#på repeat

[iambountyfan]

'luminary rainbows' from ionnalee's new album CLOSE YOUR EYES is included in Spotify's Made In Sweden and på repeat playlists! 🇸🇪

Made In Sweden: open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX0ekBHz1NmKS

på repeat: open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX5kDBvo2N2to

[ifindus]

Hold on, you’re on to something. You just pointed out what I also think! Kongen på havet just kinda feel like a children’s show, and it very annoying. I think the three main points that I agree on is:

1. Langemann’s character (and his relation to Sabeltann). What the hell happened here??? They act like they’re old friends (or ex’es😏) who secretly can’t stand each other. And Langemann generally didn’t feel like a special guy? Langemann is supposed to be this very sneaky, seducive, awesome pirate, yet in the show, he’s just some guy. Nevermind the fact that he basically isn’t Saveltann’s shadow.

2. Pinky and Langemann’s relation. Look, I am a sucker for foundfamily/son & adoptive dad trope, but how did they fumble up this that badly? I found it a bit annoying how Langemann acted like a very normal parent, ‘cause I know for a fact that he wouldn’t if he stayed in character. I don’t think he would’ve been a that bad of a parent, but I’m pretty sure Pinky wouldn’t be this whiny, annoying kid like in the show. I also wish the show showed us a bit about Pinky’s upbringing, because I want to see how Langemann dealt with it - it would’ve given us more depth and meaning to their relation with each other.

3. Kaptein Sabeltann. Yeah, why isn’t he so fearful or dramatic? He seems so… bland if anything. Langemann’s personality certainly doesn’t help either. I can’t put it into words, but you worded it perfectly. And it sucks that the only scene where I got a bit tense (the scene where Pinky was caught snooping in Sabeltann’s (skattekammer) and Sabeltann literally wanted to shoot him) but Langemann had to ruin it. While I understand why he did it, I wish the show could’ve done something more with it (not saying I wanted Pinky to be shot😂) - they could’ve mixed that with the plot, make Pinky fear Sabeltann more. It felt like Sabeltann was a bit in character. The show had a miss-opportunity to focus on Pinky, Langemann and Sabeltann, not just Pinky and the other kids (I love Ravn, no hate to her). Also, yeah, the show could’ve been a bit more darker imo.

Also it feels like the plot isn’t really there?? Yes, there is a plot, but it isn’t good by any means. And I’ve got so many things I wanna see too; Sabeltanns relation to Abra havn, a deeper dive into Langemann’s history, Pinky’s childhood, more about Sabeltann’s actual thoughts and relation to Pinky, etc.

Basically, the show kinda sucks, and we could’ve been better writers than the actual writers.

Exactly!! Langemann just isn't Langemann, and Sabeltann is too weak of a character here. The Langemann/Pinky relationship was a waste because it could have been done very tastefully - especially since we see in the shows that raising Pinky has been more of a joint effort by all the pirates (we clearly see them all taking on a parental role for him).

🙏🙏🙏 better plot and story pls

[iphigeniacomplex]

the thing a lot of people dont know about me is im actually so fucking normal

[saintedbythestorm]

Började tänka på Kalles kaviar (long story...) och nu hör jag en Mall Maniacs låt på repeat i huvudet hela tiden...

[knappharvel]

Just nu hatar jag svtplay, för jag vill lyssna på Släpp alla sorger om och om igen och för det är man tvungen att spola tillbaka videon varje minut

[ett-hus-i-skogen]

Verbs I really should study (part 6)

tröttna: get tired, (+på) get fed up (with) tända: light, ignite tåla: endure, tolerate upprepa: repeat uttala: pronounce vattna: water verka: work/act, seem/appear vila: rest vispa: whisk, whip vissla: whistle väva: weave växa: grow växla: exchange, vary våga: dare vårda: take care of, cherish

[lords-of-mayhem]

Can you write Pelle and Øystein story that includes P fucking Ø in Ø's room when Pelle first came to Norway? And Pelle having to gag him so his parents don't hear

Sure thing! I hope you enjoy it <3

Socially Constructed Sabotage

Warnings: Loss of virginity, brief dirty talk, top Pelle, bottom Øystein, barebacking, creampie, fingering, brief rimming, loud sex, gagging, rough sex

Words: 4,386

The first problem Øystein had run into with Pelle was communication. Jan, Jørn, and himself had all assumed that they’d be able to understand Pelle. Their languages were close enough for it to make sense, after all. They’d figured they could at least identify enough words to piece together what he was trying to say and he could do the same for them. The car ride back to Øystein’s home had proved that theory incorrect. 

“Vart är vi på väg?” Pelle asked and Øystein was totally lost, having him repeat himself a couple more times. He went slower each time, but Øystein still couldn’t quite make sense of it. 

“Jeg forstår ikke,” Øystein admitted after a moment, deciding to just tell Pelle that he hadn’t understood any of his words. “Snakker du noe norsk?” He asked, hoping that Pelle spoke more Norwegian than he spoke Swedish, but Pelle only stared back at him. It was clear that he didn’t understand him any better. “Do you speak English?” Øystein finally decided to ask, hoping it would be a good middle ground for them. 

If they couldn’t communicate in English, he genuinely didn’t have any other ideas for how they’d be able to. He couldn’t imagine not being able to talk at all would work out. His heart had begun racing in his chest, hoping bringing Pelle all the way out here wouldn’t be for nothing. He was confused when Pelle began giggling, unsure of what had been so funny. 

“Engelska. Ja,” Pelle agreed finally. “You have a cute accent,” He added in English, words a lot clearer than Øystein had expected them to be. The words themselves made Øystein turn red, caught off guard by the compliment and unused to words like ‘cute’ being used for him. 

