sorry for missing you!

anonymous asked:

Hey! I just started my skam blog so I was wondering if you could rec me some nice blogs to follow? Thanks!

hii yes ofc! there’s so many blogs that i just adore but here are just a few! 

@evenbechnaeshiem @evenbakkas @sanasevas @thatgirl-intheback @bashfulisak @happilyevak @isalkvaltersen @alterloves @sweetevak @valtermeme @skamtrashnumberone @sanadear @tarjeisvkmoe @tarjei-sandvikks @sinceresana

and legit soo many more but these are just some at the top of my head whom i love soo much! hope this helped babe lmao x


Emapollo Week! Let’s do this! 

[[The Ema&Apollo drawing used here is by ikm218 !!! ]]Emapollo Week will be June 12-18! Emapollo day is June 15th, right in the middle!  I’m a bit late in organizing and posting this, but better late than never.

This is a week to celebrate Ema&Apollo, so it doesn’t have to be romantic per-say! If you love them as friends, or as your favorite defense&detective team, or any other way, feel free to participate as well! 


  1.  After work
  2. Petsitting
  3.  AU
  4. Family
  5. Science&Magic
  6. Noir
  7. The Future 
Sticking to the theme/prompt is optional; if you have any content you’d like to post for the week that doesn’t fit with the theme/prompt of the day, but you really wanna participate/post it, it’s okay!  

Writing, drawing, cosplay, audio, music – all creative forms are welcome!

Remember to tag everything as Emapollo Week ! Any further questions feel free to ask. I can’t wait! :] 
(40) (End) Ignis' pick-up poem.

Even though it is not a new realization, Ignis Scientia is aware he may be a bit too uptight and rather cold as a boyfriend to Gladiolus Amicitia.

His feelings are all true, yet he is aware he may not show it as much as he could or should. While Gladiolus does not mind and understands that’s just his way of being, Ignis has not yet stopped thinking about Gladiolus’ sweet poem, and feels a bit in debt: Gladio, in his strange, sometimes childish but always sincere and honest way, loves and appreciates him, and Ignis feels he hasn’t shown himself thankful enough.

Grateful for all those 69 attempts of flirting (…or at least some of them) and a poem, and those wonderful 5 years of relationship so far, and wanting to do something special for Gladio, Ignis has been drabbling down poem ideas in secret.

Decided to have an ultimate weapon after 39 attempts of a pick-up line, having cleaned the poem and memorized it, Ignis has come to be prepared, and awaits for an appropiate moment.

Today the hunter’s being hunted.

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i didn’t miss you because i was drunk, i got drunk because i missed you.
—  doesn’t matter now

colored some doodles of act 1 veronica <3 

I miss you. I won’t admit that to your face, or over text, but right now my heart feels like it’s shattering over and over again and I just want you right now.
—  An excerpt from a book I’ll never write. (#60)

I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

at this point im just abusing the star brush

I never asked about your girlfriends because they didn’t worry me.
Breakups bring closure, you button them up like old shirts and stow them away. I was interested in the girls you never dated, never broke up with. The ones who came with loose ends and what-ifs. The ones with mystery and unfinished endings, stories that could write back into yours, into ours. Stories that could write me out. I called them the Almosts.

The Almosts have a way of hanging around, like loose shirts draped over chairs or stuffed in the backs of drawers. Just because they aren’t part of your everyday routine doesn’t mean they couldn’t be.

So as sad as I am that we are parting ways, I can only hope that this is temporary, that we will be written back into each other’s lives at a different time. Maybe I am just another almost, but at least that means that I haven’t been packed away for good. Maybe I’m just a shirt that still fits, but just got lost under the bed. Maybe you’ll realize you still love me when you try me on again in a few years.

Its a lot easier to grab a shirt draped over a chair than one that’s been packed away. But then again, you were never very tidy.

I’m sure you have shirts lying everywhere.

—  Almosts // Mt

“You want to hang with me, that’s cool, but my world, my rules. You do what I say.”

happy international women’s day!

Everything I ever write to you starts with I’m sorry, but I have nothing to be sorry for. It wasn’t our fault, we never wanted it to end this way. For so long I thought you didn’t care, that you never did. I know now that it was the complete opposite. What I am sorry for is that our timing wasn’t right. Maybe if the leaves weren’t falling and the world was alive instead of dying we could have been right.
—  You’re never going to see this but I want you to know, I forgive us// 4am