Brigitta Petterson in The Virgin Spring (Ingmar Bergman, 1960)
Cast: Max von Sydow, Brigitta Valberg, Gunnel Lindblom, Brigitta Petterson, Axel Düberg, Tor Isedal, Allan Edwall, Ove Porath, Axel Slangus, Gudrun Brost, Oscar Ljung. Screenplay: Ulla Isaksson. Cinematography: Sven Nykvist. Production design: P.A. Lundgren. Film editing: Oscar Rosander. Music: Erik Nordgren.
The Virgin Spring was probably the first Bergman film I ever saw, and it made a powerful impression that stuck with me. I think that's one reason why I have mixed feelings about it today. I remembered it as a simple tale based on a 13th-century Swedish ballad, in which a young girl on her way to church is raped and murdered, but from the ground where the crime took place, a spring of fresh water erupts miraculously. But watching it today I see a more complex story, full of moral ambiguities. The girl, Karin (Birgitta Pettersson), is not such a paragon as I remembered: She is spoiled and prideful, trying to sleep late and avoid the task of taking the candles to the church. She may not even be as innocent as she is thought to be: The servant, Ingeri (Gunnel Lindblom), who accompanies her says the reason she wants to sleep late is that she was out the previous night flirting with a boy. Karin's mother, Märeta (Birgitta Valberg), is on the one hand a religious fanatic given to self-torture, and on the other an indulgent parent unwilling to discipline her daughter. Karin's father, Töre (Max von Sydow), is divided between the Christian faith he has adopted and a furious desire to wreak revenge on the rapist-murderers. After he has killed the two men and the boy who accompanied them, he expresses remorse but also blames God for his daughter's fate. He vows to build a church on the site, and the spring gushes forth, but as a miracle it seems like a somewhat anticlimactic response to the horror that has gone before. (It's not like the site, where running water is copious, even needs another spring.) Bergman for once is working from a screenplay he didn't write: It's by Ulla Isaksson, which may be why the film is poised so ambiguously between Christian affirmation and Bergman's usual bleak alienation. It is, however, one of Bergman's most beautifully accomplished films, joining him with the cinematographer Sven Nykvist, with whom he had worked only once before (seven years earlier on Sawdust and Tinsel), and with whom he would form one of the great working partnerships in film history. In its evocation of medieval narrative and meticulous re-creation of a milieu (the production designer is P.A. Lundgren), it's superb. But as a film from one of the great modern directors it seems oddly anachronistic and insincere.
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Psssst, it’s me! Your fic exchange writer! I hope you are as excited as I am for your fic! I have a couple quick questions for you so I can get started.
Love the list of players you have! Any chance you could give me a top 3? As a refresher, here is your list of gorgeous men: Andrei Svechnikov, Adrian Kempe, William Nylander, Josh Anderson, Brock Boeser, Pierre-Luc Dubois, Erik Johnson, Anthony Beauvillier, Nico Hischier, Colton Parayko, Mat Barzal, John Marino, Quinn Hughes, Elias Petterson, K'Andre Miller. (Can you see why I need you to narrow it down!? Your taste is excellent.)
Are there any songs or lyrics or quotes you love that you would like to see put into your fic?
If you do Spotify wrapped, what are two songs on there that fit your vibe?
What are the themes that have you kicking your feet? What themes would you be bummed out to receive?
Do you prefer reader-based fics or OC? If so, do you have a name preference?
You will be getting a happy ending! But would you perfect for it to be a full comfort fic, or have some angst to it as well?
hiii!! sorry this is a little late response 🫣 i am super duper excited though!!
I'm going to hide the answers under a read more so as to not bother people!
As a top three, I would probably choose (in no particular order): Andrei Svechnikov (I just adore him more than words can say), I am in my William Nylander era and because John Marino is new to my list this time around, I'll go with him!
