northern side


Porta Nigra 

Trier, Germany

200 CE

The Porta Nigra was built in grey sandstone between 186 and 200 CE. The original gate consisted of two four-storied towers, projecting as near semicircles on the outer side. A narrow courtyard separated the two gate openings on either side. For unknown reasons, however, the construction of the gate remained unfinished. For example, the stones at the northern (outer) side of the gate were never abraded, and the protruding stones would have made it impossible to install movable gates. Nonetheless, the gate was used for several centuries until the end of the Roman era in Trier. It serves as an entrance to town.

In Roman times, the Porta Nigra was part of a system of four city gates, one of which stood at each side of the roughly rectangular Roman city. The Porta Nigra guarded the northern entry to the Roman city, while the Porta Alba (White Gate) was built in the east, the Porta Media (Middle Gate) in the south, and the Porta Inclyta (Famous Gate) in the west, next to the Roman bridge across the Moselle. The gates stood at the ends of the two main streets of the Roman Trier, one of which led north-south and the other east-west. Of these gates, only the Porta Nigra still exists today.


Images courtesy of the Foxfire Fund, Inc.

The 1,500-mile Appalachian Mountain range stretches so far that those on the northern and southern sides can’t agree on what to call it: Appa-LAY-chia or Appa-LATCH-ia. The outside perspective on the people who live there might be even more mangled. Stories about Appalachia tend to center around subjects like poverty, the opioid epidemic and coal, but since 1966 a series called Foxfire has been sharing food, culture and life as it’s actually lived in the mountain region.

Foxfire started as a class project at a Georgia high school — students interviewed neighbors and wrote a series of articles, which turned into a quarterly magazine and then a book, in 1972, with other books to follow soon after. (The name of the series comes from a term for a local form of bioluminescence caused by fungi on decaying wood.) Within the first decade, more than 9 million copies of Foxfire were sold. Today, there are specialized Foxfire books that focus on cooking, winemaking, religion and music.

Read more here.

– Petra


Temple of Zeus

Aizanoi, Turkey

2nd century CE

35 m × 53 m

The construction of the temple, which was the main religious sanctuary of the city, started in the last half of the 2nd century AD. The preserved inscriptions indicate that emperor Hadrian was responsible for its commission.

The temple stands on a many-stepped podium and was built of marble. It is surrounded by a peristasis in a pseudodipteral arrangement, originally with 15 Ionic columns on its long side and 8 on the short side. The podiom itself measures 33 X 37 meters. Nowadays, only the columns on the western and northern side are still standing.

The temple was dedicated to two deities. Zeus - the ruler of the Olympians - was worshipped in its aboveground section, and the underground part of the building was the place of Cybele cult. Stylistically, the part dedicated to Zeus was built in accordance with the Greek patterns and the underground section - with the Roman ones as the barrel vaults are clearly visible.

The battle scenes depicted on the walls of the building come from much later period. They were made by the Tatars and illustrate their lives and battles fought in the 13th century AD. Nearby the entrance to the temple grounds there is an enclosed area where some interesting fragments of temple decorations are collected. Opposite the temple there are the remains of a small bouleuterion, but its history remains unknown.

Jon and Sansa's Costumes in S7

“When he joined the Night’s Watch, his mandatory uniform didn’t stray too far from his original dress code. Last season, after leading men into battle and reclaiming Winterfell, Jon began to favor a look reminiscent of his “father” – one highlighted by copious amounts of fur, warlike practicality, and a statement-making cape. That cape will become the centerpiece of the character’s story come season seven.”

“We had a lot of discussions about does the cape give him presence or is it better to not have that presence? What are we trying to say?” Clapton says. “There are times when we removed it because we wanted him to be more vulnerable. Especially I think, when he saw Dany, and he went to see her for the first time in her chamber. We decided to remove it, but then when he went to see Cersei, we put it on.”

For Jon, a man of two worlds with allegiances to two different peoples, the idea that his costume reflect his dual responsibilities became important when trying to visually tell the story of the character. “That’s a big heavy cape and yes, it is him as Ned, but he’s actually not Ned,” Clapton says. “It was quite interesting to see him transition to another look because it took on another part of his journey. Suddenly people understood him in that role; the way that he can appeal to not just the Northerners, but the way he’s brought that whole group with the Wildlings and everyone together, I thought was really important.”

