IT WAS LOVE, I GUESS

a house in nebraska, ethel cain // nearly a valediction, marilyn hacker // morning in the burned house, margaret atwood // mabel: matryoshka (ep.28), becca de la rosa & mabel martin // hemlock grove, brian mcgreevy // one last poem for richard, sandra cisneros // fragrant is my many flower’d crown, lingua ignota // the loved and the unloved, françois mauriac

queer-ragnelle:

liridi:

I forgot to upload these 😭 lancelot and guinevere for my courtly love pals

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hey everyone who hates on guinevere and thinks she doesn’t love lancelot should read that last line again and again and again.

aarontaylorjohnson:

NOTHING BUT TIME (1926) dir. Alberto Cavalcanti
SPELLBOUND (1945) dir. Alfred Hitchcock
VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED (1960) dir. Wolf Rilla
METROPOLIS (1927) dir. Fritz Lang

katabay:

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There was a strange thing about Cei: nine nights and nine days
could he hold his breath under water; nine nights and nine days could he go without sleep. No doctor could heal a wound from Cei’s sword.
Cei couldn’t be beaten. He could be as tall as the tallest tree in the forest when he wanted. There was another strange thing about him: when the rain was heaviest, a hand’s breadth in front of his hand and a hand’s breadth behind would be as dry as what was in his hand itself, so great was his body-heat; and when the cold was heaviest on his companions, he would be their kindling to light a fire.

Culhwch and Olwen, trans. Craig Davis

guess who finally got to read Linda Gowans’ Cei and the Arthurian Legend! new thoughts have been unlocked, ideas are coming together! I also got my hands on some scans from medieval armor reference books, which is also essential to the ideas

the ‘unless god etc’ quote is from Pa Gur/What Man Guards The Gate

When he drank from a horn,
he would drink for four;
when he came into battle,
he would kill like a hundr
ed.
Unless God himself should perform it,
Cei could not be k
illed.

(trans. Craig Davis)

ko-fi⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

elixir:

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Gordon Mortensen (b. 1938), Meadows Ridge, Woodcut on Paper

rthko:

Public transportation is humbling, by which I don’t mean there’s anything lesser about it, but that it reminds you in the best possible way that you’re not the main character of the universe. Even in a world class public transportation system you’re occasionally going to encounter people begging, crying babies, people talking loudly or emoting, people wearing outfits you may consider weird, body odor, delays and inconveniences. I’m not saying you need to put up with straight up harassment or anything like that, but you need to accept that the world exists outside of you. If your entire world is your workplace, your car and your nuclear family, that is going to impact your politics and your perspective. It’s no wonder so much of the US is designed to this exact end, and how so many suburban Americans who value comfort and convenience over all else are losing their damn minds. The US is an international embarrassment when it comes to transit, but even in sophisticated networks you still have to share a space with other human beings and you need to act like an adult about it.

gothhabiba:

people who categorise what “type” of “oppression” something is according to the personal identity of the recipient of a discriminatory stance while ignoring the actual logic that undergirds said discriminatory stance and how it connects to similar oppressive logics… I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but your framework is obfuscatory and so worse than useless 😔

k.