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Drew Harper. 27. Cat dad. Art fraud. Baudelaire transplant. I like the simple things in life and the complex ones, equally.

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@andrewharpola:  2 legit 2 quit but also pooped & partied out #same

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talon-harper:

   She was drunk. An early buzz at 11 AM when Chloe showed up and a day of Harper’s brunch, lunch, dinner and all the glorious dirty games and cheesy movies in between the subject of Grant and Louisa a seemingly taboo one laced with memories of old, suppressed ones at that that created a familiar rise of throat clogging pain and the tears impossible to hold in any longer. Talon and Drew remained faces lit by the colorful lights and Christmas tree Chloe insisted on. 

      Matching Pajama’s with reindeer and a ‘Ho ho ho’ joke on the ass, Drew’s story meant to lighten the day long avoidance of what was and wasn’t actually there for this holiday season. She’d brought up their parents, a usual sarcasm meant to cope. Soon finding the holiday concoctions didn’t mix at all with reality. “Shut up, he didn’t do that…we got too old. Hell Toby was the one who ruined Santa for me… and he got fat. For that year, he got fat, he couldn’t have even attempted fitting in the fireplace….I don’t remember that…” 

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"Um, yeah he did. He did that. Of course he did it for Toby, he was like, the last believer in the house left. I’m pretty sure I encouraged him to do it, too. And it wasn’t down the chimney, he came from the back door through the kitchen and round the fireplace, but Toby wasn’t even looking so we caught him at the right moment. It was a good one. Perfect weight for Santa, too. Probably the top three santas of all time.” Drew, though not quite okay with seeing her in this mid-happy mid-sad state, knew that it was the wine that was causing most of it, and he was under its influence too. So for once, he let it go. Still, the attempt remained on focusing the memories towards more neutral things. “That time the icicles fell from the roof and hit the car though, and actually cracked the windshield.  Ian was all...waving his arms...‘THE HOUSE ...IS ATTACKING THE CAR!’”

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talon-harper:

edythesh:

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@EDYSCHILL: Happy Holidays!! For once I can finally mean it when I get to spend all day with @talon-harper in my arms. Hug your friends. Take embarrassing pictures of them to save for blackmail later. Force them into impromptu dance competitions. Love this one & the rest of the Harper cult for making me feel like part of their squad and filling me with joy (and wine). 

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Talon-Harper replied to your photo: She’s drinking the Kool-Aid. Mission’s eventually accomplished. 

@andrewharpola replied to your photo: i am still the undefeated macaroni champion. always. forever. @andrewharpola replied to your photo: **macaroni @andrewharpola replied to your photo: ***macarena. wine does not like me spelling.

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A Cure for Wellness (2017)

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Dane Dehaan for British GQ

Photographed by Christian Oita

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riley-m:

“So, as it turns out I’m not the town drunk and like 10 people owe me a really big apology. Assholes.” She groaned, “On the other hand, Resident Of The Year so like, hell yeah me. I’ll take my payment in wine and undying gratitude.” 

"You won Resident of The Year? Congrats, man. Probably a well deserved award. I don’t know about the rest of these categories though, the same five people won everything and I’m just like...who? I don’t know these people. I’ve never heard of them. Where did they come from?”

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thenameis-kev:

Kevin couldn’t hold back the little childish laugh that explained him when the other decided to go along with his joke, the small move of his eyebrows making things to his tipsy self, but he kept his cool act up like a professional. “I’ll change the question for you, though,” Kevin said in a tone that sounded as if he was trying to outsmart the other, though his one and only purpose was to tease. “Would you let me blow your whistle?”

Drew’s laughter was muted, understated, but that was usually the way with him. He wasn’t loud or boisterous about things he found funny or clever, instead finding a quiet admiration for them. With two fingers slipping under the rope holding the whistle-keychain, he held it up, shaking it like a bell. “Be my guest.” Though of course, he knew that wasn’t the only thing they were talking about. “I hear these guys don’t like loud ruckuses though, so it might be best tried elsewhere.” With a smirk that was stolen partway by the bartender finishing mixing their drinks, each tall glass circled with blue flames, he made a noise to bring said drinks to attention. “Well, que sera sera...”  It wasn’t exactly Latin, but close enough, Drew thought as he slid the other glass across the bartop.

