#luke howard

[caviarsonoro]

Luke Howard: In Metaphor, Solace / Ingmar Bergman: The Silence (1963)

The Silence (Tystnaden), directed by Ingmar Bergman in 1963, is the third and final installment of his trilogy on the crisis of faith, following Through a Glass Darkly (1961) and Winter Light (1963). However, unlike its predecessors, this film moves away from explicit theology and delves into a more abstract and unsettling territory: human isolation and the impossibility of communication. The film follows two sisters, Ester (Ingrid Thulin) and Anna (Gunnel Lindblom), along with Anna’s son, Johan (Jörgen Lindström), as they become stranded in a foreign country with an incomprehensible language. The dilapidated hotel they stay in becomes a microcosm of their emotional and psychological tensions, where desire, illness, and disconnection emerge as dominant forces.

Bergman constructs a suffocating narrative through a minimalist and symbolic staging. Sven Nykvist's black-and-white cinematography iqntensifies the feeling of oppression and emptiness, with tight framing that reinforces the characters' solitude. The lack of communication is not only literal (with a language that is unintelligible to the protagonists) but also emotional: the sisters, despite their blood ties, are trapped in a dynamic of resentment and dependence. Ester, the ailing sister, represents intellectualism and emotional repression, while Anna embodies instinct and carnal desire, as seen in her encounter with an anonymous man in the hotel. Between them, Johan witnesses this fragmented universe, symbolizing innocence in contrast to the adults' decay.

The silence referenced in the title is not only that of God (a recurring theme in Bergman's work) but also that of language as a failed tool for connecting with others. The film relies on gestures, glances, and loaded silences to portray the growing distance between the protagonists. The rarefied, almost dreamlike atmosphere and moral ambiguity make The Silence a hypnotic and disturbing experience. It is a masterpiece of existentialist cinema, where Bergman, with surgical precision, dissects human anguish in its purest form, without concessions or explanations.

[morningwalksposts]

14.02.2025

friday ~ 14.02.2025

şatellites - midnight sweat

imperial triumphant - pleasuredome

nels cline - down close

knobil - lampadaires

nexus - out to lungh

luke howard - schlusshumne

[paa-official]

Recording No. 20

In the evening we were back in the city and I immediately ran to our night quarters. Xornud tried to stop me >> Apath, take it easy. This is normal for humans. They'll deliberate for a few days and then come to their senses. <<

I turned to him and stopped in the middle of the path >> You know, I had actually been pretty optimistic. I thought people were open-minded, friendly, innocent. God damn it, I thought they were reasonable. More reasonable than our people. <<

>> Well, that's not particularly hard either. << he muttered to himself. >> Why didn't you warn me about this? <<

>> Warn you about it? Shit, I thought you had some sense. Why else would you come to us for help? And now you want to put all the blame on me? <<

I laughed hysterically >> Are you trying to tell me it's my fault for speaking out against Parker? <<

Becka stepped between the two of us and looked me in the eye >> No one here is to blame. We just have to be patient. You said yourself that this all has to work out. <<

>> What if we don't have enough time? <<

>> But the military doesn't know anything about anything here. They think we're still spying on this place. <<

>> But what if they get suspicious about the whole Area 51 thing yesterday? What if Miran suspects why Markus hasn't returned? <<

I paused for a moment and Becka noticed it in my expression >> What is it? << she then asked.

I slowly turned away from he >> I have an idea. Don't wait for me. Xornud can you take me to Markus? <<

>> Apath? << Becka tried to stop me, but I wasn't paying attention to her, I was already running after Xornud.

Xornud had taken me deep into the ship, to an interrogation room where I had to wait. The walls, ceiling and floor were all made of dark gray steel. In the middle was a table with three chairs connected to the floor and a ceiling lamp had been built into the ceiling directly above it. Unlike in Naglfari or the human interrogation rooms, there was no mirror with someone behind it. After only a few minutes, the door opened and Xornud brought in Markus, whose hands he tied to the table. I went to Xornud and whispered quietly in his ear >> Give me a few minutes with him. I'll take care of it. <<

He doubted at first, but then nodded and left us both alone >> Knock on the door, if there's anything. <<

I walked slowly to the table and sat down on the chair opposite Markus, who looked at me sceptically >> Do you want to try again? <<

>> Yes, and you will give me answers. <<

>> Why so sure? <<

>> I'll ask the questions. <<

He laughed suddenly >> That's not like you. You can stop pretending to be threatening. <<

I sighed slowly and folded my hands on the table >> Alright. Why did you fake your death anyway? <<

He laughed again >> Isn't it obvious? 20 years without orders and then we arrive at the planet. Something will go wrong, like someone going rogue. Miran needs a backup like us, his mercenary force. <<

>> And what about your family? <<

He remained quiet for a moment and his face became serious >> I don't have any. Never did. <<

I hesitated for a moment. He had been all lonely on the ship and probably wasn't allowed to bond with anyone so there wouldn't be that pain when he had to leave everything behind.

