random list of my favourite characters — ragnar lothbrok (vikings)

“It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon I shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! I shall not enter Odin’s hall with fear. There I shall wait for my sons to join me. And when they do, I will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the Valkyries to summon me home!”

anonymous asked:

aaa i woke up this morning to find that ask-nugget is a thing this is the best overnight miracle ever

Nugget is glad that you are happy about the existence of the blog! And so am I!
Here’s a teeny little Nugget screeble for you, Anon!

The response to my opening of the Nugget askblog has been super positive and I am very surprised and happy about how excited people are. I’ve been having fun with it so far, and the fact that other people are having so much fun with it too makes it all the more enjoyable.

I’m looking forward to future asks and shenanigans over there with the lil’ Nugget boy.


“It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon I shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! I shall not enter Odin’s hall with fear. There I shall wait for my sons to join me. And when they do, I will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And I welcome the valkyries to summon me home!“ 

Ragnar Lothbrok (Approx. 766 AD - 860 AD)

"Star Wars is for 12 Year Olds"

I loved the Star Wars Celebration panel. I especially loved seeing both Hayden Christensen and George Lucas get the love and support they deserve. When George Lucas was talking about how he saw kids near the set when he was filming Attack of the Clones, he said he did it for the kids who loved them, and it got me thinking. When the prequels were made they got a lot of hate back in that time. Some would argue it’s justified but I grew up, not hating the films, but enjoying them. I feel like the previous generation that grew up with the original trilogy and enjoyed them are just like kids, like me, who grew up with the prequels. Now I’ve seen the originals and the prequels multiple times, and while I can admit both had their corny moments, I still loved them. The old generation went in and many (not saying all) bashed it. The children who enjoyed it, probably didn’t get heard by those receiving all the hate. It just gladdened me to see that those children’s voices are being heard now. We can finally speak to Hayden and George Lucas, and say “We are the children you did it for, and we love and appreciate all you’ve done for us.”


“It gladdens me to know that Baldr’s father (Odin) makes ready the benches for a banquet. Soon we shall be drinking ale from the curved horns. The champion who comes into Odin’s dwelling (Valhalla) does not lament his death. I shall not enter his hall with words of fear upon my lips. The Æsir will welcome me. Death comes without lamenting. Eager am I to depart. The Dísir summon me home, those whom Odin sends for me (Valkyries) from the halls of the Lord of Hosts. Gladly shall I drink ale in the high-seat with the Æsir. The days of my life are ended. I laugh as I die.”

Ragnar Lothbrok


[t’challa udaku x reader]

author’s note: y’all. it took me six attempts to write this. i was so unsatisfied with what i wrote every single time, and even this one i think isn’t up to the standard i’ve been trying to achieve lately, but i guess i’ve just been too tired to concentrate. hope you enjoy this though. maybe writing this fic rather than just giving up on it will help me get back my flow hahaha

word count: 1,890

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h.js ❥ no, no, it's my treat

joshua x reader; 100wtsily

gif; mine

word count; 679

synopsis; you go on a date with joshua and he insists on paying. based on prompt 3, “no, no, it’s my treat”

✎ can u hear me sobbing bc this was so soft it hurt me

Swallowing anxiously, you stepped into the restaurant, its cozy atmosphere immediately washing over you and calming your nerves. You looked around, wondering where Joshua was. He had asked you on a date the other day, his face flushed and eyes wide, mouth left gaping as you responded with a quiet yes. You were both busy—irritatingly so—and had agreed to meet up for dinner after you both got off of work.

A waving hand caught your eye and, sure enough, Joshua was smiling timidly and waving you over to his table. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you ambled toward him and sat down.

“Did you wait long?” you asked, concern coating your words. You really didn’t want to mess up this date.

Joshua smiled more brightly, his initial shyness dying down at your attempt to spark conversation. “No, not at all. I had just sat down when you came in,” he explained. A gladdened smile reached your lips as you shifted your attention from him to the menu. You glanced over the options and picked out a meal, purposefully choosing something that wouldn’t be messy. Joshua chose something with similar precautions in mind.

The waiter came shortly and took your orders, returning quickly with your drinks and then swiftly zooming off to another couple across the aisle. You two talked for a while, the food being oddly slow to cook. Your conversation started off trivial—you spoke of work, neighbors; nothing of large importance was mentioned. You got to know each other—you learned each other’s favorite foods, a few weird high school stories, odd habits and quirks. Throughout the night you found yourself focusing less on his words and more on the fluttering of his lashes, the rosy dust on his cheeks when he caught you staring, the curve of his plump lips as he grinned at you for the millionth time that evening. You adored the way his hair fell over his forehead and how his nose scrunched up when you made him laugh. The shape of his eyes and the softness of his gaze lured you in and captured your attention so deeply that you nearly forgot to eat.

Somewhere along the way, you were able to see that Joshua was noticing the same beautiful things about you.

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Logic and the psychology of mistakes

Let me start by saying I know nothing I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT PSYCHOLOGY! and I was technical at work when I wrote this so no research went into it, those of you who do know about psychology please take it easy on me.

This came about because I a) didn’t want Logic to be completely clueless about feelings, b) i wanted Logic to have a bond between each side and c) Logicality first kiss. Also somehow I ended up with just a little more Morality angst but it all ends in fluff

Warnings: mentioned injury, guilt, feeling like a failure, made up psychology. let me know if I need to add anything. 

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A little bit of sugar

(but lots of poison too)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Noir / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of death and obsession

Word count: 4.8k

Synopsis: Namjoon is well aware that some, well actually most people could find his hobby not exactly common, yet he still considers himself to be a man of tasteful words and higher intellect - someone who managed to understand the true, deepest meaning of beauty itself.

And so he doesn’t really care if his methods of collecting pretty things end up being darker that expected, once you peek under the surface.

Author’s note: Oh my, my first fic for Namjoon, ah I’m a bit nervous, also I need to thank @pantaemonium, @meetevil and @yoongihime for dealing so much with me and my existential crisis about this ;^;

Again, I may or may not have added a decent amount of craziness and creepiness and other yummy things, so please be careful pals!! Hope you’ll like it tho <3

Namjoon likes to collect pretty things.

He doesn’t know when his passion started, maybe it was that time when he was five years and a half and his mother’s pearls looked so shiny and white around the pale curve of her neck – long fingers always skimming the gleaming necklace, stopping their adoring motions just to slap his chubby, longing hands away.

Good children do not touch their mother’s jewels, Namjoon, she used to warn, strict voice and even stricter lips in their tight curl.

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Malia Tate x Werewolf!

Reader Requested by Anon

Warnings: None
Word count: 550

A/N: I had to admit that I really liked this request since Peter’s currently trying to gain Malia’s trust in the series. 8D

Tags: @peacefullytatted01

“I don’t think you should see her!” Peter yelled after Malia as she walked faster through the woods. It was a shortcut towards your house that you’d showed her first time you two went on a date, but she would always find the way to you with the memory of your smell.

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Love gives life to the lifeless. Love lights a flame in the heart that is cold. Love brings hope to the hopeless and gladdens the hearts of the sorrowful. In the world of existence there is indeed no greater power than the power of love
—  Abdu’l-Bahá (1841 - 1922) Persian Bahai Teacher and Mystic
About Yennefer’s behavior in the Shard of Ice short story

I was reading again some parts of the Witcher saga today and more specifically I was reading again A Shard Of Ice. I did it because I made a couple of bad decisions lately that made me relate to Yennefer in a whole new way and reconsider completely Yen’s behavior in this short story. I used to consider that Yen decided to break up with Geralt because he couldn’t admit his feelings and tell her he loved her. I’m not so sure anymore. In fact I have a new theory which is that if Geralt had said the words Yen would have run away even faster.
My first theory was that Yennefer went to Istredd to break up with him and never intended to fight with Geralt who was not supposed to meet Istredd at all. Then, Geralt heard about it and confronted her and furing their fight Yen asked Geralt to tell her that he loved her and since he wasn’t able to do that she decided to leave him too. That actually makes sense in a way but there are some things that always seemed a little bit weird to me. First why does Yen take Geralt with her to the city ? Why take that risk in the first place ? Then, Yen’s problem in the witcher saga is not so much Geralt and his ability to have feelings since she KNOWS he can have them. Yen’s issue is that she doesn’t believe SHE is good enough for anyone to love her. There is a slight difference but I believe it has its importance here. 

Now onto my new theory. What if Yennefer had taken Geralt with her because some part of her (I don’t think she did it on purpose exactly) wanted Geralt to see her with Istredd ? Here is the thing, the reason why I can relate with Yennefer so much here is that Yen is VERY insecure about the fact that anyone can love her for who she really is. She thinks (and she has every reason to feel that way given her past) that the minute she will allow someone to see her flaws that person will run away. With Geralt she thought she had finally found the one person who could love her for who she really was, or at least she hoped she had found that person. But fact is, some part of her CAN’T believe it, some part of her KNOWS she will be disappointed at some point and this is not real. So what if she had to show Geralt the very worst part of her so he could reject her and she could be done with it ? In fact very early in the short story Yen tells Geralt about the elven Winter Queen, it’s not obvious at first that she is talking about herself but it will become obvious later on, and here is the part :

