as we call it in norway
Sami people persuade Norway pension fund to divest from Dakota Access
The Sami parliament, representing indigenous people also known as Lapps, has convinced Norway’s second largest pension fund to ditch the oil pipeline project

In an act of international solidarity between indigenous peoples, the Sami parliament in Norway has persuaded the country’s second largest pension fund to withdraw its money from companies linked to a controversial oil project backed by Donald Trump.

The project to build the 1,900km Dakota Access oil pipeline across six US states has prompted massive protests from Native American activists at the Standing Rock Sioux reservation.

This week, after lobbying by the Sami parliament, Norway’s local authority pension fund KLP announced it would sell of shares worth $58m in companies building the pipeline.

Vibeke Larsen, president of the Sami parliament, said the pension fund announced the move when she arrived at a meeting in Oslo to discuss Dakota Access.

“We feel a strong solidarity with other indigenous people in other parts of the world, so we are doing our part in Norway by putting pressure on the pension funds,” she told the Guardian.

The Sami – sometimes called Lapps in English – are an indigenous people living in the Arctic area of Sápmi in the far north of Norway, Sweden, Finland and Russia’s Kola peninsula.

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Humans are Wierd - Gaia Planet

Ok, this goes against most canon of Earth being a Death World, but what if Earth is actually a super popular place for alien immigrants? Earth has a ton of climates, and our air contains enough oxygen and nitrogen (and hell, even carbon dioxide breathing aliens could survive, assuming that they only need enough CO2 as plants do) that breathing shouldn’t be much of a problem for most species, assuming most species are either oxygen or nitrogen breathing. No matter what planet you’re from, you’ve got a good shot at being able to survive somewhere on earth. From an outer planet? Welcome to Norway. From an inner planet? Ah, I see you’ve taken a liking to the Sahara. Aquatic planet? Hell, we’ve got oceans we’re not using much (though is it alright if we call you atlanteans? That would really increase tourist value). Is the atmospheric pressure a bit too high? We can settle you on Everest; it’s about a third of our default atmosphere. 

Granted, there’s not enough land of any one climate to consider invading (after all, what is an inner-planet alien going to do with all this *shudder* water), but as far as making a home for yourself and your kin? Earth can be a major hub of intergalactic migration. Hell, most peace treaties are signed on Earth, since nearly any arbiters can find a place to stay, while they hash out negotiations

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translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) 

Host: “Fy søren” (Slightly milder curse than “fy faen”). Hi Yousef!

Cengiz: No, not Yousef!

Host: Not Yousef tonight?

Cengiz: No, not Yousef.

Host:  We’ll treat you like Cengiz. “Jeengizz” (Cengiz corrects her) I’m not so good with pronunciation. How will it be now that Skam is over?

Cengiz: It’s first and foremost very sad, but other people have had more experience in this than me, during those two years.

Host: Yeah, you came in now in the last season.

Cengiz: I came in this last season. But of course I’ve had a lot of memories that I’ll never forget. I’ve built a strong bond with everyone and made new friends in life. And that’s really nice.  And that’s what’s sad, that we won’t work together as often. Of course we’ll probably meet in other settings, but not the same setting, and that’s what’s kinda sad.

Host: I see that. It’s a little wistful. But, I watch Skam all the time. I’m obsessed. Always been. And I’ve always wondered what’s script and what’s improvisation. Because that scene, just recently, where Yousef and Sana are, like, down at the docks and playing and it’s that shower and the trust test. Is that scripted? Because it looks so real!

Cengiz: That is script. That’s why we’re called actors.

Host: How do you manage that? Like how do you prepare for a scene like that, to make that real?

Cengiz: Well, it’s just trying to… It’s not easy. It’s hard. It’s not easy at all. It’s actually one of the hardest scenes I’ve filmed, and I’m sure it was for Iman too. But we’re really good friends, like brother and sister. It’s mostly fun to shoot and when we crack up together, it becomes this real, little flirty vibe on camera, but in reality we’re just cracking up.

Host: Oh, I don’t know if that makes me happy or sad. It’s good that you have such a nice time on set, though.

Cengiz: That is called acting.

Host: Yes. But one thing. Yousef has left for Istanbul. We’ll get a clip tomorrow too, but Yousef comes back from Istanbul in August. What happens? You decide.

Cengiz: What happens? Yousef comes back to Norway. He thinks that’s sad, because his left his Turkish family in Turkey. Most likely he’s talking to Sana. More.

Host: Yes, he hasn’t found a summer fling in turkey?

Cengiz: No Yousef is not like that. Yousef’s not like that. He messed up a short while in the series, but that was because he lost hope but now he has hope.

Host: So he’s holding on to Sana during the summer?

Cengiz: I think he does, yes. If Sana doesn’t marry the basketball player that is.

Host: Yes, that’s true. *Makes Cengiz pick for fuck marry kill* Cengiz gets Jonas, Eva and Sana

Cengiz: Yeah. Everybody. I would marry everyone. Done everyone. I don’t know?

Host: Someone has to go.

Cengiz: Someone what?

Host: Someone you just have to have random sex with.

Cengiz: But I don’t do that.  I’m not that kind of person.

Host: No, no. But now we’re in Skam.

Cengiz: Am I answering as Yousef?

Host: Yeah. Or you as a person. Who annoys you the most?

(Ulrikke comes up behind Cengiz’s shoulder) Ulrikke: Marry Vilde!

Cengiz: Yes. Where is Vilde? *goes through all the pictures on the table* I would marry this guy.

Host: Penetrator-Chris?

Cengiz: Yes. And this guy I would fuck (holds up picture of Even). And this guy (holds up picture of Yousef), what would I do with him? What was the last thing?

Host: I think you have to kill yourself.

Cengiz: Then I’ll kill myself.

Host: You sacrifice yourself for Penetrator-Chris?

Cengiz: Of course! My bro, penetrator Chris and my bro Henrik.. Or, Even..

