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~ Monthly BL Breakdown: March 2024 ~ 

🌦️ Happy April!!! 🐝

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Love is Better the Second Time Around - March 5th (Japan) 

🌟 Deep Night - March 7th (Thailand) 

🌟 Your Tie is Crooked - March 11th (Japan/Thailand)

🌟 Close Friend 3: Soju Bomb! - March 13th (Thailand)

🌟 Kiseki Chapter 2 - March 17th (Thailand)

🌟 Two Worlds - March 21st (Thailand) ✅

🌟 High Demand - March 23rd (Thailand) 

🌟 Be Your Star - March 23rd (Thailand)

🌟 Jazz For Two - March 26th (South Korea)

🌟 The Star - March 28th (Thailand) 

🌟 Please Teach Me - March 29th (South Korea)

🌟 Only Boo! - March 31st (Thailand) ✅

Monthly likes/dislikes

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New series & movie announcements

🎥 Babanbabanban Vampire (manga adaption) - Coming 2025 (Japan)

🎥 My Lovely Enemy - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 My Dear Daddy (starring Fluke Pusit) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Battle of the Writers (starring TutorYim) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Meet You at the Blossom - Date TBA (Taiwan/Thailand)

🎥 Silent House - Date TBA (China)

🎥 This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - Coming July 5th (Thailand)

🎥 What the Nong - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Night Owl - Date TBA (China)

🎥 จาฤกรติชา (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 GG Precinct - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Sangmin & Dinneaw (Thai/Korean collaboration) - Date TBA (Thailand/South Korea)

🎥 Let's Eat Together 2 (sequel movie) - Coming June 2024 (Japan)

🎥 Global Examination - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Yaoi Academy - Date TBA (Thailand)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ Actor Jes Jespipat was announced as the replacement for Build Jakapan in the upcoming Be On Cloud BL 4 Minutes. B. previously withdrew from the project after a defamation lawsuit involving him and his ex girlfriend in 2023. The project is now in production and will likely air towards the end of the year.

❗️ Actor Maiake Kandis announced his withdrawal from the upcoming BL Red Peafowl. He was originally cast as one of the leads, being paired with Dollar Patchara. He later came forward saying his statement was fake news and that he is in fact not withdrawing. He also said he does not know if or when the production will start.

❗️ Former GMMTV actor Fluke Pusit (The Shipper, The Warp Effect) was announced as the lead actor in the upcoming BL Your Dear Daddy. He will star alongside Poonpun Jitaboon, an air date is unknown.

❗️ Domundi actors TutorYim (Cutie Pie, Middlemans Love) were announced as the leads in the upcoming BL Battle of the Writers. The show will be produced by Hydroindus Entertainment and is based on the Chinese novel "The Great Battle of Games". The full cast was announced on March 9th; an airdate as well as further information on the show is unknown.

❗️ Lay Talay and Perth Nakhun (My Engineer) reunited for a mini series called Your Tie is Crooked, consisting of 3 episodes à 2 minutes. It was released on the Japanese streaming platform TVer on March 11th.

❗️ The premiere of the upcoming BL Wuju Bakery has been postponed to September. It was originally scheduled to air in March, though due to an increase of the episode length and general production upscaling, the original air date is no longer realizable, according to the production.

❗️ Change 2561 (Pit Babe) announced an upcoming original BL called This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans. Sailub and Pon (AlanJeff in PB) will star as the lead couple, alongside GarfieldBenz and others. A first trailer was released on March 20th.

❗️ Actor Yoon Phusanu revealed that he has left his management under Y Entertainment, following a dispute about his appearance in the 2023 Thai BL For Him. In a press conference he stated that the production cut his part completely and refused to pay him in the process. Main actors Dew N. and Tor A. later disclosed that they also encountered the issue of not receiving payment for their work from the company, along with accusations of se*ual assault from members of the production team. In an official statement Y Entertainment clarified they would transfer the actor's salaries as soon as possible.

❗️ The GMMTV BL Cherry Magic reached more than 1.7 million tweets for the final episode and a total of over 9 Million tweets for all 12 episodes, making it the gmmtv show with the most Twitter interaction in the history of the company.

❗️ The upcoming Korean remake of the Norwegian teen web series SKAM is officially in production. A short teaser was released on March 28th, revealing the title of the project: Fragile. An airdate, as well as a cast and further information is unknown.

Upcoming series & movies for April

👉🏻 Love is Like a Cat - April 1st (South Korea / Thailand)

👉🏻 We Are - April 3rd (Thailand)

👉🏻 Memory in the Letter - April 6th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Living With Him - April 11th (Japan)

👉🏻 Gray Shelter - April 11th (South Korea)

👉🏻 At 25:00 in Akasaka - April 18th (Japan)

👉🏻 Boys Be Brave - April 19th (South Korea)

👉🏻 With You I Bloom - April 24th (Japan)

👉🏻 My Stand-In - April 26th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Knock Knock Boys - April TBA (Thailand)

👉🏻 GMMTV2024 Part 2 (lineup event) - April TBA (Thailand)

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/if/ there is an only friends season 2, my only wish is that there are no branded pairs in the cast at all and the series goes the route of skins and has a different cast altogether or at least does a skam and has a different protagonist

The gmmtv bl acting bench could fill congress, just pick random people and let actors act ffs

Gmmtv series are worse than doomed by the narrative, they’re doomed by the endorsement deals and sponsors and fan concert tie ins.

