#les indestructibles

[khaleesiofalicante]

AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WALES:

1. The sound of your laugh when I piss you off. (@magsalecs)

2. The way you smell underneath your fancy cologne, like clean linens but somehow also fresh grass (what kind of magic is this?). (@alexshenry)

3. That thing you do where you stick out your chin to try to look tough. (@tylerposey)

4. How your hands look when you play piano. (@nostalgiaisabitchhuh)

5. All the things I understand about myself now because of you. (@userstede)

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. (@magsalecs)

7. Your ability to recite Keats. (@magsalecs)

8. Your ability to recite Bernadette's "Don't let it drag you down" monologue from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. (@darwinsfinchesx)

9. How hard you try. (@sheisraging)

10. How hard you've always tried. (@stevenrogered)

11. How determined you are to keep trying. (@simon-eriksson)

12. That when your shoulders cover mine, nothing else in the entire stupid world matters. (@magsalecs)

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). (@sheisraging)

14. The way you look when you first wake up. (@magsalecs)

15. Your shoulder-to-waist ratio. (@gay-bucky-barnes)

16. Your huge, generous, ridiculous, indestructible heart. (@thomasbrodiesandwich)

17. Your equally huge dick. (@tylerposey)

18. The face you just made when you read that last one. (@uglygreenjacket)

19. The way you look when you first wake up (I know I already said this, but I really, really love it). (@magsalecs)

20. The fact that you loved me all along. (@magsalecs)

— I can't match you for prose, but what I can do is write you a list.

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston (2019) and Matthew Lopez (2023)

Credit to all the gif makers and editors, the real heroes of the fandom.

[morallyinept]

Pedro Boys & Kinks 🥴

Today we're getting kinky with the Pedro Boys...

NSFW due to the nature of the smutty talk.

Check out more of my Pedro Boys Rambles here.

I make no apologies for this. Well, maybe some...

Enjoy! 🖤

Joel Miller - Nylons. 

This rugged old man with the bad knees loves to tear through your pantyhose like a rabid madman in the throes of a Cordyceps freak out! Le freak, c'est chic. He's drooling, darlin'. He loves to lick your pussy through them, watching the wet patch bloom into the silky mesh of your oozy camel toe. Feel the smooth slide of them against his morose face as he runs his scruff up your legs and into your parted thighs. Those thick, calloused fingers are soon tearing them open as he literally dives face first into your sopping cunt. I mean, he's been starving for a while now. Chef Boyardee ain't cutting it. Joel's a hungry man and it's not long after that, that he's planting his crimson capped mushroom deep inside you; fisting at the shredded hosiery around your thighs. In the days before the outbreak, Joel was an absolute sucker for a pair of black hold ups with a lacy top. And if they had little satin bows on? Well, that's a sure fire way to finish him off. And Joel Miller is fucking indestructible, right? 

Well, mostly. Abby Anderson might have something to do with that… Sssh! 🤫

Francisco Morales - Gagging. 

The best way to hook this Catfish line and sinker, is to take him right back deep into your throat and watch as he loses all his shit. Frankie's gonna start killing people! Lots of spit, sucking, drooling and if you cry those mascara tears from the strain down your cheeks? Even better, hermosa. You can bet that Frankie will bust more than just his nuts as you chow down at the all-you-can-eat dick buffet and swallowing all of that Fish yoghurt. (Urm, eww?) You'll have this handsome pilot flying high, and without the use of nose powder. Standard Heating Oil cap stays on. The whole damn time.

Ezra - Urophilia & Squirting. 

Ezra is a kinky scoundrel deep down. We all know it. Don't be fooled by that doe-eyed, self-redemption of our ramblin' man. Even with one arm he can still get his freak on with vigour. And don't let the fact he has one arm hold him back either. Oh no, little bird. He'll fingerbang you so hard until you're gushing all over his arm and he's licking it all up greedily. S'better than mining for Aurelac. Ezra's biggest kink is railing you when you really need to pee. And you can bet he'll press down on your bladder so you let it out all over him as you cum wildly. Time for a golden shower for our sweaty prospector. Panties down, Birdie.

