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Madison Stubbington by Fernando Rodriguez for PaperCity Magazine February 2024

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Immigration/Deportation/Due Process Round Up: Published 5/2/25AM

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The FBI Just Arrested Two Judges

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The Florida Project (Sean Baker, 2017).

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Chloe Tang wearing Bibhu Monapatra for Harper's Bazaar Mexico November 2023, photographed by Fernando Rodriguez

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INFRINGE, 2022 | “CHIAROSCURA” FERNANDO RODRIGUEZ x KINGSLEY OSUJI

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Anthony Milian - photo by Fernando Rodriguez Photography

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Cici Tamez, photographed by Fernando Rodriguez for Harper's Bazaar Mexico November 2021

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - non-verbal prompts (still accepting)

@ledeuill said:  indulge / for duncan from fernando . (  indulge - find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope )

The Black Keizer knows those footsteps; he has memorised their depth and pace; the unmistakable sound that instantly betrays Fernando through his gait and height, as his footfalls echo across cold marble tiles.

Screwing the cap off his bottle of whiskey, Duncan throws back another heated mouthful, hissing as it nicely scalds the back of his throat. It’s late, though admittedly Vizla has entirely lost track of time and how much whiskey he’s had to drink, which is obvious only from the beads of sweat that have formed on his brow and the way his head lulls loosely on his shoulders when he looks up to regard his boss.

Standing, taking the man’s arrival as an indication he should finally go to bed, Duncan finds the sway in his stance so extreme that he’s forced to steady himself against the smaller man, palm falling flat against Fernando’s chest as he attempts to keep his balance. There is heat there, a warmth Duncan wants to press himself again, though he knows better than to indulge thoughts in the dead of night that might cause problems come the light of day.

“Bad head.” He blurts, as if it explains anything. Vizla is often a man of few words, yes, but this is curt, even for him. In truth, he wishes he could fill the silence between them with words, but they have all escaped him, having fled in response to the sweet scent of tequila and acrid smoke that hangs just as heavy on El Jefe.