#I named him after a Norwegian word with no real English translation

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25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 2: Favorite Stuffie!!

#This is based off of my stuffie Kos! #He's the first one i ever bought with my own money #I named him after a Norwegian word with no real English translation #it basically means a warm or cozy feeling #Kos (pronounced like goose with a K) #anyway this was fun #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #babyre #age dreaming #baby regression #cw food #food cw #food mention #food #25ageremoodboards

[sandalwoodhusbands]

kiss like real people do

It's a thing they do, sometimes. At first it would be everywhere, anywhere, after every concert and before every rehearsal. Between tours, during vacations, Chloe would be waiting for him by his apartment and he'd be at a hotel room with Eliott's dick in his mouth. And then it stopped.

And now Lucas has to settle for a quick drunken fuck every time they're away from home.

Lucas looks across the room, and falls in love. 

The hand on his shoulder is warm. Familiar. Comforting. Pink raspberry lips press to his jaw and then a nose tickles his neck, and Lucas is in love. 

"He's good, isn't he? The fans would eat him up." Chloe whispers into his ear. Lucas nods without turning to look at her, eyes set on the boy with a guitar strapped to his chest and wild grey eyes staring back. "I think he's it."

"Hmm."

The boy moves his long fingers expertly over the frets, fast, tongue peeking out of his mouth every time he plays a rift. It's beautiful, whatever he's playing, and Lucas' hands start to sweat when the boy's eyes find his again as one last strum fades out inside of the room. 

Everyone's silent. Yann, Arthur and Basile turn to look at each other with matching grins in their faces, but Lucas doesn't budge. His heart beats in his throat as the boy stares at them expectantly, a look of contained excitement and hope making him look painfully young, and when he goes to ruffle his already messy hair, Lucas swallows. 

"Dude?" Arthur hisses with a sharp nudge to his ribs. 

Lucas turns his head and blinks, dazed. "Yeah. Yeah, he's it." He repeats Chloe's words on autopilot. "We're keeping him."

A beautiful smile blooms in the boy's face at his words, a smile that sends Lucas' heart into overdrive again. He hides his face in his hands for one long second where Lucas already misses his face before turning to thank them. 

And then 

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name earlier?" 

The boy looks at him curiously, eyes ranking up and down Lucas' body, and Lucas wants to hide, but he doesn't. The boy smiles beautifully then, tilting his head up, and offers up his hand. "Eliott."

Lucas takes it. 

"My name is Eliott." Eliott repeats. Their hands hang between them as Eliott wets his lips, and Lucas' mouth goes dry. "I think we're gonna have fun together, Lucas."

"Me, too."

***

 The loud music is still ringing in his ears when he opens the door to his room. They're cute, the rooms in this hotel. White sheets with baby blue walls. Yellow curtains. A white plastic table with a couple of chairs on one side of the room, a huge bed right in the middle that takes up most of the space. 

It's not like Lucas is planning on using the room for anything other than sleeping, so he doesn't mind the squished suitcase half-blocking the path to the balcony. With a roll of his shoulders he bends to pick up a discarded t-shirt by the foot of the bed, smiling to himself when he hears the sound of happy laugher and loud voices over the music that filters through the open balcony. 

Oslo is breathtaking in June, he's decided. A city in a time when the sun never sets. Happy people and soft sunlight at midnight. Warmth against his skin, and inside his chest. He hasn't smiled like this in months. And they just got here last night.

He makes his way to the en-suite bathroom, eager to take a quick shower before joining the guys for dinner. He hasn't real dinner in so fucking long. Grimacing, he peels off his t-shirt, damp at the back with sweat, and maybe he shouldn't have gone with black today, but Eliott's eyes hungrily staring at the curve of his hips all day had made it worth it. 

He knows how to put on a good show. 

And the thing is, Eliott looked so beautiful today. With pink, yellow and blue adorning his cheeks; big, bright eyes lighting up every time someone would comment on the paint on his face, rose gold sunglasses sitting on top of his nose. A satin shirt with the buttons halfway done, loose enough that if Lucas walked too closely he'd get a full view of his toned stomach. 

He wonders how many times he can use the "different country, different rules" excuse until it gets old. He hopes it never does. 

A quiet knock on the door startles him, and he tosses the t-shirt on the sink before walking towards the door. He blinks confusedly when his eyes find Eliott behind it, but his expression quickly turns smug as he watches the older boy's eyes trail up and down his naked chest before they set on his face. 

"Hello" Eliott exhales, a faint blush high on his cheeks. 

Lucas quirks up an eyebrow. "Hey, you." He snorts a little as he watches Eliott ogling him. Good to know there's still something there. With Eliott, he can never be too sure. "Did you need something, or…?" 

Eliott shakes himself out of his daze, eyes widening as if he's just remembered something. "Yeah! Yes. You see, thermostats and I don't get along on a good day, and the ones in this hotel aren't even in French." He makes a sour face at that, and Lucas' heart melts a little. "Well,  obviously, we're in Norway. Anyway- can you please help me? I think I fucked up somewhere, it's like a literal sauna in there."

"Why is it that this doesn't surprise me?" Lucas chuckles. "But I was about to shower," he explains, looking between the lit up bathroom and Eliott. "I can drop by later?" 

"Or," Eliott trails off, assessing Lucas carefully. Somehow that glance alone makes him feel painfully naked, despite having done far less innocent things under the sheets with him on multiple occasions. "You can shower in my room, if you want. I'll even let you steal my rehearsals sweatpants for a bit." He gives Lucas a sweet smile. "I know how much you love them." 

And maybe it's just because he never learns (he doesn't) and has no self-preservation skills (also true). Or maybe it's because Eliott makes him stupid, and he's never been good at saying no to him. Maybe it's the fire low in the pit of his stomach, that makes him equally excited and scared, but he agrees. 

"Alright."

That's that, then. 

Eliott's room is a sauna. The hot air immediately sticks to his face uncomfortably when Eliott opens the door, and Lucas has to take a step back to get used to the overwhelming warmth radiating off the room. 

"Jesus fuck, did you turn it up to 50° or something?" Lucas coughs into his elbow. Eliott chuckles behind him, looking over his shoulder as Lucas fiddles with the buttons on the thermostat. His breath is hot against Lucas' neck, and something twitches in his pants as a hand brushes his bare waist. 

"Also," he clears his throat. "Also, the English translation is under the words in Norwegian, you idiot." He says, readjusting the room temperature before turning to Eliott, but his voice dies when their noses almost bump together. "You just…" he swallows, and Eliott only grins at him, his arm brushing softly against Lucas'. "You just had to pay more attention." 

Eliott hums. Lucas feels the vibrations in his own throat, and he digs his nails into the palm of his hands. He won't cave in first. Not this time. 

Eliott takes one step closer, so close their feet bump together, leaning in. Lips brush against the shell of his ear, a touch so tender it leaves Lucas trembling. "Silly me, then." He whispers at last. And then he takes a step back, knowing smirk on his face as Lucas is left panting against the wall. "You know where the shower is, right? I'll hang some spare clothes for you on the door." He moves towards the balcony, grabbing the packet of cigarettes on the bedside table before turning to Lucas and winking. "Have fun."

Alright. Eliott 1 - Lucas 0. 

The shower is a short one. He has enough dignity left that he doesn't waste time to jerk off in his friend's hotel room bathroom - even if the obvious hard on he's sporting is said friend's fault. He won't waste a perfectly good orgasm when the real thing is smoking one room away. And if he plays his cards right, he might get more than one satisfying orgasm tonight. 

He quickly puts on the clothes Eliott has left for him, raising an eyebrow at the black underwear before deciding to ditch it. There's a cotton burgundy t-shirt, soft between his fingers, and it's a bit over-sized at the shoulders, but Lucas loves the way it feels against his skin. 

The black sweatpants are soft too; he used to steal them all the time when this (whatever this is) was a regular thing. The soft fabric drags against his half-hard dick, and he hisses, tucking himself carefully until the tent in his front is almost unnoticeable. 

He can see the back of Eliott's head through the glass, swirls of grey smoke dancing above his head. Lucas wants to reach out and smooth out the tension in his shoulders. Instead, he walks over to the balcony and stands quietly next to him. 

No one says anything for a while. The silence is calm, underlaid with tension of the best kind. Lucas looks straight ahead, watching as the sky starts to turn into a darker shade of orange, the light catching on the tall buildings made of glass. The low murmur of people under their feet is painfully human. Busy people with busy lives. Infinite stories being told. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Lucas asks as Eliott takes one last drag of his cigarette before burning it on the railing. 

"So fucking beautiful." Eliott exhales. "The lights. The noise. It's so alive. Everything is so alive." The wonder in his voice makes Lucas take a quick look at him, and he feels his walls starting to crumble at the small smile he finds there. "I can imagine myself falling in love to this exact sight."

Lucas takes his bottom lip in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. He nods. Once. Twice. Eliott accepts his silence. 

"How are things with, uhm-" 

Eliott shrugs, cutting him off. "You?" 

Lucas curls his fingers around the railing, pushing forward once before letting go of it. 

"We were never really back together." He nods towards Eliott, flashing him a tight lipped smile. "We wanted different things, I guess. Or well, not that different." He lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Maybe that was the problem." 

"What do you mean?" 

He looks at Eliott dead in the eye. "Let's just say we both wanted to suck someone's dick really bad."

The silent is deadly then. Lucas doesn't dare move, patiently waiting for Eliott's response. To pick it back up or to carelessly discard it on the ground. It can always go both ways, with him, and sometimes it drives him absolutely crazy. The hairs on his neck stand up, and he grips the railing harder, knuckles turning white the more the silence drags on. 

And then

"Fucking hell." Eliott suddenly rasps out. It's such a big difference, the rough drag of his words in contrast with the sweet, melodic tone he usually uses. A shiver runs up his spine at the memories it sparks. "You can't say that."