That brought about the second problem Øystein had with Pelle. The blonde had a habit of ascribing him various descriptors or names that made his stomach feel weird. The real problem came with the fact he knew why Pelle complimenting him made him feel like that. He’d found Pelle attractive from the moment they’d met and he enjoyed being around him, and all the flirting from the Swedish man made things worse. 

He was very fond of calling Øystein every name he could think of. Cute and adorable were usually the ones he used most often, but he was also partial to using pretty and any variation of calling Øystein small. The latter annoyed Øystein more than the rest did, but that knowledge only seemed to encourage Pelle to continue doing it. He tried to act unphased by it in hopes Pelle would get bored and stop, although that hadn’t worked yet. 

Luckily, Pelle didn’t often comment on his size. Most of the time, he was friendly enough and could even be pretty agreeable. As agreeable as he could be, he was also equally capable of pushing boundaries and trying to force Øystein out of his comfort zone. This often came in the form of physically putting himself in Øystein’s personal space. 

It had started small at first, so small Øystein hadn’t even noticed it right away. There were touches that lingered a bit too long, touching him when it definitely wasn’t necessary to, hands resting on the small of Øystein’s back when he tried to slip by him in the kitchen, Then it progressed to outright groping at Øystein’s sides, finding the soft curves where a bit of baby fat still clung to him and kneading at the skin. 

When Øystein protested, he’d simply laugh at him and squeeze rougher. Øystein knew he could push Pelle away if he needed to, he could likely even fight him off if it came down to it. A part of him had to admit he kind of liked it, though. It was hard to explain, but he liked Pelle’s hands on him and he liked them more when they were handling him so roughly. He’d never been touched like that before, but he could get used to it. 

One such morning, Øystein was trying his best to make breakfast with everyone crowding up the kitchen. Nobody else had left the house yet and he was annoyed when he kept getting bumped into, but he paused when he felt a familiar hand circle around his waist. Pelle squeezed tighter and peered into the pan. 

“Looks good,” He praised in English, giving Øystein a small smile. His parents talked away in the background, but Øystein was solely focused on Pelle and the fact he was not pulling away. Pelle’s voice lowered and he whispered to him in Swedish, something he only did when he was angry or saying something filthy. “Jag önskar att jag kunde ha dig över den här disken,” He began, his tone definitely indicating it was the latter. “ Jag skulle knulla dig tills du grät för mig,” Øystein shivered, being able to identify the word fuck in there somewhere. 

He “accidentally” elbowed Pelle in the ribs, dislodging how close they were. Clearing his throat, he went back to his cooking and tried to stop blushing so brightly. Pelle smirked at him, but left him alone for the time being. Øystein knew this peace wouldn’t last very long. Øystein decided to get ahead of this and confront Pelle about it first, not giving him the opportunity to corner him about it. 

They were both sitting in his room when he decided to bring it up. He was flipping through a magazine, only halfway paying attention to it. He was far more focused on how he was going to handle this. Pelle was sitting at his desk, reading a book and occasionally stopping to jot down notes. Øystein wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he’d learned it was better to just let Pelle do his thing when he wasn’t causing any trouble. 

“Pelle,” Øystein said suddenly, catching the blonde’s attention. “What did you say to me in the kitchen this morning?” He questioned, heart in his throat. He didn’t know where this might lead them and he wasn’t sure if he was more scared or excited to find out, but he was too far gone now. 

“Oh. I told you I’d like to fuck you over the counter until you started to cry for me,” Pelle told him as though he was talking about the weather. Yet another problem with Pelle. He was extremely blunt, either not being aware of social etiquette or simply not caring. It made Øystein shift on the bed, still staring at him. Pelle didn’t glance up from his book and notes very much. 

“Would you mean it?” Øystein asked after a moment of silence between them. His heart thumped faster in his chest, definitely bordering on nervousness more than excitement. “I mean, would you actually do that with me?” He elaborated and this seemed to draw all of Pelle’s attention. He sat his book and notepad down entirely, giving his full focus to Øystein, head tilted curiously at him. 

“I would,” Pelle agreed, not taking much time to consider it. He watched Øystein carefully, reminding the dark haired man of a cat peering over the fields and looking for a mouse. It was a fitting comparison, Øystein felt a bit like prey even while sitting in his own bedroom. “Why? Would you?” His words had an odd inflection on them that Øystein couldn’t quite decipher and that annoyed him. It made him feel as though Pelle had an advantage over him here and truth be told, he likely did. 

Pelle rarely played any games where he did not have an upperhand. He liked racing because he had longer legs, he liked games of wit because he was smart, he did not like games of luck because they were unpredictable and out of his control. And he liked putting Øystein in uncomfortable situations because he was marvelously good at it, and he enjoyed the power of making Øystein squirm around. 

“Maybe,” Øystein said finally. “I don’t know, I can’t be sure. I’ve never been with a man before,” He told him and it was the more tactful, although less divulging truth. He’d experimented in the past with himself, only ever a couple fingers to see what it might be like. Pelle did not need to know that information, he reasoned. 

“I could show you what it’s like if you’d let me,” Pelle offered and Øystein nodded before he could overthink it. He did want Pelle in this way and he knew that, it was just a matter of not letting himself worry too much. Pelle moved almost as soon as Øystein had said yes, seemingly anticipating that he would agree. “I’ve hoped for this since I arrived,” Pelle admitted to him and went to dig through his bag, eventually fishing out what he had been looking for. He showed it to Øystein proudly, showing off a travel-sized bottle of lube that made Øystein’s cheeks warm up. 

