#tiger oslo

[roviellworld]

The tiger in front of Oslo Central Station is one of Oslo's most photographed "inhabitants" and one of the first things that meet a visitor arriving at Oslo Central Station. Roviell Cablao travel to Oslo Norway.

When Oslo celebrated its 1000-year anniversary in 2000, Eiendomsspar wanted to give the city a gift. Oslo wanted a tiger, and that's what they got: a 4.5-metre bronze tiger made by Elena Engelsen.

The reason Oslo wanted a tiger, is the city's nickname Tigerstaden ("The Tiger City"), which most Norwegians are familiar with. The name was probably first used by Norwegian poet Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. His poem "Sidste Sang" from 1870 describes a fight between a horse and a tiger; the tiger representing the dangerous city and the horse the safe countryside.

[firbetmakes]

Your No. 1 Fans

The illsutartion I made for Goodsmile's Fluffy Land anniversary competition.

I've been a fan of them scinse I saw the River nendoriod from ages ago. Now I have all 3 of the fluffy land nendos on my wishlist Q-Q

[roseband]

me (drunk on vacation): i want to see the rose again

also me: has livestream ticket for saturday, is meeting the rose on march 10th

[alexiabae]

HOLD; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader

Summary: y/n showed at caro how important she is.

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Everything finished.

Finally.

The world cup was over, or at least for Caro.

The Norwegian gave a relieved sigh when she finally landed in Barcelona. She missed that city a lot during that month away. But more importantly, she missed her girlfriend. Y/N is a footballer player too, but she missed the world cup for standing up about her beliefs and rights, Caro supporting her from the start, just like supporting her other teammates.

She drove towards her apartment that she shared with Y/N. Since it is still the preseason, Y/N was training right now so the blonde decided to give her a surprise, making her think that she is passing some more days in Norway with her family.

Caro was met with Curro when she entered the apartment. The tiger cat meow when he saw the blonde, stretching and walking animatedly towards her.

"Hola, boy! You miss me?" Caro talked with him, patting his back and scratching between his ears. Curro meow again, like if he can understand.

The forward smiled, passing a good time with the cat before she moved towards her bedroom and decided to unpack her suitcase case and do some laundry. Curro followed her around the house, whatever Caro goes, he too.

Once she finished, she thought if she could surprise her girlfriend by going to Barcelona's training session or wait patiently over there and make some lunch for them. She chose the second option and put some music from her phone, she started to make the lunch, accompanied by Curro.

Caro hummed quietly while she was doing the food, when she heard the key's sound, indicating that Y/N was to open the front door. The blonde quickly turned down the volume and quietly, hiding herself a little, waiting for Y/N to come inside.

"Curro, I'm at home!" Y/N called him. Caro chuckled lowly by her greeting to the cat. Curro went immediately out of the kitchen, going for Y/N's call. "There you are! Come here, baby." The Spanish put on a baby voice and grabbed the cat.

The blonde hearing Y/N from centimetres makes her go where she is and hold her between her arms. But she took a breath and waited, she thought that a few minutes more couldn't hurt her.

"I miss you too..." Y/N said again, laughing softly. "How good it smells... The neighbours are cooking Curro... I'm hungry now. Let's go." Y/N's voice was heard more near the kitchen.

Caro was preparing herself, hiding behind the door. Y/N frowned when she walked inside, confused because the smell was coming from her own kitchen, seeing the prepared food.

"Who made this?" Y/N muttered, a little scared because she didn't prepare that and because it seems ready recently.

Without controlling herself anymore, Caro walked slowly towards Y/N, who was giving her back and hugged her, making Y/N scream.

"It's me, min kjærlighet. Auch!" Caro could say before Y/N kicked her ribs with her elbow, making the blonde separated and put her hand on the kicked spot.

Y/N took her hands on her mouth, covering with them. "Why did you do that?" She questioned, seeing how Caro was double up. "Also... Hi!" Y/N went towards her, putting Caro's head on her chest and hugging her, like nothing happened.

The Norwegian rolled her eyes, but a painful smile was on her face. "I'm glad that if something happens, you can defend yourself." Caro grunted, leaning her head on her, snuggling.

