked Bjorn.

-Two people enjoying themselves? - he asked him sarcastically.

Hvitserk hummed looking you over.

-Just because you wanted anyone but her back then and now you changed your mind cause you can't have Margrethe anymore it doesn't mean she will be yours. - Bjorn said before gathering you again in his arms, making you straddle him as he left his mark on your neck, all while looking at Hvitserk.

Later that day you were laughing with Ubbe and Ivar when Hvitserk walked up to you.

-Can we talk (Y/n)? - he asked using his puppy dog eyes, making you sigh and nod as you got up. You two started to walk.

-Was what Bjorn said why you left all those years ago? - he asked.

-It is all in the past now, you need not bring it up. I was young and stupid. - you said only looking ahead of you and never at him.

-You weren't.. i.. i was afraid.

-You? afraid? - you laughed. - afraid of what?

-You.. - he started, making you look at him as you two sat down next to a stream. - you were my best friend and i couldn't ... i felt things for you above that...

-Forgive me if i can not believe that.. - you laughed at him. - you fucked the entire woman population of Kattegat but never even looked towards me.

-I never said i was smart.. - he said smirking, putting a hand around your shoulder making you lay with him in the grass.

-Can i tell you a secret? - he asked as the top of your head touched his. He did not wait for your answer. Your silence was answer enough for him. - i wanted to be experienced to .. to blow your mind, so you'd want to stay with me forever. - he said smiling.

You giggled at this, so he got up on his elbow and started to tickle you. As you trashed around in a laughing fit, you didn't realized that now your bodies were aligned with eachother and his face was almost touching yours. You were looking into his eyes as he was studying your face. He leaned in to kiss you but you rolled out of his arms, even if it was the hardest thing you ever had to do besides leaving Kattegat.

-That doesn't change the fact that when i did come back, you decided to go and fuck your brother's wife instead. After all these years, you still chose someone else over me without a word.. and that says more than your words ever did.. - you said before walking away. He stayed there facedown in the grass.

That night at the feast you were sitting in Bjorn's lap, drinking, telling stories to the others as they all laughed. Hvitserk sat there without laughing on a single story. Bjorn had an arm around your waist and another in your thigh, as he asked..

-What's up Hvitserk? Doesn't seem to be in a good mood tonight.. - he smiled at him. Hvitserk just drank until he could barely walk anymore.

Again you and the sons of Ragnar were the last ones in the hall. For the past hour Hvitserk was watching you and only you. Ivar leaned in close and quietly asked him.

-So what will it be brother? What do you want to do? - he asked watching as Bjorn kissed you. Hvitserk was so drunk he did not notice the volume he was talking in.

-What do i want to do? I want to fuck her so good - he pointit at you while holding his cup - so good, that she'll forget about any other man and stay at my side for the rest of hers.. - he said making all the others look at him. Your face contorted in anger. You stood up on top of the table, and walked in front of him.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you shouted at him.

-Do it then.. then discard me like you did with all the others. I know it wouldn't last more than that. Do it then. - tears streaming down your face now. Sigurd and Ubbe hitting Hvitserk's back of the neck before leaving the hall, Bjorn gently taking you in his arms as you sobbed. Hvitserk just sat there drunk out of his mind. When he woke up the next morning still in the hall he only had faint pictures of the night before. What he did clearly remember is you crying and shouting at him. He did not have the will to look in your eyes after this, so he just left a bouquet of flowers at your door. Then for the rest of the days before setting sail he did not see or hear from you.

When the ships left Kattegat he saw you once next to earl Vik and his wife Ellisif. You did not look at him. Upon arriving in Mercia and setting camp he saw Bjorn put a flower in your hair, as if he tried to console you.

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In the first battle you saved him once, looking at him briefly. When it was won, he walked up to you, mud and blood covering both of you, he caressed your face.

-Thank you for saving my life back there. - he said.

-You are an ass but it is not the time for you to die just yet.

-And when is my time then ? - he asked standing even closer to you, his hand hovering over your waist, as he cannot decided if he could touch you or not.

-Haven't decided yet, surely will be at my hands. - you smirked at him, touching under his chin gently with your bloodied axe before leaving him there.

Bjorn stopped next to him looking after you.

-Do not fuck up this again Hvitserk. I promise i will take her away if you do. - he said to him before following after you.

That night you all watched Bjorn Bloodeagle King Aelle. Before leaving for Wessex, you all needed a night of rest.

Sleep did not find you, especially when Hvitserk was outside your tent, whispering your name. You got up and motioned him in.

-What? - you asked a bit grumpy.

-I just.. i have a few things i need you to hear. If.. if you'll let me speak.. - he said looking at his hands in his lap.

-Go on then.. - you said crossing your arms before your chest.

-Ever since i can remember i loved you. I made a lot of fucked up decisions and i know now. But i never stopped loving you. All these years all i've dreamt of was you being at my side, having my kids one day.. Something died in me on the day you left. I grieved you for years. I am not a good man (Y/n).. i am even worse in showing my feelings.. but please do believe me i love you with all my heart. Kattegat hasn't felt like home ever since you left.. - he said as he looked up to you. You both sat on the furs you had laid down.

-Then why hurt me all this time? - you asked with tears in your eyes.

-What could i say, i am a fool (Y/n).. - he said before scooting closer to you. - but your fool..

You looked up at him,bumping your nose into his. His eyes shone brightly even in your dark tent. He slowly caressed up your arm before cupping your face brinding you flush to him in your first kiss. It was slow, loving, then it gradually got more passionate as if he would like to prove his words from before. You started to undo his vest, get rid of his shirt before getting rid of all your clothing as well. He was so loving, so careful as if he would've been afraid to break you. It was the best sex of your life. FInally with the man you loved with all your heart, all your life. He held you close and never left. You woke up in his arms. He smiled down at you lovingly as he caressed your back.

Hours later when you emerged from the tent to gather your stuff, you heard the men whsitling and clapping at you two. You rolled your eyes but he smirked at you, kissed your cheek lovingly before tossing you over his shoulder and running around the camp..

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shrimpkardashian · 5 years

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I have a list of ~900 albums from 2019 that I still want to eventually listen to / review [IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT ALERT]

For this project (already 125+ releases deep), which is just impossibly daunting and makes me head hurt. IDK how to streamline this process or is any “critic” out there really listening to “all” the good music? It’s impossible I guess... BUT needless to say, these have made this list from an even larger pool of music that I either listened to briefly and immediately dismissed or (gasp!) never even came across my radar (radar = many many music blogs I follow via RSS).

Anyway, because I’ll most likely never get to this (whatever this is, an Xgau parody or something)... Here is the list (please ignore some of my notations/typos):