It was a bit embarrassing, knowing that Pelle had been hoping to fuck him. Even going so far as to buy the things they would need for it. He wasn’t too surprised, though. He supposed this wasn’t more embarrassing than Pelle whispering filthy words into his ear with his parents mere feet away from them. 

“Do you have a condom?” Øystein asked suddenly, vaguely aware that people were supposed to use those. Even two men. Surprisingly, Pelle laughed at him and gave him a look, eyebrow raised. 

“I won’t get you pregnant,” He assured and Øystein’s cheeks burned harsher at that. He hadn’t been visibly blushing before, but he knew he was now. He looked away from him, borderline sulking, but Pelle didn’t seem to mind it too much. “Take off your clothes,” He ordered bluntly and Øystein nodded.     

When he began taking his clothes off, he was happy to see that Pelle was doing the same. It felt less voyeuristic with him as the center if Pelle was also losing layers at a similar rate. It made him feel more like this was a normal consummation rather than a one-sided, consensual exploitation.     

“I’m worried it will hurt,” Øystein admitted to him after a moment, deciding to be honest. His fingers had been uncomfortable enough and he hadn’t quite seen the appeal of anal sex with himself as the receiving partner, but maybe doing this with Pelle would make it inherently different. He distracted himself by admiring the expanses of pale skin that Pelle stripping down exposed to him. 

Pelle was so thin that his skin looked painted onto his bones, many of them jutting out sharply. He looked more like an exaggerated  illustration of a horror character rather than a real person, reminding Øystein of Dorian Gray’s decrepit and withering body. Yet, there was an odd beauty to his macabre form. Scars littered his body in no real patterns, some intersecting awkwardly. 

“I will do what I can to make it not hurt,” Pelle soothed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, not seeming to mind being stared at. Øystein hadn’t fully stripped yet, still wearing his sweater and underwear, and Pelle did not seem to mind this either. “You can take it,” He told him and Øystein raised an eyebrow this time. 

“Most people would say they’d be gentle,” Øystein pointed out. The choice to avoid the words seemed deliberate and knowing Pelle, that was definitely likely. The blonde haired man grinned at him with sharp teeth, once again reminding Øystein of the predator in the grass. He was suddenly much more inclined to believe Pelle had no intentions of being gentle with him. 

“Do you need me to be gentle, Øystein?” Pelle asked in a tone that left Øystein wondering if it was a genuine offer. The blonde crawled onto the bed with him and slid between his thighs, ignoring the fact Øystein was still clothed. He placed himself there like he belonged, spreading his thighs to be the perfect space for him. He didn’t stop until he was pressed as close as he could manage, leaning over his body and trapping him down to the bed. “Does the idea of giving your virginity away frighten you? Do I need to be soft and sweet while I take it?” 

Øystein still couldn’t determine if Pelle was being serious, but he could determine his heart was about to beat out of his chest. Pelle was so close to him, whispering things more sensual than he’d ever been told before. Pelle watched him with intent eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips when Øystein finally shook his head, telling him he didn’t need to be soft and sweet with him. 

“Then I won’t be, but you can take it. I’ll make sure you can,” Pelle assured him once he pulled away from the kiss. This time, Øystein nodded in agreement. He could take it. “Finish taking your clothes off for me. Then get on your hands and knees,” Pelle guided and leaned himself away enough to give Øystein the space to do so. 

It was obvious Øystein was more insecure about being nude in front of someone else, though it was unclear how much came from inexperience. Still, Øystein followed the instructions given and shivered when the air hit all of his bare skin, highly aware of the differences between their bodies. His skin was unmarred by scars, though he did have areas of acne in some spots and a few stretch marks that had turned white, but not yet disappeared. Pelle had already felt the curves of his hips, one thing Øystein was most self-conscious of, yet he had not seemed to mind them. If anything, it was quite the opposite. 

Øystein felt awkward as he turned himself over onto his hands and knees, knocking into Pelle by accident at one point. It was a bit difficult to find a comfortable position, but two hands found his hips and guided him around until he was as settled as he would ever be. 

The position was not like anything he’d experienced before, exposing him in a totally new way and letting some of his most sensitive spots be seen. He felt shame wash over him, ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Pelle settled in behind him and cold hands found his ass, spreading him open even more. He barely resisted the urge to try and close his legs, but he knew they’d just be forced back open anyway. 

“Perfect. I knew you’d be gorgeous like this,” Pelle praised and Øystein was grateful for this position because it meant Pelle couldn’t see the way Øystein’s face turned a light pink at the comment. “I’m surprised you’ve never been fucked. You’re certainly made for it,” He tacked on and shifted around a bit, hands changing position on his skin. Øystein wasn’t sure what was happening until he felt the first warm, wet press of Pelle’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Øystein hissed out through his teeth, surprised by the sudden contact. Yet again, he found himself thinking about how different things would be if Pelle was a normal lover. Anyone else would warn him before doing such a thing, likely would even ask his permission. But he found himself preferring Pelle’s methods, it was simply shocking. Nobody else had ever even touched him there, let alone like this. 

He’d heard about people doing this before, only ever whispered recounts of perverse things. The only tales he’d heard of it had come from someone who knew someone who had slept with some deviant who had licked them there. Now, he was that someone that someone knew and it was more unbelievable than he ever could have imagined. 

Pelle licked over every inch of his skin there, moving in steady up and down motions before switching them to left and right. Øystein would squirm every time he hit a particularly sensitive nerve, but he didn’t start fully reacting until Pelle stiffened his tongue just a tad and pressed it inside. It obviously didn’t go in as deeply as a finger or a cock might, but it felt even better than his fingers had. 

