#elizabeth proctor

[compulsively-apologetic]

i was so right for this btw

[zweetpea]

Abigail Williams is not the villain, she’s the victim

I’m specifically referring to the one from The Crucible.

Abigail is just a scared child. She was seventeen years old and was sexually abused. She worked for John Proctor. She says it herself “I look for the John Proctor who took me from my sleep and put knowledge into my heart.” He instigated the affair.

He took a weak helpless child and Assaulted her. “It was in the old days, they had different standards 🙄” The Crucible was written in the 50’s, Miller should’ve known better. All he did was make a rape victim (a minor when the rape happened mind you) into the villain. Plus Miller said in ‘why I wrote the crucible’ that he saw himself in Proctor. Ya know, the groomer/pedophile.

I was recently reminded of the crucible. When I read it in school we’d have discussions about the various characters and events and Abby was (and still is) my favorite. There were so many people who hated her though so this post is for her.

I could rant about my darling Abby for hours trust me so if people want a part two put it in the comments or send me a message.

Also Abby or Parris should have been the main character.

[obscurelittlebird]

[imp-thing]

Having a hyperfix on semi-obscure media is so odd like what do I mean I animated Elizabeth Proctor and John Proctor angst

[elevenletterwords]

Giving More to Elizabeth Proctor

There are clues in the text that Proctor is a demeaning husband. Unclear to me 70 years later if it was meant to be read that way. 

In Act 2, He plops down, pensively shoveling the dinner she made into his mouth. 

“Cider?”

“With a sense of reprimanding herself for having forgot”

Through a 21st century lens, the only way I can read that text is as an entitled man barking orders at his devoted wife, who agrees, and shames herself, even if just a little, for not being more anticipatory of his every whim.

I feel while Arthur Miller believed he was writing an ‘interesting’ role for a woman, he does her many disservices. This narrative pushed on us through a lot of religious themed stories, a good woman is inherently holy. 

But the church’s white knuckle grip on ‘biblical femininity’, to me, has always felt like a thinly veiled attempt to shut women up and keep them out of the way without sounding mean. As I got older in a church in rural, conservative Ohio, I could always feel their fear as the outside world got more progressive; the fundies wanted to keep their power without admitting to being fundies. 

The go-to method seemed to just be to declare that women are better. More holy, closer to god, because they have the ability to carry life inside them. That’s why they need to be protected and provided for and not worry their little heads with problems of the world. Not because the men in power benefited from them being reliant on their spouses and fathers, not because the quality of a pious wife is considered MASSIVE social currency in the church, but because we’re just better. 

(Unfortunately for them, this rhetoric never worked on me, as I was raised by feminist parents, who yes, often still told me I was being too loud and opinionated, but because it was annoying to them and the social order, not because God would disapprove.)

I think, possibly unbeknownst to the 1950s audience, Miller uses this rhetoric to avoid making Elizabeth interesting as a character. Frankly, having to think of her as equal standing to the men in the play would have gotten too complicated. So instead she’s perfect. She’s gentle, she serves John and her children, she never lies, she prays and knows her commandments. She blames herself for John’s affair, she constantly humbles herself in front of the court of public opinion, because a good puritan woman is one who knows she is lower than dirt, and prays for forgiveness anyway.

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

I know I talk about Abigail Williams all the time (she’s my biggest kin I’m sorry) but let it be known to the masses that I LOVE ELIZABETH PROCTOR. She has never done anything wrong in her entire life and is so badass (in her own way) throughout the whole play. Her love for her husband despite his horrendous mistakes and bad decisions, protecting him until the end (and even feeling the need to APOLOGIZE at the end when she NEVER needed to??) and then forgiving him. Going through so much postpartum sickness, dealing with her husband’s affair, being accused of witchcraft and put in jail for months WHILE pregnant, and still being a strong, loving, woman who tells it how it is in the most gentle way possible?? God, I love her.

This is an Elizabeth Proctor appreciation post. Easily my second favorite character. She deserves so much better.

[ego-sum-ex-altiora]

Writing The Crucible fanfiction for one of my friends as a birthday present. Dropping the link soon for anyone interested (the target audience being people forced to study it at school).

[happyduckierevived]

*walks up to a mic and awkwardly clears throat while clutching Crucible book even though I haven’t read it in over 6 months and mostly remember the plot through memes

I love Elizabeth Proctor as a character and I think she’s there best person in this play. She may be cold and distant but she has some damn good morals and undying loyalty to a man that cheated on her. Thank you.

