Canis Albus

The Washington Post, May 19, 1912

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

bonus points if they're gender nonconforming/questioning. when they were "dating" they'd get dressed up then switch outfits in the taxi on the way to the gay club. now that they're married/on vacation in a new country they can wear what they want--and proceed to spend their "marriage" egging (heh, egg) each other on. he already has a glamorous collection of silk dressing gowns but she's the one who drags him out to buy a closet full of evening gowns. he tries to throw his suits out to make closet space and she steals them for her own wardrobe.

(also i think they should be a fun mixture of supportive and Cattily Judgemental about each other's dating decisions)

@canisalbus Vasco and Ludovica, perhaps?

post-bloodloss clarity

actually forget it this is just medieval medicine

a slight spring breeze and there he go oh no

Look as a Jew I don’t know from saints, but these very good boys and girls live at the Vatican and I love them very much

@canisalbus some very good machete lookalikes in here

What the fuck is up with borzoi by the way, those fuckers are never just doing dog sit. Those things don't play fetch or bark at the postman they're always looming or being foreboding or predicting the exact date of your death or some shit

I had borzois for 16 years and it's like owning a pale, scrawny Victorian british child who suffered from a wasting disease as a boy. He was beaten severely throughout his youth for expressing excitement, so he's always nervous and needs reassuring around basically everyone, but his meak constitution prevents him from running around the house. Every once in a while you take him to a big field of flowers and he runs like a real boy for just a few minutes before other ghastly children appear over the hill and he hides behind your skirt again. You ask him if he wants to play with the other children and he screws his eyes shut and shakes his head.

Later that night you give him a digestible meal of boiled potatoes and soft aspic. He eats without complaint and then goes to his room to fetch his soft toys to play with. He sits on his knees, waddling them across the floor, not speaking nor betraying any emotion on his face. He takes a bedtime bath without complaint and washes behind his ears. He changes into his nighttime clothes and when you tuck him in and kiss his forehead goodnight, you can hear, so faintly, the rasping in his lungs that betrays that he shan't see his twentieth year

@canisalbus

You can guess who came to my mind when I saw this picture. @canisalbus

Can I offer you a Vasco and Machete in these trying times? @canisalbus