#sorry honey you're getting a whole damn Essay

[theteaisaddictive]

shakespeare adaptations ☕️

thanks, babe!

so imo, a really good shakespeare adaptation is one that engages, on some level, with what the play is about. thematically, i mean. like how othello is about race, and maan is about gender.

to speak about maan first, i very recently saw a production which gender swapped beatrice to bertram and leonato to leonata. on vibes alone this play worked fantastically, because all of the actors were charismatic enough to pull off their roles without having to think too hard about it. but also, does the 'oh god, that i were a man' speech work as well if the actor playing beatrice is a man? does leonato's joke that his wife has 'many times told [him] so' that hero is his daughter work as well when she's a woman, making the joke about herself? honestly, i don't think so. the context of the larger play is such that thematically, it is more cohesive if the character's genders are as written. that's obviously not to say that changes should never be made -- betram was a femme gay man, a very obvious outsider to the boy's club of the soldiers, and that made the speech work. likewise, a female benedick could work despite the lines of 'it is a man's office, but not yours'.

regarding othello, a few years ago i saw a national theatre production where iago was also played by a black actor, and his wife emilia was played by a desi woman. it was also a modern-day production, really bringing into sharp focus the themes and ideas of racism, colonisation (othello is a soldier after all), and the ways that 'model minorities' hurts everyone. i haven't read or watched as many versions of othello as i have maan, so my analysis is going to be weaker, but even with the cringy white rapping scene the production really highlighted and built upon the themes of the play.

this is ofc not to say that choices in shakespearean productions can't be made on vibes alone. the gwendoline christie midsummer night's dream where they changed the script so titania and oberon said each other's lines was a fucking delight, even if they did lean super hard into the 'real world is oppressive and masculine and ordered, fairy world is free and feminine and chaotic' thing that literally everyone does with mnd. likewise, versions of romeo and juliet where the feud is altered to lines of race or queerness also Work, because the themes are so universal. the maan i saw which had a gay bertram and benedick was definitely floating on The Vibes, and i had a fucking fantastic time attending. i just think that you get a little more out of it when you do thematic shit as well!

#asks #stagepresenceofapotato #shakespeare #sorry honey you're getting a whole damn Essay

[witchandthyme]

The Breakfast Club (High School!AU)

Summary: Six high school students from different walks of life endure a Saturday detention under a power-hungry Principal. The group of teens includes a nerd, an athlete, an outcast, a rich kid, a rebel and the new kid. Each has a chance to tell his or her story, making the others see them a little differently.

Warnings: Slight cussing.

Word count: 2614

A/N: thank you @toofarintomcu for making the aesthetic~ another inspired fanfic based off one of my favourite movies & certain lines are taken directly from the movie c:

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Dear Mr. Brolin…

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions as a brain, an athlete, an outcast, a rich kid, a rebel, and the new kid. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

The early morning fog hung heavy over the city. It captured every building and every tree, making it so hard to see with the faint light of the occasional street lamp.

Inside the beige coloured car, a boy with ruffled brown hair sat in the passenger seat while a lady with a disappointed look sighed. “Is this the first time or the last time we do this?” The lady said sternly. “Last,” the boy replies annoyed. “Well, why are you still here Bruce? Get in there and use the time to your advantage.”

“Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing.” Bruce got out of the car and walked towards the school.

Behind the straight-A student’s suburban was an old white pickup truck. A boy sat in the passenger seat he had his arms crossed as he heard the beginning of his father’s lecture. “Young man, guys screw around, except you got caught.”

“Yeah, mom already chided me.” Steve, the honey-haired athlete was not ready to be reprimanded by his father. Mr. Rogers was a sweet and caring man, but just a glance from him when he is angered sends chills down Steve’s spine.

“Do you want me to tell the coach to make you a benchwarmer the next three games? Miss your opportunity? Then no school is going to give you a scholarship to a discipline case.” Mr. Rogers gripped on to the steering wheel; he already wanted to leave his son here so he can learn his lesson.

Steve puts on his leatherman jacket and gets out of the pickup.

A girl with fiery red hair that resembled the burnt orange sun walked in front of a black car. She paid no attention to it and continued to walk towards the school while fixing her ebony sunglasses.

Tony Stark got out of his father’s black Mercedes rolling his eyes at his father’s comments. He wore from head to toe luxury branded clothing. As he walked to the school gates he pushed back his chocolate hair and looked at the guy dressed in all black get off his motorcycle. “I’ve seen you around.” Tony sneered at his rustic appearance.

Bucky took off his helmet and looked at Tony, “What.” he said annoyed as the rich kid continued to mind his own business. He soon followed behind him and into the school gates.

