War Is Coming Communications.

January 7th, 2015

War Is Coming Communications.


January 7th, 2015

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Its been quite the eventful holiday season. Ultimately I shall be glad to see the back of it.

That said, new year, new start. I'm considering what to do with it, ultimately the possibilities are endless.


Antiques Roadshow Marathon. The proper version of it. Starts in an hour, shall I make tea?


I never did inform you of my wish, did I?

Your species, my age. Applicable strength and power. Without the burden of Lord Harry, or being so enslaved to the blood, its actually quite pleasent.

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Apparently I say "What!" a lot. Who knew.

Weeeelll, obviously fans of the show knew. But, still!

Cut not filtered )

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Displaced, you are all invited to celebrate Jólablót with us at my hall.

For those who are not familiar with our customs, we will feast for three days and three nights, to celebrate the rebirth of the Sun-goddess, Sól, and to give thanks to our mighty god Thor, for protecting us during the dark and dangerous days of winter, while his father, Óðinn, leads the Wild Hunt across the skies.

At dusk on Friday, we will perform the Jólablót and sacrifice the Jól goat. Afterwards, we feast, taking it's life into ourselves so that it may be resurrected through us.

Whether you are a believer or not, Jól is a time for friendship and rejoicing in life - sentiments which are not exclusive to my people.

You are all welcome at my hearth, on Friday, on Saturday, on Sunday and on any day in the new year.

God Jól!

Til Árs ok Frídr!

Floki )

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Someone forgot to tell the seal Christmas is over, I guess.

( Actual Friends of Grant Ward who are not John Garrett )
If you didn't know, it's Ward's birthday. He won't want to celebrate, but like I'm going to let that happen. Smallish party at [location], 7pm. It's a surprise, so not a word to him about this.

You're taking me to dinner tonight.

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If Peggy Carter shows up, I may ask her to marry Clint and I.

You'd understand, Clint, right?

It's been a while since we've spoken.

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Freaking ex-vampire dicks, passing on curses.

The seal is a dumbass!

ETA: If anyone kisses Ruby to break the curse, they're barred. Except possibly Sam. But, still.

No evil/heaven

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So, now that I'm human again, I'm going to have to make a couple of lifestyle changes. Namely quitting smoking. You'd think after quitting blood as a vampire, this would be easy, but apparently not.

In my hand right now is one last rolled cigarette. And after I have smoked this one, that's it.

And this here is my in advance public apology to my wonderful girlfriend for when I'm grumpy and probably a giant pain in the arse for the next day or so. Lydia, love, I promise I will make it up to you.

Goodbye, sweet sweet nicotine.

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Not that I don't appreciate the lift out of mystical prison, but a graveyard? Really?

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A... A... graveyard? Is this a joke? It's a shit joke, I'll tell you that!

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I don't know what to
This is so
I really sort of hoped this would never

It's okay. Go to her. She needs her friends right now.

Take the whiteboard. The one Alex and I used to use. You're going to need it.


Got room for one more at Chez Locksley for a little while tonight? I need snuggles.

No Evil

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I shouldn't have bothered reading the news.

I'm torn. This is the city I gave my life for. I died for their ability to speak their minds and to find equality.

Instead, a paper mocks a religion, sparking a terrorist attack. Twelve people were killed because they mocked religion. Twelve people are dead because three men wanted revenge in the name of a prophet.

I almost miss fighting the demons. Their intentions were typically pretty clear. The regular world is never so black and white.

...well. That was deep and depressing. Sorry about that? Or...how is it? Sorry not sorry?
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