#john proctor

[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”

[riepu10]

International Kissing Day

July 6th 

[richardarmitagefanpage]

“I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.”

John Proctor, The Crucible

Happy World Theatre Day!!! 🎭

[t4twailingstar]

i read and watched the crucible for english... i am not well.

[amazingactorarmitage]

The grey shirt admiration

RA was wearing the same grey t-shirt at the rehearsal of The Crucible in 2014 and the filming of Urban and The Shed Crew in 2015

[compulsively-apologetic]

i was so right for this btw

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Agree that Proctor and Hale had something lavender going on?

[louk419]

OTD 10 yrs ago, The Crucible opened in previews at the Old Vic theatre, London. The role of John Proctor earned Richard Armitage an Olivier Award nomination as Best Actor and is considered by many to be the preeminent performance of his career. The play was filmed and is available to rent @ DigitalTheatre.com. (original photo credit: Jay Brooks; photo edit by riepu10)

[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.

[frankenstiensleftpant]

Doing lights for the crucible is fun cause wow this has changed my view on shit, but also half of my cues are “ooooo let’s add some red here” and the other half are now let’s make the bad guy (John proctor) a little less bad by giving him mood lighting.

[liaatnight]

currently reading the crucible for school and had to draw John Proctor, idk (sorry for not posting much, i’ve been very busy with school)

[wetcatschwartzy]

you are the devil’s man

[babushka-of-chaossss]

Found this audio and it reminded me of the crucible which I read this summer for school!

[brunettewithabookobsession]

Currently reading The Crucible and the only character that deserves to be hanged is John Proctor.

[t4twailingstar]

me or you, one of us is going to

need to die.

other versions below

[is-your-blorbo-neurodivergent]

does he have borderline personality disorder?

[ no canon or official art of this character is available ]

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reason: Have my Tumblr post on the matter! https://chaotic-theatrical-weaver.tumblr.com/post/707105366672031744/as-a-follow-up-to-my-reblog-discussing-how-elena

Again, I am Out of Hand and ringing the bell of my honor. (Picture it like an ice cream truck. Come buy ice cream from within a 350-mile radius of me!) Of course I'm making this canon to the theoretical production I'm in talks about if and when it happens. Yes, my production contained a visual metaphor for dissociation that I only realized about a year into building it but will lean into with the directors.

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