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misfithive · 3 months

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One of my favorite things is how Simon responds to Wille openly sharing his feelings with him. I just feel like a lot of people don't know how to respond to vulnerability, it makes them uncomfortable, they get defensive, or they make a joke about it etc but Simon responds so compassionately or is open back and i just love that about their dynamic. In the reverse the few times Simon is open and shares what he needs, Wille gives him the space to share and tries to support him (more so in the second half of the season lol *growth*) but it's just really nice. And also think an important representation for people to see yeah it's scary to open up and say how u feel but there will be people who don't judge you or shame you for feeling things. Esp for young men but for everyone i feel its really nice to have this both to show opening up but also to show how you could respond if someone opens up to you.

I feel like given the situation Simon could have said something defensive back or continued to be mad. And some people say this is "too forgiving" but I think he recognizes that Wille is putting himself out there by saying this and i feel like Simon really values that. and from that we get one of the most honest tender moments. Wille showed how he felt with words and simon with action (moving towards him instead of away).

And of courseee:

This is one of my all time favorite scenes and hugs bc it feels like they are actually communicating and supporting each other and have their guards down fr. I also think it is a big thing to admit you are scared and we don't talk about that enough!!! But anyway i just wanna say yeah they do fight (all couples do) but when they actually open up to eachother instead of like accusing eachother etc it's really really beautiful and I can't wait for more of that S3.

#idk why i feel the need to get all of my random s 2 thoughts out lately before the season airs lmfao #this is ehy i hate ppl saying they dont know eachother #they may not know every little detail but they understand eachother deeply and intuitively and its really special #omar rudberg #young royals #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #edvin ryding #wilhelm young royals #wilmon endgame

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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this was the peak of teenager behavior: boy calling his mumma to complain about his ex moving on. PLEASE kristina was so lost

#😭😭😭#he may be a prince but he's a teenage boy first #edvin ryding #young royals #omar rudberg #wille x simon #wilhelm x simon #netflix nordic #netflix #wilmon #simon x wilhelm

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kruemel8 · 5 days

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Via TikTok.

#may it is #red light #red light tumblr promotion team #omar rudberg

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justfriendsbestthings · 3 months

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10 pictures of Omar on stage in honour of his upcoming first solo show which is now SOLD OUT 🥰

#omar rudberg #omar #im sorry 💀#here it is again slightly different lmao #can’t believe I did that ahdnkdkfkfk #anyway #may your eyes be blessed #15 forehead kisses who can guess which picture I took (part 2

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agustdblues · 1 month

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WILMON MADE IT !!!! I can jump out my window in peace now. After 17 episodes I finally got to see Wilhelm being relaxed and happy genuinely. It’s been a rollercoaster but I’m gonna miss them so much😭

#young royals #wilmon #simon and wilhelm #omar and edvin #may august carry the baggage around forever now #the perfect ending

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nocturnalazure · 10 months

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#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 story #sims stories #tteot story #laurie golzine #romeo pastorini #mohammed al-saud #omar ayad #juan salas #al-saud is sly #he makes juan feel like he's the one imposing a deal #but he was playing al-saud's hand all along #al-saud who's sick btw #as you may have concluded without me telling you #and no it's not covid xD #anyway... games they're all playing amiright?#and i love that laurie and romeo are now at such a level of closeness that they look at each other for assent #laurie arc

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misfithive · 8 months

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//missing you comes in waves & tonight I'm drowning// Drowning - Chris Young

#more pinterest quotes as young royals #simon is so sad this season and nothing makes me sadder than him and the sweater #and i know the second picture is not night but just pretend #young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #omar rudberg #wilhelm x simon #quote #pinterest quote #missing you #sad boi hours #i couldnt find the source it may be a song title or maybe the song title is from the quote i'm sorry #breakup quotes

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homovulcanensis · 7 months

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Kara ben Nemsi should have been woken up by a muezzin at least once. (The first prayer is at sunrise!) He does not strike me as a morning person and I bet it would be hilarious.

I almost fell out of bed. Somebody somewhere was shouting, causing me to awake with a startle. In such a big city as Bagdad, a fire would never be out of the ordinary. Alarmed, I ran to the little window with the bars in front of it and forced it open. Gladly, there was no smell of fire. However, the shouting was now louder.

I listened to the words and realized that I had acted like an idiot foreigner. I sighed and returned to my bed. Naturally, my panicked actions had woken up my dear friend Halef as well.

"Sidhi, has the muezzin scared you?", he laughed, quite amused by the spectacle. I could not disagree with him. However, my eyes were already falling shut again. I just grunted deeply.

