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Y yo sigo aquí💫 Endora is my co-pilot✨ RWRB, Fashion, Food, shit that catches my attention ✨She/Her✨ brown, queer, 🇸🇻🫓✨ AO3 tinyurl.com/27k6u7sn 💫

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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 03/03/2025
EARTHQUAKE
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Poolsidemuse🌙 @poolsidemuse.bsky.social · 03/03/2025
The magical sleepytime trifecta: warm & freshly washed sheets, newly shaved legs, bedtime perfume.
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Team Taynick @teamtaynick.bsky.social · 24/02/2025
Taylor Zakhar Perez on Polaroid for the #SAGAwards Photographed by Andrew Tess via Harper Bazaar
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sarah :D @anincompletelist.bsky.social · 24/02/2025
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Dani (Stab)bles 🗡️🩸 @danidabbles.rwrb.social · 24/02/2025
Ellen: where’s that box of my old campaign T-shirts Alex:
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Jess 🎾 - 25 Days 🦊🧡 @handle.invalid · 17/02/2025
Good morning everyone with our beautiful Alex ❤️ Have a wonderful day and start of the week 💕🌞 #TaylorZakharPerez #RWRB
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ArtButMakeItSports @artbutmakeitsports.bsky.social · 10/02/2025
At the Deathbed, by Edvard Munch, 1895
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Rodger Sherman @rodger.bsky.social · 03/02/2025
Drake is the all-time biggest loser of a rap feud and that includes people who have gotten shot and died as a result of rap feuds
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Josh Gondelman @joshgondelman.bsky.social · 07/02/2025
I think it's nice that we devote the same amount of time each year to fashion and sharks.
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🧛✨Tsu 👑💍 @tsuother.bsky.social · 28/01/2025
The redraw saga (43/ ) "Three, two, one!" #rwrb #firstprince
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Cora | Orchid @orchidscript.bsky.social · 25/01/2025
Oops! I posted it! archiveofourown.org/works/624979...
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 22/01/2025
Imma pretend he’s bringing me flowers leave me to my delusions pls and ty
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Kate Strasdin @katestrasdin.bsky.social · 22/01/2025
I have always loved the shifting boundaries of this 1935 #Vionnet dress. The sleek black column beneath is overlaid with a sheer, ghostly silhouette, both hiding and revealing #madparis #FashionHistory 🗃️🪡
Long black dress consisting of a narrow under dress topped with a voluminous sheer overdress with full skirt and billowing sleeves
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Info TZP | News & Media Account @infotzp.bsky.social · 22/01/2025
Taylor Zakhar Perez for Lacoste on Lacoste Korea website. 🔗: www.lacoste.com/kr/lacoste/m...
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 18/01/2025
Need y’all to know one of the matching outfits was a guayabera like this miperritolindo.com/cdn/shop/fil...
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 18/01/2025
Mini fic for the bestie! Alex + David!
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 18/01/2025
Mini fic for the bestie!
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ABC7 Eyewitness News @abc7.bsky.social · 11/01/2025
WATCH LIVE: Palisades Fire burns toward 405. Mandatory evacuations ordered for parts of Encino, Brentwood, Getty Center. Live coverage on ABC7 abc7.la/4gPMhqD
Palisades Fire burns toward 405. Mandatory evacuations ordered for parts of Encino, Brentwood, Getty Center.
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Phil Lewis @phillewis.bsky.social · 09/01/2025
Airbnb offers temporary housing to people impacted by Los Angeles wildfires
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Airbnb Offers Temporary Housing to People Impacted by Los Angeles Wildfires
Airbnb is offering temporary housing to people impacted by the Los Angeles wildfires. Here's how to host or find housing on Airbnb.
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Matt Okumura @mattokumura.bsky.social · 09/01/2025
A view of Hollywood from the roof of my friend’s building on Sunset. If you’re in the evac zone, just go. Think of rush hour traffic. Now add panic thinking.
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Los Angeles Times @latimes.com · 09/01/2025
Hollywood High School will serve as an evacuation site for the Sunset fire in Hollywood, KTLA reported. The school is at 1521 Highland Ave. www.latimes.com/california/s...
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Sunset fire in Hollywood Hills: Evacuations, shelter
An evacuation zone was established between the 101 Freeway and Laurel Canyon and between Mulholland Drive and Hollywood Boulevard.
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 09/01/2025
