#norwegian fandoms are sleeping too much

[ifindus]

[gerec]

fairytale style AU? I'm feeling a bit cheesy

There are a lot of great fairy tale aus in this fandom, Anon; here are a few that I hope you enjoy!

The Changeling Prince by Regann

While seeking help to break a magical curse, a soldier named Erik finds himself trying to solve the mystery of a young prince's illness, a task that leads him deeper into the fickle world of the fae than he ever imagined. (Fairytale AU)

Tale As Old As Time by madneto

Charles is a bibliophile living with his stepbrother in a remote village. Erik is a lonely prince with an affliction he doesn't know how to control. Logan is the greatest hunter in the whole world.

Little Blue Riding Hood by Pangea

An extremely serious retelling of Little Red Riding Hood.

Gain Your Freedom by Synekdokee 

“Why are you so concerned,” the king asked, voice strained. “You are here against your will. You were gifted to me against your consent. When I die, you shall gain your freedom.”

The Most Powerful Thing in the World by velvetcadence

Charles has been cursed with a pig's nose, and only true love can break the spell.

The Little Polar Bear (East of the Sun and West of the Moon) by kageillusionz

In a Modern, Powered AU, Charles Xavier is a struggling post-graduate student who works part time as a waiter for a catering job. His father once owned the prestigious toy company called The Little Polar Bear, that is until he died in a factory fire and his mother remarried to the Markos who run it to the ground.

As fate will have it, Charles is working the night The Little Polar Bear undergoes a merger with Das Spielwarengeschäft mit der Maus, an overseas toy company that is run by the enigmatic Erik Lehnsherr who always keeps part of his face covered.

This is the story of them falling in love and facing a number of trials and tribulations to stay together. Based loosely from the Norwegian fairytale East of the Sun, West of the Moon and written for Round Two of X-Men Big Bang.

The Sleeping Beauty in the Ivory Tower (- or Erik Lehnsherr is a hopeless romantic) by ximeria

There is a tale, out among the stars, of a sleeping beauty in an ivory tower.

Maze by AuraWhiteFox

The last thing Erik expected to deal with was a child kidnapping King from another dimension. But that’s what happening. When one night became too much and Erik wished his children gone the Goblin King accepted his wish and stole them away.

Faced with a future without his children Erik makes a deal with the King, if he can solve the Maze and make it to the Goblin King’s castle in 12 hours he can have his children back.

If he doesn’t…his children will remain in the Goblin’s hands…as too will Erik.

The Sleeping Prince by Gerec 

Erik grew up on tales of the Sleeping Prince, the beautiful boy who slumbers in his castle, waiting for true love's kiss. His stepbrother Sebastian pushes him to go searching for Charles, hoping to wake him and claim a just reward. But when they find the Prince still asleep in his Tower, a simple kiss isn't enough to break the spell...

...so Sebastian suggests they try a little something more.

(A dark, Sleeping Beauty AU).

Erik by jackpack

The Shrek AU nobody asked for. Erik is a mutant living deep in the woods of Genosha, whose land is suddenly invaded by other displaced mutants. Angry, he approaches Lord Stryker, who says that he will only give Erik his land back if he brings him Prince Charles Xavier, the fairest royal in the land and the heir to the Genoshian throne, who has been kept in a tower since his childhood and hidden from the world.

Burn as Blue by ang3lsh1

When the King liberates Prince Erik from the dragon and carries him back to the kingdom, he doesn't realise that Prince Erik feels that he's been kidnapped instead and is determined to make his way back to his dragon.

Love Like Winter by garnettrees (unfinished but amazing and highly recommended!)

"Once, when all the world was green and young, there lived two very different little boys..."

Now these boys have grown, thrust onto a political battlefield filled with long-held grudges and secret motives. Charles has spent the majority of his adult life studying and teaching the finer points of spell casting.

Erik... Erik fights for what is his.

More Than All The World (The Werewolf's Tale) by luninosity

An Erik/Charles story very loosely based on Marie de France’s 12th-century French werewolf tale, in which Erik is the man transformed into a wolf (he’ll get changed back by the end, it’s not that kind of story, though they very definitely do fall in love) and Charles is a king and eventually there’s a happy ending. Also, a villain’s nose gets bitten off.

A Tale of Two Kingdoms by Pangea

The Swan by waitfornight 

In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

Beyond the Brambles by velvetcadence

Erik won't wake up unless Charles kisses him down there. A Sleeping Beauty AU.

The Sleeping Prince by stickmarionette

The King and Queen both came to a violent end, as so many kings and queens of Genosha had before them. A shame, but all tales of this sort need blood to feed them.

As for the Crown Prince, just fifteen years old and full of promise, he fell into a deep sleep from which no method devised by the best healers in Genosha could wake him.

The tale of Erik Lehnsherr and the Sleeping Prince of Genosha.

Till Human Voices Wake Us And We Drown by SharpestScalpel

Charles is a selkie. Erik finds his pelt.

Snow White & Sky Blue by TurtleTotem

In which Mother MacTaggert raises two mutant infants left to die in the forest, Shaw is an evil dwarf, and Erik is a bear. (An XMFC version of the fairy tale "Snow White and Rose Red".)

As They Kept Falling the Way Leaves Do by cm (mumblemutter) 

Charles saves Erik.

A Wolf Eats the Sun by SharpestScalpel

For a kink meme prompt:

Charles = red riding hood Erik = the hunter Shaw = the wolf

Can be as vanilla or as smexy as you want given how the red hood in the original parable is supposed to represent a girl's virginity lol

Happily Ever After, My Arse! by ximeria

Fairy Land has had a nice, long run of the show Happily Ever After, but with it gearing up to its 13th season, the previous two years' dwindling viewer numbers mean this might be the last one.

The premise has always been a selection of contestants competing for a happily ever after. No one has ever considered adding a clause specifying that villains can't participate. So what happens when the Master of Magnetism decides to join in on the 'fun'?

The show might turn out to be a total disaster — or a total success if the show’s suffering host, Charles Xavier, manages to come to terms with several things, the pressing one among them being his budding attraction to this impossible man. Not that his co-host, Raven, makes it easy for Charles to stay in denial when she’s in charge of dressing up the contestants.

Add in a tablespoon of Shrek, some How to Train your Dragon and a pinch of Monsters' Inc and your Happily Ever After might just not flambè your arse

[forerussake]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

I was tagged by @hideyseek thanks so much my friend!!!

3 ships you like: WEILAN my babes my beloveds my absolute darlingest boys! also weilan derivatives: LUOLIN (Luo Fei from Detective L/Lin Nansheng from The Rebel). Can I list anything not vaguely Guardian-related atm???? Eeeehm why not: QINGYA (Qingming and Boya, from The Yin Yang Master: Dream of Eternity specifically), bc how can you not ship it when the shipname is literally in the Chinese title of the movie (晴雅集).

First ship ever: ooooomf you think i remember that? probably sth Tolkien-related? Glorestor (Glorfindel/Erestor) perhaps? idk.....

Last song you heard: uuuuuhm Poor Unfortunate Souls from the Little Mermaid (but specifically the OG Broadway Cast version)

Favourite childhood book: ohhh there is too many to choose :((( I will just list a few. De Wereld van Sofie by Jostein Gaarden (printed originally in Norwegian, but I read it in Dutch, hence the Dutch title. Iit really turned my world upside down when I was eight.) Secondly Mark Tijsmans's De Ridders van de Ronde Keukentafel (which I guess was my first experience with the Major Character Death rating, at around the same age. I remember crying so hard.) I loved the Grey Ranger series by John Flanagan also (also read in Dutch, obviously). And definitely also The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel series by Michael Scott, which my aunt recommended to me. I'll stop now.

Currently reading: actively? nothing. technically I'm still halfway into the first volume of MDZS, but i have been for over a year so... I still need to finish Yu Hua's Brothers also, bc my high school Chinese teacher gifted that book to me (signed by the translator even) upon graduation (5 years ago) and I never finished it because it's sooooo long and I keep getting distracted, and I feel vaguely guilty about still not having finished it.

Currently watching: Parallel World!!! Which I'm having a blast with. Bai Yu and Ni Ni are sooo much fun together. But I briefly interrupted it to finally watch Shadow and Bone. I'm gonna get back to Parallel World soon though.

Currently consuming: nothing. though I should probably get myself something to drink soon. It'll be lunch time in like half an hour. I'll do it then.

Currently craving: not really anything? I think? More sleep probably, but that is an always problem.

Thanks again for the tag <333

Tagging: @omaenanimonoda @the-marron @lucientelrunya @dual-domination @pangzi @programmedradly @mjsakurea @aredhel-of-doylkien @deathofsanity if you want to :)))

[flawedamythyst]

Fandom Deep Cuts

Tagged by @drgrlfriend : okay apropos of this post —

tag a writer if you’d like them to share a never-before-seen playlist/moodboard/bit of background lore from one of their fics!

So, I'm going to be talking about Cluster Got Your Back, Bro, which is my Sense8 Avenger's AU. I'll ramble about it for a bit, and then I've got a scene that got cut.

So, when I look back the thing that frustrates me most about this fic is the failure to live up to the diversity of Sense8 itself. Everyone is white, I managed 2 women out of 8, and despite Bruce being in India and Bucky starting out in Afghanistan, everyone is from the USA/Europe/Australia. Given the state of the MCU at the time I wrote it (which was pre-Black Panther or I would definitely have dropped Bruce for T'Challa) I don't know that I could have done much better but it still bugs me. I tried to get a bit more global by making Tony Italian and dumping Thor in Australia rather than Norway, which might have felt more obvious but would have meant I had 3 Americans, 4 Europeans and Bruce, hanging out in India but clearly not Indian. Not that Australia isn't another Western country, but at least it spread out the dots on the map a bit.

And I did really enjoy writing Australian!Thor. He was so much more fun than Norwegian!Thor would have been, imho.

The hardest part of writing it was the timezones. I had a tab open on Time Zone Converter the whole time I was writing it, and kept having to move scenes around so it wasn't weird that various people were awake at the same time. Thank God for Thor's dawn surfing habit and Tony's erratic sleep patterns, but the hardest one was definitely Bruce. He was just never awake when the others are.

He's also the only one who didn't get his own plotline and yes, that is a bit related, but also, I was juggling a lot already and I didn't have anything for him to do. I hinted at him being on the run or whatever, but I never gave him any real backstory. I think it would have all been too much. So, bless him, he's just the guy who sleeps through the plot, occasionally meditates and is only useful when someone gets injured.

Originally, there was going to be an extra epilogue bit set a couple of years later, to show everyone settled into the lives they ended up with, which is what the snippet below the cut is. I accidentally introduced an antagonist though, and it suddenly started feeling like a sequel with a whole new plot arc, so I cut it. I kinda meant to go back at some point, but that never happened (if it had, possibly Bruce would have got some plot of his very own. Possibly not.)

It's a bit long and stops mid-scene, as a warning.

Clint actually really loved being a Stark Industries bodyguard. It meant he got to wear sunglasses and loom behind Tony, looking menacing - which was easy, given their respective heights. He got to carry a weapon everywhere with him which, okay, so it wasn’t his bow, but a gun was okay too, and got him less weird looks, and mostly his job was just watching people, which was easy as shit.

Mostly, though, he liked that it meant he got to work with Bucky.

“All clear here,” said Bucky through the comms that Tony had insisted on buying them, even though they could speak to each other’s minds. Clint glanced over the crowd of assembling reporters to where Bucky was standing by the door, looking hot as hell in his fancy suit as he glared around at the crowd.

“Here too,” said Clint, tearing his eyes away to glance around from his vantage point on the stage. “Tony, are you ready?”

Tony was in the back room, flicking through notecards that Clint knew he’d ignore as soon as he came out in front of the crowd. “Sure, yeah,” he said distractedly. “Hey, is the guy from The New Yorker here?”

Clint had no idea what he looked like, so he just scanned over the crowd as Tony appeared beside him, following his gaze.

“Aha! There he is,” said Tony, pointing at an old guy in the second row. “He wrote an article when I moved to New York about how Stark Industries was overextending itself. I’m going to make him eat his words.”