Lucas turns his whole body towards Eliott, getting in his space. His face feels hot, the fire sitting in the pit of his stomach leaking through his veins and shaking his body with confusion. With anger. With desire. With desperation at Eliott's words. 

Eliott moves to take a step back, but Lucas stops him, hands gripping his hips tightly. The pressure makes him gasp, and the sound goes straight to Lucas' pants. 

"I can say whatever the fuck I want," he whispers, spits out, a lot less intimidating and a lot more breathless than he'd intended "whenever the fuck I want. Got it?" 

Eliott groans, throwing his head back. 

"You can't." He says, covering Lucas' hands with his own, going up, up, up his arms until they settle on his shoulders. He pulls, making Lucas stumble forward, and stops the fall with firm hands. "Because every time you say stuff like that I want to do stupid shit, like- like kiss you all over and never let you go."

So it's a pick it back up kind of day, then. Those are Lucas' favorite. 

With a quick yank he presses their fronts together, chests heaving against each other with short breaths. Game on.

"Well," Lucas whispers, trapping one knee between Eliott's legs. The hand wrapped around his neck pulls at his hair. He smirks. "Why don't you?"

The words are still rolling out of his mouth when Eliott's lips are suddenly on his. Lucas kisses back eagerly, hungrily, his tongue sliding over Eliott's bottom lip before coaxing his mouth open with no finesse whatsoever. He feels Eliott's jaw work under his fingers, a hand pulling at his hair. Fingers playing with the waistband of his sweatpants teasingly. Stomach quivering against stomach in anticipation. Ragged breathing against his cheek, red and orange behind his eyelids, and everything around him is Eliott. Belongs to him. Everything he wants to take, he’ll give.

Lucas presses against him, hard, pushing and pushing until the railing digs into Eliott's back, smirking into the kiss when he hears a quiet gasp.

“Fuck.”

Lucas hums, smiling wider, lips still glued together. His hands are restless, fingers running up and down his neck and thumbs pressing into his jaw with a kind of desperation he hasn’t felt in months. “Yeah, fuck.” He breaks the kiss, nosing at Eliott's cheek, breathing hard against his face. Eliott makes a wounded sound, hands tightening in his hair. “You could fall in love to this sight?”

Eliott's breath hitches. 

“Fall in love with these hands?” He slides one hand down his chest, settling over his stomach, feeling the way it clenches under his touch. “Hands that take you apart, over and over again.” He presses his lips to Eliott's jaw. “Will you? Will you fall in love with my tongue? With my mouth? With my body?” 

Eliott makes a sound high in his throat at that, and the fire in Lucas' veins burn in the best possible way. He unclasps Eliott's hand digging into his waist and guides it inside his sweatpants, leaning back to look at his face. Eliott looks at him with a wrecked expression, flushed cheeks and stormy eyes blind with want. He moans.

“Will you fall in love with my body for tonight, Eli?” He asks, breathless, squeezing Eliott's hand against his hard-on. Their eyes flutter closed at the contact for a second. “For the sake of old times? I’d let you, you know.” He whispers between them, leaning in, brushing their lips together. “I’d let you do anything, if you promise to fall in love with me tonight.”

And then Eliott is surging forward, hand still inside his pants, his other hand cupping the back of his head to stop most of the hit as Lucas' back hits the glass door. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Eliott pants against his mouth. His hand moves at a slow pace inside his pants. “Shut up, you know I will.” He twists his wrist in a way that has Lucas arching his back. “You know I will.”

Lucas digs his nails into the base of Eliott's neck, anywhere he can reach, falling into him, completely giving up control. His chest rises and falls, eyes rolling in the back of his head, enjoying the touch of Eliott's hands on his skin. It’s hot. It’s too hot. Too much. But not enough. Never, with him. He thrusts his hips against the hand in his pants, forcefully, urging Eliott on, to touch him, to kiss him, to break him.

Eliott grips him tighter with a hard kiss on the mouth, swallowing the little sounds Lucas is making, catching them on his tongue, lips molding together hungrily and desperately. He keeps kissing him, open-mouthed kisses that fogs Lucas' mind, tongues curling together, the tug of a bottom lip between a set of teeth. The rise of their chests moving in beat with Eliott's hand. 

And then it’s gone.

Lucas pull back with a frown, blinking confusedly, eyes fogged with want and mind too drunk to understand anything but the hands on his hips. Eliott only grins wickedly at him, and he doesn’t have time to process anything before hands are gripping the back of his thighs. And then his legs are wrapping around Eliott's waist, the older boy’s hands sneaking inside the sweatpants once again, but this time they’re cupping his ass, kneading and squeezing as Lucas curls his arms around Eliott's neck, bringing their mouths together again.

He grinds down in Eliott's hold, making him stumble over the threshold, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach, on his cheeks, on his temple, on the bridge of his nose. Wet lips pressing to his jaw and dragging across his stubble. Fast kisses, slow ones, his nose tickling the side of his face eliciting a squeaky noise from Eliott, something close to a laugh, and Lucas' heart fills in his chest. 

Lucas bounces a little when Eliott drops him unceremoniously right in the middle of the bed, bringing him down with him, the both of them laughing a little into each other’s mouths when an elbow digs into someone’s stomach, and the water bottle on the bedside table rattles to the floor, and the t-shirt he’s wearing gets stuck on his head as he tries to take it off. They’ve always caused hurricanes wherever they go, the two of them. It’s partly why Lucas' so terrified of all this.

They make a quick job at undressing themselves, an eagerness in the room that makes him feel like a teenager again, and this part is good. When everything else is going to hell, sex is always good between them. Eliott yanks his sweatpants off before spreading his legs by the knees and kneeling between them, and Lucas throws his head back on the mattress at the image between his legs. Red lips. Flushed cheeks. An excited glint in his eyes that has him falling apart.

Eliott lowers his head to drop a kiss to the inside of his thigh, hands resting of his hips. Lucas breathes out a moan. “Fuck,” he buries his hands in Eliott's hair. "It's been a while."

Eliott hums against his skin, lips dangerously close to his crotch. He bites the inside of his thigh gently before licking over the bruise, tongue traveling up until it’s grazing the base of his dick. "Far too long, if you ask me." He raises his head to smirk up at Lucas.

Lucas groans.

"Yeah?” He breathes, guiding Eliott's ' head towards his erection. Eliott complies, wrapping his mouth around him experimentally before sinking his head down. The wet heat around him has Lucas losing his breath, making it hard for him to remember his trail of thoughts as Eliott begins to bob his head up and down in a steady rhythm. “And whose…” Eliott pulls back with a loud pop, instead running his tongue flat up his length. “And whose fault is that?" 

"Lucas…" Eliott whispers, breath hot against his dick, and although the stimulation should set fire inside his belly, the tone of his voice only tugs at his heart.

No.

He pulls on Eliott's hair, scratches at his shoulders, anywhere his fingers can reach, frantically, desperately, until Eliott is hovering over him. "Just fucking kiss me.” He begs, pushing him down. “Just shut up. Kiss me."

Eliott does. 

He bumps their noses together, teasing him with his mouth before closing the distance between them. "Demanding.” He murmurs against Lucas' lips. Lucas' hands settle on the small of his back, pressing them together in all the right places. “I missed your bossy ass."

Lucas huffs, slapping Eliott's ass lightly. "You love my ass."

“Fuck.” Eliott groans, nosing at his neck, pressing his lips to the hollow of his throat. "I do."

The older boy keeps his ministrations on his neck, nipping and licking, hips rocking together almost involuntarily. His breaths turn shallow, loving the firm press of Eliott's body pinning him to the bed, letting him do anything and everything, putty in his hands. The friction against his dick is enough to make his head spin, damp chests sliding together in a way that has him panting beneath him.  

“What do you want?” Eliott asks between kisses. He rolls his hips down, harder than he’s done all day, and Lucas sees stars behind his eyes. He presses a kiss to his jaw, thumbs pressing down on his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. Lucas parts his lips immediately, staring at Eliott with glassy eyes. “What do you want, baby?”

Lucas swears under his breath.

“No.” He shakes himself out of his haze. Eliott looks at him confusedly. “No,” he repeats, sure of himself, hooking his legs around Eliott's waist and rolling them over. He sits on his stomach, and Eliott blinks up at him. “Let me do all the work today.”

“Holy shit.” Eliott exhales dreamily, staring at him in awe, and Lucas has to bite back a grin. 

He bends to drop a kiss to the hollow of his chest, where he sees a drop of sweat forming, and licks it off. He’s been wanting to do that all fucking day. Eliott's breath hitches again, and his hands tighten on the hold in his thighs.

“Do you have stuff?” 

Eliott nods eagerly. “In my wallet.”

Lucas reaches behind him to grab Eliott's jeans, the constant brush of Eliott's hands running up and down his thighs making it hard to concentrate, but he gets a hold of them at last, letting out a sigh of victory when he finds a condom and a packet of traveling lube on the inside pocket. He turns to look at Eliott with a smug smirk, raising an eyebrow. Eliott shrugs, matching smile on his face, and grips Lucas' dick in his hand.

“Always have to be prepared.” Eliott gives him a challenging smile, jerking him off in his hand.

“You’re the smuggest motherfucker I know.”

“Hmm.” Eliott concedes. “And you’re easy.”

Lucas snorts out an undignified huff. “Shut the fuck up.” He rips the packet of lube with his teeth, staring down at Eliott with a meaningful look. “Keep that up, and you’re fucking yourself tonight.”

Eliott grins pleasedly. He sits up slightly to grab Lucas' wrists and makes him bend down. Lucas goes willingly, because he’s an idiot. And easy. “You wouldn’t leave me and my hard-on. You started this, remember?” He muses, a breath away from Lucas' lips, before releasing his wrists. 

