call of valhalla

Explaining Vikings And Other Barbaric Badasses

Now I’m a huge fan of the show Vikings, and my heritage comes from all over the world including that particular line. But my mother repeatedly expressed her pride on 3 of her ancestors, Native American’s, Germans, and the fuck mothering Vikings. It got me thinking… How the hell would we politely inform an alien that our past ancestors not only excelled at torture and bloodshed, but some cultures like Vikings took it to an unbelievable level. I imagine it would go something like so: 

“Human-Erica, I have a question regarding something we had discussed in our,” Grek’laz cleared his throat and moved one of his elongated arms to cover his mouth, a human like movement he had adopted while attempted to gather his thoughts upon speaking to one of the six humans aboard their ship. “Our um,” he tried to find the right words to discuss what he had learned, “Our Human Cultural Class. It was a brief history detailing the predatory and hearty nature of humans.” 

Erica brushed her hair behind her ear, raising a brow curiously. Grek’laz among many other species had often come to her and the other humans with questions regarding their Death World up bringing, it was rather fun seeing them learn something new about their species. “Grek you can ask anything, I told you all before. What’d you learn today?” 

Grek’laz pointed to above Erica’s bed with two of his tendril like fingers. The tall alien creature easily dwarfed the human before him, but the stories they had heard made him instinctively hunch forward, a method his species used to appear non-hostile. It didn’t help the humans had told him the smaller of their species could be the more violently inclined, a claim he hadn’t yet learned was a joke or serious.  Where he pointed at, there lay a blade behind some ancient and primitive symbol. The blade had strange yet simply carvings, and was rusted by the thousands of years it had been handled by the family. “That weapon, the… You claimed it was a sword, if my words are correct. We learned those symbols belonged to a tribe of warrior humans from you pre-technological era. Called ‘Vi-kin-gs’,” he slowly pulled the words out as he expressed it with the upmost respect. 

Erica kept her brow raised and nodded slowly, “Yes, and?” she encouraged him to continue. 

“We heard that these… Vikings… Were some of the most concerning warriors of their time? But that they… Revealed in battle? Craved it even?” He asked with hope that it was not true. He knew humans were seen as a military force not to be trifled with, but the ones he had known were peaceful, to think there use to be a clan that craved nothing more than battle was, to him, terrifying. 

Erica merely nodded, “Yep, my ancestors were Norse, or viking as they were called as well. They were some crazy bastards, the old beliefs they held said that to enter the highest of the heavens with honor meant you had to die bravely in battle. Only true warriors did. This lead them to be pretty creative, to say the least, in areas of hurting.” 

Grek’laz gulped, rubbing the back of its neck nervously, “I… I do not understand?” He questioned. He was morbidly curious. Though part of him did not wish to know. 

“The Blood Eagle, was something one of my ancestors went through if you want to believe the old tale.” 

“B-Blood Eagle?” He gulped again, “That sounds terrifying alone, dare I ask what it was?” 

“Do you dare?” She smirked, showing off the dense and wicked teeth all humans possessed. He nodded, much to his own dismay. “It was a fascinating process, though admittedly brutal beyond all standards. One of my ancestors had made a grave offense and attempted to steal the land of a Jarl, a ruler of such, and this Jarl was brothers to the King of all the land. My ancestor was punished with the Blood Eagle. It was said if you could take the pain without wincing, you would enter the heavens called Valhalla. But if you winced or cried out, you be damned.” She cleared her throat, hoping to spare Grek some of the details. The Elorians were more pacifist than most species. “They started by cutting your back open with a knife,” she could already see him flinch and look more and more nervous. “They then break open the back of the ribs, sometimes hammering them open. Then finally they pull the lungs out and rest them on your shoulders to look like the folded wings of an eagle.” 

Grek’laz looked as though he was about to vomit, just imaging the process made him sick. “Your ancestor … I weep for the torture, he must’ve been in such pain.” 

“Who knows? Stories say he never even made a sound, other then to scream to the Gods they believed in that he was coming very soon.” She chuckled softly. This was funny to her? Grek was truly terrified.

“Your world truly faced a monster, no offense, Human-Erica.” Grek gulped again in a panic. 

“Oh those were just the Vikings, humans all over the world were doing stuff on that level.” 


“Oh Grek … I really hope they tell you about the Spanish Inquisition,” Erica laughed before patting his side, for his shoulder was at least 2 feet higher than her. “I’m heading to the mess hall, join me if you want,” she nodded before making her way out. 

“I believe… I have lost my appetite,” he grumbled quietly. Humans… They were terrifying because they remembered these practices, whose to say they didn’t plan to use them if their enemies deserved it?


TITLE: Reverence


AUTHOR: hiddlemediddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being Loki’s one true love and being taken by Thanos/Odin in order to get him to comply.



A sharp sting culminated around the edges of your wrists as the cuffs etched along with the pull of the Asgardian warrior. You gazed at him, his face utterly expressionless as he mercilessly pulled you from one room to another, surveying your cuffs in order to establish whether or not they were tight enough around your wrists. You frowned, of course they were tight enough. 

You wondered, whilst looking at the guards surrounding you, whether any of them pitied your situation. After all, you had been taken against your will by Odin as you were traversing the halls of Asgard to find your lover. It was natural that Loki had enemies throughout the palace, though his own father.. or guardian, as Loki would call him.. were to go to such lengths as to kidnap you in order to communicate with him things that could be done over the table.

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take me out to the black

One year ago today the dear @sroloc–elbisivni​ sent me a message reminding me that we’d brainstormed a vague outline for a Firefly AU. I said “oh yeah that’s right!” and we talked about it for a bit. Then we came up with a different twist on it which inspired me to write about 7k of it in one week. I’ve been sitting on this for a long time, but I finally have part 1 ready for you guys. 

Who’s up for some space cowboys?

Summary: Captain Carolina Church is a turncoat, a browncoat, and the captain of a Firefly Class ship called Valhalla. But every captain needs a crew. 

Pairings: Tuckington, background docnut, implied Yorkalina pining.

When Carolina had been a child, living in the Core she’d looked up at the blank, orange-tinted night sky, and dreamed of stars.

Now she stares out the big bay windows of the cockpit, staring out at the vast and endless stretch of space before her, and it’s the first time she’s felt at peace since the early days of the war, when she’d been so sure she was fighting for the right reasons.”

“This isn’t enough,” Wash says, beside her. “We’ll need a crew.”

Carolina runs her hands along the pilot’s dash. Neither of them are really good enough at flying to handle it long–just enough to get them away from this planet, get them to place where they can start hiring. “I know,” she says. She’s oddly buoyed by the idea, of filling this ship to bursting, of people who look at her and don’t know what her last name means, don’t know her service record or her history, don’t know why Wash has those scars on his wrists.

She sinks into the pilot’s seat, and carefully continues to steer them.