>> And what about the second ability? << I then asked >> Have you had it all your life too? <<

He started grinning again >> How many years have you spent on the ship? <<

I looked at him questioningly >> 19 auroric years. What does that matter? <<

>> That's how long I've had mine. And if I'm not mistaken, I even saw you back then. <<

>> What? What do you mean by that? <<

All I got in response was this grin >> Ask your parents, if you have any questions. Or ask your buddy, Luke. Maybe he's in on the whole thing too. <<

I looked at him seriously >> There's more to it than that. Why don't you just tell me? <<

>> I'm only telling you what I'm allowed to tell you. <<

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms >> What does that mean now? <<

He sighed and propped himself up on the table >> We haven't exactly had the best start since you and I met on Earth, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I want a little more neutrality between us. Do you understand? <<

I raised my eyebrow.

>> I'm willing to tell you certain things, but only the ones I won't get in trouble for. You'll have to find out the redacted lines for yourself. <<

>> Well at least I have a clue donor. << I muttered to myself.

He leaned back again, but not too far, because the chains weren't particularly long >> And if I can give you a tip: grow a new pair. <<

>> What? <<

>> I'm just saying. This pacifist way won't get you where you want to go. Trust me, I was convinced of that on Aurora. <<

I stood up and got ready to go to the door >> This isn't Aurora. You can keep your tips to yourself. <<

>> You're right. This is not Aurora. But the people you're up against are from Aurora. If I were you, I'd do what I advise. <<

I ran to the door >> Know-it-all. << I whispered to myself and knocked on the door.

I had tried to sleep, but couldn't. Becka was having trouble with it too, but she was already fast asleep while I was tossing and turning on the bed. I couldn't let go of the conversation with Markus and the excitement in the Pentagon. To make a pre-emptive strike on Naglfari. The guy was out of his mind. To distract myself a little, I looked at my watch. Maybe I could find or change something new. But first I checked my inbox in case I hadn't noticed that there were new orders. But it had been empty. At least one satisfying message that day.

But then I looked at the tracker, which I had switched off on me and Becka. Markus' words immediately came back to me. > Ask your buddy. <

I looked over at Becka and she was still fast asleep. She had even turned her back on me. I had to take advantage of this opportunity before it was too late. Maybe he would understand. Luke had always had a friendly character. If I had chosen the right words, I was sure I could have convinced him.

So I sneaked out of the night quarters and walked to the train. The lights had only been on in a few houses and the streets were empty. There weren't even any soldiers outside. It was similar at the train station. Only a few phalanxes were walking around and the trains had been mostly empty. That worked out well for me when I took a train to the UK. I can't remember exactly where in England. When I left the station there, I first made my way to a deserted field, far away from civilization. I didn't have to walk very long because the station was already close to a very wide, uninhabited meadow. Somewhere near the chalk cliffs, in fact.

sat down on a rock there and switched the tracker back on. Then I contacted Luke to come to my location, but alone and in such a way that no one would notice. I waited for him until then. The now cold wind from the coast brushed through my hair and was actually refreshing after all the commotion. And the best thing was that it was still so early in the morning in England and still so peacefully quiet.

Soon a shuttle appeared over the horizon. It was barely visible because of the darkness and difficult to follow with the naked eye. But the noise of the engines could not be hidden so easily.

The shuttle landed carefully several meters away from me and the ramp opened. The turbines slowed down until they were off and no longer stirred up the wind. Luke frantically ran out and towards me >> Apath, are you alright? <<

I stood up and ran towards him >> Don't worry, everything is fine. << I answered him calmly.

>> Why did you bring me here? And where is Becka? <<

Luke stood right in front of me and looked at me worriedly. I had to take a deep breath >> We've split up. You don't have to worry, really. <<

He exhaled with relief >> If you say so. Do you actually know what's going on with your watches? Yesterday they showed that you traveled several hundred kilometers in a few minutes and then the trackers went out today. <<

I looked him in the eye and thought about how much I wanted to tell him >> I don't know about the first one, but I turned off the trackers myself. <<

He looked at me confused >> Why? <<

>> It's not important now. << I shook my head >> I have a few questions. <<

He looked around uncertainly >> Go ahead. What's up? <<

>> What do you know about Markus? <<

He looked at me cluelessly >> He had no family. And he never came back from the scouting mission. <<

>> Is that so? << I asked insinuatingly and Luke no longer understood me.

