#mandag

[9ande]

03.03.2025 - Neafør, bokhandeln

[8ande]

03.06.2024 - Inne og jobbe

[margaretsjuende]

15.05.2023 - Henta ut dette

[bighandsomemenfolk]

[noorhelming]

7 DECEMBER, 2015 ♡ MANDAG, 13:39

[becauseallhellseeisme]

Lars Ulrich Speaking Danish Part 2

Jump In The Studio: Hard at Work (Nov. 12, 2002) / Gammel Dansk commercial (March 31, 2014) / "Mandag Mandag" on Danish TV channel TV2 (Dec. 14, 1992)

[polkadotmotmot]

Jonas Pihl - Mytologisk Mandag, 2023

[holly-the-fallen-angel]

*Amythist was still recovering, having gayse and mandages covering half her face.*

"Hey holly."

*She's not got her usual bubbly, cheerful and hyper attitude.*

@hells-sleepiest-succubus

"Amythist!? Are ya alright?"

[handmedownpocketpussy]

Matt Rempe is gonna get himself killed, or kill someone else. I love hockey, it's a great sport, I've been a fan since the 90s, and I know it's unpopular but I've been happy to see the number of enforcers and fights go down.

I am of the belief if you need a fight to get hype for your team you're not a very engaged fan. If you need to fight to prove your worth on a team, you're probably not that good of a player.

Rempe strikes me as someone who puts pre-Great One style hockey on a pedestal, and is too young to understand how this is going to lead to his slow death from head trauma, or a quick death of someone else-- see his uncalled hit last night that was obviously charging, and sent that guy to the locker room [sorry leafs fans i forgot his name]

Hockey is dangerous but it's also a fucking game people shouldn't be cutting 10-20years off their lives for a game. the NHL and NHLPA need to mandage better helmets, cage players (yes i know the toothless thing is the Look of the sport i don't care), neck guards, etc.

I'm tired of watching 20 year olds ruin their lives because they feel invincible and are addicted to the cheering fans.

[aseksuelledk]

Husk, at det er på mandag, der igen er Ace Space i Buens Bogcafe i Aalborg! 💜

[9ande]

20.01.2025 - Trumpdag

[8ande]

27.05.2024 - Og så kom regnet!

[margaretsjuende]

17.04.2023 - Så kom påskeliljene

[slutforsnow]

His Sunflower

CHAPTER 6 BABY

I'm on a roll 🕺

Tw/CW: drugging, sexual implications, mentions of violence, murder mention, scars, blackout, vomit

On the way to Clemensia's party, Sunni kept the tension in the car light by rambling about whatever was running through her pretty little head. Talking about anything from art, to video games, to food. Sej and Coryo didn't mind, as it kept them distracted. They occasionally engaged in conversation with Sunni, only to quickly stop when Festus interjected.

Coryo's eyes were staring into the back of Festus' head, and if looks could kill Festus would've dropped dead the first moment he saw him after Sunni revealed they were together.

When the group arrived and Festus parked his car, he led Sunni into Clemensia's estate, where she stared up in awe, talking excitedly while Festus had a hand on waist. Sej and Coryo got out of the car, glaring at Festus.

"I brought my pocket knife, so if I need to, just let me know," Coryo mumbled to Sej as they walked up the steps, earning a hit to the chest.

"No!" He hissed, earning an eye roll from the blonde. "No murder again! The judge let you off the first time because you hadn't been diagnosed with I.E.D. yet and you were ordered to get court-mandaged therapy!"

"Damn, Sejanus, you're no fun," He grumbled as the two followed Festus and Sunni inside.

Inside of the estate, there were hundreds of students talking, dancing, some drinking alcohol, others doing drugs to let loose, making out, or doing whatever else. The lights were blinding and changing between a bunch of different colours as all kinds of music artists played on the speakers.

Sunni was eating a sugar cookie by Festus near a wall, trying not to feel uncomfortable by everyone else doing things she was taught not to do.

"It's kind weird... seeing everyone drinking alcohol," She whispered to Festus, finishing her sugar cookie.

"Oh, come on, baby, it's fine. C'mon it'll be fun," Festus encouraged, pouring Sunni a cup of whiskey. She shook her head, covering her nose with her hand.

"Nuh-uh, I refuse to try and drink until I'm 21," She refused, earning an exasperated groan from him. He downed what he poured, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever."

An hour passed, and by then, Sunni was in the middle of the dance floor, giggling up a storm as Festus had his hands a little too low on her as they danced to some popular song. His hands danced on her hips, and he was murmuring soft nothings in her ear that were lost on her due to the music.

