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basically i signed up for a football-for-charity event and was raising money for a charity that helps victims of sexual violence get psychological and legal support

 out team raised about $1,5K and all together the participants raised about $40K

 then there was the whole tournament thing and the winners played against a celebrity team which among other people had Kozlovsky

we won the silver however (legit, guys, we played football and ran to the second place, I mean.. whut)

it was cold as fcuk the whole day, it basically started snowing mid-game, then raining, then snowing again

so we have a legit video of danila-that-guy-from-the-new-season-of-vikings giving out medals to our team saying “sorry, it’s so cold i can’t feel my hands”

the rapunzel hair you all loved so much is now shoulder length or shorter, because fuck it

i am in my second year of learning swedish and it’s a happy place

i did actually go to sweden for... 5 days in may, and those were easily the best 5 days of my life

i did also go to montenegro and albania, which are fantastically impressive for many-a-reason

on smaller scale: went to a short course on film directing and a bit of stage fencing, carried very little out of both, but enjoyed nonetheless

FIFA 2018 happened in Moscow and it was a STORM. it’s only october but i’m already feeling so nostalgic, the city was full of love and joy, i swear it was magic

(due to fifa and learning swedish accidentally went into a bit of an ibrahimovic phase, which you’re about to discover)

also did a free hugs flashmob, and rekindled my faith in humanity

danced a lot

wrote quite a healthy amount of Stuff

doing ok

that’s a movie which actually had a character who learned a language because he wanted to watch movies in it, i mean, ffs

i refuse to believe we forgot this golden era

and this little shit

and after the movie, in the safe place that a public toilet is supposed to be

someone yelled suddenly in the squeakiest of voices

“WAIT, WAS THAT THANOS?!?!?!?”

I mean

They both speak more than one language and have pronunciation range which is a gift to a director.

Managing to fail language imitation when you have an actor who speaks, what, 4 languages fluently? That is a disaster.

Which is especially obvious when he starts of with beautifully clearly pronounced “zhelaniye” (“longing”). Normally an english-speaking person would cram that into “zh’lanie”. Also when he says the same words earlier in the movie they are all clearer.

And then you go into the hall to wait for your taxi and there’s a gallery of famous swedish people with “Welcome to my hometown” written above the pictures.

And I swear, the portrait of Stellan Skarsgård welcoming me to his hometown is the scariest shit I’ve seen in my life.

Which gets better when your guide asks if you’ve seen The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo.