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this is the equivalent of high-schoolers passing notes to each other in class. except that they're cardinals in the middle of a conclave in the sistine chapel
reminiscing whatever the hell was this and i'd like to point out a few excerpts (with timestamps) that still haunt me in my sleep:
the way miles gazes deeply into alex's eyes on 0:18 before their silly forehead rubbing......... absolutely platonic!
except for the quick glance at the guitar on 0:19, alex doesn't take his eyes off miles throughout the whole bit. for anything. at all. just watch it
alex being completely mesmerized by miles. and his response is to lick his lips on 0:36.
miles notices alex's undivided attention and of course he has to reward him by sliding his forehead up and down on his on 0:38. fucking insane response
miles gasping at the end of their guitar sex “thing” (on 0:48) and alex giggling in response. they're so intimate it makes me physically ill :)
please feel free to add more details that i haven't noticed/included here (or discuss the ones i have)!
this is one creative way to describe lawrellini’s decades-old relationship and lawrenitez’s love at first promise (and the fact that you ship both)
when you approach your bandmate for a normal blokey forehead touch during the in my room outro but instead he has the audacity of lowering his head strategically exposing the entirety of his neck (and nape) and you give in to the temptation of burying and rubbing your whole face on it for a few good seconds and after that he lifts his face and intentionally rubs his nose and lips on yours in response. what the hell was that
these dramatic sillies really decided to create a title track performance starring the perpetual theatre kid as a slutty juliet in a cavaliers jersey blowing the softest kiss to an infatuated romeo in an elegant kimono that wouldn't avert his gaze from her for anything contained in that venue amidst a majestic chiaroscuro effect that transcended all the aspects of baroque art. fucking cleveland
a little detail that i noticed (and adore) about alex is how sometimes he gets so comfortable with some of the people he meets that he just takes photos with them by glueing his cheek/forehead/whole face on them in such a lovely way, like this:
“I’ll give you the ✨ D ✨” “I wish you would” “I wish you would, too” “Well, I'm giving it to you now”
peter straughan forgot to include “jolene by dolly parton starts playing as bellini walks in” in this excerpt i fear
