Mankind left Earth, but there was nowhere for them to go. In a lonely castle of a spaceship, they crowned a King.
There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies, Hamlet says. He leans against the smooth glass window, the darkness of space outside swallowing him whole. Horatio turns his face up to the stars. I hope you’re right, he says, there better be
When the old King dies, they send him floating into nothingness. Horatio knows that an eternity ago, humans used to let their dead sail the oceans upon burning ships. King Hamlet’s death shroud smells of rust and hot metal when they reel it back in.
The Elsinore IV is not a prison, but a step outside means death regardless. Sometimes the ship rattles and shakes. Sometimes, the starfields outside are so dense that even if prime galaxy time indicates it is deep night, the sky blazes.
Do you think there’s anyone still out there? Hamlet asks one day. Horatio doesn’t have an answer.
They get their answer when the King comes back to them as a constellation, dots of light stitching him together just outside the observation deck.
Claudius sits in the bridge and prays to a supernova.
Ophelia wires an escape pod to take her far away. The little ship sputters, jerks, and all the rest of them can do is watch her spin further and further away. When she is nothing but another blazing star amongst the rest, she opens the hatch and steps out, arms spread out wide, hair spilling out before her. The cold vacuum of space is all that lingers between them.
When it is all over, Horatio sits against the wide window port and wonders if he is the last human alive. The deck is painted with blood. In the end, it wasn’t even space that killed most of them.
My charms came in this week, so I’ve put these up in my etsy store!
It’s Joker/Shadow Mishima and Akira/Mishima! (I really wanted a joker/shadow mishima charm hehe…) It’s on 2 inches of clear acrylic, double-sided~
I actually didn’t print a lot but I underestimated the strength of the Mishima Boys orz… so I don’t have much in stock right now (like less than 5 right now lmaooo), but I’ll definitely do another print run soon for these, so don’t worry if it’s sold out…I’LL BE BACK WITH MORE! I’m just glad there are more people than I thought who likes this ship HAHA
I’m selling it for $8USD + shipping!
The store link should be at the bottom corner of this post for mobile users or top right corner for PC users(green etsy button) or if you can’t see it, click here (only works for PC users)! Have to do all these weird linking around because tumblr will hide any post with external links :’)
Hi my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch and I have long ebony black hair(that’s how I got my name) and icy grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee(AN: if you don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Draco Malfoy but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a wizard, and I go to a magic school called Watford in England where I’m in the eighth year (I’m eighteen). I’m rich (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly name-brand clothes. I don’t have a crush on Simon Snow and he’s definitely not the love of my life. I was walking outside Watford. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of third years stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.
So my current job is as a waiter at a restaurant that happens to be right by a professional theatre. Sometimes we’ll get the people who do their shows in for lunch/dinner. I always love serving these people because when do I not love talking about theater?
One Wednesday I look in our reservation book and I see that we have a reservation for 4 pm for 4 people. Now 4 pm is a really weird time bc it’s too late for lunch and a little early for dinner, so that time was usually when I would take my food break. So I was already like “ok who’s making a reservation at 4 pm…”
So it’s 4 o clock and the reservation comes in. It’s a man with three elderly women, I assumed his mother and/or his aunts. I was the only waiter there, so I sat them, and as soon as I sat them down, I overhear them talking about the current show at the professional theatre (which was Clue) so I smile and as I go over ready to serve them I say “Are you going to see Clue?” And all the women point at the man excitedly and said “He’s in it!”
So I start talking to this man (who’s name is Kevin) and I find out that he’s playing Col Mustard, and I tell him that I love musicals and that’s why I’m waiting tables so I can move up to NY.
He asks me…
“Did you see Newsies?”
And I’m pretty sure I looked like I was about to burst into tears as I tell him “It’s my favorite musical!” And as he says that he was in it, I realized who he was.
THIS WAS TEDDY FRICKING ROOSEVELT.
I WAS WAITING ON THE MAN WHO PLAYED TEDDY ROOSEVELT ON BROADWAY AND IN THE MOVIE.
So my little nerd heart couldn’t take it and thank god I didn’t have any more tables bc I was so engrossed in talking to him about when I saw Newsies and how much I loved it and how much he loved it. And all the while he’s looking at me with a look that clearly said that I reminded him of himself when he was my age.
Unfortunately our talk was cut short bc he had a show to get to and I had a shift to finish. So two amazing things happen:
1.) he tells me to aDD HIM ON FACEBOOK. WHICH I DID. AND NOW I HAVE A MUTUAL FRIEND WITH EVERY SINGLE NEWSIE EVER.
2.) When he gets up to leave, I shake his hand. I shook the hand of the guy who played Teddy Roosevelt in the Newsies movie. And I fangirled over him. In that moment, I *WAS* Jack Kelly.
That is the end. I’m sorry I don’t know how to end stories I suck at endings but like this was definitely one of the best moments of my life and I love how much he appreciated it and wasn’t freaked out by my fangirling. Like honestly Newsies are the best.
*slams fists on table* THRANDUIL MOST DEFINITELY MAKES NOISE IN THE BEDROOM. DO N.O.T TELL ME DIFFERENTLY!! I FIRMLY BELIEVE THAT HE IS THE TYPE OF MAN TO HAVE YOU RIDE HIM AND HE WOULD DEFINITELY CALL YOU “My Love” AND moAN LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT BECAUSE HES STOIC IN THE STREETS BUT FRISKY IN THE SHEETS MKAY LADIES AND GENTS?!?