I think we all agree that this ending was very unsatisfying. I'm really frustrated that the need to keep the branded pairs unbreakable makes it impossible to tell the story they were initially trying to tell. I personally would have loved for them to stick to their original idea and have all these pairs become a mess and not have them together at the end. Even Boston and Nick suffered from it. Overall, I'm sad :(

I'm with you, this is a bummer. Even within the confines of having to keep the pairs together I feel they could have written better endings. This whole finale just felt tonally off from the rest of the show.

And with the Mix baiting at the end they are clearly gunning for a season 2. At this point I am not sure I want it; certainly not if it's going to center branded pairs in the same way. I definitely won't go in trusting the show again if they do make a second season.

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RAGAAAA HANNO PRESO UNA DELLE MIE ELIPPO WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS

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this video made me understand even more how much the Elippo’ll be beautiful together

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things change (1/1)

A/N: So I did it, I finished my first Liv x Noah fic! I based this one of my favorite OG Skam scenes (aka Noora’s article breakdown) and changed it to fit Noah and Liv’s relationship. It’s a lil bit sad and a lil bit happy because that’s how I roll. It’s kinda long too because that’s also how I roll. I hope you enjoy it because I really enjoyed writing it!

Rating: T (no mention of that other cause of the breakdown in here)

5200 words

also on ao3

Noah hadn’t heard from Liv in a couple of hours.

That wasn’t unusual really. She loved to keep him on read and only answer a few hours later, it was her way of telling him that he wasn’t the center of her life and she had other important things to do. It was the last of her defiance towards him remaining, specifically crafted to test his own patience, to keep him on his toes. Who was he kidding, though, this girl was driving him mad in the best way. And he couldn’t get enough of her.

So no, not hearing anything from her for a couple of hours didn’t set off any alarms. He had sent her multiple texts though, starting with a question of how she’d slept and ending with a link to some indie concert happening tonight with the message that it made him think of her and whether she’d would want to go. He didn’t really need an answer to his first text but to receive a response to the latter would be nice.

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Noah hadn’t heard from Liv in a day.

The concert had come and gone and neither he or Liv had been there; he had stayed home alternating between painting and staring at his phone awaiting a last minute call where she’d apologize and tell him her phone had died or that she’d had so much fun with her friends or maybe with Ralph and Esra that she completely forgot to check it. But his bedroom remained absolutely void of duck sounds—maybe it was time to consider another ringtone—and the worry, in turn, was prevalent.

Noah: Liv, is everything okay?

All he needed was a simple yes, a thumbs up even. Anything to negate that little voice inside his head whispering that something was wrong, the feeling that sat uneasy in his gut that that she wasn’t okay.

God, he shouldn’t be freaking out like this because his girlfriend hadn’t been on her phone for twenty-three hours.

The checks remained grey.

Maybe he should simply go and see her. He was allowed to go her apartment, He’d even gone there when she still hated him and he was trying to get in her good graces, though admittedly that wasn’t his best move. Things had changed now, however, it was almost his second home by now, most of their time together was spent either in her room if they wanted privacy, or in the living room if they felt like being entertained by Liv’s roommates and their antics. Hotel Overvecht had quickly become one of his favorite places filled with his favorite people. And his favorite person wasn’t answering her phone so going there was the only option.

Noah grabbed his coat, his keys, his bus card and hastened to the stop nearest to his house. Her apartment was on the outskirts of the city and that meant that it was quite the commute from his house in the city center. He didn’t mind though; it wasn’t all that bad. The anticipation of seeing her again normally occupied his thoughts and made the trip accelerate. Usually. Not today. Today, the concern made the trip drag, made it slow, made every extra minute too much.

There wasn’t much of his cool demeanor left as he rushed along the hallway to the elevator– going up six flights of stairs would do him no good. He checked his phone one last time as the elevator was on its way to him, but his inbox remained painfully empty. The device disappeared back into the pocket of his terracotta colored coat. He bit the nail of his thumb, still a hint of black—or was it blue—remaining from his nail polish, as he stood in the elevator that brought him closer to her.

It took him nineteen steps starting from the elevator before he was standing in front of her door. The doorbell rang and he nervously fiddled with the rings on his finger as he waited for some sign of life. What would he even do if she wasn’t home? Maybe call her friends to ask if they knew where she was?

The door swung open in the middle of Noah’s pondering and his eyes shot up from the floor to the entrance now revealing Ralph. Liv’s roommate placed his hand along his chest before speaking: “Noah, oh thank god you’re here. I was close to calling you myself.”

That definitely didn’t help to assuage his worry. Ralph let him inside—rather forcefully pulled him in—the apartment and quickly closed the door. Noah’s eyes scanned the living room in search of that set of curls he was so fond of, but the search came up empty. He looked back at Ralph, who seemed to understand the question in his gaze. “She hasn’t been out of her room for almost two days,” Ralph told him with a low voice, his eyes moving to the closed bedroom door. “I’ve knocked and knocked but it either remains dead silent or she tells me to leave her alone.”

