Claudius is the anti-thesis of metatheatre. I was thinking about reading Claudius’s repentance and prayer monologue as obviously fake and suddenly it all clicked into place. Claudius doesn’t play along with how metatheatre works. He knows right from the beginning that Hamlet is faking his madness. He knows shit’s about to go down in the play. When Laertes learns that Hamlet comes back and he’s raving that he’s about to cut his throat i’ th’ church Claudius is like wow you kids are so dramatic, here’s a better thought out plan. I mean, you could just read this as a bored no-bullshit Claudius. He responds to the actual play-within the play with “right, I’m king and you’re deported”. Every time Hamlet goes off on a you can smile on the outside and be a villain inside rant, Claudius’s reaction basically “…okay moving on”. In a play that is all about reflection with almost every character abiding by metatheatre rules, Claudius is never lured into it. I think that’s meant to show he’s remorseless or he cannot reflect on his actions or something.
me: *thinks about Grima while doing the dishes* what if Morgan came to the past and didn’t lose her memories but still got separated from the rest of the children, but then Grima from alternate future got into trouble and had to possess Morgan when Robin’s body was damaged, and ran away to the past, too. And then he found the real Morgan and murdered her and started to pretend he’s her (having her body ofc) and he faked his amnesia just to avoid bothering with lying about Morgan’s childhood because he obviously didn’t know all of the details and it would be suspicious if suddenly Morgan began to tangle herself in her memories. Her “ouch, my head, but wow I remember something!” WAS A LIE And then Robin sacrifices himself, wakes up in the field, Chrom picks him up, they hug and Robin cries because finally everything is over, they won, he’s free of the fell blood, grima is gone. And then there’s Morgan standing next to them and she’s like
me: looks down at the dishes. There’s a knife in my hand,
imagine pocket-sized jimin suddenly running across your table, holding up a toothpick like a sword and dramatically shouting “it is i, jimin!! and i am here to fight away your negative emotions!!!!!” and pocket-sized jungkook would pop out of nowhere in a huge black oversized tee screaming “yOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!!!!”. they would proceed to playfight with their toothpick swords and it would end with jimin pretending to stab jungkook in the heart, causing him to dramatically fall to the ground. both of them would erupt into loud laughter and they would remind you that they loved you and they hoped you feel better soon before running away and leaving you with a silly grin on your face.
*Lydia, Allison, Theo, Isaac, Scott, Liam and Kira.
LYDIA: “Y/N!” She yelled, running to your side. “Whats wrong?” She finished, wrapping her arms around you. She knew that you were on the verge of tears. “Nothing- it’s its noting.” You tried, but she wouldn’t buy it. “Babe, please.” You sighed. “(bitches name) won’t stop making fun of me because I’m gay.” “How about we go home, be lesbians and cuddle.” She offered, already coming up with ten different ways to kill (bitches name.)
ALLISON: “What are the flowers for?” Her dad asked. Allison looked at him like a deer in headlights. “Oh, c’mon. They can’t be for me because its not my birthday, or fathers day. So who are they for?” “Y/n, she missed school because she doesn’t feel good, so I am going to be a good girlfriend and give her flowers.” She said, her focus going back to the arrangement. “I thought she hated flowers.” Allison froze. “Just messing with ya,” Her dad teased making her roll her eyes.
ISAAC: “Isaac,” Scott said angrily, marching after the tall boy. “You just can’t go around beating up the people who you don’t like.” The taller boy didn’t care. “He hurt y/n, he got what he deserved.” Isaac just wanted life to be perfect for his love. He wanted a smooth road to laid out for her, with no one to destroy her glorious smile. “Still-” “If he didn’t want a broken nose he shouldn’t have said those things to her.”
THEO: “it’s okay..” Your boyfriend said, “Just because you got one bad mark on a test won’t ruin your dream of being my queen.’ He said as you both were cuddling on his bed. “Who said being your queen was apart of my dreams?” You joked. “I’m wounded.” He joked, “How ever will I recover?”
SCOTT: “So being around werewolf’s that could possibly end you, doesn’t upset you but storms do?” Scott teased. It was in the dead of night, Scott had kept you up watching movies, the night was perfect, until a thunderstorm had to come and ruin it. “Oh shut up,” You mumbled, flinching a bit when a roll of thunder came. “Aw its okay,” He chucked, pulling you closer to his chest. “I’ll protect you.”
Liam: “Hey,” You heard your boyfriend say, walking up behind you. “Are you still mad at me?” He took your silence as a ‘no’. “Look Y/N-” “Look Liam, I am glad that you got that guy off my back but beating him up? I could have handled the situation by my self.” All he could do was look at the ground, knowing what he did was wrong the second he threw the first punch. “I got you a card,” He says, handing you a piece of paper that was folded in half. “I am sorry for beating him up and I love you so.” It read on the front, making you smile. “Hallmark doesn’t make those kinds so cards so I had to do it myself.”
Kira: “Hey y/n are you okay?” Your girlfriend asked you, it was the end of the day and you wanted nothing more than to end the horrid day. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Kira knew you weren’t doing fine. Your happy smile wasn’t on your face, you were giving out short answers. “C’mon. please tell me.” “Why do you even want to know?” You asked her. “’Cause I hate seeing the woman I love upset.”
Seriously, stop. It makes me sad seeing my art being edited + they removed my f*** SIGNATURE. Why don’t you people stop being jerks and instead respect us artists? We work our butts out on the things we LOVE to do and we spend several hours on every single piece of art we make.
Keep in mind that making art is HARD and it’s very frustrating to see MY art being reposted behind my back.
Just stop it already. What do you art thieves want?? A WAR??? :’(
Congratulations, you just made me hella mad 😡
Cloud wasn’t exactly sure how to take his exam results. It was a lot better than the all out rejection from his first try (and he knew Zack had to kiss a lot of ass to let him try in the second try surprises) but it wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for.
“You results were higher than expected,” Cloud read, “but due to your low absorbtion rate and current eye handicap-”
“It’s a safety issue,” Zack pointed out, “wouldn’t want you in a mako coma or something…or loosing an eye."
"We recommend you try for…what the fuck is Basecom?"
"Ooh,” Zack said, “They want you for Base Communicator?”
“What. The Fuck. Is it?” Cloud asked.
“It’s like…a jack of all trades position,” Zack said, “You learn how everything works and communicate with guys on missions to make sure they know what’s going on. You learn a lot faster than normal Thirds is what it means. And you get a hell of a lot more training time. This is, like, the best option you could have gotten Cloud."
"It sounds like they’re making me a secretary,” Cloud said.
“…Eh, kinda,” Zack admitted, “you won’t see much combat, but you figure out how SOLDIER works and get promoted a lot faster as Basecom. Angeal was one.” Cloud nodded.
“It’s a good position, Cloud,” Zack said, “Imagine…all of the SOLDIERs out on the field right now are like…a giant wheel.”
“And I’m the axel in the middle making sure they turn,” Cloud finished.
“Exactly!” Zack said, “you meet with pretty much all the higher ups a lot and you talk with the guys out there doing missions and everybody likes you because you tell them what to do and how to do it. It’s a good position."
"So…a middle man,” Cloud said. Zack nodded.
It didn’t sound too bad, and if Zack was right he’d be caught up in no time with all the supposed extra training time he had.