#Kristian Sanders

[jolikmc-stuff]

Did I ever show these off here? Maybe I did in bits and bobs… Maybe I didn't. I don't remember. In any case, these are a bunch of my characters, in no particular order, from Essence of Ragnarok, an ongoing story that I sometimes add stories to. They're all drawn in the style of Mega Man 7 sprites. That's kind of my thing.

03/18 Edit: I added a little more info. Doesn't help the already-circulating reblog, but eh.

In order, they are:

Carlos Magnus He's a grumpy wolf who doesn't like Joseph. He's highly skilled with alchemy. He later dates and marries Kris.

Joseph Lithius A flirty fox who's unusually lucky in love. He gets around… whether he intends to or not. He creates music professionally.

Kristian Sanders A fox who likes to maintain distance. She can be unapproachable at first, but if she likes you, she'll offer a smile. She teaches Language Arts ("English", basically) at Masamune High.

Hope North An android who's seen it all. Calm and friendly, never swears. Gave up being a nurse to work on cars. Hates her robot body, sometimes.

Professor Marcus A stern man with a dark past. Knows magic and knows it well. Always wears the same outfit with different colors. No one knows if "Marcus" is his first or last name.

"J" A "bunnycoon" with seemingly no name. Always friendly, sometimes cuddly. Completely mute, even when excited. Creature of chaos. Also serves as the mascot for my stuff (as one can see) outside of the story. And yes, she's dressed similarly to a certain Crimson Demon mage on purpose.

Jessica Ingmann (sprite by Jessica U. Ingmann) Bat lady extraordinaire. Likes pretty much everybody. Loves tacos and flirting – both quite shamelessly. Enjoys punching things and teaches boxing in Muramasa City.

These aren't all the characters of my story. Just the ones that have sprites drawn. Incidentally, some of these sprites are quite old and could probably use a redo. I'm not sure the heights are what they should be, for one… (Carlos is 6' 2" while Hope, Marcus, and I thought J were all 5' 3".)

Anyway, yeah. Maybe one day, I'll fix the sprites that need it and do more pixel art of other characters. If you're interested in the characters based on this small glimpse into their personalities, though, there's a whole butt-ton of stories on my literature site.

Cheers, J (but not that one)

#pixel art #style imitation #Mega Man 7 #original characters #Essence of Ragnarok #Carlos Magnus #Joseph Lithius #Kristian Sanders #Hope North #Professor Marcus #Simply J #Jessica Ingmann

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Family Matters, Ch. IV

Chapter 4 of 4 for "Family Matters", an Essence of Ragnarok story.

Life goes on for everyone except Joseph.  Until one day…

Word count: 3,715 – Character count: 21,835 Drafted: March 10th / 11th, 2023 –

Every story idea I finally make a story out of makes me feel accomplished because, even though I have far too many ideas to write in one lifetime… being able to share them even in a slow trickle… makes me happy.

Joseph Lithius, Kristian Sanders, and "Essence of Ragnarok" series and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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    The rest of the week went by slowly for Kris.  Every day, she would see Joseph laying there on the couch – usually with a pillow over his head and occasionally in a different position than before.  Sometimes, she would see him staring at the television screen.  Sometimes, she would see him looking at the ceiling.  One time, she even caught him getting up and using the bathroom – which she took as a good sign!  Ultimately, though, it was pretty clear that Joseph wasn't getting any better.  He was depressed.  No, he was more than depressed.  He was defeated.  Though she had openly expressed neutrality toward Joseph's new way of life… she was genuinely worried.  She needed to do something.

    As Citrine rolled into Carnelian, Joseph continued to spend all of his time laying on the couch.  He was starting to put a serious groove in it from all the time he spent there, too.  Given how disheveled his hair was and how his facial hair had grown out, it was obvious that he was doing only the bare minimum of hygiene and maintenance to himself.  No matter how depressed he was, there was no way he would let himself become a foul-smelling pile of fox fur.  Still… all he did all day, every day, was lay there.  Then, one day…

    "Joseph?"     The fox continued to blankly stare at the screen of a deactivated television.     "Joseph…"     He wasn't exactly ignoring the voice that had called.  He just had nothing to say.     "Joseph.  Look at me."     When he heard that calm request, he finally turned his eyes upward.  There, he saw his housemate, Kris, standing over him, wearing a powder-blue robe.     "Are you looking?" she asked with a grin.     He didn't respond, but it was pretty obvious that he was.     "Then…"  She grinned.  "Look at this!"     The vixen pulled her robe off, tossing it aside.  Joseph's eyes went as wide as dinner plates!  Underneath that robe… she was wearing some very beautiful lingerie – complete with gloves, stockings, and a garter belt.  It was all as powder blue as the robe.     "Now that I have your full attention…"     Kris smiled down at the fox, her arms behind her back and her tail wagging.  That… was unusual, given the circumstances.     "I've been doing some thinking…"  She leaned down.  "And… I think I know what will bring you back to your usual, loveable self."

    Joseph's fur bristled and his ears perked.  Kris had drawn close.  Her mismatched eyes focused on his as she crawled on top of him.  He blushed when she started nuzzling his cheek, then he gasped when she kissed along the side of his face.     "Seems like you're enjoying this… no?"     Kris continued to kiss his neck and cheek, pressing her warm body against his.  She reached one gloved hand up, gently turning his head.  When she leaned in to kiss him, however…     "Nn–"     She was caught off guard!  Joseph… had leaned up and kissed her, instead!

    "One."

    After breaking the kiss, Joseph said a single word, leaving Kris curious.     "'One'?"     The fox shakily nodded.  "One… one last time, y-you and me…  Then?  N-never again."     "Never again?" she asked in a sing-song voice, gently running her nose along his muzzle.     "Never again," he stiffly replied.     "Never… ever…?" she whispered, kissing the base of his ear.     Joseph trembled… and then, suddenly… Kris found herself on the floor!

    "I… I can't.  I can't–!"     Joseph sat up, holding his head and trembling…  He looked sick to his stomach.     "We… we can't do this anymore, Kris!" he said to the vixen as she got back up.  "We can't be like this… have this kind of relationship, anymore!  N-not even one last time…!"     "Why not?" she asked, putting her hands behind her back, standing cutely for him.     "D-don't make me say it…" he huffed.     "Don't you looove me anymore?" she asked, continuing to act cute and innocent.     "Wh-what?"  He looked up.  "N-no– I-I mean yes, b-but–"     "Don't you find me attractive, Joey?" she pressed, posing for him.  "Don't you wanna just eat me up?"     Joseph fidgeted and blushed hard.  "I… I-I…"  She was wearing him down…     "Don't you wanna put your big, strong arms around my itty-bitty waist," she said, slowly straddling his lap, "and run your hot, wet tongue all over my sensitive neck?"     The girl emitted a loud, rumbly purr, one hand stroking his left ear while her nose gently nuzzled his right.     "Don't you wanna…"She paused, then she whispered… "Make me all… yours…"     "Y… yes, damn it!!"     Joseph pushed her away for a second time, causing her to land on the coffee table.

    "Yes, I do want you!" he shouted, standing up and glaring with tears in his eyes.  "I wanna love you, kiss you, and hold you tight!  I wanna make you smile and make you mine!  I wanna hear your heartbeat next to mine as we say our 'good nights' and I want your beautiful, blue and green eyes to be the first thing I see when I wake up!  I want… I want…"     He whimpered a loud, sorrowful whine.     "I wanna go back to how things were before we went to the doctor…"     "Then…"     Kris stood up, standing beside the fox without touching him.     "What is stopping you?"     "Kris, we're…"  He shook his head, growling.  "We're related!!"     "And?"     "Wh… what?"

    Joseph blankly stared at Kris for the longest time.  All the cuteness and seduction had vanished and the vixen's cool, calm demeanor had returned.  She wasn't glaring.  She wasn't sad.  She wasn't excited.  She was just standing there.  Waiting…  Waiting… in lingerie.

    "Kris… I…"  The fox gulped.  "I don't follow…"     "When I was attempting to seduce you just now," she explained in her usual tone, "you seemed quite interested.  What has changed in the last minute or so?"     "I…"  He looked away, rubbing his arm.  "I m-made a mistake…"     "You made a mistake?"     "I should've stopped you from pushing my buttons… a-and, I sh-shouldn't have kissed you, Kris…"  He shook his head.  "It– it was wrong to kiss you like that!"     "Why?"     "Kris…"  The fox whimpered again.  "We're related!"     She gestured to him.  "And?"     "A-and… and, it's wrong!"     "Do you love me, Joseph?"     "What?"     The vixen bent down, looking right into his eyes.  "Do you love me?"     "I…  Y-yeah, I do."  He nervously laughed.  "You know I do."     "And I love you."  She softly smiled.  "So… nothing has truly changed."     "B-but…"     He tried to look away… only for her to use two fingers and bring him back into view.

    "Be honest with me…" she whispered.  "How do you feel when you think about me?"     "I…"  He swallowed again.  "Kinda sick, I guess…?"     She nodded.  "And… why do you think that is?"     "Be… because… because I was in love with my sister?  And slept with her…" he added under his breath, quietly burping through his nose.     "At that time… did you know that we were related?"     "What?  No, of course–"     "When we first met," she interrupted, "did you know that we were related?"     "Heh…  No.  How would I have?"     "Did you, at any time," she pressed, "have any reason to believe that you and I had any sort of familial relationship up to the point at which we were informed of such news?"     "Kris…"  He nervously laughed.  "I… I don't understand where you're going with this…"     "Had you known that we were related, you would have mentioned it, correct?"     "Of– of course…"  He softly nodded.  "But what–"     "So, we agree, then."  Kris smiled again.  "If this information had come to us at a point before we became intimate, it would have dramatically altered the nature of our relationship."     "Y… yes?"  He wasn't sure.     "Hoooweeeverrr," she continued, "as this information came to us at such a late point in our relationship… it should have very little impact on our interactions going forward!  Would you not agree?"     "I… n-no, I don't agree."

    Joseph pulled back from Kris, stepping away from the couch and table.  He turned around, seemingly walking to the door.  However, he stopped short, pausing to curl his tail around his legs and hug himself.  There, he continued to stay quiet for a moment.     "Kris…" he said after a pause.     The vixen perked, looking across the room.     "Joseph?" she answered.     "You and I…  We… we can't keep…  We can't be…  We're…"     He shuddered… then he turned around, looking at Kris with tears in his eyes.     "I-I'm breaking up with you," he flatly told her.  "W-we're no longer together!"     "Is that so?" she answered, seemingly nonplussed.     "Y… yeah…"  He shook his head.  "It's… it has to be this way."     "Hm.  I see."  She paused and smiled.  "Here is my counter-offer…"

    The vixen walked over to the fox, causing him to step back.  When she took his hands into hers, he paused to look down.  Looking back up, he noticed that Kris' expression had changed…     "I love you, Joseph…" she whispered, her voice sounding unusually emotional.  "I love you with all my heart.  I cannot express with words alone the way you make me feel…"     She reached up, cupping his cheek with her gloved hand.     "There is a calmness that comes over me when you caress me…  There is a warmth in my heart when you look into my eyes…  There is a tingle… a giddiness… when you tease me or show me tenderness…  You are my all… my everything…  This week has been nothing short of the Below, itself, knowing that you have been laying on that couch, completely detached from life… because of me!"     Joseph's eyes shot open.  Was she serious?     "I have been strong…" she continued.  "I have tried my hardest not to buckle under the weight of it all…  I have tried so desperately to be there for you when you needed me most…  But you…  You didn't care.  You refused.  You refused… me!!"

