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dog dad™️

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thank you maria

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tzp and mother nature

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he’s insane

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#who's this diva

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Evolution of Henry and Alex relationship (to be continued… 👀)

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ for Lacoste by GQ Magazine

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ as Lacoste's New Global Ambassador

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TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ as Lacoste's New Global Ambassador

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NICHOLAS GALITZINE for Emporio Armani

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NICHOLAS GALITZINE for Emporio Armani

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[𝑅𝒲𝑅𝐵]

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He's very... animated.

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RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew López

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alex's birthday or, a ficlet based off this tzp birthday post

henry doesn’t usually bring out the cakes that he makes.

but pez had insisted—it’s the brother of the new girl pez has been seeing, or was it the best friend, or the ex, or—anyway henry hadn’t kept that part straight.

he does however agree to personally delivery this man’s birthday dessert.

there’s only one small problem.

actually there are several problems, and none of them small, starting with the man’s broad shoulders, and that deep-throated laugh.

he may in fact be the most indecently good-looking man henry has ever laid eyes upon, and—is that—is that the word ‘lube’?

this man who looks like a sex god literally has the word ‘lube’ in large letters right over his head like some sort of cosmic sign.

the other problem is this: henry does not see the table.

suddenly the man has his lap full of cake. henry finds himself there too. plus the candle he’s just lit.

“oh fuck me,” mutters henry as he frantically puts out the flame.

“i mean,” the man drawls, “can i get a name first, sweetheart?”

oh, fuck me harder, henry thinks helplessly. he’s always loved a nice deep tenor.

“hi,” says the man when henry looks up. “i’m alex. are you my birthday present? or are you my dessert?”

“this is henry.” pez looks smug. “and yes, you both are very welcome.”

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henry keeps finding cake in strange places later. he finds that they both smell like burnt sugar.

and he finds that alex’s smile tastes even sweeter than henry possibly could have imagined.

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Remind me what joy feels like. ❄

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The strife, the suffering, the void — "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" by Nightwish

Inspired by @inekepp's fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb!

If These Hearts Could Talk by Ineke ‘Don’t.’ Alex basically snarls the word at him. ‘Please, don’t,’ he continues, voice small, at the verge of breaking. ‘I don’t want to hear it.’ And then, even smaller: ‘I can’t hear it. Not again.’ A RBB Kensington Divergence AU