wilmon

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From Joel's IG

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The Peasants/Chlopi, 2023

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People should probably learn the difference between “plot holes” and “things I didn’t like” or “things the franchise plans to explain in the future” or “things film makers didn’t think they needed to explicitly explain because they thought you had critical thinking skills”

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never forget what they took from you (blooper reels)

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The Peasants (2023)

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diva.

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Omar Rudberg in Bristol 8/2/2025

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Via.

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omar rudberg performing rude boy in glasgow

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This is so typical for the twitter kids 🙄 it was just a joke. 🫤 Well twitter, you can never know that. 🙄

Yeah, twitter, nobody thinks it's funny. Especially the kindest person that you're supposed to be a big fan of.

https://x.com/OmarRudberg/status/1888700399970041989?t=_SMpjR5zGLE-DGpGJM6A_A&s=19

https://x.com/OmarRudberg/status/1888700642908364818?t=vtPEEramuHVHgfBUQDKWEA&s=19

I saw new to the fandom people who really appreciate that he takes his time to respond in such a genuine and kind way. There are lot of people who doesn’t take it for granted and I hope he never gets jaded like some of his biggest „fans“ are. Also omrtwt is often anything but inclusive and what he said to be not that mean holds true every damn day. 😬

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So because every Howl’s Moving Castle book cover that isn’t sixty five dollars is in that sort of- gaudy, super saturated, 80s-90s style, I’m making my own. I still need to order the book (cuz I only own the audiobook), get the proper color of fabric, and find some decent gold paint, and once I have obtained all of the proper components, I’m gonna give it the hardcover it deserves. >:3

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i express my feelings through other peoples text posts

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https://www.instagram.com/stories/sthlmstageandmusic/3563792147256208136?igsh=bWEzNTA3M3BocWQ4

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omar rudberg performing in glasgow

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toxic stickball mafia yuri wHO SAID THAT

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"Do you think we were being a bit dramatic?"

"Dramatic?" Wille huffs out a laugh. "Dunno about you, but I'd lost the love of my life."

Simon rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a smile. "You were so dramatic."

"And you weren’t?" Wille teases, nudging Simon’s shoulder. He steps back, his heel crunching against the pebbles beneath them. For a second, Simon thinks he might pull away entirely, but Wille just tugs him back in, arms looping snugly around his waist like they belong there. Because they do.

Simon exhales, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat. He presses back, feeling the warmth of Wille's chest. "No, I mean…" his voice drops to a whisper, carrying something delicate, something unbreakable. "I think we were always going to find our way. To each other."

Wille doesn’t say anything at first. Just sways them slightly, like they’re slow dancing without music and an audience. His chin finds its perfect resting place atop Simon’s head, fitting like a missing puzzle piece.

"Maybe our sixteen-year-old selves didn’t know that, though," Simon murmurs.

Wille hums, his breath ruffling Simon’s curls. "Maybe. But I think they hoped."

Simon closes his eyes, lets himself sink into safety. "Yeah," he breathes. "I think they did."