#ichabodjane

I made this for you for s2

thank you

Thank you for reaching out to me: I really appreciate that you are not afraid to express empathy and are so keen to show moral support. Especially in the context in which I live: a country where the authorities and the dominant media try to brutally censor any expression of solidarity with the Arab victims.

There is nothing we can do and I feel the frustration in my bones. Since the beginning of the attack, I have been alternately a ball of fire full of rage and a fountain of tears full of despair. The tension breaks me little by little every day because everything seems as real as if I were there, despite the physical distance from the fighting and the deaths.

The horror never ceases to seem all too familiar. Even though I am not a direct victim of this conflict, I am still Arab, Muslim and a citizen of a country that suffered the same level of barbarity at the hands of a Western criminal state (France) that colonized our land with extreme violence, destroyed our living conditions so much that millions of us died of hunger and disease, dragged us into its conflicts and wars where thousands of our men - fathers, husbands, brothers and son - died in hostilities that did not even concern us, and in the end, while we died to liberate their country, they again betrayed all their promises of equal political rights, continued the bombing of villages, illegal imprisonment, torture, use of chemicals weapon and massive massacres of civilians.

My mother's family was forced to leave their home and flee into the forest to avoid being captured by soldiers. My great-grandmother died in a refugee camp because she was too old to cope with the living conditions.

Therefore, I feel like a palestinian and feel i'm haunted by their struggle.

Aww, you're welcome! Yeah, it's intense and dark. I figured some people won't watch it for the content warnings because it's such heavy, triggering material, but I'm going to cap as many of his scenes as possible to share as long as they are appropriate enough! 😂 ❤️

It's a very moving portrayal of the long-lasting effects of trauma and the different ways in which survivors cope with those traumas, but those content warnings are dead serious and not to be taken lightly, so I recommend anyone who decides to watch to prepare themselves and read those warnings carefully first. This is not a show to go in blind to at all. ❤️

Classic time, one of my faves.

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Hertan Senua/Thórgestr UST for youuuu:

Senua makes a soft sound and cups his cheek, tilting his face up to hers when he would rather retreat and give her space from his scrutiny. “I don’t know how to talk about what I see and hear,” she admits, low and with an audible thread of anxiety. “I was a geilt, Thórgestr. People—were not always kind.” I want to be kind to you, Thórgestr very nearly says, clumsy and far too honest, but he catches himself. “I’m sorry. You owe me no answers, nothing at all. If anything, I owe you. For my life, my health. Everything.” “Don’t say that.” Senua rubs her thumb along his cheekbone and then down through his beard. “There is one spot I missed on your head, but after, do you want this gone?” Yes. “No.” She’s done more than enough. He can’t ask possibly ask her for more. But he allows himself one moment of taking more than he deserves: he lets himself lean into the touch of her hand, lets his eyes fall closed. “Thank you.”

10a. What is something you wish more people noticed about hertan?

There are a lot of things that I want to say for this!!!!! But there was a post this morning about using / and & both for tagging pairings on AO3 and how some folks grumble about the usage of both, and since I did tag in the core of everything with both "Senua/Thórgestr" and "Senua & Thórgestr", I think I'll just say that I wish people recognized that building the foundation of friendship between the two of them is equally important as the romance.

Yes, Thórgestr is 100000000000% In Love with Senua, but this part at the end of chapter 6 is genuine:

“I don’t want to be feared,” Senua says eventually, voice muffled by his clothing.  “Or loved for what I—I can’t be.  I don’t want followers, I want…” She trails off, swallowing something down.  Thórgestr strokes along her spine and tries to guess the shape of her desire. He thinks about all that they have seen and done together—all she has done for him and the people of this land—but how much of her is still a mystery to him.  Before tonight, he knew of a promise she made to save her people and her ability to see and hear spirits beyond the veil of Midgard.  He knew about her strength and prowess as a warrior, and her drive to shield innocents from violence.  Her relentless pursuit of the truth, despite all fears and doubts. He admires her.  But now he realizes that he wants to know her, too.  The woman cradled here in his arms. He remembers one side of his tapestry of fate—the power of the throne, but the aching loneliness that comes with it. “I think,” he begins, slow and as soft as he can, “you want friends at your side, rather than followers trailing behind.  You want someone to know you again and to believe in you for your own sake.” She shivers, then tucks her face into his neck.  “But I’m afraid,” she says, and that is confirmation enough.  A secret against his skin. I’ll be worthy of it, he swears.  And then, buoyed by bravery, warmed by her trust, he says, “You’re not alone in that fear.  But I’ll be at your side if you’ll let me.”

They're gonna be friends first!!!!

Hi

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I just slammed these onto your desk

Thank yooouuuu

Omg, thank you, friend!!!!! Five things, huh... This is kind of a callback at this point to chapter 4 (okay... 4.6...), but here are five paragraphs for the Hellblade fic:

“Are you angry or worried?” Senua asks, watching Thórgestr with eyes that seem wary—the look of someone half-expecting a wounded dog to bite. She looked at him like that before the gates of the fortress, when he knew doubt about his loyalty to her flashed through her mind. Seeing that expression on her face again, though she says nothing else, is worse than all of Ástríðr’s venom. “Yes—No, I…” He shifts around to face her, turning his hand over to grasp hers. “I promised you help, you and Iseult and Ástríðr. Ástríðr didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, that wasn’t her right.” Senua doesn’t answer, not even when he lets go of her hand to pull the blankets over her shoulder. “I am worried that I will be of no use to you,” he admits. “So… I am angry with myself. I have many things to answer for.” The memory of the vision in the Nornir’s tapestry flashes in his mind suddenly, the choice that he needs to make between the throne and the ship, between the Björg and Senua. He doesn’t know how to speak of that to her, how to ask her of all people for an answer—but what a relief it might be to unburden himself and to let her in.