Ideas of cute texts the Skam writer could give us (but probably won’t)
Jonas: So are you coming to the party tomorrow? Isak: I’ll come Isak: With Even :)
Magnus: So did you finally talk to Even or what? Isak: *sends a (sfw) picture of them in bed* Magnus: *heart eyes emojis x 5*
Dad: Are you ok? Why did you leave? Isak: I’m sorry, Even needed me. All is well now.
Isak: Mum, I’m sorry I left, I had to go see my boyfriend. It was nice seeing you. I hope we can do this again soon. Hugs
Eskild: I recognize Even’s shoes in the hallway!!!!! Eskild: Is he here? Eskild: Are you guys back together??? Eskild: Answer, godson!! Eskild: Do you want me to just barge in your room to check on you? Eskild: Ok ok I get it, I’ll leave you to it Eskild: I’ll forgive you if Even bakes some of his scrambled eggs for me, they smelled delicious last week Eskild: Good night, if you know what I mean ;) ;) ;)
I’ve seen a lot of people theorizing that Yuuri is going to switch out his “Yuri on Ice” FS with Victor’s “Stay Close to Me,” as it’s as higher difficulty, has a quad flip, and is possibly the routine that Yuuri likes/loves the most and maybe that’s where the diet version comes in-
you’re all geniuses!!!! What?!?!
I’m not 100% sure if that will happen - partially because I’ve grown really attached to the “Yuri on Ice” song/routine, and I really want to see Yuuri nail it… but also this would be a great plot twist and would be so romantic oh god
Some people are saying that he could skate to Stay Close to Me for his SP? But… would that work within the restrictions put onto the SP routines (length, jump allotment, etc) ?
like, you can see it’s got some structural issues or poor characterisation or plot holes or bad design choices. you can see the problems - you are the first person to point them out!
you’ve watched it on repeat 12 times and you love it to death because you’re absolute garbage and you still cry whenever you watch it (not that you would ever admit this to anyone YOU’RE TAKING IT TO THE GRAVE)
Was it mean-spirited of him to feel absolute glee when the
immigration officers knocked on Fenris’ door? Yes, yes it was, but oh, to see
the condescending face finally be stricken with disbelief and desolation. It
warmed Anders’ itty, bitty, bitter heart.
He glanced around to see who would notice his shit eating
grin. Then, when someone admonished him- as they eventually would- he could go
on and on about all the times Fenris put him down or mocked him for his cause.
Rather than feel sorry for the bloke being deported, Anders couldn’t wait to
see him leave. Good riddance and all that.
But no one noticed him. Everywhere he looked, from the
devil-may-care Isabela to the witty and charming Hawke, only sad faces and
broken heart met his eyes.
Anders raised an eyebrow. “What? Why are you all so
bloody sad? Aren’t you going to do anything? You’re just going to let them take
Varric shook his head. “And what do you suggest Blondie?
We can’t get into a fight with the officers and help Fenris run away.”
“Why not? It’s no different to what we do when Hawke
asks us to help out.”
“It’s different,” the bounty hunter snarled,
“because chasing runners is legal. I…I’m sorry, Fenris. Is there…Is
there nothing we can do? Maybe if we pay-”
“I’m sorry, Hawke. Fenris’ employer explicitly said if
found, we must deport him immediately.” The blond officer, Cullen was his
name if Anders remembered correctly, grimaced. “It’s the law. No amount of
money can change the fact he’s here illegally. However, since you all seem to
care for his well-being, perhaps you can be his guarantees and start the
process of legal immigration. Since you’re the Champion, the Viscount might expedite
“That can take a decade! Who knows what Danarius will
do to him during that time! Please! I’ll talk to the Viscount. Give us some
“I’m sorry, but the law is the law. We have a plane to catch.
Anders watched Fenris deflate, surprised the elf didn’t have
it in himself to fight. Where was his usual arrogance? Who was this person meekly
following the officers leading him back to his life of servitude? “You guys
seriously are going to let him go..? Just like that?” As much as Anders
hated the elf, he couldn’t believe Hawke was going to let people take one of
her companions away so easily.
But as Hawke, Varric and the others continued to stand
there, doing nothing as Fenris was hauled off, Anders looked up towards the
heaven for patience. “You really do hate me don’t you?” he murmured
under his breath. He groaned in his disgust and ran after the elf. Ugh, him and
his martyr complex.
“Wait! You can’t take him.” Anders slammed the car
door shut, stopping Fenris from getting into the car.