The other holds a laugh, kissing her head. "Sorry, amor. But you would agree with me that if I'm not waiting for anyone to be here, the intruder needs to be kicked out."

"Ah? So... I'm an intruder now?" The blonde raised her head to look at Y/N, a feign offended expression on her face.

Is the turn for Y/N to roll her eyes.

"Of course not! But you said that you will be staying in Oslo for a few more days, so obviously I'm not waiting for you to be here, tonta." Y/N loose off her arms around her neck, putting it now on her own waist to do more emphasis.

The blue eyed woman put herself right when the pain dissipated and stretched her arms towards Y/N to embrace her, passing both hands for the gap and bringing her towards herself. The blonde is taller than Y/N, so she looked down and kissed her nose.

Y/N frowned, still in the same position. "What?" Caro asked, confused.

"You didn't let me go to Auckland." Y/N said firm. The blonde rolled her eyes, relaxing her features.

"And I told you that it is okay, you don't need to go over there." Caro hugged her more, leaning on her to kiss her again, but Y/N moved, crossing her arms. Caro opened her mouth slightly. "Are you serious?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes. I wanted to go and I know it is because you think that I have enough with Spain's federation and you don't want to add your problems. But Caro, you are important to me and you suffer... You cried." She explained, a little hurt.

Caro knows that she has the right. She saw in the past, how Y/N struggled with everything that happened with Spain's federation. Her tears, the stress and anxiety, the sleepless nights... Everything. And she was there, helping her, worrying about her. If Y/N couldn't let her be by her side, she got mad for sure.

With a sight, Caro nodded. "You have the right. Beklager." She apologized, looking at her feet.

Y/N bites her bottom lip, with a soft look on her eyes she raises her hands to Caro's cheeks and makes the other look at her, the blue eyes looking a little sad.

"You keep talking in Norwegian and maybe I can forgive you." Y/N whispered, making the other paint a tiny smile on her lips.

"Kan jeg kysse deg?" Caro tried, her gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

Y/N leaned her head aside, smiling widely. "Did you say something about a kiss?" She tried to guess, squealing excited when Caro nodded, making her laugh for Y/N's behaviour and thinking how much she missed her. "Yes, you can kiss me." She let her know after celebrating.

Caro bites her bottom lip briefly and without losing much time, she captures her lips with hers, humming happily to kiss her again after a long time.

•••

They had lunch together, enjoying each other's company. They talked about everything or the little things that happened in Barcelona when Caro was away. Y/N wanted to talk about what happened in the world cup, but she wants Caro to have free thoughts about professional stuff.

"Come here! I wanted to take a photo with you and give them some enviousness." Y/N informed, grabbing her phone.

The blonde chuckled and let herself get crushed by her girlfriend. Y/N's head on Caro's with a big smile while the other gives a lipped smile to the camera. The Spanish were sitting between Caro's legs.

Caro's phone vibrated, indicating that Y/N sent the photo to the barça group chat. The blonde was scratching Curro's back, enjoying his dose of cuddles.

"Ja! They are already commenting." Y/N muttered, leaning her head on Caro's chest, intertwining with her hand the hand was reposing on her waist.

"Soon you need to go. Do you want me to drive you over there?" Caro talked lowly, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

"Naa, don't worry about it. You need to rest or if you don't want to, you can give Curro a walk by the beach. Call Ingrid and go with her." Y/N suggests, not wanting in reality that the girls in some way, stress her out.

Caro shrugs. "Okay. I call her." She didn't press. She missed the girls too, but she just landed that morning and didn't want to be bothered too much.

Just saying that, Y/N called Ingrid for her, looking innocently later at the blonde, who shakes her head with a smile.

"¿Hola?" Ingrid greeted. Y/N put on the speaker.

"¡Hola bombón! Do you have some plans for today?" Y/N greeted her too.

"No, why? If I'm not mistaken, you have training in about an hour." Ingrid inquires.

Y/N laugh. "Wow. You have my schedule learned. I need to worry? Or Mapi?" Y/N teased, looking at Caro.