1 matana roberts, coin coin chapter four 2 jeffrey lewis 3 negativland 4 camedor 5 the darkness 6 jai paul [leak] 7 shikoswe 8 anatolian weapons 9 cakedog, doggystyle 10 carly rae jepsen (LP, plus single w Gryffin) 11 parsnip 12 the comet is coming 13 girl in red 14 ezra furman 15 the kvb 16 freddie gibbs & madlib 17 say sue me (single) 18 denzel curry 19 fatamorgana 20 vivian girls 21 wobbly, monitress 22 helado negro 23 anamanaguchi 24 paul demarinis 25 comet gain 26 personal best 27 king princess, LP? big little lies single 28 marble arch 29 mini dresses 30 matt christensen 31 jade bird 32 black mountain 33 body meat 34 pat, Love Will Find A Way Home 35 acid arab 36 the 83rd 37 common holly 38 wicca phase 39 mark ronson 40 spirit in the room, single 41 rebe, “pienso en ti a todas horas” [just a single?] 42 a giant dog, neon bible cover LP 43 hey collosus 44 moon king (meh/ or *) 45 vanity productions 46 velvet negroni 47 g perico 48 budokan boys 49 skryptor 50 oscar scheller 51 the muffs 52 larry gus 53 these new puritans *** 54 angel olsen 55 bleu nuit 56 meatraffle 57 josephine wiggs 58 jennifer vanilla 59 big|brave 60 rico nasty 61 friendship, dreamin' 62 mike, tears of joy 63 bellrope 64 gbv 65 machìna, archipelago 66 toy, songs of consumption 67 ayankoko 68 the intelligence 69 drahla 70 corridor, junior 71 urochromes 72 david hasselhoff 73 aMAZONDOTCOM 74 kehlani 75 ne-hi EP (final) 76 avey tare 77 bonnie "prince" billy 78 battles 79 snapped ankles 80 mannequin pussy 81 toro y moi, soul trash 82 twen 83 self discovery for social survival comp 84 bad heaven ltd 85 eric frye 86 the mattson 2 87 duncan park 88 pure bathing culture 89 arthur russell, iowa dream 90 wild pink 91 flaming lips 92 pan amsterdam 93 flaural 94 knife wife 95 hannah peel & will burns 96 klein 97 meat puppets 98 tnght 99 james ferraro 100 royal trux / ariel pink 101 new rain duets 102 black marble 103 sui zhen 104 liam the younger 105 the mountain goats, welcome to passaic 106 frank hurricane and hurricanes of love 107 sebadoh 108 xylouris white 109 lindstrøm 110 franck vigroux 111 joyero 112 dorian electra 113 ride 114 crumb, jinx 115 nonconnah 116 cup, spinning creature 117 brutus 118 bjarki 119 khotin 120 alexander tucker 121 gunna 122 operator music band 123 tony molina 124 nanami ozone 125 sad planets 126 bemydelay 127 laurie anderson et al, songs from the bardo 128 teebs 129 deerhunter, timebends 130 tr/st (2 LPs) 131 dolores catherino 132 liturgy 133 floating points 134 sasami, LP + xmas EP 135 trikorder23 136 moor mother 137 have a nice life 138 la dispute 139 lingua ignota 140 lina tullgren 141 earl sweatshirt 142 entrail 143 alexander noice 144 shock narcotic 145 rakta 146 munya 147 el drugstore 148 buck gooter 149 caribou, single - more? 150 rosenau & sanborn 151 kevin abstract 152 pile 153 e for echo 154 animal collective, new psycho actives vol. 2 + live album 155 harlem 156 sudan archives 157 lil peep, posthumous ep 158 young guv, i and ii 159 orville peck 160 75 dollar bill 161 institute 162 tove lo 163 the chocolate watchband 164 foie gras, holy hell 165 french vanilla 166 chuck cleaver 167 kollaps 168 spirits having fun 169 game 170 badgirl$ 171 medhane 172 alberich 173 show me the body 174 the night watch, an embarrassment of riches 175 inus, western spaghettification 176 pregoblin, singles? 177 ra ra riot 178 de lorians 179 kool keith 180 kaspia & stride 181 glen hansard 182 dpeee 183 berlin taxi 184 foghorn 185 ionnalee 186 american sharks 187 sitcom, dust single 188 pip blom 189 j balvin & bady 190 fenella 191 tanya tagaq 192 sean o'hagan 193 j robbins 194 peter ivers (comp) 195 neon indian, not sure if single is part of larger proj? 196 triad god 197 yeule 198 roland tings 199 schoolboy q 200 ava luna EP 201 fried eggs 202 drugdealer 203 half japanese 204 todd anderson-kunert 205 emily reo 206 christelle bofale 207 brion starr 208 jan jelinek (reissue) 209 peaer 210 devin townsend 211 vik 212 young m.a 213 default genders 214 night lovell 215 rocketship 216 kim gordon 217 ellen arkbro 218 george clanton and nick hexum [single?] 219 the minus 5 220 penguin cage 221 felicia atkinson 222 take offense 223 moon duo 224 chemical brothers 225 nef the pharaoh 226 daniel norgren 227 unkle 228 pup (?) 229 baroness 230 velvet bethany 231 resavoir 232 gruff rhys 233 lana del ray 234 empath 235 burial and the bug, flame 2 236 russian baths 237 quelle chris 238 corpse flower 239 roy montgomery [reissue] 240 clinic 241 a.g. cook, [single] 242 why? 243 beck 244 francis lung 245 thom yorke 246 warmduscher 247 uv-tv 248 aa bondy 249 max richter, ad astra ost 250 younghusband 251 stereo total 252 julie's haircut 253 aa matheson 254 eartheater 255 kelly moran 256 mana (seven steps behind) 257 c.h.e.w. 258 sarah mary chadwick 259 midsommar ost 260 beabadoobee 261 life, a picture of good health 262 dumb, club nites 263 dame dolla 264 endless boogie 265 burna boy 266 lungbutter 267 wand 268 future punx 269 yves jarvis 270 kim petras [LP, halloween EP] 271 bts world 272 pikelet 273 panda bear, single 274 samiyam 275 red river dialect 276 ryan pollie 277 ryuichi sakamot (reissue) 278 jackie mendoza 279 dark blue 280 jay som 281 stephen mallinder 282 neutrals, kebab disco 283 foodman 284 capitol, dream noise 285 new pornographers 286 mark korven, the lighthouse ost 287 gauche 288 the japanese house 289 cave (re-issue) 290 ybn cordae 291 the vacant lots 292 arwen 293 rhucle 294 lil b, @ least 2 releases? 295 tea service 296 chai 297 black pumas 298 program, show me 299 marika hackman 300 sonny and the sunsets 301 lillie mae 302 mean jeans 303 the stroppies 304 poppies 305 twin shadow 306 vanishing twin *** 307 portrayal of guilt [EP + split single] 308 lucki [2 lps] 309 absolutely free 310 girl band 311 black midi 312 torche 313 perfume (best of) 314 white denim 315 clipping 316 the hu 317 big business 318 metro crowd 319 ex-vöid, 7" 320 broken social scene 321 lil pump 322 uranium club 323 doon kanda 324 hesitation wounds 325 sorry girls 326 bibio 327 red mass 328 the shins, single 329 lil keed 330 yeasayer 331 bts / blackpink KPOP 332 galen tipton, fake meat 333 the world, reddish 334 lanark artefax, ep 335 ladytron 336 g.s., schray 337 just mustard [single, more?] 338 mdou moctar 339 rangers, spirited discussion 340 tyson meade 341 dj nate 342 kelly lee owens 343 bambara 344 kilo kish 345 lusine 346 ralph heidel / homo ludens 347 psychic graveyard 348 homeshake 349 wives, so removed 350 proto idiot 351 let’s eat grandma, ost ep 352 foals 353 caroline shaw & attacca quartet 354 juan waters 355 mount eerie with julie doiron 356 mestozi 357 patio 358 oh baby, the art of sleeping alone 359 earth 360 haybaby 361 anna meredith 362 the caretaker (6) 363 rich brian 364 sunn o))), [two LPs] 365 alessandro cortini 366 ty segall 367 injury reserve 368 elucid 369 budos band 370 tim hecker 371 waqwaq kingdom 372 william doyle *** 373 innercity ensemble 374 filthy friends 375 prurient 376 shlohmo 377 bon iver 378 sean henry 379 yeesh 380 faye webster 381 megan thee stallion 382 squid, town centre 383 simulation (hausau mountain) 384 flying lotus 385 horse jumper of love 386 rap, export 387 lansky jones 388 the gonks 389 cate lebon 390 rome fortune 391 chain cult 392 empty set 393 big thief (2 lp's) 394 laura cannell [and polly wright album ?] or is there just a laura c album too ? }} 395 froth 396 thugwidow 397 organ tapes 398 the new pornographers 399 zonal 400 bbg baby joe 401 whitney 402 guards 403 anemone 404 sheer mag 405 nots 406 fujiya & miyag 407 kool aid, family portrait ep 408 frankie cosmos 409 kaputt 410 quelle chris 411 operators 412 marco benevento 413 elvis depressedly 414 school of language, 45 415 rob burger 416 pozi 417 redd kross 418 randy randall 419 yatta 420 hide, hell is here 421 bobby krlic, midsommar ost 422 planet england 423 kev brown 424 robedoor 425 tropical fuck storm 426 haram, 9/11 ep 427 candy, super-stare single 428 sly and the family drone 429 kevin morby 430 porches, rangerover [single] 431 odae 432 pottery 433 saint pepsi 434 slowthai 435 iggy pop 436 swans 437 iLOVEMAKONNEN 438 mukqs 439 feels 440 luke temple 441 oli xl 442 orphan swords 443 post pink 444 deli girls 445 nilüfer yanya 446 idk, is he real? 447 interpol 448 priests 449 galcher lustwerk 450 smokepurpp, various? 451 kindness 452 ex hex 453 sampa the great 454 methyl ethel 455 ellis, the fuzz ep 456 jeanines s/t 457 water from your eyes 458 twin peaks 459 sam cohen 460 fontaines dc 461 spiral stairs 462 the hecks 463 nicola ratti 464 four tet, various (inc. "wingdings" alter ego side proj) 465 holy ghost 466 half stack 467 cherubs 468 juana molina, forfun EP 469 jpegmafia 470 bedouine 471 fury 472 melvins/flipper 473 the curls 474 izambard 475 heart eyes 476 drinking boys and girls choir 477 big search 478 glenn branca 479 rose elinor dougall 480 bat for lashes 481 young knives, [single, more? 482 hot chip 483 alex lahey 484 hemlock ernst & kenny segal 485 dj seinfeld 486 joni void 487 rema rema 488 spencer tweedy 489 trash kit 490 dry cleaning [2 ep's] 491 mega bog *** 492 saudade 493 monster rally 494 wilco 495 chromatics, LP + EP 496 slayyyter 497 maral 498 blarf 499 pernice brothers 500 la neve 501 marie davidson 502 tredici bacci 503 deathprod 504 lowly 505 russian circles 506 angel witch 507 fires were shot 508 amy o 509 q da fool 510 clams casino 511 automelodi 512 paradox 513 dababy (2) 514 david kilgour 515 missy elliot 516 baby smoove 517 boris 518 thanks for coming 519 yves tumor [single w/] 520 ΜΜΜΔ 521 falcon/falkland 522 noel wells 523 ecstatic vision 524 amyl & the sniffers 525 barrie 526 bianca scout 527 katie dey 528 prince rama 529 control top 530 duster, comp + new LP 531 foxes in fiction 532 slowthai x denzel curry [single] 533 the murlocs 534 plaid 535 ela orleans 536 gobby 537 cfm 538 carla del forna 539 pale spring 540 pixx 541 širom 542 lightning bolt 543 cate lebon & deerhunter 544 channel tres 545 sigrid 546 help, s/t 547 shellac, live 548 crack cloud, pain olympics (ongoing) / s/t (2018) 549 notes underground 550 fat white family *** 551 gloop 552 equiknoxx 553 nakhane 554 czarface meets ghostface 555 the rubinoos 556 shannon lay 557 tim heidecker 558 droneflower 559 john vanderslice 560 your old droog 561 bats, alter nature 562 zvi 563 justus proffit 564 lower dens 565 anna of the north 566 yg 567 holly herndon 568 good fuck 569 clark, single 570 charli xcx 571 the nativist 572 low life 573 jonsi & alex somers 574 kazu 575 günter schickert 576 odonis odonis 577 kelsey lu (+ remix EP) 578 young thug 579 thaiboy digital 580 hatchie 581 hiro kone 582 cocorosie 583 sabiwa 584 oh sees 585 rex orange county 586 311 587 erland cooper 588 jtamul 589 the brilliant tabernacle 590 free love, extreme dance anthems 591 jeff lynne's elo 592 dutch courage 593 booji boys 594 giggs 595 ceschi 596 inter arma 597 psychic sounds ensemble 598 eli kezsler EP 599 thelma 600 haiku salut 601 julia jacklin 602 otoboke beaver 603 colin self 604 mark mulcahy 605 rosalia, single "a pale" more? 606 chris lott 607 royal trux 608 weyes blood 609 mikal cronin 610 hissing tiles 611 grace ives 612 vic bang 613 nick cave 614 sugar world [single] 615 herzog 616 offset 617 mike adams at his honest weight 618 real life buildings 619 aldous harding 620 pye corner audio 621 doja cat 622 bleached 623 book of shame 624 kate davis 625 i was a king 626 pendant, through a coil 627 joseph arthur 628 great grandpa, four of arrows 629 modern nature 630 stef chura 631 spaza, s/t great 632 the alchemist 633 pond 634 aiden baker, etc 635 kirin j. Callinan 636 possible humans 637 greys 638 kizuna ai 639 little simz 640 big bend 641 membranes, what nature gives… 642 young nudy 643 car seat headrest (live) 644 seahawks 645 dumbhop's party 646 julien chang 647 pacific yew 648 pharmakon 649 lomelda 650 versing 651 olden yolk 652 mekons 653 the dream syndicate 654 the gotobeds 655 amy klein 656 bABii 657 bill callahan 658 grlwood 659 van dale 660 ziúr 661 delicate steve 662 debby friday 663 dehd 664 south city hardware 665 kesha 666 (sandy) alex g 667 computer slime 668 fka twigs 669 rob halford, celestial 670 dean hurley 671 school of language 672 nicolas godin 673 blue hawaii 674 leggy 675 ceremony 676 his name is alive 677 third eye blind 678 sadgirl 679 ariana grande 680 skepta 681 dylan moon 682 jay mitta 683 the drums 684 kero kero bonito, ep 685 charly bliss 686 lee renaldo etc 687 rina mushonga 688 ulla straus 689 cherushii & maria minerva 690 slaughter beach, dog 691 maps 692 dj shadow 693 tool LOL 694 diiv 695 pixies 696 cuco 697 black peaches 698 subhumans 699 gurr 700 cashmere cat 701 brockhampton 702 fire-toolz 703 lambchop, LP + EP 704 messthetics 705 neuland 706 westkust 707 haelos 708 sturgill simpson 709 maria usbeck 710 king gizzard (2) 711 earthgang 712 paranoid london 713 fet.nat 714 bethlehem steel 715 neil young with crazy horse 716 tengger 717 guerilla toss 718 spelling 719 lizzo 720 wiki 721 dr00p, mkULTRAHD 722 ghost orchard 723 jane weaver 724 usa/mexico 725 carl stone 726 richard dawson *** 727 rafael toral 728 test dept 729 sacred paws 730 big krit 731 mallrat 732 jenn champion 733 moE/Mette Rasmussen, tolerancia picante 734 facs 735 yung lean, single (blue cup) and ep, more? 736 pissgrave 737 moodyman 738 sing sinck, sing 739 tyler the creator 740 sleater-kinney 741 dean blunt, zushi 742 cursive 743 barker, utlity 744 gemma 745 octavian 746 pronoun 747 girl ray 748 julia shapiro 749 nodding god 750 daniel saylor 751 jakob ogawa 752 richard youngs 753 diät 754 w00dy 755 omar souleyman 756 vōx EP 757 topdown dialectic 758 penelope islea 759 gbv 760 glass beach 761 james hoff, hobo ufo 762 euglossine 763 dream ritual 764 terry allen 765 office culture 766 ghostie, devour 767 beat detectives 768 red channel 769 octo octa 770 julien baker [toyko single] 771 shackleton as "tunes of negation" 772 sons of raphael 773 lena raine 774 fitted, first fits 775 velf 776 cvn 777 black country, new road, [2 singles only?] 778 chief keef 779 andrew bird, LP and EP 780 tamaryn 781 vagabon 782 zelooperz 783 brian jonestown massacre 784 angel dust 785 pere ubu 786 vatican shadow, church... 787 spencer radcliffe 788 mr muthafuckin exquire 789 earth to mickey 790 beak> 791 byron westbrook 792 major murphy 793 nicole yun 794 the divine comedy 795 sote, parallel persiao 796 the radio dept. 797 prince daddy & the hyena 798 mudhoney 799 truth club 800 shura 801 underworld, drift 802 lil texas 803 that dog 804 gary wilson / r. stevie moore 805 divino nino 806 spiral heads 807 claire cronin 808 devendra banhart 809 c.y.m. EP 810 dude york 811 sangri 812 vegyn [2 lp's?] 813 brooke candy 814 caroline polachek 815 hurt valley 816 O.L.I.V.I.A, modo avion 817 ziúr 818 pepper mill rondo, it's christmas time 819 ben vida 820 nick hexum/george clanton 821 meara o'reilly 822 tyler holmes, devil 823 blood incantation 824 guenter schlienz 825 gavilán rayna russom 826 loraine james *** 827 lithics, Wendy Kraemer EP 828 navel, ambient 2, in space 829 the proper ornaments 830 jon hopkins & kelly lee owens, single 831 julianna barwick 832 park hye-jin 833 bea1991 834 men i trust 835 erika de casier 836 ducks unlimited 837 lyzza 838 refused 839 jim o'rourke, to magnetize ... 840 analemma, 2 singles on a comp? 841 zack fox, "the bean kicked in" 842 real life rock n roll band 843 prefab sprout 844 daniel lopatin, uncut gems ost 845 kaytranada 846 the voidz, 2 song single + video? 847 grandaddy, single (add scissors icon) 848 dark thoughts, must be nice 849 loose nukes 850 sam mallet 851 very good, adulthood 852 henge, nothing head 853 kaleidobolt 854 nebula, holy shit 855 terminal cheesecake 856 uzeda 857 wet tuna 858 sean mccann 859 black dresses, love and... (2nd LP) 860 nefew 861 taylor swift ??? 862 lala lala, the lamb 863 jenny lewis 864 33EMYBW 865 blood orange, angel's pulse 866 caterina barbieri *** 867 yusu 868 white reaper 869 rozi plain 870 bamboo, daughters of the sky 871 seragina steer 872 clear channel, hot fruit 873 patience, dizzy spells 874 mope grooves, desire 875 current affairs, object & subject 875 comfort, not passing 876 bill orcutt 877 bonnie baxter 878 carl stone 879 thurston moore 880 alameda 5 881 john zorn 882 the membranes, what nature gives... 883 meemo comma 884 ana roxannne 885 whistling arrow, s/t 886 dis fantasy 887 giant swan, s/t 888 buck young, buck ii 889 abdu ali 890 ifriqiyya électrique 891 $hit and $hine, doing drugs, selling drugs 892 ghold 893 theon cross 894 yao bobby & simon grab 895 solange *sure whatever ok 896 the comet is coming 897 the utopia strong, s/t 898 karenn, grapefruit regret 899 brìghde chaimbeul 900 nav, bad habits 901 chance, big day 902 nostalgia critic's the wall 903 uboa, the origin of my depression 904 hobo johnson 905 ana frango elétrico 906 dorian electra

