#vittring

[bobboviking]

Jag vill inte gå hit by Magnus Uggla English translation "I Don't Want to Be Here"

So we'll just be sitting in here all day

In this goddamned washed out room

And just stare at the clock

Waiting for the day to end

When outside the sun is shining brightly

And there's just a sliver of sunshine in here

We're just gonna sit down and shut up

And listen to this teacher prattle on about geography?

I think I'll leave now

I'll leave this be now

Life is a blast outside these walls

I want to be there and not here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here anymore

I don't want to be here

And so one day they're calling the psychologist

They want to find out what kind of person I really am

On some paper you have to answer questions

That say if you're stupid or if you're an idiot

But if I love everything in life

And can't care less about the rules

Why should I on some paper answer questions

That say if I'm stupid or if I'm an idiot?

I think I'll leave now

I'll leave this be now

Life is a blast outside these walls

I want to be there and not here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here

I don't want to be here anymore

I don't want to be here

#awesome #magnus uggla #translated #lyrics #vittring #lyric translation

[marlynnofmany]

Seeing Faces

It’s rare when we get a shipment to deliver that’s not packaged somehow — either in Earth-standard boxes, another world’s version of shipping crates, or a livestock pen of some kind. Even that bunch of alien trees had been thoroughly wrapped at the bottom. But this collection of machinery parts didn’t have so much as a layer of cling-wrap on it. I guess the owners figured these things were sturdy enough not to need it.

They were probably right. The metal chunks were heavy. I tried to guess what they were made for as Blip and Blop muscled the biggest ones onto a hover sled, clearing the way for Paint and me to gather up the smaller pieces. Captain Sunlight bid the customer farewell and shut the cargo bay door.

“I think these look like vertebrae,” I said to Paint. “Greasy vertebra. Ew. I’m going to need a new shirt.” The offworld engine oil of whatever didn’t seem acidic at least, so that was nice. I sighed about the black smears.

“Strange vertebrae,” Paint said, juggling her own armload of odd shapes that didn’t seem to be rubbing off on her orange scales. Not that I was jealous or anything. “There would need to be a dual spinal cord.” She tapped a claw on one of the holes.

“Hm, yeah. There are probably animals like that,” I said. “Or robots, as the case may be.”

Ahead of us, Captain Sunlight opened the door to the appropriate storage hold, then headed off on captainly business. It was impressive how different a vibe she gave off compared to Paint, for all their physical similarities. Both were little lizardy people, but one strode with her lemon-yellow head held high, every inch the authority figure, while the other was Paint. She somehow bounced when she walked, even when weighted down by unwieldy metal things.

“I’ll bet these stack really well,” Paint said. “They look like they interlock. We could probably build a spinal column without them falling over.”

“We probably could,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to be the one responsible for bending one of the flanges because we wanted to test it out.”

“Hm. Yep yep yep. But I maintain that we could.”

“We could.”

The two of us entered the storage hold to find Blip and Blop racing to see who could unload the sled faster. It’s not that the Frillian twins were overly competitive, but they were twins. They’d apparently hatched at the same time, and had been in a low-key competition to see who was better at life ever since. But they smiled while they did it.

“Done!” Blip declared, setting down a lump of metal big enough for Paint to hide behind. She raised her hands in triumph, fins fluttering.

“Doesn’t count,” Blop said as he put down his own piece. “You didn’t line them up right. Mine are tidier.”

They squabbled about this while Paint and I unloaded our metal chunks nearby. I had to kneel to keep from dropping the things. It would be just my luck if they did warp on impact, or bounce off each other and whack me in the shin.

The Frillians took their debate out the door before I finished. They’d already moved on to who could steer the hoversled with the minimum of touching.

“Ha,” Paint said. “They do stack.”

I turned to see only one of the things set on top of another, with Paint ready to catch it if it slid. She took it down before I could say anything.

I just nodded and arranged my own into a reasonable huddle, then wiped my hands on my shirt. It was only when I moved toward the door, with a look back at the big pieces, that I got a good look at the one that Blop had set on its side.

This was the logical place to put it, not sticking out past the rest, but the thing that caught my attention was the shape when seen from this angle. Those two holes could have been eyes, and the flanges were shaped like stubby arms. There were even a couple slots in the middle like nostrils.

