Simon Eriksson - Blog Posts

deleting dating apps and finding love the old-fashioned way (i’m a blond european prince who falls in love with a you, a guy that his (traditional) ruler and head of his family deems unfit for said love. I continue to defy this ruler for you, and create a love story that is so powerful that everyone who meets us can just sense it, usually before even we could, at the beginning. you have dark hair and are seen as an outcast by most other people in our (high) society. you also has a secret/are more than meets the eye.)

Wilhelm stopping Simon from punching August after Simon Finds Out: if you do it, he’s just going to have more ammo to use against you.

Wilhelm, rolling up his sleeves: but if i do it, it is justice directly from the crown

I am seeing wayyy to much Simon Eriksson hate recently. Y'all act like someone didn't have any right to be upset with wille. WE saw Willes confrontation with his parents in season 1, we see Willes pain every time he messes something up with Simon, We see the extent of the pressure wille is under to a greater extent. SIMON DOES NOT SEE ANY OF THAT. Like yes we know wille was backed into a corner and that's why he denied the video but to Simon it looks like Wille told him he was gonna admit it, didn't, and then immediately after was like "but we can still date it just needs to be a secret". Literally anyone would be upset by that.

You ever think about how much easier Simon and Wille's relationship would be if they communicated

It's true there are external factors keeping them apart but (and I say this with love) how much time did we spend going around and around with "you don't understand" "no you don't understand" "it's not easy for me" "it's not easy for me either" but now it her of them actually know anything about the other bc the straight up never explain. Simon says "it feels like you just brushed off the video like he's faced no problems" bc from the outside that's exactly what it looks like. it DOES seem like willes brushed it off and faced no consequences bc Simon doesn't get any of the scenes we get. He doesn't get a great explanation of really anything. And Wille doesn't get great explanations for everything either. But if they talked stuff out productively we wouldn't have drama.

Finally ththere's more understanding in the Reading/lit class scene(which I love, also no way ppl don't realize they're in love with each other)

You're on your own, kid is so Simon-coded

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you live

I searched the party of better bodies (parties full of rich ppl he'll never be like)

Just to learn that you never cared(how it could've felt when Wilhelm denied them)

The jokes weren't funny( he has to deal with ppls treatment of him, he can't afford to get in trouble), I took the money(selling to august)

My friends from home don't know what to say(when he punches august and his friends are disappointed/after Wilhelm denies him)

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned(what's gonna happen with Sara, could be argued what happened with wille)

Take the moment and taste it(whole relationship with Wilhelm)

Everything you lose is a step you take(then end he loses Wilhelm but he stands up for himself and something is on his terms)

So make the friendship bracelets

You're on your own, kid(alone in a school of ppl who don't like him, who've seen his sex tape, he has Sara but she knew about august and didn't tell him)

You've got no reason to be afraid

Yeah, you can face this

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

Listen to The Very First Night by Taylor Swift and tell me it doesn't remind you of Wilhelm and Simon from Young Royals "I wish I could fly I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time" "Not tryin' to fall in love, but we did like children runnin' Back then we didn't know we were built to fall apart We broke the status quo, then we broke each other's hearts" "But don't forget about the night out in L.A. Danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway No one knows about the words that we whispered No one knows how much I miss you"

I JUST-

so as you do, i was listening to taylor swift and there's this line in cruel summer which is like 'i dont wanna keep secrets just to keep you' and i was like holy shiT that is literally simon in that scene except remarkably less upbeat

Wallpapers young royals

simon and wilhelm wearing purple icons

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I'm almost disappointed that we didn't see more of the purple jumper.

But theres the orange jumper....

did everyone on the writing team for S3 of Young Royals just completely forget about Russeau?? August buying him for Sara was such a huge deal in S2 and she loved him but like he didn't have a single appearance and none of the characters mentioned him. He was like my favorite character before. I miss him.

#JusticeForRusseau #PetitionToMakeARusseauSpinoff

i had the funniest dream before my young royals season 3 marathon the other day. i was at a concert and it was an omar concert which is kinda odd cus i don’t even really listen to his music much but the funniest part is he was just the opener.

the main act was usher.

this was so fantastic

Hi, so I wrote a little fic, and I posted it. I gave it to Dani, she laughed at it, I asked if I should edit it, she said "fuck it we ball"

The entire fic will be below the cut because it's short enough to post here, but if you'd like to leave comments or kudos, it is also posted on my AO3. It's only 1k words.

Dress Up As...

This is the stupidest party they have ever thrown. They know that.

This was the stupidest party they had ever thrown, and they all knew it. No one was sure whose idea it had originally been, and no one was quite brave enough to own up to it. But it was their last party at Hillerska — their last third years’ party — and it seemed like a pity to go out without throwing at least one entirely stupid blowout. 

The theme was truly very simple: Dress Up Like… 

Throughout the entire week before, each third year had one at a time drawn a card out of a hat to find out what or who they would be dressing up as for the party. Every person had a different theme. No one should or would be dressed for the same party. In theory, that’s what made it fun. 

What made it decidedly not fun was the fact that no one was allowed to redraw their theme. Once the card was in their hand, they could not switch with anyone or draw a second theme. That factor made the whole thing more than a little stressful. Because not everyone had the clothes they needed just lying around. Some of them had even resorted to stealing from First Years just to complete their looks. 

But now it was the night of the party, and one by one they started to trickle in, costumes ready and on full display.

Some were better than others. 

Henry wore a black tank top and bright green basketball shorts, chunky sneakers and a backward baseball cap. The entire night, he carried around a can of beer and would randomly start shouting about his human rights. Dress Up Like… An American. 

