What do you think about Ariana grande and the charity concert
I think it’s fucking incredible that not even 2 weeks after that happened, she managed to organise the whole thing. I think it’s incredible that every bit of money that is made is going to help the families of those who died and the victims that survived but not without significant pain and suffering. I think it’s pretty incredible that she was apparently in hysterics and inconsolable for nearly 24 hours after it happened, but she came back to the city it happened in to give something good to those people. I think it’s incredible to see the support of so many other artists for the people of Manchester. I think it’s the best thing that could have happened honestly. They wanted us scared, they wanted us to be scared to do what we love, that’s why they targeted the place they targeted. And instead we’ve put on an even bigger show, brought even more people together, spread love and support and acceptance. It’s the most beautiful show of support and the best fuck you to everything the people that plan these attacks stand for.
Before this all happened, I didn’t really pay Ariana any attention, and I wasn’t a fan of her music. But after all of this, and the grace and poise and class that she’s responded to this situation with, I have nothing but respect for her.
I can’t get over that scene in IT when pennywise says “This isn’t real enough for you Bill? Am I not real enough for you? It was real enough for Georgie.” It was delivered SO well, and Bill’s face was just full of pure terror and heartbreak. Ugh it gives me chills when I think about it. Im ded.
“The way the world is made. The truth is all
around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the
day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other
white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet.
Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites.
Everywhere, the war.”
The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark, and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful, and full of hope. One is black, the other white.There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life.
Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war. (insp.)
The fact is, there is no highly organised network of jihadis working to ceaselessly undermine Western democracy from within the ‘Muslim community’. Such a simplistic understanding, imported from the Bush-era ‘War on Terror’, only serves to perpetrate endless cycles of international warfare, racist backlash and domestic political repression.
Are we really surprised that kids from dirt-poor, ghettoised communities -
- who watched the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan on the TV when they were young,
- who grew up experiencing racism and discrimination at school,
- who see images of people with the same colour skin as themselves routinely degraded in the media,
- who have had vital public services, youth clubs and social services taken away by successive austerity administrations,
- can fall into the clutches of opportunist recruiters on Internet forums and chat rooms in their own bedrooms, away from any stabilising influence in their faith community,
- and feel the need to claw some kind of power back by committing horrific acts of violence against the society which has made their lives a misery?
It’s a comfortable fiction to convince ourselves that there is ‘no motive’ for the awful acts committed in Manchester and in London. Flooding Britain’s streets with military personnel and sliding towards a police state is stupefyingly insufficient: if we can’t understand the underlying social conditions which motivate these violent, grotesque, twisted individuals - and address them head on - then we cannot even hope to truly fight terrorism.
Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader
have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or
something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore
you Ivar x Reader’s!
Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.
Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.
delicious.“ Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook
it or the slaves?”
You smiled at him.
“I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”
“And you think I
do?” He replied with grin.
“Well, I don’t
know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”
“Of course not. I
just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you
make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having
servants tending to all my wishes.”
“Is that not what
you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the
He groaned and threw
one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”
You ducked under the
flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the
next few weeks.”
“Then maybe you
should change your mind and come with me.”
Your grin faded and
you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my
father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else
to take care of him.”
“I know. But I
will miss you.”
You reached across
the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come
back to me.”
He placed his hand
on yours. “Always.”
You smiled at each
other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so
many times in the past.
After a while Ivar
broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been
all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of
helping your brother.”
He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.
“Why are you
spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his
tone now clearly annoyed.
You rolled your
eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but
sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of
“He is building a
house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some
help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.
“If you help him
with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”
“And was Margrethe
“No she wasn’t.
She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were
starting to lose your patience.
narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone
with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting
“What else would
we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out
louder and more angry than you had intended.
“I don’t know.
That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming
completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was
very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care
for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind.
How could he dare to accuse you of such things?
“You know what,
Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from
one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and
play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone
else because I’m really tired of it.”
You saw Ivar’s
eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but
it was too late to take them back.
Ivar leaned over the
table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.
You also leaned
forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was
clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such
anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were
taught to never let your fear show.
“I don’t belong
to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his
You could see him
clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting
to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle
because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could
react his hand closed around your throat.
“You are mine.”
He repeated, voice shaking with anger.
tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the
sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream
was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to
open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows
began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body
demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a
strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of
utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face,
then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip
softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand
as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.
As the fear left
your body the anger came back.
“Get out of here.”
You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.
You had made sure he
had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with
his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his
anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it
happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You
had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it
was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you
couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind
of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not
wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and
thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And
now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.
But as the weeks
passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were
worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to
him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you
One evening you were
sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody
that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You
turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was
leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t
heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and
sink into his arms but you still weren’t sure if you had forgiven
him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from
your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but
as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could
see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he
gained back control and his grin only grew wider.
“Are you not going
to ask me in?”
“Where’s the point
when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your
voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“We just arrived
about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in
front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”
Your eyes narrowed.
You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can
command me to do anything!”
His grin came back
to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to.
I can see it in your eyes.”
He was right.
Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You
wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to
him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an
effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that
he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your
chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him,
eyes blazing with anger.
“Don’t you dare to
tell me what I want.”
His grin didn’t fade
one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N.
There’s no point in denying that.”
You hated him so
much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your
anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than
you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards
he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down
with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell
down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of
“Get off me!”
You hissed and pushed against his chest.
Ivar just smirked at
you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head.
Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could
feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to
suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips
against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger
inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.
He chuckled at you.
“See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want
You gave him an
angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes
and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his
hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers
slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused
grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on
yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into
his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit
with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started
to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in
his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You
whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress
together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He
hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to
the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to
cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his
shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.
“You still want me
to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.
“What do you want
me to do then?”
You smiled and
lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you
back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips
again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock
rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in
defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.
“I want you to
He gave you a nod as
if to say See, it wasn’t that hard.
Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was
hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you
much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you
with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him
stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down
and bit your shoulder.
“Keep looking at
me.” He cooed.
As you opened your
eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go
slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard.
It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give
you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and
reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his
waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy
kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips
against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his
name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able
to push himself into your depths with even more force than before.
With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you
scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.
“You know you are
mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in
this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.
“Yes Ivar, I’m all
yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make
you scream out his name.
You know you are
close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust
Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The
feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge.
Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is
shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses
onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to
move, bodies sticky with sweat.
As your breathing
slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.
“That wasn’t so
bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.
All you can manage
is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder
and close your eyes.
asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you