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thevagueambition · 5 years

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It's almost how political that move is in some ways, like they knew they needed to keep that celebration and twist it into the Christian world view, instead of it being a celebration/sign that the sun was finally coming back. Imagine how horrible that must have been for the people up north in Norway where you don't see the sun for months, and along comes this religion and tells you you aren't allowed to do your best at making sure the sun comes back. That's fucking wild.

another thing that I have been wondering lately why we're kultur-kristne, is because the reason behind Blåtand's decision off becoming christian

very much was a political strategy, and making sure the country was safe, so people wouldn't attack because they were pagan. And I think that kinda stuck throughout history in a sense? Like sure we were more christian back in the day, like most people at different time periods, but did it really stick in the way the first monks who came here wanted it too?? Or did we as Danes go: Eeeh I guess this is fine but it's not quite right. Especially when things such as Christmas

literally bulldozed over an old tradition.

EDIT: Okay the replies came in weirdly, thanks tumblr. You’re right in saying that our Christianity is full of pagan traditions, to a larger extent than elsewhere! Still, I don’t think that in anyway meant people weren’t genuinely very Christian in certain periods, even if they still had some superstitions about nisser on their farms or w/e. You find that sort of thing everywhere. But certainly in the first couple of hundred years, there were many people still genuinely practicisng asatru (whether on its own or alongside Christianity)

And this is what I wrote before the edit lol:

While Harald Blåtand might have been a true believer, his move was mostly a political one -- and a very necessary one, to be honest. If it hadn’t been him it would have been someone else, or it would have ended in a crusade towards Denmark/Scandinavia, like it did for the Baltic countries just a few hundred years after the Danish conversion.

Denmark relied heavily on trade once coastal cities began to become too well guarded for plundering, and basically all our trade important trade partners had converted at this point. So Blåtand “Making The Danes Christian” was to secure trade deals and avoid holy war.

(And ofc, it took a long time for the conversion to take hold anyway. Svend Tveskæg was probably a pagan and it’s doubltful he did very much to spread the conversion his father started -- indeed, many sources claim he led a civil war against him with that as pretense).

And actually, we specifically have (albeit fictionalised) sources on the conflict over the conversion of Norway! From Olav Tryggvasons Saga (danish, swedish and norwegian versions here, english here):

“After the Danish King, Harald Gormson, had embraced the faith of Christ made he proclamation throughout his dominions that all men must allow themselves to be baptized, and must turn to the true Faith. He himself followed hard on the bidding, making use of force and chastisement when naught else could prevail.

He sent to Norway with a great host two Earls that were called Urgutherjot and Brimiskiar; the mission to them was that they should proclaim Christianity throughout the land & the same also in Vik which had done direct homage unto Harald himself. Folk made they submissive readily enough, and many country folk were thereon baptized.

Howsoever it came to pass that after the death of Harald speedily went his son Svein Two-beard to war in Saxland, Frisland, and at last also in England, and then those of Norway who had received Christianity returned to sacrifices, as in the old times aforesaid in the north country.”

And about Olav Tryggvasson:

“Now with King Olaf when he entered into the temple were a certain few of his men & a certain few of the peasants. When the King was come unto the place of the gods where sat Thor, all adorned with gold and silver, then did King Olaf lift up a gold-wrought pike which he had in his hand and smote Thor so that he fell from off his altar, & thereupon the King’s men ran up & cast down all the other gods from their altars. While they were within the temple was Iron-Beard slain before the entrance-door thereof, and this deed was done by the men of the King. Then when the King came forth again to his folk, bade he the peasants choose one of two conditions: and these twain conditions were either that they should accept the Faith of Christ, or in default thereof do battle with him. Now Iron-Beard having been slain was there no man to raise the banner against the King, so then was that condition accepted which meant going over unto the King & doing that which he had commanded.

Then caused King Olaf all the folk who were present to be baptized, and from them took hostages that they would cleave to the new faith that was given them.

Thereafter sent the King his men round to all the different parts of Throndhjem, and durst no man utter a word against the faith of Christ.”

#papanden #norse stuff #olav tryggvassons saga

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Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 33

Part II - War

Links to chapters 1 - 32 at FF.Net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12222767/1/Daughters-of-Arendelle

Chapter 33

Sept. 14 1840

With her chin resting in the palm of her hand, Anna absently rolled a berry across a bowl of groats. Nightmares of Elsa and Kristoff calling for help, had plagued her sleep. As the morning sun broke through the window, she’d given up trying.

It didn’t help that Olaf had disappeared sometime during the night. The staff probably thought she was mad sprinting into the courtyard, barefoot and wearing nothing but her nightgown. She’d almost dropped to her knees at the sight of Elsa’s snowflake atop the castle’s spiral. Wherever her sister was, she was still alive.

“Anna, elbows.” Gerda gently scolded as she appeared from the kitchen.

Out of reflex Anna sat up, though she continued to poke at her breakfast.

“You need to eat, dear.”

Some of the tension in her shoulders eased as a hand stroked over her hair.

“No one knows what the day will bring. You need to keep your strength up.”

“So everyone keeps telling me.” Anna shoved a spoonful of groats into her mouth, forcing herself to chew.

Her eyes followed Gerda as she hurried around the room, straightening things, that already appeared straight. For years she had assumed Elsa had inherited their father’s habit of neatness, and order, but she was beginning to think Gerda had a bigger hand in it.

She forced down the groats, reaching for a glass of milk. With several gulps she emptied the glass and sat it aside. Swiping a napkin over her lips, she scooped up another large spoonful.

“Princess Anna!” Kai swept into the room, panting from the effort. “You’re needed at the watchtower.”

“Why?”

“The Admiral sent word for you to come immediately. The enemy fleet has been spotted, ma’am.”

The spoon clinked against the bowl as Anna sprang to her feet. Her chair rocked back, tittering on two legs. Gerda caught the chair, setting it back on all fours. Anna was already out the door before Gerda could tell her to slow down.

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Soft humming drew Elsa from the depths of sleep. She recognized the tune as one of Anna’s favorites. With a content sigh, she rolled over snuggling into her bedding.

“Good morning, Elsa.”

Her lips turned upward at the cheery greeting. “Good morning, Olaf.” The smile slipped away, as her eyes opened. “Olaf?” She sat up looking at the snowman. “What are you doing here?”

“Anna was really worried about you, so I came to make sure you were okay. Are you okay?” His eyes narrowed as he leaned in to look her up and down.

“I’m fine. Is Anna alright?”

“Uh huh.” He sat back, rocking his feet from side to side.

Some of her mounting anxiety eased at the answer. “You shouldn’t be here. I told you to stay with Anna.”

Unconcerned by the gentle scolding, he continued to rock to music only he could hear. “I did stay with her. After she fell asleep I came looking for you. I thought if I found you it would cheer her up.”

Unable to fight his logic, Elsa didn’t even try. “I’m glad to see you.” She patted his foot, earning a little giggle from the snowman. “Wait, how did you find me?”

He shrugged. “I just knew.”

“Do you always know where I am?”

“Uh huh. Most of the time.”

“What about Anna?”

“What about her?” He smiled.

With a patience born of love, Elsa smiled at him. “Do you usually know where she is?”

“Uh huh.”

Uncertain what to make of the revelation, Elsa tucked it away for later.

The sun was just cresting the horizon, driving back the shadows with it’s advance. Most of the trolls were gone, at least, Elsa thought there were fewer stones in the clearing. Corporal Smyth was tending to several pots and pans, suspended over one of the steam vents. She caught a whiff of bacon, and her mouth began to water.

