T, Nashville was magical. Never in a million years did I think this would happen to me but it finally did after 10 years. I love you so so much and I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait for the world to hear reputation.
May these memories break our fall. @taylorswift@taylornation
Summary: It had been two years.
Two years since that fateful day. The day Astrid received that terrible note.
Two years… and she was alone.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort (spoilers: not a death!fic)
A/N:……SORRY. NOT SORRY.
Astrid walked slowly, the
grass barely making a sound beneath her feet, the air quiet, a soft breeze
grabbing at her hair. She didn’t care about any of this though, she didn’t even
pay attention… didn’t look about at the pretty summer scenery.
heart and mind were in another place. Another time.
coughed quietly into the soft air, finding that the need to weep was gone. Last
year on this day… she’d been empty. An empty shell. Nothing. A waist… She had
cliff came into view. The same cliff she’d stood on not two years ago… at this
same time. Just as the sun was about to set.
this time… she was just watching the cold ocean…
pyre floating away…
herself slowly lower to the ground, sitting back and pulling her knees against
her chest, her face burying against them so only her eyes were above them. She
stared out at the line where sky met sea, but… no matter what, she could no
empty. Sucked dry. She felt hollow, like someone had drained her of her insides
and left her nothing but an empty shell.
dazed off again, and the flashback came to her mind unbidden.
Astrid stood on this same cliff, staring out
at the pyre that was slowly floating away. Although it was empty, them having
never found his body, many of his possessions were laid on the table. His
knife, his old cloths, his blacksmiths robe… but Astrid had refused to give up
his helmet or one of his shirts.
She knew she’d need those if she
ever wanted to get any sleep. She had wrapped her pillow in his shirt, so that
the smell of him that lingered on them might lull her to sleep…
And Valka had refused to give up
his helmet. The one he’d worn when he was younger, the one that matched
Stoick’s. She absolutely refused to give up the little bit of his youth that
she remembered. And everyone respected that.
In fact, Gobber had to force
people to back off, to actually let Hiccup’s belongings remain on the ship as
tradition called for. Everyone wanted a piece of him to remember. A piece of
one of their greatest chief’s that Berk had ever had.
No one wanted to give him up.
Astrid’s shoulders shook as she
glanced down at the black scale held in her palm. The only thing remaining to
remind her of Toothless, and of the loyal bond between him and his rider. She
looked up, already knowing that Toothless’s old saddles had been placed on the
pyre as well.
They were sending off both Rider
It only seemed right. Hiccup and
Toothless… they were like brothers.
“Seems fitting they died
together…” came the woeful thought, making Astrid choke on her tears. Why
couldn’t she have gone too? Why did Hiccup go, and leave her?
What… what about…
“There will always be a Hiccup
She choked again, refusing to
cry. If she did she’d never be able to aim, and… and send off…
Gobber rested a hand on her
shoulder, and she looked up at him slowly. There were tears in his eyes, and he
wasn’t trying to hide them at all, they came streaking down, his eyes empty and
“D-do… would you wish..?” He
asked, knowing how much it meant to her, and how much…
But it felt wrong. Valka should,
or even Gobber…
And yet she found herself
nodding, Gobber taking a small step back in respect. Astrid glanced over her
shoulder at Valka, who gave a nod of her head and a small tear streaked smile.
Astrid took in a shuddering
breath, feeling like her heart was being torn in two as she did so.
THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.
He was supposed to… he was
supposed to be here. They were going to wed. Ha-have a family… grow old
He had promised.
“I’ll come back.” He’d whispered
in her ear. “I’m never leaving you. I promise.”
Astrid blinked, a tear falling
and dribbling off her chin and onto her hands, which now held a bow and ready
She took a deep breath, then
started shakily. “M-may the Valkayries…” she paused, trying to gather her
No, please… don’t be gone…
“Ma-may the Valkaries welcome
you.” She clutched the bow, trying to gather some strength from it. “And lead
you through Odin’s gr-great battle field.” She looked up at the pyre that was
now floating some distance away…now beyond towing back.
He’s going… She thought
sorrowfully, but forced herself to continue.
“May they sing your name with
love and fury!” She said loudly, feeling the pain pulse through her, the ache
of her heart throbbing with every pulse of her veins. She felt the need to
scream now. Scream to the world that her Hiccup was gone.
“So we may hear it rise from the
depths of Valhalla, and know you’ve taken your rightful place… at the table of
kings…” She let her voice drop towards the end, the adrenaline wearing off,
leaving her wide eyed and shocked.
“Tch. Oh good, nacho-head’s back, an’ he brought an uglyass friend.”
Sacrilege? Maybe, if it still gave a shit about Ultra Space, but it most certainly did not. Honestly it wished it could get a crack at these asshats, should any of the targeted gods need a helping tentacle.
“Whatever. They both gon’ get they asses kicked, just like Illuminati boy did last time he showed up.”
So, you want to pursue a creative major- arts, fine arts, communications, design, media, animation- the list goes on. You’ve got your dreams planned out for the next few years and you’re excited to bring your creative ideas to the world. Only one problem- your family or relatives are judging you.
“You’re not going to earn any money.”, “Aren’t artists always broke and starving?”, “You’re going to regret your fancy arts degree in the real world.”, “Take a real degree- arts degrees are so useless.”
You may hear these forms of ‘advice’ from others and you might get defensive and offended and you may get angry at them for not being supportive. Just remember they’re thinking for their best interests for you, and they only want the best for you. As a creative you will be criticized all the time for your work, assessments, projects and even just as a person in general. Family and loved ones are going to be the most critical, and you may be conflicted by their opinions. So what you do?
“Everybody makes mistakes”. She may have made mistakes, but for me, she is an amazing role model. She has done more for charity than a lot of other celebrities, and that makes me respect her a million times more than I already did. Miley cyrus is a young girl living her dream, but also giving back to the world, helping others, and with her celebrity status she has brought a lot of attention to the charities she works with such as the Starkey Hearing Foundation, To Write Love On Her Arms and American Red Cross. Not only is she beautiful on the outside, but she is beautiful on the inside too. Miley Cyrus, you are my inspiration.
A lot of people says: ‘Miley is such a bad rolemodel. She dresses like a slut and dances on poles.’ But did those people ever think of the good things she does? No. Most of them don’t. She goes to haiti to help people with hearing aids. Not much people would do this. Thats why i think miley is amazing ♥
Okay but adding on to this (x) with Amon possibly being in tank 11:
The tank’s reversed
Justice (XI) Reversed:
The Justice tarot reversed exemplifies dishonesty within yourself and dishonesty directed at others:
An unwillingness to understand the deeper meaning of an event, most likely negative, that has occurred is also present
No matter how frustrating the events at hand are, this is the path that the Universe has laid out for the person in question. The Universe has great expectations for the person in question
The Justice card (regular) is a very judgmental card that views the world in black and white. Upon being reversed, the opportunity to release all your thoughts about what is right and what is wrong will appear, to simply be able to accept a situation for what it is.
The person in question should allow themselves to finally live in the moment, no longer in the past, and to be able to withhold immediate judgement
Reversed, the tarot may also be able to “bend the rules” and be more flexible than before
A lot of people says: ‘Miley is such a bad rolemodel. She dresses like a slut. She can’t sing. She dances on poles.’ But did those people ever think of the good things she does? No. Most of them don’t. She goes to haiti to help people with hearing aids. Not much people would do this. She actually cares. Thats why i think miley is amazing ♥