Host: Yeah we keep this in the Skam universe. Host thanks Cengiz.

Ulrikke! Marlon! 

Norway overtakes Denmark to be crowned world's 'happiest country'

Norway has unseated Denmark as happiest country in the world. The Scandinavian nation beat the three-time winner of the title, having previously been ranked fourth.

Denmark dropped to second place as Norway was named the winner for the first time since the United Nations launched the global initiative in 2012.

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The World Happiness Report 2017 ranked countries on six criteria measuring happiness: GDP per capita, life expectancy, freedom, generosity, social support and an absence of corruption in government or the business sector.

“Happy countries are the ones that have a healthy balance of prosperity, as conventionally measured, and social capital, meaning a high degree of trust in a society, low inequality and confidence in government,"Jeffrey Sachs, the director of the Sustainable Development Solutions Network (SDSN) that published the report, told Reuters.

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"What works in the Nordic countries is a sense of community and understanding in the common good,” Meik Wiking, chief executive of the Happiness Institute in Copenhagen, said.

Iceland, Switzerland and Finland were also ranked in the top five. The US was 14th on the list, while the UK came in 19th place. Sachs said the US had dropped one place due to rising inequality, distrust and corruption. He said that President Trump’s economic measures were “all aimed at increasing inequality – tax cuts at the top, throwing people off the healthcare rolls, cutting Meals on Wheels in order to raise military spending. I think everything that has been proposed goes in the wrong direction.”

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Syria, Yemen, Tanzania and Burundi are the least happy of the 155 countries listed in the fifth annual report by the SDSN.

The aim of the report is to provide governments with a tool to improve overall well-being in their country. “I want governments to measure this, discuss it, analyse it and understand when they have been off on the wrong direction,” Sachs said.

World Happiness Report 2017 rankings:

1. Norway
2. Denmark
3. Iceland
4. Switzerland
5. Finland
6. Netherlands
7. Canada
8. New Zealand
9. Australia
10. Sweden
11. Israel
12. Costa Rica
13. Austria
14. United States
15. Ireland
16. Germany
17. Belgium
18. Luxembourg
19. United Kingdom
20. Chile

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Dirty Norwegian: swears, insults and other bad words explained

Faen i forbanna kuksugende helvete, for noe jælva dritt. 

Do you wanna learn how to say “fuck in damned cocksucking hell, this is some fucking shit” and more like this in Norwegian? Well, you’re in luck because that’s exactly what I spent a good two hours of my life explaining to you guys.

Also let me know if you have any questions, I’m more than happy to answer!

m, f, nt. = masculine, feminine or neutral nouns


The equivalent to fuck. If you stubbed your toe in a table corner, this is what you will yell out in pained frustration. After years of being a swear word it has lost it’s meaning but it’s original meaning comes from fanden, which means the devil. Additional fact: In Denmark they’ll still yell fanden instead of faen. 

A lot of expressions are tied to faen. Here are some examples:

Faen ta deg. (Fuck you.)
Fy faen! (Fuck, but emphasized.)
Faen i helvete. (Fuck in hell. Again, for emphasis.)
Stygg som faen. (Ugly as fuck.)
Jeg gir faen. (I don’t give a fuck.)
Gi faen. (Knock it off.)
… for faen.* ( … for fuck’s sake.)

*Can’t be used alone, you have to fill inn the dots with something else. Usually used when you’re saying something that may contradict what has just been said. Han er jo fæl, for faen / But he’s terrible, for fuck’s sake.

Satan og helvete 

Helvete: means hell, we use this all the time. 
Additional fact: Many of you might know of the town in Norway called Hell and how it’s so far north that during the winter, Hell may freeze over. But the word “hell” in Norwegian means luck. Do whatever you like with this information.

Satan: You’ll yell this out the same way you’ll yell out fuck, but it doesn’t have the same dynamic as faen. You may use it as an adjective, however. For emphasis, add svarte at the end.

Satan helvetes fitte!
Satan svarte!

Jævla, forbanna og jævel

Jævla is an adjective, kind of like “fucking”, except it can’t be used alone, then you’re not making sense. 

You can use forbanna in two ways: (1) wherever you can use jævla. It’s an adjective, and it describes something cursed. You can also combine forbanna and jævla if you’re really pissed off!  (2) to let people know that you or another person is pissed off. Basically, you ARE forbanna. Usually you add an adverb such as these in front: “fly”, “skikkelig” or “helt” forbanna. “Fly” is exclusively used for forbanna.

Jævla/forbanna idiot. (Fucking idiot.)
Hun ble fly forbanna når hun så meg. (She got really pissed off when she saw me.)

Jævel is a noun (m) and means devil. It’s an insult, usually expresses dislike OR someone being mischievous. 

Han er en forbanna liten jævel. (He’s a little fucking bastard.)


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u guys………… i cant beLIEVE i havent told u before… norway we had this show that ran on actual national television………..about this grade school teacher who got bored and dressed up (bADLY) as a teenage girl and called himself………… HANNA FROM TANA and he got world famous and it was the norwegian parody of hannah montana buT LIKE IT WAS AN ACTUAL SHOW ON A REAL CHANNEL I WISH I WAS KIDDING BUT LIKE

@fuckyeahnorwegian guys…….help me out here…..

Clip - “Ikke snakk til meg” (”Don’t talk to me”) - at 08:12 - 22.05

(Sana praying)

(Images flashing by: )

Don’t pick up

Don’t pick up (contact)

Do you get acid thrown in your face if you don’t wear the hijab?

Sana are you circumcised

Urra United (contact)

hoping you’ll be forced into marriage and sent to Africa so we don’t have to have you around at Urra*

Why do you wear that shit on your head it’s fucking ugly i’m gonna tear it off of you during recess

(Same images flashing by again)

(Sana is seated in front of her mirror, and fastens her hijab with a needle, then starts typing out a message)

Hi Jamilla

(She backspaces, and we see earlier messages between them)

Thanks, but no thanks.