    It happened in an instant.  One minute, Kris was yelling at him.  The next, he was reeling back and missing his glasses!  Kris had slapped him.  She had slapped him full force!

    "You wanna lay there and die, then fine!" Kris shouted, raw emotion utterly obliterating her usual formal way of speaking.  "Die!  Just… just die!!  Don't prolong it!  Kill yourself!!"     "Wh– wh–"  Joseph was extremely stunned!  He hadn't expected anything remotely close to that kind of reaction from Kris!     "If I knew you were just gonna lay there and fucking decompose," she continued, glaring at him with angry, tear-filled eyes, "then I would've pushed you off that fucking bridge for real!"     "B-but–"     "But what, Joseph?!  But what…?"     "I…"  He paused.  "W-wait.  You weren't really gonna push me off the bridge…?"     "I had no intention of pushing you off!" she confessed.  "But you're starting to make me question that decision!!"     Joseph wasn't sure what to say to that… so he just kept listening, wide-eyed and alert.

    "I knew you weren't suicidal and I knew you wouldn't jump!" Kris explained.  "I was just being ruthless with you so you would realize how fucking idiotic you were acting!"     She took a mocking, cowardly pose, looking at the ceiling.     "'Eeeww, I slept with my sister even though I didn't know she was my sister at the tiiime!'" she said, poorly mimicking him on purpose.  "'Everything's diiifferent, now – my life is oooverrr!  Guess I'll go jump off a bridge that probably wouldn't fucking kill me anyway'–"     She threw her arms down and glared right at him, her voice changing back.     "– because it was only a five-fucking-meter drop, you absolute fucking imbecile!!"     Kris threw a punch that landed squarely on Joseph's sternum, making him gasp for air.  He staggered back, shocked.     "You irredeemable cretin!!"     She threw another that pushed his shoulder back, though it was far weaker than the first hit he sustained.  Actually… it didn't even hurt.     "You dimwitted coward!!"     Another punch came at him and, though it hit him right on the nose, he'd barely felt it.     "You… you absolute fool…!!"

    She swung again and again, each attack containing a mere fraction of the last.  Eventually, she drew inward, girlishly thumping his shoulders as she broke down into tears.  Even when Joseph pulled her into a hug, she kept on crying and trying to hit him with the force of a tired infant.  It took quite a while for her to give up, but she couldn't seem to stop the tears from coming.  She must have been bottling things up since that fateful visit to the doctor…  And now that it was flooding out of her… all Joseph wanted to do was hold her and hug her.     Maybe… that's what Kris wanted, too… –

    "Fuck you…"

    After an extended period of sobbing, Kris finally found the where-with-all to speak again.  When she did, Joseph leaned back and looked at her.  She seemed to be… smiling?

    "Fuck you," she repeated, starting to laugh.  "Fuck you, and fuck you, and also: fuck you, and might I add: fuck you.  Also?  Fuuuck…!  Yooou…!"     "I love you, too…?"     Kris laughed even harder when Joseph half-teased her.  Then, she pulled herself back into his embrace, tucked her head under his chin, and squeezed him as tightly as she could.  Which, admittedly… wasn't very tight.  She was still shaky and her head hurt from all the therapeutic tears she'd cried.     "I love you, too…" she whispered from her cuddled position.  "You dumb asshole…"     Joseph smiled, breathing a sigh of relief.  It was weird… really weird… to hear Kris talk like a "normal" person.  But at the same time… it eased his mind to hear her express herself so openly and honestly.  He softly rocked the vixen from side to side, rubbing his cheek between her ears.  They were both long overdue for that moment of pure emotion… and they were both going to enjoy it for as long as they needed to.

    When the two of them had finally calmed down, Kris retrieved her robe from the couch and slipped into it.  Very few words were shared as she then prepared some chicken bullion for the two of them.  It wasn't until they were seated on the couch and easy chair with their drinks that someone finally spoke up.

    "I… apologize for my emotional display."     "And I apologize for being a jerk."     Joseph softly smiled at Kris.  She returned the gesture.     "I… suppose that I was not ready for this discussion, myself…"     "You were as ready as you could be, given my…"  He paused.  "Lack of cooperation."     "Mm…"     Kris blew on her drink before taking a sip.     "Joseph?"     "Yes, Kris?"     The vixen softly blushed, folding her ears and frowning.  "I want to stay with you."     "I…"  Joseph's heart skipped a beat.  "I… I had a feeling…"     "Please…"  She looked up at the fox with hope in her eyes.  "We can make this work!"     "I'm…"  He looked down, his ears falling.  "I'm not sure–"     "We could pretend that the doctor was lying!" she offered.     "I… I can't do that…"  Joseph shook his head.  "I'm sorry…"     "You had no issue with dismissing what he had to say while we were still in the parking lot!"  Kris scowled, giving Joseph a look of concerned anger.  "What changed?!"     "When you ditched me – rightfully so, I might add!"     The vixen flinched, ducking down.  She'd forgotten about that…     "When you ditched me…" the fox continued, "I had a lot of time to think about things…  About three hours, I think?  Anyway, the more I thought about what the doctor said, the more depressed I got…  According to him, we could never raise a family together."     Kris nodded, quietly taking another small drink.     "As if that wasn't enough… he hit us with the double whammy that even if we did have kids, they'd probably be deformed 'cause… you know…"  He looked up with a half-hearted smile.  "Incest and all."     "I still want a family with you…"  She frowned, watching Joseph look away.  "And I still want to be with you."     "I… want that, too, Kris."     The vixen jolted, sitting up.  "Y-you do?"     "I meant what I said…"  He smiled a little brighter.  "I still love you."     "Th-then… what's the problem?" she asked, forgetting herself.     "The problem is that… I can't give you the things you want."     "You can…!"  She slammed her drink down, standing.  "We can keep trying!  A-and–!"     "And… what happens when the hospital realizes it's an incest baby?"     "W-we can have an at-home birth!" was the next thing out of the frantic vixen's mouth.  "W-we know a nurse!  It wouldn't be an issue!"     "Kris…"     When she heard Joseph's cool tone, she stopped talking, closing her eyes and taking a second to calm down.  She needed to calm down…

    "Y-you are hardly being fair, Joseph…"     "Life isn't very fair, sometimes, Kris…"     The vixen stomped her foot, losing her cool again.     "Ivy, Ash, and Sky Above, Joseph, just what is the problem?!"     "Incest is illegal in this region," the fox said, sipping his drink.  "Most regions, in fact.  If people found out we're related…"     "They wouldn't because we wouldn't tell them!"     "That's not how it–"     "Besides!  What if… what if we didn't raise a family?"     "What?"     Joseph tilted his head up.  Kris looked… upset.  Almost as upset as she had been during her much-needed emotional explosion.

    "I've been trying to ignore this fact, but if what the doctor told us is right…"     She looked over at Joseph with wet eyes and an uncomfortable expression.     "We… probably won't be able to produce offspring no matter what we do…"     "You're serious…"  Joseph stood up.  "Even now…?"     "I still want to raise a family with you…" she whispered with a sweet, pained smile.     "Kris…"     The fox walked over, pulling the vixen into his arms.  Once again, they stood there cuddling for a while.  After half a minute, though, Kris turned away and sighed.

    "Family or not," she began again in her usual voice, "I see no reason that you and I cannot continue this relationship."     "It's illegal?" Joseph said with a chuckle.     "Nooo…?"     She spun around, placing a gloved finger on Joseph's nose.     "It would be illegal were we to conceive."     The vixen smiled, wagging her tail.     "Since the likelihood of that is microscopic…"     She scooted inward, pressing her back against his front and hugging his head.     "We would not be breaking any laws," she purred, fondly looking up at him.  "Only social taboos – which are trite and absurd, to begin with!"     "Y-yeah, but…"  Joseph nervously chuckled.  "You're still my sister…"     "And I will continue to be your sister…"     She turned around, throwing her arms around his shoulders and pressing noses with him.     "As we make sweet love like we always have."     The fox offered a hollow laugh.  "That's disgusting…"     "Then why are you blushing, Joseph…?" Kris teased.  "And why is your tail wagging…"     He blushed even harder, unable to stop himself from grinning.     "Fuck you.  That's why."     The vixen girlishly giggled…  "Well, if you're offering…"     "Gods damn it all…" –

    "Haaaaa…  Whew… Gods Above…"

    Carnelian.  The seventh month of the standard calendar.  The warmth of Citrine began to give way to cooler temperatures and more mild weather.  It was still a good time to sit outside with a drink, though it was definitely jacket weather.  For Joseph and Kris, though, the beginning of the month had meant something a little different…

    Joseph lay in his bed, catching his breath and looking at the ceiling fan slowly rotating overhead.  Sweat clung to his fur as he recovered from rekindling his relationship with his beloved vixen.     "I needed that…"  He smiled at his girlfriend, wagging his tail.  "I really did…"     "Joseph… I have a query."     The fox chuckled before removing his glasses and rubbing his face.     "What's that?" he asked, looking at her again.     "Can you live with yourself…" the vixen asked, her face deathly serious, "knowing that you just intentionally made love to your older sibling…?"     When Joseph heard that… he looked away, folding his ears.     "S… so did you…" he meekly said in an attempt to either tease or share the blame.     "Hmmm…"  Her face relaxed.  "Yes.  Yes, I suppose I did."     The fox blushed as his girlfriend scooted over, her warm body just as sweaty as his.     "And I believe… that I can live with that."     She offered a smile as she cuddled with her boyfriend.     "I can live with consciously defying both law and societal rules as we continue our illicit relationship right under the noses of those who would have us jailed for life.  In a way… it is rather exciting.  Would you not agree?"     "Kris, I already feel weird enough about this without you rubbing it in…"     She softly pecked him on the cheek before telling him, bluntly, "Nothing has changed…"     "I mean, technically, no…" he reluctantly agreed.  "But–"     "Had we learned of this relation earlier in life, it would matter.  As things are now?"  She nuzzled into his cheek, purring.  "I would rather throw myself off of a five-meter drop than be forced to give up the man I adore…"     He scoffed and chuckled.  "You're never gonna let that go, are you?"     "Much like you refuse to let me go."  She purred, cuddling in.  "Funny how that works…"     Joseph had to laugh.  She was right.  When he was up on that bridge, he had a million thoughts spinning in his head, but it always came back to one constant: life just wasn't worth living without that woman in his arms.  He didn't care that they were related.  Okay, sure, it was a little troubling…  But when it came right down to it, she was right: nothing had changed.

    Joseph joined Kris as her teacher's aide the following day, feeling renewed.  Their relationship had been tested… pushed to its absolute limit…!  It almost broke them both.  But after everything… they still loved each other with all their hearts.  And as the days rolled on, the thought of raising a family became more of a "passive want" than an urgent desire.  The only true desire they shared was wanting to spend the rest of their days together.  If they just happened to make a kid during that time?  Well… they would cross that bridge if they came to it.     Hopefully… they would never have to jump off of it.

