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Ylvis in America, enjoy! :)

(I tried to reblog your post but somehow it didn’t work for me)

Happy Easter!

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I love this! Takk og god påske!

                                                                       Happy Easter

“I don’t know, John. I don’t even know what day it is anymore…” -Vegard Ylvisåker; The Sixties

Ylvis + height + doors

Bård’s pretty okay but still hit his head, so it must’ve hurt a little bit. It’s kinda funny how reacts after he hit his head Magnus. Well Magnus is tall, too tall… Let it be, I guess And here we have Vegard…

I love grandma activities… sleeping early, drinking tea, knitting, buying ugly sweaters and tacky clothing, gardening, feeding all the neighbourhood cats, sewing… Im all abt that!

Hi guys! I'd like to join a secret santa program for Christmas. The one where we can exchange gifts worldwide. I would appreciate it if you guys message me tumblrs or links for it. Thank you so much and I wish you well :)

Tropea (Calabria, Italy)

Photos by @acriativelife on Instagram

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.

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TFP SCENE WITHOUT MARY’S NARRATING

I made this and now I feel slightly more happy about the episode 😁

@vegardisfinn replied:

He had a very gentle grip, and very kind eyes, with a light in them.  And my brain would only make this weird sizzling noise.  So it’s probably a good idea that no actual conversation happened, because I might have bombarded that poor pretty man with overjoyed nonsense.  On the other hand, I mean, have you heard his lyrics?  Overjoyed nonsense is the clay he uses to sculpt dazzling towers of song.

@vegardisfinn​ replied:

Thank you!  That’s extremely kind!  They’re here (and the last one is finished but not quite all posted yet):

Unaired Episodes

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Unread Messages

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself, and tag 11 people in return! Tag backs are allowed, but you mustn’t repeat any of the facts you mentioned previously!

I had the good fortune to be tagged by the wonderful @biberrymuffin!  Thank you!

1. I have a lot of difficulty telling left from right, but I’m good with cardinal directions.

2. I don’t swear.  When I was six I was making up words to make my baby brother laugh, and suddenly at a word I made up my mom whirled and demanded, “Where did you hear that?”  And she was so shocked and upset that I.. just… can’t.  Even though she doesn’t care now, and I have been in situations where it’s far more embarrassing and socially inappropriate to not swear.  I’ve been trying to cultivate it a little, for fanfic, but my comfort level will only let me go so far.

3. I was homeless for two weeks in 1998, but like, couchsurfing homeless.

4. Before the latest toe incident - and that was never made official - the smallest amount of time that had gone between my breaking a bone and having it diagnosed as broken was two weeks.  The largest, nine years.

5. People who see me in person tend to underestimate my age, my upper body strength, my level of physical fitness, and my smartitude. 

6. I have written six novels.  Three of them are about Ylvis.

7. In 1997 I snuck backstage after a Yes concert (because my Rush t-shirt was the exactly blue of the backstage pass) and met Alan Parsons, Ian Bairnson, Billy Sherwood, Alan White, and Jon Anderson.  Jon shook my hand, but before we could speak one of his people let him know he was needed elsewhere.  But he kept hold of my hand the whole time that they were talking, and then said, “Sorry, I have to go,” and blew me a kiss.

8. Back when I lived in downtown Toronto, my favourite thing to do on a Friday night would be to just walk out of my rooming house/apartment and go on adventures.

9. To me, everything that I do is perfectly sensible and logically laid out, but especially when I was a kid, people would see my workspace and think I was a trainwreck.  I used to just accept that until someone I was working for called me organized, and when I protested, she said, “Well, stuff gets done.”  (Come to think of it, most of my life has been this process of thinking I’m terrible at something, only to find out that I’m not nearly as bad as I thought I was.  So maybe I should just be cockier.)  

10.  I’m ace, but I made an exception for this one guy once and it’s lasted twelve years.  It blows my mind that it’s been that long, because I still think of myself as fundamentally single.

11. After eighteen years in Toronto, I’m living with my parents again, because jobs are ridiculously scarce, and because I trained for over a decade for a career in academia that I can’t pursue if I’m working full-time in a factory.  I love my parents, and it is very comfortable here and it’s so nice to be comfortable, but I hope like heck it’s only temporary.  

I tag @humbae, @hydie-von-shuffle, @chaoticellum, @charlies-drumming-on-miss-you, @surroundedbyselcouth, @it-is-baja​, @krokomot​, @alxhxmora​, @nirnaed–arnoediad​, @vegardisfinn, and @twoshotsofhappyoneshotofsad, if you want to!

Christmas Posts All Year! (New posts every 3 minutes!!)

Can we just discuss for a second how hot John looks when he half-salutes Sherlock during the balloon scene? Like no wonder Sherlock is in shock.