“Elsa.”

She turned toward Kristoff’s voice, to find him and Lieutenant Nickolas seated beside each other, propped up against a boulder. Sven lay at Kristoff’s side, chewing on something.

The relief on Nickolas’ face mirrored her own. “Your Majesty.” He sat aside a tin plate and several papers, and attempted a seated bow.

“Good morning, gentlemen. You’re both looking better.”

She climbed to her feet, surprised to find much of the stiffness, and pain from earlier was gone. Several younger trolls rolled past, and Olaf chased after them. She ignored them as she made her way toward the men.

“Morning.” Kristoff nodded to her.

“Good morning, Your Majesty. Are you well, ma’am?”

“I’m fine, Lieutenant.” She knelt before the men.

“Just fine?” Kristoff’s eyes narrowed as he looked her over.

“I’m a little sore, but I feel much better than I did yesterday. How are you feeling?” She motioned to the sling supporting his arm.

“I’m good, just sore.” He rubbed at his chest. “Grand Pabbie, said I was lucky, it didn’t go deeper.”

Elsa shook off the thought of what would have happened if the blade had found it’s mark. “Lieutenant, how’s your leg?”

“Fine, ma’am.” He patted a hand against the bandage encircling his thigh. “I don’t know what magic these trolls worked on it, but it’s healing well.”

“Good.” She turned to look over the blanketed figures. “And what of the men?”

Nickolas’ gaze followed hers. “They are resting well. The trolls believe they will pull through.”

Weight lifted from Elsa’s shoulders. “Good. We’ve lost too many to this madness.”

“You need to eat something.” Kristoff waved a piece of bread at her before biting deep into it and tearing off a chunk.

Elsa bit her lip to suppress a giggle at the mountain man and reindeer chewing in unison. With a little cough she ducked her head. “No, I should be going. I need to get back to town.”

Smyth appeared at her side with a plate in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “Your breakfast, ma’am.” He dipped his head in a bow.

Elsa opened her mouth to decline the offer. A rumbling growl erupted from her midsection. Pale cheeks turned deep scarlet, as she placed a hand over her stomach in a failed attempt to silence it.

“Time to eat, Your Majesty.” Kristoff chuckled.

She shot him a side eyed glare. “Well, it has been awhile since my last meal. Thank you, Corporal.” She reached up taking the plate and cup from him.

The aroma of fresh coffee flooded her senses. She raised the cup drawing a deep breath. She took a sip. It coursed through her chest with a satisfying warmth. Her eyes closed with a sigh.

“Better?” Kristoff smirked.

“Much. Corporal, would you please get my horse ready. I wish to leave as soon as possible.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Make a horse ready for me as well, Corporal.” Nickolas said.

“Belay that order. The Lieutenant will not be needing a horse.”

“Your Majesty, you can’t go alone. I’ll…”

Elsa raised a hand to silence him. “Lieutenant, you are in no condition to travel. No offense, but you’ll only slow me down.”

“Sven and I can keep up.”

“No, Kristoff, you’re not going either.” She took another sip of coffee.

“How will you find your way back to Arendelle?”

A delicate eyebrow arched at him. “I found my way to the top of a mountain, in the dark. I think I can handle getting home.” Sitting the cup aside she broke off a small piece of bread.

“Your Majesty, please…”

“Gentlemen, this is not up for debate. I’m going alone.” Elsa fixed the men with a steady gaze as she took a small bite of bread. She held back another sigh at the wonderful taste of warm bread.

“Fine, but take Sven with you.”

The reindeer perked up at the suggestion.

“No. You may need him. I’m going to leave Olaf with you. If he…disappears, you must assume I failed. If that happens, it will not be safe for you to return to Arendelle.”

The men exchanged glances at the unspoken meaning behind her words.

“Your Majesty, at least take Corporal Smyth with you.”

“No, he’s needed here.”

Nickolas opened his mouth to protest, only to snap it shut. “Yes, ma’am.” He bowed his head to her.

Elsa began to eat in earnest. She had to restrain herself from rushing. Each bite was a bit of heaven, stale bread, hard cheese, and bacon had never tasted better.

Several minutes passed as the trio shared light chit chat between bites.

Nickolas sat his empty plate aside, and reached for a pile of papers. “Your Majesty, I’ve been going through some of the papers we found on the men who attacked us. It appears they were mercenaries, hired by Earl Swart.”

“Swart?” Elsa covered her mouth with a hand before swallowing a mouthful of food. “How could he afford to supply such a large number of men? Even if he sold off most of his lands…” Her eyes raised to meet his. “His wife’s inheritance. She thought he was losing the money on gambling debts.” Her mind rushed through questions. “How did they get Royal Guard uniforms?”

“From the quarter master, ma’am. I’ve found supply requests for uniforms, equipment, even gunpowder, all secured through the Arendelle quarter master’s office. They’ve been using our supplies to outfit their men.”

“Who signed for the requests?” Ice stirred as Elsa’s temper rose.

“It appears two officers have been making regular requests, ma’am. Major Reino and Lieutenant Vik.”

Elsa’s eyes narrowed. “Reino.” A stiff breeze blew through the clearing.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So this Reino could just walk into the supply office and get anything he wanted?” Kristoff asked.

“Yes, as long as he had the proper paperwork.” Nickolas said. “It appears he’s been doing this over a couple of months. With it scattered out no one would have noticed.”

“Over a couple of months?” Kristoff repeated. “You mean since the Thaw?”

Nickolas began flipping through papers. With each page his expression grew grimmer. “Yes, it would appear so. I don’t see any dated before the Coronation.”

“Wait, isn’t Reino the one you kicked out of the castle for insulting Anna?” Kristoff looked to Elsa.

“Yes, though it appears I should have thrown him in the dungeon.” Elsa’s lips pressed into a hard line as she considered the evidence. “You said the other was Vik? Isn’t he the officer in charge at Jokulsa?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m guessing he is helping to supply Baron Ulstein’s men.”

Anger blossomed into a frosty snowflake beneath Elsa. It stretched out in a perfect circle around her. “That explains why our scouts haven’t been able to locate the Baron.”

“It also explains how Swart’s men knew you were heading to the North Mountain. If they had reached us sooner, they could have turned the battle in Lienz’s favor.” He sighed dropping the papers onto his lap. “The question now is, where are Ulstein’s men?”

Realization dawned on Elsa bringing with it a cold touch of fear. “Lieutenant, if you were going to attack Arendelle from the sea. What would be your biggest obstacle?”

“The coastal defenses would be the biggest threat. But it would take an force three times as large as Ulstein’s to overrun the defenses. Their only hope would be…” He paused as an idea began to form. “The fjord gate. If they could take the gate tower, they could hold off our troops while opening the gate for their ships. It would allow them to land troops in the heart of the city.”

“Hold on a minute.” Kristoff raised a hand. “How could they get close enough to the gate to attack it? I mean, wouldn’t the town guard notice if a large group of armed men rode into town.”

“They would.” Elsa replied. “Even a large number of Royal Guard riding into town would draw attention.”

“True, unless…” Nickolas began rifling through the papers. Pulling one from the pile his eyes scanned over it.

Fear battled anxiety for Elsa’s attention, as Nickolas looked up at her.

He swallowed hard as he held the paper out to Elsa. “This is a travel order giving them permission to move throughout the kingdom without question.”

“What? How? Reino doesn’t have that kind of authority.” She snatched it from his hand. Her eyes swept over the order before settling on the name signed in clear, crisp handwriting at the bottom of the page. There was a sharp gasp as her breath stole away. “Tollak.”

“Yes, ma’am. It would appear the Colonel is our traitor.”

Even with the evidence staring her in the face, Elsa struggled to believe it. Tollak had been a loyal soldier. He was a war hero. Her eyes closed, as conversations and moments over the last few months began to click into place. “I’m a fool.”

“Ma’am?” Nicholas said.

She looked to him. “The truth has been under my nose the whole time, and I missed it.”

“With all due respect, Your Majesty. He had us all fooled. The Colonel has always been a bit hot headed, and overbearing, but I never would have suspected him of…treason.”

Elsa stared at the crumpled paper in her hand.

“Now his push to remove Olsen and Morten from the protection details makes sense. He wanted to move his men into positions closer to you, and Princess Anna.”

“That’s why he was working so hard to get rid of Kai.” Her eyes grew wide. “He’s replaced several of the Castle Guard. If they’re in the castle they can get to…Anna.” The plate fell from Elsa’s lap, scattering remnants of her meal across the ground. She was on her feet in one smooth motion. “Where’s my horse?”

“Your Majesty.” Nickolas dropped the papers, and began pushing against the boulder in a vain attempt to stand.

“Elsa, wait.” Kristoff tossed aside his empty plate.

“I’ve waited too long!” She snapped. “She’ll trust him, just as I did.” Elsa turned searching the clearing. “Bring me my damn horse!”

“Help me up, Sven.” Kristoff held out a hand to the reindeer.

With a snort Sven remained where he was.

“No.” Elsa’s command brought both men to a halt. “I don’t have time for this. You’ll only slow me down.”

Nickolas collapsed back into the same spot, panting at the effort. “Your Majesty, please, take Smyth with you.”

“Enough, Lieutenant. I’m going alone.”

“Are we going home, Elsa?” Olaf bounced to her side.

She knelt taking the snowman by the hand. The sight of him eased some of the anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. “Olaf, I need you to stay with Kristoff. It’s very important you stay here, do you understand?”

“I think so.

“Good. Stay out of trouble, little guy.” She rose placing a kiss on his cheek.

He giggled, ducking his head at the show of affection.

Smyth appeared at her side. “Your horse, ma’am.”

“Thank you, corporal.” She took the reins.

“Your Majesty, you should go to Captain Olsen first.” Nickolas said.

“No. It’s too far out of the way.”

“Ma’am, you don’t know how many men Tollak has in the castle, you’ll need Olsen and his men.”

“How do I know I can trust them?”

“You can trust Olsen, ma’am. I swear my life on it. Please, Queen Elsa, you’ll need reinforcements.”

“Very well.” She mounted Vor. “Keep Olaf close by.”

Nickolas’ mouth pressed into a hard line. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Elsa?” Kristoff waited for her to turn to him. “Be careful. You can’t help anyone if you end up dead.”

Her lips twitched upward at the concern. “I’ll keep that in mind. Please, thank your family for their help.”

“I will.”

“Corporal, keep watch over the men. Stay on guard.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a nod to the men, she turned Vor and trotted out of the clearing.

0000

“Admiral!” Anna slid into the Watchtower. Her face flush from the run. “What’s going on?”

“Your Highness,” He bowed, and held out a spyglass to her. “Our fleet is making ready to engage the enemy.”

“Engage them?” Anna took the glass, raising it to her eye. She swept back and forth, searching the horizon. “I don’t see them.”

“To your right, ma’am.”

She scanned the horizon till she spied several dots, twisting the glass, the dots came into focus. There were at least a dozen ships bobbing in the calm sea. “Are those our ships?”

“Yes, ma’am. The enemy’s fleet is approaching from their port side.”

Anna hesitated trying to remember which side was port. She moved the glass to the left till several other dots came into sight. “How far away are they?”

“Our fleet could reach the fjord in about three hours, maybe less with a good wind.”

