even a still life moves

and from the moment he met him he wanted to be around robbie all the time. it was always going to be robbie or nothing. he would miss robbie so much, that bu was the only place that felt like home. like his magnetic north had changed. and even before they got together, he brought him to his parents' house and it was home again. he remembers thinking constantly, that he was the luckiest guy in the world. and he was right.

"and georgie? how was he looking at you?" - "i don’t know. like i was the fucking cup or some shit." - "in what way?" - "what do you mean?" - "like you’re an achievement?" he looked like another kid who'd gotten everything he ever wanted, the both of them just beaming at each other. there were other guys in that embrace — one of them was straight up hanging off georgie's shoulders — but neither of them were looking at anything but each other. "i don’t know. (…) is there a word for something you've always wanted, but you never really expected to get?" - "an aspiration?" - "no. more — harder than that, you know? shit you’re not sure you’re actually capable of." - "hope?" - "no. close, but." - "a dream." - "yeah, that. that’s the way we were looking at each other, like a dream come true. right on fucking camera."

He was tortured and beaten by the ogre

He was beaten and punished by the ogre

He was punished and pummelled by the ogre

He was pummelled and tormented by the ogre

He was tormented and injured by the ogre

He was injured and hurt by the ogre

He was hurt and broken by the ogre

He was broken and damaged by the ogre

He was damaged and harmed by the ogre

He was loved and cuddled by the ogre as part of their BDSM aftercare

Didn't happen. He was harmed and attacked by the ogre

do you ever want to say some bullshit