I’M SORRY!! There’s been a misunderstanding!! I thought you’d posted shit about me!! Let me explain! I’m calling you now!

(goes further up through the messages)

49:12 O you who have believed, avoid much (negative) assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin. And do not spy or backbite each other

I’m only trying to protect you.

(goes further up again, and we see the time stamp 03.01.2016 - January 3rd)

5:51 O you who have believed, do not take the Jews and the Christians as allies. They are (in fact) allies of one another. And whoever is an ally to them among you - then indeed, he is (one) of them. Indeed, Allah guides not the wrongdoing people.

(A song called ‘Ikke snakk til meg’ (Don’t talk to me) starts playing, Sana goes through the school yard, and up to the girls)

Eva: What’s this?

Sana: I’ve left the bus.

Chris: Uh what?!

Sana: I’m not going to be russ.

Eva: Well, now that we’ve fixed a bus, people and like, everything’s in order, and then you leave?

Chris: What’s happening?

Sana: It’s just not so important for me to be russ.

Noora: But it was quite important to you just a little while ago.

Sana: Maybe I’ve realised that it is in conflict with my values to watch girls drop all their self-respect just to get a pinecone in their hat*.

(Sana goes inside, sits down by Isak)

Sana: How are-

Isak: Good! (whispering) Good.

Sana: I’m sorry again for my brother-

Isak: No, that..Think nothing of it, Sana.

Teacher (off screen): Okay people, we’ll go through a lot during this lesson. Midterms are next week, and some of you are hanging by a thin thread, so I suggest that you pay attention.

Isak: Yeah..that applies to me, to put it that way..

(Sana doesn’t answer)

Isak: Can’t you help me a bit, Sana? I’m so fucked, I’m so far behind.

Sana: Sorry, you’ll just have to face the harsh truth.

Isak: That I’ll get a four?

Sana: That you’re on your own.

(Isak looks surprised and a bit hurt by Sana’s comment)

Aaaand we’re back in business! So full of angst D: This hurt to watch…

To a non-Norwegian speaker, here are some explanations of the stuff you probably didn’t understand right away:

Urra = This refers to the name of a junior high school in Oslo called Uranienborg, it’s just a nickname for the school. This is the junior high Sana went to, and by the content of the messages from Urra United we understand she had a hard time being accepted there.

A pinecone in their hat = I’ll give you the short version - When you’re russ, you can do all these silly tasks to get tokens in your russ hat (see picture below). If you have a pinecone in your hat then it means that you’ve had (safe) sex outdoors.

That I’ll get a four? = Isak means which grade/mark he’ll receive in that class.  The grades system in Norway in junior and senior high school is like this:
It goes from 1 through 6, where 1 means one has failed, and 6 means one excels in the course. (So, 1 = F, 6 = A)

Here’s a picture of a russ hat with different items tied into the thread, meaning this person has completed some of the russ tasks:

(credit to whoever owns the hat and the picture <3 !)

Norway’s biggest local newspaper is Aftenposten and they have something called Si;D which is a site where they publish article written by anyone between the ages 13-21. In 2015 and 2016 many of their most written about themes was Skam, especially Noora’s sexual assault was a case that they got submitted many articles about. 

In 2016 one article was called “Vi er de skamløse arabiske jentene” meaning “We are the shameless arabic girls”. The article inspired other articles by Norwegian minority girls. The first article brought up Sana as one of the reasons they wanted to speak up. 

The three girls that became the spokeswomen for the moment Sofia Srour, Nancy Herz and Amina Bile ended up winning the “Fritt ord” award celebrating freedom of speech in Norway. 

And to create a nice circle the three shameless arabic girls became one of the main sources for Sana’s season.
Private investor divests $34.8m from firms tied to Dakota Access pipeline
Storebrand, a sustainable investment manager in Norway, hopes pulling shares from three groups will ‘make some sort of impact’ amid Defund DAPL movement
By Julia Carrie Wong

Norway’s largest private investor is divesting from three companies tied to the Dakota Access pipeline, a small victory for the Standing Rock movement one week after the eviction of the main protest encampment.

Storebrand, a sustainable investment manager with $68bn in assets, sold off $34.8m worth of shares in Phillips 66, Marathon Petroleum Corporation, and Enbridge, the company announced Wednesday. The three companies are partial owners of the pipeline.

“We hope that our actions and the actions of other likeminded investors in either divesting or calling for an alternative [pipeline] route will make some sort of an impact,” said Matthew Smith, the head of Storebrand’s sustainability team.

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Presumably, he wanted to make a name for himself, which is why I won’t identify him. His name deserves to be forgotten. Discarded. Deleted. Labels like ‘madman’, ‘monster’, or ‘maniac’ won’t do, either. There’s a perverse glorification in terms like that. If the media’s going to call him anything, it should call him pathetic: a nothing.

Charlie Brooker, with one of the wisest quotes about spree killers/terrorists ever.

Why do we even give these morons the dignity of psychoanalyzing them?

Norwegian / old norse names and places

Every now and then I come across a book, movie, TV-series, fanfic, game or whatever, that mention a fictional “Norwegian” or “norse” place or person, and it just sounds so wrong it makes me either cringe or ROFL. Really. I still haven’t recovered from the 1995 X-files episode, “Død Kalm”, which took us to the port of “Tildeskan” where we met “Henry Trondheim”, “Halverson” and “Olafsson”. 

Hopefully this list will keep others from being that “creative” with names. :)

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A Hundred Lesser Faces: Twelve

  • Section One {A Hundred Lesser Faces} what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh? :  [(One) (Two) (Three) (Four) (Five) (Six) (Seven)
  • Section Two {A Hundred More}, the aftermath of Claire and Jamie’s reunion, following their journey as they work to build a new life together [(Eight) (Nine) (Ten) (Eleven) ]

“There ye are, Sassenach,” Jamie boomed, pushing off from the wall against which he’d been leaning and adjusting a new black tricorn and cloak smartly. “Took ye long enough! What kept ye?” 

