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— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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why plan a coherent plot when you can just let your characters make choices and ruin everything

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Lever Hillerska alltid kvar: Season 1 Episode 1

I had a fun little project during the Young Royals overnight at Kaggeholm. Here's what I was up to... Part 1 at least! Shots from season 1, episode 1. Many more to come

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Food and drinks Wille gets for people in the show:

hotdog for Simon (S1)

sandwich for Simon (S1)

poke bowl for Felice (S2)

sandwich for Simon (S2) (not accepted 😭)

tea for Boris (S2)

coffee or tea for Simon (S3)

My boy is a provider! Let him take care of people!!!

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Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

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nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

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Via.

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The main flaw of the Wille/August fight scene in S3 is that it distracts from what really matters, which is Wille bringing Simon coffee. He puts a hand on his thigh and asks him if he wants anything and then he goes and gets it and I know that he was so happy about it until August ruined it. Wille loves getting Simon things. He loves being a boyfriend and going on little quests for the love of his life.

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Arsenal 2025/26 third kit

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“imagine your otp”

i do. always. in literally every scenario.

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reblog to give prev a little sticker and tell them you’re proud of them

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Young Royals 3.06 ❤️💜

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Sunday snippet

From a little post-abdication one shot I kinda forgot about <3 enjoy

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He danced in the street at 2 in the morning leaving a bar, skipping and howling at the star speckled sky with too much tequila burning in his veins.

He ran long distances—5 kilometers, 10 kilometers, one day leaving and not coming home for nearly two hours, winding down the river for miles and miles.

The next day his knees throbbed and he placed a bag of frozen peas on one, frozen corn on the other. Simon placed a hand on his cheek and looked concerned. Wille shook his head and Simon pursed his lips to the side before kissing his forehead and letting it go.

He bought a bike to save his knees, biked for hours, tried to feel free.

He shaved his head again as soon as it started to grow out.

Simon came in while he was halfway through and took the clippers, tilting Wille’s head down with his hand to shave up the back.

His wordless support overwhelmed Wilhelm beyond comprehension, and by the time Simon nudged his head back up for him to look in the mirror, his cheeks were streaked with tears.

“Baby,” Simon whispered, clicking them off and wrapping his arms around Wilhelm, whose shoulders were tacky with a light sheen of sweat and coated in tiny little hairs that had fallen from the clippers. Wilhelm clutched Simon’s torso and held on tight to his own wrists. He dug his nails into his skin violently and his whole body shook.

That night Simon whispered to their bedroom ceiling.

“Sometimes I wish I knew what was happening in your head,” he said.

Wilhelm didn’t answer for a long time.

“When I find out I’ll let you know,” he finally replied, his voice guilty and sincere.

“Promise?” Simon repeated, rolling over to look at Wilhelm.

Wilhelm nodded and held out his pinky to link with Simon’s with a serious expression.

Their pinkies linked, their gazes linked.

Simon reached for the back of Wilhelm’s head and pulled him close, rubbing his hand back and forth over the soft fuzz.

Wilhelm cried again.

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Clarice Lispector, from her novel titled "The Passion According to G. H.," originally published in 1964