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2046 #Family Matters #original characters #jolikmc #Joseph Lithius #Kristian Sanders #drama #romance

[magdasabs]

PERNILLE HARDER JOINS THE BOARD OF FCM SOCIETY

The national team star, who hails from Tulstrup, emphasizes her desire to make a difference off the field and can reflect herself in the values ​​of FCM Society

The mission of FCM Society is to help young people in the region who have difficulty finding and releasing the talent that all people possess.

Here you benefit from the experience that FC Midtjylland has in relation to having created football talents through the development of whole people over the last many years. It is used to make the participants in the FCM Society's talent course ready to be part of labor market communities, educations and associations.

Now there is a new strong addition to the team in FCM Society, as the female football player Pernille Harder joins the board.

- I want to help vulnerable people and give back to the community, so when I got the request from FCM Society and heard more about their values, I was immediately interested. It means a lot to me to be able to help other people, says Pernille Harder.

- First of all, I need to learn more about FCM Society and how it all works. I have gained a good insight into their work, which I look forward to helping to develop. Now I'm just looking forward to getting out and making a difference, she adds.

While the current Chelsea profile unfolded her football talent in her young years, Pernille Harder went to high school in Ikast, where during that period she trained with FC Midtjylland's academy boys in the morning.

The national team player, who has appeared 131 times for Denmark, does not hide her local roots.

- I really want to give something back to the area I come from. I grew up in Tulstrup and still feel a great connection to Central Jutland, so it is very important for me to be able to take part in a project that originates here in the region, explains Pernille Harder.

UNIQUE NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL PLATFORM

In addition to Pernille Harder, FCM Samfund's board of directors includes Erik Sviatchenko, Michael Koch, Claus Steinlein, Helge Sander and chairman Kristian Tvergaard.

- It has been a great wish for us to have more diversity on the board of FCM Samfund. We have drawn a profile of a new board member, who would very much like to be a woman based in our region, and who comes from the world of sports, says Preben Rokkjær, marketing and support director at FC Midtjylland.

- We were never in doubt that Pernille Harder was an obvious profile, so we are incredibly happy and proud that she has agreed to become part of FCM Society. We look forward to working with her and gaining new perspectives on our work, Preben Rokkjær explains.

29-year-old Pernille Harder has played at the top level in Denmark, Sweden, Germany and now England.

- Pernille has a completely unique platform both nationally and internationally. She is one of the world's best female football players and has a strong personality. The fact that she lives in London and has experience from several places abroad means that she has an international outlook, which we would also like to learn from in FCM Samfund, points out Preben Rokkjær and concludes:

- With Pernille Harder and Erik Sviatchenko on the board, we have a strong and direct relationship with the world of sports. They both go to the front of the field, but most importantly, they have strong personalities and attitudes to what goes on outside the field.

FCM Samfund's partners are TrygFonden, Vestjylland Forsikring, Rationel, ALPI and DK Company.

Welcome to the FCM Society for Pernille Harder.

#pernille harder #article

[niemernuet]

Short untitled one-shot about Sander and Henrik that came to me after Henrik's memorable show in Sölden with the protesters and his subsequent excuse that he was just angry that they were ruining Sander's race. Bit different maybe, heed the warning.

rating: M pairing: none for main, Timon/Clément if you squint characters: Alexander Steen Olsen, Henrik Kristoffersen, Timon Haugan, Sebastian Foss Solevaag, Leif Kristian Haugan, Clément Noel, Atle Lie McGrath, Lucas Braathen, OC warnings: non-con, assault

“It’s not usually like this.”

Timon spoke quietly, as if he dared not be louder than the hushed voices filling the spacious hall with a soft murmur.

Sander picked at his face mask, and gave him a quizzical look.

“You know,” Timon said, and waved his hand through the air, “the…mood. Normally, World Cup races are great fun, it’s just with Atle and Lucas both injured…” He left the sentence unfinished, and instead ended it with a shrug.

Even though a paper mask was hiding most of his face, the grin on Sander’s face was clearly recognizable.

“Oh, I’m not bored at all. Not with Seb and…hey, Seb, who’s that writer again?”

Sebastian sat on the other side of the coffee table in a comfortable lounge chair. “Håkan Nesser,” he said, not unfriendly and yet without looking up from his book.

“Håkan Nesser,” Sander said to Timon before turning to Seb again. “And is it still good?”

Sebastian chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea! The detective just found out that the dead journalist had a wife who went missing on a hike a few years earlier. That totally came out of nowhere and changes everything!”

“No way!” Sander exclaimed, and looked at Timon. “That changes the whole story!” He watched earnestly as Timon snorted into his mask.

“Yeah,” Seb said, too immersed in his book to see much of his surroundings. “This man can produce nothing but bangers.”

“Evidently,” Sander answered, while Timon shoved a hand under his mask, and bit down on it. With another grin, Sander turned towards the large window front opening towards the main street, and while Timon kept fighting for composure he watched as the masses of people washed through the small village like endless waves. Right next to the entrance to the hotel, Leif was standing by a pot of dead box wood with the well-known dopey smile that indicated that he was face-timing his children. In little more than two hours there would be the opening ceremony where the best racers would get to draw their starting number and while neither Timon nor Sander had to participate, they did have to be present for a few interviews and photo shootings with sponsors beforehand. It was the second to last station of the world cup before the finals in Switzerland, which again, neither Timon nor Sander were invited to.

A sharp gust of cold air blew into their corner when the door from the reception hall of the hotel flew open, and another Norwegian athlete rushed inside.

“Are we having the interviews here?” Henrik barked at Timon, and glared across the room.

“They’re still prepping the last things,” Timon said, rolling his eyes at Sander. “Can’t be long now.”

“It fucking better,” Henrik snarled. “I don’t have all day.”

“It’s almost evening,” Sander muttered behind his mask, making Timon snort again. He caught himself quickly though.

“Hey, Henrik, have you already met Alexander? It’s his second time in the World Cup.”

Henrik paused for a few moments, his gaze resting on Sander at the same time irritated and utterly bored. Sander gave it back in strides, and when Henrik finally walked away, his middle finger shot up.

Timon chuckled. “He’s in a wonderful mood today.”

-----

The atmosphere in Kranjska Gora was unlike any other place in the entire World Cup. Sure, there would be another race, the big final where the crystal globes were handed out but as only the best of the best were invited there, the races in Slovenia were the end of the season for the big masses, and they treated it with the appropriate gravity.

The strict rules of the pandemic ended at the threshold to the bar, and neither Timon nor Sander, much like a substantial part of the other athletes, questioned the legality of the place. The bodies were packed tightly together, and the thumping bass seemed to move them in the rhythm of the strobing light. Timon pulled Sander through the crowd, and ordered the first round at the bar. Sebastian and Leif, of course, had opted for an early bedtime with Håkan Nesser and a videocall with the family respectively.

"Next time will be better," Timon yelled over the noise as he toasted with Sander. He nodded, still a bit annoyed with himself and the way he had lost control of his skis in the heavy snow. He took a big swig so he would not have to say anything. Slowly, they made their way through the crowd while Timon introduced Sander with every step they made. He knew all of them, some from races in the European Cup, and some from television. The Swiss delegation seemed to have arrived in its entirety; no wonder after their double victory today. Odermatt and the short one who had not been on the podium danced together, pretty much the only Swiss to do so, and Sander had to step out of their way when Timon pulled him past. They ended up close to a wall at the other end of the bar, near a group of French athletes. It only took Sander a short while to realise that Timon had stationed them there deliberately.

"I knew I'd find you in here," Clément yelled as he raised his glass towards them. Sander did not even know the bar carried wine. It certainly did not look the kind.

"We have reasons to drink today, so…" Timon answered, and pointed to his left. "That's Sander. He's new."

"I watched your race today," Clément said. "Well, I watched your split times in the app, at least. I thought it was glitching because it showed so much green. At least until…you know…" He grinned, and Sander was forced to answer with a thin smile.

"He'll beat you in no time," Timon threw in, and Clément laughed.

He eyed Timon over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his red. "Have you thought about what I said?

Timon rolled his eyes but the fond smile betrayed him. "I told you I'm in…"

"…negotiations," Clément finished for him. "I know you are very in demand. But have you considered that you will find nobody better than Dynastar?"

Timon laughed, and Sander could barely hear his answer over the noise. Quietly he sipped his beer while the gap between him and the other two grew wider. Timon nodded when he offered to fetch the next round while Clément mustered him with that faint, slightly condescending smile that only the French could, conveying perfectly how glad he was to get rid of him. Without another look back, Sander squeezed through the crowd, jostled across the floor by the mass of bodies until he reached the counter on the other end. The two barkeepers could barely keep up with orders raining down on them from every direction, and Sander resigned to a long wait. He watched them hurry up and down the length of the bar, raising his hand whenever one came close, and it took him a while to realise the pair of eyes resting on him. The guy was not bad to look at, under the dim, strobing light anyway, a bit older than Sander, rugged but not unkempt, and with a curious gleam in his eyes.

He leant closer, and Sander's heart sped up when his breath landed on his ear. "First time?"

Sander pressed his lips together, and shook his head, hoping that the blush on his cheeks was not visible. "No," he lied. "I've been to bars before."

The other guy laughed. "I mean in Kranjska Gora."

Sander's cheeks felt like one of the red lightbulbs flickering above but the other guy simply patted him on the shoulder before he leant over the counter, and held out his hand.

"Here, on me," the guy smiled, and offered him one of the shot glasses.

"I'm supposed to fetch three beers for my friends," Sander said weakly, and looked after the barkeeper who was already halfway down the room again. His shoulder still throbbed from the short touch.

"Three?" the other asked. "That's one too many. Are you sure they want them?"

Sander still hesitated, his gaze dashing towards the back of the bar. As if on cue a gap opened in the bodies moving on the dance floor, revealing Timon and Clément deep in conversation, their heads almost touching. Sander snorted, and looked back to the guy. He grabbed the little glass, clinked it against the other, and threw it back. It burnt all the way down into his stomach, and it took a few seconds until he had full control over his face again.

"Not bad," the guy laughed. "Almost as fast as you are on skis." He drank his shot without blinking, and turned back to the bar. It was as if he had a telepathic connection to the barkeepers the way he could get their attention with ease.

"I really shouldn’t…" Sander began. The guy turned around, and his friendly yet sharp gaze made Sander's stomach flutter as hard as the shot before. He slid closer, until their thighs were touching, and his hand was resting on Sander's hip. Jolts of electricity surged through Sander's body.

He realised that they were the same height. "Sorry," the guy smiled, "couldn't hear you over the music. You were saying?"

Sander swallowed hard. "I've got another race tomorrow."

"So you already want to leave me?"

"No, I just…"

"Great!" the guy laughed, turned back to the bar, and before Sander knew, he had another tiny glass in his hand.

"I watched your race today. You'll do just fine." He eyed Sander expectantly until he drank his shot.

"I'm not so sure," Sander coughed through the burning sensation in his throat. "But if it helps me reach the finish line."

