fare thee well.

ind. llewyn davis.

[llwyndvs]

not to just copy the same post from nick but running a large number of blogs is getting to be a lot for me so im trying to cut it down to no more than 4 or 5 so consider llewyn on (possibly indefinitel) hiatus until further notice!!! HOWEVER, he can still be found @wasworthy where i’ll still be writing our fav grouch

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not sure if it would be interesting to anyone but i have a video essay about inside llewyn davis coming soon....... :^)

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work ,  not here .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

  ❛  it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong  ❜

  ❛  don’t ask if i’m a ghost  ❜

  ❛  i fled and did not return  ❜

  ❛  i cannot love you  ,  if i love you  ,  i will die  ❜

  ❛  for years i chose death  ❜

  ❛  i belong to my mother’s fear  ❜

  ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜

  ❛  he looks like he will keep you safe  ❜

  ❛  any love i find will be treason  ❜

  ❛  why did you bring me here ?  ❜

  ❛  i count the hornets that escape their mouths  ❜

  ❛  i only ask for your laughter  ❜

  ❛  look at me in the old way in this new light  ❜

  ❛  sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow  ❜

  ❛  it wasn’t the same without you  ❜

  ❛  i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay  ❜

  ❛  it’s all very predictable  ❜

  ❛  how can i love something that isn’t ruined ?  ❜

  ❛  like all agony  ,  there are pleasant moments  ❜

  ❛  i want to be better at lying  ❜

  ❛  i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse  ❜

  ❛  some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat  ❜

  ❛  some spells take years to cast  ❜

  ❛  there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive  ❜

  ❛  i know you’re not supposed to smile back  ❜

  ❛  madness  ,  too  ,  can be cumulative  ❜

  ❛  trying to forget is not the same as leaving  ❜

  ❛  i really should get a sense of humor  ❜

  ❛  i understand no one  ❜

  ❛  i cannot stop him from disappearing  ❜

  ❛  her body was a dress i hung for motivation  ❜

  ❛  you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to justify company  ❜

  ❛  you are predictable in your longing  ❜

  ❛  i don’t want to explain a thing  ❜

  ❛  i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have  ❜

  ❛  there are countless ways to open a carcass  ❜

  ❛  all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful  ❜

  ❛  there’s still time to be saved  ❜

  ❛  shut up  ;  i know the story  ,  or at least the lesson  ❜

  ❛  you wont find it  ;  you won’t find whatever you’re looking for  ❜

  ❛  i could get away with being clumsy with knives  ❜

  ❛  i want to study the mechanics of leaving  ❜

  ❛  any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough  ❜

  ❛  i see little futures in the distance but none belong  ❜

  ❛  i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew  ❜

  ❛  you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud  ❜

  ❛  in death we belong to everyone  ❜

  ❛  i want to return to my old body  ❜

  ❛  i think the life i want is the life i have  ,  but how can i be sure ?  ❜

[llwyndvs]

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’           /           @lovehurried​

     “Feels that way though,   sometimes.”     Llewyn is tempted to leave it there,  comfortable with a short simple statement such as that ;   Midge has put up with his ass long enough that he figures she could make do with a simple,  curt response.   But she doesn’t deserve his attitude,  not now at least,  when she’s offering him genuine kindness.     “I don’t know.

     “I’d have to be a fuckin’ moron —”   mission accomplished.     “— to pretend I don’t know most people only tolerated me ‘cause they liked Mike.   Hell,  I only tolerated me ‘cause of Mike.   Sometimes it just feels like . . .   I don’t know.   Like I’m intruding on everyone’s lives.   Whether they want me there or not.”

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“Why haven’t you told anyone?”           /          @lovehurried​

     “Nah,”   he answers,  with a wave of his hand.     “The Gorfeins know,  y’know,  but they worry.   And I don’t want them to worry,  or anything like that.”     Llewyn does his best to keep a steeled expression,  grip tightening ever so slightly on the handle of his guitar,  but the genuine concern that colors his voice betrays that uncaring facade he tries to keep up.     “It’s fine,  it’s fine,  M-we knew enough people in the building — and a few others — that I’m pretty sure I can bounce ‘round here for a week or so ‘til I get back on my feet.”    He doesn’t smile when he looks up at Jana,  but he raises his eyebrows enough to give her a sort of pleading look,  something to suggest he’d smile if he had the energy for it yet.   She’ll get the idea.

