Why I Fell in Love With Your Sign

Aries: Your wildness is intoxicating. Your aggressiveness and passion makes me want to spend every second riding on your high. I fell in love with you, because you raised the stakes and made life exciting again. 

Taurus: You are adorable and your charm never fails to woo me. Your love sends me falling for everything that you do; your cute laugh, your delightful hugs, and your darling chivalry. You remind me of an old school love. I fell in love with you, because I need to protect you.

 Gemini: Your flirtatious and competitive nature makes me learn to let go and not take myself so seriously. I’m infatuated with your carefree persona, but allured by your intellectual and darker side. I fell in love with you, because you keep me fascinated by you. 

 Cancer: Your gentleness and warm heart wrapped its arms around me right away. Your feelings were so raw. You felt pain, happiness, and wishfulness making me want to share my every waking thought with you. I fell in love with you, because you made me human. 

 Leo: Your confidence invigorates me and your energy gives me euphoria. Your touch is like magnetism and I can’t help myself when I’m with you. Your everlasting smirk and your thrilling drama complete me. I fell in love with you, because you electrify me.

 Virgo: Your ambition and determination leaves me in constant admiration. You ooze dominance and are incredibly compelling. I’m mesmerized by your will, strength, and intelligence. I fell in love with you, because your power consumes me with desire.

Libra:  Your calmness surrounds me like a rain coating an umbrella. Your intelligence and wit keeps me smiling. Your love is sweet and pure as if I don’t need to be anything but myself. I fell in love with you, because you make me feel like I can be myself.

Scorpio: Your mysteriousness intrigues me. Your intensity keeps me living on the edge and you consume with your love. You make me want to yell and scream, but you make me want to kiss you and hold your hand to wherever we escape to. I fell in love with you, because you defy everything I’ve ever known. 

Sagittarius: Your love for the world is exhilarating. You make me feel every breath I breathe, even when we are on the ends of the earth together. Your laugh fills the room and your warmth envelopes my heart. I fell in love with you, because you won’t ever let me let go.

Capricorn: Your wisdom continues to captivate my soul. You know everything to say, everything to do. You shift the perspective of the world; all my doubts, all my anxieties, all my sadness feels like nothing when you’re there. You shield me from the demons of life and guide me to angels. I fell in love with you, because you protect me.

Aquarius: You are everything I’m not. You always finish my every thought, my every sentence, and my every desire. Our romance is reveting. You’re the one that entices my fire but keeps my flame cool. I teach you how to love yourself, and you teach me how to love others. I fell in love with you, because you complete me.

Pisces: Your deep soul enchants me like a beautiful dream. I’m hypnotized by your mind and the way you think differently from anyone else. Your creativity takes me to a place of child like wonder, but your intelligence takes me to a place of great knowledge. I live to feel the way you feel and long to see what you see. I fell in love with you, because you amaze me. 

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

It all had started after the night Yoongi and you had sex for the first time.

The thoughts of that night were consuming, if you closed your eyes, or even with your eyes wide open the memories of it were as vivid as if it had just happened, as you brushed your hair and saw your reflection in the mirror you had to admit your attention was no longer on getting ready to go out as the way Yoongi had held you occupied every single spot on your mind; the way his hands had caressed every single part of your skin setting every nerve on fire, the feeling of him inside of you, the sounds you had made, what you provoked in him and of course, his eyes on you, a dark and exquisite delight that had you yearning for it more than you should.

You knew sex with him would be different from any other experience that you previously had, Yoongi was a demon, and for demons sex alluded a whole new level of sensations; sensations that he had let you feel.

You shuddered at the thought, trying to fight back the wave of heat that ran through your whole body. Because now you were aware that at that night Yoongi had done something that let him sense, if he wished, whatever happened to you, what you were feeling. 