Noah frowned as he processed the information. So, it wasn’t just him that she was giving the silent treatment. What on earth could cause Liv to act this way? “Do you know what’s wrong?”

Ralph shook his platinum blonde hair. “I have no idea. She’s been acting a little bit distant—no, not distant. Distant is too negative,” he corrected himself, “She’s been distracted all week. I thought it might’ve been a school thing, but it only got worse on Friday. She snapped and yelled at me and I haven’t seen her ever since.”

Ralph’s face distorted with hurt and Noah felt sorry for him. He could sense the anguish radiating off of him, something he had never seen happen before. His bubbly personality was always the dominating one. And although Liv often took on the role of the grown up in here—cooking and cleaning and making sure the bills got paid—Ralph was Liv’s big brother for all intents and purposes. He could manage to make Liv lighten up and show her there was nothing wrong with goofiness instead of being serious all the time. But apparently it hadn’t worked this time.

“I’ll try and go talk to her,” Noah said, both disclosing his approach and making an unspoken promise to Ralph to try and get to bottom of the situation and maybe see if he could help solve it. To be honest, he’d already be happy if Liv would just show her face.

He moved towards her door and went to gently knock. The knock, however, was louder than he intended, his ring got in the way, and Noah grimaced. Not a very gentle approach .

“Ralph, go away!” Liv yelled.

Breathing went slightly easier now that he at last had some sign she was indeed still alive, even if it wasn’t the reception he was hoping to get.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “It’s not Ralph, it’s me.” He paused and then continued. “Noah,” he clarified.

He pricked up his ears to discern any reply coming from her room but was only met by silence.

Hesitantly, he spoke again. “Liv?”

It didn’t take as long for her to answer this time.

“Why are you here?” Her voice sounded way smaller from when she ordered Ralph to leave, but closer too, as if she stood opposite of him with only the door as a barrier between them. Noah placed his hand on the door as if that would allow him to get closer to her and make her perceive that he was there for her.

“Because you’re not answering your phone and I got worried. It seems I had reason to be,” he later added in a tone only meant for himself.

“I’m fine.” But her words couldn’t convince him, they were unsure, tremorous, like she knew herself she wouldn’t be able to convince him of their authenticity.

God, he needed to see her, look into her eyes and see what troubles lay behind them, whether the skin under her eyes was ever so slightly discolored, whether the creases between her eyebrows seemed deeper than before.

“Can you open the door?”

“Noah, I’m fine, just go home.”

Ralph and he shared a look of disappointment and of despair. Noah raked his hand through his hair and took a deep breath.

He wouldn’t give up this quickly.

“Liv, let me in. Please,” he whispered against the wood of her door, wishing, hoping she had caught the emphasis of his words, what lay beneath them, what he was truly asking her.

She had.

The sound of deliverance reached him as there was first a click and then a creak, before the door opened just the tiniest bit. A wave of relief engulfed his being as he slipped inside her room.

Instead of her normal clean and tidy room, it seemed like a whirlwind had travelled through her bedroom; there was paper scattered everywhere—the floor, her desk, even some on her bed. Her small piano was set on the floor, a couple of her albums carelessly thrown around it. Noah was the messy one in their relationship and even he saw no logic in the chaos.

But he wasn’t here to analyze the contents of her room, he was here for her.

Liv stood quite far from him, fidgeting as she looked at him. She was wearing a white shirt and a pair of sweats; her hair was pulled into a loose bun.

She looked exactly like the time they went on their date. Noah wanted to smile at the realization and felt both happy and content. Sad because of what circumstances it had ended and content because look at how far they had gotten since then. Since she was so closed off and angry with him. Now she liked—dare he say loved—him. Now she had let him in.

Some things hadn’t changed, though. She still called him a weirdo on a daily basis, she still rolled her eyes at him but now she couldn’t pretend it truly annoyed her because he could see the spark in her eyes. The way it always got accompanied by a smile.

But there was no subtle smile to be found right now, nothing that made him optimistic about how she was doing. Because quite frankly, he could see that she was doing terribly.

“Hi,” he said.

He didn’t go over to her to kiss her like he usually did as he was very aware of the situation they found themselves in. She didn’t have to let him in, could’ve left him standing outside begging but she didn’t. She had genuinely debated it, though, so pushing her boundaries was not something he wanted to do, not now.

She didn’t reply.

As Noah took her in, all of his mental boxes got checked. Troubled, check. Tired, check. Sorrowful, check. He was right to worry about her.

“What’s going on?”

Liv’s brown eyes looked at him before moving to the corner of her room. Her body slumped in a profound sigh and she rubbed her forehead.

He was expecting even more silence, even more deflecting, even more pretending that nothing was wrong while they both knew differently but she surprised him by answering truthfully.

“I’m supposed to be on my way to Amsterdam in less than two hours with two brand new songs to go sing live at some label. But I’ve got nothing. I’ve tried and tried but everything that comes out is absolute shit and I can’t even think anymore because all I can hear is my dad saying that maybe we should try again and again and again.”

“Liv–” he carefully tried to intervene as he carefully stepped closer to her.

She didn’t pay attention to him.

“People are just demanding that I sing here and sing there because who cares about what I want, whether I want to sing?”

“Liv–”

He continued to come closer, step by step for it not to feel like an invasion of her personal space. The last thing he wanted was for her to shut him out again.

