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Behave - Bruce Wayne x Amazon!Reader

Summary : You’re Diana Prince’s, aka Wonder Woman, little sister…And you’ve always been the rebel amongst the amazons, the black sheep. You left long ago, and got hitch with the famous Bruce Wayne, when a problem  brings you back to your home island of Themyscira.

Warning for language and mention of NSFW stuffs.

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-(Y/N), are you going to behave ? 

It’s always the same question. Over and over again. Yeah ok, true, you weren’t the calmest kid and your curiosity often lead to a lot of troubles but…Diana was kinda the same and no one ever told her to “behave”. 

Even now, as you were a grown ass woman, it was this good old question, that you just couldn’t stand anymore. It was moments like this, that made you glad you left all those years ago. 

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Being Diana little sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy at all. When you were born, much in the same way than her, molded in clay and brought to life by Zeus, your big sister was already a hero. 

She was already adulated by all on Themyscira island. Everyone always told you : “You see Diana ? Be like Diana”…And in a sense, you became a bit like her. 

Only, when the other amazons told you to take Diana as an example, they were talking about how well she fought, about her principles and other things like that ! Not her…stubbornness and strong will. 

Ultimately, being strong willed was a good thing but…Well, the only thing you took after your sister is the way she has, sometimes, that “I do whatever I want” kind of persona. But maybe a bit to much to the extreme. 

Because as a child, Diana listened to your mother, your aunt (that you unfortunately never met but heard a lot about), and other amazons while you ? You, you had trouble with authorities. 

You couldn’t stand people ordering you around. You hated when someone said you couldn’t do something…But the worst was that their explanation as to why you had to do things they said were stupid. 

“Do as I said because I’m an adult and I know better”, who decided of that ? “Don’t do that, we’ll explain to you later why you can’t do it”, that was so dumb ! Instead of explaining to you why you couldn’t do things, they’d just expect you to follow their order and…well, that wasn’t your nature. 

Besides, it was almost unbearable to always be compared to Diana. To always hear that she was better than you because of this, or because of that…Fortunately, you didn’t grew to resent her, but you did start to resent your entire people. 

None of them understood you. Not even your mother. 

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True Friends: Part 1/2 of 2

Two months is how long it took.

For the team to notice that Lance was upbeat and giddy, happy as ever.

It took two months, and that was only when they started to get suspicious.

Lance fought differently, as if he were never tired and as if he always had the confidence and rigor to keep going.

He seemingly never slept, he stayed up with Pidge, and no one ever saw him in his bedroom.

Lance was constant happy, constant go, constant… Lance.

Or was it?

Voltron was cornered, stranded on a planet with Galra ships, Haggar and Zarkons forces, all surrounding them.
There was no way out.

They stood in a protective circle, like the one they had trained (and failed) in, watching with narrowed eyes as the Galra-Altean approached them now.

“Voltron, how nice to see all of you here.” Haggar paused for a moment, head turning towards Lance, and smirked.

“Almost all of you.”

Lance grinned, “Flattered, I am. But I’m gonna kick your glowy Galran butt!”

His teammates exchanged looks, before turning back to Haggar to glare. The gears in their heads could be seen turning in their eyes.

“Charismatic as ever, I see. Tell me, blue paladin, when is the last time you slept?”

It was odd, and everyone felt it.

Lance was too open, he didn’t seem worried at all in the grave situation they were in.

Months ago, he would have been serious and attentive.

Haggar, too, was not herself.

She had this underlying tone that she knew something, had something dangling over the team’s heads that none of them were grasping at.

If only they knew.

“Um.” Lances confidence faltered, but he kept on smiling. “There’s no time to sleep when I’m hunting you down and setting you up for defeat!”

The team stared, watching the exchange.
What in the quiznak was going on?

Haggar tilted her head, white hair dangling around her shoulders and eyes glowing under the hood.

“Perhaps…two months?” She murmured, teeth brushing her lip as she spoke, something mocking in her voice.

You would have thought the Paladins would have picked up on what was going on.

The hints were obvious and even if they weren’t, something should have been tying together from the strange behavior.

