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We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody.

i wish people didn’t hate áslaug so much. i don’t really like her as a character, but she’s done nothing wrong as i can see. one thing is when people say she “made” ragnar and lagertha break up (it’s not women’s responsibility to stop men from cheating on their wives), but another is her cheating on ragnar in s3. for one, ragnar was treating her horribly, but the sex scene seemed rape-y to me, and there was either magic or coercion involved :-/

Send your Vikings confessions here.

snailfrog

If Harbard is a God - and we know he is - he has given to Aslaug enough hints that she knows very well what she is doing. And she has entered into the realm of choosing the Dark Gods (Loki is the God of Chaos, whose daughter is Hel who rules over the Dead and sons who will kill Odin and Thor during Ragnarok, the End of Times). But lest we forget while Aslaug cheats on Ragnar, we know her husband cheats on her with Cwenthryth. Let us not forget that what is good for the goose is good for the gander!

Aslaug has put up with endless years of unpleasantness from Ragnar. At one point, she snapped and I cannot fault her. Sex with Harbard was the first time for her since a long time of sex not as a chore, as something due to satisfy her husband carnal needs; but as a woman really desired by a man. Harbard was kind to her; do not forget this. A lot kinder than Ragnar ever was…

kelticgrl30

But let us not forget....Aslaug knew Ragnar was married, yet she slept with him anyway. If they will cheat with you, they will cheat on you. In my opinion, both of them are simply reaping what they have sown. A healthy marriage does not stem from adultery.

maevelin

Traitor / Defender

What I love to Rollo’s story this year is the reversal of perspective.

I have said many times that his and Ragnar’s journey’s are the same road but the opposite direction. Ragnar starts with the favor of the Gods and as he slowly loses it Rollo gains it. Ragnar began with empathy but as he becomes more frustrated and cruel (look how he treated Aslaug) Rollo learns how to become more intellectual and even capable of showing restraint (prominent example how he treated Gisla in their wedding night). Ragnar becomes bitter, Rollo is in the path of becoming content. Ragnar was open to new ideas and innovations but now has nightmares of the doors of Valhala closing for him while Rollo the devoted to solely one way of life one is now embracing a new culture and even aspects of a new religion and as the Seer foretold this is what the Gods have planned for him. So on and back and forth.

But that aside Rollo what I find very interesting in the way Rollo’s story is explored on screen is that he is either the villain to one’s story or the savior to another. He is the betrayer for some but about to become the defender for others.

Rollo here betrays his own kind. He is the traitor to his family and to his people. He does it for power and personal satisfaction but also he does it for what the Gods promised him and exactly like Ragnar he is ready to follow that path no matter the cost (see what Ragnar did in order to gain power and explore the world and fulfill his curiosity and to get the sons the Gods promised him). Rollo is no different. As a Viking at heart he is ready to follow what the Gods commanded. However that is not an excuse and an absolution. He will still have to pay the price. He is still accountable for his actions. He still killed his own people. He still turned on those that sheltered him and trusted him and loved him. Which from that perspective that makes him vile and egotistical and psychotic and a traitor. He is ready to betray and kill and do the most unimaginable horrific act in order to fulfill his “destiny”. That makes him despicable.

However lets us reverse the coin here.

Let us see how Rollo will be looked at by the other side of the river. Rollo came to Paris as a conqueror. To bring death, destruction, pain. Many people root for the Vikings because the show is dedicated to them and we came to know their stories and personalities but the truth is that they were invaders. Just imagine someone coming to your country to subdue you. To kill you and steal from you and kill those that you love and enslave you and so on. The Vikings were all about raids and invading countries, killing, raping, plundering. They showed no mercy. They were brutal. They brought terror. They killed and maimed. They took people for slaves. They brought misery. Rollo came to Paris to do exactly that. To kill, to maim, to destroy and then gain gold and treasure and then do the same again to people that never hurt him. To people that wanted to defend their lives and country. Rollo also becomes from another culture and another religion. The people of Paris for now fear him and do not understand him and for good reason. They see him as the literal incarnation of the devil. They pray when he passes by and Gisla sees him as her enemy and a monster. She fears and hates and despises him. But Rollo now is devoting his life for them. He is there to help them save themselves against an imminent attack. He is there to become the defender. The savior. The hero. For them.

He is there to bring to these people hope. To actually deliver them from evil. To give them hope that they can save their country and their lives and that they and their children will be safe. That come spring the Vikings won’t enter the walls and the gates. That Rollo will be there as their protector. Rollo now despite his personal motives is there to become Paris’ salvation. He won’t be regarded by those people and by that particular brunch of history as the traitor. But as the noble savior. The one that protects. The one that goes to war for Paris. The one that defends the ideals of those that are under attack and in need. He will no longer be the savage but a God send protector.

And Rollo is not just betraying his own people without taking a certain stand. He betrays his brother and his own but he is not running away. He stays to fight for Paris. To the point that he declares that he is ready to die for Paris. So from that kind of point he becomes a French Loyalist down to the bone. So for the people of Paris he becomes their liberator. He is there to rescue and not betray. Even if later on he will probably try to build some bridges with the Vikings again (but that is my personal estimation and a theory for later).

I find this kind of duality and dichotomy extremely interesting. We have betrayal and loyalty and love and hate interacting all together.

Because right now Rollo is both. He IS the traitor. And he IS the Defender. This is the kind of person that he is literally capable for the very best and the very worst. This is what Generals and Kings and Conquerors were made of. And when it comes to history it depends from which perspective you are looking at certain historical figures and facts.

And let us face it. People that shape the world usually are made from that kind of material. These kind of days many of them are politicians lol

katdenningsdaily

When I was younger there was a lot of discouraging talk: lose weight. Color your hair. Straighten your teeth. Get a tan. But I’m a firm believer in everyone being born with what they need to be attractive. In all sorts of ways. And I don’t really feel like I want to change that much by myself.

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pragnificent

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.

savagefluff-deactivated20240408

Sure why not.

mentalalchemy

I made $100 the day after I reblogged one of these damn posts after being broke for awhile. I believe in miracles and the money snake now okay!!

iraffiruse

tht01gurl

So today is about sharing beautiful black people and stand together .. My daughter ( who for her age is well aware) has been saying some really upsetting things.. I do the best I can to help her embrace who she is, I’m hoping to show her this post later tonight with a bunch of support so she can understand how beautiful it is to be black !! Please tumblr help me help my bby embrace her beauty ! Lots of reposts , lots of love! Please

the-modernblackgirl

Please share this! This is why days like blackoutday are important. We have a world out here telling baby girls and boys that they aren’t beautiful enough. There aren’t enough magazines, TV shows, A list actors, and advertised influences for little black/brown children to look up to on an everyday basis. They need to know that there is someone out there that looks like them that is accomplished, and loved, and beautiful, and powerful, and everything else. Advertisements are killing self-esteems out here. Stop pretending that it is not a problem.

-Tie

cassjaytuck

tumblr wants other people to be problematic so bad this is no longer about acknowledging that no one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes, or promoting a healthy admiration for other human beings, it’s a bitterness towards the happiness of others and wanting to destroy it and come out of the rubble better than everyone else. you want to be awarded for your cynicism and hate. it’s poisonous. if you do this, you are a horribly toxic person, and you’re leading a witch hunt

jdanielatllas-blog-blog

a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

* * *

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her.

* * *

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

* * *

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

* * *

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

* * *

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

* * *

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

* * *

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him.

“POTTER.”

He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

* * *

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.