“Who cares that I can’t hear anymore that I’m too young and too inexperienced, who cares that I cannot find a moment of peace, that being rejected over and over has made me so exhausted but that I still can’t sleep at night?”

He cared but he hadn’t known. How didn’t he know about all of this? They were together and he didn’t realize things weren’t okay with her? She’d managed to guess what he needed when his mom had died, why hadn’t he been able to do the same? Noah stopped himself from going down that slippery slope; it wasn’t about him, right now. It was about her being okay, about her calming down.

“Liv, it’s okay,” he attempted to reassure her. He gently took ahold of her hand to give her a lifeline, something tangible to hold on to. It seemed to help for a couple of heartbeats but then she abruptly yanked her hand out of his grip and distanced herself from him again.

“No,” she refuted. “No, it’s not okay.  I have nothing… Oh god my dad is going to be so angry. My career is done before it has even started. I have to–” She never finished her sentence. Instead, she shook her head and was in search of something in the chaos of her room.

Noah could see her going frantic, more and more distraught with every second that passed. His hesitant approach wasn’t working, so it was time for determination.

He grabbed her face between his two hands forcing her to stand still and look at him, his thumbs traced circles on her skin in an attempt to soothe her, to calm her down, to give her something to focus on her spiraling thoughts. He brushed over her eyebrows, followed the curve of her nose, circled her lips.

“Liv, you don’t have to do anything,” he told her. She only stared back at him. “Except for breathing, I do need you to breathe,” he quickly added when she was standing slightly too still.

In response, she took a deep and slightly shaky breath after which her eyes fell shut. As she opened them again, tears sprung in her eyes. She looked away as the presence of tears became more and more persistent and overwhelming right up until a tear broke loose and ran down her cheek. Noah’s thumb was quick to catch it and wipe it away from existence.

To no avail because two more followed suit.

“It’ll be okay.”

He let go of her face and enveloped her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Her tears continued for a while, gathering in a wet patch on his T-shirt. He kept on placing kisses on the top of her head, and he could feel her slowly relax and melt into his body. Her arms copied his.

The room stayed quiet for a while with their breaths as the only sound. Noah was going to let her be the one to break the silence if she felt like it or keep it if she preferred it. She eventually picked the former.

“He only cares about me becoming famous.” True exhaustion colored her words. “He doesn’t call or text except for when it’s to discuss music. He didn’t even ask me if I wanted to do this, if I wanted to go to Amsterdam. The stupid label meeting is his dream, not mine. I don’t even like making music anymore.”

“Do you want to go to Amsterdam?”

He felt her shaking her head against his chest. “Not like this, not this… forced. I’m seventeen, I shouldn’t be worrying about all of this. I should be worrying about school and stupid stuff. This is not what I want.”

“What do you want, Liv?” He had an inkling of what that might be, but he needed to hear it from her lips. He couldn’t make assumptions and decisions for her, not when it was exactly that that had caused the situation they were now in.

“Honestly?”

A corner of Noah’s lips lightly went up. “When haven’t you been honest with me? Brutally so even,” he said in an attempt to make her think back to the moment that was currently replaying in his mind and perhaps make her smile.

It didn’t work.

“I just want to sleep and not think about songs or lyrics or labels or my dad.”

“Then we’ll do exactly that.” She looked up at him with disbelief in her eyes. “Noah, I can’t sleep right now, it’s the middle of the day.”

“Sure you can.” He nodded. “I’m doing it too.”

Noah let her go and quickly toed off his shoes. He watched her and silently asked her if she would join him to which Liv simply nodded in the end.

They each claimed a pillow and faced each other in bed. They only looked at each other for the first few minutes or so, cataloguing every detail of each other’s faces as if they didn’t already know the placement of every freckle and of every eyelash. Noah tucked a stray curl behind her ear and Liv adjusted his chain a little bit.

“I don’t think my dad even loves me,” she suddenly whispered so quietly Noah wasn’t completely sure he was supposed to hear it or even respond to it. But he had to, because he loved her too much to let her think something like that.

“Liv.” He looked her in the eyes. “It’s impossible for someone not to love you.”

Tears flooded her eyes again and she sniffed. Liv crawled closer, wrapping her arm around his waist and when he went to lay on his back, she placed her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” she mumbled against his shirt.

“Try sleeping now, okay?” Noah said as he smoothed her hair and occasionally placed a kiss against her soft skin.

He wasn’t truly planning on sleeping; it was more a harmless lie to get her to agree to rest but the anxiety had taken a toll on him too and perhaps his own sleep hadn’t been so great either last night. Right now, he felt completely at peace, at home even so close to her, with the smell of her coconut shampoo lingering in her curls and so he dozed off for a bit too with his head buried in her hair.

His sleep didn’t last long, though, it wasn’t more than an hour or so before he woke up again, but it had been enough to make him feel rejuvenated.

Her phone vibrated on her nightstand, but he ignored it.

Noah spent some time laying there just watching her, taking note of the composition she was lying in: her pillows spread around her, some stray pieces of paper still in the bed, her brown skin in contrast to the white sheets. His sketchbook was already filled to the brim with sketches of her and still he wanted to draw her, capture her essence and beauty on paper.