I bristled a bit, snorting. I’d risen promptly enough, I thought, when Fiona knocked at the door and gave me Jamie’s message, a feat of which I’d been rather proud, given the utter rock-like state from which I’d had to rouse.

“May I ask WHY you felt it necessary to have me meet you out here?” I asked, quite politely. He gave me a mild look in return. “Four blocks away? Outdoors? Before noon? In November?”

“Och, that’s simple,” he said at once, with a cheeriness that suggested it should be perfectly obvious to anyone in possession of wits (God, how I’d missed this man and all his nonsense). “I should have thought the events of the past day had made it clear enough that we’ve absolutely no chance, you and I, of having any sort of logistical conversation in that room.”

Crankiness vanished, I now suppressed a sheepish grin. “I do think you enjoyed that day and that room, though?”

Supremely,” he said, his fine teeth flashing devilishly. “And if we didna have onlookers at present, I’d invite ye against yon wall to show ye just how much.”

We’d glutted ourselves in every way it was feasible to glut. At Jamie’s direction, Fiona’s kitchenmaids had kept the wine and food and whisky coming, all making the last twenty-four-or-more hours little more than a hedonistic blur, punctuated by wild, luxurious lovemaking that even now had my legs wobbly and loose; a blur from which I would have been more than happy never to refocus.

“Still,” Jamie went on, “casting aside the appealing prospect of rumpling your petticoats on this fine morn, might I alternately earn forgiveness by saying I’ve brought breakfast?”

“It’s a jolly good first step,” I said, stepping close and letting him see the laughter in my eyes before kissing his chilly lips. 

He’d brought mulled wine and savory pies, both still piping hot, leaving me the high ground to scold him for giving me hell about alleged lateness, which I did, all chastisement met only, of course, by grins and kisses, damn his wonderful hide.

We sat on a bench by the river and devoured our little feast, watching the boats and waterfowl inching their way around the choppy expanse. As loathe as I had been to drag myself out of bed, put on clothing and venture into the chill, I had to admit, there was something singularly wonderful about being out in the crisp grey of mid-morning, the cold bracing and clearing to the senses. 

“So,” I said at last, those cleared senses steeling themselves against the necessary topics. “Logistical conversation time, mm?”

“Aye,” he said with decision (and perhaps that same frisson of dread), taking one last swig from the wine jug. 

Laoghaire, I suppose, should—”

He took my hand, cutting me off. “Perhaps even before that…”

“Oh? Seems to me that’s—she’s, I mean, the most significant hurdle in our path, don’t you?”

“No—I mean yes, aye, she is. Still…” He squeezed my fingers and looked out to the river, weighing his words carefully. “I think perhaps we ought first to decide what it is we’re striving toward.”

Well! That was a rather grandiose way of putting it, and I said as much. 

“I only mean,” he clarified, letting go my hand and turning toward me on the seat,  “what is it that ye want?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” I said, assuming his own earlier sweet smugness. “I want you.”

“I want ye, too.” He leaned in and kissed me with a happy hum. “Always. Though, I am being serious, Sassenach. It will make things clearer if we can say aloud what it is we envision for these years ahead, as many as are granted to us, so that naught is lost by dint of assumption.”

“Well, then… I want to be your wife,” I said, a little lamely. Then I rallied, and began to think it through more clearly. “No—I want us to be man and wife with no ambiguity as to other spouses.”

“Aye. Agreed.”

“I want…” I went on slowly, thinking, “for each of us to pursue occupations that give us pleasure.” I cast a glance at him. “Does printing do that for you, by the way? Do you actually enjoy it?”

“Do ye ken…” He scratched his jaw meditatively. “I dinna think anyone has ever asked me such a thing, in reference to printing or anything else.” 

“Well, I come from a very individualistic time, my dear. Can’t help but carry it over.” 

“Aye, you’re a verra peculiar woman, Sassenach. But, aye, the printing trade is methodical and needful, and I’ve got the tools already acquired, so I see no reason to learn a new one.” 

“Not exactly what I asked,” I laughed, “but I suppose that’s as close as you’ll come to self-actualization. So: you, able to print; me, able to practice medicine. Simple enough, as long as we stick to a city. But, speaking of assuming, I’d more or less taken it for granted that we would both go to Edinburgh, to your shop. I’m certain I can find my way as a healer, there, even if it means starting very small. Are you thinking otherwise?”

“Maybe so,” he admitted, brows drawn in thought, going quiet for a few moments too long. 

“Tell me what you want, Jamie.”

“Everything you yourself said,” he said quickly. “The only thing more I would wish, in terms of specifics, is … to live under my own name. Our name.”

“Not as Alexander Malcolm,” I said, understanding beginning to spark.

“I didna care a mite when it was only me, ken. I wanted a life on my own, or rather, a life away from Laoghaire, and if an assumed name was the requirement, then so be it. But now, wi’ you returned, back in my life and my arms for good, the thought of living out my years as Sawny Malcolm…still worse to oblige you to assume the role of Mrs. Malcolm—”

“I should scarcely mind, Jamie,” I said at once. “I hope you know that.”

“And I thank ye for it,” he said, with a genuine, albeit strained smile, “yet now I’ve pride and joy in my heart that I hadn’t before, and not to be able to spend the rest of my days under my own name, that of my own family…?” He trailed off, shaking his head and setting his jaw. 

I certainly could understand his point and his unease. Had it not rankled me, from time to time, when I allowed myself to think of such things, to be living out my own days as Claire Randall?  The constant itch of feeling that it was naught but a sham identity, neither who I was born nor who I would have chosen to be? 

“Would your clientele desert you, do you think, if you came clean and began going by James Fraser in Edinburgh?”

“A good many. Though, perhaps not all, only—Well, Laoghaire would be the greatest danger in that regard, as well.” 