I burst out laughing.

“What?” Paint demanded.

“It looks like Zhee!” I said, pointing. “Big bug eyes and everything!”

“What does?” Paint asked. She came to stand next to me, following my arm, but just looked confused. “Where are the eyes?”

“These!” I said, stepping closer and pointing at the holes. “And those are the arms. Isn’t it perfect?”

Paint cocked her head as if slightly tilted vision could unlock the answers. “Arms?”

I repeated myself, but she still looked lost, so I found a notepad and pencil in a storage cupboard —reliable even when the batteries all run out — and sketched what I saw.

“Ohh, I get what you mean now,” Paint said when I showed her. “Those parts are lifted like pincher arms, and those are roughly the same proportion as Mesmer eyes.”

“Yeah, it’s uncanny,” I said.

Paint took the notepad to study it closer. “How did you even notice that?”

“It was pretty easy,” I told her. “It just jumped out at me when I looked from the right direction. Like seeing faces in clouds, you know?”

Paint’s blank expression said that she didn’t know.

“Do you not do that? Find patterns of familiar shapes in random things?”

“No?” she replied. “Is that a thing I’m supposed to be doing?”

“You don’t have to! It’s just something that everybody does on Earth, ever since we’re kids. It’s probably from a long history of watching for camouflaged predators in the bushes. You’ve got camouflage on your planet, right? You must.”

“Yeah, sure,” Paint said easily. “But I guess not that much. I’ve never seen a face in a cloud; that sounds terrifying.”

“Not really; it’s more like feeling smart for spotting something. Well,” I amended. “It could be a little unsettling if you see a skull or something. But that’s rare. There are whole systems of divination about this sort of thing.”

Paint looked like she was about to ask a million questions, but right then the sound of familiar clicking footsteps tapped down the hall.

“Zhee!” Paint called, whirling with the notebook in her hand. “Zhee, look what Robin saw!”

Zhee came into view looking just as eyecatching and purple as usual, halting at the doorway while Paint eagerly explained the conversation we’d just had. Quickly and enthusiastically. With lots of waving the sketch around, and pointing back at the machine part.

I felt like apologizing as he stared with an unreadable alien expression. His antennae weren’t even moving; I couldn’t tell what he thought of it all.

Finally Paint finished talking. “She says it’s probably because her species watches for predators in the bushes. Isn’t that amazing?”

Zhee made a point of looking slowly from the sketch to the metal thing, then to me. I braced myself for judgement.

Instead, Zhee raised his pincher arms into the same pose and declared, “I am the danger that lurks in the bushes.” Then he slunk out of sight, many legs scuttling in a quickstep way that he knew darn well I found creepy.

Paint blinked at the empty doorway, still holding the notebook.

“Aw, man,” I said. “He’s picking things up from Trrili.”

Paint immediately closed the notebook. “We definitely shouldn’t show her.”

“Agreed!” I said.

After a moment of thought, Paint tore the page out and handed it to me, then took the notebook back to the cupboard. I pocketed it with a final glance at the metal vertebra that looked remarkably like a cartoonish Mesmer squaring up for battle.

Someone had left a roll of no-residue marking tape on a box nearby. I grabbed a strip and stuck it onto the metal, with the ends curved up.

Now the thing had a goofy grin that possibly no one would recognize. But if there were any humans on the receiving end of this delivery, they ought to get a good laugh out of it.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #pareidolia #I definitely had to check how to spell that one #seeing faces in clouds #you know the one #'drunk octopus wants to fight you' #that picture of a coathanger #if you don't recognize that phrase look it up; it's a great accidental octopus #and oh yeah #I am definitely writing the sequel to A Swift Kick to the Thorax #very exciting #lotta fan favorites making glorious returns #I just wrote a scene with Vittr that I find extremely entertaining #and you might too #we'll just have to see!

[seananmcguire]

Hi. I love your work. (I usualy don't like the Fae in fiction, but yours are sympathetic and captivating).

I thing I'm thinking of.

Are there any legends among the Fae of the old gods (As in the Norse or adjacent Pantheons?).