The ships drew closer to each other, and Anna thought she saw a small puff of smoke from one of the enemy ships.

Flanked by Arendelle’s flagship, Agdar, the larger ships of the fleet held a defensive line. Ahead of the line the smaller, faster ships sped out to engage the enemy. Two Arendelle ships began circling the closest Lienz’s ship. Canon smoke masked much of the battle. After several nerve racking minutes, the Arendelle ships appeared from the smoke cloud, sailing toward the next ship.

As the smoke began to clear, the Lienz’s ship came into view. It’s mast was gone. The ship listed so hard to starboard waves were breaking over her rail. Slowly it rolled onto it’s side, exposing it’s hull to the sky. A cheer rose from the men in the watchtower.

Pleased with their first victory, Anna felt a pang of sympathy for the families of men lost aboard the sinking vessel. She shook off the thoughts before they drug her places she couldn’t afford to revisit.

Two more Leinz ships began to list under the Arendelle attack. From the enemy fleet a frigate glided toward the center of the line. There was a blinding flash of light, and one of the Arendelle ships exploded into flames.

The ship listed to starboard as the mast went up in flames. To the damaged ship’s port side another Arendelle ship erupted in blinding flash. It listed to one side as it burned. With a hole in the line, the frigate slipped through unchallenged.

“What was that?” Anna couldn’t tear her gaze from the burning ships.

“I don’t know, ma’am.” Halldor lowered his spyglass. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Four of their ships have broken the line, sir. The Agdar is in pursuit.” The watchtower guard called out.

Anna’s chest tightened as she looked to Halldor. She’d never seen him shaken. “So what do we do now?”

Halldor straightened, bringing the glass back to his eye. “We need to make ready for an attack on the coastal defenses. Those ships will try to enter the fjord and land ground troops.”

“You said they’re about three hours away right?”

“Yes, ma’am. Unless our ships can overtake, and stop them.”

Anna’s mouth opened, then closed. She swallowed hard, as her mind tried to pull together all of her possible options. Dammit Elsa, where are you? You’re good at this stuff. “Make sure the coastal defenses are manned and ready. Notify the townspeople of the approaching ships. We need to begin moving citizens into the castle, if they wish to shelter there.”

“Your Highness, the castle walls won’t be able to withstand the cannon fire from those ships.” Halldor said.

“They’ll have too, Admiral. We’ve got to hold the castle till the enemy’s defeated or Elsa returns.” She was grateful when he didn’t point out Elsa might not return.

“Your Highness, we will need all of the men at their stations. The people will have to use their own means to get to the castle or out of town.”

Anna looked from the town to the sea, before turning to Halldor. “There are some men we can spare, Admiral.” She called over her shoulder. “Captain Morten?”

He stepped to her side. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“Have horses made ready for me and my guard detail. Oh, and I’ll need a wagon.”

She caught the look Morten stole at Halldor.

“Your Highness,” Halldor began, she could almost hear the sigh in his voice. “I think it would be best if you remained within the castle walls.”

“I’m not going to hide in the castle while the people are in danger, Admiral. With my guard detail we’ve got enough men to help ferry people to the castle.”

“Your Highness, I…” Morten began.

“This is not up for debate, Captain. Get the men ready. I’m leaving within the next fifteen minutes, with or without you.” Anna’s eyes narrowed, daring him to challenge her.

He snapped to attention. “Yes, Your Highness.”

No one noticed as Tollak slipped from the room.

“Admiral, I’ll be in my chambers getting ready. After that you’ll find me in town.”

“Your Highness, you must return to the castle before the enemy ships reach the fjord. You won’t be safe in town.”

She straightened, pulling back her shoulders. “I understand. I’ll be back before they reach the fjord. Let’s go, Captain.” Not waiting for a reply she turned and hurried to the door.

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With the troll valley well behind her, Elsa began to question her decision to find Olsen. Nickolas was right about needing men she could trust, but time was not on her side.

The snort of a horse drew her from her thoughts. With a pull on the reins, Vor came to a halt. Elsa bit back a curse as horsemen appeared from the tree line, riding toward her. Ice flared around her hands, it eased back from her fingertips to the palms of her hands, at the sight of Royal Guard uniforms.

There were two men. The larger of the two was as tall and broad as Kristoff. Though his blond hair was lighter than the mountain man’s. He appeared several years younger than the dark haired man beside him.

The dark haired guard was shorter and lean built. His jaw was set firm as he rode toward her.

“Queen Elsa.” The blond haired guard called as they drew closer. He broke into a broad smile as he pulled his horse to a stop several feet from her.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded.

“Looking for you, ma’am.” There was a hint of jest in his reply.

Both men looked familiar, she was certain she’d seen them among the town guard. But, Tollak controls the town guard, ice pulsed against her palm with the thought.

“Princess Anna sent us to search for you, ma’am.”

“Anna sent you?” The pulsing in her veins slowed to a faint hum. She could feel the glaze of the silent dark haired guard upon her. His dark brown eyes seems to bore through her. The humming ice grew a little stronger.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What is the situation in Arendelle?”

“When we left last night the enemy fleet had been spotted, ma’am.” The blond haired guard replied. “Admiral Halldor thinks they will engage our fleet sometime this morning.”

“And what of the princess, how was she when you left?”

“She was well, ma’am. Worried about you, but in good spirits, all things considered.”

“Good.” She fixed the silent guard with a level gaze. “Are you well, Corporal?”

His head tilted ever so slightly to her. “Yes, Your Majesty. It’s been a long night.”

She nodded, not completely satisfied with his answer. “Yes, it has, and I fear it will be an even longer day.”

“As you say, ma’am.”

His stare was starting to unnerve her. “Are Captain Olsen’s men still on the mountain?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The blond guard replied.

“Take me to him.”

The men exchanged a quick look.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” Elsa was losing patience with the men.

“Ma’am, our orders were to escort you back to the castle.” The blond guard said.

“Your orders, Corporal, are to lead me to Captain Olsen.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Some emotion Elsa couldn’t read flashed across the man’s face as his back stiffened.

Ice tickled her fingertips. She closed her hands tight over the reins, to hold it at bay.

The man half bowed in the saddle. “This way, Your Majesty.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he turned his horse and started away.

The silent guard hung back to let Elsa pass. “I’ll guard the rear…ma’am.”

Elsa held her ground. “No, Corporal. I’d prefer to follow.”

He stared at her a moment. “As you wish, ma’am.” Not waiting for a reply he turned his horse, and followed after his partner.

Elsa wanted to trust the men. After all they were Royal Guards, men sworn to protect her. Still, she couldn’t shake the growing distrust she felt. With a weary eye on the men, and the surrounding woods she coaxed Vor to follow them.

0000

Anna stepped from the castle onto the portico. She was keenly aware all eyes had turned to her. The silence was deafening. “Are we ready to go, Captain?” She stepped from the portico, strolling toward the waiting men.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Morten’s eyes swept up and down her. His brow arched, but he said nothing.

“Good. Has there been any word from my sis… from the Queen?”

“No, Your Highness, the scouts haven’t returned.” Morten replied.

The knot in her stomach drew a little tighter. She adjusted the bow slung over her back.

“Princess Anna!” Kai hurried across the portico and down the steps. “You can’t go.”

She pulled on the winged helmet, tucking her bangs out of the way. “Yes, I can.”

“The Queen ordered you to stay here, ma’am.”

Anna bit back a chuckle, she’d never heard the Chamberlain take such a firm tone with her. “My sister ordered me to stay in Arendelle, not the castle.” She fastened the chin strap, and adjusted the helmet. It felt snug on her head, but not uncomfortable.

Kai’s features softened. “Until the Queen returns you are needed here, ma’am.”

Avoiding his gaze, Anna adjusted the quiver hanging at her hip. “No, I’m needed where I can do some good. We need to get the people sheltered in the castle before the enemy arrives. That, I can help with.” Her fingertips traced over the stone in the sword’s guard. It was strangely comforting.

Kai’s eyebrows rose as he took in her appearance. “Ma’am, where did you find that helmet?”

Anna reached up and stroked one of the finely detailed wings, sweeping upward from the sides of the helmet. “It was in a trunk in the East wing. Do you like it?”

His brow raised a little higher. “It’s very…unique.”

“I know. It looks like the ones in the old Valkyrie paintings.” She smiled up at him.

“Yes, it does.” There was a grim set to Kai’s jaw, Anna knew meant she was breaking some silly rule. “Your Highness, it’s not…proper, for you to wear the Queen’s armor.”

“She wasn’t using it, and she never said, I couldn’t borrow it. And if she doesn’t like it, well, that’s between me and my sister.”

Morten was certain the Princess was breaking every rule of etiquette and tradition imaginable. But, he was wise enough to know he did not want to be caught in an argument between the sisters. There were some battle lines even he wouldn’t cross. Still the Princess was his charge, and he had to protect her, even if, it was from herself.

“Your Highness,” Morten tried to keep his tone neutral. “You’re aware that is ceremonial armor. It’s not designed for heavy combat.”

“I know.” Anna lied. “But, it gives an image for the people to rally around.”

“Princess Anna!” Gerda ran from the castle entrance with more speed than Anna would have thought the older woman capable of. Alma followed close on her heels.

“Yes, Gerda?” Anna twisted to check one of the leather straps on the breast plate.

“You are not leaving this castle.” Her face flushed from the run. The handmaiden stood tall, scowling down at the younger woman.

Anna took no offense at the woman’s sharp tone. “Yes, I am.”

Alma leaned in. “Anna, dear, we can’t risk something happening to you.”

Anna placed a hand on each woman’s arm, looking between them as she spoke. “You’ve spent years teaching me what it means to be a princess. I know what is expected of me, and I’m going to do my duty. Just as my sister would.” She squeezed their arms, offering them a warm smile.

As she moved to turn away, Gerda caught her arm. She leaned in for only Anna to hear. “Please, be careful, button.”

Anna nearly broke at the endearment. “I will.” She turned to find Kai in her path.

“Please, Princess Anna, don’t do this.”

“Don’t worry so, Kai. It’ll be alright.” She patted his arm, offering him a broad smile.

“I always worry about you, Milady.”

She ducked her head, against the rush of emotions, threatening to overtake her. “I know.” Pushing down the emotions she straightened. “I’ll see you for dinner.” Not waiting for an answer she spun on her heels, and marched to her horse. In one smooth motion she mounted Kjekk.

“Captain, we’ll start with the closer houses, then work our way to the orphanage. Viktoria will need help getting the children to the castle.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She looked around the courtyard. “Where is Colonel Tollak?”

Morten twisted in the saddle, searching the grounds. “I’m not sure, Your Highness. Would you like me to send someone to find him?”

“No. That won’t be necessary.” Anna couldn’t shake the nagging feeling something was wrong. “Alright gentlemen, let’s not keep the people waiting.” She guided Kjekk to Captain Morten’s side. With a command from Halvor the men formed up to follow. A wagon rattled along behind the small group.

As they disappeared through the gates, Gerda moved to Kai’s side. “She doesn’t belong out there.”

Kai watched as the wagon passed the gates. “I know. But, she’s right, it is her duty. Come along, wife, we’ve work to do.”

With a last look at the empty gate, Gerda followed after him.

