enjolras with hippie new age parents that named him something so outrageous that it’s no wonder he goes by his last name
#he smells like patchouli and has a bunch of bracelets and his hair is just hopeless#and he wears chipped nail polish all the time and he’s barefoot about 78% of the time and he always has hand lotion #because he makes it with his dad from like goat milk or some shit like that #grantaire is absolutely horrified when he falls in love with this hippie loser (via: Thylaed )
okay things have been happening today and I’m happy so does anyone want to talk about jehan and/or jehanparnasse?
I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU
OH U SWEET SUMMER CHILD
so remember those sonnets, you know, about one hundred and twenty-six of them, the whole thing about “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day”
written to a hot male earl, dude
in 1640 some asshole named john literally had to change all the pronouns in those 126 sonnets because they were super fuckin queer and he was not comfy with how super fuckin queer they were
also, like, casual elizabethan bisexuality? christopher “they who love not tobacco and boys are fools” marlowe? the venetian “tit bridge”, where prostitutes were commanded by official decree to stand around topless to entice men who were bangin’ too many dudes, because there were so many gay men it was becoming a legitimate social problem?
welcome to the wonderful world of “literally everyone in the past was queer”, friend, enjoy your stay
ive always thought the most revealing line hamlet says about himself (besides “o, what an ass am i”) is the “o i could be bounded in a nutshell and call myself king of infinite space, if it were not that i have bad dreams” bit. because it outlines his Problem so simply, or maybe just because it always feels to me like my problem. “i could do anything, i could do anything i wanted to or that anyone else wanted me to, if i wasn’t hecked up from the neck up”
Besides “if i wasn’t hecked up from the neck up” being the greatest phrase ever, this post is also Very Important because you do see Hamlet slipping here from pretending to be insane to actually talking about problems he has. It’s like halfway through To Be where he goes from being ~dramatic~ to stopping and saying that he is terrified of death and the afterlife, and confiding in the audience his fears.
It’s brilliant. We as the audience are also being duped by Hamlet and we don’t even realize it. Except, unlike his family being tricked into thinking he’s insane, we are being tricked into thinking that he’s dealing with things fine mentally and emotionally ever since the ghost showed up. It’s only in the little moments where he slips from acting mad to genuinely expressing the problems he’s having that we begin to realize Hamlet’s true mental state. He’s a clinically depressed teenager crying out for help with nobody hearing him, resorting to dropping hints and hiding behind jokes. To the audience. He is begging us to help him, and even we who have witnessed everything can’t even hear him.
Brilliant, but so so sad.