Oooh I can definitely offer up some kind of input there but feel free to literally ignore it entirely. I do enjoy the whole vibe of At My Worst by Pink Sweat$ and Kehlani but also love Kodaline's Wherever You Are or these lyrics have recently struck a chord with me recently "I'm not a solider/But I'll fight through our darkest of days/Get on my shoulders/And I'll carry you all of the way" and also "I wanna slow dance in the living room like/We're eighteen at senior prom and grow/Old with someone who makes me feel young"
I don't do Spotify wrapped but I do use apple replay so hopefully that's fine for you as well! For this year: I think my vibe has been either anthemic or angsty so I'll give you one of each ahah - I'm Still Standing by Elton John and Unsteady by X-Ambassadors.
Anything Friends-to-Lovers/Idiots-to-lovers/the whole Requited-Unrequited Love thing gets me giddy all the time. Oh and how could I possibly forget Fake Dating. I'm a true hopeless romantic at heart so honestly if it could fit into the plot of a 90s/early 00s Rom-Com, it'll make my little heart sing. I really dislike miscommunication(in the sense of people not talking to each other - lost in translation/communication is okay). I'm not a big fan of pregancies (I prefer fun aunt/uncle/cousin vibes) but apart from that I'm not going to lie I'm pretty open, so long as it makes sense.
I like both honestly so I'm going to say it's up to you and what you're most comfortable with (I don't want to handcuff you too much) but it you want a firm response just let me know.
If it's 100% a happy ending, I don't mind a little bit of angst thrown in, you know - for character/dynamic development but I also would't be opposed to snuggling up with a cup of cocoa and the most wonderful piece of comfort prose to just destress a little.
I feel like I half answered a lot of your questions but please if anything is unclear and you need more clarification or you just want me to be decisive for once, let me know ☺️
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players i write for
subject to change. check back regularly & if you have a request, don’t be afraid to send it in!
some limitations: player must be on an NHL roster & player should preferably be born before the 2000′s.
key: ^ married player / * no smut
Boston Bruins
Jake DeBrusk
Jeremy Swayman
Buffalo Sabres
Tyson Jost
Jeff Skinner
Calgary Flames
Jacob Markstrom ^
Carolina Hurricanes
Frederik Andersen
Brady Skjei ^
Andrei Svechnikov
Colorado Avalanche
Mikko Rantanen
Dallas Stars
Roope Hintz
Jake Oettinger *
Wyatt Johnston *
Tyler Seguin ^
Craig Smith ^
Detroit Red Wings
J.T. Compher
Jake Walman
Edmonton Oilers
Leon Draisaitl
Zach Hyman ^*
Florida Panthers
Matthew Tkachuk
Los Angeles Kings
Pierre-Luc Dubois
Adrian Kempe
Montreal Canadiens
Josh Anderson
Nashville Predators
Anthony Beauvillier
New Jersey Devils
Nico Hischier
Jack Hughes *
New York Islanders
Mat Barzal
Casey Cizikas ^
Matt Martin ^
New York Rangers
Chris Kreider ^
Ryan Lindgren
Philadelphia Flyers
Erik Johnson
Travis Konecny ^
Pittsburgh Penguins
Sidney Crosby
Ryan Graves
Michael Bunting
Seattle Kraken
Andre Burakovsky *
Phillipp Grubauer
Jamie Oleksiak
St. Louis Blues
Colton Parayko
Marco Scandella
Nathan Walker ^*
Tampa Bay Lightning
Tyler Motte ^*
Brayden Point ^
Toronto Maple Leafs
Joel Edmundson
Mitch Marner ^
William Nylander
Vancouver Canucks
Brock Boeser
Quinn Hughes
Elias Petterson
Winnipeg Jets
Laurent Brossoit
Adam Lowry
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first of all, i’d love to thank everyone for getting me to 2.5k. i love y’all so much and it truly has been a pleasure. i hope to continue to create content and form friendships as long as i can. without further ado, introducing my 2.5k celebration in the form of blurbs based off of the new harry styles album!
rules:
each song will have two blurbs, and you can request who you want them for here! as soon as a song gets two requests it’ll be closed. if i feel like writing more or if i turn a request into a full fic i might open it up to suggestion!
