paratactician:

byzantienne:

marthur:

“The two of us were always very close as children. We had to be; it was that or go insane.”

Strider’s Edge, Chapter 10

This shoot was huge amounts of fun, everyone involved was wonderful, and I don’t even care that cosplaying fic probably means I am inextricably in too deep. (At least it’s really good fic).

Dave Lalonde; marthur
Rose Lalonde; xtynn
photography &c.; upsidedowngirl & byzantienne
Strider’s Edge by paraTactician (cosplayed with permission) 

What I spent my first Monday in London doing: photography direction for this brilliant thing.

(hi, pT)

Oh my God.

The author’s dead, I know, but if my feeble, croaking voice can reach you guys from beneath the earth: this is astonishing. I have to admit when Linden told me people were doing a Strider’s Edge cosplay I sort of chuckled affectionately and thought ‘oh, I hope they don’t screw it up too badly’, but my person was emphatically not prepared for the completely illegal degree of hotness on display here.

If anyone ever wanted to know what the movie of SE would look like: it would look like this. The third picture is Dave Lalonde in a photograph, it’s a better character note for him than any thousand words I could write. I have never been more delighted to post something on my blog, and I’m incredibly flattered people used some stuff I wrote on the Internet as inspiration for such beautiful photos.

rose-fricking-lalonde:

dave-motherfucking-strider:

rose-fricking-lalonde:

dave-motherfucking-strider:

rose-fricking-lalonde:

dave-motherfucking-strider:

TG: texas just aint what it used to be anymore

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TT: New York is being uncharacteristically sunny as well. Let’s not switch.

TG: what the fuck rose
TG: what happened to sharing is caring 

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TT: Here. Bask in this.

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rufiozuko:

toomuchpressure:

merry christmas, have some ironic strider bullshittery 

[dave] [rose]

#oH MY GOD #OH MY GOD??? #SEND HELP #THAT SANTA HAS LITERALLY NEVER BEEN MORE TERRIFIED IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE #’AND WHAT DO /YOU/ WANT FOR CHRISTMAS’ HE ASKS AS ROSE PERCHES DAINTILY UPON HIS KNEE #’I’D JUST LIKE MOMMY TO LOVE ME AGAIN’ SAYS ROSE ‘IT HASN’T BEEN THE SAME SINCE DADDY LEFT’ #’SIS YOU KNOW YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK ABOUT DADDY’ DAVE CHIPS IN AS HE SPRAWLS ACROSS SANTA’S OTHER KNEE #’THE NICE POLICEMAN TOLD US THAT WHEN HE WAS HELPING US GUNPROOF THE HOUSE.’ #SANTA FEELS COLD SWEAT DRIP DOWN THE BACK OF HIS SUIT #HE HAS NEVER BEEN MORE UNCOMFORTABLE #’DO YOU DO THIS OUT OF PHILANTHROPIC URGES?’ ASKS ROSE #’OR IS THIS ODD CHOICE OF PROFESSION PERHAPS ROOTED IN THE LACK OF A REASSURING AUTHORITY FIGURE IN YOUR OWN CHILDHOOD?’ #’WHERED YOU GET THE SUIT BRAH’ SAYS DAVE ‘LETS BE HONEST I COULD ROCK THAT SHIT MORE HARDCORE THAN ANY OF YOUR WEIRD ELF BASED PORNOS’ #SANTA TRIES TO REACH FOR THE BUTTON UNDER HIS CHAIR THAT WILL ALERT MALL SECURITY#ROSE LETS OUT A LADYLIKE SHRIEK AND DAVE LEAPS TO HIS FEET TO DEFEND HER VIRTUE #THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF SANTA’S LIFE

i ship that shit…