#History Channel

[levithestripper]

“We will go together to Wessex, and you will be my... John, the uhm...” “The Baptist?” “John the Baptist, yes.” VIKINGS— 03x01 “Mercenary”

[luckystrawberryking]

Danielle Colby

American Pickers - History Channel

[littlefreya]

Always. 🩸⚔️

[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

Secrets Declassified with David Duchovny

[sepulchrypha]

I had this snippet of a recording off the TV but I can't remember what it was from?? Probably a history channel documentary. If anyone knows it was on some revised findings/recreations from the 70s about a statue that they didn't know about before. Pre-Roman I think.

[ladymirdan]

Warning: Crashout on a series no one cares about.

So I just binged the first season of History Channel’s Knightfall, and I have thoughts.

First of all, fuck how modern streaming works. I can find the first season no problem. But not a single network has the second season available in Sweden. Ive tried a hundred ways to buy it but it is blocked here for some fucking reason. So I went to the high seas, but no one is seeding it. So I will most likely never see the second season.

But back to the series.

Fuck Landry. What a piece of absolute ass protagonist.

Don't get me wrong, he is wonderfully acted and I'm still rooting for him somehow, but what a disgusting hypocrite. He acts all holier than thou, but is worse than all of them together.

I love Gawain. That man did nothing wrong. How the fuck is he portrayed as a villian? He saved Landry’s life, got crippled, and were in excruciating pain for 15 years but still carried on. And when Landry had the power to heal him, he said no. Why? Never explained. (he used the power for himself later, for entirely selfish reasons)

Fuck him.

And how he treats Tancrede?!

And he fucks his best friends wife?!

Fuck this man 😭

[alinahdee]

A two part documentary special about Sitting Bull drops Thursday, May 27 & Friday, May 28 at 9PM ET/PT on The HISTORY Channel It looks really good!

[troythecatfish]

[2econd2ight2aver]

This is so embarrassing to admit but right now I'm watching the new oversimplified video (yes, he posted a new video. It's gonna be a good decade.) and I'm actually getting fired up with suspense on ancient history. I even picked sides and got really invested. Like bitch, when I catch Scipio, Scipio when I catch you. You copying little bitch come up with your own tactics STOP STEALING FROM THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND HANNIBAL.

[historicalfictionenthusiast]

Saw someone say people who love history are really just people who love gossip and I can’t stop thinking about it so now you have to as well.

[random-movie-ideas]

Weird to think that, in the Stargate universe, the History channel could have evolved in the exact same way it did for us, and yet, for them, it would still be teaching actual history.

[levithestripper]

Ragnar trying to make Athelstan laugh, which could mean nothing. VIKINGS— Ragnar Lothbrok and Athelstan in 03x01 “Mercenary” for @errruvande

[undeadentropy]

The History Channel did irreparable damage to usamerican understanding what is legitimate information or scientific study, and what is conspiracy theory. They carry a lot of the blame for our current political situation. We never did recover. I wish I was kidding, but I watched it happen in real time. This was the moment conspiracy became mainstream entertainment.

[littlefreya]

In the dark I've lingered too long This sharpened axe, beam of light I reach for and I master Wield against these shadows

The Axe. Gojira.

[mads-weasley]

1. Shadows of the Gods

Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Eira Torsteinsdottir (OFC)

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A/N: this is a little introduction for Eira and some of the other main characters!! :)

Word Count: 1.1k

The cold wind of Kattegat cut through the town’s small cottages, the air subzero coming off the frozen fjord. While she hadn’t lived in Kattegat for too long, she noticed things were rapidly changing…things were quieter now. Shadows stretched long over the snow-covered ground, and a bad omen had fallen over the town since Ivar the Boneless’ rise to power. People moved carefully through the town, wary of the ever-watchful soldiers who stood at every corner.

Why stay in Kattegat?

It was a question she asked herself daily, though she could never exactly find an answer. 

Eira stepped carefully through the front door of a modest cottage, the hinges creaking in protest as a wave of heat hit her face, the smell of sickness haning thick in the air. It was a smell she’d gotten used to by now. By the fire, a woman sat wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, her hands busy knitting even as a faint sheen of sweat clung to her forehead. 

“Don’t hover, girl,” Liv said without looking up. “I’m not dead yet.”

