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@midcenturies
“this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. us, the most fleeting of all. once for each thing. just once; no more. and we too, just once. and never again.” rainer maria rilke.
midcenturies, a multimuse written by marcela. memes.
“Rilke in one of his letters said Christ is a pointing, a finger pointing at something and we are like dogs who keep barking and lunging at the hand.”
— Franz Wright, “The New Jerusalem,” Walking to Martha’s Vineyard (via heteroglossia)
— Faith Shearin, from Telling the Bees
hiii im going to be doing wwi shenanagains on @fieldrot
i may also be here tomorrow but just to do elijah replies because at the end of the day he is my favorite <3
"im going to become the joker about this": alright man whatever
"im going to become the riddler about this": hey do you need some help? you doing alright?
"im going to become the condiment king about this": all life on Earth is fucked
t-shirt that says ‘I’D RATHER BE DEBASING A CHASTE AND VIRTUOUS KNIGHT RIGHT NOW.’
His blood pounds below zero, sharp as salted ice. He studies the delicate hook holding the gold chain at her neck, face hard, patient. There is no trace of the boy who once carried her gloves.
"You're married." He responds: the weight of this evening as counterfact.
“was. i was married.”
the correction is swift, pitiless. how long has it been since they erected her husband's gravestone? and how long before that did she stand with him at the altar? her life seems to have passed her by in a break-neck flurry of half-lived moments. and now, this night, endless.
“now i am engaged.”
Without pause. "-Christian?"
she sniffs. "catholic."
"Oh." While Mrs Cordero haggles with Mister Ullah, his son Khirod* balances along a long crack in the tile. He wobbles where the slab is loose. Around them, the elders speak only in figures when they use English; his own jaw works like the māmās** smoking at the corner table worrying at their bad teeth. But children have their own language.
Catholic, Catholic, Catholic: the word flurries through his mind like a frantic hand rummaging through winter furs, coats, boots, bedding, searching for gold.
"Does that- is that the one when you think, um, think dragons are not pretend?"
*Soon-to-be Johns **Paternal uncles
lucrezia’s preference is to stick close to her own kind. were the boricua stores open on sundays, she would be there instead. but the cupboards are nearly empty, and she won’t starve her child for the sake of pride alone.
lucrezia-in-miniature holds a white-gloved hand up to her mouth. the laugh she is unable to stifle is high and sweet. “we don’t have a dragon, but there’s a big fish.” referring, of course, to the adventures of jonah.
there is no judgement in her voice when she cants her head and asks, “don’t you read the bible?” only earnest curiosity, and perhaps a bit of goodhearted concern.
@eviji said: "it reminds me of where i was going without you." - johns
she had gone to the terrace to escape him. now that he has followed, heat climbs up her limbs like a rash. his very nearness burns.
“you’re a man, aren’t you?” hands clutch the stone railing ever tighter. she refuses to look at him, save for a quick, furious glance. “plans only change if you let them.”
the thing about eli is he has so so much love like bottomless love in his heart for everyone on this earth except for elijah knight who he thinks should die a slow and agonizing death for... daring to wormhole into the 21st century while having the same name as him?
THAT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE THE CASE TO ELIJAH KNIGHT. The good reverend is afraid, and skeptical, and, worst of all, cynical. Something about the miracle has done this to him. Elijah Knight cannot understand it.
"Has your faith been so shaken?" he asks, disgustingly earnest.
the reverend's gaze slides sidelong to meet elijah's. it isn't a look of hatred — but it does come close.
"my faith is between myself and my god."
@midcenturies elijah said, "what should we drink to?"
"myself, yourself, himself, herself, themselves together 'n the poor aul laiden down donkey they rode in on." jager down the hatch. "god be good to ye."
he's reacting to the drink, not her blessing, when he screws his face up and coughs. "lord in heaven," he manages. and then: "this is every weekend?"
He brightens. Gets out reddit and shows him a dog video. "Here are many."
elijah only watches for a few moments. he spends the rest of the video's length with his eyes soft on faramir's amused expression.
"there's man's best friend where you're from, i hope."
@midcenturies as elijah said: "put this on. i don’t want you to catch cold."
mikey and nicky.
the jacket's thick. elijah's had it for a couple years, he guesses. or knows. there's something attractive about men who do not fuss over new garments every time the seasons change. perhaps because he does.
marion's gaze skims away and ahead. freida's arm in arm with some pretty young thing. when she turns back from looking at them, they laugh like schoolgirls with a secret. he knows why.
he wordlessly directs elijah. hand suddenly at his elbow, then sliding his arm underneath. they mirror his dear friend and her date. their sides are close.
somewhere, a lonesome bell tolls eleven times.
"mother will be cross. might take her hairbrush to me."
as in a grim old folk song, the night is still and starless. moonbeams stream through wispy clouds, illuminating the cobblestones set before them in concert with the occasional streetlamp. elijah feels excitable, dangerous, both in equal measure — and not just due to this ambiance.
the truth is, people like their pastors to be set apart. he can’t think of the last time he was embraced so chummily by a man he wasn’t already intimate with. how sorely he’s missed it, he realizes, galavanting about like a seminarian snuck away for the weekend.
he waits for marion’s eyes to meet his own before breaking into an easy smile. and what perculiar eyes they are: dark and deeply mirthful, despite their melancholy downward tilt.
“surely you've always done exactly as you pleased.”
JAMES MCAVOY as ROBBIE TURNER
Atonement (2007)
SCREENGIF'S THE BEST OF FILM & TV 2025 EVENT 🎬 DAY 2: BEST SCENE
- Tecca, the chair company. You said it when you hit me in the head. - I've never heard of Tecca before. THE CHAIR COMPANY S01E02: New Blood. There's 5 Rons now.
the king is here. i'll bring over some threads from the old blog but DON'T assume yours is one of them. send memes.
