The-Chieftans

Last night were many fun events revolving around the Midsummer Festival, and one was held in the Barrens at the Cross Roads. I had a very good time there, and I look forward to it again tonight! Some highlights were the ugly…out fit content? The race, the petting zoo and the parade of animals.

Here is every one getting ready for the parade of animals with my good friend Chieftan Raton of the Wolfmane Tribe and my wolf Dustpaw. It is also me finding out that the animal parade is not at all what I thought it was….

We were actually turned into creatures! The druids gave us a blessing , and we were able to be those animals for a short period of time. I am truly honored to receive the blessing of Malorne. Look at me…I am a deer.

And thank you once again, to the kind tauren with hands who was able to snap a photo of this moment! Raatow I believe his name was. I am still so amazed I got to experience that…

I cannot wait to see what tonight has in store, see everyone there at the Crossroads tonight!

Norse Gods (And Other Deities) List

Having seen various incorrect, incomplete and inaccurate lists of Norse gods circulating Tumblr, I have decided to write my own and also include common terminology alongside. I will also include other beings who exist within the old lore and modern traditions.

I have opted to include the names in Norwegian, with translations in parenthesise after, along with a brief summary of some of the associations given to some of those gods. Be aware that, as an overview, brevity is necessary here and the individuals should not be oversimplified to basic aspects in your practice!

Æser (Æsir, Male Gods)

  • Balder (Baldr, Baldur) - Light, purity, rebirth
  • Brage (Bragi) - Poetry, eloquence, wisdom and music
  • Delling (Dellingr) - The new day, dawn
  • Forsete (Forseti) - Justice and reconciliation
  • Frøy (Freyr) - Vaner, virility, fertility, the sacred religious position of royalty, prosperity, good weather and sunshine
  • Heimdall (Heimdallr) - The senses, premonition or foreknowledge
  • Hermod (Hermóðr) - Bravery, spirit, possibly a former mortal hero/king elevated to the Æsir
  • Hjuke (Hjúki) - Man, lunar activity, lunar phases, moon craters, brother of Bil (the Scandinavian children in the moon)
  • Hod (Höðr, Hodr) - The blind god, darkness, rebirth, second chances
  • Høne (Hænir, Hœnir) - Survival, sense/spirit, beauty,
  • Lodur (Lóðurr) - Blood, warmth, life, 
  • Loke (Loki) - Change, creativity, ambiguity, impulsiveness
  • Lyter (Lýtir) - Premonition, foresight, prediction, prophecy
  • Magne (Magni) - Strength, development, son of Tor
  • Meile - Son of Odin, brother of Tor
  • Mime (Mímir) - Wisdom, knowledge, memory, advice
  • Måne (Máni) - The moon, the night sky
  • Njord (Njörðr) - Vaner, the sea, harbours, ports, seafaring, wind, fishing, wealth/prosperity, and crop fertility
  • Od (Óðr) - Madness, fury, eagerness, excitement
  • Odin (Óðinn) - Father, war, battle, victory, death, wisdom, runes, magic, poetry, charms
  • Tor (Þórr, Thor) - Thunder, lightning, storms, rain, strength, protection, hallowing, healing, fertility
  • Ty (Týr, Tyr) - Law, sacrifice, heroism, glory, war
  • Ull (Ullr) - Skiing, archery, hunting, weapons, shields, personal combat, oaths
  • Vidar (Víðarr) - Vengeance, atonement, preparation, survival, silence
  • Vilje (Vili) - Will, willpower, moderation, the middle, wit, intelligence, touch, sense, motion
  • Ve (Vé) - Countenance, appearance, facial expression, speech, hearing, sight
  • Våle (Váli) - Revenge, bravery, daring, marksmanship, survival, rebirth

Åsynjer (Ásynjur, Female Gods)

