My Sweet Prince
Finally got myself a copy of this 1920s postcard. Click through for Tumblr post with a huge version.
I've probably mentioned it before, but it was *this photo* that started the chain of events that plunged me into utter, ecstatic Connie madness in the summer of 2012. Because I saw a guy I already was familiar with and knew was awesome and pretty, and I was just transfixed by those eyes and that smile and whatever that cross may have signified, and I had to go and find myself a copy of The Student of Prague. Because, hey, German Expressionism and this guy? AWESOME. Aaaaand I watched it and fell head over heels in love and downloaded all of his stuff I could find and just... well, you've seen what happened.
I don't think I've ever derived so much satisfaction from fangirling someone this much, ever. So many of his movies and characters hit all my aesthetic/Romantic/spiritual/sexual buttons and he was an amazing human being IRL and his is not a major fandom full of unpleasant joy-killing wank. I've never ever written this much serious fanfiction, I've never been this inspired by soneone. Even if Doctor Who is the love of my life, a lot of the time I can just sit back and enjoy it, and a part of the time I feel suffocated because the fandom is so crazy and full of fighting and it's all kinds of complicated. But with Connie, my love for him is a simple joy, a simple current of ecstasy, aesthetic, spiritual, sexual, everything. To call him my muse isn't enough--as Trent Reznor would put it, "You get me closer to God". Because this motherfucker truly was divine.
And when I am finally able to hold this postcard in my hands, I feel like I've come full circle. From nearly a hundred years ago, he's still looking at the camera, looking at me, as alive as he ever was, sending my heart and my mind racing, soaring in joy.
May he live forever and ever, amen. ♥
I've probably mentioned it before, but it was *this photo* that started the chain of events that plunged me into utter, ecstatic Connie madness in the summer of 2012. Because I saw a guy I already was familiar with and knew was awesome and pretty, and I was just transfixed by those eyes and that smile and whatever that cross may have signified, and I had to go and find myself a copy of The Student of Prague. Because, hey, German Expressionism and this guy? AWESOME. Aaaaand I watched it and fell head over heels in love and downloaded all of his stuff I could find and just... well, you've seen what happened.
I don't think I've ever derived so much satisfaction from fangirling someone this much, ever. So many of his movies and characters hit all my aesthetic/Romantic/spiritual/sexual buttons and he was an amazing human being IRL and his is not a major fandom full of unpleasant joy-killing wank. I've never ever written this much serious fanfiction, I've never been this inspired by soneone. Even if Doctor Who is the love of my life, a lot of the time I can just sit back and enjoy it, and a part of the time I feel suffocated because the fandom is so crazy and full of fighting and it's all kinds of complicated. But with Connie, my love for him is a simple joy, a simple current of ecstasy, aesthetic, spiritual, sexual, everything. To call him my muse isn't enough--as Trent Reznor would put it, "You get me closer to God". Because this motherfucker truly was divine.
And when I am finally able to hold this postcard in my hands, I feel like I've come full circle. From nearly a hundred years ago, he's still looking at the camera, looking at me, as alive as he ever was, sending my heart and my mind racing, soaring in joy.
May he live forever and ever, amen. ♥