You would have thought.

But hadn’t Lance thought the same thing, the real Lance, about them knowing who he was?

And yet they hadn’t.

Even now, they still couldn’t wrap their minds around what was happening. They still didn’t know.

Lance furrowed his brows, and for the first time in months his demeanor faltered. “Two months? Maybe, my perception of time has been wack since the clone situation…”

It was Hunk who tensed.

Ah. There it was.

There’s that true friend, that was a little bit too late. Two months late to be exact.

((To be continued….))

For the next four days, the queue is set to run from 3 pm to 9 pm. Twelve posts a day. I need to finish posting gen 2 because (like you’ll notice in one of the posts today) what you see now happened more than a month ago in my game and I just want it to be over so we can get to different things. I don’t know guys, I’m kinda getting sick of only having Sims 4 in the queue and I feel bad about that because I love those sims but ya know… :D

Every Day (Part 2) - Calum Hood

Thank you to those who requested a part 2 for this! Hope you enjoy it :)

Part 1 

SUMMARY: Somehow along the lines of their relationship, Calum and Y/N fuck up and Y/N is tired of a failing relationship lingering on. She ends things but Calum is dumbfounded and tries to fix it with constant pleading. She doesn’t budge and so Calum’s logical idea is to send her a bouquet of flowers every day for every day that he loves her. 


The past two weeks have been pretty eventful. In which the only “event” was opening your front door and finding a bouquet of flowers laying there. Every. Day. 

On Day 8 and every day after that, Calum started sending bigger cards. Like the regular sized cards that you’d buy for someone’s birthday or graduation instead of the small notecards that usually came with bouquets. He wrote that he upgraded to a bigger size because “if I just wrote the number of days then I’d be counting down the days until I die. So I decided to write more than that. That way it’ll feel like I still get to talk to you… Even though you most likely won’t write me back.” 

Despite this going on for just a short time it’s become a part of what you do everyday. Wake up, open the front door, and pick up the flowers that he left there. You didn’t really react to it much other than reading the card and putting the flowers in some water. You didn’t text him, call him, or track him down. All you did was anticipate the next day. You thought to yourself that maybe these are just baby steps to talking to him again. But right now you wanted a bit of space. Ironic since he’s been giving you a bit of space the past two months. 

You also thought initially that maybe he just got them delivered to you (he admitted this also on Day 8 when he upgraded to bigger cards) but no he actually wakes up everyday, buys a bouquet of flowers (a different kind each day), goes all the way to your house from wherever he is, and leaves it right at the foot of the door. 

You have to give him props though for always seeming to go at a time where you aren’t leaving your house to go out. He didn’t really have a plan either since each time was different. He didn’t always go at noon or at night. And you were kind of grateful for that because it would’ve been slightly awkward if you caught him setting them down. 

He knew you were hurt and still are but he accepts the fact that you guys are broken up but he’s determined for a second chance. Some days you wished something tragic and scandalous happened to your guys’ relationship just so that there seemed to be a good enough reason as to how you guys ended like this especially after being together for four years. But no, really what had happened was that you two argued, he turned into a sarcastic smart ass so you stopped trying to talk to him and he seemed to act like he didn’t mind. The two of you got so used to the lack of communication that nothing was ever resolved. You guys had those two months to try and fix things but was it too late now? 

CALUM’S POV 

I moved back in with Ashton the night Y/N told me to leave. I left at her request and didn’t push it any further seeing how tired she looked, and I don’t mean I want to sleep tired but more so this relationship is draining me tired. Every argument we had she would cry and yell at me. This time around she still cried but never once rose her voice at me. And that was more scary than anytime she has ever screamed at me. 

“I don’t know mate, do you think I’m the one to blame?” I asked Ashton as we sat at his table eating breakfast. I haven’t really told him the whole story rather than “Y/N and I broke up but I need to go buy her flowers everyday.“ In which he looked at me as if I went crazy. 

"No, I think the both of you are to blame. You guys both stopped talking to each other and both didn’t really do anything about it." 