As she rides, she casts hard, sharp, tiny shards of ice around her, and woe betide anyone whose eye or heart is pierced by one of them. That person is then lost. No longer will anything gladden them, they find anything that doesn’t have the whiteness of snow ugly, obniouxious, repugnant. They will not find peace, will abandon everything, and will set off after the Queen, in pursuit of their dream and love. Naturally they will never find it and will die of longing.
Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

It’s important to notice that Geralt hasn’t met Istredd yet at that point. Yet Yennefer basically warns him. The Queen (which here means herself) will hurt anyone who gets close to her. And the Queen can’t love anyone, anyone who expects her to will be disappointed. Now WHY would she warn Geralt if she just intended to get rid of Istredd and get out of town ? I think indeed at least some part of her wanted him to see who she really was, wanted him to see that she wasn’t the nice person he thought she was.
Then Geralt learns that she is sleeping with Istredd and confronts her, and here is her reaction :

Yes, it’s true that when I came with you to Aedd Gynvael I was coming to meet Istredd and I knew I would go to bed with him. I didn’t expect it to come out, that you’d boast about it to each other. I know how you feel now and I’m sorry about that. But no, I don’t feel guilty.
Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

She doesn’t apologize about sleeping with Istredd, she doesn’t do ANYTHING to make it look better, quite the opposite, it’s almost as she was trying to emphasize how wrong what she did was and how she did it on purpose. She even does it BEFORE he can actually ask her about it, almost as she couldn’t wait to tell him that. And then she uses the elven story again and she clearly voices what she is afraid of.

‘Warmth would melt the shard of ice in you, the shard I stabbed you with’ she whispered. 'Then the spell would be broken and you would see me as I really am.’
Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

And when Geralt points out that he wants that, he is ready for that, she insists.

And our sleigh ride is the pursuit of a dream which is unattainable. For I, the Elf Queen desire warmth. That is my secret. Which is why, every year, my sleigh carries me amidst a blizzard through some litlle town and every year someone dazzled by my spell gets their harness caught in my runners. Every year. Every year someone new. Endlessly. Because the warmth I so desire at the same time blights the spell, blights the magic and the charm. My sweetheart, stabbed with that little icy star, suddenly becomes an ordinary nobody. And I become, in his thawed out eyes, no better than all the other… mortal women.
Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

Here she explains her problem : she wants to open up to someone but she can’t because nobody can take it, every time she tries and someone sees her for who she really is it ruins the magic and she ends up alone all over again, endlessly. And HERE is the problem. Indeed it bothers her that Geralt can’t say that he loves her, she literally yells at him the first time he says he doesn’t have feelings. But I’m not so sure anymore that it’s the reason why she decides to leave him behind. Because this is what happens when she insists :

'Utter it Geralt. Please’
'I cannot, Yen.’
'Why not ?’
'You don’t know ?’ He smiled sadly. 'My answer would just be a word. A word which doesn’t express a feeling, doesn’t express an emotion, because I’m bereft of them.A word which would be nothing but the sound made when you strike a cold, empty skull.’
She looked at him in silence. Her eyes wide open, assumed an ardent violet colour. 'No Geralt’ she said 'That’s not the truth. Or perhaps it is, but not the whole truth. You aren’t bereft of feelings. Now I see it. Now I know you.’

Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

She is perfectly calm here. He didn’t say the words but she KNOWS. She knows him, she knows that he loves her and that he still does despite Istredd. He saw the worst part of her and he still loves her, still thinks she is worth it, still wants to be with her. And she knows it. Plus it didn’t bother her afterwards that he couldn’t say it. She was so happy in Thanedd when he finally said it BUT she accepted him before that without the words. So the fact that he can’t say them is maybe not such an issue here. So why does she leave then ? I think actually the reason lies in that part, which is actually what she replies when Geralt asks WHY she needs both kestrels :

'To what an error the vanity of the Ice Queen, convinced of her omnipotence, has brought me. For there are some…. things…. which there is no way of obtaining, even by magic. And they are gifts which may not be accepted, if one is unable to…. reciprocate them… with something equally precious.’
Andrzej Sapkowski – Sword of Destiny

What is she saying there ? That it isn’t Geralt’s fault after all but HER own fault because he does have feelings for her but she can’t reciprocate them. She showed him the worst part of her, expecting him to run away. That way she could have been right, she could have concluded once again that NO ONE would accept her for who she is and support her no matter what. But then Geralt surprises her, and loves her no matter what. And at that point what happens ? Well Yen feels like a fool. Because Geralt is actually a far better person than she expected him to be, and she feels even more horrible for it. She realizes that she doesn’t deserve him, she doesn’t deserve what he has to offer because she can’t give it back. And so she runs away.

Anyway that was just a thought that went through my head today, I don’t know if it makes sense but I actually like that explanation maybe even more than the first one I had found ? If anyone has any other idea on the matter please let me know :)