It was hot and slick enough to glide easily, none of the awkward harsh pressing he’d had to do to get his fingers inside. Pelle moved his tongue in ways Øystein didn’t even know was possible and it earned a moan that was far too loud. His nerves there were sensitive, but not in the way they had been once he’d finally withdrawn his fingers. This sensitivity didn’t make it painful, it didn't leave him red and sore. 

He barely even registered it when one of Pelle’s fingers slipped inside of him. It was a completely different experience than it had been with his own fingers. Pelle’s were very slick and went in easily, finding a more comfortable angle and sinking deeper. It moved and wiggled comfortably, encouraging his insides to part rather than forcing them to. All of a sudden, Pelle’s finger pressed differently and it felt as though Øystein had been electrocuted. 

He let out a high-pitched sound he would deny if Pelle ever brought it up. He wasn’t sure what had happened to himself, but he knew he wanted more of it. His body froze when he heard the television downstairs turn to silent and he knew his parents were listening for more of a disturbance, trying to see if something was happening that they needed to worry over. 

“Be quiet,” Pelle laughed as he pulled his mouth away from Øystein’s body. He kept moving his finger, adding a second one now and avoiding the spot that had made Øystein react so harshly. It was torturous, but Øystein was grateful for it. He doubted he could keep quiet well enough if Pelle hadn’t purposefully gone easier on him. “Don’t want them to hear, do you?” He asked and stretched Øystein out carefully. 

Luckily, the sounds of the television resumed a bit later, his parents seemingly satisfied that nothing was amiss. Pelle slid his fingers back against that spot almost as soon as the sounds had continued and Øystein bit his lip so hard it nearly bled to try to stay quiet. His thighs squirmed, but there was nowhere for him to escape to. His cock was fully hard by now and leaking against the bed, and he dreaded having to wash his own sheets tomorrow. 

“Does it feel good, liten kråka?” Pelle asked and Øystein could identify these words. They were close enough to his own and he wasn’t sure how he felt about being called a little crow, but his mind was focused elsewhere. He nodded because he didn’t trust his own voice now. “It’ll feel even better when it’s me fucking into you instead,” He added another finger and Øystein had a feeling this would be the last one he used. 

It was already more than Øystein had tried on himself, although he was beginning to wonder if he’d done something wrong. Fingering himself had not felt anything like this. Pelle stretched him slow and deep, letting this finger stay inside of him for less time than the others. Perhaps Pelle himself was growing impatient, that thought made Øystein smile. His insides clenched when Pelle’s fingers were removed, already feeling empty and longing for something to replace them. He knew something would. 

“Be quiet for me now. Once I start, I’m not stopping. I don’t care if they do hear,” Pelle warned and a person less experienced with him might call his bluff, but Øystein knew better. He knew Pelle would likely keep fucking him even if his parents were knocking on the door. Øystein pressed his arm beneath his mouth to try and keep himself quiet, letting out a small noise when he felt Pelle pressing against him. 

His cock felt a lot bigger than his fingers, the blunt head warm as it lined up. The push inside stretched him open a bit, but it was nothing like the pain he imagined he would feel. It burned slightly and the feeling was a little uncomfortable, mostly due to his body never experiencing anything like it. He’d never been so full before and now, it felt as though his organs might not even have enough room. 

Øystein breathed out a shaky whine, only stopping when Pelle was all the way inside. It was hard to get enough air into his lungs, feeling so overwhelmed by this. He considered the fact he was no longer a virgin for a moment and wondered if he should mourn the social concept. If he should care that he had given something “special” over to Pelle so easily. Before he could consider the impact of it too much, Pelle was beginning to pull out and press back inside in long movements. 

They were slow, deep thrusts that still allowed Øystein to get used to the feeling. Although, he was growing desperate and perhaps felt like he needed to prove something. He pulled his face free from his arms just enough to speak, trying to compose himself a bit. 

“Don’t hold back,” He encouraged and he could hear Pelle chuckling behind him. It was a sweeter noise, endeared and amused. Pelle’s body leaned in an awkward way, too long arms reaching down beside the bed and grabbing something. “What are you doing?” Øystein asked skeptically when he saw Pelle had grabbed his underwear off the floor, unsure of what was happening. 

“There’s no way you’re going to stay quiet,” Pelle told him and Øystein’s brain was going into overdrive. There was no possible way he was suggesting what Øystein thought he was, but the underwear was pressed in front of his face before he could protest. “Open,” He instructed, his words were even and didn’t leave any room to argue. So, Øystein didn’t. It was embarrassing, more embarrassing than anything else he’d ever done, but he opened his mouth and let Pelle press his own underwear into his mouth. 

He shoved the fabric deep, prodding with his fingers until it would be difficult to spit it out without the use of his hands. It nearly gagged Øystein, but he did his best to avoid that from happening. His teeth clenched around the fabric when Pelle began moving his hips once again. 

This time, Pelle didn’t hold back. He gave Øystein exactly what he’d asked for, gradually building the pace up and teasing him for just a moment. His hands wrapped tightly around Øystein’s hips, threatening to leave bruises along his delicate skin. It felt primal and desperate, and the makeshift gag only added to that feeling. As Pelle had anticipated, Øystein couldn’t help moaning the second Pelle truly started fucking into him. Although, he was definitely making more noise now than he would have before. 

He felt more comfortable making sounds now that he knew they’d be muffled. There was also the fact that it just felt so overwhelming for him, new and exciting. Pelle felt like he was pressing deep into Øystein’s stomach with every thrust, making Øystein’s body feel hot and tight. His teeth clenched down even tighter when Pelle’s angle changed and he was pushing against that spot from earlier. 

