#Gamlet

[alcestas-sloboda]

The occupant lost his head from my country’s beauty.

Gamlet. 2022.

[imkeepinit]

untitled (2011) by Gamlet Khoudaverdian

[theoutcastrogue]

I didn't suggest it at first because if your goal is to prepare for Merry and Pippin Are Dead (I am so happy for you and also so jealous), you'll probably want something faithful and in English BUT

if you ever want a really good and really poetic take on Hamlet, watch the Russian one, by Kozintsev (1964). It's based on a Pasternak translation and it's shorter, but it's amazing.

Okay so I'm seeing a production of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead later this week and know literally nothing about it beyond the one-sentence summary and the fact that it's long enough to require two intermissions.

Opening to the floor suggestions on which production of Hamlet I should watch beforehand.

[obsessioncollector]

In good old Andrey Kroneberg’s Russian translation, 1844—the joy of Pnin’s youth, and of his father’s and grandfather’s young days! And here, as in the Kostromskoy passage, there is, we recollect, also a willow and also wreaths. But where to check properly? Alas, “Gamlet” Vil’yama Shekspira had not been acquired by Mr. Todd, was not represented in Waindell College Library, and whenever you were reduced to look up something in the English version, you never found this or that beautiful, noble, sonorous line that you remembered all your life from Kroneberg’s text in Vengerov’s splendid edition. Sad!

Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin

[mysterio-lucky]

A Recycled Ragdoll

Re-written by mysterio-lucky (Aka Maxwell, and yes, the original was also mine. I promise you, this version is WAY better. 💀)

Moxy stepped into the institute of perfection, the weird set-standard city that rejected her the minute she arrived; at least the slide was still as fun as the first time. She stepped up to the machine, the exact same one that malfunctioned the first time, coincidently. The Machine didn't blow up in her face this time, no no. Now Moxy was "perfect." That machine was programmed to pamper people like her now.

The Machine spoke. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕." Moxy wasn't too surprised. She had always been the crafty type; the recycling bin didn't change that. A few of the dolls looked at her weirdly; not because of her appearance, but because it wasn't every day a doll got a more creative job. A few of the dolls made small talk about the new doll, whispering to each other. "Say, does her hair look familiar to you two?" The other boys nodded. "Honestly...kind of. Do you think she looks sorta simaller to that ragdoll girl?" The two boys quietly gasped. "Jesus Christ, she does!" The boys kept whispering as Moxy simply whipped her hair and strutted to where the lessons took place, at least whereshe last remembered they did. How was she supposed to be caught up to date on all Lou's renovations? She wasn't scared of anyone finding out it was her. In fact, she was counting on it. She was waiting for the moment to see the fear and regretins Lou's eyes, and besides, she wasn't here to make friend. Thee people at the institute were too judgmental for her liking. Even if she was "perfect" now and wouldn't face it herself, she'd still rather not be around people who looked at the world so narrowly. Moxy was here for one thing, and that was to get a place in the gamlet. If Lou was right about one thing, 𝙞𝙩 ��𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥.

It was getting late at the institute, and Moxy wasn't exactly sure where everyone was supposed to go. She groaned. It looked like it was back the the old supplies room. Some things never changed. Moxy walked into the room, closing the door behind her; laying down on some of the boxes beforing hearing a yelp. "WOAH! Sorry, I didn't know this place was taken." Moxy's eyes widened. Was that Lucky Bat!? "Hey, calm down! It's okay, I just went into the supplies room because I didn't know where all the other dolls designated spots were." Lucky Bat nodded, smiling at her. He was still oblivious of her true identity; not that that was shocking, anyway. "Alrighty, then!Say, have you seen a pink doll with a ragdoll kind of exterior? It's kind of similar to me? Maybe she's been running around the institute by chance? She was of threat of getting recycled about a year ago, and I'm afraid we're too late..." Moxy looked at the ground, saddened. She knew he wouldn't believe it was her; at the same time, she didn't want to scare him. She thought of a quick story, hoping it would fool him. "I did, actually! She came back recently, and Lou's actually letting her run the gamlet. He was stubborn about letting her, but I guess he's just given up on trying to stop her. She's too stubborn to give up at this point." She wasn't exactly fibbing. She did recently come back, and she did meet Lou's expectations now, as fucking stupid as they were; she most likely could participate now. Lucky Bat sighed in relief, tearing up. "Oh my goodness, that's such a relief! I thought she was gone, well, forever. I can't believe this! I also can't help but be suspicious of Lou's sudden cooperative nature, though " He looked away for a second. "Could you do me a favor, dolly? Keep an eye on her for me. I don't want to risk her finding herself in danger again." Moxy smiled, giving him a reasuring nod. "Honestly, I don't trust that Louis, either. I haven't heard anything good about that prick that I couldn't pin-point as utteral bullshit." She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, though! If he knows one thing, it's that she's unstoppable. Word about Moxy gets around fast here; it seems like she's a popular subject." Lucky Bat smiled. "Yeah, that's sounds like my girl." He went towards the door. "In that case, I'm gonna go find her. Say, what's your name?" Moxy chuckled. "Coincidentally, my name's also Moxy. Nice meeting you!" Lucky Bat nodded. "It sure was. Thanks a bunch! I'm Lucky Bat, before I go. I totally appreciate this, like, SO MUCH. Thank you!!" He closed the door as he started running in excitement. Moxy's smile soon turned into a frown. Lucky Bat was never gonna find Moxy; not the one he remembered, anyway. There's no way he'd believe she got recycled and then somehow kept all her memory, so she basically told him that just to disappoint him. She sighed as she crossed her arms behind her head, slowly falling asleep as she felt a tear run down her cheek. He lost his forever friend, but here she was.