Ingrid snorted. "Do I need to remind you that Mapi is training with you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Anyway. I call you because Caro is here." A sound of surprise was heard by the other line. "Do you not see the photo that I put to the chat? I'm hurt." Y/N dramatically said the last part.

"No I'm not. I was doing... Things." At this Y/N and Caro laughed hard, knowing very well what that meant. "Shut up you two. Also hii Caro!"

"Hallo." Caro greeted her, her laugh dying.

"Just like I was saying. Caro is here but she will be bored, I suggested her to give Curro a walk by the beach, do you mind bringing your kids to the beach?" Y/N asked, playing with Caro's fingers.

Ingrid laughs by the reference that her friend made. "For me it's okay. Let me ask Mapi if I can bring our kids to the beach." "Hey you two! I let her in with a condition, you need to take photos about them together! I miss little Curro." Mapi was the next to speak.

"Deal." Caro calmly said.

"Well, I need to hang up or I will be late to training, you too León. So... I will see you Mapi in a while and Ingrid, I miss you and take care of Curro, please." Caro hit Y/N's arm softly, making the girl chuckle.

They talked a little more and Y/N was flying to the door after giving a lot of kisses to her girlfriend and promising later more cuddles, to Curro too.

•••

"How do you feel?" Ingrid asked after a long time from talking about their return to Norway or Barcelona.

Caro shrugs but her hold on the lead is stronger and her jaw clenched, indicating that her mood changed with that only question.

"Tired but I'm fine." Caro lied, once again shrugging, her gaze fixed on Curro.

Ingrid looks at her, knowing perfectly how the blonde was feeling, who better than her how she feels.

"Caro..." Ingrid pressed, her gaze turning soft just like her tone when she chose the next words. "It's me. You don't need to pretend anymore. I will not judge you."

The blonde sighed, raising her gaze to look at the ocean, not wanting to look at that moment at her friend.

"I feel mad, angry. I want to scream. I want to cry. I'm tired of people that don't care about me. They all make a point when you make mistakes but when you do something good, I don't hear anything. It's frustrating." Caro opened up. Her voice is getting raspy to hold her emotion in.

The brunette grabbed with her other hand the other lead and hugged her friend by her shoulders. It's shocking to see Caro in this state, usually she is a calm person. That summer, even if the two are teammates in the same club, Ingrid felt more connected with Caro than ever.

"You know. I talked about it with you all during our stay in Australia. I was thinking of letting the national team after the world cup. I spoke with Mapi too, and something I admire about her is that she will fight until the end, even if she loses important tournaments if that means that the girls would come behind her, have better rights and conditions." Ingrid explained. "I'm going to let the national team."

This time Caro looked at her, not surprised by her choice of words, it was for her firmness. The determination on her eyes.

"Do you not think about it? To let the national team? I mean until the people who were involved and take us seriously, get out. If they are there, I don't want to be with them." Ingrid inquires, explaining her exit from the national team.

Caro looks at Curro again, the cat playing playfully with the other two cats. Of course it passed for her mind to let the national team. She knows what Ingrid means when talking about Mapi's part, she is with Y/N and is fighting for the same thing.

"Yes, I thought about it. Actually I'm struggling about going out or staying." Caro started in a low voice, but knowing that Ingrid could hear her. "I talked with my family. They all support me. I... I mentioned it at Y/N briefly, she supports me too, I know that always. But it's a hard topic to talk about... I received a lot of comments from some of the team, like Ana. Well, you know what I'm talking about, because she told you too. I don't know why but I'm scared to talk about it with Y/N. Even knowing that she will never be disappointed or judge me." She explains to Ingrid how she really feels.

"I know why." Ingrid said, squeezing Caro's shoulder. The blonde looks at her curious. "You care a lot about Y/N that you don't want to add your problems to her. You think that she has enough... Am I mistaken?" Ingrid guessed.

Caro blushed because she knew that Ingrid said loudly what the truth is. She heard how Ingrid let out a chuckle.

"Don't worry, venn. In some way it's cute... But you need to tell her about your emotions, you can't keep it until you can't hold it anymore." The brunette advised.

•••

"You're too quiet tonight." Y/N hummed alongside Caro on the bed. She leaned more on her neck and kissed it.

