#viking valley

[science70]

Astronomer Carl Sagan stands in front of a Viking lander mockup in Death Valley, California, c. late 1970s.

[ka1t0-s]

I cannot get the idea out of my head that damian 100% is a fan of stardew valley.

he can have a dog. he can also have a cat, but I know he's picking dog. he can get a cow and name it too. he can have unlimited animals. he isn't romancing any villagers but I feel like he'd find out he can get blue chickens and befriend Shane, probably Marnie too. he would probably want revenge on Lewis once he finds out what's happening there. He chats with Harvey once or twice because he looks like Gordon.

besides there's also combat?? like its not the hardest combat but it gets me sweating a little (im also just bad) so like damian would probably be grinding. and I feel like while he'd be good at most of the game, maybe lack a bit on the whole creating friends thing, he would play the hell out of the mines and skull cavern, if not the farming??? like he would plant crops every year sure but the animals?? he'd care for them as if they were real, and he would never run out of hay because he is on top of it.

but just imagine him like staying home from patrol forcibly due to a broken bone or something and the family is like "damian is restless now he probably is so upset" and they peek into his room and he's just walking around the barn in game petting all his cows and sheeps and ducks looking so content w himself.

[tjkl895]

Ben Lee and Dayton Brown (https://camkramerphoto.smugmug.com/College-Wrestling/2019-2020-College-Wrestling/Grand-View-vs-Missouri-Valley-wrestling-dual-012920/184lbs-Ben-Lee-Grand-View-fall-Dayton-Brown-Missouri-Valley/)

[sanxyra]

Looking beautiful in Akureyri, Iceland 🧊🐧

IG: Sanxyra

[extraliga-related]

Now that it's confirmed he signed with Seattle and will appear for their AHL affiliate in the upcoming season:

Hey Kraken/Firebirds fans, that's your guy!

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

This is a cautionary tale: I just listened to Dion’s cover of “Come Go With Me” and...oh no. It was infinitely a mistake. Although a shame because Dion’s a better lead vocalist than the dude who sang lead on “Come Go With Me” by the Del-Vikings (yes, I’m aware “the dude’s” name is Gus Backus, okay FUCK MY BAD, after watching this I’m thinking the version I’ve been listening to is ACTUALLY the Del-Viking’s original version with Norman Wright on lead vocals. AHHH I’M SO SORRY...if Norman Wright truly is the lead vocalist on the version I know best, at least it’s comforting to know he improved as a singer? Because I thought that performance I linked to was wonderful :’) ), but I feel like whoever arranged Dion’s version (was it him? I have no idea, and simple research has been in vain) completely missed the vibes of the original version (not to mention, um, the inherently important contributions of the Black men and original songwriter).

[dhart4214]

FRIDAY NIGHT NIGHTS: Seeing Another Westside Showdown

Samohi’s (Santa Monica’s) football team crashing through their banner before their clash vs Culver City… A RETURN TO MY FORMER HOMETOWN TO SEE A CLASH BETWEEN TWO RIVALS I was fully aware that I had covered these two Westside high school football teams before on this blog, Notably as part of a doubleheader with their girls’ volleyball counterparts that I wrote and posted four years…

[amerasdreams]

the best art for a home is the art the people in the home made themselves.

[13-frinfransstudios]

DIARY:

Went out last night when i dont want to because i wanna write again, yet my parents thought I’m talking to women again (how i wish to be fucked by women now, mom), so i still go.

When I thought I will be a socially anxious prick, turns out I had fun eating two plates of shrimp tempura (queue people witness as I devour all the freshly cooked shrimp by the tray and they were probably mad at me), one cup of four seasons juice, one cup of iced tea, two cups of cocktail, and three bowls of ice cream (goodness ice cream, they’re all i need).

It made me feel cooled down after a stressful day. My mood has never been brighter since last week. Although going home, I am haunted by what the result of my exams are, this has made me forget about it and actually let loose. (though Ice cream made me sooo hyper I talk to myself. As i pour sprinkles on ice cream I said out loud “rainbow sprinkles to represent my gayness so I will have to pour a lot” without being aware my uncle is behind me oof too comfortable there frin, I think you need to calm down.) (also did not take pictures of the food cuz I’m having so much fun and my back cam’s shite.)

It would’ve been okay if I didn’t come with. I would’ve written a lot instead of one word in a chapter. But If I didn’t come, I wouldn’t be as rewinded as I am now. if i didn’t come, i wouldn’t be able to eat three bowls of ice cream, if i didn’t come, i wouldn’t be having these new author pics taken by my uncle.