before you request, pls check out who i write for
try and only send in one request just to give everyone a chance :)
if you haven’t listened to the album, lyrics are here
01. music for a sushi restaurant
nolan patrick rq by @jostyriggslover96
02. late night talking
quinn hughes rq by @qhughes43
matthew tkachuk rq by @snugglyducklingbrewhouse
03. grape juice
nathan mackinnon rq by @fallinallincurls
freddie anderson rq by @laurenairay
04. as it was
matthew tkachuk rq by anon
tyson jost rq by anon
05. daylight
cale makar rq by @gravestrain
tyson jost rq by anon
06. little freak
quinn hughes rq by anon
nolan patrick rq by anon
07. matilda
mat barzal rq by @quietblues
freddie anderson rq by @ilyasorokinn
08. cinema
nathan mackinnon rq by anon
cale makar rq by anon
09. daydreaming
jt compher rq by @suitandtys
erik johnson rq by anon
10. keep driving
tyson jost rq by @tkachuckycheese
owen power rq by @jayda12
11. satellite
cale makar rq by anon
erik johnson rq by anon
12. boyfriends
mat barzal rq by @barzyblogbabe
sidney crosby rq by anon
13. love of my life
tyler seguin rq by @starshine-hockey-girl
elias petterson rq by anon
tags to boost:
@ilyasorokinn @2manytabsopen @tinyhockey @comphyjost @hockstuff @hotanddistraught @matthewtkachuk @rosesvioletshardy @laurenairay @starshine-hockey-girl @fallinallincurls @boeswhore @qhughes43 @jostyriggslover96 @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @joelsfarabees @suitandtys
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kristine froseth, cis woman + she/her | you know august james pettersen, right? they’re 25, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eighteen years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to all these things i’ve done by the killers like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole handwritten notes, messy ponytails, spontaneous midnight excursions thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is january 1, so they’re a capricorn, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( tessa, 24, pst, she/her )
hey, babes! i’m tessa (24, pst, she/her) and i’ve been rp’ing on this blue website for way too many years. i’m stuck in this wonderful gossamer and wouldn’t have it any other way. anyway, below is august’s bio—she’s a newish muse, so i’m running with the vibe (for lack of a better word) and we’ll see how this goes! always feel free to message me to plot or chat here or on discord (swamp rabbit#1745). okay, let’s do the damn thing!
name: august james pettersen
nicknames: aj, aug, a, james, etc.
age, birth date: 25; january 1, 1996
hometown: irving, north carolina
occupation: model
sexuality: pansexual
growing up in irving
august james petterson is the daughter and only child of jameson and erik petterson. she’s the product of surrogacy, the men having sought out and found a lovely woman to help them have a child back in massachusetts where they previously lived. the hoops they went through to have their daughter and both legally be considered her parents were plenty, but with successful careers in architecture and publishing (think founder and editor and chief of something architectural digest-esque) they were able to commit the time and money to make it happen.
not a year after her birth, the three of them relocated to irving, north carolina to be with two of her grandparents whose health was rapidly deteriorating. having packed up their things and taken the short flight, they piled into the elderly couple’s sprawling home on aquila drive. ah, old money. sadly, they’d end up passing a few short years later, just before august started school. the family inherited great wealth and was left the house.
always a fairly quiet kid, august wasn’t the most social student in school. in fact, she spent much of her time with a small group of friends and, after branching out a small bit in high school, in the theatre department. long story short, she wasn’t a very popular person. in fact, with her apparent wealth and quiet demeanor, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was considered aloof, stuck up, or strange by her peers (but i’ll leave that UTY if they attended school together!). in earnest, she was just an observer and never enjoyed talking just to make noise. she liked having an intimate group and just doing what she enjoyed.
at the same time, the lack of a bursting social life and hijinks à la grease and clueless fed her early onset senioritis. she dreamed of and planned for getting out of irving. and when the time for college came, she did!
