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Trying to get my ass back here but the depression persists (still struggling sorely with medication) so my drive... Fluctuates. A lot tbh

I've been home in NI for a few days doing medical stuff that's 6x the price in Norway, but while I've been here the country has been up in riots. We're ofc all totally desensitised to this by now — it's literally just part of our culture sadly. I can't post openly about this topic on my socials; we live under an intimidation regime and tbh, it works. I don't know who is reading my posts and how they could respond. But here is small enough I just want to say something to ask everyone to please keep these people in your thoughts. I'm censoring words and I'll delete this soon regardless

A teenage girl was assaulted by two boys. The boys were immigrants and so, the people (who tbh just wanted any excuse to be racist cunts) are everywhere with anti-immigration protests that are just attacking anyone that's not Brltlsh. People have been forced to hide in their attics and try to stay silent while people ransack their houses below them. Signs have gone up in windows that say "Brltlsh household" so they won't be targeted. Houses firebombed. Immigrants and foreign people here who were deemed targets were moved from the town it originally started in to a safehouse in another town, outed by a poIitician and the safehouse was attacked and attempted to be burned down. Nobody is fighting for that poor girl and nobody gives a shit about her. They just want an excuse to be racist to innocent people here.

This is just normal Nørthern lreIand unfortunately. But it's disgusting and it's just straight racism. There's no question about that. I know there's a lot going on in the world but please keep these people in your thoughts as well because it's literally just racist attacks and an excuse to throw bombs at the polis and it's fucked. Right now people who are likely targets are being asked to go and stay with relatives etc, take important documents and stuff. It's horrible.

It's fucked but we are all just so desensitised that we (of course) condemn this shit but it's just life here. We just take a different road because that one is blocked by petrol bømbs and we complain to one another because our takeout takes two hours to reach us because of riots and we just don't go out of the house after 7pm. It's fucked. But just because we're desensitised and complacent and we just get on with things doesn't mean it isn't absolutely fucked — we're just too scared to talk about it bc it puts targets on us. Please keep these people in your thoughts. It's fucking horrible.

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crawls in here and collapses onto u all. hi

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fannar rn:

vs me right now:

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smash or pass: frestonia

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He's still got his head hidden in his hands, at this point. He peeks through his fingers to stare at the ground, eyes flickering thoughtfully. All their time together and he's never thought about it before, it seems.

"Craig is my best friend," he says quietly. "I mean — he's good looking. I think everyone would say that? And he's talented, and he's so kind. And he knows me, probably better than basically anybody else." His hands cover his eyes again, and he stifles a cough as best he can. "Sometimes I actually think he knows me better than I know myself, even. He's really special, but he's also my best friend — and he's handsome, of course, and we get along so well. But maybe we're too similar sometimes? And I wouldn't want to ever do anything to affect our friendship. So I don't — I don't know. He's really handsome and I know how special he is, but... I would be too afraid of ever ruining what we have. Does this... make sense?"

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smash or pass aiden

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This one has him blushing so hard that he legitimately feels lightheaded. He ducks his head slightly, but it does nothing to hide. Hotter than any fever he could run, any magma breaking the surface of his land. Certainly telling of something, no? A crush here, as well? And this time, he seems like he's thinking very carefully, hands coming together so fingers can fidget.

"There's something about him," he says, so quietly. "I don't know how to describe it, but it's like — it's — he's just so... Like, even though we've only hung out a couple of times, he's just... I want to talk to him. I want to... Like, I want to know what he thinks? And I want to spend time with him. He's so... Aghh — I can't think of the word in English," he's hiding his face in his hands at this point, so everything is coming out muffled. "You feel like you can relax around him. I feel like I can relax around him. I... Oh, God — I would. Yes. Fuck."

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Smash or pass: Japan

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"Japan?" He echoes quietly, cheeks still burning. This one, he actually has to think some about, and he turns his head away to cough quietly into one hand. He's... Never really thought about it before, truly.

"I mean... I do think he's handsome," he admits sheepishly, tipping his head up slightly in thought. "But... Hm. I've never thought about it? I-I mean, I don't — I don't think about this a whole lot, with anyone! Not unless it comes up. I... We do have a lot of connections, between our countries. And I think he's very nice, and we get along very well, but... um, I don't know him as well as I'd like to? And — And I feel like, we can both be quite... shy. I don't know how it would happen. I don't think I feel a lot of, what is it they say — is it "chemistry"? — in that regard? we... I don't think it would come up. I don't really know how to initiate these things, not much, and — ah — there's also this..." He kind of gestures with his hands, but then turns his palms up unsurely. "He seems so much more... I don't know. Experienced? Than me. I feel like he's much older than me, if that makes sense. N-Not in an offensive way—! I just mean... You know— I just feel like we're different, kind of."