>> Yes, it is suspected that the reptiloids have something to do with it. Have you found him? <<

>> Well, he more likely found us. But I guess Miran didn't tell you everything. <<

>> Miran? What makes you think of Miran? He hasn't been seen since he wiped everyone's memory. <<

[cassowary-rapture]

Started a meteorology lecture series and stopped ~30 seconds in because the knowledge that the cloud classification system we use was introduced by a pharmacist in 1802 was too overwhelming

[oniri-que]

Luke Howard & Nadje Noordhuis - First Harvest

[chavisory]

August.

[captainhancock727]

Luke Howard - Hold Me Through

[musicollage]

Luke Howard — Sand That Ate The Sea. 2019 : Hobbledehoy.

! acquire the album ★ attach a coffee !

[whitedarkmoonflower]

D'Artagnan, Athos, Porthos, Aramis // Portraits // The Musketeers (2014)

[caviarsonoro]

Luke Howard: Conception / Vincent Ward: Map of human heart

Map of the Human Heart (1992), directed by Vincent Ward, is an epic story of love and loss that combines elements of romantic drama, adventure cinema, and visual fantasy. The film follows the life of Avik, an Inuit boy who, after an encounter with a British explorer in 1931, is taken to Canada for tuberculosis treatment. There, he meets Albertine, a mixed-race girl with whom he develops a bond that will shape the rest of their lives. Over the years, fate will separate and reunite them at different times and places, from World War II to the frozen tundra of the Arctic, in a journey filled with passion, betrayal, and redemption.

What makes the film unique is its visual and narrative approach. Vincent Ward, known for his poetic style and his ability to blend reality with the dreamlike, creates a cinematic universe where geography and landscapes reflect the characters’ emotional states. From the snowy Arctic skies to the bombings in Europe, each setting is imbued with symbolism. The film employs fluid transitions between past and present, constructing a narrative that moves like memory itself—evocative and fragmented. Additionally, the use of childlike perspective and Inuit mythology adds a layer of spirituality and mystery to the story.

Beyond its stunning aesthetics, Map of the Human Heart is a tale of identity and longing. Avik, played as an adult by Jason Scott Lee, is a man caught between cultures, never fully accepted in either. His love for Albertine (Anne Parillaud) is his emotional compass, yet also his greatest pain, as the realities of the world impose barriers between them. The film explores themes of race, colonialism, and destiny, showing how love can be both a liberating force and a curse. With its melancholic tone and visually mesmerizing approach, Map of the Human Heart is a moving work that transcends the romantic genre to become a profound meditation on memory, belonging, and the nature of the human heart.

[pandalikeelf]

season 1, episode 1: friends and enemies

[take2intotheshower]

5. Farewell to Aramis.

(The Musketeers Season 2, Episode 10 - Trial and Punishment)

[mythblossoms]

cherry wine

pairing: sylus x gn!reader

content: mutual pining, slight angst, music used as metaphor (poorly), pre-relationship, hand holding and dancing

a/n: sometimes a specific scene sticks in your head and you have to write something around that only. i also just love the sound of a cello ;-;

wc: ~1.4k

Music was honest. It spoke plainly about its desires and was vulnerable. The melodies openly conveyed emotions and stories, imploring those who heard to succumb to their passions. There is a beauty in patterns and themes laced between the harmonies.

At the least, that’s what Sylus told himself as he leaned casually against the gilded pillars decorating the gala floor. 

Your invitation to some musicians gala hadn’t been unexpected - the connections and intel privy to him had become a bonus to your missions, and Sylus was happy to oblige. But your openness, that was new. Your willingness to reach out and discuss tactics and invite him as something more, more than a source of knowledge at least.

He was happy to watch you work, your acting skills so finely honed now as you smiled coyly at other guests perched at the bar - your eyes, in contrast, sharply focused on your surroundings. You were an unknown force in your element, poised to strike. 

The musicians began their arrangement, the opening notes notifying the guests of the story they aimed to tell.

The aching thrum of the cello, the pining glide of the violin - woven together to create a song of want, grounded by a repetition of keys played softly on the piano. Sylus knows the story that inspired the peaks and valleys of this piece - the undying devotion of some underworld god to his spring bride, the names long forgotten but the sentiments still clinging to the notes. For you, I will wait. For you, I will suffer time and space. 

