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alasforher · 9 months
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Euripides, from "Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)
Red, White and Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew López
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nocoastposts · 3 months
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Henry <[email protected]>          9/25/20 6:07 AM to A
From Jean Cocteau to Jean Marais, 1939:
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having saved me. I was drowning and you threw yourself into the water without hesitation, without a backward look.
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almightaylor · 3 months
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The Tortured Poets Department
Writer: Henry Fox
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You are a dark sorcerer
Henry <[email protected]> 6/8/20 3:23 PM to A
Alex,
I can’t think of a single other way to start this email except to say, and I do hope you will forgive both my language and my utter lack of restraint: You are so fucking beautiful.
I’ve been useless for a week, driven around for appearances and meetings, lucky if I’ve made a single meaningful contribution to any of them. How is a man to get anything done knowing Alex Claremont-Diaz is out there on the loose? I am driven to distraction.
It’s all bloody useless because when I’m not thinking about your face, I’m thinking about your arse or your hands or your smart mouth. I suspect the latter is what got me into this predicament in the first place. Nobody’s ever got the nerve to be cheeky to a prince, except you. The moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.
Actually, remember those gay kings I mentioned? I feel that James I, who fell madly in love with a very fit and exceptionally dim knight at a titling match and immediately made him a gentleman of the bedchamber (a real title), would take mercy upon my particular plight.
I’ll be damned but I miss you.
x
Henry
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The Tortured Poets Department
Writer: Alexander Claremont-Diaz
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bad metaphors about maps
A <[email protected]> 9/25/20 3:21 AM to Henry
h,
i have had whiskey. bear with me. there’s this thing you do. this thing. it drives me crazy. i think about it all the time.
there’s a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. pinched and worried like you’re afraid you’re forgetting something. i used to hate it. used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.
but i’ve kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i’ve memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i’m still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.
this thing, your mouth, its place. it’s what you do when you’re trying not to give yourself away. not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.
on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine’s a ridge i’d die climbing.
if i could spread it out on my desk, i’d find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i’d smooth it away and you’d be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i get the nomenclature now—saints’ names belong to miracles.
give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there’s so much of you.
fucking yrs,
a
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waterlooletterwrb · 9 months
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Re: Paris?
I know I said i would post one at time, but democracy won and we will have to talk about all of the same titles together!! are you ready??
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Do you guys ever think about how not only Henry is a mortal like us who answers his crush at an inappropriate time, but how Alex answered him only 13 MINUTES LATER? That boy waited the whole day for his prince and didn't hesitate to show it!
By this first set of emails we know clearly they were already together by the time... but do you guys have any theories of how it started? Hope they show it in their movie!!
Ps.: I truly LOVE how they change their titles everytime!
Read the first one here!
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fallingleaves-46 · 8 months
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there's a certain comfort you get every time you read this scene. it portrays that no matter how bad of a situation you're in, there's always light at the end of the tunnel, shining bright. they went through 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 and came out (literally) stronger, shining brighter than ever. i love them so much.
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clockwrkpendrxgon · 9 days
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henry fox, this one’s for you
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fromkenari · 7 months
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Waterloo Letters #4 (4/4): Hometown stuff
Re: Hometown stuff A [email protected]                9/4/20 8:31 PM to Henry H, Fuck. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else to say. I’m so sorry. June and Nora send their love. Not as much love as me. Obviously. Please don’t worry about me. We’ll figure it out. It just might take time. I’ve been working on patience. I’ve picked up all kinds of things from you. God, what can I possibly write to make this better? Here: I can’t decide if your emails make me miss you more or less. Sometimes I feel like a funny-looking rock in the middle of the most beautiful clear ocean when I read the kinds of things you write to me. You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything. I can’t believe how lucky I am to even witness it—to be the one who gets to have it, and so much of it, is beyond luck and feels like fate. Catholic God made me to be the person you write those things about. I’ll say five Hail Marys. Muchas gracias, Santa Maria. I can’t match you for prose, but what I can do is write you a list. AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES 1. The sound of your laugh when I piss you off. 2. The way you smell underneath your fancy cologne, like clean linens but somehow also fresh grass (what kind of magic is this?). 3. That thing you do where you stick out your chin to try to look tough. 4. How your hands look when you play piano. 5. All the things I understand about myself now because of you. 6. How you think Return of the Jedi is the best Star Wars (wrong) because deep down you’re a gigantic, sappy, embarrassing romantic who just wants the happily ever after. 7. Your ability to recite Keats. 8. Your ability to recite Bernadette’s “Don’t let it drag you down” monologue from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. 