It was a black mark that you had only noticed two days ago when you felt something itching at the back of your neck; but that he had done to you a week ago at his place. Yoongi had thought he could get away with you having it and not seeing it. You had confronted him about it the same day you found out, and when you learned what the mark could do you were baffled, he had stepped over a limit for you. Yoongi had blatantly answered that he was a demon and had no limits nor morals. It was a furious battle that unfortunately you hadn’t won, yet.

Caressing your nape, you felt the spot where the mark was, an intricate circle that swirled in beautiful arabesques. The mark, that looked like a well made tattoo, was placed on your nape just below your hair line, where Yoongi had bit you that time but you had thought it was just out of the heat of the moment, you remembered the whimper you had let out at that precise moment, followed by Yoongi’s husky groans. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head once more.
Through it Yoongi could know if you were happy or afraid, if you were in danger or even if you felt… aroused.
So you tried to stay calm and not give him any more reasons to be smug. Because he’d know.

You wanted the mark out, because as much as you liked how he could make you feel everything magnified during sex through it, you absolutely hated that your privacy was diminished to nothing. Yoongi had been rather elusive about the mark, telling it was only for your protection, which you believed, but it still made you feel uncomfortable, you wanted it gone.

You continued brushing your hair, now looking at your reflection, but instead of only seeing yourself your eyes caught a shadow, it moved behind you hiding when you focused on it. You were no longer alone in your apartment.

Jumping to your feet you looked around for something to use as a weapon, you knew it couldn’t be Yoongi, he wouldn’t bother scaring you like this. Your heart beat faster as you felt the creeping sensation of fear start. The only weapon you had in hand was your hair dryer, so you grabbed that.

The shadow, that had previously disappeared, got into the light, revealing to be a young guy, more or less your age that you could have confused with a college student, but there was something off about him, he exuded the same aura that you had seen in Yoongi’s companions. Albeit him looking kind of angelic with fluffy honey hair and soft features you knew better. He was also a demon.

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Hei! I decided to make a post about norwegian irregular verbs. The list below comes from my book for learning norwegian that is said to be on A2/B1 level. 

Infinitiv - Presens - Preteritum - Perfektum partisipp - Translation

be - ber - ba(d) - bedt - ask

binde - binder - bandt - bundet - bind

bite - biter - bet, beit - bitt - bite

bli - blir - ble / blei - blitt - become

brekke - brekker - brakk - brukket - break

brenne - brenner - brant - brent - burn

briste - brister - brast - bristet / brustet - burst

bryte - bryter - brøt / brøyt - brutt - break

bære - bærer - bar - båret - bear

dra- drar - drog / dro - dratt / dradd - go 

drikke - drikker - drakk - drukket - drink

drive - driver - drev / dreiv - drevet - drive

falle - faller - falt - falt - fall

finne - finner - fant - funnet - find

fly - flyr - fløy - fløyet / flydd- fly    

flyte - flyter - fløt / fløyt - flytt - float

fryse - fryser - frøs / frøys - frosset - freeze  

få - får - fikk - fått - få - get

gi - gir - ga / gav - gitt - give

gidde - gidder - gadd - giddet - take the trouble

gjelde - gjelder - gjaldt / galdt - gjeldt - to be worth

gjøre - gjør - gjorde - gjort - do

gripe - griper - grep / greip - grepet - grip

gråte - gråter - gråt - grått - cry

gå - går - gikk - gått - go

ha - har - hadde - hatt - have

hete - heter - het / hette - hett - name

hjelpe - hjelper - hjalp - hjulpet - help

holde - holder - holdt - holdt - hold

hugge - hugger - hugg / hugde - hugd - chop

klinge - klinger - klang - klingt / klinget - sound

komme - kommer - kom - kommet - come

krype - kryper - krøp / krøyp - krøpet - crawl

la - lar - lot - latt - let

le - ler - lo - ledd - laugh

legge - legger - la - lagt - lay

lide - lir / lider - led / lei / lidde - lidd - suffer

ligge - ligger - lå - ligget - lie

lyde - lyder - lød - lydd - sound

lyve - lyver - løy - løyet - lie

løpe - løper - løp - løpt / løpet - run

nyte - nyter -  nøt /  nøyt - nytt - be happy about sth (?)

