#poor elio

[theskyisthelimit06]

"F1 is a serious sport.."

Literally what happens when you put a brazilian sports commentator and two drivers in a plane going places for the span of 7-9 months:

[felixa2728]

Elio is taking a bath

Nelson *rushes into the bathroom*: Elio I need your help.

Elio: WTF?! Can you please no?

*he tries to cover his body with foam*

*it fails*

Nelson *takes a quick glance at him*: Ohhh

Elio *sprays him wet*: what do you want? And turn the fuck around!

Nelson: So it's like this

Elio: You're in love with Alain?

Nelson at the same time: I'm in love with Alain, I know this is very unexpected.

Elio *hands his head* growls: it's been clear for two- three-- 'how long have you known alain'-years

Renè *comes in*: Ah, hello Nelson.

Elio: Can you... Hello?

Nelson and Renè in chorus: lock your door.

Nelson *sits down on the toilet*: I don't want to be in love..

Renè *points at Nelson and looks at Elio*: Has he admitted to himself that he likes Alain?

Elio just nods

Nelson: How... Huh?

Nelson: Well, in any case, I just want to be with him, but I also not.. I dont understand my...

*he is interrupted by the door opening again*.

Gilles and Didier come in kissing and giggling.

Gilles: Oh I thought because the door is open, it's free... Hey Renè!

Nelson looks from Didier to Gilles and back again

Elio does a wet manoeuvre.

Nelson rushes out of the door and starts screaming.

Renè: Everyone knows what's going on between you, why is Nelson shouting like that?

Niki: I heard shouting what happened?

What kind of party is this? *has to start laughing*

Elio completely unnerved: I just wanted to take a bath...

All together again: Lock the door.

Niki: What did Nelson mean about Gilles and Didier sleeping together, I thought that was common knowledge.

Renè: Well, he's a bit stupid and inattentive.

*tries to disappear subtly*

Didier: Wait, why were you here?

Elio: I would like to know that from all of you.

Niki *patterns Renè*: well I know but I think...

Gilles *checks it*: Oh my god... Renè saw Nelson and went after him and looks at him funny... Renè has a crush on Nelson...

Renè: No why should I... Yeah well fuck off. *goes*

Elio: Can you throw me a towel please?

Didier hands him one.

Elio: turn around or leave.

Gilles opens the door and Nigel is standing in front of it.

Didier, Gilles and Niki: Ohhh Well we'll leave you to it then. *wink*

Gilles *turn around*: Please lock the door *giggles*

[redtulipslove]

This scene isn’t given the love it deserves, but thanks to dec.happiness, we have post-Oliver-leaving Elio in all his heartbroken and dishevelled glory.  Such a short sad scene, but Timothee’s acting tells us everything.  

[rainbowdazzle]

Can we cease the wank for a moment to appreciate the only comment on Armie's play post that matters? Looooool 👍👍👍

[natures-cunning-ways]

Hi there! Just stumbled across your blog tonight and I've spent a couple of hours going through your posts and loving each analysis and reblogs about 'Call Me By Your Name'. I'm curious though, I'd like to hear your thoughts about the scene after Elio and Oliver sleeps together for the first time. Why Elio pulls away from Oliver in confusion and self-doubt after spending the night so close and intimately together?

Ooh, now, I think there are a few things going on here.  The book makes this much clearer than the film, with this line as well as several others- “It was not him I hated- but the thing we’d done.  I didn’t want him looking into my heart just yet.  Instead, I wanted to remove myself from this bog of self-loathing and didn’t know how to do it”.

(Did you want this to be long?  Because it’s going to be long…  In fact I will cut it here- more below )

Two things going on in this line.  Firstly something which I’ve seen mentioned a few times- internalised homophobia.  Elio had just slept with another man.  That means he’s at least a bit gay, and while he’s known he’s attracted to men for a while, now there’s just no denying it.  Despite his tolerant and liberal parents, society at this point in time is homophobic, and Elio will have picked up on the idea that gay is not an acceptable thing to be, or do, or feel.  Which is one reason why he hates the thing they’d done and feels himself in a bog of self-loathing.  In the book he talks about these feelings as a nightmare, dread, anxiety, remorse… he’s not in a great place here.