Dieter Bravo - Abrasion (Touch Sensations)

This trashy floof-panda loves to touch things, always feeling things up when he's high off his tits. Rubbing his face against the wall, fingering through the shag, even licking it on occasion. And don't give him bubble wrap when he's fucked up twelve ways to Sunday n' tripping balls. You'll never get it back. The same applies when you're fucking; your body is a touch soaked candyland for him to explore, mount and peak. And dribble over. He'll take his sweet time doing it all too with awed bloodshot-eyes and then indulge in a post-coital KitKat for a munchies treat. Dieter won't share it though; he's never giving this up. 

Agent Whiskey - Impact Play 

Ol' handsome Jack has an adept arsenal of kinky whips and lassos. Of course he's gonna use them on ya, sugar. We all know how good Jack is with a whip. He loves it when the skin breaks and you bleed a little too. Those thick, red welts criss-crossing over your pert booty that he'll slap whilst he fucks you like a bucking bronco get him staying hard for the duration, ma'am. But he likes spending time soothing you afterwards by rubbing cool and nourishing salves and lotions into your cheeks and kissing all over them like succulent peaches. Cowboy Jack is all about the aftercare, doll. A true Southern dandy indeedy. 

Javier Peña - Quirofilia (Hands/Nails) 

Javier always notices when you've had your nails done. Complimenting you on the colour, the shape; the glitzy gems on your pointer finger that twinkle at him as he fucks your fist in the file room tucked away amongst boxes of Escobar's reciepts and spurts down your skirt. Yeah, thanks, Javi. He loves it even more when they're raking down his back leaving pink claw marks in his tan skin that make him growl and bear his teeth, as he ploughs you deeper into the mattress, cariño. 

Oberyn Martell - Wax Play

Oberyn loves making patterns on your skin as he drips the hot wax onto it and watches you sizzle. Peeling it off when it dries is the best part to reveal succulent pink nipples he sucks on and soothes from the heated burn they've endured. Fucking by candlelight will almost guarantee that the Red Viper will sink his fangs into your flesh to poison you all over again after he sets you aflame. Is it getting hot in here? 

Marcus Pike - Cuckolding 

Well cuck-a-doodle-do-me. Marcus loves watching you get taken by another, far more superior, person, and your pleasure at that suggestion only fuels his own further. He loves hearing how weak and pathetic he is and how he's never made you cum (even if it's a playful lie, I mean it's Marcus-fucking-Pike, come on. The man spends hours pulling them big O's out of you.) And if you poke fun at the size of his cock, (even if it is a whopper) he'll ruin himself right there fuelling your laughter as he watches you get railed without being able to touch. Guarantee it. 

Dave York - Knife Play

Murder Daddy Dave loves to watch you squirm as he runs the whisper of a cool, sharp blade against your milky skin. A gentle nick or a subtle graze into the skin where the blood bubbles up, makes his cock harder than the thought of Carol's Sunday casserole. Holding it to your throat as he dicks you down is even better. Play victim for Daddy, Princess. And when you beg him to use the handle in place of his cock, well Daddy Dave is only too obliging for his good little cum slut. Good girl. 

Pero Tovar - Sploshing. 

I mean it's food, d'uh. Sit on a cake and let this hungry Spainard feast off of you like his enjoying his last meal. Fruit, honey, cream… okra. You name it, he'll eat from the serving platter of your tasty flesh, and will then eat you out afterwards. Either way Pero will be getting his fill one way or another. Better have some Pepto handy.  

Din Djarin - Shibari 

The Mandalorian can either bring you in warm or bring you in roped up. Taking his sweet, agonising time in tying the silk fibres of the Shibari rope around your limbs, Din prolongs both of your anticipation through adept fingers akin to wizardry. But it's worth it to see the pretty and intricate knots and weaves that leave their patterns indented into your flesh long after he's untied you. And it'll be hours and hours before he does, Mesh'la. With your back to him, he'll subtly push up his helmet to kiss his artistic handiwork and leave deeper marks etched on you still. This is the kinky way. 

Marcus Moreno - Suspension.

Marcus loves nothing more than twisting your body into shapes whilst you're suspended in the air, manipulating you into all sorts of heroic poses. Pulling you back onto him as he pummels deep and hard, and you've no way to escape him. You can only float there, suspended in mid air and take what this sweet hero gives when he lets out his dark villainous side to play. 

Max Phillips - Humiliation & Degradation.