  • Bil - Woman, lunar activity, phases of the moon, sister of Hjuke (the Scandinavian children in the moon)
  • Eir - Help, healing, protection, mercy, grace, calm
  • Fjorgyn/Jord (Fjörgyn/Jörð) - Earth, the world, nature, greenery
  • Frigg - Mother, love, fate, prophecy, marriage, birth, midwifery
  • Frøya (Freyja) - Vaner, fertility, love, passion, sex, sexuality, beauty, fertility, gold, magic, war, death
  • Fulla - domesticity, cleaning, housekeeping, listening, confidant, secrecy
  • Gersemi - Precious, beauty, blonde hair
  • Gjevjon (Gefjun) - Virginity, plowing, female independence 
  • Gnå (Gná) - Messenger, errands, crossing planes of existence, travel through land, air and water
  • Hnoss - Treasure, beauty, brunette hair
  • Idunn (Iðunn) - Youth, vigour, apples, love
  • Ilm - Fragrance, aroma, smells
  • Irpa - Guardian goddess, Hålogaland
  • Lin (Hlín) - Weddings, domestic sphere, flax, onion, fabrics
  • Lovn (Lofn) - Benevolence, kindness, gentleness, consolation
  • Nanna - Loyalty, empathy
  • Njorun - Soil, the land
  • Rind (Rindr) - Princess/goddess/giantess, mother of Våle from the East
  • Rån (Rán) - Sea, protection from drowning, fishing
  • Sigyn - Loyalty, burden, sadness
  • Siv (Sif) - Fields, wheat, fertility, family, wedlock
  • Sjavn (Sjöfn) - Love, sex, desire
  • Snotra - Wisdom, intelligence, cleverness, appropriate conduct
  • Sol (Sól) - The sun, warmth, daylight
  • Syn - Refusal, denial, speaking out, legal defence
  • Såga (Sága) - Seeress, all-seeing, companionship, drinking partner
  • Torgerd Hølgebrud (Þorgerðr Holgabrúðr) - Guardian goddess, Hålogaland, heathen shrines
  • Var (Vör) - Honesty, awareness, caution, carefulness
  • Vår (Vár) - Oaths (and punishing oath breakers), pledges, agreements, betrothal

Jotner (Jötnar, Elemental Giants)

  • Aurvandil - Star, planet, Orion & Big Dipper constellations
  • Bauge (Baugi) - Farmer, money, wages
  • Dag (Dagr) - Day, light, rides Skinfakse
  • Fornjot (Fornjótr) - Ancient giant, ancestor, original, owner
  • Frosti (Jökull) - Cold, winter, frost, ice, icicles, glaciers
  • Fårbaute (Fárbauti) - Hitting, striking, cruelty, danger, violence
  • Geirrød (Geirröd) - Entrapment, cruelty, aggression, violence
  • Gyme - Hills, Mounds
  • Helblinde (Helblindi) - “Hel Blinder”, “All Blind”
  • Hyme (Hymir) - Brewing, cauldron, thick skull
  • Kåre (Kári) - Wind, scathe, howl, sails
  • Loke (Loki) - Change, creativity, ambiguity, impulsiveness
  • Loge (Logi) - Fire, wildfire, 
  • Mime (Mímir) - Knowledge, wisdom, memory, counsel, Mimes Brønn (Mímisbrunnr)
  • Mokkurkalve - Clay, life, innocence, childishness
  • Norve (Narfi) - Narrow, oppressive, closed in, difficult birth
  • Rungne (Hrungnir) - Strength, brawling, fighting, whetstone
  • Snø (Snær) - Snow
  • Surt (Surtr) - Fire, heat, burning, blackness
  • Suttung (Suttungr) - Mead of poetry, orphaned, eagle
  • Tjaste (Þjazi, Thiazi) - Abduction of Idunn
  • Torre (Þorri, Thorri) - Black ice, frost, cold, winter
  • Trym (Þrymr, Thrymr) - Uproar, King of Jotner, 
  • Vale (Vali) - Unlucky, wolf, murdered his brother Norve
  • Vavtrudne (Vafþrúðnir) - Riddles, weaver of tales
  • Utgards-Loke (Útgarða-Loki) - The outer places, magic, illusion, beyond society, an alternate plane
  • Yme (Ymir) - The big bang, primordial, birth, the ancestor of all, elemental
  • Æge (Ægir) - Sea, ocean, sea creatures, protector of sailors

Gygrer (Gýgr, Elemental Giantess)