The blue eyed woman passed her right arm by Y/N's midsection, embracing her and kiss her head.

"I'm just thinking..." Caro admitted, playing with Y/N's hair.

It was dark in the room, any light coming into it, but Y/N raised her head to look at her, making Caro snort for that gesture.

"About...?" Y/N questioned in a whisper, playing now with Caro's old shirt.

The blonde passes both hands for her face, sighing. "About my situation in my national team and how to talk about it with you." She explained, putting her left hand behind her head.

A moment of silence passed, Y/N thinking what she can say. "Well, I know how it is... And how your role was." Y/N started in a low voice. "Caro... I'm proud of you. How you stand up for your beliefs... For your teammates. You felt humiliated for your coach and nobody deserved that... You apologized because you know what happens. When I saw that photo of you crying... I feel impotent. You, of all people, don't deserve how they treat you." Y/N finished to say.

This time Caro let her tears roll for her cheeks. It's hard all the stuff that she and her teammates passed that summer. She felt bad too because she kept it to herself and did not share all the details before with Y/N.

Y/N senses that Caro is crying and lets her. She reincorporated, brushing with her fingers her blonde hair that was on display on the pillow.

"Sorry for not telling you it before..." Caro said, wiping her tears. "You have so much on your head and I don't want to be a nuisance. I promise that it will change and I will open to you." The Spanish couldn't resist hugging her. Caro hugged her too, hiding her head on Y/N's chest.

"It's okay... You can tell me when you're ready, don't feel pressured. Take your time. I'm just asking to not let me out about how you feel." Y/N explained, kissing her head.

The Norwegian nodded. "Vale. I'm going to let the national team, like Ingrid." She said, telling her for the first time what she wanted to do.

"And I will be here, supporting you just like you support me. And if in the future you want to come back, I will be proud of you just like now." Y/N said softly.

"Jeg elsker deg." Caro said with love, raising her head and giving her a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Yo también te quiero." Y/N said after the kiss, smiling. "Also, you don't send photos about the kids at the beach." She added, reminding.

Caro rolled her eyes, giggling for her girlfriend's antics.

[chadtheroyalidiot]

descendants: book series auradon kids full names [headcanon]

herkie has a last name because i thought since hercules was adopted by mortals, he would have their last name. arabella doesn't have a last name. ariana doesn't have the same last name as audrey because audrey has her dad's last name and ariana has her dad's last name who i headcanon as aurora's cousin rather than a sibling. i also believe that tiger peony's name would be some sort of title because on neverland, no-one except the pirates and peter pan have an actual name, they all seem to have nicknames that best describe them

