#hamlet is such a blorbo

[secret-sageent]

y'all better get ready for so much goth twink slander on here soon we are starting Hamlet next week in my Shakespeare class

#hamlet is such a blorbo #i want to punch him #but also get him to therapy and give him hot chocolate #and set up cuddle times with him and horatio #hamlet #hamlet prince of denmark #hamlet prince of being a little bitch

[fallen-angel-adam-frankenstein]

heavy breathing, growling noises

#he is the blorbiest of blorbos. can i put into words why? no. #13yo me imprinted on him like a duckling when i first was exposed to hamlet and that was it for me. i was doomed. #my gremlin brain took one look at him and said THAT ONE. I WANT THAT ONE. and i haven't known peace since. #hamlet #horatio

[oxenfreeao3]

This is your semi-regular reminder that fanfic is mainstream.

And I don’t mean, “oh, we talk about Ao3 more openly now.” I mean fanfic is paid for and distributed by major publishing houses.

Like, what do people think books like “The Song of Achilles” even are?

I will holler about this until I’m dead:

The delineation between “cringe” and “not cringe” hinges entirely upon copyright law.

You can publish New York Times Bestselling Fanfic so long as your source material is old enough.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #the song of achilles #society legitimizes fanfic so long as it can be sold for profit #something something capitalism #the lion king is a hamlet au and aslan is a Jesus fursona #anyway new source materials enter the public domain every year #pretty soon you’ll be able to sell fic of stuff written in the 1930s #make Sherlock Holmes your blorbo it’s legal now

[abracazabka]

I wonder if we've always been crazy about blorbos... I imagine we've always frothed at the mouth over little guys. Over Hamlet, over Lancelot, whatever. Humanity is nothing if not deranged blorbo-lovers. It's a bit comforting.

#blorbos #humanity #lmao #lancelot #arthurian legend #shakespeare #hamlet #literary history

[operagroove]

he’s charmed me with his pathetic aura

#hamlet #shakespeare #hamlet fanart #english blorbo

[currently-becoming-potatoes]

People are out there having sane, explainable, rational thoughts about their interests, meanwhile the second I open my mouth to talk it’s just

#blorbo #shitpost #ramblings of a madman #aaaaaa #aaaaaaaaa #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #aaaaaaaaaaa #aaaaah #aaaaaaa #*sobs violently* #asdfghjkjhgfds #asdfghjkl #my babiiiiiiies #:( #genshin impact #project sekai #greek mythology #hamlet #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #wondashow #vivid bad squad #vbs #writing #creative writing #world history #human history #relatable #i try to be funny #tumblr humor

[handmemyshovel]

imagine: horatio, stuck in a never-ending play.

the first go around it’s normal. he doesn’t realize he is in a play, this is just life as it always is. he is coming from college to see his friend and his father’s funeral. but horatio notices the chaos that seems almost staged. but he doesn’t think too much of anything unusual, this is life as it always is! just… chaotic. sad. a friend in pain but what can he do about it? thinking of it… maybe he brought his own friend into this madness, into his death. and as fortinbras steps in and the stage goes dark, horatio is suddenly swept back in time. back to that night.

it’s the second play, but horatio doesn’t know it. he looks at bernardo and marcellus, wondering how he got here. notices how they repeat the exact words that happened nights ago, horatio responds with what seems natural. he says the same things too. and it all repeats. horatio is filled with fear and confusion as it all repeats itself. he tries to piece things together. if all this is happening does that mean hamlet will appear again too? back from the dead? he suggests letting hamlet speak to the ghost and marcellus and bernardo don’t mention anything of the prince’s death. he is still alive then? was it all just a horrible dream? but if it was, why are things going exactly like what happened in that nightmare? why is horatio’s one best friend lying dead in his arms again? why is no one doing anything to stop this? in his confusion he only plays along, unable to comprehend what is happening around him.

