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no the female character who is a masculine woman is not secretly a transgender man and yes you saying that she is is misogynistic <3

God forbid we have headcanons anymore </3

There's nothing wrong with trans headcanons but nearly every "masculine" girl character gets called trans constantly and that is not good for women. Sometimes a harmless headcanon can just be internalized misogyny

you dont have to be useful to be loved btw

Yes, this is for you 🫵

Odysseus after returning to Ithaca:

"why r u smiling at ur phone" bc my friebds 🌈🌈🥰🌞 and i love friend 😊😊😊🫂💞 Friends 👍👍🌈 And im Happy 😊😊🫂💞👍🌈

Do those characters really have a sibling relationship or do they just not get along? Are they actually "like siblings" or do they just bicker sometimes? Are they actually like family or do you just not like the damn ship??

I love platonic relationships and I love found family but it's so annoying seeing every pairing that argues being deemed "sibling like" when sometimes they're clearly just not getting along

A clay doll made entirely by me lol

I haven't decided on whether or not I'm going to paint it but like this has taken so many hours. Like hours to make the parts and more hours to attach them all. It doesn't really show in the pictures bc my camera's gone funky but there are so many details!! I'm so proud of this dude

(the side and back are also good but I didn't get pictures and I cba to take more lmao)

Omg I love it!!

what if we kissed in the Garden of Gethsemane after the last supper and I did not refuse your treacherous kiss which identified me to the police of Sanhedrin but instead I kissed you in return to show that I still love you and forgive you for betraying me and we were both boys

what if we kissed in the Garden of Gethsemane after the last supper and I did not refuse your treacherous kiss which identified me to the police of Sanhedrin but instead I kissed you in return to show that I still love you and forgive you for betraying me and we were both boys

Rlly wish Calypso wasn't given the insane victim complex in epic. Like in both of her songs, if you read the lyrics and actually thought for one second you'd notice it's not just a cutesy crush.

Long ass post so in summary: she is manipulative in I'm not sorry for loving you, if she was a dude she'd be despised, saying she didn't know what he meant is an insult to her intelligence.

love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded

we literally ruined society when we invented the fourth wall. let’s bring back call and response. heckling, even. fuck you hamlet you dumb piece of shit kill your uncle or shut up

"When we took Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure” into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side… there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that “If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.” And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: “To whom should I complain?” And a woman in the audience shouted: “The Police!” And then she looked right at that woman and said: “If I did relate this, who would believe me?” And the woman answered back, “No one, girl.”

And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theater great in prisons, it’s what makes theater great, period."

Oskar Eustis on ArtBeat Nation

I was in the front row of a Hamlet performance where the "Am I a coward?" was directed at me and I, being a no-impulse-control gremlin, hollered back "Yes!!" (they'd primed us ahead of time that audience interaction was encouraged). Hamlet got right up in my face as he kept talking and just kept going until I gently pushed him back; I forget what line it was on when it happened but he took the direction of the push and reeled away across the stage.

This meant that I had marked myself as someone willing to be fucked with, and so during the graveyard scene later he approached me again. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed--" he booped my mouth with the skull's "-- I know not how oft."

I have stories related to me from those at Blackfriars, the American Shakespeare Center (they play in a replica of the original Blackfriars, with modern safety conventions like lightbulbs in the chandeliers, but a great dedication to the way structure shaped the original work in the original Blackfriars. Their house is only about 45 ft deep (roughly 15 m I think), which is about the max distance two sighted people can be from each other and still make eye contact. They play with the stage and house equally lit, they talk to the audience, they enter from the audience, they whip up crowds from within the audience. It’s fantastic. But anyway, on to the stories.)

#Oh I have SO many stories from peak audience moments at the American shakespeare center#I have been to plays there that legit felt more like rock concerts#And I don't even mean the parts of the show where the cast is also a live band and they play#Covers of songs relating to the show#Fair maid of the west with Ginna Hoben#We were all SO on her side we absolutely lost our whole shit any time she even entered or exited#Knight of the burning pestle where Rick would pick a random audience member to be his lady love he was fighting for every night#And one time (I saw it thrice) he picked an older lady#And there's a part of the show where iirc he like gets almost defeated?#And he calls out to his lady love to like inspire him to keep fighting smth like that#And she Got Up Out Of Her Seat and went over to him and kissed him on the cheek#And no one was expecting that least of all Rick#And we all lost our shit whooping and hollering#They did a hamlet where...I forget who was polonius that year but there's a line where he's like 'what was I gonna say again'#And he paused SO long on that line you were legit unsure if he the actor had actually forgotten it#And once someone in the audience called out the next line and he was like 'oh that's right' and carried on#It was scripted though there were other nights no one said anything and we all sat there#In wonderful horrid awkward silence#Until he resumed#Please go if you get a chance#And sit stateside (via @rootingformephistopheles)

I was in a production of Hamlet in a small black box theatre, when a drunk guy came in from from outside, wandered onstage and started singing "We built this city on rock and roll." The guy playing Hamlet just went with it until the stage manager and crew could usher the drunk guy back outside. Then Hamlet continued with his next line, which was (no joke) "Now I am alone." Brought the house down.

This is LEGITIMATELY how Shakespeare was intended to be done, because 'the fourth wall' hadn't been invented yet. Plays were done during the day because of the better lighting, so the actors could easily see the audience and interact with them. Actors are MEANT to interact with the audience because they were written in to be just as apart of the show as actors were.

The first time I experienced this, I was watching a performance of 12th Night and Malvolio, as the servant, was in charge of moving a collapsible bench on an offstage. The first time he tried, however, it wouldn't collapse all the way. He got two of the legs to stay down, but when he went to fix the other ones all the legs shot out again. This went on for so long that the audience started cheering him on, chanting "BENCH! BENCH! BENCH!" He finally got it to work and went offstage, but every time he came back on we cheered wildly, especially when he brought the bench with him. At the end of the show, Malvolio is wrongfully imprisoned, and when he's released he has a big moment when he yells about those who've wronged him and he turned on the audience and incorporated the line about being made a fool of as he roared at us. It was incredible.

watched a production of Macbeth with some friends recently and in the scene where Macbeth is partying and hallucinates Banquo, he enters the scene all festive and shakes me and my friends hands (we were in the front row) and they get to the last of my friends in the row, and my friend raises his seltzer can and clinks it with Macbeth's goblet.

during the production, the actors started to realize that my friends and I were VERY reactive (so much so that it became theatrical) and would also genture to us during monologues as if asking our input

overall was a phenomenal production and my friends and i helped the actors strike and got to talk with them, they were all super lovely

YOU hates terfs

rb if u hates terfs

fuck terfs.

terfs are not welcome on tumblr.

not to brag but im wanted by some very important organizations

"nobody likes a complainer" you say, like an idiot, as if thriving ecosystems of friendships aren't blossoming every day based solely on people vocally disliking the same things in similar ways

The suitors are gone. The palace has fallen silent.

Odysseus stands there, covered in red from head to toe. The emptiness in his chest had only grown deeper with each released arrow, each scream of the victims.

He lifts his head, and his gaze falls upon the stone owl he had built long ago. An altar for his guardian, his mentor. He steps forward, staring emptily at the statue, and suddenly he feels her.

She stands to his right, her energy and presence unmistakable.

Athena looks down upon him, almost through him, a certain sadness in her eyes. They say nothing.

The goddess can't help but wonder whether all of this could have been avoided, had they not fought all those years ago. She can't help but wonder if she could prevent the same thing from happening again.

Maybe they could do that together.

Yes, she concluded. Together sounds nice.