  • Angerboda (Angrboða) - Grief bringer, sorrow, Iron Wood
  • Aurboda ( Aurboða) - Gravel, mountains
  • Bestla - Mother to Odin, Vilje and Ve.
  • Driva (Drífa) - Snowfall
  • Fonn - Snowdrift
  • Gerd (Gerðr) - Beauty, light, fertility, earth
  • Grid (Gríðr) - Greed, vehemence, violence, impetuosity
  • Hel - Death, Helheim (the underworld), Náströnd (“Corpse Shore”)
  • Hyrrokkin - Fire smoked, smoke, strength, wolves, serpents
  • Jernsaksa (Járnsaxa) - Iron knife, mother to Magne
  • Lauvøy (Laufey) - Needle, slender, weak
  • Menglød (Menglöð) - Lives in a castle guarded by Fjölsviðr
  • Mjoll (Mjöll) - Powdered snow
  • Natt (Nótt) - Night, darkness, nightfall, counting time, rides Rimfakse
  • Skade (Skaði) - Damage, archery, hunting, skiing, winter, mountains

Vetter (Vættir, Beings) & Other

  • Alver (Elves) - Light/Dark/Black, personification of nature
  • Andvare (Andvari) - Dwarf, “careful one”, waterfall, fish, wealth, magic ring called Andvaranaut
  • Ask og Embla - The first humans, ancestors of humanity
  • Diser (Dísir) - Female protective deities/spirits, fate
  • Dverger (Dvergar) - Dwarfs, metallurgy, wisdom, smithing, mining, crafting
  • Einherjer (Einherjar) - Honoured dead, fallen in battle, sent to Folkvang or Valhalla
  • Fenrisulven (Fenrisúlfr) - Death, destruction, rage, the end of times, fen-dweller
  • Fjolne (Fjölnir) - Swedish king, Vaner, son of Frøy and Gerd
  • Gullveig/Heid (Heiðr) - Volva, seid, enigmatic, “Lust For Gold” or “Golden Drink”
  • Kvase (Kvasir) - Wisdom, knowledge, skaldship, poetry, mead, blood, juice
  • Midgardsormen (Jörmungandr, Midgard Serpent) - Sea serpent, poison, self-reflexivity, cyclicality
  • Norner (Norns) - Weavers of fate, Wyrd, destiny, birth, death
  • Sigurd Fåvnesbane - Stag, hero, wisdom, prophecy, speak to birds
  • Starkad (Starkaðr) - Jotun, hero, great warrior, many arms cut off by Tor
  • Troll - Isolated natural landmarks, strength, slow, dim witted, 
  • Valkyrjer (Valkyries) - Choosers of the slain, Odin’s maids, spirits, ferocity, death, ravens, wolves
  • Vanlande (Vanlandi) - Hero, Swedish king, Vaner, “Man from the land of the Vaner”, 
  • Vedfinn (Viðfinnr) - Father of Hjuke and Bil
  • Vetter (Vættir) - landvette, skogsvette, husvette, vannvette, sjøvette, havvette, hulder, nøkken, draugen, nisse, troll, huldrefolk, deildegasten, dradokke, trollkatt, basilisk, krake, utburd, lyktemenn, varulv, marmæl, lindorm
  • Volund (Völundr) - Blacksmith, magical powers, sword maker, hero, alvedrotten (Chieftan of elves)

Portrait of Pare Watene of Ngāti Maru in 1878, by Gottfried Lindauer.  Her chiefly status is confirmed by the rare huia feathers in her hair and the Pounamu Meré (Jade hand-axe) in her hand.  The Meré is a traditional close-combat one-handed weapon, and is a symbol of chieftanship.  She is also shown wearing a Hei-tiki, an ornamental pendant which is typically made of Pounamu.  Hei-tiki are considered taonga (treasures).

Moana’s been chieftan for ten long summers before she starts to notice that she has no wrinkles. That her body never sags. That her body refuses to give her a child. She takes a wife and they raise a daughter to keep away the questions. The times are plentiful and the people are happy, they never ask why their chieftan spends her days out on the water, skirting the island, riding waves till long after the sun has set.

After thirty good summers Moana’s daughter places her stone on the mountain top and lifts the island higher. She’s never been more proud but her feet itch all day to have the water under her. She looks as ahe has always looked, the mother of her daughter has grey hair. She flees in the night, out onto the ocean, having waited far too long. She seeks answers from the only man she knows who might have them.

Maui hasn’t changed, apart from a few new tattoos. He’s living on the rock she found him on, a happy man, his hook by the shoreline for all to see. His face lights up when he sees her sails, but falls when he sees her. He never wanted this, she knows. He’s sorry, she knows.