Lucas huffs again, rolling his eyes before dropping a quick kiss to his lips. Because he wouldn’t, and Eliott knows that. Nonetheless, he shoots him a pointed look, nothing but for show, before sitting up again. Eliott's hands fly back to the top of his thighs as he coats his fingers with lube, moving back to open himself up and Eliott's hands run up and down his legs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to where he wants him the most, but never quite there.

He makes sure to put on a show, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching, legs quivering with tension as he works himself open. Mouth parted as ragged breaths escape his lips, hooded eyes and flushed cheeks that he knows Eliott absolutely adores. Because this isn’t the first time he does this, and he knows what gets him going. Eliott's eyes don't leave his face as he twists his wrist the right way, scratching his thighs teasingly with his nails. 

They’re so fucking good together. 

Lucas whimpers as his fingers brush against the right spot inside of him again, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, because he knows Eliott likes that. Likes it when his lips look thoroughly kissed. As if on the clock, Eliott groans under him, and Lucas opens his eyes to beam down at him.

Eliott beams back, moving one had to brush against his cheek, thumb playing with his bottom lip. Lucas lets him, pushing a third finger in, pressing his other hand on top of Eliott's heart to support himself. And then the phone rings. 

Everything stops in the room. Eliott looks at him with wide eyes. Lucas' heart picks up, a cold sweat breaking across the back of his neck. 

"It's probably-" 

Lucas knows who it probably is. He doesn’t need to hear the words. This isn’t Paris.  This  is supposed to be safe here. They’re supposed to be safe here. He clutches at Eliott's hands clumsily, hard, maybe too hard, trapping Eliott under him. Just a breath away from breaking.

"Let's forget about the rest of the world tonight, please.” He whispers, his breath catching in his throat. “Let me have this." 

Eliott breathes through his nose once, and Lucas waits for the other shoe to drop, hands trembling slightly in Eliott's. He hates the vulnerability in his voice. The power Eliott holds over him. The power to wreck him for everyone else. It feels like waiting on a death sentence, with the way Eliott doesn’t move a muscle, doesn’t even breathe, not one hint to know what he’s thinking. Because he never does, really, when it comes to them. Because he’d once asked, are you afraid? And Eliott had answered, with you, I never am. And then nothing had changed. 

He surprises them both when he turns his hold in Lucas' hands, fingers trailing up, up, up his chest until the settle on his neck, propping himself up in bed and pulling Lucas into his lap, pulling him closer, closer, close enough that their foreheads bump against each other. And while reaching for the discarded condom on the bed, he answers, letting the phone ring, a whispered breath that makes Lucas' entire fucking month "Yeah, okay."

He passes the condom to Lucas, who tears it open the second it’s in his hands, and reaches behind his back to put it on Eliott, slicking his dick up with some remains of lube he manages to squeeze out from the package. Eliott holds his jaw in place, tilting his chin up and leaving a trail of small kisses down his throat, nuzzling his nose on the sensitive spot behind his ear as Lucas works him to a full hard-on. 

Eliott makes these little breathy sounds against his neck as Lucas moves his wrist up and down gently, hips trashing up and down as if he doesn’t know wether to get closer or as far as possible. Lucas takes pity on him, rising himself up slightly, lining Eliott's erection up before sinking down. 

They let an unison groan at the feeling. It really has been too fucking long. Lucas slowly sinks himself down, inch by inch, as Eliott's hands fit on the small of his back, fingers digging into the dimples there, nails scratching, and a shudder breaks through his body. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eliott whispers, fingers burying on the flesh of his ass, and Lucas moans again, knocking their foreheads together. He moves his arms to wrap around Eliott's neck. “So fucking beautiful, I can’t believe you’re real.” Lucas whines high in his throat at the words, drunk on him. “Just look at you.”

“So are you.” Lucas confesses between them, clenching up, ass flush against Eliott's thighs. Eliott lets out a loud growl, gripping handfuls of his ass and pulling him apart. “So are you, so are you, so are you.”

It turns into incoherent mumbling after that, Lucas raising himself up and down again and again as Eliott chases his body, hips moving expertly to the beat of their heartbeats and backs arching up obscenely. He leans back to look at Eliott's face, flushed red and beautiful, lips bitten red, mouth hanging open with every thrust and eyes wide. The image makes warmth coil in his belly, and he speeds up his movements, mouth open against Eliott's as their lips drags together. It doesn’t look like anything that resembles a kiss, just the brush of their lips together and the hot breath shared between their mouths, tongues curled together as Lucas pants desperately. Hard breathing. Low moans. All pressed against cheeks or swallowed between frantic kisses. 

Lucas feels the sounds he’s making escape from the back of his throat, nothing he’s heard coming from himself, and when Eliott grabs his hips to press him down against him at a new angle his eyes roll back in his head. Lucas cries in Eliott's mouth, digging his fingers harder on his shoulders. 

“I’m so close. Please. Holy shit.” Eliott nods in acknowledgement, speeding up his pace at the same angle, rocking his hips up as much as Lucas will let him. “You’re so good, you’re so fucking good.”

Eliott presses a wet kiss to his forehead, taking him in his hand, synching up the thrust of his hips with the up and down movement of his hand, making Lucas' eyes fill with tears. He holds on to Eliott's body like an anchor, instinctively moving his body up and down at a brutal pace, pace never faltering as Eliott fucks into him with everything he has. He’s so close, can feel it in every cell of his body, in the tension in his legs, in the quivering of his stomach, and it only takes Eliott's thumb brushing the head of his dick to turn his vision white.

His whole body shakes as he lets himself go, head falling against Eliott's shoulder. His hips rut against Eliott's, lips trembling, letting Eliott take everything from him, anything he wants, it’s his to take and to have. And finally Eliott groans too, tightening his grip on Lucas' hips as his shoulders tense up before letting go, and it’s the most beautiful sound Lucas' ever heard.

They stay like that for some time, just breathing against each other, Lucas'head resting on the hollow of Eliott's neck, and Eliott's hands running up and down his back soothingly as he presses kisses to the top of his head. 

"Best post-pride sex ever." Eliott whispers a little while later, when they’ve cleaned up and pulled the curtains over the windows. 

Lucas turns his head to look at him in the dark, a safe space between their bodies in bed. Because that’s a thing they do now. Eliott won’t kick him out of bed, because he’s too nice for that, and Lucas will stick to his side of the bed, because he knows his place.

Eliott only flashes him a small smile, reaching with his hand for a strand of hair on the pillow, and brushes it behind Lucas' ear.

"Yeah?" And Lucas smiles back.

"Yeah."

And Oslo really is a breathtaking city, Lucas muses. A city full of life, and full of miracles. Because Eliott breaks the distance between their bodies, curling his body against Lucas, head resting on his chest, and closes his eyes. 

Lucas hesitates for a second, hand in the air, before brushing Eliott's hair off his face. "Well, good."

#skam france #elu #elu fic

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Subtext and Culture, Season 3, Episode 10

Subtext: This is where Sonja admits that Even’s love for Isak is real, and that their relationship is completely over. And since she still cares about Even, she passes the torch to Isak, helps Isak help Even in the best way she knows. Blink and you miss it: Isak’s almost imperceptible smile when Sonja says that Even is better off with him than with her.

Subtext: One final shot of The Locker™, and this time it opens without any issues and Isak flings it open as wide as possible. Because he’s walking through school, talking openly on the phone with Eskild about watching over his bipolar boyfriend. Subtext: Everyone forgot about kosegruppa, because that thing with this Even dude completely took over the show, but it’s nice that the show reminded us that that was actually a thing way back in episode 1. Subtext: This entire clip is a mirror to the clip in episode 3, same characters, same place, same sequence of events. But the outcome is completely different this time. Vilde asks about having a pre-party at Isak’s, and this time he doesn’t protest, he just says yes. Isak walks over to Emma to invite her to the party, but this time it’s not to lead her on, and this time she turns him down. Subtext: Although neither character is saying it out loud, they’re essentially having the “we cool?” conversation. Yeah, they’re cool.

Subtext: Isak is the worst liar. He has visible tells, and his friends usually see right through him, but no-one has really called him out on it, until Even does. The only big lie he’s gotten away with is that he likes guys, but Even saw right through that one as well. So to him, Isak is a really bad liar. Subtext: Everyone forgot about Kosegruppa! Not a single person remembers it! Subtext: It’s ironic that neither Isak not Even went to the first meeting with Kosegruppa because they wanted to be part of the revue. Both of them had ulterior motives, Isak wanted his weed back, and Even wanted to get closer to Isak. Cinematography: Normally we always hear both sides of phone conversations, because they happen from the point-of-view of the main character. But this time Isak doesn’t give a shit about Vilde, he’s lying in bed with Even, so Vilde’s voice is just reduced to an annoying buzzing in the background, and he just wants to get out of the phone call.

Culture: Minutt For Minutt is the name of NRK’s series of slow television programmes. The first such programme showed a train trip from Oslo to Bergen, in realtime, without any cuts. Every single minute of the trip. All seven hours and sixteen minutes. Absolutely riveting. So what Magnus is proposing is to stick a camera in front of Isak and Even and keeping it there for hours, no cuts, no edits, no nothing. This is of course a meta-comment on the show itself, because that is exactly what a lot of fans of the show would want to see. Subtext: The meta-commentary just keeps coming in this clip. Because the conversation Magnus and Isak are having, is of course a conversation that David and Tarjei must have had. What is it like to be a part of a TV show with your best friend, and watching him make out with some other dude? How embarrassing is it to shoot sex scenes, knowing that your friends are going to watch them later? Subtext: Of course Jonas is #1, he was probably Isak’s first real crush. Subtext: And in yet another meta-commentary, the show points out that a lot of women are fans of the show because they think it’s really cute to see two guys being together, and that it is pretty shallow, actually. The dance group doesn’t give a shit about Isak and Even as people, they don’t know either of them, and the only reason they’re asking is because they want them to join their party and look cute. Isak does the 100% right thing by rejecting them.