“What’s her name?” Wash asks her.

Vallhala,” she says.

Wash gives her a long, knowing look. The coat he wears is as brown as hers.

“Right then,” he says, and there’s nothing more they need to say.

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Part 2 ~Odin The Father Of Gods And Men.

Originally posted by zelenka

(Gif Was Created By Zelenka) 

Odin, Wuotan, or Woden was the highest and holiest god of the Northern races. He was the all-pervading spirit of the universe, the personification of the air, the god of universal wisdom and victory,and the leader and protector of princes and heroes. As all the gods were supposed to be descended from him, he was surnamed Allfather, and as eldest and chief among them he occupied the highest seat in Asgard. Known by the name of Hlidskialf, this chair was not only an exalted throne, but also a mighty watch-tower, from whence he could overlook the whole world and see at a glance all that was happening among gods, giants, elves, dwarfs, and men. 

“ From the hall of Heaven he rode away 

To Lidsldalf, and sate upon his throne, 

The mount, from whence his eye surveys the world. 

And far from Heaven he turned his shining orbs 

To look on Midgard, and the earth, and men." 

Balder Dead (Matthew Arnold)

Odin’s Personal Appearance None but Odin and his wife and queen Frigga were privileged to use this seat, and when they occupied it they generally gazed towards the south and west, the goal of all the hopes and excursions of the Northern nations. Odin was generally represented as a tall, vigorous man, about fifty years of age, either with dark curling hair or with a long grey beard and bald head. He was clad in a suit of grey, with a blue hood, and his muscular body was enveloped in a wide blue mantle flecked with grey - an emblem of the sky with its fleecy clouds. In his hand Odin generally carried the infallible spear Gungnir, which was so sacred that an oath sworn upon its point could never be broken, and on his finger or arm he wore the marvellous ring, Draupnir, the emblem of fruitfulness, precious beyond compare. When seated upon his throne or armed for the fray, to mingle in which he would often descend to earth, Odin wore his eagle helmet; but when he wandered peacefully about the earth in human guise,to see what men were doing, he generally donned a broad-brimmed hat, drawn low over his forehead to conceal the fact that he possessed but one eye. Two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), perched upon his shoulders as he sat upon his throne, and these he sent out into the wide world every morning, anxiously watching for their return at nightfall, when they whispered into his ears news of all they had seen and heard. Thus he was kept well informed about everything that was happening on earth. 

” Hugin and Munin 

Fly each day 

Over the spacious earth. 

I fear for Hugin 

That he come not back, 

Yet more anxious am I for Munin.“ 

Norse Mythology (R. B. Anderson)

At his feet crouched two wolves or hunting hounds, Geri and Freki, animals which were therefore considered sacred to him, and of good omen if met by the way. Odin always fed these wolves with his own hands from meat set before him. He required no food at all for himself,and seldom tasted anything except the sacred mead. 

” Geri and Freki 

The war-wont sates, 

The triumphant sire of hosts;

But on wine only 

The famed in arms 

Odin, ever lives.“ 

Lay of Grlmnir (Thorpistr.)

When seated in state upon his throne, Odin rested his feet upon a footstool of gold, the work of the gods, all of whose furniture and utensils were fashioned either of that precious metal or of silver. Besides the magnificent hall Gladsheim, where stood the twelve seats occupied by the gods when they met in council, and Valaskialf, where his throne, Hlidskialf, was placed, Odin had a third palace in Asgard, situated in the midst of the marvellous grove Glasir, whose shimmering leaves were of red gold.

This palace,called Valhalla (the hall of the chosen slain), had five hundred and forty doors, wide enough to allow the passage of eight hundred warriors abreast, and above the principal gate were a boar’s head and an eagle whose piercing glance penetrated to the far corners of the world. The walls of this marvellous building were fashioned of glittering spears, so highly polished that they illuminated the hall. The roof was of golden shields,and the benches were decorated with fine armour, the god’s gifts to his guests. Here long tables afforded ample accommodation for the Einheriar, warriors fallen in battle,who were specially favoured by Odin.

” Easily to be known is, 

By those who to Odin come, 

The mansion by its aspect. 

Its roof with spears is laid, 

Its hall with shields is decked, 

With corselets are its benches strewed.“ 

Lay of Grimnir (Thorpe’s tr.) 

The ancient Northern nations, who deemed warfare the most honourable of occupations, and considered courage the greatest virtue, worshipped Odin principally as god of battle and victory. They believed that when ever a fight was impending he sent out his special attendants, the shield-, battle-, or wish-maidens, called Valkyries (choosers of the slain), who selected from the dead warriors one-half of their number, whom they bore on their fleet steeds over the quivering rainbow bridge, Bifröst into Valhalla. Welcomed by Odin’s sons, Hermod and Bragi, the heroes were conducted to the foot of Odin’s throne, where they received the praise due to their valour. When some special favourite of the god was thus brought into Asgard, Valfather (father of the slain), as Odin was called when he presided over the warriors, would sometimes rise from his throne and in person bid him welcome at the great entrance gate. 

Besides the glory of such distinction,and the enjoyment of Odin’s beloved presence day after day, other more material pleasures awaited the warriors in Valhalla. Generous entertainment was provided for them at the long tables, where the beautiful white-armed virgins, the Valkyries, having laid aside their armour and clad themselves in pure white robes, waited upon them with assiduous attention. These maidens, nine in number according to some authorities, brought the heroes great horns full of delicious mead, and set before them huge portions of boar’s flesh, upon which they feasted heartily. The usual Northern drink was beer or ale, but our ancestors fancied this beverage too coarse for the heavenly sphere. They therefore imagined that Valfather kept his table liberally supplied with mead or hydromel,which was daily furnished in great abundance by his she-goat Heidrun, who continually browsed on the tender leaves and twigs on Lerad, Yggdrasil’s top most branch. 

” Rash war and perilous battle, their delight; 

And immature, and red with glorious wounds, 

Unpeaceful death their choice: deriving thence 

A right to feast and drain immortal bowls, 

In Odin’s hall ; whose blazing roof resounds 

The genial uproar of those shades who fall 

In desperate fight,or by some brave attempt.“ 

Liberty(James Thomson)

The meat upon which the Einheriar feasted was the flesh of the divine boar Saehrimnir, a marvellous beast, daily slain by the cook Andhrimnir, and boiled in the great cauldron Eldhrimnir; but although Odin’s guests had true Northern appetites and gorged themselves to the full, there was always plenty of meat for all. 

” Andhrimnir cooks 

In Eldhrimnir 

Saehrimnir ; 

‘Tis the best of flesh; 

But few know 

What the einherjes eat.“ 

Lay of Grimnir (Anderson’s version)

Moreover, the supply was exhaustless, for the boar always came to life again before the time of the next meal. This miraculous renewal of supplies in the larder was not the only wonderful occurrence in Valhalla, for it is related that the warriors, after having eaten and drunk to satiety,always called for their weapons, armed themselves, and rode out into the great courtyard, where they fought against one another, repeating the feats of arms for which they were famed on earth, and recklessly dealing terrible wounds, which, however, were miraculously and completely healed as soon as the dinner horn sounded. 