After a long hassle in the early morning a white car drives by. “It’s your first year here y/n and you already got detention. Sweetie, moving to New York was not an option.” A lady says as she looked at her child through her mirror. “Mum, I do not need another pointless tirade of yours.” Y/n said putting her f/c headphones around their neck. “See this is why you got detention. Speaking your mind doesn’t make you a defective, but it sure as hell will make you grounded for an entire month. Don’t speak to your mother with that tone of voice again. Now go.” Y/n’s father says harshly as they get out of the backseat. Y/n walks towards the large school doors and makes her way to the library were she sees five other students already sitting down.

The library was huge. Row after row were neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, shelves arranged by various types of genres such as historical, fiction, scientific, etc., books in French and Spanish filled an entire row of shelves, comfortable leather armchairs were scattered across each section, wooden tables were at the front for quiet study, the librarian’s desk was near those wooden tables and the desk had a neat pile of books which students returned and papers filled with information next to the computer.

There were only six tables in two rows of three. Steve and Natasha are sitting at the front table, Natasha has feet up on a chair; Tony is sitting behind them. Bruce is sitting on the opposite side of the library across Tony as for Bucky he is sitting in the back corner table.

Y/N decided to sit down in front of Bruce. Steve and Tony look at them and snicker.

“Well, well, well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time…” A tall, broad man says looking at each one of them. He holds a stack of paper in his left hand and he continues to address the group with such disrespect that leaves the teens to wonder how he became principal.

“Excuse me, sir? I shouldn’t be here I swear there was probably a miss understanding. I get that it’s detention, but I was put in here for such an idiotic reason… please I ,just feel like Mr. Nova didn’t agree with my sense of reasoning and…”

The principal ignored y/n and continued to talk.

“ It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours to think about why you’re here. You will not talk and you will not move from these seats.” Mr. Brolin glances up at Natasha and points to her “ and you will not sleep.” Mr. Brolin pulls the chair out from under Natasha’s feet.

“Alright. You are going to write an essay of no less than a thousand words describing to me who you think you are,” he passed out paper and pencils, “My office is right down the hall. If I catch any of you doing some funny business then I’ll see you here next Saturday. Any questions?”

Tony raises his hand. “Yeah, does Barry Manilow know you raided his wardrobe?”

“I’ll give you the answer to that question next Saturday, Mr. Stark. Don’t mess with the bull young man, you’ll get the horns.” Mr. Brolin leaves the room allowing the group of teens get comfortable.

“That man is a pain.” Stark mumbles as he takes of his grey coat.

“You can say that again,” Natasha says as she taps her fingers against the table. Tony looks at her confused.

Y/N was still annoyed that she had to be here instead of being home and asleep.

“What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?” Tony says as he stands up.

“I swear....” Natasha looks up at him.

Tony chuckles, “Well if you gotta go you gotta go, right?” He unzips his trousers, the sound caught everyone’s attention.

“Please don’t.”

“Dude, you’re not urinating in here!”

“You whip it out and you’re dead before the first drop hits the floor.”

“Geez, guys it was a joke .” Tony zips his trousers again and sits down again crossing his legs.

“Well it was horrible and disgusting just like you are.” Y/N said turning her gaze to a now exasperated billionaire.

“Sweets, I’m far from disgusting. If anything I was clearly just being realistic.”

“I don’t like it…” an irritated voice mumbles

“Tony, can you shut up for one hot second!” Steve’s ocean eyes were filled with anger as Tony had being bothering everyone with his comments. Both boys have a rough history together, they’ve been frenemies since day one of high school.

“And if I don’t?” Tony raises an eyebrow intrigued to what the soccer player had to say.

“I’ll…” He wanted to come up with a comeback but at last he had always been bad at coming up with one on the spot.

“Excuse me, guys I think we should just focus on writing the essay.” Bruce says waving his paper. However, they ignored him. Steve glared at Tony.

“How about somebody closes the door so we can have a little privacy from our principal,” Natasha announces pointing her pencil to the door.

“The door is supposed to stay open…” Bruce states. Bruce had always been a good kid, he always followed the rules and was obedient.

“And…?”

“So why don’t we close it and let the fun start.” Tony got up from his seat and walked towards the two large doors. On his way to close the doors, he managed to hit Steve on the back of his head. “Hey! Can you stop being so damn annoying.” Steve rubbed the back of his head as he glared daggers at him.

“Ah, I’m so sorry… I guess you’d have to miss your next match, star player.” Tony says as he scans through the papers on the librarian’s desk. The papers contained information of which books have been returned, taken out, or have gone missing. Nothing interesting to him.

“Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?” Natasha advises him as she sits up on the metal rail that was separating the first and second floor of the library.