Blink and you miss it: Eskild is wearing tights and mascara, a throwback to the clip in episode 5 when Isak comes out to Eskild. Lost in translation: Linn uses the word “skeiv” to talk about the Christmas tree, which means both “crooked” and “queer”, so Eskild makes a little word-pun that just works a lot better in Norwegian than English. Blink and you miss it: Someone made a gingerbread penis and decorated it with frosting. Someone also drew a penis on the gingerbread man with frosting. Together with the condom Christmas tree ornaments and Chris’ Christmas penis ornament, there’s even more penis at this party than at Dr Skrulle’s office. Culture: In case you’ve forgotten the grade system that I explained back in season 1, a 6 is the highest grade you can get in a subject, so Isak is better than Sana at biology. He did answer the question on excretion correctly after all. Lost in translation: Norwegian, along with a bunch of other languages, have a construct known as a disagreeing yes. Magnus actually says “jo, gjør det igjen”, but he’s using “jo”, the disagreeing yes, which is different from “ja”, the agreeing yes. English doesn’t have this construct, so to signal disagreement you typically have to invert your sentence, or if it’s less clear-cut like in this scene, you have to start your sentence with no. Because Magnus disagrees with Vilde, he doesn’t think her meowing was nothing, he liked it, he wants her to do it again. Subtext: There is a little throwback here, both to the first episode when Magnus talked about making out with a girl with a cat-tongue, and to the second episode where he offered to have sex with Vilde. But here, she makes the offer to him. Subtext: Eva is making a dig at herself, because the whole plot of season 1 was that she “stole” someone’s boyfriend.

Oh my love, we’ve had our share of tears. Oh my friends, we’ve had our hopes and fears. Oh my friends, it’s been a long hard year. But now it’s Christmas. Yes, it’s Christmas. Thank God it’s Christmas. Season 3 of SKAM uses a lot more subtext than the previous season, for several reasons. Both Isak and Even are carrying secrets that they are ashamed of, Isak of being gay, and Even of having a mental illness. And they keep masking these facts, they keep themselves closed, to each other, and to their friends, so you have to look at their actions to see what they really want. This season also contains a fair amount of symbolism, of birth and rebirth, and it heavily references both Romeo+Juliet and Pretty Woman. If you’ve never watched either of those movies, I highly recommend that you do, so that you can see the scenes that this season is inspired by. One final season left to go, and I already know that the last season is going to be heavier on cinematography and visual composition than the previous seasons, so if that interests you, keep reading!

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[lisinfleur]

Knot on your tongue

The request:

Universe | Vikings, Lothbrok Trading C.O. AU Pairing | No pair Info | Modern Age AU, CEO! Ivar, Spanish Speaker! Friend! Business Woman! Reader, requested by anon for 5CW7 Words | 2273 ⁑ Warnings: Might content some language mistakes (non-speaker of Spanish here… Sorry!).

"It's always a pleasure to work with people like you, Señor Lothbrok," your father said, shaking that man's hand, treating him with respect, as if he wasn't at least thirty years younger than him.

But the man with which your father was dealing at that meeting was nothing less than the current CEO of the biggest trading company of the market, buying the actions of your father's company for an amount that would warrant his deserved retirement, your life, and probably the life of the children you weren't thinking of having yet. And even paying this amount of money, Ivar Lothbrok accepted to have you as a counselor in his administration of your father's boats and docks. The company would, somehow, still be in your family's hands, honoring the years of your father's life that were invested in building that business.

You were extremely satisfied in seeing that smile on your father's face, but you couldn't miss Ivar's expression and the confusion in his eyes with lots of the words your father spoke during that meeting. It wasn't hard to see his lips in clumsy curves that were practically denouncing his complete unknowledge of your mother language - not something you would expect from a man of worldwide businesses like him, but something you would expect from a man used to make the great majority of his deals past the Middle East or across the Russian territory: The Lothbrok company was expanding to the west with your father's company acquisition - which was another reason why you convinced your father it would be a good deal: your company was the first one to count with the Lothbrok Trading C.O. interest and support and with their financial investment, your business would multiply the routes, increase the number of boats and you were sure you would see your father's business swallowing great part of the concurrence around.

It was a dream becoming true for your old man, but also, it was a plan for a lifetime career for you and if you wanted to sustain this, you knew that keeping your relationship closer to the group CEOs would be something crucial.

Of course, you heard the stupidity around the former shareholders of your enterprise - naturally pissed off with the negotiation that took from them the shares they thought would be theirs entirely after your father decided to retire. All of them were betting your father would marry you to any of the Ragnarssons and when Ivar came to consolidate the negotiation, you heard tons of jokes and misogynist words saying things from your father putting a real trustable mind in front of his business to him marrying you to the lamest of the Ragnarssons to ensure your inheritance would come sooner.

What those stupid old misogynist scum-bags didn't know is that you were the head behind the whole project, you were the one who went to the Scandinavian headquarters of the Lothbrok Trading C.O. to make the presentations that convinced all the five Ragnarssons that your business was worth to be bought and that deal was valuable for their expansion plans. You had no plans to marry any of them or none of that shit they thought you would do. You were a hell of a shark in their sea and the big fishes didn't notice your talent until it was too late for their wallets and the deal was closed despite their discontentment.

And this talent was exactly what allowed you to notice Ivar's discomfort with your father's expressions he couldn't fully understand. So, when your father apologized for leaving the place without sharing the meal they were planning to since he had to prepare the documentation for his retirement, you smiled at Ivar, accepting his invitation for a casual lunch.

You took him to a traditional restaurant near your office almost to confirm your speculation: Ivar's forehead furrowed while he was trying to read the menu and since it was a not so famous place, the thing was entirely in Spanish, not translated to the English he was used to using in their international negotiations.

"I... I'll follow you," he smiled, using the classic exit for moments like that, but you smiled back at him, comprehensively.

"I can help you with the menu if you admit you cannot read it, señior Lothbrok," you joked, repeating your father's way to call him.

The two of you had already talked a lot in the last year for you and Ivar to have some more intimacy and so, you were already able to treat him informally when the two of you weren't stuck into any office around the world. Björn was more serious for you, more distant. But he and the other brothers were already close enough for you to smile at his eyes rolling on the other side of the table.

"You're really having fun with it, aren't you?" he complained and you giggled.

"To be honest?" you left open, receiving one of those discontents smiles of his, only to smile a little bigger at him. "Yes, Ivar. It is interesting to see an intelligent man like you struggling with a simple menu, afraid of making an order and ending up with a plate of sauce or something stupid like this in your table. Or losing the chance to get the waitress's number just because you didn't understand that ‘guapo’ has nothing to do with your condition." you giggled at his surprised expression.

Yeah, you noticed the confusion in his eyes and how he didn't know exactly how to answer at the giggles among the waitresses, not knowing if they were mocking him because of his crutch but surely taking it the worst way since anything about his condition was a weak spot for him.

"She said you're handsome. That's why she's looking at you since we got into the restaurant," you translated for his surprise, almost laughing when he looked at the waitress and then at you again, fully shocked with what she said.

"She..." he started and you completed.

"She's interested. Yeah, but you'll probably need an interpreter to understand whatever she'll say at the phone when you call. So, why don't you let me help you with my language instead of keeping struggling with your pride, uh?"

Ivar sighed, defeated. He was a man pretty full of pride and you couldn't blame him for this. During the time the two of you worked together you could really understand the deepest effort he made to raise his position so, you could completely understand his difficulty in admitting he needed some help.

"Fine..." he said, looking at you. "Fine," he repeated, more decided. "You're right. I need help with this thing. What the heck is a m... moe... mol-a-e-h," he rolled his tong and you smiled, trying to avoid giggling to prevent him to be offended.

"Mole. You say 'mol-eh'. It's a sauce. There is a lot of different recipes of mole, but this one is the mole poblano, usually served with turkey or chicken, see?" you showed him the picture at the menu, smiling with the attention in his eyes.

"Mol-eh," Ivar repeated, trying to get the pronunciation. "Mol-eh po... pobl...Jez... This will be a long ride," he sighed and you smiled.

"Nothing like learning your native Norwegian, my friend," you said, giggling this time of your complete inability to order anything but 'en fika' - that was a coffee with cookies you learned how to order in Swedish (The closer to Norwegian you would ever understand).

"I can try teaching you Norwegian in exchange. This way I won't feel such an ass when I start rolling my tongue to say these things... What's a po... poz...What is this?" he pointed the posole name, making you smile.

"Pozole. It's kind of a stew made with sweet corn, chili and pork or chicken. They have three variations here: green, white, and red, here... Verde, blanco o rojo," you pointed the words, teaching him how to say them. "It's a very spicy dish, but maybe you'll like it since you like challenges," you smiled.

"I'll try these so, one of each so I can see the differences," he smiled.

"Then make your order, Ivar," you smiled, pointing the waitress and causing him to gulp dry looking at you. "Say... 'Me gustaría las pequeñas porciones de Pozole, los tres.'" you taught, speaking slowly.

"Me gustaría... las p-pequeñas porciones de Po.. Pozole... los tres." he tried to repeat and you smiled.

"Almost there. Try again, slower. You don't need to speak in our speed," you advised, "Sometimes, we speak too quickly for the beginners, but you'll reach this point, don't worry."

"Me gustaría las peque-ñas porciones de... Pozole, los tres," he repeated, this time slower, more secure.

"Good. She'll get you, now call her..." you smiled, ready to make a little prank with him.

He raised his hand and the waitress who was looking at him came, shyly smiling at him.

