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Hayasaka is above this nonsense and is silently judging them all from outside the room

HOW TO SHAKESPEARE

HERE’S THE LATEST SERIES OF THINGS. THIS IS YOUR SHAKESPEARE STARTER KIT. IF YOU PARSE THROUGH THESE A LITTLE BIT YOU’LL BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND A LOT BETTER OR AT LEAST BULLSHIT YOUR WAY THROUGH YOUR CLASS A LOT MORE CONVINCINGLY.

BRIEF BIO

FOLIO VS. QUARTO

TYPES OF PLAYS

AUTHORSHIP AND DUBIOUSNESS

THE LANGUAGE OF SHAKESPEARE

HOW TO READ THIS SHIT

HOW TO CLOSE READ THIS SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK IS IAMBIC PENTAMETER? (BONUS CLEAN VERSION)

HOW THE FUCK IS IT A SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET?

VERSE VS. PROSE

USING VERSE AND PROSE

HOW TO: THOU/THEE/THY/THINE/YE

HOW TO USE -ETH/-EST

IF YOU WANT MORE INFO OR NEED CLARIFICATION LEMME KNOW. ALSO TELL ME IF YOU WANT A CLEAN VERSION OF A POST OR GRAPHIC TO USE AS AN EDUCATIONAL TYPE THING. YOU CAN FIND ALL OF THESE POSTS TAGGED ‘GENERAL’ &/OR ‘HOW TO’ 

Here’s an idea that would make the Chat Blanc episode way creepier: Ladybug doesn’t find her corpse.

No, she finds corpses. More than a dozen of them. Each and every one of them was herself from different points in the timeline that Bunnix sent to fix the problem. Each and every one of them met their untimely demise at the hands of her corrupted partner.

The dead stares of all the petrified bodies stupefies her… leaving her wide open to a blast from Chat Blanc.

From the Burrow, Bunnix pounds her fist against the window.

Another one down…

@duckbunny on wanting to live

companion weave

Could you argue that Godzilla is a Dragon? No pressure, just curious.

my hot take hardline Tolkien stance is that Godzilla is the ONLY proper dragon in all of cinema

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Captain America and Superman are Jewish responses to the Nazi idea of the ubermensch that ask different, but equally compelling questions in response to it. Captain America asks "what if the ubermensch was real, and he loved Jews?" and Superman asks "what if the ubermensch was real, and he was a Jew?"

“In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely “First Servant.” All the characters around him—Regan, Cornwall, and Edmund—have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such delusions. He has no notion how the play is going to go. But he understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it. His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part: eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is the part it would be best to have acted. The doctrine of the Second Coming teaches us that we do not and cannot know when the world drama will end. The curtain may be rung down at any moment: say, before you have finished reading this paragraph. This seems to some people intolerably frustrating. So many things would be interrupted. Perhaps you were going to get married next month, perhaps you were going to get a raise next week: you may be on the verge of a great scientific discovery; you may be maturing great social and political reforms. Surely no good and wise God would be so very unreasonable as to cut all this short? Not now of all moments! But we think thus because we keep on assuming that we know the play. We do not know the play. We do not even know whether we are in Act I or Act V. We do not know who are the major and who the minor characters. The Author knows. The audience, if there is an audience (if angels and archangels and all the company of heaven fill the pit and stalls) may have an inkling. But we, never seeing the play from the outside, never meeting any characters except the tiny minority who are ‘on’ in the same scenes as ourselves, wholly ignorant of the future and very imperfectly informed about the past, cannot tell at what moment the end ought to come. That it will come when it ought, we may be sure; but we waste our time in guessing when that will be. That it has a meaning we may be sure, but we cannot see it. When it is over m, we may be told. We are led to expect that the Author will have something to say to each of us on the part that each of us has played. The playing it well is what matters infinitely. The doctrine of the Second Coming, then is not to be rejected because it conflicts with our favorite modern mythology. It is, for that very reason, to be the more valued and made more frequently the subject of meditation. It is the medicine our condition especially needs.”

from ‘The World’s Last Night and Other Essays’

Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

"Imperial Culture is... curious at times..."