“Not literally, please,” said Steve. He wasn’t at the press conference, because despite Tony's best wheedling, he’d declined every single job offer from Stark Industries and stayed working for the NYPD. Clint thought he was nuts, because the benefits he and Bucky got were insane. The dental alone was worth turning up every day to hang around with one of his closest friends and his boyfriend, while looking hot in a suit.

And Clint did look hot. Bucky had made sure that he knew that.

“Sure, sure,” said Tony. “All the words eating will be hypothetical.” He straightened his tie, then took a step closer to the door. “Okay, I’m ready. Wish me luck, guys.”

Everyone who was currently awake wished him luck, glancing in on the press conference from wherever they were. Thor was in board shorts, clutching his surfboard as he ran down to meet the first wave of the day, Wanda was curled up on a sofa reading a briefing document and drinking a glass of wine in preparation for the next day’s political mindgames in the Sokovian parliament. Natasha didn’t let them see where she was, which was pretty much standard these days, now she was rising through the ranks of SHIELD.

Bruce was asleep. Tony had tried to persuade him that he needed to stay up for the conference, for moral support, but Bruce had just rolled his eyes and started his usual evening meditation.

Steve was on patrol with Sam, but Clint could see him sitting in an unoccupied chair in the front row, waiting for Tony’s big announcement.

Tony strolled out as if onto a runway, waving both hands at the crowd. “Hey guys!” he said. “Good to see you again. Well, most of you.” He sent the guy from The New Yorker a pointed look. “Now, I know most of you are hoping this is going to be about some awesome new Stark Industries product, because everything we create is incredible, but this is actually going to be even more fun than that.” 

His hand went into the pocket his notecards were in for a moment, but when he took it out, it was empty.

This was going to be fun.

“Okay, so it’s probably pretty clear now that I’ll be living in New York semi-permanently for a bit,” said Tony. “Not that I don’t love Roma, of course not, the weather is so much better, not to mention the coffee, although the tourists are about the same. Just, New York has a couple of things in it that I’m enjoying having easy access to.” He gave Steve a wink that made Steve roll his eyes, and then disappear to go back to his patrol.

Tony just turned his grin on the rest of the crowd, unfazed. “Which means I need to start acting like a good neighbour, right? I don’t want to be one of those asshole-type billionaires who don’t pay taxes and pretend a couple of thousand to charity is a big deal. Not that I’m talking about anyone in particular of course, except, wait, yes I totally am, and of course I’m going to name and shame them. Page four of your briefing pack has a full list of billionaires who aren’t pulling their weight when it comes to helping out the rest of the community.”

Clint wondered who had signed off on the briefing pack, and how long it would take Pepper to fire them.

“So, in addition to paying all my taxes like a good boy -my returns are available on request from the PR department- I figure it’s time to get into the philanthropy business properly. So, I’m announcing that I’m setting up the Maria Stark Charitable Foundation, who will be starting off with a fund of a couple of billion, to be divided between projects in New York, for my neighbours, and throughout the world because let’s face it, this is a global community now, we’re all each other’s neighbours.”

Clint scanned over the crowd again, trying to pretend he couldn’t see Bucky rolling his eyes at that one. There was a movement near the back and he zoned in on it, then froze dead.

Trick was standing there, staring straight at him with a malicious smirk on his face.

The cluster were now so close to each other that he didn’t need to say anything, didn’t even need to think it. Just the sudden change in his emotions was enough to make Bucky, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Wanda appear next to him while Bruce startled awake in Mumbai.

“What is it?” asked Bucky.

“That’s Trick,” said Clint, stepping out of his body so he could point.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Right,” he said, and disappeared.

“What the hell is he doing here?” asked Wanda. Clint didn’t have any answers. As far as he was concerned, Trick had disappeared into the night and was never coming back.

Bucky stalked over to Trick and put a heavy hand on his shoulder, doing the sexy badboy glower that usually made Clint melt, but was just making him feel reassured now. It didn’t matter what Trick wanted, he had a kickass boyfriend and the rest of the cluster on his side.

Trick tried to throw Bucky off, but he just tightened his grip and marched him off. Clint wondered if it was possible to love the guy any more than he did right now.

“So, enough about me,” said Tony, wrapping up the speech that he’d somehow managed to continue with despite the drama. “And I know I don’t usually say that, but I figure there’s only so much of the glory I can take right now. Let me introduce you to the person who’ll actually be running the show.”

He was finishing up a lot quicker than he’d been intending to, which Clint had a feeling was because of him, but he was more than okay with that. Tony handed over the podium, gave one last wave, then glanced at Clint and headed backstage.

Clint followed him, and the minute they were out of sight of the crowd, Tony put an arm on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Clint nodded. “Just really want to know what the fuck he thinks he’s doing here.”

“Let’s find out,” said Tony.

Bucky had Trick in the security room, handcuffed to a chair with another security guard outside while Bucky stood against the wall with his arms crossed and just glared at him. In the time it took Clint and Tony to walk down there, Trick went from trying to play the whole thing off as a mistake to trying to threaten him with a lawsuit. Bucky didn’t so much as twitch.

“How are we going to play this?” asked Steve, walking around Trick. “You know I’m not actually going to let you hurt him, right?”

“No hurting,” said Clint. “I’m just going to ask a couple of questions.”

“If I don’t like his answers, there may be some hurting,” said Bucky. Steve just sighed.

Clint paused outside the room to take a breath, and Tony slapped a hand to his shoulder again. “Hey, any time you want, just say the word and I��ll throw the full weight of an outraged billionaire at him,” said Tony. 

Clint snorted and shook his head. “Nah, let’s do this the old-fashioned, carnie way.”

“Oh god, please don’t kneecap him,” muttered Steve.

Clint ignored him as he opened the door and went inside.

“...can’t treat me like this,” Trick was saying. “I’ve done nothing wr-” He shut up when he saw Clint, then glanced over his shoulder at Tony and raised an eyebrow.

“You really are playing with the big boys now, huh?” said Trick. “Look, I-”

“Shut up,” said Clint. “What are you doing here?”

Trick shrugged as well as he could in the handcuffs. “Hey, a guy can’t drop in to see an old friend?"

“We’ve never been friends,” said Clint.

Trick faked a heartbroken look, and Clint just rolled his eyes, glancing at Bucky, who was still glowering. “Maybe we should just kneecap him,” he said, mostly to hear Steve’s protest.

“Oh, come on,” said Trick. “It’s not that bad. I’m just here to talk to you.” His eyes flicked to Bucky, then across to Tony. “In private,” he added.

“Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of them,” said Clint.

Trick’s eyes raised. “Seriously? You want all your dirty secrets out in the open?”

“He wants to blackmail you,” said Natasha.

The idea of Bucky and Tony not knowing everything there was to know about Clint was ridiculous. Clint grinned at Trick, feeling the vicious edge to it. “Nothing secret about it,” he said. “Sorry if you were hoping to have any kind of leverage.”

Trick snarled at him. “Fuck you, Barton,” he said. “Maybe I’ll tell all the press out there that Tony Stark is hiring a guy with a murder conviction, then.”

“He’s not,” said Tony, leaning back against the wall. “Tony Stark is hiring the very best guy for the job, and his past, which may involve some criminal charges, none of which are actually murder, isn’t Tony Stark’s business.”

“Tony Stark is talking about himself in the third person,” noted Wanda, and earned herself a glare.

“Fuck,” muttered Trick, and glared at Clint. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to let some rich dude fuck you in exchange for being pampered, Barton.”

Bucky suddenly moved at that, making Trick as he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward. “Say that again,” he said. “Go on. I dare you.”

Trick stared at him, not nearly scared enough. “Okay, so apparently it’s not just Stark you’re getting on your knees for. I wouldn’t have thought a billionaire was big on sharing.”

Tony let out a long sigh, “Okay, two things. First of all, were you not listening to my speech out there at all? Sharing is exactly what I’m about. And secondly, I don’t know why you think Clint would need to sleep with someone for them to think he’s worth employing and being friends with. He’s incredibly talented, you know.”

Clint felt his ears blush red at the compliment, but he did his best to keep glaring at Trick.

“We need to scare him badly enough to never come back,” said Natasha. She crouched down to stare at Trick. “You should leave Bucky alone with him.”

[thethirdromana]

32. The TV Movie is a joyous romp and I won't hear a word said against it.

33. RTD's fresh approach to Doctor Who gets its first proper outing in Aliens of London, where people have loved ones who are not casually forgiving of them disappearing for a year. It makes everything feel more real and more grounded.

34. Rose's costume is stunning in The Idiot's Lantern. I wish she'd got the opportunity to dress up more.

35. The outside perspective in Love and Monsters is genuinely interesting. Honestly, if they had just left out that joke, I think I would remember this one much more fondly.

36. Fear Her is hated in fandom and I'm not sure why. It's a solid episode. I think Doctor Who should do near-future settings more often.

37. Daleks in Manhattan/Evolution of the Daleks has a fabulous setting and they really make the most of it.

38. Victory of the Daleks is another one I wasn’t expecting would be rated so low. I’m amazed it took this long for Doctor Who to combine Daleks and WW2; the camouflaged Daleks look fab.

39. I’m realising writing this that I’m a big fan of companions getting to play dress-up, and Amy in a pirate outfit in The Curse of the Black Spot is no exception.

40. I genuinely think Robot of Sherwood is one of the most fun Capaldi episodes. Deep? No. Cheering? Absolutely.

41. Kill the Moon is nuts, but it’s impressively memorable.

42. London covered in trees is marvellous in In the Forest of the Night.

43. Sleep No More is another example of Doctor Who doing something genuinely different – no title sequence, and a genuinely creepy opener.

44. The Eaters of Light was always going to be a winner for me: a lost Roman legion and it’s by the writer of Survival.

45. The Ghost Monument is the start of Jodie Whittaker's stories getting disproportionately negative IMDB ratings. It's a genuinely good story! The rally concept is great and I love how we get to know the new companions, Ryan in particular.

46. It's giant spiders, it's Sheffield, it's the dangers of unconstrained capitalism, it's all good fun in Arachnids in the UK. Graham really grew on me in this one.

47. The Tsuranga Conundrum features mpreg and I remember this one really annoying Daily Mail readers, always a worthy goal.

48. Demons of the Punjab feels like Doctor Who going back to its educational roots. The partition of India is something that a lot of people in the UK are shamefully ignorant about, and it's laudable that Doctor Who decided to address it. And it's a genuinely good episode too.

49. Kerblam! had an ending that took me fully by surprise.  

50. Alan Cumming is just fabulous as King James in The Witchfinders.

51. Lovely Norwegian setting in It Takes You Away. I think this era takes us to more different countries than any other.

52. The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos gives us a proper don’t-kill-the-villain moral dilemma.

53. I am a sucker for video game-esque plots where there’s a doohickey in multiple places, and Resolution delivers that, plus archaeologists.

54. Spyfall gave us Sacha Dhawan, who in a crowded field has quite possibly become my favourite Master of post-2005 Doctor Who.

55. Great costumes in Nikola Tesla's Night of Terror and it’s nice to see Tesla himself celebrated too.

56. Lots to do for experienced companions in Praxeus! They really feel like equal participants by this stage.

57. The Irish storyline in Ascension of the Cybermen/The Timeless Children is deliciously mysterious. I love the confidence of using that to introduce a canon-shaking revelation.

58. The way Graham and Ryan leave in Revolution of the Daleks is sweet.

59. There are so many good characters in Flux: Karvanista, Azure and Swarm, Vinder and Bel, and above all the wonderful Jericho. I usually don't follow the extended universe stuff, but I hope Big Finish and the novels are making the most of them.

60. Eve of the Daleks is brilliant, are you kidding me, what is it doing on this list?! I always love a time loop and both the guest cast and regulars were great in this. I'm not normally a big Doctor/companion shipper but Yaz admitting to her feelings for the Doctor charmed even me.

There were a total of 73 stories with an IMDB rating below 7/10. I skipped the Reign of Terror, the Smugglers, the Space Pirates, the Nightmare of Eden, the King's Demons, Frontios, Attack of the Cybermen, Time and the Rani, Silver Nemesis, the Lazarus Experiment, Orphan 55, Can You Hear Me? and Legend of the Sea Devils. Do feel free to add nice things about those if you've made it this far.

