Jul 31, 2024
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Pov: you are Maes and you keep catching Ed look at Roy like this
S3E6 - Simon is humming!
I wanted to make a light-hearted post about Simon humming here, probably trying to cheer himself up
of course I ended up analyzing this scene.
Wille closes his eyes and I LOVE IT!
He's recalling the moment from S3E1 where he and Simon were in the library and Wille dismissed Simon's discomfort of people staring at them. Wille's declaration that he can be Kronprins AND Simon's bf feels tone deaf now.
He understands now that he'd been implying that he can be KP because Simon would be by his side, supporting him like Ludvig supports Kristina from the shadows while she does all the work (including the horrible parenting).
Wille's closing his eyes because he's usually used to STARING at Simon ALL the time. He LOVES doing that. Simon loves feeling that. (And we love watching them do that).
Now though, now Wille stops himself from staring, instead considers things realistically. It's painful, it's unfair, but he's more cognizant now of how much shit Simon goes through because of the monarchy invading his life. He might not know everything Simon's gone through, but he wishes he did. He wishes he had done things to make Simon brave enough to open up to him.
Wille understands that he can't be Kronprins AND Simon's bf because it will be at the cost of Simon's choices and liveliness.
Sonameh 💙🩷✨
56. Important
“What’s the most important thing in your life, Nao?”
As simple as they were, the words managed to open the gate Nao had locked away years ago. But now that it was open, even just a crack, the memories came flooding back. They rushed through his mind like a raging river, showing him flashes and brief moments so quickly that it took his breath away.
A crescent shaped scar.
A cocky smile.
A ridiculous hairstyle.
A gentle smile.
Rough hands on soft skin.
A warm breath against his lips.
Tender words whispered in the dead of night.
Nao swallowed them down, forcing them back into their cage. “Nothing,” he whispered even as his eyes burned from the touch of memories. “There’s nothing important to me anymore.”
it's sad to breathe the air when you're not there
thirty first of october.
the day when remus lupin lost everything. the day he lost a lover, someone who he could never imagine losing, because they promised. xe promised they're gonna grow old together and xe lied. xe lied. the day he lost two of his best friends, a lanky boy who turned in a goofy teenager, a boy with messy hair who made a fool of him self and could make everyone laugh a short, blonde-haired boy who was always sneaking sweets in their dorm from the kitchen. he lost someone who was always there for him, a red haired girl with a loud laugh and a large smile.
the day when sirius black broke down inside, but all they could do was laugh. the day when he was taken away from everyone who they loved, and everyone that xe loved was taken away from xem. they lost xyr brother and sister, xe wasn't going to see remus again. and they didn't even get to say good bye to each other.
the day when lily evans-potter and james evans-potter said good bye, but not with words. they day when they left everything they had behind. james potter died for his wife and son, and his last breath, his last wish was for them to escape. to stay alive. and lily evans shielded their son, and she was sure they weren't going to come out alive. but their son did. and lily and james evans-potter said good bye. a silent goodbye.
the day peter pettigrew betrayed all of his friends. he outsmarted them all. he broke their trust. james would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends, but he should have mistrusted peter. was he feeling guilty? yes, he was, but as he crept through a broken floorplate, he thought about what he had done. what had he done? and from then onwards, the ghosts of the ones he once called his friends haunted him, their cold looks always on him. always.
the day minerva mcgonagall lost her children. and when her screech owl swooped in her office and dropped the letter on the table she picked it up with trembling hands, because most of the letters she was getting now were announcements of young warriors that died for the ones they loved. she opened the letter and read the little, cursive writing and she screamed in pain. they were gone. she wasn't going to see them again.
the day the wizarding world celebrated because they were finally free and the biggest threat was finally gone, but the marauders were broken.
they won this war, but at what cost?
"james was the mum friend" "james would’ve been the best dad ever"
he never got to be one.
he never got the chance to be a dad and show his child love properly because (essentially dumbledore) his friend betrayed him.
A Craving for Silence
Here’s something I threw together for a role swap AU where Henrik is swapped with Jameson Jackson. It could be read as if it’s not connected to the AU, but I needed to write angst and vent in a way. Also sorry about any formatting issues. I’m doing this on mobile.
The song is “Louder than Thunder” by The Devil Wears Prada.
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Henrik was so fucking angry and frustrated. He couldn’t have a fucking break.
What would it take for things to be quiet? | Quiet, like the snow
Everyone needed help. Medical help and mental help. It was draining. Plus with the strain of his divorce from his wife who left him for the tennis instructor, Richard.
I know this isn't much but | I know I could I could be better
He wished that things were different. That he could temporarily be in someone else’s shoes and just not be a doctor anymore. Or even himself.
I don't think I deserve it | selflessness find your way into my heart
But he knew that was impossible. Unless some supernatural event just happened to take place, everything would be the same.
All stars could be brighter | All hearts could be warmer
He was hunched over his desk, that had papers thrown haphazardly across it. Some medical reports, patient records, custody papers, and divorce documents.
What would it take for things to be quiet? | Quiet, like the snow
He was planning on going over to her apartment and give her all the papers, as she hadn’t lived in the house for a good three months, leaving their children with him. He loved his kids, don’t get him wrong.
That we meant to be empty-handed
But.
I know I could I could be better
Everything is too much.
I don't think I deserve it | selflessness find your way into my heart
His wife’s affair.
All stars could be brighter
The divorce.
All hearts could be warmer
His work piling up and never catching a break.
What would it take for things to be quiet?
The countless sleepless nights.
Find your way into my heart
He’s just done. Done with all the lies and deceit.
What would it take for things to be quiet?
Maybe. If he took a vacation, from everything, it would be better.
Find your way into my heart
No. People are counting on him. His kids are counting on him.
“What would it take for things to be quiet?”