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‘   so,   are  you  two,   like,   a  couple  now?   ’           /          @lovehurried​​​

     Llewyn wonders what gave it away.   Midge was always so observant,  he knew that,  but he thought that his nonchalance and subtlety  ( at least,  when it came to his personal affairs )  would be enough to outsmart her.   For a little while,  at least.     There’s the hint of smile playing upon his lips,  which he tries to wipe away with a cigarette — it doesn’t work.   [ He has been smiling a bit more lately,  hasn’t he? ]   Llewyn shrugs,  one shoulder rolling as he glances at his friend sideways.     “Where’d you get that idea from?”

     It’s not a denial.   And it never will be,  he’s pretty confident.   He punctuates his statement by lighting his cig,  sure to blow away from Midge.   To anyone else,  he thinks he’d probably end the conversation right there and then,  but this is Midge,  and if Mike trusts her enough — he figures he could too.

     Though his unoccupied arm is still crossed over his chest — a desperate attempt to keep himself warm in the bitter New York cold.   Llewyn pulls his hand back,  holding up three fingers — not a very obvious gesture, but a significant one nonetheless.   He won’t look her in the eye,  mostly because he doesn’t want to see the reaction,  even as that hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth yet again,  as he says,     “Three months today.”  

[llwyndvs]

ok ik i just mentioned it on my multi and i know i said on twitter abt how seemingly inconsequential is is that mike referred 2 llewyn as his bf   ( in a modern setting )   on the tl, but the more i rewatch / think abt it the more emotional i get in that.   we all know tht everyone does a lgbt reading of the film because of the relationship between llewyn + mike  ( especially with llewyn’s outburst following the fare thee well debacle )   and i’ve talked to a small extent about how llewyn prefers men — largely because he really only had a ( personal ) relationship with mike,   and implication there’s something there with jim — jean and diane were both explicitly only sexual  ( that with jean implied to be in the wake of grief following mike’s death ) ,  and llewyn is entirely dismissive of her in nearly every way until the very end — when there’s something in it for him.   but that aside,  there’s a very specific moment that solidifies llewyn’s view on his own sexuality for me,  and it’s so subtle,  at that.   it’s the early 60′s,  you’re attempting to break into the music industry,  you’re not going to be out —  at least,  someone with llewyn’s image won’t.   don’t forget that llewyn would also be dealing with a great deal of racism for being latino as well.   —  and yet,  when roland hits llewyn with,  “you a queer?”  llewyn neither jumps to deny it,  or seems to be offended by the implication in any way.   this isn’t to suggest everyone in the 60s was internally homophobic blah blah blah obligatory disclaimer.   but rather,  when you compare llewyn’s indifferent,  unbothered reaction to the sensational way that papi treats the idea of men wanting to sleep with jim,  at the end of the film,  in the face of someone who is as blatantly offensive and crude as roland very clearly introduces himself to be??   it’s a very soft,  very nice moment and detail that oscar’s acting conveys.   and as a director,  as a dramaturg,  and as a writer,  even,  its a detail that is really important to me.  

[lovehurried]

@llwyndvs​ said:          ❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞

Things that are hard to hear  •  accepting!

“You don’t get to decide that.” 

Midge is always quick, but she’s rarely sharp with it - not like this. She doesn’t bother to hide that he’s struck a nerve, doesn’t bother to hide that it hurts because he knows he’s struck one, and he still said it anyway.

It isn’t like she isn’t use to Llewyn being blunt. As a rule, they don’t coddle each other. Not when one of them has had a shit set, not when one of them is being an asshole about - well, about anything. 

Not even when they’re both grieving.

