one thing about me is i’m going to talk about how much i’m being paid at my retail job. my co workers and i need to be transparent so we can care and fight for each other.
“if you’re working a full time job you should be able to afford to live on your own and have access to food and transportation” gonna be real with you brother. everyone deserves this. Not just people working 40 hrs a week
i love love love the happy ending wilmon got in canon, but I'm such a glutton, or slut, or slutton, for the idea that their graduation day goodbye really was goodbye, for years, and wille tries a while longer but the role continues to break him, and maybe five or ten or fifteen years later he reaches a breaking point and leaves the monarchy, and a month or two later he turns up at simon's apartment unannounced, and they share tea in simon's tiny, bright kitchen, and when wille reluctantly drags himself to leave, he stops at the front door and turns to ask his high school sweetheart - still the love of his life - "are you sure you're over me?"
how does one go on knowing that simon was letting go of the love of his life (him begging to keep fighting, heartbeats labored and painful with sorrow) because they were good, but there was no place for them in this kind of life. that simon was letting go of wille's hand aware that his wille would keep drowning in the murky sticky waters of the crown prince's hurt, but having to take the risk anyway, to give them both the chance to swim to the surface. that, despite the agony like glass shards with every breath, he had the resolution to give them up, and wille the maturity to accept it.
and that in the end the only thing left for simon to do, if he wasn't allowed to have wille's handsome face in his life, was to make sure, tenderly, that even the tips of his fingers remembered it.
In the back seat, Wille looks at Simon and takes his hand. Simon rolls down the window. The wind blows through their hair. Simon starts singing along. Felice and Sara join in. Wille is enjoying the moment, looks at Simon, then straight ahead, into the camera.
And then he looks away.
That's how we say goodbye to everyone.
Your church-going, God-worshipping sister adopted a small child and you’re excited to see them. But when you do, the child is a menace. They’re throwing things everywhere, setting furniture on fire with seemingly nothing, chanting in Latin to summon demons, but the weirdest thing is that your sister doesn’t seem to mind.