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mitfaedreland-blog · 7 years
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“Dinner! I made your favourite!”
“You’re definitely drunk.”
“Come on bro, no shame in hugging it out.”
“I think you need to lie down.”
“Quit hogging the couch!”
“Hey, are you okay? You’re making me kind of worried.”
“Don’t lie to me! I can tell. Your mouth is doing that twitchy thing!”
“What do you reckon? Does it look good on me?”
“That’s it! I’m taking you out for some fun!”
“Let’s go commit a crime.”
“That’s the last time I’m going anywhere with you.”
“Aw c’mon, I need a wingman!”
“Okay! Fine! Fine! I admit it! I took the last slice of pizza. Now quit it!”
“I’m not getting in a car with you. Not after last time. No way.”
“Please look after yourself better.”
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mitfaedreland-blog · 7 years
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Something Aksel loathes is chronic pride and arrogance. This partly stems from the Law of Jante, which is a concept inherent to Scandinavian cultures, including the Danish one, where you portray individual successes and achievements as inappropriate. Modesty is key in the Law of Jante, thus seeing people boasting about success is immediately looked down upon. Another reason is his own past. Back then, he used to be very arrogant and powerhungry, and, given how the 19th century was a strong impact on his character, he mellowed a lot. This has made him an incredibly modest person, and immediately sees any signs of arrogance as not needed, although he doesn’t show it to nations and people from other regions when he’s in other places.
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Juleaften, 1985.
København, Danmark.
I hope it is not my imagination, but… the brilliant lights flickering on and off in the cold winter seemed to have shone brighter that night. They had a reason to, after all. It was in my residence, when they all were present. Dining with me, talking with each other, as if the blood and grief from the past had never happened. Laughter, grinning, joy. Everyone’s eyes shone so brilliantly. Nobody filled with grudges as one of them unveiled the almond in the risalamande and won the marzipan pig. Who knew our history, would think it unbelievable. There they were, all of them, in what finally seemed to me like a true Christmas’ Eve… one frequented with their family.
After our feast, we all gathered around the Juletræ, and held hands together. I held tight to the hands of my siblings, like a child holds the hand of their parent. I have missed them so much, and I felt deeply ashamed for my attitudes in the past. The fact they were there, holding my hands, as if I could finally atone for my sins, with them as witnesses, almost made me tear up. And then, me and my entire family, we began to sing Christmas carols and songs, during the peaceful, snowy night, while circling the tree. After so many years of disunity, finally we have attained the harmony that we all so desired for so long, and happiness passed from one to another.
In the end of our singing, we gifted each other with many presents, though, before we opened them, I clearly remember myself saying… that “the dearest gift given to me this Christmas’ Eve, was the chance of seeing my entire family reunited again. I love all of you, from the depths of my heart.” And I sincerely hope they believed it, because it is the truth. After our presents were given, and opened, we stood awake for the entire night, drinking, eating, telling jokes, and just overall enjoying each other’s presences. I had gotten little sleep from around 4 am until 7 am, and woke up with a terrible headache, but, I’m sure of this…
That was the happiest day of my life. Until now.
@ofofredogro @polstjarna
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“you look like a dried, shrivelled raisin.”
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[ and let us join the insult game ]
You look like an æbleskive that went wrong.
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[ he looks at the younger, shorter man inspecting his biceps, though not flexing in response. that, he considers showing off, and he isn’t the kind of guy to do that. only if asked though ]
Summer is generally the best time of the year for some exercise. Both physical exercise and sports. This summer was quite promising, I could say that.
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[ he eases more now that the conversation adopted a calmer flow and relaxes his shoulders just a tiny bit. ] I mean, the topic of height is an interesting one. I’m only tall now... back then, I was much shorter. One of the most widely reasons for the rapid growth of a population’s height is a good diet based on meat and dairy, although there are other factors. I’d say you’re not short, though. [ and he truly means this, despite his own height sdfhgdfg ]
mitfaedreland:
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Not exactly. I don’t come here often. Plus, it’s not every English person that is small, either. I know plenty of people from here who are tall, so. [ he doesn’t really like the feeling of being judged like this, and he looks quite uncomfortable. even arthur is a more comfortable host ]
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[His discomfort is obvious, and Michelle refrains from rolling her eyes again, instead giving a small nod. Come on, try.] Oh, well, yes. I was more referring to height averages around the world. You know, things like how some nationalities are stereotypically taller than others? Never mind. It’s not meant as a personal attack. I’m not exactly short myself.
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i’ll just post a nice reminder here: don’t make fun or disdain people for their lack of knowledge on a certain language, especially if it is not someone’s first language/a language they don’t speak fluently. yes, i’m looking at you nation community rpers. no one is obliged to know deep aspects of the language of their character if they can’t speak it, especially syntactic or morphological aspects. do not look down upon people who can’t speak a certain language and then get something wrong. if you do this, you’re just being a hypocritical asshole. why is that? if you speak a second language, then you know what i mean.
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@mitfaedreland @polstjarna
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Indie OC for the KINGDOM OF NORWAY
HOME . BIOGRAPHY . GUIDELINES
written by Cec
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Field of tulips, Denmark
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i could get lost in this color palette
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warm summer wind smelling like saltwater, dunegrass and rosehip
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dunegrass sparkling in the setting sun
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