"¿Cómo puedo ayudarlo, señor?" she said, and you nodded at him who softly cleaned his throat before trying the sentence you taught him to.

"Me gustaría... las pequeñas porciones de... Pozole." Ivar pointed the dish at the menu to ensure she would understand. "Los tres," he completed and she smiled, noticing he was learning to speak her language, softly reducing her speed to speak thinking he would understand her better.

"En un minuto, señor," she smiled looking at you, and you asked her for your favorite dish in that place, waiting as she took note of everything. "¿Algo más?" she asked and you smiled when he looked at you.

"How do I say 'not now?'" he asked and you smiled bigger.

"You say 'Ahora no, preciosa,'" you said, and he repeated, causing the waitress's face to burst in red as she smiled, leaving to take your orders with a giggle that caused Ivar to raise his brow.

"You tricked me," he said and you laughed, looking at him. "What did I say?"

"You said 'Not now, beautiful,'" you translated and he rolled his eyes looking at you.

"You're just like Hvitserk, always trying to get women in my life."

"Well, you should take the chances life is giving you, Ivar. You won't be young forever. And what's the matter of some drinks tonight with the beautiful waitress that's putting her phone number on the napkin of your tray right now? Uh?" you smiled and Ivar couldn't hold back his smile as well.

In the end, the two of you really became good friends and it was good to have some moments out of his business with you like that.

"You know you'll have to go with us, right?"

"I follow what I say, Ivar... I'm also in need of some moments out of the office," you smiled. "It will be good to have some fun tonight with your Spanish lessons," you joked and he smiled.

"Just keep in mind you won't flee from a night with my brothers and I when we come back to Kattegat..." he stated and it was your time to smile, surprised.

"We?" you asked, looking at him.

"As my personal counselor and future CEO of the Lothbrok Trading C.O. West Headquarters, I think you'll need to spend some more time with your colleagues..." he said as if he wasn't shotting in your face with those words.

"CE-What??"

It was his time to giggle, and he looked at you with security in his blues.

"Don't play the surprised one, Y/N. I can see your talent. You're a shark... Just like Björn and I. You're into this world until your neck and you know how to play with the tides here... If I will leave the West unity with someone of my trust, this person will be you. I settled everything with your father. He'll retire, and you'll assume. Your sector will be as big as mine, so I thought you should have a befitting position."

"But..." you coughed, still taken aback, "I thought the..."

"The positions of command are for the ones who know how to rule, Y/N. It doesn't really matter if you're a part of my family or not. The great secret of the Lothbrok Trading C.O. success around the world is that we didn't try to hold everything in our own hands. Of course, we keep the majority of the shares in the family and we're the heads of everything, but such as Björn has Halfdan right under him, I intend to keep you as my man of trust here. Or better saying, woman of trust," he smiled.

You never thought you would go this far so quickly, but you couldn't avoid smiling back at him.

"I won't betray your trust, my friend," you said, smiling proudly.

"I'm giving you this position exactly for knowing you won't," he answered, firm in his decision, showing you it was something that was certain in his head quite before you could ever dream with this. "We settle the documents tomorrow at the office. But now, I want to enjoy this Pozole and learn how do I ask that beautiful waitress about what time she leaves her turn so we can take her for a drink with us tonight..."

Ivar's smile became slightly malicious and you giggled as he sipped from the cup of water in his hand. His eyes on the waitress smiling at him from the door of the kitchen. It would be a fun time and a good way to celebrate your most recent success...

And maybe to help an introvert friend to get some good time for the night.

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[idonthaveanydamnidea]

assa and maxence's interview on france tv slash's youtube channel

A : Frankly, you've been uninteresting since earlier we're bored, you're super lame!

O : This show is shit!

O : So hi guys. How are you?

J : I'm fine and you Oumar?

O : I'm fine I'm super happy to be with you, for the premiere of the show "On slash". So I'll explain the concept quickly. Basically we're gonna talk for an hour, we're gonna do quizzes, we're gonna do debates, and yeah the idea is really to speak freely in between us, casually, around that table. So today I'm with two members of the Slash team. I'm with Judith, editorial manager of Slash

J : Yeah

O : That's your name?

J : Yeah!

O : Judith. Who's also my boss by the way, on Slash.

J : Here you go.

O : So it feels really weird to do a show with your boss, that's the first time, but i'm not too stressed

Max : It's gonna be fine

J : It's gonna be okay. Be careful

O : And I'm also with Marine

Mar : Who's... I'm not your boss, unfortunately

O : But who is still the stories manager of France tv slash on instagram, and snapchat

Mar : Exactly

O : And our two guests of today : Assa Sylla and Maxence Danet-Fauvel. How are you?

Max : very good, always

A : I'm very good too.

O : Can you explain a bit to me who you are and what you're doing in skam?

A : So, I'm Assa Sylla, I come from [undaudible], I play Imane's character. Sana in the norwegian version

O : So you're the main of Skam's season 4

A : Exactly

O : And you?

Max : And I'm Maxence, and i play Eliott in season 3. Of, well of skam. And uh, and yeah. And it's enough.

O : It's very good, it's very good like this

J : And wait we forgot to tell about you!

O : Oh yeah me! Who am I? Introduce me

Max : That one's for you

A : Why is it for me?

Max : Because you know him!

A : So here's Oumar Diaou

J : No, Diawara

A : Diawara

O : She doesn't know my name!

A : Sorry. We're doing it again

O : We'll cut while editing

J : No

A : Okay, so that's Oumar Diawara, he's the host of the Moonwalk show, that I encourage you all to watch it's so good

O : So today, we're going to talk about Skam france, we're gonna do a debrief from s3, from s4 of the show too, and ask you some questions about this. Are you ready?

O : So the first question is a bit simple but how do you feel after s3 and 4 aired?

A : So good

Max : Yeah

A : I think, and it's such a relief

Max : Proud too

A : Yeah

O : Why proud?

Max : Well proud that... That we had such an impact, and that the message that we tried to send was like, transmitted the right way and, and to so many people.

O : Do you think it changed the life of some people?

A : Totally

Max : Yeah. No but that's true, that's true.

A : We often get messages on social media, where a lot of people are thanking us for this show, are telling us "thank you, Skam changed my life, thank you i finally saw myself represented on tv, thank you cause I finally understand", and that's, that's great, that's so good

O : And your life changed too i think

Max : A bit yeah

A : A bit yeah

Max : A little yeah

A : Yeah

O : In what way did it change?

Max : Well we're invited to shows...

A : Yeah, we're here, we're here!

O : With Oumar Diaou!

Max : No it changes life, [I can't understand shit] is so practical!

O : the little joke! Such a kid

A : Yeah, a real one.

Max : Yeah, for real, it made me discover new subway lines,

A : No, but for real, we get credit for what we do, we're doing talk shows, interviews, and for real for me personally it didn't really change my life cause I'm always the same but it still changed...

Max : It didn't change us as people, but it changed a bit-

A : our daily lives

Max : Exactly, our daily lives.

O : People's judgment too.

A : Yeah

Max : People's judgment yeah... Yeah, yeah it's true. And yeah, all this thing, all this wave that assaulted us a bit, that we didn't expect at all, be it us or you or anyone actually. And that's true that yeah it changes quite a lot of things cause we get stopped in the street, even when we go to screenings, well.

J : And you were a bit worried by the way, in the start, about that. It was really impressive to you

Max : It was my first project, so what was the most impressive to me was to be in front of a camera cause I was just out of school, I was a baby I had never acted, and after that yeah, all of this infatuation that arrived all of a sudden. And when it's a first thing that you do, you've never been used to handle promotion even on a movie with less, you know, less... How can you call that? Of...

J : Buzz/turmoil ?

Max : Buzz/turmoil (that sounds stupid sjdkdkd I'm sorry the word is just not really translatable) ! That's the word I was looking for. Uh, well at this moment all of a sudden you're thrown in the lions' pit and you have to handle promo, you have to handle speeches that are a bit sensible, where you can get a bit destroyed by both sides in some ways, you know. And you find yourself in this and... So yeah that's, that's.... That's scary

J : And you're really careful about the aim of your words. You were really careful. Cause I interviewed him, maxence, and he was very very careful, from the start already you were... First of all very impressed cause it was, I think the second screening. Which was...

Max : Oh yeah! In the small leather seats?

J : Yeah

Max : Yeah

J : And, I noticed that you were really careful about the words you were choosing, you really cared for that

Max : Yeah, well because, because you know sometimes in a bit of a stupid way- and it's also the message we want to pass with skam, in our season for example, about homophobia and everything, sometimes you're just not careful, and you say something stupid, because it's like a thing you say without thinking since middle school or something, and, or sometimes you express yourself badly, and you can be bashed a lot actually. Cause that's also the "two sides' of that thing, of that buzz. Cause on one hand yes we get a lot of love and etc, but if you say one word out of the way, you can be destroyed really really fast, cause we're on, well, unfortunately sensitive topics. It can be sometimes difficult to... Well, I express myself freely cause that's really, well that's how I think and that's the way I am, I would've never done such a project otherwise, but everything can be distorted, very fast, not making the cut and... You can get beaten up real fast

O : no one's gonna ask for that not to make the cut! He's afraid we'll frame him!

A : But in the end it went well

Max : In the end it went really well

A : yeah

O : And especially to live that being that young, because Assa I think you're 23, you 24

Max : 25. 26 next week

O : 25? I saw 1994 on the internet

Max : It's false

O : Oh shit!

Max : 93

O : Everyone got it wrong. Okay, now we have the info that's cool. So yeah to live that being this young, isn't it hard?

A : I don't really know

Max : I'll admit I had a bit of a down at some point. That is to say that the first month, month and a half i loved it, except that in fact, since it went higher and higher we gave a lot, it being me, Axel, David, well all of the cast, and we gave a lot to people, and we didn't really protect ourselves. Which lead to me having around March a period while I was down about all that cause you get a lot of energy in your face, cause people are coming with their stories, either very beautiful or very hard, and they're telling it to you as if you were their best friend almost,

A : Yeah that's super hard

O : You have messages a bit...

