When I picture you happy, I see you in your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies about queer history. And I'm there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning. When the election is over, we can figure out what to do next. I would love to be in the same place for a bit, but I know you have to do what you have to do. Just know I believe in you.
Love you. Tell Bea I said hi.
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Another day, another thought, I guess this is my life now.
So last night I was reading this article in which Matthew talks about making the film and the staging of the Paris sex scene. And it struck me how much work and attention to detail was given to this moment:
Which yes, others have talked about what is placed around the room but I'd like to present exhibits B and C:
The other times we see them in bed together, Alex is on Henry's right. Protocol or his good side? (Both?) Because that's your place when you're with a Royal.
But in Paris they're the other way around. Henry is on Alex's right. That's his place. That's where he belongs. In this moment he's not Prince Henry, he's Henry Fox. He's just this guy who is in love with this other guy.
At the DNC hotel they're mired in politics. In Kensington Palace they're in the monarchy. But in Paris? They're just them. Not so much Firstprince as... some other pormanteau. Helex? Alry? Anyway. They're them in Paris and it's as close to neutral ground as they can get and I find it interesting that Henry is on Alex's right when every other instance in his life he has people on his right. He never gets to be the person on the right. He never gets to defer to someone who isn't in some line of succession.
But with Alex? He does. He defers to him (and no this is not a comment about sexual positions) and he isn't pushed into the circumstance and rules of a situation he was born into without any choice or say in the matter. He can just be himself without the need to maintain an image or a sense of duty or adhere to some archiac institution. He's on someone's right.
(He's also put Alex on his non-good side. He's showing that part of himself to this man because he loves and he trusts him and he knows he is safe to do so. That's something else I'm feral over.)
And given how much attention was paid to the staging of Paris you will not be able to convince me that this wasn't deliberate. Matthew López himself could come into my Tumblr inbox and deny it and I wouldn't believe him.
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You know its Canon that Henry is a jealous and possessive fucker when it comes to Alex (remember him and Nora fighting over who got to sit in Alex's lap in the limo) and I really think that fandom is missing a trick with that not being a bigger thing. The man's obsessed and has never had to share a day in his life - he would be petty and smug that he was who Alex had chosen and would make sure everyone knew it.
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hii could i ask for some prompts for a guy trying to sneak into his boyfriend’s castle without his parents seeing him (it’s a royal au and both of them are princes), please? Thank you so much
Prince x Prince Prompts
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
He could hardly contain his laughter as he watched his boyfriend struggle to scale the wall of the castle. It was like a scene straight out of Rapunzel, only instead of magic hair he was using his bedsheets tied together in knots.
He helped him climb over the window sill, boots hitting the hard floor. Their eyes locked, a mischievious grin replacing the relief they felt for getting away with sneaking in.
There was a knock at his bedroom door, soft in the middle of the night. The prince stirred, pulling himself from bed to see who could be looking for him at this hour. A knight stood at attention, fully outfitted in their armour. The prince's heart skipped a beat. "Is everything alright?" The knight entered the room and closed the door behind them. They removed their helmet, revealing the prince's boyfriend. His heart melted and he couldn't stop the smile that pulled at his lips. "You're getting very creative with how you're sneaking in."
"I'm so glad you're here," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his boyfriend's lips. "Me too," the other prince responded. "I missed you."
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