Legend has taken her, he explains, and legend doesn’t like letting go. She’s a demigod now, of the wind and the water, and her feet will never be happy on dry land. They eat dinner ankle deep in the tide. That, at least, is bearable

Gráinne Ní Mháille (c.1530 - c.1603), commonly known as Grace O'Malley, was a legendary Irish pirate and Chieftan of the Ó Mháille clan during the 16th century.

Born around 1530, Ní Mháille was the child of a wealthy sea trader who she accompanied on his voyages from a young age. As a teenager she was married to Donal Ó Flaithbheartaigh, heir to a powerful clan, as a political move. The marriage lasted for 19 years, during which they had three children and Ní Mháille gained considerable experience commanding ships in her husband’s fleet.

Following the death of her husband and her father, Ní Mháille inherited a considerable amount of money and took over her father’s fleet of 20 ships and hundreds of sailors. She built on her father’s success to become one the dominant forces on the Irish west coast, launching raids on rival clans, forcing merchant ships to pay for safe passage, and imposing taxes on fishermen as far away as England. She also transported Gallowglass mercenaries between Scotland and Ireland, often raiding Scottish islands at the same time.  Her position was strengthened by the control of several coastal castles, most prominent of which was Rockfleet Castle, which she gained through her second marriage to Risdeárd Bourke. After a year of marriage she is said to have taken control of the castle, barring Bourke from entering and yelling from a window, “I dismiss you!”.

Ní Mháille had a tumultuous relationship with the English. From the early 1560’s onward she was accused of piracy multiple times, but she won some favour with the English by assisting in coastal attacks on southern Ireland and won the respect of Sir Henry Sidney, the Lord Deputy of Ireland. However n 1579 she was besieged in her castle by English forces, who she defeated by pouring hot oil on the attackers and according to some accounts by making homemade bullets from melted down armour.

Ní Mháille made a lasting enemy in the form of Richard Bingham, the English ruler of Connacht, after she fought alongside the Bourkes in open rebellion against him from 1585 to 1589. Bingham sought revenge for the rebellion by targeting Ní Mháille, destroying her lands and property. Bingham killed Ní Mháille’s eldest son, Eoghan, and captured his castle, while making a deal with one of her other sons, Murchadh, to switch sides. Ní Mháille swore never to speak to Murchadh again after his betrayal and burned his lands.

Financially ruined, the final blow to Ní Mháille came in 1593 when Bingham captured her other son, Tiobóid, as well as her brother and threatened them with charges of treason. Ní Mháille petitioned Queen Elizabeth of England directly to ask for their release. Elizabeth sent Ní Mháille a list of questions which she answered, and later that year the two women met at Greenwich Palace near London. Despite Ní Mháille’s rough manners and refusal to bow, the two women, both in their sixties, seemed to develop a healthy respect for each other. As neither spoke the other’s language they conversed in Latin, striking an agreement that Ní Mháille’s family would be released, reparations would be made for her stolen property, and that Bingham would be removed from power.

The agreement did not last. Reparations were not fully made, and while initially stripped of his position, Bingham was eventually allowed to return to power in Ireland. Angered, Ní Mháille returned to helping Irish rebels during the Nine Years’ War. She died of old age in Rockfleet Castle at the end of the war in 1603. After her death Ní Mháille’s fighting prowess led to many Irish folk tales being told about her and she is still remembered as a legendary pirate.

anonymous asked:

hey !! ok so im like super late in joining the snk fandom (ooops) but i am getting super into ereri and was just wondering if you know of any cool fantasy/magic au fics? sorry to bother you, but i know you've been in the fandom for a while now!!

Oh man this list kind of got too long for me and somehow i still feel like i’ve forgotten so many so if anyone notices a fic that should be on here but isn’t, feel free to add it on ^_^

(These are in no particular order btw)


The Wolf and the Mountain - @bfketh
Summary: Levi didn’t really care what people thought he was - demon, spirit, or god - as long as they left him alone.That is until one winter’s day, when a snow storm deposits an injured wolf-spirit practically on his doorstep.

