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nervous system? it sure is!
The Wellspring - Brendon Burton
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Padley Gorge Bridge by Fade To Black
must a villain be redeemed? isn't it enough that they're bitter, evil, and most importantly, hot?
But what can you redeem them for? Cool prizes?
how does it feel to be the funniest person on my notes
i can’t believe i used to think people my age were adults
the older you are reading this post the funnier it is
can someone who knows about you/thou divide in shakespeare help me out bc I just skimmed through all of horatio and hamlet’s interactions to find that hamlet consistently refers to horatio as “you” in act one, but starting with his very heartfelt speech in act 3 scene 2 praising horatio, he consistently uses “thou” until the end of the play (which does, sadly, imply that “o, I could tell you— but let it be.” is not actually directed at horatio…) more interesting to me is that horatio only ever uses “you” to refer to hamlet until after hamlet has died, when we get “goodnight sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” does this have to do hamlet with hamlet being dead? or?? what are the general connotations of you/thou at this time (bc I know it has changed over time). why did the changes happen as they did or does literally none of this matter ?
OMG this is actually such a fun literary quirk of Early Modern English, and it adds a LOT of subtext to those interactions!
So, in Early Modern English (the dialect of the time period— it is NOT “old English”, that’s an earlier form of language so different from our current way of speaking you would not be able to interpret it) “you” is a FORMAL address, “thou” is INFORMAL.
Using the “formal you” is a sign of respect and deference, but also an indication of distance. It’s a way of being polite. So when Hamlet is is using the formal “you” in act one it is a politeness, but as the plot goes on he switches to thou to illustrate the depth of that relationship, as “thou” (the “informal you”) is the form of address used between people who are CLOSE with each other— family, good friends, lovers. It is clear that they are close enough for hamelt to address him that way, and the switch can also be viewed as an appeal to their closeness as Hortaio becomes further and further involved in hamlet’s plot.
Now Horatio’s side of this is actually the more interesting one.
You are absolutely right, hortaio uses the formal “you” the entire time hamlet is alive on stage. This is appropriate, given their differing statuses, hamelt is a prince, and using “you” formally is basically like calling someone “sir”. “You” is how you address your boss, people with high social standing than you, and just people you don’t know very well. It’s slightly at odds with hamlet’s very easy way of addressing Horatio, but as hamelt is the one with higher social standing it makes more sense for him to be the one pushing the informal address while horatio continues to speak semi formally.
The part that makes it so much more interesting though is the switch after hamlet’s death, because that really adds to a heartbreaking moment. Basically what that’s meant to tell the audience is that hortaio is mourning hamlet as a friend, and a person he was close with, not as a prince. It’s kinda a break in the more distant, appropriate way of speaking we’ve seen from this cautious scholarly character so far, he’s breaking down, and he’s lost his FRIEND, he’s just watched someone very important to him die, and the switch in formality emphasizes that. It’s no longer about hamlet’s social standing, it’s about what hamlet meant to him
Two other notes on thee vs you:
God is addressed in the King James Bible as “thou” because there is a special relationship between God and every human being: God is closer to you than any person ever can be. This is mirrored in some other languages that have a formal and an informal “you”: in Spanish, God is addressed as tú rather than the more formal usted.
“Thou” can also be used, not only to show familiarity, but to show disrespect. It indicates that you aren’t WORTHY of the respect of being called “you”. During Sir Walter Raleigh’s treason trial, the prosecutor snarled at him, “I thou thee, thou traitor!”, pointing out that he was using the term thou to indicate that Raleigh wasn’t worthy of respect. (I actually do this in my medieval fantasy novel when one of my characters is accusing another of treason: it’s the only place in the novel where I used “thou”. Tolkien uses it, too: the Mouth of Sauron uses thou/thee when talking to the people who come to parley with him, as a sign of disrespect.)
first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line
second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all
third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below
fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?
fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves
sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it
seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him
eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night
ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him
tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk
eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important
twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go
thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme
fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader
fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that
sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why
New Crow Time! It’s the Hound Knight. He’s a good boy!!!
i love paintings that look as if they have ghosts in them
this painting by andrew wyeth has got SO many ghosts in it. most andrew wyeth paintings have ghosts in, but this is off the scale!
this painting by dragan bibin has only one ghost as far as i can tell, but it's a really scary ghost (the dog thinks so too)
this painting by meraud guevara looks very peaceful, but unfortunately it has a ghost in it. i can't tell you where, but it does
you might think you can see the ghosts in this dorothea tanning painting, but you're wrong. the little girls are just ordinary girls. the actual ghost is behind one of those doors.
marvin cone. for fucks sake just look at it
my favorite personal dragon headcanon is that like birds they also can't see glass, but it just isn't an issue for them
totally unbothered
So from the dragon's point of view, every once in a while, glitter magically showers down around them with a pleasant tinkling noise.
Notice at a shelter
Forest interior by moonlight — Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840)
Mira Nedyalkova
Times are troubling and hard right now-but never forget, your Beet loving Grandmother loves you very very much and wants you to be safe.
And for you to eat your vegetables.
A very powerful American toad creates ripples in water with his call. [Anaxyrus americanus] [x]
Very beautiful, very powerful.