The guy laughed, and swapped the empty glass in Sander's hand with a full one. "If you can trust the locals then this will help against every bad thing you can only imagine."

Sander laughed. The shots had crept up into his head almost immediately, and he could feel their effect in the blurred edges of his view.

"Which team are you with?"

The guy winked at him, clinked his glass against Sander's and emptied it. His hand was scorching on Sander's hip, and he could feel every finger through his jeans.

"Don't think I could be a racer, okay…" the guy said with raised eyebrows, and waited for Sander to empty his shot again.

"No, it's not that!" Sander laughed. "Because if you were I'd know you."

The guy kept smiling at him, the silence between them lasting longer and longer.

"Swiss?" Sander guessed, and the guy burst out laughing. "French? Italian?"

He received another glass.

"Austrian?"

"Now you're just insulting!"

"No!" Sander yelled, and laughed again. The guy observed him with an amused grin as he fumbled with the shot glass. He did not know how much time passed, or how little, except that he kept laughing and guessing both his name and nationality while drinking until suddenly the world threatened to turn upside down.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air?" the other said, and guided Sander through the crowd. The air outside was crisp, and white frost already laying on the black pavement. Sander took a few deep breaths as they ambled along, and it took him a few houses to realise that…

"My hotel's in the other direction."

"Nah, it'll be shorter around here," the guy said, and waved to the left. "Trust me, I know this place." He grinned at Sander. "Not like there's a lot to know."

They passed another hotel, swankier than the one of the Norwegian team, and finally turned left into an alley. The shine of the street lamps ended shortly behind the sidewalk, and while the next one was visible in the distance where the alley crossed into another street again, there was a sizable patch of darkness between them. Sander's feet felt clumsy and unwieldy on the cracked pavement as he stumbled along, leaning into the touch of the other guy to his right for support. His hand was still resting around Sander's hips, and he only had to budge a little to push him against the wall of the building.

"You can really pack those shots away", he smiled. Out in the cold, clean air, his breath sent no more tingles down Sander's spine. He tried to turn away from the wave of sour alcohol breath but was too late. His kiss was heavy, his tongue a shapeless lump in Sander's mouth.

"I should go back," he gasped when the other retreated, hating how breathless and small his voice sounded in the dark. All of the excitement of his buzz had vanished, and only the alcohol remained like lead in his limbs.

"What? Now? When it's just getting good?" the guy mumbled against Sander's skin as his mouth wandered down his neck. His stubble scratched like sandpaper.

"No! Let g…" The hand clamped over Sander's mouth like a vice, pressing the back of his head hard against the rough surface of the wall.

"No?" the guy snarled, grabbed Sander's hand, and slammed it hard against the wall. A wave of pain and fear broke over Sander at the realisation how little he could do against the strength of this stranger.

"No? After all this you want to pull out?"

"Hey!"

The cone of a cellphone's flashlight landed on them, and the guy startled. It was enough for Sander to push him away, and stumble two steps out of his reach. He coughed, sucking the cold air deep into his lungs.

"Get the fuck away from him!"

The cone of light became bigger and blinded Sander.

"This doesn't concern you," the stranger from the bar growled. "Move on!"

"The fuck it does!" the other man barked, and Sander's stomach seemed to fall out under his feet as he realised who it was. Before the other guy could react, Henrik shoved him hard.

"I said: Get the fuck away from him! Do you even know how old he is?"

The other guy laughed roughly, and with rising dread Sander watched as he squared up against Henrik. "He's of age, don't worry."

"Congratulations, that elevates you from disgusting creep to just creep," Henrik snapped, and shoved him again. "Now get lost."

The light from the phone wobbled as Henrik got shoved in return. "You don't want to try me," the man snarled.

Sander took a step forward, trying to move in before the other could lunge at Henrik but Henrik was faster. The punch was swift and came without any warning, the crunching noise under the slap of skin meeting skin so disgusting that Sander felt like throwing up instantly. The other guy stumbled, his knees buckling under his weight. No sound came from him except a loud gasp as he staggered against the wall.

Henrik on the other hand was much louder. "Fuck!" he yelled, and furiously shook his hand. "Fucking hell, that hurts like shit!" Still swearing he raised the phone in his other hand, and shone the light into the face of the stranger. Blood was gushing from his nose, and the look in his eyes was pure bewilderment.

"You don't want to try me!" Henrik spat, grabbed Sander's hand, and pulled him towards the street.

He did not dare to pull out of his grasp as they walked under the street lamps of the main street, approaching the centre of the town with all the hotels and bars. Henrik eventually stopped on his own, let go of Sander, and for a while he clenched and unclenched his bruised hand while his gaze darted up and down the road. Eventually, he took a deep breath, looked up towards the lamp, and stared at his phone for a moment before he switched off the flashlight. Only then did he remember who was standing next to him.

"You fucking idiot!" he said to Sander with cold anger in his voice, and the same irritation in his eyes as yesterday. "You lot really does get dumber with every year."

Sander pressed his lips together. Somewhere in the back of his head, buried under the alcohol and the adrenaline and the feeling of utter humiliation, was a small, sensible voice that tried to explain all the ways he was in the wrong, and supposed to thank Henrik, and go to bed without further discussion.

"I had it under control," he grumbled, and walked away.

"As if!" Henrik laughed joylessly, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "What would have happened had I not gone for a short jogging round before bed? What would have happened had I not recognised the patch on your jacket from the stairs to the hotel?" He slapped his palm against the logo of Ski Norge, and Sander impatiently rolled his shoulder back.

"I had it under control!" he yelled in Henrik's face, his cheeks burning, and tears stinging in the corners of his eyes.

Henrik blinked in amazement. Then, he took a step forward, and sniffed the air around Sander.

"You fucking idiot pound back Slivovitz twelve hours before a race?" He grabbed his arm again, and shook him hard. "I'm serious, is there something wrong with you? Do you start in the special category when you're not crashing out in the World Cup?"

"Leave me alone!" Sander yelled, hating how close his voice sounded to tears. He turned around again, and this time Henrik did not stop him when he dashed away but followed closely on his foot. For a while he did not say anything, until:

"Here! Take these!"

Sander looked down at the open palm of Henrik.

"If any coach is still up and smells you like this, you will walk back to Oslo and never start in another FIS race in your life."

Sander frowned. Reluctantly, he grabbed the two mints from Henrik, and shoved them between his teeth.

"Walk upright," Henrik continued, as if Sander had not been doing it the entire time. "Don't talk to anyone, and brush your teeth once you're in your…"

"Hey, Sander!"

They stopped, and turned around.

Timon wheezed when he came to a stop beside them. "Sorry, we didn't know where you were. We thought you'd left with that other guy…" Timon kept panting while Clément also caught up to them.

"Not that I'm not happy for you but I was kinda looking forward to that beer," he said, much less out of breath than Timon.

"Sorry," Sander muttered, painfully aware of his breath coming out of his mouth in white clouds. "I just needed fresh air."

Clément shrugged. "Eh, I'm just joking. I hate beer, and the wine here is virtually undrinkable." With a smile, he turned to Henrik. "Hi."

Henrik looked at him and Timon with a surly look. Without another word, he turned on his heel, and jogged away.

"Okay…," Clément muttered, and rolled his eyes. "He definitely is in a mood, huh?"

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Timon groaned, and linked arms with Sander. "Please don't tell Atle or Lucas about this part of the evening."

"What? Why?" Sander asked, turning his head hastily towards the ground. Slowly they walked along the rows of hotels and restaurants. Their hotel was coming closer now, the neon lights shining only a few metres away.

"Atle was sure he'd try to corner you somehow. He said I would have to protect you. I didn't believe him but he was right. I hope he didn't impart his wisdom on you for too long."

"Next time pretend to get a call," Clément threw in.

Sander stared at his feet moving one step after the other on the frozen street. He shrugged.

"It wasn't that bad," he said.

Epilogue:

Even though the place was a massive block of glass and air, Norway’s skiing team brought the capacity of the lobby at its limit. Everyone dutifully wore the new polo with next season’s design, as instructed by the marketing team. Soon they would disperse to the various studios for the photo shootings but for the time being they were forced to wait. Most of them were clustered around the big couch that was fully occupied by Kristin and Lucas and their outstretched legs with the clunky splints around the knees. Sander kept fidgeting with the collar of his shirt even as he approached the corner at the far end of the lobby, the only place that allowed a glimpse around the neighbouring building and the harbour behind it. Henrik did not stop scrolling through his phone while Sander fought with himself, and only looked up when he cleared his throat.

“I…” Sander began before his voice gave out. He had often thought about this moment. Not about the one back in spring, that one was locked deep away in his heart, but he had something to make up for after all. And so, here he was. “I wanted to thank you.”

Henrik raised his eyebrows over his high forehead that his wispy bangs could not hide.

“For…Slovenia,” Sander added, his voice barely faltering, his mind not going back to that night and the feeling of sharp pain in his hand, the helplessness...

Henrik mustered him for a moment, a slight frown on his face. Then, he nodded, and went right back to his phone.

Sander took a deep breath, the another. He hesitated. “So…you and Hirscher?”

Henrik chuckled. “No,” he said.

“I mean…”

“It’s me and Van Deer,” Henrik interrupted him. “Difference.”

“Sure.”

An exasperated groan escaped Henrik’s lips as he looked up from his phone again. “Did McGrath send you? That little gossipy bitch! Why doesn’t he pester Haugan?”

“He didn’t,” Sander hurried to say. “I was just trying to make conversation.”

Henrik paused. “Oh.”

They wallowed in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

“You know, if you’re interested…” Henrik eventually began, and trailed off with a shrug.

Sander shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. For now.”

“Okay. Your loss.”

Sander pressed his lips to a thin smile. He looked over his shoulder, then back to Henrik. “Okay. See you around.”

“See you,” Henrik muttered to his phone.

Lucas, Atle and Timon were not even pretending not to have watched Sander’s exchange with Henrik with unashamed curiosity. He did not say anything when he joined them by the couch.

Lucas began first. He turned around as far as his stretched leg allowed. “Timon, could you please come here and bend down so I can hit you?”

Timon snorted, and took a step back from the couch. One second later, he doubled over with a hiss, and clutched his upper arm where Atle had boxed him.

“That’s for leaving Sander with Henrik in Kranjska Gora,” Lucas said.

“I told you I’m sorry. It was just five minutes.”

“A lot can happen in five minutes,” Atle said, his voice dripping with reproach. He turned to Sander. “We should have never left you alone. It’ll be better next season, I promise.”

Sander laughed. It came easy, now that he had done his duty. Now that he never had to think back to that night again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Henrik and I are cool.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and grinned at them.  Atle blinked at him with wide eyes for a moment, before:

“Ow fuck!,” Timon yowled.

