First part of Love on tour outfits is here!🐇🐇🎉
Art by caco_art
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They’re doing the jamruff shuffle
The fact Kim’s got a little RCM badge on his jacket implies that the RCM is just hiring and training little kitty cats
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“I can see you staring, honey like he's just your understudy like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me” (Exile-Taylor Swift)
“So you were right, there's always two, the one who stays and the one who's leaving you. Hear me out, my apologies cause I'm not here for sympathy. Cause I don't wanna hear about him how he's holding you better at night and I don't wanna hear about him in these songs you continue to write. I was with you when you wrote that line. It was me that you had on your mind so I don't wanna hear about him” (Him-Harry Styles)
“Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, "I love you," you say nothing back.” (Say Don’t Go - Taylor Swift”)
“When you left, it was the end of my world, cause I never got to say that I love you, more than you think I do and I love you, now you don't want me to” (I Love You- Alex&Sierra)(Written by Mick Greenberg which is the pen name of Harry Styles)
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I'm so obsessed with this line. Deep gold and orange, a tequila sunset. The colour of forest fire, the colour of liquor, of Kim’s revolutionary pilot jacket and of autumn, the old year slowly dying. Something softer, too, the colour of the Paledriver's amber world, that golden-sepia tinted window to the past, the colour of nostalgia and memories. The orange glow of the sodium street lamps in Jamrock, on Voyager Road, standing vigil over a life that doesn't exist anymore. Orange like the packaging of Preptide tablets and like apricots, like happy-bright pharmaceutical advertising and like the lingering ghost of colonialism. Swirling gold and orange and green like the cover of A Brief Look at Inframaterialism. Orange like a past only remembered in flashes, orange like a burning violent dawn, like a fire that burns away everything in its wake and leaves space for the new to arise. Orange like Lilienne’s generous watching sun. The colour of the streaks of light streaming through Revachol's skies, the sunset and the sunrise, the foreshadowing of Revachol's end. A beautiful violent light like the letters burnt into the tile of the plaza. Un jour je serai de retour près de toi. You know?
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The ride home from year 8. The world is peaceful again.
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im jsut indulging my own special interest rn whehehe
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