“Oh? How so? Would she come to your shop and set it ablaze?” 

For, if I knew anything of Laoghaire Fraser née MacKenzie, it was that she was dangerous when the ‘woman scorned.’

“Not that I’d put it past her,” he said with an unhappy smirk, “but should all the legal proceedings run afoul and scandal spread over it, the news will be known in Edinburgh eventually. To be kent for the one-time traitor Red Jamie might just bring a certain profitable notoriety (particularly to those many that supported Charles and his cause), but to be whispered about as a recent bigamist scoundrel… It—wouldna be good.”

“No….No, I suppose not.” I scratched my nose, thinking. 

“Then there’s the smuggling to consider,” he said gamely, though his eyes went a little shifty with discomfort. 

He’d told me about his other business ventures offhand sometime in the last day. I’d been very drunk at the time and had found the entire prospect hilarious for some reason. By the light of day, though, it was certainly far more sobering. 

“In that enterprise, at least, I am already known as Jamie Roy, not Mr. Malcolm. I mean to step out of that operation altogether,” he said suddenly, looking sharply at me, “but it may take some time to do so, find a buyer I hope, wi’out bringing my government protectors down upon me. They’ll no’ take kindly to the loss of their take, aye?”

 I nodded. “Then…once you’ve removed yourself from the smuggling business in some form, we relocate and start fresh? In Glasgow, perhaps? Even here in Inverness? This place is big enough to need printing services, surely?”

“Aye, certainly,” he said, his gaze casting appreciatively around the expanse of Inverness, “and perhaps, it shall come to all that; though I think only in the colonies might we truly begin anew, wi’out the whispers following us.”

My throat constricted. “You want to emigrate?”

“It’s the last thing I wish,” he said fervently, lacing his fingers in mine. “I never wish to leave Scotland. Still, I willna have ye tormented by gossip and scandal for my sake.”

“It’s hardly your sake, as I’m the bloody reason there’s to be scandal in the first place!”

Despite himself, he laughed. I seized the opportunity and squeezed his hand tighter. “Jamie, it doesn’t matter if we’re the Malcolms in Edinburgh or the Frasers in Glasgow or Mr. and Mrs. Von Trapp in a Hobbithole in Norway!”

“In a what-hole?”

“The point is,” I went doggedly on, “as long as I can publicly call you my husband, and as long as I can be a healer, I will be happy. That’s all I need. As to the where and the by-what-means… lead on, my love. I’ll be there.”

His hand, big and warm and solid, came up to gently hold my nape as he kissed me. 

“Oh, no, wait, forgot one,” I said abruptly as we pulled back, counting my wishlist out on my fingers. “Husband-calling. Healer. Not being burned as witch for it.” 

“I think that’s more than reasonable,” he said fairly, a twinkle in his eye. “Speaking of which…Laoghaire.”

“Better add a fourth: a day when we never have to speak that name again.” We shared commiserating sighs. “Will you be seeking an annulment, then?”

“Aye, that or some sort of divorce settlement, if such can be managed. I dinna wish to cause her shame, but I willna conscience the possibility of having her as my wife in any form to be going on with.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“If you agree, I shall write to Ned Gowan today.”

“NED!?” I shouted in delight, startling two stately gentlemen passing by. “Don’t tell me he’s still alive?!”

“He is, and still practicing the law, forbye, in Edinburgh. I’ve encountered him several times over the years, passing in the streets. He’s quite the spry wee thing. Shriveled as dried beef but sharp as a knifepoint, still.” 

“Well, I’ll be damned!”

“Well, I hope ye won’t be, nor I.  In any case, I should like to write to Ned and ask if he might travel to Broch Morda at once upon receipt of the letter, to assist in settling the matter.”

“At once?” My glowing heart fell into my boots. “Does that mean we’ll be going back to Lallybroch? Directly?”

“Believe me when I say that a part of me wishes nothing more than to stay here at the inn forever.” 

“Three guesses which part.”

“But I also ken,” he went on, passing over my lewdness, which sadly did not have the desired impact of distraction, “that I willna be able to sleep easy until this is all put to rest. I dinna wish to be seen as sneaking about wi’ ye. Besides,” he said, raising a hand and tucking a strand of curls behind my ear, running the backs of his knuckles gently over my brow and temple, “every day spent curled up in our wee nesting place, here, unspeakably happy as I would be every moment, there should always be the nagging in the corners of my mind, reminding me that I’m only on borrowed time ‘til all is resolved for good. ….What do ye think?”

I sighed. “I think you’re likely right about that.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t make the prospect of leaving said love nest any more pleasant, though.”

“Indeed, it does not. Still,” He tilted my chin up with a finger and kissed me, his mouth warm and comforting and tasting of sweet wine, “we’ll make it a pleasant journey.” Another kiss. “And ye willna convince me to give up our warm bed for the road until tomorrow morn, at least.”

“Well then,” I said meaningfully with a raised eyebrow, “we’ll have to make the most of that warm bed between now and then, won’t we?”

  • England: Indonesia, Indonesia, is it true that you have a pet dragon!!
  • Indonesia: wait, what-?
  • Norway: we heard from Netherlands.
  • Romania: can we see it?? Please! Please!
  • Indonesia: umm... okay, I'll show you a picture of her. But she's not really my pet.
  • England: oh, she must be your friend, right? That's amazing!
  • Indonesia: um, well, here. She's not really a dragon... they're called Komodo Dragons...
  • Romania: ... she's beautiful!
  • Norway: majestic!
  • England: does she have powers???
  • Indonesia: e-eh??

anonymous asked:

What's the white stuff vilde and chris had on their pizza?? and who's jamille??? Thanks Ingrid! 💗

It was sour cream dressing, made with sour cream, garlic, mayonnaise and different spices. Very usual pizza topping here in Norway! 

