#ericson

[stayhighuntildeath]

„Sei nur das, was du auch bist.“

[detournementsmineurs]

"A DIrty Place" et "Soft Horn" de Sara-Vide Ericson (2023) à l'exposition “Desire of Tail : Sara-Vide Ericson” à l'Institut Suédois dans Le Marais, Paris, octobre 2023.

[vnetwork]

When Dumb Phones Were Cool - a visual story

A tour of the late '90s, when N'Sync was n'style and phones like Nokia's were the status symbol of the moment

[soogyu-s]

this is peak devastation

[esdaleo]

are we gonna talk about how aasim was meant to be bi (confirmed) but they SCRAPPED IT?? WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND THIS OUT BY MYSELF??

[yellowsugarwords]

Mother’s Day request 🥺 how would the Ericsson boys help their kids surprise mom on Mother’s Day?

THIS IS SO ADORABLE happy belated mothers day :’)

and for anyone who has a mother wound, here is something nice for you 💛 and here is a little article with more resources for putting yourself first :’)

Marlon: Marlon always got his mother-figure the same things, every year. He would buy her a bundle of pink roses, the amount however old Marlon was come the day. “A thanks for all the years you’ve been a mother to me.” Corny, but she appreciated it every year.

Louis: Louis would always spoil his mother-figure with pretty gifts every Mother’s Day. If he could, he tried to buy her nice chocolates, a nice piece of jewelry, and a card. He often didn’t make a lot of money at his own job, but he tried to get her whatever nice item he could. The thought mattered to her more than anything.

Mitch: Mitch only purchased gifts for his mother-figure if he didn’t appreciate the handmade gifts (normally made with wood) for her. He tried to make her tools that she would find useful - like handmade spoons or measuring tools for the kitchen - but if he didn’t like the final product, he would still give it to her, but he would also buy her flowers or chocolates to go along with it.

Aasim: Aasim purely made handmade gifts for his mother-figure every year, but always went out of his way to ensure it was perfect. “I can’t give her a lacklustre, handmade gift.” He’d always say. “It needs to be perfect.” Often times, it meant he would be working on a painting, a picture frame, or a woodworking project for months on end, ensuring it was as perfect as possible.

Omar: Omar would always treat his mother-figure to something new every year. Flowers, then chocolates, then jewelry. “I never want you to get bored with what I get you.” Even though his mother insisted she didn’t care, he did find joy in finding a new, creative gift every year.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[scribblesandstrations]

Angst prompt; Viri and Eric, "Why are you awake?"

((Hecc, hope it turns out good ;;))

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She was caught by surprise. It was her turn for patrol. She strayed too far, she held her own, but still, she was caught by surprise.

It was all a blur after that. Darkness was all she remembered.

Shuffling, muffled voices, the feeling of being watched. Watched, and being vulnerable. Her mind fought against the drowsiness, and she was made aware of a dull ache.

Wake up. 

She groaned softly.

Wake up.

Energy’s voice. 

It repeated, like a mantra. Her body felt heavy, her breathing was ragged... 

Wake up. Or you won’t be able to.

Viri woke with a gasp, sitting up and immediately her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t even realize she was yelling before someone came scrambling through the opening of the tent and firmly pushing her down.

“Why are you awake?!” It was Ericson, the Night Watch captain. “You’re supposed to be resting!”

Viri’s head was reeling as she focused on trying not to throw up. Her stomach pulsed, dull pain throbbing over her limbs as her eyes rolled back. She gagged.

“Hey, hey. Look at me- No, stay with me, soldier,” Eric placed his hand under Viri’s head and gently lifted it, holding one of her hands with his free one. “Stay with me. You’re okay.”

Viri sniffed, looking up at the man. She was tearing up - the pain hurt. It hurt so bad.

“Captain?”

“I’m right here, soldier.”

Viri tightened her grip. She could feel the open wound threaten to spill her intestines if she moved any more.

“Please. It hurts.”

Eric sighed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Rest up. You’ll be alright. I promise.”

“But the mission-”

“You’re hurt. We’re staying.”

“Captain, please-”

Eric frowned. “Virilla Blueridge, you are hurt and one turn away from being disemboweled. We are staying, and that is final.” 

She whined, closing her eyes.

“Just go to sleep, soldier. By the divines, why are you awake?”

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