"Yeah I guess you’re right. I just can’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty. Because to be honest…” Ashton stopped eating and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “I kind of liked feeling like I wasn’t in a relationship. There was no obligations or responsibilities I mean I don’t know if that’s normal for couples to feel like that every now and then. But- you know I liked not having to worry about her whereabouts and if she was having fun at a party I dragged her too or at some dinner with friends. I liked not having to text her where I’m at, what I’m doing, or some other shit I don’t know. My mind is just a mess. I just know I definitely don’t feel that way anymore.” I slumped back in the chair, looking at the food that I didn’t even want to eat anymore. 

Ashton looked down, trying to figure out what the best thing is that he could say to me. “I mean, it makes sense I guess. Kind of like how parents want to get away from their kid every now and then. You know just go on a vacation with their husband or wife, go on a date night, or have some alone time but at the end of the day they’re always gonna think about their child and love their child. So yeah, I think everyone needs some space once in a while." 

"But it was two months Ash,” I commented back, “parents probably don’t go on vacation without their kid for two months until they’re old enough to look after themselves or moved out already. They probably just go on a weekend getaway or whatever.” I saw Ashton’s face react to what I said, knowing that I did make a pretty a good point. But it was true. Two months was way too long to neglect a significant other. "You know when I walked in and she was FaceTiming her best friend that was probably the first time I heard her voice sound quirky and hearing her giggling. And I wish she was doing all that to me but the moment she turned around and saw me she completely changed her attitude. Then that’s when she told me.“ 

"And your plan is to leave her flowers everyday at her door?" 

"Well yeah. I know her. She’s not gonna want to talk to me. So my plan is to indirectly talk to her." 

Ashton nodded and grabbed both of our plates to clean up. I got up myself and put my shoes on, needing to go to the florist since today was a particular special day. 

Y/N’s POV 

Today was your birthday. You weren’t doing anything to celebrate besides hanging out with your best friend. He insisted on flying over to spend a little over a week with you saying it was no big deal. You asked him to at least stay with you to help him cut down on expenses from paying for a hotel. 

"Flowers huh? Sounds pretty romantic." 

"Well he does have quite a lot to make up for for not being so romantic the past months." 

‘A lot to make up for’? So you’re gonna give him another chance?“ 

You looked at your best friend sitting in the passenger seat, thinking to yourself that maybe that wasn’t the nicest choice of words. "It’s complicated,” is all you said back to him. 

“Y/N, you guys were together for four years. That’s a long ass time. I just could never picture you guys being broken up." 

"Well we are.” You said sternly. 

“For now,” he said back quietly. And you looked at him again and saw a little smirk on his face. 

After picking him up from the airport, you just parked in the driveway since you’ll be going out later anyways for a birthday dinner. You opened the front door as he rolled in his luggage. 

“Oh shoot, I forgot to fix up your room.” You told him, quickly realizing that you left the bedsheets in the dryer. 

“Oh that’s no problem, no rush.” He followed you to the guest room to put his suitcase away. As soon as he set it down, he patted his pockets looking for his phone but thinking he might have left it in your car. “Y/N I think I left my phone in your car." 

"Huh? Oh my keys are on the counter,” you said gathering all the linen out of the dryer. 

Y/BF/N left you busy fixing up the guest bedroom to get his phone. He grabbed your keys and went out the front door only to open it to a surprise. 

“Woah Calum?" 

"Y/BF/N?” He quickly shut the door so you wouldn’t hear them. Y/BF/N just caught Calum dropping off the flowers. And not just one bouquet, but seven. 

“Uh- You probably know but uh- the flowers are kind of-” Calum stuttered. 

“It’s alright Cal, she told me what happened.” He walked to your car to get his phone. “Um, but I’m here for her birthday. I don’t want you to think that I like moved in or something and we started-" 

"Oh yeah no, no. It’s cool. I would never think that about you,” Calum said setting the bouquets down neatly at the door. 

Y/BF/N stood there closing the car door after finding his phone, feeling completely awkward that he felt the need to clear the air in case Calum thought Y/N moved on to her best friend and he backstabbed Calum. 