"You are so much of a Christian, habibi. Nearly falling out of your bed from the words of Allah.", Halef kept on laughing. I ignored the endearment and soon was sleeping soundly again. I always held that the early morning was never good for any activities.

#karl may gesamtwerk #kara ben nemsi #halef omar #oriental cycle #fanfiction

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lidensword · 2 months

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Quelqu'un devait bien le faire, donc j'ai pris les choses en main

#premiers fanarts EVER d'un film de 1973 ?! En 2024 ?!? Pourquoi pas ?#Mais vale tarde do que nunca :p #Ce film a beau avoir 50 ans il n'en reste pas moins une véritable pépite.#En plus avec un message fort et (malheureusement) actuel.#Les Aventures de Rabbi Jacob #The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob #Colonel Farès #Aziz #Omar #Yassim #my drawings

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simplegenius042 · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wrathfulrook. Thank you so much!

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @poisonedtruth @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @strangefable @purplehairsecretlair @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @vampireninjabunnies-blog @voidika @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @g0dspeeed @snake-in-the-garden @gaeadene @neverthesameneveranother and @alwayssunnyinedensgate

Anyone else who wasn't tagged is more than welcome to join.

This is my first time participating in a tag game, so I hope I've done this right.

I have many WIPs of Far Cry 5 that I have been working on for the past year, all just mini or alternate stories. However, since it's WIP Wednesday, I thought, "May as well give a snippet of the main story you know?" It's nowhere close to ready, and there are still some things I'm working on, and not all of this is guaranteed to be in the final product, and in fact might get revised, but I think it will be nice to share a bit of my progress thus far.

So without further a-do, below is a snippet of chapter one of my main Far Cry The Silver Chronicles story, currently under the name Silva's Hope (though this name may or may not change in the future):

“I heard you’re not from Montana,” Nancy spoke again, her prying curiosity breaking through. It was as obvious as a voice crack, and the older woman’s unspoken questions were even clearer to the recently hired younger woman.

It was a behaviour she had noted a lot of folks in Fall’s End were doing ever since she had reappeared back into public view. It had been something she contemplated would happen.

Silva crossed her arms as she leaned against the red bricks of the Sheriff’s Department building, exhaling the intake of cold afternoon air.

“Who’d you hear that from?” Silva asked, grey eyes focused on the fading orange and blue of the afternoon sky. Hoping to catch an early star.

The clouds didn’t make it any easier.

“Overheard from a lot of folks, including Earl himself after he first met you,” Nancy answered, giving a weak chuckle as she adds, “I never try to eavesdrop, but the tea people spill openly is just too dang entertaining to ignore. Excuse my choice of words.”

Silva snorted in amusement, shaking her head. A smile almost tugged up, but she kept it grounded.

“They would be right though,” Silva told the older woman, “I’m not from Montana. Or America even. Immigrated here nearly a decade ago. It was a real shitshow, getting citizenship and all. But I’d say it was worth it.”

“You came over from Spain, right?” Nancy queried, her gaze genuine and endlessly curious. Silva found it rather easy to talk to the older woman, even if it was about the superficial information she’s grown accustomed with telling people over the years.

“It’s what I keep telling people.” And they continue to eat it up without question.

“But it wasn’t just you, though,” Nancy pointed out, tapping her index against her chin, and recalled, “I remember the talk of two girls that came here from overseas. It was all the folk around here could chatter about for a while. You and your sister, Elsa, wasn’t it?”

Silva’s breath soundlessly hitched to a stop at her younger hermana’s name. She hesitated in a reply, swallowing down the unexpected wave of sadness that clawed at her mind.

No, not here, she reminded herself, remembering who she was next to. Silva had initially thought she was over the loss, but it seemed the grief was still there. Subtle, but apparent.

Silva didn’t give it anymore concentration than she already had to. Not with eyes on her. And just to make sure, she didn’t dare correct Nancy on how there were three of them that came to this county.

“…Si, that was her name,” she replied steadily. A practiced skill. A required one she learnt. One she couldn’t live without lest the wolves smelled weakness.

“She was quite a smart girl, that one. With a smart mouth as well. Always kept Earl on his toes,” Nancy reminded, and Silva couldn’t help but let a stifled and weak snicker out.

Silva did remember those aspects about her hermana, and it tugged a sore spot on her heart.

Nancy continued, “But she was really beloved around here. Quite the socialite. Never far from gossip or the festivals. Always easy to talk to. Uh, no offence to your reserved character that is.”

“None taken,” Silva assured, for it was true. Elsa was the easiest to talk to out of the two, a mutually agreed plan when they first entered Hope County. Both understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses and worked together to take those traits into consideration.