” All the chosen guests of Odin 

Daily ply the trade of war ; 

From the fields of festal fight 

Swift they ride in gleaming arms, 

And gaily,at the board of gods, 

Quaff the cup of sparkling ale 

And eat Saehrimni’s vaunted flesh.“ 

Vafthrudni’s-mal (W. Taylors tr.)

Whole and happy at the sound of the horn, and bearing one another no grudge for cruel thrusts given and received, the Einheriar would ride gaily back to Valhalla to renew their feasts in Odin’s beloved presence, while the white-armed Valkyries, with flying hair, glided gracefully about, constantly filling their horns or their favourite drinking vessels, the skulls of their enemies, while the scalds sang of war and of stirring Viking forays.

 "And all day long they there are hack’d and hewn 

'Mid dust, and groans, and limbs lopped off,and blood ; 

But all at night return to Odin’s hall 

Woundless and fresh : such lot is theirs in heaven." 

Balder Dead (Matthew Arnold”)

Fighting and feasting thus, the heroes were said to spend their days in perfect bliss, while Odin delighted in their strength and number, which, however, he foresaw would not avail to prevent his downfall when the day of the last battle should dawn. As such pleasures were the highest a Northern warrior’s fancy could paint, it was very natural that all fighting men should love Odin, and early in life should dedicate themselves to his service. They vowed to die arms in hand, if possible,and even wounded themselves with their own spears when death drew near, if they had been unfortunate enough to escape death on the battlefield and were threatened with “ straw death,” as they called decease from old age or sickness.

“ To Odin then true-fast 

Carves he fair runics," 

Death-runes cut deep on his arm and his breast." 

Viking Tales of the North (R. B. Anderson)

In reward for this devotion Odin watched with special care over his favourites, giving them gifts, a magic sword, a spear, or a horse, and making them invincible until their last hour had come, when he himself appeared to claim or destroy the gift he had bestowed, and the Valkyries bore the heroes to Valhalla. 

” He gave to Hermod 

A helm and corselet, 

And from him Sigmund 

A sword received.“ 

Lay of Hyndla (Thorpe’s tr.)

When Odin took an active part in war, he generally rode his eight-footed grey steed, Sleipnir, and bore a white shield. His glittering spear flung over the heads of the combatants was the signal for the fray to commence, and he would dash into the midst of the ranks shouting his war cry: ” Odin has you all! “ 

"And Odin donned 

His dazzling corslet and his helm of gold, 

And led the way on Sleipnir." 

Balder Dead (Matthew Arnold). 

At times he used his magic bow, from which he would shoot ten arrows at once, every one invariably bringing down a foe. Odin was also supposed to  inspire his favourite warriors with the renowned ” Berserker rage “ (bare sark or shirt), which enabled them, although naked, weaponless, and sore beset, to perform unheard-of feats of valour and strength, and move about as with charmed lives. As Odin’s characteristics, like the all-pervading elements, were multitudinous, so also were his names, of which he had no less than two hundred, almost all descriptive of some phase of his activities. He was considered the ancient god of seamen and of the wind. 

” Mighty Odin, Norsemen hearts we bend to thee ! 

Steer our barks,all-potent Woden, 

O'er the surging Baltic Sea.“ 


Odin, as wind-god, was pictured as rushing through mid-air on his eight-footed steed, from which originated the oldest Northern riddle, which runs as follows : ” Who are the two who ride to the Thing ? Three eyes have they together,ten feet,and one tail: and thus they travel through the lands’“ And as the souls of the dead were supposed to be wafted away on the wings of the storm, Odin was worshipped as the leader of all dis embodied spirits. In this character he was most generally known as the Wild Huntsman, and when people heard the rush and roar of the wind they cried aloud in superstitious fear, fancying they heard and saw him ride past with his train,all mounted on snorting steeds, and accompanied by baying hounds. And the passing of the Wild Hunt, known as Woden’s Hunt, the Raging Host, Gabriel’s Hounds, or Asgardreia, was also considered a presage of such misfortune as pestilence or war.  

"The Rhine flows bright ; but its waves ere long 

Must hear a voice of war, 

And a clash of spears our hills among, 

And a trumpet from afar ; 

And the brave on a bloody turf must lie, 

For the Huntsman hath gone by! " 

The Wild Huntsman (Mrs. Hemans). 

It was further thought that if any were so sacrilegious as to join in the wild halloo in mockery, they would be immediately snatched up and whirled away with the vanishing host, while those who joined in the halloo with implicit good faith would be rewarded by the sudden gift of a horse’s leg, hurled at them from above, which, if carefully kept until the morrow, would be changed into a lump of gold. Even after the introduction of Christianity the ignorant Northern folk still dreaded the on-coming storm, declaring that it was the Wild Hunt sweeping across the sky.

” And oft-times will start, 

For overhead are sweeping Gabriel’s hounds, 

Doomed with their impious lord the flying hart 

To chase forever on aereal grounds.“ 

Sonnet (Wordsworth) 

Sometimes it left behind a small black dog, which, cowering and whining upon a neighbouring hearth, had to be kept for a whole year and carefully tended unless it could be exorcised or frightened away. The usual recipe, the same as for the riddance of change-lings, was to brew beer in egg-shells,and this performance was supposed so to startle the spectral dog that he would fly with his tail between his legs, exclaiming that, although as old as the Behmer, or Bohemian forest,he had never before beheld such an uncanny sight.

” I am as old 

As the Behmer wold, 

And have in my life 

Such a brewing not seen.“ 

Old Saying (Thorpe’s tr.) 

The object of this phantom hunt varied greatly,and was either a visionary boar or wild horse, white-breasted maidens who were caught and borne away bound only once in seven years, or the wood nymphs, called Moss Maidens, who were thought to represent the autumn leaves torn from the trees and whirled away by the wintry gale. In the middle ages, when the belief in the old heathen deities was partly forgotten, the leader of the Wild Hunt was no longer Odin, but Charlemagne, Frederick Barbarossa, King Arthur, or some Sabbath-breaker, like the Squire of Rodenstein or Hans von Hackelberg, who, in punishment for his sins, was condemned to hunt forever through the realms of air. As the winds blew fiercest in autumn and winter, Odin was supposed to prefer hunting during that season, especially during the time between Christmas and Twelfth- night,and the peasants were always careful to leave the last sheaf or measure of grain out in the fields to serve as food for his horse. This hunt was of course known by various names in the different countries of Northern Europe ; but as the tales told about it are all alike,they evidently originated in the same old heathen belief,and to this day ignorant people of the North fancy that the baying of a hound on a stormy night is an infallible presage of death. 