Time Deprives all but Memories - @appleapplepeach
Summary: Living in a future in which survival is their only victory Levi wonders if there can be anything left to lose.Offered a chance to make things right, he discovers that everything has a price…

The Choice - @appleapplepeach
Summary:  After their return from Shinganshina the survivors are doing their best to pick up the pieces. When someone intrudes on their fragile peace, will it be an opportunity–or disaster?

The Gate of the North - @appleapplepeach
Summary: Everyone knows the Survey Corp is the laughingstock of the military, a place for crackpots and weirdos. It doesn’t have the prestige of the MP or the security of the Garrison. The only people who join are people who can’t fit into modern society.It’s been Eren’s dream to join since childhood. Flunking out of school prevents him from attending military college, and he drifts along in life, ignoring his friends’ encouragement to go back to school or start a career.Levi is the gatekeeper of the Northern Gate, the most important (and most troublesome) gate that keeps the human world safe from interference and invasion. When he receives a letter from his cousin asking him to take on her friend for a summer apprenticeship he agrees against his better judgement.Neither of them is expecting the end of the world.

The Strange and the Usual - lalazee
Summary:  When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

Be her Valentine - @raindrop-rouge
Summary:  Levi’s not all that great at being a Cupid’s Angel, but Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity to redeem himself. It would go a lot better if Eren’s plans for the Angels’ most important day didn’t go directly against his though.

Witch’s Vein and Blood Stains - @monsoondownpour
Summary:  The Survey Corps is in dire need of a new witch after a tragic mission gone wrong resulted in their last ones death. Eren is still young and green as far as witches go, but he has raw talent and a curious mastery over wilderness that Levi can’t help but be drawn to. When circumstances conspire to pit the squad against the same adversary that took Ilse barely a year ago, will they be able to handle the challenge a second time round?

Forbidden Fruit - @monsoondownpour
Summary:  A collection of stories from my Greek Mythology AU where Eren is Persephone, Levi is Hades, and I’ll make everything else up as I go.

Demons and Darkness - @sciencefictioness
Summary:  Levi is a scout, and protects his village day and night from feral yokai, demon like creatures who feast on human flesh. When the chieftan of his village is killed by the beasts, Levi’s father takes over, putting him next in line to lead his people. All Levi wants to do is watch over Mitras with his blade, fighting along side his teacher, who he has been in love with all his life. When he discovers that Erwin is getting married, he heads off into the woods alone to drink and slay demons, trying to forget. He never expects to summon from the darkness a yokai of his own.

A Bird in the Hand - @mongoose-bite
Summary: Little ever changes in the Underworld, and few visit, but the arrival of a single songbird foretells a coming change for both the Underworld and its god, Eren.Spring is here.

Bemused! - @mongoose-bite
Summary: When an artist struggles with his art, sometimes Fate takes pity on him, and sends him a muse.Whether he wants one or not.

Magic does not Make a Garden - @mongoose-bite
Summary: Levi grows his garden peacefully on the edge of the desert, until the day he finds a boy with wings dying of exhaustion and takes him in.

Shooting Unicorns through your Heart - @emiza
Summary:  Eren is a magical girl. He is also very embarrassed over this fact, and the pink and rainbow fluffiness of his outfit, and would rather die than to let anyone see him in his magica glory.
Which is what happens when he climbs into the wrong window at night.

I am the Ocean - @emiza
Summary: Ägir and Ran, brother and sister, were the god and goddess of the ocean. They guarded over the brave Vikings upon their waves, caught them when they fell into deep waters and collected long lost treasures in their names. But as time passed and new gods were born, the world no longer needed the old ones.What happens to gods no one believes in?

Wake Up - @emiza
Summary:  Eren dreamwalks in his sleep and invades people’s dreams by accident. He usually can avoid alerting the dreamer of his presence, but one day he’s caught by a mysterious man whose touch feels like fire. However, the man only thinks of Eren as a figment of his imagination.

A Warm Breath - @ryuusea
Summary: “You’re a human child, aren’t you. You mustn’t touch me then, or I’ll disappear.“One summer when visiting his Uncle Erwin out in the countryside, Eren befriends a mysterious masked man who lives in the forest. They promise to meet every summer from then on.In other words, a story told through summers, year by year, of Eren being a (cute) brat, Levi dealing with said brat, and all the fluff, awkwardness, and strange feelings that come with growing up, despite the limitations placed on their interactions.

