#stureplan

[dalkarl]

#snökaos #stockholm #stureplan #utepåjobb #hemfärd #stockholmibackspegeln (på/i Stockholm, Sweden) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqV3cxGDm8B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[swemagast]

Från #stureplan till #skansen #välkommenut #centerpartiet #annielööf HT @beckmansasikter (på/i Kulturdepartementet) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChIX7aaj5HY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mdameninie]

48H à Stockholm, Suède

[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate - Part 1

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1900

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1. The New Student

It was over a month into term and the morning lecture had already started when a strange young man sauntered into the hall, taking a seat among you as naturally as if he owned the place. You were a big class and you would probably not have paid attention to him if not for how out of place he looked, wearing a black suit with a striped tie in green and silver, and with his blond hair combed backwards like a rich Stureplan brat from Stockholm. 

Was he an economics student who lost his way? But even they didn’t look that snobby in this city. Gothenburg was for average people. 

The teacher only gave him a brief look before he continued to write on the whiteboard, and you turned your attention back to the lecture.

In the break, Catrine immediately went over to the newcomer and shook his hand. “Welcome to the class! I’m Catrine.”

She was one of those hyper social persons who knew everybody, and if she didn’t she made sure to get to know them as soon as possible.

He stared blankly at her. “Sorry?”

“Oh, you speak English!”

“How perceptive of you,” he deadpanned.

“That’s super cool! What’s your name and where comes you from?” She was assaulting the language badly, but in her defense she studied chemistry and not English.

“Drake Marley. From America.”

You narrowed your eyes. America? Absolutely not. His accent had made you think of English royalty and BBC reporters, and no Americans you ever heard spoke like that.

“Nice. Why are you in a Swedish university if you’re American?”

“Exchange student.” He glanced at the pile of textbooks in his open briefcase; all of them were written in English. “It’s not necessary for me to understand anything; I already know the required course book by heart. But I thought lectures were mandatory?”

Of course the guy had a briefcase and not a backpack… a snob through and through, it would seem.

“Not at all. Labs are, though.”

“Good to know.” 

“Tell me more about you. Where in America? Why pick chemistry? Do you live in a dorms?”

“I like chemistry.” He was looking at the door as if planning an escape route. Catrine had a rather overwhelmingly inquisitive personality that could take a while to get used to.

“Do you really know all the textbooks by heart?” Martin, your dorm neighbor, cut in. He had been ogling Drake with a starry gaze since he arrived.

You could see why. Drake was tall, wide-shouldered, and he had a nice face. Straight nose, dark eyebrows, chiseled jaw. His eyes were an unusual pale blue color that matched the silver in his tie.

If he hadn’t looked so cocky and upper-class he would have been handsome.

“Do you think I make stuff up?” he scoffed rather arrogantly.

What a jerk! You were convinced he was just bragging; nobody read the textbooks in advance. 

“Then what is the second law of thermodynamics, Mister Know-it-all?” you challenged.

He smirked. “Depends on who you ask. Kelvin? Planck?”

“Kelvin,” you picked at random. A tendril of doubt stirred in you. Why did he look so confident?

A group of students had gathered around you now, clearly curious about the outcome of the confrontation.

“According to Lord Kelvin, ‘a cyclic transformation whose only final result is to transform heat extracted from a source which is at the same temperature throughout into work is impossible,” he quoted.

“Wow!” Martin clapped his hands and was joined by a few bystanders.

That was taken directly from the textbook. You shifted your stance, beginning to feel a bit too hot. So, maybe he had photographic memory then, but he probably just memorized the phrase and didn’t understand what it meant.

“Say that in simpler words.”

“It means entropy always increases – and that means for example that a hot item will become cool, unless you heat it.”

You knew you must be blushing now. ”Okay,” you muttered, defeated. 

“Some are both hot and cool at the same time,” said Martin, eyeing him appreciatively. “I say, you must join us tonight at the dentist students’ pub!”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because their pub is the best,” said Catrine. “Cheap drinks, great music. Try it. It’s fun.”

He hesitated. “Maybe.”

The break was over and there was no opportunity to talk for a while, but you had a hard time focusing on the teacher. Who was this genius, British-sounding, American rich guy? Despite the mortification that he beat you, he intrigued you.

