#Simon “Sick Boy” Williamson

[iamtryingtobelieve]

Do you know what they do to people like me inside? They Cut your balls off and flush them down the fucking toilet! Trainspotting (1996) Dir: Danny Boyle

[sen-art-acc]

strolling through the meadows

[king-sdw]

[lena-artz]

Been thinking about this lately...

[rentonmark]

got a notebook for schoolwork and stuff, instantly had to deface it with the current hyperfixation

[chippedcupwrites]

Trainspotting + Tv Tropes : Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson ( Renton | Begbie | Spud )

[cybersexuality]

Francis Begbie - Mark Renton - Simon Williamson {T2 Trainspotting}

[kerivari]

#SICKRENT: i wanna waste my life with you

[punksdontgetold]

So I just finished writing another chapter. This one takes place during the T2 timeline and aims to explore the characters' motivations and where they are emotionally (spoiler: all over the place).

It's funny how many things make sense when you watch the movie, and then you think about that, and the reasons behind characters' choices can be quite puzzling... And THEN you look at it through a romantic angle and you're like, wow, this makes so much sense now.

*adjust her tinfoil hat*.

There were choices made there. Writing choices, directing choices, acting choices. A whole team worked hard to bring this homoerotic sexual tension to life, so I'm just doing my part at expanding it.

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Veronika overhears snippets of Mark and Simon's conversation: "Ye've got Combat Rock on vinyl?" "Wha dae ye tak me fur? Ah hae aw their albums..." "Even the ones efter they sold oot?" "Whit are ye talkin' aboot—"

She then watches Simon mechanically pick off the meat from several slices, piling it onto others. Without hesitation, Mark reaches over, grabs one of the meat-free slices, and stuffs it in his mouth. Simon takes a slice with double pepperoni, and they keep going back and forth about which punk bands sold out and which didn't without missing a beat.

Veronika can't contain her confusion. "What are you doing?" she asks.

[marsormassachusetts]

[theskeletoncrow198]

"Choose your future. CHOOSE LIFE."

My god, the accessories these two would come with as Barbie dolls 😵

[francisbegbieslefttit]

I had to do it.

[sen-art-acc]

domestic skagboys

[alicksalo]

Made it for pins as well. For me it’s always so hard to draw Mark recognizable. This was one of the best tries💪🏼

[securityholograms]

I realised that something important was missing from my life.

[junkieboyfriend]

Stay With Me (WIP) | Excerpt

It was 15:00, Mark was doing the dishes that Simon forgot about, grumbling angrily to himself in the empty flat. 

- If he wasnae gonnae come home the least he could dae is the fookin’ dishes ‘e left. ‘S bad enough Ah’m standin’ ‘ere ‘ay fookin’ 15:00 daein’ the dishes while ‘es oot gettin’ ‘is dick wet. Like Ah dun have needs. Fookin’ prick. 

He heard the fumbling of someone trying to unlock the door but didn’t turn around, instead he focused on the dishes. The door opens and he can hear someone walking in, but continues to ignore it. The footsteps come closer, still Renton doesn't turn his head or acknowledge the man at all. The footsteps stopped a bit closer than Mark expected but he still kept his eyes on the sink. He could feel breath on the back of his neck, he could tell Simon was standing to the right because of how his breath was hitting the back of Mark’s neck. Mark scrubs harder.

Renton stops when he can feel Simon’s hands on his shoulders, but he doesn’t look. He closed his eyes. Simon’s hands snake their way down to his waist and rest there. Mark grips the sink firmly, his eyes still closed as he takes a deep breath. 

“Don’t.”

Simon ignores him, his hands slipping beneath his waistband and resting on his hips. 

“Simon.” Mark says tightly, “Not tonight.”

Mark takes Simon’s hands in his own to stop the touch

“Not-... Not when you smell like her.” Mark couldn’t look at his so-called ‘best mate’

The words felt like a slap across the face, but Simon knew he deserved it.

“Rents-”

Mark covered his face and turned away

“I cannae right now.”

Simon could tell by the way he spoke that he was beginning to cry.

“Mark.” the blond attempted to rest his hand on Mark’s shoulder, but the redhead walked away into his room, 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, before shutting the door.

Simon slept on the couch that night, he got shtifaced and passed out, because he felt like shit for making Mark cry. He was an asshole, but he didn’t like making Mark cry, at least not when they were having this agreement. He woke up dazed and confused, it was still dark, it didn’t seem to be morning at all. Simon felt weight on him, when his eyes adjusted he saw Mark. The redhead was straddling him, his face was flushed and his eyes looked a bit off. 

“Ye awright, kin?”

Renton looked away coyly, grinning a bit but looking nervous

“Ah didnae mean tae-” he hiccups, “tae wake yewww.”

Simon can smell the vodka on his breath, but more importantly, he could feel Mark pressing against his cock. 

The blond doesn’t challenge Mark, he doesn’t question him, instead he allows the pleasure to consume him. The redhead was grinding on him, both of them in a state of drunken ecstasy; their hearts were racing, almost in time with the other and their breathing going ragged. Simon grabs onto Renton’s hips, his head thrown back as he groans - if Si had to keep his cock contained any longer his erection would surely burst the button on his pants. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Mark, gis us a ride, ye tease.” Simon groaned

“Yis want me tae sit on it?” Renton raised a brow, “Say Ah’m yer favorite.”

Simon grabbed Mark’s chin with one hand, his thumb lightly tracing Mark’s bottom lip, his eyes met Mark’s and they hold a dark intensity to them that made Mark feverish. 

“You’re my favorite.”