Øystein would have to have Pelle show him what was making him feel that way later, so he could find it on his own. Although, a major part of Øystein hoped that Pelle could do this for him again. Pelle was mostly quiet behind him, although he didn’t occasionally let out a moan or a shakier breath. His sounds were drowned out by Øystein’s own noises, but he still sounded perfect. 

“I want you to come for me,” Pelle whispered out, close to Øystein’s ear and making him shiver. He nodded the best he could and thought for a moment that Pelle wanted him to do it without being touched. A hand pressed down beneath Øystein’s body and wrapped around his cock a few seconds later, though. 

Pelle’s hands were soft and long, surprisingly talented as he touched Øystein. He wondered just how much experience Pelle had, but he was grateful for whatever had gotten him so skilled at this. Øystein let out a noise close to a wail and Pelle briefly worried that Øystein’s parents might hear him even through the gag, but as he warned earlier, he didn’t care enough to stop or slow down. He had a feeling that Øystein didn’t want him to either. 

Øystein fought to breathe through the gag and the noises that kept tearing their way from his chest, almost impossible to get a full breath in. His toes curled hard enough to cramp up, but he was pushed over the edge a moment later and pleasure overtook the pain. Pelle stroked him through it until it hurt before letting go of his cock, not stopping his own thrusts. 

Pelle panted like an animal against his ear as he got closer to the edge. It didn’t take much longer before he came too, spilling deep inside of Øystein and continued fucking it deeper into him. His thrusts slowed finally, after what had seemed like hours, and his breathing was still ragged. He was surprisingly aware, clean hand moving to pull the gag out of Øystein’s mouth. As he did, he heard Øystein choke on his own saliva and cough wetly for a few moments. 

“Are you okay?” Pelle asked and Øystein nodded, regaining his composure as his coughing fit died down. Long, clean fingers pressed into the back of Øystein’s hair, close to the roots at the top of his head. He wasn’t sure what Pelle was doing, but he mostly ignored it. His body was overwhelmed and Pelle was prone to doing odd things that Øystein didn’t quite understand. It was best to let it be. Shortly after, Pelle made a curious noise. 

“Øystein?” He hummed out and he could hear the grin in Pelle’s voice. He made a noise of acknowledgement. “You never told me you were a blonde,” And just like that, Pelle was once again back to his annoying self and he earned an elbow to the side for it. Although, it barely landed due to the angle and Pelle simply laughed at his efforts.

[monokerus]

Jag fucking unnar tvillingarna den här vinsten för det ÄR en bra låt och scenshowen är magisk men vafan hände med alla andra låga poäng?! Tack för idag Mello-Tumblr, vi ses igen till Eurovision då vi funderar över vad i hela helvete resten av kontinenten skickat. Nu drar jag iväg och sätter Effortless på repeat

[kathegoose]

800 grader (800 degrees) is such a mimic song for some reason to me. its so MIMIC

the chorus is just repeating "800 degrees, you can trust in me, you can trust in me" (it's a swedish song so in swedish it's "Åttahundra grader, Du kan lita på mig, du kan lita på mig")

its so mimic it literally just ends with the chorus being scream-sung over and over louder every time as more screaming is added to the background its so good

HOOO !! ! ! mimic!!!!!

i also have some NOT mimic songs that i have shamelessly mimicwashed, one of 'em is depeche mode's strangelove, if you really squint your eyes the lyrics match up!!!! ...actually i have talked about this to some fellas before let me whip out the pictures (under cut)

unsure if i have already tumblr mimic nation but WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pvffinsdaisies]

Some Sweden Headcanons

But I accidentally made them super autism related

Sweden has a severe case of selective mutism, he physically cannot talk to someone if he’s not friends with them. He just can’t find the words. As a general rule of thumb, he really only can speak freely around the other Nordics or the Baltics. Of course, there are exceptions. But Finland would have to do most of the chatting if they run into like Italy or smth.

Sweden holds a lot of resentment towards himself as to how he acted in the past. He feels it completely goes against his current day morals and how he would like to be perceived. He’s keen to try and build himself a “neutral” reputation like switzerland has done, but at the end of the day he is still a bit too opinionated on certain things.

even though Sweden is a very independent person, in social situations he tends to just stick beside Finland or Norway like glue, following them and looming behind them. The pair of them try to remain as understand as they can, but sometimes it can be frustrating if they want to chat privately with someone but they can’t get away from Sweden for 5 minutes.

due to his height, his muscles, and his sensory issues, sweden has a very limited wardrobe. If he finds something, he’ll get it again in another colour, because it’s just easier and safer than trying to experiment with other stuff. So his style is very classic & timeless, and it often just feels as though he rewears the exact same outfit over and over again. But, if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.

Sweden always has to be doing something, he always has to set himself some type of task. If it’s spring-summer he has to be fixing up the garden, and if it’s winter he has to find some new home renovation to get started on. He always overworks himself and tires himself out.

he’s your typical Germanic in the sense that he needs a schedule to live. He always wakes up at a specific time, he eats at specific times, the routine just brings him a sort of comfort at this point. If you want to do anything with Sweden, it is imperative that you let him know in advance so he can figure out how to work it into his schedule.

he isn’t as lost with technology as people think he is! He enjoys gaming, but really only the more “boring” games, he enjoys building on the sims or on Minecraft especially.

music is so important to him. Putting on his music with noise cancelling headphones is one of his go to ways to calm himself down when overstimulated. He often stims by listening to the exact same song on repeat over and over again all day. He needs music in his life.

