#just---

[keithsandwich]

[eri-pl]

So, I'm watching Hadestown

Thank you, @stellavesperis for the rec.

It's giving me feelings. Silm feelings, too. Like, I know B&L weas inspired by Orpheus myth, probably with many things in between, but I have so much Silm in my head that I can't stop thinking "reverse Beren and Luthien"...

But also there are fragments in the text that just --- just

Like a web of stories interconnect, like reflexes form a crystal chandelier... and the recipe for tragedy, at least one of the recipes for tragedy is you have all the right ideas but they just don't work they can't work... And I hear him singing and I'm like "yes this checks out but I'm so sorry my guy it just won't work", it's just... I have feelings about them. I have a lot of feelings.

Some things are just... archetypical i guess? Or maybe I'm just seeing things.

Also, guys not listening to (in this case, literally not hearing) their wives/gfs --- why does this always happen?

The meshing of this myth + Western (for lack of a better word) is done so well. And I love the music style.

Also, now I will imagine Luthien with this exact looks (as Euridice) because it feels like... feels like a kind of retribution.

[also why does Orpheus have such a high voice? I don't like high voices...]

[iceartzz]

You know why 👁️👁️

*comfused wailing*

[macktrack]

Viktor

[teplavecernice]

the new vaush drama is killing my brain cell by cell-

like just... touch. some. mf. grass. ALL OF Y'ALL

[verecunda]

It was sunset when, the round completed, we turned back toward the camp. But I remember that as though by common consent, with no word spoken between us, we wheeled the horses on a low billow of rising land, and looked westward once more, and having looked, could neither of us look away. I have seen wild sunsets in my time, but seldom, surely never, a sky quite like that one. It was as though beyond the dark, gold-fringed cloud bars of the west, the world itself was burning, and the torn-off rags of the burning, spreading into great wings as they went, were drifting all across the sky so that even when one looked upward to the zenith, still the sky was full of the rush of vast wings of flame. Far off toward the Island of Apples, the winding waters of the reed country caught fire from the burning west, and earth and sky alike blazed into an oriflamme. It was a sunset full of the sound of trumpets and the flying of banners, a sunset that made one feel naked under the eye of God. . . . "If tomorrow we go down into the Dark," Cei said at last, with awe in his deep grumble of a voice as the radiance began to fade, "at least we have seen the sunset."

Sword at Sunset, Rosemary Sutcliff

[j-e-f-3-0]

I just can’t believe the fact that this pic is from 1989