” Still,still shall last the dreadful chase, 

Till time itself shall have an end; 

By day, they scour earth’s cavern’d space, 

At midnight'switching hour, ascend. 

“ This is the horn, and hound, and horse 

That oft the lated peasant hears ; 

Appall’d,he signs the frequent cross, 

When the wild din invades his ears. " 

The wakeful priest oft drops a tear 

For human pride,for human woe, 

When, at his midnight mass, he hears 

The infernal cry of ” Holla, ho ! ’ “ 

Sir Walter Scott. 

The Wild Hunt, or Raging Host of Germany, was called Herlathing in England, from the mythical king Herla, its supposed leader ; in Northern France it bore the name of Mesnée d'Hellequin, from Hel, goddess of death; and in the middle ages it was known as Cain’s Hunt or Herod’s Hunt, these latter names being given because the leaders were supposed to be unable to find rest on account of the iniquitous murders of Abel, of John the Baptist, and of the Holy Innocents. In Central France the Wild Huntsman, whom we have already seen in other countries as Odin, Charle magne, Barbarossa, Rodenstein, von Hackelberg, King Arthur, Hel, one of the Swedish kings,Gabriel, Cain, or Herod, is also called the Great Huntsman of Fontainebleau (le Grand Veneur de Fontainebleau, and people declare that on the eve of Henry IV.’s murder, and also just before the outbreak of the great French Revolution, his shouts were distinctly heard as he swept across the sky. It was generally believed among the Northern nations that the soul escaped from the body in the shape of a mouse, which crept out of a corpses mouth and ran away, and it was also said to creep in and out of the mouths of people in a trance. While the soul was absent,no effort or remedy could recall the patient to life; but as soon as it had come back animation returned. 

As Odin was the leader of all disembodied spirits, he was identified in the middle ages with the Pied Piper of Hamelin. According to Medieval legends, Hamelin was so infested by rats that life became unbearable, and a large reward was offered to any who would rid the town of these rodents. A piper, in parti-coloured garments, offered to undertake the commission, and the terms being accepted, he commenced 'to play through the streets in such wise that, one and all,the rats were beguiled out of their holes until they formed a vast procession. There was that in the strains which compelled them to follow, until at last the river Weser was reached, and all were drowned in its tide. 

” And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, 

You heard as if an army muttered ; 

And the muttering grew to a grumbling ; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; 

And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. 

Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, 

Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, 

Grave old plodders,gay young friskers, 

Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, 

Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, 

Families by tens and dozens, 

Brothers, sisters,husbands, wives “ 

Followed the Piper for their lives. 

From street to street he piped advancing, 

And step for step they followed dancing, 

Until they came to the river Weser, 

Wherein all plunged and perished ! " 

Robert Browning. 

As the rats were all dead, and there was no chance of their returning to plague them, the people of Hamelin refused to pay the reward, and they bade the piper do his worst. He took them at their word, and a few moments later the weird strains of the magic flute again arose, and this time it was the children who swarmed out of the houses and merrily followed the piper. 

” There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling 

Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling; 

Small feet were pattering,wooden shoes clattering, 

Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, 

And, like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering, 

Out came all the children running. 

All the little boys and girls, 

With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, 

And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, 

Tripping and skipping,ran merrily after 

The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.“ 

Robert Browning. 

The burghers were powerless to prevent the tragedy, and as they stood spellbound the piper led the children out of the town to the Koppelberg, a hill on the confines of the town, which miraculously opened to receive the procession, and only closed again when the last child had passed out of sight. This legend probably originated the adage ” to pay the piper.“ The children were never seen in Hamelin again,and in commemoration of this public calamity all official decrees have since been dated so many years after the Pied Piper’s visit. 

"They made a decree that lawyers never 

Should think their records dated duly 

If,after the day of the month and year, 

These words did not as well appear,

’ And so long after what happened here 

On the Twenty-second of July, 

Thirteen hundred and seventy-six: 

’ And the better in memory to fix 

The place of the children’s last retreat, 

They called it the Pied Piper Street " 

Where any one playing on pipe or tabor 

Was sure for the future to lose his labour." 

Robert Browning.

In this myth Odin is the piper, the shrill tones of the flute are emblematic of the whistling wind, the rats represent the souls of the dead, which cheerfully follow him, and the hollow mountain into which he leads the children is typical of the grave. Bishop Hatto Another German legend which owes its existence to this belief is the story of Bishop Hatto, the miserly prelate,who, annoyed by the clamours of the poor during a time of famine, had them burned alive in a deserted barn, like the rats whom he declared they resembled, rather than give them some of the precious grain which he had laid up for himself. " 

’ I, faith,'tis an excellent bonfire ! ’ quoth he, ' 

And the country is greatly obliged to me 

For ridding it in these times forlorn 

Of rats that only consume the corn.”' 

Robert Southey. 

Soon after this terrible crime had been accomplished the bishop’s retainers reported the approach of a vast swarm of rats. These, it appears, were the souls of the murdered peasants, which had assumed the forms of the rats to which the bishop had likened them. His efforts to escape were vain, and the rats pursued him even into the middle of the Rhine, to a stone tower in which he took refuge from their fangs. They swam to the tower, gnawed their way through the stone walls,and, pouring in on all sides at once, they found the bishop and devoured him alive. 

“ And in at the windows, and in at the door, 

And through the walls, helter-skelter they pour, 

And down from the ceiling,and up through the floor, 

From the right and the left,from behind and before,

From within and without, from above and below, 

And all at once to the Bishop they go. 

They have whetted their teeth against the stones ; 

And now they pick the Bishop’s bones ; 

They gnaw’d the flesh from every limb, 

For they were sent to do judgement on him ! " 

Robert Southey.

The red glow of the sunset above the Rat Tower near Bingen on the Rhine is supposed to be the reflection of the hell fire in which the wicked bishop is slowly roasting in punishment for his heinous crime. In some parts of Germany Odin was considered to be identical with the Saxon god Irmin, whose statue, the Irminsul, near Paderborn, was destroyed by Charle magne in 772. Irmin was said to possess a ponderous brazen chariot, in which he rode across the sky along the path which we know as the Milky Way, but which the ancient Germans designated as Irmin’s Way. This chariot,whose rumbling sound occasionally became perceptible to mortal ears as thunder, never left the sky, where it can still be seen in the constellation of the Great Bear, which is also known in the North as Odin’s, or Charles’s,Wain. 

” The Wain, who wheels on high 

His circling course, and on Orion waits ; 

Sole star that never bathes in the Ocean wave.“ 

Homer’s Iliad (Derby’s tr.). 

