#brionbroadway

[operationslipperypuppet]

You are like the definitive naddpod blog for me. I mute the tag when a new ep comes out until I can listen, but I always go back and read your reactions. (And you created hot murph week, which I celebrate year round).

oh wow thanks so much!

i’m happy my episode to episode insanity is appreciated lol.

and of course, hot murph week is a state of mind.

ask game

[niranshands]

23 and 30!

23: thoughts on the book u just finished (no spoilers):

okay well just is a little bit of a stretch but the last book i finiished was pulp! it’s a wonderful story about lesbians and pulp fiction with like a dual narrative of one person from the 50s writing lesbian pulp fiction and a hs student from modern day researching into pulp fiction and also being gay

i LOVED IT! i feel like i told u about it already actually, but anyway, everyone should read it, although at first i was quite slow in reading it once i got half way i just couldnt put it down barely, it was so good and like nothing ive ever read before so it was rlly refreshing! 10/10 would read again if i could read (i am currently jared, 19,)

30: song that makes u wanna boogie!

well, in a shocking turn of events, that will surprise literally no one, its a song by 5sos that they just released, it’s called wildflower, and honestly i love it so much i wanna dance to it always

thank u my lovely lovely bri!

[irazor]

Ohh, 77? ❤

Here you go! ❤️ It’s a bit sad, but I hope you’ll like it anyway.

77. ”There is nothing wrong with you.”

He can’t say at what point their sleepovers turned awkward.

When they started feeling… complicated, somehow.

When, all of a sudden, there was an new importance to Even’s words, his casual touches, the sound of his light snores from the mattress on the floor.

When it wasn’t just fun and games and ice cream in pillow forts anymore.

He can’t remember when he stopped falling asleep at the same time Even did – when he just started lying here, staring at the ceiling, listening to Even’s breathing, thinking.

Has it been weeks, months? Half a year? A whole year, even?

All he knows is that it isn’t the same anymore.

For as long as he can remember, it’s been a general rule that Even stays over when he and his parents come over for dinner. And with their dads being best friends ever since university, still working in the same business, and them living only a few blocks apart, it’s been a regular event for as long as Isak can remember.

Later on, it happened more and more often that Even came over on his own. Or that Isak went over to his.

Somehow, Even has always just… been there.

Even with two years between them, it’s always been natural. Almost as if they’d been siblings, or cousins, sometimes saying and thinking the same things.

Effortless. Easy.

So why is it that it’s become like this all of a sudden?

Why is it that every time Even laughs nowadays, there’s a new, aching kind of warmth running through his chest? Why does a tingle run down his spine when their hands brush, or when Even shoves him lightly as he loses in Mario Kart once again? Why can’t he look away from that sliver of skin showing between Even’s pants and his t-shirt as he leans forward to turn of the console, or reaches for a glass in the upper cabinet?

Why is it that lying here on his bed, watching Even’s eyelashes fan out over his cheeks, makes his insides writhe with longing, like a both dull and searing ache?

It’s not only that he knows how utterly wrong it is – he can only imagine the look on his parent’s faces if they knew. If they had any idea of the indecent thoughts that ran through his head during dinner when Even’s leg accidentally brushed against his.

Or if they knew that he’s lying right here, right now, under their roof, in the room next to theirs, thinking only about all the things he wishes Even would do to him. What he would do to Even, if he’d let him.

It’s also that.

That even despite how strained, how freaked out Isak feels over this recent development, Even doesn’t seem to notice a single thing.

He’s just the same as he’s always been. He just laughs, that familiar singing, happy laugh that makes his whole face light up. Smiles, just as usual, as he teases Isak, but always with that fond look on his face. Asks him how his week in school has been, and really listens to what he says in return, even if it’s only good or I don’t know or okay, I guess.

That’s probably the worst part of it all. The absolute knowledge that Even, whatever this is that Isak feels, does not feel the same thing in return.

Why can’t he just fucking be like everybody else?

Like it wasn’t enough that his mum has been acting up lately again, or that even Jonas seems to be distancing himself from him, spending far too much time with his new girlfriend and sometimes leaving Isak to wander the schoolyard alone at break time, feeling even more exposed –

One more look at Even’s peaceful face, hand under his cheek, hair falling soft across his forehead, and he’s had enough.

He turns to his other side, facing the wall, holding his breath to stop the sob that threatens to spill out. The wallpaper is torn in places, the elephants and blue balloons fading at the edges. His father has promised to repaint his room into something more fitting for a fourteen-year old boy for ages now, but he never seems to remember.

Finally, he has to draw a breath, and the second he does, there’s nothing that can stop it. He’s trying to keep it down, to let his tears fall as silently as possible, but he must be doing a half-assed job, because suddenly he can feel the mattress dip behind him, and a familiar warmth against his back and his legs.

“Isak? What’s wrong?” Even’s voice is so soft, so deep, so considerate that it makes him want to rip his own heart out. As if Isak ever could tell him what’s wrong.