[is-your-blorbo-neurodivergent]

is she autistic with alexithymia?

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reason: Have the reblogs from this Tumblr post (the first is not necessary to read for it): https://chaotic-theatrical-weaver.tumblr.com/post/698054129879220224

I am so terribly Out of Hand and I do not want to ring the bell of my honor by submitting classic lit characters, but when you're too attached to your required reading from two years ago, you do not have much honor left to speak of. I'm in talks to get a production of this show done (about which my blog also has many posts), and if it happens, this will be canon to my version, down to accurate casting.

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[takeyourfinalbow]

not to crucible-post on main but like LMAO this scene is so fucking funny get his ass elizabeth

[ethereal-maia]

hey guys did you know suspicion kissed you when I did <— said by a girl who is Normal about elizabeth proctor

[beautifulscreaminglady]

ELIZABETH: The Deputy Governor promise hangin' if they'll not confess, John. The town's gone wild, I think. She speak of Abigail, and I thought she were a saint, to hear her. Abigail brings the other girls into the court, and where she walks the crowd will part like the sea for Israel. And folks are brought before them, and if they scream and howl and fall to the floor - the person's clapped in jail for bewitchin' them.

[flightlesspotatoe]

Read The Crucible for school. Only way it was interesting was thinking of it like. RDR allegory almost. John Proctor being John and Elizabeth being Abigail. Thoughts?

[obscurelittlebird]

Abigail: Look, Goody Proctor, I know we don’t get along.

Elizabeth: [scoffs] Yeah, we sure don’t.

Abigail: Shut up. I brought you a gift as a peace offering.

Elizabeth: What is it?

Abigail: Here, it’s a bath bomb. You just throw it into the bath when you need to relax.

Elizabeth: …

Elizabeth: Abigail. This is a toaster.

[imp-thing]

English class really got me in a chokehold with these books /hj

[crow-aeris]

Hubris was the downfall of many men.

He remembers indulging in one of Jason’s many long-winded rants about literature, hearing his brother ramble on and on about how pride was the thing that killed John Proctor. Sure, Abigail made have been the leading cause of all those deaths, but John could have lived- could have seen his sons grow up- had he went through with the plan and lied… and yet, it was only because of a man’s pride did he leave behind his wife and sons.

And now as he lays alone and dying far, far away from family and friends… Tim couldn’t help but think hubris was what led him to… this.

His independence, once a blessing- now a curse, had him set out by himself with no foreword or warning to any hero or civilian whatsoever.

He feels… cold? Empty… Irritated. Oh what a time to be irritated, though Tim wasn’t all too sure who exactly his irritation was directed towards…

Bruce? Sure, he hadn’t been the best of fathers, but… he was all time had. Bruce hadn’t known Tim was going on this stupid trip, so he couldn’t be blamed.

Dick? Tim’s own personal hero? No, never. Dick might’ve hurt him before, but Tim couldn’t force himself to hold that grief even if he tried. Dick was spending the weekend with his friends, so Tim doubts he’ll find out about this until much later.

Jason? Despite being a grade a asshole, Jason cared. He had vehemently opposed Tim’s trip, and now he could see how it came back to bite him in the ass.

He laughs shrilly, tone nearing hysterical as Tim feels himself stop shivering… That wasn’t good, right? He read somewhere before that the moment you stop shivering, is the most dangerous.

Tim forces himself tighter into a ball, fighting to stay awake as he clung desperately onto his fleeing thoughts.

What about Stephanie? She got on his nerves occasionally, but those moments were few and far between.

Damian? Well, despite… everything, Tim has been trying to repair their relationship with what little scraps existed prior.

Cass? God, no. Tim could never be angry at her. She does her best, and honestly? Tim commends her for it.

Duke was a sweetheart. Kind, determined, and optimistic even after everything he’s gone through. he was the embodiment of sunshine through and through.

…

……

………

…………What was he thinking about?

He was… sleepy. Tired….

…Where was Bernard? Where was Kon? He was… numb. Was he supposed to feel this numb?

Taking a little nap wouldn’t hurt, right? It wouldn’t hurt at all….

“Oh, Detective, look what mess have you gotten yourself into? This is why you never should have left my side”