In honour of Doctor Who's 60th birthday, here are 60* things that I like about less popular** Doctor Who stories.

(*in multiple posts because I'm falling foul of the character limit)

(**IMDB rating of less than 7/10)

1. Susan is great in The Sensorites. She's at her absolute best in stories like this where she gets to be genuinely a bit alien and a bit weird.

2. "So," said someone at the BBC, "we're going to produce an allegory for different political systems, using insects. Choreographed by a mime artist. On a budget of about £2.50." The Web Planet might not entirely have succeeded, but my god, you have to love that they tried.

3. They introduced Jamie, the best companion, in The Highlanders! How is does this have less than a 7/10 rating, what is wrong with you people. It's Jamie.

4. I applaud the utter bonkersness of The Underwater Menace, and Patrick Troughton really gives it socks.

5. The Wheel in Space is proper 60s sci-fi: Servo-Robots, x-ray lasers, radio beams! I can practically smell Penguin mass-market paperbacks thinking about it. And with the introduction of Zoe, it completes my all-time favourite TARDIS team.

6. The Dominators contains the Quarks, who are adorable. They weren't supposed to be, but it doesn't matter.

7. Zoe is still relatively new to the TARDIS, but she has heaps to do in The Krotons. Nice having a female companion who's written as smart and capable.

8. We have entered the 70s, so with Colony in Space, we get Social Issues. Especially an Evil Mining Corporation, which are always fun.

9. More Social Issues in The Mutants, but this time they're paired with big sci-fi ideas. Ancient tablets! Strange life cycles! Love how much is going on here.

10. The Time Monster is like the Eurovision of Doctor Who. Deeply silly, but what would Doctor Who be without silliness? I'm sorry about Jo's coccyx too.

11. I love that they returned to Peladon in The Monster of Peladon, especially with the 50-year time jump. I'd like to see that kind of follow-up more often.

12. Is it not cool to love K9 any more? Well, I like my Doctor Who with a dose of silliness, and The Invisible Enemy delivered that. Every time traveller needs a robot dog.

13. The design of the Seers in Underworld is excellent, I love a brass dome.

14. Doctor Who doesn't have enough giant squidmonsters looming on the horizons. I'm glad the The Power of Kroll does something to address the deficit.

15. The Creature from the Pit gave us the line "a teaspoon and an open mind", and I appreciate it for that at least.

16. Romana wears one of her best of many splendid outfits in The Horns of Nimon.

17. I liked all the arch dialogue between the Doctor, Enlightenment and Persuasion in Four to Doomsday.

18. Heathrow airport is an underrated setting. I also appreciate how Time-Flight prominently features Concorde, making it far more 80s than they could ever have planned.

19. I don't intend this to be damning with faint praise (even though it probably sounds like it) but my favourite thing about Arc of Infinity is that we get a little jaunt through 80s Amsterdam. I do love a tram.

20. Babyfaced Martin Clunes doing his spoiled princeling thing in Snakedance is enjoyably disconcerting.

21. Terminus is tense and scary and bleak. Another one that I'd expected to be more highly rated.

22. Warriors of the Deep gives us a very solid base under siege. Silurians + Cold War is a winning combination.

23. Landing in a modern village doing a historical re-enactment in The Awakening is a witty touch.

24. I can’t say I enjoyed the idea of the Doctor’s violent moods in The Twin Dilemma, but I have to commend it as a punchy way to introduce the new regeneration.

25. The Mark of the Rani should surely get some love just for introducing the Rani: camp, delightful, iconic.

26. Herbert turning out to be HG Wells in Timelash is a lovely twist and handled well.

27. The Trial of a Time Lord is so grand and ambitious. If the show hadn't been struggling in general at this point, it would be among the all-time greats.

28. With its colour-coded gangs and faux-urban slang, Paradise Towers is gloriously of its time in a way that currently feels quite naff, but that I suspect will be fascinating to revisit in about 30 years.  

29. Delta and the Bannermen is action-packed and has one of the best titles in 80s Who.

30. Possibly the most terrifying moment in all of Doctor Who is Kane's face melting in Dragonfire. This series is nothing if it doesn't send children running for safety behind the sofa.

31. Got to love it when Who gets aggressively anti-Thatcher, and they never did it more than in The Happiness Patrol.

[fossegrimmen]

Løve Plaster

Fandom: Rainbow 6

Ship: Olivier "Lion" Flament x Håvard "Ace" Haugland

Description: Lion keeps showing up the med-bay for Ace’s attention

Note: This is a sequel to the previous work, "The Medic and The Big Pissy Cat". As always enjoy. Constructive criticism is appreciated. This will also be posted on Ao3 (@fossegrimm1).

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The trip to the medical bay was slowly becoming a routine. Olivier would say that he drank too much the night previously, and Håvard was more than willing to provide an IV drip for the other. It was becoming like clockwork for them both. Today wasn’t any different. 

As Olivier walks to the medical bay for the second time this week. His thoughts began running rampant with excuses to explain his visitation this time. By the time Olivier reached the bright room, no excuse came to mind. 

“Let me guess, you drank too much and you want an IV.” The Norwegian piercing the room. There stood Håvard, looking at Olivier with a smirk across his face. 

“Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t gonna do this anymore. I have already been lectured by Gustave about this behaviour.” Håvard added in a disapproving tone. Even though there was disapproval in his tone, Håvard’s feet dragged him to collect the supplies needed for the IV drip. 

Olivier just moved in silence, sitting down on the chair in the small examination room, just like the times before. 

“If I didn’t know any better Olivier, it would seem like you want to spend time with me.” Håvard chuckled. Moving towards Olivier, prepping for the IV drip. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Haugland, you have your followers for that.” Olivier quipped back in a joking manner. 

“Wow, back to last name basis, I thought we moved past this. I’m hurt.” Håvard stated in a playful dramatic tone. With that Håvard levelled himself to Olivier by sitting on the wheely chair across from him. 

“Arm out.” Håvard demanded while yanking Olivier’s arm towards him. As Håvard was examining which vein would be appropriate for the procedure, Olivier was gazing at the Norwegian across to him. Olivier noticed how the usually gelled spiky hair was more messy, there is more of a green tone in his blue eyes, a sign of lack of sleep. These slight changes in Håvard’s appearance got Olivier thinking about the Norwegian. 

The clipping of the tourniquet, broke Olivier out of his thoughts. As Olivier snapped his head towards the direction of the noise, he noticed that Håvard was dampening a cotton bud with alcohol. As Håvard moved back towards him, Olivier quickly looked away. 

The cool feeling upon Olivier’s left arm made him shutter. 

“Anyways, you know the drill at this point, there will be a slight pinch. Once the IV is in place you will be here for 45 minutes. If you need anything during that time, just shout and I will be right with you.” The Norwegian stated in a professional tone, a tone which was much different to how Håvard greeted Olivier. 

Olivier sat in silence and nodded in agreement. Before Olivier knew it, the IV drip was in his arm, and the platinum blonde that was just in front of him now moved to the desk in the corner. 

The clicking noises from the computer keys echoed through the room, the room that was once filled with conversations between the two in prior visits. In comparison to those previous visits, the wait was unbearably slow. In order for Olivier to pass the time, he once again started to examine the other in the room. 

The once obnoxious smirk that was usually plastered among the Norwegian face was gone, in its replacement was a deadpan look at the screen. The look of concentration and frustration settled into the older man’s face.  

Before Olivier knew it, the wait time of 45 minutes was over. The beep on a timer interrupted both Håvard’s and Olivier’s thoughts. With the noise infiltrating the room of silence, Håvard moved to grab a flimsy cardboard box from his desk to his coat pocket. From what Olivier could work out from the wording on the box, the word was LØVE. 

Once again, the Norwegian was at eye level with Olivier. Within moments the IV drip was removed from Olivier’s arm and Håvard was putting pressure on the spot. As Olivier looked up at Håvard, he saw the glimmer of fun was again in the other eyes. 

“I know this is a bit silly, but I found these in Norway and I thought they suited you.” The Norwegian stated while once again grabbing the flimsy box. As Håvard reached inside the box, Olivier knew it was a plaster. The bright yellow plaster with the picture of a cartoon lion on it, decorated the Frenchman’s left arm. 

The smile on Håvard’s face brightened up and it was obvious that he was pleased with himself and his little purchase.  

“Well, if there are any questions you need to ask, now is the time, if not you are free to leave.” Håvard quickly stated.

“Thanks again Håvard, don’t worry this will be the last time I come here for unnecessary injuries, I promise.” The Frenchman replied to the man across from him. As Olivier got up from his chair and strided to the door, he noticed a slight drop in Håvard’s smile. 

With that Olivier exited the medical bay once again with a smile, a pep in his step and a plaster. But this time a plaster which was something Håvard specifically selected for Olivier.

[golden-pickaxe]

Coffee (Part 3)

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Modern AU, Office AU

Wordcount: 2707

Warnings: reader drinks wine casually

[Coffee - All Parts Here]

A/N: Here is the third part! It makes me so happy to see how much you all enjoy this story! I had not expected it at all! Also, I hope I’m not making too many casual references to norwegian life, I just noticed that I include a lot of that. I hope it is not too distracting.

Tagged: @youbloodymadgenius​ @punkrocknpearls @mootiemoose​ @istorkyou @dini73​ @heavenly1927​

Summary: You are a graduate student at the University of Oslo, and have applied for a job as a personal assistant at the Lothbrok Corporation, without really knowing much of the position advertised. When it turns out you are going to work for the (in)famous Ivar Lothbrok, your whole life is turned up-side-down.

By now it was around Yule, and Ivar had forced you to take the past week off. Your last exam was coming up, and your supervisor had asked you for a full status update and a lot of results to send her before the holidays, and you had been a stressed out mess all of December.

He had dramatically rolled his eyes, complaining that he could not focus when you were so stressed around him, and that he did not need you to come into work completely exhausted and distracted. Which was Ivar-speak for ‘Go study, I can survive a few days without you’.

You had been very thankful for that, but Ivar had just murmured something about being too busy to fire you, and had waved you out of his office before focusing back on his e-mails.

With a lot of more time on your hands, the exam went well, and you had been able to send everything your supervisor wanted from you one night at two AM. Now, the winter break had started, leaving you free from uni work until early January, where the spring semester would start. You had been working almost non-stop on your thesis, spending almost every second of your free time on it, only stopping whenever Solveig forcefully pulled you away from your computer and made you a cup of tea. She was not better off, though, as it as also her last year of university, and she also had her own thesis to write.

 Right now, both of you were sitting on your fancy new sofa (well, ‘fancy’.. it was from IKEA, who were you kidding), wearing your most comfortable ‘chill-at-home’ clothes and sharing a bucket of ice-cream between you, while in front of you slow-TV was playing, showing a train ride from Trondheim to Bodø. Outside the sun was just setting, as it was around three PM, and it had started to snow around an hour ago.

 Solveig would soon leave Oslo, visiting her family home in Ålesund for the holidays. You of course stayed in Oslo, visiting your own parents for a few days, but mostly just taking the time to relax.

Beside the company Yule party, there was not much for you to look forward to, next to long hot showers, lazy afternoons in front of the TV, and a lot of sleep, before the new semester would start.

 “How was your date?” you asked into the silence, as Solveig handed you the ice-cream, and you dumped a bunch of sprinkles onto it.

 Solveig grimaced and shrugged.

“He was nice..” she started.

 “But?”

 “I don’t know. Just not..” she gestured vaguely. You nodded, handing back the ice-cream after putting your spoon into your mouth.

 “He’s just not Einar, right?” you giggled, hinting at her long-term crush, one of the PhD students of your faculty. Solveig just rolled her eyes, ignoring your comment.

  “How about you?” she then asked, grabbing the sprinkles from you.

 You shrugged.

“Nothing new. No time.”

 “Married to your job.” Solveig laughed. “Or at least.. having a crush on your boss.”

 Your eyes went wide, moving away from the train ride on TV to your roommate next to you. Solveig laughed at your facial expression, putting a spoonful ice-cream into her mouth. Was that the revenge for you mentioning Einar?