I had so much fun actually relaxing instead of being stuck behind four walls witb failure locked in my thoughts. Today, i will writing with positive mind and heart.

[kultofathena]

Thank you to Philippe Goulet for sharing his work with us.

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Unearthed in 2011, the Langeid sword was recovered from an early 11th century burial ground in the Setesdalen Valley of Norway; it is in a very good state of preservation, particularly so for its ornate hilt which is embellished in silver, copper and inlaid gold. The Langeid sword is one of the most unique Viking swords yet found.

[ttv-budzplay]

We are playing console Valheim right now its a great game id'e appreciate anyone coming to say hi 👋

I'm live on Twitch, come hang out! https://www.twitch.tv/Budzplay?sr=a

[noxtivagus]

good afternoon c:

[ghouljams]

I’m biting at the bars of my cage Jesus Christ I love Viking!gaz

It doesn't matter where you are when he gets home, Gaz will find you and scoop you up. You're carrying one of your chickens to market and suddenly you and your feathered friend are pulled against Gaz's chest. You do your best not to catch you smile on his fur even though you're both burying your faces against each other. The chicken squawks in annoyance and Gaz laughs. He holds your face so gently, eyes roaming over you, hungry as he soaks in every detail. He kisses you quick before pressing his forehead against yours, your noses rubbing against each other.

"Welcome home," you breathe, soaking in his smile like the winter sun. You suppose this takes care of dinner, the longhouse will likely throw a feast for the vikings' return. Gaz kisses you again, his lips chapped but insistent before he pulls back again.

"Gods I'm glad to see you," he sighs, taking the chicken from under your arm and petting its proud little head. His other hand takes yours to keep walking towards the market. You press close against his side, warmed noy by the furs and leathers he's wearing but by the man underneath. You toy with one of his braids, it'll need to be redone. Yet another problem for later.

"Shouldn't you be unloading the ship?" You question, squeezing his hand so he knows you're not trying to send him off.

"They have enough hands," he assures you. Fine by you, plenty of men rush to see their partners after the long journey, you're sure there are people at port ready to fill in. You certainly aren't sending Gaz away any time soon, not when he's just come home to you. You're sure he'll be stuck to your side for a good few weeks, and you plan on enjoying every second of it.

"I brought you something," he tells you conspiratorily after you hand your chicken off and collect payment.

"What?" You grin, dragging his arm around your shoulders as you walk through the little stalls. He tugs you closer against his side and digs through the pouch at his side, tugging a leather cord free. He dangles it in front of you, the same way he does to entertain the cat. You fix your eyes on the fat white beads strung along it, intricately carved with little hills and valleys. You take it from him to inspect with careful fingers.

The beads stick to your skin ever so slightly. Bone. Delicately carved to size and hollowed out, you wonder how long Gaz was working on this. Probably as long as he was away. He kisses your temple while you admire his work, leading the way back to the docks. Every gift he gives you, the time and care behind it, feels like another proposal.

"One for each week I was away," Gaz tells you, pushing the beads in your palm with gentle fingers, counting to be sure they're all there. You make note of the worn stitches in his leather glove, you'll need to fix those.

"They're beautiful," you tell him, closing your hand tightly around the beads and tucking them close to your heart, "Thank you."

You tip your head back so Gaz can kiss you, and hope that you'll have the same number of weeks with him home.

[enig-og-tro]

Travel bros when they go to Oslo and it's a sad grey modern European city and not a little hamlet nestled in a moomin valley fjord, and the people are grumpy and rude and not happy gnome vikings wearing bunad all the time

[callofdudes]

Wherever you go.

Ghost x Soap. Angst.

"Would you ever move back to Scotland with me?" Johnny asks, interrupting the comforting silence between the two. Their hands occasionally meet, fingers mingling. Johnny enjoys the warmth of Ghost's glove, wishing to feel the rough, calloused skin underneath it. The warm breeze is a comforting touch to the morning they share alone on the porch of the safehouse.

Ghost pulls his cigarette from his lips, smoke drifting from his lips into the morning air. He exhales quietly, his gaze never leaving the open plain.

"What do you mean?" Ghost asks, knocking ash off the edge of his cigarette before placing it back between his lips.

"You know what I mean... Would you ever want to retire with me some day? Head back to Scotland, love near my family. Just you and me."

