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.

“So why is Hillerska getting shut down?”

These two:

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.

Wilhelm & Simon 1.03 || 3.03

Bonus:

i noticed some parallels about wilhelm's hair

in season one, it's long and youthful. we see him constantly pushing it back. despite the fact that he's not next in line for the throne, he still has responsibilities, still has the pressure to be "perfect" like his brother and keep his life orderly and proper.

in season two, it's been chopped off. he's kind of been stripped of any freedom he has after assuming the role as crown prince. there's bigger expectations placed on him now. but even with this newer, mature haircut, he keeps trying to fix it, as though something's still not quite right.

at the end of season three, we see wille's short hair very messy in comparison to how it's been thus far. he's finally able to just let it be, able to live the life he wants and to stop trying to fit into a role he never wanted. he doesn't have to pretend anymore. he's free.

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Wilmon coded.

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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?"

just a reminder that THIS is the guy y'all are hating on

I’ve seen a lot of complaints that August only apologizes to Wille for the video and not to Simon, but I actually think this is intentional. Like Sara tells him, August didn’t love her for her, he loved who he was when he was with her - she was always just an extension of him. This is how he sees Simon too - as an extension of Wille rather than a person in his own right, with his own hopes and dreams and feelings. The thought of apologizing to Simon (or Sara for that matter) has never even crossed his mind.

OMAR RUDBERG - behind the scenes for "red light"

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I just realized that after the finale, Simon will finally be able to compare royal dick to regular dick

what do you think wilmon is doing right now at this very moment on april 23, 2024?

oh my god sjkaskdfhdsafkadshf this feels like a math question almost, wait, I am so lost on the timeline.......... happy car scene was 2021, right? Either way THANK YOU, WHAT A LOVELY QUESTION 💜💜💜

Okay well I'd like to believe that they are currently taking a little evening walk through Stockholm (where both of them study at university). They're meeting Felice for dinner later and, responsible as they are (mostly because Simon will not let Wille get in the way of his studying, pretty and kissable and right there as he is), they've already finished their reading and assignments for the next day back at the library (a good place for studying because there's less risk of giving into the temptation of having a very pretty, very kissable boyfriend right there). They're holding hands. Wille has taken Simon's hand and buried it in his coat jacket while still holding onto it tightly because while he'd love to swing their hands around between them (he will normally never miss an opportunity to show the world that this is the guy whose hand he gets to hold) he knows that Simon does not enjoy the cold one bit, and he will do anything to keep him warm. It means they can't walk quite as briskly as they normally would and it also means that they keep bumping their shoulder into each other, but that's honestly not a problem, in fact that makes it just a little bit more fun (because, with that as well, Wille will never miss an opportunity to show the world that this is his boyfriend and that he is Simon's boyfriend and he's very happy to be that couple hogging most of the space on the sidewalk). They're enjoying the last minutes of sunshine, both because it makes the cold a little more bearable (Simon doesn't mind having to squint, give him every last ray of sun please) and because, in Wille's opinion, Simon just looks extra beautiful in the golden light (like it's not actually the sun, but him that's glowing). Simon pulls his hand out of Wille's grasp to fix his beanie and pull it further down, hiding his ears from the relentless wind and Wille gets that, but it's really hard not to pout when he's suddenly no longer able to touch Simon. And like he can read his mind (every day it gets a little more difficult to believe that Simon doesn't actually have psychic abilities), Simon turns to give Wille that look, lips curling in the corners of his mouth like he's trying to keep that beautiful, wide grin that Wille knows so well from breaking out, eyes crinkling in the most adorable way; that look that means you're unbelievable, you're such a sap, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you make my heart ache. And Wille, knowing full and well that he is a sap (and that Simon loves it), bites his lip so he doesn't start giggling (no, years later he still hasn't gotten over those butterflies that flood his chest when he can see his own love and adoration mirrored back in Simon's eyes) and that's all it takes for Simon to slip his hand back into Wille's coat pocket and to intertwine their fingers again as they continue on their path.

(a photo I took on a walk in Stockholm for the ~mood~)