#meldmeg

It was hard to say how Isak got into this situation in the first place. There were multiple people to blame and yet still, Isak knew that truthfully, he had full credit for all of it. He shouldn’t have gotten attached so fast. He shouldn’t have fell head over heels for someone that he hardly knew. Or actually.... knew a lot about and yet at the very same time, knew nothing at all. He shouldn’t have gotten so jealous and upset for someone that never really was his. Still, all of these thoughts weren’t there for him last night.  Isak could blame his emotions, his unstable emotions for what happened last night. He could blame the fact that he had been drinking. He could blame the fact that his best friend did not seem to care enough to follow him after he stormed out from Emma’s party. Just as he could throw blame on his friends for not understanding that there was something more going on to just his sudden weird actions and mood swings. And yet, here he was. 

SEND ME A 🎊 AND GET A BLOG REC. // accepting

🎊 = @ofvildes

It wouldn’t feel right to start by recommending someone other than my main bae, Amelia. I mean, she’s the one who bullied told me to watch Skam & gave me the idea to create a Skam indie blog, so is anyone really surprised that she’s my fave??? I just love her so much, as a friend and as a writer. She’s tolerated me for almost a year now and I’m super grateful for that bc she’s someone I definitely trust and love 100%. 

I also love writing with her, even if she constantly murders me with feels for our gay sons and daughters, because her writing is so !!!! and no matter which character she writes, she’ll do them justice and then some. If you’re following me but not her, I honestly don’t know what you’re doing with your life—you’re missing out on a real gem.

🎊 = @meldmeg

I’ll start with a single word: wow. Just wow. I wish I knew how to express myself more eloquently than that, but I can’t. Like, you know that feeling when you stumble upon a portrayal of a character so great that you can’t help but be all *hearteyes*? That’s what happened to me with this blog. Lowkey convinced Henrik Holm is writing this Even. Everything is just so on point - characterization, writing, everything. I also love how compatible our headcanons for Sonja and Even are, so that’s a definite plus. Unfortunately, aside from plotting messages,I haven’t yet had the pleasure of talking to her OOC a lot, but based on what we have + what I’ve seen on my dash, she seems like such a wonderful person. pls be my friend.

🎊 = @needspeople

               She’s in the middle of studying when she hears her phone buzz beside her. Instantly all plans of getting some work done fly out of the window; she closes her notebook and grabs her phone in almost haste. She can picture her father shaking head, mumbling something about teenagers and their obsession with technology. She can imagine complaints from Astrid she will inevitably hear tomorrow for not doing her part as well as the other girl had done hers. She can visualize the expression of disapproval on their teacher’s face, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about any of their reactions—she has done enough studying to deserve at least a small break.

               When she notices the name of the sender, the rise of an affectionate smile is instantaneous. It spreads to her eyes as well and Sonja finds her smiling widely at the phone’s screen, even before reading his messages. Just what she had missed. Even will be a perfect break, a wonderfully pleasant distraction from the woes of homework. With graceful movements of her lithe digits, she unlocks the device and opens his messages. She begins reading them and she’s still smiling—

                     —— Until she isn’t.

               Her eyes go over his messages over and over again. The realization is quick, yet it seems to seep into her bones rather slowly. She does not like it. She’d much rather endure horrible pain for a brief moment than experience continuous and dull ache for a longer period of time. At least that way it’d be over faster, but life rarely gives you what you want. ❝Even…❞ She whispers, even though she’s the only one who can hear her. She breathes in and she breathes out, but she doesn’t feel any better. She tries closing her eyes—perhaps that will ease the ache in her chest?

               ( It does not. )

               She considers her options, what she’ll do next, but who is she kidding? She doesn’t have to consider much at all. Sonja stands up from her bed and haphazardly gathers some items, unceremoniously shoving them into her bag. She exits her room and heads toward the door but stops because she ought to inform her parents of her whereabouts. She drops her bag on the floor, right next to her shoes, and walks to the kitchen. It doesn’t take long before she finds a piece of paper and a pen. The messages she scribbles down is short (”Staying at Even’s for a couple of days”. Everything’s ok”), but her parents will understand. 

               She leaves on the table and then she’s moving again. She practically runs, putting on her shoes as quickly as she’s capable of. Sonja doesn’t even bother putting on her jacket—she merely grabs it, and her bag, before she opens the front door and goes out. It’s only after she’s closed the door behind her that she realizes she hasn’t answered. While cursing herself mentally, she drops her jacket to the ground so she’ll have two free hands to type her reply.

( ✉ → even ) and there’s no mountain too high/ no river too wide/ sing out this song and i’ll be there by your side( ✉ → even ) storm clouds may gather/ and stars may collide ( ✉ → even ) but i love you until the end of time

               As soon as she’s sent the last message, she shoves her phone away, picks up her things and starts walking—though her speed is damn near running. She does not look to see if he’s replied, but then again it doesn’t matter. She will, after all, soon be there by his side.

[✉iMessage - Even]yeah completely

[✉iMessage - Even] cause youre always in control when youre shit faced