maurice - fanfic

[sappylittlebitch]

paracetamol by declan mckenna // richard siken // song of achilles // sofia by clairo // maurice // black iris by leah raeder // sweet mother by sappho

[girlfriendcoded]

I’LL GIVE YOU MY HEART TO MAKE A PLACE

you are jeff, richard siken / maurice, e. m. forster / snow and dirty rain, richard siken / if we were villains, m. l. rio / the goldfinch, donna tartt / this could be the place (naive melody), talking heads / les misérables, victor hugo / road music, richard siken 

[perplexingly]

Based on Patience and Sarah (1969) by Alma Routsong and Maurice (~1914) by E.M. Forster.

I drew something similar a couple years ago but have been wanting to revisit it — both are some of the earliest lgbtq books with a happy ending and I cherish that a lot. Also, trying to post a version without the panels with nudity to see if Tumblr will accept it this time

[feawarr]

watercolour; a4

[expo63]

‘Look, it’s like the good, blundering creature that you are to try to comfort me, but there are limits.’

‘Damn you, Durham.’

[maturiin]

maurice commission for my bro @aceoofhearts!!

[speerfisch]

Maurice (1987)

[riantuk]

"Can't I kiss you?"

Redraw of that one beautiful shot <33

Someone on Twitter told me here on tumblr is where the Maurice folk hang out , is it true? 👀👀

[polarean]

@camaradcrie said    :     what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ? (from clive to maurice)

“  WHAT  ROT?  HAVE  YOU  EVEN  A  MOMENT?  ”     maurice raises his head from the sofa, upon which he does not remember lying down.  his cricketing flannels are drenched in sweat, his hair as well, dark and plastered to his broad, handsome forehead.  yes, yes, he remembers coming in …  had he met anne?  he’d said some words to her, surely, before he’d been sick.  had durham followed maurice in, without him realizing?  he’d not been so delirious since clive’s return from greece  —-  but all that was in the past, was it not?  maurice presses his hand to his forehead, covers his eyes to the sunshine streaming in from the windows.  (  had scudder  …  alec  …  seen him rush away?  had he worried too?  )

“  how has your campaigning gone, old fellow?  ”  maurice groans, forcing himself to rise, to sit upright, to look at the man before him.  clive, still the source of all this muddle, in some way.  older than they’d been, that one day when they’d ditched their lectures, but still clive.  and now, maurice has ruined all his progress towards his cure  —-  a cure he does not think he might’ve sought, had not clive suggested at its possibility.  “  it’s only too warm on the pitch.  i’ve not slept much.  ”

[camaradcrie]

@polarean asked ➙ “I won’t let them touch you.” maurice to clive !!!

A mean scoff fell from Clive’s lips and he shook his head, staring listlessly out the window with red, teary eyes from where he laid in bed. His skin was covered in sweat, still miserable with a fever. He knew the cause of it. He knew it was because of Maurice.

“How will you manage that?” He didn’t want to hurt him, not really, but there was a future to consider. Their freedom for one but his career too; the stain Maurice would leave on his reputation would ruin him. Just the thought of that made his chest ache and his eyes start to well with fresh tears. He turned over onto his stomach, pulled the blanket up to his neck. “You shouldn’t be here in the first place, Maurice, you heard the doctor.”

[polarean]

REALLY,  A  NURSE  WOULDN’T  BE  NECESSARY,       and maurice’s heart stings from the doctor’s visit, now that the man had left.  of course, maurice cannot blame his reluctance to let clive alone  —-  but he can be upset that clive would go along with it.  how could either doubt that maurice, old enough to have had a child, had he been inclined that way, incapable of caring for clive?  no, it’s nonsense.  maurice shan’t leave clive’s side.  they’ll have to drag him back to his duties.