A :Yeah, it was really very very hard to read, and i told myself "I don't even know what to answer, cause..." Yeah, there are messages that are really, really hard

Max : And actually you have to learn to put this aside and to tell yourself it's not about you, but your actor, your character. And sometimes the border is a bit complicated cause then during the screenings it's us that have to handle people, except that they relate to the character that your interpreted, and since they're very close to our personality, because that's how skam is they're writing the characters depending on us too, the border is a bit hard to handle for them, and for me personally it was even a bit hard at some point for me, cause I was waking up on mornings and was like "fuck, wait"

O : Who is who

Max : Yeah, who feels what, and...

J : What am I feeling!

O : And on slash's side, how did we live it. I know that us, with clips airing and etc, we were really centered on skam. You Marine, you handle the instagram of slash, you got a lot of texts.

Mar : Yeah, cause every Monday we were airing a story, and we had each time either people telling us that we were a bit sadistic to make us relive the event that happened so they were even more down- either they were crying or we also got a lot of love- or they were really impatient to know more so they would ask when the clip was gonna come out, and it was... It was pretty impressive yeah.

O : And I think there were also people that were a bit like "yeah, you're taking time airing the clips"

Mar :Yeah, totally. Before Fridays we had a bit of pressure

J : Yeah we had pressure! Even on YouTube if we were publishing something else than skam, they were trolling us a little in the comments

O : Moonwalk comments are always like "where is skam?". I was so disappointed!

Mar : People asking us also to translate in Spanish, in English, every story cause they couldn't translate. And last week a very funny message, someone who wrote "I can see a show that looks great, but I don't know what that is", so there are still people not watching

Max : That's great

A : That's crazy

J :That's good!

O : Yeah totally, people are knowing it more and more. And you Judith, do you have a specific memory?

J : My specific memory is more about the fans, who were doing a lot of things, in between drawings..

Max :tattoos

J : tattoos, that's true there are poeple that got tattoos.

A : Oh I didn't know!

Max :Yeah that's crazy

J : And I did, by the way hi Marianne - I did a small video for Marianne who made a song

Max :Oh you were the one to do it? So cool!

J : About season 3 and 4, well no season 3, the lucas and eliott season. And she wrote a very beautiful song and we made her a little acoustic session. And yeah, it's one of my biggest memories around skam cause, the idea was also for France tv slash to give back all of this infatuation with Skam's community, and it was a small gesture to show "that's cool, keep on going!". A very beautiful community. So big kisses to Marianne by the way.

O : The screenings by the way, I came to one of the screenings and it's true that it's quite crazy. Like people react to each clip like crazy... How do you react?

Max : Do you want to start?

Mar :And you're discovering yourselves almost.

Max : Yeah. No but that's it, we're discovering ourselves, we were discovering ourselves live on a theater. And when you're in the main roles, well Assa was a main and i was a pivotal role around Lucas, it's- you're on screen a lot so you see yourself a lot, and... Had you already seen yourself act before?

A :Yeah

Max : Okay. I had never seen myself on screen. Oh yeah Bande de filles (Assa's previous movie) that's true. And yeah during the first screening clearly I finished the screening approximately like that [he's like crumpled in the bottom of his seat] on my cinema seat. Ah yeah, I was not good. I was not good at all. And finally you start playing the game little by little, you get used to it a bit, but you always have the little shot, we were talking about it five minutes ago, always the little adrenaline shot before arriving cause, cause yeah you're... It's still very disturbing. Yeah

Mar : Did you rewatch the clips at home, without an audience?

Max : Uh, not, I'll admit I'm not watching it a lot. Yeah. I watch the episodes when they come out and etc, I watched s4 normally, because I'm almost not in it, so it was perfect, but it's a bit weird to be home alone and to watch yourself on your computer... It's cool to watch it, i was watching it with friends, or, yeah.

A : Yeah I was always watching with friends too. But I was still watching the clips. Because I had to watch it was stressing me out

J : Why is it stressing you out?

A :Well actually, as for the screenings, I already saw myself to the cinema, but it's still always as hard to see yourself actually. And during screenings you see yourself in huge, while we usually watch on our phone or computer, and you see yourself on big screen and i see all of my flaws I tell myself "fuck why did you make that face, why did you do that" and it makes me crazy really. But yeah frankly screenings were really impressive. Especially the way fans were reacting, it was crazy, and it was giving us even more strength, it was giving me a lot of hope.

O : Who'll summarize s3 for me?

A : Ohlala, ohlala

Max :Summarize it?

O : Summarize it yeah. The story, the plot.

Max : wow

O : You were in it!

Max : Yes yes! Is that true? Oh yeah it was such a long time ago!

Mar : You have a pretty important role!

A : Your questions are hard! Summarize it just like that

Max : Summarize, uh... It's... To summarize it, it's the story of a young high-schooler who's called lucas, who's questioning his sexuality, and who's discovering himself and accepting himself as gay little by little, going through steps as friends, the girl he uses as a beard, then people at school, parents, etc. To finally try to live his love story correctly.

O : It's a good summary.

Max :Is it fine?

O : It was really cool

Max : My hands are all clammy!

O : Okay okay chill. So a question a bit simpler, do you have a moment that marked you in that season?

A : For season 3? Oh the party. Infiltration. Oh that was sooo cool to shot.

M : It was very very cool to shot. Infiltration, well I arrived in the end so I was under a blanket in the "combo" room. But yeah it was a great shooting day. All in costumes...

A : We shot it at night and each time it was so cool cause we would put the music full volume, and each time because there were moments where we had to cut the music for sound, and we had to keep on dancing, it's not easy, but it was so good, frankly we were such in a good mood, and we had the costumes, we loved the costumes we had and everything

Max : And there were a lot of extras, who were into it 3000%, as much as we were, and, very very cool to shot and you know as you say we're pretty young, our high school years are not so far, so being in character, to have a party a bit... I don't have the word can you help me?

J : Secret/clandestine

M : Secret/clandestine yes! In a school like that, it brings you back - well i never did this when i was in high school - but it's cool. It feels good.

A : it was so cool

J :So both the party

Max : Not for me. Well yeah clearly the party, but since I was not on set a lot... For me the scene that marked me the most was the paint scene. The mural. Because it was the scene that asked us to let go the most. I'm really talking as an actor, not the scene that I preferred shooting or anything, but it's really... Well, when we finished shooting it, we looked at each other with Axel and were like "fuck, we're actually capable of doing that kind of thing, and we're capable of letting go of everything and to dedicate ourselves 300% to our director, first of all, and to our roles, and also to the audience. And-

Mar : How did you make the paint go after?

Max : we were under the shower for one hour, one hour and a half. And uh, yeah, it was everywhere. Ears, teeth. It was hell. Yeah

J : It's true that, it's not nothing, for a first... It was really the first time that you were acting in front of a camera, so it's not nothing

Max : Yeah. Yeah. And a sex scene too.

J : Yeah, yeah.

Max : So, it was...

J : A nice achievement

Max : A nice... Yeah. A nice... Yeah. No but I was happy, you see. I was happy, I'm telling myself, at least I will have lived a love story with a guy one day in my life, since... yeah, and, no it was very very cool... Uh, then I have thousands of beautiful memories, like, all of the... all of the boat scene, we arrived in this boat that they had decorated beforehand, we saw all of that, really we discovered it during the scene, and that was crazy... No but actually everything was great. No but that's true! Each time I'm telling you about something there's another one coming on my mind, now I'm thinking about the petite ceinture, we have hundreds of stories (tell them all you coward) about each day of filming, so...

O : And when you watch the show, isn't there a scene where you tell yourself "okay that's a strong scene that's gonna impact people"? A specific scene?

Max : For me there was the scene of the first kiss under the rain that killed me, yeah (been there done that). It's the first time where watching skam, well it comes quite fast, but, where I manged to watch without seeing myself. You see?

A : Oh yeah? That's hard!

Max : It's super hard.

A : It's super hard

Max : It's super hard, because you judge yourself quite a lot, as you were saying, you judge yourself a lot, you look, you tell yourself "fuck, why didn't I do this or that" and actually, actually we were so into the filming that at first I didn't notice- because the whole Eliott's film thing came after we filmed this scene, or maybe before I don't know but I had forgotten about it. And actually, when I rewatch the thing... At first, I didn't understand why David would make us hold our hands up like this (MAXENCE SKDKDKFKFSJDJDKD). Really, before kissing, I didn't understand. And all of a sudden, I watch and i realize while watching the episode. So that's the scene that gave me a big slap in the face, because I had completely missed it.

J : Yeah you didn't connected at all...

O : Connected with what? With the fact it matches your project?

Max : The fact that actually, Lucas and Eliott's first kiss-

O : I hadn't realize, I hadn't noticed at all (w o w)

Max : You see?

J : But yes! Actually, the movie project is exactly the same scene

Max : Yeah. It's exactly the same that happens, the tunnel, the hands up, they join, bam they end up-

O : You had all realized that?

Everyone around the table, me, y'all, Obama : Well yeah

O : Okay... That's dope! And you Assa, was there an impactful scene when you were watching season 3?

A : For me the scene that marked me the most is the paint scene! And I remember, when they were filming, with the girls we were in the dressing rooms, and we wanted to watch the scene so bad! But David said no way, no one watches the scene, and after when we discovered the scene we were like "oh yeah, oh yeah that was really hot!"

Max : Clearly. Not but it's beautiful, you see even us when we were looking at ourselves in the end we were all green, brown, black, you know like disgusting mixed painting, and on screen it comes off so well! Every color is here, and i was very afraid of it looking like sort of mud, green/black you know, a bit like when you're a kid and you mix up every paint color in your plate, and finally it comes off really really well yeah.

