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we can talk about the incredible job that ron did in the dedication he puts into his work to the point where he stopped eating to look sick for the scenes....

#911 lone star #tarlos #tk stand #ronen rubinstein

stevenrogered

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen

Alex turns away from him, falling back on his heels like he’s been slapped. “Fine,” he finally says. “You know what? Fucking fine. I’ll leave.” “Good.” “I’ll leave,” he says, and he turns back and leans in, “as soon as you tell me to leave.”

“Alex.”

He’s in Henry’s face now. If he’s getting his heart broken tonight, he’s sure as hell going to make Henry have the guts to do it right. “Tell me you’re done with me. I’ll get back on the plane. That’s it. And you can live here in your tower and be miserable forever, write a whole book of sad fucking poems about it. Whatever. Just say it.”

“Fuck you,” Henry says, his voice breaking, and he gets a handful of Alex’s shirt collar, and Alex knows he’s going to love this stubborn shithead forever.

tylerposey

Are you hungry?

tylerposey

roseapothecary

Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

mulderscully

RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

ninzied

"Henry's face should be illegal, the way it's turned up toward him, flushed and undone."

tylerposey

There is a truth that's much simpler.

ninzied

thelaziestmotherfucker

Shut up. Stop talking.

mulderscully

#buttons by the pussycat dolls playing in the distance

tylerposey

Red, White & Royal Blue (2023)

alexshenry

“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a … daft pubescent fantasy.” Alex takes his hand, and Henry turns to face the chapel like a nervous postulant, his cheeks hollowed out in the low light, before pulling Alex into it. When they kiss, Alex can hear a half-remembered old proverb from catechism, mixed up between translations of the book: “Come, hijo mío, de la miel, porque es buena, and the honeycomb, sweet to thy taste.” He wonders what Santa Chiara would think of them, a lost David and Jonathan, turning slowly on the spot. He brings Henry’s hand to his mouth and kisses the little knob of his knuckle, the skin over the blue vein there, bloodlines, pulses, the old blood kept in perpetuity within these walls, and he thinks, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, amen.