He kissed her forehead one last time before getting out of her bed, he straightened his shirt and ran his hand through his hair to model it again.

Again, her phone buzzed.

Her room was still a mess and if he were to wake up to it, it definitely wouldn’t help with the anxiety, so Noah began to tidy a bit. He threw all of the crushed pieces of paper in the paper basket, he picked up all of her albums and ranged them back into their alphabetical order, her piano got put back on her desk. He saw a little book lying open that he recognized as her journal and went to grab it. Liv wouldn’t want all of her private thoughts in the open like that, so he closed it and neatly placed it on the edge of her desk.

He smiled in contentment with the tidied room and sat down in one of her chairs. He always carried a book with him so he removed it from his tote bag and opened it on the page he last read. He’d read until she woke up and then let her decide what they’d do next.

Her phone kept on getting notifications, echoing the persistence of their sender, first only a simple buzz but then growing into sounds of a minute total, it went from texts to calling. It was distracting to say the least. He glanced over to Liv, but she was still sleeping soundly. Noah sighed and laid down his book. He got out of the chair and grabbed her phone, going through the notifications on her lock screen.

Dad: Have you arrived in A’dam yet? We should just meet at the label, will be more convenient.

Dad: Don’t forget we’re supposed to be at the label in half an hour!

Dad: Missed call

Dad: Honey, where are you? I’m waiting outside.

Dad: Missed call (2)

Dad: Liv, I’m looking like a fool right now, I hope you have a good excuse.

Dad: Missed call (3)

Noah wanted to tell him to fuck off, to leave Liv alone, inform him of how his daughter suffered under his pressure, of everything she had told him earlier with tears in her eyes. He didn’t. He just swiped one of the notifications to the left, pressed reply and quickly composed a text.

Liv will not be coming today, thank you for understanding

Noah muted her phone, turned it around and returned to his book.

He was able to read an additional chapter before a soft knock on the door interrupted his reading again. He stood up and opened the door.

“Hey,” Ralph said softly. “How is she?” His dark eyebrows were stuck in a frown.

Noah decided to simply show him instead of telling him and widened the door opening to allow Ralph to take peek at the room and Liv sleeping.

“Oh good,” Ralph replied, some of the tension leaving his body, “I’m sure she needed that.” His eyes left Liv and focused back on Noah. “Have you eaten yet?”

Noah shook his head.

“Do you want something? Esra made me some soup and it’s really good.”

He was getting quite hungry, the three bites of apple he took this morning definitely hadn’t been enough to satisfy his stomach for breakfast and it was well past lunch time right now. Looking over his shoulder, Noah cast a look at Liv but she seemed like she had entered a deep sleep and like she wouldn’t wake up very soon.

“Sure.”

After quietly shutting the door behind him, Noah followed Ralph into the kitchen and went to sit at the kitchen table.

Ralph stirred in a big pot and grabbed a ladle to transfer the green soup into two smaller bowls.

“It’s still a little hot,” he said as he set one of the bowls in front of Noah, who shot him a grateful smile as he carefully pulled the soup closer.

Ralph went to sit down but immediately jumped back up causing some amusement with Noah.

“Oh! Spoons!” The drawer shot open, a rattling of cutlery following, and he removed two spoons, handing one to Noah.

“Thanks.”

With care, he tried a spoonful of the soup. It was quite hot but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. “Can you tell Esra that her soup is delicious?”

“I sure can.” Ralph beamed with the compliment, even if it wasn’t even meant for him but

They ate in silence for quite some time, both simply savoring the rich flavor of the soup with each spoonful.

Ralph placed his head on his palm and watched Noah as he took a sip of his water. “Have I told you how happy I am she has you?”

Noah looked up but stayed quiet.

“She doesn’t trust easily and I know she keeps things from me, not like major secrets or anything but how she really feels. She puts up a front.”

He felt like interfering and reassuring Ralph that that wasn’t the case but then he’d be lying. That was how Liv was, he’d noticed that pretty early one and he—they— had worked on getting down those walls ever since. They were still there, today was a testimony of that, but they had lowered at least, they didn’t entrap her anymore.

“I’m just glad she doesn’t do that with you, that she trusts you,” he continued. “I’m not saying she isn’t sincere with me; Liv has always been wonderful and I love her to bits but she’s always so focused on making others happy that she tends to forget about herself. But you remind her she needs to think about herself too. So, thank you.”

“No thanks needed. It’s completely my pleasure.” His lips curved slightly. “I’d do anything for her.”

“That makes two of us.” Ralph squeezed Noah’s arm. “Though she did ask me to stop taking so many selfies of myself and I don’t know if I’m truly ready for that.”

Noah chuckled, a deep and genuine laughter coming from him. “One step at a time, I would say to that.”

The rest of the conversation was lighter, more trivial about their favorite nail polish brands and Ralph asking whether he couldn’t paint a life-size portrait of him, which Noah politely declined, at least for now.

The bowl was completely empty, and his stomach was sated again. Noah decided to return to Liv’s room. He was quite certain Liv would continue to sleep for a while longer, but he still wanted to go back; in the unlikely case that she did wake up early, he didn’t want it to be to an empty room.

In the end, she slept for almost another two hours and Noah was close to finishing his book when Liv took a deep breath and stirred. Noah’s eyes left his page and shifted to her, checking if everything was okay. She moved even more, and he saw a brown eye appear and then another one signaling that Liv had woken up.

