“City Of Lover” Concert

Setlist:

You can download whole “City Of Lover” concert here: Google Drive 1 / Google Drive 2 / LINK 3 / LINK 4 / LINK 5 / LINK 6

Mimmi Tamba as Elsa in non-replica Frozen in Scandinavia. Costume design by Christina Lovery.

Photos from Det Norske Teatret, Oslo

Hey, I love this art, but if you're not from North America, please don't let this graphic convince you that moose are either 1) anywhere near the same size as a cute little white-tailed deer (which is itself plenty large enough to destroy your car or 2) anything less than completely terrifying.

the largest known cockroach in our planet's whole history in terms of length and width, and has never made it into private culture except for a couple of zoos and museums :(

Frozen friends going apple picking🍎

Frozen drabble prompt word: "Safe"

"It's okay. You're okay. Breathe."

Anna was panting like she has been underwater for centuries and had just emerged on shore. She didn't mean to be so loud but she couldn't help it, and all she could hear in the bedroom now was her heavy breathing, covering Kristoff's reassuring voice and rubs against her back.

She didn't mean to be so dramatic about it. Why was she so dramatic about it? She was the Queen, for goodness' sake! She had to be an example of poise and--

"I can see you overthinking, feisty pants. Shh. Relax. It's okay. It's over. You're safe." Gently said Kristoff with a warm smile, keeping on rubbing her back.

Sometimes his fingers would be brushed by her long untied red mane, and he brushed her hair softly in the process. Her breathing calmed down little by little, and he was happy to have found that effective trigger.

Anna sighed. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Smiled her husband.

"No, I mean..." She chuckled, glad Kristoff was such an amazing partner, and he grinned at her finally smiling after waking up from her nightmare, "I'm still doing that stupid dream..."

Kristoff sat upright now that she retrieved her normal state. "It's not something you do, rather something you're undergoing."

"...Undergoing?" Smirked Anna. "Look at how far Mister King has come. Picking up all the complex words."

He noticed that she was switching the topic, not in the mood to talk about how she once again dreamed of that dark cave.

"It's not that complex!" Replied Kristoff at her tease. "I just... Take notes during meetings that... May not just be linked to the meeting on itself. Diplomats have such ways to talk... Especially to you, to show off since the new economic plan."

Anna tilted her head tenderly, smiling at him in the moon light. "Yes, but no one in the whole kingdom is better than you to talk about ice harvesting, honey."

She was serious, and his instant blush was perceptible even in the dimmed room. Her smile grew.

"And to be honest, it's not just because you're an expert at it in general; there's something in the way you shut their mouths when they think they know about ice that is so amazing. Really, I never get tired of it. Their faces!"

Kristoff blushed at her compliment, but his cheeks soon stretched with a smirk. "Why do I hear "sexy" in that "amazing"?"

She scoffed, and he continued. "Well, the night is long, we still have time for some--"

She slapped his arm, not without a giggle, that he shared. "Don't! We have another important meeting tomorrow. I need to be in top form."

"I know."

There was a silence as they laid back down, and Kristoff gently spooned her.

'Was today's meeting the reason of your nightmare, though?' Thought the King. He promised himself to not ask her as long as she didn't want to talk about it, but he still wondered.

One of the topics had been about Northuldra land protection, and she had noticed on the maps that the region in question was where the dark caves were, down the waterfall. It still triggered her at the sole mention, and he spooned her closer at the thought.

"You're safe." Simply whispered the man in her neck.

Anna smiled.

"I always am with you." She murmured back.

Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:

“I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.

And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.

When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...

but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.

I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.”

- Matthew Langford Perry

(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)

I'm so confused about the argument that Remus is the Strong Alpha MaleTM of the group because he's a werewolf and........ being a wolf means you're automatically an alpha? Like if you wanna go there and talk about actual wolf pack dynamics, you do know that not all wolves are alphas. You also have betas, gamma/deltas (bet you didn't see that coming) and omegas. Everyone has their role. And the "Alpha Male" (the way a lot of people imagine it) isn't even a thing, it's an alpha couple. And usually they're just mom and dad. Wolf packs are just families.

Besides, the Marauders aren't even a natural wolf pack where any of that logic could be applied. They're literally one (1!) wolf, a dog, a stag, and a fucking rat. Two of those would be prey, and yet.

But if you do wanna go there, Moony could never be the alpha, because the alphas are the ones who lead and make the decisions (among other things, such as mate, but I digress). As if Moony was allowed to make decisions during the full moon. He literally had to be kept in check by the others. If things had gone after Moony, all of Hogsmeade would have ended up in his stomach. Wormtail couldn’t have made a decision either. He doesn’t have the personality for it, but also, again, he’s a fucking rat. All he could do was hold on to Prongs’ antlers maybe and pray he didn’t fall off. If anyone was the “Alpha” of the pack, it would have to be either Prongs or Padfoot (or both).

This is me♡♡

Please do this for your cats.

Dispite their reputation, cats are very very socal creatures. Cats do the equivalent of this for you when they sit in front of your laptop and put their arms on the keyboard or put their paw on your phone while you're using it. This is their love language, it's how they show that they like you and care about what you care about. They don't understand why you care about it but they're trying.

If you turn around and do the same for them they'll be absolutely delighted. Sometimes when our youngest cat goes to the scratching post I scratch it with him too and he loves it. He'll gets so into the scratching that he ends up climbing it cuz he wants to scratch with his back paws too. If they're chirping at the window I'll sometimes go over to see what they see and they usually scoot over so I have room beside them to see the offending bird or insect and they'll purr like crazy cuz they're so happy I'm helping them

@brightlotusmoon

I do this with my cats and my friends!

frozen north american tour elsa watching hygge

Carpenter bee, Xylocopa sp., possibly subgenus Maiella, almost certainly a male given the coloring

Photographed in the Philippines by KitchilPus

she really hid her heartbreak in the 1989 vault

not even just heartbreak but emotion period. she was trying in life and in her image during 1989 to be cool and level-headed and not even publicly dating (and it may have helped her feel more sane too) but it also didn’t reflect how she was feeling and idk hearing her scream “i love you” or that say she’s gonna hurt herself to get attention (not actually do it) idk i just??? it’s so real of her. and i get why she locked it away. it’s harder. especially when the world is listening. but i’m so happy we get to hear it.

Common Ant Dreams