#where's that vine of that kid wearing plastic spoons over his eyes

[folerdetdufoler]

hey there may i ask you something? how do you manage to stay active in a fandom that it's all about the remakes nowadays? its come to the point you have to specify which skam you're talking about which its ridiculuous cause skam is one and only, the rest are just remakes and in my eyes its almost the same as fanfics just in tv form. how you don't get discouraged? i'd love to hear your advice, thank u have a nice day.

mmmm, i guess i just ignore the remakes. i agree that they’re just fanfiction, and i do the same thing for that too. i have to block the remake tags on here and twitter, though it’s harder to avoid stuff on twitter because after a while people stop tagging. but if it’s not in my feed it definitely helps! out of sight, out of mind.

i’m not sure how active i am. i talk less to people now, mostly because i don’t see their posts anymore, so i don’t have anything to talk to them about. but there are still a few people who are creating nice edits and making silly memes and they get reblogged into my dashboard by other people. i don’t go into the skam tag anymore because people tend to tag their skam posts with remakes content (possibly to get more attention for it? idk) so most of it is blocked anyway. in terms of creating stuff myself, i kind of just watch the rest of the world for jokes or connections and apply skam to it, like that’s just how my brain processes things these days. i wear skam-colored glasses.

i do wish the remakes had different names just so things wouldn’t get confused, because i’m sure there are people who are watching the remakes who haven’t seen the actual show before, and they’re automatically shortening the title to just skam. i also didn’t like that a remake would use the skam name when it did something stupid. but it’s enough for me to just stick to my own naming system, where skam is skam and the remakes get their full titles to distinguish them (or joke titles to disregard them). it does annoy me when people say “skam og” or “skam norge” because it feels so unnecessary. skam is skam. it’s the remakes that need those country modifiers, because they didn’t bother with a more accurate title.

ahhhh okay that was more a rant than any advice. i’ve settled into the idea that the skam fandom that i love doesn’t exist anymore, so i’m just shouting my appreciation for the show into a void. which i’m actually a little more comfortable with anyway, because then i don’t feel like i’m forcing other people to have conversations about something they’re not interested in. but i’ve had people chat with me privately when they’ve found me, and we can still gush over the show together. everything is just on a smaller scale.

[mybillyhardgrove]

Mango Kisses b.h.

A/N: in celebration of the end of my freshman year in college, here is a little summer story with billy!!

Edit: this is so extremely late it’s sad BUT with the cold months comes my yearning for warmth, so enjoy anyway x ellie

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 1557

Warnings: none :)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (female)

Summary: it was a warm summer day and Billy decided to come over after his morning shift at the local pool to surprise his girl with a sweet treat

You were laid out on your driveway, smiling at the warmth of the pavement soaking through your towel and reaching your skin.  It was a lazy Saturday morning where your house was still - no voices, no music, no people.  Your family had gone to visit your aunt’s new house, but you decided to stay home and enjoy having the days to yourself.  So far, you had played your music way too loud, watched every VHS tape on the shelves, and finished the book you had started reading a month ago.  Now, you were outside, enjoying the warm sun and the gentle breeze.  What a beautiful summer afternoon it had turned out to be.  So quiet and-

You heard a vague rumble in the distance that quickly got louder as a certain blue Camaro approached your house.

“Uh oh.”  If you were inside, you’d have said your peace just flew out the window.

You sat up and adjusted your sunglasses, watching as Billy exited the car wearing a completely open button down and his lifeguard trunks.  He smiled when he saw you and gave a little wave.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said, taking a seat next to you on your tiny towel.

“Hi, handsome.  You save any lives today?”  With that, he rolled his eyes.  Billy loved his job because the power he was given was tremendous, but you had listened to him complain tons about how deaf the children in this town must be for him to have to repeat himself so many times.  “Come on, Bill, those glistening muscles must be good for something more than eye candy for the lonely housewives.”  A wink and a nudge with your elbow squeezed a little laugh from his lips.

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“I know, but you still love me.”  He let out another gentle laugh and shook his head.

“I know, I must really be off my rocker.”

“Oh shut it, Hargrove.  I am a riot.  Now scooch over, you’re blocking my sun.”  You laid back down and closed your eyes, feeling even more content now that you had your favorite person to join you in one of your favorite activities.  You opened one eye a bit and saw Billy hadn’t moved an inch.  “Come on, I’m trying to catch some rays and you’re messing it up for me.”  You wiggled your foot under his butt and pushed, but he was too heavy.  You sighed and sat back up, “Come on, Billy, I’m glad you’re here and I would like you to be here… just over here instead.”  You patted the hot concrete beside you as an invitation for him to lay down.  “You know where the towels are.”

With a huff of exaggerated frustration, Billy rose from his spot on your towel and disappeared inside with a plastic bag in his hand, returning a couple minutes later, the bag replaced with a soft pink towel covered in illustrations of roses, lavender, and vines.  “This is the only one I could find, your family must have taken the others with them.”