Literally rushing home bc I don’t wanna be driving all the street lights are down
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 08/01/2025
LA moots and ooomfs, pls be careful out there shits fucking nuts rn
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Eric Holthaus @ericholthaus.com · 08/01/2025
A reminder that Los Angeles had its hottest summer in history last year. Southern California has received just 2% of "normal" rainfall during the current "rainy" season. These fires are a direct result of a warming & drying atmosphere caused by burning fossil fuels. We are in a climate emergency.
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Mike Baker @mikebaker.bsky.social · 08/01/2025
There are now 4 separate fires in Los Angeles area: • Palisades: Mass destruction. Now evacuations in Santa Monica • Eaton: Destroying homes in Pasadena • Sylmar/Hurst: Evacuation orders issued. “Rapid rate of spread” • Tamarack: Near I-5 in Sun Valley neighborhood www.nytimes.com/live/2025/01...
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Palisades Fire Live Updates: 30,000 Ordered to Evacuate in L.A. (Gift Article)
Parts of Santa Monica were ordered to be evacuated as fast-moving flames destroyed homes along the coast in Los Angeles. Officials warned that winds would pick up overnight, fueling the fire.
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Katie Mack @astrokatie.com · 08/01/2025
PSA to my friends in California near the fires: breathing in wildfire smoke is really bad for you (even if it’s not super thick where you are) but if you have face masks (N95, KN95, etc) those can help a lot
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Ginger @m3r3ts3g3r.bsky.social · 08/01/2025
Thanks for that info- been fretting for hours.
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 08/01/2025
Wind so shit I’d trade it in for the atmospheric river atp
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wwxwashere.bsky.social @wwxwashere.bsky.social · 07/01/2025
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 07/01/2025
Had so much soup I’m dying
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 06/01/2025
Uploaded onto AO3! I hope y’all enjoy!! 💝Hold My Heart 🎬T rating ⭐️tags: Fluff, light angst, schmoop archiveofourown.org/works/61940815
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 05/01/2025
Baby girl was great and my mango margarita was excellent, a sugar and tajin rim is SUPERIOR
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IBAE BLACK @ibaeblack.bsky.social · 04/01/2025
Finale Post. GIVENCHY By Alexander McQueen Fall 1999 RTW #fashionsky #moodboardsky
GIVENCHY By Alexander McQueen Fall 1999 RTW GIVENCHY By Alexander McQueen Fall 1999 RTW GIVENCHY By Alexander McQueen Fall 1999 RTW
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 03/01/2025
All my #rwrxmas fics! Thanks everyone for reading, I will also be uploading to AO3 later
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 03/01/2025
Cuter ones lol
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evil-ina 😈 @ebelila.writes.lol · 01/01/2025
❗new chapter alert ❗ Finally get to share one of my favorite firstprince scenes I've ever written 🥹 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/59861104/chapters/158219227
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 31/12/2024
Oh adding to my to read asapppp and the art omg hannnnnnnn
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 31/12/2024
Part 13 of #rwrxmas! A merry Christmas!! Some angst but ultimately it’s always love that wins. Sorry it’s late, it actually turned into an actual fic😭 I’ll be making a thread for these later and uploading to AO3!
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Jamie ❤️🤍💙 @stellarmeadow.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
A Brownstone Christmas #firstprince #rwrb #rwrbart
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Phil Lewis @phillewis.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
Beyoncé brings out Tiera Kennedy, Tanner Adell, Brittney Spencer and Reyna Roberts
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
Part 12 of #rwrxmas! A mistletoe moment
Henry slowly opened the door, waving goodnight to his PPO, trying to be as quiet as he could as he closed the door and took off his coat and scarf. It was 3 am and the whole street was asleep, not a creature aside from him and his PPO was stirring. He had been called away earlier in the evening as they were getting ready to go to a Posadas, the Brooklyn shelter needing some desperate help in trying to find some free beds available. Having 3 shelters open now helped, but nearly every bed was taken. He hated referring teens to other shelters, and only did so when he couldn't find any other solution. Down a social worker due to the flu, he was desperate for solutions. He had managed to finagle something temporarily, and was happy his subdirector would take over once morning light hit. 

