#drittriot

@drittriot    :    sc.

Despite this being difficult as I’m totally unfamiliar with anything and everything SKAM, I really enjoyed messing with the aesthetics. I ultimately settled on Noora, the first noted muse you have, and I can only hope that this does her somewhat justice. Full version here!

❝ what? no, i can’t host ━ can’t you ? or   ━  maybe the boys have a place ?  ❞   she doesn’t want to have to ask jonas to see if the lake house is available, but maybe someone else can ask. or  ━  ❝ what about william ?  ❞

❛ did isak tell you that ?  he’s lying.  ❜   it’s all in good fun, laughter tinging his words instead of  any sort of conviction that isak would lie about him.  

        ❝   i   think   eskild   is   more   excited   about   me   living   here   than   you   are   .   ❞   teasing   smile   ghosts   across   his   lips   being   masked   by   lips   pursing   together   as   dark   eyes   lift   across   the   bed   to   view   the   blonde   .    ❝    maybe   i   should   share   a   room   with   him   instead   .   ❞   william   adds   ,   grasping   at   a   box   of   assorted   items   that   belonged   to   him   to   lift   and   place   onto   the   bed   .   in   truth   ,   william   couldn’t   have   been   more   thrilled   to   leave   behind   an   apartment   plagued   with   memories   that   caused   his   stomach   to   twist    and   anger   to   rise   beneath   the   surface   to   start   fresh   with   noora   .    ❝    where    should   i   start   putting   these   ?   ❞   a   stack   of   neatly   folded   shirts   are   lifted   into   view   and   brows   arch  with   the   question   .   /    @drittriot  ♡ ‘d.

         “ is . . . is that supposed to M E A N something to me ?? ” head cocks to the side as blue eyes widen in slight ( maybe FALSE ) surprise / confusion. the detective quietly taps his fingers against the table, not unlike a nervous tick. he’s not sure where this is going, but he’s not sure he LIKES it.

"Alright, you need to explain what the actual hell is going on.” Clary was stuck in a situation that she had no right in being in. She needed to get out, find somewhere safe, call the Institute, but she couldn’t. She was stuck. “And no, I’m the brother bull, I deserve answers when you ruin my life.”