George Eliot // Artwork by @sunsbleeding // Arnold Lobel // Lorde, Ribs // Edward Young // Taylor Swift, Seven // Art by Olga Baumert // Thomas Aquinas
eliot is used to being a certain kind of way. a way that defined who he was and who others saw him as: hitter, murderer, the nightmare of the underworld. he used to be that. but he's here now. he's here now and he is different - at least in the eyes of his crew. he's still a hitter, and he's a man they know has killed, but they dont fear him. they - the whole crew, but there's something in how parker and hardison treat him. how they see him. they have a picture in their heads that's different from what he's got in his. they project, sometimes. when he gets into his head about shit, parker pokes a bruise, and hardison goes for a hug. when the stink of his guilt threatens to drown him, parker nags him for food, and hardison sits down with a six-pack and he finds a game somewhere anywhere to watch; there's always something streaming. he's not a nightmare to them, and eliot's convinced there's something to that picture, that image they project onto him. he's had that happen to him before: his father. the army. vance. moreau. the seedy guys that hired him for retrievals. hell, even nate, at the beginning. nate, when he was too far in the drink. nowadays, nate's gone soft. he follows the lead of the crew, for all that he's their mastermind. but eliot knows there's something special about what parker sees in him, what hardison sees... it should alarm eliot. but it doesn't. he's curious. curosity gets hitters killed, but there's something - perhaps - worth living in finding out what makes that difference special, and eliot wants to stick around to find out.
I want to talk about this moment in 5x03, The Mountain of Ghosts.
I think Alice was truly letting this be a moment where she could forget the past and leave Quentin to rest. She did, after all, say “Rest,” right when she threw the essence into the well. She’s letting the future be a way to forget, not reminisce.
Eliot, however, is the other way around. I think he hurts even more than before in this moment. Based on his expression and the way he’s reaching out, I think he’s contemplating jumping into the well himself so he can join Quentin in the Afterlife. He’s putting the blame for Q’s death on himself, whereas Alice is letting it go, making Eliot’s burden even harder to bear alone.
I made a mugwort smoke blend that made me toss and turn for hours before presenting me with a vivid dream of Taylor Swift joining our lesbian polycule, you bet I'm calling it Wildest Dreams
had some coffee and now I have the academic jitters so here's some some bullet points idk
-someone pls inform me what the diameter of the moon is. I don't even care if it's fake information I just want to feel like I know what the diameter of the moon is
-I wanna know if like Edgar Allan Poe ever doodled. Like did he know how to draw ravens??????
-the Taylor Swift to T.S. ELiot pipeline is real and Cats being the connection seems so sad but like listen it doesn't even matter they're my favorite TS-es.
-(I would've watched cats just for the macavity song if it hadnt been so cursed)
-what silly little person came up with the world metallurgy. It's so enchanting and cute don't kill me it's just a cute little word and it sounds like something I'd name a cat
I’m not sure if I would take just a set of arms as proof two killer cyborgs are dead dead... but to be fair it’ll be over 10 years before we actually see them again so they are at least gone for a while...