Mimir’s Well - To obtain the great wisdom for which he is so famous, Odin, in the morn of time, visited Mimir’s (Memor, memory) spring,” the fountain of all wit and wisdom,“ in whose liquid depths even the future was clearly mirrored, and besought the old man who guarded it to let him have a draught. But Mimir, who well knew the value of such a favour (for his spring was considered the source or headwater of memory), refused the boon unless Odin would consent to give one of his eyes in exchange. The god did not hesitate, so highly did he prize the draught, but immediately plucked out one of his eyes, which Mimir kept in pledge, sinking it deep down into his fountain, where it shone with mild lustre, leaving Odin with but one eye, which is considered emblematic of the sun.

 "Through our whole lives we strive towards the sun; 

That burning forehead is the eye of Odin. 

His second eye, the moon, shines not so bright; 

It has he placed in pledge in Mimer’s fountain, 

That he may fetch the healing waters thence, 

Each morning, for the strengthening of this eye." 

Oehlenschlager (Howitt’s tr.).

Drinking deeply of Mimir’s fount, Odin gained the knowledge he coveted, and he never regretted the sacrifice he had made, but as further memorial of that day broke off a branch of the sacred tree Yggdrasil, which overshadowed the spring, and fashioned from it his beloved spear Gungnir. 

” A dauntless god 

Drew for drink to its gleam, 

Where he left in endless 

Payment the light of an eye. 

From the world-ash 

Ere Wotan went he broke a bough ; 

For a spear the staff 

He split with strength from the stem.“ 

Dusk of the Gods, Wagner (Forman’s tr.). 

But although Odin was now all-wise,he was sad and oppressed, for he had gained an insight into futurity and had become aware of the transitory nature of all things, and even of the fate of the gods, who were doomed to pass away. This knowledge so affected his spirits that he ever after wore a melancholy and contemplative expression. To test the value of the wisdom he had thus obtained, Odin went to visit the most learned of all the giants, Vafthrudnir, and entered with him into a contest of wit, in which the stake was nothing less than the loser’s head. 

” Odin rose with speed,and went 

To contend in runic lore 

With the wise and crafty Jute.

 To Vafthrudni’s royal hall 

Came the mighty king of spells.“ 

Vafthrudnis-mal (IV.Taylor’s tr.). 

Odin and Vafthrudnir - On this occasion Odin had disguised himself as a Wanderer, by Frigga’s advice, and when asked his name declared it was Gangrad. The contest of wit immediately began, Vafthrudnir questioning his guest concerning the horses which carried Day and Night across the sky, the river Ifing separating Jotunheim from Asgard, and also about Vigrid, the field where the last battle was to be fought. All these questions were minutely answered by Odin, who, when Vafthrudnir had ended, began the interrogatory in his turn, and received equally explicit answers about the origin of heaven and earth, the creation of the gods,their quarrel with the Vanas, the occupations of the heroes in Valhalla, the offices of the Norns, and the rulers who were to replace the Æsir  when they had all perished with the world they had created. But when, in conclusion, Odin bent near the giant and softly inquired what words Allfather whispered to his dead son Balder as he lay upon his funeral pyre, Vafthrudnir suddenly recognised his divine visitor. Staring back in dismay, he declared that no one but Odin himself could answer that question,and that it was now quite plain to him that he had madly striven in a contest of wisdom and wit with the king of the gods,and fully deserved the penalty of failure, the loss of his head. 

” Not the man of mortal race 

Knows the words which thou hast spoken 

To thy son in days of yore. 

I hear the coming tread of death ; 

He soon shall raze the runic lore, 

And knowledge of the rise of gods, 

From his ill-fated soul who strove 

With Odin’s self the strife of wit, 

Wisest of the wise that breathe : 

Our stake was life,and thou hast won.“ 

Vafthrudnis-mal (W. Taylor’s tr.). 

As is the case with so many of the Northern myths, which are often fragmentary and obscure, this one ends here, and none of the scalds informs us whether Odin really slew his rival, nor what was the answer to his last question; but mythologists have hazarded the suggestion that the word whispered by Odin in Balder’s ear, to console him for his untimely death, must have been ” resurrection.“ 

Invention of Runes - Besides being god of wisdom, Odin was god and inventor of runes, the earliest alphabet used by Northern nations, which characters, signifying mystery, were at first used for divination,although in later times they served for inscriptions and records. Just as wisdom could only be obtained at the cost of sacrifice, Odin himself relates that he hung nine days and nights from the sacred tree Yggdrasil, gazing down into the immeasurable depths of Niflheim, plunged in deep thought,and self-wounded with his spear, ere he won the knowledge he sought. 

” I know that I hung 

On a wind-rocked tree 

Nine whole nights, 

With a spear wounded, 

And to Odin offered 

Myself to myself; 

On that tree Of which no one knows 

From what root it springs.“ 

Odin’s Rune-Song (Thorpe’s tr.). 

When he had fully mastered this knowledge, Odin cut magic runes upon his spear Gungnir, upon the teeth of his horse Sleipnir, upon the claws of the bear, and upon countless other animate and inanimate things. And because he had thus hung over the abyss for such a long space of time, he was ever after considered the patron divinity of all who were condemned to be hanged or who perished by the noose. After obtaining the gift of wisdom and runes, which gave him power over all things, Odin also coveted the gift of eloquence and poetry, which he acquired in a manner which we shall relate in a subsequent chapter. 

Odin, as has already been stated, took great interest in the affairs of mortals, and, we are told, was specially fond of watching King Hrauding’s handsome little sons, Geirrod and Agnar, when they were about eight and ten years of age respectively.One day these little lads went fishing,and a storm suddenly arose which blew their boat far out to sea, where it finally stranded upon an island, upon which dwelt a seeming old couple,who in reality were Odin and Frigga in disguise. They had assumed these forms in order to indulge a sudden passion for the close society of their proteges. The lads were warmly welcomed and kindly treated,Odin choosing Geirrod as his favourite, and teaching him the use of arms, while Frigga petted and made much fuss of little Agnar. The boys tarried on the island with their kind protectors during the long, cold winter season ; but when spring came, and the skies were blue, and the sea calm, they embarked in a boat which Odin provided,and set out for their native shore. Favoured by gentle breezes, they were soon wafted thither ; but as the boat neared the strand Geirrod quickly sprang out and pushed it far back into the water, bidding his brother sail away into the evil spirit’s power. 

At that self-same moment the wind veered, and Agnar was indeed carried away, while his brother hastened to his father’s palace with a lying tale as to what had happened to his brother. He was joyfully received as one from the dead, and in due time he succeeded his father upon the throne. Years passed by, during which the attention of Odin had been claimed by other high considerations, when one day, while the divine couple were seated on the throne Hlidskialf, Odin suddenly remembered the winter’s so journ on the desert island, and he bade his wife notice how powerful his pupil had become, and taunted her because her favourite Agnar had married a giantess and had remained poor and of no consequence. Frigga quietly replied that it was better to be poor than hard-hearted, and accused Geirrod of lack of hospitality - one of the most heinous crimes in the eyes of a Northman. She even went so far as to declare that in spite of all his wealth he often ill-treated his guests. When Odin heard this accusation he declared that he would prove the falsity of the charge by assuming the guise of a Wanderer and testing Geirrod’s generosity. Wrapped in his cloud-hued raiment, with slouch hat and pilgrim staff," 

” Wanderer calls me the world, 

Far have I carried my feet, 

On the back of the earth

I have boundlessly been,“

” Wagner (Formans tr.). 