Sunni was leaning into his touch, laughing and tossing her head back into his touch, feeling his thing against her back.

Sejanus and Coryo hated the sight as they mingled with the crowd. They had everything set up, and soon, it would be known to the entire grade what Festus was really like behind all that fucking charm and flirtatious attempts.

Then it happened.

The lights turned on, and Sunni was covered in a bunch of different foods. Then laughter erupted.

Sunni felt tears erupt in her eyes.

"And, THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how you embarrass a naive little bitch!" A loud voice boomed in the room which was followed by laughter.

Sunni brought a hand up to her head as she felt two pairs of hands pulled her up. She blinked a few time, trying to focus on Festus.

"Fes..? Why did you do that?" She asked, not realizing tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh, because I can! I had to embarrass you and your pathetic District mind!!" He replied, grinning maliciously.

"Why?" She asked stumbling, and feeling a familiar warmth embrace her.

"Because I can't believe how stupid you were to believe that I love you!!"

"You... you don't...?" She asked. Sunni started to cry harder. How could she be so stupid? Why didn't she believe Sejanus? Why hadn't she trusted him?

"No, you fucking moron!"

Sunni started getting dizzy and she felt sick. She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling warm until vomit spewed from her face, earning groans of disgust from their classmates.

The next morning, Sunni groaned feeling the sun's rays on her face. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes slowly scanning around the room. She was home?

She blinked a few more time, focusing on the figure who was seemingly asleep in a chair next to her bed.

"Cori...?" She mumbled, furrowing her brows a tad.

"Mornin', Sunshine," Coryo greeted, opening his eyes and sitting up. He reached over, brushing a lock of hair out of her sleepy face. She smiled a little at his touch, leaning into him. She was usually always warm, so his cold touch was a nice change to have against her body.

"Wha' happened...?" She asked. He grimaced, the events of last night came flooding back. Sunni's eyes soon noticed the bandages on Coryo's hands.

"Coryo, your hands-"

"I'll be fine, princess. You rest up, I'll go let Sej know you're awake and we'll bring you breakfast before we tell you what happened last night," He told her, gently cupping her face in his hand.

"Okay."

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[litteraturhistorikeren]

I går tog jeg til et AA-møde for første gang. Der var kun to andre, men de var simpelthen så søde. Så støttende og imødekommende. De gav mig begge deres telefonnumre. En af dem græd, da hun lyttede til mig, mens jeg “delte”. Jeg græd også. Det føltes lettende. Jeg vil tage til det næste møde igen på mandag. Om ikke andet føles det rart lige nu. Ingen i mit liv er stoppet med at drikke, eller prøver. Så det føltes godt at møde andre - der har været ædru i årevis, endda

[soelvfisk]

Mandag skulle jeg have været på hospitalet og få taget blodprøver og målt EKG igen. Jeg var så stresset over at skulle afsted at jeg var vågen hele natten for ikke at glemme det. Det endte med at jeg faldt i søvn 20 minutter inden min aftale og aldrig kom ud af døren.

I går var jeg til forlænget evalueringssamtale ved min læge. Og i dag skal jeg til psykiater igen. Har ikke taget på. Og jeg er SÅ TRÆT af at føle mig så meget som et sygt menneske. Som om min identitet er blevet bare at være udmattet patient. Voldsudsat og traumatiseret og underernæret. Alle mine kompetencer er ligesom forduftet. Skal bestille ny tid til blodprøve og EKG.

Har et ar i hånden fra da jeg var ung og forelsket. Min største kærlighed og jeg ville klatre ind i zoologisk have efter lukketid. Det var så dum og så fantastisk en plan. Han løftede mig op ad en stål-dør i mørket og jeg satte min fod på håndtaget og greb fat henover hegnet, uden at opdage at hegnet var fyldt med pigge. Og da han gav slip på mig, knækkede håndtaget under mig og jeg fik en pig lige op i midten af hånden. Så meget kaos på få sekunder. Han hjalp mig ned og trøstede mig. Vi blev enige om at vi ikke skulle i zoologisk have alligevel, hah. Sødt. Som om det nogensinde var en mulighed. Der gik betændelse i såret og jeg havde lige set en dokumentar om kødædende baktierier, så jeg var fuldkomment panisk. Så fik jeg hånden bundet ind i en kæmpe klump. Og nu er der kun en lille prik i min håndflade. Aer for den og tænker på ham. Vil meget hellere være patient på den måde. Vil hellere have sygdomsangst uden at være ægte syg. Savner som jeg var. Håber jeg kan lære at holde af sådan som jeg er. Synes det er svært.