 “Solveig!” you exhaled, shaking your head.

 “What? It is obvious!” she said with her mouth this half full of ice-cream. You pursed your lips, watching her finally swallow it. “Y/N, I’ve known you since our first semester. I know how you act when you’re into someone.”

 You sighed, grabbing the tub of ice-cream from her hands.

“Yea, well..” you started, not even knowing what you wanted to say. “He is really good-looking. Not my fault.”

 “If the two of you start a steamy office affair, you have to tell me.” Solveig laughed again, as you just threw a pillow at her.

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 The Lothbrok Yule party took place in the 34th Restaurant & Bar, a very fancy restaurant located on the top floor of a tower providing a panoramic view of the whole city. There was a dress code, naturally, and you had spent quite a sum on a fitting outfit, that made you feel like a Hollywood star.

 You were seated with some of the other personal assistants of the Lothbroks, while the family themselves had their own table, Ragnar and Aslaug looking like the perfect high society couple. Even Bjorn had come over to Norway, with his new wife he had married recently. His children were also there, together with his ex-wife Torvi, who he still was very close with.

 A few months back, you would have felt terribly out of place here, but by now you were used to all of this, even though you were quite aware that you were not quite part of this world. You enjoyed it nevertheless.

 The food was excellent, the drinks were tasty, and all employees present got a small bag of gifts, filled with wine, fancy foods and a snow globe.

 Ragnar held a speech, thanking all the managers and assistants, and after dinner, everyone mingled at the bar.

 You were standing at the bar, waiting for your order to arrive, before you would re-join Hvitserk’s and Ubbe’s assistants again, when you noticed Ivar’s wheelchair beside you. He had a drink in his hand, and a smile on his face, dressed in an even more expensive looking suit than usually, his long hair styled back in his typical neat bun.

 “Enjoying yourself?” he asked casually, taking a sip from his drink.

 “Yes, I do.” You smiled, before thanking the bartender, handing you your drink.

 “Good. Because I am rather bored.” Ivar stretched his neck a bit, before letting his eyes wander through the room.

 You had to chuckle at his words.

“A few more hours. And tomorrow, you are off Tyrol to ski.” You looked down at him, raising your eyebrows. Ivar grimace in agreement.

 “Something to look forward to, at least.” He looked around the room once more. “How about you? Any plans for when I’m gone?”

 You supressed a laugh, amused by his automatic assumption that he took up so much space in your life. Well, he did, but still.

 “Sleeping. Sleeping. And.. hm.. of yes, sleeping.” You said with a smile. “Relaxing, enjoying the fact that I have the flat for myself, and not even looking at my thesis for a few days.”

 Ivar raised his eyebrows.

“Knowing you, I think you’re going to end up working on it anyways.” He said, mustering you with an unreadable expression on his face.

 “Knowing me?” now it was you who raised an eyebrow at him. He didn’t really know you, beyond what your job was. He probably didn’t even know what it was that you were studying, as you never really talked about yourself.

 Ivar narrowed his eyes a bit, but a soft smirk remained on his lips. You took a sip from your drink, before you gave him one last smile, pushing away from the bar and returning to the other personal assistants, who were sitting on a few comfortable chairs right by the window.

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 After the dawn of the new year, you immediately were neck-deep in university work again. Just as Ivar had predicted, you had not completely stopped working on your thesis, but you had still taken it slow, only reading a bit and working on minor tasks. Apparently, he knew you better than you had imagined.

 You were glad though, that he would not be back until mid-January, which at least gave you a bit time off, to get a head start on your studies. You had only a few months left to finish your thesis and prepare for your defence, so the more you got done while not having to work, the better.

 Winter dragged on, and you did not really notice how fast time passed, your schedule not leaving you much time to rest. You noticed though, that Ivar had started to send you home more often, went on a few business trips on his own and there was a noticeable lack of files on your desk on Monday mornings.

 “I am just.. I’m afraid he’s going to fire me.” You said one evening, sitting together with Solveig, after the two of you had cooked dinner.

 “Why would he? You have done no major mistakes, from what you’ve told me.” Your friend tilted her head at you.

 “I know, I just.. what else could it mean? He realises that he can do all that by himself after all. No need for me anymore.” You dropped your head into your hands. Being fired now from a job you liked so much, by a person you liked so much, right in the last few months of your master’s degree, that was the absolute worst-case scenario. You had saved up enough from your high salary to get by, sure, but still.

 “Or maybe he just noticed you being burnt out from over working yourself, and taking a few things off your shoulders so you can focus on your work? Thought about that?” Solveig poured two glasses of wine, putting one in front of you.

 You blinked a few times at her. You had not thought about that.

“Hm.” You only made.

 You were not quite sure if Ivar was the guy who would do something like that. Only last week you had seen him shout an intern into the ground and fire him on the spot for being ten minutes late for the third time. Why would he be more lenient when it came to his personal assistant who did far more important work than an intern? It didn’t make a lot of sense.

 Over the next few weeks, the trend continued. By now you were effectively working only ten hours per week instead of twenty, but got full pay. It did wonders for your mental health though, as well as your physical because you actually had time to sleep, and pulled less all-nighters than before.

 “How is your thesis going?” Ivar asked, one Tuesday morning, after you had put a cup of coffee onto his desk, a special coffee-bean-blend kind from a hipster café that had opened recently.

 “It is.. going.” You tried a smile. Ivar raised an eyebrow at you, and a sigh escaped your lips. “It is fine, just.. a lot of work. First draft is almost complete, though.”

 “That is good to hear.” Ivar smiled. “I’m sure it will go well.”

 “Thanks.” You grinned, pulling your work laptop out of your bag, and sitting down on the chair of the other side of Ivar’s desk, to go through some recent contracts.

 “I was wondering..” Ivar completely ignored your social cue, folding his hands in front of him, elbows resting on his desk. “What you intend to do afterwards? In June there will be your defence, yes?”

 You blinked at him a few times and nodded.

 “I know for you this job was more a way to have some money next to uni, and for me it was a way to annoy my mother, but now?” he leaned back a bit and gestured around. “This is kind of working out, isn’t it?”

 “Well..” you swallowed. “Yes.”

 Ivar frowned a bit, mustering you intensely. You got a bit squeamish under his gaze, that usually didn’t mean good things. That was the kind of expression he wore before he threw someone out of the office and locked himself in for the rest of the day.

 “You are going to make me say it, aren’t you?” he said, tilting his head. Your heart started to pound, although you were not quite sure why.

 “Say.. say what?”

 Ivar rolled his eyes, while letting his head fall back into his neck.

“Y/N, you’re smarter than this.” He groaned. “Ok, fine.” He raised his head looking back at you. “What I am talking about is, that you can keep your job after you graduate. And we can upgrade your contract to full time.”

 You were speechless for a moment. You just stared at the man in front of you, not knowing what to say. That was.. kind of what you wanted, right? That was exactly what you had not dared to hope during the past months. This temporary thing had grown on you, just Ivar had. Thinking that he would fire you, and now him kind of offering you a full time position.. you could not believe it.

 Still, this was not healthy, and you should decline. Better yet, just quit, and get over this crush you had, that only grew the more time you spent with Ivar. Crushing on your boss was certainly not a good thing.

 “I would love to!” came out of your mouth instead, and a broad grin formed on your lips.

 Ivar’s surprise was apparent on his face, as if he had expected you to decline his offer (as had you). He smirked, nodding, before leaning forward a bit again.

 “Good.” He said. “Please pull up the agreement for the new ships, to start off with.”

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 Spring came and went. You really only noticed the time passing by the Russ kids running around town, and of course the festivities on the national holiday, where your friends managed to pull you away from your studies to have a day out, eat and drink.

 After that, it was hard to find you anywhere else than at Blindern, where you either sat in the university library or in a study hall, headphones in and typing away. Solveig was no different, and the closer your graduation came, the more stressed out both of you were.

 After you had entered Ivar’s office twenty minutes late with a starbucks, dark rings underneath your eyes, he had yelled at you to get out, and to not come back before you could call yourself ‘Master’. He still paid you, for some reason, but you surly would not complain, neither about the money, nor about the time off.

 Finally, the day of your defence was there, and it was over before you even realised what was happening. You passed with a B, and later that day had a huge celebration with your friends and family and other students, in one of the university gardens. Solveig had also passed a few days earlier, and the two of you just got completely wasted, happy that it was all finally over.

 That had been university. You were no longer a student.

And now.. now you could work full time at the Lothbrok Corporation.

 You had not told anyone about it, not until your graduation celebration, and your parents were insanely proud of you, just as your friends. Ragnhild was still very sceptical, once again reminding you to be careful.

 “Does that mean you’re going to move out of our shitty apartment now?” Solveig asked, more than tipsy, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

 “You know how much I hate apartment hunting.” You shook your head. The Oslo housing market was a nightmare. “I’m afraid you have to deal with me a while longer.”

 “I’m not complaining, love.” Solveig hugged you a bit closer. Then, she gestured slightly to one direction, where you spotted Einar talking with some people. “And I’m going to take my chances.” With that she was gone, walking over to the blond man, starting to chat him up.

 The next few days you spent doing absolutely nothing productive, going on hikes and for swims, as summer had arrived in Norway. The days had grown insanely long again, and you enjoyed the bright evenings, sitting in parks with your friends, playing music and drinking.

 Solveig and Einar had become a thing now, as it turned out he also had been crushing on her for quite a while, although both of them had been too shy to do anything about it. You were happy for them, though, even if you sometimes had to put in headphones, when Einar stayed over at your apartment. Which had very thing walls.

 Still, with your degree done, and a full-time position in your pocket, all felt as if it was well.

[jelly-fried-rice]

hey hey, welcome to hell, can I get some uhhh- headcanons for Edd and Tord as I'm slowly being dragged back into my old fandoms

Hey hi hello! Sure, some headcanons of mine. I think I can do that. I'm not sure if you mean Edd and Tord as the ship or as in them separately, so I'll just do them separately!

Edd Headcanons

Has constant sleep paralysis, and absolutely refuses to see a doctor about it

Refuses to see doctors in general, he is paranoid and only trusts Tord with his health even though Tord dropped out of medical school half a year in

Has, can, and will kill a person if they mess with his friends. This should be a given

On the other hand, he would definitely sell his friends to Satan for a mint worth 15 cents at Costco

Tallest of the group, 6'2 to be exact. Built like a soft brick, if that makes sense

Learned Norwegian for Tord throughout highschool. Luckily it counted towards his second langauge credit

The only one out of the group to finish college. Brags about it often because he was also first in his family to seek higher education and go through with it

My Edd has the personality type of pre legacy and the looks of post "The End"

He is British and Hispanic, though he didn't grow up speaking Spanish. He tried to learn because he finds his culture important but just can't seem to find the spare time to do so

He was the one who giften Susan to Tom all those years ago

His favorite band of all time is the Beatles, which is a reason why he named his cat Ringo

He is bisexual with a lean towards women, but has had multiple thoughts about his best friends (Tom, Matt, Tord)

But that's just what homies, do. Right guys?

Right????

Tord Headcanons

As stated, he tried to study medical school but flunked half way through first year. Instead went to trade school for mechanics

Didn't stop him from learning on his own time of medicine and human biology, hes always had a knack for science

Tord was the edgy kid in school that thought he was so cool in believing in conspiracy theories

He no longer believes in the theories because he was a man based on scientific beliefs of logic and reason, but the gang tease him every once in a while with a snide remark about the earth's curvature

He is the third tallest, at 5'10 and he doesn't care as long as he's taller than Tom

He gifted Tommie Bear to Tom as an anonymous gift as a child, and he still gets a warm feeling when he sees how nice Tommie has been kept throughout the years

Tord never left for the Army, but actually went to the big city for better job opportunities

The Army however, was a tradition that he tried to break from the cycle. His father being alive is what keeps him from not joining, and he hopes to God that it stays that way for a good while longer

Only smokes vanilla cigars, he cant stand the smell of regualr cigarettes or the taste for that matter. Even then, he doesn't smoke as often as he used to

He's sort of a health nut, the kind of guy to critique other's eating habits- as rude as it is he just worries about his friends. Especially if it doesn't seem like it, with him insulting Tom directly rather than his drinking habits

He is Norwegian and Welsh, Norwegian through his father and Welsh through his mother.

