#royisms

[ @sarahbmodrik ]

“What do you mean if?” There’s a playfulness to his tone as he says it, but maybe it’s not all a joke. What is politics, after all, if not a mechanism for power? What is power if not a way to be worshipped? A cathedral in every packed rally; a sermon in every speech. Why shouldn’t Oliver carry himself like the god this nation pledges to exist under? “I’d want grapes and flowers and servants,” he says with a grin. “Preferably servants that feed me grapes and bring me flowers.” He picks at a speck of dirt under his nails, then adds nonchalantly: “And myths. What’s a god without a legacy to his name?”

PILAR:  you’re strong. PILAR:  fuck whoever made you feel like you weren’t. 

it depends on how substantiated these rumours were or if they were really just people saying such things to try and take him down politically. if it’s the latter he would probably weather through it and shut them down. if someone truly was getting close to uncovering who he was, then he... would probably leave america.

He entered into the movie theater, scoping out for two seats and heading down the aisles to a perfectly spot in the center. Given that it was the middle of the day during the week, it wasn’t very busy. He settled into his seat, not noting the woman two seats away at first, but instead too focused on his phone, shooting off his father a text that he was here. Henry always took any opportunity he could to spend time with his father. Text sent, he idly looked and around the movie theater, his gaze finally glancing over at the woman close to him, who it took a second to recognize, but eventually it came to him. “Ms. Roy!” He exclaimed cheerily, a friendly smile on his face. He paused, realizing that she might not remember him for so long ago. He’d been only nineteen during his father’s first campaign. “Henry. Sanford,” he said, as if he expected not to be recognized, even though he didn’t look drastically different since he was a younger apart from his transformation from boy to man. “How are you?”

VICTORIA: ms. b - so srry! i’ll be there asap, i got my days mixed!! VICTORIA:  plsdon’ttellmymom 

Actually – fairly decent! He never cooked growing up or in his twenties (the Asimovs had cooks out the wazoo and then he was in college and then working as an actor). He didn’t start to experiment in the kitchen until 2013, which in part was due to, a. being on his own for, frankly, the first time, b. being on a copious amount of drugs, c. needing something to do other than wallowing about points both a and b. It was a dark time for him, 2013 to 2015, yes, but it was also an introspective time. I’m not saying he’s an accomplished chef, but he can whip up a few dishes and knows knife techniques and likes to research spices, so good enough.