With this said, he sheepishly sits back and folds his hands in his lap. "He's handsome, and has always been kind to me, but... I guess, pass? Maybe if we knew each other better...? I don't know."

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Smash or pass…America

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The speed at which Fannar's pallor dissolves into an intense blush is almost funny. Oh? A crush? All his learned manners are forgotten in a moment, and his eyes are firmly fixed somewhere off to the side. In this moment, subtlety is not his strongest suit.

"America? I — Well, I-I mean — we do have history," he's trying to make his voice at least come out audible, but one still has to listen hard to hear him. He clears his throat, and then tries again. "He was... He was the first person to recognise my independence in 1944. I mean, Denmark, um, the Danish King — yeah. But it was America who recognised my independence first, and... Well, when Britain invaded, the American troops then came in because they were neutral. I mean, that brought it's own problems — ah, but..." Geopolitics and historical relations differ to personal feelings, he reminds himself, and his blush deepens once again.

"In those years, we talked sometimes. My English was poor, but... um, he... inspired me. A lot. About independence. And... I — well?" Bro looks like he's about to combust, honestly. He can't help but cough, turning his head away before he sheepishly admits, "I-I would. Definitely. If it ever came up."

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Please send more of these smash or passes I'm crying laughing trying to write this one (bc I got two asks for the one person and Fannar is actually perishing so hard)

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 “𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 / 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒) 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒” + 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘.

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New eruption in sundhnúkagígar / just north of Grindavík (same that's been ongoing on and off for a good while now). Grindavík and the Blue Lagoon were evacuated again. The fissue is about 1200m and was extending southward (within the dikes surrounding Grindavík). A hot water pipe has bust which confirms there's cracking within the town. The photo below shows how it's through the dikes north of town.

As of right now, volcanic activity has subsided but seismic activity is still high in the magma crater.

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"Sometimes it's a good feeling that's important," he smiles, his own fingertips beginning to prickle with cold in spite of his gloves. He shifts so that he can follow suit in tucking his hands in under his arms. "Maybe it's silly, but sometimes, I think the lights are like a reminder to be hopeful. Sometimes you are disappointed, yes, but that's also something important. If you didn't have the disappointing times, the good times wouldn't be so special."

His cheeks warm a little more, and Fannar suddenly laughs a quiet, bashful laugh. Oh. He's talking too much. "Sorry, I— I just think a lot."

Not just. It's a secret he's kept hidden, all the time he's lived: he writes. He's lost track of how many poems he's written on the subject of the northern lights, so they bring up many a thought — but that knowledge, he'll burn his throat on lava before he ever admits it aloud. No, that's just for him... even when he feels the occasional, fleeting pang to tell someone. In all his years, it is his best guarded secret.

"No — it's not," he answers, gratefully drawn from his own head. He untucks one hand so that he can gesture along the shape of one arc. "Little electric... Ah, the fucking English — particles? — From the sun, they come to the Earth. Our magnetic field pushes most of it away, but in the north and the south, the magnetic field is the most weak — which is why we only really get them there. And, so, when they come into Earth, they'll hit, like, oxygen and stuff up there — and when they do, it makes a tiny light. So, really, what it's all just... billions upon billions of little tiny lights, and they all come together. And that's what we see."

He turns his head to look at Aiden, and he smiles. "I was told, it's the same as how neon lamps work. How people were able to just..." He gestures back up to the lights, as if emphasizing their size. "It's so big, here. But then these little lights, they're like... they're kind of like the northern lights, but — eh — controlled, you know? Isn't that the most incredible thing? That such smart people could take these lights, and put them in a jar to make something beautiful that they wanted to make. They're so different, but also... not so different. Isn't that amazing?"

Once again, he catches himself as talking too much, and he once again shrinks into himself. With a bashful laugh: "I-I'm sorry — I'm really talking a lot this evening."

There's a swell of pride in him, though Fannar so carefully keeps it hidden. He's humble, a trait honed by hundreds of years of learning - but there are cracks, like water running under ice sheets, and it's evident in the way Fannar grins up at the sky, as well. He remembers watching these lights when he first came to life. He remembers dancing under them with the huldufólk, but then he was scolded by that scary woman in town, so then they danced in secret. He remembers watching them from Denmark and feeling a homesickness at the lack of colour in them — funny, how life just... goes on. Footsteps in the snow.

And, a friend in the snow. Aiden basically flops himself down and Fannar goes to say something — but then he closes his mouth. And then he smiles, then grins, before flopping down beside him. This is why he keeps spare clothes in the car - emergency kits in Iceland are a recommendation to be taken seriously - and what better way to feel alive, cold seeping down your collar and warmth in your chest?