When the only thing that’s wrong is him.

He exhales, and brings the corner of the duvet up to wipe away the wetness on his cheeks. “It’s – it’s nothing. Just tired.”

“Isak.” The concern in Even’s voice wraps around him, suffocating. “Will you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He can feel Even rise on his elbow behind him, and if it’s one thing he doesn’t want right now, it’s for him to see his red, swollen eyes, the snot running from his nose, his puffy face. He’ll have to give him something, just to keep him away. “Everything. Or, you know. It’s just me.”

Even lies back down, but his weight doesn’t leave Isak’s side. Instead, he lifts his arm and lets it come up to rest against Isak’s chest, drawing them even closer together, so close that Isak can feel his breath at the nape of his neck.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” Even’s voice is low, sincere, vibrating through his back.

And even if he knows it’s a lie, even if the truth is so far away from what he can ever tell Even, this is the only thing he has to hold on to in this moment.

So, no matter how wrong it is, he holds on to Even’s arm over his chest, breathes in, then out, and waits for sleep.

[daigina3]

62! For Evak

s62. “Please Shut up. Just shut up.”

Even always loves to tease him. Isak knows the way he blushes and acts offended and tough make Even smile every time. 

So Isak keeps blushing and posturing, every time. Because Isak would walk on coal barefoot, so long as it meant he could see Even smile. 

It’s a normal Sunday, and they’re walking to the coffee shop two blocks from their new apartment in Trøndheim. The cold wind has already turned both their noses red. They’re not four minutes out in the cold before Isak seriously regrets not bringing his gloves. 

He always forgets his stupid gloves. And every time he does, Even asks him about it. And every time, Isak insists its not that cold. 

Except it is that cold. This time, anyway.

He tries shoving his hands in his coat pocket, but with his keys and phone in one pocket and his wallet in the other, he can just barely get his fingers in. 

“You okay, babe?” Even asks.

“Yeah, fine,” Isak insists, walking down the street with only the tips of his fingers jammed into his bomber jacket, no big deal.

“Where are your gloves?” Even gives an exaggerated glance at Isak’s pockets.

“Don’t need ‘em,” he insists, like a liar. “It’s not even cold.”

“Oh?” Even says in that tone, and Isak already knows where this is going. “I didn’t know I was dating a big strong man who doesn’t feel the cold.” 

Isak tries not to smile. He sticks his nose in the air and agrees, he is indeed impervious to all the elements. 

“All?” Even puts a gloved hand to his heart in mock-shock and awe. Isak bets that hand is pretty warm right now. “I knew my boyfriend was strong, but all the elements? That’s super hero level. Do you think Proffesor Xavier has a public number we could call?”

“Shut up, Even,” Isak tries holding it in, but its no use. A giggle escapes. 

“No this is serious! I mean, I’ve always thought your hands were amazing, baby, but this-”

“Oh my God, please shut up, Even.” Isak stops in his tracks- becasue Even basically just yelled at the top of his lungs in public that Isak’s good with his hands. “Just shut up.”

Even takes his wrists and pries them away from his face, both of them laughing. Even’s smiling so big and Isak thinks he could disappear in that smile. Or hopes he will. 

“But Isak, your powers! We need to do research. Is it just weather you don’t feel? Can you feel other stuff at all? Can you feel this?” Even plants a wet kiss on the back of his hand, then the front.

Isak nods. He can feel it. Its been years but he can still feel it, right up to his heart. 

 “What about this?” Even takes Isak’s bare hand in his gloved one, weaving their fingers together. The glee in his eyes has turned warmer, and his eyes linger on Isak’s when he asks, “Can you feel this?”

“Yeah,” he answers, maybe too soft. “Not as good as without the gloves, though. But I guess we can’t all have super powers.”

“No, we can’t. But I can think of a way to stay warm without it.” 

Even takes off his one glove and gingerly slips it on Isak’s hand. So now Isak’s got a glove on his left hand, and Even a glove on his right. And Even, silly, smart, corny, Even, takes Isak’s bare right hand in his left one. 

Its so warm. 

“Cold?” Isak asks. 

“Nah,” Even smirks. “I’m good. You?”

They start walking again, hand in hand. Isak squeezes Even’s hand tight.  

“Never been better.”

[evaksbinder]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

this week, we’re reccing AUs. Today’s fic is a oneshot. If you like it, please consider leaving it some love in the form of kudos/comments!

Shifting - bri_ness / @brionbroadway (4.5k words)

Tags:  skam, evak, 3-5k, au, magical realism, oneshot, arin’s rec, rec post, T rated, @brionbroadway, Isak’s pov

Some people believe that when you fall in love, your world shifts.

Even runs a popular tumblr about the shift and how people experience it. Isak looks to it for help as he processes his feelings about the shift and his latest crush.

