I Read This Too Often

boris: [putting out cigarette in the ash tray, hasn’t showered in 2 weeks, vomit on his shirt, black out drunk, calling popchyk slurs]

theo: the way boris leaned over, collarbones creating dark pools at the base of his neck. his nose a strong aquiline with the barest suggestion of having been broken like some ancient bronze statue of a greek boxer. he seemed to me like a divine being who had come to earth only by mistake, perhaps as a punishment for some heavenly crime or another. anyways, I tried writing a letter to pippa the other day but had nothing to say so I gave up.

I loved when AI art could never be anything but AI art. the dreams of a computer. now it's all boobs and photorealistic women doing bad kink. but I remember you. I miss you. I love you, Secret Horses.

Keith Haring for Sesame Street

People are people are people

succession + random glimpses into the roy's childhoods

bonus:

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j. sullivan

heres a picture that i really like check it out

Okay something I’ve been thinking a lot about with the ending scene is how the old guard at Waystar has literally seen so much of the Roy family. Like they have seen Logan’s abuse close up as adults when the siblings were just kids and they’ve done nothing, they’ve always done nothing. Because they’ve had to protect their own interests and Logan was always more important than protecting a child. But that scene where the kids are begging and crying for their father to not take away the one thing they’ve been told matters in life while Karl, Gerri, and Frank sit like statues on the couch, unflinching and unfeeling towards their pain is haunting me.

Like sure Frank has acted like a pseudo-father to Kendall and Gerri had Roman as her pet but at the end of the day the pact stands together because if Logan falls it’s just a matter of time before they’re all dispensable as well. There is no one big bad because behind him you have all the silent supporters.

But with Roman begging Gerri to help them and Gerri turning them away I can just imagine the Roy childhood, surrounded by people who knew who your father truly was, knowing your father hit you, knowing your father hit you in front his general counsel and knowing it didn’t matter anyways because they had all decided it wasn’t a smart business move to help you.

funny post however you referred to a neurotransmitter as a 1:1 determinant of a certain mood or affective state so i shan't be reblogging