the biggest tragedy about classical education is that people think it's meant to make you become a pretentious snob that quotes plato or seneca unprompted when in truth it's meant to make you a freak who cries and shakes profusely thinking about the fucked up family dynamics from 2000 year old plays
whoa wait are we taking the bow contest as a serious expression of penelope’s genuine willingness to remarry??? because i was operating with the idea that it’s meant to function the same way as the shroud, giving off the impression that she’s ready to remarry while constructing a situation where she’s never going to have to make good on it– just like how she says she’ll remarry when the shroud’s finished, knowing the shroud will never be finished, now she says she’ll marry the man who can string the bow and shoot the axes, knowing that no man except odysseus can possibly do that. so even if you read her as not recognizing odysseus it’s still just a play for more time, like the shroud. she’d be able to say that she set a perfectly reasonable bride-contest and none of them won her hand, and that would probably be enough to buy her a couple more years. she absolutely does not think that any of them could actually do it.
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listen up chucklefucks, i just gotta say. I'm not defending zir, but I'm sad zie deactivated. Like, i get that trauma lasts a long time and the good stuff is maybe easy to forget?? so maybe it's just like that. And my beloved mutual @/pompeyspuppygirl made a post about zir clout chasing behavior, which is pretty shitty behavior if it's true (and if we're canceling someone it had better be pretty severe). anyways now that zie's gone pompeyspuppygirl said it was okay to make this post (again, thanks ppg everyone go follow her --really everyone in this whole drama is worth a follow)
ANYways yeah zie was my mutual and like, reblogged a lot my smaller posts. (that isn't to discredit what my mutual pompeyspuppygirl is saying about zie clout chasing ofc). AND idk zie was always reblogging art from new and undiscovered artists and reblogging donation posts (which if you don't know is really bad if you're trying to clout chase...) (again, though, ppg is my mutual i believe her.) and like, remember on valentines day i tried to blaze zir posts and zie told me to stop because zie didn't want the posts to go viral? (but again ppg is my mutual and has a lot of proof in the Google doc I'm not trying to disprove that I'm just saying what else I know)
Idk, like i feel like a lot of people loved zir's blog a while back, bc like zie DID make some good posts?? So idk why everybody's acting like they aren't even a little bit sad.,. like ngl this feels like maybe all the reasonable people left to Twitter and all the Twitter refugees who love drama came here??? shdfhhdhdhdhdh haha but idk...look idk, i just, julie i do miss you. idk. more thoughts later sorry I'm getting worked up shshs
per anon’s request, i present to you THE best version of beatrice’s monologue in much ado about nothing. i thought about cropping this but decided this scene must be watched in its full glory
oh also i wrote a poem about being cast as horatio:
i wish i could dig my fingers in between the couplets,
rip the pages open, bend back the bars of ink and let him
climb out, shaking, covered in blood, hair swept back
from his brow, ready to share a story with the yet unknowing world.
i would take him in my arms and learn him like a monologue.
i wonder if his hands would be cold. i wonder if he
would close his eyes if he cried. if he would yell like
a newborn child, freshly born from a book binding.
how awful to capture the designated survivor and expect
his heart to let his tongue teach us anything. all he tells me
is to watch my step; there are bodies on the floor. he stands
amid them all like an uncaptured citadel above a battlefield.
i would say, tell us how it happened. he would fix his gaze on mine
and say, do you know how many times i have watched him die?