Starboy - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary:  In 1996, my boyfriend Eren Jaeger was abducted. In 2014, he suddenly reappeared. Only, he’s still sixteen and what’s more, he doesn’t remember anything that happened to him during his disappearance. This is a story about first loves, humanity, and maybe-alien boyfriends.

The Stag in the Dark - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: After a high school hazing prank goes awry, Eren is forced to work at local “witch” Levi’s knitting shop.

Halocline - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary:  A lousy vacation puts Eren’s life at jeopardy when he goes for a midnight surf and gets caught in a storm only to be saved by a mysterious creature. Eren tries to communicate with his new friend but it’s hard when you don’t speak fish.

Welcome to the Jungle - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: Eren and his crew run heists on magical dispensaries, stealing goods to perform illegal spells until one day things don’t go as planned…

Castle Ghost - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: King’s knight Levi Ackerman comes across a mysterious, seemingly abandoned castle. Eren and friends deal with a meticulous, neat-freak ghost.

Joy to the World - @perksofbeingawaifu
Summary: Pastel!Eren and Punk!Levi are the last two people on Earth. So they go to the mall.

The Perfect Temperature for Tea - @missmichellebelle
Summary: "I’m a witch.““Like Harry Potter?” A wry smile twists Levi’s lips as he mimes waving a wand. “Wingardium leviosa.”

Stowaway - @onewhositswiththeturtles
Summary:  Levi is the Captain of The Captain’s Killer, the most dreaded pirate ship in all the Caribbean, which hunts its bounty with ruthless efficiency. For years Captain Levi has dodged the Navy’s most decorated Commander, Erwin, and his attempts at sinking Levi’s ship and coercing him into sailing under the Navy’s banner. It seems that Levi will continue sailing the seas as he pleases, answering to no one but the mood of the winds, until a stowaway with a few secrets of his own ends up on his ship and throws everything in disarray.

And then there’s one of mine, Wicked Grace
Summary: “Please take this seriously,” Armin reprimanded. “The game is like Wicked Grace - played to the death. You must never reveal your cards. When you meet the Empress, the eyes of the whole court will be upon you. You’re safer in the fade with Fear demons.”

St. Stephen's Day Murders
The Chieftains
St. Stephen's Day Murders

Elvis Costello and The Chieftans, “St. Stephen’s Day Murders”

Since today is the feast day of St. Stephen (a fact, I’m sure, that is known only to the most devout Catholics and pedants like myself,) here’s a rather grim Christmas carol about how to dispatch your tiresome guests on the day after Christmas.

I knew two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn, of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
The good will that lasts ‘till the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry [for tomorrow we die]
'Till the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

There’ll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
'Cause it’s all we got left as they draw their last breath
And it’s nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
In the St. Stephen’s Day murders

Uncle is gargling a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we’re not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he’s about to baptize
With his gin-flavored whispers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there’s life in it yet we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitching

There’ll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
'Cause it’s all we got left as they draw their last breath
And it’s nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
In the St. Stephen’s Day murders

The Rebel Jesus


All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants’ windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
While the sky darkens and freezes
Will be gathering around the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for God’s graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus

Well they call him by ‘the Prince of Peace’
And they call him by 'the Savior’
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
And they fill his churches with their pride and gold
As their faith in him increases
But they’ve turned the nature that I worship in
From a temple to a robber’s den
In the words of the rebel Jesus

Well we guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus

Now pardon me if I have seemed
To take the tone of judgement
For I’ve no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
There’s a need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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A lot has happened to the Leochs since our last visit. Brighde McLeod died from old age, Ian is still Chieftan, the youngest grew up to be a teen and Angus married Lady Louisa (Thanks @teekapoa!)

Also Angus had a love affair when he was just a young adult, which have now resulted in a bairn. It’s not a daughter by marriage, but the young infant Meredith will be part of the family nonetheless.

anonymous asked:

Your post about "Norse heathens" absolutely disgusts me. I can't believe you would say things like that. Those "points" you made were completely unfounded lies and bullshit.

Allow me to help your easily disgusted spirit then, my weak-willed anon.