His eyes find your form across the gala floor. You, so warmly illuminated by the overhead chandeliers, cherry wine in hand and the pomegranate stain of your lips. Would you also eat the seeds — if offered? Would you stay — if asked? Your eyes flicked to his, offering a near imperceptible nod in his direction. For you, he would ask again and again.

The low lament of the cello hums through the room as your eyes leave his, searching the faces of each passerby as you swirl the untouched wine. Reasonably, Sylus knows that once you’ve completed your mission, you’ll be gone again. And he will wait again, until he is needed, until you are ready. The constant refrain his own frustrating internal melody - wait, wait, wait — again, again, again. He did not have the patience of some ancient god, and the yearning notes of the song left a sour taste in his mouth. 

As the music swells, melodic and mournful, Sylus finds himself pulled to you. He moves across the floor slowly, yet purposefully, eyes never leaving your face. 

“Dance with me.” Sylus offers his open palm to you, an open invitation, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slight smirk. 

You swirl the wine again in your glass, watching as the dark red liquid briefly coats the glass before settling. “Do you always ask people to dance to tragic love songs?” you mused, placing the glass on the bar. It’s easy, like this, pretending to be two strangers drawn together by the fervor of the strings. The hunger of their pitch echoing the feeling in your chest. 

“There’s a - sincerity to tragedy that makes it more memorable.” And for a moment, he seems far away, some distant memory clinging to the edge of his vision before he’s raising an eyebrow at you again.

“People will think you’re some sort of brooding crow.” You tease and gently take his hand, letting him guide you to the near empty floor.

“Do you think I care what people think, sweetheart?” Sylus smirks again, lightly holding your hand in one and splaying his other across your lower back. He pulls you in closer, chests nearly touching as he leans in closely. “I’m more interested in what your eyes see.” His warm breath sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. 

Logically, you think he means finding your target. Your vantage point from the center of the room certainly allows you to see more faces than you could from your singular place at the bar. And yet - the gentle way he holds your hand, the warm touch on your lower back, the softness in his eyes as he searches yours - you consider the outcomes of being bold, of being honest. 

Your hand flattens against the base of his neck, a thrum of energy flowing between the closeness of your bodies - your eyes fixed solely on his. “I’m not sure I’ve seen enough to make an informed decision.” The air stills around you, time seemingly frozen in this moment as the energy between you intensifies, the magnification of something bigger than both of you. “I’ll keep looking though.��� 

The far away look returns to his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly - unexpressed sentiments hanging in the air. The instruments die down, the lack of sound somehow deafening in your ears, and Sylus slowly releases your waist - breaking the chord that hummed so loudly between you. 

Before you can step away, he captures your hand in both of his. Delicately, he lifts your palm to his lips and presses a light kiss in the center, holding your gaze before fully releasing you. Your palm tingles with warmth as you squeeze your hand shut, tucking it at your side. “Careful - don’t look too far or you may lose sight of what you're searching for.” His words feel ambiguous, leaving you sifting through context and emotion, the two swirling together as he steps closer. “On your right,” he murmurs before casually walking towards the exit. 

This is why pretending is easier, why leaving is easier - even when you knew you would come back. Staying meant confronting whatever ambiguity grasped onto each look or word between you and Sylus. Leaving granted space, a moment to breathe. Exhaling, you locked onto the man on your right, surrounded by others clinging onto whatever syrupy words he spun. Leaving meant gaining some control of this situation.

Sylus did not have the patience of long forgotten gods, but he did have their petulance. Standing at the end of the long hallway, shrouded in the shadow of a pillar - surely this is the type of brooding expected of a deity. 

Twice you managed to catch him in a moment. Twice, a fleeting sense of clarity that was quickly broken once he realized his surroundings and the scenario you both were in. You had truly looked at him this time, as if you could see each miniscule crack that deepened each moment spent together then apart. He felt a seismic shift beneath layers of protection he had spent so many years building up. The notes of the cello reverberated through Sylus’s mind, blending with his internal symphony - wait, wait, wait, for you. He had no clear path forward to you, no seeds to offer you - only the notes of song urging patience.

Footsteps interrupted his ruminations, the sound resonating down the hall moving closer to him. He doesn’t need to look up to know it’s you, the familiar determination underneath the light sound - letting you come to him. “Caught what you needed, kitten?” The teasing nickname falls easily from his lips, but he’s searching your face again - looking for something, anything to flicker across your face. Your determined mask remains in place and you’re barely slowing down as you pass him — leaving again.

“His notes were…off-key,” you state plainly, stepping out into the cool night air. Sylus huffs a laugh in response, bad intel. “But not a total loss, he had some interesting friends. Guess I’ll have to look closer.” There’s a subtle curtness to your voice, dismissive even, as you navigate the city street - Sylus still trailing behind.