This is Jamilla Bikarim 

Last we heard she was engaged to Sanas brother (most likely Elias unless Sana has more brothers) she’s same age as Sana or the year above. She’s in a squad commonly referred to as the Hijab Police

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[They even used to be married for a long long time (during Kalmar Union and Denmark-Norway). It was a political marriage but was there any romance? We will maybe never know, Norway doesn’t like to talk much about that time…or much at all. But because of Denmark’s and Norway’s close relations throughout the history (also in WW2 and during Viking era) and even nowadays (20.000 Danes live in Norway and 15.000 Norwegians live in Denmark, both were also NATO founding members for example) they can be called best friends. Norway has a sibling like relationship with Sweden. Sweden sees Norway often has his little brother and tends to belittle him what’s annoying Norway hell of a lot but they still care a lot for each other. He is least close to Finland.] 

Disney & Pixar Animation at D23: New Details on 'Frozen 2,' 'The Incredibles 2,' 'Toy Story 4' and More!

Unfortunately for the fan dressed in an inflatable Baymax costume (which was so big he couldn’t fit into any of the convention center’s seats), Friday’s Pixar and Disney Animation panel at D23, Disney’s fan expo, didn’t provide confirmation on sequels to either Big Hero 6 or Zootopia. But host John Lasseter, head of Walt Disney Animation and Pixar Studios, did have plenty of scoop on Frozen, Wreck-It Ralph 2, The Incredibles 2 and more!

MORE: Kristen Bell Confirms ‘Frozen 2’ Release Date With Adorable 'Weather Forecast’ – See When It’s Hitting Theaters!

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Frozen 2

The panel began with a return to Arendelle – starting with the 21-minute short film, Olaf’s Frozen Adventure (debuting in theaters ahead of Coco on Nov. 22). Kristen Bell, the voice of Anna, was on hand to explain that, “[Anna and Elsa] don’t actually have any holiday traditions of their own, and it breaks Olaf’s tiny, little icy heart.” The crowd aww-ed as a photo of sad Olaf appeared onscreen and Bell squealed, “I know!

D23 attendees were then treated to a silly scene of Olaf (Josh Gad) trying to decide if various Christmas traditions are “special enough,” before Gad made a surprise appearance to live-debut one of the four new songs called, I believe, “That Time of Year.”

As for Frozen 2, we still don’t know the title – though, it’s not Disney’s Thawed – but instead, saw home video of directors Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee’s research trip to Norway, Iceland and Finland. These “adventures,” we were told, will inspire the sequel, which hits theaters on Nov. 27, 2019.

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Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2

In Wreck-It Ralph 2 – the full title is quite a mouthful – the arcade is connected to “wee fee” (that’d be WiF) and, as Princess Vanellope herself, Sarah Silverman, revealed, “Vanellope’s game, Sugar Rush, breaks and she has to travel with Ralph into the Internet to find a part to fix the game.” There, they will meet new characters like Yesss (played by Taraji P. Henson), the shape-shifting algorithm of a trend-making website called Buzzaholic.

In the most synergistic but uproarious clip, Yesss gives Ralph and Vanellope a VIP tour of the Internet that culminates in a visit to, where Star Wars, Marvel, and classic Disney characters roam. Vanellope sneaks off to mess with the Disney princesses, which does not go well. (Cinderella breaks her glass slipper into a shank.) It only gets better and more meta from there, i.e. the princesses declare that none of them have daddy issues!

As a special surprise for D23, each princess’ original voice actor was on hand to announce they will reprise their role in the movie – from Arielle and Belle to Merida and Tiana, Anna, Moana and more! Ralph Breaks the Internet arrives in theaters on Nov. 21, 2018.


The Incredibles 2

“It’s like, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton and Edna,” so said a supremely amusing featurette that intro’d The Incredibles 2 portion, which featured the likes of Zac Posen, Heidi Klum, Kendall Jenner and Rachel Zoe, among other models and fashion experts, discussing the “visionary” and “iconic” Edna.

Writer, director and the voice of Edna, Brad Bird, took the stage to show off new and quite improved test footage of the entire family back in action. The sequel (out June 15, 2018) reunites nearly the entire original cast and also features a brand spankin’ new superhero lair and a “greatly expanded” world with superheroes whose powers might just rival the Incredibles family.

“You’ll see a lot of Elastigirl. A chain of events puts her at the forefront of the action, while Bob has to stay home,” Bird explained of Mr. Incredible’s own challenge: “He still doesn’t know that Jack Jack has these powers.” A work-in-progress clip had Jack defending the home from a raccoon he mistakes as a burglar, resulting in an outrageous backyard brawl.


Toy Story 4

There wasn’t much to share about Toy Story 4 – the movie’s official title – as the fourquel doesn’t hit theaters until summer 2019. But Lasseter announced that he will not direct it, officially passing the reigns to Josh Cooley (the Oscar-nominated writer of Inside Out), though the animation legend will stay on as an executive producer and mentor.

Cooley brought along a video tour of the Toy Story offices, which yielded little information regarding the film’s plot – except a hint that it may or may not involve an RV trip? (During D23 2013, it was revealed that the story would be a love story for Woody and Bo Peep.) But we do know the aliens are back, as the montage included the first line of dialogue recorded for Toy Story 4: the alien’s signature, “Oooo.

Untitled Pixar Suburban Fantasy World Film

One of two untitled projects teased during the panel – the other from DisneyToon Studios may be a Planes sequel, about jets that can travel into space. This movie comes courtesy of Monsters University director Dan Scanlon and takes place in, yes, a suburban fantasy world.

“This film takes place in a fantasy world; however, it is a modern fantasy world,” explained Scanlon. Long ago, there was magic, but because it was complicated to learn, eventually the citizens invented machines that could do magic for them, like light bulbs, cars and fast food. (One chain is called “To-N-Fro Burger.”) There are no humans in this fantasy world, but the land is populated by elves, trolls and sprites – “Anything that would be on the side of a van in the '70s,” Scanlon joked – and where unicorns are rat-like pests.

