Sweet Sunday - Election Night Support

The way that Henry sees Alex, and feels everything going on within him in just a split second. He is immediately moving toward him, seeing what nobody else in that room does. And maybe also hoping that nobody else sees it because he knows that Alex is trying so hard not to let anyone know how fragile he is. Alex is about to break, to fall apart, and he's losing hope. Henry knows how much Alex has given to the campaign and that the election and the actual fate of America rests on his shoulders.

My heart aches at the pure comfort Henry offers Alex with his free hand on his arm and how he looks behind them with an intensely protective expression. He wants to make sure that nobody is following them because he knows that Alex needs privacy, and well, if anyone thought they were going to follow them or ask for anything more from Alex than all he has already given, that expression would stop them.

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

Henry checks in on Alex, reads his expression, and probably feels his anxiety from their contact. His closeness and support while he guides Alex along to a place where they can be alone, away from all eyes, it was so important that we saw this.

I love this scene. We get this sweet side of Henry and see how truly strong he is and how well he knows Alex. And add to that, we see them walking together in Austin, holding hands, and Henry is so attuned to Alex's needs here. It's a breathtaking moment where we get to see how the dynamic of their relationship has shifted. Henry is out and proudly with Alex, and his biggest concern is making sure that Alex is okay and getting him to a safe space so that he will be, so that he can be a part of making him feel that way.

I missed shippy saturday and I thought these were more sweet than spicy. So you get sweet sunday!!

Celebration - Sweet Sunday (T-A)

arr. David Axelrod.

Sweet Sinday is a'comin, Folks!

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Sweet Sunday

I think this scene is one of the sweetest scenes in the film. I've made a post in the past pointing out how much I love the positioning of their bodies, but I'm going to expand on that. The way they're so comfortable with one another, particularly how Henry's foot is tucked under Alex's arm, that's such a sweet level of intimacy and familiarity. Then, as interesting as "One Last Stop" is, poor Alex can't even get through the first couple of pages because he's so in love, and so much more interested in Henry, who is at peace and content in a way that Alex likely has never seen him. And he must know, he must realize that he is the reason Henry is, that this trip to the lake house is why Henry can relax and just be. And Alex can't find it in him to keep pretending to read. He probably loves that their shared love of literature is something they can do together, quietly existing and sharing space in this bubble of freedom. But what he loves more than anything is Henry, and the book can not compete with that. So he gives up, puts the book down, allows himself to take Henry in, to acknowledge and appreciate the present moment and the man he loves.

VERY short drabble based on @harmonysanreads recent brainrot-quick thought whatever you call it post, of sunday singing lullabies

you used to think sunday to be a kind man, but recently, he's revealed his true colors; which leaves you here, tossing and turning.

at his betrayal and from your stress and hate, you transmitted your unbridled rage toward him. from one halovian to another, nothing so out of the ordinary (though, the brutality of those emotions was another matter entirely).

perhaps sunday wasn't completely shaken (for how else could he have remained as head of the Oak Family?), but it certainly had an effect. he didn't notice that one of his lapels fell slightly askew for three minutes, in fact. it was a sweet victory, but if you bite the hand that feeds you, why should you expect to have kept eating from it?

it must've been hours ago, but those waves of emotions he sent to you still run through you. you can't decipher them, when you're so overwhelmed---

love, obsession, love, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, love, worship, my dove my creed---

you scream into your pillow. your migraine may have degraded into a headache, and the agony may not be so intense, but its still the same flavor. it's acrid and cracking on your tongue. every time you think you've spat it out or rinsed it out, it grows back into an arid patch on your tongue.

you can't sleep. you want to sleep for a reprieve, yet if you do...

what else would sunday send to you, in your dreams?

"you're awake," the door opens, greeting you with that awful voice, "at this hour?" there is a particularly way sunday speaks, when he thinks you unruly, but not enough to properly punish. it's infantilizing, chiding, antagonizing, yet also warm. it reminds you of a mother, one who couldn't bear to let her children go, to let them step out of the lines she set. "i understand that you are still in the process of transitioning, but bear in mind that you---"

"what makes you think I can even relax, after that?" you hiss, "that...that..." you take a sharp inhale when a pang of agony hits.

sunday hums dismissively. "merely the consequences of your actions. do not worry. so long as you don't step out of line, I will ensure you only the best, as a valued member of the Family...and a 'dove.'"

you hiss with frustration. your mind is far too occupied trying to not collapse and break down, and there's no retort you can offer sunday. you close your eyes, and wrap your blankets tighter, till you are trapped in a coil.

the bed dips, and a glove hand runs through your hair. you know who it belongs to, but the touch is warm, kind, and you can fool yourself into thinking it to be loving. it is a relief from the weight of the past hours.

and comes a calm, harmonious, melodious hum. you nearly jolt from as the agonizing weight in your mind gets replaced with the kind warmth of a fire, the sweetness of soulglad, and the security you find within sunday's arms---huh? wha---the softness of sunday's lips, the beauty of his smile, his enthralling gaze, his downy feathers which accompany wonderfully silken hair.

gloved fingers encourage your eyes to shut, and you abide, wrapped in this soothing, blissful melody, and let yourself be carried away into a dream.

Sunday funday

i hate working but i love buying things do u see my problem

3rd little leg of tour coming up for me, 3rd little version in this ~series. things really do be best in (at least) threes 🖤🧡🖤 big excited for a final good night ✨

Pretty sure this how this scene went, right?

HSR 2.1 Spoilers

spoilers for 2.1 story Honkai Star Rail.

(dw it's not like massive massive but just in case)

Something about Sunday having a sweet tooth really is endearing to me. Robin brings his brother assorted desserts and sweet fruit from her trip. Like, I enjoy this gap moe.

I can imagine him always having something sweet ready to snack on to calm down after a meeting. To remind him of his childhood, perhaps. Maybe the siblings used to bake often.

Also, her telling him to go out more. To not be coped up in the Dreamscape, oh.