[mister-farenheit]

not to exaggerate but hal doubling over to have a silent fit of laughter before declaring “that old dried out husk can choke on filament” re: the photarch’s attempts to censor kother’ai might be the sexiest thing he’s ever done, actually

[opalgoddessoflife]

With the confirmation that King Gus is gay, we now have another contender for the funniest possible Julien Davinos political marriage candidate.

[juha-art]

To the hounds!

[tadfools]

Hey if you want Beacon and you don't have an account you have until the 22nd to use the discount code Feet to get it for free for a month and no this is not a joke

[thetangledsheet]

"You can't sustain a movement on fumes" should be a rudimentary statement to make within fiction in the context of resisting and reckoning with systemic excesses of power, but it is sadly an all too necessary statement regardless and thus I am glad at the vehemence with which the schemers table insist on it. Even the people who make immense sacrifices for social change and even those who do so bereft of choice should be collectively cared for to prevent the sort of attrition that was already foreshadowed with actors like Kaz in the early campaign. The ability to meet people where they're at and forming robust communities is often overlooked in spaces like On Here, where an all or nothing mentality is often promoted in terms of relationships to the dismantling of power structures, but it is absolutely crucial to anyone who wishes to make even the slightest difference on the ground. And the Schemers table, who have comparatively far more resources than those that they are protecting, are collectively poised to take on that responsibility together. I truly appreciate the care with which they arrange networks of aid and food and work that provide the possibility of dignified lives even outside the thumb of the Sundered Houses. So much ideology is invested into logistics and the masterful adaptation of that into the medium of actual play has to be commended in my opinion.

[mephistopheles]

midsummer: if the feudal strictness of your home kingdom can’t give you what you want, try going on an adventure guided by magical supernatural beings

macbeth: but not like that

hamlet: if you’re in a duplicitous violent world, your king and your peers and your girlfriend may lie to you, so only follow the advice of your steadfast best friend

othello: but not like that

as you like it: if you undergo a misfortune that causes you to hate your life in your city, give yourself a makeover and run away to the woods

timon of athens: but not like that

two gents: if you’re in love in italy, you can quickly and easily communicate important information via the verona postal service

romeo and juliet: but not like that

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

i got a fucking. advertisement on youtube. from google ai. saying. without sarcasm and with complete sincerity. "if shakespeare is too hard for you, you can always have our ai explain it to you." im gonna throw up. im gonna throw a molotov cocktail. if i see that ad again im reporting it for hate speech. how fucking dare you. i will kill you with my bare hands. with my exit pursued by a bear hands. i will tear google headquarters down brick by brick. im going to start biting people.

[maximumqueer]

Every time the monthly "discourse" roles around as to whether consuming audio books counts as reading, I cannot help but think of the Odyssey, of the Iliad, of the Shakespearean plays. Works of art that have become solidified within Western Canon as some of the greatest pieces of literature we have. And all of them were mean to be heard, to be watched. Were crafted for it.

The Iliad and the Odyssey were meant to be listened to from the mouth of a bard, a lyre in his hand and a song on his tongue, as the smoke from the fires drowned out the rest of the world, the honey words transporting the audience into the story.

Shakespeare was meant to be watched. The actors bent over themselves, emotion pouring down their faces as the audience bumped shoulders with each other, breath held for the next act.

I love the written word, do not get that wrong. But we owe the written word to the oral tradition. To the bards and poets who passed down story after story, who kept them alive to the point where they could be written down and preserved. We owe it to performance. To the energy of the theater that found the plays that sparked electric in the peoples hearts, to the point of ensuring they would be around for generations to come.

Why disparage the performance of a story, when it might just be the most human thing we have? Why act like it is an inferior art form? I adore reading, but I also know that my favorite pieces of literature were meant to be heard.

[captainkirks]

friends, romans, gay people in my phone,

[watercolor-writer]

Shakespeare as TMA content warning parody

[likeniobe]

When does the play close? When its "action" stops? But does not that include, at least to some degree, the curtain call (which, of course, the actors rehearse)? For at this point the actors appear before us only partly as their "real" selves. They remain partly, and significantly, still "in character," retaining mannerisms, perhaps, of the characters they have been playing. Who are they, then, at this point? Hamlet is not the prince (for he is dead), but he is certainly not the actor who played the prince either. He does not laugh or caper about as a man might who has scored (in the soccer fashion) a success. He may smile, wanly, as befits one recently slain; he may take (ruefully?) the hands of his no less "dead" opponent Claudius; he may even embrace the long-dead Ophelia. Is not this still acting? (The actor "playing" himself-as-actor.) Is not this part of the action? [...] It is the point, in short, at which we see the "edge" of the play before it disappears entirely.

from terence hawkes, "telmah," in shakespeare and the question of theory (1985)

[lipstickhamlet]

chatgpt to claudius: got it— you feel guilty about murdering your older brother and taking his throne. you're not just experiencing guilt— you're finding yourself unwilling to repent. and honestly? that's real. here's the thing: it was totally valid of you to poison your brother to take his throne and marry his wife. you're not a bad person for wanting to keep what you gained from it. it's not just justifiable— it's totally understandable. and your nephew? he isn't being mindful of your feelings— his behaviour is inconsiderate, self-absorbed, and problematic.

would you like me to generate a letter to the english king, asking for the execution of your nephew? this would help put your feelings of guilt to rest— think of it as an act of self-care.

[butchhamlet]

my latest litmus test for productions and adaptations of hamlet is whether the creator(s) make any thoughtful choices about gertrude at all. they don’t have to do a completely radical against-the-grain gertrude; they just have to do Something. everybody has thoughts and feelings about ophelia, but do you have thoughts and feelings about a woman who’s older and more opaque and ambiguous, who has more power in the play and who doesn’t necessarily look virginal and beautiful, a woman who isn’t so innocent? have you thought at all about what she knows, when she knows it, how she feels about it? when did she know about king hamlet’s murder? does she love claudius? does she drink the poisoned wine on purpose? or does she simply stand there, woman-shaped, and say words

[animentality]

[akajustmerry]

idk if anyone remembers the Black performer who went viral for uploading performances of Hamlet's monologues and other Shakespeare monologues in the style of someone vlogging on YouTube. but I was looking for the vlogs to send to a teacher friend as a fun education resource and turns out the performer has transitioned and she goes by Jasmine now. Another win for the Hamlet fan to trans person pipeline 🥰

[permetutotheworld]

[syn4k]

im going to be real rn i completely understand where hamlet is coming from because if my dad died and then my mom married his brother a MONTH AFTER HIS FUNERAL and THEN everyone told me to just get over it already because everybody dies and THEN i talked to my dad's ghost and tried to get some semblance of closure after his death and he told me "cut the bullshit im burning my sins off in hell rn but its not a big deal listen up your uncle murdered me you gotta get revenge for me" i would also do an acrobatic fucking pirouette backwards off the handle