#hamlet and horatio
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cupids-fiction · 8 months ago
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happy 408th death day william shakespeare
i liked the little gay ones you wrote
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iveseenitinmovies · 5 months ago
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hamlet goodbye my danish sweetheart edit !!
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pucepink · 8 months ago
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If I could draw, I would draw Erwin with a skull. Dude is so Hamlet coded. Erwin with a skull from a fallen soldier who died on an expedition years ago. Erwin seeing visions of his father, and then there’s Levi right there with him, the only one to whom Erwin confesses his dreams and visions, and Levi is the only one who can see the ghost of Erwin’s father and believes Erwin but tries to warn Erwin away from following his fathers footsteps.
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geekyhumanbean · 9 months ago
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Just found out that there is a a whole community dedicated to Hamlet and Horatio being gay and in love. I’m fucking enthused by this.
I love them
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katiethedane12 · 10 months ago
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Hamlet: I prevented a murder today.
Horatio: Really? How'd you do that?
Hamlet: Self control.
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cpcampanello · 1 year ago
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Hamlet and Horatio
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two-bees-poetry · 2 months ago
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horatio’s epilogue
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ghost--bot · 1 year ago
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lansolot · 8 months ago
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tag that classic lit character
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karl-von-moor-official · 2 years ago
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Ok but consider: A production of Hamlet that starts with the last scene and then Horatio has to play his role in the rest of the play, but he’s still completely dissolved in tears. Everyone else is oblivious and he has to keep it together for the sake of storytelling, but his voice cracks as he says “I think I saw him yesternight”, regret filling his tone, and he frantically holds on to Hamlet as he begs him not to follow the ghost; he practically chokes on his words as he shouts, “Be rul’d!” And he knows it’s no use, but he’s so reluctant to play his part in this and he can barely keep his emotions at bay. And then the end of the story draws nearer. He takes longer and longer to say his lines. He hesitates, tries to stretch out the little time he’s got left with Hamlet. He doesn’t want to be in this narrative, but he is. Until finally, as Hamlet decides to duel Laertes, Horatio simply gives up. Reluctantly, but knowingly, he accepts the fact that there’s nothing he can do but play his part and relive it all, just to honor Hamlet’s legacy and story. And Hamlet dies in his arms a second time.
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katiethedane12 · 10 months ago
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Hamlet: Do you think birds get sad for not having arms?
Horatio: Well, do you get sad for not having wings?
Hamlet: *choked up* every single day.
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mx-myth · 23 days ago
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Idea for a hamlet production:
The opening night, the program says The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark and it's performed accurately, word for word. The play, however, closes exactly after Horatio tells Fortinbras that he will tell what has happened. The lights hone in on him, cradling a dead Hamlet and wearing bloody clothes, before the play ends there.
The second night, the program says The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, as Told By Horatio. The play begins with a small spotlight over Horatio in the same bloody clothes, cradling a dead Hamlet. He says, "Let me tell you how this all began." Everything much everything is the same as opening night except for a few wording changes.
But after that, it goes off the rails.
The subsequent programs say The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, as Remembered by Horatio (One/Two/Three/etcetera). Each night more changes are made. Early on Polonius shows up with an absolutely ridiculous mustache. Claudius' hair colour changes at some point midway through. Towards the end Ophelia just starts naming random flowers. Laertes, when he's angry/sad/feeling a lot, just straight up starts lapsing into French.
Each night the spotlight on Horatio in the opening grows a little bigger until the audience starts seeing background nobles, then soldiers, and then a figure wearing a crown sitting on a throne who isn't facing the audience. Each night the Ghost looks less like King Hamlet and starts looking more like Horatio's Hamlet. Each night, whenever Horatio is on-scene, Hamlet stops speaking in Shakespearean and starts speaking plainly, because Horatio always understood what he meant.
On the closing night, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, as Remembered by Horatio (Finale), it's all gone wrong. People are speaking lines they're suppose to say later or earlier in the play, or they're speaking someone else's lines. The opening scene is fully lit, and the audience can finally see that Horatio is talking to Fortinbras. The Ghost is now fully Hamlet. Horatio spends the entire play wearing the bloody clothes he's worn when Hamlet's died. Every time Hamlet isn't looking at him Horatio is looking at him, heartbroken, grieving, sad. Hamlet is the only one who's still saying accurate lines, except for when Horatio is on-scene and he's speaking modern English.
At the end, the play continues after Hamlet has died. Fortinbras commands that Hamlet be given a grand funeral, and Hamlet's body is taken away, with everyone following it out like a funeral procession. Horatio is left as the last one on the stage, staring at his bloody hands.
It is very, very obvious, the closing night, that Horatio has gone mad.
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kvothes · 3 months ago
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devastated to report that in the french translation of hamlet that i have, horatio uses a very proper formal “vous” for the prince up until the MOMENT hamlet dies, where he sneaks in a little “te” for “and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest”
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aq2003 · 4 months ago
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i know these are rehearsal pics but This is kind of the most hamlet and horatio that these two have ever looked (including when they were actually in costume for the characters)
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syn4k · 2 months ago
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also dont forget horatio was hamlets buddy from school. like imagine ur college friend has to take time off cos his dad died unexpectedly and you go to the funeral to pay ur respects cos u have morals and then all THAT SHIT goes down like dude i would be spiraling
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blossoms-and-petrichor · 6 months ago
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rotating hamlet in your head when you're NOT mentally unwell is actually a wonderful experience. because now you can see outside the barbed walls of pain. beyond the balcony rails that look like prison bars. you can see the glimmers of gertrude's undeniable love for hamlet, even when she did it all wrong. you can see the defiance in ophelia's yes my lords, a sort of kindredness to the women you grew up with who knew how to pick battles and hide a smirk. you can see the banter between horatio and hamlet, like boys playing in a creek before one moves away for good. you can watch hamlet mouth the plays the thing, wherein ill catch the conscience of the king and have your heart break for the scared son who's clinging to a reason to live through narrative. and oh, how you notice the narrative. how it encircles. how it continues, despite laertes trying to fling himself to be with ophelia, despite horatio's lips almost kissing the cup. now, you can hold the characters gently, with the distance and closeness of a gravedigger. now, you can hold yourself gently: act five is over now. close the curtains, strike the props, hug the other ones who made it out covered in fake blood and real sweat. the play's the thing, and you might have to do it again. the story lives, on and on and on, in a hundred adaptations in a hundred formats. in a hundred broken peoples heads, and sometimes, those people heal long enough to say denmark was a prison, let me tell you about it.
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