As a norse nerd. I'm told the dwarves (which are specified as being elves/fae/Vittr) forged Mjölner in the myth. Among many of the gods magical cool stuff TM. (Frejas golden hair, nagelfar, a couple of magical swords, etc)

So, I just wondered if the fae have any stories about "that time we made a hammer for Thor. You know, the one which came out with a little short in the shaft?"

Love your work!

AC

Not so much.

There was the temptation, very early in, to go the Gargoyles "all stories of gods and hidden people from around the world were actually about the fae, doesn't that just blow your mind?" route, but I thankfully thought better of it before I committed too many acts of grandiose cultural appropriation.

The fae are the fae, and they don't really mess around with human stories. Osmosing the Norse pantheon would feel that way to me, in this specific setting.

[klisterklockan]

Framtida punkbandsnamn

Äntligen visar Klisterklockan upp en lista tänkbara punkbandsnamn med samma tåga som KurtSunesMedBerit och Hörförståelse. Använd de gärna. Mycket nöje!

Trångsynth Bäver krök Korsett Korsetten Kränger Lysande liggsår Grannarna gråter Höga hästar Konstantins Opel Kanadakollo Vit vittring Puhs parkett Kom en gast Laxbak Yxvårta Ven i dig Bojans hand Staffan Lings lever Lungmos Borsta brorsan Jarls porslin Skinksadel Paltvrål Heta högers Babars styvbrors bord Jacks son i palle Bandysex Zack Ta Neer Aber och gin Prästen pimplar Bongotrauma

#Guldkornens värld #Lustighetens värld #Nyttans värld #Skrattfesternas värld #DIY #Hörförståelse #KSMB #Namn #Nonsens #Punk #Skaparglädje

[torsbysportbladet]

Claes Henriksson ”väldigt stolt och nöjd över killarnas uppoffrande spel ”

Torsby Fotboll har pratat med Claes Henriksson efter Västanviks seger över Hertzöga BK! Grattis till tre sköna poäng, lite väl spännande på slutet? Tack, leder du med ett mål med 15 min kvar och dom fått vittring så är det klart att det blir jobbigt. Dom satsar allt framåt och vi gör allt vi kan för att stå emot deras anstormning. Men väldigt skönt när vinsten är klar. Hur ser din matchanalys…

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#Claes Henriksson #Västanviks AIF (A-lag Herrar)

[800-grader]

2, 3, 19

2. Album of the year?

The album I listened to most this year was Retrospektivt collage by Magnus Uggla... But IDK if that should count entirely because it's mostly a comp album. Maybe Vittring, also by Magnus Uggla! What a guy!

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Good lord! what choices I must make! I think my answer should be XTC; or, dare I say, The Smiths! I might say Imperiet also, but I'm not sure if I started listening to them this year or last year!

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

I'm so very excited to see Cabaret musical in Gothenburg in March next year. I've seen the movie and it's great! Even without Liza Minnelli I'm sure it will be amazing! I've seen the images on the Website, and it looks really good!!!

#Yayyy Happy new year #carlandthepassions-sotough

[t3rra-bull]

Humanity's Last Breath - "VITTRING" (Official Music Video))

#Humanity's Last Breath #VITTRING #Official Music Video #Unique Leader Records #THALL #TH0LL #Progressive Metal #Prog #Metal #Djent #Dj0nt #Deathcore

[kr1g]

Valkas Vittring 1/?

...He leaned forward, letting the locks that were his hair curtain his over his face. 

Fin. 

The crowd cheers for more only now when the stars are gone. Hidden from his sight. A standing ovation. Applause and whistles and a roaring encore for more, more, more...

#VTM #gangrel #aesthetic #moodboard #monster #gore #blood #horror #valkas #Valkas Vittring #krig aes #b@house #3

[skeppsbrott]

Vittring av Magnus Uggla • Vi Mot Världen av Veronica Maggio • Ramlar av Håkan Hellström • Se Mig, Bara Se Mig av Clara Klingenström • Jag Är En Vampyr av Markus Krunegård • Slå Mig Hårt I Ansiktet av Thomas Stenström • Dunka Dumma Hjärta Dunka av Felicia Takman

#Swedish pop #Swedish music #Sweblr #web weaving #Djup text på svenska #Magnus uggla #Veronica Maggio #Håkan Hellström #Markus Krunegård #Clara Klingenström #Thomas Stenström #Felicia Takman #Svenskheter #Music tag