And secondly there’s the actual thing they’d done, and when Elio says he hated it I think as well as the more metaphorical sense I talked about above, he did also mean the literal fact that they had anal sex, and he’s not cool with that.  I don’t doubt that he enjoyed it, but that only adds to his feelings of self-loathing- “How had I let him do these things to me, and how eagerly had I participated in them, and spurred them on, and then waited for him, begging him, Please don’t stop.”  We have to remember that things have moved pretty fast- a few hours ago they’d had one single kiss, the only kiss Elio had ever had with a man.  There’s no relationship building, there’s no doing other stuff before they move on to the main event, it just goes from one kiss to fucking in the space of one night.  I have no problem with that concept in general but for Elio it’s complicated by the fact that they have already built a relationship on an intellectual level, and also by the fact that Elio is young and completely new to all of this.

Finally- in addition, I think he still feels some of that closeness and intimacy- he says he doesn’t hate Oliver- but I don’t think he knows quite what to do with the intimacy of The Morning After.  We know he’s had sex with girls before.  Marzia, at least, in the film, and others in the book.  But he had sex with Marzia in a field (or on the beach in the book).  He hasn’t been in a relationship of the sort where you have sex and go to sleep together and wake up in the same bed.  That’s a different kind of intimacy, and one that I think is new to him.  And they haven’t talked about what this thing is between them.  Is this a one-night stand?  Does Elio now have to take the (admittedly short) walk of shame back to his room?  Or does this mean they’re something else?  Are they a couple?  Or something?  Anything?  Where do they go from here?  Will Oliver still like him, still want him in the cold light of day?  And how does he go about finding out?  (Those questions, and the fact that they don’t talk about them, are a whole other issue).  

So there’s a lot going on in his poor confused little head, and I can’t blame him.  It all boils down to ‘to him feeling very unsure about what’s happened and what it means, I think.

[blackrose-ffxiv]

Everything in Moderation 04/18

“So, you’ve decided to throw away a promising career in chirurgery or theology to chase the life of an entertainer. There are tales of trauma doing far worse than giving a man delusions of a life as a wandering fortune teller.” Lebeaux Desrosiers smiled, dragging his best facsimile of a ‘sympathetic’ expression out of storage and dusting it off for use here. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t attend your performance.”

Elio Bonfils frowns. "I'm not an entert-tainer. I'm a truth-teller', he says, firming his expression a bit. "A-and I tell the truth to all, h-high and low. My c-cousin at least appreciates my c-c-council." He shakes his head again. "If I had continued with t-theology I wouldn't have been able t-to tell the truth."

“I see, and did you ask him about the ‘truth’ I suggested to you?” Lebeaux mused thoughtfully, tucking away that sympathetic smile for whenever it would next be needed. His own arms folded across his chest. “That he had taken you on for the sake of taking care of you during your troubled times? What did he have to say about that…”

Elio swallows. "I- " He lowers his gaze. "I did not ask him. I wouldn't ... I wouldn't need to." It clearly troubled him, though.

An arm unfolded, long fingers extended to give the smaller elezen a light nudge under his chin to lift his gaze back up again to meet his own as Lebeaux smiled serenely. “You sound unsure. Wouldn’t it be so much easier to simply clear the air and ask him for his honest motives?” His head tilted. “One so enamored with the truth would surely want to hear it for himself, no?" 

Elio swallows again as he feels the nudge against his chin. Even as his eyes are drawn to the other's face, he frowns and casts them down, avoiding the other's piercing gaze: "M-mayhaps", he says. "Sometimes truth is n-not stated with words." 

