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macbeth really is such a fascinating guy because when he's thinking about doing the murder he actually sits with himself for a second and goes "if i do this, i'm signing over my immortal soul, and i'm probably going to be miserable with guilt" and then he does it and is miserable with guilt. and it makes him very very interesting! because it's not an impulse thing! he knows! so what makes a person make that choice? what amount of personal ambition, what lust for glory, what amount of wifely-pressure-fueled conception-of-masculinity-as-violence can get someone to do that?

because it isn't idiocy. he knows damn well. and none of his asides, none of his elaborate visually-fantastical speeches or deft metaphors, are the words of a blundering dumbass. personally, i think the core of macbeth is exactly what we find out before he ever steps on stage: he's a soldier, and more than that, he;s a killer. and he's extremely good at it. fuck diplomacy--basically every single problem he faces in the play is one he tries to kill his way out of, because it's the only strategy he knows. at some point, i don't even think it's just manhood-as-violence for him; it's personhood-as-violence. in 3.1 he threatens to get into the lists against fate, against the price of his own defiled soul; at the end, he resolves to go down fighting no matter what. as much as people love to joke about macbeth being foolhardy and easily-pressured and not looking more than five minutes into the future--the guy knows. but all he's ever done, all he can do, is fight. he's not a fool. he's a machine.

but also, fascination aside, what the fuck is wrong with him lmfao my guy you KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN

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being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

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i gotta remember this

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You know the problem with reading a book? You get hooked and then it ends and you feel sad

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Listen what if. What if mihawk got de-aged or soemthing and zosan forced temp parents

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Community reference aaaay

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Many have written about how Karlach throws Astarion, well… Don't worry, no Astarions were harmed! But I can't say the same about Gortash…

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why is bilbo called the burglar

why cant they call him the robbit 

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Foolish boy. Don’t you know anything about Fantasia? It’s the world of human fantasy. Every part… Every creature of it is, a piece of the dreams and hopes of mankind. Therefore, it has no boundaries.

THE NEVERENDING STORY (1984)

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listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it's still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.

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let's get ✨vulnerable✨

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Magrat Garlick is one of those characters who I didn't particularly like at first but really grew on me. She truly is the pathetic wet little meow meow. She spends 95% of every book getting criticized and trying to be something she's not. But that other 5%. Oh that 5%. In each book, she gets one badass scene, escalating with each book. First, she turns a door into a tree, something that impresses even Weatherwax. Then, she clocks a pair of snake-lady-monsters. And then, in Lords and Ladies, the piece de resistance: After spending the whole book worrying about how she's going to be a wife and a queen, her stress is topped off with an attack of otherworldly monsters, the elves. Magrat finds the armor of an old warrior queen (and experiences something described in my opinion suspiciously like gender euphoria), puts it on, and then starts carving a path through elves until she personally gets into a fist fight with their god-queen. She's a wet hen. She's a wet hen. She's a vixen in a corner. She's an angry mongoose. Her name was supposed to be Margaret but her mom was bad at spelling. She knows a spell to fill people's bones with hot lead. She is truly one of the characters of all time.

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Human Observation Log 53

Several crewmates have witnessed Human Carter thanking the automatic doors and food replicators, as well as apologizing to a table after running into it. When asked why they did such a thing, Human Carter said it was because they’re ‘Canadian’. Human Rielly informed me that Canadians are part of a religious sect that worship inanimate objects. The offerings made to the silicon fern now make much more sense.

Carter’s Journal: entry 89

I accidentally apologized to the table again after running into it. I don’t know why I keep running into it but it’s driving me crazy. Next time I might just kick it out of spite. Several crewmates have started thanking the replicator, which I think is actually very sweet of them. I’m still feeding the plant in the Galley. Jonson thinks it’s weird but I swear that thing is actually an alien. The food disappears every time and I’m not about to be eaten by a carnivorous fern several hundred lightyears away from home. If I wanted that I would have stayed stationed on Galzabab.

Rielly's Journal: Entry 92.

So I have about half the crew converted to Canadianism and the other half mimicking Carter out of respect for his beliefs. I can’t wait to see what happens when Carter finally loses it and breaks the table. I’ve been moving it a little every day. They still think the plastic fern is alive too. I’ve been eating all the offerings and today Jonson tried to explain that it was plastic and not an alien and half the Galley started yelling at them for challenging Carter’s beliefs. Jonson just sat there gobsmacked for a good ten minutes. Another great day in space.

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Poetry is hard.