Sweden’s comfort show is Allsång På Skansen. Compared to some of the other Nordics, Sweden really only prefers light hearted and easy to watch media. He watches a lot of silly romcoms, light hearted musicals like mamma mia or even childrens shows and books. Luckily, he can use ladonia and Sealand as an excuse.

although he doesn’t care much for actively practicing, Sweden still identifies as a Christian.

berries are Sweden’s comfort food. He always loves berries. This extents to jams, smoothies and ciders. He will have either actual berries or jam on every meal he possibly can.

Sweden is a more recent-turned vegan. He’s probably been wanting to convert for ages, but he’s always been nervous considering how picky of an eater he can be. He worked to slowly introduce more and more vegan options into his diet for ages before he felt safe to fully convert.

deep down, I don’t think Sweden is fully sure of who he actually is? He has his obvious morals and his hobbies that are undeniable. But he can spend so much time worrying about how to come across as more approachable, how to mold himself so that he can make friends more easily, How should he be correctly moving his face or placing his body to clearly show his feelings. How to make himself be likeable. How to be the perfect person to represent his people, how to be the perfect friend to everyone, how to be the perfect, perfect person. And he hates to admit it, but the only person he doesn’t feel any of this pressure around is Denmark. And maybe Sweden doesn’t even realise that’s the case.

[iambountyfan]

ionnalee; luminary rainbows added to Spotify's på repeat playlist! 🇸🇪

🔗 open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1DX5kDBvo2N2to

[soelvfisk]

Jeg ved godt at man kan række ud. Jeg forsøgte at ringe til livslinien lige før. Fordi jeg kan mærke at jeg er ved at blive mega ked af det. Verden føles ikke som min, men Stenens. Stenens branche. Stenens venner. Stenens by. Stenens vilje. Og jeg ved godt at det ikke er sandt, at det er ekkoet af psykisk vold. Jeg må gerne være her. Men jeg føler at jeg har overstayed my welcome. Og jeg kan ikke tale med livslinien. Jeg har veninder hvis veninder arbejder for livslinien og jeg har siddet og drukket øl med dem helt “civilt”. Føler ikke jeg må ringe ind, fordi jeg ved det er deres arbejdsplads jeg ringer til. Selvom det er anonymt. Så jeg slutter opkaldet inden nogen når at tage røret. Jeg kan ikke. Føler mig dum over at så små konfrontationer kan få mig helt herud.

Må bare erkende sandheden. Jeg kan ikke kende folk der kender Stenen. Jeg går i panik over hvor nemt det er for dem at vride en kniv, jeg ikke troede sad i brystet af mig længere. Jeg vil ikke eksponeres for ting der trigger min ptsd og gambler med mit helbred på denne måde. Og stakkels venner der ikke aner, at det er den effekt det har på mig. Jeg kan godt forstå at jeg virker skør. Jeg har været skør i over et år. Men det overvælder mig. At alt jeg kan gøre i verden, for evigt vil være nemmere at undvære. Skal kæmpe imod hendes ord. Gid hun havde slået mig istedet. Men FUCKING ORD. Det heler ikke. Det kører på repeat. Ubeviseligt. Giver mig lyst til at slå mig selv. Giver mig lyst til at gøre alt imod mig selv. Og folk siger “giv slip på det”, men det føles umuligt. Fordi jeg ikke føler mig berettiget til at give slip selvstændigt. Har det smadret. Tror jeg skal prøve at sove lidt. Måske slette apps igen. Måske to år mere med stilhed kan hele noget. Jeg vil gerne glemmes, så jeg aldrig igen skal kigges på af skeptiske øjne. Orker ikke en fremtid. Alt herfra bliver en reaktion på noget jeg vil glemme. Og hvordan kan jeg så glemme det.

[greaseonmymouth]

tagging games

hokay so I've been tagged in a bunch of these over the past few months weeks, by different people, so let's have some memetic fun

1. fanfic writer's bingo

I was tagged by @mslanna !

well, i did get one bingo! I have never commissioned fanart but I have received it. i debated whether to tick off that last square - 'wants to be a professional writer some day' because eh, i could take that or leave it? i do write original fiction and i have at times dreamt about getting it published, but also, i don't actually care. i write because i enjoy writing and getting paid for it i think is highly likely to make me hate it, so.

2. get to know you better game

I was tagged by @love-lays-bleeding !

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

last song i listened to: Danser Med Drenge - Alt for at beholde dig. it's on my Carl x Assad playlist but also Danser Med Drenge are just genuinely enjoyable in general

currently watching: 9-1-1, Grey's Anatomy, and Station 19. clawing at my face waiting for new episodes for all three shows. aside from that, nothing really, though I think I'll watch Dead Boy Detectives when it drops

currently obsessed with: 9-1-1, Afdeling Q.

3. nine people to get to know better

I was tagged by @foxesonstilts ! some repeat questions, but we'll manage.

last song: TV-2 - De første kærester på månen. this is also on my Carl x Assad playlist which makes no fucking sense because this is a song about teenagers in love and first heartbreak HOWEVER it is a banger and when spotify queued it up after my playlist finished, I was like, you know what, I'll just put it on the list.

favourite colour: considering how many blue items i own it must be blue. honestly though i love a lot of colours and am also partial to green, yellow, orange, pink, red, purple

currently watching: see above

sweet/savoury/spicy: all of them? they each have their time and place but most of all they belong in my mouth

relationship status: single and not willing to mingle

current obsession: finding a pair of hiking boots/shoes. i had ordered a pair THREE WEEKS AGO but UPS lost my parcel so i finally got refunded today but i'm leaving on holiday in less than a week and i still need fucking hiking shoes and i'm losing my mind

last thing you searched: "outdoor sport store london"

4. 20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @palavapeite !