pipe - piper - pep / peip - pepet - wheeze

rekke - rekker - rakk - rukket - reach

renne - renner - rant - rent - run (e.g. water)

ri - rir - red / rei - ridd- ride

rive - river - rev / reiv - revet - grate

se - ser - så - sett - see

si - sier - sa - sagt - say

skjelve - skjelver - skalv - skjelvet - tremble

skjære - skjærer -skar - skåret - cut

skli - sklir -skled / sklei -sklidd - slide

skrike - skriker - skrek / skreik - skreket - scream

skrive - skriver - skrev / skreiv - skrevet - write

skvette - skvetter - skvat - skvettet - sprinke

skyte - skyter -  skjøt / skøyt - skutt - shoot

skyve - skyver - skjøv /  skøyv -  skjøvet - push

slippe / sleppe - slipper / slepper - slapp - sluppet - drop

slite - sliter - slet / sleit - slitt - toil

slå - slår - slo - slått - hit

smelle - smeller - smalt - smelt - bang

snike - sniker - snek / sneik - sneket - sneak

sove - sover - sov - sovet - sleep

spinne - spinner - spant - spunnet - spin

sprekke - sprekker - sprakk - sprukket - burst

springe - springer - sprang - sprunget - spring

spørre- spør - spurte - spurt - ask

stige -stiger - steg / steig - steget - climb

stikke - stikker - stakk - stukket - stick

stjele - stjeler - stjal - stjålet - steal

strekke - strekker - strakk - strukket - stretch

stryke - stryker - strøk / strøyk - strøket - stroke

stå - står - stod / sto - stått - stand

svike - sviker - svek / sveik - sveket - defraud

synge - synger - sang - sunget - sing

synke - synker - sank - sunket - sink

ta - tar - tok - tatt - take

treffe - treffer - traff - truffet - meet

trekke - trekker - trakk - trukket - pull

tvinge - tvinger - tvang - tvunget - force

vike - viker - vek / veik - veket - yield

vinne - vinner - vant - vunnet - win

være - er - var - vært - be

Okay rant

Det handler faktisk ikke om at drenge ikke forstår et nej. Det handler ikke om ordet nej. Det handler om opmærksomhed for modsatte køn og hvor fucked i låget du er. Det kan godt være det kun er mig som er helt væk, men du skal aldrig gå ud fra at en pige vil have sex med dig LIGE når det passer dig. Og hvis der inden da allerede er sagt nej, men du så fortsætter. Ja, så burde du kastreres, skydes i lysken og få revet kæben af. Selv om der ikke var et nej, må man stadig som dreng, eller pige, for at tilfredsstille alle, forhelvede få noget mere situationsfornemmelse. Hvor primitiv har du lov at være? Hvordan kan man ignorere ALLE tegn som peger i retning af “lad mig være” og handle så selvisk UDEN OVERHOVEDET AT VIDE HVAD DET EGENTLIG ER DU GØR. Det forstår jeg ikke. Det er ret almindeligt åbenbart. Og jeg får kvalme af tanken.

Og pist væk var han.
Som om han aldrig havde eksisteret.
Som om et helt år blev revet ud af min kalender, og i stedet sat ind bagerst i mit livs bog, som et kapitel, der aldrig skal genlæses eller findes frem igen.
Som om det, der ændrede vores verdener totalt, det der gjorde at intet var som før, pludselig blev annulleret, makuleret, destrueret.
“Jeg har aldrig elsket nogen så højt, som jeg elskede dig.”
Nu kan jeg dårligt huske, hvem du var.
Du får et vink med.