Max loves the power of claiming his victims; a Vampire's hard-on. But this bloodsucker also loves it when a human gets one up on him and shows him who's the real boss by reducing him to nothing but a naked, quivering pale mess on the floor at your feet to walk all over, spit on or do anything else that you feel he's deserving of. Threaten him with an open window. Sharpen a 2B pencil. Well, he did bite you, babe. Time to get your revenge. Make him crawl naked to the staff room to fetch your lunch then use him as a footstool whilst you eat it. Just don't be surprised later when the dynamic shifts again and Max makes you his lunch. Nom.

Silva - Feet 

This handsome Wrangler has travelled a long way to lay at your feet worshipping them. Stroking, nuzzling, kissing; sucking on that big toe you loathe, licking up the arch and groping the ball of your foot. He'll suck on your pinky toes whilst you suck on his cock. He'll be jerking his own gently and lost in the sensations of your intimacy as he fawns over your feet. Silva's in pedi heaven. Lord knows he'll need one himself after wearing them boots all that way, mind. 

Comandante Veracruz - Voyeurism.

Veracruz has no qualms in fucking you infront of his men, claiming you and reminding you all that you're his plaything that he's kept hostage. Or instructing and watching his men take turns to fuck you when you misbehave whilst he lays back on the cot, dick in hand and blowing up. Both are equally pleasing scenarios to the eye for the Comandante. And the Comandante always gets what he wants. 

Maxwell Lord - Electrostimulation 

Attach the clamps on his nipples, on his balls and then charge up the juice and watch this man squeal and grunt like a Red Wattle hog. He also likes a shock wand when he's been a very bad man. And Maxwell is in dire need of a whole lotta punishment, considering he tried to take over the world. Charge him up like a battery and watch the sparks shoot out of the end of his cock. Better than fireworks.

Javi Gutierrez - Furries 

I mean, sweet Javi G dressed up in an oversized, fuzzy teddy bear suit and pawing at you? I'll just leave you with that image to do with as you wish… 

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

An Incomplete List: Things I Love About HRH Prince Henry & FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz

Happy February 1st, ya'll. I've decided to start posting an image that represents (in feeling or with direct imagery) Alex's list about Henry. While I can't do too much with gifs because my computer won't run the programs I need it to and I need to save up for one that does. I'm trying this format because I miss posting about RW&RB each day, and giving my thoughts. I'm going to post one each day in February, (the month of love) and I will use the other nine days to post my version of Henry's incomplete list for Alex.

I encourage everyone who may come across this post to do the same and tag it with (#An Incomplete List) and whatever other tags of course that you think will work, and reblog this too. It'll be fun spreading the love as the days go on and seeing what everyone can come up with for Alex's days too. Pictures, fanart, video clips, even if all you do is talk about the quote, it'll be fun to click the tag on Tumblr and see what others have contributed. Just a reminder of the list:

AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY 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.”

[sabinerondissime]

J'ai la sensation que cette fois, c'est la bonne. Mes sentiments s'effritent et se dissipent. Cet amour que je pensais indestructible serait-il, finalement, aussi mortel que les autres ?

[raoullemercier]

2014 musée de Beaux-Arts de Lyon, exposition Joseph Cornell et les surréalistes à New York, Objet indestructible, 1923-1933 Man Ray

[fromkenari]

Waterloo Letters #4 (4/4): Hometown stuff

Re: Hometown stuff A agcd@eclare45.com                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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[smokingago]

'I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart.

I guess a loving woman is indestructible.'

John Steinbeck

🍀

«Credo che una donna forte possa essere più forte di un uomo, soprattutto se le capita di avere l'amore nel cuore.

Immagino che una donna amorevole sia indistruttibile.'

#smokingago

[rainbow-0bsidian]

Alex:

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 a\er. 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.

Also Alex:

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 ashore 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.

-Red, White & Royal Blue, by Casey McQuiston

[mimikwolf]

New Years OFMD Edition!!!