You hoped he would come to the pub so you could get to know him better; not because he seemed very likable but because you were so curious. 

Or at least that was what you told yourself.

When you arrived that night, you saw Catrine and Martin with a group of fellow students at a corner table. There was no sign of Drake.

You ordered your usual pear cider and joined them. 

“Do you think he will come?” asked Martin, sipping his rum and coke. He was nicely dressed in jeans and a shirt with the top buttons open to expose part of his tanned chest.

“I don’t think he will,” said Catrine. “He seems like a fancy restaurant kind of person. He probably only drinks champagne.” She wore a simple, comfortable sweater as always, but with her curvy shape and blonde ponytail she tended to attract guys’ eyes anyway. Not Martin’s obviously, he wasn’t into girls. 

Leaning against the wall, you slowly drank your cider, listening with half an ear at the others’ chatter and the catchy music. 

The dentist students’ pub was small, only two rooms, and the chairs and tables simple and not very comfortable, but the DJ was good and made the most of the cheap equipment. He always put together a perfect mix of new songs and old favorites from the eighties and early nineties.

After a while the others around the table went over to the dance floor in the next room, but you were getting drowsy. Instead you closed your eyes and let the music and alcohol relax you after a long day.

You all but jumped when you heard the door open and shut firmly. Drake strolled in with the same confident air as that morning, and just like then he looked slightly out of place. This time he wore an actual dress coat with tails and everything. Did he think he was going to a ball? 

Ignoring everybody in the room, he ambled over to the bar. “Dry martini,” he ordered. 

“What?” asked the bartender, a gangly dentist student with braces on his teeth.

Drake sighed. “Never mind. Do you have whiskey sour?”

He shook his head. “We have vodka…”

“No.” He leaned over to read the short menu. “I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

He paid rather clumsily for the drink, peering at the coins and twenty-crown note like he was unfamiliar with them, but that was of course expected for an exchange student.

When he scanned the tables for a place to sit, you waved awkwardly. “Here!”

”Oh, it’s you.” He looked down his nose at you.

His arrogant look made you feel like it was you who were out of place. You squirmed uncomfortably, crossing a leg over the stain on your jeans and wished you had dressed nicer. 

To your surprise he chose your table anyway, but first he wiped the chair with a green silk handkerchief. Then he sat, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. His trousers had perfect press creases, and his leather shoes looked expensive and were spotlessly polished.

Nobody dressed up like that to a simple student back alley pub! Was he royalty? An English prince in exile? You tried to recall all the members of the royal family you knew but could only think of the queen and Lady Di. The former was too old, the latter dead, and neither of them was a guy anyway.

If Drake noticed your glances he didn’t show it; he paid no attention to you and could just as well have been sitting alone. He was staring blankly into the air with a bored expression, taking long gulps of his drink. Whenever there was a new song on, you noticed him wincing slightly. 

He finished the drink fast and put down the plastic cup with a suffering look; he would probably have preferred a crystal glass with an umbrella.

If he hated the company, music and drinks so much, why did he even stay?

“Another,” he called to the bartender. “Please,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

The bartender poured it, leaving it at the counter. 

“I think you must get it yourself,” you prompted a bit shyly.

With a resigned sigh Drake fetched the cup. He emptied it equally efficiently as the previous one, but if the alcohol affected him it didn’t show. 

You wished the others would come back but they were still dancing. The silence between Drake and you grated on your nerves. 

You couldn’t stand it.

”I’m sorry I doubted you,” you blurted.

He raised one eyebrow. “Okay.”

New silence.

Your mouth continued rambling against your volition, desperate to fill the void. “But I mean, it’s not strange I did, right? Normally people don’t learn these books by heart… I thought you were just bragging. How did you even have time to both read and learn it? You must be very smart.”

Great. Why had you said he was smart? He didn’t need his ego stroked. If only the greasy linoleum floor could suck you into it and take you away now.

His lip turned up ever so slightly and for the first time he was actually looking at you. “I am, yes. A know-it-all, like you said.”

You dropped your gaze. Damn. Must he remember that?

”Uh, sorry about that too.”

”And actually I do have plenty of spare time; that’s why I memorized the book. But only the first half. I was lucky you picked thermodynamics.”