“Okay, great, well now I feel awkward,” Y/BF/N said back to him and Calum laughed at that. 

“Yeah, well, can you just make sure she gets the flowers,” Calum asked pretty sadly, embarrassed that your best friend knew the state of your guys’ relationship. 

"Yeah man, I gotchu.” Y/BF/N patted Calum on the back. 

Calum and Y/BF/N weren’t exactly best friends but they weren’t acquaintances either. They said a quick goodbye before Y/N would get curious as to why it’s taking so long to find his phone. He opened the front door again and called out for her once Calum was completely gone. 

“Y/N! You have a delivery.” You walked out of the guest room to see Y/BF/N standing there with bouquets of flowers at his feet. He bent over to pick them up, closing the door with his foot, and setting them down on the table. 

“He was just here?" 

"Yeah, he looked pretty fucking sad Y/N." 

You ignored his comment too busy looking for the card that was always there. You immediately found a white envelope in the bunch of red roses and brought it over to the couch. Y/BF/N followed and hunched behind you from the couch. He peeked over to read it and you didn’t pull away to keep it for your eyes only. Seeing as you told Y/BF/N everything and they happened to have just awkwardly seen each other minutes ago, it was okay for you to let him see what kind of things Calum writes to you. 

You opened the envelope and pulled out the card. It read: 

Day 15 

"Today is your birthday… So on top of sending just one bouquet I thought I’d mix it up a bit and send you a bouquet of peonies, hydrangeas, roses, lilies, and some other flowers that I forgot what the florist said. These bouquets are as beautiful as I view you. I always thought you were beautiful. And I hope I can see your beautiful face again. Happy Birthday Y/N." 

"Damn,” Y/BF/N said still looking at the card. “He. Really. Isn’t. Joking.” You laughed at him and put the card away while going over to put all the flowers in a vase. 

“Y/N I think I’m finally going to give you some advice." 

"Oh this should be good,” you said with a smile on your face. 

“Only because this is a sad situation for the both of you but… Calum’s trying. The both of you fucked up the past two months of your relationship but he’s trying. Don’t you think you owe him something back?" 

You stared at him, not really sure where he was going with this but wanting him to continue. "Like what?" 

"Like talking to him face to face? It would be easier for him than trying to fit what he wants to say on a card." 

"No, I don’t want to talk to him. I’m not ready to talk to him." 

"But you like getting these flowers Y/N. You like finding a card with them and reading each one and what he says. I saw how quick you were to find that envelope and open it. If you didn’t care you wouldn’t have even bothered to bring in the flowers." 

Ok he had a point. You’re still mad about how things happened and how they ended but you had to admit this whole flower bouquet thing is a pretty sweet gesture. You looked down and leaned against the counter. 

"I may not have been here for each bouquet he sent and will send in the future but I am your best friend Y/N and I know you like getting them. I don’t like seeing you not happy." 

"I’m gonna start getting ready.” You said back to him, completely ignoring what he last said. But he was right. You aren’t happy but you were happy with Calum. But when things were in that “honeymoon phase” between you two. And now all you have are flowers and a card to look forward to from him. But why are you so scared to actually confront him and talk about it again? Like deeply talk about it. Because truthfully, you’re scared that things will gradually go back to what they came to be. 

The weirdest yet the most sensible way that Y/N could describe receiving daily bouquets from Calum was being in a relationship with a ghost who was alive. He was there but he was not. And they didn’t talk, but in a way, they sort of did. 

You celebrated your birthday with Italian food and wine. It wasn’t that extravagant but you did have a strong love for Italian food and wine. 

For the next week that Y/BF/N was here for was spent by watching movies, going shopping, eating out, and hanging with other friends. But of course he had to go back home. As you drove him to the airport you were feeling kind of sad that he had to go. You were having so much fun with him and having someone be at home with you that you didn’t want to be alone again. 

“Call me Y/N. Anytime. Any day. I mean it,” he said while hugging you. You softly told him goodbye and gave him a smile as you watched him walk into check-in. You got back into your car and drove back home. Back to a place that would be quiet and lonely again. You woke up pretty early today and decided to go straight to your bed for a little nap. 