Always preferd to learn Welsh but his father insisted Norwegain would be more important. Surprisingly, neither seemed to be important, but Norwegian was always handy when he visited family there

He is very much bisexual, and with no particular preference. And shockingly enough, he doesn't date around too frequently

[the-videodame]

I know painfully little about your ocs and this must change 😩 you should introduce 3 of your ocs in as much or as little detail as you like. For personal scientific study

OOHOOHGOGH BOY god, i have so many that i love but alas i must only pick the current Big Three™

bless u friend for making my entire month by asking this 🥺💕

OCs I'll ramble about: Signe (TES: Skyrim), Parker (Danganronpa), and Adelynn (My Hero Academia)

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🐲❄ Signe Snow-Strider ❄🐲

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls (Specifically V: Skyrim)

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Signe, my dearest and longest-sustained oc.... how I love her SO much

My beloved Dragonborn.... I've had her for going on 8 or 9 years now?? She's goofy, brash, has total himbo energy, and yet is so totally tragic and symbolic and it's GREAT. I actually have a 12 page document of her backstory and I'm not even half way done through the game's story LMAO

I could ramble about her backstory and characterization for DAYS, but instead I'll just link you to her tag on my TES blog SDFAFGF

[A face claim that works perfectly for her is Lagertha from Vikings!]

art by: @ thana-topsy

Some original shots of her:

And some shots from Elder Scrolls Online, with more accurate armor to what I imagine her in:

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🌲🐕 Parker Rosenberg 🐕🌲

Fandom: Danganronpa

Oh Parker, one of my newer babies whom I project so much on it's insane. She's basically the 'helping' role in my own Fanganronpa story, Trailblazers! She and like, 14 other students. Yea I've fleshed this out quite a bit LMAO

She's the Ultimate Ranger, with her service/SAR dog Rosie! Gained recognition for her talent after leading a project to replant an entire forest after the Tragedy struck, which now in her college years, serves as the place for the next Killing Game. With the help of the Ultimate Jack-Of-All-Trades, Rowan, Parker does what she can to ensure her fellow classmates make it out of the botched winterim semester out on the field. Unfortunately, her restoration efforts go up in flames as rampant wildfires spread through the forest she spent years caring for, as a motive by Monokuma to the students to hurry up and kill.

Student profile:

Name: Parker Rosenberg Aliases & Titles: - "Parks"

            - "Ranger"

           - "The Arsonist" (despair arc)

- "Warden of the Woods" (title given by Gundham) Talent: - Ultimate Ranger

              - Ultimate Park Ranger

              - Ultimate SAR Team (w/ Rosie)

              - Super High-School Level

                Ranger (formerly)

              - Super College Level Ranger

                (currently) Gender: Female Height: 5'4 (165 cm) Weight: 148 lbs Birth date: Sept 23rd Chest size: 32 in Blood type: AB Nationality: Norwegian/American Likes: Wildlife Dislikes: Loud & sudden noises

I really need to work on a solid appearance for her, but heres the jist of it!

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🦇🌙 Adelynn Knight 🌙🦇

Fandom: My Hero Academia

[Toyhouse profile]

[OC Tag]

Addie, another tragic baby of mine, yet is also one of the baddest bitches I've ever made. Leader of her own villain group AND practically owns a sick night club.

A villain by societal standards, Adelynn was dealt a pretty shitty deck in life. After a head injury in her younger years, her Quirk Dreamstride was mutated into Parasomnia (i previously called it Mahr), allowing her to inflict horrifying hallucinations and invoke various levels of fear and paranoia on others through eye contact. The intensity of these hallucinations scale with the amount of sleep she has: the less sleep, the more intense the visions. This also causes her brain to process anxiety almost constantly in small amounts, making it extremely hard to fall asleep. Because of her insomnia, she too experiences terrifying visions and other sensory hallucinations.

After a Quirk related incident caused by a recreational drug laced with Trigger, Adelynn endured over a year of psychiatric "treatment" and a horrendous "behavior management" camp. Demanding the country provide proper treatment for a Quirk she never asked for, instead of being treated like a high-risk criminal and stripped of her basic rights, Adelynn ends up gathering a group of other "villains" that were treated poorly by the system and sets out to prove that "malicious" Quirks don't make malicious people.

- Alias: Night Terror - Name: Adelynn Knight - Quirk: Parasomnia (currently), Dreamstride (previously) - Quirk type: Emitter; Transformation (when on trigger); Sub-type: Accumulation - Affiliations: Carpe Noctem; Meta Liberation Army (currently distant); Paranormal Liberation Front (eventually) - Combat style: Long distance; psychological; melee

Here's a giant-ass post with an overview of my BNHA ocs and the overall story I have for them!!

And an older concept doodle, along with another oc who is second in command in her group:

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AA THANK U AGAIN FOR ASKING BRO!!! i'd kill and die for you a thousand times over

[buckybeardreams]

Chapters: 1/11

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, James “Bucky” Barnes, Clint Barton, Harley Keener

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Service Top, Dominant Bottom, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Virgin Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Romantic Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, First Meetings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sappy, Romantic Fluff, Awkwardness, Drinking to Cope, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Tony Stark, Insecure Steve Rogers, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Age Difference, Harley Keener is Tony Stark’s Biological Child, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Non-Explicit Sex, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Masturbation, Coming Untouched, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wordcount: 10.000-30.000

Series: Part 1 of Second Chances

Summary:

Steve is a soft Alpha and Tony is an in charge kind of Omega with no desire to find a mate. He doesn’t want to find his soulmate and when he does meet Steve he’s determined to stay away from him. 

That is until he realizes just how right they are for each other.

Words: 1622

The bar where Tony worked wasn’t exactly high end, but it wasn’t awful. He kinda liked his job, even if his boss was an asshole. His coworkers were great and he got free food on his break, so it wasn’t all bad. Tony was a server, Clint worked at the bar making drinks, and Bucky worked in the kitchen. It was a small place so it was usually just the three of them. 

Realistically, there should have been more employees. Obie was just cheap and refused to hire any more people than was strictly necessary to keep the place running, even if it would run much smoother with a bigger staff. They did have three part timers, twins that attended the local college and Thor, an older Norwegian guy who was always in good spirits, that filled in the gaps in the schedule. Tony was wiping up a table when Brock walked in and Clint whistled, calling Tony’s attention to him before pointing to the door.

“You’ve got a visitor, pretty boy.”

Tony glanced over at Brock and broke out into a grin. Brock smirked when the petite Omega ran up and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Tony accused, but he giggled when Brock scooped him off his feet and set him up on the bar.

Clint rolled his eyes at them.

“Get your ass off my bar,” Clint snapped. “Only paying customers are allowed to get all handsy on the bar.”

Brock rolled his eyes and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slammed it down on the bar.

“Why don’t you grab me a beer while you’re at it, baby?” Brock smirked at Clint who just smirked back, not nearly as annoyed as he pretended he was.

Brock asked Tony how his shift’s been going and Tony proceeded to tell him about the asshole customer that kept trying to feel him up and how Clint had just about jumped the counter to chase him out of here. Bucky had beat him to it, leaving the kitchen to yell at them for being creeps and throw them out. Even with only one arm their cook could be downright terrifying when he wanted to be.

Tony cut off his recounting of how Bucky defended his honor and then Tony got all upset, because he could totally handle himself and he did not need an Alpha to swoop in and save him, when Clint set down Brock’s beer and pulled him in for a kiss. Brock didn’t stop him immediately, but he pulled back with a groan after a few moments.

“Sorry, angel, but I’m taken,” Brock said regretfully, pulling down his collar to show off a mark that definitely had not existed when he went out last night.

Tony’s eyes widened comically and Brock was too busy snickering at his expression to notice the flash of pain that flickered in Clint’s eyes. Clint swallowed and busied himself behind the bar, so he wouldn’t have to think about what that meant for him and Brock, or about the mark on his own neck that still haunted him when he saw it in the mirror.

“What?” Tony squawked. “I thought we were going to be bachelors forever.”

“Yeah, well, I guess forever has come to an end.”

“We made a pact!” Tony whined.

Brock rolled his eyes.

“We were eighteen, barely more than pups when we made that pact. Besides, you’d feel differently about it, too, if you met your soulmate. I saw him and I knew just like that that we were made for each other. So I dragged him into the bathroom and sucked him off and then I let him take me home. It sounds totally skanky, but I swear it was more romantic than it sounds.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Tony scoffed.

“You’re gonna love him, Tony.”

Tony huffed.

He definitely would not love whatever asshole Alpha had brainwashed his best friend, turning him into a knot loving, Alpha pleasing houseOmega.

“Whatever, just tell me how long I have to find a new roommate,” Tony grumbled, feeling bitter about the whole thing.

He knew that Brock being mated now would mean he would move in with his Alpha. That’s just how it worked. Brock gave him a guilty look.

“He’s coming over to help me move my stuff in the morning,” Brock admitted. “Don’t worry though. I’ll pay rent as many months as it takes until you find someone new. It’s just, well, you know how it is with soulmates. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep without him.”

“No, I don’t know, actually,” Tony snapped.

Of course he did know, and of course he didn’t really blame Brock for finding his soulmate. Tony couldn’t help but feel slighted though. This was a lot to take in and Tony was kinda offended that Brock would just show up and drop something like this on him. He knew that when it came to soulmates everything was sudden, but that didn’t make it easier on Tony.

“Tony, please, don’t be like that. I know you didn’t want this. I didn’t either. You know how much I hated Alphas, but then I met Sam and I don’t know… he’s amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know how it goes. You saw him and felt compelled to drop to your knees and present for him and the moment he knotted and claimed you, you felt whole, like the piece inside of you that was missing suddenly was filled by your Alpha’s presence and bite and his knot and let’s not forget his life giving cum,” Tony said sarcastically. “Yeah, I’ve heard the stories.”

“It’s not like that Tony.”

“So he didn’t knot you and now you’re obsessed with him?”

Brock groaned.

“No, he did, but it’s not as bad as you make it sound. I’m  happy about this. Can’t you just be happy for me?” Brock pleaded.

Tony glared at the ground stubbornly.

“I have a table to wipe down.”

Brock looked hurt when Tony walked away and Clint gave him a sympathetic look.

“Don’t worry. He’ll come around. Just give him some time.”

Tony was upset when he got home and the light in their apartment was off. Sure, it was so late that it was practically morning, but he knew that wasn’t why the lights were off. This time he knew it was because his roommate, his  best friend , who had returned home from the war and came to live with him, wasn’t here.

Tony felt like crying.

He dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes and let his coat fall to the ground. He didn’t care enough to pick them up and put them away. He didn’t care about anything. He just felt numb. Well, he felt hurt and betrayed and jealous, even though he’d never admit it out loud, but he also sort of felt numb, like he was feeling so many emotions that he just couldn’t process any of them.

He headed straight for the bottle of whiskey on the kitchen counter, not even bothering to grab a glass, choosing to just drink straight out of the bottle instead. He plopped down on the couch and proceeded to drink his pain away, but ironically found himself just wallowing in his misery.

Tony always said that he hated Alphas and never wanted one, but the truth was that he hated how much he wanted one. Tony didn’t want to be controlled and have his independence stolen from him. He was terrified that he’d find his soulmate and they’d turn out to be some sort of asshole Alpha that wanted him to drop his whole life and be some damn houseOmega.

So yeah, Tony was glad that he didn’t have an Alpha, but secretly he hoped he had a soulmate out there. He hoped that his mate hadn’t died before they met and that they wanted him just as much as Tony wanted them. He hoped that they would have a fairytale ending, like in the stories that he heard as a kid about the kind and gentle Alphas that saved the day and rescued their Omegas. He hoped they’d meet and fall in love at first sight the way soulmates were supposed to and rush off to mate, because they just couldn’t go another second without each other.