“Out of the way, sir! If you’re going to get in the way
of our duties, we’re going to have arrest you.”
“We’re going to get married,” Anders blurted out. “So
yes he is here legally! So get your
hands off my fiancé!” The mage shoved his way to Fenris’ side, shielding
him from the officers. As he put his hand on Fenris’ shoulder, he felt the elf
tense under his touch. Anders squeezed it, hoping by the Maker for once Fenris
played along. If you don’t want to go
back, you better behave!
“You can tell Danarius, Fenris won’t be going back to
Tevinter. He’s a Ferelden citizen now.”
Cullen narrowed his eyes. “You two are engaged?”
he asked. “Why didn’t anyone say anything sooner?”
“Um, we were keeping it a secret. Fenris and I, uh, decided
to hook up a week ago. Right, sweetheart?”
Anders pinched Fenris’ nape when the elf obstinately refused
to answer. “Yes,” he grudgingly said, “the abomina-”
Another pinch. “The mage,”
Fenris corrected himself, “and I are due to marry. It is most
“Fortunate!” Anders slapped a hand over Fenris’
mouth. “You mean fortunate, darling.” To Cullen and the other
officer, he apologetically said, “Sorry, his Common is lacking. Isn’t
fluent in it yet. We’re still practicing.”
There was a suspicious gleam in Cullen’s eyes, but he didn’t
question them about the validity of their relationship. “When are you
planning to get married?”
“Um, by the end
of this month?”
“Make it by the end of this week.” The blond
officer scribbled something in his pad and ripped out a document, handing it to
Anders. “Go to City Hall and fill in a marriage certificate immediately, and apply for a green card.
Someone at the office will take your case and review it very thoroughly to make sure your marriage is bona fide and not a
sham. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” Anders nodded, stuffing the document
into his pocket.
“Do not make me regret my decision.” Cullen glanced
between the mage and the elf before leaving with a nod.
The moment the officers were out of sight, Fenris shoved
Anders away from him. “Mage!” he spat the word out like a curse.
“Engaged? Married? Who would wish to shackle themselves to you! I would
rather die than let myself be chained to another mage!”
“A thank you would be appreciated!” Anders shot
back. “I just saved your hide! The same goes for me too, you know. I
rather get flayed than be married to a hateful, bigoted elf like you! The
“Guys, guys, settle down!” Varric stepped between
the two males. “This is no way to start a marriage. Now why don’t you two
kiss and make up?”
“No one is getting married,” Anders shot Fenris an
icy glare. “At least not me. I only said that to save this ungrateful
elf’s ass.” He jabbed a finger to Hawke. “So long as someone marries
him by the end of the week, he should be safe from deportation.”
Slowly, Anders turned his head to face the rest of the
group. Hawke pointedly avoided Anders gaze, and Isabela scratched her head
“Guys…” The mage began, but was interrupted by
“Look, I would love to help, but my mother would never
agree. She has suitors lined out the door for me. She’d give Fenris away if
anyone asked her since a once married woman can’t fetch a ‘suitable’ husband.
“I married once,” Isabela said. “And I swore
to myself I’ll never do it again. Even if it’s fake and for Fenris’ sake, it’ll
leave a bad taste in my mouth. I can’t.”
All eyes turned on Merrill, and the Dalish perked up.
“Oh. How fun. Who’s is getting married? I do love weddings.”
“Andraste’ flaming knicker weasels,” Anders cursed
when it was obvious Merrill couldn’t lie to save her life. That only left one
What did he get himself into this time?
Darkspawn Void was what it was. That was what Anders got
Anders kept himself from grimacing as he signed his name on
the document with a flourish. Rather than filling out a marriage certificate,
he felt as if he just signed his own death. He looked over to his side and knew
Fenris felt the same way. This must be the saddest marriage Thedas ever
witnessed…and they had to be married for a minimum of three years and make it
believable. Oh joy…
Anders shouldn’t have laughed when the officers came for
Karma was an absolute bitch.
A/n: Lol I wasn’t quite cackling over this, but there are two upcoming scenes that had me laughing. I’m not sure if I’m making this into a series, so we’ll see. At least for sure there’s two more after this, so please look forward to that xD
Some days I think you’re just a
Of my imagination,
But you’ve had too big of an impact on
For me to doubt all too much.
I think the only reason why
You’re still at the back of my mind
Is because I need to affect you
The same way you changed me.
I live for an eye for an eye
Because I want your heart since
You took mine.
And there are days I want to just
But you’re the anchor
That holds me down
In midst of an ocean of emotions.