Odin immediately set out by a roundabout way, while Frigga, to outwit him, immediately despatched a swift messenger to warn Geirrod to beware of a man in wide mantle and broad-brimmed hat, as he was a wicked enchanter who would work him ill. When, therefore, Odin presented himself before the king’s palace he was dragged into Geirrod’s presence and questioned roughly. He gave his name as Grimnir, but refused to tell whence he came or what he wanted, so as this reticence confirmed the suspicion suggested to the mind of Geirrod, he allowed his love of cruelty full play,and commanded that the stranger should be bound between two fires,in such wise that the flames played around him without quite touching him, and he remained thus eight days and nights,in obstinate silence,without food. Now Agnar had returned secretly to his brother’s palace,where he occupied a menial position,and one night when all was still, in pity for the suffering of the unfortunate captive, he conveyed to his lips a horn of ale. But for this Odin would have had nothing to drink - the most serious of all trials to the god. At the end of the eighth day, while Geirrod, seated upon his throne, was gloating over his prisoners sufferings, Odin began to sing - softly at first,then louder and louder,until the hall re-echoed with his triumphant notes “ a prophecy that the king, who had so long enjoyed the god’s favour,would soon perish by his own sword. 

” The fallen by the sword 

Ygg shall now have ; 

Thy life is now run out : 

Wroth with thee are the Disir: 

Odin thou now shalt see : 

Draw near to me if thou canst.“ 

Samunds Edda (Thorpe’s tr)

As the last notes died away the chains dropped from his hands, the flames flickered and went out, and Odin stood in the midst of the hall, no longer in human form, but in all the power and beauty of a god. On hearing the ominous prophecy Geirrod hastily drew his sword, intending to slay the insolent singer; but when he beheld the sudden transformation he started in dismay, tripped,fell upon the sharp blade, and perished as Odin had just foretold. Turning to Agnar, who, according to some accounts, was the king’s son, and not his brother, for these old stories are often strangely confused, Odin bade him ascend the throne in reward for his humanity, and, further to repay him for the timely draught of ale, he promised to bless him with all manner of prosperity. On another occasion Odin wandered to earth, and was absent so long that the gods began to think that they would not see him in Asgard again. This en couraged his brothers Vili and Vé , who by some mythologists are considered as other personifications of himself, to usurp his power and his throne, and even, we are told,to espouse his wife Frigga. 

” Be thou silent,Frigg ! 

Thou art Fiorgyn’s daughter 

And ever hast been fond of men,

Since Vé and Vili, it is said, 

Thou, Vidrir’s wife, didst 

Both to thy bosom take.“ 

Semunds Edda (Thorpe’s tr.).

May Day Festivals -  But upon Odin’s return the usurpers vanished forever ; and in commemoration of the disappearance of the false Odin, who had ruled seven months and had brought nothing but unhappiness to the world, and of the return of the benevolent deity, the heathen Northmen formerly celebrated yearly festivals, which were long continued as May Day rejoicings. Until very lately there was always, on that day, a grand procession in Sweden, known as the May Ride, in which a flower-decked May king (Odin) pelted with blossoms the fur-enveloped Winter (his supplanter), until he put him to ignominious flight. In England also the first of May was celebrated as a festive occasion,in which May pole dances, May queens, Maid Marian, and Jack in the Green played prominent parts. As personification of heaven, Odin, of course, was the lover and spouse of the earth,and as to them the earth bore a threefold aspect, the Northmen depicted him as a polygamist,and allotted to him several wives. The first among these was Jord (Erda),the primitive earth,daughter of Night or of the giantess Fiorgyn. She bore him his famous son Thor, the god of thunder. The second and principal wife was Frigga,a personification of the civilised world. She gave him Balder, the gentle god of spring,Hermod, and, according to some authorities,Tyr. The third wife was Rinda, a personification of the hard and frozen earth, who reluctantly yields to his warm embrace, but finally gives birth to Vali, the emblem of vegetation. Odin is also said to have married Saga or Laga, the goddess of history (hence our verb ” to say “), and to have daily visited her in the crystal hall of Sokvabek, beneath a cool,ever-flowing river,to drink its waters and listen to her songs about olden times and vanished races.

 ” Sokvabek, hight the fourth dwelling; 

Over it flow the cool billows ; 

Glad drink there Odin and Saga 

Every day from golden cups.“ 

Norse Mythology(R. B. Anderson). 

His other wives were Grid, the mother of Vidar ; Gunlod, the mother of Bragi ; Skadi ; and the nine giantesses who simultaneously bore Heimdall ” all of whom play more or less important parts in the various myths of the North.

The Historical Odin -  Besides this ancient Odin, there was a more modern, semi-historical personage of the same name, to whom all the virtues, powers, and adventures of his predecessor have been attributed. He was the chief of the Æsir, inhabitants of Asia Minor, who, sore pressed by the Romans, and threatened with destruction or slavery, left their native land about 70 B.C., and migrated into Europe. This Odin is said to have conquered Russia, Germany, Denmark, Norway, and Sweden, leaving a son on the throne of each conquered country. He also built the town of Odenso. He was welcomed in Sweden by Gylfi, the king,who gave him a share of the realm, and allowed him to found the city of Sigtuna, where he built a temple and introduced a new system of worship. Tradition further relates that as his end drew near, this mythical Odin assembled his followers, publicly cut himself nine times in the breast with his spear, “ a ceremony called ” carving Geir odds,“ ” and  told them he was about to return to his native land Asgard, his old home, where he would await their coming, to share with him a life of feasting, drinking, and fighting. According to another account, Gylfi,having heard of the power of the Æsir , the inhabitants of Asgard, and wishing to ascertain whether these reports were true,  journeyed to the south. In due time he came to Odin’s palace,where he was expected,and where he was deluded by the vision of Har, lafn-har, and Thridi, three divinities, enthroned one above the other. The gate keeper, Gangler, answered all his questions,and gave him a long explanation of Northern mythology, which is recorded in the Younger Edda, and then, having finished his instructions,suddenly vanished with the palace amid a deafening noise. According to other very ancient poems, Odin’s sons, Weldegg, Beldegg, Sigi, Skiold, Sasming, and Yngvi, became kings of East Saxony, West Saxony, Franconia, Denmark, Norway, and Sweden, and from them are descended the Saxons, Hengist and Horsa, and the royal families of the Northern lands. Still another version relates that Odin and Frigga had seven sons, who founded the Anglo-Saxon heptarchy. In the course of time this mysterious king was confounded with the Odin whose worship he introduced, and all his deeds were attributed to the god. Odin was worshipped in numerous temples, but especiallyin the great fane at Upsala, where the most solemn festivals were held, and where sacrifices were offered. The victim was generally a horse, but in times of pressing need human offerings were made, even the king being once offered up to avert a famine. 

