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kyraneko:

thepurposeofplaying:

theprettygoodgatsby:

my favorite part of hamlet is at the beginning when they see the ghost of hamlet sr for the first time

and the guards are like “Horatio, you go talk to it! You went to college!”

and Horatio is like “Yeah! I did go to college! I will go talk to the ghost!”

like. where did horatio go to college. did he go to ghost college

YES, ACTUALLY YES HE FUCKING DID BC

(a) EVERY COLLEGE THEN WAS GHOST COLLEGE bc ghosts were widely believed to be Real™ n thus scholars learnt abt them. moreover, as everybody knows, ghosts only communicate in Latin; Latin is the scholastic language. Horatio is a scholar, thus both knows abt ghosts and knows Latin, so it is very reasonable to assume he will b able to ask this one what up (as obviously sth must b up 4 it 2b wandering around, why else wld it b here, gawd, this is like. the most basic of basic-level shit)

(B) WITTENBERG WHERE HORATIO STUDIES WAS LIKE. T H E MOST SPOOPY OF GHOST COLLEGES bc they were alllllll about theology n the supernatural n shit so SUPPOSING HORATIO WILL KNO HIS SHIT ABT GHOSTS IS IN FACT A THOROUGHLY SENSIBLE ASSUMPTION

this has been said before but i am fucking adding it again bc it HACKS ME TF OFF when ppl reblog the post w/o commentary as if OP jsut fucking checkmated Shakespeare when in fact all they managed to do was fail at the most basic historical contextualisation of this scene n make a fcuking fool of emselves lmao

this feels less like a “checkmate, Shakespeare” moment than a “fuck was this dude on, this shit’s surreal” moment

personally I kinda love the complete effect of “thing that made sense when originally written appears hilarious/fascinating/weird as balls to people who don’t have that context, and then context is made known to them and it’s like a whole new level of supercool” 

it’s like the circle of life for shakespeare plays. “lol have the college guy talk to the ghost because as a college guy he has the necessary experience” transmutes into “every college was ghost college in shakespeare’s time” and the whole effect is awesome.

feathersmoons:

bibliothekara:

deputychairman:

hamsilton:

blxxdfae:

i dont think american filmmakers realise how huge london is, because sure you have the london eye and houses of parliament but when you say ‘london has fallen’ what??? so the nandos in catford is in flames? the tesco in peckham has descended into chaos? wtf??

@deputychairman

And even if Peckham Tesco goes down you’ve still got the Lewisham one open 24 hours, yeah you’re in trouble on a Sunday evening but even in a survival situation you can probably hold out till Monday because all the local takeaways would still deliver, no one can stop those guys and no one should try

dear non-American (and some American) filmmakers:

Same also goes for New York.

“New York City is destroyed and being ravaged by aliens!”
(Shows only Manhattan in flames) (and maybe bits of Brooklyn)

But what about the folks in the Bronx; have they been able to gather reinforcements across the border from Yonkers and Mount Vernon? Are the people down in Tottenville or Far Rockaway running their own boat supply runs to Jersey?
And most importantly, ARE THE TACO TRUCKS STILL OPEN on ROOSEVELT AVENUE?

For the record I now want someone with more native knowledge than me to write Battle of New York fics about the taco trucks on Roosevelt Avenue. (This joins my desire for fic from the POV of the people who own that shawarma shop the team went to afterwards. Did Bruce borrow clothes from them?)

♥ or ♗ for steve and bucky?

violent-darts:

Over time, Steve picks up tricks. Things that make everything a little bit easier. And the thing about most of the tricks is, over time, it gets to a point where he doesn’t have to use them so much anymore, or where using them ends up being a kind of joke.

That’s the big trick, after all. That these things can happen, and nothing bad happens after. That things are okay, over and over. That this is how it works now. 

That the other things, the other shit, it’s over, and over and gone for good. 

One of the tricks is that it’s a lot easier to get Bucky to actually take a nap if it’s on the couch or the futon, if Steve’s there, and if Steve’s plausibly doing something else, so that it’s not a case of Bucky asking Steve to come be a Security Steve, so Bucky can’t convince himself he’s keeping Steve from doing something else. 

Fortunately there’s a lot of fairly engaging stuff you can do sitting on a couch or a futon, especially since he was unwary enough to let Darcy talk him into looking up this game called The Room, which had two sequels and a lot of puzzles and is kind of driving him nuts. She’s gleefully announced that the cross-platform compabitility that Tony’s insisting on building into the StarkPads (which Pepper insists is not actually going to be their name) means that Steve should be able to get hold of something called “Myst” and its sequels, which are apparently the archetype from which all insanely aggravating and addictive games like this spring. 

When she’d said that, Steve’d given her a long look and said he wasn’t sure he liked her anymore. 

So today he sits glaring at the tablet’s screen, wondering where in the name of God he could have missed whatever the Hell it is he’s supposed to be using on the weird metal bracket on the railing up in the weird little tower. 

For a while, Bucky was messing around with trying to fold a complicated pattern for a fox. Steve’s not exactly sure when Bucky started messing around with origami, but he’s following his own established best practice, which is waiting until Bucky’s been doing something consistently for at least a month before he says anything about it. Meanwhile he just picked up a few packets of different sizes of paper from the craft store. 

It might just be a way of testing exactly how fine the motor control on his left hand is now, Steve thinks. One that doesn’t involve the risk of breaking something or someone. 

But he’d put the half-finished folded paper down on the table about five minutes ago, and briefly fussed with his phone until he threw that on the table, too, and the kitten took advantage of his lack of distraction to demand attention. 

Steve’s given it another five to ten minutes before Bucky falls asleep against Steve’s shoulder, and then awards himself a gold star – mentally – when he’s right. 

Then, very carefully, he puts the tablet on the side table and turns – still careful, and pretty slow – until he can shift over and move Bucky until he’s using Steve’s leg for a pillow, instead of his shoulder. 

Abrikoska scolds him for making her move, but then curls up in the space by Bucky’s stomach, now that he’s curled on his side, and goes to sleep. 

Moving him doesn’t wake Bucky up, not quite – when he stirs, Steve rests one hand carefully on his head and strokes down to the back and side of his neck, smoothing his hair back, and the frown on Bucky’s face eases a little, and he goes still again. 

Steve watches him for a moment or two, just to make sure, before he reaches for the game again.