Babbius Monument

Corinth, Greece

1st century CE

The Babbius Monument is a circular monopteros on a podium dating to the early 1st century A.D. It consisted of eight Corinthian columns arranged in a circle supporting an epistyle and a conical roof. It was erected on a high concrete podium originally clad with marble revetment. The epistyle bears an inscription in Latin which reads “Cnaeus Babbius Philinus, aedile, pontifex, undertook the construction at his own expense, and the same, as duovir, approved it.” Babbius Philinus was a rich freedman of Greek descent who served as a local official in the region. The same individual also built the Fountain of Poseidon. The fountain was replaced by Temple J, perhaps also dedicated to Poseidon, during the reign of Commodus.

Jungkook Scenario: Shared Fates - Part 1.

Request: Girls hello!! I love everything about this blog❤️❤️ you have no idea! Can i request jungkook being a prince? But i want something a bit different like y/n saving Jungkook? Something that is different and a little funny and romantic too! Is this too much? Maybe y/n can be a bandit and she thinks the prince is full of himself but helps him get over a difficult journey. I will be so happy if you can make this❤️

Genre: Fluff / Drama.

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The city was on fire, the royal guards were falling dead like flies as you could hear the screams but not without taking with them some of the revolters. You watched everything from a distance the fire wouldn’t touch you but if it kept spreading like that then you’d have to find a new place to stay the night.
The smoke burned high and black over the castle, the city at its feet in total clamor. You adjusted your hood over your head watching everything from the hill in which your current home was located. Snorting you looked down at the piece of bread you had been munching, those royals must be pissing on their beds or running around like chickens without heads.

Looking around you saw the irony of it all, you were in a poor part of the city, this was a just a crashing point for the homeless or the errant, everyone that wanted to remain unknown to the big royal city ahead stayed there at the hill. People often avoided it, as they said strange things were cooked there. But today the hill was untouched and the glamorous capitol would soon become ashes.
A hand grabbed your shoulder making you draw the dagger hidden on a flap on your robe. You turned around as the man in front of you still held your shoulder, but with the blade pointing at his neck he looked more than mortified.

-It’s me, Y/N, It’s me, remember me?-

You examined the man in front of you, the long beard and opulent vestment, he didn’t belong to this part of the city, and you did know him. He had been a loyal client of your father when he worked as a smith, you hadn’t seen him in a long time, you didn’t see much of old man Shiyoung after your father died, he was after all, one of the king’s counselors, judging by the state of the city you could tell all the counseling had gone wrong.

-What are you doing here?- you asked putting down the dagger, although you kept it out in your hand.

-I need a favor, I didn’t know who else to ask and at this time…- he looked to the burning city and then at you. -I figured I could trust you-

-You can’t- you rushed to answer. -Whatever it is I want no part in it-

The old man didn’t let you dodge him. -Please, this… I wouldn’t ask this if I had other choice, but you know how to handle yourself, you know these lands and the use of weapons- he stared down at your dagger and then you, you were trying not to glare at him for pointing out your position as mere bandit, when someone said “you know your way around” it wasn’t exactly a compliment, but to the old man it seemed to be today an extremely valuable asset. -There is gold- he assured.

You had your ears on that, gold was scarce and after today even rich people would be ruined. -How much?-

-Whatever sum you precise-

You frowned at that, when people were willing to pay too much it was usually a lie, or a death trap -What do I have to do?-

Shiyoung told you to follow him, going down the hill but instead of taking the main road he pulled you the a side, going into the woods almost blindly as the torch he had lit barely brought light to the place, but as he had said, you knew these lands and you knew these woods so that didn’t worry you. What grabbed your attention was the cart that you could see a few meters from your position and the horse that was tied to it.

-What is this old man?-

-Y/N, I brought you here with the trust I bared for your late father, and because I know that your rough life gave you some… skills-

-What is it?- you insisted not amused by him naming your father.

-The city will fall, the defenses had fallen and it’s only a matter of time, there’s help coming but, but it’d be too late if I do nothing-

You were losing patience with this old man, you were about to turn around and go when you saw him pull the cover of the cart. A man sat upright when the cover was out of the way, you recognized him as you had seen him a couple of times, riding on a fancy caravan one time, winning a tournament, and how could you forget, ignoring every single person around him as he rode to the castle in his mighty white charger, oh there you had him, the crown prince.

