reading the poem


Authors Note: This poetic Shannon request was submitted by @axcelo . I have to say that I loved reading your poem as well as the one that you asked me to look into to really grasp the idea. I sincerely hope that I captured your remarkable work in this fic and if not, please let me know and I will gladly try again if you let me of course. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Fluff, Smut Tease (sorry)

Originally posted by baganslover

The music came to an abrupt heart pounding stop as the lights flashed over the arena. The shouts of the fans were intense as they all walked to the center of the stage to say their goodbyes. I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. Skin glistening as the sweat covered his torso shining against the light. I watched as he walked towards my side of the stage. My heart began to race. 

His eyes wandered over the sea of faces but for a brief second, I felt like they locked with mine. Oh, what I would give for a stare. His smile alone brought me hope but a stare? Endless possibilities. I’m not sure why I am drawn to him but I am. And as he smiled at me, I forgot where I was as I simply stood there in disbelief.

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you know any tumblr/blog to read poems in Norwegian? Also, I was trying to find books about vikings, trolls and northen gods but I haven't find it yet. Tusen takk!

Hey there! c:

I don’t really know any specific blogs for that, but I did some digging around and this is what I found:

(keep in mind that the language used in older poems can be very outdated and probably won’t help much if you want to learn new vocabs etc)

Poems: (a norwegian site; might be hard to navigate)

heltgreipoesi (also in norwegian, but just click the green links and scroll down and you should be able to read the poems!)

poetricpoems (a tumblr that posts norwegian (and english) poems – they seem pretty good from what i can tell!)


For books, I’d just try to find some authentic Norwegian books - now I’m not saying every single English book about vikings/trolls/norse myths is horrible, but the majority of them can be filled with a lot of misleading information. Books from other Nordic countries are probably great, too, but keep in mind that a lot of the legends/stories/fairy tales vary from country to country. 

That being said, if you can get your hands on Norske Folkeeventyr, that would probably be a great place to start! <3 It’s mostly filled with old Norwegian fairy tales, so you might not find much about Norse myths or gods, but there’s an abundance of fairy tale creatures (like trolls!). (tho maybe i’m a liiiiittle biased - that was my favorite as a child ///v\\) 

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Companions reacting to Inquisitors mad poetry skillz

Am I hood yet?

Cassandra: Gushes continually about the literature and beautiful themes of the poetry. All while our harmless quizzy stands flabbergasted as they realised they accidentally handed her a their poetry not the report on the missing seekers.

Varric: He’s actually genuinely impressed and asks if the Herald has anymore. When the whole ordeal with Corypheus is over, he asks the Herald if he can publish them.

Solas: The Herald often did a poetry swap every week, where they would read each other’s poems and comment about the themes and how to improve it. The young quizzy enjoyed the quiet time, it gave them some peace amongst the chaos.

Iron Bull: Laughed heartily at the funny verses, he was never one who enjoyed poetry of all things but he could appreciate a good verse when he heard it. He wasn’t completely uncultured….

Blackwall: He simply listened to the young Quizzy swinging their legs overhead him in the barn. He particularly enjoyed when the summer breeze wafted through Skyhold, and he got to listen to the sweet poetry as he carved griffon.

Dorian: He stumbled across the Inquisitor’s writing one day after delivering a letter to the Heralds room. He found it beautiful and exhilarating. Especially when he found the young Herald’s slightly more NSFW work…

Vivienne: The poetry was rusty but had potential, she offered the Herald classes from an Orlesian Poet she had known in the court. The Herald just had to take up the offer!

Sera: She didn’t really like poetry, too much soppy shit. She was gonna ask the quizzy about including more tits and naked ladies and then remembered they probably hadn’t even had their first kiss yet…

Cole: Silver scrawl and delicate words, bounding, leaping and skipping across the curled paper. He liked the poems, they were filled with soul it not heavy, which was odd but welcome.

there are people who are rays of sunshine, cherry blossoms, vanilla candles and the colors of dusk.

there are people who are marble floors, roman temples, black ink and the smell of the earth after rain.

there are people who are star-gazing, holding your breath, little smiles, subtle touches and soft fabric.

who are you?

I saw you
smiling at her
as if she gave you
a world you’ve
been hoping to have,
and for the first time
I know how it feels
to drown even if
I’m out of the ocean.
—  ma.c.a // I Find It Hard To Breathe

it is part of the
human experience to feel pain
do not be afraid
open yourself to it

- evolving

Even if you find
someone new,
to talk to every night,
to hang out with every day,
to share the giggles and
laughter at some
secret jokes,
to walk with and tell
wonderful stories,
I am still here,
waiting for you
to knock at my door
and sit beside me,
like we never missed
each other,
I am still here,
even if you’re not asking.
I am still here,
even if you weren’t
going to be there
for me anymore.
—  ma.c.a // A Promise

I constantly waited for a text, I waited for a call. Maybe even a knock on my door. I waited for a long time, longer then I should’ve. But it never came. Why didn’t you ever come?“ she asked. Finally working up the courage to give him a piece of her mind.

Looking down at his hands he answers, “I wanted to, I wanted to so bad. To tell you how sorry I was and that I’d change and we could work it out. I wanted you back. It killed me to not do anything but I knew you would be better off. You couldn’t last forever with me. I wanted you to be happy, and I knew that couldn’t be with me.”

“You don’t get to decide if I was happy. It wasn’t up to you to decide if you could’ve made me happy. You were my happiness then you were gone. You broke me and you never even said sorry.”

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered.

“Well you did, and it’s to late to fix what you did.”

We keep on
“I miss you"s,
and it’s funny
and it’s sad
how it seems
that none of us
did anything
just to see
each other again.
—  ma.c.a // Hurtful Lies
People were
falling in love
with each other,
and it can either be
the most wonderful
or saddest thing
that can ever
to them.
—  ma.c.a // Falling