aziz → hamed aziz aladdin bobolonius III

↳ hamed → arabic → praiseworthy

↳ aziz → arabic → powerful

↳ aladdin → arabic → nobility of faith

↳ bobolonius → ____ → ____

lil shang → fa li xiaobo

↳ fa → chinese → to send; pass; beginning

↳ li → chinese → reason; language; power; capability; beautiful

↳ xiaobo → chinese → little wrestler

derek → derek diamant

↳ derek → english → gifted ruler

↳ diamant → german → diamond

arabella → arabella serafina

↳ arabella → latin → yielding to prayer

↳ serafina → hebrew → fiery; burning; angel

herkie → therimachus tiryns

↳ therimachus → greek → he who fights the wild beasts

↳ tiryns → greek → aunt of hercules

ariana → ariana hélène georgiana valor

↳ ariana → greek → most holy

↳ hélène → greek → shining light

↳ georgiana → greek → farmer; earthworker

↳ valor → latin → bravery; courage

anxelin → anneke-flynn christiana fitzherbert

↳ anneke → dutch → grace

↳ flynn → irish → descendant of flann

↳ christiana → latin → follower of christ

↳ fitzherbert → english/irish → son of herbert

carina → carina marie potts

↳ carina → italian → dear; beloved

↳ marie → french → star of the sea

↳ potts → english → circular hollows in the ground

yi-min → zhu yi-min

↳ zhu → chinese → upright

↳ yi-min → chinese → intelligent; bright

artie → kyduan arthur pendragon

↳ kyduan → welsh → ____

↳ arthur → celtic → bear

↳ pendragon → welsh → chief dragon

tiger peony

↳ tiger → american → powerful cat

↳ peony → greek → praise giving

pin → giuseppe silvestre

↳ giuseppe → italian/hebrew → god will add

↳ silvestre → latin → wooded

opal → opal facilier

↳ opal → sanskrit → jewel

↳ facilier → french → derived from the french world facile meaning easy

bobby → bodhi john hood

↳ bodhi → sanskrit → awakening; enlightenment

↳ john → hebrew → god is gracious

↳ hood → english/scottish → someone who made or wore a hood

crabby → hyde diamant

↳ hyde → english → one who lives on a hide of land

↳ diamant → german → diamond

gordon → gordon diamant

↳ gordon → scottish → spacious fort

↳ diamant → german → diamond

hap → sevrin diamant

↳ sevrin → latin → serious; strict; stern

↳ diamant → german → diamond

cheerful → oslo diamant

↳ oslo → norwegian → meadow of the gods

↳ diamant → german → diamond

bashful jr → patrick diamant

↳ patrick → latin → nobleman

↳ diamant → german → diamond

shy → dennis diamant

↳ dennis → greek → follower of dionysus

↳ diamant → german → diamond

sleepy jr → victor diamant

↳ victor → latin → conqueror

↳ diamant → german → diamond

snoozy → lorcan diamant

↳ lorcan → irish → little fierce one

↳ diamant → german → diamond

doc II → wallace diamant

↳ wallace → scottish → foreigner

↳ diamant → german → diamond

gesundheit → gerhard diamant

↳ gerhard → german → brave with the spear

↳ diamant → german → diamond

[ashtxeman]

Yes, I'm here with a late night post!

I have PO OC's, not ones relevant to lore I have or anything but ones that exist just to fill roles or for pure fun and whimsy. I thought I may as well make an extended post about them so the world knows they exist!

Ave Mirage

[AKA Edvard Lund]

Age: 21

Height: 5'8

From: Oslo, Norway

From top to bottom, Ave can be described as a totally average guy. He doesn't offer any cool tricks or unseen feats in the ring, and he certainly isn't an unexpected champion waiting for his big break, but that doesn't mean he's a lost cause! Coming from Norway, Ave Mirage is a Minor Circuit boxer who gets along with pretty much everybody he meets, and always remembers his place. The day this guy steps out of line is the day pigs fly.

He's a good friend and a reliable aid to other Minor Circuit members, and despite his balanced 12:12 record (with 6 wins by KO) is a quick thinker and incredibly adaptable in the ring. But with a position in his circuit between Von Kaiser and Disco Kid, and quite the underwhelming height, his contingency plans don't always go his way.

Plus, with glasses like his, he and his optician have frequent encounters.

Sobek Nile

[AKA Ramses Hamed]

Age: 24

Height: 6'2

From: Cairo, Egypt

Sobek is the pinnacle of approachable He's quiet, relaxed and always has something to talk about.. but he's also not the best listener and tends to ramble on about himself more so than anybody else. Taking a lot of pride in his career and the history of his culture, Sobek can often be perceived as egotistical, but in reality simply wants to uphold a persona people can enjoy. In reality he is a more genuine person and even a huge fan of holidays like Halloween. There's a lot more to Sobek as a person than what people see in the ring or on the news, but a harsh fact is that there isn't many people around to see. Not that he cares though, there's not a person in the world that's ever seen him mad or upset before.

Nile is a strong and worthy member of the Major Circuit, not too fussed about making his way up the ranks but dedicated to improving his skills and keeping his fans supportive. With a record of 20:7 (with 9 by KO) he has potential for the future, though right now the only thing standing in his way is beating Great Tiger..

Jingle Jangle

[AKA Jace Miser]

Age: 22

Height: 6'5

From: Prague, Czech Republic

From appearance alone its easy to tell that Jingle is a fun, loveable, and eccentric personality. Growing up a theatre kid he has more energy and optimism than literally anybody should have, and although it sometimes makes him come off as annoying he really means well and just likes to make people laugh.