Once you woke up again it was around 5:00 and you decided to start making dinner. It has become a habit to turn on the TV whenever you were doing anything. Hearing talking in the background didn’t make you feel so alone in the house. You ate dinner in front of the TV and spent the rest of the night on YouTube and FaceTiming your best friend when he had finally landed safely. And before you knew it, you were back in bed. 

“God living alone is so boring,” you thought to yourself as you pulled back the covers. You stayed up a bit scrolling through your phone until you realized something, making your eyes go wide and letting a gasp escape your mouth. 

You quickly got out of bed, ran down the stairs, and opened the front door. You thought back to today’s activities. Going out to check the mail. Driving to get breakfast with Y/BF/N. Dropping him off at the airport. Coming back home and napping. Cooking dinner. Watching TV. Talking on the phone. But nothing. You stared at the ground outside for a while and thought that if a neighbor saw you right now they’d probably think you look crazy. 

But you had a good reason to feel a little crazy right now. 

You hadn’t received a single bouquet of flowers that day.


And there’s part 2! As always, let me know what you think and if you want to read a part 3!

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“w - well, you’re my hero, preston!!”

WHAAT IT’S DONE. finally! :D this is my half of an art trade with the incredible @defenestratin, featuring their sole survivor malcom reeves with preston! thanks to my being ill, this piece is months in the making - but i adore mal, so this was absolutely a real treat to do either way. ;3; i’m glad to finally finish it! thanks again for trading with me, sou, and for being so patient. ♥ ♥ ♥

also: please check out their half HERE, i’m completely in love with it. *u*

nerdy-nonbinary  asked:

I know you're not an advice blog, but you are the only NB adult I have seen, in real life or on the internet, who is out, proud, and has a job outside of the LGBT+ community. Do the people at your lab use your pronouns? Do they respect your gender? I'm asking as a terrified 15 yer old who's scared they'll never find a job where they will be respected as a NB person. Thank you for your response.

[[Quick disclaimer: although I say ‘work’ a lot I am technically still an undergrad student - I have to work in a research lab for 9 months as part of my degree and I’m not paid for it/am not technically ‘employed’ by the university, but because it’s pretty much 9-5 almost every day it’s more like a job than study for me]]

I am indeed and out-and-proud NB adult (ish? I don’t feel like one lmao) but technically I am not out to anyone in the research group save for a few other undergrads who knew me otherwise. Part of the reason is there are only ever like three other people that use my lab,and if they’re in there at the same time as me we don’t really talk much so it’s not really an issue. They would probably be fine with it if I did actually ask them but I’ve never bothered to bring it up because I barely ever see them. The other part of the reason is that I was waiting for the ‘right moment’ to mention it to my supervisor but that never happened and now it’s kind of too late ( I only have like two months left anyway so I can manage until then). I suppose that’s a weak excuse but because nobody really talks to me/about me there’s no particular risk of misgendering on a daily basis, and because this project is a huge part of my degree I didn’t want to kick up a fuss with my crusty-old-white-dude supervisor and put my grades at risk

However if I end up working in the lab again after I graduate (there’s a technician job going) I will bring it up the first opportunity I get and I will make sure everybody in the group knows, even the ones I don’t speak to. My university has a super-strong trans-positive policy so I know I will be able to demand respect and that people will be held accountable if they don’t. Any job that apply for from here on in I will make my identity and pronouns blatantly clear, I am adamant about that. 

Please don’t be scared!! I know it’s worrying and I’m worried about it too but honestly I think it’s a perfectly reasonable request to ask of your employer and they are legally not allowed to discriminate against hiring you because of your gender identity. There are websites out there which list LGBT-friendly employers and job offers which are always worth looking through as well. 

It's the Same ~ Joshua Ch.2

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: Prince!au, Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Drama, Classical!au

A/N: Recently I watched Princess and the Frog and I got so inspired, so I decided to share this series with you. It’s a lil’ different but I hope you like it. Enjoy! 2nd part of the series.