And that’s fine, because the gentleness from others has only aggravated him and (selfishly) it has helped her to be an antidote to that. Their love for Mike had been so different, and Midge knows she’ll never fully understand just how his death has hurt Llewyn. But she misses him, too - misses her friend, who stood through innumerable Columbia faculty parties with her, who first introduced her to the world she then escaped into when her marriage broke down. And she feels like it’d be a betrayal of that friendship to let Llewyn push her away now.

It isn’t just love for and loyalty to Mike that has kept her in Llewyn’s orbit, though. She loves him, too, much as he might not want to acknowledge that. And Midge isn’t the type to let her friends push her away, no matter how hard they try.

“You don’t get to decide whether I’m wasting my time or not. I know what wasting my time on people feels like, Llewyn. And you know what? This isn’t it.”

[llwyndvs]

@lovehurried​

     “So what’s next?”     Llewyn asks,  eyes glancing up to the stage,  as he leans against the bar.      A rarity — a smile playing upon his lips — a look only reserved for the likes of Midge Maisel,   nowadays,   at least.     He doesn’t stare   (he tries not to,   at least,   but he can’t tell how well that’s working out for him)   but he does briefly take in her outfit,   the dress fit for a starlet,   even if the grand theatre is just The Gaslight.    

      ( As if there’s such a thing as a platform fitting for her ;   by now she’s far outshined every stage she played yet.     He can’t see that changing anytime soon.     The Gaslight is a venue fit for the likes of Llewyn, folk singers with careers that can’t quite get off the ground,   stuck in one place, and digging a rut trying to claw their way out.    Not for a comedienne on her way to not only break ground in their dingy little club,   but is about to change the world of stand-up comedy all around. )

     “Thinking about a tour?     Maybe going into film?     I could see you on the big screen.”

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dihfens​.

this   conversation   had   been   repeated   a   thousand   times   over    ,    donnie   thought    .       feeling   himself   rerun   the   same   words    over   &    over   made   him   want   to   crawl   out   of   his   own   skin     &    take   refuge   somewhere   else   .  .  .            hands   are   held   on   his   hips    ,    assertive     ,     𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭   .    his   patience   never   lasted   long   .       heavy   sigh     ,     then   he   speaks     -    words   slow    &    deliberate .      ❝  this   isn’t   just   about   you   .    [    .  .  .   ]        it’s   about   what’s   best   for   everyone  .  ❞            /      @llwyndvs​

     Bitter words die on the tip of his tongue,  far before they’re allowed to be voiced aloud,  and Llewyn takes this chance to chew over his thoughts,  his words,  piece together what he’s thinking  ( for once )  before he blurts out whatever is plaguing his mind.   Hands are shoved  (un)gracefully into the pockets fo his jacket,  stance open,  false vulnerability,  mixed with the blatant defiance that read so obviously on his face.     “Sounds like a load of bull,”   Llewyn ventures,  bold.     “’f it were ‘bout what’s best for everyone,’   you’d be calling everyone out,  officer.   Last I checked,  bein’ drunk at a bar wasn’t a crime.”

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@ oscar isaac please sing falling slowly it’s for science

[musicalsaregreat]

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           from anyone else ,   llewyn supposes that the look would appear genuine ,   though ,   coming from him ,   the fact that the touched expression is being feigned is glaringly obvious .          ❛ oh ,   wow ,   a fan .     you want a signed album or somethin’ ? ❜           /             @hedefects​

[llwyndvs]

wah .

[dailyoscarisaac]

[dailyoscarisaac]

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alosver​.

@llwyndvs wanted to talk.

            ‘     you know that meme with SCAR from lion king ???             that’s me , except i’m saying    “   i’m surrounded by comedians.  “                                                                     -     please fucking help.           ‘

           ❛   no ,    i don’t know the meme   —  don’t show me .   —   but i raise you a more pressing question  —  how’s it feel to be the one non - performer in the group ?    i can’t stand comedians far as i can throw ‘em ,   but you also got two musicians in your circle now ;   you’re gonna tell me you never get the urge to just get up on stage and do somethin’ ?   ❜