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anonymous asked:

What is Hamlet's age?

This is one of those famous critical questions. The most overt mention of Hamlet’s age the gravedigger scene:

Hamlet: How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
Clown:   Of the days i’th’ year I came to’t that out last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Hamlet:  How long is that since?
Clown:    Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that! It was the very day that young Hamlet was born  (5.1.133-39)

… followed a little later with ‘I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years’ (5.1.152-3)

This matches with the anecdote about Yorick. According to the gravedigger, Yorick’s ‘skull has lain in the earth three-and-twenty years’ (5.1.159-60), and Hamlet says ‘He hath borne me on his back a thousand times’ (5.1.172-3). It figures then that Yorick died when Hamlet was about 7. So Hamlet is 30.

There are some significant textual variations in the other versions though. For instance, in the first quarto, the conversation between Hamlet and the gravedigger is a lot shorter. There’s no reference to the day Hamlet was born, or to how long the gravedigger has been sexton, but Yorick’s skull is referred to when the sexton digs it up and says ‘Look you, here’s a skull hath been here this dozen year - ay, ever since our last King Hamlet slew Fortenbrasse in combat. (16.87-88). It’s not explicit, but if Yorick has only been dead 12 years it does suggest a younger Hamlet. 

The folio version has the same exchange between Hamlet and the gravedigger as the second quarto version, but it says ‘…here in Denmark. I have been sixteene here, man and boy, thirty years’ (5.1.159-60). The ‘sixteene’ may be an odd spelling of ‘sexton’, or possibly he’s claiming that he’s been a man in Denmark for sixteen years, thirty years if he counts the years of his boyhood. The spelling possibility is more likely given that he then goes on to say that Yorick’s ‘skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years’ (5.1.170-71): if he knows that, he’s probably been gravedigging for as long.

The general evidence from this scene suggests that Hamlet is 30. And there are plenty of people who are satisfied with this answer.

But it doesn’t quite square with a number of other factors. Horatio calls him ‘young Hamlet’ (1.1.169), Laertes says Hamlet’s affections are ‘A violet in the youth of primy nature’ (1.3.7), Polonius says ‘he is young’ (1.3.123), the ghost refers to Hamlet’s ‘young blood’ (1.5.16), Claudius calls him the ‘mad young man’ (4.1.19), and, of course, the gravedigger calls him ‘young Hamlet’ (5.1.139), but of course this last one might be a way of differentiating him from Hamlet senior. 

30 might not be exactly ‘old’ for us, but it’s certainly not ‘young’ by early modern standards… and there’s the additional fact that Hamlet has just been at  ‘school in Wittenburg’ (1.1.113). The university system was quite different to how it is today, so that most university students, and certainly most royalty, would have been at university in their teens, certainly not after they hit 20. 

So is Hamlet a teenager, or is he 30? Have 10 years passed from the beginning of the play to the end? Not likely. One suggestion is that when it came to giving Hamlet a specific age they matched it with how Burbage looked when he played the part. The audience probably won’t notice the disparity in passing. Another suggestion is that the 10 years of aging implies a sort of symbolic maturity, or that the earlier parts of the play suit the temperament of a younger man and the later parts someone with a little more gravitas. In other words, there’s no correct answer. You can accept the simplest answer and go with 30, insist on a teenage Hamlet, accept no particular answer, or settle for the idea that Hamlet’s age is more fluid and metaphorical

When you've sinned, don't put off repentance, acknowledge it so you can work on it

“Follow not thine own mind and thy strength, to walk in the ways of thy heart: and say not, Who shall control me for my works? for the Lord will surely revenge thy pride. Say not, I have sinned, and what harm hath happened unto me? for the Lord is longsuffering, he will in no wise let thee go. Concerning propitiation, be not without fear to add sin unto sin: and say not, His mercy is great; he will be pacified for the multitude of my sins: for mercy and wrath come from him, and his indignation resteth upon sinners. Make no tarrying to turn to the Lord, and put not off from day to day: for suddenly shall the wrath of the Lord come forth, and in thy security thou shalt be destroyed, and perish in the day of vengeance.” - Ecclesiasticus‬ ‭5:2-7‬ ‭


Our party of two just failed to stop a Necromancer from summoning a high-level Ilithid from being summoned.

Player: *falls to his knees* MASTER!

Ilithid: Who hath summoned me to this plane?

Player: *rolls nat 19+6 AP for bluff* IT WAS I!!