Alex was adamant in going with him, but Henry had insisted he go to the Posada before they had to head out to London. His casework had picked up tremendously in the last couple of weeks, and he had been in a frenzy trying to get ahead of everything before they closed the practice for the holiday until they new year, and Henry knew he was sad they had to miss out on going to his Abuela’s house before they left. They had only been scheduled to stay a couple days, so it made the most sense to stay home, Alex had argued against himself, Henry still wholly willing to tap out and give his subdirector control early. 

Alex had texted him earlier, telling him he would wait up for him with fresh tamales he had gotten from a vendor, as well as piping hot champurrado and some pan dulce. That had been hours ago when Henry still had a hope of returning him before midnight. 
He dropped his keys into the bowl on the foyer table, wincing at the noise the metal and ceramic made, the small noise amplified in the cold silence. He took off his shoes and placed them in the shoe basket, to be organized and returned to the walk-in closet later as he put on his house slippers. As he walked further into the house, he could make out the static noise of a TV that had been muted. 

He turned into the family room to see a Muppet Christmas playing silently on the giant TV screen, Kermit’s silent flailing bringing a smile to his face that only grew fonder as he saw a figure stretched out on the couch, rolled up in all the couch blankets as well as his missing cardigan from the night before that he couldn’t find this morning. He looked to the side and rolled his eyes at the fireplace being shut off, and the heating in the room had been placed at minimum winter temperatures. 

He went over and slowly started to unroll Alex when he noticed David was lying on his chest and it seemed impossible, but he felt his heart grow inexplicably fonder and more in love with this man than ever. He managed to get most of the blankets off, with David stirring awake somewhere in the middle. He lay there watching Henry fold the blankets neatly, almost sneezing when he shook a blanket to even it out. 

“Davey, don’t sneeze on Papa, we’ll never hear the end of it,” Henry whispered, slowly lifting him off Alex’s chest to the floor where he shook himself. 

“It’s not the sneezing that’s annoying it’s the fact that he sneezes in threes that’s the worst,” a gravelly voice responded, as Alex looked at him in amusement. “Never just one sneeze, always three. Hi baby. You fix the problem?” 
“Problem is temporarily fixed, and Dionne takes over tomorrow until after the New Year. I’m sorry I’m home so late,” Henry apologized, knowing he was the reason they had to try to fit in things today before they left for London. 

“No apologies needed, baby. You taking care of the shelter is never a problem, and I’m looking forward to seeing Catherine and the baby.” Alex had known correctly what exactly Henry was apologizing for and waved it away. He had recently seen Bea and Phillip, but hadn’t seen his mother in law in ages and their new niece was still a newborn. “We’ll just come back a couple days early and land in Austin and work our way back to New York. Maybe even take a couple more days off, even.”

Henry handily agreed, feeling completely worn down. The holiday season was always tough for a myriad of reasons, and this year was no exception. “Let’s get you up to bed before we have to wake up for the airport.” He stretched his hands out and helped Alex stand up, helping him straighten up when his sleepy wobbly legs threatened to take him out. “Alright, love?”

“Almost. Look up.”

Henry looked up to see Alex’s hand holding a flattened out mistletoe. He followed the arm down to Alex’s face, a sleepy mischievous smile adorning it. “Feliz Nochebuena, baby.” 

Henry leaned in and kissed him.
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wwxwashere.bsky.social @wwxwashere.bsky.social · 24/12/2024
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Hann @artofobsession.bsky.social · 24/12/2024
Sweet like candy 🍬 -- Happy holidays! ⛄❄️⭐ Drew this last year, still cute enough to share ❤️
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Ame @ameartraven.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
🎄Our Home🎁 Happy Holidays! #FirstPrince
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
Part 11 of #rwrxmas! Laundry silliness
“Alex! Where’s the ugly sweater I bought?! I can’t find it!” Henry called out from within their walk-in closet. Alex, sitting on the bed and flipping through a case file, looked up, peering over the top edges of his reading glasses. He was already dressed in his ugly Christmas sweater, a green snowflake monstrosity with a Spider-Man canting his head curiously. Henry, on the other hand, had gotten wrapped up in a FaceTime call to London. Things with Phillip were much better, but Alex knew nobody was looking forward to seeing Mary during Christmas at Sandringham. 

