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He smiled, and his face was like the sun.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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my heart is dead 😭😭

a message for you

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excuse me while i cry

Drumfred in Scotland | My heart’s in the Highlands by Robert Burns

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requested by anonymous

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ALFRED CARRYING THE COFFIN

ALFRED IN CHURCH

ALFRED BURYING HIS LOVE

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The lengths Achilles went to, to honour his friend. RIP Drummond

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I love that everyone agree that drumfred is the purest ship

yes, they were are

LOOK AT THEM, THE SOFTEST, THE PUREST, THE LIGHT OF MY EYES

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‘Drummond!’

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I LOVE THEM

I’ve just realised this also means no more sassy Drumfred interviews!

Jordan “I spent my audition on my knees”

Leo “WHAT??”

Jordan “it’s how I get all my roles”

Leo “we were warming each other up in the tent”

Jordan “this does not continue off screen Leo, you’ve got the wrong idea”

Jordan “but we were completely naked”

Leo “yeah WE were, the other two weren’t”

Jordan “no they weren’t manly enough”

Leo to Jordan “my favourite bit of your costume was your helmet. It had like a clarinet cleaner on it”

Jordan <smirking> “no spoilers Leo”

Jordan “to prepare for the role we slept together”

Also a shout out to Jordan’s general inability to go his shirts up properly 😆

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MY BABES

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Edward Drummond and Lord Alfred Paget road off into the sunset to Scotland,got married,had 10 children,8 dogs and a cat and they lived happily together til the end of time. That is what happened and I refuse to be told otherwise.

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ALFRED NEVER GOT TO CALL HIM EDWARD

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Hold my hand and we’re halfway there. Hold my hand and I’ll take you there Somehow, Some day, Somewhere!

— West Side Story

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“All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.” - André Aciman