ok but why do we need a tumblr discourse about Billie’s dislike of phones at concerts.. like would it kill you to not look at your phone in your pocket for three straight hours and just enjoy a goddamn concert without filming the whole thing and taking 1000 pictures of the event ???
like okay take one or two pictures as a memory and the put that shit away and maybe not act like “Billy Joe is a pretentious asshole douchebag” because he told you to make eye contact with him instead of fumbling with your phone
smartphones can be a great thing but some of ya’ll getting so offended that someone doesn’t share your love for them is so damn childish.. like this is one of the things you just have to accept and move on and not make a fucking drama out of it
i’m so over tumblr getting hyper defensive about everything technology related and then acting like everyone who doesn’t agree is some kind of heathen that deserves to be disrespected
listen, Billie Joe has his troubles with coming to terms with the modern age and smartphones and social media and that’s FINE because he grew up in a time where none of this was a thing and he has seen the crowds in front of him change over the years and he is ALLOWED to have negative feelings about this and to ask people to put their phones away, it’s not like he kicked you out the show lmao tf. he’s never been an asshole about it either and always does it with some layer or humor or a smile so maybe hold your horses kid.
Summary: Just because Isak and Even hooked up doesn’t mean that Even actually cares about him, no matter how badly the meddling assholes he calls friends want them to be together. (Much thanks to the actual love of my life @westiris for reading over this, and for trying her hardest to not enable me, even thought it didn’t work.)
Isak wishes his friends could fucking stop. He’s not bitter, or incapable of love or anything. He’s just not ready to be in a relationship with anyone, not after the string of meaningless hookups he’d had after coming out, not when he’s so often stuck inside his own head that he can’t imagine himself being good for anyone. Especially not someone like Even Bech Næsheim, who’s somehow standing in his doorway, holding a pack of beers.
Somehow, like Isak doesn’t know perfectly well that the dumb fuckers he calls friends set this up, because they’d somehow gotten it into their heads that Isak and Even would get along. They’re not exactly wrong, but Isak’s trying to scrub the memory of last weekend from his mind. It’s a little difficult though, when Isak remembers Even pushing him against the very door he’s holding open as he nudged his thigh between Isak’s legs and pressed kisses down his neck.
Mood: wants to support the groups but doesn’t want to support companies that take advantage of young children and teenagers who would do anything to achieve their dreams and who get overworked, underpaid and abused 24/7