[urbanenemy]

MAGNUS UGGLA - VITTRING LP (1978/SWEDEN)

#swedish rock #swedish punk #euro punk #70's punk #rock n roll #powerpop #magnus uggla

[ljussangen]

Genom snö och blåst, genom skog och frost Genom myrar, genom kärr, genom snår När du väl stått still, var jag tätt intill Jag har spårat dig i dagar och år

Som du gäckat mig, som jag förbannat dig Jag har ofta sett dig utan att se Ve den tid jag lagt ve den bistra jakt Som jag offrat för min sista trofé

Men vinden vänder om Så kom nu till mig, kom

Instinkt, begär och blodlust Distinkt uppå en vindpust En känning och en kittling När vinden bär din vittring Till mig, Vittring

Vaken som besatt, mången iskall natt Har jag narrats utav räveldars sken Men man ser och lär, och nu står du här I mitt hårkors och på skälvande ben

Men vinden vänder om Så kom nu till mig, kom

Instinkt, begär och blodlust Distinkt uppå en vindpust En känning och en kittling När vinden bär din vittring

Ett skott, en träff, ett blodsspår Ett liv, en dröm, ett dödsår Ett slut på all förbittring Ja vinden bär din vittring Till mig

Men vinden vänder om Så kom nu till mig, kom

Instinkt, begär och blodlust Distinkt uppå en vindpust En känning och en kittling När vinden bär din vittring

Ett skott, en träff, ett blodsspår Ett liv, en dröm, ett dödsår Ett slut på all förbittring Ja vinden bär din vittring Till mig

Vittring, vittring

Vinden bär din vittring till mig

#raubtier #(I used to hear kyckling instead of kittling and it always made me laugh) #now i still sing it with kyckling because I am a dork #and i think it is funny... though i now hear it correctly at least lmao

[anastpaul]

Saint of the Day - 26 February - Saint Victor the Hermit (Died 6th Century) Priest

Saint of the Day – 26 February – Saint Victor the Hermit (Died 6th Century) Priest

Saint of the Day – 26 February – Saint Victor the Hermit (Died 6th Century) Priest, Monk, Hermit, miracle-worker. Born in the 6th century at Troyes, France and died in the 6th-century at Saturniac (modern Saint-Vittre), Diocese of Troyes, France of natural causes. Patronage – Arcis-sur-Aube, France. Also known as Victor of Arcis, Vittre, Vitre. Victor was born in Troyes, Champagne, France, of…

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#stvictorthehermit

[marlynnofmany]

Not all bug aliens

But some of them.

While the upstanding citizens go about their business, others bring a bad name to the rest.

Those jerks deserve:

Available everywhere on November 14th 2022, it’s a rollicking adventure with several upstanding citizens taking on an intergalactic crime ring. May include rabbits where they don’t belong, humans-are-weird tropes, and a gorilla fluent in sign language (as well as the fine art of punchin’ bad guys). LGBTQA characters of multiple varieties and species.

#Vittr the alien taxi driver #is one character of many in this book #the others want to kick the villains too #for some very good reasons #Robin Bennett #the spacefaring veterinarian and human-at-large #Dragon the sign language gorilla #and others #A Swift Kick to the Thorax #my writing #book recs #humans are weird #very excited about this you guys

[sistersatan]

Siebenburgen - Vittring Av Liv

[hitnaija]

Download Album: Humanity’s Last Breath – Välde - Zip File

Download Album: Humanity’s Last Breath – Välde – Zip File

Humanity’s Last Breath – Välde ALBUM Popular singer Humanity’s Last Breath today drops a dubbed album project ‘Välde’ after much anticipation, The full body project is right here for free download below. Humanity’s Last Breath – Välde Below; Tracks Dödsdans Glutton Earthless Descent Spectre Dehumanize Hadean Tide Väldet Sirens Futility Vittring

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#Humanity’s Last Breath

[tlmst]

lazzie kan känna hippie-vittring på flera mils avstånd. #fantomen #lazziedenherrelösahyndan #albertengström #analogcollage https://www.instagram.com/p/CKOSCQKpUxJ/?igshid=e46sxhq05ksm

#fantomen #lazziedenherrelösahyndan #albertengström #analogcollage