Slowly you looked back at him. He was smiling for real now and no longer looked arrogant at all. 

”What? So if I had asked about something near the end you couldn’t reply?”

”Nope.”

You giggled nervously. ”You asshole.”

”If you say so.” He nodded at your empty cider bottle. ”Want another of those?”

The offer immediately raised him several notches in your eyes. You never said no to a free drink. Plus, he had a charming smile now that he had dropped the superior air.

Or perhaps he had never meant to be superior, and it was just your interpretation because he looked so wealthy. Thinking back, he hadn’t been impolite to anyone, and just the fact he was willing to attend a pub like this was proof he wasn’t putting on airs.

“Why do you sound British?” you asked when he came back with your bottle and a third gin and tonic for himself.

“Oh.” He hesitated. “I have been living in London a lot.”

London! That’s where the queen lived too! You wanted to ask more, but now the other students returned, and soon Catrine took over the questioning like a twenty-first century version of the Spanish Inquisition.

Drake only replied to half of it and clearly grew more and more uncomfortable under the barrage. Not long afterwards he rose to leave, excusing himself with being tired.

You looked long after him as he walked out. Damn Catrine and her curiosity!

But you could understand her, too. There was something highly mysterious about that young man, and you couldn’t wait until you saw him again and had a chance to find out more.

A/N:

Hey all, thanks for reading! This is a completely new fandom for me to write in. Let me know what you think. :)

/Mimi

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[norsesuggestions]

Stockholm problems:

Was trying to find shoes stores at drottninggatan (a street with stores in all price ranges)

While walking up and down different side streets in search of more stores

I had suddenly walked all the way to stureplan (the highest prices area)

Drottninggatan and Stureplan, closer than one might think!!!

[swankifyed]

🔥🐐IMPORTANT NEWS EVERYONE: the 2022 inauguration of Gävlebocken will take place on November 27th, 16.00 Swedish time, and the construction will begin 12.00 on October 15th. Barring any outside interference he will stand in his place until the end of New Year's Day. Plan your betting pools accordingly.

The location has changed to Rådhustorget this year due to construction work, which will be the first time ever where he won't be at Slottstorget. The goat will stand in a 25m x 25m area adjacent to a 2.5m x 2.5m booth for the security guards. There will be a double gärdsgård fence, but no specifics beyond that are made public "due to security reasons". We can also assume that there will be video surveillance.

The longest survival streak (4 years) was broken last year when Gävlebocken burned down in the early morning of December 17th, 19 days after his inauguration:

For those new to this, Gävlebocken ("The Gävle Goat") is a 13m tall Yule goat made of straw in Gävle, Sweden, that is built as part of the city's annual Christmas celebrations. He is famous for repeatedly being destroyed, to the point of some considering the destruction an integral part of the tradition. Gävlebocken has been completely destroyed 38 out of his 56 years, despite increased security measures and it being a crime punishable with jail time (the conviction for the 2021 arson was six months in jail and a fine).

Gävlebocken also has a little brother, built by Vasaskolan's Science Club, called Lillbocken ("The Little Goat") who is smaller (1.5m tall) and not as well known but also very often sabotaged.

I really recommend reading the entire timeline section of the wiki page, its pure gold, but some of my personal favourites are: some dude stole the enormous goat and put it in his backyard (1973), an American burned the goat thinking it was legal due to how often it happened and spent 18 days in jail (2001), two people dressed as Santa and a gingerbread man burned the goat either by firing flaming arrows or throwing torches (2005), someone tried to bribe a guard with 50k SEK to leave his post early so they could steal the goat with a helicopter and fly him to Stureplan in Stockholm the same year as other guards reported being approached by a "mysterious German-speaking man that was perversely interested in the goat" who told them of his detailed ideas of how to make the goat burn down quickly (2010).