  • Thor was born Odin and Jord, the personification of the Earth.
  • Magni was born of Thor and Jarnsaxa, a Jotunn.
  • Vali was born of Odin and Rindr, a Jotunn.
  • Vidarr was born of Odin and Gridr, a Jotunn.
  • The Nine Daughters of Aegir were born of Ran (Vanr) and Aegir (Jotunn)
  • Heimdallr, an Aesir, was born of Nine Mothers, all Jotunn.
  • Kvasir was born of a mixture of Aesir and Vanir saliva.
  • Hnoss and Gersemi were born of Freyja, a Vanr, and Odr, who is possibly Odin.
  • While not certain, Freyr is possibly born of Njordr, a Vanr, and Skadi, a Jotunn. It is also possible that he was born along with his twin sister from Njordr’s unnamed sister. Pick your poison.

As well, outside of children, there are two notable cases I could (easily) find of interracial marriage from the gods.

  • Freyr, an Asynjur, married Gerdr, a Jotunn. And this wasn’t a marriage made through a deal, it’s actually attested that Freyr fell lovesick the moment he saw Gerdr’s “shimmering beauty.”
  • Sigyn, also an Asynjur, married Loki, a Jotunn. Sigyn is the one who holds a basin over Loki.

As for trans/homophobia, you don’t need to look far to see Odin learning magic typically reserved for women or Thor crossdressing, or the before-mentioned incident of Loki giving birth to Sleipnir.

All of the above can be confirmed by simply reading the sagas and eddas. Onto democracy in pre-Christian Viking society.

It’s well-known that Vikings held regular assemblies, called Things. Things were held to decide political matters, elect chieftans or kings, and, mainly, to stop feuds and social disorder from growing too large. While Things were largely influenced by the more powerful members of the community, one-man one-vote was the rule. Even when Scandinavia was eventually united under a king, Things were still held and the people were the power. The best example of this was a speech given by the famous Lawspeaker Torgny. I could cut out the important parts, but the speech is so good that it’d be a disgrace to not quote the whole thing.

Then Thorgny stood up; and when he arose all the bondes stood up who had before been sitting, and rushed together from all parts to listen to what Lagman Thorgny would say. At first there was a great din of people and weapons; but when the noise was settled into silent listening, Thorgny made his speech.


The disposition of Swedish kings is different now from what it has been formerly. My grandfather Thorgny could well remember the Upsala king Eirik Eymundson, and used to say of him that when he was in his best years he went out every summer on expeditions to different countries, and conquered for himself Finland, Kirjalaland, Courland, Esthonia, and the eastern countries all around; and at the present day the earth-bulwarks, ramparts, and other great works which he made are to be seen. And, more over, he was not so proud that he would not listen to people who had anything to say to him. My father, again, was a long time with King Bjorn, and was well acquainted with his ways and manners. In Bjorn’s lifetime his kingdom stood in great power, and no kind of want was felt, and he was gay and sociable with his friends. I also remember King Eirik the Victorious, and was with him on many a war-expedition. He enlarged the Swedish dominion, and defended it manfully; and it was also easy and agreeable to communicate our opinions to him. But the king we have now got allows no man to presume to talk with him, unless it be what he desires to hear. On this alone he applies all his power, while he allows his scat-lands in other countries to go from him through laziness and weakness. He wants to have the Norway kingdom laid under him, which no Swedish king before him ever desired, and therewith brings war and distress on many a man. Now it is our will, we bondes, that thou King Olaf make peace with the Norway king, Olaf the Thick, and marry thy daughter Ingegerd to him. Wilt thou, however, reconquer the kingdoms in the east countries which thy relations and forefathers had there, we will all for that purpose follow thee to the war. But if thou wilt not do as we desire, we will now attack thee, and put thee to death; for we will no longer suffer law and peace to be disturbed. So our forefathers went to work when they drowned five kings in a morass at the Mula-thing, and they were filled with the same insupportable pride thou hast shown towards us. Now tell us, in all haste, what resolution thou wilt take.


Then the whole public approved, with clash of arms and shouts, the lagman’s speech.

And there is some foundation to my claims. I hope you’re now a little less queasy and little more educated.

HTTYD FanFiction: My Life’s Color

               Title: My Life’s Color

               Requested by: FanWriter02 (haha me :P)

               Summary: It had been two years. Two years since that fateful day. The day Astrid received that terrible note. Two years… and she was alone.