Sansa’s Costumes

“It’s almost like ‘no one will ever get to me again,’” Clapton says. “There’s an armor to her. There’s feathers again from her time in the Eyrie. There’s a circular necklace, which I think is really important with a needlepoint. And there’s an element in the dress of her mother, the pattern is almost like fishes swimming. It’s this binding against her vulnerability. It’s full of symbolism.”

A pair of pants worn under a shift could mean the difference between fight or flight. A heavy cape could signify a king, or the absence of one. A beaded epaulette might show strength but it could also illustrate a broken woman grieving the death of her children. The devil is in the details.


“Sansa’s cape, for instance, represents Ned and her desire to take on more of a leadership role at Winterfell.”

We see Jon in his cape in Winterfell, and when he wants to go home on the cliffs, and when he tries to convince Dany he is only there for the dragonglass to protect the North. Sansa made the cape for him in S6 which signifies she sees him like Ned. He wears it again when Dany goes off to burn the loot train and Jon is conflicted about her actions. His cape represents his roots - the North, Winterfell, his (believed)father. He is a Northerner when he wears that cloak. Sansa made it for him to rally northerners to his side. He shows Northern qualities when he wears it.

We dont see the cape again until he goes to Kings Landing. He is sans cloak when he goes Beyond the Wall. When he is in the war room on Dragonstone. When he first meets Dany in her throne room. When he’s injured on the boat heading South.

The cape signifies strength, resistance, the North and his Kingly mindset. Whenever he is not wearing it, he is vulnerable. That’s its design. It’s intentional. Without the cape Sansa made for him, he is vulnerable. Hes without Sansa and the North. Hes alone.

Clapton confirms the Ned Cat parallels here. Jon dresses like his father, and Sansa wears elements of her mother. Sansa also tries to emulate her Father when Jon is gone with her own fur laced cape, to signify her own strength and protection. When Jon forgoes the cape, she wears it. She is taking up where he leaves it.

Imagine that cape as an invisible Sansa hug. When shes gone and hes forgotten her, hes vulnerable and on his own. He seems to forget his roots. When he’s wearing it, he’s thinking of home.

I also remember reading an somewhere with the costume designer, and she said something along the lines of “yes, everyone loves the cloak so we needed to have him wearing the cloak - but its hot down South and its heavy. So we needed to decide when it was important for him to wear it.” I think they do put a lot of emphasis on the costume choices - and they would not have put Kit in a heavy cloak on a windy cliff that needed him to be strapped to a harness if they didn’t have to.

(yes, the cloak Jon is wearing this season is NOT the cloak Sansa made for him in S6. But its not impossible to imagine she’d make him a new one, either.)


Agora of Hierapolis

Hierapolis, Phrygia, Turkey

2nd century CE

170 m X 280 m

The vast plane between Frontinus Street, and the slopes of the mountains to the east, was transformed in the course of the 2nd century CE, into a large square, which has been identified as the commercial Agora of Hierapolis. The Agora is about 170m wide and 280m long, and is surrounded on the northern, western and southern sides by marble porticos (stoai) with an Ionic façade and an internal row of Corinthian columns. On the eastern side you find instead the monumental stoa-basilica, built on a marble staircase 4m high. This monument dominated the square. The stoa-basilica had a façade with two superimposed orders and a portico with squared-sectioned pillars upon which leaned, superiorly grooved half-columns with ionic capitals and bases. The capitals had bearded masks carved on the lateral faces. The upper floor had a row of half-columned pillars made of reddish crushed stone with Corinthian capitals in white marble. The entrance to the stoa-basilica is a propylon, which had an arched entrance flanked by two features that projected over the staircase. The arches are supported by sphinxes on capitals, which themselves take the form of bulls attacked by lions.

Forgetful | J. Jones

Pairing ; Jughead x DeSantos!Reader

Timeframes ; Entirety of Season One

Summary; Y/n DeSantos and Jughead Jones were the inseperable duo of the Twilight Drive-In. But, when their beloved hangout spot is shut down, Jughead begins to, unkowingly, drift farther away from his former partner in crime.

A/N ; Just in case you do not already know, DeSantos is Joaquin’s surename, so in this imagine you [the reader] are Joaquin’s twin sister. Also, my memory of the timeline of Season 1 is a little foggy, so in this imagine, Joaquin doesn’t leave town.

We were never dating, or anything of such manner, but were never just friends. 

