heart eyes for you

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) ?

What do people think? What do you all *want* ?

do you ever have a film where you know - you know 

objectively

it’s not that great

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!

but

subjectively

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)

Modern AU with a splash of DA stuff. Based off the fake marriage au prompt. Fenders.


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 Fenris?”

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 the case.”  

“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 time.”

“I’m sorry, but the law is the law. We have a plane to catch. Goodbye.”  

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 unfortunate.”

“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 feeling’s mutual!”

“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.”

“Um…”

“Uh…”

Slowly, Anders turned his head to face the rest of the group. Hawke pointedly avoided Anders gaze, and Isabela scratched her head sheepishly.

“Guys…” The mage began, but was interrupted by Hawke.

“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’m sorry.”

“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 choice.

What did he get himself into this time?

~City Hall~

Darkspawn Void was what it was. That was what Anders got himself into.

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 Fenris.

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
Fraction
Of my imagination,
But you’ve had too big of an impact on
My life
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
Let
It
All
Go
But you’re the anchor
That holds me down
In midst of an ocean of emotions.
—  the ocean is my world (claire v.)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.