leaving home
we’d like to congratulate the senior class of 2014! that fall august moved to—drumroll please—new york city for college. what can i say, she’s an east coast babe. she got into NYU and studied english, thinking maybe she’d get into publishing down the line, because she’d always loved reading. truth be told, she wasn’t married to the idea. in fact, she wasn’t married to her education in the slightest. she’d chosen NYU purely based on location and, honestly, who can blame her (’:
her sophomore year of university one of her friends got it in her head to attend a modeling agency open call and, not wanting to go alone, convinced august to go along. while they weren’t interested in the friend, they did take an interest in her. and you know what? it made her feel special and wanted and admired. so she went with it and, with practice, became pretty damn good. her jobs, however, started interfering with her studies. so, without much convincing, she dropped out of school. she was making enough money to rent an apartment with a couple roommates in the village and made modeling her full-time gig. over the next few years her career began to take off a bit, with clients like for love & lemons and victoria’s secret pink (bc we have the real content, so why not use it?). probably a beauty campaign here and there. you know, commercial work etc. etc.
cue “dorothea,” you'rе a queen sellin' dreams, sellin' makeup and magazines
quiet, small town girl is on her way to making it big! whoo! right? well, there came a point where she became a total workhorse. august wanted to please—she wanted to find her place, her people—and, convinced this was it, she did everything in her power to keep moving up. she was a stray cat, she was looking to be taken in by anyone, praised and cared for for anything.
but that isn’t sustainable, and after a while she cracked a bit. ended up letting off steam by partying with so-called friends, picked up a small smoking habit she’s since been trying to kick since. befriended a band at some point (shout out to beau) and groupied the east coast leg of their tour for a couple weeks, because the front man asked and was charming and looked at her like she was exceptional. then the magic faded and she left to go back to her little apartment and next booked job. really, she was just going where she felt people wanted her and everyone kept telling her it was great! everything’s fine!
coming back // present
she realized after that that she’d fallen into this entire thing and, while she was grateful for much of it, she had to wonder if she even liked it. it really hit her one day smack in the middle of a job. that evening she went home, once again packed up her things, and flew home. a special kind of subtle chaos. a not-at-all-adventurous eat, pray, love.
i want to say her agents aren’t the worst people in the world and, while angered by her abrupt departure, realized she needed a break. like, a month-long visit home. it was the holidays and her birthday, after all! lol, oh, no. bets on when they start calling her like, ‘hey, where the hell are you, what’s the deal’?
now, after dropping out of school and putting her career on pause (?), she’s back living with her parents, probably looking at her savings account and wondering if she has enough $$$$ to rent an apartment or room [potential connection idea?] until she decides wtf she’s doing. she’s stuck between feeling like she’s backsliding and feeling like she needs to take the time to figure out what she wants.
personality // fun facts
+ lively, spontaneous, passionate, humorous (or so she likes to think)
- lost, impulsive, insecure in many ways
tiktoks for the vibe: 1, 2, 3
being an adult is a scam
*calls u dude and babe in the same sentence*
she wasn’t bored, she was just restless between adventures
the first person to laugh at herself.
let’s-screw-around-and-talk-about-nothing-for-hours-until-it-inevitably-turns-into-something-deep.
“i always feel like, when i meet people, they have a bigger impact on me than i maybe do on them.”
very honest. the girl isn’t messing around (unless she totally is)!! will ask you out as soon as the thought occurs to her, like, “hey, uh, we should go out sometime. (:” :slight_smile:
very, very dreamy, but head not empty, head filled with the same bit of film dialogue on repeat over and over for, like, a week. head still processing the end of a book she finished two weeks ago. head making up prose about the faint freckles on the bridge of your nose and the way your hand’s moving about.
big music person, be it modern, classical, live, vinyl. attaches a lot of emotions and memories to songs. 98% chance you’ll find her at the nearest bar hosting live music, right up front.
her penmanship is beautiful, thanks to a love of the written word. she’d rather stick a post-it note on your door than shoot you a text. loves letters, postcards, etc.
does want to whisk you away on fun, spontaneous adventures, but will go by herself if for whatever reason you’re not available or up for it.
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