Jughead and I used to spend so much time together at the Drive-In. I knew that he was living there, and that a lot of serpents hang around that area because of who his father was. So, every time Joaquin told our mama that he was heading north to Riverdale, I would always tag along. I wouldn’t call myself a serpent, but just about everyone in my family was associated with the gang, so, to say the very least, I was not someone to mess with.

“Y/n,” Joaquin called out as approached me. “I’m gonna skip school and go to Riverdale. You coming with?”

I shake my head, and he already knows why. With a sad smile on his face, he sits himself next to me on the worn out couch of our family’s house. Normally I would resist any kind of heart-felt interaction, because emotions were not something I dealt with very easily.

“He asks about you, you know.’

Sure,” I droned sarcastically, before rolling my eyes as far back as they could go. “And I suppose after he asked about me, he went straight back to forgetting I exist.”

Joaquin and I were quite alike in the sense that we were only ever good at expressing what we felt with each other. To the outside world we seemed like a pair of emotionally detached and distant twins, but that was because we only trusted each other with the complex mess that was our inner thoughts and feelings.

“Hang in there, okay?” He stood up to put his jacket on and leave, giving up on convincing me that Jughead was not as bad as I thought far quicker than I thought. “I should be back later on tonight, Make sure you get to school on time!”

 I nodded, absentmindedly, before turning back to the blank screen on my phone. I thought about texting Jughead, but then I remembered that if he is happy with the friends that he found, and if he is happy in a world without me, then it was probably best I do not disrupt it.

However, all of that changed once I went to my school’s cafeteria.

“Have you seen the fresh meat?”

“I heard his dad’s doing time.”

“- Yeah, so he’s with a foster family.”

Gossip around my high school, or any high school for that matter, traveled at a faster rate than a student falling asleep in math class. So, when a new kid from the northern side of Riverdale entered our school and had people favoring him within the first fifteen minutes of lunch, the new spread like the plague. And once I heard what all the chatter was about, I knew instantly who had arrived.

So. naturally, I barged into the cafeteria and searched the room for the table where a raven-haired boy with a dark gray beanie sat. As I approached the table Jughead sat at, his newfound friends immediately cleared the table.

“I don’t suppose you remember me,” I say, trying not to show any emotion on my face, because I did have a reputation to uphold. Jughead’s ear instantly perked, before he slowly turned and stood up in front of me. 

“Y/n- ” he whispers, before I cut him off.

“So you do remember me,” I exclaim angrily, catching side-glances from peers, however, that did not stop me. “Wow, you really are a work of something, Jug-”

He interrupts my rant by taking hold of my hand so gently that I forgot to swat it away. I soften my posture slightly and let out a heavy huff as I tried to suppress the intensity of my anger.

“Can we talk outside… please?”

In that small moment, I contemplate rejecting him, swatting his hands away from mine and storming off. But his hands were so familiar to mine, that I didn’t gain full control over my body until we were already in the school parking lot.

“Okay,” Jughead mumbles, releasing my hands once he realized he hadn’t let go since we were in the cafeteria. “I can explain-”

“No, Jug,” I say, shaking my head and crossing my arms. “I get that you got new friends, and I get that when you get new friends there’s less room for your old ones, but…”

“But what?” Jughead asks softly, concern flooding his expressions as I began to tear up. He knew how rare it was to see me in such an emotional state, so, naturally, he was very much worried.

“We were more that just fucking friends, Jug, you cannot tell me otherwise,” I yell as angrily as possible, despite having tears stream down my cheeks at a rapid pace. “Everyone in this town looks at me like I’m some dangerous serpent. Kids at this school. Kids at your school. All because I wear a stupid leather jacket and because of who my family are… but that never mattered to you. The time we spent at the Twilight, everything we talked about and everything we did- it all meant something to me, Jug.”

“It meant something to me, as well, Y/n.”

“Then how did this happen? Hmm? Do I honestly mean so little to you, that you could just… forget about me?”

Something about what I said in that moment triggered something, because before I could even finish my sentence, his eyes widened and moved close to me so that he could easily place one of his hands on my elbow.

“I could never forget about you,” he whispers. “Look, I am so so sorry that I didn’t hang out with you for so long, but I didn’t… Y/n, my father’s involved in Jason Blossom’s murder. That’s what me, Archie, Veronica and Betty were doing during that time, and you’re close with serpents-”

“Where are you going with this, Jug?” I ask in slight annoyance.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt, or to get into any trouble… When we were caught snooping around, it was easy to be let off the hook, but they’re not as kind to people from the south. And I could never live with myself if something happened to you if you were to be caught doing this for me, because…”

There is silence for a small moment, as I watched Jughead pause for a moment, to think about what he as going to say next. I wanted to rush him, out of impatience and curiosity, but I knew that this was something a little more serious.