Webcam (comes online after the inauguration): https://visitgavle.se/en/gavlebocken

Official twitter account: https://twitter.com/gavlebocken

Official instagram account: https://instagram.com/gavlebocken

Youtube channel of Gävle city (will stream the inauguration): https://youtube.com/user/sharegavle

[aktieportfoljen]

Marknaden och central-bankerna oense om ränte-sänkningarna, 10-åringen stiger, SEB OCH Holmen i topp

Ikväll kom mitt inlägg lite senare eftersom jag besökte Financial Stockholms investerarmöte på Stureplan. Räntan på den amerikanska tioårsobligationen steg idag 5 punkter till 4,10 procent. Prissättningen på marknaden indikerar just nu en sannolikhet på 52 procent att Fed sänker styrräntan redan i mars. För en vecka sedan var motsvarande siffra 65 procent enligt CNBC. Stockholmsbörsen stängde…

[cowgirlodyssey]

12. December del 3

Det blev en lyckad jul:) Släkten var packade på en båt! Sedan blev det 25:e december. Kändes som näst sista avsnittet av en serie. ALLA karaktärer från ALLA säsonger kommer tillbaka, allt är kaos och man undrar hur fan kommer de lösa den här röran när det bara är ett avsnitt kvar??? Det hela börjar med att jag inte har några planer överhuvud taget. Ligger på soffan och degar. Sofia, min juristkompis, föreslår att vi ska festa på Stureplan med en tjej som har haft en trekant med Zac Efron. Det är ett otroligt frestande förslag, ?såklart?, men jag väljer istället att göra planer med bildisgänget (planer med bildisarna är alltid motsatsen till en trekant med Zac Efron. Många lebbar, många ölglas). Vi bestämmer oss för att mötas på <3Medis<3 och <3ta det därifrån<3. Sofia hänger movilligt med på första ölen för hennes Stureplankväll började senare än vad som va planerat. Ylva meddelar att hon är sjuk och Tilde säger att hon inte kan komma. Så jag, Lily och en sur Sofia springer runt på medis en måndag kväll och ber till gud att en bar ska va öppen (Lily vägrade gå till Carmen för hon och hennes kompis Hedda blev utslängda därifrån den 23e december). Vi hamnar till slut på ..... baras backe...... Fruktansvärd stämning!!! Källaren luktar röv och är typ ett fritids för 17 åringar. Hedda kommer dit. Alice och Isak komemr dit!<33 Det är konstig stämning, grupperna skär sig och ingen vill va på baras backe. En random kille sätter sig vid oss och undrar hur vi känner varandra. Ingen känner någon. :,( Sofia säger att hennes gamla kompis Malkolm (som jag dejtade lite under sommaren efter Öland) frågar om han och hans kompis får komma. Jag får en brain freeze av att tänka på alla dessa människor vid samma bord men säger ändå något i stil med "Han får väl göra vad han vill".

Fast forward till att jag vill skjuta mig själv. Drömmer om att borda på stureP med en tjej som haft trekant med Zac Efron. Vad fan som helst men inte baras backe med den sliskigase killen någonsin + alla mina underbara kompisar som inte vibar med varandra. Isak o Alice flyr snabbt fältet. Går till Carmen. SOFIA vågar lämna mig med den här snubben (Lily och Hedda är kvar tack och lov). Hedda och jag bestämmer att vi tar med oss Lily och flyr. Vi flyr till Carmen och lämnar allt bakom oss. Vafan gör det att Hedda och Lily hade spytt ner bargolvet på Carmen i förrigår? Vafan gör det om vi blir nekade? Vad fan gör man inte för att bli av med sliskiga Lundstudenter?? Vi flyr. Till Carmen. Jag hittar Alice och Isak, Lily och Hedda flyter iväg i folkhavet. Sätter sig någonannanstans. Men jag slår mig ner, känner mig trygg och lättad. Båten har gått i land. Vid min sida sitter Albin. Jag har inte sett honom sedan jag åkte till Köpenhamn. Sedan han gav mig en kärleksförklaring. Skiskade ett argt sms till honom i som han inte har svarat på - med all rätt! Slay. Men det känns bra. Kul att sitta och snacka med honom igen. Såklart.

Isaks syrra har lista på UB. Alla ska dit. Till och med Rodrigo är där. Det första som händer är att jag tappar mitt kort (eller så blir det taget på dansgolvet idk men det är december så jag blir inte ens förvånad at this point). Min mobil plingar för att en sliskig lundstudent vill att jag ska komma till häktet. Aldrig i livet. Jag tar med mig Albin ut till rökrutan och ber om förlåtelse för mitt dumma sms. Han säger att vi kan göra det enkelt. Han sträcker fram handen. (Inte mot min midja) Vi ska skaka hand. Bara vara vänner. Och vet ni vad jag gör?? Jag kysser honom ?