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

117 on my main, but not all of them are fics and not all of the fics are written by me, or just me (some are fanbinding posts, some are fanart, some are collaborative works). including my other two accounts, we're talking 224 works in total.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

on my main, 867,037 words, but that includes about 120k not written by me.

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

currently: Afdeling Q, BBC Shetland. though for the latest yuletide I went back to Volstovic Cycle for a stint and i wrote my first ever Ocean's 11 fic after years and years of only reading.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

that's 4 Harry Potter fics plus one Avengers/Batman crossover I wrote in 2012 on a whim after seeing the Dark Knight Rises and which became unexpectedly popular for a bit. I still love that fic though:

How to become a superhero and gain a family (minus the picket fence) - 7k, Tony Stark & Bruce Wayne, Steve/Tony. 2,758 kudos

the HP fics are:

Don't Blame Me (It Was All a Blur Last Night) - H/D, 7,468 kudos I'll Tell You a Secret (Just Don't Tell) - H/D, 5,209 kudos Here Now, Gone Yesterday (or Back to the Future) - R/S, T/J, 3,078 kudos Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) - H/D, 2,607 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes, usually. I stopped responding to comments on my HP fic a while ago because I couldn't summon the energy to engage with them, and more recently I turned off all comments for HP fic so that I wouldn't have to bother at all. I'm glad people are still able to enjoy these fics, but I need some distance.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I've written some dark fic in the past and I think what comes closest is this old thing I wrote for HP nextgendarkfest back in like 2011, in which some of the nextgen characters (including Harry's sons) were criminals who staged their own murders to cover up a heist they did but it implies that Harry was on to them, nearly caught them in the act, and was devastated about it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

almost all of them??? most of what I write has a happy ending because I want happy endings, damn it. if by happiest you mean 'least complicated' or 'unadulterated joyful' or something like that, then maybe...I don't know, god, I could name at least 50 fics like that just off the top of my head.

You know what, let's do the most recent one:

Et Afdeling Q Julemysterie - this is pure fluff and happy ending and it makes me smile like a fool in love, so.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

not in a while - I used to get some nasty comments on this one old HP fic that had a nextgen teenage character working out his sexuality, and some people took offense at the character being asexual/not being asexual enough/turning out to not be asexual in the end. like, make up your mind about what the problem is at least? I also got nasty comments on another HP fic which featured aromantic polyamorous Harry in a V relationship with Ginny and Draco (and Ginny herself was in a V relationship with Harry and Blaise) for various reasons, including but not limited to people not understanding that one can in fact be both polyamorous and aromantic at one and the same time. by the time i posted the everybody is trans HP fic I was anticipating nasty comments so I turned comment moderation on for that fic.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes. in the past I would include it (and hate writing it) because I thought you had to, but these days I only write it when I feel like it. more often than not it's some kind of character moment rather than a horny thing, though I do usually try to approach the smut writing from the angle of 'what would this character enjoy about having sex with this other character? what are their focus points? what are they horny for? what are their coherence levels? what are their sensitivities? how well do they know their own body? their partner's body? how do they communicate? etc. etc.' you'd think that leads to some very unsexy smut writing but if i'm honest i think those bits of writing actually wound up being both the horniest writing i've ever done AND the most true to character (according to my interpretation of the characters anyway).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

a few - crossovers don't hold a lot of appeal for me in general, so when I've done crossovers there's usually been a 'what if?' spark that set if off.

aforementioned how to become a superhero fic, Avengers/Batman crossover, in which Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne are longtime friends.

it's pure filth that i hide (time for genocide) - Volstovic Cycle/Pacific Rim crossover (or possibly just fusion?). Volstovic Cycle characters pilot jaegers and fight kaijus, no pacrim characters appear.

Dragons - Volstovic Cycle/Harry Potter crossover (...or...fusion?) I can never remember the difference between crossovers and fusions. Harry Potter characters ride dragons á la Volstovic Cycle, no Volstovic Cycle characters appear.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! the full list of translations (and podfics) of my fics is here. I've had fics translated into Russian and German.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes. @palavapeite mentioned this but we co-wrote an absolute deranged behemoth of a 'social media' fic (really, it was a 'livejournal' fic, but same difference) back in like 2008/2009 and it was honest to god some of the best fun I've ever had writing something and also, it was a work of ART.

I have since participated in fests like big bangs and reverse big bangs where I've written or made art, which is not quite the same as co-writing. I once ran a collab fest where I co-created a comic with three friends, which we cowrote and each drew various bits for, which was a lot of fun. and! with @gkkri we co-wrote (and illustrated) a R/S fic (but really it was a Sirius & Regulus fic in R/S disguise) back in 2017 as our last hurrah to the Remus/Sirius fandom as we were both feeling like we hadn't anything left to say for this ship and let me tell you, that co-writing process was like a dream and I'm still really proud of what we made.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? 

I don't have one??? I'm a multifandom person, I enjoy a LOT of ships for various reasons and I don't think I have an all time favourite? some ships I cycle back to over time and some ships I never even write for, just read a shitton for. like I enjoy Steve/Tony still even though I haven't written any fic for them in over a decade? and I mean, despite my misgivings about JKR and general HP fatigue, I will never not love Remus/Sirius. and so on and so forth. the beauty of fandom is that there are so many great characters and dynamics out there to love

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

er, wellllllll there's this one Matt/Foggy wip languishing in my gdocs drive that I'm not convinced I will ever finish, but I really want to. I'll cycle back to it eventually probably. I also have this one Space AU for Caius/Al that I have officially abandoned, but I still think about it!! and yet!! that wip is probably approaching a decade old at this point. I don't know man.