“  it’s better i be in here, than some nurse we don’t know,  ”  maurice answers.  he’s seen the sweat clinging to clive’s forehead, and stands at the washbowl, dampening a clean rag, wringing it out, and folding it neatly.  when he comes to sit on the bed, it is with dire caution  —-  as though clive will shatter to pieces should maurice not be tender enough.  with a delicacy unknown to his thick hands, he presses the cloth to clive’s cheeks, and then to his forehead.  “  really, i don’t see what the bother is.  so what if someone mentions it?  your health matters more than any of their rot.  ”

[polarean]

camaradcrie​:

The nature of this, of what he felt, couldn’t be touched. Clive learned this and abided by the rules; what he and Maurice had, were, was never to be spoken of. If he thought of it he fled to Anne to be set right, a cure in a woman, which he thought Maurice had found, too. The relief he felt for him was immense. No more of this muddle, of this one sided effort to right their friendship. 

Even so, he found his eyes lingering perhaps longer than they should, on that sweat, the look to Maurice squinting at the sunlight that streamed in. 

“No, no, I’ve been running like a dog. I really am sorry how busy I’ve been, it’s a travesty, I really wanted to have more time for your visit.” It was only half true; he was busy but he could have invited Maurice along for some of it but that distance did him a world of good. He needed it, he thought clearer with it so that when they were alone like now he could boast his thoughts weren’t clouded in the least. No, Anne had righted him entirely.

He placed a cigar between his lips and lit it, a plume of smoke streaming from his lips. “Oh, it’s going, so it must be going alright. It really is boring to speak of …” 

He raised a brow at Maurice then. “I heard you felt faint,” Clive said, “you’re sure that’s all it is? I could call for a doctor if you still feel unwell.”

DOCTORS,  WHAT  DOCTOR  COULD  DO  ANYTHING?        dr. barry had given chastised him, and dr. lasker - jones hadn’t worked, and wouldn’t be any use to maurice’s physical state anyhow.  he’s bound to keep his second appointment, of course  —-  to avoid a recurrence of what had happened last night, when scudder  (  alec.  he must call him alec  ) had appeared in the window, his face bathed in moonlight.  maurice’s soul is twisting within his chest, tearing against the bones of his frame, rotting him from the core.  there is no doctor who can save him, and deep down, he knows this to be true.  (  if only he could be like clive.  )

“  your anne asked the same,  ”  maurice reports.  the sun beats, too warm, upon his forehead, which he pats dry with a kerchief.  he ought to rush back to london, and to remain there.  breathing in penge has become stifling.

but it hadn’t been, with alec.  the window open to the cool air of an august night, the scent of greenery blowing in with the breeze.  hands upon him, holding and touching and teasing, as he’d bitten his tongue to keep quiet.  i know, sir.  he could drift away on the bliss of those words.   he’d been so …  so comfortable, asleep in alec’s arms, that it is almost worth the turmoil he now endures.  what has happened to him?  is he bound to suffer, halfway between two worlds, until it tears him to shreds?

“  no need to apologize.  you’ve given me free reign  —-  i’ve been keeping mr. london company on his shooting.  ”  maurice had little interest in the sport himself, but had dragged himself along to escape the house.  “  i do hope it’s alright that i’ve left your under - gamekeeper in charge of the cricket match.  i’ve no head for it, you know.  ”

[poetonkinart]

my beloveds enjoying a romantic sunset on a picnic.....

🌅🧡🫶

[notluvulongtime]

Craving Your Loving Kindness ~ Rupert Graves as Alec Scudder, Maurice (1987)

Alec’s letter, an excerpt from Maurice, A Novel by E.M. Forster (1971)

#Silver Fox Saturday

[notluvulongtime]

My Edwardian Valentine ~ Rupert Graves and James Wilby as Alec Scudder and Maurice Hall, Maurice (1987)

reblog or link, please; no reposts to other sites, thank you

#Silver Fox Saturday Valentine’s Day

[notluvulongtime]

Deck the Hall(s) with an Edwardian Christmas ~ Maurice and Alec, Maurice (1987)

My Edwardian Valentine was here.

