EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP SCIENTISTS AT THE SCHMIDT OCEAN INSTITUTE HAVE FOOTAGE OF A LIVE COLOSSAL SQUID

i hope you’re happy now

you made him cry

i dunno my little sis wanted me to make this so here you go

ok but the SECOND Kris turned on the water and the dialog said "it's loud"...

like, it's so obvious they were gonna hurt themselves...

and Toriel, despite being the great mom that she is, still was just like, "oh yeah they sometimes go into the bathroom for a while"

Can't stop thinking about how it's Horatio and not Hamlet who is in both the first and last scene. This is the story of Hamlet, but somehow the play begins and ends with Horatio, because even though it's about Hamlet, it's not actually his story. These are the things Horatio has witnessed - the things we as the audience have witnessed alongside him - and he is going to "speak to the yet unknowing world [h]ow these things came about" (Hamlet, 5.2.364-365). We start with Horatio witnessing the appearance of the ghost and we end with him surrounded by the dead, vowing to tell their stories.

I think maybe the most important thing about Hamlet is that the line between sanity and madness has so much more to do with societal expectation than we want to admit

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The question of whether Hamlet and/or Ophelia are “truly” mad can’t even be asked unless you’re willing to grapple with whether their behavior—as erratic and ugly and confusing and incomprehensible as it might seem—is nevertheless a reasonable response to their situation, and that calling them “mad” is politically expedient for Claudius and Gertrude.

Grief and loneliness and fear can all make your brain and you behave in buckwild ways, it’s true, but it’s also about the crushing expectation that you won’t show any signs emotional disregulation, that you’ll continue to be a sober and rational and put-together noble when your world is falling to pieces around you. Whoever can pretend better gets to be called sane.

…god but you could do something fascinating with a production where Gertrude vehemently denies she can see the ghost while she is visibly and obviously staring directly at it

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big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope

Omg Ophelia you would not believe the day I had.

First horatio was like “methinks I saw him yesternight, the king your father” and I’m all like “the king my father???? But he’s dead; peep the nighted color of my mourning garb.” Then he tells me this wild tale of seeing the ghost of my dad and that I should totally come check it out tonight. So I go and skip my uncle’s rager, but it was cold and Marcellus forgot snacks. BUT THEN OPHELIA—The ghost actually showed up, but it started stalking away. So I’m like “I’m gonna follow it” but Horatio grabs me and goes “nooo doooont! it will make you jump off a cliff or lure you in to madness!” So I pulled a knife on him, because one should always have a knife when communing with spectres loosed from hell, just common sense, and threatened to kill him and Marcellus if they wouldn’t let me go. Can you believe horatios nerve? He invites me ghost hunting and then gets all weird about me hunting ghosts!! Anyway, long story short: ran around the woods in the dead of night and lost my hat, talked to the ghost, pissed myself hence why I’m holding my trousers and—why are you looking at me like my noble mind has been overthrown?

i suppress my headmates / mask their behaviour & then im surprised when i feel like im faking because i dont notice switches and we dont have major behavioural differences in public… hello??

not to mention im a control freak host who needs to be forcefully ripped away from front or else i dominate front 99% of the time

happy july i hate Autism Moms so much its unreal

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