The actual story follows two teenage brother whose father died when they were too young to remember him, so they set out on an adventure to somehow find a way to spend one last magical day with him.



As Coco hits theaters this Thanksgiving, there wasn’t much news to break about Pixar’s Día de los Muertos movie, which Lasseter called “breathtaking” and “incredibly emotional.” It’s set in Mexico and follows 12-year-old Miguel, who learns he is the great, great grandson of the most famous musician in all of Mexico, Ernesto de la Cruz (voiced by Benjamin Bratt).

Miguel’s family has banned music for many generations so, in one clip previewed for Hall D23, Miguel tries to sign up for the town’s talent show but isn’t able to without a guitar – which leads him to break into Ernesto’s tomb and steal his legendary guitar, setting off a series of supernatural events that transpots him to the land of the dead. Another clip took place in the Department of Family Reunions, packed with skeletons and talk of curses and the adorable scoundrel of a dog, Dante.

Mostly, the Coco portion provided a grand finale to the panel, a live mariachi performance by Miguel himself, actor Anthony Gonzalez, and Bratt, complete with a spectacular shower of confetti.

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Scillas, not bluebells

Okay so i have seen a lot of people refer to the flowers Yousef gave Sana as bluebells, and how they mean everlasting love, and how the now dead flowers could mean that the love between them is dead.

heres the thing tho. They aren’t bluebells. they are Scillas. They look a like, there are even a form of bluebell called Scilla non-scripta, but thats not what we have in Norway. Honestly i dont think what most people known as bluebells even grow in norway. Our Scilla (scientific name  Othocallis siberica, and also known as  Scilla sibirica). They have a different Norwegian name as well. Russeblåstjerne. Or Russe Blue star. Recognize the first part there? yep. The non dying russe-plot.

Thats not all though! while Bluebelles can symbolize everlasting love, does scillas have their whole own meaning. Forgive and Forget. And im not good at theories, but even i can see that forgiveness is a big part of the plot this season. Sana needs to forgive a lot of people, and to some degree, forget what they did as well. And people also need to forgive Sana, even though you could probably argue that they shouldn’t really need to. So theres that. 

another fun fact, our scilla is native to  Russia, the Caucasus, and Turkey



and what we Norwegians know as bluebells

  • APH Sweden: I didn't want to kiss him, it was HIS idea.
  • APH Finland: Wait. Who did you kiss, Sve?
  • APH Sweden: Norway, but it was his idea.
  • APH Finland: Was this before or after you ignore MY calls?
  • APH Denmark: Wait, you kissed Norway, Sve?
  • APH Norway: It was the stupid Kiss Cam. No big deal.
  • APH Finland: How is that no a big deal???
  • APH Norway: Sve told me that I had to.
  • APH Sweden: No, I didn't!
  • APH Denmark: I think we should make out, Fin.
  • APH Iceland: You are all so inmature, omg.

Connecting the disconnected: when South Asians accuse East Africans of cultural appropriation 

On August 9th, Yasmin Yonis, a Somali-American writer, caused a Twitter storm when she started a conversation about accusations of cultural appropriation made by South Asian Twitter against Black Twitter. At the core of the debate were headpieces, henna paintings, clothing, ear chains and necklaces worn by women in East Africa and elsewhere that South Asians claimed as theirs.

Conversations about cultural appropriation have since few years been on the rise but have, for obvious reasons, mainly focused on how white cultures appropriate those of people of colour. Debates between people of colour have largely been sidelined to Twitter, Tumblr and other social media conversations. Yonis’s tweets struck a nerve and were shared by thousands, predominately Black Twitter. She argued that most accusations of cultural theft made by South Asians against Africans are expressions of widespread anti-black racism amongst South Asian communities. And she is right.

When South Asians accuse East Africans of cultural appropriation, it is less about cultural relations or power dynamics at play. It’s about brownness and blackness. It boils down to a question of race-relations and border demarcations. Such accusations stem from both widespread ignorance, but also plain old racism. A few months ago, I started my own tweet conversation on the topic, and here’s an elaboration.

The sight of a Somali woman wearing a multi-coloured dirac wrapped around her body, or that of an Ethiopian woman with henna painted on her hands irritates many South Asians because it challenges centuries-old myths about their place in this world and racial hierarchy. It’s a sharp reminder that there are understudied connections between these two parts of the world and many of its diverse communities. But, many South Asians would rather want to sweep those under the rug and pretend they didn’t exist.

Truth being told, most South Asians can’t fathom to be related or share anything in common with Africans.

If you today casually ask South Asians about historic relations and shared cultural heritages with Africans, you will most likely receive a baffled look followed by a prompt and outright negation. We’ve in fact silenced our shared histories to the extent that scholarship needs to be produced outside of South Asia to force us to look into our pasts and face the histories that were never granted its rightful places in our own history books. And when we seldolmy discover them, we treat them as if they were some anomaly, some exotic trope or even human zoo. There’s today little interest in uncovering African-South Asian relations, unless it serves neoliberal projects. This stands in stark contrast to how many South Asians remember and write about their relationships to Arabs, Persians, Turks and European colonisers, and, importantly, how many South Asians claim ancestry based on such long, complicated and often times violent histories. You’ll search in vain for any references that will connect you to the African continent. And you’ll have to search long for any South Asian to claim African heritage on their own (unless they are busy appropriating Black American culture, of course) and find some form of pride in it.

For South Asians, the Indian Ocean that connects us to East Africa is only relevant when talking about Arab traders or European Invaders. African-South Asian histories find no space within it.

Africa is of course not a country and neither is South Asia. The millions of people and communities have different relations and degrees of connections towards each other. Just as their cultures may vary, so do their histories, relationships and genetic heritages. What unites South Asia across the board however, is their embracement of whiteness. The aspiration towards fairer skin drives them towards an ‘Aryanized’ reading of their bodies and histories, which values fair skinned-bodies while equally erasing dark-skinned ones. This reflects in South Asia’s most widespread religion, Hinduism, which vilifies dark bodies by construing them as either symbols of death or demons. Fair-skinned bodies are, on the hand, seen as those of saints and saviours. Any embrace of whiteness/lightness is therefore equally also a rejection of blackness/darkness.

