#marcel's musings

[marceldaemonelix]

i am tired of being tested

not of learning, never of learning, but of being tested. i get it, i'm in a profession that is highly regulated, but i'm paying twenty thousand dollars in tuition and four years of my life, and i think i ought to not be tested like this. multiple choice. short answer. long answer, double spaced, 500 words maximum. i wish i had more time. i wish i had all the time in the world. i wish i could learn everything, like a dragon hoarding knowledge, and when people ask me what i know, it's not a test but an invitation. come partake in this joy of learning with me. please don't test my patience while we're at it.

[sollitaire]

Reading a book on Proust and love the thought of someone else looking at the mundane and coming up with full narratives making it anything but.

Life is so much more nuanced than headlines and sound bites.

I’m also quite fond of some of his quotes:

“Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.”

Ah this - it’s one of those things I actively work against. Gratitude goes a long way toward lasting fulfillment over fleeting happiness.

“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily remembrance of things as they were.”

Our perceived reality colors all things. Two people doing the exact same thing at the exact same time will walk away with two different experiences. Brings to mind the idea that we are all just different manifestations of the universe experiencing itself.

Book: How Proust can change your life

[sandcrafted]

but anyway, while i've finally got muse - like for a starter or to just plot ideas for later if you're interested?? please specify a muse you're interested in if possible, though!

[blogdemocratesjr]

Muses Watch Me Dance by Marcel Antonio

If a man cannot dance, he cannot pray. Angels have mouths but lack the power of speech. They speak to God by dancing.

—Nikos Kazantzakis, Report to Greco

And the god of the Muses, above all the god of song and the art of music, is Apollo. Why is this? Because through the power of song and string-music he brings thinking, feeling and willing into harmony. We have only to keep firmly in mind that in Apollo there was a projection of what had happened at the end of the Atlantean time. Something had then worked from spiritual heights into the human soul, and a weak echo of it could be heard in the musical art cultivated by the Greeks under the protection of Apollo. They knew it as an earthly reflection of the ancient art which the Angel-Being, permeated by the Christ, had cultivated in the heavenly heights in order to bring thinking, feeling and willing into harmony. They did not say so openly; only in the Mysteries was the meaning of it understood.

—Rudolf Steiner, Christ and the Spiritual World, The Search for the Holy Grail: Lecture III

[prerodinu]

Marcel Novák Aesthetic

Art is not a C R I M E

[inxthexshadowxofxdeath]

With Cabell being so down it took some convincing from Rosa and Co. to get him to start working on his display for the flower festival. Parked outside the church on Main, Cab flooded his old truck with flowers (with help from Marcel to keep him focused and see that he actually submitted his application for the judging). Out of the back he will be giving out small hand tied stems to folk on the condition that they pass it on and make someone else day.

Bojangles of course is there as well, in his flower crown.

@weatheredshutters, @crazedhatesoul

[sunderedscript]

"I hope I can a lot of friends, Anya!"

A small pat on the girls head. "I am certain you will, my sweet."

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

Rita let the clock get to six until it was time for her to clock out of work and head home. The agent let her feet guide her to the door, as her mind was preoccupied with something else. On her latest mission, a hit on a scientist by the name of Edgar Solomon, she was attacked by what she supposed was a rival agent. Everything was set in place, until this new player entered the scene and screwed everything up.

Later, once she made it back to base and patched up her wounds, she got a chance to look at her attack more clearly. The rival agent managed to get a good slice on her arm, it required stitches. If that wasn't problem enough, the identity of the agent shocked her to the core. It was Marcel, her husband of five years. Her husband.

Rita needed to keep herself together, despite the heartbreak and anger. She entered her home, luckily the house was empty. She went about making dinner, despite the pain her arm. As she placed everything together, she weighed her options. Her superior, the leader of her agency, gave her exactly 48 hours to 'clean the scene'. She needed to kill him, she needed to. Even if it killed her as well. // @xlostparadise

[moreferarum]

but in the end , i guess i had to fall . @abditvry

[aparticularbandit]

THERE’S A MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON MOVIE?!

[redemptivexheroics]

@canbequitemean​

“So you gonna keep berating your brother, or should I remove you from the situation, Rebekah?” Marcel asked and when she finally turned around. “Figured taking you out and spoiling you seemed the best idea before you go on a murdering rampage starting with Kol and I assume who is, Katherine?” 

[marceldaemonelix]

my sister's hair is the same colour as the neighbour's cat

we have lived here for eight years. she purrs every time she sees me. every time i go home my sister is the first person to hug me. she is taller than me now, and her hair is twice or even three times as long as mine.

in the sunlight, her hair is fiery and red. we think she gets it from our father. i got our mother's hair: black, like ink. beautiful in its own way. it's an ombre now, from the time my blue hair dye turned it brown. however does that happen? either way, it's not as beautiful as hers. she's always been a doll; it's only fitting that her hair is like a doll's too. played with. a little unkempt, a little wild. frizzy, like our mother's. she's taller than i am, but only a bit. we had a bet running and she has won it, but we both know she'll never really collect.

sophie's an old girl now. she was four when we moved here and we've lived here eight years. i'm twenty-two now. there's a little white diamond on her chest, like the perfect charm to her faded purple collar. when i went home this weekend, i didn't meet her. my sister says her owners changed her collar, at long last. she likes to wander onto nearby streets. i wonder if she'll wander here someday, if she'll recognize me. i wonder if i would recognize my sister on a street full of strangers.

[antihcroes]

@sixbillicnsouls liked for a starter!

"Dude -" Tara started as she dropped down next to Marcel, raising a brow at the phone in his hand. "You seriously need to get a phone that's actually from this century, like ... come on, what even is this?" She made a vague gesture towards it. "Does it even have Instagram or Twitter? Can you do anything on it?"

[pink-karnery]

@weatherquest ;w;

fallin and marcille

[protect-namine]

4 typhoons/hurricanes in a week... they're really not letting us end 2024 without speedrunning the alphabet naming storm after storm

[redemptivexheroics]

@xinthesewallsx​ Liked For A Marcel Starter

Marcel walked into the room and saw Davina finishing up on getting ready for her date with Kol. “You know, I don’t know if I should be proud or worried, proud because you finally get to live your own life and worried because it’s Kol Mikaelson, the eternal stud in the Mikaelson family”