#Shakespeare No Fear

[paxcallow]

deserved. he's been through a lot

[plutosheaven]

i wonder if Charles ever chanced upon a book at boarding school with initials scribbled in the corner of a page and wondered, just for a moment, about the story behind them.

[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic assholes Tourney Round 1 part 2b

Hamlet (Hamlet) vs the 10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Propaganda below cut (spoiler warning!)

Hamlet

He's hamlet.

10th Doctor

The 10th Doctor starts on a downward spiral after erasing his best friend’s memories of their adventures together to save her life. The only surviving member of his species, the Doctor begins breaking the laws of time and space which he has held onto his whole life and tries to interfere with a fixed point in time, which are critical moments in history that must be preserved for the good of the timeline. The Doctor, tired of watching people die, decides to save the crew of Bowie Base One who were supposed to die on Mars. He declares that “The laws of time are mine and they will obey me!” And saves the crew, which he knows he shouldn’t have done. He takes them back to Earth, and the captain of the group, Adelaide Brook, realizes that her entire family’s future history has been changed. The Doctor declares himself the “Time Lord Victorious”. Adelaide commits suicide to preserve the timeline where she dies before rejoining humanity on Earth.

(Warning for fictional suicide) In “The Empty Child” the (Ninth) Doctor says “Just this once, everybody lives!” and saves the day with no deaths. The Tenth Doctor in “Waters of Mars” repeats this, thinking he can once again save everybody from the base members who are infected by Mars’ waters and prevent a fixed point, which is the Base Commander’s death. He brings the Commander back to earth and believes himself successful since he reads a newspaper that says the Commander saved the base. He then hears a gunshot and finds that the Commander fulfilled the fixed point by committing suicide; Several times in Ten’s run the idea of saving everybody comes up and he is almost never successful. He is very desperate for a win at this point to prove he can defy the rules of time and space.

[batterychugger]

Fear and Hunger fanart

[shittywriterbrain]

how the fuck are two of the funniest shakespeare lines "what, you egg [stabs him]" and "villain, i have done thy mother" from two of his most gruesome tragedies. can someone tell me

[usefulquotes7]

Don’t be afraid of your fears. They’re not there to scare you. They’re there to let you know that something is worth it. Unknown

[queerhamlet]

its crazy how my library doesn't have a physical copy of the original play version of hamlet but at least 20 different rewrites/books about it.

[hawkstar5]

Hot off the presses! Get your fix of Data/Tasha smutty goodness that definitely did not take me far too long to write.

In Broad Daylight

"Data and Tasha have a little fun with the Dixon Hill program"

Enjoy 💖

[antique-ro-man]

hi sorry we translated your boyfriend into modern english for the convenience of high schoolers and a lot of nuance got lost. yeah, yeah sorry we put him behind a paywall. he should still be free at your local library though! 

[hnbka]

mike probably thinks will is straight. just. sit on that for a second.

[poetrythreesixfive]

To Write

Is this a keyboard which I see before me,

the screen toward my hand? Come, let me type,

but I have not touched thee yet, thy glow about me.

Art thou not, electronic portal, as tangible as visual?

Or art thou but a trick, a keyboard of the mind?

A hallucination courtesy of this hangover.

Yet you hover before me, as touchable and

type-able as the fingers I am now using.

Thou tempt me unto writing, as I was about

to unsheathe my laptop before you came into view.

Mine eyes are mocked by my hands and my ears,

or perhaps they see things clearly, for you remain,

and on the screen I see lines spilling into stanzas

which were not there before; it is quite unreal;

it is the feverish dreams of creativity which

prompt you to appear; perhaps you are a dream

that crosses over the veil into daytime, a wicked

curse that celebrates its power over me like witchcraft

that conjures my guilt at having avoided you so long,

haunting me like a ghost; solid earth, stop listening

to my pacing the floors in lieu of engaging in creation,

and seize this horrible sensation; I know my purpose,

the idea lives, and all I do is speak of instead of do;

I must go and do it; the page invites me;

Listen to it not, for it is a clarion voice

that summons me to destiny or choice.

-GeorgeFilip

[philosophybitmaps]

[measureformeasure]

that post that’s like it’s not THAT hard to read classic lit! drives me insane because like yes it is. it is actually quite difficult to read at all

[cyberpunk-r-j]

❝At any given point in a story, we hope that the situation at hand will resolve favourably for the character we identify with, and fear that it won’t. The manipulation of these opposed impulses is the key to narrative engagement. If we don’t either hope or fear for the characters, we don’t care what’s going on, and the game is lost. Both responses are easily exhaustible—too much hope and we become complacent and bored. Too much fear and we surrender to despair and disengage. The rapid yet unpredictable alternation of hope and fear keeps us on the edge of our seats.❞

— Robin D. Laws, Hamlet's Hit Points

[gennsoup]

"Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear. Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here."

William Shakespeare, Cymbeline

[silverskye13]

i was going to write the hels!joel oneshot in a journal while watching a livestream but realized im moving out of college on may 4th and my mom might see it 🙏🙏

Woe the baneful specter of parental judgement!

Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Caramel, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Yond fears have a lean and hungry look: They think too much: such things are dangerous.

But, for mine own part, it was nothing to me.

Let's carve these words as a dish fit for the gods!

When beggars die there are no comets seen: The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of writers.

Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once.

Et tu, Caramel? -- then fall the pen.

Cry havoc, and let slip your words to page!