O : even the fans loved this scene, no? Marine?

Mar : Ah yes, yes, completely. We got lots of hearts.

Max : Yeah? Every color?

Mar : Every color obviously.

O : And I'll ask you too, the scenes that impacted you in s3?

J : My impactful scene from s3... It's when Lucas gets outed by Chloé, because I though that was super important to talk about it. By the way we're gonna take this opportunity to say, don't out people (listen to what the lady's saying kids). Uh, yeah.

O : What is outing people?

J : Outing, outing is- See i wrote it so I won't say stupid things. Outing is basically reveal someone's homosexuality, bisexuality or trans intensity, without asking- without their consent. So yeah you don't do that, it's violating someone's privacy, and there's also a path, it's up to people to decide the moment to come out, if they wanna do it or not by the way. Anyways, you don't out people. So I thought it was important to... For me this scene was super important, cause we often talk about coming out but we don't talk about that thing that is outing, which is something super violent, and so for me that scene was essential, and it realkuy marked me, and especially I found it very well acted by Axel (y e s)

Max : That's what I was going to say yeah, Axel Auriant is outstanding in this scene.

J : This scene killed me, really, I cried. And I saw it, i think it was at the screening

Max : Yeah, it was

J : Cause I saw it on big screen so... With eddy de pretto as the background music, and the punch in the door. By the way, maybe you're gonna confirm this but I think he really punched for real

A : Yeah apparently. Apparently he really hurted himself

Max : Yeah, he really... Well, it was makeup on his fingers but he really smashed his hand yeah. Yeah.

J : But really, well I cried... (been there done that part 2) And really for me this scene is the most impactful and especially it's very important. Here. So to say it again, don't out people please.

Max : Be careful

A : Oh yeah and I just thought about it, there's a scene that impacted me a lot too in s3, it's the moment where he's at church, and then there's the music... This one! And with the music adding up, that music is just perfect

O : I was listening to it on a loop!

J : It's good

A : I downloaded it right away. I really loved the song frankly, and after when he starts running and he's joining Eliott, this scene is crazy, frankly I loved it, so beautiful

O : What about you Marine do you have a scene?

Mar : There's a scene I loved a lot, it's the dialogue in between Lucas and Mika on the couch, I don't know if you see? Where basically Lucas starts saying there's something going on with Eliott, but that at the same time he doesn't want to say he's gay because he's not considering himself a stereotyped gay, and i think it's quite representative of what can happen at this age, what Lucas expresses is what society can think about gay people, and that's a sort of homophobia that he internalized, he wants to get out of it but he doesn't really know who is he is actually. And I found this strong, after that, the message that mika was passing saying it was out people who were helping the cause,and i found that strong. And I thought it was a nice political message but passed really smoothly, it was nice.

O : That's true that, I was wondering, while you're filming, do you tell yourself "there are people watching, maybe it's gonna change things"

Max : No

A : No, frankly not at all

Max : Well I don't know who's working what way, but, I know how Axel works at least, and we have pretty much the same way of working that is to say, we're our characters from 8am to 8pm if we're filming, if we're filming until 5am we're our characters until 5am, and actually we don't think about the message, and it's a bit- when you act a scene you have to think about yourself, and what your character lives at the moment, you should not think about the impact you could have cause it's getting you out of your role, it brings you back to you... To me Maxence, for example, or to Assa or... Except we're not ourselves on set. So you really shouldn't think about the result, basically. That's it.

J : Anyways that's more of David's job. He makes you act something, but because he has an idea in his directing about where he wants things to go.

Max :Yeah but you don't think about a message. Well. The message, you see it when you read your script, first reading, you tell yourself "oh that's cool, bam bam bam"

A : And especially when you discover. When I discover the episodes I tell myself "oh yeah I understand David better now! He wanted to do that" because on set, we act and we don't think about after, we don't think about how the scene is gonna be perceived by the audience, we're really in our characters and...

O : He doesn't brief you at all on this?

Max : No because it's not important

A : Yeah it's not useful. He just briefes us about how we have to act. How we have to feel things and how we have to act, it's really not...

Max : Because if we act bad, the messages won't be passed. If we fail our scenes, if we're not true in what we say during our scenes, the messages won't pass. Actually, the messages are a bit the result of all of the processus we put in place to create our character and-

A : Exactly

Max : Yeah. And that's what's magical in being an actor. It's that, you see, you're alone in your room working on your scripts, working on your stuff, on set you're focused you're not thinking about anything else, and all of a sudden it's out and you see the impact

A : Really, it's exactly that

Max :And it's really the most beautiful gift of our job

A : Yeah

O : We're moving on to the debate

J : Yeah, we're going to do a debate

Max : And we don't talk about season 4?

J : Yes we do!

O : right after

Max : It's my favorite [?]

J : right after. There's a debate about s3 then debate about s4, and they're really important debates.

Max : okay

J : Ie, a debate about Eliott actually, are we for or against- Are Eliott's flirting techniques that good? (bitch....... yes) What do you think about it?

okay I'll stop there for now and i'm continuing the other half right away on another post, sorry this is taking so much time

#skam france

[lostinthewoods-kristoff]

Kristoff Eindride Bjorgman Character Sheet

Birthday — December 31, 1990 Zodiac Sign — Sagittarius MBTI — ISTJ Enneagram — 9 Temperament — Phlegmatic Hogwarts House — Hufflepuff Moral Alignment — Neutral Good Primary Vice — Envy Primary Virtue — Diligence Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — Anna Bjorgman (née Olsen) Father — Ole Bjorgman Mother’s Occupation — translator, with knowledge of Sàmi, Swedish, Danish and English Father’s Occupation — Park ranger at Hardangervidda National Park Family Finances — comfortable bit not particularly wealthy Birth Order — oldest Brothers - none Sisters — Freya, 12 years younger, and Agnetha, 14 years younger Other Close Family — The Stone trolls! Best Friend — He doesn’t have one :( Other Friends — The Stone trolls! Enemies — All humans Pets — None, but growing up he had a dog called Kipper and the trolls kept bringing him little baby badgers and deer and things and he just kept calling all of them kipper Home Life During Childhood — serene honestly like he grew up in a valley between two mountains, he spent all of his time outdoors playing, he got to spend a lot of time out in nature Town or City Name(s) — he was born in Oslo, but they moved to Odda for his dather’s work when he was very little Any Sports or Clubs — He played ice hockey and his mam was teaching him to play the guitar Favorite Toy or Game — Schooling — he never went to school! He was too little when he went missing Nationality — Norwegian Culture — uhhh Stone Troll? Religion and beliefs — None

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Boyd Holbrook Complexion — paler 👏🏻 than 👏🏻 pale 👏🏻 Hair Colour — himbo blonde Eye Colour — listen Boyd’s eyes are blue but kristoff’s brown eyes are so important to me so we aren’t talking about it Height — 6’2 Common Hairstyle — sort of long-ish like longer enough to get into his face and v floppy he only discovered scissors like a decade ago Clothing Style — comfy and warm in the winter, comfy and cool in the summer. Fairly basic boring clothes to be honest Mannerisms — mumbles to himself a lot! has a habit of whistling songs the tolls taught him. Yikes face constantly.

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — he’s probably had a few colds and sniffles since coming to swynlake tbf Physical Ailments — none Allergies —  None Grooming Habits — oh you wanna talk grooming habits with a man who is essentially a yeti? Honestly even tho he probably really enjoys a hot shower after years of bathing in a freezing cold river all that water probably still feels super wasteful so he’s deffo an every few days kinda guy, and yes he is also a seven-in-one conditioner-shampoo-shower gel-lotion-toner-toothpaste-hair removal cream kinda guy why have lots of bottles when you can have one (1) Sleeping Habits — a surprisingly heavy sleeper for someone who lived in the open, but then maybe that’s because he had the trolls to protect him (and also they wouldn’t shut. up.) Eating Habits — eating CONSTANTLY the best thing and one of the only good things about living in town is FOOD what the hell is a cronut and why isn’t there one in his hand right now but honestly lots of fruit and veggies surprisingly healthy Exercise Habits —  he treks in the woods like for a living I guess that’s it Body Temperature — warm always big tall radiator Sociability — he’s trying but it’s early days 3/10 Addictions — none Drug Use — what is a drug Alcohol Use — I figure he once found like a bottle of whiskey or smth in a backpack im the woods one day when he was like 11, took a sip and was like ew and that’s been it ever since

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — being moody af, constantly distrustful, and also nail chewing, and whistling too that’s annoying Good Habits — thoughtful!! Fixes things without being asked, helps old ladies cross the street Worst Memory — probably getting dragged out of the woods by the rescue team when he was 16; the trolls were his family by then and had been for longer than he’d known his birth family so he would’ve been traumatised by getting pulled away from them like that Best Memory — I think probably a more bittersweet memory, one he looks on as being positive is the trolls finding him when he’d gotten lost Proud of — himself, for making it this far Embarrassed by — everything and nothing he’s a complex dude Driving Style — awfully good. Not like *posh British accent* “awfully good” like “he’s simultaneously good at this and going to get us all killed”. He was taught by a farmer one summer so whilst he can’t legally drive, he can actually drive pretty well, but he goes very fast and he doesn’t believe in checking mirrors Strong Points — independent but deeply caring about the people he loves, very resourceful Temperament — he can be quite moody at first but he’s very Soft once you get to know him Weakness — again he can be quite moody and he also pushes people away a lot he isolates himself even if he doesnt necessarily want to be isolated!! Fears — being completely on his own Phobias — enclosed spaces Secrets — i guess he doesn’t have any?? He was like Big News at one point so I guess people know his business Regrets — I honestly don’t know? Like maybe sometimes he regrets not being around for his younger sisters but honestly he does Not regret leaving his family sooo Feels Vulnerable When — he’s not in the forest/with the trolls Pet Peeves — People talking loudly in public places/generally being rude in public places Short Term Goals and Hopes — get a job, make sure he can hold a roof over his head Long Term Goals and Hopes — manage to live in town and be less of a strange in between yeti mam Sexuality — he doesn’t know yet!! He’s never really bwen part of society he doesn’t really know what sexuality is!! He’s had a few Experienxes in the past (he has had his first kiss and that is It) but he needs to learn! Day or Night Person — day Introvert or Extrovert — introvert king Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist tbh