Jughead slowly moves his hand from my elbow to my cheek. He strokes a tear away and moves closer to my face, making my heart beat so rapidly and so loudly I started to worry he might hear it.

“I like you, Y/n.”

Everything about what he said and how he said it made m feel like I was flying and floating at the same time. The way he stated this in a matter-of-fact manner, like this was a unchangeable fact. The way his small smile shone through his words, making my heart swoon even more than it did in the first place.

“I mean, how could I not fall for the girl who made a run-down drive-in feel like home?”

Once he finished his sentence, I had already placed one hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Jughead Jones may have been notorious for doing all of these violent things to my heart, but this kind of attack was unacceptable. So I decided to catch him by surprise, by pulling him in for a kiss.

However, once I pulled away, and after we spent a small moment smiling foolishly at each other, a loud cough interrupted our gaze. As I released the edges of Jughead’s collar, he and I turn round to face three other teenagers standing uncomfortably, the blonde on in particular.

Betty Cooper.

“Juggie?” She asks, revealing her, almost predictable, soft but high-pitched voice.

 “What’s going on?” 

Private Affairs- Tom Hiddleston x reader |Part one|

Requested by the ever lovely @cute-mirei

Sorry that I took so long with this Jo! I hope it’s what you wanted!

Read Part Two

“Don’t forget, Miss L/n. Ms Jefferson’s room, make sure everything is okay in there before she arrives tonight.”
“Yes sir, I’ll be over in a few minutes,” Y/n says through the phone, before hanging up with a sigh. She closes the door of her temporary flat, preparing to make the twenty minute walk to her work place. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very grateful for this job, because trust me, people would kill to be where she was right now. It’s a tough road, but student employment was the best way to pay her tuition fees. The job pays well, really well. She could still chuck money into her savings account and have enough to dance the tap.
Sephia Beach Resort, it’s a pretty big thing… Okay, it’s a huge thing. One of the largest beach resorts around, and it will stay that way because privacy is one of it’s Aces. No cameras, no paparazzi, just a bunch of famous people being themselves with the amount of time that they’ve got to do so. Since working there, Y/n had seen a lot of her childhood Idols pass through, she had even met a few. She was so lucky when the manager had sent a letter to her collage saying that they needed workers for the summer, a few of them were picked and sent over.
It was on the Northern side of California, just a good way from Pebble beach. It looked pretty much like a giant hotel, there’s a few beach houses along the property, a broad walk that leads to the beach itself. Y/n walks along the broad walk, the sun was coming up over the far hills, a soft wind blowing by. Though this was not much of a vacation, Y/n was glad she got a bit of something. She works from six to eight for the week, and gets the weekends to herself, and on those days she mostly rests or lay around doing nothing.
The morning was fairly busy, mostly people are leaving to catch a flight back home, kicking back into their regular lives. Or they’re coming in to relax and be normal like every one else. It’s more of the former, seeing that it’s summer and filming is more likely to be going on now.
Sometimes, Y/n wonders how celebrities keep up with their lives in the first place. Always up and about, never really settling, they can’t stay still.
Sephia hotel was coming up, the large building casting a shadow over the road. Y/n checks her wrist watch, walking a little faster, stepping down onto asphalt, she crosses the road to the building.
Going through the large glass double doors, she just has to stop and marvel. Though she’s been working there for more than two weeks already, stepping through those doors had never ceased to take her breath away. It was like stepping into a movie, a movie with an extremely expensive hotel.
From the entrance, expands a very long red carpet that stops at two elevators and that cursed staircase. On the very far right is a breakfast and bar, where some of the staff members are putting out the breakfast items. The lounge alone was huge, there was the receptionist area, where Martha was, a woman who had been working there for a few good years. Y/n shakes her head, reminding herself that she did have work to do, she walks down the two small steps and walk over to Martha. “Mornin’ Martha,” Y/n greets cheerfully, watching as the brunette picks her head up from the book she was looking through, “Ah, Y/n. Good Morning,” She smiles, before reaching beneath the counter to hand her the key to the employee area. “Oh, Y/n.. Mr Francis wants you at the pool for two, okay?” She informs her to which she nods, walking on to the door on the left of the reception area. Most of the staff was extra busy today, tomorrow is the resort’s fifteenth anniversary, and Mr Francis is throwing a beach party. Honestly, Y/n didn’t feel like going, it’s a Saturday, and she loves her sleep, though she doubts she’d get any because there’d be fireworks.