“With an ego like that you’re bound to be judgemental,” Steve replied as he paid no attention to Tony’s rude comments.

The group of troublesome teens hear Mr. Brolin on the phone as he moves into the hallway. Tony immediately sits down next to Steve as if he forgot their argument. He sits with his arms folded on the table. Brolin enters the room and looks at the kids, he makes a hmph sound as he leaves.

Tony stands up and laughs, “ Oh, we’re definitely closing these doors now.” He peeks out the door to check if Mr. Brolin is still roaming the hall luckily he didn’t hear any noise. He turned around and pointed at Bucky who seemed to be sharpening his pencil with a pair of scissors that were left on his table. “Hey, weirdo come and help me remove the screw from this door.”

Once Bucky manages to remove the screw the double doors slam shut.

“Guys, that’s school property! We can’t mess around with it…” Bruce exclaimed with worry.

“We just did.” Bucky said throwing the scissors he used to remove the door’s screw onto the nearest table. Y/N jolted in fear as if this was her last day on earth. “Be careful!” She said loudly, her face was blanched due to fear and shock. Taking the pair of scissors she decided to keep them in case someone happens to do that again.

“Now, before anyone gets murdered can you two fix the door?” Steve asked as he glanced at Y/N who was being calmed down by Bruce. “Yeah, Steve is right, fix it.”

“Aren’t I a genius?” Tony said prancing around the entrance.

“Nope.”

“If you were a genius you wouldn’t be here.”

“I said genius, not a good guy…”

“Oh, then you’re an asshole.”

The room disrupted into chaos as everyone started to tell Tony that he was quite the opposite of a genius. Soon the obtrusive teens quiet down as Mr.Brolin storms into the room. “Why is that damn door close?”

Nobody responded everyone looked at Mr.Brolin with a façade of innocence. “Someone better answer or you all get detention for another week.” Mr. Brolin looks at y/n.

“You, do you know why the door was closed.” Y/n looks at her principal and with the act, she tells him, “No, we were all sitting down like how we’re supposed to.” Mr. Brolin crosses his arms against his chest, getting annoyed each minute by these kids. He looks at Bruce who was pretending to write the assignment. “How about you?”

“What about me, sir?” Bruce asked confused as he puts down his pen and looks at his scary looking principal. “Who closed the door?” Mr. Brolin asked a bit louder than his normal shouting voice. “I think a screw just fell,” Natasha said as she pointed at the doors screws.

“It, just closed.” Steve said shrugging. Nobody wanted to tell him the truth because they were all afraid of him even the school’s most wealthy student who can probably fire him. Mr. Brolin aura was dark and cold, whenever he entered a room the atmosphere would turn tensed and unpleasant as fear spread across a person's face and mind.

Mr. Brolin looks at Bucky who sat in the back. Bucky jolted and looked down at his desk, fear and anxiety getting to him. “He isn’t the best in situations like this, sir.” Steve told him. Steve used to be friends with Bucky when they were both in primary, but he soon stopped talking to him as Bucky became distant and quiet during their last two years in primary school. After primary, he went to live in Russia for three years and once he returned for his 2nd year of High school he had changed completely, the only person who had recognised the long messy haired boy was Steve yet he never approached him again fearing he wouldn’t know who he was.

“Give it to me.” Mr.Brolin asked the redhead. “Don’t have it.” Natasha responded, the idea of him thinking she’d steal a screw vexed her. “Why would she steal a screw?” Tony told Brolin with a slight chuckle, “Screws fall out of things all the time… , maybe the doors weren’t built right… the world sure is an imperfect place, right sir?” He added as he looked at Mr.Brolin who mouthed at him two Saturdays now, kid.

The principal went near the door and he tried to hold it open with a folding chair that was near the pupils. “That isn’t going to work, sir” Bruce pipped up and added, “The door is way to heavy.”

Bruce was right as the door closed again despite the chair. The students heard their director groan in annoyance. Mr. Brolin opened the door, “I’m going to be right outside those doors if I hear anymore ruckus then I ought to crack skulls!” Tony mouthed what Brolin was saying and as the principal left shutting the door, he cussed at him.

Bruce looks at the clock, it reads a quarter past eight. Bucky pulls out a lighter and burns the edge of the paper then he starts to put out the flames before it becomes a hazard. Y/n puts on her headphones and listens to music as she rests her head against her palm. Natasha robbed Tony’s coat when he wasn’t paying attention. She wears it over her shoulder and begins to play with a loose string she found on the hem. Steve is drawing an image of central park. He soon erases the little mistakes he made. Tony folds his papers and adds parts of wire inside the paper, he tried to replicate one of his newest projects he had made.

Soon everyone fell asleep.

Part Two

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