Tony wanted all of those things, but he also cringed just thinking about it. He was not a damsel in distress. He did not need some Alpha to come and save him. Tony was just fine on his own. He’d survived this long without an Alpha, though he had to admit he would miss snuggling up to Brock, and Clint on the few occasions that Brock dragged him home and fell into bed with him.

Tony hadn’t fucked either of them, but he had no qualms snuggling up to them while they were sweaty and cum was still leaking out of Clint. He also had no qualms with sleeping on the other side of the bed while they fucked, just so he wouldn’t have to be alone at night. As much as Tony wanted to be fine on his own, he really hated being alone. 

He didn’t  need  an Alpha, but he kinda wanted one. Wanted someone to hold onto, someone to cuddle with and be close to when the night fell and the darkness of his mind crept in like the shadows that surrounded them. Tony wished there was somebody there to pull him out of his mind as he spiraled, laying on the couch, an empty bottle on the ground. He was numb and yet he hurt so much. How was that even possible?

Ch 2

[inmyownlittlecorner5]

Bifrost Blues Chapter 1: The Elder Tree

Fandom: Thor (movies), MCU Rating: T Warnings: None Pairing: Loki/OC Summary:  According to the rules, no Jotun shall ever set foot in Asgard. According to the rules, no Prince of Asgard shall befriend a Jotun. According to the rules Rules were made to be broken. Written for @flufftober2021​

Day Two+ >> Read on Ao3+

Prompt 1: winning a teddy for the other

graphic by the author with @ourdiningroom​

1065 AD

It had been a terrible day. 

First, Thor had stolen all of the hveteboller at breakfast, leaving Loki with nothing but eggs and apples (which were wholesome food, but boring, boring, boring). Then Thor had won every single foot race, no matter what fearsome illusion Loki had created to distract him. Either Thor was getting better at telling fantasy from reality, or he was so stupidly brave that he didn’t care when an undead draugar was in his path. Loki clearly needed more practice with his illusions. 

The final straw had been after luncheon, when Thor had run off with his friends to explore the forest at the foot of the mountains. Loki had been right behind them, only stopping into his room for a few essentials (a book to read, and a book to take notes in, and another book in case he finished the first one). But by the time he’d reached the courtyard, they’d been gone. 

“Stupid Thor,” Loki muttered as he wandered through the forest alone. “I hope he falls into a cave, and the Jörmungandr gets him, and we never see him again.”

Nightfall was coming fast. Loki would be in the worst kind of trouble if he did not return to the castle before then. He continued along the forest path anyway. What did it matter if he were sent to his room without dinner when he returned? It wasn’t as if anyone would miss him.

The path he was following took a sharp curve, ending at the base of a mighty elder tree. The wide trunk was covered with branches, perfectly spaced for climbing. Loki eagerly started up the tree. For a time, the irritations of the day faded as he simply enjoyed the feeling of being young and agile.

He was halfway up the tree when he caught sight of a long white skirt above him. The girl wearing it was clinging to the tree trunk, her face pressed against the wood. He tilted his head, studying her, then scurried up the tree until he was level with her.

“Are you a huldra?” he asked, more curious than wary. Maybe her tail was hidden underneath her skirt.

“No.” Her voice was tense and quiet.

“Then what are you doing up here? This is a terrible place for a nap.”

She lifted her head off the tree trunk to glare at him. “I’m not sleeping.”

He would have teased her further, but he was completely distracted by her dark blue skin. “A Jotun! How did you—you shouldn’t be here.”

“I have as much right to be here as anybody else. Are you the king that you order people about so?”

Loki was not afraid of monsters. He narrowed his eyes at the Jotun girl. “I may not be the king, but I am his son. I’ll order anyone I like.”

“You’re small for a prince.”

That was funny, coming from a Frost Giant shorter than he was. “And you’re small for a Jotun.”

“Just leave me alone.”

He grinned as she looked away from his glare. He could outstare anyone. Except father.

“No. Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.”

She huffed in exasperation. “If you must know, I’m trying to rescue my little sister’s stuffed dreki. An Imp thought it would be funny to steal it and leave it at the top of a tree in Asgard. I wouldn’t have come after it, but it’s her favorite toy, and she won’t go to sleep without it.”

Loki glanced upwards. The dreki was dangling from a branch by its twisted tail several feet above them.

“It’s right there,” he said, pointing. “If that’s all you’ve come for, take it and go.”

“I can’t,” she hissed through her teeth.

What a strange girl. “Of course you can. Just go and get it.”

The girl mumbled something he couldn’t make out.

“What was that? Speak up when you talk to royalty.”

“I said I’m afraid of heights. I’m…stuck.”

Loki laughed. How could anyone be afraid of heights? “Is that all? There’s nothing to be afraid of. Look!”

He swung himself from one tree branch to the other, climbing the tree effortlessly. The Jotun girl gasped, which only encouraged him to move more recklessly. With a final jump, he had the dreki in his hand. Then he was swinging back down to where the girl still clung to the tree.

“There’s nothing to fear. I’ve got your sister’s toy,” he said.

“I—“ she began in a shaky voice.

There was no sense in letting her talk herself into more fear. Loki looked her square in the eye, then blinked in surprise.

“You’re eyes—they’re brown. I thought Jotun eyes were red,” he said.

“Our eyes are all different colors. They only turn red when we’re fighting,” she explained. “Everybody knows that.”

He filed this information away in case it proved useful later. “We’re not that far from the bottom. Keep your eyes on me. We’ll climb down together.”

She seemed conflicted, but there was no other choice. Loki kept the pace slow and steady as they worked their way down the trunk. She did not look away from him once.

“I didn’t know Jotuns had toys,” he said. Talking would keep her mind too busy for fear.

“Why wouldn’t we? Don’t Asgardians have toys?” she replied.

“Of course! We have the best toys in the Nine Realms. Do you have books too?”

The fear in her eyes was turning into annoyance. Good. Anger was better than fear.

“Yes, what a question,” she said.

“I beg your pardon, Maid of Jotunheim. According to our history your Realm is somewhat…unrefined.”

“Unrefined?” Her brown eyes flashed golden. “We’re just as good as any of the other Realms. Just because Asgard doesn’t know our ways doesn’t make them unrefined. Why—“

“We’ve reached the ground,” Loki said, cutting of her ranting. “Your eyes change color when you’re angry, did you know?”

He held the dreki out to her, hardly able to contain his laughter. She was angry with him but, as he’d rescued both her sister’s toy and her own self from the tree, she could hardly own it. Without a word, she snatched the dreki and started hurrying off into the forest.

“Maid of Jotunheim, aren’t you going to thank me?” he called after her.

She paused in her flight and turned back to him, her manners as pretty as any Asgardian courtier. “Thank you, Your Highness. I am in your debt.”

“Then give me your name, that I will know from whom to collect it.”

Her anger flared back to life; her golden eyes and dark red hair were fire against the deep blue of her skin.

“My name is Angrboda Galarrsdatter,” she said fiercely.

“And mine is Loki Odinson. Good day to you, Angrboda. I won’t forget.”

She growled as she whirled away from him and ran into the forest. He watched her until he could no longer see the white of her dress or the red of her hair. Then he started back towards the palace, whistling his victory to the night birds as he went.

End Notes:

Hveteboller: Norwegian cardamom sweet buns.

The elder tree is associated with Freya, the Norse goddess of love.

Draugar are something like zombies.

The Jörmungandr, or the Midgard Serpent, is an giant snake.

Huldra are forest spirits with cow’s tails.

Dreki: dragon

In Norse Mythology, Angrboda is Loki’s Jotun wife. For the purposes of this fic, Jotuns are not monsters (whatever the Asgardians say they are).

Day Two+ >>

[seaofthesoul]

I was tagged by @pridesobright @spellboundzouis @going-there-and-back-again @kashyyyyk @queenmevesknickers @wuxien @rnbziamau @lohrendrell in a few ask games, thanks so much darlings! 🦋💖

—four catch-up questions

Last song: Taming a Stray for the hundredth time since I’m currently buried in Gascon Feels™ right up to my ears fsdfsds

Last movie: it’s been too long for me to remember rip, think I haven’t watched a single movie since last Halloween? 😳 

Currently watching: tons of videos about TW3 since apparently spending 400+ hours in this game wasn’t enough lmao

Currently reading: about to start Blood of Elves 💕

—writing snippet

Here I decided to combine the “snippet of something I’m working on” and “last 7 sentences I wrote” ask games 🥰✨ It’s going to be fewer than 7 sentences though, bc I don’t want to reveal too much of my story and it’s very short anyway 👀

A dark shape obscured the silver glow of the moon shining through the window’s faded, distorted glass mosaic. It moved closer… closer… until the window croaked on its rusty hinges, giving a strangled squeak as though in warning.   

Gascon was ready.

His hazel eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness as he leapt towards the opening with silent, graceful steps.

—this or that

sage green or baby blue || moon or stars || paperback or hardback || piercings or tattoos || drawing or writing || saturn or jupiter || line without a hook or mr. loverman (don’t know neither) || ancient greece or ancient egypt || prague or amsterdam || dark academia or light academia || indie aesthetic or cottagecore || stargazing or late night drives || strawberries or watermelons || rings or necklaces || extrovert or introvert || dragons or griffins || ocean or mountain || silver or gold || dawn or dusk || creative or free spirit || early bird or night owl || cook or bake || dagger or sword

—twenty questions

1. Name: Marianne

2. Nickname: Mari or Marie

3. Zodiac sign: cancer through and through haha ♋️

4. Height: about 164 cm

5. Languages: French, English, German, Norwegian, Danish and Swedish 💗

6. Nationality: Canadian 🇨🇦- more specifically Québecer

7. Favourite season: spring

8. Favourite flower: don’t really have one in particular, but some examples include lily of the valley, gardenia and bluebell 💐

9. Favourite scent: my cat’s fur 🥺

10. Favourite colour: mint/sage/emerald green, pink, purple, fuchsia and soft and pastel tones in general 

11. Favourite animal: cats and bats, plus wolves probably? ✨

12. Favourite fictional character(s): no idea how to narrow down my huuuge list to only a few haha, but since I’m mostly into the Witcher fandom atm - Emiel Regis, Geralt of Rivia, Renfri of Creyden, Cerys an Craite, Essi Daven, Gascon Brossard and Queen Meve 🌸💜 

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea and hot chocolate 😍

14. Average hours of sleep: around 6-7

15. Dog or cat person: cat 🤧

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: one big fluffy blanket

17. Dream trip: visiting more of Norway (Lofoten, Ålesund, Stavanger, Svalbard, etc.) + going back to Germany, Sweden, Denmark and Finland + travelling to Iceland 😭

18. Blog established: October 2011 dsfsdds

19. Number of followers: 1,900 lovely people 🥰💛

20. Random fact: I hate sea food with a passion lmao

Tagging everyone who tagged me to do any of this + @amantisegreti @technicallysideacc @sunflowrhaz @southfarthing @humble--bard @liamisthesun @mugglemirror 💕

[flysafepapi]

heart of the ocean

It’s arrived! Backstabbing, thinly veiled insults, Frank, all the good stuff!

Parts one, two, three, four

Fandom: Boardwalk Empire

Warnings: No

It’s loud, below decks, but he imagines it’s nowhere near as boring as what’s happening floors above. Mothers with babies mill around, looking like they haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months, kids running in and out of the rooms and darting around benches, laughing and yelling to each other in a dozen different languages, getting scolded in even more. There are old women sitting in the corners with the feet up, men playing chess, girls doing needlepoint or reading dime novels. Across the room, there’s an upright piano where Tommy sits, picking out some song Meyer doesn’t remember but it doesn’t sound half bad.

“Your turn!”

Cora looks up at him, gesturing down to the funny face she’s finished drawing in the open sketchbook, and she smiles when he picks up his pencil and bets her that he can make it even funnier.

“A little English?”

“No, no. Norwegian. Only.”

Meyer shares an amused smirk with Tommy at Benny’s failed attempts to talk to the girl he’s had his sights on all day, and when Cora nudges him again he almost doesn’t turn around to see where Benny’s suddenly staring, his eyes a little wide. He should’ve known it was Charlie.

Charlie smiles when he sees Meyer in the crowd that’s now completely silent, wondering who he is and why he’s here, and starts walking straight over to the table.