“What time is it?” she croaked as her eyes were slits as they grew used to the sunlight flooding her room. Her hand went to rub her face.

He closed his book, placed it on her desk behind him and went to fish his phone out of his pocket before clicking it to life.

He walked towards the bed and crouched next to it. “It’s 4:30 p.m. You slept for almost five hours,” he said, a hint of pride and delight in his voice.

Still not a proper amount of sleep but it was a good start.

“Five hours?!” She shot up, removing her blanket and jumping out of bed. “The meeting was three hours ago! Noah! Why didn’t you wake me?”

Noah rose again and walked to her.

“Because you said you didn’t want to go. So, I didn’t think it was worth it to interrupt the only sleep you’ve gotten in a long time,” he explained.

Her face softened in understanding and a sigh escaped her lips. “Still, my dad must be so worried.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I sent him a text so he wouldn’t worry.”

She looked a bit lost, the stress and expectations had been the only thing that had kept her running and now that they was no longer needed, now that they had partly disappeared, it seemed like Liv didn’t know what to do anymore, it seemed like she was now aimless. She cleared her throat.

“You want some tea?” He motioned to the teapot that was standing on the desk, an empty cup and an almost empty one next to it. “Ralph made us tea.”

She nodded. He walked over to the table and filled her cup after which he added some more to his. With a cup in each hand he approached her again and handed her one.

“Let’s sit,” he proposed and gestured towards her bed again. She seemingly didn’t have anything against it and followed him, the both of them slightly sinking into the mattress as they sat.

Liv cradled the tea between her hands, absorbing the heat that was emitted through the ceramic while she stared into the distance.

“Sorry,” she said, eyes still focused on nothing in particular.

“For what?”

“Making you worry.” She took a sip from the warm drink.

Noah shrugged. “It’s fine. It’s not like I haven’t done it to you before.”

He had done it when his mom had died, had maybe even given Liv more reason to worry than she had given him today.

“Not the same.” Her head shook softly. “I’ll try to be better and to not shut anyone out. Especially you.”

“Liv, all I’d like is that you don’t lock yourself in anymore, both figuratively and literally, so that we can at least help. It doesn’t even have to be me: Isa, Ralph; they’re all options, you just have to let someone in. I don’t want you to drown in those thoughts of yours.”

She bit her lip as she considered what he said to her and her eyes suddenly traveled to her bedroom door. “I should probably go apologize to Ralph,” she said as she drank absentmindedly.

“Perhaps, though I’m sure all he truly needs is to just see that you’re okay.”

She hummed.

Noah took her in again. She looked less troubled, less tired. Her hair was slightly messier, she was still wearing the white T-shirt and grey pair of sweatpants.

“Maybe I should clean up a bit, I look like a mess,” she said, suddenly aware of how she looked as well.

“Seeing that this is actually exactly what you wore to our date, I think you’re fine.”

She stared daggers at him. “Fuck you.”

He smirked in response and it elicited a hint of a smile on her face. And while the sadness had not yet completely gone, it had begun to recede, slowly but surely, leaving room for the light to return.

Her cup got placed on the ground and she turned towards him, leaving Noah curious as to what she was planning to do. She placed both of her palms on his cheeks, apparently it was now her turn to cradle his face. The act of affection caused him to smile and her thumbs immediately went to trace the dimples that appeared.

“I love you, Noah Boom.”

And while he had suspected it for a while now, he had not been prepared to hear the actual words coming out of her mouth. He was quite sure he looked ridiculous as he was trying to contain his shock because a quiet giggle emerged from the person who had caused this reaction.

She kissed him before he could truly get a grip on himself and respond.

“But you’re still a weirdo,” she said, once they broke apart again, with her own smirk on her lips.

Like he said, some things hadn’t changed.

But others had.

[itachi-with-a-chicken]

Anyway, I predicted Elia Santini more than a week ago

[maxbernini]

new gens + tumblr posts: baguette edition

[how-mytearsricochet]

she’s a ten but she do only feels alive when someone asks her fanfic recommendations

[smthwolfyurlsmth]

SKAM France. wtf.

I'm so mad. And upset. Nothing makes sense.

I love Maya and Lola so much, this is torture :(

[thegirlyouknow]

I don’t know if it would make much difference now for Elu to be split up but I did want Lucas to leave in season 6 even if only temporary. I don’t like Lola and at this point I probably never will but to me season 6 Eliott learned nothing. Leaving late at night and coming back at all hours and not saying why, it was a poor excuse to say he didn’t want Lucas to worry. What help could Eliott really be to an out of control teenager? It only took a few angry sentences from Lola for Eliott to believe her about how Lucas sees him, when he was living with the guy and should have just blown her words off and got her out of the bar. Lucas was also doing the BAC , Eliott knew how well that went for him and he was still putting Lola first. I think Eliott always thought he could do what he wanted because he thought Lucas had nowhere to go. That’s why I wanted Lucas to leave temporarily after the bar fight for Eliott to wake up a bit. At the end it was very bad writing for all three characters.