Right.

Fucking.

HERE.

Crying herself to sleep, she prayed her friends would be okay. She missed them so much.

Moxy woke up the next day, feeling better than she did yesterday. Pumped up, she ran to where the lessons would be held. She sat herself in a desk in the third row, smiling menacingly as Lou got up on stage. Today was going to be fun. Lou adjusted his tie as he soon began to explain the lesson. "Good morning, everybody! I see some new faces in the crowd, and wow, this is new; I can't see a single imperfection about any of you!" Moxy chuckled. Oh, how the tables have turned. "I'm glad to see the improvement. Now, let's hope you don't unlock any bruises during today's lessons! We're going through one messy obstacle course, ladies and gentlemen! And believe me, getting through that without a single mark is your ticket to avoid in the wash, and believe me, you want to stay out of there..." He made his way towards the washer, explaining the whole consept as she previously remembered. Moxy sighed, already knowing all of this from her first visit. Once Lou was done explaining, he handed everyone a sewing pin as he explained the challenge. Moxy gave a determined smile as she looked at the pin, she knew she could do this, especially without any of Lou's biased cheats againsther being a problem. "I see the determination in your eyes, ma'am. I like it!" Lou took a closer look at her. "Say, have we met before? I swear, something about you is so familiar." Moxy shrugged. "I was made literally yesterday, so I don't think that's possible." She didn't want Lou to know who she was just yet, she wanted to wait for the perfect moment for the grand reveal, after all. "Alrighty then...everyone, to the starting line!" Everyone nodded as they made their way there, getting ready to run. "Remember, if you get a single mark, it's straight to the wash!" Moxy rolled her eyes. "On your marks, get set, go!" Moxy almost immediately took the lead, speeding through the course with ease. It was definitely helping now that she had a more human figure. It put her stubby legs having to master this to shame, although she was definitely proud of herself for powering through her past phizique. Now she was a pro, seemingly no flaws in her way in the current moment. Moxy jumped onto the Trampoline, back-flipping past the finish line. She karate chopping it aggressively before posing innocently in front of Lou, just to be a little comedic. "That was amazing! What's your name? My goodness, that was the best I've seen in years! There's no way you're knew here." Moxy smiled, it seemed like now was the perfect time. She cleared her throught, smiling proudly. "Maybe because I'm not! Check your memory slots, cutie!" She posed with her sewing nail, giving her classic smile. Lou stood there for a good minute, thinking back to every single traing session he'd ever done. He looked over her in search for any unique ideas, until he spotted one, then two. Those little hair curles, and that-

Stupid.

Fucking.

Ahoge.

He suddenly went into complete shock, slowly thinking over every single memory between the two. It was all coming back to him. "Moxy...?" She smirked. "Long time no see, Louis..." Lou's face soon went from shock to a bright smile, confusing Moxy. This was off-putting. REALLY off-putting. "What?" Moxy pulled out her needle, pointing it at Lou's throat. "planning something?" He jumped back a bit in suprise of her threat. "Woah there, needle down!" Going into a wide-eye smile, he stood back up from his croutched position. He looked...overjoyed. "I knew it...." Moxy looked at him weirdly. For fucks sake, Lou was weird enough on his own, but whatever this was was something else. "You know what? Spill it, Louis." He gave his classic smile. "That we'd see each other again. And please, darling. Just say Lou. You know how much I hate that name." He went to hug the determined girl. Moxy pulled back, before she awkwardly hugged him back. "Welcome back, Moxy..." Moxy stood there, not scared or happy...just confused. What in the actual fuck just happened? Lou smiled, adjusting his tie as he stared down at the still relatively short Moxy we know.

"𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣..."

[guest2621]

Remember my BBJC fanfic "The Convenient Store"? Here's their spacesuit design!

And here's each comment I had while drawing all of them

Rocket: I have 0 skills of drawing a rocket so I traced a rocket that I found online

And now for them:

Some of their design was based on their playlist desc

Jean: I based his looks from my fic "The Convenient Store"

Wild: I headcanon him as Chinese, but when I saw his concept art, he IS going to be one, concept art him liked Tai Chi, so I made him like Wushu as a replacement

Nun-chuck: She don't want to be creative, since her villain name was alr Nun-chuck I'll give her a Nun spacesuit

Belle: I don't want her head to look like a disco ball, so a disco ball tank would be neat, vaporwave was also inspired in her spacesuit. (Wild doesn't want Belle to put a crown on her head but he let her anyways because she promised Wild that if someone asked them if she was the leader, she would decline and say that it's him)

Magnus/Svengenace :His spikes won't puncture anything(when I was searching for inspiration, all I see was girl skates and skateboard...) Also I can't make him too spiky, I have trypophobia but with lines

Stronghold: I'm dying when I saw his playlist, his playlist is so full of himself 💀 I'm going to give him his original metal gamlets because I get nothing from him other than hot-headed and full of himself. (and sweet to people that he was VERY CLOSE with)

[rfsnyder]

Gamlet Khoudaverdian

[businesspr]

Street Artist Documents War in Ukraine, One Stark Mural at a Time

Using ruins as his canvas, Gamlet Zinkivskyi has captured life in wartime Ukraine in dozens of grim, gripping and harshly beautiful paintings. “Broken, but invincible,” read one captioned work. source https://www.nytimes.com/2024/09/07/world/europe/kharkiv-ukraine-street-art.html

[7ooo-ru]

«Королю Льву» — 30 лет: как создавался шедевр Disney и при чем здесь «Гамлет»

Авторы не рассчитывали на успех проекта, но его ждало великое будущее.

Подробнее https://7ooo.ru/group/2024/06/12/764-korolyu-lvu-30-let-kak-sozdavalsya-shedevr-disney-i-pri-chem-zdes-gamlet-grss-315740532.html

[amor-delirium]

https://www.behance.net/danadarko — welcome to my art portfolio ♡

[mozart-1053]

[highlifestyleindia]

Ukrainian artist uses his creative genius to condemn the attack by Russia

[antonio-m]

Gamlet Khoudaverdian. Armenian-American painter. Los Angeles, CA.

[mysterio-lucky]

(This is the original! PLEASE, go see the new one. It's pinned on top of my profile and it's WAY better than this.)

𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒚𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒙𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒇𝒊𝒍, 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏? 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕? 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, "𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘", 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆?

Moxy stepped into the institute of perfection, the weird set-standard city that rejected her the minute she arrived, at least the slide was still as fun as the first time. She stepped up to the machine, the exact same one that malfunctioned the first time, coincidently, although the Machine didn't blow up in her face this time, no no, now Moxy was "perfect", and that machine was programed to pamper people like her now. The Machine spoke.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕." Moxy wasn't to surprised, she had always been the crafty type, the Recycling bin didn't change that. A few of the dolls looked at her weirdly, not because of her appearance, but because it wasn't everyday a doll got a more creative job. A few of the dolls made small talk about the new doll, whispering to each other. "Say, does her hair look familiar to you two?" The other boys nodded. "Honestly...kinda, yeah-" Moxy simply whipped her hair and strutted to where the lessons take place. She wasn't scared of anyone finding out it was her, in fact she was counting on it. She was waiting for the moment to see the fear and regret is Lou's eyes, and besides, she wasn't here to make friends, the people at the institute were too judgmental for her liking, even if she was "perfect" now and wouldn't face it, she'd still rather not be around people who would be willing to do that. Moxy was here for one thing, and that was to pace the gamlet. If Lou was right about one thing, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥.