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Nickelodeon News Bytes | June 19, 2022

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In Honor of Pride Month here’s a list of out and proud LGBTQ+ Celebs

1) Nicole Maines

2) Demi Lovato

3) Colton Haynes

4) Miley Cyrus

5 & 6) David Burtka and Neil Patrick Harris

7 & 8) Ellen Degeneres & Portia De Rossi

9) Hayley Kiyoko

10 & 11) Matt Dallas & Blue Hamilton (ft their son Crow)

12 & 13)  Cara Delevingne & Ashley Benson

14 & 15) Sarah Paulson & Holland Taylor

16) Rosie O’Donnell

17) Sara Gilbert

18) Maisie Richardson-Sellers

19) Lady Gaga

20) Elton John

21) Elliot Fletcher

22) Bex Taylor-Klaus

23 & 24) Cheyenne Jackson & Jason Landau

25) Zachary Quinto

26) Matt Bomer

27) Chaz Bono

28) Billy Eicher

29) Ross Matthews

30 & 31) Stephanie Allynne & Tig Notaro

32) Laverne Cox

33) Rowan Blanchard

34) Halsey

35) Keiynan Lonsdale

36) B.D. Wong

37) George Takei

38 & 39) Teddy Geiger and Emily Hampshire

40) Lauren Jauregui

41) Caitlyn Jenner

42) Stephanie Beatriz

43) Freddie Mercury

44) Anderson Cooper

45 & 46) Tegan & Sara

47 & 48) Jaymes Vaughan & Jonathan Bennett

49 & 50) Ruby Rose & Jessica Origliasso

51) Shane Dawson

52 & 53) Rose Ellen Dix & Rosie Spaughton

54) Tessa Thompson

55) Drew Barrymore

56) Danny Pintauro

57) Alyson Stoner

58) Raven Symone

59) Sara Ramirez

60) Shannon Beveridge

61) Jodie Foster

62) Ellen Page

63) Jane Lynch

64) Wentworth Miller

65) Amber Heard

66) Jim Parsons

67) Victor Garber

68) Michelle Rodriguez

69) Cynthia Nixon

70) Alan Cumming

71) Ricky Martin

72) Wanda Sykes

73) Billie Joe Armstrong

74) Samira Wiley

75) Melissa Eheridge

76) David Hyde Pierce

77) Heather Matarazzo

78) Charlie Carver

79) Angelina Jolie

80) John Barrowman

81) Robin Roberts

82)  Michael J. Willett

83) Frank Ocean

84) Clay Aiken

85) Kristen Stewart

86) Robert Gant

87) Wilson Cruz

88) Rupaul

89) Lily Tomlin

90) Sandra Bernhard

91) Megan Fox

92) Vanessa Carlton

93) Chris Colfer

94) Lance Bass

95) Jesse Tyler Gerguson

96) Stephen Fry

97) John Glover

98) Sean Hayes

99) Ian McKellan

100) Brendon Urie

101) Denis O’Hare

102) Adam Lambert

103) Nathan Lane

104) Eric Millegan

105) Adamo Ruggiero

106) Amandla Stenberg

107) Garrett Clayton

108) Janelle Monae

109) Kevin McHale

110) Paris Jackson

111) Kate McKinnon

112) Ke$ha 

113) Aubrey Plaza

114) Fergie

115) Anna Paquin

116) Aaron Carter

117) Kristian Nairn

118) Jake Zyrus

119) Bella Thorne

120) Mara Wilson

121) Sam Smith

122) Ezra Miller

123) Ian Alexander

124) Lachlan Watson

125) Jeffree Starr

126) Sophie Turner

127) Evan Rachel Wood

128) Thomas Sanders

129) Lilly Singh

130) Emilie Autumn

131) Janeane Gerofalo

132) Gillian Anderson

133) Wallis Day

134) Andrew Rannells

135) Billy Porter

136) Laura Jane Grace

137) Michael D. Cohen

138) Rachel Maddow

139) Lea DeLaria

sorry for the long af post but i wanted to include as many as possible

Please feel free to add whoever I missed :)

#lesbians #gays #bisexual #trans #celebrities #pride month #demi lovato #nicole maines #colton haynes #caitlyn jenner #lauren jauregui #adamo ruggiero #eric millegan #ellen degeneres #portia de rossi #sara gilbert #matt bomer #matt dallas #blue hamilton #nathan lane #freddie mercury #frank ocean #cynthia nixon #rosie o'donnell #adam lambert #ruby rose #denis o'hare #ian mckellan #sean hayes #brendon urie

[goalhofer]

2020 Olympics Norway Roster

Athletics

Karsten Warholm (Ulsteinvik)

Filip Ingebrigtsen (Sandnes)

Jakob Ingebrigtsen (Sandnes)

Håvard Haukenes (Bergen)

Sondre Guttormsen (Ski)

Narve Gilje-Nordås (Voll)

Sondre Norstad-Moen (Trondheim)

Ola Isene II (Lier)

Eivind Henriksen (Oslo)

Martin Roe (Bergen)

Amalie Iuel (Bærum)

Karoline Bjerkeli-Grøvdal (Ålesund)

Hedda Hynne (Skien)

Line Kloster (Asker)

Lene Retzius (Ringsaker)

Diving

Anne Tuxen (Stavanger)

Golf

Viktor Hovland (Stillwater, Oklahoma)

Kristian Krogh-Johannessen (Drammen)

Tonje Frydenberg-Daffinrud (Østerås)

Gymnastics

Sofus Heggemsnes (Oslo)

Julie Erichsen (Bergen)

Handball

Sander Sagosen (Stavanger)

Bjarte Myrhol (Oslo)

Petter Øverby (Kongsvinger)

Kristian Sæverås (Oslo)

Kent Tønnesen (Lørenskog)

Magnus Jøndal (Tomter)

Kristian Bjørnsen (Stavanger)

Magnus Gullerud (Kongsvinger)

Christian O’Sullivan (Oslo)

Harald Reinkind (Tønsberg)

Torbjørn Sitterup-Bergerud (Drammen)

Kevin Maagerø-Gulliksen (Oslo)

Magnus Rød (Oslo)

Magnus Fredriksen (Vestfossen)

Simen Holand-Pettersen (Tønsberg)

Henny Reistad (Oslo)

Veronica Egebakken-Kristiansen (Drammen)

Marit Malm-Frafjord (Tromsø)

Stine Skogrand (Bergen)

Nora Mørk (Oslo)

Stine Bredal-Oftedal (Oslo)

Silje Solberg (Bærum)

Kari Brattset-Dale (Fredrikstad)

Vilde Mortensen-Ingstad (Oslo)

Katrine Lunde (Kristianstad)

Marit Røsberg-Jacobsen (Narvik)

Camilla Herrem (Sola)

Sanna Solberg-Isaksen (Bærum)

Kristine Breistøl (Oslo)

Marta Tomac (Trondheim)

Vilde Ingeborg-Johansen (Tønsberg)

Rowing

Torjus Trømborg (Oslo)

Petter Solberg-Svingen (Oslo)

Trond Bjercke (Oslo)

Andreas Dugstad-Sørskaar (Oslo)

Marius Ahlsand (Oslo)

Jonathan Wang-Norderud (Oslo)

Kjetil Borch (Tønsberg)

Kristoffer Brun (Bergen)

Are Weierholt-Strandli (Stavanger)

Martin Helseth (Ålesund)

Jan Stabe-Helvig (Oslo)

Erik Solbakken (Fredrikstad)

Olaf Tufte (Tønsberg)

Swimming

Henrik Christiansen (Skjetten)

Tomoe Zenimoto-Hvas (Bærum)

André Klippenberg-Grindheim (Haugesund)

Ingeborg Vassbakk-Løyning (Bærum)

Taekwondo

Richard Ordemann (Nannestad)

Canoeing

Lars Ullvang (Haugesund)

Cycling

Tobias Svendsen-Foss (Vingrom)

Markus Hoelgaard (Stavanger)

Tobias Halland-Johannessen (Drøbak)

Erik Hægstad (Drammen)

Andreas Leknessund (Tromsø)

Tore Navrestad (Oslo)

Katrine Aalerud (Vestby)

Stine Andersen-Borgli (Sandnes)

Anita Stenberg (Drammen)

Anne Tuxen (Stavanger)

Equestrian

Geir Gulliksen (Lier)

Sailing

Endre Funnemark (Oslo)

Herman Tomasgaard (Lørenskog)

Anders Østre-Pedersen (Lørenskog)

Nicholas Fadler-Martinsen (Bergen)

Linn Høst (Oslo)

Helene Næss (Tønsberg)

Marie Rønningen (Bærum)

Martine Steller-Mortensen (Kristiansand)

Shooting

Jon-Hermann Hegg (Borgen)

Henrik Larsen (Fredrikstad)

Erik Watndal (Oslo)

Jeannette Hegg-Duestad (Tønsberg)

Jenny Stene (Lørenskog)

Triathlon

Kristian Blummenfelt (Bergen)

Gustav Iden (Bergen)

Casper Stornes (Askøy)

Lotte Miller (Stavanger)

Volleyball

Anders Berntsen-Mol (Stord)

Christian Sandlie-Sørum (Rælingen)

#Sports #National Teams #Norway #Races #Golf #Oklahoma #Boats #Fights #Animals

[krokodilial]

Emra Katolik per Djem

AGETIN AGIL ALBERT ALEKS ALEKSANDËR ALEN ALFONS ALFONZ ANERIN ANGJELIN ANTON ANXHELO APOLINAR APOLO ARGJENT ARIANIT ARIK ARJANIT ARON ASIZ AUGUSTIN

BAJLI BARTOLOMEU BEATRIC BEATRIS BEJLI BEKI BERN BERNADIN BERNARD BERNARDIN BEVI BIBË BOJAXH

DAMIAN DANIEL DEDË DERI DHIMITËR DIAMANT DODIN DODË DOLORES DOMEN DOMENIK DOMINIK DONAT

EGJID EJËLL ELIA ELPID EMERIT EMIL EMILIAN ENGJËLL ESTER EUGEN

FABIAN FEDERIK FELIKS FILIP FIN FLORENC FLORENTIN FLORI FRAJLI FRAN FRANS FROJD FRON FRROK

GABRIEL GAETAN GASPAN GASPER GERT GJERGJ GJIN GJOK GJOKË GJON GJONI GJOVALIN GJUL GJULIET GJURIAN GJUSH GJUVAN GJUZEP GJYSTIN GOL GREG GREGOR GRESILD GRETI GRIDI GRISHË GËSMËNI

GJERGJ GJIN GJOK GJOKË GJON GJONI GJOVALIN GJUL GJULIET GJURIAN GJUSH GJUVAN GJUZEP GJYSTIN

HEKTOR HENRIK HIPOLIT

INES INJAC IREN ISAK

JAKOB JAKU JAKË JAN JANI JANIN JANUAR JERIS JERONIM JOAKIM JORIS JOZEF JOZEFIN JUL JULIAN

KAMIL KARMELL KARMEN KASTRIOT KATRIN KIN KLEI KLEMENT KOL KOLË KORNEL KRIST KRISTIAN KRISTOFER KROF KUSHË

LAMBERT LAUR LAZËR LEK LEKË LEO LEOPOLD LISHËNDRI LLOREU LON LONDIAZ LORENC LORI LORO LUDOVIK LULË LUÇE

MADALEN MAJK MAKS MAKSIMILIAN MANI MAR MARJAN MARJOL MARJUCIAN MARJUCË MARK MARKO MART MARTIN MAT MATEU MATI MATIN MAURIC MERCEL MESORIAN MITRI MODEST MOJSIU MONDI

NATALI NDOC NDRO NDUE NENSI NIK NIKODEM NIKOLL NIKOLLË NOEL NOELL NXHIKU

OLIVER OTON

PAL PALOK PALË PAOLA PAOLO PARIS PAROL PAUL PAULIN PITER PIU PJERIN PJETER PJETËR PONCIAN PRENG PRENK PRIAM PRIS

RAFAEL RAFAELO RAJL RAJLI RAJMOND RIKARD RIKARDO RIQARD RIQI ROBERT ROZAF ROZAFAT RROK RUFIL

SAMOEL SAMUEL SANDER SEM SERAFIN SIBEN SILVAN SIMON SOTIR

TAJLLËR TAJLOR TAMAR TAR TARIN TEJAN TEODOR TIAN TIAR TINAR TOM TOMË TONI TONIN

VAN VIKTOR VILSON VITOR

ZEF ZEK ZEKER

from Krokodili https://krokodili.al/emra/katolik/per-djem/

[jolienjoyswriting]

Family Matters, Ch. III

Chapter 3 of 4 for "Family Matters", an Essence of Ragnarok story.