Happy Christmas, GravesDiggers

[bloody-beans]

Maurice Hall & Alec Scudder as art

[bloody-beans]

SO. REASONINGS UNDER THE CUT CAUSE IT’S GOING TO BE LONG (going from top to bottom, left to right):

Maurice:

The general yellowness was an idea given to me by @yourdarklordmelkor and I loved it so thank you 🩷

The Kiss - Gustave Klimt - it’s yellow, it’s romantic, I like Klimt

Wheat Field with Cypresses - Vincent Van Gogh - it’s my favourite Van Gogh, it’s blues and yellows

Unfinished Painting - Keith Haring - it’s gay and really sad, and I love it to pieces, like Maurice

In the Gloaming, 1878 - John Atkinson Grimshaw - reminded me of Pendersleigh, also yellow, plus my mum loves Atkinson Grimshaw’s paintings. And also Alec has a different one by him

Study for Portrait (1971) - Francis Bacon - I love Francis Bacon and put “Francis Bacon art yellow” into google and it came out with that so. Yeah

Tannewald I/Fir Forest I - Gustave Klimt - forest, like the Greenwood that gets talked about in the book, but orange. Also, as before I like Klimt

Waterlilies (not sure which specifically) - Claude Monet - Alec had waterlilies as well and I wanted them to match

Apollo and the Muses (The Parnassus) (but just Apollo) - Michel Dorigny - it’s gold and it’s gay. Enough said

Portrait of Oscar Wilde - Robert Goodloe Harper Pennington - “I’m an unspeakable. Of the Oscar Wilde sort”

Girl with a Pearl Earring - Johannes Vermeer - Yellow, blue. I vibed, essentially.

Sunflowers - Van Gogh - yellow again. And I really, really like Van Gogh

Madame X - John Singer Sargent - he was popular in the Edwardian era, I really like his paintings, plus Alec has the Lady Macbeth one and I wanted them to sort of match (I did Alec first)

Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette - Vincent Van Gogh - Again, I like Van Gogh. Again, it matched Alec. Also he smokes

The Yellow Log - Edvard Munch - I like Munch, it was yellow, and also the Greenwood connection again

Starry Night - Vincent Van Gogh - Van Gogh again innit. Also blues and yellows yet again

Alec:

This is so self indulgent, I wanted lots of green so I could have it as my WhatsApp background. So

Wheatfield with Crows - Vincent Van Gogh - Look. It’s Van Gogh. It’s a theme with me.

Sunflower - Gustave Klimt - Green, Klimt. About it really.

Forest - Edvard Munch - Reference to the Greenwood again, and also my thing for Munch paintings

The Water Lily Pond - Claude Monet - I saw it in the National Gallery not that long ago and fell in love with it. Also, green.

Dionysus/Bacchus - Sergey Sergeyevich Solomko - I really like it (and prefer it to the Caravaggio one) , and Alec in the deleted scene eating grapes while kissing two women feels very Bacchic.

Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette - Vincent Van Gogh - He smokes. And I like Van Gogh. Nuff said

The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel - Look at it and tell me that hair doesn’t remind you of Alec.

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth - John Singer Sargent - It’s green and it’s John Singer Sargent. Both things I like

Pope (1958) - Francis Bacon - I. Love. Francis. Bacon. It was green and Francis Bacon. I told you it was self indulgent.

Princes Dock, Hull - John Atkinson Grimshaw - Green, Grimshaw. Pretty much.

Great Peacock Moth - Vincent Van Gogh - do I really need to say it again?

[fanku19]

SatoSugu in Maurice 1987

[waltzdream]

(Lovebird Life)

Will I see you tonight

Been waiting my whole life

I've had this dream inside

Of looking in your eyes

Devendra Banhart ft. Vashti Bunyan