“Hello, Meyer.”

“Hello again.”

“Can I speak to you? In private.”

“Uh, yeah. Of course. After you.”

Just before they leave the room, he turns around and looks right at Benny with, admittedly, a bit of a smug smile, then lets the door close on what he’s sure is a very clear view of the middle finger he holds up behind his back. ‘No chance,’ yeah, right.

It’s a different thing, to be on the upper class decks during the day when people are relaxing outside in the sun, especially when he knows that he must look especially poor next to Charlie, especially when Charlie’s wearing that suit. However much it cost, he knows it’s more than he’ll ever get to see in his life.

“So, do you have a name? Or is it just Charlie? Because that wasn’t what anyone called you last night.”

“It’s- officially, it’s Salvatore Lucania. I guess Rothstein, too, after AR took me in.”

“Fancy. And unofficially?”

“Unofficially, I hate it. Neither of them feel like me. Charlie does.”

“It suits you.”

Charlie huffs. “You’re distracting me from what I came to say. It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you.”

“Well, here you are.”

“Here I am. I- I wanted to thank you for what you did. Not just for.. puking me back. But for not telling anyone what really happened.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Look, I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich boy. What does he know about misery?”

“That’s not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could’ve happened to hurt this guy so much he thought he had no other way out.”

Meyer sits down beside him on the bench, far enough away from anyone else that no one will hear anything, still painfully aware that he shouldn’t even be here.

“It wasn't just one thing. It was everything. It was them, it was their whole world. And I was trapped in it. I just had to get away.. just run until nothing was familiar anymore.. and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship. Even the Titanic wasn't big enough. Not enough to get away from them. And before I'd really though about it, I was over the rail. I was so furious. I'll show them. They'll be sorry!

“Uh huh. They'll be sorry. 'Course, you'll be dead. That penguin last night, is he one of them?

“Penguin? Oh, Sal! He is them.”

Meyer doesn’t ask if his fiancé’s name is part of the reason why he chose to be known as Charlie.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Worse, actually.”

The sun sparkling off the water really is beautiful, and his breath catches in his throat when he looks out at it, but he’s not sure if it’s from the view or the thought of being trapped with Salvatore for the rest of his life. When Meyer starts to talk, he jumps a little.

“So you feel like you're stuck on a train yout can't get off 'cause you're marryin' this guy.”

“Yes, exactly!”

“So don't marry him.”

“If only it were that simple.”

“It is that simple.”

Charlie turns to look at him, and Meyer can’t look away from those eyes that seem to look right through him. He’s acutely aware of the space between, or lack thereof; every point of contact between them seems to burn through the layers of fabric, and he shifts a little closer, opening his mouth to say, something, he doesn’t even known. Before he can, Charlie stands up from the bench like it’s burning him and clears his throat. The reason why becomes all too clear when Meyer turns to see what Charlie’s looking so pale about.

“Carolyn! This is Meyer Lansky. The man who saved me last night.” Charlie knows that Sal would’ve told AR immediately after going back inside. At least Carolyn wasn’t alone. Margaret and Frank stood with her, looking incredibly amused.

“Charmed, I'm sure.”

‘The others were gracious and curious about the man who'd saved my life. But Carolyn looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly.’

“Well, Meyer, it sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot-“ Frank’s voice was drowned out by the sound of the dinner bell ringing loudly, making them all jump. “Why do they insist on always announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?”

“Should we go get ready?” Charlie took the arm Carolyn held out towards him, pasting the familiar false smile on his face, and turned to look at Meyer over his shoulder. “See you at dinner?”

Meyer had no choice but to watch them go.

“Man, do you have the slightest idea what you’re doing?”

It’s his turn to flinch a little, unaware that the other man hadn’t left with them.

“Not really.”

“Well, you’re about to right into the snakepit, ao I hope you’re ready. Name’s Frank, by the way. What are you planning to wear?”

Frank snorted as Meyer looked down at himself.

“Yeah, I figured.”

~~

“I can tie a tie.”

Frank smirked at him and held out a hanger with half a dozen ties on it out to him. “Good, because I’m not doing it for you.”

~~

Whatever Meyer had pictured in his head of what tonight was going to look like, it’s nothing even close to what he sees when the door opens for him, held open for him no less, and he steps through to the first class entrance.

“Good evening, sir.”

Meyer just nods to the bowing man and looks around, trying to keep the awe from playing too obviously across his face. Above his head, an enormous glass dome hangs from the ceiling, crystal chandelier at the centre, causing the light to shoot off into a thousand facets and glittering like diamonds. The staircase, sweeping down what must be at least six floors, is polished so that it gleams under the light, the plush carpet covered by a thick velvet runner down the middle. And the people: the women in their floor length dresses, elaborate hairstyles and abundant jewelry,. men in evening dress, standing with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly. It’s worlds different from what he knows Benny and Tommy are doing back down below decks.

He sees Sal, the fiancé, come down the stairs behind him, then Carolyn on the arm of someone he hasn’t met yet, all of them walking right past him without recognising him. Sal even nods at him, apparently thinking him just another first class guy here for dinner. He doesn’t really have time to be amused, because Charlie comes through the doors just behind them, and Meyer can’t take his eyes away from him.

“You came.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Charlie practically beams at him.

“Sal, surely you remember Mr. Lansky.”

“Yes! I didn't recognize you. Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentlemen.”

It takes everything in Meyer not to say anything, and Frank grins at him like he knows exactly what Meyer’s thinking.

“Hope you’re ready for this, Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've got a lot of it and you're in the club.” Frank takes his seat across the table from Meyer, a few seats down from Charlie, and winks at him.

“Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr- Lansky, was it?. I hear they're quite good on this ship.”

Charlie sits directly opposite him, and he cringes slightly when AR asks his question, shooting Meyer an apologetic look.

“The best I've seen. Hardly any rats.”

Frank coughs, badly covering his laugh.

“Mr. Lansky is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancé last night.”

The rest of the dinner goes about how he expected; thinly veiled insults about his wealth, or lack thereof, whispering about him behind their napkins like he was less a person and more of an amusing sideshow exhibit. Eventually, thankfully, dinner finishes and the men around him, minus Frank who looks more interested in his glass of whiskey, stand up to make their way to the smoking rooms.

“Are you coming, Lansky?”

“No, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Just as well. Talk will mostly be politics, business, what have you. Nothing you’d be interested in.”

“Of course not.”

He shakes hands, kisses the backs of hands, working his way around the table saying his goodbyes, never forgetting that this is all just one big show with him as the entertainment. For everyone except Charlie, or so he hopes. He leaves Charlie for last, and carefully slides the paper into her hand, smiling at him a little more warmly than he’d smiled at everyone else.

“It was nice to meet you, Charlie. Thank you for the dinner.”

~~

Charlie notices the crinkle of paper against his palm immediately, and slides his hand back under the table until everyone’s attentions are elsewhere and he can read it. In what must be Meyer’s handwriting, small and almost cramped but clear, it reads ‘Take a chance. Meet me at the clock’.

When he slips away, finally, Meyer’s standing at the top of the grand staircase, looking at the chandelier intently, as if he’s trying to count each individual crystal that hangs from it like water. Charlie makes it halfway up the stairs before Meyer turns and sees him. When Meyer does, he smiles.

“Want to go to a real party?”

[jiangwanyin]

ooh ok; 1, 15, 17, 20, 22 :)

aw thanks thanks 😌💗💕

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

well the list does get longer and more specific the better you want to know and understand me, but for everyone's sake i think i'll just stick to things that give you a good general idea!!

read: first and foremost lotr of course and if you want to go even deeper, the silmarillion (and if you want to go still deeper, various bits and pieces from the history of middle earth especially athrabeth finrod ah andreth), norwegian wood by murakami, h is for hawk by helen macdonald for an insight into me coping with grief and trauma (no idea why anyone would want that but it's a deeply personal book to me and i can't just not include it), and the shadow of the wind by carlos ruiz zafón

watch: oh boy i can think of way too many but including but not limited to again obviously lotr, rocketman, howl's moving castle, empire records, kill your darlings, fallen angels, 10 things i hate about you, moulin rouge! and good will hunting as for tv shows, atla, seasons 2-4 of doctor who and i wouldn't force you to watch the whole thing but probably a few episodes of the untamed and merlin too

listen to: big god by florence + the machine, goodbye yellow brick road by elton john, rock n roll suicide and rebel rebel by david bowie, born on a different cloud by oasis, 5:06AM (every stranger's eyes) by roger waters, wooden ships by jefferson airplane, space truckin by deep purple (more for the vibes than the lyrics though) and aquarius from the hair soundtrack

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.

okay i spent way too much time thinking about this but i think i'm going to just recycle three from my last answer whoops sorry 😳

lord of the rings obviously

h is for hawk by helen macdonald

norwegian wood by murakami

on the road by jack kerouac (i'm not sure how influential it really was in the long term but i did center my entire personality around it when i was like fourteen so it goes on the list)

aand i'm going to be really pretentious and say oedipus rex OR 1984 i can't choose

i feel like i'm forgetting something but here you go also i guess i could include some children's books that definitely shaped how i turned out like the neverending story and the secret garden and inkheart and the series that maybe not started but absolutely fueled my dragon obsession aka the last dragon chronicles aand i can think of others that maybe as a whole weren't particularly influential as a book but did make me realize/come to terms with something about myself *cough* loveless by alice oseman as well as others i was into when i was younger ranging from the tibetan book of the dead (which i never actually read cover to cover but i was a nerd and i found it fascinating and although i wasn't exactly new to the idea of rebirth etc it definitely influenced the way i see life and death) and various books about greek and egyptian mythology i grew up on to random YA books i enjoyed at the time and that actually had an impact on me like life: an exploded diagram by mal peet and junk by melvin burgess — neither of which i remember too well now but again, fourteen year old me was OBSESSED so they deserve a place on the list just as much as the books i've read more recently and feel the same way about 😌

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

ah gosh for the first time in a quite some time since i've been on here i can actually say yes?? which is a very welcome change,, i mean obviously it's pretty fandom-focused and i seem to have lost most of my classic rock and astrology mutuals in the process of moving accounts so there's considerably less of that on here than there is in my life but other than that i think it is for the most part :)

20. would you rather be in middle earth, narnia, hogwarts, or somewhere else?

middle earth of course 😌💖🌷🍃✨

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.

oh wow vicky you really decided to choose violence and expose my boring lifestyle 😔😔

sleeping obviously hsnfdj

probably just being on my phone especially on here yikes

watching movies/tv shows

listening to music

ahh i want to say reading but i've been slacking off lately but i guess it still counts in the long run if you add up all the time since my childhood (actually that may even move it higher on the list but i have no idea)

[alicedopey]

Gratulerer med dagen

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Fluff , Modern AU

Pairing: Harald x Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1785

Summary: You haven’t been feeling well because of a loss and Harald wants to make you feel better for your birthday.

A/N: This is written for my dear @gearhead66​ to celebrate her birthday. I’m sorry for the delay, love and I hope you will like it. Huge thanks to my other half here @naaladareia​ for the wonderful moodboard.  Also, I took the liberty to imagine lockdown was over everywhere. 

Harald looked at you, sleeping peacefully in the care while he was driving. You needed to rest, this year had been rough enough – and it was only halfway done. Losing your aunt had been hard on you and this broke Harald’s heart every time he read some sadness in your eyes. He knew how it felt to lose someone dear. His parents had died in a car crash when he and Halfdan were teenagers, and they only had one another to rely on. They never really felt at ease with anyone apart from each other and it was still like that today… well, until he met you.

You represented what Harald had craved for his whole life, a woman to love who would love him in return. Right now, he wanted to do everything in his power to keep you happy and satisfied – hence his plans for today to celebrate your very special day. It was a good thing lockdown was over in the USA or everything would have been ruined.

After the funeral, he knew he had to take you far away from your place. He suggested to go and visit his family, meaning Halfdan in Norway.

“What about my dog?” You had exclaimed.

“We will take him, of course.” He smiled. How could he leave behind the fluffy thing that brought them together?

