when their friends find out that isak is in even’s phone as mannen i mitt liv, they’ll never let him live it down. whenever isak’s doing something weird, like picking his nose when he thinks no one is looking, or pouring half a bottle of mayo on all his sandwiches, someone will sarcastically say, “look, there goes the man of your dreams.” but they only get a soppy smile from even, because that’s the man he’s spending the rest of his life with, dorkiness and gross teenage habits and all. they’re a part of isak, and even would never choose to have him any other way. so the joke turns into isak and even making eyes at each other, and honestly, did anyone expect any less at this point, when it comes to these two?
Now matter how hard I try, I just can’t get the cold open out of my head. Twelve doesn’t deserve to regenerate alone, screaming in the snow. I can’t help but to notice how much of a contrast it is to Eleven’s regeneration.
Eleven was with Clara, in the comfort of the TARDIS with his clean-cut and tidy appearance.
Twelve is alone, out in the harsh cold with torn up clothes and broken appearance.
I just really hope that this isn’t what his regeneration will be like. Cold, broken, alone.
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.
Well my wrist has been getting progressively worse, in part due to work so I haven’t been able to make ANY drawings lately. (This is, in turn, driving me up a wall.) I’ll be seeing a family doctor about it in July but since that is a bit of a ways away I’m going to be having to take a lighter load in regards to drawing, just in case. In all honesty I might not be able to make any drawings at all, since even holding my phone at a usual angle makes my wrist twinge.
It feels like theres a chunk of something in my wrist but that makes zero sense logically. Either way; kind of painful, mostly uncomfortable.
So the next set of pages/chapter are going to be very late. In the meantime I’ll post little drawings here and there of old sketchbooks and such.
Like this grumpy Bill, who kind of sums up my feelings on the whole matter.
KCON EXPERIENCE ~rough version bc im a tired bish and im still in shock
1: met edward avila twice didn’t get pics tho, met joan (with eddy yesterday + again today and got a pic) met JRE and got a pic but i look soooo bad we’re both squinting bc the sun
2: hitouched gfriend, sf9, and TWICE !! 💖💓💞💕 and CHAEYOUNG GAVE ME DOUBLE FINGER HEARTS AND A HAND HEART AND THEN GRABBED MY HANDS AGAIN A SECOND TIME AND SAID LOVE U IN RESPONSE TO MY “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CHAEYOUNG”
3. yesterday during highlights performance they threw plushies off the stage and i caught??? a white tiger !!!! it fell right into my hands !!! I OWN A PLUSHIE THAT MOST OF HIGHLIGHT HAS TOUCHED??? BRUH
4. met really great people like amelia (who gave me a win win fan and hyped me up ily thank u, u deserved that hat from up10tion smh @ that mom in front of us) and kat!!! (who i gave up10tion hitouch to and she gave me sheet masks?? so sweet, and we hung out so much and she bought hella nct albums and got her boy doyoung’s poster and gave me the win win sticker from it 💕 ily wooooo) and these two girls who we stood near both days in the platinum pit (never got their names rip they were so pretty and i hope curly haired girl took her heels off bc omg)
5. CHAEYOUNG PEACE SIGNED @ ME DURING THE LITTLE WALK AROUND PART BEFORE THEY LEAVE AT THE VERY END OF THE CONCERT, SHE LOOKED ME DEAD IN THE EYES AND SMILED AND PEACE SIGNED I WAS THE ONLY ONE DOING A PEACE SIGN AND TRYING TO GET HER ATTENTION IM SO !!! WEAK !! I almost CRIED 💖💖💞💞💖💞💞💖
5. ummm dude in up10tion wearing the black jacket with the zipper in the back was ?? gorgeous!? i might need to stan up10tion now, and cnblue was SO GOOD LIKE ??? fan service to the extreme also knk on day 1 has cake??? thighs ??? ass?? booty??? white pants with everything poppin, they were?? iconic
6. NCT 127 were SO GOOD live i wanted win win to notice me so bad but i feel like they didn’t really interact with the crowd that much except for Johnny, mark, and maybe jaehyun but then again maybe he interacted on the other side of the platinum pit idk but rip 😢😓😭 ily win win he was so precious his dancing killed me he looked so good?? we were both wearing white hats i feel like we have a connection
also MARK KILLED IT and yuta? taeil? doyoung? jaehyun? live vocals that spoke to my soul?? so ?? good??
this isn’t even everything i’m just a mess im sunburnt and thirsty and my feet are killing me but wow so much sooooo much in such little time
Lorna Morello is scared of thunderstorms, and a certain ex-junkie has become her only way of sleeping through them. Set vaguely in season 4. Pairing: Nicky Nichols x Lorna Morello Requester: no one
If there was one thing that freaked Lorna out (besides the constant feeling of impending doom that never wanted to leave her), it was thunderstorms. She knew it was irrational - the chances of getting hit by lightning was slim to none when she was outside, let alone indoors, but that didn’t leave her any less freaked out every time thunder rumbled in the distance, seemingly getting closer and closer with every round. It wasn’t a new issue - in fact, she’d lived with this since she was small and thunder first crashed around her.