A soft smile tugged at Eira’s lips despite the worry pinching her brow. “I wasn’t going to say it, Liv, but you don’t look so far off,” she teased, unpacking her basket.

Liv snorted. “I’ll take that as a compliment. A few wrinkles and a fever won’t do me in. The gods will have to try harder than this.”

Kneeling by the fire, Eira pulled out a handful of dried herbs. As she crushed them in a small mortar, Liv leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes watching her closely.

“You’ve got a quiet way about you tonight,” Liv remarked, her voice softer now. “What troubles you, Eira?”

Eira didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she focused on her task, the rhythmic motion of the pestle grounding her thoughts. “Nothing new,” she murmured at last.

Liv hummed knowingly. “Is it Vali?”

The pestle stilled in Eira’s hand as she glanced over at the older woman. “It’s alright to speak of him,” Liv said gently. “To miss him.”

Eira swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the crushed herbs in the bowl. “I stayed behind that day,” she said quietly. “While he fought, I stayed here. I sometimes wonder if…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“If he would still be here had you gone with him?” Liv finished. “That is nonsense, my child. You’re a healer. You’ve no business dying in a battle when there are lives to save. Your brother wouldn’t want that for you.”

Eira busied herself pouring the herbs into a steaming cup of water. “He’s gone, Liv. And I… I didn’t even see him one last time.”

Liv reached out and placed a steadying hand on Eira’s arm. “We will see all the people we have lost in Valhalla.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Taking the cup from Eira’s hands, Liv smiled. “How about you leave an old woman to her rest? There are others who need you more than I do tonight.”

“But what if I want to stay here with you?”

She raised a brow. “But I am right, yes?”

With a shrug, Eira began packing up her things into her satchel. 

“Of course I am,” Liv chuckled, her eyes twinkling despite the fever. “Now off with you girl, before I throw this tea at you.” She waved her hand in mock impatience, her laughter trailing long after Eira as she stepped out into the cold evening air.

Eira navigated the streets of Kattegat, weaving behind carts and vendors toward the home of her next patient. She went through a list of the homes she was still to visit in her mind as she went. Out of nowhere, a rough shove in her side soon sent her falling to the frozen earth, her basket flying and spilling jars of herbs along the ground. She let out a sharp breath, not from the pain but from the indignity of it. Eira clenched her jaw and braced herself on her elbows, looking up.

“Watch where you’re going, healer,” the man said, his voice dripping with mockery. His face bore the red paint of their King. He nudged the edge of her basket with his boot, scattering the jars even farther. “Leave the streets to the warriors.”

Eira, still kneeling in the dirt, bit back the sharp retort that rose to her tongue. She didn’t have the luxury of making enemies here. She wanted to tell him exactly where to shove his so-called authority, but the steady reminder of the soldiers on every corner kept her words in check. She was no warrior, and she couldn’t afford to draw attention to herself. Not here. Not now.

That got you killed.

She started gathering the scattered herbs, her hands moving briskly as the cold bit into her fingers. “I’m just trying to do my work,” she said flatly, not looking up.

The guard chuckled. “You should learn some respect. A wench like you should respect King Ivar, the god.”

A god?

Now Eira was truly lost for words. She reached up to her necklace, feeling the cold iron of her Freyja pendant. Ivar was not a god. Anyone with half a brain could see that. 

Standing to her feet, she brushed the snow off her hands. Then she saw him…Ivar the Boneless. His smirk sent shivers down her spine as he slowly limped down the street. Eira watched him go, his head held high, flanked by his ever-present entourage of guards. He seemed untouchable and clearly believed in the delusion that he was a god. Those who walked in his shadow seemed to believe it, too. 

Ivar had killed Vali, even if not directly. Eira thought she’d gotten the upper hand against the bitterness that threatened to drown her, but seeing him brought it right back to the surface.

She quickly turned to go down an alleyway to escape the commotion, but she froze when she caught sight of a figure standing near the docks, watching her from a distance. It was a fleeting glance, a man with dark hair and a sharp gaze, but something about him made her pause. 

Eira didn’t know who he was, nor did she care. He was probably just another one of Ivar’s men, and if he was watching her, it could only mean trouble. With a shaky sigh, she adjusted the basket on her elbow and turned down the alleyway. 

If she had learned anything recently, it was that Kattegat was no longer free like it was under Lagertha. And as much as she hated this new life, there was nothing to do but endure it. For now.

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[learningfromlosing]