#this is so so good

[typewriter-worries]

[doctor-disc0]

This is a weird thought just going off names sounding similar, but do you think Marvel's Laussa could be a form of Lussi, the Swedish Christmas Witch that got folded into the tradition of Saint Lucia? This is a folklore rabbit hole, but basically, with the advent of Christianity, Odin was demoted into the King Herla/Herne the Hunter/The Eternal Huntsman in his role as leader of the Wild Hunt, and then eventually folded into traditions about Saint Nicholas to form the composite Santa Claus or Father Christmas figure. Meanwhile, his wife Frigg was demoted into the Wild Huntswoman Frau Holle/Berchta/Frau Gaude, who also served as Christmas or Epiphany Auntie, handing out gifts to children who behaved well and obeyed the taboos of the season, but savagely punishing those who didn't, and in at least the first part, she had her image cleaned up and folded into Mrs. Claus. Lussi is a Swedish Christmas Witch who warned people to uphold the season's taboos, and her followers, played by local young men during celebrations, would play pranks as they went caroling door to door. She was folded into St. Lucia, who serves as part of Sweden's winter celebrations. So if Marvel or just the fandom wanted to take the folklore route, going by the logic that Lussi was incorporated as a part of Father Christmas and Frau Berchta's holiday "family", Laussa could easily step into her role and incorporate aspects of her lore as the daughter of Odin and Freyja/Frigg. After all, Laussa is already associated with fire and light via her connection to Surtr.

Holy shit this is so good. I have no idea if Laussa is actually based on Lussi, but I really like this, so I'm adopting this headcanon now. Also, in my head, Laussa is already a bit of a mischievous scamp, so, at least with the whole playing pranks bit, this fits really well with my own headcanons (in addition to the light connection).

[skloomdumpster]

Summary:

Three years after she vanished, Bloom returns from the Realm of Darkness. Riven, Sky and the rest of the Winx Suite have been fighting the good fight but they're tired, bitter and exhausted. Riven and Sky have begun a clandestine relationship during this time. Sky and Bloom reunite but there's tension between them, and Riven is determined to fix it by whatever means possible, whatever the consequences.

Written by @amchara, go show her some love

ARE YOU PEOPLE AWARE THERE’S A RIVEN/SKY/BLOOM FIC IN AO3 AND ITS BEAUTIFUL AND PAINFUL AND MESSY??

you are now. 

[msookyspooky]

"I already lost Sidney, I can't lose you!" Like he said in Sequels Suck.

:)

since people seemed to love my two other angsty blurbs, here is another one ft. Dad!Randy 😌

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Gale, with her hands up says, "can I just say one last thing?"

Jill scuffs. "Like what? Please?"

She shakes her head, smirking once she realizes that you were charging up the shock pads. "Clear."

"Clear?"

"Clear!" You put the shock pads right to her head and she drops like a sack a bricks. "You forgot the one thing about remakes, Jill. Don't fuck with the original."

You put the shock pads onto the table and help Gale and Judy up. Just then, Dewey and Randy come running in, a look of terror and shock across there faces.

"We thought you needed..." Randy trails off.

"Help? We got it. Thanks." You smile at him.

A week later, you and Gale were allowed to leave the hospital. She and Dewey left, going to pack up and going to move to New york. And you were packing to leave also. Before you left, you wanted to say good-bye to Randy and his daughter, Clara.

Randy walks in with you and Clara says, "did you bring auntie y/n?!"

"Why don't you hug her and find out?!"

She yells out of excitement and runs to give you a hug. You laugh as you pick her up and spin her around before putting her back down.

Once Clara was settled down and playing with her toys, you and Randy sit on the couch.

"You're really leaving?"

You nod sadly. "Yeah. This feels like the last time, you know."

"Oh, you just jinxed it!" He laughs.

You roll your eyes. "Still immature I see. But seriously, this feels like the last time we'll have to deal with this. I think it's finally over."

"So why don't you move back to Woodsboro then?"

You immediately shake your head. "I'll pass. Too many memories."

"Clara would miss her aunt. And I know I would miss you. Dewey and even Gale would miss you!

You scuff. "Clara and Dewey? Yes. Gale? Maybe. But you? We both know that's a lie."

"I would!"

You let out a laugh. "Sure. You got a life here. A good job, a kid, an amazing home, you aren't going to miss me."

You ignore the tighting in your throat. You knew Randy though it's true but you also knew deep down it wasn't. The only thing connecting you with Gale, Dewey, and Ray was the trauma and now that it was over, you would go your separate ways and never talk to each other again. I mean 10 years had passed since Roman and after that you became a hermit again and hardly ever talked to Dewey and Ray. Coming back to Woodsboro was the first time you saw Dewey and Randy in person and Gale not on t.v.

You felt as though if you could go back in time you would. Killing Billy and Stu on the spot or turning them in, save Derek, Mark and Sid's dad, maybe give dating another try. But it was now over and you were going back to being a hermit.

Even though being a hermit wasn't exactly healthy, Billy and Stu were still out there and there was always a possibility of another idiot putting on the ghostface mask and trying to get famous.

You, by all accounts, were a damaged woman and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you didn't deserve any happiness. You tried to save Billy and Stu, causing Sid to get killed and Randy to hate you, you didn't turn them in when you learned they were still alive, you lost track of how many people got killed because of idiots trying to copy Billy and Stu and how many lies you had to tell. Not to mention the people you indirectly hurt.

It got tiring after so many years of going threw this and you figured it was better to just not have hope at a normal live because you knew it wouldn't be possible.

[sweetmiri-thoughts]

this is amazing…

Mithrun

Song: 4:00 A.M. by Taeko Onuki

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[gorgo4ne]

"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."

Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[bizarrebazaar13]

what if your doppelgänger wasn’t evil it was just a person. what if your doppelgänger wasn’t trying to replace you it was just trying to learn to be a person and you were the best model it had. what if your doppelgänger looked at you with your eyes and said with your voice that it just wanted to be loved. what then.

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[yourmajestybee]

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[phantom-clock]

Dude this is actually so perfect and exactly hat i meant oh my god i love it

I know people really like disheveled Odysseus but like, wouldn't it be worse if during his stay at calypso's island he's the most cleaned up and groomed he's ever been during his voyage. His hair is long and silky smooth, his beard is trimmed, his clothes are pristine and hang nicely from his body. Calypso treats him like a prized possession, and how could she possibly let it (her pet? her toy?) get unkempt and scruffy? Idk something about him having a complete lack of agency and no choice in even the way he looks and his stay in a supposed paradise reflecting on his person

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[ilona-mushroom]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

[cronchy-baguette]

caitlyn's garden of violets