Johnny looks at Ghost, finally having the courage to slip his palm against Ghost's, fingers intertwining together.

"Bold of you to assume we'd even make it that long."

Johnny scoffs, nudging him with his shoulder. "Stop saying that. Just drop the possibilities and pretend for a moment... Would you??"

Ghost hums. "I would."

He exhales smoke, pressing the bud of the cigarette into the step, dragging the ash marking over the stone before flicking it from his fingers in the ash tray beside him.

Johnny shifted closer, leaning his head on Ghost's shoulder. "I think we'd do nicely with a cat. A nice little flat, a view like this... Possibly even near that bakery you like."

"Got our whole futures planned out do ya Johnny?"

"Aye. Haven't stopped thinking about spending my life with you y'know?"

Ghost turns his head, pressing his warm lips to the side of Johnny's head, pressing a kiss against his scalp.

"I'd go wherever you go. Dead or alive. I'd rather be buried close to you than some sappy funeral ground around other dead men... Not like anyone would show up."

"I'd be there." Johnny corrects.

"Of course you would."

The silence continues for a minute, the both of them sitting on the words before Johnny speaks again.

"So you'll come with me?"

"Yes. I will."

Johnny smiles softly, looking out at the view. "Maybe instead of a normal funeral, I'll arrange us to be burned on old ships. Like vikings and kings."

Ghost huffed in amusement. "I'd actually like that. Sounds less stupid than being buried in the ground. I don't want there to be a corpse to find when I die."

"Why not?"

"Because when I go down I'm taking the Riley name with me. I don't see the importantance."

"So I'll just have us buried in the same coffin together. Holding hands."

Ghost scoffs. "Did you not hear anything I just said??" Johnny leans up, capturing his lips in a kiss. "All I heard were wedding bells~"

Ghost rolled his eyes, cupped Johnny's jaw and kissed him again. "You're insufferable."

"And yet you love me so much~"

"Got that damn right..."

Johnny smiled, closing his eyes, squeezing Simon's hand.

.....

John's fingers twirled the cold metal chain gently around his warm index finger. The cool chain warming his skin.

He looked out at the deep valley, rolling green hills and a cool breeze to the warm summers morning.

He looked down, running his thumb over the jar in his hand.

"Ok Simon..."

He gently placed the jar into the hole he'd dug and covered it back up. "Just as you wanted it... Nothing can bother you out here."

He continued to twirl his fingers in the chain, feeling it leave marks on his skin as he gripped it tightly.

He sat on the ground, reading the name on the small post he'd shoved into the ground.

Simon Riley.

He wished he could have wrote more but he didn't know if Simon would want that. He didn't really know what Simon wanted... He'd talked about death but John had always cut him off before he got to far.

All he really knew was Simon wanted John to outlive him or they'd go out in a blaze of glory together.

John didn't move, even as tears swelled and he felt his chest tighten when his throat constricted. Even when those tears slipped down his cheeks.

"It'll be nice and quiet up here for you..."

"I know you'd like that..."

He clears his throat. "We did have a little funeral. Nothing big... Price and Gaz were there..." His bottom lip trembled. "Alejandro and Rodolfo came too... Just to say goodbye to you..."

"I won't be far away... It's a big hike but I know it's right. And I'll come visit you always. Ok?"

He gulped. "And I'm... Gonna bring you flowers too, just so you don't get lonely up here. Make it look nice and pretty for you."

He wiped the tears from his cheeks, blinking away the pain. "I killed them..." John remembered it. Holding that knife to the man's throat, watching the blood pour as he gurgled and begged. He remembered feeling the agony, the anger and the sadness as he walked back out of that room.

"I gutted them for what they did to you..."

He looked down at the dog tags in his hand, smoothing his thumb over the engraving.

Simon Riley.

John curled up, pressing his lips to the dog tags, trembling as he cried. He buried his head in his knees, sobbing his heart out on that mountain top.

Ghost had tried to warn him, but nothing could stop this pain he felt losing Simon. His Simon.

He'd tear the world apart for taking away the person he loved with all his heart.

He'd make sure the world never forgot Ghost. That he would be admired and praised for everything he did. Simon Riley would live on in his heart. In the hearts of those who held him dear.

"I love you, Simon..."

Little thing. Iffy on posting it but who cares, it's 1 in the morning and I'm bored. Raw, one take thing so it's unedited. Cheers GhostSoap lovers.