Necromancer/DM: *mouth agape due to absolute bullshitry*

Ilithid/DM: *fails sense motive* Rise my loyal follower.

Necromancer: Bu-But it was me–

Ilithid/DM: *sucks Necromancer’s brain through forehead"

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned - A (mostly) coherent rant!

There’s a reason why that ancient adage still holds weight. Because it’s true.

There is not a creature more dangerous, more deadly or more destructive on earth than a woman who hungers for vengeance. When she thirsts for blood, she will do whatever it takes to make a river of red flow. When she wants justice, she will do whatever it takes to see it is meted out. And when she wants to protect her own, she will do whatever it takes to protect her own and god save anyone who even dares defy her.

She will make you bleed with a smile on her face and wine in her hand.

This entire episode, all of it, made me see that side of Felicity completely for the first time. Digg is her brother and friend, and someone messed with him. She ate them alive.

We’d been getting glimpses of her struggle with the darkness inside her, her moral dilemmas, her swinging decision, but for the first time, I saw her accept, embrace and glory in her darkness.

It was fucking beautiful.

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Dante’s Inferno – THE DELETED CANTO

And then the poet took me by the shoulder, and withdrew a slip of parchment from the wall.

“We are number eighty-and-three, let us go and find a place to seat ourselves,” that great master announced. He guided the both of us to a group of seated sufferers.

Poor, bloated beings, all anchored to blue chairs, their sweat forming paste on their red, sun-scourged skin, adhered to the plastic. Fated to restlessly toil for eternity as lethargic gatekeepers above bellow out number after number, but never the one that might set them free of this agony, here they wait, now hour after hour, now day after day, in a humid swamp of their own collective breathing.

“What is this beige furness of despair that thou hath taken me?,” I asked my Lord, “For after having witnessed the center of the inferno itself, even now, that infernal suffering doth not compare to that which I witness here.” 

“This, my dear companion, is The DMV,” the great master informed me.

anonymous asked:

Hilary, I am crying over Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil and the smol human love of his life who will not fall for his bullshit and can basically make him dance with a single raise of her (perfect) eyebrows. I'll die once they date because I am one-thousand percent sure he'll be going for all of the boyfriend-of-the-year awards and be ADORABLE and bring her flowers and be even more heart-eyes over her and then turn around and put the fear of god into someone and I just CANNOT with this dork.




(let us not even mention Tom and Lauren recording a valentine’s day message and their “OHHHH!!!!!” when she figures out how to make hearts cascade over the screen and the girl emoji give a valentine to the guy emoji, for it hath slain me verily most dead.)

like, I’ve said it before, but I am a massive MASSIVE sucker for ships in which the guy is like really old (hundreds + years) and has crossed realms and done magical/supernatural things/is totally unimpressed by nearly everybody, AND THEN smol human walks into his life and he’s just… totally helplessly smitten? from day one?? GIVE ME ALL OF IT I WILL EAT IT UP WITH A SPOON???

aka, I never expected to be complete trash for the devil and his girlfriend and now it’s too late for me, run save yourselves

I drew people’s object ocs :,) Here are the wonderful owners:

Hourglass = @dhmis-hath-consumed

Bottle = @plantaplants

King (Jorunal?) = @me-phone

(the tag doesnt work im gonna cry)

Music Box = @icemintfreeze

Quaver = @broadwayshipper

Whipped Cream = @doodle-cluelesss

Soda = @sad-objects

Gift Box = @yoyle-cake

Muggy = @ask-blue-and-co

Flytrap = @pyrofly-actual-garbage

Prism = @art-tart-taffyness

Rubik’s Cube = @cutepuppetparty

Finder = @papiomikes–warehouse

Stickynote = @ditzy-derpi

VCR Tape = @paper-wander

Flowerpot = mine

MP3 = @zealzealous

Teabag = @mmahinadraws

You’re all amazing people and I JUST WANT Y’ALL TO BE HAPPY DAMMIT

2017 ahead, loved ones!

The Lord Jesus is faithful :’) Every moment of every day in every week of every month of every year. History reveals His glory and our desperate need of His grace. 2016 is no different. The Lord Jesus continues to redeem, to restore, to enable, and to love.

So I will sing praise to Your name forever, that I may pay my vows day by day. (Psalm 61:8 NASB)

Amazing Grace - John Newton

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

Sing praise! 2017 has the same promise of hope because the Lord Jesus reigns 💛

A happy, blessed new year!