has anyone done a hamlet where hamlet wrests the cup from horatio and finishes off the last of the poisoned drink, and then horatio proceeds to lunge after him and try to kiss the poison from his mouth
oh god I was almost crying and then I thought
what if hamlet then stops horatio from kissing him because he’s scared that there would be a chance horatio could poison himself that way
so he like pushes horatio away and horatio just looks really hurt and hamlet feels awful about it but he won’t let horatio die
now I am crying
HAMLET JUST SHOVES HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH
HORATIO SOBS AND, DISTRAUGHT, KISSES HAMLET’S PALM BETWEEN THEM
and this time he isn’t chasing the poison at all, this time it’s all about final shows of affection because in 20 lines hamlet’s going to be dEAd
I HATE YOU
i decided to read through the tags on this, and i very much enjoy reading everyone’s hamlet/horatio tags, but i also very much enjoy watching people discover the fandom/ship, such as —-
omg look at all of the non-shakespeeps discovering the shakespeare fandom
scaramucci sold his stake in skybridge capital, missed the birth of his child and got divorced in order to work for trump for 10 days. talk about deals.
his actual start date wasn’t supposed to be until August 15, so technically he worked at the White House for -16 days
Headcanon meme. Bones is my one true saltmate, okay, it’s
like a soulmate but with bitterness about the world. Also, this is a little bit gonna be the Jim
& Bones Friendship Hour.
A: what I think realistically
Bones actually has a very real phobia of
space. Like, he manages it. He does a good job managing it. But.
Listen.
In order to successfully graduate
Starfleet Academy, every student must take and pass a shuttle piloting class. In case of emergency. Pass proficiently,
not just scrape by on a wing and a prayer.
Bones fails twice and scrapes that pass the third time and honestly he’s
thinking about just giving up. He knows
all the settings and controls—Jim drilled him silly after that first fail—but getting
into the simulator and seeing all that black, and the pressure, he just. He locks
up. It’s all he can do to control his
breathing, never mind controlling the shuttle.
He can’t go back to Georgia and he can’t do this and where does that leave him?
Jim finds Bones in a tiny-ass little bar
the day before his fourth retest date and drags him protesting out the door,
about eight whiskeys down, and bundles him into bed and listens to him mumble
about how he’s never going to pass and he’s never going to graduate and
honestly fucking good because space
is the worst and Jim’s crazy for wanting to go there but also Jim’s going to go
into space without him and Bones
doesn’t have anywhere else to go and it’s all just really awful, you know what
I mean, Jimmy?
“Sure, buddy,” Jim says, propping Bones
up and pushing a glass of water into his hands.
“Drink something, okay?”
The next day, at 1500 hours, Bones
stumbles into the simulator room with—well, not the worst hangover of his life, but probably top ten. And lo and fucking behold, instead of the usual gaggle of students looking to (re)test,
there’s James Goddamn Kirk, hands stuffed in his pockets and a sunny-ass smile
on his smart-ass face. James Goddamn
Kirk, who passed his pilot’s test with glowing
scores on the first try.
James Goddamn Kirk, who somehow lied and
cheated his way in here so that he could sit in the simulator while Bones
sweats his way through a passing grade.
It doesn’t cure his phobia, obviously,
but the first time Bones does
actually have to pilot a shuttle, it’s James Goddamn Kirk bleeding out in the copilot’s
seat and Bones barely even notices his heart race.
B: what I think is fucking hilarious
Leonard McCoy, day one of his term at
the Academy as he stumbles, shaking and panting, off the shuttle, swears to himself
that he’s going to pry this blue-eyed limpet off him on the spot and also
sedate anyone who addresses him as Bones.
Day one of his second year at the
Academy, Bones McCoy gets half-tackled by Jim, who’s already talking about this badass new Tactics class they’re
offering, I’m gonna take it and I’m gonna destroy everyone, it’s gonna be
awesome and he has no idea how this happened.
What would have been day one of his
fourth year, Bones is fuck knows how
far into the black of space, listening to his crew tattle on Jim’s delinquent
ass.
“Doc, I don’t think he’s taken an off
shift in, like, a couple days maybe,” Sulu says as he passes through for an
antihistamine.
“I’ll work on it,” Bones says, and jabs
Sulu with a hypo. “Stop poking plants
you don’t recognize.”
“Doctor McCoy, Alpha shift told me to
tell you that the captain forgot to eat today,” Chekov reports, sticking his
head inside. “Can I get another screen?”
“I’ll deal with that,” Bones says, and
waves the kid in. “Stop sleeping with
people you don’t know.”
“Doctor, I would appreciate it if you
intervened in the Captain’s opinion that holodeck safety protocols are
optional,” Spock says evenly as Chapel checks him for broken ribs.
“I’ll do my best,” Bones says, and gives
Spock a bitter wave with the medical tricorder.
“Stop getting in fistfights,
you have a damn phaser.”
“Doctor,” Uhura starts as Bones sprints
past her. “I think the Captain might be
allergic–”
“I’m on my way!” he yells back over his
shoulder. “Stop Spock from causing a
diplomatic incident!”
“Doc,” Scotty starts, leaning into the
medbay and squinting painfully.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Bones snarls,
and gives Scotty a vengeful jab with a hangover hypo (actually a calibrated mix
of thiamine, folic acid, and magnesium sulfate, but listen, it’s a hangover
hypo) as he marches past toward the bridge.