It was getting late at the institute, and Moxy wasn't exactly sure where everyone was supposed to go, she groaned, looks like it was back the the old supplies room. Moxy walked into the room closing the door behind her, laying down on some of the boxes beforing hearing a yelp. "WOAH! Sorry, I didn't know this place was taken." Moxy's eyes widened, was that Lucky Bat!? "Hey, calm down! It's okay, I just went into the supplies room because I didn't know where all the other dolls designated spots were." Lucky Bat nodded, smiling. "Alrighty then...say, have you seen a pink doll kind of similar to me running around the institute by chance? She was of threat of getting recycled about a year ago, and I'm afraid we were too late..." Moxy looked at the ground, saddened. She new he wouldn't believe it was her, but at the same time, she didn't want to scare him, so she thought of a quick story. "I did actually! She came back recently and Lou's actually letting her run the gamlet, surprisingly with no hesitation." She wasn't exactly fibbing, she did recently come back, and she did meet Lou's stupid expectations now, she most likely could. Lucky Bat sighed in relief, almost tearing up. "Oh my goodness, that's such a relief! I thought she was gone...but I can't help but be suspicious of Lou's sudden cooperative nature..." Moxy shrugged. "Same here, Honestly. Don't worry, though! If he knows one thing, it's that she's unstoppable." Lucky Bat smiled. "Yeah, that's sure true." He went towards the door. "In that case, I'm gonna go find her. Say, what's your name?" Moxy chuckled. "We have the same name. Nice meeting you!" Lucky Bat nodded. "It sure was, I'm Lucky Bat, before I go-" He closed the door as he started running in excitement. Moxy's smile soon turned into a frown, Lucky Bat was never gonna find Moxy, not the one he remembered anyway. There's no way he'd believe she got recycled and somehow kept all her memory, so she basically told him that just to disappoint him. She sighed as she crossed her arms behind her head, slowly falling asleep.

Moxy woke up the next day, pumped up as she ran to where the lessons would be held. She sat herself in a desk in the third row, smiling evily as Lou got up on stage, today was going to be fun. Lou adjusted his tie as he soon began to explain the lesson. "Good morning, everybody! I see some new faces in the crowd, and wow, this is new, I can't see a single imperfection about any of you." Moxy chuckled, oh how the tables have turned. "I'm glad to see the improvement. Now, let's hope you don't unlock any bruises during today's lessons, because we're going through one messy obstacle course, and believe me, getting through that without a single mark is your ticket to avoid in the wash, and believe me, you want to stay out of there..." He made his way towards the washer. Moxy sighed, already knowing all of this from her first visit. Once Lou was done explaining, he handed everyone a sewing pin as he explained the challenge. Moxy gave a determined smile as she looked at the pin, she knew she could do this, especially without any biased cheating. "I see the determination in your eyes ma'am, and I like it!" Lou took a closer look at her "Say, have we met before, I swear something about you is so familiar." Moxy shrugged. "I was made literally yesterday, so I don't think that's possible." She didn't want Lou to know who she was just yet, she wanted to wait for the perfect time. "Alrighty then...everyone, to the starting line!" Everyone nodded as they made their way there, getting ready to run. "Remember, if you get a single mark, it's straight to the wash!" Moxy rolled her eyes. "On your marks, get set, go!" Moxy almost immediately took the lead, speeding through the course with ease. It was definitely helping now that she had a more human figure, it put her stubby legs having to master this to shame, now she was a pro, with seemingly no flaws. Moxy jumped onto the Trampoline, back-flipping past the finish line, karate chopping it aggressively before posing innocently in front of Lou. "That was amazing! What's your name, because oh my God, that was fire! There's no way you're knew here." Moxy smiled, now was perfect. "Maybe because I'm not..." She posed with her sewing nail, giving her classic smile. Lou looked at her in complete shock. "Moxy...?" She smirked. "Long time no see, Louis..." Lou's face soon went from shock to a bright smile, confusing Moxy. "I knew it...." Moxy looked at him weirdly.. "Know what?" He gave his classic smile. "That we'd see each other again." He went to hug the determined girl. "Welcome back, Moxy..." Moxy stood there, not scared or happy...just....so confused....

"𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣..."

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑! 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅.

[tingfinderdenrigtige]

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[katskibakug0]

Mha manga 285-286

Spoilers up ahead read at your own riskkk

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So lots of people said that bakugo was not badly injured. I'm starting to question that. I myself am a bakugo stan but that doesn't mean I ignore the facts. What I'm going to point out is the strength of the whip things.

See how the stick thing part of his hamlet broke off? According to the manga it says that it was made to go through a lot of battles. So it was extra strong and sturdy with a back up device thing. with the flick of his finger he broke it. And that went through bakugo and tore out. still not seeing my point?

Remember way back then during this? All might smashes his gamlet. but if we zoom in-

The gamlet stick part is still intact. all mights punch was made to break his gamlet yet a punch at point blank range can't even break it. Does that say anything about the amont of power that went into that attack on Bakugo? I honestly don't think he's ok and he needs medical help NOW!!!