“Alex!”

“Sorry, baby! I washed it because it was made out of that itchy fabric you hate, so I thought a was might soften it up. It should be in your basket, I didn’t have the chance to put anything away.” Alex closed his file, stood up and stretched, padding softly in his slippers to the walk-in closet where he could see an exasperated Henry going through his clean laundry basket. Henry was normally meticulous about how things were sorted and organized in the walk-in, but that had temporarily gone out the window at the moment. Alex couldn’t help but admire the picture Henry made, bent over and wriggling. 

Henry stood up with “Got it, as he managed to grab the arm of the sweater and pulled. He straightened up with a cry of dismay as he finally held the sweater up to find it shrunken. 

Severely shrunken. 

“Alex. Did you put this in the dryer?”

Alex grimaced as he responded. “I was in the middle of writing case notes! And I guess I didn't notice it slipped into the dryer. I had tossed it in the dryer safe load and I planned on taking it out before I loaded the dryer.” Henry had begun to shake, and Alex hurried to apologize, approaching him to add to his mea culpa. 

Henry couldn't hold it in longer and burst into laughter, shoulders shaking as he bent over from the force of it. He held the sweater up with a “It’s so tiny,” as he let out another peal of laughter. 
Alex stopped abruptly at the sight, smiling at the sight of Henry absolutely losing it. He couldn't help but also join in on the laughter, the contagiousness of the joy found in a mistake made him unable to do anything to stop himself from being swept up in its tide. Henry ended up clinging to him as he slumped over from the laughter. Alex tried his best to hold him up, but just ended up trying his best to sit them both down on the carpet gracefully. It did not work, as they both ended up sprawled across the walk-in floor, as their laughter slowly tapered off, just occasionally interrupted by a hiccuped giggle. 
“I'm sorry, baby, I should have been paying attention to what I was doing. I know you were looking forward to showing off your sweater for the kids.” Alex apologized once more. He knew Henry didn’t really care for ugly sweater events, but had joined in when the teens at the shelter had told him it was okay if he dressed out of theme because he was too posh for it. He had been determined to prove them wrong. 

“It’s quite alright, love. I know this case has had you worked up. Plus I guess this is revenge for when I accidentally made all the clothes pink. But. What am I going to wear instead? I really don’t want to wear one of my usual sweaters. 

“Well. I have an idea. But I don't know how you’re gonna like it.”

Alex and Henry walked into the shelter to a wave of cheers and laughter. Alex’s Spider-Man sweater was popular, but the hit of the night was Henry’s bright pink Barbie sweater. Originally ordered by June to their Brownstone for her to wear to the party on her layover to Vermont, she had needed to cancel after coming down with the flu while in DC. She had ordered it quite large for the slouchy comfort of it all, and quite fortunately for Henry, just large enough to fit him. 
“Pink really is your color, baby.” an exhausted Alex couldn't help but exclaim to an equally exhausted Henry later in the SUV ride back. “It really reminds me of the pink when you…
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Comfort taynick @comfortaynick.bsky.social · 24/12/2024
Happy birthday Taylor 🎂
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Pop Base @popbase.tv · 24/12/2024
Feliz Nochebuena 🎄
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Info TZP | News & Media Account @infotzp.bsky.social · 24/12/2024
📒🎂 SURPRISE! Our #HAPPYBDAYTZP project of this year is a scrapbook of Tay’s life! We have gathered some important moments of Taylor’s career and your birthdays messages, from all around the world. Simple, but meaningful. Complete scrapbook here: issuu.com/infotzp/docs/
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Liz (is in the dancery) @apricotstrumpet.bsky.social · 24/12/2024
Part 10 of #rwrxmas! A crumb, nay, a smidge of angst
“Okay,” Henry says, placing his hands on his hips, apron crisply tied back and sleeves rolled up, looking oddly military like in expression and body. Alex did not not like it, mentally adding strict chefs to his future possible…scenarios.