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thenameis-kev:

Kevin’s lopsided smirk finally became complete as he leaned back on the bar, eyes posed on the blonde man, though little by little his focus started to open to more details about him. His clothes, for example, eccentric, like nothing someone else would wear, though Kevin would in a heartbeat, and somewhere in between his appreciation for his jacket and his shirt, he spotted a peculiar necklace, one he had heard of earlier… He let out a little chuckle, a secret between him and a dear friend. And well… the person who happened to be wearing such necklace had indeed more interesting things that the item hanging around his neck– was there a hole at the… It was a whistle. A penis whistle. With a whirlwind of thoughts, Kevin almost missed everything the man said, which was quite sad, actually, because he actually meant what he said– keep talking smart to me, boy, he thought. Focus, Kevin. Goddammit. “I… do know what Carpe Diem is, so… Carpe Diem it is,” he grinned, though he shook his head. “I just– Sorry, got distracted. Mind if I ask if… Are you just wearing that necklace for the sake of wearing it, or do you actually blow the whistle?”

Drew signalled drunken finger-guns in the dark haired Raven’s direction, turning momentarily to the bartender who was making up the drinks, before turning back. “I have blown the whistle a couple of times, yes. Not here though. Not yet. Never know though, an occasion might call for it,” he made his eyebrows do a wave. “Let you in on a little secret though, it’s actually a keychain. I turned it into a necklace ‘cause people notice more and comment. Always fun to ask would you like to blow my penis whistle?” He followed it with a hearty chuckle, his breath faintly coloured with the aroma of rich red wines.

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talon-harper:

     “In an event of an attack yes, it’s neat. Discriptive if not a little crass…all I can say is  ityay'say everclay utbay youyay oday esembleray ethay okerjay. It’s not a bad thing. Probably in season at Rupture, I’ll have to send a body shot to Sam. 

“Hey, if anyone knows about crass and punk, it’s Vivienne, godmother of crass and punk. So I take that and turn it into a compliment. Okerjay? Are we talking about the Aredjay Etolay okerjay? Because now that, I find if only just a little bit insulting. I’m at least a Nicholson, hopefully Ledger. Sam’ll be here, won’t she? God, you know what’s bothersome...all these people named Sam popping up in town all of a sudden. It’s like, c’mon guys, did everyone in ‘91 or ‘92 name their kid Sam...I know four Sam’s in town now, it’s becoming a problem.”

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thenameis-kev:

Kevin’s attention was pulled abruptly by a certain blonde individual with one of the most striking eyes he had seen that night– or in all Lanford, if he was being honest. He quirked an eyebrow as his initial reaction, though a smirk tugged at one side of his lips. “I am… very confused right now. I have no clue what you just said, but all I want to ask is for you to keep the smart talk going for the rest of the night.”

“You’re in luck, it’s something of a specialty of mine,” Drew returned, spirits boosted by his overture being received warmly. He took one final drink, emptying his glass, and continued on being Drew. “Are you familiar with the latin, in omnia paratus? Ready for all things — also possibly translated as, ‘you jump, I jump’? I ordered two of a drink I have absolutely no certainty of the contents of, and now would like to extend one to you. So...carpe diem?”

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@thenameis-kev

[After eyeing him up and down for probs a good minute and a half k.] “I’d say what’s cookin’ good lookin, if it wasn’t severely overused, so instead, I’m going to say......................... ...............what is being prepared, person of pulchritudinous appearance?”

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hazelboyd:

“I’m sorry, what? I- uh… Were you talking to me, or? I think I might just have zoned out for a minute,” said Hazel and turned to look at the person closest to her. “I mean look at this place! Have you ever seen anything like it before? It’s like the inside of a jewellery designers head.”

"I have, actually, at the Prague International Film Festival. Looked pretty much like this. Except Alan Rickman and Viggo Mortensen were there, and that made for a much livelier party, ‘course.”

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Dane Dehaan, UHQ shoot, 2011

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talon-harper:

    “Is that a penis on your neck?” 

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“It’s a keychain, but I fashioned it to a necklace — neat, huh? Just thought an actual whistle would be so cool. A penile whistle — ha — get it, penile, penal? Referee?”

“But say what I know you really want to say — ‘Drew, why are you earingway thatway odawfulgay bominationay?’”

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Andrew Harper @ Kingsgate Charity Gala

Suit: Gucci Men’s Spring 2017 Shoes: Gucci Men’s Spring 2017 Clutch with Penis Whistle keychain: Vivienne Westwood 2016 Impeccably Good Genes: courtesy Harper family Hairball: courtesy Butterfinger

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