All The Birthday Photos Of Young Royals (as In, Literally) I've Seen In My Feed Recently Really Made

Practice👉👈

1.06 | 2.06 | 3.06

This is such a banger of a song tbh.

this one feels a lil silly, had lot of trouble with colours and was sleep deprived for half of it. Might remake it someday.

Sunday Snippet

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.”

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

I just found this on Insta and it's amazing! Check out Legopathie - there's more than just these!

Mark Carney, Prime Minister of Canada.

Generations of damage. For Putin.

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.

me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:

omg... you dont hate me?....

S3 is written like the writers were playing Episode with no diamonds.