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@whatididntpost
my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.
I want "Get up. Get up. This would be a pitiful grave." on my memorial.
Stole this from somewhere but i think it’s appropriate
#google translate does not capture the tone switch so i have to say. first two sentences are like. normal maybe kind of feminine posting tone #& the last is like. shounen manga protagonist. action movie hero. jojo's bizarre adventure character. #the tone you would use if you were holding a gun with the safety off (– @chadlesbianjasontodd)
Basically, a translation could be:
I just think it's so interesting that people end up falling in love with their friends' boyfriends! I absolutely despise every single one of them. give me my fucking homie back you goddamn bastard
translation tags by @minothtime because they are so so good
maybe this is weird 2 comment on but you write such thoughtful tags on this blog. Ive lost a lot of old friends these past couple of years and i have never felt so seen as i did when i read the tags on the you killed my friend drawing.
(Art for context: [You Killed My Friend])
Thank you very much for the message; I put my heart into those notes, and I enjoy the process of writing just as much as the art B*)
great image, helpful infographic. that being said this is the most useful reaction image ive seen in my life
CEO x Y/n vibes except it's Esports champion x robot housekeeper
Rock Bottom, but at least we're Rocking Out.
I reread Hamlet awhile ago and was reminded of how much i love Shakespeare. He manages to cram so much meaning into exceptionally beautiful prose. The question of whether there is life after death, a continued relationship with the deceased as per the catholic faith, or not as per the protestant decree made a few decades earlier. The placement of Hamlet as a renaissance man in a pagan story, admiring of Greek heroism but intelligent enough to see it's drawbacks, Christian enough to waver about vengeance, and unable to act the stoic as Horatio does. It's his multi-faceted character that is his downfall.
He's a failed hero because he takes the wrong path. The murder of the monarch creates a metaphorical wasteland, it breaks the Elizabethan chain of the cosmos, in which the monarch is the path through which God's grace is delivered. Claudius created the wasteland by killing Hamlet Snr, but he was also legitimately elected by the court to become king afterwards, so Hamlet Junior committing yet another regicide would not provide the healing the land needed. Hamlet being diverted from returning to Wittgenstein and his studies put him on the wrong path.
Hamlet the senior is like the perfect Greek hero, a good warrior, but not necessarily a good king or father. (and considering how quickly queen Gertrude remarried, maybe husband) but he lacked a Machiavellian factor which Claudius did have. Laertes and Horatio are the alternatives of Hamlet. Horatio "more ancient roman than Dane" is the stoic, he would not take vengeance and would not be incensed by emotions. Laertes is overly emotional, easy to manipulate but goes and demands restitution immediately - he is more in line with the pagan/danish way. Hamlet is stuck in the middle of them. Paralyzed by his own intelligence and mind. Too Christian to kill a man in prayer, but too emotional and proud to let vengeance go, too impulsive to return to Wittgenstein and inherit the throne legitimately later as Claudius implied he would want. He could have alerted his mother and the court, they hold elections for who should be king, similarly they could put him on trial, no? This has happened before. He would have to find evidence and witnesses, but that way he could have legitimately deposed Claudius and taken his place - righting the corruption, the rot, that has festered in the kingdom. A lot of representations of Hamlet show him as kind of a weakling, a coward, but he does have ruthlessness to him, he does have a Machiavellian streak, and he refers to himself 'as Hamlet the Dane' implying ambition for the throne, effectively calling himself king already. He's the one with highest kill count and yet at other times he sounds like a preacher, calling everything dust, showing typical medieval christian contempt for this world and worldliness, all glory is transitory, the sky and earth's beauty and women's beauty all worthless or empty to him.
He really is a renaissance man, educated on the Greek classics and philosophy, with a christian conscience but not kindness (kindness in the Elizabethan sense, not niceness and generosity, but a true empathetic understanding of other people being just as human and worthy as oneself. the kind of kindness lady Macbeth laments about Macbeth having. (too much of the milk of human kindness)) a contempt for danish/pagan culture and tradition, but still with a compulsion to fulfill the expectations that culture has of him in regards to vengeance and upholding honor. The typical Greek hero and the renaissance hero have radical differences that Shakespeare had to work around. Renaissance heroes had to be good Christians, while Greeks most certainly did not.