“ Upsal’s temple, where the North 

Saw Valhal’s halls fair imag’d here on earth." 

Viking Tales of the North (R. B. Anderson).

The first toast at every festival here was drunk in his honour, and, besides the first of May, one day in every week was held sacred to him, and, from his Saxon name, Woden, was called Woden’s day, whence the English word ” Wednesday “ has been derived. It was customary for the people to assemble at his shrine on festive occasions,to hear the songs of the scalds, who were rewarded for their minstrelsy by the gift of golden bracelets or armlets,which curled up at the ends and were called ” Odin’s serpents.“ There are but few remains of ancient Northern art now extant, and although rude statues of Odin were once quite common they have all disappeared,as they were made of wood ” a perishable substance,which in the hands of the missionaries,and especially of Olaf the Saint, the Northern iconoclast,was soon reduced to ashes. “ There in the Temple, carved in wood, The image of great Odin stood.” Saga of King Olaf (Longfellow). Odin himself is supposed to have given his people a code of laws whereby to govern their conduct, in a poem called Havamal, or the High Song, which forms part of the Edda. In this lay he taught the fallibility of man, the necessity for courage, temperance, independence, and truthfulness,respect for old age, hospitality, charity,and contentment, and gave instructions for the burial of the dead. 

“ At home let a man be cheerful, 

And toward a guest liberal; 

Of wise conduct he should be, 

Of good memory and ready speech; 

If much knowledge he desires, 

He must often talk on what is good." 

Havamal (Thorpe’s tr.).

Thanks for reading and please excuse any typos 

anonymous asked:

COFFEESHOPP FIERROCHASE AU! Oneshot, headcanon, anything would be great!

ok ok so im not good at fanfics so I’m going to do a head canon, and work on a draft for a fanfic. That wayI can post the fanfic when I’m confident but for now your stuck with this head canon! Hope you enjoy :,)

NOW PRESENTING: Coffee Scented Sexual Tension 

‌• Magnus is the Barista at this shop called the Valhalla b/c there coffee is literally heaven

‌• the whole 19th floor works there and there all friendly 

‌• halfborn is the biggest klutz and is only working there to hang out with mallory 

‌• Sam owns the place while T.J. manages it and they work well together so well 

‌• So Alex shows up one day looking for a job and a place to spend his time rather than home

‌• and it isn’t until like a month after he’s been working there that Magnus learns him and sam are cousins 

‌• And so magnus gets to train Alex for his new job and he can not stop staring 

‌• and “its ok if you’re attracted you know”

‌• And magnum’s face just burns bright red and just Damn Alex Fierro

‌• and Alex is the sarcastic little bitch she is and when a homophobic costumer mis-pronouns her purpously she’s ready to yell but instead she just spits in there coffee when they aren’t looking lets be real

‌• and she spits because last time that happened she wasn’t allowed to take orders for a week b/c they didn’t want Alex to get hurt again from someone mis using her pronouns

‌• and one day Halfborn spills coffee on Alex and Magnus

‌• because he’s a klutz

‌• yep thats totally why

‌• so they have to go clean up and it’s a mess because Magnus really cant stop staring when Alex changes 

‌• ‘wtf are you looking at?’

‌• ‘nothing’

‌• but there only one clean uniform shirt left, so Magnus offers Alex his spare shirt

• and Magnus just has to give him his numbers because how else is he going to get the shirt back 

I would give you another choice. An offer. A position of sorts. When they perish in the fields of war, you will carry the souls of deserving warriors to place called Valhalla, where they shall know everlasting peace. You will be their protector and their guide, when they leave the Mortal Realm. But you will be more, as well. You will be a symbol. Men will commit great acts of bravery and sacrifice, for just the hope of glimpsing your face. You will inspire them. And I give you my word, girl, if you do this, one day, many ages from now, when your service is finished, you will join your lost love there, in paradise. This is your calling, Brunhilde of Wrlstead Arms, If you would have it, you will be my Valkyrie.

Tom Hardy’s Nostrils: Take 3

Third attempt at getting this up.  Saved it as a Draft, after each point saved again.  Hope it works.  Anyways, So my fifth screening of Mad Max: Fury Road was in this low budget theater, and this…is how close I was…

I could seriously see up everyone’s nostrils.  Had to lay my back on the ass of the seat to see the screen properly.  Those are my knees, and that is the speaker in front of me, and that is Furiosa.  I could literally stand up and lean over the speakers and touch her neck if I wanted to.  I didn’t because that might disrupt the movie for the twenty other people behind me.  Those people are also why I didn’t take more pics of decenter quality.  But anyways…let’s get on with this…again *sighs*

Observations I’ve made during this and previous viewings that I am finally sharing.

1.  Why Slit was so dead set on driving.  Slit is a dick as we all know, but there could be more to that in this movie.  We first see him he’s a grumpy man with a look of vengeance in his eyes and a flexing of his fingers like he’s walking in bout to tear shit up. Someone’s going down, his body language alone says that.  My guess is he’s got a vendetta against someone, possibly Morsov, possibly Furiosa.  Me myself, I like to think that though he and Morsov weren’t always on the best terms, he and Furiosa were worse off.  I even think she might have been the one to fuck up his eye, punch him straight in the skull with her metal fist, Max’s kicking only making it worse.  Slit’s is also, though a proficient Lancer, a horrible shot with a gun, but maybe that’s due to his fucked up more eye?  Or, highly unlikely, he wanted to keep Nux alive as long as possible, but in a cult worshiping death, that’s easily arguable. 

2.  On top of Slit being on the hunt, him taking over as driver and halting Furiosa’s progress would certainly guarantee him the acknowledgement he believes he deserves.  We think he’s gone through life always as second best, runner up, that spot near the War Rig taken from him by some Mediocre piece of trash Morsov (possibly).  This is his chance to shine, to do something glorious, return Joe his Wives and finally achieve that recognition he so desperately desires.

3.  Slit’s Scars.  Being so close to the movie screen, I was able to pick out A LOT more details.  I fancied Slit’s stomach well enough (y’all know I like me my Slit after all) and by god the amount of detail he has placed into his scarification!  So many intricate designs on his stomach, I was captivated by the few seconds spared to allow a glimpse of one scar among the dozens of the story he told in his skin.  I think it was a guitar?!  Was that a guitar?!  Or was it something else, hammer or something?  I don’t know, but if one must watch this movie it must be on a forty by twenty screen and frame by frame, I swear ;) His stomach and right arm also look like they were once upon a time burned?