Likes and Styles:

Music — he likes cheesy old 80s songs he remembers them from when he was little and he’s been rediscovering it now, loves it Books — he’s a pretty slow reader so he doesn’t really have any favourite books. But he has a lot of favourite stories that the trolls told him! Magazines — again he’s a real slow reader but he loves those magazines you get from the supermarket that are like,, free and have loads of recipes and shit in Foods — all the foods. All the big ones. Loves ‘em. Will put literally anything in a sandwich because society has not taught him what is and is not acceptable to slap between two slices of bread Drinks — he complains that tap water in town tastes wrong but he’s taking a real liking to coffee, love that shit Animals — all of them!!!!! They’re better than people!!! Color — green and/or blue Jewellery — he doesn’t actually have any jewellery but he does have lots of really cool pebbles that his stone troll fam gave him

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — he lives in benbow now in one of the ground floor apartments and he’s still getting used to it Household furnishings — minimalist af the only furniture he has is what was in the place when he got it so it isn’t much but there’s lots of decoration!! Lots of trinkets!! Favorite Possession — the aforementioned rock collection Relationship with Family — he’s still very close with the trolls, even though he’s living in town now. He misses them a lot!! As for his biological family he doesn’t ever rlly think about his parents but he does think about his sisters every so often he wishes he knew what was going on with them Car — be doesn’t have one but he would like one! Career — is there a word for someone who goes and gets things from the forest for a Price Dream Career — I think he’d like to do smth in nature he honestly isn’t too sure Dream Life — honestly I don’t know, and I don’t think he knows either!! Love Life — nonexistent lmfaoooo Talents or Skills — survival skills? Puts Bear Grylls to shame. Singing voice of an angel.  Intelligence Level — honestly like he’s fairly smart just not Book Smart Finances — get this man a full time job STAT

#( journal. ) #it's ma boi!!! #also thank u to mk who i stole this from lmfao

[tomaszdechovskymep]

Everything you wanted to know about Norwegian CPS Barnevernet and you were afraid to ask

The children of the state, a new documentary about Barnevernet by Czech television, gives the public response to virtually everything you needed to know about Barnevernet and you were afraid to ask. The director Ivana Pauerova-Miloševič does not press on the viewer, she tries to keep her distance, and draws attention also to comparable failures in the Czech child protection service (CPS), especially the excessive use of institutional care for toddlers. But she leaves no doubt that there is something wrong with the Norwegian system and it would be a mistake to overlook these problems.

In spite of all the frightening snatching cases, the documentary attempts to explain the Norwegian approach to the Czech public. The path to misfortune is often paved with good intentions, and this documentary clearly shows how this statement applies to the Norwegian CPS „barnevernet“ 100 percent. The whole movie confirms virtually everything I have been saying for more than three years.

 The vast difference between Norway and the Czech Republic

Whenever there is a discussion about Barnevernet, some important numbers should be mentioned, which are stated in the documentary too. Probably everyone will be interested in the numbers of snatchings. In Norway, according to sources in the document, 3,000 cases of removal are reported per year. By comparison, the Czech Republic has a bit more than that but is two times bigger than Norway. In total, Barnevernet receives up to 70,000 anonymous reports annually, and 80 % of them are being investigated. 53,000 children have some form of assistance - such as a "weekend foster-man who cuts wood with children." This is one method used if Barnevernet considers that a child raised by a single-mother is missing a male role model, as Margaret Hruza, a Norwegian co-author of a documentary, reveals in one of the interviews.

Indeed, the main reasons for the removal of children are very different in both countries. While in the Czech Republic the most frequent reason for removing children should be the poor social situation of families, the most common reason in Norway is the lack of parental abilities. And here begins the whole problem, because it is a vague title, under which can be hidden anything; even a badly prepared breakfast.

 Too much good for a child?

               I have mentioned many times that the difficulty lies primarily in the unlimited power of Barnevernet. Virtually nobody has effective control over this state organisation. This is what knows very well for example the family of a woman named Charlotte, whose children had been kidnapped on the basis of her stepmother's report. She was supposedly not giving the children sufficient care. The children were returned to Charlotte after 17 months. It was only after this long time that the Norwegian courts could declare that the snatching was absolutely unjustified. Throughout the proceedings, however, the mother became pregnant again. The newborn was preventively taken away only 14 hours after birth! They didn’t return this (third) child, stating the 6-month-old girl was used to the foster parents, and so the return to the biological parent was not possible. The family has been fighting for her daughter for more than five years now. They want to see her at least more often than four times a year.

Charlotte's partner, who was also interviewed in the documentary, sees the problem in the fact that Barnevernet goes too far when taking children into care. The behaviour seems to be because they can, and not because it is needed. In short, "where abusive power can be abused, it will be abused," as the co-creator Margareta Hruza said. If they don´t like you, they just take your child and find some reason. Barnevernet can explain everything by themselves. When the family had tidied their house, as they usually do before each visit, Barnevernet reported that it looked like no children lived in their home...

The words of Lotte's partner are also (unintentionally) confirmed by the staff from one Barnevernet office, which allowed the interview. The lady admitted that somewhere they went too far while trying to provide the best further development for the children. According to the director Ivana Pauerová-Miloševič, Barnevernet no longer deals with problematic cases, but they have begun examining if a parent is good enough.

Anyone who wants to know more about the child protection philosophy in Norway, they should study the book Sveket, which in English is translated as "betrayal." This is the Barnevernet bible, and as indicated by the title, a betrayed child is supposed to be the reason why the world looks the way it does. At least the author of the book, the Norwegian psychologist Kari Killén, is persuaded by this. The main priority is therefore following: the state is supposed to protect the child from every violence done by parents and foster parents. Protecting children from any negative stimulus has to be an absolute priority. The child must not be exposed to any stress or stimulus that could depress it. To show sadness in front of a child is unacceptable.

The state does everything to ensure that children are brought up to the best of their abilities. They even hold free courses for parents about "parent management". The child must have more recognition for what it does (e.g. dishwashing), although this should be considered as natural.

The documentary also indirectly points out that the upbringing of children is in fact reduced to only a technical matter and that the biological parent's emotional bond with the child plays virtually no role here. If a child is taken away and is entrusted to another person for a long period of time, the principle is that they must be left outside their original home due to the newly created bond.

 State as a friend or tyranny of the majority?

From the documentary, you can sense the struggle to find people willing to talk about Barnevernet publicly. This especially applied to those who were willing to talk about Barnevernet critically. As Margaret Hruza said at the beginning, people can even lose their job when they publicly criticise the Norwegian social workers.

The truth is that being in the "care" of Barnevernet means social stigma and people, therefore, refuse to talk about it. Other people think that something really must’ve happened if Barnevernet came. Why? They cannot admit that it could be a mistake. Nor the Norwegian partner of Margaret was willing to speak on this subject because he was not willing to accept any criticism of the Norwegian system.

 Those who observed the situation for a long time are not surprised that Barnevernet did not show much willingness to speak. Their introversion and hiding for the best interest of children is a long-standing problem. The reluctance to do the opposite was explained by one of the aforementioned Barnevernet employee. She said it is because the Czech media do not write positively about the institution.

Norwegian society is typically non-critical of the state and has a trusting, and close relationship with it. The state is considered a "friend," who wants only the best for people. The same applies to respecting all social conventions that are not written, but everyone knows they should be observed. Failure to comply, albeit unwritten, may cause suspicion in others, and the person may find himself in Barnevernet's viewfinder or face other inconveniences.

It reminded me of the almost 200-year-old words of the French political thinker Alexis de Tocqueville, who in his famous work ‘Democracy in America’ warned against the tyranny of the majority manifesting just as described above. The company is labelled with a number of different rules, and no one has to go too far. And if that happens, the person concerned has to face an ostracism from the rest of society.

 Norway, the country of fear

And the same applies to today's Norway. Every parent must keep an eye on each other. The pressure to adhere to the rules is enormous. Sofie, the little daughter of Margaret Hruza, told to her mother at the beginning of the documentary that she would like to invite her friends or just some girls to her birthday, but she cannot. Why? Other children would be sad because they were not invited too. They would have to invite at least the entire class.

The fact that the pressure of society is real in Norway, and it can be very unpleasant especially for foreigners, can eloquently demonstrate the story of journalist Andrej Ruščák. He lived in Norway for several years but recently decided to return to the Czech Republic. He did not feel well in Norway precisely because of the ubiquitous oversight of the society.

E.g. the control of children at a nurse reminded him of interrogation, and the overall social pressure on compliance and enforcement of informal rules was hard for him and his family to bear. Barnevernet was an imaginary last drop for him, and his move back to the Czech Republic described Ruščák as “a statement" - a form of expression of disagreement with what is happening in Norway.

The children of the state is a very strong statement that there is really something wrong in Norway, and the talk about unjust kidnapping is not just a fancy rumour. I therefore ask how many such documentaries must be filmed so that all the non-critical Barnevernet supporters finally understand that there is something really wrong and they should stop playing down the situation, and not even hold Norway for an inspiration and pattern for changes in the foreign child protection system?

#norway #czech republic #stopbarnevernet #czech television #documentary #barnevernet