Ingvar Kamprad is dead.

He died peacefully in his home.

Ikea-senpai will be missed dearly. :(

Forever Hiatus

I didn’t want to admit it to myself but sadly, this blog is dead. I’m not going to wake up one day and feel the need to cosplay or do gifs. My intrest in cosplay and Hetalia will always be there, but they are not that big anymore. 

I go to university, I’m more into J-fashion these days. I might get a spurt of intrest one day and do a bunch of posts so please keep the asks coming, but don’t keep your hopes up. I will probably go in and read messages from time to time so if you have any questions or just want to talk, don’t hestinate to send one!

This blog will still be up, I have over 700 posts after all! But this account won’t be my main one.  Thank you for standing with me during all of this time <3 

I might wear Berwald one last time for NärCon Vinter and maybe host a meetup if someone is intrested? 

Ikea senpai'n all's glory!

“Whi’m flattered, ah wonder why’d do that willingly?“

*Suddenly remembers how this blog was when this started*

“P-please don’t!“

“Thank’s fer all’f’ya birthday congratulations. Ah’m honored. Ah wish my people well’n for ‘vryone to use this day off from work’n’school to relax.” 

EUROVISION TINYCHAT!

https://tinychat.com/pq6n5o

Password: Hetalia

Come and hang out with Sweden, Germany and Norway and lets find out which will be the ultimate winner!

TINYCHAT ESC

Today at 20:30 (UTC +2) me and a couple of friends will be holding a Hetalia Tinychat! The characters currently are:  Sweden: @AskIKEAlover Norway: @magicalbutterviking Germany: @ask-ludwig-blog

Do you have any other characters or people you’d like us to add? Message me! ^^ 

You know that it's Eurovision week when the morning news has lists of our 'friends' and 'enemies'

“Oh my! Ah must get’m something nice for’s birthday!”

“It was the worst days’f m’life. It f’rever haunts me”

“Those Eurovision Song Contest Gold medals w’re mine. ”

4 am

It’s 4 am, 13 hours after the world stood still, and I can’t sleep. I'm not sure when I'll stop crying over what happened and what could have happened. Nightmares are haunting me and even my waken thoughts are disturbing. I was still at work when I heard it happening. It was 3 pm and the though of sneaking early from work seemed so happy. I would go to my boyfriends house and we would have fun together. But when a terror attack happen, you don’t go home to your boyfriend. You go home.

The very first though was a “Please, no. Not today. Not now”. We knew from the attacks on other countries that it eventually was our turn but it wasn’t supposed to be now. It wasn’t supposed to be so real. I ran into my coworkers room where I saw everyone gathered. Fathers most of them. I could see they were trying to keep calm, to let out a small “Jesus Christ..” and “the world is fucked up”. But we soon parted, everyone decide to go home. But before we all left, we all took out our phones. We delt numbers we had so many times before with a heart threatening to beat our of our chests. “everyone I know is alright” you try to tell yourself but you still panic when the call goes to voice-mail, even if you know it’s because they are in school and still blissfully unaware of the tragedy.

We don’t say “good bye! Have a nice weekend” that Friday. Instead we stay glued to our phone, trying desperately to get contact.

My family and friends answered quickly once they understood the horrors of the event. And the stories came running in. “I was on my way there” “I was on my way from there”. And then the reality of the situation hits me too. I was going to be there. Days before I had decided to go to Central Stockholm on Friday, because it seemed like such a good day. And the reality of how close it was hit me.

One thing I noticed were how life just seemed to move on. I still took the same bus, face covered in tears that I didn’t even bother to hide. The train didn’t take me very far but as I was riding on it a parent with a child sat down a few seats besides me. They were eating ice cream. Probably something the child had looked forward to the entire week. And I was there worrying of my loved ones where alright. I looked around me and everyone was on their phones. Some following the live-stream like I was, begging for answers Noone can give. I could hear people talking to their family members, trying to play it cool and have a normal chat, but you could see their tears of happiness before they called a new number and the worry returned.

When the train stopped moving entirely, my mom came to pick me up. I don’t think I’ve ever hugged someone that hard before. If destiny had wanted otherwise, that hug wouldn’t have happened.

We picked up my little sister and her friend which were also stuck. And I wanted to cry of relief, but I tried to keep calm for her safe. Joke “are you guys also stuck? Ugh, it’s always on Fridays” while also being close to vomiting.

The live-stream still in my headphones, a hand on my mom’s hand, and social media blowing up of relatives and far away friends freaking out. We tried to have a happy car ride, but you could cut the tension with a knife. “it was also a few shootings” you discussed “3 dead so far, but probably more”. They weren’t even any tears left, just listening to police altering between telling people that everything is safe to them yelling for everyone to keep away.

And even with this horrible attack, you can’t stop thinking: “what would have happened if it was one and a half hour later?” when everyone (me included) would go to town to buy that dress they had been eyeing online or meet up with friends and have fun and end up dead. “what would have happened if it was next week with the Easter break happening?”. The number of dead would have rose dramatically.

And then, when the shock calms you start to hear stories: your friends saying that their family members would have gone to town today at that very spot, but didn’t make it because of sickness so everything was canceled, saving all of their lives. Another friend who was 100 meters away, around a corner, but who asked her mom for a drink, making them stop and miss the attack. And my thought goes to the harmed and dead ones and their families. The ones who were just going to go in and try out that perfume or who accidentally took an earlier train and decide to sight see and most of all, those children who destiny and random stole from us.

I am in shock, the whole Stockholm is in shock and yet we must stay strong. People are opening their homes and are trying to spread love through this act of hatred. But during this Easter break.. I think many of us are going to hug our loved one a bit extra and please, do so you too.

Because destiny and randomness are cruel and an act of one can ruin for so many. Tell your friends and family that you love them and for a moment, just breathe. We need to be strong but it’s OK to weep and feel the loss.

But we will never let hatred win.