He considers boxing to be the pinnacle of entertainment, making his goal as a boxer to bring joy to the people through multiple mediums.. mime, comedy.. and of course boxing itself. He holds a confident position in the B-Band Major Circuit with a record of 18:4 (7 by KO).

Ramirez Parks

[AKA That Announcer Guy That Makes Everyone Bored]

Age: 32

Height: 6'0

From: Chicago, Illinois, USA

Ramirez is a result of one of the WVBA's less intelligent employment plans. Seeing that Ramirez was willing to accept stupidly low pay (or it just seemed that way), they immediately hired him as a match commentator without taking one thing into account.. his incredibly monotone voice. Its said that at some matches commentate by Ramirez, people have literally fallen asleep from the sound of his dry ass voice.

He hauls himself around like he's on 2 hours of sleep, speaks like he hasn't slept at all, and frankly you can do just about anything around him and get no reaction. He's skilled in the art of not giving a shit.

And now for the joke ones..

Nuxh'ri C'thuiklan

[AKA Nux Cathulan]

Age: Infinite (Let's say 38)

Height: 7'5

From: Ph'Nglui, The Pacific Ocean

Nux is an honorary member of the Monster Bracket! He's.. also an Eldritch God, but there's not many people who like to comment on that. The day this guy showed up, the WVBA practically flipped. Nobody could explain why something so... interesting.. would possibly want to go into boxing, but nobody wanted to question it. Now he fights just like anybody else would, since he at least has the dignity to not do anything reality-bending at work, though albeit he still packs a hard punch.

Simply put, he's just another WVBA boxer.. nothing else. Just don't watch him whilst he eats, it's bonkers.

Billy Gruff

[AKA Is That A Furry?]

Age: 15 (About 50 in human years)

Height: 3'2

From: Picket Farm, Texas, USA

Gruff was encouraged by his farm friends to get his ass out into the world because he was 'capable of great things' in their words. now he gets his ass handed to him by alligators and bears so he's doing great.

Gruff, despite being a member of the Beast Bracket is ironically a scaredy cat! He gets scared of the bell ringing in matches, gets scared by loud noises, and sometimes gets scared by his own shadow but he's working on that.. His favourite boxers are Joe, Disco and Hugger since they're very kind to him and also quiet for him as well.

And that's all of them! They're all my babies and I'd.. crime for them. :]

[lestappenforever]

15 questions tag game

Tagged by the wonderful @oscar-fastri. Thank you, lovely.❤️

are you named after anyone?

Nope!

when was the last time you cried?

Uh, yesterday? While reading feedback to The Seasons of Heartbreak.

do you have kids?

Nope, just a cat.

what sports do you play / have played?

I played handball for 18 years prior to moving to Oslo back in 2015.

do you use sarcasm?

I would never.

what's the first thing you notice about people?

Physically? Their eyes. Non-physically? Their overall vibes and attitude.

what's your eye color?

Blue.

scary movies or happy endings?

I'm a sucker for horror movies.

any talents?

I'm a decent writer?

where were you born?

Stavanger, Norway.

what are you hobbies?

Obsessing over different sports, reading, writing, going to the gym and despising every second of it, and fostering cats.

do you have any pets?

I have a beautiful little house tiger named Nadja.

how tall are you?

176cm.

favorite subject in school?

English and history.

dream job?

I'm pretty happy in the job I have now, and I don't actually think I have a dream job to be quite honest.

No-pressure tagging @f1writingbyme @lattesqueeze @fueledbyremembering @lestappenfiles @cooali @amarynas @epylonia and anyone else who might want to do this!

[goat-nerd]

My partner got me *the* most awesome thing; The Artist Support Item Hand model! Notnonoy is it super fun to pose and play with but it looks so cool when holding stuff!

The joints are fairly soft in their tension sonit cant hold any weight at all, Classics Megatron is being held by another stand behind it but even still its SO DAMN COOL!

