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other interpretations on the fox:

the fox as doubt. which is similar enough to my previous post essentially saying the fox is coy/mischievous feelings he doesn’t want to let in. but the specificity of it only being doubt is compelling. a unique spin.

colbert said he thought the fox is the hound of heaven, reciting the beginning (and the end) of the poem: “I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter.”

which is a beautiful and visceral interpretation of the fox. and i think it holds within it the other interps ive thought about: it brings in the doubt (of god and love and life) and his priestly direction/directionless, and his coy feelings, and who to follow god or fleabag and what’s the difference (espec when fleabag has fourth wall breaking omniscience, something akin to god).

#ooc

i know it’s a throwaway funny line—“what do guinea pigs do?”—but it feels significant, whether intentional or not, when considering hot priest’s fox motif. he sees each animal as having a type of purpose or behavior.

his internal mind turned physical via the fox gives us insight into how he views and handles his feelings. the fox (in the memories he shares) is always sly and sneaks up on him and specifically shows up in times of transitions that have reached a crossroads (first, he was on a train traveling somewhere when the train stopped and a fox tried to get through the window (trains and travel being both a literal and figurative transition + the crossroads being the temporary stop when he felt/thought “i could change my mind, i could get off this train”); second, he was at a monastery and woke up and a fox was again in a window (idk why but the wording he uses here to me sounds like he was only briefly there—“once”, “when i was at”—suggesting a transition in his life + crossroads being him “feeling a bit weird” suggesting he was under some sort of turmoil and needed to make a decision but was sleeping instead); third, he was at a bus stop with fleabag, confronting his feelings for her to her and ultimately admitting his love but deciding to move on anyway and he leaves with the fox trailing behind (transition again being literal and figurative with them both waiting at a bus stop and admitting their feelings + crossroads being them either staying together or departing and he chooses the latter)).

his feelings are a fox because they’re sly and coy and mischievous (all qualities attributed to foxes) and are something trying to cunningly find their way in but can’t. the fox is all the feelings he thinks he’s not meant to have (specifically as a priest) and doesn’t want to allow in but is fully aware they’re there. feelings like loving fleabag.

aware because windows.

i would be remiss to not point out the fox is always seen through windows. fleabag’s viewer—the one who is peering in and watching her—is us. hot priest’s viewer is himself, his own feelings, literally peering through a window, physically distanced (so physically distanced he’s made a physical manifestation of his feelings that literally aren’t a part of him).

so, when he’s asking “what do guinea pigs do?” he’s not literally asking about guinea pigs. he’s asking about their meaning—and therefore fleabag’s meaning—because animal’s are a representation of the internal mind to him.

#i havent watched fleabag in over a yr. i'd have to rewatch to see if this holds water but i logged in here and this lil rant rushed into me #me: logs in here after 2 years. me: posts some meta. me: leaves again #fleabag #ooc

s-h-o-w-a

Men laying under cherry blossoms. From the photobook ‘Kyo no Miyako’, Japan, 1960-70

by Seiryu Inoue

#*moodboard.

@rekant

“Oh.” My hands reflexively shield myself like they’re offering me their baby to hold. “No, no, no, we don’t take alcoholic donations, sorry. Uhm. Thank you. Thanks, though.” God, they look awful.

“You want me to throw that away for you?” I point at the aforementioned bag of wine bottles. I do not mean drinking. I won’t be drinking any. I will not be drinking any.

#rekant #rekant. 001 #rekant: bunny.#ic #against all better judgement this is for bunny

notmorbid

bunny, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from bunny by mona awad.

tell me everything.

don’t look. no, do look.

are you fucking kidding me?

i wish i could have found you earlier.

i followed you, but i lost you.

look at me.

you used to love coming here with me.

i’m sorry i worried you.

you tell me something, for once.

don’t forget to cry.

you better answer that.

what do you mean, you’re leaving?

you’ve been hard to reach, lately.

this is a place of fucking despair.

i’m kind of drowning right now.

do you need a ride somewhere?

where are you headed?

i went a bit crazy, i think.

i stole a cat.

i just wanna know you’re okay.

time to come down out of the clouds, please.

i’m starting to worry about you.

i’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

why the hell are you walking so fast?

i’m not like you, okay?

i can’t make something out of nothing.

so what are your plans for the holidays?

serendipitous.

is something wrong?

relax. have another mini-muffin.

did i miss something?

i have some drugs if you want them.

it’s nice to hang out with you again.

they’re not my friends. i hate them.

how long have you been standing out here?

come closer. you’re freezing, for fuck’s sake.

you were screaming a lot.

are you sure you’re not dead?

we just should go blow it up.

don’t tell me. i don’t wanna know.

i still love you most of all.

i like your hair.

you fucking disappeared.

maybe we could go for coffee or something.

of course. no one loves you like me.

you’ll still be here? when i come back?

sometimes being lost is a fucking wonderful thing.

you’ve read books that say things like “time stood still”. i always thought it was bullshit, but it does. it can.

do you have a light?

you look familiar to me. have we met before?

i told ___ about you.

what did you tell her about me?

of course i’ll still be here. where would i even go?

you have to kill your darlings, remember?

this had to end sometime, didn’t it?

sometimes you can just go too far.

the future is a question mark, isn’t it?

