@rejectory
Trailing behind his cape, an old image occurs of Soviet aesthetic history: jawbones, hair the colour of corn, vealskin and wheat, exuding a care that nobody back then ever actually had.
He's still paying for his part in the Holodomor denial, not that the funding for his Saults cave has ever screamed continental subtlety, or austerity for that matter.
"We call that one the Stingray."
He powerstands for the cameras there to catch the candids of Homelander's diplomacy tour, squinting his signature squint.












