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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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Airbending Korra

You mustn't let the dystopian nightmare bullshit dim your fucking sparkle.

correct version since i forgot the word "dystopian" last time:

Jinu trolling from the astral plane ✨

these are KILLING me

The prompt was ‘detention.’

reblogging with cute tags that make me happy <3

NEVER GIVE UP even though most people see their ships on this piece because the characters faces arent visible, this artwork sent SO MANY people looking for who the characters were, reading my comics, sending me asks, and falling in love with Sully and Caro just like me. It's been an amazing ride. DO IT! Post your ocs!

xoxo raptorjules

do you guys think jesus was hung

no i think he was crucified

love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded

we literally ruined society when we invented the fourth wall. let’s bring back call and response. heckling, even. fuck you hamlet you dumb piece of shit kill your uncle or shut up

"When we took Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure” into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side… there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that “If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.” And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: “To whom should I complain?” And a woman in the audience shouted: “The Police!” And then she looked right at that woman and said: “If I did relate this, who would believe me?” And the woman answered back, “No one, girl.”

And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theater great in prisons, it’s what makes theater great, period."

Oskar Eustis on ArtBeat Nation

I was in the front row of a Hamlet performance where the "Am I a coward?" was directed at me and I, being a no-impulse-control gremlin, hollered back "Yes!!" (they'd primed us ahead of time that audience interaction was encouraged). Hamlet got right up in my face as he kept talking and just kept going until I gently pushed him back; I forget what line it was on when it happened but he took the direction of the push and reeled away across the stage.

This meant that I had marked myself as someone willing to be fucked with, and so during the graveyard scene later he approached me again. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed--" he booped my mouth with the skull's "-- I know not how oft."

I have stories related to me from those at Blackfriars, the American Shakespeare Center (they play in a replica of the original Blackfriars, with modern safety conventions like lightbulbs in the chandeliers, but a great dedication to the way structure shaped the original work in the original Blackfriars. Their house is only about 45 ft deep (roughly 15 m I think), which is about the max distance two sighted people can be from each other and still make eye contact. They play with the stage and house equally lit, they talk to the audience, they enter from the audience, they whip up crowds from within the audience. It’s fantastic. But anyway, on to the stories.)

#Oh I have SO many stories from peak audience moments at the American shakespeare center#I have been to plays there that legit felt more like rock concerts#And I don't even mean the parts of the show where the cast is also a live band and they play#Covers of songs relating to the show#Fair maid of the west with Ginna Hoben#We were all SO on her side we absolutely lost our whole shit any time she even entered or exited#Knight of the burning pestle where Rick would pick a random audience member to be his lady love he was fighting for every night#And one time (I saw it thrice) he picked an older lady#And there's a part of the show where iirc he like gets almost defeated?#And he calls out to his lady love to like inspire him to keep fighting smth like that#And she Got Up Out Of Her Seat and went over to him and kissed him on the cheek#And no one was expecting that least of all Rick#And we all lost our shit whooping and hollering#They did a hamlet where...I forget who was polonius that year but there's a line where he's like 'what was I gonna say again'#And he paused SO long on that line you were legit unsure if he the actor had actually forgotten it#And once someone in the audience called out the next line and he was like 'oh that's right' and carried on#It was scripted though there were other nights no one said anything and we all sat there#In wonderful horrid awkward silence#Until he resumed#Please go if you get a chance#And sit stateside (via @rootingformephistopheles)

I was in a production of Hamlet in a small black box theatre, when a drunk guy came in from from outside, wandered onstage and started singing "We built this city on rock and roll." The guy playing Hamlet just went with it until the stage manager and crew could usher the drunk guy back outside. Then Hamlet continued with his next line, which was (no joke) "Now I am alone." Brought the house down.

#shakespeare#this is the kind of shit that gets me hyper#I love it so much#best production of hamlet I’ve seen to date was in an historic home where the actors guided you through a house built in the gilded era#and the basement was entirely marble for cooling purposes because it was pre-refrigeration obvs#and the way Hanlet’s howling ECHOED#when he realized Ophelia was dead#it was primal#it made people take a step back#and also you had to stand and watch Ophelia drown in a claw foot tub as she reached out to you offering flowers#it was fucking insane#I loved it#I’m giddy just thinking about it @thebibliosphere please please please say more about this!!!

I was actually scrolling my blog to see if I’d talked about it before but I can’t find it, which is shocking because it was truly one of the best performances I’ve ever seen.