You could view Laertes, Ophelia and Hamlet as failed heroes all of them, actually. The adults are the antagonists for sure. Hamlet is led off his path by his father's ghost, his father imposing his own will on him uncaring of the consequences for his son instead of showing up in a typical catholic ghost way - asking to be remembered and prayed for so that his time in limbo is shortened, as well as by Claudius and Gertrude keeping him from returning to his studies which would have made him into the man he was supposed to become. Laertes is kept from going to France by Polonius and further forced to comply with his father's wishes and goals. Ophelia is suffocated by her father imposing his own will on her as well. He worries more about his reputation and honour, calls her stupid and naive, implies she can't trust herself or Hamlet, and because Hamlet acts like a cad as well, she is driven mad by a world where she cannot trust anyone - not even herself.
The adults leading the young ones astray is another possible interpretation. Hamlet feigning madness could be a reference to Lucius Brutus who feigned madness in court of the Tarkic kings and was key in overthrowing the tyrant and establishing the Roman Republic. What Hamlet should have done, had he been a successful hero. The course I took asked the question of what the spirit could be. I thought it might be the manifestation of guilt and grief. Hamlet wasn't there, he couldn't be with his father at the end and we tend to blame ourselves when our loved ones die. Wonder what we could have done differently, if we could have saved them, it's human nature, no? Hamlet is consumed by the guilt and grief, unable to to let go and that creates a metaphorical ghost that haunts him, infects him like an illness and drives him to act out like he does. That could also be an explanation for his instability and lack of action.
If his father had not appeared to him, if he had been able to grieve him properly and let go, none of them would have ended as tragically as they did.
He would have left the prison called Denmark (there it is again, the medieval idea of all the world is a prison, and denmark is among the worst of them? the only world worth any is the one beyond this life), disgusted by his mother's remarriage and unwilling to remain near Claudius, gone back to university and gone traveling, becoming a philosopher or otherwise studious man. Throughout the play he expresses much distaste for his own country and people, he even spends his dying breath recommending a norseman as the next king.
Fortebas ends the play by claiming Hamlet would have been a good king - but I don't think so. It being the last sentence written also creates doubt around its meaning. He had a more melancholic, introverted, thoughtful nature - a character quite like Prospero from the play The Tempest who was divested of his throne by his brother. He had been a popular man, but wasn't necessarily a good duke as he had been much too hermitlike and obsessed with his books to be aware of the everyday life and issues as a good ruler should be. (this is one of the main questions of the play, what constitutes a good ruler. The rightful one despite his flaws or the usurper who was perhaps more suited personality-wise and skill-wise?)
On another note, Hamlet was also clearly suicidal. The man wanted to die, but he is too much of a Christian to be able to commit suicide. Him being an amalgamation of danish pagan values and christian values keeps him from committing suicide, but really, that is what he wants to do. The way he jumps into Ophelia's grave, his machiavellian traits, that man was very capable of scheming - how else would he have survived and sent r&g to England to die in his stead? I think he knows quite well that he is stepping into a plot when he agrees to duel Laertes, he knows what Laertes is doing when he picks and chooses between weapons that are all the same. Hamlet knew there was a murder plot afoot, but he got what he wanted, vengeance for his father's death, and then he sought salvation on his own account, just like ophelia, but in a way that did not violate christian rules about suicide. He walked to his death, pleased to find peace in a way that could not consign him to hell
we need more stories about high femme prom queen types who become weird faggy guys. you haven't seen Behaviors until you've seen a repressed closeted tboy holding on to socially acceptable heterosexual femininity by the skin of his teeth
Me before I came out, when I did pageants and modeling.
Me after I came out, cut off my hair, bought comfortable clothes, and decided to actually wear my glasses because fuck contacts.
This was me the day of my junior prom. The dress weighed around 20 lbs, was the first one I tried on, and my makeup was done by someone who still thought brown lip liner looked good on white people. I spent the entire day being photographed and generally hating how I looked and wishing I could figure out why, when everything was technically perfect.
And this was me about eleven years later- two weeks after I started T in the first photo, and at around 5 months on T in the second. Much happier, married to the love of my life, and finally looking like myself!