I only have one active fanfic wip atm and that is my current Afdeling Q wip and I WILL finish it, I swear to everything that is beautiful in this world.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have a lot of strengths and I'm not too humble to admit it, but I think my number one strength these days is that I Do Not Care what other people think anymore, I will write whatever I damn well please, the way I want to. if other people like it: great! if they don't: okay!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plot sjkdgkfljsgd especially of the crime solving variety. I will never ever be a crime fiction writer. I'm also not great with action-type of plots because....well, I like reading plotty stuff but when I'm writing? I don't care, I just care about my characters and their dynamics and arcs and development and I will hang it on the thinnest scaffolding possible I can get away with to make the story go.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

the kind of another-language-dialogue i see in fic most often seems to be weirdly pointless or out of character, just dropped in (usually by a monolingual English speaker) who thinks it adds flavour to the character, when really, that character has never once in canon slipped into their other language in dialogue. because, well, most multilingual people don't? speaking as a multilingual person I'm far more likely to say something like 'shit what is that called in English' than just say the word in Danish. i mean, tell me you don't understand codeswitching without telling me you don't understand codeswitching.

as a counterpoint to this actually i read a Buck/Eddie fic the other day where Eddie had lines in Spanish, and that I had no issue with because a) he speaks Spanish in the canon b) with his family 3) who also speak Spanish. in the fic he spoke Spanish with his family, who also had lines in Spanish. that author did kindly provide translations but tbh I didn't check the translations because the other thing about this fic was, it was clear from context what was being said without the translations because the dialogue followed canon-levels in this regard.

generally though, my preference would be for the tried and tested "A line of dialogue here," said character A, in Language. "The dialogue continues." it gets the point across.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

band RPF. before that I was writing fanfiction without knowing it was fanfiction or what fandom was, for stuff that Didn't End The Way I Wanted It To or similar. but first actual fandom writing? band RPF. it's backed up on a secondary ao3 account now, but this shit was first posted on forums and livejournal a billion years ago.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

listen. 224 fics written (that I know of, because the heavens only know what's been lost to the sands of time at this point) and you want me to pick ONE favourite? absolutely fucking not. also, recency bias is a thing.

i don't know man. let me pick at random:

Of Gilded Wallpaper and Meddling Dragons - Temeraire, 5,068 words

No Archive Warnings Apply, William Laurence/Tenzing Tharkay, William Laurence, Tenzing Tharkay, Temeraire, John Granby, Iskierka Augustine Little, Romance, Fluff and Humor, dragons being dragons, bisexual awakening, agony aunt!granby, an excessive amount of gilded wallpaper, laurence blames the weather for his being hot and bothered, Laurence POV, tharkay brings sexy back 

Summary: Laurence and Temeraire have been living with Tharkay for a scant two weeks when Laurence sends Granby a letter that essentially boils down to hi John how did you know you're gay also plz help I am in trouble.

5. animal crossing picrew

I was tagged by @dejlige-dage !

i have never played animal crossing but this was fun

i am tagging: YOU. if you've read this, you're tagged.

[pagegirlintraining]

Fic writing challenge - music edition!

Thank you to @enjoythesilentworld @nerdyfangirl76 and @hergrandplan for the tag. This is such a fun idea 🥹

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and let your followers pick their favorite of the 10 first songs WITH A CATCH!! You must write a five sentence fic (or drabble if needed) inspired by that song and / or containing a lyric!

I’m pretty late to the game so lots of people have probably already done this. Nevertheless I’ll tag @bigalockwood @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @gulliblelemon and @unfortunate17 just in case you haven’t done it yet.

[knappharvel]

Å då var vi igång med julmusiken!

[greatwyrmgold]

The other day, I rewatched Who Wrote Caramelldansen? That made me wonder what the original caramelldansen was.

Not the song, you can find that on YouTube. I mean the dance which originally accompanied it. "Caramelldansen" means either "candy dance" or "Caramell (band) dance," and either interpretation implies an accompanying dance.

The lyrics give some hints:

Armarna upp ("arms up")

Så rör på era fötter och vicka era höfter ("So move your feet and shake your hips")

Klappa era händer ("Clap your hands")

Ta några steg åt vänster ("Take a few steps to the left")

Nu tar vi stegen om igen ("Let's take the steps again")

(Translation courtest of this website, whose contributers didn't even TRY to format the English and Swedish lyrics the same.)

This is pretty vague, but it definitely doesn't fit the dance now associated with "Caramelldansen," which I will call the Popotandansen. That dance requires you to shake your hips and hold your hands up (good) without clapping (bad), and doesn't involve any foot movements (also bad). So we can't pretend that the Popotandansen was designed with "Caramelldansen" in mind.

So what do we know about the Caramell (band) Dance? Hold your arms up and clap, shake your hips, move your feet, presumably by taking a few steps to the left. Then repeat. That surely can't be all?

According to my research, it doesn't seem like Caramell released any "Caramelldansen" music videos we could consult. Someone suggested that they might have performed the Caramell (band) Dance at a live show, but the only videos I could find show the Popotandansen, not the original Caramell (band) Dance.

I shouldn't care this much about the dance originally performed by a semi-obscure Swedish pop group, but the fact that I can't find anything about that group is driving me nuts. jan Misali remarked on how much "Caramelldansen"-related lost media there is; is the actual dance the song is named for another example??