               Genre: Hurt/Comfort (spoilers: not a death!fic)

               Rating: K

               A/N:……SORRY. NOT SORRY.


               Astrid walked slowly, the grass barely making a sound beneath her feet, the air quiet, a soft breeze grabbing at her hair. She didn’t care about any of this though, she didn’t even pay attention… didn’t look about at the pretty summer scenery.

               Her heart and mind were in another place. Another time.

               She coughed quietly into the soft air, finding that the need to weep was gone. Last year on this day… she’d been empty. An empty shell. Nothing. A waist… She had hardly spoken…

               The cliff came into view. The same cliff she’d stood on not two years ago… at this same time. Just as the sun was about to set.

               Only this time… she was just watching the cold ocean…

               And no pyre floating away…

               She let herself slowly lower to the ground, sitting back and pulling her knees against her chest, her face burying against them so only her eyes were above them. She stared out at the line where sky met sea, but… no matter what, she could no longer cry.

               She was empty. Sucked dry. She felt hollow, like someone had drained her of her insides and left her nothing but an empty shell.

               She dazed off again, and the flashback came to her mind unbidden.

               Astrid stood on this same cliff, staring out at the pyre that was slowly floating away. Although it was empty, them having never found his body, many of his possessions were laid on the table. His knife, his old cloths, his blacksmiths robe… but Astrid had refused to give up his helmet or one of his shirts.

               She knew she’d need those if she ever wanted to get any sleep. She had wrapped her pillow in his shirt, so that the smell of him that lingered on them might lull her to sleep…

               And Valka had refused to give up his helmet. The one he’d worn when he was younger, the one that matched Stoick’s. She absolutely refused to give up the little bit of his youth that she remembered. And everyone respected that.

               In fact, Gobber had to force people to back off, to actually let Hiccup’s belongings remain on the ship as tradition called for. Everyone wanted a piece of him to remember. A piece of one of their greatest chief’s that Berk had ever had.

               No one wanted to give him up.

               Astrid’s shoulders shook as she glanced down at the black scale held in her palm. The only thing remaining to remind her of Toothless, and of the loyal bond between him and his rider. She looked up, already knowing that Toothless’s old saddles had been placed on the pyre as well.

               They were sending off both Rider and Dragon.

               It only seemed right. Hiccup and Toothless… they were like brothers.

               “Seems fitting they died together…” came the woeful thought, making Astrid choke on her tears. Why couldn’t she have gone too? Why did Hiccup go, and leave her?

               What… what about…

               “There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid.”

               She choked again, refusing to cry. If she did she’d never be able to aim, and… and send off…

               Gobber rested a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at him slowly. There were tears in his eyes, and he wasn’t trying to hide them at all, they came streaking down, his eyes empty and bare.

               “D-do… would you wish..?” He asked, knowing how much it meant to her, and how much…

               But it felt wrong. Valka should, or even Gobber…

               And yet she found herself nodding, Gobber taking a small step back in respect. Astrid glanced over her shoulder at Valka, who gave a nod of her head and a small tear streaked smile.

               Astrid took in a shuddering breath, feeling like her heart was being torn in two as she did so.

               THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

               He was supposed to… he was supposed to be here. They were going to wed. Ha-have a family… grow old together.

               He had promised.

               “I’ll come back.” He’d whispered in her ear. “I’m never leaving you. I promise.”

               Astrid blinked, a tear falling and dribbling off her chin and onto her hands, which now held a bow and ready arrow.

               She took a deep breath, then started shakily. “M-may the Valkayries…” she paused, trying to gather her bearings.

               No, please… don’t be gone…

               “Ma-may the Valkaries welcome you.” She clutched the bow, trying to gather some strength from it. “And lead you through Odin’s gr-great battle field.” She looked up at the pyre that was now floating some distance away…now beyond towing back.

               He’s going… She thought sorrowfully, but forced herself to continue.

               “May they sing your name with love and fury!” She said loudly, feeling the pain pulse through her, the ache of her heart throbbing with every pulse of her veins. She felt the need to scream now. Scream to the world that her Hiccup was gone.

               “So we may hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla, and know you’ve taken your rightful place… at the table of kings…” She let her voice drop towards the end, the adrenaline wearing off, leaving her wide eyed and shocked.

               Hiccup was gone…

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