Bringing this blog back from the dead to post a list I made in a fit of insanity of when to start watching episodes of OFMD this New Years Eve so that everyone's favourite moments from both seasons happen at exactly midnight!! Please Enjoy 💜💜💜

Izzy “You absolute Twat” S01 E04: Start at exactly 23:36 and 41 Seconds

Foot touch during The Chain needledrop S01 E08: Start at exactly 23:26 and 29 Seconds

“What makes Ed happy is… you” Ed and Stede's first Kiss S01 E09: Start at exactly 23:41 and 38 Seconds

Stede leaving Ed at the docks S01 E09: Start at exactly 23:35 and 55 Seconds

Jim and Olu’s first Kiss S01 E10: Start at exactly 23:55 and 7 Seconds

Jim and Archie kissing over Izzy's Severed Leg S02 E02: Start at exactly 23:49 and 20 Seconds

Badass Izzy "you indestructible little fucker" S02 E02: Start at exactly 23:35 and 36 Seconds

Merman Stede This Woman’s Work needledrop S02 E03: Start at exactly 23:30 and 51 Seconds

Shirtless Izzy Practicing Swordfighting ft Candles S02 E05: Start at exactly 23:53 and 24 Seconds

Stede upset over The Cursed Suit “Oh Fuck offff” S02 E05: Start at exactly 23:39 and 42 Seconds

Ed Stede you Wear Fine Things well V2 S02 E05: Start at exactly 23:33 and 51 Seconds

Izzy singing Le vie en Rose in French S02 E06: Start at exactly 23:37 and 34 Seconds

"Well and Truly Docked" S02 E07: Start at exactly 23:57 and 28 Seconds

Stede and Ed Reunion 2 Electric Boogaloo S02 E08: Start at exactly 23:46 and 5 Seconds

Izzy to Ricky "You Rancid Syphilitic cunt" S02 E08: Start at exactly 23:42 and 54 Seconds

And a Bonus:

Izzy's Death S02 E08: Start at exactly 23:36 and 43 Seconds

Honestly it hurts to think of starting the new year this way, but I thought I'd Include it regardless

[hemali-smh]

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.

red, white and royal blue - casey mcquiston

[gavroche-le-moineau]

Today's Les Mis chapter describes Jean Valjean's sentencing and subsequent journey as a part of a chain gang to the galleys of Toulon. Published from 1782-1788, Louis-Sébastien Mercier's work, "Tableau de Paris" is a multi-volume book in which he paints a picture of all aspects of Paris and Parisian life. Here are some excerpts from his eye-witness account of a typical galley chain gang leaving Paris:

"The Chain of Galley-slaves.

It leaves twice a year, on May 25th and September 10th. The galley slaves are held at the Château de la Tournelle until their departure for Toulon, Brest, and Marseille."

"On the departure day they are placed in long carriages. The same chain connects and binds them all to the wagon.  Eight policemen lead 120 wrongdoers this way. They leave, imploring help from their fellow people, towards whom they were violent and unjust. They leave; and the conscience, that indestructible judge, cries to many that their torture is light, and that they escaped the death that they have merited."

Mercier then goes on to ruminate on his feelings seeing the men bound for the galleys:

"Oh! How I would like to be able to read to the depths of their soul which is the most criminal or the most innocent! I would like to know why, how, and to what degree they have shown contempt to virtue. Is there, in these individuals, as in others, an equal balance of virtue and vice? Human laws are so heavy handed! And then is the moral perfection of society possible, and to what point?"

Noticing an older man in particular, he wonders how he came to be there, with some distinct parallels to Jean Valjean:

"Is he a hardened criminal who has escaped the justice of men all his life? …  Is he a poor soul thrown into the abyss for a partridge, a pinch of tobacco, a few pounds of salt; for among us Christians, the law of taxation is the most sacred of all; and we know that a partridge or a rabbit is worth infinitely more than a man, even if he is the father of a large family! This is what tears my heart, but the wagon is going to take them away, and with them their justification and the mark of their trial."

He ends with his views on the death penalty and the morality of sentencing men to such a fate for these crimes:

"Maybe one day we will feel it less necessary to take away the life of a man who is only guilty of the crime of theft, and rather conserve a citizen than make of gold an idol to which we sacrifice human victims."

The volume of Tableau de Paris that contains these excerpts can be found on the Internet Archive.

[lisaalmeida]

Usure des coeurs

On se fait la cour, on se fiance,

On se marie, on nage dans le bonheur.

De petites fêlures apparaissent .

On les néglige.

Elles grandissent, puis se stabilisent.

On vit avec.

Un jour, un heurt stupide dévoile la fissure irréparable.

On se met d'accord pour la cacher. On la bouche n'importe comment.

Les contemporains qui semblaient indestructibles, s'évanouissent, un par un, dix par dix.