“Don’t you just love working the bar?" 

"No, but I love the idea of going home now," 

Jenna, one of the girls who came along for the job too was standing next to Y/n behind the bar counter. Back at school, they’ve barely spoken to each other, but over the past two weeks, Y/n’d like to think she’s made a decent friend.
Though Y/n felt like dying, being on her feet all day, that and having to deal with rowdy children at the pool. It’s not like she could tell them anything, firstly, it’s not her place, and secondly, she’d rather not lose her job because she pissed off some actor by telling their kids not to run around the pool. But after that, having to clean some of the rooms and tidy them up and such, she has a very defined headache and wants nothing more than to plant face first into her soft pillows. But, duty calls. She still has a job to do, and right now, that’s serving drinks to any poor bastard that wonders into the hotel bar. Just, grinning and bearing it.
Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts by a tapping on her shoulder, Jenna was grinning at her, her pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Y/n.. Don’t look now,” she says lowly, as if she was telling a million dollar secret.
“What?” Y/n’s eyebrows scrunch together, gazing at Jenna with confusion. She barely heard what she said, Jenna who was packing away glasses under the counter wiggles her dark eyebrows with a smirk.
“Okay, look now.” she says, pointing a perfectly manicured nail to the entrance, making Y/n follow her line of sight, turning her head in time to see Tom Hiddleston walk in. Looking all too good in a dark tee and grey sweats.
“Holy shit.”
Every nerve in Y/n’s body was telling her to hide, stay low. But he’s already seen her, he’s already smiled and waved in greeting. “Oh God,” Y/n rubs her temples, all the while, Jenna was giggling like a school girl who had just hit her first blunt. When she had told Jenna about what happened, the girl couldn’t stop laughing, though Y/n didn’t find it very amusing.
“Goodnight, Mr. Hiddleston,” Jenna greets cheerfully, and Y/n feels her nudging at her foot with her own. “Hello Jenna, Y/n,” Though Y/n’s stomach could flip trying to gather butterflies from the way her name just rolled off his tongue, she just couldn’t ignore the fact that the bruise is still above his left eyebrow. And she still feels guilty, it was her fault really. Though he insisted on taking the blame, because he did scare her, accidentally or not. Okay, so, Y/n was cleaning the room he was occupying earlier today. She had gone in thinking he was out, and she carried on sweeping about, minding her own business. When all of a sudden, he came out of the bathroom and said a polite ‘Good Evening,’. Y/n was perfectly certain that she had locked the door behind her, was thoroughly scared shitless, swung the broom stick like an uncoordinated Jedi.
“What can we get you?” Y/n asks, smiling lightly. He chuckles, running a hand through his brown hair.

No, no. Stop that.

“Bourbon, please,” Next to Y/n, Jenna lets out a hum, and Y/n catches her knowing glance. No doubt, they were probably thinking the same thing, he was drinking strong to get rid of the splitting headache he was surely having. While Jenna leans against the marble surface of the counter top, Y/n pours his requested drink in a glass. “Thank you,” Tom says when the girl places the glass in front of him. Before their unfortunate meeting, Y/n and Tom didn’t talk, and why would they? She just works there. They had seen each other around though, mostly on early mornings during the week or on the weekends when they’d both be out for a run. But it doesn’t extend beyond a friendly Hello or a nod. But all that changed after whacking him with a broom.
“So, are you two coming to the beach party tomorrow night?” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow his eyes darting between both girls. Before Y/n could open her mouth to decline, Jenna pipes up, “Yeah! We are, we’ll be there,” she smiles, nodding excitedly. Tom smiles back before downing the remaining alcohol, “Great!”
Y/n tries not to let it get to her, but the way he looked into her eyes at that moment, she just knew that he was talking to her, “See you then,”
When he left the room, Jenna’s squeal pulls her to reality. “why?” Y/n questions, and Jenna grins. “What do you mean why? Are you kidding me?”
“Uh, I don’t follow… ”
Jenna sighs, putting her both hands on Y/n’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “If whacking a guy with a broom scores me a date, I would’ve whacked a cute one already.” she laughs, “Girl, Tom Hiddleston just said he wanted to hang out with you.”
Y/n laughs, shaking her head at her friend. That’s silly, he just said he’d see them. That doesn’t mean he wants to hang out, for all she knows, the guy has a girlfriend back home. Maybe he wants to whack her back with a broom.
When it was time for them to go home, the two girls walked together. Jenna saying that she’s come over to hers tomorrow so they could prepare for the beach party.

