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#wilhelm x simon
purplehoodiesimon · 15 hours ago
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Simon does rowing which is actually a pretty good sport to build muscle from which means he's got to be surprisingly strong SO please everyone close your eyes and imagine with me Simon and Wille doing that one couple thing where person A flings themselves into B's arms and jumps up and wraps their legs around B's waist and B is holding A up and they're kissing and Simon is B and Wilhelm is A and I need to go draw this now brb see y'all in an hour
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levok · 2 days ago
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The last time they were okay.
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wilhelm-eriksson · 2 days ago
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happy 1 year to this ICONIC scene and the even more ICONIC line of “All the people are fake, they’re made out of metal. But I like you. And that’s not fake.” :')
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ungaroyals · 2 days ago
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You can all blame @moonboy-bin for this one. (based on the idea that Wilhelm talks to the snowglobe Erik gave him whenever he wishes he could speak to his brother) It's been four days since Wilhelm has returned to Hillerska after the Christmas break. Four days of Simon and Wilhelm skirting around each other like they're strangers. Four days of Wilhelm feeling like his heart is outside his body, broken and unprotected. Four days of desperately wanting Simon to look at him, see him, and hold him like he used to. Four days of absolute misery.
Wilhelm thought being away at the palace would be the worse part, but he was wrong. He was so absolutely wrong. Wilhelm had been able to get through the motions of his old life, his life before Simon. He became numb to everything, which sure, wasn't the best coping mechanism, but it got him through to the end of the day. But here, at Hillerska, where there are constant reminders of Simon, going through the motions is that much more difficult.
He can't dress in the morning without picturing Simon looking up at him from the bed. He can't do homework without thinking about all the times Simon and him got distracted by each other's mouths, necks, arms, legs, just touching anywhere they could. And worse, Wilhelm can't forget their conversations, the ones when they knew no one was looking, when it was just them, when they told each other their deepest secrets. Things so personal they could barely admit them to themselves.
It was the first time Wilhelm didn't feel so alone, so afraid, so overwhelmed.
Wilhelm's back presses harder against the wall behind him as he brings his knees to his chest. The mattress creaks below him as his fingers tighten their grip on his hair. He holds a breath, counting one, two, three, exhale. It's something his brother taught him to do.
Erik.
Fuck, Wilhelm would give anything to talk to Erik right now, to hear his brother's voice, even just to tease him, and tell Wilhelm how much of an idiot he's being.
Wilhelm's eyes shift to the desk beside him, to the small globe that sits on top of it, reminding him of the person he lost. The brother he lost. Wilhelm reaches over and closes his fingers over the base of the globe. Moving to cradle it in his hands, staring down at the thing with enough determination, he's sure it'll make his brother appear in front of him. But it won't work. He knows because he's tried it before. It never works.
"Erik," Wilhelm whispers, chest going tight when he says the name. He tries not to say it that often. It only reminds him of how much it hurts. "Erik, I don't know what to do," he goes on, even quieter now, "I miss you. You'd know exactly what to say. You always knew what to say." A tear slips from Wilhelm's eye and drops on the glass dome, rolling down the curved side, and distorting the crown that rests on the frog's head. "I miss you, I miss you so much," his tears come quicker, "I never got to tell you about him, not fully. I never got to tell you about the way he smiles when he sings, about how stupidly soft his curls are, about how smart and determined he is, about how much I love–" There's a knock on the door.
Wilhelm quickly discards the globe back on the desk and uses his sleeves to wipe away the tear tracks on his cheeks, "yes?" he croaks.
"Sir," Malin sounds, "dinner will be over soon. Would you like me to bring you a plate?"
"Yes," Wilhelm says, so quiet he's not even sure Malin will hear, but she must because after about five minutes, there's another knock on the door.
When Wilhelm opens it, he's met with a plate of food, topped more full than he probably needs. Malin gives him a sympathetic smile and hands it to him. He thanks her again and moves back to sit on his bed, alone.
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hillerska-official · 2 days ago
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I love to talk about how touchstarved Wille is as much as the next dumbass, but I'd like to change the focus of the conversation for a moment away from examples of his being touchstarved to how he engages in touch when he does get it. Wille wants touch, but he doesn't seek to be held, he seeks to hold. Even in e4 when he says "hold me" to Simon, Wille is actually the one holding him.
I think that we can see really well the reason for this in his hug with Erik. It's a sweet moment in some ways, but it's also really clear that Wille is clinging to his brother like his life depends on it. Someone pointed out the moment after this as one where Wille is very much Alone™️ (cant remember who, lmk if you have the post pls lol).
Wille is touchstarved, but it's not just that, it's also that when he does receive touch he holds, because he's scared that if someone holds him they'll let go.
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fromapoetspointofview · 22 hours ago
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Did anyone else notice that when Simon and Wilhelm are sitting outside at the party and Simon helps him remember the lyrics, neither of them uses the word “her” when singing. Wilhelm just stops at the word and Simon even looks at him and waits for him to sing it but neither of them do.
They go like “Every morning I would see…. getting off the bus”
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themoonwouldloveme · 2 days ago
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thinking about how much it probably hurt Simon to see Wilhelm high/drunk given his dad's problems with alcohol and drugs and in a hyperdramatic show he wouldve gotten mad but he understood Wilhelm was going through something and he needed to be loved for a while
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verarin142 · a day ago
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I love this moment so so much! And I really like Wille's hair and I would like it to be even longer in the next season, BUT I really would prefer to see Wille's eyes in that moment!!!
Are his eyes closed? Is he enjoying the moment by closing his eyes, letting himself go completely. Or are his eyes open? Is he watching Simon with a loving gaze? Is he watching Simon, watching him letting go and melting into their kiss?
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levok · 20 hours ago
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Wilhelm's gentle touches.
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advocatekwlaunt · 2 days ago
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y'all remember in episode 2 when Madison McCoy said 'Fuck you, August'? when he was being a dick (what else is new) and she just sounded so throughhhhhhh with his shit?
Every time I see him on screen or he says something or even breathes , I say 'fuck you, august' in that same bored, annoyed tone because y'all fuck that boi🥲🥲
(anyone else ever pause a scene he's in just to cuss him out?)
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princessithaca · 2 days ago
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wilmon // the very first night, taylor swift
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wonderfulwille · a day ago
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yall don't understand the way i crackled my ass out in this scene like his fall looks genuinely and knowing edvin's clumsy ass it maybe is
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fromapoetspointofview · 2 days ago
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I love how the way we see Wilhelm and Simon going back and forth and Wilhelm constantly changing his mind, them loving each other but not yet being grown enough to properly articulate their struggles and communicate clearly enough is so reflective of typical first loves and teenage relationships but at the same time we see them go through all of this under the most atypical circumstances imaginable. It is so not relatable for us to be with a prince, be at an elite boarding school and be under the pressures they’re under. And yet their relationship goes through the common motions, is so deeply relatable on the emotional level, full of love, frustration, desire, anger, need and pain. It is so very typical.
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