On se retrouve tous deux, séparés et proches.

On se fait souffrir pour se sentir encore vivre.

On se serre un peu pour avoir moins froid.

Trop tard. L'un des deux lâche la rampe.

L'autre reste là, vacant, désaffecté, remâchant ses torts et fabriquant ses remords.

[thecasualfkfan]

As the Red,White and Royal Blue movie is released,here's an email from the book which I really really love-

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A <agcd@eclare45.com>

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.

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- Ch 11, Red white and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

Lo llamaron Cassius Clay: se llama Muhammad Alí, por nombre elegido. Lo hicieron cristiano: se hace musulmán, por elegida fe. Lo obligaron a defenderse: pega como nadie, feroz y veloz, tanque liviano, demoledora pluma, indestructible dueño de la corona mundial. Le dijeron que un buen boxeador deja la bronca en el ring: él dice que el verdadero ring es el otro, donde un negro triunfante pelea por los negros vencidos, por los que comen sobras en la cocina. Le aconsejaron discreción: desde entonces grita. Le intervinieron el teléfono: desde entonces grita también por teléfono. Le pusieron uniforme para enviarlo a la guerra de Vietnam: se saca el uniforme y grita que no va, porque no tiene nada contra los vietnamitas, que nada malo le han hecho a él ni a ningún otro negro norteamericano. Le quitaron el título mundial, le prohibieron boxear, lo condenaron a cárcel y multa: gritando agradece estos elogios a su dignidad humana.

Memoria del Fuego III: El Siglo del Viento

Alí por Eduardo Galeano

[ramonashess]

Que canciones de Lana del Rey creo que serían estos personajes de Narcos Mx -Parte 1/?

Amado Carrillo:

Black Beauty: No hay manera de que la canción no pegue tan fuerte con este hombre, es literalmente su estética. No hay mucho que pensar corazón.

Florida Kilos: Amado es la primera persona a la que imagino mientras escucho esta canción, algo en lo más profundo de mi mente me dice que estar en una relación con el Amado de la 1ra y 2da temporada se escucha así.

Miguel Ángel:

Old money: Simplemente recuerden las escenas donde se encuentra solo y triste en sus grandes mansiones, no puedo dejar de imaginar que aún con todo el dinero que tenía anhelaba tener a su amor.

Million Dollar Men: No pueden joderme, Lana tomo inspiración de Miguel Ángel para escribir esta canción, quiero decir, el olor a colonia cara, cigarrillos, esos trajes y esa maldita soberbia BEBÉ.

Ramón Arellano:

Shades of cool: El estilo de vida hermanas, indestructible, irrompible, esa maldita actitud de apatía e indiferencia.

Norman Fuckin Rowell: Escuchar esta canción es como ver a Ramón cumpliendo el rol de ser un hombre-niño siendo completamente salvaje, divertido y con sus tormentos emocionales.

Benjamín Arellano:

National Anthem: Todo lo que veo es a un Mín en la 3ra temporada todo ambicioso, con exceso de lujos y las ganas de tener más poder para encajar en la alta sociedad.

You can be the boss: No hay mucho que decir, este hombre irradía las energías de esta canción poder, control y peligro.

Hector Palma:

Dark Paradise: Esta principalmente al final de la temporada 2, siento que le quedaría tan bien a este hombre atormentado, lo veo anhelando a Lupita.

Es mi primera vez subiendo contenido a esta plataforma, y es la primera vez que escribo algo sobre Narcos México, asi que perdón por las fallas que contenga, creo que aprenderé con la práctica yy espero que les guste y lo disfruten!!

[nxru7o]

Claro que hay días en los que mi alma amanece por los suelos, días donde lo último que querría es dar otro esbozo de aire tan putrefacto, sin embargo el detenerse no es una opción, echarme a morir o maldecir a la vida. Elijo seguir con cada carga, con cada dolor a cuestas, porque habiendo sobrevivido al infierno, hablando y coqueteando con la muerte durante tantas jornadas, no me hizo indestructible, no me hizo insensible, porque juro que carcome como el ácido sobre la piel, dificulta el avanzar, como caminar descalzo sobre espinas, pero sigo, todo se resume en eso, sigo con una sonrisa y el corazón lleno de amor, por aquellos que sufren a solas, por los que anhelan el tacto sincero de un alma que les comprenda.

13/11/22

Nxruto