Ok def was not expecting this level of relatability

*submits this to the library of congress as a culturally, historically or aesthetically significant film*

Doctor Who AU where the companions unionize and Donna and Martha start a YouTube channel

i don’t think we can gaslight gatekeep girlboss our way out of this one boys

self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism

specific favorite dynamic is “depressed person and the immoral but funny parasite monster/alien theyre host to”

well,

coping with the pain of living by being a little silly

*stands mezmerized in the lowes lighting fixtures section*

god is real

Everyone who reblogged this is a moth

Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.

This idea would go fantastically well with my director’s idea that Hamlet knows the whole time that he’s in a play. He had me (when I played Hamlet) interact with the audience, exchange looks with people in the front row, deliver my soliloquies to people in the first few rows casually like I was just talking to them, and I even had the idea to not freeze and just walk about the stage when other characters had their little ‘asides,’ which he allowed me to keep in.

Basically, if Hamlet continuously acknowledges the audience unnoticed by all the other characters (almost Fleabag-style) and then suddenly he’s gone, and obviously he knew he’d have to be gone at the end, and then poor Horatio is left all alone to finally realize there was someone else there the entire time, now that would make it all the more devastating.

There’s no difference between the Danish courtiers, who showed up because they wanted to see the Mad Prince get his butt kicked in a staged sword-fight, and us the audience (who… also showed up to watch Hamlet loose a sword fight.) 

I want to see a production where Horatio just stares at us, and screams “Now cracks a noble heart!” with the subtext “You fucking fuckers. He was better than all of you, you watched him die, and you just stood there.

Then, he just silently cries over the body. For like FIVE MINUTES. And the courtiers peel away into the wings, one by one, until Horatio is alone on stage with a lot of dead bodies. It starts getting uncomfortable. You’re thinking… is the play over? Am I supposed to go? (hamlet is just about the *only* play where the final scene is cut about 50% time, so use that uncertainty, use that ambiguity.) Maybe some people do get up to go. There’s definitely muttering. And then there’s smashing sounds coming from the direction of the box office, and Horatio looks up, with an expression like something’s gone wrong. 

But then he says, “Why do the drums come hither?” Fortinbras enters though the audience, and the play continues. 

(I *also* think it would be really cool to cut for intermission right after Claudius freaks out and breaks up the play-within-a-play. Just imagine it: king yells “Lights! Lights! Lights!” And the houselights come up.) 

All good. And also–

As Hamlet is dying in Horatio’s arms, he puts his hand on Horatio’s face and turns it toward us. And that’s when Horatio sees the theater.

thinking about “you haven’t met all the people who will love you” and like!!! you also haven’t found all the things that will make you happy!!!! there will always be new authors and musicians and artists whose work you will one day discover and love!!!! there will always be new hobbies and skills for you to learn and feel fulfilled by!!! there will always be new things around the corner that will bring sudden and unexpected happiness!!!!!!!!!!!

inclusivity win! the artist who painted that cursed portrait of you which shows all the innermost corruption of your soul in gradual decay is gay!

*missing the charging port on my phone* don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it

I think the most damage this site has done to me is making me think "It's fucken wimdy" when it is, in fact, fucken wimdy outside.

Fun fact: There is an ancient Greek goddess of friendship. Her name is Philotes.

Double fun fact: She's a daughter of Nyx. Her siblings include Thanatos (god of death), Nemesis (goddess of retribution/revenge), Momus (god of mockery), Apate (goddess of deceit), and Oizys (goddess of depression and misery).

that's just what gay friend groups are like

actually fuck this *joins the muppets*

oh to be a greek woman dropping whatever i’m doing to follow meryl streep as she leads a chorus of women singing dancing queen

tbh sometimes u just gotta let me be dramatic. bcos i Will get over it! but let me be dramatic first.