until he is taken to that night again. on the spot horatio almost breaks into tears. god, why is he here again? take him away from this nightmare. but there he stays. this time he decides to pay more attention to what’s happening. he makes sure that everything is as remembered, and it is.

he pieces things together in his mind. he realizes that between scenes he would be on stage he has an extremely fuzzy memory of what happened. he realizes that when he tries to say something different than what his head tells him to it doesn’t come out. he can only say what is written. sure, he can change the tone, he can delay the line, but he always says it. another thing he can do is change his actions — as long as it doesn’t mess with how the play is being acted out as it causes him quite literal pain to do so. he does those things as much as he can. he delays lines, tries to say certain lines as if he doesn’t mean them. (e.g. he suggests hamlet speaks to the ghost in a sarcastic or unconvincing manner, gets on his knees begging and clinging onto hamlet for him not to speak to the ghost/duel laertes) another thing horatio makes sure to do is take every word hamlet speaks in. he’s heard it all multiple times now, but it means something, it means something. the words hamlet says to him before his death. horatio knows what’s to come, so why not make the good parts better?

the fourth go around, horatio tries the hardest he can to change what is happening around him. he’s in the flow now and trying to get out of it. it’s his primary goal. but the more he tries, the more he seems to be going mad with hamlet, and ophelia, and about everyone else.

and nothing is changed, not the fourth, the fifth, the sixth go around. hours and hours of the same thing, horatio can’t take it. no one could possibly take it. as hamlet speaks of the longing of death, horatio now understands and agrees. but of course, he could never say that to hamlet, he must encourage him, even if nothing is changed in the effort.

but in the seventh play horatio gives up in trying to change things. he says each line emotionless. his energy in every action is drained. he can’t take it anymore, he simply can’t. whenever he sees hamlet, he is attached to him like a leech. he can’t let go of the man. every time hamlet talks of death he weeps onto him, every line horatio delivers filled with tears, and what does it matter? nothing is changed.

finally, finally, on the eighth play horatio gives up. entirely. he delays each line as much as possible, pursing his lips until his own body forces the words out breathlessly, denying an action until the overwhelming pain of doing so, too, forces him to do it. under his breath he will mumble the lines of others that he now has memorized from the endless times he has already heard them. every death brings him sobbing, collapsing on the floor. he’ll think: “it must be my fault, i always bring hamlet to the ghost, i always bring him in the picture. i make him mad, but i can’t do otherwise, i can’t. and all this harm… i cannot get away from it, i just want away from it. i just want happiness again. for hamlet, for me, for us all.” horatio knows at this point that no matter how hard he tries, nothing will change. and if he doesn’t take action, he’ll be stuck in this hell forever. so, when it comes to the last scene, he knows what he must do.

hamlet is begging in his arms for horatio to tell his story, but horatio can’t do that. he can’t. it’s a horrible way to go out, denying the dying wish of his love, but he can’t do otherwise. he has already tried to change things and he can’t take it anymore. he drinks the poison. and in doing so there is so much pain. the pain of rejecting the play’s reality. but he ignores the aching he has in every muscle, in his head, everything feeling like it’s about to explode. he ignores it. and he drinks the poison. he ends the play. he doesn’t tell the story. horatio finally gets his rest. and, god, he deserves it.

#i did not mean for this to be so long but i got carried away #oh and no one else knows its a play btw #I hate to bring harm to my blorbo but just imagine it #and imagine putting other characters through it... #sorry i will never capitalize shit #hamlet #horatio #brainrot #someone shut me up!

[mihai-florescu]

You've heard of "could estrogen have saved her?" now get ready for "could becoming an idol have saved them?"

#could becoming an idol have saved your favorite non idol media blorbo? #me personally i think hamlet vs laertes shouldve been a dreamfes. theyd still both end up dead i just think itd be funny

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

i just watched the hamlet movie from 2009 (the david tennant one) and i am soooo. ohhhh my god,,,, girl help i’m hyperfixated on a shakespeare play.