Kris gives Joseph an ultimatum.  What will his response be?

Word count: 2,417 – Character count: 13,622 Drafted: March 10th / 11th, 2023 –

If there's one consistency in the Essence of Ragnarok stories… it's that Joseph is always sad about something.  d:

Joseph Lithius, Kristian Sanders, and "Essence of Ragnarok" series and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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    "Kris… no…"     "Four," she said without emotion.     "Kris, why…?"     "Three."     Joseph trembled.  "Kris, don't do this…"     "Two."     "Kris…"     Kris narrowed her eyes further.  She looked like a remorseless killer…     "One…"     Joseph had to make a decision.  And in that last second, he chose…

    "Vehicle!!"

    The vixen's eyes opened a little wider.  "'Vehicle'?" she echoed.     "V-vehicle…!" the fox squeaked, trying desperately to climb over the barricade.     Kris held him at bay, watching him squirm for half a moment.  She seemed to be studying his actions… almost like determining if she should let him climb back over.     "Alright…"     Eventually, though, she pulled her umbrella away from Joseph's head and even offered him a hand.  He was extremely happy to accept it.  Not long after, they crossed the bridge together and entered the former's car.  Kris put it into gear, got onto the road, and headed out.

    Joseph couldn't bring himself to speak or even look at Kris as she drove.  All he could do was hug his legs and hide behind his tail.  He wasn't exactly scared of the vixen…  Rather, he was still horrifically shaken up over what he had almost done… or what she had almost made him do.  He was still recovering from the panicked state he'd reached while scrambling for the other side of the barricade.  It wasn't until they arrived at the house in the woods that he was finally able to get a grip on his situation.

    "Out."     Joseph winced as Kris slammed her door.  They were home and she was already outside of the vehicle.  He shakily clambered out from the passenger's side, wincing as he closed the door on his side.  When the vixen began walking toward the house, he hesitated…     "I will lock you out."     At least until she said that.  He was quick to follow her once that threat was made.

    "I am going to take a shower," was the next thing Kris told him as they went inside.     He quietly nodded, watching her hang her coat…     "Do whatever you want, but change out of those wet things."     Her eyes narrowed again.     "I have no desire to mop the floor tonight."     As she headed down the hallway and into the back of the house, Joseph decided to wait in the foyer.  He wasn't sure if she was going to lock him out of the master bedroom, but he wanted to make sure she was preoccupied before he tried to get any dry clothing.

    About five minutes after entering the house, Kris had made her way into the shower, leaving Joseph access to the rest of the place.  He removed his wet garments and walked to the guest bathroom.  There, he used a towel and dried off as well as he could.  Once he had stopped dripping, he walked into the master bedroom and retrieved some sweatpants, a shirt, and some clean underwear, slipping into them before finally going into the living room.

    Well… now what?

    Dressed and dry, Joseph sat on the couch, head in his hands and eyes on the floor.  He was still beside himself with how casually the woman he loved had encouraged him to end it all.  He had seen Kris' malicious side before, but the way she handled him at the bridge was an entirely new level of heartlessness that he wasn't sure he would ever forget.     Was that her way of handling the news…?  To take it out on me…?     The fox curled up on the couch, hugging his legs and chewing on his tail.  He blankly stared at the deactivated television across the way as he got lost in thought.     Maybe this is the new "normal"…  Maybe she hates me, now…  Maybe she's right to…     He bit down on his tail's tip, shivering.     I made her sleep with me… her own brother…!  No wonder she wanted me to jump off the bridge!  If the roles had been reversed…     He paused, really thinking about things.     No… he decided.  No, if she was the one who pushed me into a sexual relationship and we found out we were related, I wouldn't want her dead…  I don't want her dead!  I just want… I just want… I… I dunno what I want…     Joseph hugged his tail, hiding his face.

    It was bad enough that the doctor told us we'd never have kids…  Telling us we're siblings on top of that…?  I… I don't think he was lying, either…  He had no reason to lie about any of that beyond maybe charging our insurance company for more unnecessary testing…     The fox shook his head.     Kris is my… my sister…?  How is that even possible?  I never saw her before college…  I'm sure I would've remembered a blue-haired girl from the orphanage…  And she told me she was adopted from one in the Cobalt Region, too, which is nowhere near Chromium.  How is it even possible we have the same parents when we grew up in completely different places?     He paused… then he felt his stomach turn.     We had sex…  So much sex…  A-and we're related…!  I… I still…  I c-can't…     Joseph's head was buzzing with questions that had no answer.  He tried to close his eyes, but he just kept hearing the doctor's voice… "You're related."  He kept hearing Kris' voice… "Jump or get into the vehicle."  He heard his own voice… "I slept with my sister…"  When he heard a door open down the hallway, though, he sat back up and looked.  Kris was approaching, wearing her floor-length, button-up nightgown.     "I see you are still here," she said to the fox in her usual, cool tone.     He nodded.  He didn't have much to say.     "Have you eaten?"  Kris looked toward their kitchen.  "I can make you something."     She got the answer she needed when she heard his stomach growl.

    Things were quiet as Joseph and Kris sat at the kitchen counter.  The latter had cooked a couple of fried egg sandwiches with cheese for them both – a regular fixture of their diet even before they tried to have a kid together.  Joseph occasionally glanced at Kris, but Kris seemed wholly unfocused, just staring off into space and eating in silence.     Why isn't she saying anything? he thought to himself.  She couldn't be that mad at me…  She made me a sandwich, like usual.  What's going through her head…?  Gods… I wish I could read minds, right now…  I wonder if she can read my mind…  Was that one of the things Professor Marcus taught her?  Why can't I remember…?  Ugh…     He paused, taking another bite of his food.     Gods Above… this sandwich is so freaking good…

    After a long, uncomfortable meal, Kris collected their plates and walked over to the sink.  Joseph continued to stay silent as he watched her wash a dirty pan and the two plates from the meal.  Within five minutes, she was done.     "Where do you intend to sleep tonight?"     "What?"     The vixen had turned to face Joseph.  She was drying her hands with a dish towel as she addressed him.     "Where do you intend to sleep?" she repeated.  "Do you intend to sleep, for that matter?"     "Wh… why?" the fox cautiously asked.     The vixen shrugged, putting the towel back near the kitchen sink.  "Curiosity, I suppose."     "I… I'm not sure I can sleep after what happened…" Joseph truthfully answered.  "It's a lot to process."     "You will live.  Or, do you wish to return to the Haz River and jump after all?"     Kris quietly hummed as she saw the fox's ears fall.     "I thought as much."     "Would you even care if I did, at this point…?" he asked, sounding a little spiteful.     "Do what you will," she told him, walking out of the kitchen.  "And apply that statement to any action you may take going forward."     "You really don't care… do you…?" he asked, starting to tear up.     Kris stopped walking, though she kept her back turned to her… associate.     "We will discuss things when you are ready," was the only answer she gave.     "I'm ready now…!"  Joseph hopped up.  "Why won't you talk to me…?"     "You are not ready."     "I am!"     "No.  You are not."     "Bullshit!!"     He stomped over to Kris, putting a hand on her shoulder.  To his surprise, she sharply knocked his arm away before turning to face him.

    "You are not ready to have this discussion," she stated as a fact, though with an attitude.     "I am, too…!" Joseph cried.     "You may think that you are," she callously informed him, "but you are not."     "Then… then when will I be ready?!"     "When you grow up!"     Joseph was once again startled by how sharply she had answered him.  He was even more startled by the angry look she wore.  Her fur bristled and her ears were pulled back.  She was baring her teeth at him, too…     "I'll… be sleeping on the couch," he quietly said at random.     Kris' face relaxed.  "Then, I will retrieve your pillow for you," she answered.

    After Kris snapped at him, Joseph decided to just drop the matter altogether.  She really didn't want to discuss things any further.  Once she left and came back with his pillow, he returned to the couch and laid down, drawing a nearby blanket over himself and settling in.  Kris didn't say a word more, quietly retreating to the master bedroom and leaving him there.  Just as well…  Joseph was out of words, too.  And so ended that night, early as it may have been.

    The next morning, Joseph was awoken by the sound of a door closing loudly.  When he shot up from the couch, he noticed that Kris was in the kitchen.  She had retrieved a glass from the cabinet and was in the process of retrieving some orange juice from the fridge.     "Good morning, Joseph," she said in a calm tone.  "I hope that you slept well."     He hadn't, but he didn't want to tell her that.     "I would offer to make you some breakfast," she said, "but I am in something of a hurry.  I had forgotten that today is the class trip to the War of the Trinity Museum in Muramasa.  'Ash's Cataclysm' is on display for a limited time, you see, and the student board decided that it would be a good idea to–"     "You're going to school?"     "Yes."  Kris quietly looked on.  "Why?"     Joseph rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses.  Once they were in place, he noticed that Kris was dressed in her nicest outfit: a purple pencil skirt and blazer, a pink dress shirt, black heels, and dark stockings.  She even styled her hair and was wearing makeup and earrings!

    "Wh… why are you all dressed up?" he asked.     "Because," she said as she poured herself some juice, "we are going to a museum.  It was recommended that the staff and chaperones dress nicely to–"     "You're really going to school after everything that happened yesterday…"     "Yes…" answered, sounding impatient.  "I would have offered your services as a chaperone, but–"     "After everything…  You're just…"  Joseph swallowed.  "You're just gonna… keep going?  Like nothing happened?"     "Some of us have day jobs."  She took a long drink of her juice before telling him, "We cannot simply abstain from responsibility because we were given some bad news."     "But–"     "The news has not physically incapacitated me as it seems to have with you.  Ergo, I am going to Masamune Union High this morning, as I do most weekdays.  That is my job."

    Kris emptied her glass and set it in the sink.  Just as she started rinsing it out, the toaster on the other counter beeped and ejected a piece of toasted bread.  She was quick to grab it and even quicker to head to the front door.     "Do what you wish," she told Joseph as she grabbed her car keys from a bowl near the front door.  "I will press onward for the both of us if I have to.  However, I would prefer–"     "You don't have–"     "– that you grow up and get back to what you do best.  I will see you later."     Joseph couldn't get a word in as Kris left that morning.  All he could do was sit on the couch and stare at the front door.  And… that's about all he did after she was gone, too.