Ch.1 ||  Ch.2

Originally posted by performanceunit

“I was stating the fact.”


You felt Joshua’s grip tightened on the basket. You probably thought he’s just tired and hurrying to reach the castle. Without a response from the man in front of you, you decided to cut the silence. 

“Is something the matter, Prince Joshua?” You asked with concern. “If there are some more pastries you would like to have, I am honored to-” 

He gently touched your wrist with his hand, one carrying the basket. “It is a-alright. This basket is enough for the 4 of us.” He let out a heavy sigh before speaking again. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He forced a smile.

Ah so princes do have this side of them? I thought they were all brats and cocky. Fairytales. 

You thought to yourself maybe he’s different. Maybe the books you’ve read as a child were not you think they were.

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My Fanders Sides tag but late

Ha ha whoops I’m late to the train

So I’ve wanted to do this tag for a while now, and I finally got around to it.

I was never tagged but oh well

This tag was created by the wonderful @pansexualroman and I have admired other’s sides, so now it’s my turn like two months too late whoops

Sorry for doing this so awkwardly late I’m actually stupid but here they are~

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Negativity/Nova
-she/her
-soft gay™
-constantly tired
-loves thunderstorms they make her happy
-embodies my anxiety, pessimism, self-doubt, fears and stress
-always stressed or worried about something
-grumbles constantly, reluctant to do stuff with the others
-freaks out around strangers
-tries to be intimidating (and succeeds if you don’t know her) but when you get to know her, the most cuddly and adorable child you’ve ever seen, 10/10 would cuddle again - review by cameron
-just needs a hug

description:
always in a black jumper, usually wears shorts, barefoot where possible
usually on her phone, listening to sad songs, wrapped up in a blanket in a room where the air conditioner is on its lowest setting
usually has her hair out, except when she’s pissed off
when she puts her hair up, you fucking run

Creativity/Cameron
-they/them
-the one that embodies my musical side, writing and anything to do with the arts
-the loud gay™
-no seriously this is my gay
-LOVES SNOW HOLY SHIT
-FAVE SEASON IS WINTER THEYRE THE ONE MAKING SNOWMEN CONSTANTLY
-they’re my self-confidence
-houses my passion for everything
-the reason I become obsessed with shit
-constantly singing or dancing. always
-the most romantic fucking little twat-
-has a swearing problem
-enjoys blasting songs from musicals and singing to them bc sINCERELY ME IS PERFECT AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWI-

description:
always wanting to wear flower crowns but never does
wears their hair down bc that’s the most comfortable but it’s usually wrapped up in a beanie
wears merch, whether from a youtuber, band or tv show
never wears girly shit or a bra bc they hate it when people call them a girl
they like sweatpants but they’re usually wearing leggings

Logic/Laura
-she/her
-my intelligence
-my passion for learning
-also has a passion for girls *cough* cody *cough*
-loves researching, always eager to learn
-knows everything, recalls stupid random facts in times of need
-in saying that, cannot remember anything for the life of her
-stupid little things like catch-up lessons and something someone said to you two seconds ago are forgotten bc of her honestly
-likes rain, it helps her focus, fave season is autumn tho bc trees and plants and wildlife are really interesting, did you know-
-feelings do not compute
-one of the reasons why I have no idea how to comfort my friends
-despite everything, she’s super cool
-and super pretty - review by cody
-the chill friend
-constantly drinking coffee and is always tired
-likes classical music, but also enjoys musicals

description:
she wears round glasses (bc she bLIND) and has her hair up in a messy top bun, it always looks like it’s been up for a couple of days and strands are sticking out
usually wears jeans and an oversized sweater bc the soft fabric helps her think straight
she’s the palest bc the only time she goes outside is if she wants an example of something, which is probably only like three days a week
still has freckles tho (is the most prone to acne bc research stresses her out sometimes but it’s not too bad)

