“His whole life, Alex has been loved fiercely and loudly and blazingly, and Henry, Henry has been loved like something beautiful museum in a museum, maintained meticulously and kept behind glass.”
Can’t stop thinking about this quote from Casey and this scene in the movie.
How because Alex loved Henry, fiercely, loudly and blazingly, Henry found the strength and courage to step out from behind that glass and show the world who he really is. Knowing that with Alex by his side, his hand in his, there was nothing to fear anymore. He’d been truly accepted and found the love he’d craved all his life. ❤️🤍💙
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Hiii so I had such a hard time making a wallpaper with just this part of the quote instead of the whole paragraph, which lives constantly in my soul, but it had to be done. I'll probably make another installment with the rest of it later, but for now, here's one of my faves from RWRB:
Full quote: "I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't."
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"Please, tell me another joke." Ellen says. "I want so badly for you to explain to me how this is funny."
Alex opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times.
"He started it," he says finally. "I barely touched him - he's the one who pushed me, and I only grabbed him to try and catch my balance, and - "
"Sugar, I cannot express to you how much the press does not give a fuck about who started what," Ellen says. "As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn't your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term."
CH. 2 ~ Red White and Royal Blue ~ by Casey McQuiston
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“Alex still doesn’t really know what kept drawing him back, only that he would sneak into June’s room and find the page and touch his fingertips to the boy’s hair, as if he could somehow feel its texture if he imagined it hard enough.“ (p.15)
“He pushes his hands into Henry’s hair, and it’s as soft as he always imagined when he would trace the photo of Henry in June’s magazine, lush and thick under his fingers.“ (p.137)
“His fingertips brush the page in the same place they did when he was young, over the sun-gold hair, except now he knows its exact texture. It’s the first time he’s seen it since he learned where this version of Henry went.“ (p.179)
Alex' addiction to Henry's sun-gold hair.
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Best Quotes From 'Red, White and Royal Blue'
"David," Alex says. "He's a beagle. I remember because, like, who does that? Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney. Like a dog tax attorney."
"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.
“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.” (I know this one isn't technically in the latest version of the book, but it was there when I first read it and I miss it.)
"First you've been, like, Draco Malfoy-level obsessed with Henry for years"
"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"
"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff."
"Your hair in the mornings is truly a wonder to behold," is how he breaks the silence.
"I needed a run," he says. "To clear my head a bit, figure out... what's next. Very Mr. Darcy brooding at Pemberley."
Alex sighs. "I don't think I told you, but she, uh. Well, when she fired me, she told me that if I wasn't a thousand percent sure about you, I needed to break things off." Henry nuzzles his nose behind Alex's ear, "A thousand percent?" "Yeah, don't let it go to your head."
"I'm taking a picture of a national gay landmark," Alex tells him. "And also a statue."
"At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring on next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he ticks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side."
"So," she says. "Do you feel forever about him?" And there's no room left to agonize over it, nothing left to do but say the thing he's known all along. "Yeah," he says, "I do."
"He hates himself, but he doesn't regret anything, and maybe that makes him a bad person and a worse politician, but he doesn't regret Henry."
"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."
"But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose."
"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."
"It's a mural of himself and Henry, facing each other, haloed by a bright yellow sun, depicted as Han and Leia. Henry in all white, starlight in his hair. Alex dressed as a scruffy smuggler, a blaster at his hip. A royal and a rebel, arms around each other. He snaps a photo on his phone, and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds."
"When the car door opens, it's June, standing there in a bright yellow T-shirt that says: HISTORY, HUH? "You like it?" she says. "There's a guy selling them down the block. I got his card. Gonna put it in my next column for Vogue."
“So, what?” he asks. “You want me to quit politics and go become a princess? That’s not very feminist of you.” “That’s not how feminism works,” she says, rolling her eyes.
"I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us."
"History, huh? Bet we could make some."
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