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Tollak made his way through the forest, behind him laid Arendelle. Every once in a while he could hear shouts or animal calls. But they were too far away to distinguish. He made his way to a cliff overlooking the sea. From a pocket he pulled out a spyglass, and focused it on the horizon. In the distance five ships were making their way toward the coastline. Four were on a direct course for the fjord gate. The fifth, a frigate, had veered away from the others. It’s course would bring it to the beach at the base of the cliff.

In the distance, the Arendelle flagship, Agdar, gave chase to the three ships heading for the fjord. The rest of the Arendelle flee was either damaged or battling the remaining Lienz ships. His head nodded in approval. The Agdar was a fine, fast ship, but she’d be hard pressed to capture the ships racing for the fjord. Even if she did, three to one were steep odds.

He fell a twinge of remorse for the brave sailors and Marines sure to be lost in the coming battle. They’re good men, but their sacrifices are necessary. With that thought he snapped the spyglass closed and started down the narrow path leading to the beach. With the fleet overrun, and the town and fjord posed for capture, it would only be a matter of time before the castle would be forced to surrender, his men would see to that.

It’ll be over soon, he smiled at the thought.

#Frozen #Daughters of Arendelle #Elsa #Anna #Kristoff #Snow Sisters #Ice Bros

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runekept · 6 years

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mocha and earl grey tea~~

Mocha : Dream Job?

I want to be a writer! I love psychology, but writing has always been my main passion. I’d love to be able to do it for a living. and if anyone ever wants to beta read stuff you know where to find me.

Earl Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?

I’m getting one of those shark-proof diving wetsuits with the steel mesh in them, bc like...zombies have people teeth, and I sure as hell can’t bite through that shit. and then I’m barricading myself in a Costco. have fun getting in without a membership, suckers, this Costco is Vik City now.

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Is that a cat?

[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn] Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya Singing out the silencer with more violence than "Heil Hitler" He get some looks, some bullshit roll-over, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer A must we bust your crusty subwoofer system Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin' A glutton for bludgeoning blood gushin', here you go, stud muffin It’s nothin', get it on the get-by Bet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eye Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires Too many fake killers, and jive sires Dropped these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole S.O.B. and smug to the utmost Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut Mos, word to Thutmose What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty  [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours Storming out the door, don't press record, I hate my fucking voice Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly I'm swimming in water that's been dicy Since landing And I'm owing these niggas nothing like all that I've been handed For free Don't pan your cameras to me Ho, don't command me to speak Got these little niggas swinging from the banister, on fax in his pajamas walking slow because the camels keep his stamina weak And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks out Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now Rapping good as motherfucking janitors sweep now Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel  [Verse 3: Captain Murphy] Captain's back (Yay!) So go on put your mic away (Where?) Inside a microwave (Oh) When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (hee-hee) We blowing bubbles at the pearly gates Took a selfie with the king but only see my face I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces trading head for Reese's Pieces Interject in niggas' verses with this book of witches' curses I cast a spell upon your bitches, but my thirst is for the hearses I’m spilling out my innards to these n-words, journey inwards Caught her quarter past the moment, got a cord of past opponents In a fragment of a moment, man I killed that rap then owned it Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock Bitch manic parents panic, I’m a mechanic with these patterns Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Madder Hatter Never mind the hammer, manners out the window Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno, just pretendo Don’t ask him where the pen go 'cause the pencil got me paper paid And paydirt made them paint her With the mask and faded sweatshirt, nothing lesser Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers

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princeubbe · 7 years

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Muses we would love to see in the Vikings RP community

** we understand some of these characters are now deceased, but there are a large majority of us in the fandom that are more than happy to RP with canon divergent characters or RP times where they were alive in the series. Do not feel like they would not be welcomed.

Leif

Halfdan

Horik

Erlendur

Kalf

Aelle

Father Cuthbert

Jarl Borg

Yidu

Sigvard

Guthrum

Erik Martienn

Elisef (erik’s wife)

Ellisef (princess)

Earl Vik

Egil

Ealhswith (aelle’s wife)

Ecgberht (son of aelle, presumed king of northumbria after aelle’s death)

Odo

Therese

Roland

King Charles

Princess/Queen Judith

Queen Kwenthrith

Seer

Prince/King Athelwulf

Astrid

Kassia

Euphemius

Aud

Rollo

#vikings rp #vikings #historical rp #historyvikings #mythological rp #let me know if i need to add anyone #i added some of the characters we have yet to meet in season 5 #but will soon

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squirrelacorngliterfarts · 7 years

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“my king” requested

it was a wet, dreary, cold morning as the cloud covered sun tried to shine down on you all, struggling to let any ray of warmth touch your skin.

but, it was cold for many other reasons, aside from the chillful air that surrounded wessex.

it felt all the more colder, because of the state your heart was in.

for many months- no, years, you’d known you were in love with him, you knew that you could love him better than most, you knew you could satisfy him better than any other woman. you knew, you always knew.

the problem you ask?, he was your king, and you?, his slave.

king harald finehair, what could you say about the man?, he was powerful, handsome, brutal, cunning, and very, very smart.

but that, was what people saw on the outside.

the harald you knew, was no king, but a man wanting love.

he favored you over all his slaves. from the moment he met you, he knew he could rely on you, trust you with every little secret.

you were just a young woman when he had taken you as a slave, bought you, actually, from a terrible man, you couldn’t have been more thankful. you half expected your first day as haralds slave to be filled with you pleasuring his men, one by one, satisfying them to the last drop. but no, instead, you were told by harald that you would be forever by his side, that no man would ever touch you, not even him.

he trusted you with every inch of his being.

as time went on you learned so much of the handsome man who’d taken you in and treated you as an equal, learned so many things you’d never dare to speak of.

why did you do this?, because you fell in love with him.

sad, really. to be in love with someone whom you couldn’t have. he was high harald finehair, on search to become king of all Norway, in search to wed and bare children. and in his eyes, he had found the right woman.

of course it wasn’t you, it was the beautiful princess ellisif. and this hurt you to your very core. why?, why couldn’t he see that YOU could love him, YOU could bare his children. why?.

but when he told you of her, all you did was smile and cheer him on.

like you usually did.

as of right now you had raided with him along with the viking army, to aid the lothbrok brothers in their quest to avenge their fathers death.

and the whole time, you stuck by harald, your king. you did everything you could to please him, you made sure his clothes were washed, made sure his skin was clean, braided his hair anytime he needed, you did all these things even though he never asked you to.

“why?, because you loved him.

but, a few days ago, something had ruined you, ruined and beat you down until you felt like you were the lowest dirt below the vikings feet.

princess ellisif and her husband, earl vik, had made an appearance, once again showing up to belittle your chance of ever being with harald.

but hold on one moment......husband?.

she promised she would wait for him, promised that once he became king, she’d marry HIM.

this just pissed you off more and more. you could see it on your masters face as he talked to her, the hurt that graced his beautiful features made you hurt. how dare she!?, how dare she manipulate him like that!.

you were never one for bad language, but, what a bitch.

you now were walking, walking in a little clearing whilst enjoying nature, wondering what it would be like if you were of higher title. would harald have wanted to marry you instead of ellisif.

it all made your eyes swell with tears.

when you heard loud, fast approaching footsteps you brushed them away.

“(y/n)!”. you turned and seen that it was none other then haralds brother, halfdan, wearing a smug but concerned look....it startled you to see that he was covered in blood.

“h-halfdan?, what-”. but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off, grabbing at your hand.

“no time, it’s harald” halfdan said, making your blood run cold. he didn’t have to say anything else, you ran with halfdan, possibly faster than him, you needed to find your king. you HAD to find him.

halfdan made a stop at a large tent that you recognized to be haralds. you went to rush in, but halfdan stopped you.

“he’s dazed, love. not himself, he couldn’t even talk to me. be careful”.

his words didn’t faze you, you knew how harald could be, but ould he ever do that towards you?, never. you slowly walked in, shutting the flap to the tent as you did so.

harald was sitting on his makeshift bed, shirt off, blood covering his body, much more so then halfdan. he was holding his head in his hands, not moving, not even breathing it looked like.

you walked over as slowly as you could, making your steps loud so it wouldn’t startle him. finally, you made it in front of him.

you crouched down on your knees, facing him. your gentle hands moved up and slowly peeled his hands away from his face.

you expected anger, you expected such a powerful rage to wash over him. but no, there was anger yes, but pain was more evident as small tears gathered in your king’s eyes.

“harald” you called out softly, wanting for him to look at you, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. you moved in closer, basically between his legs and kissed both of his hands, then pressed them to your face.

“harald, please look at me” you whispered, voice shaky and small. he then looked at you, the tears never escaped his beautiful blue eyes.

“she betrayed me, why?, i thought......i thought she wanted me”.

your words then came out angry, but passionate.

“she is a fool not to want you, harald. a stupid fool who never deserved your love in the first place” you said, making his lips quirk up in a small smile.

he then turned more serious, his hands now holding your cheeks.

“halfdan killed her.....she was trying to kill me, but i hadn’t realized”.

his words sent a wave of shock down your spine.you spared a glance at your king and it saddened you even more to see him look right at you with an emotion you could only call despair.

but his next words...it surprised you.

“but i realized that halfdan was right. if she truly would have wanted me, why would she have married another?, and i knew there was a reason as to why you hated her so much” he said making you both chuckle.

you shook your head at him, but you still couldn’t help but feel for him. “i’m...i’m so sorry harald”.

“no, do not be sorry, love. none of this was your doing. you even warned me about her, (y/n)” he said, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone, making you smile.

you then stood, walking over to the basen in the corner and grabbed a cloth and wrung it out in the water.

you walked back over to him and went to crouch back down in front of him on the floor, but harald had other plans.

he sighed and laid back and grabbed your hips, placing you on top of him, legs on both sides of his hips. you sighed and shook your head.

“you’re full of surprises, harald finehair” you said, careful not to move too much. harald hummed and placed his hands behind his head as you started to clean the blood from his body.

you could tell it was still hurting him, you could always tell what he was feeling, ever since you met him.

you gently started to drag the cloth over his skin, dragging it up and down his chest. harald groaned when you had hit a cut that had been on his shoulder for months. but you or him didn’t say a word. it was quiet, until he started talking so faintly it almost hurt your ears.

“i still remember the first time i seen you”. his words caused you to stutter your movements. you looked into his eyes which were staring so fondly into yours.

“you looked so beautiful. so radiant. and when your eyes met mine, i knew i had to have you” harald muttered, you continued to move your hands upon his skin, washing the blood away from his smooth marble flesh, but still stared at him.

“i knew that no man was allowed to touch you, i knew you were so faithful. i knew you’d never leave me, you believed in me when no one else did, you cared. but why?” he asked.

you sighed and slipped off his body, walking to the basen and threw the bloody cloth in the water. his skin was clean now, glowing from the small ray of sunlight that had finally broken through the clouds, coming through the tent.

you fisted your dress between your fingers tightly, worried that your words would make this whole situation worse.

“because, i seen a light in you, harald. i seen so much power in you, a drive that made me feel something divine. you gave me my old self back, and i will never be able to thank you, harald” you said, walking back over to him.

you slid behind his sitting up form and pressed your chest against his back. he hummed lowly and turned his towards you.

“and........because i love you, harald” you whispered, eyes closing as you said this.

the words hung in the air, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. after the words left your mouth, you immediately regretted saying anything.

embarrassment and humiliation flooded your veins, how could you have been so stupi-

harald had moved a hand up and wrapped his fingers in your hair, keeping your head oh so close to his.