“Mayor Minkler adored her, you know? Really helpful in organising events with him, which I’m sure he appreciated,” Nancy smiled at Silva, the warmth of the older woman comforting. Though something shifted, as Nancy took on a solemn expression, “My condolences for you loss. It must have been very hard, as her older sister.”

Silva stalled a reply, shoving away the resonating sadness down once more as she softly replied, “Gracias.”

“It’s an absence still felt throughout Fall’s End. Many people miss her, as I’m undoubtedly sure you do as well. It was a real shocker to folks when her floristry had been bought off.”

Silva didn’t look at Nancy. Especially not when the dispatcher’s eyes glanced to the dark-haired woman leaning against red bricks, about to ask a question Silva was all too familiar with by now.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you sell it?”

Silva glanced towards a familiar white sign down the road nearby. Despite how far the sun was already setting in the horizon, there was still enough light to make out the contents on the sign. Her grey eyes glared at the unique design of a cross, and the words etched beside it, ‘Return to the Garden’.

Not on my fucking life, she wanted to spit out. But more daringly, she wanted to trot over the sign, take it down, take it to Kamski’s Clinic, and dissolve it in acid.

Aware that Nancy was still next to her, patiently awaiting an answer, Silva simply replied, “I didn’t.”

#far cry 5 #far cry the silver chronicles #wip: silva's hope #oc: silva omar #deputy!silva #nancy #fucking nancy #and since they were both mentioned I may as well count them #earl whitehorse #oc: elsa omar #tag game #hope this was alright #did my best to research how citizenship in america works but i'll do more extensive research later when i have time

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the-silver-chronicles · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday + Last Line Paragraph

Tagged by @direwombat @g0dspeeed @inafieldofdaisies and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @shallow-gravy @strangefable @voidika @poisonedtruth @derelictheretic @detectivelokis @josephslittledeputy @vampireninjabunnies-blog @snake-in-the-garden @strafethesesinners @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @henbased @ladyofedens-blog @little-wolf-seed and @deputy-morgan-malone + anyone else who wishes to join and share.

Here's a WIP of Silva's Hope. And we got some Mary May! This isn't my most polished work so the final result will be a bit different once it's published. WIP below:

Mary May raised a brow at Nadi, regarding the smaller blonde with puzzlement. She finished polishing the glassware, placing it onto the counter with a soft clink.

Setting both arms firmly on the bar, Nadi's brown eyes had to endure the intensity of the barkeep's light blue. She noticed the skepticism, how the Fairgrave woman was running her words through her head, tearing them apart.

However, Nadi didn't waver from her poker face, and maintained the clueless Fall's End overseas nouvelle venue act. Masking emotions was a quality she learnt from Jacob, and later John had given her a few tips on how to hide intentions to get information better.

A pause was heavy between the two, until Mary May finally responded, but with her own question, "Now why do you want to know about a dead girl?"

Nadi smoothed a hand over to her small braid, playing with it as she answered, "Well, like I said, I've been learning so much about Fall's End for a few weeks now... to get a clearer picture on everything that goes about here, you know? But I can't seem to get a straight answer on this Omar girl. She seemed to have a... mixed reputation, non?"

Much to Nadi's delight, Mary May snorted as she shook her head, reaching under her counter to grab a beer bottle.

"Understatement of the century," the barkeeper mumbled, eyes easing the intensity in her eyes. Cagnotte, Nadi proudly thought to herself as Mary May's lips parted to answer.

“Now, so you know, my word isn’t exactly a picture perfect replication of who Elsa Omar was," Mary May stated, opening the bottle and pouring it into a glass for a patron, "Neither does anyone else in Fall's End. We only ever saw one or two sides of her, and that was what she wanted us to see. The closest you’re going to get to an accurate description of her would be from her older sister, but even then, I'd assume her account on her little sister wouldn't be anything but with rose-tinted glasses. What sister wouldn't think their sibling was anything more than the person they grew up with?"

Mary May held a distant look that Nadi pretended to not notice as she thought on her words. The short-haired blond couldn't help but agree with the sentiment. As an older sibling herself, she knew exactly what it was like to view those younger and older than herself in a different light than everybody else. Even when she probably shouldn't have. I'll need Sister Nancy to tell me more about this older sister of Elsa's. Hopefully she's managed to achieve her assignment by now.

"Now with that said,” Mary May paused, tapping her fingers against the wooden counter, “Elsa Omar was a performer, a tricky one at that. I believed her about her fragile bones. Defended her even. Because who would lie about something like that? Probably helped her case that there were times we heard of her getting what should have been very minor scrapes for anyone else but serious injuries for her. Multiple trips to the clinic wasn't unusual for that girl. Felt bad for her, as did everyone else. We were also in awe by her spirit, in spite of the disadvantage she had. I know I was."