I forget what year it was, but the play took place in the historic James J Hill House here in St Paul. Hill was a railway tycoon during the gilded age, with all the disparity of wealth and privilege that implies. He was so successful and obscenely wealthy he became known as The Empire Builder and the grandness of his home reflected that. The walls in the dining room are literally gold. It’s breathtaking. It’s obscene. It’s perfect for the kind of corruption and rot that takes place in Hamlet under a gilded veneer.

The play started in the viewing gallery, with actors walking through the literal gilded halls of the mansion, the leather wallpaper stamped with gold filigree glittering in the gaslamp—the perfect setting for the wedding scene. As the opening progressed the lights were dimmed until only Hamlet was visible illuminated from the upper gallery by harsh modern lights above, just this chillingly beautiful cold light after all the warmth of the gaslamp and gold.

As the play progressed we were led further through the house, witnessing Hamlet talk to the ghost of his father on the grand staircase—the stairs further used to show hierarchy among the characters with Hamlet spiraling ever lower until we were invited to descend into the bowels of the house through the servants quarters, an area just as vast as the rest of the house but infinitely colder and utterly devoid of the opulent grandeur above.

The space is also nearly entirely marble, which leeches the warmth from the air, so even huddled together the audience grew colder and colder the longer we were down there.

It also meant the echo was amazing, and listening to Ophelia sing forlornly as she descends into madness was absolutely bone chilling. Watching her climb into a claw foot tub that had been placed in the center of the long hallway was also hair raising. She just kept singing, strewing flowers around the empty floor as we stood around her in a circle, helpless to stop her as she purposefully slipped under the water, holding her hands above the lip of the tub even as her head slipped under the water and the last echoes of her singing faded.

It made the Queen’s account of how Ophelia died just so… the lie of it. Like we were still standing there, she was still in the tub (head now above the water) and we’d witnessed the truth of it, and there was Gertrude telling any one of us in the circle who would listen how the poor maid “fell.” Anything to absolve themselves of the sin of her suicide.

We were turned around for a bit after that, led to the end of the hallway near the boiler room where the gravediggers leaned on gilded age coal shovels, and Hamlet got to do his bit with Yorick, the echo of the marble hallway dampened by having brought us back toward the stairwell, his voice soft and intimate. Showing his quiet resolve and return to sanity.

Only to pull us back moments later to center as he ran to where Ophelia’s funeral was taking place, and when I tell you, Hamlet’s howl of grief echoed. It reverberated. It was terrifying. It was amazing. People took instinctive steps away from him. It was just raw emotion bouncing off the walls of this cold, dark basement, entire worlds away from where we’d started.

The play ended back in the ballroom, the dead lying strewn amongst the wealth that couldn’t save them with only Horatio illuminated in gold by the lights. When Fortinbrass arrived he looked around the space like it was nothing, like the way we’d looked around the empty void of the basement. The wealth meant nothing to him. It was just another graveyard.

It was brilliant. I keep hoping they’ll host it again. It was such a good way to literally walk us through the story and use the environment to set the atmosphere. It was all I could do not to put billing flier in my mouth and eat it.

I'm in my second year touring Shakespeare to schools around my state (Macbeth last year, R+J currently) and listen. there is nothing more gratifying than knowing you've gotten a room full of teenagers invested enough in a story that they're impulsively responding to you. we put a lot of work in to make the text comprehensible and lived-in, and that's how we know it's paid off.

obviously, the fights get the biggest responses. we're trained and practiced enough that some kid yelling "bro get up!!" at Banquo stumbling after first getting stabbed (which started a bit that continued for every. subsequent. fall.) didn't throw anyone, but the following beleaguered "brooo where are they taking him..." when the murderers dragged away his corpse was the closest I've gotten to corpsing onstage in years. almost better than the groundlings heckles, though, are the reports we got this year that there were quiet mutters of "jesus" and "oh my god" when I stabbed Tybalt through the neck less than thirty seconds into Romeo's fight with him - it's staged as semi-accidental, and comes after we've seen two long, extraordinarily technical and flashy duels, which got appropriately rowdy responses.

it is high school, so it does get uncomfortable sometimes, but that's where getting to break the 4th wall comes in real handy. I had kids snicker a few times during Lady Macbeth's sleepwalking scene when I came out barefoot, but every time I would find the kid and target them for one of the segments of the dream - "fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard?" - which always seemed to pull them back in and appropriately terrify the kids around them, that suddenly the veil between us and them that had been intact for almost the whole show had vanished. (also - did have someone wolf whistle when I entered once - though not as Lady, but as Ross?????)