    Kris returned home just as the afternoon rolled into the evening.  When she opened the front door, she wasn't the least bit surprised to see her housemate lying on the couch with a pillow over his head.  He wasn't trying to suffocate himself or anything…  He was just trying to block out the world around him, seemingly – or at the very least, the light of day.     "Should I assume that you have not left that spot all day?" she asked, tossing her keys in the bowl on the table in the foyer.     "Mm."     "Have you eaten anything?"  She paused, holding up a greasy-looking paper bag.  "I drove by your favorite fast food restaurant and ordered a pair of chili dogs for you.  I have also ordered a portion of seasoned curly fries."     "Mm."     "Joseph… you need to eat something."     "Mrr…"     The vixen sighed.  "So be it."

    Choosing to ignore Joseph, Kris walked through the living room and over to the kitchen.  She set the bag on the counter and walked to the sink.  As expected, the glass from that morning was still there.  The pan and plates from the previous night were also still in the dish rack nearby.     "Have you done anything all day?"     "Mm…"     She narrowed her eyes.  "Riveting conversation."  She then sighed and walked back into the living room to kneel near the couch.     "As I said this morning," she began, "I will carry us both for as long as necessary.  However…"     She pulled the pillow off of Joseph's head, revealing his messy face.     "It would be somewhat easier were you to give the minimum."     "Mrah."     The vixen shook her head before placing the pillow back down.     "I know you will have to relocate sometime…  Even if you are neither eating nor drinking, your body still has to relieve itself."  She paused again.  "Should you choose to do so on our couch, however, I will throw both you and it outside."     She was trying to be funny.  When he didn't respond, though, she just sighed again.     "Right…  I need to remove these garments and slip into something more comfortable.  I say again: do what you will…"

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2046 #Family Matters #original characters #jolikmc #Joseph Lithius #Kristian Sanders #suspense #drama

[erasmusstudies]

Artist / Photographers

Ivan Plusch / Végvári Gergely / Jánosi Kata / Christa Bartesch / Lászlo Bornemisza / Bernát András / Marcus Levine / Hannah Rédling / W. Horváth Tibor / Papp Sander David / Sivák Zsófia / Bárdos Tamás - Homeless / Marcus Levine / Gulyás Andrea Katalin / Káldi Katalin / Galerija Bastejs or Kristians Brekte / Sigita Daugule / Tobe / Michal Mráz / Rita Koszorús / Fehér László / 

[asterythm]

Is this how you send the vibes for the song?🤞🏻hope I’m right. Can I get “happy for excitement” vibes? Like, that feeling when you spin soaking wet in a thunderstorm. I’m not good at this, sorry, but just something happy that make you feel ready to embrace change and stuff. Hope this isn’t too weird

!! oh nonnie you BETCHA!!

Regular songs:

afterglow by asgeir

daughter by sleeping at last

diamonds by hawk nelson

glorious day by passion, kristian stanfill

nothing stopping me by vicetone, kat nestel

odds are by the barenaked ladies

recipe for me by thomas sanders

soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos

sunday best by surfaces

From media (musicals, games, etc.):

battle against a true hero from undertale

come alive from the greatest showman

change from steven universe: the movie

dragonhearted by tryhardninja (okay, yeah, this one is a minecraft fan song but i promise it SLAPS SO HARD)

for forever from dear evan hansen

how far i’ll go from moana 

while the moment’s good from ultimate storytime

top of the world from tuck everlasting

send me some vibes and i’ll give you some song recs!

#spec speaks #spec recs #nonnie #ask me anything #caps lock tw #not ts

[kadedoesthings]

26 and 29 for the identity asks?

26: how would you describe your gender/ sexuality?

Hella queer! Okay so I am non binary and pansexual.

29: three songs you connect with rn?

Friends on the other side by Thomas Sanders

Too much love will kill you by Queen

And

Du ga mæ viljestyrke by Kristian Kristiansen (oh a Norwegian song!)

#eli shouts into the void

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

I have made a list of celebrities who have natural red hair ranging from teenagers to older adults. Be aware some of those listed are mixed race, however it will be mentioned what other ethnicity they are. This list is useful if ever you need someone who is red headed.

This masterlist is based off a previous masterlist that I did many years ago, this is the updated version.

If you think there is anyone missing from this list or see any errors, please get in touch. Please like or reblog if this is helpful to you or others.

Teenagers (13-18)

Francesca Capaldi - 13 (Caucasian)

Maggie Elizabeth Jones - 14 (Caucasian)

Clare Foley - 16 (Caucasian)

Ellie Darcey-Alden - 18 (Caucasian)

Ryan Turner - 17 (Caucasian)

Shane Cambria - 17 (Caucasian)

Connor Christopher Levins - 18 (Caucasian)

Tucker Albrizzi - 18 (Caucasian)

Young Adults (19-25)

Brooklynn Proulx - 19 (Caucasian)

Juliette Angelo - 19 (Caucasian)

Bella Thorne - 20 (Cuban, Italian, Irish)

Ellie Bamber - (Caucasian)

Chachi Gonzales - 22 (Mexican)

Ciara Baxendale - 22 (Caucasian)

Katherine McNamara - 22 (Caucasian)

Chlöe Howl - 23 (Caucasian)

Ebba Zingmark - 23 (Caucasian)

Jacqueline Emerson - 23 (Caucasian)

Janet Devlin - 23 (Caucasian)

Jenny Martinez - 23 (Argentinian)

Jolean Wejbe - 23 (Caucasian)

Madelaine Petsch - 23 (Afrikaner (Dutch, German))

Samantha Weinstein - 23 (Caucasian)

Dakota Blue Richards - 24 (English, German)

Liliana Mumy - 24 (Caucasian)

Molly Quinn - 24 (Irish)

Isolda Dychauk - 25 (Russian)

Rachel Thevenard - 25 (Caucasian)

Sharon Belle - 25 (Caucasian)

Kaitlyn Alexander - 25 (Caucasian) - Non binary

Justin Tinucci - 19 (Caucasian)

Grayson Russell - 20 (Caucasian)

Dylan Riley Snyder - 21 (Caucasian)

Jake Austin Walker - 21 (Caucasian) 

Cameron Monaghan - 24 (Polish, Irish)

Luke Cutforth - 24 (Caucasian)

Adam Hicks - 25 (Caucasian)

Daryl Sabara - 25 (Russian Jewish, Polish)

Sean Berdy - 25 (Caucasian)

Will Merrick - 25 (Caucasian)

Mid twenty and thirty year olds (26-35)

Charlotte Spencer - 26 (Caucasian)

Eleanor Tomlinson - 26 (Caucasian)

Marissa Von Bleicken - 26 (Caucasian)

Bonnie Wright - 27 (English, Irish)

Rachel Hurd-Wood - 27 (English)

Kelsey Sanders - 27 (Caucasian)

Bree Essrig - 28 (Caucasian)

Jane Levy - 28 (Ashkenazi Jewish, English, Irish, Scottish)

Coco Rocha - 29 (Irish, Ukranian)

Elena Satine - 29 (Caucasian)

Scarlett Pomers - 29 (Cuacasian)

Lily Cole - 30 (Caucasian)

Kimberly Whalen - 30 (Caucasian)

Sara Canning - 30 (Caucasian)

Stacey Farber - 30 (Ashkenazi Jewish)

Annie Briggs - 31 (Caucasian)

Cintia Dicker - 31 (German)

Holland Roden - 31 (English)

Mary Kate Wiles - 31 (Caucasian)

Rose Leslie - 31 (Scottish, English, Mexican, Irish, French)

Laura Spencer - 32 (Caucasian)

Elçin Sangu - 32 (Caucasian)

Lydia Rose Bewley - 32 (Caucasian)

Nicola Roberts - 32 (Caucasian)

Lara Jean Chorostecki - 33 (Polish, Scottish)

Kate Mara - 35 (Irish, German, French Canadian, Italian)

Elly Jackson - 30 (Caucasian) - Non binary

Stephen Joffe - 26 (Caucasian)

Ed Sheeran - 27 (Irish)

Calum Worthy - 27 (Caucasian)

Matt Milne - 27 (Caucasian)

Rupert Grint - 29 (English, Irish)

Alfie Allen - 31 (Welsh, English, Irish)

Prince Harry - 33 (English, Scottish, German, Irish, French, Anglo-Irish, Hungarian among others)

Noel Fisher - 34 (Caucasian)

Sam Daly - 34 (Caucasian)

Domhnall Gleeson - 35 (Irish)

Rolf Kristian Larsen - 35 (Norwegian)

Middle aged (36-49)

Émilie Dequenne - 36 (Belgian)

Kirsten Dunst - 36 (German, Swedish)

Lotte Verbeek - 36 (Caucasian)

Bryce Dallas Howard - 37 (German, English, Scottish, Irish, French, Dutch)

Sarah Drew - 37 (Caucasian)

Felicia Day - 38 (Caucasian)

Jayma Mays - 38 (English, Scottish, Welsh, German)

Laura Prepon - 38 (Russian Jewish, Irish)

Lindy Booth - 39 (Caucasian)

Lauren Ambrose - 40 (Italian, German, English, Irish)

Jessica Chastain - 41 (Spanish, Greek, English, Scottish)

Alicia Witt - 42 (Irish, Italiah, French, Polish, English)

Isla Fisher - 42 (Scottish)

Alyson Hannigan - 44 (Irish, Ashkenazi Jewish)

Nathalie Boltt - 44 (Swiss, English)

Geri Halliwell - 45 (Finnish, Swedish, English, French, Spanish)

Sarah Rafferty - 45 (Irish, German)

Robyn Lively - 46 (English, Scottish, German)

Darby Stanchfield - 47 (Caucasian)

Donna Lynne Champlin - 47 (Caucasian)

Debra Messing - 49 (Ashkenazi Jewish)

Melinda Clarke - 49 (Caucasian)

Adam Lambert - 36 (English, Norwegian, Danish, Ashkenazi Jewish)

Simon Woods - 38 (Caucasian)

Kristofer Hivju - 39 (Norwegian)

Benedict Cumberbatch - 41 (English, Welsh, Scottish, Cornish)

Chris Martin - 41 (Caucasian)

Michael Fassbender - 41 (German, Irish)

Danny Cooksey - 42 (Caucasian)

Jesse Tyler Ferguson - 42 (Irish, English, German, Scottish, Dutch, Welsh, French)

Seth Green - 44 (Ashkenazi Jewish)

Ewen Bremner - 46 (Caucasian)

Scott Grimes - 46 (Caucasian)

Damian Lewis - 47 (Welsh, English, Scottish, Sephardi Jewish, Ashkenazi Jewish)

Zack Ward - 47 (Caucasian)

Tony Curran - 48 (Caucasian)

Prime of their life (50+)

Catherine Tate - 50 (English)

Kate Walsh - 50 (Irish, Italian)

Miranda Otto - 50 (Caucasian)

Molly Ringwald - 50 (German, English, Swedish)

Connie Britton - 51 (Irish, German, English)

Nicole Kidman - 51 (English, Scottish, Irish)

Shirley Manson - 51 (Scottish)