4.  Angharad’s scars.  My first couple viewings I thought she had scarred herself in some significant way, a net or web design but that’s not the case.  Her scars are just clumps of scars and I never did get a good look at the ones on her arm.  I would have liked the net idea though.

5.  How close are Slit and Nux really?  As far as having the mindset of children, it can be safe to say they are feuding brothers a lot of the time.  Slit falls off the back of the Nux Car, and of course there’s nothing Nux can do about it, but when they have a chance to be reunited, Nux almost totally shuns him, unless they got together between the Canyon blowing and Immortan’s arrival, but even then that doesn’t leave a lot of time.  There’s also the matter of Slit almost begging to go with he and Immortan in pursuit of the Wives, showing the trophy that is Max’s boot only to be ignored by both his leader and his friend, who smiles like an idiot, almost as if to say “haha, Dad chose me and not you.”  Nux you lil dick.

6. The music box.  It had to have come from the Vuvalini, unless Nux or Furiosa were carrying it around in their pocket, because Max had no personal effects save for his jacket and brace and the clothes on his back. 

7.  Concerns for Nux’s poor lil head.  When Max and the Vuvalini/Wives discuss taking back the Citadel, you can make out Nux hanging his head in the back, just a glimpse, and I’m not sure if it’s cinematic or not, but I noticed it and I wondered ‘oh you poor dear’ because not only are they going back home to the Citadel, they’re going to be going to war with his War Boy brethren.  We’ve noticed he takes no action in the scuffle between the War Rig and the War Parties aside from keeping the Rig going, and even then you can see the disconcert in his eyes.

8.  He hears Slit, supposedly his closest friend, call for Valhalla.  As close or not as close as they were, it still affects him.  If it didn’t, the camera would not cut to Nux under the rig while Slit blazes into glory.  He also does not look his best when he returns to the rig, knowing his friend is dead, and probably noticing no Witness, for there was no Witness to give to Slit.  When it is exclaimed that Joe is dead, Nux looks almost in disbelief, for his God and Father is not the immortal he thought him to be, regardless what others possibly told him during their trip, he is still awestruck by the news.

9.  Nux’s faint glance over when Dag is praying to “anyone who’s listening”.  This boy has only been away from home a couple days, and it is safe to say he is still faithful to his own religion, but on a more humble level, as we see him still ask for Witness at the end, albeit not for glory or recognition, but for the heart of love and others, to show that his sacrifice is more than just a show.  He questions it now, but he has not lost that faith, so imagine the wheels turning in his head when he hears Dag’s response to Toast about praying.

10.  Nux and Max BOTH get TWO new boots.  Max changes out his and Nux’s biker boots for a pair similar to the one Slit pulled off him, and Nux is given two new black combat boots, relieving him of the ankle cuff thingy he had round his ankle for no doubt, keeping his pants tight round the limb.

11.  Nux is listening to Furiosa and Max speak of hope and redemption.  It is easily glanced over but it’s there, and you can see again here, the wheels turn in his head, for his entire world he is learning is built off of lies and the innocent lives of many.  Here he learns that even he has a chance to redeem himself, to give back and make better the world he has helped tear apart and build up into a wretched heap of fire and metal.

12. Nux’s goggles.  Capable does not have them.  Those must be what she found around the Rig, for Nux lost his during the crash, for he was wearing them at no time afterwards, unless Max found them and pocketed them but I doubt it.  Darn, and i really liked the idea that Cape had taken Nux’s goggles.  Ah well :/

13.  Toast and toothpicks.  Doesn’t get more cliched badass than that.  Not that I’m complaining ;)

14.  Furiosa tries to move the Rig by pushing it.  Furi, I love your enthusiasm, but just because you have a metal arm, that doesn’t make you an extra strong cyborg.  It really doesn’t.  And Max, stop holding onto the tree before you lose your hands to gun shots.  These two, so cute when they’re determined to do the impossible.

15.  War Boys climbing the Doof Wagon. Possibly to save Coma near the end? Also, I’d like to know that happy asshole who gets to be the one to drive the Doof Wagon.

16.  Coma is nowhere to be found once the Wagon crashes into the Rig.  Hopefully, one of those climbing War Boy saved him, or he slipped out his onsie and ran for the hills.

17.  Helen Keller meets Dethklok.  Coma is sightless, and it is safe to say he is also hearingless considering how much he is expected to play with those amps straight behind him.  (and iota confirmed this) He doesn’t give two shits about what’s going on around him, as most of what he can tell is told through him by vibrations, when they have stopped and when they are moving again. Blind and Deaf he communicates through the chords of his guitar and morse/hand lettering upon his person, hand, shoulder, anywhere someone can talk to him.  Not only this, but he has memorized every piece of music he has learned and is able to communicate to the War Parties their orders via riffs.  How fucking amazing is that that this culture can literally understand music?! 

18.  When Rictus announces his deceased little brother, the War Parties holler and rev their engines in Witness (or just recognition but these are War Boys we’re talking about here).

19.  Everyone is fucked once those War Parties return, unless Furiosa can come up wiht a plan to calm everyone down.

20. Things I almost forgot:  Pups on Drums are adorable.  Also, what’s with that lil group of Pups so eager to DEFY their elder guardians, confused and befuddled as they were, to lift Furiosa and the Wives and Wretched and remaining Vuvalini up?  Serious backlash could ensure but these lil rapscallions give no hoots for such a thing, which makes me wonder if Furiosa didn’t have Pup help to get the Wives from the Safe to the Rig. Eventually the guardians agree so…psh?

21.  Pan out of War Pups near the end.  They are symbolic for they are the future, they are hope.

21. “Lastly, that end credit scene where Max, in attempts to make his own way, ends up returning to the Citadel the next day with a carload of injured and whining War Boys and Vuvalini including Nux and Slit and Ace and Valkyrie and Keeper and even Rictus because George Miller knows how to tease us with alleged character deaths :3,” is what I would say if it were true :(

Michelle Nolden to be Lost Girl’s Freyja

Michelle Nolden, who was Vice President Kathleen Spence in 11 episodes of NIKITA in 2013, and William Murdoch’s sister in MURDOCH MYSTERIES episode #49, will be Freyja in the Season 5 premiere of LOST GIRL. In Norse myth, Freyja is the estranged wife of Odin, and runs an alternative version of Valhalla called Folkvangr. It was previously reported here that Charisma Carpenter would play Freyja, but apparently the role has been recast.

Nolden is also Dr. Dawn Bell on SAVING HOPE, the CTV drama that also hasK.C. Collins (formerly LOST GIRL’s Hale) as Dr. Tom Reycraft.

Her next film appearance will be as Diane Bauer in A CHRISTMAS HORROR STORY, which also will star Zoé De Grand Maison (Gracie Johanssen in ORPHAN BLACK Season 2).