hi
*shyly hands you*
*runs away*
*Boldly takes it b/c I’m not shy b/c u gay*
*holds you from the back of your collar like a cartoon*
*pulls you and hugs you*
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She stills, her brow furrowed for a moment as she looks over every corner. Then he sees her lips part ever so softly, and her hand moves to trace the edges of the lines.
“Is this how you see me, Enver?”
From The Portrait.
So I had the absolute bloody (ha) delight of being able to commission the incredible @lokorum to paint the sadly unnamed portrait of an anonymous sitter from Lord Gortash's private collection. I am just so thrilled at how it turned out, thank you for your patience through this process, your encouragement and your kindness. It's been a delight, and I love it so much, I can't stop looking at it!
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Been trying to articulate why I am compelled to be weird about Maxwell Q Klinger and thus far I’ve failed to organise my thoughts coherently 😅 So here’s a line from The Wind They Call Korea that I think is very important in thinking about him
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Lando Norris and the Wonderful, Magical, Sometimes Terrible, Exhilirating, Fun Hundred Races
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the saturation and brightness and lushness of seasons 13-15 makes me absolutely crazyyy imagine you have just lost your mother and the love of your life in the same night and you are mourning and the whole world is alive and beautiful and blue sky. and then there are horrors and apocalypses and so many more deaths and you are just god's pet running in a hamster wheel but all the while the world around you is in one constant spring. one endless becoming, while you are stuck running from one season finale to the next never progressing but you're half thinking well at least if i die doing this it will be in a blaze of light and glory. beautiful as this world i am always grieving in. and you get free and you live in the light like a mayfly and then. you die in an old barn in complete darkness
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