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irate-iguana · 4 months
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Sometimes two and a half millennia old comedies can be so personal.
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thesteamhunk · 2 months
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A few exerts from The Frogs by Aristophanes (translated by E. D. A. Morshead) because Dionysus in this play is one of the funny bitches imaginable
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resident-dumb-fuck · 5 months
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every stephen sondheim musical ranked by number of ao3 hits it has
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bumblingest-bee · 6 months
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my third eye just opened and i had a vision of an incredibly meta revival of the frogs in which the two playwrights they're bringing back are aristophanes and stephen sondheim
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atlasthemayor · 4 months
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(I may have to make a specific tag for these frogs comics later)
The dialogue is from a convo a friend's friend had with their bf
My friend told me it was peak nurseydex, and tbh she was RIGHT
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Polite friend asking for bugs
[id: Oat, the blue, brown and black Amazon milk frog, sitting on the edge of a bridge in their enclosure, looking out]
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petedavidsonscock · 10 months
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They've been studying in Founders for a few hours when Nursey says, apropos of nothing, “Get me a blueberry muffin too?”
Dex and Chowder both glance up at him; Dex, who’s been tapping his right hand against the table faster and faster for the past few minutes, stills for a moment, then nods and stands.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, shutting his computer. “Chris, you want anything from Annie’s?”
“Um,” Chowder says, “when did you say you were going?”
“Oh, he didn’t,” Nursey supplies. “But he was getting all fidgety.”
Dex shrugs in confirmation.
“Okay,” says Chowder, who, until now, would have been pretty sure that Dex works in total stillness from the start to the end of a project. “I’ll take an iced latte. Wait, Cait’s last class is over soon, can I ask if she wants something too?”
“Sure,” Dex says. 
Chowder sends the text. While they wait for a response, Nursey goes back to work (on an… essay? of some sort? Chowder’s not really sure), and Dex remains standing, scrolling on his phone. Cait replies a few minutes later.
“She wants an oat milk matcha latte and a croissant,” Chowder reports.
Dex nods once, frowning. “One blueberry muffin, one iced latte, one oat milk matcha latte, and a croissant.” When no one corrects him, he nods again. “Be back soon.”
And then Chowder’s brain breaks, because Nursey, who’s clearly absorbed back in his task, raises his head a little, not even really looking away from his computer screen, and Dex steps forward and kisses him on the mouth. 
Chowder hears himself make a noise like a dying fish. They both look over at him, because the kiss was really short, and it’s over now. It wasn’t a real kiss, just a little ‘goodbye see you soon’ kiss, which Chowder can recognize because he kisses Cait that way all the time, and Bitty kisses Jack like that, and Chowder’s aunt and uncle who actually still like each other kiss each other like that. Why the fuck are Dex and Nursey kissing like that??
“Oh,” Dex says after a moment. “Uh.”
Nursey has gone back to his work, but, sensing the atmosphere, looks up. “What? Oh.”
“Is there something you guys want to tell me?” Chowder can tell his voice has gone up roughly two octaves, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.
They look about equally sheepish.
“We’re, uh, practicing?” Nursey suggests finally, at the same time that Dex says, “Nursey has a thing for blueberry muffins.”
Chowder stares at them. “Sit down,” he says to Dex, who sits. He takes a breath. “Okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys have been acting weird all day. I saw you holding hands on the way to practice. And—and looking at each other. All day! A lot!” 
Dex raises an eyebrow, but Chowder plows on. “It’s like you’re together all of a sudden, but you can’t be together, because Nursey would be way smugger right now if you just got together. And you don’t seem like you just started dating. It’s more like you’ve been together for ages. But you’re both terrible at secrets.” He feels like he’s unraveling a puzzle. “And if you were keeping it a secret, why would you make it so obvious now? It doesn’t make sense! None of it—wait.” He has an idea and bites his bottom lip, considering. “Nursey, can you open Instagram?” 
“What?”
“Open Instagram,” Chowder repeats, feeling more sure by the second. “On your phone.”
“Uh,” Nursey says. He fumbles at his phone, the way he’s been fumbling it all day. Chowder watches him tap the phone screen as if expecting that to turn it on before catching himself and pressing the power button. Then it takes him almost fifteen seconds to navigate to the app: he tries to swipe up instead of sideways three separate times, and clearly doesn’t recognize the icon when he first sees it. Finally, he gets it open and says, weakly, “See? Easy.”
Dex thunks his forehead gently against the table.
“Okay,” Chowder says slowly. “Stop me if I sound crazy. But what if the reason you both clearly don’t know how to use your phones, and forgetting to go to your classes, and talking about how young we all are, is because,” he pauses, “you’ve been replaced with future versions of yourselves. When you’ve graduated and have cool new phones and have been dating for ages.”
He finishes, cringing a little at how silly it sounds out loud, but Dex and Nursey are staring at him, wide-eyed. 
“Uh,” Nursey says finally. “Yeah, that… the second one.”
Chowder blinks, then feels himself grin. “So you two do get together! That’s ‘swawesome! I’m so happy for you guys! I knew you’d make a great couple! Do you live together? Where do you live? How long have you been together? How did you start dating?” He pauses. “Wait, how far in the future are you from? Why are you here? Are me and Cait still together in your world? Are we all still friends?”
Dex and Nursey exchange a look. Chowder can’t read the conversation that passes between them, but after a moment, Dex’s shoulders drop down, and he takes Nursey’s hand in his. That makes Chowder’s brain spaz out a little: if the rest of… everything hadn’t been enough to convince Chowder that these Dex and Nursey aren’t the ones he knows, this would: he literally can’t imagine Dex willingly reaching out for affection. Especially from Nursey. Wow, the future must really be different.
“Okay, so,” Nursey says, grinning. “First thing, Dex and I aren’t dating, we’re married.” 
Dex rolls his eyes. 
“And second, here’s how it all went down.”
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thanks for reading! i'll post the second part in a few days. and as usual here's the ao3 link if you want to leave me a kudos/comment :)
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hccate · 6 months
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Aristophanes - The Frogs
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thoodleoo · 1 year
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L + ratio + we will not slow down our croaking for you + βρεκεκεκέξ + κοὰξ + κοάξ
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Dionysus would have done numbers on tumblr
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doyouknowthismusical · 5 months
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over the garden wall 🤝 aristophanes’ the frogs
frogs perform a musical number with the protagonists while they travel on a river in the underworld on a boat they didn’t pay to be on
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uwmspeccoll · 2 months
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Classics Spotlight
This 1928 edition of The Eleven Comedies by Aristophanes was published by American publisher Horace Liveright in a limited edition of 2050. While the translator is unknown, the work was translated from its original Greek to English. Originally published by the Athenian Society, a renowned literary society in London, in 1912, this edition was exclusively available to its subscribers.
It consists of two volumes with chromolithographic plates as well as black and white illustrations created by Belgian artist Jean de Bosschere. His artwork brings the characters and scenes of the comedies to life, enhancing the reader's engagement with the text.
Aristophanes, a playwright from late 5th-century Athens, was known as the "Father of Comedy" for his significant contributions to the genre. His plays, characterized by their satirical and often political nature, set the standard for comedic writing and continue to inspire modern comedians and playwrights.
-- Melissa, Special Collections Classics Intern
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atlasthemayor · 7 months
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Idea came from this old post from before I even joined the fandom
(made by @unchillnursey who's frog posts I simply adore)
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