Compassion/Cody
-she/her/they/them (doesn’t mind)
-extremely happy and bubbly p much all the time
-but when she’s angry, she’s anGRY (angry kisses are a thing she does)
-my friendly side
-also the side that makes me get really excited over shit like baby otters
-obsessed with kittens and wants all the cats in the world bC ALL CATS ARE PERFECT AND WONDERFUL AND-
-accepting, warm, the one that loves hugs
-affectionate af
-loves the sun, favourite season is spring
-always listening
-doesn’t like talking about her own feelings
-she always bottles up her anger, sadness and jealousy and it comes out in scary bursts sometimes, everyone loves her all the same
-always there to give out hugs to those in need
-loves dad jokes
-holy shit do they love dad jokes
-pours her heart into everything
-tries to protect everyone
-a giant nerd™

description:
wears a plaid button up t-shirt, usually wearing her reading glasses bc they like them so much
her hair is usually out except when she’s exercising, baking or reading
they wear shorts all the time, she and laura are the only two that shave (nova doesn’t shave her legs, and Cameron just lets it growwww)
she’ll wear caps if they’re available
has the most freckles bc she loves the sun

relationships with each other:

Nova and Cameron:
They always argue over stupid things, with Nova wanting to not do stuff and Cameron wanting to try eVERYTHING
Their arguments are super heated but always end up resolved if Laura comes to help
But they really enjoy each other’s company, Cameron likes to cheer Nova up by dramatically performing their favourite songs to her
Nova sometimes sings to Cameron to cheer them up when their ego takes a hit, Nova lowkey is the best singer of them all
Lots of cuddling during movie nights

Nova and Laura
They like to discuss things a lot, Laura helps Nova see things without a pessimistic lens and Nova also helps point out all possible ways something could turn out bad bc sometimes, even Laura misses something important
Other than that, they don’t interact much, perhaps the odd book recommendation

Nova and Cody:
Cody always finds herself calming Nova down
Nova sometimes gets annoyed that Cody is so positive all the time, she doesn’t understand it
Cody’s always the one to drag Nova along to something, whether it be a picnic or a sports game
Nova is incredibly grateful to have Cody ground her, but she’d never admit it

Cameron and Laura:
They work really well together to come up with ideas, Cameron puts in different ideas for stories while Laura does the research to make sure it is factually correct
If Cameron comes to Laura for yet another idea for a story, they’ll write it together
Usually Cameron does the initial draft, then Laura tries to add in more interesting words and make sure words aren’t repeated constantly
They’re the reason I do so well in English

Cameron and Cody:
They don’t get along all that well, because Cameron always wants to do dangerous things and Cody just wants to protect everyone she can
They do get along when discussing LGBTQIA+ issues though, bc that’s something that relates them to one another
That’s about it though, they don’t really talk much

Cody and Laura:
They’re THAT gay couple
Cody helps Laura learn about feelings and stuff, while Laura helps make sure Cody doesn’t believe in stupid things that definitely aren’t correct
Because of Cody, Laura has a passion about psychology, and is the reason I want to be a psychiatrist or psychologist. Them working so well together is a reason why I’m enthusiastic about school and learning, and that I’m able to function well around adults.
They’re constantly supporting each other, kisses are always exchanged between them
When baking, Cody’s always telling Laura the instructions don’t have to be followed exactly as they’re written
Which makes no fucking sense to Laura but ‘okay, you’re the chef’
Cody’s always telling Laura to watch her language
They rarely fight, but when they do, it’s INTENSE and always ends in tears

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Uhh that was it? I hope I did that right lmao

In all honesty I don’t know who hasn’t done it yet? But I’m supposed to tag as many people as Sides I created so I hope you guys haven’t done it yet so I don’t look like even more of a fool:

@momfriendlogan, @make-it-more-gay, @fearinghope, @ace-anxiety-sanders

I feel silly for only doing this now but??? It’s still a good tag??

Me: *remembers I meant to join a tfc thing a while ago* *casually continues to forget*

Initial SKAM finale reactions that literally no one asked for...

And that are like two months too late. But I need to dump these somewhere and the internet seemed as good enough a place to do it. 

V I L D E

  • Vilde’s clip made my heart feel fragile. I have a friend who reminds me of her and that kind of faked happiness. I desperately want to give her a hug. 