Walter, his ever present counterpart, looked truly ridiculous. More so than usual. He showed up in short-shorts and a crop top, an LED flower crown sitting pretty atop his head. He had a mesh shawl overtop that went farther down than his pants did, and somehow he had managed to find what could only be described as cowboy boots. Dress Up Like… A Pinterest Girlie. 

Stella wore a baby pink nightgown with a fairy pattern and clearly not matching blue bunny slippers. She had her hair tied up into pigtails and she was carrying around a worn-in looking stuffed bear. She was drinking her alcohol through a sippy-cup and every once in a while switched to suck on a lollipop. Dress Up Like… A Five-Year-Old. 

Fredrika had it (arguably) the easiest out of all of them. She was quite literally wearing a bedsheet that she’d pinned into a toga and some sandals she’d managed to find on short notice. She’d gone the extra step to make herself a wreath for her hair, but pretty much everyone was mad at her for her lucky draw. Dress Up Like… An Ancient Roman. 

Alexander had somehow gotten his hands on neon spandex. He went all out for his costume, even finding someone to give him a perm. There was a neon sweatband on his head that had “mysteriously” gone missing from the locker room a week ago. He’d completed his look with sunglasses that were too big for his face and Henry’s orange wrist-watch. Dress Up Like.. The 80s. 

Madison wore a muscle tank and tight biker shorts. She was carrying around a big bin of vanilla protein powder and every time someone asked her a question she would respond with “do you even lift, bro?” She’d gone as far as to draw on faint mustache hairs and no one was actually sure if she was kidding about having bought into cryptocurrency as a way to commit to the bit. Dress Up Like… A Gym Bro. 

Sara had spent all week stressing about her costume, only to give in and ask Henry if she could borrow his tuxedo. The one she knew he had just lying around because it was Henry, and of course he had a tuxedo lying around. She’d stolen a ring box from Simon to keep in her pocket, as well, and she had found a top hat somewhere in their mother’s box of old Halloween costumes. Dress Up Like… A Groom. 

It was a lucky coincidence that Felice was her counterpart in all of that. They looked ridiculous, but at least they looked ridiculous together. Felice had taken the time to go to the thrift store in Bjärstad for her costume, though. Not even the students of Hillerska had wedding dresses lying around. She was able to find one for relatively cheap, too, and it had come with a veil. The dress was nice if you pretended it wasn’t from the 70s and ignored the suspicious stain. Sara had gotten her a bouquet to really sell the look. Dress Up Like… A Bride. 

Wilhelm had borrowed his entire outfit from Felice. It was a blue dress and some gold jewelry. Nothing too scandalous, though he was still sure Jan-Olof’s heart would fail if he saw it. They still hadn’t told him about Wille piercing his ears yet. Wilhelm had opted to wear his own shoes for the night, as much as Felice begged him to try out high heels. He’d promised her he’d try another time when he wouldn’t have to commit to an entire night in them whilst slightly drunk. Dress Up Like… Your Best Friend.

It was Simon that truly caught everyone’s eye, though. With the exception of a long coat and scarf that they knew wasn’t his, he looked like he wasn’t dressed up at all. Everything he wore was seemingly something he wore every day. A sweatshirt and jeans, converse and a silver chain hanging around his neck. 

“Oh, come on, Simon! You could have at least tried,” Fredrika called out, somehow already tipsy despite the party having just started. 

“I’m dressed up,” Simon said. He shrugged off the coat and scarf before depositing himself in Wilhelm’s lap. 

It was an obvious lie. 

“Simon, you wear that all the time,” Henry pointed out. 

Simon nodded, running his fingers through the hairs on the back of Wille’s head. “Yes, I do, and I’m still dressed up.” 

Wilhelm looked like the cat who caught the canary and, most of the time, the rest of them would take that as a clue to just accept Simon’s words as truth and move on. But not tonight. No, they had all made asses of themselves trying to commit to this stupid ass party plan and they would be damned if Simon ruined it. They would force him to go home and change if they had to. They’d drag him by the ear back to Bjärstad and stand guard until he emerged looking just as idiotic as the rest of them.

“I would bet all the money in my wallet that you are not dressed up properly,” Walter said. It would have been a serious threat, too, had he not looked so ridiculous. 

“Are you sure about that?” Simon asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“I’d like to join in this bet!” Maddie declared, pulling her wallet out of her waistband. And, soon, they were all betting some kind of money on the fact that Simon had not properly committed to their stupid plan. 

Wilhelm didn’t say a word. He just sat back with a smug look on his face as Simon got all of his friends to bet him a small fortune. He, of course, knew what Simon was supposed to be dressed up as. He, of course, knew Simon was about to be several thousand kronor richer. 

When everyone had placed their bets on the table, his own sister included, Simon pulled his card out of the coat he’d earlier discarded. He knew they were going to challenge him on his costume. He’d come prepared for this. 

He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter, though it was difficult with Wilhelm’s arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. “Everything I’m wearing — boxers included — is something Wilhelm has, at some point, stolen from me,” he announced. He threw his card down on top of the make-shift money pot and then leaned back into his boyfriend with a satisfied smirk. “Read it and weep, bitches.” 

Dress Up As… Royalty.

the funniest thing i have seen all day 💀💀

Malin, teaching Wilhelm how to drive: You see August and Marcus walking in the middle of the street. What do you hit?

Wille: Um… Well. I mean, I hate them both, so- Malin: The BRAKES. You hit the brakes!

Simon, eating a satsuma in the backseat: Hit the gas, Wille.

“At the end, what are all these titles if you don’t have love?”

“Can the prince please look at the camera?”

Outtake from some royal photoshoot 👑💖

“You can’t go around kissing people. Especially engaged people!”

Wilmon Princess Diaries AU