Also featured in the display is Diaclone Reboot Orbithoptor, Starriors Hot Shot, Nendoroid Fluffy land Oslo, a knock-off Lego Black Wargreymon, and and Inscribed Bronze Tiger figure (i honestly cant find much about it beyond the kikagoods page where i bought it tbh XD)

So like, if people wanna see more of my figures and read about my collections, please let me know i have so much more to share XD

[eurovision-revisited]

Dublin 1997 - The stage and set design

Eurovision is back at the Point Theatre once more - a smaller venue than last year's Oslo Spektrum. They've only got the one stage in Dublin and it's been made smaller still by creating a central circular platform with a huge archway through which the acts appear.

The set design is by Paul Farrelly and John Casey, and seems to reflect the financial boom times of the Celtic tiger economy. Screens full of spreadsheets and occasional faces dangle precariously from the super structure. The whole stage feels bathed in the cathodic glow flickering from above.

The postcards do venture outside of the theatre's walls but feature a mish-mash of Ireland's heritage in a series of shots overlaid across one another, never staying too long one image or another until we see the band's faces seeming filmed inside the theatre too. Annoyingly this makes it almost impossible to get a decent screenshot from any of them.

Perhaps the idea was to get away from the cliché of the Emerald Isle and rusticality, but it now feels like they're keeping the acts in a cellar, held hostage and made to do overtime on some reports. Terry Wogan thought the entire thing looked like the X-Files. It reminds me of the 'You wouldn't steal a car' anti-piracy ads that featured unskippably at the beginning of DVDs of the time. Perhaps some of this atmosphere was in light of the potential paramilitary threat in the run up to the Good Friday agreement being signed the next year. There was even a full practice evacuation drill of the theatre held during the rehearsal week.

After Oslo's expansiveness and trips to fjord, lighthouses and oil rigs, this has gone the other way into enclosure and intimacy. At least they'd ditched the CGI effects and got back to just filming the bands.

[ourtriptoswedenandnorway]

Walking the Streets of Oslo

Sunday - 6/16/24

For the next seven days we are staying at the Christian Teeter Hotel. It is located one block from the National Theater and across the street from a park. The location of the hotel was great, but if we were ever to stay here again, I would look into the Hotel Continental. It is about a block away and looks more modern. The people at the front desk at Christian Teeter were nice, but did not provide us any real value when we asked them questions (e.g. restaurant recommendations).

The picture below of our hotel was taken from the park.

Our first stop today was the "Visit Oslo" tourist office at the Central Train Station. There we obtained a detailed map of Oslo and purchased a 7-day transit card, which allows us to ride any bus, tram, subway, or train within Oslo. From the tourist office we started Rick Steves' self-guided walking tour.

Oslo is a pretty compact city and we determined that our walking tour was going to cover most of the stops of Oslo’s Hop On, Hop Off bus. So we did not purchase tickets for the Hop On, Hop Off bus in Oslo.

The picture below shows a statue of a tiger prowling in front of the Central Train Station. This statue represents Oslo's nickname, Tigerstaden ("Tiger Town"). Oslo earned this nickname in the 1800s, as it was seen as an "urban tiger" by the simple country folk who visited what was considered the wild and crazy "New York City of Norway."

Below is a picture of Karl Johans Gate, a pedestrian boulevard that stretches from the train station to the Royal Palace. Normally, there are street musicians and artists along this street, but we didn’t see any today. This could be because it is Sunday, it is drizzling, or it is not the high season (July and August).

Karl Johans Gate, along with most of the downtown pedestrian streets, are heated during the winter to eliminate any snow build up,

On July 22, 2011, an act of terrorism killed 77 people in Norway. In an act of solidarity, thousands of Norwegian laid roses down in front of Oslo Cathedral. Iron Roses, the art work shown below in front of the Oslo Cathedral, serves as a memorial for those who lost their lives during that tragic event.

Karl Johans Gate with the Royal Palace in the distance.

The Oslo National Theatre.

About 30 tents have been set up in the park in front of Norway’s Parliament Building by Palestinian protesters who are demonstrating against the war by living there.

Oslo University.

In the morning, the weather was cloudy, then it would drizzle for a bit before the sun came out. This cycle repeated numerous times. However, the afternoon and evening were sunny for most of the time. :-).

For lunch we went to Amundsen Bryggeri & Spiseri restaurant.

The day continues in the next post.