 H E Y  B R I S K E B Y

  • Yousef dropping everything to answer Sana’s call while filming is everything. 
  • I lied. The balloon squad doing a voiceover of his call is everything (“Yousef… You’re following me and I can tell you’re stalking me on social media. I’ve had enough of you.”) 
  • Just to bring it home: THE BALLOON SQUAD IS SICK OF YOUSEF TALKING ABOUT SANA. 
  • Elias “My bro dumped me for my sister” Bakkoush 

P - C H R I S

  • P. Chris is still very very attractive. Would just like to reiterate that. 
  • Wow, deja vu (Eva pushing her fuckboy off the bed).
  • *on the subject of P. Chris and Eva* “I’m sure you’ll figure that out” Um… lady we’ve been waiting four seasons.

J O N A S

  • Emma? No, thank you. What’s the return policy on irrelevant characters? 
  • Shitty, nosy, gossipy boys… I missed them. 
  • So does P. Chris have Penetrator-Chris on his driver’s license? Does his mom call him Penetrator-Chris too?
  • “Uh, I’m Catholic.” Iconic. 
  • MAGNUS IMITATING WILLIAM’S HAIR.

C H R I S

  • Noora bringing back those season two outfits, girl. (How sad is it that I remember that top?)
  • Chris Berg is a top-notch friend bc Lord knows I love mine and I would never lend them 100 dollars to buy a top. 
  • Not even going to comment on Emma.
  • This lady is just casually giving life advice with a dildo on her desk. Goals. 
  • Chris, you are the absolute best friend Vilde could have asked for since DAY ONE IN THAT CLUB BATHROOM. 
  • Damn, I need this school nurse in my life. 

E V E N  + H E Y  B R I S K E B Y

  • Of course, this extra ass thirsty hoe made a YouTube video. No, I’m not crying, you are. 
  • I love being able to see Even from his perspective and see how he sees Isak. Fuck, I love Even’s character. 
  • And can I just say, s1 Isak would not have been able to handle that but s4 Isak is like “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME AND MY BOYFRIEND!?" 
  • MY BOYYYYYS (all of them). My heart, you guys, is so full rn. 

W I L L I A M

  • Is this the wrong time to admit Noora and William are why I started watching Skam? Idk man, I still love them. They have their problems and shit (and I do want to talk about why people have an issue w/him), but they’re crazy for each other. Like they’re just this embodiment of heady, visceral, overwhelming first love. That feeling of "I will die without this person” is just such a big part of being a teenager in love and feeling like everything that happens is just so monumental. And that’s not to say that love afterward isn’t as fulfilling in other ways, but nothing really has the same immensity and fire of your first romance? 

E S K I L D  &  L I N N

  • Everyone needs an Eskild in their life. I need an Eskild. You need an Eskild. We all need an Eskild. And if you’re the Eskild in people’s lives… thank you for being you. 
  • Watch me tear up over my two favorite roommates. 

D E A R  S A N A 

  • Omg omg omg I’m about to cry is this the end really? 
  • The toilet paper rooooolls. 
  • Isak coercing his bf into making food for him. I could watch them eat forever. 
  • *cough* So… Evak takes Morocco spin-off? Anyone?
  • Omg, Noora you dirty girl. 
  • YO, ESKILD POWERPOINT PRESENTATIONS ARE MY LIFE. 
  • Isak/Sana friendship, guys. 
  • Vilde and Chris break my heart and put it back together. 
  • P-Chris looks A+ in that shirt. 


  • Um, what the actual fuck just happened. 
  • I am laughing so fucking hard. Is this why people are so pissed?
  • SPEECH TIME GET READY FOR MY TEARS.
  • … Just picture me sobbing profusely on top of my laptop. That’s about accurate.
  • That ending left me emotionally exhausted folks.
  • I want to discuss why it’s so great, but that will be for another time.
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Seriously every few months I’ll get an ask and then suddenly see that I’ve got three or four unanswered asks from like months ago, why did they show up now, why did I never get an indication, This keeps Happening. I swear I’m not ignoring you guys but now its too late to reply its been two months its awkward now.