Cynthia Nixon - 52 (German, British, Irish, Dutch, French Huguenot)

Tori Amos - 54 (English, Scottish, Irish, Scots-Irish, N Irish, French)

Marcia Cross - 56 (English, Irish)

Julianne Moore - 57 (Scottish, English, Irish)

Kathy Griffin - 57 (Irish)

Dana Delany - 62 (Irish, English)

Kate Mulgrew - 63 (Irish)

Jane Seymour - 67 (Ashkenazi Jewish, Dutch)

Bernadette Peters - 70 (Italian)

Rula Lenska - 70 (Polish)

Jane Asher - 72 (Caucasian)

Joanna Cassidy - 73 (Caucasian)

Swoosie Kurtz - 73 (Caucasian)

Joy Behar - 75 (Italian)

Maggie Smith - 83 (English, Scottish)

Tina Louise - 84 (Caucasian)

Carol Burnett - 85 (English, Welsh)

Tilda Swinton - 57 (Scottish, English, Irish) - Non binary

Mark Gatiss - 51 (Caucasian)

David Wenham - 52 (Caucasian)

Scott 'Carrot Top’ Thompson - 53 (Caucasian)

Eric Stoltz - 56 (German, English, Scottish, Dutch, French)

Iain Glen - 56 (Scottish)

Danny Bonaduce - 58 (Caucasian)

David Caruso - 62 (Irish, Italian)

Robert Redford - 81 (English, Scottish, Irish, Scots-Irish)

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After the success of SKAM I have seen more people create and use Norwegian characters, so I thought I’d offer some help! Names can be a tricky thing, we all know that, so I thought I’d start out with a list of common Norwegian boy names. Under the cut you can find a list of 50 first names that are common for boys, especially millennials. Whether you’re creating a Norwegian character or just want a name inspired from our cold ass country, this list might be just the thing you need. Some names are pronounced the same way, but spelled a little differently (like Christoffer and Kristoffer). I’ve put those names together just to avoid confusion. 

COMMON BOY NAMES

Adrian

Aksel/Axel

Aleksander

Anders

Andreas

Atle

Benjamin

Christoffer/Kristoffer

Daniel

David

Erik

Eirik

Eskil(d)

Espen

Even

Filip/Philip

Fredrik

Herman(n)

Kim

Kristian/Christian

Jakob

Joachim/Joakim

Jonas

Johannes

Lars

Lasse

Lukas/Lucas

Martin

Magnus

Marius

Mathias

Mikel

Morten

Nicolai/Nikolai

Odd

Ole

Olav

Per 

Pål

Petter

Robin

Robert

Rune

Sander

Sebastian

Stian

Thomas

Tobias

Tor/Thor

Øyvind

+ BONUS

UNCOMMON BOYS NAMES

Ailo

Brage

Brynjar

Evin

Gjermund

Hauk

Hjalmar

Imre

Jarand

Jeppe

Julius

Lavrans

Linus

Malte

Mio

Njål

Ravn

Sigmund

Solan

Tarjei

Viljar

Vinjar

Ørnulf

#rph #rpc #rpt #name help #honeybearclub #*m #guide to norway

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Socialismo sempre falha, até o chamado socialismo democrático

Nos últimos 100 anos, o mundo viu mais de duas dezenas de experiências socialistas. Ele falhou em todos os países, em todas as vezes que foi tentado: implementaram uma forma de socialismo na União Soviética; na Iugoslávia, outra; o socialismo chinês diferia do socialismo da Coréia do Norte; o socialismo venezuelano não era o mesmo que o socialismo cubano – mas cada um desses experimentos falhou. Em resposta a esse catálogo de fracassos, os socialistas reclamam: “A ideia estava certa, mas nunca foi executada de maneira adequada!

Venezuela, socialismo do século 21

A última vez em que esquerdistas se entusiasmaram com uma experiência socialista foi há 20 anos, quando Hugo Chávez chegou ao poder na Venezuela. Intelectuais de esquerda em todo o mundo ficaram entusiasmados, considerando Chávez o fundador do “Socialismo do Século 21”. Chávez tinha um círculo de admiradores entre os intelectuais de esquerda até nos Estados Unidos. Uma das suas figuras mais proeminentes, Tom Hayden, que morreu em 2016, explicou: “Com o passar do tempo, prevejo que o nome de Hugo Chávez será reverenciado por milhões.” Outra torcida intelectual de esquerda de Chávez foi o professor de Princeton, Cornell West, que declarou: “Adoro que Hugo Chávez tenha feito da pobreza uma importante prioridade. Eu gostaria que a América fizesse da pobreza uma prioridade.” E a proeminente jornalista Barbara Walters se manifestou: “Ele se preocupa muito com a pobreza, ele é um socialista. O que ele está tentando fazer por toda a América Latina, eles vêm tentando fazer há anos, eliminar a pobreza. Mas ele não é o homem louco de que ouvimos falar… Ele é um homem muito inteligente.”

Mas mesmo esse experimento terminou em pobreza e ditadura. Nenhum outro país do mundo experimentou uma inflação tão desenfreada quanto a Venezuela. Dez por cento da população já fugiu. A Venezuela chegou até a importar gasolina do Irã, embora a Venezuela seja o país mais rico em petróleo do mundo. Aqueles que ficaram estão morrendo de fome. E o que os socialistas nos dizem? Eles dizem a mesma coisa que dizem depois de cada experimento socialista fracassado: “Desculpe, isso não era socialismo real.” Ou eles culpam os EUA por impor sanções econômicas, como se a Coréia do Norte, Cuba ou Venezuela pudessem ter sido economias prósperas se não fosse por essas sanções. É claro que isso é um disparate absoluto.

O processo é sempre o mesmo, como documenta Kristian Niemietz em sua obra principal, Socialism. The Failed Idea That Never Dies (Socialismo. A ideia fracassada que nunca morre). Nos primeiros estágios de qualquer novo experimento socialista, os intelectuais de esquerda o elogiam excessivamente. Os principais intelectuais ocidentais exaltaram Stálin e Mao, por exemplo, mas, depois do fracasso desses experimentos, eles disseram, “Bem, isso nunca foi socialismo real. As coisas definitivamente funcionarão melhor da próxima vez.” A questão é: o que devemos pensar de uma ideia que sempre falhou, que causou mais de 100 milhões de mortes?

Socialismo democrático?

O segundo argumento que os socialistas empregam é: então, vamos dar uma chance ao “socialismo democrático”! O “socialismo democrático” atraiu grande apoio de muitos políticos no hemisfério ocidental, incluindo a deputada Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, o senador Bernie Sanders e muitos esquerdistas do Partido Democrata. Na Grã-Bretanha, o líder do Partido Trabalhista Jeremy Corbyn foi um representante desse rumo político, mas foi deposto após a derrota de seu partido nas eleições gerais de 2019. Os britânicos, em particular, devem ser prudentes porque já haviam experimentado a dor causada pelo “socialismo democrático”. Em 1945, quando o Partido Trabalhista chegou ao poder nas primeiras eleições gerais do pós-guerra, ele implementou uma forma de socialismo democrático. As políticas do Partido Trabalhista espelhavam muito do que Bernie Sanders e outros socialistas esperam nos EUA hoje: impostos extremamente altos sobre os ricos e influência do Estado de longo alcance na economia.

O governo britânico tentou assumir o controle do setor privado. O economista Arthur Shenfield brincou que “a diferença entre os setores público e privado era que o setor privado era controlado pelo governo, e o setor público não era controlado por ninguém”. O Reino Unido tornou-se um exemplo clássico de socialismo democrático como a terceira via entre o comunismo e o capitalismo. Margaret Thatcher, que foi uma crítica aberta dessas políticas na época e mais tarde implementou sua própria série de reformas capitalistas, afirmou: “Nenhuma teoria de governo recebeu um teste mais justo ou uma experiência mais prolongada em um país democrático do que o socialismo democrático recebeu na Grã-Bretanha. No entanto, foi um fracasso miserável em todos os aspectos. Longe de reverter o declínio relativamente lento da Grã-Bretanha em comparação com seus principais concorrentes industriais, ele o acelerou. Ficamos ainda mais atrás deles, até que em 1979 fomos fortemente rejeitados como ‘o homem doente da Europa’”.

O economista alemão Holger Schmieding, que visitou o Reino Unido pela primeira vez no final da década de 1970 quando jovem, lembra-se de ter ficado chocado “com o péssimo padrão de vida em todo o país. Muitas famílias não tinham os eletrodomésticos que tínhamos em nossa cozinha, despensa e sala de estar em casa. Grandes partes do país pareciam estranhamente dilapidadas. O sistema de transporte antiquado e a qualidade abominável de muitos bens e serviços pioraram as coisas. Na época, o Reino Unido estava a quilômetros de distância dos padrões aos quais eu estava acostumado em casa ou daqueles que tive o privilégio de vivenciar alguns anos antes como estudante do ensino médio nos Estados Unidos. Se não fosse pela memória dos muitos soldados britânicos posicionados perto da casa dos meus pais próxima a Osnabruque na época, minha primeira visita ao Reino Unido poderia ter me feito duvidar de qual país realmente ganhou a guerra.”

Não foi até as reformas de Thatcher, introduzidas após sua vitória eleitoral em 1979, que a Grã-Bretanha, a casa do capitalismo, foi restaurada ao caminho capitalista. Vários milhões de novos empregos foram criados quando o governo Thatcher implementou seu programa de privatizações, cortes de impostos e desregulamentação.

Socialismo na Suécia

No auge do socialismo democrático na Suécia, que ocorreu entre 1965 e 1975, o número de funcionários públicos aumentou de 700.000 para 1,2 milhão. O estado interveio cada vez mais na economia e várias novas autoridades reguladoras foram criadas. Em 1960, para cada 100 suecos ganhando sua renda no setor privado, havia 38 recebendo seu dinheiro do estado. Em 1990, em contraste, para cada 100 pessoas que ganhavam a vida no setor privado, havia 151 recebendo a maior parte de sua renda do estado.

O socialismo prejudicou a economia sueca, levou a um declínio econômico drástico e levou muitos empresários frustrados a fugir do país. Um desses empresários desanimados, Ingvar Kamprad, o fundador da fabricante de móveis Ikea, emigrou para a Suíça para escapar do imposto sobre fortunas extremamente alto da Suécia.

Mas a Suécia moderna não é mais um país socialista – embora os impostos ainda sejam muito altos, mesmo depois de uma série de reduções drásticas. No entanto, na classificação da Heritage Foundation dos países mais livres do mundo economicamente, a Suécia está entre os 20 países mais livres do mundo economicamente.

Tanto no Reino Unido quanto na Suécia, as experiências com “socialismo democrático” falharam miseravelmente. Os resultados: desemprego em massa e crescimento econômico deplorável, países paralisados ​​por greves e declínios enormes na prosperidade. Em ambos os países, as pessoas viraram as costas ao “socialismo democrático” e adotaram as reformas capitalistas, que devolveram a prosperidade a seus países.

O socialismo, seja qual for a forma que tenha assumido, nunca funcionou – nem mesmo o “socialismo democrático”.

Rainer Zitelmann descreve as falhas do “socialismo democrático” no seu livro, The Power of Capitalism.