Dedicated to all the Chriseva fans left hurt, angry and disappointed by the finale. I wrote this as something therapeutic for myself to try and get over my sadness even though I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to read or write another Chriseva fic again.
May we all stick together and bring each other up in this time sadness. I love you guys. The Chriseva fans have been some of the nicest and best people I’ve met on this site.
I hope that this may ease maybe a little bit of the hurt we’re all feeling.
When Eva was fifteen, she
thought she had everything figured out. If someone had asked her then where she
saw herself in ten years, she’d probably said married to Jonas with two kids, a
pair; one boy and one girl; the girl with a long mane of cascading black hair
and the boy with a head of tight strawberry blond curls and the eyebrows to
match. Or it could be the other way around, or neither, it didn’t really matter
to her. But she genuinely saw her happily ever after with Jonas and if she
pretended hard enough she’d be able to ignore the agonizing stab of guilt that
came along with it.
When Eva was sixteen, she just
wanted to make it through the school year without too much trouble and she
wanted Jonas to love her the way she loved him and she kept hoping that he
wouldn’t keep putting her in the corner with the rest of the things he
constantly took for granted. At least that’s what Eva felt on the inside, on
the outside she was living her happily ever after with Jonas. Right?
When Eva was seventeen, she
just wanted to party and she wanted to fuck, all the time and every one. She
partied with Chris most of the time and fucked him even more frequently than
that. Chris was easy; he didn’t expect anything more, just like she wasn’t
willing to give anything more. He always came prepared with his Cheshire cat
grin and his devil-may-care attitude and he was hot as shit and fucked just as
well. He was what Eva needed in the moment. But just that moment. Right?
When Eva was eighteen,
everything suddenly turned out too complicated. Chris wanted something more,
more than she was willing to give and Eva fell back on old habits, doing the
same thing she always did when things got too hard: she ran.
This time the path led her to Jonas’s door and his bed. But this was what she
really wanted, right? Getting back on the right path, the path that included
Jonas and their two kids and the white picket fence on their lawn and the big
blue house that sat at the edge of the cobblestone path. Chris said he loved
her and that he was ready to settle down with her even though she wasn’t, and
as it turned it, Chris wasn’t ready either.
They came together but they
left separately, but that was okay.
When Eva was nineteen she
realized that Jonas would never really change; not for her, not for anyone.
She’d fallen back on bad habits and lost the voice she’d finally acquired after
so long. Once again her opinions always came in second; her needs were always
put last and her feelings were always made to be a joke. One day, Eva just
picked up her strewn clothes from off the floor and left, and she never looked
When Eva was twenty she put
herself first for the first time in her life. She finally put men to the side
and hooking up only on the weekends when she’d meet up with the girls for a
night out. She went back to school and studied to be a teacher; perhaps one day
she would be able to help a kid avoid making the same mistakes she had in her
youth. She still partied hard on the weekends with her crew. They’d laughed
when she used that term for the first time, but Eva thought it was appropriate.
The little voice in the back of her head laughed at the irony of everything,
but for some reason the laughter sounded too familiar, but it didn’t belong to
Every night though, she’d go
home alone, but that was okay.
When Eva was twenty one, she
met Chris by chance at the club during the weekend she was out. He was DJ-ing
at the club that night and meeting him had been purely by chance, or maybe it
had been fate instead. She went back home with him that night and he left early
in the morning after fixing her breakfast. He had another gig that night in a
club in a different city. They promised to keep in touch.
They didn’t, but that was okay.
When Eva was twenty-two, Vilde
announced that she and Magnus had gotten engaged. Everyone thought it was too
soon, but no one said anything, not even Sana. Magnus made Vilde happy and it
was obvious and that was the only thing that mattered. She asked them to be her
bridesmaids at her wedding and all of them were too happy to oblige. That night
they went out and got shit faced drunk. Eva had sex with the bartender in the
backroom of the club, but she left alone.
When Eva was twenty-three,
Vilde and Magnus married. She, Sana and Noora were the bridesmaid and Chris was
the maid of honour. Vilde looked absolutely stunning in her white dress and
Magnus looks smart and sharp in his tailored suit. Eva doesn’t think she’s ever
seen Vilde that genuinely happy in her life. Perhaps it was only in part
because of the wedding, the other part was probably because her mom was there,
present and sober and walked her proudly down the aisle.
When Eva was twenty-four, she
finished her studies and moved out of her mom’s house into her own apartment.
She found employment in the elementary school just down the street from her new
place and it was perfect. Everything was perfect. The day she graduated, her
mom and her friends all managed to make it to the ceremony to watch her receive
her degree. It was the proudest moment of her life. She went out partying that
night with her girls at the club and the DJ playing the music winked at her
from across the room. She was too drunk on alcohol and giddiness to really pay
attention to the person until she was locking lips with him in the dark corner
of the club while the music was blaring in the background.
Chris went home with her that
night and they stayed in the whole weekend fucking.
Thank you everyone for the sharing the last two skam seasons with me. I’ve had a great time and I’ve shared some incredible moments with you. I’ve laughed, cried and ranted angrily mostly alongside you, but sometimes because of you (hehe).
I hope everyone takes some wisdom from skam with them here on out; Remember to be yourself, to always be kind because people are fighting a battle you know nothing about, and to live life to the fullest because life is NOW. Remember
that you’re not alone and that everything has a meaning. And above all: love begets love.
((While I’m sure there are some other misc employees who come into work with too much effort in their wardrobes, of our main crew I’m gonna give that award to Susie. The general dress code is kinda business-casual but she overdoes it (not a bad thing) and comes into work looking her absolute best every day. Her hair and makeup are always perfect and her outfits are gorgeous, I always draw her wearing the same blue dress for convenience but she owns a lot of really nice ones. Joey would be a close second with the vest and bowtie, but then you see the color scheme and it just looks dorky xD))
After a night filled with obiyuki dreams - like all the Lyrias, clingy-Shirayuki cuddling, man - and a morning of zenyuki kisses, I have decided that this here AnS family is my canon.
‘Cause let’s be real, we all have had that moment when we’re like: didn’t this happen in the manga? Oh, it didn’t? I’m sure I’ve read it…oh, OH. I see. Well, it should have been in the manga - *reading intensifies*
sometimes i think “oh no i have to catch this screenshot immediately while the video’s in action!!” and then i remember i’m watching off crunchyroll and the view bar or w/e just disappears after i pause and it’s beautiful
Hi. So nice to see someone else using a lined notesbook their bullet journal. I used a lined notebook purely because I cant find a dotted one where I live and I've always felted really pressured to find one. Thanks for inspiring me and making me feel better about my lined book ❤
this is such a cute message to open my inbox to! first of all, i love your url ❤️ and secondly, your comment about lined bullet journals are absolutely true. lots of famous studyblrs use dotted or grid notebooks, so i think newbie blogs like us might feel pressured to do the same sometimes. the studyblr community seems to inadvertently put a lot of expectations on what stationery we should have, how our desk should organized and what our notes should look like, etc - the best thing to do is simply put all of that aside. i still struggle with doing this sometimes, but at the end of the day, does it really matter what kind of notebook your bujo is if it’s neat and works well?
try not to feel so limited by what you have! lined bujos can turn out really beautiful as well :D i’ve made a list of some of my favorites, they’re much better for inspo than mine are: