I have survived the last week and a half! (Somehow). And I come bearing a snippet from a now completed, slightly-longer-than-it-was-supposed-to-be 'experimental oneshot'. I just need to edit the mess offline mode made of my document, but hopefully I'll get to share it soon. (People following the progress of the childhood friends fic will also be pleased to know that I've been working on that too.)
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With intent, Felice chucked the cardigan she was holding in her hands at Nils. He squawked and lifted his arms to protect himself, spilling water everywhere in the process. “What the fuck was that for?” he cried, shaking his wet hair out of his face and laying the glass down on the table. “Fuck’s sake, Felice. I’m all wet now.”
“You asked Simon?” she demanded, rounding the table and sitting down in the armchair opposite them.
Nils wiped his hands on his t-shirt and sent her a scathing look. Very used to Nils, Felice just glared back at him until he sighed. “Yes. I asked Simon. So what?”
“So what?” Felice’s voice went shrill and Wille felt like he might be missing something.
“Yeah,” Nils said. “So what.”
“So,” Felice said, slowly and deliberately. “Simon is off limits.”
Nils scoffed and leant back into the sofa again. “Not any more, he’s not. He got rid of the dead weight didn’t he? Free as a bird. And therefore back on the table.”
“Nils,” Felice said, her tone warning. And then, for some reason, her eyes very pointedly moved to Wille and back to Nils. “That wasn’t why he was off limits.”
Drawing for my new Space au :) Ao3 When Two Worlds Collide
"What? Who-" The hand returns, Wille tries to pull his head away, the only thing he accomplishes with that is a stabbing paint that shoots through his skull.
"I'm Simon."
Kind eyes meet his own, the boy- no. Simon, is wearing a graphic t-shirt that hangs loose around his shoulders. His mouth is turned into a careful smile. Small silver earrings dangle in his ears and his curly hair is pinned up by a hair clip. One loose strand with two purple beads dangles next to his face.
"huh?"
Simon's smile turns into a grimace, "And of course your head hurts, I wasn't even sure if you were going to wake up." He picks up a machine from next to Wille's knees. "Now, keep your eyes open so I can scan them." A strong tan arm moves to his face.
His body can't seem to connect to his brain, because it doesn't move an inch while the machine gives off several bleeps and then blasts some kind of blue light straight into his irises. Is it physically possible to feel light bounce from your eyes into your brain? Because Wille definitely feels like he can.
It's over before he knows it, or maybe his furious blinking makes the scanning stop.
He lets out a groan and slowly pushes himself up, his biceps spasm and make him slump slightly forward. When he looks up, Simon's expression is cold. His eyes have turned to stone from where they are staring at the device, then they snap to Wille.
"You- what are you doing here?"
Chapter to of Ao3 When Two Worlds Collide is out :D!
been missing them :(
me as a writer
Now I'm not saying that JD Vance killed the Pope, per se. I just think his actions raise some questions, like for example: Did JD Vance kill the Pope?
For fic reasons, I'm wondering how familiar people are with the royal families of countries other than their own (and other than the UK). I have randomly selected Belgium as the subject of this poll so please DO NOT VOTE IF YOU'RE BELGIAN.
never understood why people want wilhelm to be the one obsessed and yearning and miserable over everything that goes wrong between them when simon is always equally obsessed, yearning and miserable. wilhelm took a jump of faith as small as holding fingers with simon and it already gave simon the courage to hop 20 steps further and kiss wille TWICE! wilhelm did as little as merely ask simon why he wasn't coming to rowing practice and simon challenged him to break all rules and leave the premise of school just to come on a date with him. wilhelm joined the choir for them to spend more time together and it elated simon so bad he nearly cut wille's ribcage open and jumped inside. he changed the school's 120 year old anthem into a love song for wilhelm after they'd been together for mere months and hadn't even officially dated! he quite literally breathed the very fabric of wille's sweater day and night those few weeks that they were broken up. after their break up in s3, he wanted to leave his hometown of 16 years cause everything in that small town reminded him of wille.... yes. wille's done many dramatic, embarrassing, lover boy acts for simon too, but simon is as much of a yearner and a lover, if not an even bigger one.
Shared Joy
Traditional art, charcoal pencil on paper
I find the auction scene during the sit in very interesting
On the surface it’s a great bit of tension breaking comedy, but really it’s an excellent example the show’s class commentary.
Simon is disgusted by the whole thing, not because he doesn’t want the rules lifted but because it’s a bunch of privileged snobs role-playing oppression.
The auction proves this.
Instead of behaving like a true unified protest force and sharing the small amount of food and drink equally so that everyone has something. Or prioritising the people with more need - like diabetics for example, they instead set up an auction.
Because in their lives resources are not shared, resources are a product that goes to the person willing to spend the most money.
It’s also interesting that the auction signals the point at which the sit in stops being teens role playing oppression and starts being the Hillerska teens indulging in the peer pressure and underlying threat of sexual violence that has always been there