#hey... send em in #ic meme #meme

like for a starter!

#*starter call.#ooc

livelovecaliforniadreams

#god this is such a scene #*fleabag.#*hot priest.#*hot priest and fleabag.

theotreptos

Simone Weil, “The Love of God and Affliction,” Waiting for God

#*moodboard.#*words.

dbaa‌:

I’m smiling, and I know I’m smiling, stupid-smiling that makes me look stupid and feel stupid, but I don’t actually feel all that stupid around him, so that cancels it out. I’m just thinking my cro-magnon thoughts about his arms and his neck and his bum – god, his bum though – and that’s alright for now.

You know when you’re bigger than you were when you were little, but not properly big yet, and you start to really care about how you’re smiling in pictures, cos it’s starting to look weird? So you ask someone – I asked mum – and they tell you to use less teeth, and also to press your tongue against the back of your front teeth because that makes it look natural. And then you start looking at pictures of yourself doing that no-teeth-tongue-press smile and you start to think to yourself, God, is that really what I look like?

“You’re not gonna make me stand here for like, an hour, are you? Cos I know these heels don’t look that substantial but they’re killer over long periods.”

I feel like I should say sorry. I feel sorry. Sorry for all the awful years of awful women’s shoes and for all the more awful shoes to come. Let me, can I, offer you my clergy sandals? They’re Birkenstocks. Very sexy. And:

“Why do you wear them?”

I point up: “Closer to God...” I shrug. “Or closer to being God. Yeah...” I nod, I’m nodding, I eye her and I don’t hide it. “I can fully picture Him in stilettos. Well, I won’t be getting that out of my head before evening Mass.” Oh well. The evening Mass will be okay. All the diehard fanatics go to the morning one anyway.

I hold my hands out: is this meant to be reassuring her or am I trying to coax her into staying put like a you-know-what. What do You think?

“Ten minutes tops. Come on.”

I start walking backwards down the center aisle so I can still face her.

#dbaa #dbaa. 001 #dbaa: fleabag.#ic

hi jordy!! I think the most fascinating thing about the priest and fleabags conversation in the cafe was that the priest was avoiding revealing things about himself almost harder than flea was. i can't help but connect it to the other hints that his past, like fleas, is quite tragic (the pedophile brother, the alcoholic father, the repressed lesbian mother). do you plan to fill in the gaps on his back story or leave it a mystery like his name? thoughts? love u!

so so sorry for such a late answer to this. also, hi!!!

i do hope to organically share more about the priest’s life. we’ve already learned quite a bit of it, as youve mentioned. its a lot of interesting, complex stuff to go off of and id love to get into it. but youre right, he does sometimes dodge those questions real hard.

obviously hes very lonely and seemingly a bit of a shut in. it would for sure be interesting to explore why (since, to fleabag–and thereby in extention, to us–hes a hot and charming guy).

#ooc #*message.#*hot priest.#anonymous #cw: pedophile mention #cw: alcohol mention

@dbaa

It’s silly, but that spot there is how You leak through. And. I don’t know why I’m telling You this like You don’t already know. You know. I know You know. You listen in. You can’t help it. Father Patrick couldn’t either. That spot there is, it’s one of those whisper galleries. So, you stand there and you hear all the prayers of the people in the front pews. Father Patrick used it for heresy. He fancied himself a bit of a prophet. When the old ladies knelt for prayers, he’d go stand in that spot. And sure enough, he’d hear them and their old, frail voices and he’d tell them their prayers have been heard by You through him. He might’ve been senile, by that point, and not’ve known. I’m not trying to place judgement. That’s Your job. It’s not divine to hear prayers, it’s easy, it’s gospel gossip. Anything is a prayer if you listen closely enough. It’s the answer, I believe, is what You want from us. I want to show her that. And, yeah, sure, it’s a cool fucking trick. I want to impress her. Is that so bad? I rest my hands on her shoulders and orient her onto the spot.