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@wilmonsfolklore

Tina, she/her | AO3

My fics

Brighter Than The Sun (You're Untouchable) (30.8K, 3 chapters) - When Wille talks about Simon on Felice's reaction channel and Simon slides into his dm's, Wille finds out just how right they were for being a Simon fan all this time

Sticky Little Words (They Hurt And They Heal) (15.8K, one shot) - When a lonely Wille starts university and gets off on the wrong foot with Simon, it takes a while for them to realise how much they actually like each other

You Can Feel It On The Way Home (9.3K, one shot) - Wille and Simon are roommates during their first semester of university and Wille slowly realises that Simon might just be the best person they've ever met

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Your love is tough, is tried and true blue

Simon’s quiet sounds are Wille’s favorite song. The call of birds just outside the window unimaginative by comparison. Every hitched breath, every soft moan, every airy laugh - exhales and inhales, and Wille takes them in like he’s been suffocating all his life. Or: Some days after they have left Hillerska, Simon and Wille find peace, calm, and each other in a cabin by the water.

(rated E/M-ish, 4.5 k)

This is a birthday gift for my dearest Sophia @sillylittleflower 💜💜💜 you get an attempt at a song fic, boygenius, and Wille (and Simon!) post-s3 being so in love that it aches <3 I hope you enjoy <3

thinking again about vampirism as disability

what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.

If I were to write a best-seller, though, I think it would be about vampires. Zombies seem more in vogue these days, and I do often feel like a zombie—especially if I've had less than ten hours of sleep—but still, I think, vampires. Because crip time is vampire time. It's the time of late nights and unconscious days, of life schedules lived out of sync with the waking, quotidian world. It means that sometimes the body confines us like a coffin, the boundary between life and death blurred with no end in sight. Like Buffy's Angel and True Blood's Bill, we live out of time, watching others' lives continue like clockwork while we lurk in the shadows. And like them, we can look deceptively, painfully young even while we age, weary to our bones. My own disabling condition, a genetic disease, means that the collagen in my body doesn't hold its shape. This is bad news for my joints and tendons, my heart and my gut—but great for my skin which remains soft and wrinkle-free into my forties, meaning I'm perpetually mistaken for being younger. One of the medical criteria for my condition is, literally, having skin "like velvet." In our youth-obsessed culture, vampiric agelessness is often seen as a good thing, and it does come with certain privileges. But I sometimes tire of not being taken seriously, of working my sick self into the ground to climb the tenure ladder while being perceived as a perpetual graduate student.

the world is getting so ugly and bleak and it’s hard not to feel so hopeless. but we have to remember that they want us to feel that way.

it reminds me of this quote by dan savage - “During the darkest days of the AIDS crisis we buried our friends in the morning, we protested in the afternoon, and we danced all night, and it was the dance that kept us in the fight because it was the dance we were fighting for.”

joy is resistance. it’s really scary times but we are all in this together.

Hey Tina 💜Would you be willing to talk some more about Time's Just Pocket Change (That I'm Wasting Away)? I love that story so so much <3

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Simon! Thank you for asking. I'm always down to talk about that little story and I'm so glad you love it <3

I didn't plan to write that fic at all. I vaguely felt like writing a short comforting fic, so I went looking for titles and found this lyric, that made me realise I could base a fic around losing the concept of time basically through sleep/illness. I always hate figuring out timelines in my fics and this it was a nice excuse not to do that.

I struggled quite a bit with the connection between the scenes, because I wanted them to feel disjointed but also still be a little connected to each other. And I moved the scenes around, a lot more than I usually do, because the timing didn't really matter anyway so I could, and that was fun. One of the last few scenes was actually the first scene for like 95% of the writing process.

I wrote a lot of it planning to ground the scenes more later but ultimately decided I kind of wanted to stick to the undetailed style of it because it made sense in a way for the theme and story, and also for Wille's perspective because he isn't in a state to be very observant. Realistically I was also just too tired to properly edit or write a more detailed fic. But it's nice to be able to say that, because Wille is also very tired in the story, it fits! Oh, the perks of letting characters suffer with you.

Sunday Snippet

Since i JUST finished chapter 1 of Breaking Beds properly and sent it to to my lovely friend to read it ... I think it's only fair I post the first few paragraphs right? (Which i hope I haven't posted yet. And if not... oh well!)

Wille didn't mind his life most of the time. Sure, if Jan-Olof came up to him tomorrow and told him that he could step down if he wanted to, he wouldn't even think twice. If someone had asked him if he'd wanted to be Crown Prince in the first place, he probably would have said no, thank you. But sometimes things happen and brothers die and people become Crown Princes at 16 years old, and have no other future than the one mapped out for them already.

Wille didn't always like it, but he had learned to live with it instead of loathe it. Over the years, days had become easier to get through, and the desire to run away had left him a long time ago.

Well, most days, at least.

Hey :) for the lyrics game, What is your favorite line from Swift's New Year's Day?

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Hi! Thank you for asking :)

I already gave a favourite NYD lyric here, and I'm honestly glad you asked about it too because I just want to quote this whole song. But I'll pick: "There's glitter on the floor after the party / Girls carryin' their shoes down in the lobby / Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor / You and me forevermore" The repetition of the first few lyrics near the end with the "you and me from the night before" changing to "you and me forevermore" just hits every time. it's just such a beautiful song

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