The day you met was still on his mind. You were walking two dogs when he first saw you, smiling and laughing at their antics. He liked you instantly, even more when he got to know you. First, he had invited you for coffee a few times then for dinner when he had tried to cook a nice meal at his place. Trying was the word since their main course had ended up burnt in the oven. You had laughed and promised to teach him a few things. In the meantime, he bought some sweet things for you to enjoy.

It’s been a year now and he had felt it was the right time for you and his brother to meet. Halfdan had always been the odd one but you got along quite well with him. Well enough for you to trust him to take care of your dog for the day while the two of you were away. His brother was good with animals, not with women. Harald could not even count the number of girls he had scared away. He was a free bird, enjoying women from time to time but never committing. So, he often mocked his brother for searching love so frantically. Harald did not care and kept searching. Now, he had finally found the one and he would not let go.

Here he was, driving from Oslo to his secret destination. He had woken you up at dawn this morning and you had not stopped grumbling until he had told you that you looked like the dog you used to take care of. You had struck out your tongue at him and hopped in the car in silence. Then, you had fallen asleep instantly.

The sun was high in the sky when they finally reached Trondheim. Perfect. He parked the car and gently shook you awake. You slowly opened your eyes.

“We’re there, love.”

Rubbing your eyes, you threw a look outside to try and guess where you had stopped.

“We are in Trondheim. Do you want to get a closer look?”

“Why not?” You both exited the car. Harald put his huge backpack on and he gave you yours.

“First stop?”

“Lead the way, Sir.” He kissed you softly and took you by the hand. You stopped in front of a huge cathedral.

“Wow…this is beautiful”. You whispered, in awe.

“It is, isn’t it? This is the Nidaros Cathedral. Want to get inside?”

“Please.” You almost pleaded. The moment you set a foot inside the Cathedral, you were amazed by its architecture, a beautiful mix of Roman and Gothic styles.

“It was built from 1080 to 1300 and had been the place where the Norwegian Kings are crowned since the Middle Ages.”

He knew he had captured your interest, then. You were really fond of history.

“So, Harald V was crowned here?” You asked and he nodded. “I guess it means that you would be crowned in this Cathedral if you ever became Harald VI, King of all Norway.”

Harald rolled his eyes. “You definitely watch this show too much.”

But he liked it as well and the way you would compare his life to the ‘real’ Harald’s life. He did not mind because he was assuredly more in luck than the lonely king you were so fond of.

Harald let you wander around the place and take a lot of pictures. He sometimes added some historical comments to which you listened intently. When you went out, it was noon. Your stomach grumbled loudly.

“What?” You said when you saw he was smiling. “You woke me up really early and I did not have time to eat. I’m hungry.”

“Then I think you will like our next stop.”

To your surprise, Harald did not take the direction of the town center. “Don’t worry.” He explained when he saw your interrogative stare. “I know a better place than here. The town is really nice, and I promise we will come back someday, but it is too noisy for what I have in mind.”

You went back to the car. Harald drove for a few miles before parking in a beautiful green valley full of trees surrounded by a lake.

“Let me introduce you to the Golden Road or as we call it, Gyldne Omvei.”

“Harald, this is breathtaking.” He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go get some lunch.”

You found yourself in front of a nice little restaurant, Gulburet. Inside, it looked like a farm. It was warm and cozy.

A middle-aged plump woman welcomed you. “Hallo, vellkommen.”

You let Harald do the talking then you sat down at a nice wooden table.

“I know it’s not much but I can assure you will like it. The food is really good and they have a lot of Norwegian specialties.”

“My dear, dear King Harald…” You set a comforting hand on his. “I love it. You couldn’t have pleased me more.”

They were served different homemade meals: soup, bread, goat cheese from the local farms and a large piece of Fyrstekake, an almond and cardamom pie. The meal was simple but absolutely delicious.

Afterwards, he watched with a tender smile as you listened to the stories told by the host, giving a good impression of farm life over a 100 years ago. The stories, told in English especially for you, had caught your attention and you were listening to every word that came out of her mouth. It was a relief to see you so enthusiast about something after the troubled times you had to go through.

When the story was finished, you fiercely hugged him. Harald simply hugged you back and you stayed there for a while, enjoying each other’s embraces.

“Ready for more?”

You tilted your head upwards to look him in the eye. “We are not done?”

He shook his head. “Far from it. Brace yourself though because there will be a lot of walking.”

He let go of you and handed you your backpack. “Argh walking?”

“Yes, grumpy girl.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I promise you won’t regret it though.”

He was right, you did not regret it. Harald took you to Inderøy where you visited two medieval churches and there also was a lot of hiking. It did not bother you. The trails were not that difficult to walk on and the landscape was so beautiful. It was this wonderful mixture of valleys and mountains, green and blue in front of your eyes with every step you took. That could easily make you forget you had been walking for hours.

“And there’s our final stop.”

You lifted your head at Harald’s words. The sun was slowly setting down on the valley, its numerous colors being reflected in the lake downwards.

Lost in the amazing view the Norwegian landscapes were offering, you did not hear Harald coming near you. He circled your waist and set his head on your left shoulder.

“You like that?” He kissed your ear, tickling your skin with his beard.

“It’s wonderful”. You whispered, putting your hands over his. “This day was wonderful…thank you.”

“Everything for you, my sweet…and I’m not quite done yet.”

He made you turn around and you discovered he had set down a whole picnic on a blanket.

You looked at him, amazed.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding in this huge thing all day.” You exclaimed and lightly punched his shoulder.

“What can I say? I’m a man full of surprises.”

He helped you sit down on the blanket and took place near you. Then he filled two glasses with champagne before giving you one.

“Gratulerer med dagen, my love.” His glass clinked with yours.

You watched him closely, tilting your head on the side. “You just wished me a happy birthday, right?” He nodded. “Harald, thank you for today, for all of this. I didn’t know I needed it but it helped a lot.”

As you took a sip of champagne to fight back the emotions that were invading your heart, Harald squeezed your hand to comfort you.

“You don’t have to thank me. I did it gladly and I would do it again without a hesitation. Losing someone is never easy and it also made me realize how unbearable it would be for me if I lost you. I could not imagine my life without you. In fact, I want to tell the whole world that you are mine as much as I am yours.”

You gasped as Harald pulled a little velvety box from his pocket.

“Harald, are you…?”

He opened the box to reveal a white gold ring set with diamonds. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked with his deep hoarse voice that always sent shivers running down your spine.

“Oh…err…of course. Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

Your half full glass fell on the blanket as you threw yourself in his arms. You exchanged a few kisses, laughing and crying at the same time. Then Harald put the engagement ring on your finger. You admired it, your eyes still full of tears.

You looked at your Northern man before saying “Jeg elsker deg*, my King.” His eyes widened so much you laughed. “Yes, I did some research. I can speak Norwegian too, you know.”

He chuckled. “Jeg elsker deg også**, my Queen.”

* Jeg elsker deg: Je t’aime

** Jeg elsker deg også: Je t’aime aussi

Tagging (tell me if you want to be added or removed): @naaladareia​ @gearhead66​ @therealcalicali​ @tephi101​ @maggiescarborough​ @peaceisadirtyword​ @mblaqgi​ @flowers-in-your-hayr​ @captstefanbrandt​ @medievalfangirl​ @girlonfireice 

[auroraayyye]

SKAM: An analysis

Part 1

This is not anything anyone has ever asked for, but I can’t sleep so here you go. A personal analysis of my likes, dislikes and favourite characters from every version of SKAM. Starting of with:

SKAM (The OG, Norwegian one)

Likes:

My own language and culture

A well written interesting teen show that tackled important problems you meet in life and brought out stories you didn’t see much of in media at the time.

The cast consisted of litteral teens. Tarjei who played Isak was a first year at the real school «Nissen».

The actors were so good. They all played such important roles, and you could tell they put a whole lot of personality into it.

I LOVED the format. SKAM has a lot of references to Henrik Ibsen (norwegian author), and he was known for writing plays in a style that in norwegian is called «Titteskap teater» (rough translation: a cupboard you can look into). The minimizes the distance between the audience and the action, creating much more debate around the plot. By giving us the clips online while they were happening «in real time» and giving the characters real SoMe accounts SKAM did exactly that. (Our teacher would seriously pause the class if any clips came out during).

I also liked how short the clips were. I don’t watch a lot of shows as I simply don’t have the time or attention span. But watching 2-10 minute clips and reading small text exchanges, thats something i could do!

None of the characters were «simple». They were all written and acted quite dynamic, deep and dimentional, and i loved that.

SKAM was brought up so goddamn much in our norwegian classes i swear. I did so many papers on it.

Unpopular opinion: i liked that it ended after 4 season. Ended on a high.

GREAT SOUNDTRACK

Dislikes:

SKAM is made in certain part of Oslo, which is the capital and biggest city of Norway. I don’t think it should’ve been changed, I just didn’t relate to a lot of the cultural youth references as I am from the north myself. And yes those enviroments are very different! So I just feel like letting the fandom know that that not all of norwegian is definitely like that.

They definitely could’ve done more with Sana’s season. I do not think that it was a bad season, i just think that there was too much focus on Noorhelm and girl drama which were topics that didn’t really need more focus.

Eva’s season just being overlooked in promos and in general. I get that it was the first season and the show gathered more attention around the second season but come on. Eva and her storyline is so important, the acting was so good and it laid a solid foundation for the rest of the show. I just feel like Eva’s character didn’t get the justice it deserved.

Favourite characters:

Vilde. Now my people let me tell you a little bit about Vilde. Vilde was the most important character in the entire show. She was the glue that brought together all the other characters. And she was so devoted to everthing she did: her friends, the bus, all the small gatherings. And i feel like everyone went to school with a person like this. Who was maybe teased and looked at like weird, but in hindsight you realise how much they really did for their community. In the last season we get a little peak into the life Vilde is living when she’s not at school and it’s absolutely heartbreaking. And again unpopular opinion but i liked that we never got a Vilde season, cus thats the reality of it. Most situations like these are hidden, and they are hidden so well. And not giving Vilde a season really enhances that. Vilde really just wanted to be good for the world and for the world to be a better place. And that scene from season 4 between Vilde, Chris and Magnus is honestly one of the most beautiful scenes of the entire show and both Vilde and Chris’ friendship and Vilde and Magnus’ relationship is so healthy and lovely. I love Vilde fight me.

Eskil. He is, without any doubt to ever excist about it, the funniest character on the show. He really gives me «Will and Grace»-vibes. But I also love that even though he is funny, he is not reduced to just funny lines. He is an example of how important one person can be to anothers life. He really did take care of the people around him, even though not everyone perceived his behaviour that way. He took care of Noora and brought her out of her shell. He took care of Isak and helped him come to terms with his sexuality and internalized homophobia. He took care of Linn and accepted her as she was while simultanously helping her be a part of their social community. He was also an very important counterpart to Isak’s character in season three. It gave out the message that there is definitely not one way to be gay. Although he wasn’t the best roomate, he was a good character.

Isak. My most favourite thing about his character is that i don’t 100% like him. It’s like having a friend that doesn’t agree with you on every single subject and i honestly feel like that enriches the relationship. And he is such a realistic norwegian boy, so many of my guy friends act similar to him. Guys and their feelings are very under-represented in the media, and i think as much as the third season is praised for its focus on lgbt+ and mental health, it should get some credit for putting guys and the way they face issues in the limelight. I love that he’s such a snake sometimes, because people do dumb, selfish shit no matter how much of a nice person you think they are. His friendship with Eva? Amazing. And also veey realistic. Sometimes friends grow a little apart before they come back together, and i think their friendship is a strong one. His friendship with Jonas? Amazing. That coming out scene at the bench says it all i need not write any further. His friendship with Sana? Amazing. Isak was such an important character in her season and she was so important in his. The talk they have at the bench in Sana’s season is such a nice scene. Also Tarjei, the actor who plays Isak, is one of norway’s finest. He’s so good, i’ve seen him in other things as well and he’s just astonishing. The «O Helga Natt» scene is good, but it wouldn’t be nearly as good without that amazing acting.

That concludes my personal analysis of OG SKAM that no one asked for, but if you wanna tag along make sure to look out for my next! And hopefully i will get to sleep now.