#it was SO GOOD #i love david tennant as an actor so much bc crowley is one of my ultimate blorbos but he was really just incredible in this #and the hamlet and horatio interactions were *so fucking good* #they are in LOVE and the actors understood that assignment #anyways. they’re in my brain. #hamlet #hamlet 2009 #eli.posts

[thealogie]

Imagine doing some of the best Shakespeare in modern memory and now you clown around and get dunked on by the least successful big most influential social media website still standing.

#I’m a sheen girl not a tennant girl but I find the two extremes of tennant’s career so funny #let me real quick do some of the most skilled Hamlet imaginable and then do another silly lol blorbo

[ifwebefriends]

Damn Lucy really went “OMG I’m just like my blorbo today” huh?

#good for her honestly #blorbo from my plays #oh boy you know what tomorrow is? 😒 #september 12 #dracula daily #dracula #re dracula #re: dracula #lucy westenra #Ophelia #Shakespeare’s hamlet

[santhamantha]

The character is Doomed, you say? Melancholy? Burdened with terrible purpose? For gods sake, let me lick him

#literature #hamlet #asoiaf #rhaegar targaryen #paul atreides #dune #Shakespeare #blorbo

[bloopdydooooo]

sets out a bowl of cream for the cat but it's full of blood and it's for the blorbo

#gotta keep the blorbos happy!! #hamlet #all i'm saying is that awful wretched boy deserves it #i love him <3 #also the master. but obviously.

[knife-at-a-knife-fight]

but when Horatio said “goodnight sweet prince, / and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest” to no one but a room laden with the corpses of the royal family

but when Horatio didn’t have the time to mourn his friend for he had to manage the election to follow 

but when Hamlet to his dying breath could not stick to what he claimed, for when he says “I die Horatio” he continues speaking, when he says “the rest is silence” he makes noise as he dies

but when Hamlet, accused so oft of being selfish, considered only the throne and ensured his vote and endorsement were heard as he lay dying

but when Horatio, the only left alive, echoes the way that naught but a ghost speaks when asked what happened

#mine #Hamlet #I'm being completely normal about it #blorbo #shakespeare #willy shakes

[currently-becoming-potatoes]

Hm? Oh, don’t mind me, just going feral about Kaeya’s hangout :)

This man memorized all his lines and blocking for a play he wasn’t even meant to be in within a half hour, tops. He stood up onstage and addressed his past, his present, and what he hopes to be his future all within a few lines of dialogue (and he looked hot as hell whilst doing so, might I add). He quoted Shakespeare, rejected his destiny, and insulted the gods in one night. And that’s just the best ending… every plotline reveals new insight into our favorite little cavalry captain’s thoughts and woes and I LOVE IT.

#i am so normal about him #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #kaeya hangout #ramblings of a madman #(is he slightly hamlet-coded or is it just me?) #blorbo #blorboposting

[not-a-newt]

Hamlet // Yorrick (Mass Effect: Annihilation)

Seems, madam! Nay, it is! I know not 'seems.' / 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, / Nor customary suits of solemn black, / Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, / No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, / Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, / Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, / That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, / For they are actions that a man might play. / But I have that within which passes show. / These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Thinking about Yorrick and how he would relate to this line (of Hamlet talking about how it isn't possible through any physical means to externally express his drastic emotinal state), as an elcor surrounded by aliens whom he is physiologically unable to meaningfully convey his emotions to outside of the traditional one or two word tone indicators, in spite his characterization as a perceptive and emotionally intelligent character, especially during those last few fanatic moments at the end of the novel

#mass effect #mass effect novels #mass effect annihilation #mass effect andromeda #Yorrick #Hamlet #Shakespeare #space newt #newt speaks #he's honestly one of my favorite blorbos right next to Kent Connolly #he may weigh a literal ton but emotionally he's just a little guy #and I'm currently having emotions about him #also yes I'm so obsessed with him that I'm literally reading Hamlet for the first time rn #because I've literally consumed every official piece of mass effect content