♡ ASH ♡

HAPPY BIRTDHAY TO THIS SWEET ABGEL OF A MAN ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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Julian and Fab sit on a trolley and Julian slides his hands up the back of Fab’s maroon T-shirt, just because. One of the first things you notice around the Strokes is that the casual intimacy they assume with each other is often playfully physical. Julian leans behind Fab and bites his back. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Dude! Slow! Stop!’ shouts Fab.

“At the photographer’s request, the five of them pose together, arms around each other. In a break Fab and Albert dance cheek to cheek, ‘I’m jealous of your slow dance,’ teases Julian. ‘I’m going to kill you both in a jealous rage.’ Nick leaps around Julian’s waist, his legs wrapped high behind Julian’s torso, his head tucked in below Julian’s chin. ‘My monkey child!’, Julian shouts. ‘Somebody have my monkey child.’These are the Strokes, being as they are, as they do a little more of what they don’t like to do.“