Notes & Ramblings:

This is a magical realism AU where people go through a “shift” in the way they experience the world when they fall in love. The world-building in this fic is brilliantly done, and is especially remarkable in a shorter oneshot. 

True to character, Isak is a skeptic about the shift, but is also fascinated by it and follows an unknown blogger who is very positive about the shift.

Through the blog posts, this fic touches on what it means to fall in love, if there is such a thing as one great love, and whether romantic love is all it’s cracked up to be.

Isak’s headspace is really on point here as he grapples with cynicism, fear and hope about the role of love in his life and what the shift could mean for him, even as he finds himself falling for Even. Isak and Even’s relationship here is very sweetly but realistically done, with a nice mix of banter and serious discussions.

Favorite Lines:

Even’s fingers stop dancing, like they’re waiting. Isak reminds himself that the world has told Even he’s in love with someone else.

“What’s it actually like?” Isak asks. “The shift?”

“Oh, the usual. It’s like all my senses are affected. Things look different, smell different, feel different—”

“In a good way?”

Even hesitates.

“I’m really not sure yet.”

[greathalesonfire]

First Line

I was tagged by @prettyisak and @littlespooneven (and I feel like someone else too but I can’t find that post anymore, sorry!) to post the first line of my current wip Thank you so much! <3

It was an unusually warm day and so Isak had gladly agreed to Eva’s idea of going to the Oslo fjord to swim. Or more likely: dip your feet in the still freezing water and just drink beer on the beach.

Now that he was here, however, he regretted everything.

I’m tagging @brionbroadway @nofeartina @champagneleftie @evakuality @diminuendodaydream because I’m always curious about your writing! <3

[taywillbefree]

Jonooreva

Who said “I love you” first

Jonas admits to Eva before she does that he’s developing feelings for Noora and can tell Eva is too. Eva is the first to say she loves them both when they’re all together. Jonas waits for Noora to say it. It takes her a while cause she still thinks she’s intruding and is afraid to open up that much but she does eventually. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Jonas and Eva have had each other as their background for a while. Noora has never had a picture of a significant other as her background. When the three of them finally works it out Eva snaps a picture of them all together and changes all their backgrounds to it. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Eva leaves nice messages and Noora uses the mirror to remind the others of chores they forgot. Jonas draws hearts in reply to both of them. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

All three of them care more about showing each other they care by doing nice things for each other. When it comes to gifts Eva is the most likely to by cheesy stuff. Jonas is more likely to give them something like a playlist. Noora is the one who buys boxes of chocolates which Jonas and Eva knows means a lot as sweats are a real indulgence for her (Noora usually tries to make them eat healthy but they haven’t given up their nachos habit) 

Who initiated the first kiss

Eva kisses Noora on a whim when she feels like it. Jonas waits because he knows Noora’s been pressured by guys a lot in the past but Noora’s reluctant to make the first move. Eventually Eva dares them to do it and it’s a little bit awkward but they laugh about it afterwards and kissing is never awkward again. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

When Noora wakes up first she sneaks out of bed quietly to make breakfast but when Eva or Jonas are awake and they have time they always pull her back for some morning snuggles and kisses. If Noora’s already gotten up Eva forces Jonas out of bed because Eva knows breakfast is waiting for them. 

Who starts tickle fights

Usually Eva. Noora didn’t like them at first because she wasn’t that used to casual physical contact. She loves them now though because they always end up falling down laughing. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

The shower really isn’t big enough for the three of them and Noora doesn’t like to be disturbed when she’s washing herself. Jonas and Eva shower together when they don’t have much time in the morning. Jonas loves helping Eva wash her hair (he still wishes she’d grow it out again even though he thinks she’s gorgeous either way)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Noora. Mostly to make sure they eat something with some vegetables in it. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

They don’t really agree on what their first date actually was as Noora started hanging out with them more and more pretty naturally. Noora was shy at first cause she felt like she was the third wheel. On their first official date they went out to dinner and Eva was the nervous one cause she was so in love with both of them and was afraid Jonas and Noora didn’t care about each other quite as much, but it didn’t take her long to realize that fear was unfounded. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Eva pretends the spiders aren’t there, Jonas takes them outside and Noora kills them. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Eva. But she tells them way more often when she’s sober, just in a lower voice. 

[icarys]

As tagged by the lovely @limitasi! <3 / rules: list the top ten songs you are listening to nowadays and tag ten mutuals. 

In no particular order:

Television Romance - Pale Waves

Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk

Tide - Pale Waves

Awoo - Lim Kim

Paradichlorobenzene - Kagamine Len

BMBLB - Jeff Williams (feat. Casey Lee Williams)

Electric U - Kid Bloom

Hazy Miss Daisy - Kid Bloom

In Your Arms - Kina Grannis

E-MO-TION - Carly Rae Jepsen (both the song and the album)

Anyway I barely have 10 followers so here are my mutuals:

@babymoonpoet @brionbroadway @fanboytheobsessed @romeaos

Have fun y’all.