The community I come from, Eelam Tamils from northeastern Sri Lanka, has for centuries been construed as black within the South Asian context, including by other islanders. One of Hinduism’s holy books, the Ramayan, depicts us in its North Indian interpretation, the most dominant one, as barbaric monsters whose island is burnt to the ground by fair-skinned saviours. Diwali, the festival that follows Ram’s return from Lanka, is today still celebrated in the North as a mythical victory over darkness. Eelam Tamil (often also referenced as ‘Sri Lankan Tamil’) is today a codeword amongst South Asians for darkness/blackness, even for Indian Tamils. In light of it, calling someone a Tamil can be used as a slur by fair-skinned South Asians against dark-skinned South Asians.

Within South Asia and its diasporas, we’re next to Afro-South Asians, Andamanese and Nicobarese people one of the main recipients of anti-black racism. Being called anti-black racial epithets however, doesn’t stop us from equally producing and maintaining anti-black racism towards others. Quite the opposite: it makes us even more eager to demarcate our differences.

When I today ask my mother why our hair texture isn’t the same as to that of Indians, she provides me a dry reply that we are not Indian. When I dig a little deeper and talk to her about her hair politics and put them in juxtaposition to those of black women, she usually reacts outraged. When I say dosai tastes like injera, injera like dosai, tibs like meat curries, meat curries like tibs, my family refuses to hear it. When I tell them of the Eritrean waitress who mistook my Eelam Tamil friend and I for a compatriot and started taking orders in Tigrigna, they laughed it off. When a group of Eritrean youths at a refugee welcome party full of white Germans and other light-skinned refugees took their seat on our table to start bond with us as if we’re family, it remained an anecdote without consequences. When an Eritrean friend told me about the many times she has been mistaken for a ‘Sri Lankan Tamil’, they said that’s impossible. When my cousin was approached by four elderly Somali men playing chess in a McDonald’s in Norway in Somali, it was reduced to little more than banal entertainment. When a Somali friend wore a sari and my parents said in delight that she looked like a Tamil girl, they didn’t think about the meaning of their words twice. When white men then called us the ’n’ word, we said we’re not ‘African’. When fair-skinned South Asians addressed us as black, we called them racists. These are just few of the anecdotes we carry around but find no space to articulate or share because of how we’re positioned between fair-skinned South Asians and white people — at the expenses of possible linkages and solidarities outside of both.

When American-Indian-Tamil comedian Aziz Ansari mistook 14-year-old American-Sudanese Ahmed Mohamed, who was arrested in Texas for having built a clock, for a ‘brown kid’ he could project his own bodily experiences upon, it was more than just a simple negation and/or confusion of/over Mohamed’s Black Arab heritage. It didn’t just speak to Mohamed’s type of blackness which sits at the borderlines of erasure and irritation amongst dominant Black and Arab narratives. It also spoke volumes about Ansari’s type of brownness which similarly struggles with erasure and dislocation from dominant South Asian narratives. Ansari’s misidentification shows how colour lines are not static or linear. Neither are black and brown two absolute separates that never collide, historically or in the present day. They can be ambiguous, confusing and even messy because of how racial classifications do not respond to the complexity and diversity of human bodies, experiences and self-identifications.

From attire to jewellery to food cultures to skin colour, there are many things we share. We’ve rich histories that require explorations. Anti-black racism, however, raises us to believe that we monopolise our own cultures, that they are the result of isolation or mingling with fair-skinned others — but never with our dark-skinned brethrens. It tells us that black folks do ‘brown’ things when we’re actually also doing ‘black’ things. Anti-black racism functions as a form of self-hatred amongst many of us that we’re raised with since childhood, and our communities have been instilled with for centuries, much longer than the first presence of European colonisers in the region. It remains deeply intertwined with Hinduism and South Asia’s resulting caste apartheid. Anti-black racism under white supremacy and Brahmin supremacy pushes us to position us closer to lightness than darkness in the quest of surviving racial and caste hierarchies. It makes my family think about the many intersections of our experiences as coincidences rather than results of shared histories.

When in 2004 the tsunami embarked from Ace, Indonesia, to kill tens of thousands on India’s and Sri Lanka’s coastlines, the waves didn’t cease there but continued all the way until they reached Somalia and Kenya’s coastlines. Several hundreds were subsequently killed hours after the first earthquake erupted thousands of km further east, on the Asian side of the ocean. Yet the 2004 tsunami remains to be remembered as an Asian catastrophe and not an Indian Ocean one. Most have in fact never heard about African victims of this catastrophe. It is reflective of our how mental borders, connections and knowledges are drawn, limited and reproduced by colonial mappings; how they erase connections that challenge their very raison d’être and hinder us from thinking beyond the spatialities colonialism has left us with.

But if we’d be able stop identifying by land but, say, the ocean, we’d not be people of two continents but one ocean. If we’d be able to think of the ocean as something that connects us rather than divides us, we could begin to reflect about the relationships, cultures and histories that bind us. We’d be pushed to move away from conceptions of Asia and Africa being two separate entities, but could see them as the fluid, interconnected spaces they are. It would enable us to build meaningful solidarities and embrace our darkness while remaining cognizant of how white supremacy and caste apartheid intersect and organise us to weaken us and see us as strangers, when we are in fact anything but. Our anti-black racism can erase many of our shared histories, even lead us to cry cultural appropriation when seeing Somali women wearing diracs, but it can’t erase the waters that connect us. 

By:  S. Varatharajah

PhD student @UCLgeography |Founder @rootsofdiaspora | Rsr @europapress_Islamrace|diaspora|migration|memory|geography|urbanity|
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