“How about this?” Jenna asks, holding up yet another bikini top, Y/n scrunches up her nose in distaste at the shade of pink. “No.” Jenna sighs, rolling her eyes as she drops the top in the pile next to her feet. The two had been at this for twenty minutes, trying to find the right beach wear to go to the party that kicks off in an hour. Jenna was already dressed, wearing a tank top and jeans shorts over her black bikini that looked perfect against her pale skin. Clearly she has plans to go into the water.
“Y/n, it’s not like he’s going to see it. It’s gonna be under your clothes,” Jenna says, as she digs through Y/n’s clothes, “Oh you have got to wear this one,” the dark haired girl smiles, pulling a emerald green top from her drawer. The green fabric was dotted with gold, and suddenly, Y/n knew exactly why she picked it.
“He’s not gonna see it….Well… unless you decide to get frisky.” Jenna wiggles her eyebrows, throwing the top at her, and Y/n rolls her eyes but caves anyway. “Fine, okay. And no one’s getting frisky.”
Later the two were walking down the broad walk towards the beach, the air was a bit chilly for early July, but nothing Y/n couldn’t handle. “This is gonna be so much fun. Thank god we don’t work on the weekend, I’d hate to be serving drinks when I could be drinking.” Jenna says, “I almost feel sorry for Caleb,” she says, talking about one of the boys who Y/n is quite familiar with. When they finally got to the beach, Jenna immediately went to grab them drinks.
The beach was completely decked out, there was tables filled with refreshments, and anything else you could think of. Chairs was set up under white tents, Christmas lights every where, casting a perfect soft glow, music blasting, and a huge bonfire roaring not far away from everything else. The soft crashing of waves in the background of it all. People were scattered about, chatting with each other, drinking or eating. Jenna soon returns with two strawberry margaritas, handing one to Y/n. “Well, this is quiet… ” she mutters, taking a sip from her drink.
“It’ll pick up soon,” a voice says behind the girls, causing them both to jump. “Sorry,” It was Tom, chuckling to himself, holding a drink of his own. Jenna waves it off, “It’s alright, luckily for you, she doesn’t have a broom,”
Jenna looks between the both of them, “Oh, right. We were avoiding that…. sorry…. I’ll just um…yeah.” the girl then excuses her self awkwardly, turning on her heels before walking over to the refreshment area. Tom and Y/n watches as she does so, “Is she always that awkward?”
“Not when she’s embarrassing me, no.” Y/n chuckles, taking a long drink from her margarita. Tom chuckles, coming to stand next to her, “So you came,” he mutters. “I did, why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, yesterday you gave the impression that you didn’t want to… ”

Well I just had to, after hitting you with a broom and all…

“Do you…uh, wanna take a walk?” Tom asks, tilting his chin towards the other end of the beach where it was quiet. “Yeah sure,” Y/n shrugs smiling up at him. The began walking and Y/n tried hard to ignore Jenna’s loud whistle and her shout of, “Go get 'em!
Tom and Y/n stops walking when the music to them was a soft lull and there was nothing but the moonlight and the relaxing crash of the ocean. Their walk was filled with lighthearted jokes and conversation. Y/n leans against a large rock, narrowing her eyes at him, “You haven’t brought me all the way out here to kill me have you?” Tom chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no. We’re not far enough, people would hear you scream.”
What?” Y/n was ready to back away and run for her life but he gives her a dashing smile, “I’m kidding Darling,”