Henry had finished most of his cookie baking, deciding to give out packages of about a dozen types of cookies. He had mostly finished all of them and that morning had Shanghai’d a still sleepy Alex into assembling the cardboard boxes and distributing the cookies between them as he finished icing some outlines on the ones that still needed a final touch. He had no idea why Henry had decided to make around 75 cookie boxes, where he had stored so many cookies after baking, or why so many types, but he knew well enough to keep his mouth shut. 

Once they had assembled the available cookies in whatever order Henry had deemed necessary, he took the chance to escape by claiming David looked bored and needed a walk in the brisk winter air. He took the chance to stretch his legs, get his morning hit of caffeine and Henry a London Fog, and get both of them something actually substantial to eat. 

“H, I’m back, I brought sustenance!” Alex had returned to the brownstone, carrying his loot, and unclipping David’s safety vest and putting away his leash.  He walked into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks as Henry paced around the kitchen island, looking at a whole pile of large colored royal icing bags he had prepared, as well as more cookies. These shaped in the forms of Christmas trees and dreidels and looking oddly blank. 

Alex sat on one of the island stools, watching Henry inspect all the little bags.  “Whatcha up to now, baby?” 
Henry responded, talking more to the icing bags than to Alex. “We’re gonna decorate these Christmas trees. Just one color for the ornaments for each tree though. We’re not getting too fancy here.” He pulled out tray after tray of tree shaped sugar cookies ready for icing.

“Not too fancy here? Baby, look at how many cookies we have right now?!” Alex exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Henry's words. “You're adding more with decorations? You need a break.” He pointed at a nearby box with its rows and rows of Christmas cookies. 

“No, no, I can do it!”

He watched with disapproval as Henry started to pipe green over the tree cookies, hands shaking as he spilled green icing all over the counter. 

“Oh bollocks.” Henry sighed, putting down the piping bag as he hung his head, shoulders tight against his ears. 

Alex breathed in deeply, and approached Henry cautiously. Henry was very proud of his baking growth, from starting with burning cookies when he first moved to NYC, to learning Alex’s favorite recipes from his grandmother. He was an … adequate cook after some first initial growing pains,  he would never starve, but he wasn’t exactly the culinary genius in the family. But baking? Henry took to baking like a duck to water. 

Alex rubbed his hands together, creating some heat friction, and placed his hands on Henry’s shoulders moving up to his neck, massaging deep into the tense knots he felt there. “What’s wrong, baby? You’re putting so much pressure on yourself with these cookie boxes. What’s going on?” 

He felt rather than heard Henry give a deep sigh. “I don’t know, I just keep wanting them to be picture perfect. Like on Pinterest…. And I guess prove a bunch of people wrong about what I could and couldn’t bake.” He looked up from his slump, shakiest smile on his face saying more that he ever could. 

“Henry. We will come back to who said anything  negative about your baking because I need names. I will personally make them apologize. But baby. You’re literally running a whole shelter, plus all the extra hours you’ve been putting in, and literally made hundreds of gourmet holiday cookies. Not everything has to be picture perfect. And-” Alex saw Henry’s jaw clench, a mulish expression on his face as he looked like he was going to argue the contrary, “if you still want to make the iced sugar cookies, I will help you. After you eat and lay down for at least 30 minutes.”

“15 minutes.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “An hour.” 

“Fine. 30 minutes”

“Nope, that offer has expired and it’s an hour now.” Alex gently chivvied Henry away from the kitchen to their breakfast nook, food in hand, knowing he’d have an easier time getting Henry to lay down if he wasn’t surrounded by cookies. He knew he’d have to bring the conversation back up later, but now knew Henry would slowly open up once they were in bed, the darkness in the room being chased away with the faintest of their twinkle lights as they cast shadows upon his face in the sanctity of their bedroom.
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Léa Charbonnier @cleadraw.bsky.social · 23/12/2024
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ✨👀 . . Alex will never wear a shirt again, but nor under my REIGN! #redwhiteandroyalblue #rwarb #firstprince
Two men, and latinx with curls and a white blond, are embracing, almost kissing. The blond man is holding mistletoe over their heads.
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