Vi håller på ett tag och han frågar om jag vill hem till honom men då tänker jag att fan NU är det dags att gå.

Gör planer med honom dagen efter. Han verkade inte så glad. Vi skulle ses på en öl men jag hade ju inget kort jag kunde bara swisha (osexigt som fan) så vi gick en promenad. Jag sa I'm just a girl without a card standing in front of a boy with a card asking him to hang out with me. Jag behöver inte ens ölen. Jag sover hos honom. Dagen efter sover jag hos honom igen. Sedan åker jag till Göteborg.

TMI: Vi skiljs åt på Stureplan av alla ställen? Han skickar en låt till mig: Until It's Time For You To Go, av Buffy Sainte-Marie

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Känns bra att avsluta inlägget här. Ska skriva en kort del 4 om Göteborg.

[cawamedia]

Så var det med det - Bokrelease

En riktig tung fest, som en actionfilm Jan Emanuel’s bokrelease blev en mycket bra festkväll. Cawa Media var på plats i Sturecompagniet vid Stureplan i Stockholm city. Ex-politikern. Kapitalisten. Marxisten. Kroppsbyggaren. Robinsonvinnaren. Debattören och provokatören. och Socialdemokraten. Jan Emanuel lämnar ingen oberörd. Nu berättar han för första gången historien om sitt liv från uppväxten…

[theparanoid]

Massgrav - Napalm Över Stureplan

(2005, full album)

[Crust Punk, Thrashcore, Anarcho-Punk, Hardcore Punk]

[anderslindberg]

Inga fler ostron på kredit vid Stureplan

https://www.aftonbladet.se/ledare/a/l3O2E9/inga-fler-ostron-pa-kredit-vid-stureplan?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[empleos-us]

La historia de la comida rápida

En 1911, White Castle abrió el primer autocine en Wichita, Kansas. El restaurante ahora es parte de la misma compañía propietaria de Wendy's, aunque son dos marcas separadas. La comida rápida se ha convertido en un alimento básico en nuestra sociedad y ha ido cambiando con los tiempos para mantenerse al día. Por ejemplo, el primer McDonalds fuera de América del Norte fue abierto en 1971 por Kari Holding en Sten Stureplan Square en Estocolmo, Suecia, y se convirtió en un destino popular tanto para los suecos como para los turistas que llegaban a través de la Estación Central. La comida rápida era una opción fácil y conveniente para muchas personas para obtener su comida sobre la marcha y también una que ofrecía una buena relación calidad-precio. A principios de la década de 1900, la comida rápida era una opción más económica, ya que no se preparaba en un restaurante, sino que se creaba a pedido en las fábricas y se envasaba para transportarla a los clientes. Se ha demostrado que la historia de la comida rápida cambia con los tiempos. En 1911, White Castle abrió el primer autocine y se convirtió en uno de los competidores de McDonald's. La comida rápida se ha convertido en uno de los alimentos básicos de nuestra sociedad y ha ido cambiando con el tiempo. Por ejemplo, Kari Holding había abierto el primer McDonald's fuera de América del Norte en la Estación Central de Estocolmo en 1971 antes de que se convirtieran en destinos populares tanto para los suecos como para los turistas que visitaban vía terrestre.

[larssonfelicia]

Grönan, Stureplan, Liseberg, Avenyn 🎢🎡🥳🥂

Vilka dagar vi har haft. Har skrattat så att jag haft ont i varenda magmuskel. Varit så bakis att det känts omöjligt att orka en utgång till. Klart man gör. Jag är så tacksam för henne, Roxanne. Det finns ingen i hela universum som är som henne. Inte ens i närheten. Lojalitet är ett ord som många har väldigt svårt att förstå innebörden med, som många tar för givet. Men finns det ett ord som beskriver henne så är det lojal. I alla, alla lägen 💜 Min soulsister.

[theworldthroughmycamerassc]

Stureplan - Stockholm, Sweden

[perkamperin]

“Svampen" (the Mushroom) at Stureplan (Stockholm, Sweden), a popular meeting place.

[acquoofsweden]

Stureplan, Stockholm