“Mm, you’re right. That House is too soft-hearted for their own good, generally speaking. He’d likely just lie to preserve your feelings.” Lebeaux mused thoughtfully, fingers lingering on the other’s jaw as his thumb rubbed gently at Elio’s chin. Keeping his face tilted up even as the other refused to meet his gaze. “It’s best not to over-excite or upset those who still suffering the shock of loss. It could make them react in… funny ways…”

"N-nothing wrong with ha--ha-having a soft-", Elio trailed as he felt the rubbing of his chin. "Y-you're cruel", he said in a low voice. He tried to bat away the other's hand, though a bit meekly.

“I’m honest.” Lebeaux lied as he corrected the other’s assumption. “I’m not telling you these things because I enjoy seeing you upset. I’m telling you to save you from the future heartbreak of finding out in some other way.” He allowed his hand to pushed aside by the meek swat, instead adjusting the lay of his shirt collar around his own neck.

"I- I - I guess", Elio said, lowering his gaze again. "I'm sorry." He pouted. "I- I'm just worried. About what that Miqo'te has done to you."

Lebeaux exhaled a slow sigh. “This again. The miqo’te has done nothing to me. He holds no power nor influence over me.” He assured the other calmly. “I see you’re simply trying to shift the focus away from your own concerns over to me. But I grow tired of this point you keep dragging out whenever it suits you.” He declared, reaching up to brush a few stray strands of hair from his face. “How can we lay your concerns to rest. What will convince you.”

Elio seemed a little reassured, turning his head when he felt the strands of hair brushed from his face. It took but a moment for them to fall back into place, though, laying over the brim of one of his glasses, obscuring his gaze slightly. The shorter elezen seemed almost to blush. "I- w-would hope you'd give up drugs. And fornication. Though I suspect they s-serve much the same purpose."

Lebeaux placed his hand on his own chest, laughing deeply in a sound that held no humor whatsoever. Devoid of the warmth that real amusement should hold, it was almost as cold as his stare. “Oh, Elio. There’s nothing wrong with a little indulgence here and there. So long as I never forget my duties to Her. Will it make you feel any better if I assured you that these indulgences were being enjoyed even before I met the Magister?”

Elio speaks quietly, looking down. "I know you are going to laugh and dismiss this. But no. It does not reassure me." He bit his lip. "I can sense that there is a pain inside you. A pain that you are seeking to dull by these indulgences."

Lebeaux’s smile was calm as he watched the shorter man stare down between them, the brief eye contact lost once again in favor of remaining meek and submissive. Likely to avoid riling up the Medic’s temper, he suspected. “Of course. All of the true sons of Ishgard carry the same pain.” He agreed. “It’s the pain of seeing the Holy See stripped of her Faith and pride. Forced to defer to dragons who should by all rights be driven away once and for all and whore herself for the ‘Eorzean Alliance’s’ petty squabbles.” He tapped his own chest, right over his heart. “Until the cause of the pain can be cured, there is no harm in a little medicine to dull it.”

Elio kept his gaze down, asking, voice barely above a whisper: "And what if things never turn back to normal? Will you die in a bed before growing old? Surrounded by empty bottles, a burning pipe and a pile of these cat boys curled up around you? That is the path you are walking now."

The smile remained absolutely beatific, even if Lebeaux’s brows did knit slightly. “Everything in moderation, my dear friend. Even the friendliest medicine can turn to poison if it’s overindulged in. Did the fires show you that result?” He mused, plainly teasing the boy. “I wonder how long you would have sat and watched the flames dance if they did.” He considered, his tone mockingly pensive. “Now you’re merely sounding envious.”

@dd-ffxiv @saerdha (honorable mention)

[kingvincenzo]

Call me by Your Name’s ending in the novel version is way different than the film version, or rather, there’s a bit of story left out from the movie at the end. I’m even more emotionally exhausted and depressed from the novel’s ending

[kingvincenzo]

Welp, Call me by Your Name left me numb and depressed