Bones has Regrets.
C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends
Bones keeps expecting to get to a point
where he’s…like…past being horrified and shocked when one of the crew rolls in,
near death or already dead.
It wears on his soul like acid, every
time. He decides very early that he’s
going to leave Starfleet when Jim dies. The
longer he spends on the Enterprise, the more names he adds to that list (when
Spock dies, when Uhura dies, when Chekov-Sulu-Scotty dies).
Bones is a doctor, not an
adventurer. He’s not built to outlive
these people. When they are gone, he will never leave orbit again.
D: what would never work with canon but the canon is
shit so I believe it anyway
Read an AU once where Bones was a
humanitarian aid volunteer at like 21/22 who went to Tarsus IV and met furious,
half-starved, 13-year-old, fresh-off-a-genocide JT Kirk and it was my favorite
thing. It was also abandoned after like
two chapters. But like. Any intersection of my infinite feelings
about Tarsus IV and my infinite feelings about Bones & Jim (& Spock)
friendship is My Favorite Thing and I believe in my heart that this is true. Bones didn’t recognize him at the time and it
takes him years to connect the emaciated murderous kid with the electric blue
eyes to his buoyantly brilliant best friend, but he does, eventually. He asks Jim straight up, very late one night,
and they have one single conversation about it before they vow to never discuss
it again.
Anonymous asked: hi! hope this doesn't come off as pressure-y, im not at all trying to be like that, but how about long does it usually take you to respond to a (headcanon? request? headcanon request? idk what to call it) ask? i ask bc i worried that it got eaten but im also,,,rlly rlly shy lol. (i hope you're having a good day!)
Hey, anon, don’t worry about it! And as far as the average time to finish an ask…um, this isn’t going to be the answer you want to hear, but it varies. Everything from how busy my life in the wider world is to how many asks I have to how well my brain box is treating me that day can delay finishing an ask. Fic prompts that I don’t have inspiration for can linger in my inbox for weeks or months until I feel sufficiently interested in it, or I might never feel sufficiently interested. Even stuff I want to write can sit idle for a long time depending on my mental state–some days I just don’t have the spoons to…like…think and interact with the world. I try to answer actual personal asks (people looking for advice, etc) as soon as possible, based on how urgent the ask seems to be and/or how strongly I feel about the situation–I think the fastest I ever answered a personal ask was this one BDSM situation.
Now, regarding the headcanon asks, I’ve still got seven (…possibly eight?) left, but I’ve also been pretty busy. The headcanon asks can take twenty minutes or two hours to actually write up, so I might have just not gotten to yours yet! Here’s a list of the characters I’ve still got to complete, so you can see if your ask is here:
Allura from Voltron
One of the Berenson brothers (it’s gonna be Jake) from Animorphs
Furiosa from Mad Max
Rey or Phasma from Star Wars
Brenneth from Alleirat
Hellboy (this..wasn’t actually a headcanon ask but it’s Happening)
Corlath and Harry’s kids from The Blue Sword
Breq and/or Seivarden from Imperial Radch
If your request isn’t here, it probably got eaten.
And on that subject, I’m tired and in pain so I’m gonna write some headcanons to make myself feel better. Peace.
Person who is giving Brenneth a horse: Oh Fireheart, we have selected the very best of stallions for you, he is named Dancing Flame and we offer him to you as a humble thanks for all you have done for our realm.
Brenneth: Cool, thanks! *calls him Horse for the rest of the book*
So… @wildehacked tagged me in this meme, add the first line of a WIP and tag as many people as there are words, and honestly I feel personally called out by this particular writing meme
Because, much like Wilde, I discovered that I write long-ass first sentences. I found one that was a flat 50 words. Most easily topped 30, with a handful in the mid 20′s. This is the shortest opening sentence I found and it’s 16 and I’m sorry but I am definitely going to run out of people to tag before I hit 16, so please consider this an open invitation.
From what Tobias could tell, it got to be a habit after a while, looking
up
To the shock of everyone, I am sure, it’s an Animorphs fic.
saw atomic blonde by myself in a theatre of hets in the middle of the night and let me just say watching THE lesbian in the film get brutally murdered in one of the most violent ways i’ve ever seen onscreen really um what’s the word traumatized me for life
uhm boost
So yeah, I saw it yesterday, and yes: Delphine, a woman who actively pursues and has sex with Lorraine, is strangled to death after a physical fight. I’m also v sorry that this caught the OP off-guard in a miserable-causing/triggering way - that sucks, and what’s triggery is triggery; there is no question about “should” or “shouldn’t” that way.
However, I’ve seen this reblogged several times on my list and it’s really misleading about the nature of the film.
To give context (as a queerwoman who has seen the film), with some extensive spoilers (because it’s not just “kill the lesbian!” and I’ve seen this multiple times on my reading list and it would be TRAGIC if people I know might get that impression did and thus avoided the movie), the tl;dr version is compared to the other violence in the movie actually Delphine’s death isn’t that bad I’m going to be VERY BLUNT about that; and that you can sort of argue she’s the only lesbian in the movie you CANNOT argue she’s the only queer woman in the movie.
And the OTHER queer woman in the movie both lives and EMPHATICALLY triumphs, hands down.
