Category: albert rosenfield

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enbyartblog:

Inktober – Day 22 – Expensive

enbyartblog: Inktober – Day 15 – Weak

enbyartblog:

Inktober – Day 15 – Weak

enbyartblog: Inktober – Day 5 – Chicken bonus:…

enbyartblog:

Inktober – Day 5 – Chicken

bonus:

trufield: thanks to @unassumingpumpkin and @t…

trufield:

thanks to @unassumingpumpkin and @tenbandits for my commission at ThoughtBubble2018!

[2 weeks of Trufield TBubs commissions 9/14]

superkamiokande: sick day Albert’s at Harry…

superkamiokande:

sick day

Albert’s at Harry’s, too proud to call Harry at work, so he gets one of his big shirts out of the laundry basket and wallows until Harry comes back home

Idea of Albert sick and in Harry’s shirt by @random-red-ramblings

superkamiokande: sick day Albert’s at Harry’…

superkamiokande:

sick day

Albert’s at Harry’s, too proud to call Harry at work, so he gets one of his big shirts out of the laundry basket and wallows until Harry comes back home

trufield: thanks to @joepalmerart for my com…

trufield:

thanks to @joepalmerart for my commission at ThoughtBubble2018!

[2 weeks of Trufield TBubs commissions 5/14]

trufield: thanks to @iellas for my commission…

trufield:

thanks to @iellas for my commission at ThoughtBubble2018!

[2 weeks of Trufield TBubs commissions 3/14]

cerealninjakat: Guess who just got new brush …

cerealninjakat:

Guess who just got new brush pens?

Guess what day it is?

[Twin Peaks, Coop/Albert] A dream of clear wat…

laughingpinecone:

It’s too late for everything but they are walking hand in hand and they will reach a place where they can find each other again.

1774w, post-finale, rebuilding, surrealism/dreamscapes. For @magnificentmoose’s magnificent prompt of Dale and Albert recovering and learning how they fit together again slowly, for the wonderfulxstrange exchange @countdowntotwinpeaks

They leave. If there’s any hope for them it’s on the road, where everything is foreign and it doesn’t hurt as much if your partner’s included in that count, where there can be a rush of air between each question and its lingering answer. Albert drives, for the most part. He picks the music, which makes it easier for Cooper not to think about himself, about what kind of self he is left with, what’s lost, what’s beyond his reach. When music fills the confined spaces of the car, Cooper can exist in that moment and feel those borders, wrapped around him so he can’t slide away with the road and the hills and the clouds. When it’s not enough to hold him together, he can stretch a hand and feel Albert’s shoulder next to him, warm, good fabric, solid muscle underneath. When Cooper is very lucky, Albert, too, puts a hand on him, on his knee, and keeps it there for the length of a song. Sometimes he feels his grip shake. Sometimes it’s just because of a small bump in the road.

He thinks of an old riddle whose solution is lost to time – they need each other, yet when they speak, they cannot find each other. Like two planes that intersected once, and space isn’t vast enough for them to meet again.

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