Troilus And Cressida Is The Wildest Shakespeare Play Because In One Scene You’ve Got The Most Boring

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Malevolent (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John/Arthur Lester Characters: Arthur Lester, John (Malevolent) Additional Tags: Fluff, Holding Hands, Touching, set before episode 16 Summary:

Arthur, John said again though, voice disapproving and the man was nothing if not stubborn. This is a bad idea. Without really thinking about it, Arthur moved his hand and covered John’s, lying next to his.

“Sleep, John,” Arthur mumbled. “We will worry about what this means tomorrow.” He was too tired for mysteries tonight. Underneath his hand, he could feel John’s fingers twitching slightly, curling inward and touching his own before uncurling again.

In the Dreamlands, Arthur and John find a bed and some rest and comfort.

Mercutio handing Benvolio knives for the better part of a song. (And that last bonus gif where he doesn’t give him the knife and Benvolio looks so annoyed.)

the three wives shared a single child but dracula just PLOWING through the crew of the demeter sir someone has to drive the boat

I love my dead gay son!

Graf von Krolock  (via incorrect-tanz-quotes)

One episode of TMA that I will NEVER be able to shut up about is 170 (Recollection). The first episode that made me properly cry! Not only is it a beautiful exploration of Martin as a character, but humanity in general.

The light, innocent, childish small talk that Martin offers to the tape recorder. He tries so hard to keep it comforted, welcome in his home, looked after. It'd be wrong of course, to ignore it, even in his despair; others should always be put first.

Through tangled, rambling sentences, Martin manages to always explain away his own emotions, actions... To be visibly uncomfortable, unwelcoming, is wrong. He offers up his life, details of his existence, but talks them into offhanded mentions.

The subtle embarrassment he has for himself; a hallmark of much of English society. Everyone must be a self contained functioning person, lest they risk being 'odd', 'troubled', perhaps even 'disruptive'.

And as Martin's inhibitions fade, as his memories of everything grow dim, his instinctual desperation shows so painfully through. Desperately reaching for answers, as a child desperately holds their hand out for an absent parent.

Martin never had a safe person to reach for, someone always there for him. His father gone before he really knew who he was, his mother infinitely distainful... This abandonment mirrored by Jon's absence that floats into his mind in phases.

And even to be denied the pain, to forget what you were crying about, there's something terrible about it. Feeling the lump in your throat, the tears on your cheeks, but never really being sure why they were there, if they even are.

And the chairs. To be denied the simple comfort of a soft place to rest.

Martin's eventual return to his duties, caring for his mother, the subtle falsified joy he finds in it, and his decline into self hatred, blame. How easy it is for him to find his way back to a place of insecurity even when he has nothing to grasp onto.

And how strong he stays. How ready he is to shoulder the blame, to carry on, to be there for anyone who might need him, anything. It's all outside, and when he falls deeper into the fog his internal, pressed down emotions spill out.

All of Martin's fears come from a place of worrying he isn't enough, and this domain reduces him to a state where he is nothing; and yet, he prevails.

Modern Hamlet character designs. I love them far too much. 😭

Hot people find 1996 Tybalt attractive

#artists

A poster my sister saw yesterday at Barnes and Nobles

Edit: it’s apparently by @teal-individual!