“i love you” he whispered.

you sat there not knowing what to do. you weren’t even sure you had heard him correctly. “i hadn’t known until....until last night. i always felt something towards you, but i hadn’t known what the feelings were, but then i realized how mush you were there for me, you cared for me more then any other woman could”.

his words filled a happiness so bright within you, you finally felt complete and whole. you almost cried out.

you slipped your hands around his body, hand running over his broad chest. you moved in closer, lips brushing against his ear. you honestly wondered where this newfound confidence came from.

“let me give you my body, harald. let me give you everything you deserve”.

your words made him groan lightly, shifting where he sat.

he turned around fully and grasped your by your hips, gently laying you down on your back. he then moved on top of you his hands softly massaging your hip bones.

he then placed his full body weight on you, causing a delicious ache between your legs.

you wrapped both arms around his neck, legs caging his waist.

“use me, harald. use me” you whispered, his mouth just meters from yours. he then just leaned in and kissed your bottom lip, not kissing you fully.

you smiled widely, and kissed him, him smiling with you.

his mouth was so hot, so perfectly wet against yours. your lips moved in such harmony, you’d felt as if you’d been doing this forever. the sunlight poured in heavily now, making the room hot and stuffy, the cool furs beneath you feeling smooth as silk against your bare arms.

his tongue slowly slipped between your lips, brushing against yours. it felt so euphoric to be here, laying under him.

he then started pulling the straps of your dress down. your velvet skin glowing in the soft glow that floated about the room.

he peeled the dress off of your body and moaned at the sight of you. you groaned loudly when he placed his large rough hand over your breast.

“harald” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut. you thrusted your hips up, your whole body was begging to be filled. you could already feel the wet slick gathering between your thighs.

“so sensitive. my pretty girl” he whispered leaning down to kiss your neck, you keened lowly and tightened your grip on his neck. every little movement that came from you made him kiss you harder and deeper.

your hand then slowly trailed down his body, down to his hips and tugged on his trousers, massaging the newly revealed skin.

the sight of his hard prick made you moan louder, wondering if he was even going to fit.

he decided to slide his hand down your body, following your lead, and made his way to your hot sex.

his feather light touch on you caused you to whine, and grip his wrist. you wanted him in you, but not like this.

“harald, iv’e been doing that for months, i don’t want fingers anymore, i want your cock” you whispered.

your confession made him close his eyes and lick his lips.

“what are you doing tome?” he asked more so to himself then you.

you smiled gently and gripped his cock in your small fist and guided him to you.

you were practically shaking when he bumped your entrance. he looked so ready, in such a frenzy to be in you. this was what you had wanted, to please your king, to love your king.

he silently asked if you were sure. your answer?, slipping him inside of you.

you both groaned loudly, your tight walls welcoming him ever so tightly and gripping him still.

his cock was being squeezed so deliciously, held in a wet and warm embrace.

“yes, yes, yes” you chanted, feeling him twitch and slide even deeper.

when he bottomed out is when you both opened your eyes.

you both sat frozen, panting already even though you two hadn’t even moved. you wrapped your shaky arms around his neck as his hand grabbed one thigh and wrapped it around his waist, keeping it there.

finally, he moved.

this little thrust, caused something to awaken in the both of you. something so powerful, so feral, so dirty, so......animal.

he hissed when he thrust again, eyes never leaving each others. chests sliding together, hips bumping against one another.

it was slow but oh so rough. him dragging his body against yours, cock barely just sliding out, but forcing it’s way deeper.

your eyes could barely stay open at this point, but you bit your lip and made them open. harald placed a hand around your throat, barely applying any pressure, he stroked his thumb over your jugular.

“so good, so tight for me, love” he grunted, his head connecting with yours, lips just on the edge of touching.

“gods, harald!” you whimpered, clenching around him. your orgasem was fast approaching, and you hated it, you wanted this too last so much longer.

harald knew this, but wanted to see and feel you cum, he too was near the end. he let go of your thigh and started to rub your clit roughly.

“let go, my love. i’m not done with you after” he promised making you cry out, tears pooling in your eyes from the most amazing pleasure you had ever felt.

you were shaking, shivering, sweating, moaning, and convulsing around him. he never knew a woman to be so responsive to him.

“please, love. let me cum in you, let me make you mine” he growled thrusting faster.

your sex finally clamped down on him and brought you to your peak.

you came with a shout of his name, scratching your nails down his back, stopping at his hips. that caused him to release all on it’s own.

you could feel it pool inside you, so much so that some had dripped down your thighs, painting them white.

you had arched so high from the bed that harald had to wrap a arm around your waist and kept you both still as he released every once he had left in him.

you both laid comepltely still on that bed, harald was now laying on your chest, listening to your still fast beating heart.

you had left your arms wrapped around his neck, smoothing the hair from his face.

“you are mine. you are no longer a slave, you will have a place beside me, on the throne, at the table, and in my bed. you are mine” he whispered, rubbing the skin of your hips.

you hummed lowly, and gasped drowsily as he kissed your ribs softly.

“i love you”.

you could finally sense a peace within your king, a peace that you had been wanting to see for a long, long time. and it had come from you, his little slave.

“and i love you, my king”.

i apologize for this horrible shit, this was requested from the sweet and kind @anzoh! sorry i butchered your awesome idea!! <3 but thanks again fro requesting (probably never going to get another after this mes) lol lots of love and thanks from me

#harald finehair #vikings #vikings imagine #vikings harald imagine #harald and halfdan #harald finehairs heathen army #king harald finehair #Smut #ivars heathen army #flufy #harald imagine #harald x reader #vikings smut

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#vikings #ellisif #earl vik #king ecbert #princess judith #queen ealshwith #princess blaeja #vtrash edits #vtrash gifs #vikings history

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thegreenlassie · 8 years

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D is for documentaries

This selection of 15 documentary films and series shows the extent and effects of the global waste problem (Plastic Planet, Plastic Paradise, Plasticized, Trashed, Addicted to Plastic) and gives and insightful overview of the environmental issues that products such as plastic bags (Bag It) and bottles (Tapped, Divide in Concord) cause.

Waste Land (BR, GB 2010)

directors: Lucy Walker, Karen Harley, cast: Vik Muniz

The film follows artist Vik Muniz as he journeys from his home base in Brooklyn to his native Brazil and the world's largest landfill, Jardim Gramacho, located on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. There he photographs an eclectic band of pickers of recyclable materials. Muniz recreates photographic images of the so called catadores out of garbage and reveals both their dignity and despair as they begin to re-imagine their lives.

The Secret Life of Rubbish (GB, 2012)

director: Chris Durlacher

A two-part BBC series offers an original view of the history of rubbish collection in modern Britain. As the programme sifts through the rubbish of the mid-20th century, we discover how the Britain of Make Do and Mend became a consumer society (Episode 1). Episode 2 deals with the 1970s and 1980s, when two big ideas emerged in the waste management industry: the privatization of public services and environmentalism.

Plastic Planet (A, D, 2009)

director: Werner Boote, writer: Werner Boote, cast: Werner Boote, John Taylor, Peter Lieberzeit

Werner Boote presents an up-close and personal view of the controversial and fascinating material that has found its way into every facet of our daily lives: plastic. He takes us on a journey around the globe, showing that plastics have become a threat for both environment and human health (http://www.plastic-planet.at/). - If you live in Germany, you can watch the film here: http://m.bpb.de/mediathek/187448/plastic-planet

Plastic Paradise: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch (USA, 2013)

director: Angela Sun, writer: Angela Sun, cast: Lewis Goldsmith, Angela Sun

Angela Sun's journey of discovery to one of the most remote places on Earth, Midway Atoll, to uncover the truth behind the mystery of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Along the way she encounters scientists, industry, legislators and activists who shed light on what our society's vast consumption of disposable plastic is doing to our oceans, and what it may be doing to our health (http://plasticparadisemovie.com/).

Plasticized (BR, ZA, AUS, K, SGP, USA, 2011)

director: Michael Lutman, cast: Marcus Eriksen, Anna Cummins

Plasticized follows the 5 Gyres Institute on a scientific expedition to understand the extent of plastic pollution in the South Atlantic Ocean. An eye-opening look at one of the institute's global missions, studying the effects, reality and scale of plastic pollution around the world (http://www.plasticizedthemovie.com/).

Bag It (USA, 2010)

director: Suzan Beraza, writer: Michelle Curry Wright, cast: Jeb Berrier, Anne Reeser

The film follows Jeb Berrier in Colorado as he makes a resolution to stop using plastic bags at the supermarket. He embarks on a global journey to unravel the complexities of our plastic consumption leading him to question the role of plastic in his life. What starts as a film about plastic bags evolves into a funny and relatable investigation into plastic and its effect on our waterways, oceans, and our own bodies (http://www.bagitmovie.com/).

The Clean Bin Project (CDN, 2010)

director: Grant Baldwin, cast: Grant Baldwin, Jenny Rustemeyer

Partners Jen and Grant go head to head in a comedic battle to see who can swear off consumerism and produce the least amount of garbage in an entire year. Featuring interviews with lecturers and pollution expert, the film presents the serious topic of waste reduction with optimism, humor, and inspiration for individual action (http://www.cleanbinmovie.com/).

No Impact Man (USA, 2009)

directors: Laura Gabbert, Justin Schein, cast: Colin Beavan, Michelle Conlin

For one year, the Beavan family swore off plastic and toxins, turned off their electricity, went organic, cycled. Together they attempted to make zero impact on the environment while living right in the heart of Manhattan, and this is the sensational, funny, and consciousness-raising story of how they did it (http://noimpactproject.org/movie/).

Trashed (USA, 2012)

director: Candida Brady, writer: Candida Brady, cast: Jeremy Irons, Evangelos Kalafatis, Clive Oxenden

Jeremy Irons sets out to discover the extent and effects of the global waste problem, as he travels around the world to beautiful destinations tainted by pollution. This is a meticulous, brave investigative journey that takes Irons (and us) from skepticism to sorrow and from horror to hope (http://www.trashedfilm.com/).

Addicted to Plastic (CND, 2008)

director: Ian Connacher

This Canadian documentary explores the worldwide production and environmental effects of plastic. The host takes a 2-year trip around the world to give us a better understanding of the life cycle of plastic. It is an in-depth look at plastic and how we have indeed become addicted to what we have been made to believe is a necessary item.

Tapped (USA, 2009)

directors: Stephanie Soechtig, Jason Lindsey, writers: Josh David, Jason Lindsey, Stephanie Soechtig, cast: Sally Bethea, Earl Blumenauer, Amanda Brown

This documentary creates an insight into the unregulated and unseen world of an industry that aims to privatize and sell back the one resource that ought never to become a commodity: our water. It explores the social, economical and environmental risks of a seemingly harmless item and portrays the lives affected by the bottled water industry by featuring those caught at the intersection of big business and the public's right to water.

Divide In Concord (USA, 2014)

directors: Kris Kaczor, Dave Regos, producers: David Regos, Jaedra Luke, cast: Jean Hill

This feature-length documentary follows an 84 year-old-woman trying to take down the third largest industry in the world. Resident Jean Hill is waging a seemingly unwinnable battle as she tires to ban the sale of bottled water in her town Concord, Massachusetts, while facing opposition from local merchants and the bottled water industry (http://divideinconcord.com/).

