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Solo and Red Peril

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I’m legit crying

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Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight. Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise!

Oh my god, this is beautiful.

A small child enters Valhalla. The battle they lost was “hiding from an alcoholic father.” Odin sees the flinch when he slams the cup and refrains from doing it again. He hears the child’s pain; no glorious battle this, but one of fear and wretched survival.

He invites the child to sit with him, offers the choicest mead and instructs his men to bring a sword and shield, a bow and arrow, of the very best materials and appropriate size. “Here,” he says, “you will find no man who dares to harm you. But so you will know your own strength, and be happy all your days in Valhalla, I will teach you to use these weapons.”

The sad day comes when another child enters the hall. Odin does not slam his cup; he simply beams with pride as the first child approaches the newcomer, and holds out her bow and quiver, and says “nobody here will hurt you. Everyone will be so proud you did your best, and I’ll teach you to use these, so you always know how strong you are.”

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A young man enters the hall. He hesitates when Odin asks his story, but at long last, it ekes out: skinheads after the Pride parade. His partner got into a building and called for help. The police took a little longer than perhaps they really needed to, and two of those selfsame skinheads are in the hospital now with broken bones that need setting, but six against one is no fair match. The fear in his face is obvious: here, among men large enough to break him in two, will he face an eternity of torment for the man he left behind?

Odin rumbles with anger. Curses the low worms who brought this man to his table, and regales him with tales of Loki so to show him his own welcome. “A day will come, my friend, when you seek to be reunited, and so you shall,” Odin tells him. “To request the aid of your comrades in battle is no shameful thing.”

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A woman in pink sits near the head of the table. She’s very nearly skin and bones, and has no hair. This will not last; health returns in Valhalla, and joy, and light, and merrymaking. But now her soul remembers the battle of her life, and it must heal.

Odin asks.

And asks again.

And the words pour out like poisoned water, things she couldn’t tell her husband or children. The pain of chemotherapy. The agony of a mastectomy, the pain still deeper of “we found a tumor in your lymph nodes. I’m so sorry.” And at last, the tortured question: what is left of her?

Odin raises his flagon high. “What is left of you, fair warrior queen, is a spirit bright as fire; a will as strong as any forged iron; a life as great as any sea. Your battle was hard-fought, and lost in the glory only such furor can bring, and now the pain and fight are behind you.“

In the months to come, she becomes a scop of the hall–no demotion, but simple choice. She tells the stories of the great healers, Agnes and Tanya, who fought alongside her and thousands of others, who turn from no battle in the belief that one day, one day, the war may be won; the warriors Jessie and Mabel and Jeri and Monique, still battling on; the queens and soldiers and great women of yore.

The day comes when she calls a familiar name, and another small, scarred woman, eyes sunken and dark, limbs frail, curly black hair shaved close to her head, looks up and sees her across the hall. Odin descends from his throne, a tall and foaming goblet in his hands, and stuns the hall entire into silence as he kneels before the newcomer and holds up the goblet between her small dark hands and bids her to drink.

“All-Father!” the feasting multitudes cry. “What brings great Odin, Spear-Shaker, Ancient One, Wand-Bearer, Teacher of Gods, to his knees for this lone waif?”

He waves them off with a hand.

“This woman, LaTeesha, Destroyer of Cancer, from whom the great tumors fly in fear, has fought that greatest battle,” he says, his voice rolling across the hall. “She has fought not another body, but her own; traded blows not with other limbs but with her own flesh; has allowed herself to be pierced with needles and scored with knives, taken poison into her very veins to defeat this enemy, and at long last it is time for her to put her weapons down. Do you think for a moment this fight is less glorious for being in silence, her deeds the less for having been aided by others who provided her weapons? She has a place in this great hall; indeed, the highest place.”

And the children perform feats of archery for the entertainment of all, and the women sing as the young man who still awaits his beloved plays a lute–which, after all, is not so different from the guitar he once used to break a man’s face in that great final fight.

Valhalla is a place of joy, of glory, of great feasting and merrymaking.

And it is a place for the soul and mind to heal.

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

THIS IS GLORIOUS

Beautiful.

#This is too good #too many feels

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IT WAS SO HARD TO FIND INFO ON CAT HNNNNG. THANK YOU, person who posted this.

Cat Bajun - legendary man-eater cat of big stature. He is said to live in the forests of Siberia. Known for his large size and strength, he is able to break every cuirass. By humming a melody he makes people tired and sleepy. Bajun is known as Baba Yaga’s companion and ruler of wolves and bears. His name derives from Russian word баюкать, which translates to to sopite. He tells made up stories to the encountered travelers. Those who have not enough strength to resist his charm and who are not prepared to fight him are ruthlessly killed. But the one who can catch him will find salvation for all diseases and - Bajun’s tales have healing properties.

There are a number of fairy tales, where the main character is given an assignment to catch the cat, as a rule, these tasks were given to ruin the good fellow. The one who meets Bajun faces imminent death.

#kotbayun #kot bayun #kot bajun #cat bajun #cat bayun

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This is breathtaking

by Shinichiro Saka

Mount Fuji, Japan

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I really hate the lack of sleep being romantic trope. Like- waking up the person you care about at 3 in the morning to spend more time with them and watch the sunrise. Or staying up till 5 in the morning talking. It's so frustrating, cause I love sleep and need a lot of it- and people trying to be romantic with me getting all pissy cause I'm like "it's 11:30, I'm going to bed. Oh and I keep my phone on silent when I sleep" Shit son. Sleep is romantic. Make sleep a romantic trope!

#especially when work or school the next day youcrazy sleepisromantic

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Trying to draw buildings

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I just want more man from uncle 😭

#crying forever

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Shit son

Hi there. If you’re just waking up

Brexit won

The £ plummeted to a 30-year low

Japan has stopped trading

Scotland is pushing for independence

Ireland is considering re-unification

The Dutch Freedom Party are calling for their own EU referendum

#wtf #brexit

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Dude saving for later

lets make a videogame how hard can it be

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HNG yes

The Man From U.N.C.L.E - original score by Daniel Pemberton

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It only gets better as it goes.

an actual video of me in any math class ever.

#kilo either way

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Yes, just yes.

Caught in a rather good romance

#everyoneshouldlistentothis #this is awesome #goodromance

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HNG FINALLY!!!! SOMEONE MADE THIS. Cause yes. Solo really couldn’t be anything else but... Solo. xD Ha ha ha

 {TMFU X  Star Wars}

設定為蓋比為絕地大師 伊利亞是學徒 蘇洛….還是蘇洛?!

gaby is a Jedi Master with her apprentice illya,and solo…as solo.

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This legit made me cry.

Remember, it’s not a competition

#I'msericouslycrying #Inevercry #Isthistruethough #Idunno

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i feel so alone in this world and i dont want to be in it anymore. i’m so tired, so tired.

#goodtiming

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Oh my god, I just realized that like... a week ago I had a dream where I met an artist I REALLY admire, and like, I didn’t know what to say cause I was like ‘omg it’s you!’ and so I ended up asking like... a mildly offensive question like ‘yeah, but when are you gonna go back to drawing this thing’. And was super horrified. ... I’ve only just now realized this was a dream that I had.

From a week ago.

#dreamnotreality #belatedrelization #afterthefact #lolwut

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I love that black Hermione is a thing.

I grew up with Emma Watson, but this- this just feels right.

hp aesthetic: hermione granger

Me! Books! And cleverness!

#new love #understanding #hermione