“Oh,” Y/n laughs, her empty glass forgotten now. “Hey, sorry about the broom thing..” Tom waves her off, leaning against the rock too, telling her that it was totally okay. For a moment, the two just enjoy the comfortable silence between them, contented with watching the waves. Y/n wondering why he asked her to walk all the way out there anyway, “You know, Y/n…I’m really glad you did hit me that one time.” Tom says, his eyes looking at the vast expansion of ocean. “Really? I thought you’d be wanting to whack me back,” the girl jokes lightly, nudging him with her shoulder. “No, but I could throw you in the ocean,”
“I’d like to see you try Tom,” And with that, the girl bolts, running away from him. With a short laugh, Tom chase’s after her.
Y/n didn’t get far though, Tom’s legs being way longer than hers and the fact that he was running faster. As weird as it was, to Y/n, this all felt almost natural, like it was just common for him to he around her. When hr caught her, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh when his arms wrapped around her waist and he begins walking backwards to the sea. “Wait you were serious?”
“Yes, think of it as pay back,” he says right in her ear, his warm breath ghosting across her neck. Y/n was suddenly dropped, engulfed by cold water, her clothes was now soaked and as she surfaced she could hear Tom laughing. 

This was in fact, the start of something very beautiful.

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Buried For 1000 Years: The Graveyard Of Vikings.

As for the remains of settlements, it has been reported that the remains of two villages have so far been excavated, one situated to the north, and another to the south. The former is said to have been dated to 700 – 900 AD, whilst the latter to 1000 – 1150 AD. The northern village is said to consist of several houses, fences, five wells and a road. It has also been estimated that there were six families inhabiting this village, each of which consisting of between 10 and 15 family members. There were also smaller buildings for work purposes, and it has been suggested that spinning and weaving were carried out in such structures. Similar buildings were found in the southern village.  This was the last settlement on Lindholm Høje.

Lindholm Hoje is an ancient graveyard of the Vikings that had been lost for one thousand years, buried beneath thousands of tons of sand. As many as 700 burials, along with the remains of settlements from the Viking Age and the preceding Germanic Iron Age have been found at this important archaeological site in Denmark.

During the Cretaceous period, chalk formations were created along the Limfjord in Denmark. These formations, which are in the form of hills, stretch from Aalborg to the east. One of these hills is Lindholm Høje, which is situated on the northern side of the Limfjord, opposite the modern city of Aalborg. One reason that made this area an attractive place to establish a settlement is that this is where the Limfjord is at its narrowest, which made it an important crossing between the North Jutlandic Island and the Danish mainland. Apart from that, Lindholm Høje occupied a strategic defensive position. Rising to 42 m (137 ft.) above sea level, anyone living on the hill could command an excellent view over the fjord. This meant that if an enemy was approaching the hill, they would be easily detected. Thirdly, the soil on the hill is said to be drier than the surrounding area, which made cultivation easier.

Lindholm Høje was already settled around 400 AD. This is supported by the graves that were found at the site, the oldest of which have been dated to this point of time. These graves can be found on the top of the hill, and as one progresses down Lindholm Høje, the graves in turn become younger. The oldest graves are said to contain inhumation. This burial practice, however, is found to have changed not long after to cremation. Thus, the majority of graves (apart from the oldest ones) found at Lindholm Høje have been found to contain cremated human remains.

As for the remains of settlements, it has been reported that the remains of two villages have so far been excavated, one situated to the north, and another to the south. The former is said to have been dated to 700 – 900 AD, whilst the latter to 1000 – 1150 AD. The northern village is said to consist of several houses, fences, five wells and a road. It has also been estimated that there were six families inhabiting this village, each of which consisting of between 10 and 15 family members. There were also smaller buildings for work purposes, and it has been suggested that spinning and weaving were carried out in such structures. Similar buildings were found in the southern village.  This was the last settlement on Lindholm Høje.

One factor that may have resulted in the abandonment of the site as a place for human habitation is the phenomenon of sand drift. It has been stated that at the beginning of the Viking Age, most of Denmark was covered in forests. Over time, however, the trees were chopped down to make various things, such as houses, ships and roads. As a result of this deforestation, the land in the western part of Jutland became exposed to the rough westerly winds. This continuous exposure led to degradation in the quality of the soil, perhaps due to erosion. Additionally, large amounts of sand were carried by the winds, and covered the land.

When archaeologists began excavating in the 1950s, they found that Lindholm Høje was covered by a layer of sand that was several meters thick. The lack of suitable land for cultivation may have led the inhabitants of Lindholm Høje to migrate to somewhere else. On the other hand, the sand helped to preserve the burial sites, as well as the stone circles that marked the graves.

Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}


Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now

Writer: Bom

Word count:1892

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the leader of the most reknowned mafia gang has caught the attention of Min Yoongi. Leader of the most feared mafia gangs. Word has spread that M.A.D is after her, will Namjoon be able to complete his task for her father?

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