"I'm never normal about them," he admits, much more softly now. The look in his eyes is enchanted. Dreamy, almost. "You become accustomed to the tourists who come for the glaciers and the waterfalls. I still love them, of course, but... you know, it becomes routine. But the lights are never routine. You could drive all this way and they'd never appear. Some days, they come out when I'm carrying groceries back from Krónan. And the colours and the shapes, you never know what's going to happen. I feel so... grateful, when they do show up. And especially when I have friends to share them with, not just tourists." He blushes then, appearing to catch himself slightly in his pride, and he attempts to reign it in with a bashful look. "I-I mean — I'm very lucky."

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Oh, the relief he feels that his laughter isn't being taken as rude. He does find himself looking out towards the magma itself, and his hands settle deep into his pockets. And then he starts snickering again over the fact that he's just admitted to eating rocks as a kid. Not the worst thing he's eaten (he's already once mentioned the tadpoles way back in the day......) but probably still not fantastic for your dental hygeine.

"I ate a lot of grass and shit too. I was just... I was, um, basically wild when I was a kid. Rocks, though—I don't really recommend trying!" He says with a little laugh, looking awfully sheepish. "They just taste... I don't know. Like they smell. Like rocks. They're not particularly delicious or anything. And the texture is... weird. Like grit."

Yeah, he's glad he got domesticated, when he thinks back on it.

"I guess I could imagine that," he answers, turning his head up slightly in thought. "I don't know. I guess so? I think I ate lava rocks once or twice when I was a kid, but... I don't really remember so well. Never lava, though."

Suddenly, there's a sparkle in his eye. "Oh! I have an idea — um, it's a surprise. Come with me!" And, cautiously, he's tossing his head as if to reiterate that Teodor should follow.

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It had been a bit of a hike to get here; naturally, you couldn't really bring your diesel-powered 4x4 anywhere near a smoking, spitting cauldron like this one. But Fannar deemed it worth it, he always did — it was a sight he never got sick of (figuratively, at least), and one he was all too eager to share with visitors he may have. There's a pride welling in his chest just like the superheated rock itself, although you wouldn't know it from looking at him. Humility is important, after all! But... more than that, he's just too busy looking at Teodor with a cross between curiosity and bewilderment. And then, he begins to laugh. He tries to stifle it at first, and raises a hand apologetically to his mouth as his shoulders shake, one hand raised apologetically. "I am very sorry for laughing—" he manages to get out, both hands now upturned. "T-That was rude of me. I apologise. But, I-I was just laughing because — I've thought about it several times!" he admits, and then the laughing starts up anew. "But no, I've never tried it. You know, I've never burned my tongue — or my mouth, what is it they say? It doesn't matter how hot things are. But, maybe lava is pushing the limits a bit." And then, completely nonchalant, he waves a hand. "I ate rocks when I was a kid, like, more than once. I think maybe it would taste like that, but... um, more burnt? Or metallic, like you say?" Then, a little more bashfully, he laughs. "I was a weird kid."

The laughter didn’t surprise Teodor at all. In fact, the Romanian smiled in turn, letting his arms fall back to his sides. ‘If it wouldn’t kill me, I think I would scoop some up and try it right now—’ he said with a nod, his eyes on the bubbling red heat that poured from the mountain, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. ‘Rocks, though? Ah, can’t say I’ve done that.’ He looked back across to Fannar, breathing an airy sort of laugh of his own. ‘Grass, yes. Leaves… twigs. You can get pretty desperate in a forest.’ He said, running a hand back through his hair, but the curls just flopped back into place. He didn’t need to mention the bugs, surely; some people couldn’t stomach that fact. He bit his tongue on that one. ‘What do rocks taste like? I assumed they would just taste… dirty? Like dirt? Sandy, maybe?’ He screwed up his nose at the thought of the texture of sand in his mouth, his smile turning downward with it. There were some sensations Teodor never wanted to feel, and that was one of them. ‘Metallic, though. Yes. Maybe the way the inside of a bullet casing tastes?’ Perhaps that was too specific, Teodor shook his head. He couldn’t help himself; ‘I hope you were at least eating pretty rocks?’

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Fannar's walls are high, and Keira knows. She knows that even after all this time, all these years, Fannar still tends the tops of the wall with barbed wire and hot oil stains mark the brickwork. He doesn't mean to be so difficult to reach, of course. Through an eternity, some things get ingrained and others get honed to perfection. Having walls is how he can be strong. Having walls is safe. Crying in front of anyone, even someone like Keira who he knows he's safe with — it makes him want to hide, to run, to peel his skin off in discomfort. To be seen, it's just...

Maybe it's a small mercy that he's kind of out of it. Whether it's a flare-up he's dealing with, or something seismic, or just something stupid and human, the tears are... unexpected. Even for his usual temperatures — he's clearly out of it this time. But still, he blinks at her with a sniffle, before quietly asking, "...Keira—?"

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HAPPY PADDY'S DAY LAWDS I already sent this video to dear @deoraxde but am about to ruin your whole day with this bit from my favourite NI podcast

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This big one, their head - and not a level one, for sure - certainly knows how to stare a man down. Brenn finds his eyes narrowing just slightly on him, but his stance doesn't change. He only takes a single step backwards as Agnar begins swinging, primarily so that he can now stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the two best fighters the town could stand to put forward.

There are more, however, when needed.

"Such a shame that we've decided that talking will get us nowhere," he tuts, and holds his hands out to both sides with a languid shrug. Eyes darken again, and still with that smile of his, he adds, "Diplomacy really is a skill, my friend."

And then his hands begin to glow; a golden light that spreads through his weapon, a mace, as he accepts it from the man beside him. Then his own teeth glint, perfect and white, right back at Agnar.

But then the thing is let down to stand, and Brenn's eyes flicker to it. Heimi is immediately taking an antsy step back behind the others, his tail wrapped around him protectively. Pathetic. Children should be allowed to learn and play, of course, but they should be raised in strength. This one, it's deficient in more ways than one. Can he really be surprised?

And the men surge forwards. It's a matter of blunt force, really - initially, their weapons aim to clear away the fog so they can see their targets. It's not working, though, and they quickly realise a change of tack may be needed. One calls out to a man just beyond the fog: "Tarvet! The fog, clear it now!", and a voice responds with an affirmative. It's nigh-on impossible to see, but their ally begins chanting outside the fog cloud, obviously hoping to counter it in some way.

Heimi takes another step back, looking afraid despite the words he's offered. His eyes are wide, and the tip of his tail swishes, despite him holding it in both his hands now. Much further and he'll disappear into the fog, himself. He can't hear the winds here. He can't talk to them, they're not coming through the fog and he doesn't know why—

So he does the only thing he can think to do and he, like Helt, begins growling and bearing his teeth. He tries to make himself look big with his tail standing on end now, but that's about all he can do to aid.

After so many years of politics and interpersonal relations, Brenn has grown skilled in reading other people. Their subtle cues - the gentle shift that Roar does, simply moving the corpse over his shoulder. Their words - anything clipped, anything double-edged. Anything threatening, veiled or no. He's grown skilled in reading the atmosphere surrounding these groups of do-gooders who come through, who poke their nose in where they don't belong and then grow bothered when asked for help. Is that not what the Harpers do, after all?

Brenn's smile has a saccharine edge, and he folds his hands in front of himself at each of their thinly-veiled threats.

"I must admit, I'd be quite surprised if you were to throw your trophy away like that," Brenn says, stepping a foot closer to Agnar. It isn't instigating, but as if he still aims to portray himself as a friend, despite obviously knowing their ploy. Is he simply toying with them all? "You could get good money for it's horns. Their blood also goes for a pretty penny in certain communities. Why waste the spoils of your slaughter?"

He is toying with them. His eyes linger on the tiefling boy - who continues to play dead, despite his heart beginning to beat a little faster against Roar's shoulder in fear. Ah, but he wasn't the one to give them all away, was he? Impressive, one might say, for filth such as he.

"I thought the Harpers were a good, honest people," he sighs, extending his hands out to his sides. "We gave you a place to stay, welcomed you with food. We took your word, Roar, that you would help us with this... thing. I told you that I feared it may return, despite the jovialities, and look — It was you who brought it back to us."

He goes to extend a hand out towards the tiefling, gently feeling the fabric of Heimi's new tunic between his fingers. The tiefling's heart is hammering now. "A beautiful robe it is, but not the funeral attire we most often see. Not that it deserves a funeral."

And then he steps back, face to face with Agnar. There's a darkness in his eyes that now singes the edges of his smile, and a few tall, well-built men begin appearing from the buildings nearby, as if standing to back-up.

"It really is an unfortunate set of circumstances we have, now."

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OKAY HI I'M GOING TO TRY AND GET SOME STUFF DONE HERE TODAY LOL

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Yesterday another earthquake swarm started in Reykjanestá and over 600 quakes have been measured, six of which were above Mag3 (noted here by the green stars). This isn't really anything surprising since Reykjanes has "woken up", regular eruptions in this area are likely to continue for potentially hundreds of years. The next one looks to be on the horizon.

Side note: Bárðarbunga had an isolated earthquake over Mag3 which you can see here! No signs of any volcanic unrest, and again, that's p normal.