#poet-priest

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Relistening to season 4 Malevolent and If Arthur fumbles one more bad bitch I swear I'm gonna LOSE IT

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Christopher Priest, The Prestige

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[trensu]

Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)

A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey. 

I need you to find someone. 

He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.

He’s too far from me to reach.

He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.

He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.

“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.

“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking. 

“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”

Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.

“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”

yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.

[mypartoftown]

Miracle move on drug? Those effects were temporary

[geryone]

I should have turned off reblogs on the Jason Myers quote posts I made before deleting them!! Beloved friends delete them from your blog he got arrested for soliciting a minor a couple months ago

[annienonmouse]

The Tortured Poets Department songs as couples or characters from some of my favorite fandoms:

Florida!!! - Kim Wexler and Jimmy McGill, Better Call Saul

The Tortured Poets Department - Dan Humphrey and Serena Van Der Woodsen, Gossip Girl

Fortnight - Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Adriana Le Cerva and Christopher Moltisanti, The Sopranos

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Fleabag and The Priest, Fleabag

The Prophecy - Oswald Cobblepot (The Penguin) and Edward Nygma (The Riddler), Gotham

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - Don Draper and Betty Draper/Megan Draper/ Rachel Menken/Ect.

Loml - Carrie Bradshaw and "Mr. Big" , Sex and The City

Guilty as Sin? - Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich, Shameless

The Bolter - Allison McRoberts and Kevin McRoberts, Kevin Can F*** Himself

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me - Ed Nygma (The Riddler), Gotham

I'm at my GIF limit 😭

[all-the-things-left-unsaid]

“I could see I love you in his eyes whenever he looked at me, I could hear it slipping between his words as he spoke.”

Sierra Simone, Saint

[denimbex1986]

'Ripley star Andrew Scott is a gay actor — no “openly” necessary.

In a new interview with Variety this week, Scott (or as Fleabag fans will forever know him, Hot Priest) reflected on his robust career playing unhinged, dangerous, and frequently queer characters. But while Scott acknowledged that his work holds a lot of meaning amid shifting cultural perceptions of LGBTQ+ people, he also pushed back on a phrase frequently used to summarize his sexual identity: “openly gay.”

“It’s wonderful to be able to talk about sexuality in an open way, other people — and by other people, I mean straight people — don’t have to explain or talk about their sexuality every time they go to work,” he said.

The phrase “openly gay” has become much more frequently used in the past decade, usually in media reports (including some here on Them) to denote a person who has publicly stated that they fall under the LGBTQ+ umbrella. “Openly gay” is frequently used synonymously with “out gay,” the phrasing Variety used when describing Scott. Some celebrities have embraced the lingo, like Ncuti Gatwa (who has said he was never “in the closet”) and Ariana DeBose. But as Scott argued, even though the general ability to disclose one’s queerness is a mark of progress, “out” and “openly” don’t necessarily carry equal weight.

“The idea that I’m being defiant by just being exactly who I am … Be open about it? Why wouldn’t you be open about it?” the Irish actor asked. “[T]he word ‘openly,’ for me, just seems a little loaded.”

Later in the interview, Scott also pushed back against what he called “an identity-politics era,” which he said isolates LGBTQ+ people from one another and the rest of society. “We’re separating each other more than we need to,” he opined. “This hysteria about your sexuality and how that is something that is only understandable to people who belong to the same tribe as you — it just doesn’t seem truthful.”

Scott also spoke candidly to Variety about the recent death of his mother, Nora, after a sudden illness, crediting her with teaching him “the idea of being authentically yourself.” But he also made time for lightness and frivolity in the conversation, explaining how Taylor Swift’s latest album The Tortured Poets Department may have drawn its name from one of his less-than-successful group chats. In 2022, Scott created a text thread with former co-stars Paul Mescal (All of Us Strangers) and Joe Alwyn (Catherine Called Birdy), prior to the latter’s breakup with Swift, and titled it “Tortured Man Club,” in reference to their shared attraction toward playing brooding male characters.

“It wasn’t about our own characteristics!” stressed Scott, who called Swift “a force of nature” and a friend. “I think there were three texts, like, ‘Hey, guys.’ You know those groups that you set up, and they just collapse.”

Ripley, in which Scott plays eponymous con man Tom Ripley of Patricia Highsmith’s classic crime series, is streaming now on Netflix. We hear Tom still thinks he likes girls.'

[leopardicuordimela]

The fact that my brother gifted me 'Fleabag: the scriptures' and wrote this quote as inscription in the first page.

[i-like-old-things]

Ngl I’m kinda happy I enjoy reading historical documents cuz when they add those ancient excerpts I can understand what they’re saying pretty easily

[got-them-blues]

it sucks and then it will pass.

[riversebb]

[thebirdandhersong]

Galen being a diplomat-gardener-poet and Petra being a scholar-warrior-artist makes many cogs and wheels move in my brain

[all-the-things-left-unsaid]

“I love you like that. I love you like this.

I love you like everything.”

Sierra Simone, Saint

[abellinthecupboard]

Myth of the Vanishing Indian

In the archives there is a drawing of a colonizer's dream, never realized. The National American Indian Memorial was meant to testify to our existence as a once noble people after we'd all died, leaving behind the entire western hemisphere. (We're not supposed to be here.) We were all supposed to vanish (be vanquished) in the face of progress (genocidal campaigns). Now they call us other names, but at one time they called us a proud and vanishing race. Pride. What is pride? In my language the word for boogers are smeteqsen, while smetsqen are brains, and smatsquen is the word for pride. I think in the ancestors' eyes they may as well all be the same, for all the good they do without the spirit. Ah, the spirit—your se'li, it sounds almost like sa'le which is the word for heart, or sa'les which are the hands. Words reveal much about a people's beliefs. Pride and brains are on par with snot, while hands and heart are the tools of the se'li. This, I think, is why we never went extinct according to design, why they never got to build a memorial to our doom, a monument, taking pride in absolute success at genocide.

— Rena Priest, featured in Poetry Magazine's September 2022 issue

*Note: the language Priest is speaking of is the language of the Lhaq'temish (Lummi) Nation, one of the Coast Salish Peoples

When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through: A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (2020)