on the other hand, Juliet, who just has so many soliloquys, takes them all out to these other teenagers. Romeo doesn't really need them - he has his friends - but Juliet has no peers in the text. instead, though, we've taken her to this whole theater full of kids like her! and the text is perfect for her to win them over to her side, tell them about her joys and fears, bemoan the strange behavior of the adults. I truly think it's an aspect of the text that wouldn't come through with an adult audience, and I love hearing the straight up cackles at her dirtier jokes.

at one of our talkbacks last year, we had a teacher somewhat smugly ask us to tell the students about the importance of respect as an audience member, as they'd drilled into the kids that they had to be silent and wanted them to hear it from our perspective as actors. this was after a show that had felt strangely dead despite leading to a very active talkback, and I sat kinda stunned for a second before answering. "actually, as actors we really prefer to hear an audience respond. it lets us know you're with us, you're following along, that we're doing our job right. we've even had people bust out with full sentences in response to us. we know how to roll with it. of course, there's a line - it's not great if you're doing your own whole play and distracting everyone around you, or being obviously disrespectful - but we don't want you to be silent. we need to pick up on your energy. the coolest thing about live theater is that the audience makes every show a little different."

This is the level of hyperanalystic bullshit I live for

not so fast, in the review of gusteau’s anton ego compares gusteau to chef boyardee or hector boiardi with a tone implying that boyardee is dead and in history

given that gusteau died shortly after this and the will takes 2 years after death

assuming that ego’s review was the same year that boiardi died then the absolute EARLIEST the movie can take place is 1987

and about the incredibles, when looking for the scene with the newspaper i stumbled across this

a headline from 2002, and given that lawsuits generally take a while and september to december is really quick for the banning of supers so let’s say they were banned in mid 2003, at the EARLIEST incredibles can take place in 2018, with ratatouille taking place sometime in between 2003 and 2018

assuming that was a mistake, thunderhead died november 15 1958, a date where superheroes would’ve been illegal if incredibles 1 took place in 1962

and adding onto the impossibility of the date being 1962 his death is included in the shutdown reports of the national supers agency

so the year in which the movies take place is impossible to find because the staff of the incredibles couldn’t chose a date and commit to it

I take it back

This is the level of hyperanalystic bullshit I live for

IS NO ONE GONNA MENTION THAT THUNDERHEAD IS GAY?!?!

OMG OMG OMG

“loves kids, adopted single father of 5 children, raising them with help of his roommate, Scott” 

oh my god, they were roommates

time to bring back a classic.

that part.

Paint’n studies I did on my Wii U gamepad earlier in the year.

on your what

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my family wasn't this strict, but in some sects of buddhism you're not allowed to eat the "five pungent vegetables", onions garlic shallots leeks and umm chives i think, really any of those kind of vegetables. probably some monk ages ago was tired of onion farts stinking up the temple. anyways, one time my brother made a soup using all five of them. he said, "one sip of this, and you'll be reincarnated as a flea."

Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley?  I guess so. But why do I have to know if you’re going to be with me? I’ll be with you. Even if you can’t see me. What do you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.

The Land Before Time(1988) dir. Don Bluth

#Children’s media used to be about making you feel the entire depth and breadth of the human emotional spectrum#All while your 7 y/o brain struggled to make sense of if all. But it was like an emotional vaccine#Comprehending loss at that age didn’t make it any easier to bear with age. But atleast it was familiar (conserving these tags by @jonairadreaming because yes)

They/them pussy

nonbinary cats >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<>>

I was curious about this, not because I was surprised the cat was "neither male nor female" but because I was surprised this is a "first". I mean, intersex cats exist. Any time an apparently male cat is tortie/calico, for example, that's an intersex animal, probably XXY.

Turns out, though, that this kitty is very rare - they have no external genitals, and vets can find no evidence of internal reproductive organs either. So yeah, fair enough, I've literally never heard of an animal being born like that! Isn't nature something?

The face of a creature who fought the gods to be born without the burden of reproduction and won

we need to bring back vintage swimsuits but specifically mens swimsuits

make 👏 men 👏 wear 👏 hotpants 👏 and 👏 onesies👏 again 👏👏👏

put 👏 men 👏back 👏 in👏 cunty👏 coordinated👏 outfits👏 or 👏so👏help👏me 👏

mfw i decide to remake a comic from 8 years ago

well look who it is. my old friend. the conses of my quences.