You opened one eye and snuck a peek at the grumpy expression on your boyfriend’s face for having to use such a feminine towel.  “What’s wrong with it?  I think it matches you perfectly.”  It was hard to maintain a serious face and your mouth quirked up at the edges when he grumbled about how you thought you were so clever.  When he was set up next to you, you looked at him and got a real treat.  His lean, bronzed chest was stretched across the towel and had beads of sweat already forming from the heat of the sun.  His eyes were closed to avoid its blinding light and his dark lashes brushed his cheekbones.  You thought you were hot before, but you hadn’t felt anything yet.  It made your heart near bursting as you watched the lazy rise and fall of his chest and the pink lips he chewed on.  You sighed in content and laid down again, smiling to yourself and looking forward to this quiet time with him.

Boy were you wrong.  Not even five minutes later, Billy had rolled on his side to look at you and began telling you about every little kid at the pool who had bothered him during his shift (spoiler alert, there were a lot).  Finally, you had to interrupt him.  “I’m sorry, love, but I was hoping for some quiet time in the sun.  I’ve heard all about these kids before and they aren’t even that bad.”

“Not that bad?  If there weren’t parents around, I’d hop down from my chair and chase them out!  Those little shits know exactly how to get under my skin.”  Becoming more agitated to defend his annoyance of children, he sat up and scooted closer, once again blocking your sun.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you took this job, Billy.  You can’t have every child act like a perfect angel all the time… you know how Max and her friends are, what’s the big deal?  Let them run and if they fall, they’ll learn their lesson.  Now back up, you’re blocking my sun again.”

Ignoring your last request, he continued, “I’d love to see them all fall, but I’d get fired if I didn’t enforce the rules.  Besides, I don’t need a crying kid who has a skinned knee ‘cause then I’d have to bandage it.”

The only way to relax him was to agree, so that’s exactly what you did.  Then, he was quiet for a few minutes more before starting up again.  This time, though, instead of talking about work, he hummed quietly.  This turned into mumbling the words and somehow worked up to a full rock concert with air guitars, drums, the whole works.  Peace shattered again.  You swore this boy wouldn’t be able to sit still if you promised him $50 to do it.

Thankfully he was playful after his “lifeguarding sucks” rant and came over, singing the words in your ear and running his fingers up and down your sides, making you squirm.  You wiggled away and pushed his chest to create space between the two of you, but he only came back again.  This time, he was singing louder and straddling you.  “Stop, Billy, all I want is a nice tan.  You’re such a pain in the butt.  Take your show on the road.”  This caused him to paint a dramatic look of hurt on his face and put a hand to his chest.

“You wound me with those words, Y/N.  I am sorry my one-man band isn’t enough for you.  I’ll leave now and you won’t have to see me again.”  You snorted, sitting up and watching as he grabbed his pink towel and slowly began walking down the driveway.  Your face had a huge smile and you couldn’t help laughing as he swayed his hips widely and faked a cry.

“See you later,” you dragged out and he sent you one last look and said something that caused you to perk up.

“I guess I’ll grab your surprise from the freezer and take it with me.  You wouldn’t want it anyway.”  You stood and rushed down the driveway to stand in front of him, a coy smile now gracing his lips.

You squinted your eyes and poked his side.  “What surprise would that be?”

He kept the act going, “It’s gross anyway, I don’t know why I brought it.  It’ll go to waste and I-”

“Biilllyyyy, stop this.  What did you get me?”  Growing impatient, you grabbed his hands and begged.  “I’m sorry for banishing you from my sunbathing spot, pretty please show me what you got me?”  Finally, he relinquished and pulled you inside, the shade and air conditioning a sweet relief.  Not as sweet, however, as the treat your wonderful and thoughtful boyfriend brought you.

Mango Italian ice.

Your absolute favorite treat in the summer, which Billy knew, of course.  He spun around and dramatically showed you the pint he picked up on his way over from the pool, hoping to surprise you.  He sure did.

You gasped with adoration and surprise, “Billy, Thank you!  You’re the sweetest!”  With a quick kiss, you bounced around the kitchen, grabbing spoons and bowls, as well as waters before the both of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch.  Relaxed and drowsy from the sun, you enjoyed every bite of the sweet ice Billy bought you and hummed after each, appreciating the cold that traveled down your throat and into your stomach.

When you finished the last bite and licked the bowl clean, you set it down on the coffee table and snuggled up next to Billy, stretching your legs out next to his and enjoying a few moments of silence and the warm, tan skin of his chest.  “Thank you for that, Billy, I loved it.”  You propped yourself on your elbow and leaned down to give him a long kiss, enjoying how sweet he tasted.  He pulled back so your lips were barely grazing and whispered, “You taste like sunshine,” and kissed you once more, this time making sure to lick your lips.  Your cold tongue and sugar sweet lips were Billy’s favorite thing under the sun and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

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