Seeing that she still had Nadi's attention, Mary May continued, "I never like to speak ill of the dead. It just... never feels rights when the person isn't around to hear it themselves. But I gotta say, Elsa was, and will always be, one of the most confusing people I have ever met."

Nadi tilted her head, shuffling her stool seat closer to the counter, "How so?"

Mary May huffed, shaking her head with pursed lips and furrowed brows as she spoke, "I just never got her deal. She had a successful business. A family member close by. And got lucky with men and women alike. I honestly thought she was plenty decent until she continued to run her mouth around me. She could be really nice to you. She could be really good to you. She could have even made you believe she was your best friend. Or she could be a self-absorbed, rude shit with an ego that puts John Seed and Guy Marvel to shame. Never hated her, but didn't exactly like her either. Most people though either had one opinion or the other about her, both good and bad. As I said, she was tricky. And quite the actor. I could never tell which facade was her true self. If either was the "real her" anyways. She didn't cause unnecessary problems, or try to get my business shut down, which made me a little lenient to tolerate her. Her sister always got a free pass from me because she didn't bother anyone. Or she was too shy to. Though I chalked it up as someone who didn't have a good handle on their English yet. Never liked making conversation, always keeping things short. Not Elsa though, she talked like it was her way of breathing."

Nadi clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top, supported by her elbows on the bar counter, as she continued to listen to the sinner speak her mind. While the business she owned enabled others to indulge in their vices, Nadi couldn't help but be enraptured by Mary May's words. She could see why John had a small infatuation with the barkeeper. She had an aura of a person who was capable of taking care of herself, a reliable ally who could pull her own weight and someone who was tough. Someone who wouldn't go down that easily. All were admirable traits, and useful too. Not to mention, she was pleasing on the eyes.

Nadi felt disappointed that the other blonde let her Pride vehemently dictate her decisions, rejecting the Father's truth. John's chances to give salvation. Would've loved to see her walking around in Chosen attire, came the intrusive thought.

The image of a beauté like Mary May dressed as a Chosen, just like Nadi's fellow brothers and sisters back at the Veteran's Centre, darkened Nadi's cheeks, and her want for someone's touch return.

Shaking her head, Nadi shooed those tempting thoughts away. Restrain your LUST, Sinclair, a voice, either her own or John's, chided, You already need to resist charming your boss, don't push yourself further into sin by leading others or yourself down that path... again.

"Hey, you alright?" Mary May's voice cut through Nadi's thoughts.

Nadi blinked, and put on a smile before gesturing towards Mary May, "Oui. Got lost in thoughts. Please, continue."

And here is the last lines for La Última En Pie. Nightmare sequences are difficult to write (also trigger warning for child abuse, nightmares of implied child murder and, uh, creepiness):

“No matter where you hide. No matter how far you run. No matter which sinners you choose to sully what little virtue you have with,” Father told her, his grip getting tighter, constricting her breath, “You. Will always. Be. Mine."

Sylvester clawed at his arm, his wrist, his hand. Choking on screams he kept silent. "This isn't supposed to be happening," she wanted to say, so desperately, "This wasn't how this went." Her wide grey eyes stared into the unbothered gaze of whom she shared the colour with. Father drew her face closer to his, as he whispered his promise, "And we will be together in my Garden. My paradise. No matter which form I mold you in."

#far cry the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #wip: silva's hope #oc: nadi sinclair #mary may fairgrave #special mention ocs #oc: elsa omar #special mention characters #john seed #nancy #fucking nancy #wip: la última en pie #oc: silva omar #oc: father adam omar #tw: child abuse #tw: brief nightmare sequence #tw: creepiness

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la-cineaste · 1 year

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EPISODE 010: Translations of Memory: The Films of Palestinian Cinema (Part One)

Understanding the history of Palestinian cinema begins with an understanding of its positioning in survival through decades of war and the diaspora of its culture. The events of the "Nakba", which sought the displacement and dispossession of an entire Palestinian nation, in 1948 set a paradigm of violence against Palestinians and the sovereignty of their land. Many of these tragic events, and those that took place leading, were captured by filmmakers alongside the birth of celluloid film technology, however, many of these films remain either lost or destroyed to this day. Film historians, and many Palestinian filmmakers, can identify Palestinian cinema through its four periods that are divided by significant markers of social change.

In Part One of Episode 010: Translations of Memory: The Films of Palestinian Cinema, we look into the signifying factors that shifted the first and second waves of Palestinian Cinema. Palestinian cinema is most recognized for its resistance to settler occupational forces that debilitated decades of independent productions, while its nation of people struggled to crystallize its unity and cultural homogeny, as much of its historical films were lost, and thus only exist today through memory and re-distributed by oral storytelling.

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