I think all of Eliott’s actions in season 6 were contrived because the writers wanted a way to superficially give him a big role, whether it made sense or not. Like how it made less than zero sense for him to enlist a group of inexperienced strangers to make his film with him lol. Though, I don't think it's out of character for him to have believed Lola because he has deep self-esteem issues just like her. They both believe they're a burden, and no amount of character development is going to fix that because that's not how mental illness works. There is no such thing as linear recovery, I'm afraid. Even still, it was unfair on Lucas, I agree. If it was me, I'd have thrown a bigger tantrum lol

I cannot end this ask without saying I love Lola and she can do no wrong in my eyes, even when she does wrong 😁 She could run a man over (😉) and I'd simply look the other way. She could steal Eliott’s painting equipment and I'd help. She could karate chop Tiff in the face (again) and I'd be impressed

[betchnaesheim]

So, I hit 2,000 followers and my mind is blown. Tusen tusen tusen takk everyone for following!

I hadn’t done a formal follow forever in awhile, so here is my updated list! (I can almost guarantee I’ll forget someone, so I’m gonna apologize in advance.

First, the bebes that have my heart. In no particular order:

@isaksredscarf // @evaks // @tarjeiandhenrik // @evenbakkas // @evenandsana // @isisisak // @littlespooneven // @sanas4main // @imagineisak // @folerdetdufoler // @valttersen // @hemrikholm // @snugglyevak // @rsakvaltersen // @hufflpuffs // @rosyevak // @eksild // @sanaandthesun // 

Now, more blogs that really love so v much.

@valtermeme // @jonasvasqez // @sweetevak // @evamoans // @bakksana // @julieandem // @sanasevas // @nvesheims // @monstermonstre // @skamzy // @stardefiant // @skamtrashaf // @evenbnaesheim// @evakviigmoon // @tarjeisandvik // @evenbec // @kardamomme // @sanathequeen // @lezzie-mcguire

Anyway, if I missed you plz call me out. I love all of you! Ha det bra <3 <3

[cottagecorefroggyfairy]

FANDOM DI SKAM E DELLA ELIPPO (o anche no) FINALMENTE ABBIAMO IL FAMOSO VIDEO DOVE GLI ATTORI LEGGONO PEZZI DELLE FF (inclusa la mia) ANIMATE DAL FANTASTICO ALESSANDRO BARONCIANI TROVATE TUTTO QUI https://www.instagram.com/tv/CBDERben0Fn/?igshid=1bmfykfxwh2ef

Non smetterò mai di essere grata al cast e a Netflix per questa cosa, mai.

[habithatcantbreak]

sneak peek of my Elippo’s ff xx 

hope u like it :)

[wackpainterkid]

Hmm maybe something about Liv’s first real gig and Noah literally standing in the front row shouting her name because he is, of course, her biggest fan ;)

First of all: thank you so much for this super cute prompt! I read it and then I was like “how can I make this even more emotional” lol. I hope you like it!

Rating: T 

1600 words

also on ao3

of love and encouragement

“How are you feeling?”

Liv let out a breath, trying to tame the nerves racing through her body. Her palms were sweaty, her heart was beating fast, her hands were just the slightest bit unsteady.

Noah watched her with a tilted head, his hair fell slightly, and his hand immediately followed to put it into place again, but his eyes stayed on her.

She could only give a truthful answer, he knew her too well to believe her lies.

“Nervous.”

Anyone would be nervous in this situation; it wasn’t every day she had to perform as the only headliner. And okay, it was only a small venue that lay far from the city center, it was only a Tuesday evening; there was free entry, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still her name on the poster, her name and her name alone.

“There’s no need to be.” He sounded so sure of himself and Liv wished she could borrow some of his faith in her, because the only thing she could think of was disaster scenarios: she forgot her lines, the power went out, no one came. “Liv, you’re going to be great. We’re all here to support you tonight.”

She looked into his eyes and felt the earnestness that emerged from his blue eyes. Liv nodded as her gaze moved to her boots.

She just didn’t want to disappoint anyone, they’d come here for her, to see her, to listen to her and if she fucked this up… well, let’s say fucking up was not an option.

“Look,” he said, claiming her attention again. “If you don’t feel like performing, I can always go on stage and sing my rendition of Miley Cyrus’ hit song ‘Best of Both Worlds’.”

Liv blinked in surprise, shaking her head along as she processed his words. It didn’t look like he was joking, not at all.

So, she told him something she had to tell him at least once a week. And, although the fondness that accompanied her words had grown over time, each time she uttered them she was as bewildered as the last.

“You’re so weird.”

Noah didn’t let it faze him, on the contrary, he just continued talking. “Or maybe I should go for ‘Gangnam Style’,” he pondered with a serious face. “I’m sure the crowd will go crazy once I start to do the dance.”

“Oh, shut up,” she told him, trying to suppress the laughter that was bubbling up. And at that moment, the moment that she completely forgot about the stress, that the love for him vanquished anything troubling her, it was okay. She was okay.

The corners of her lips rose in a smile with the realization.

“Did it work?” His eyebrow rose as he asked.

“Maybe,” she replied coyly and with a shrug, but her smile would be enough of an answer for him.

“Good.” A satisfied look graced his face. ���Now go amaze everyone.” Noah squeezed her hand and winked before he left her in the backstage.

