All I ask is safe passage. All I ask is that you let me leave here in peace, to go wherever the gods decide. And you shall have back your hearth and home. With my blessing. And my sons, when they hear how it was done, will be grateful for the manner of it., and not seek revenge. I understand. Thank you.
I wasn’t sure where [Aslaug] would end up. I knew that she couldn’t go a whole lot further. Once you see at the beginning of Season 4 with the Seer about a woman ruling over Kattegat, but then he won’t tell her if it’s her or not. And as an actress reading that, I knew, ‘Yup. I get it. Okay, I see what’s up.’
therealalyssas: Hey. Thought I’d pull back the curtain for some of you young ladies out there. The thing is, we’re constantly bombarded with gorgeous images of the women around us, whether they’re celebrities or friends. The snaps you see them post are carefully chosen to project the beauty and lifestyle they want you to believe they have. People take multiple selfies to get a good one, use all kinds of filters and tinker with all kinds of settings (the pic of me on the left is 1 of 7 I took, and obviously filtered and tweaked). When I was a model, we’d shoot ALL DAY (in amazing light, with a team of professionals) for only 8-10 pictures. We would literally shoot hundreds of frames to choose just 1, which was then perfected through hours of retouching. Studies suggest looking at selfies on Facebook and other forms of social media can give females negative feelings about body image. I could have posted the pic on the left this morning (I mean, c'mon, this is the best selfie I’ve ever taken!), along with say, an inspirational quote or romantic poem I found online, making me look both HOT and profound. (Knowing me though the caption probably would have ended up a Yoda quote warning you of the “dark side” cause there’s a cool shadow in the pic and I’m a fucking nerd). And then I’d feel validated by likes and flattering comments. BUT, the reality is, today I’m tired. I woke up with a big pimple under my nose and I went to a “booty and abs” Pilates class this morning because I too am susceptible - I keep seeing images of girls with perfectly toned tummies and perky butts on here, and it makes me think I should be working harder, juicing more, eating more quinoa, eating less pizza, going to more parties, wearing cooler clothes (I have NEVER been “airport chic” and I NEVER will be. Seriously?? THAT’S what you wore on a plane?!), vacationing in exotic locales, and ugh, WINNING MORE GRAMMYS. Also, my eyebrows are never on fleek. Let’s be real. We’re all just fucking sitting here on Instagram in our sweats. ✌🏼️
But still, I have fulfilled my destiny. The Gods foretold Ragnar would have many sons. And I have given him those sons. I am as much a part of his saga, Lagertha, as you are. But now I renounce everything. All I ask is safe passage. All I ask is that you let me leave here in peace, to go wherever the Gods decide.