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The Strong Oslo Tiger

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sunny side down 600

Hemlocke Springs — girlfriend Brigid Mae Power - Counting Down Tiger Lou - Runaways Oslo Twins - Miss Yesterday Night Tapes - Silent Song May Rio - Self Service hemlocke springs - sever the blight HONEYMOAN - Sit Right The Primitives - I Won't Care Faye Webster - But Not Kiss A Beacon School - Potion M. Ward (feat. First Aid Kit) - too young to die killkiyoshi - SAME SH*T dani mack - Everybody's Watching Pauls Jets - Anything Goes Luke Combs - Fast Car Grand Eugène - Mon Amour

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I worked at the Bronx Zoo in 1995 and there was an old man volunteering there who in the 1920s saw their live thylacine. Sad conversation with him b/c he'd always known it was a special opportunity to see it, but he couldn't describe it as anything special - what he was saying was what you would say if asked to describe the video clips. The pure experience of it cannot be transmitted. I have loved thylacines my whole life and feel cheated. We were all cheated.

Woah! Lucky you :D There are probably not that many (if any) people alive today who saw a thylacine as kids and were old enough then to remember it still, since the last one died in 1936. Pretty cool that you met someone who did and got the chance to talk to him about it! Even if he didn't find it that special, I'd say that that puts you closer to tassies than most of us will ever be in a way :P Not many people can say they saw an extinct animal alive, so I think that alone is pretty cool too. I'd have asked him to describe so many details he'd probs be annoyed, lol. I can see why some people would think they aren't special, but I do. Yes, a lot of the wonder and mistique around them comes from the fact that they are extinct, but I think they're special on their own.

Possums that looked like wolves. What's not to love?

I love that you sent this ask, actually. It warmed my thylacine-loving heart in a way :'3 have some other pictures I took in the museum as a thank you (the lighting there is terrible for pics, but hopefully you enjoy it still)

But honestly, I get you. There are things that can't be said with words, and I think experiences are one of those things. Even with the most eloquent of descriptions, I think you can never fully understand what someone else went through or felt at a certain situation. I know that if I got to see a living thylacine, I'd never be able to convey what it meant to me. Even if most people found it dumb/didn't get why it was special to me. Heck, people at the museum were probably confused as to why I was crying at a mounted animal oop

It's sad, but in a way, thylacines disappeared twice. Once when the last one passed away, and again when the last people who saw them alive passed away too. First they were gone, and lived on only as memories. Now that the memories are gone as well since those people are (most likely) gone too, we only have the ghosts - the pictures, the drawings, the videos, which shape the ideas we get of them. Like you said, you, and I, and anyone else who wishes to see them, were robbed.

All we have of the thylacine is old. A video I've seen a million times, pictures that will never move or make a sound. We were robbed of so much when it comes to them. We were robbed of their sound, of their colors, their behavior. We have nothing now. We'll never know what they sounded like, or watch them hunt, or learn more about them. Really, all we have is ghosts and other people's memories as we look at the pictures other people took.

And that will have to do.

Little story for yall: when I was at the museum, there was a little girl with her dad there too. She'd jump from one animal to another, asking him to tell her where each animal lived (as the exibitions were labeled by place of origin of the animals). They got to the tassie the same time that I did, and when she asked "where does this one live?" he read the sign and replied "It doesn't live anymore. It doesn't have a home anywhere. They're gone."

And then they walked away, and I didn't see them anymore. But man, that hit hard. I keep hearing that in my head, over and over again.

It doesn't live anymore.

It doesn't have a home anywhere.

They're gone.

That dad and little girl probably didn't think anything of it. But I'll never forget that. How thylacines once lived, once had a home.

And now, there's none.

Been thinking of incorporating those sentences into a drawing of them or smth. I know it's very r/im14andthisisdeep but let me weird about them ok they make me sad

But yeah, that's my thylacine rant for the night. Because there aren't enough of those in my blog :P Thanks again for this, as it allowed me to ramble oops. Hope you doing well!

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Einstürzende Neubauten

Oslo, Norway

September 16th, 2022

Blixa Bargeld

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Nils, Adrian, Jakob og Hakan AKA The Boyfriends