Liv watched him leave, thinking about how lucky she was that she had him. That he knew her as well as he did. Any doubts she might’ve had– about him, about them– had long vanished into thin air. They were in such a good place and she’d never been more certain.

Her phone buzzed, and she picked it off the table to check it. It was a notification.

SHOW, today at 9 pm

Pulling her skirt a bit straighter, she took one last big breath and went on stage.

The spot shone bright—too bright even— and Liv had to squint as she made her way to the microphone meant for her. She could barely discern any people in the dark room and she wasn’t entirely sure if that helped or if it made things worse.

She guessed she would soon find out.

After quietly clearing her throat, she spoke into the mic. Her voice resonated through the venue. “Hello everyone, thank you for coming today. My name is Liv and I’m going to sing a couple of songs for you.”

Once her eyes had gotten used to the harsh spotlights, she could start to vaguely make out the faces in the crowd. Her friends, her lovely friends, were all standing in the front row. Engel and Isa were holding the most adorable banner splattered with pink heart and golden stars– Engel’s doing most likely.

Noah was there too, standing with Ralph. But she didn’t even have to see him to know he was standing right in front of her, because she could hear him. Loudly.

“Woohoo Liv, you’re amazing!”

“Yeah!” Other voices joined him.

“I’m happy to see I’ve got such a fanbase tonight,” she said into the mic before laughing. Her fanbase whooped in response.

“My first song is called ‘Never Be Yours’, I hope you enjoy.”

The music began and she grabbed ahold of the microphone stand. She’d sung this song many times before. It was almost like muscle memory taking over, the words flowed out of her without thinking about it and before she knew it, the song had finished again.

The crowd applauded and she bowed her head in gratitude.

“For my next song, I’m going to sing a cover of a Jorja Smith song called ‘The One.’”

“Great song choice!” Noah yelled.

Liv rolled her eyes; he had been the one to suggest it.

One night, he heard her sing it as she was preparing dinner for them. That had begun a quest on his part to get her to sing it as often as possible. She refused most of the time—she didn’t want to get sick of the song—but when they were discussing her setlist and Liv wasn’t completely certain which song she should cover, Noah had simply shrugged and said that she should sing Jorja Smith. For once, Liv couldn’t deny it was the perfect song to sing and Noah had been smug about it ever since.

So, she sang it and Noah seemed as content and smug as could be, showering her with even more shouted compliments the moment she stopped singing.

By the almost end of her show, Liv was certain everyone who didn’t personally know them was wondering who that very vocal spectator was.

“This is my last song–”

“Nooo,” was the immediate reaction.

Liv smiled. “I know, sad right? But I truly think I left the best for last.”

She had.

Because this song, this song was special.

It had grown out of a hum, something she’d subconsciously do every time they were together. Every time the same melody. He had noticed, of course he had noticed. He would watch her with his gaze that made her feel too exposed sometimes and smiled before saying her name softly. Sometimes it was a question, sometimes just a remark. It was always just her name. No pressure, no demand. Just “Liv.”

The hum became clearer, more voluminous in her head, a distinct melody repeating itself over and over again. It had, unbeknownst to Noah, become their song. The song that played on a loop when she watched him in the mornings she woke up before him, when they visited museums and he gave her a meticulous explanation of the works there; it even played when they kissed as if they were part of some cheesy rom-com soundtrack.

“I’d like to dedicate this song to all of the incredible people in my life.” Him. “All of the artists.” Him. ” All of the weirdos.” Him.

It was for him.

He didn’t know she was planning on singing it here; he didn’t even know of its existence. It had been her own top-secret project. It had been a challenge because he was always around—she wasn’t complaining in the slightest— and writing a song wasn’t a particularly easy thing to hide. She’d sent him away with excuses of homework, of Skype calls with her parents in Spain, of date nights with Isa, which was actually true, but she then proceeded to let Isa listen to the song. (“Liv, you’re going to make him cry.” “Is it weird that I kinda want to?”)

This was important for her to do, because she was maybe not always the most vocal about how she felt about him, and she could be stubborn and frustrating, and they fought sometimes. But she loved him. And he deserved this.

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop and then there was a hum. It started with a hum. And Liv decided that she was happy to be able to see the faces of the crowd, because the expression on Noah’s wasn’t something she’d ever forget. His face lit up as he recognized the familiar sound and there was only amazement and curiosity in his eyes.

She didn’t break eye contact with him while she sang and she saw his surprise transform into something sentimental, more and more touching as the song progressed. And while for her first song she could sing on autopilot, now she was paying attention to every word that came out of her mouth, every emphasis she put, because it all mattered so much.

Liv sang her final note and she was about ninety percent sure that Noah was on the verge of crying. And she’d managed to shut him up. While his cheering had completely stopped, the other people in the crowd were clapping and whistling as loudly as they could, creating a thundering and overwhelming noise.

She did it.

Liv bowed one last time before exiting.

It took him less than three minutes to find her afterwards.

“Liv?”

“Yes?”

He just kissed her.

No words needed.

[itachi-with-a-chicken]

in ritardo, da italiana DOC, ma abbiamo il primo capitolo <3

fatemi sapere che ne pensate, okay?

[aureliansgirlfriend]

Awww look at this lovely picture of Lola and maya

I definitely didn’t paint over some people’s faces 🤫