Such girl, very wow (pro ballet, modeling, and my first wedding)
Came out in 2016, here's nine years of transformation (in reverse order, sorry)
Turns out I'm neither a Normal Guy nor a woman, but a much weirder type of faggy masc thing.
And that's pretty great.
In my lifestyle lolita egg era. Somehow getting to dress like a princess gave me the will to get up in the morning
1 year and 5 months on T
granted being a big ol goth doesn't really fit the bill of "socially acceptable heterosexual femininity" but i was HYPER feminine when i was closeted, especially in the years between when i FIRST tried to come out (age 16 - around the time of those first photos) and when i actually made the jump (age 19 - about a year after the last photo)
you can tell in that second to last photo i literally got a tattoo that said "MAD GIRL" which was an exercise in many things, including abstract self-harm, a visual reminder that i had given up on myself, and wildly underestimating the number of dudes who would misread it as BAD GIRL and take that as a cue to say gross shit to me while i was at work
anyway never kill yourself
haha yeah 🫣
consciously dipped my toes into the gender fuckery pool at around 15/16 but I was pentecostal at the time and well. took them out real quick
i tried very very hard to be “femme” for a LONG time but during covid lockdowns I didn’t have to perform for anyone and I slowly started to let it all go and now I’m a silly little man 😌
ahem
these are about 10 years apart, 7 years on t and 5 years post op. it gets better guys
this too is a poem. these are my favorite kind of tags to see on this post btw. you will be in one of these posts someday <3
btw now, since this post was marked mature and i cannot seem to get it appealed, there are youth and others in the UK and Brazil are no longer able to see this post.
he's so weak and helpless :(
i think everyone should program at least once just so you realise just how fucking stupid computers are. because theyre so fucking stupid. a computer wants to be told what to do and exactly that and if you make one typo or forget one detail it starts crying uncontrollably
Your middle aged Aunts lead the first online charge for yaoi and your great Aunts lead the first conventions for fandoms and wrote yaoi fanfiction on paper. (It just wasn’t called that at the time)
Sometimes they didn’t even show anyone. Sometimes they showed a few fellow fans.
You simply live now, following in their footsteps path they laid.
On a related note, passed my way by a friend:
please look at these amazing illustrations Ursula K. LeGuin did for one of her essays on writing workshops:
"The Writer is liable to feel like a little, tiny person all alone in a desert where the sand is words. Giant figures of Best-Sellers and Great Authors loom over her like statues—Look on my works, ye puny, and despair!—This lonely, sitting-there person may find that in a work-centered workshop she can draw on the kind of group support and collaborative rivalry, the pooled energy, that actors, dancers, and musicians, all performing artists, draw on all the time.
And so long as ego-tripping is discouraged, the process of the workshop, depending on mutual aid, stimulation, emulation, honesty, and trust, can produce an unusually pure and clear form of that energy.
The participant may be able to carry some of that energy home, not having learned “how to write,” but having learned what it is to write.
I think of a good workshop as a pride of lions at a waterhole. They all hunt zebras all night and then they all eat the zebra, growling a good deal, and then they all come to the waterhole to drink together. Then in the heat of the day they lie around rumbling and swatting flies and looking benevolent. It is something to have belonged, even for a week, to a pride of lions." (from The Wave in the Mind, 2004)
Scheduling coworking sessions with friends with this exact energy. Have spent a bit too long ALONE IN THE DESERT OF WORDS, must now HEAD TO THE WATERHOLE for the sake of my sanity
Tianlang-Jun and Su Xiyan's Trade Deal.
[Commission for @primtheamazing!]
I love wuxia and xianxia novels. Extreme violence but formal speech patterns. Everyone is so politely bitchy. I’m sure it’s even better in the original translation.
“This humble one anticipates learning from this renowned master at a later date” = bitch next time I see you I’m going to fully kick your ass.
“Pray this master may instruct me?” = I am starting a non-optional fistfight in the middle of this inn, no I don’t care that you’re halfway through a meal.
“This humble one praises the ancestors of your venerable self for their wisdom and prays it falls to you” = you’re dumb as hell