“Be patient,” he almost bites out, the irony not lost on him. “True motives always reveal themselves, in the end.” 

You stopped abruptly in front of him, turning to face him with a boldness he’d grown fond of. “And if I’m not patient?” Your words are clear, daring to hold his gaze. “What if I’m impulsive?”

“The power is in your hands then - you have to decide how you want to proceed.” Another dance, another song — laced with hidden meanings. Your eyes soften slightly - were you playing the same tune? Did you understand the notes played under his words? Sylus extends his hand to you again, palm open and still. “For now, let’s get you home.”

You smile lightly, the corners of your lips slightly turned up. “It’s early for you - isn’t it?” You take his hand, gently lacing your fingers with his. “Why don’t you take me on the scenic route?” 

[hotmusketeerspoll]

All the polls have now ended, and we have the results for tumblr's favourite Musketeers

Congratulations to all the winners, and to the runners up for making it this far

Luke Pasqualino is the Best D'Artagnan

Tamla Kari is the Best Constance

Christopher Lee is the Best Rochefort

Maimie McCoy is the Best Milady de Winter

Tom Burke is the Best Athos

Simon Ward is the Best Duke of Buckingham (winning by just 3 votes, the closest result in the whole tournament!)

Alexandra Dowling is the Best Queen Anne of Austria

Santiago Cabrera is the Best Aramis

Howard Charles is the Best Porthos

Manaki Reika is the Best King Louis XIV

and Tim Curry is the Best Cardinal Richelieu

[gingerteafairy]

⋆˚࿔ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Michael Scott

Michael kind of knows what’s going on—he has the internet, after all. The problem? He has no idea how to put that knowledge into practice and ends up making things a bit chaotic. He’ll rush to the store, sending you way too many photos just to make sure he’s getting the right stuff. But he never fails to make you laugh, distracting you from the pain with his terrible, yet oddly endearing, jokes.

"Okay, so listen to this joke… oh man, it’s so wrong, but you’re gonna love it."

Ryan Howard

Ryan has absolutely no clue what he’s doing at first, so he just grabs some random painkillers and hopes for the best. He’s not great at showing affection, so he straight-up asks you what you need. Suddenly, his phone isn’t as important—except when he finds a funny video to show you.

"Do you want water, or is that bad? I heard cold stuff makes it worse or something like that?"

Kelly Kapoor

Your ultimate hype girl and bestie. Kelly goes all out to make you feel better—painting your nails, binge-watching rom-coms, and gossiping with you for hours about whatever obsession you’re currently into. But if she notices you need some quiet time, she’ll try her best to stay silent (with occasional whispers).

"Okay, one last thing before I zip my lips—what’s your opinion on Kylie Jenner right now? I'm sooo excited to hear it."

Pam Beesly

An absolute angel. Pam takes care of every little detail, drawing cute doodles of you to cheer you up. She picks the perfect cozy movies or shows to watch together and makes you hot chocolate if you like it. Expect a full Studio Ghibli marathon and the softest hair strokes until you fall asleep.

"If you need anything, just let me know, okay?"

Karen Filippelli

Super practical. She knows exactly what to do and helps right away—no hesitation. Some might mistake her efficiency for indifference, but that’s not the case at all. She’s been through this before, so she gets it. If she notices you're extra clingy, she’ll go the extra mile to make sure you're comfortable.

"You’re so cute when you’re like this. I think work can wait a little."

Dwight Schrute

Shockingly, the most prepared. He knows your cycle better than you do because, of course, he has a detailed calendar tracking it. Dwight is weirdly knowledgeable about medicine, herbs, and natural remedies and takes this situation very seriously.

"Wrap this coat around your waist. Heat acts as a vasodilator and helps with muscle contractions. Make sure to rest and not overuse the fetal position, do variations and stretches. I sent you a list with some."

Jim Halpert

The ultimate sweetheart. He treats you like absolute royalty, checking in with calls and texts if he’s not around. When he is around, he makes sure you’re snuggled up under the softest blankets, watching your favorite comfort movies. If he doesn’t know how to help, he’ll figure it out—whether by asking you or doing his own research.

"Are you comfy? I can switch positions if you want. Oh, and I got your favorite snack."

Luke Cooper

Movie night? Absolutely. And yes, your favorite snacks are included. Luke did some research on periods and thinks he’s now basically an expert—but sometimes he says things that are completely off, like claiming lemon juice can “turn off” the pain receptors in your brain. He tones down the teasing for a bit and just becomes a human-sized heating pad.

"Don’t get used to this. Give it a few days, and I’ll be annoying you again."