-Please, I beg of you Y/N, save our prince-

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Det är lätt i Cairns

1/6-17, torsdag, Cairns

Nu är jag alltså i Cairns på nordöstkusten. Cairns är en liten stad med mycket turister att döma av utbudet affärer och resebyråer. Det finns flera turistattraktioner i området men den otvivelaktigt största är så klart Det Stora Barriärrevet. Världens största sammanhängande korallrev. Jag har läst lite olika siffror på dess storlek men runt 250 mil verkar någorlunda korrekt. Och Cairns är en av flera platser som man lätt kan nå revet ifrån.

Det är betydligt varmare här än på Tasmanien. Det är givetvis vinter även här, och lågsäsong, men temperaturen når över 20 grader även när det är molnigt och blåsigt som idag. Jag sitter utomhus, under tak för det har regnat lite idag, och har shorts och långärmad t-shirt på mig. Det är skönt att kunna ha shorts igen!

Cairns ligger alltså vid kusten men det går ändå inte att bada i havet här. Största anledningen är krokodiler. Och tidvatten - det finns en “strandpromenad” längs med hela stan men nedanför är varken strand eller hav utan våtmark, havet är ett tiotal meter längre ut. Det finns stränder på bilavstånd med “säkra” inhägnader som man kan bada i men det har inte riktigt varit strandväder sen jag kom. Istället för hav kan man bada i en ganska stor pool med tillhörande konstgjord strand och gräsmattor. Man kan väl säga att det är bättre än inget men kan inte mäta sig med stränderna i Perth.

Jag har inte direkt utfört några stordåd senaste dagarna. Mest tagit det lugnt, uträttat lite ärenden, sprungit, sparat pengar. Jag väntar på min australiensiska skatteåterbäring som låter sig vänta. Enligt Skatteverket kan det dröja 50 arbetsdagar och det har redan passerat mer än 40 dagar. Pga en stor skattesvindelhärva som nyss uppdagats kan det enligt min revisor vara ytterligare lite fördröjning. Jag hoppas att jag får mina pengar senast nästa vecka eftersom jag vill avsluta mitt bankkonto innan jag lämnar landet.

Jag bor på ett hostel och delar rum med 3 andra. Gwen från Tyskland, Teresa från Tjeckien och “Granny” från UK, en äldre kvinna som bor i Australien. Gwen och Teresa är två härliga tjejer som alltid skrattar. Igår åt vi middag på en irländsk pub med erbjudandet “måltid & dricka för 10$” (70kr). Sedan upptäckte vi till vår förtjusning att det var halva priset på min favoritglass så jag och Teresa köpte 4 glassar var. Glassen tog slut innan kvällen.

Nu ska jag nog utnyttja det svala vädret och träna lite, ska se om jag kan få med mig någon av rumskompisarna.


National Archaeological Museum:

Mycenaean swords and hilts:

Fragment of a bronze sword. The hilt and shoulder are decorated in the cloissone technique, in which the scale compartments are inlaid with lapis lazuli. This elaborate design ends in lion or eagle-heads, from Mycenae.

Bronze dagger with golden decoration of feliformia in a landscape with bushes, from Pylos.

Gold hilt and pommel revetment of a long sword from Skopelos. The sword is decorated with repousse spirals and concentric circles. The gold sheet of the hilt from the hilt was donated by the Society of Friends of the National Archaeological Museum in 1938, while the pommel was discovered inside the tomb. 

Bronze dagger with a golden decoration of a marinescape with nautiluses, from Pylos.

Faience imitation of sword hilt with gold inlays, from Mycenae.

A long bronze sword with an elaborate gold hilt revetment, decorated with spirals and ending in lion-heads. Griffins adorn the blade, from Mycenae.