9. How hard you try. 10. How hard you’ve always tried. 11. How determined you are to keep trying. 12. That when your shoulders cover mine, nothing else in the entire stupid world matters. 13. The goddamn issue of Le Monde you brought back to London with you and kept and have on your nightstand (yes, I saw it). 14. The way you look when you first wake up. 15. Your shoulder-to-waist ratio. 16. Your huge, generous, ridiculous, indestructible heart. 17. Your equally huge dick. 18. The face you just made when you read that last one. 19. The way you look when you first wake up (I know I already said this, but I really, really love it). 20. The fact that you loved me all along. I keep thinking about that last one ever since you told me, and what an idiot I was. It’s so hard for me to get out of my own head sometimes, but now I’m coming back to what I said to you the night in my room when it all started, and how I brushed you off when you offered to let me go after the DNC, how I used to try to act like it was nothing sometimes. I didn’t even know what you were offering to do to yourself. God, I want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? All that time. I’m so sorry. Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down. A P.S. Richard Wagner to Eliza Wille, re: Ludwig II–1864 (Remember when you played Wagner for me? He’s an asshole, but this is something.) It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations. I recall one of the dreams of my youth. I once dreamed that Shakespeare was alive: that I really saw and spoke to him: I can never forget the impression that dream made on me. Then I would have wished to see Beethoven, though he was already dead. Something of the same kind must pass in the mind of this lovable man when with me. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes to me.
McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 301-304). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
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waterloo-carte · 3 months
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feli-artblog · 9 months
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Red, White & Royal Blue stickers 11/?
Available on my Etsy shop
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planesky · 10 months
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Ok so with everything happening with RWRB this week, the teasers and trailer and I also reread the book and all of that inspired me to write reactions and how people were affected by Waterloo Letters (Alex and Henry’s email getting leaked) and so I did it.
I wrote a fanfiction called Waterloo Letters Across The World, it’s a collection of stories of people and how they were affected by the letters and it’s on Wattpad.
I would love it if you’d try to read it, it still going but it already has four parts. (Spoiler: the forth part is the best one by far so try this one specifically.)
If you tried, thank you very much and if not, that’s ok too.
Xoxo
<3
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While I love the idea that even in Henry and Alex's world, the line 'History, Huh?' Is iconic. I don't love that it is basically a leak from their own private emails. I feel like looking at t shirts made of it would be a reminder that the world got to see some of your most private moments, but maybe that's just me. I would prefer it be 'his my choice'.
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I read 50-ish pages of RWRB this afternoon, and I sobbed through the Rafael Luna affair, through "do you feel forever about him?" and the Waterloo letters, and at this point, the only way that I'll consider this movie to be excellent is if it makes me cry as much as that damned book does.
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nocoastposts · 4 months
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bad metaphors about maps
A <[email protected]>                                                        9/25/20 3:21 AM to Henry
h ,
i have had whiskey. bear with me.
there's this thing you do. this thing. it drives me crazy. i think about it all the time.
there's a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. pinched and worried like you're afraid you're forgetting something. i used to hate it. used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.
but i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.
this thing, your mouth, its place. it's what you do when you're trying not to give yourself away. not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.
on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing.
if i could spread it out on my desk, i'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i'd smooth it away and you'd be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i get the nomenclature now—saints' names belong to miracles.
give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you.
fucking yrs, 
a
p.s. wilfred owen to siegfried sassoon—1917:
And you have fixed my Life-however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.
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Henry <[email protected]>                                  9/25/20 6:07 AM to A
From Jean Cocteau to Jean Marais, 1939:
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having saved me. I was drowning and you threw yourself into the water without hesitation, without a backward look.
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almightaylor · 15 days
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Have you ever thought about henry being a writer who spends his whole life trying to write about his love for alex in endless poems and free verses, but it seems to him that no words will ever be enough to describe it. Though there are countless ways to say “i love you” without saying it, he thinks that if he loved alex less he would be able to talk about it more. And its volume truly cannot fit in any palace rooms, every place rendered useless because there’s just so much to contain and it horrifies him to realize that in each attempt to describe this love, words are futile devices
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waterlooletterwrb · 9 months
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So that was the first...
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I remember a lot of english ppl judging Alex for not treating the prince with respect, trying to justify "that was why he wasn't a good match for Henry"... 3 years later, do you still agree with that?
I mean... look at this! They're so happy together and you're just jealous!!
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felicitybabbles · 2 years
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rwrb (5/5)
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