Garbage Warrior (GB, 2007)

director: Oliver Hodge, cast: Michael Reynolds, Chris Reynolds, Shauna Malloy

This feature-length documentary tells the story of US architect Michael Reynolds and his fight to introduce radically sustainable housing. An extraordinary tale of triumph over bureaucracy, Garbage Warrior is above all an intimate portrait of an extraordinary individual and his dream of changing the world (http://www.garbagewarrior.com/).

Hugh’s War on Waste (GB, 2015)

director: Minoo Bhatia, cast: Autumn DePoe-Hughes, Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall

This BBC series follow celebrity chef, television personality and journalist Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall on his mission to find out why we waste so much and how he campaigs against waste by food producers, retailers and consumers.

Baykeepers (AUS, 2014)

directors: Michael Lutman, writer: Michael Lutman, cast: Neil Blake

After hearing about expansive amounts of plastic in every major ocean, Port Phillip Baykeeper Neil Blake finds the sands of his local beaches in Victoria, Australia, are turning into a kind of micro-plastic confetti. In his journey to measure how far plastics has invaded the bay, Blake discovers a growing community striving to protect Port Phillip's health for generations to come.

also soon to come:

A Plastic Ocean (HK, 2016)

director: Craig Leeson

Journalist Craig Leeson discovers plastic waste in what should be a pristine ocean when searching for the elusive blue whale. Together with an international team of divers and scientists he travels to twenty locations around the world over four years to explore the fragile state of our oceans, uncover alarming truths about plastic pollution, and reveal working solutions that can be put into immediate effect (http://www.plasticoceans.org/film/).

#films #movies #documentaries #plastic rubbish #plastic bags #bottled water #trash #oceans #great pacific garbage patch #pollution #waste

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Mark Dion: The Moral of the Story is... Cold Calling

What an incredible day.

In Summary:

Had a great morning in IP with Franc, Sophia, D, and I, about where our projects are at. Received great inspiration regarding displays and novelty museums.

Had a great Sci Fi class in which I confirmed my Book-Flower project, which I won’t get into right now, but I’m happy about.

And then the Mark Dion event:

It’s 12:01 AM, and I’ve just got back from the Mark Dion dinner. I am so grateful that Sophia and Franc encouraged me to seek it out. Definitely one of the most memorable nights of my time here. It wasn’t simply a dinner, it was a dinner party. It was maybe 12 or 13 people total, but everyone there was there for a reason, and everyone was lovely and interesting and connected in some way.

One big surprise was that Scott Hockney was there as well! He was a previous Stamps Speaker, another favorite. His work is really also about finding/creating wonder in the overlooked. Turns out Scott Hockney is close friends with Mark Dion!

Another was that Mark Dion’s collaborator and friend Amanda Krugliak was there; She’s also the head of the institute of humanities. Her face is very familiar to me, simply because she has introduced more than a few Stamps speakers over the years. Although my face was not familiar to her, of course.

Chrisstina Hamilton really made an effort to make me feel comfortable. I felt very intimidated at first. I didn’t know anyone personally, and was the only undergrad in the room. When we arrived at The Earle, we went downstairs to a private room, and sat around a table that was, in Chrisstina’s opinion, just a bit too wide. Conversation started immediately; many people were familiar with each other. After we had ordered food, she clinked her glass and suggested we start introducing ourselves, and made note that I, as the lone IP student, would be required to also give a 3 sentence summary of my IP project. No pressure. When it got around to me I said, “For my IP project, I want to create a situation that makes people appreciate the wonder in the mundane.” This got a good reaction; Chrisstina told me to repeat it. “So, to do so, I’d like to take something incredibly ordinary, in this case, the Michigan Blue Bus, (Some confused faces in the crowd–– I clarify what those are) and document and observe as much as I can from it, and turn it into some kind of exhibit, an archive of the Bus.” They liked it so much they gave me more than the 3-sentence limit to elaborate... I explained my background with the Time Capsule project– how I got involved simply by emailing the team and asking to help out, and learning that the team was purely engineers and in need of some academic diversity. I talked about Kristin Hass’s class, about how time capsules tend to suck, which Mark agreed with, and our Bicentennial Party. After I finished my introduction, I felt like I’d earned my place at the table. I was in good company. These people think in similar ways.

There were so many coincidences this night. Seated next to me was Bryn, the GSI of the studio section I go to on Tuesday-Thursdays. Bryn had recognized me, and we realized that this was the reason. Now that we’re introduced, and she’s become familiar with what I’m working on, she said she’d be glad to stop by my studio to help out and have conversations!

Bryn and I also had a great conversation about life after graduation. Bryn spent three years between undergrad and grad school living in Toronto, and working part time at a restaurant to pay her bills, and spending the rest of her time putting herself out there, applying to grants, residencies, making art. She assured me that it IS possible, and to not let the inevitable “What job are you at?” questions discourage you from your goals. She also said that what kept her going was having moved to Toronto WITH a fellow student from her undergrad. Having her friend to bounce ideas off of and talk about art made the work feel less isolating. I told her this made me think of my brother; we’re on the same wavelength and I know I’ll have him to lean on throughout my life and career. I hope one day we work together, or that at least we are both doing good work.

I didn’t get the chance to ask Mark Dion many questions, although I did ask him the one that mattered most to me:

“In your work, you collaborate with so many different people, sewage treatment workers, botanists, architects... How do you do it? ...What I like about this University is that I can’t walk 5 minutes without bumping into someone who’s an expert on something. I’m afraid that when I graduate, all that will fall away.”

His response: Cold call people. Dion talked about an artist & friend who had wanted to make deep geological cores of governors island, in different shapes. And this artist just started calling up people who make geological cores. And got one no. Then another no, but with extra information: “You know, there’s only one company in the country that can do the kind of work you want to accomplish.” The artist calls that company, and they say “Absolutely.” And in 3 phone calls the artist found the people for the job. So the moral of the story is, there’s a world of experts at your fingertips all the time. You just need to reach out. Some of them will even be eager to help.

Later this same night, Chrisstina came over to me and made sure I was feeling alright, and I mentioned that I was grateful for being there, and was thinking about how it will never happen again. And Chrisstina said, well, every moment will never happen again! I mentioned my conversation with Mark, and another woman pointed out that this was exactly what I had done to get involved with the Time Capsule; I reached out. Simple as that. Chrisstina said, That’s the takeaway of the night!

Thinking back on my 4 years, this might be the takeaway of my whole education. Many of my projects started because I initiated collaborations with professors, historians, student teams and organizations.

The Penny Stamps Lecture Series has sent so many incredible people in our direction. I have had opportunities to ask questions to artists I never would have otherwise. I’ve had an unforgettable back and forth with Vik Muniz about the future of media. I’ve asked Christo why he likes the color orange so much. (I was corrected: it’s saffron, not orange!) I’ve seen egotists like Karim Rashid and Julian Schnabel, and wonderists(?) like Dan Goods and Fred Gelli. I’ve seen and spoken with humble artists like David O’Reilly and recently Keiji Ashizawa, both of whom are great speakers, in my opinion. I’ve sat down with Joe Sacco the day after his lecture for a lunch talk, and listened to others pick his mind. I’ve seen Grammy Award Winning™ John Luther Adams, (he likes to introduce himself this way, you see,) and the same night heard his piece Become Ocean performed by full orchestra. I’ve seen graphic narrative icon Alison Bechdel, and had asked her at her book signing if having her life story turned into a book and then a musical has made it feel less real, or more real? And she looked me in my eyes and told me, with intense consideration, that she had been thinking about this question a lot. And that the answer was More Real.

And tonight, I not only met Mark Dion, but Scott Hockney! At the end of the night, Scott was surprised to have learned that I had seen his lecture last year! I told him that his was amongst the few most grounded lectures I had seen in the series, and I meant that. He said that what I said earlier that night, about creating wonder out of the mundane, is something that he thinks about a lot.

At the beginning of the night, the table was having a conversation about the value of dinner parties– how they are occasions designed for the sake of connecting with people in a substantial way.

I am of the opinion that the Stamps Lecture series has been one big long dinner party. So I am very grateful to Penny Stamps for picking up the check.

PS: I met more cool people:

1. I met another GSI, Carolyn Gennari, who also knows American Culture professor Kristin Hass, and how badass she is. Carolyn was an BFA undergrad and is currently studying Museum Studies. I’ll be sure to let Kristin know I met her.

2. Sitting at the corner, I spoke with a woman whose name I forget. She works at her own letterpress company in Detroit. I had told her that she needs to check out Robin Sloan’s book Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore. Not more than 5 minutes later, Jennifer Friess, Assistant Curator of Photography at the UMMA, seated on the other side of the woman, asks her if she’s heard of Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore. And I just said, WAIT. And explained that I had JUST recommended that. And we had a moment. Jennifer and her husband have been reading the book together and have been loving it, and they’re almost done. And I told her that Robin Sloan came to campus only 2 weeks ago!! Which made her happy and upset at the same time. And that Robin Sloan has just put out a second book! “Is this real?” “Yes, the book is new!” “No, I mean this conversation!!” “OH.”

We continued to geek out over Robin Sloan, prime numbers, metafiction, AI singing, the merits of audiobooks, and other things that fall under the umbrella of Robin Sloan and general nerdiness. I promised to send her links to everything we’d talked about, which I will.

3. I barely spoke with her, but I met the upcoming new director of the UMMA. What I really admire about her is that she expressed her interest in what the future of museums are in a time when less and less people are enrolling in humanities studies like Art History. She is asking the right questions. I believe they’ll require unusual answers.

4. I officially met Prof. David Chung, who I’ll see tomorrow for a meeting related to screening videos in the Michigan Theater for IP. He gave me a valid critique of my Bus Archive idea: It’s too Michigan centric. I’ve gotten this critique before, in regards to my comics in the Michigan Daily. My response to this has always been, well, this is my audience, and this is the place that I’m in and responding to. Similar to how Mark Dion has to respond to the places that he works in before he knows what he’ll make. Chung is of the mindset that I should aim to make my work more general, or rather, to remember that my work is not about BUSSES, it’s about FAMILIARITY and OBSERVATION. This, this is a good critique and I let him know that. This was the similar issue with the Ant Travel Guide. It began to be about ANTS and not about, well, FAMILIARITY and OBSERVATION. That being said, Bryn suggested that maybe the Ant Travel Guide is worth returning to as an idea; she liked that better than the Bus idea. I admitted to the fact that the Bus is arbitrary; it’s a stand-in for an ordinary part of our routine. But perhaps I should give more thought to what specifically my project will be. I’ve asked the big questions; now I’ve got to make sure I nail these smaller questions down.

5. I mentioned that I met Scott Hockney earlier, but he told me as we said goodbyes that I am free to get in contact with him!!! He was a great person to talk to. The friendship Amanda, Scott and Mark have is pretty great, and Chrisstina is kind of everyone’s friend in the best way possible.

6. Chrisstina asked me to go home and write up a testimonial about this night, which is what I am doing and just about finished doing now. She told me to write something tonight, sleep, and with a clear head send a clean short version to her, for the sake of Penny Stamps, who is apparently not feeling super well right now, and would appreciate hearing about how grateful I am for this event.

Good night... It’s 1:50AM and I have class tomorrow...

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