For some more mycenaean weapons see here and here

Det mest ubehagelige i verden er at leve. Og jeg kan ikke engang finde ud af at dø, selvom jeg har prøvet utallige gange. Det er aldrig lykkedes for mig. Ingen af de to faktorer er tilsyneladende for mig, og jeg har nu givet op på både at leve og at dø med et rungende suk. Jeg er fanget i en malevolent limbo mellem livet og døden og må se på udefra, imens mine nærmeste desperat og håbløst forsøger på at opretholde, hvad der er tilbage af liv i min kolde krop; som en hensygnende patient i respirator, der magtesløst venter på at stikket bliver revet ud for at få evigt hvile. Men hvilket liv er det helt præcis, de prøver på at redde? Et liv der føles som om, at det har foregået gennem en lang række forfærdelige flashbacks, imens jeg har forsøgt på at afgøre, hvorvidt jeg kan fortsætte livet med disse minder fæstet på nethinden som en sygdoms-befængt tæge, eller om jeg ville lægge al smerten bag mig og vælge døden - den såkaldte nemme udvej. Og jeg ved ikke, hvordan jeg træffer det rigtige valg. Jeg ved ikke, hvordan jeg gør alle glade. Jeg føler, at jeg er nødt til at gå på kompromis med djævelen selv - og kæmpe videre i konstant smerte, selvom lysten for længst er forduftet sammen med min reelle livsglæde, for at tilfredsstille mine nærmeste. For jeg vil jo ikke svigte dem. Jeg vil ikke blive husket som en skuffelse; en skamplet på denne jord. Jeg har ikke lyst til at forlade min elskede lillebror, men jeg har heller ikke lyst til, at han skal bevidne sin storebror være så ulykkelig og opgivende på livet; se døden lure bag mine tomme øjne, når jeg fortæller ham, at jeg er okay. Han har altid set op til mig som en stærk rollemodel, der har kæmpet imod livets strabadser og overlevet alverdens uheld og uretfærdighed, og jeg ville aldrig nogensinde belemre ham med min egen sorg. Han må ikke se, at selv den stærkeste person, han kender, har givet op på livet; besejret af evig modgang og bukket under for påtvunget dårligdom. Han får ikke lov til at optage den elendighed, som jeg har påført så mange andre førhen. Jeg har ikke lyst til at forlade min familie og mine venner uden svar, og det driver mig til vanvid, at jeg selv er nødt til at være et svar skyldigt over for de utallige fragmenterede spørgsmål, der nu har hængt sig selv fra mit loft og er holdt op med at spørge ind til, hvordan jeg har det. De mange år i helvede, jeg har levet, er ikke værdige nok til at kalde for et liv. Men måske kan det blive kompenseret for. Måske kan en værdig død opveje et uværdigt liv, for jeg vil langt hellere dø med værdigheden i behold end at leve uden værdighed.


Tinkinswood, January 2015

A Neolithic chambered cairn just outside St Nicholas in the Vale of Glamorgan - one of the oldest and largest prehistoric monuments in Wales. It was built almost 6,000 years ago, which makes it something like a millennium older than Stonehenge, and the dolmen capstone weighs around 40 tons – that’s the weight of about five double decker buses. The barrow is badly eroded now, but it still gives a good idea of how these tombs were laid out - you can pick out the rectangular outline of the mound with its external revetment wall (partially reconstructed when the site was excavated in 1914) along with the wide forecourt, leading to a single cell chamber. Over 900 human bones were found at the site when it was excavated, suggesting that the burial chamber was used by the entire settlement rather than a favoured few. Legend has it that anyone who spends a night here on the evenings preceding May Day, St John’s Day, or Midwinter Day will die, go raving mad, or become a poet.

Well, much as I’d love to improve my poetic skills, I avoided all three of those dates and didn’t stop long enough to be affected anyway, but I would advise fellow visitors to pick a slightly drier day to visit - access to the site is through a field which gets quite muddy!