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There’s only one (1) way to truly make me relax (even sleep) and stop fidgeting: dip me in water (preferably salt water but anything else works too) and then lay me in the sun to dry.

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i‘m too hot to be this depressed

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You're Every Colour Of The Rainbow

a little fic to celebrate Pride Month!! because me being more comfortable in my queer identity is probably connected to me being in the YR fandom, here's more of Wilmon being cute. yay!

“Hey,” Simon said, frowning. He slowly walked towards the figure on the ground, unsure of what to make of the situation. “You okay?”

The person looked up from where they were sitting, and flicked some of their hair out of their face. And Simon instantly recognised him, didn't really know why he hadn't recognised him before. He'd been hyper aware of his presence all day, after all. It wasn't every day that an ex-royal gave a speech at the Stockholm Pride Parade.

(or: when Simon is looking for some peace after a long day of volunteering at the Stockholm Pride Parade, he finds Wille instead)

read it here <3 (T, 6.3K)

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Honestly, as a German I can not quite understand the obsession of the English speaking world with the question whether a word exists or not. If you have to express something for which there is no word, you have to make a new one, preferably by combining well-known words, and in the very same moment it starts to exist. Agree?

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WILLE + sunglasses

YOUNG ROYALS 1.02 | 3.02 | 3.06

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look at how my tears ricochet 💧

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Happy belated First kiss, first Friday in June to all those who celebrate 💜

(And a lil self-promo for the fic I wrote based on the song)

we’ll make a home on the cracks (glowing review)

"The sun was warm on Simon’s skin, the waves of the sea a distant lullaby, the gull’s cries piercingly loud and the line in front of the ice cream shop stretching out far beyond where Simon could see, when he looked up into the smiling face of a stranger he’d likely never forget. "

Working in an ice cream parlor to earn some cash inbetween semesters has been a very responsible and mature decision, Simon knows that. But it's also been boring as hell. That changes when one day, a chance-encounter changes the course of his next twenty-four hours, and possibly his entire life. He's never been a romantic, never believed in the one true love. So, why does saying goodbye feel like dying?

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glowing review - maisie peters

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brb, I’m going to cry

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YOUNG ROYALS 3.05

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Chapter 8: Bridges

Simon took two steps toward him, shaking his head, “Why did you bring me—” “Are you here as Detective Eriksson, or as Simon?”   The question stopped Simon in his tracks, beside the cheap couch that looked like it’d never been used before. It was eerily quiet in here, and Simon wondered if anyone else even lived in the building. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you here as Wilhelm Ulfsson, or as Wille?”   

♠ Read Chapter 8 ♠

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Skinny Dip In Water Under The Bridge

A month late, but here's finally a little exes to lovers to celebrate @bigalockwood's birthday! Lia ily and I'm sorry I couldn't get this finished in time, but you should be celebrated every month anyway if you ask me💜This fic is loosely based on Sabrina's 'skinny dipping' and I hope you love it!!

After a few seconds Wille decided he’d stared blankly at the page for long enough to proof to himself that he didn’t have a reaction to simply hearing Simon’s name get called anymore and finally looked up. And there he was. The Simon, his first love, the boy with the angelic voice that still echoed in Wille's mind on bad days. The one Wille had hurt. Simon, wearing baggy jeans and a black t-shirt with a cartoon character on it that Wille didn’t recognise. A blouse was tied around his waist and his hair was a bit longer, sunglasses hung on the edge of his shirt, totebag draped over his shoulder. Simon. He was a few years older, a little tanner, but still, inexplicably, undeniably, Simon.

or: Wille doesn't chase after the car, and he runs into Simon three years later in a coffee shop in Stockholm

read it here <3 (T, 5.6K)