bonesandpoemsandflowers:

I think it’s very funny to be me and abandon an honestly pretty well selling for the niche romance trilogy to go insane and labor for years on a socio political piece on Latin culture/heritage/etc starring an indigenous death god and a dog and I’ve been foam at the mouth constantly obsessed with this for years, I’ve rewritten it at least four times, I’ve workshopped it, queried it, fought about it, cried about it, lost friends over some of the ideas in it, gone to the Bahamas to research parts of it, and literally the ONLY thing to actually for real distract me from The Great Work in all these years is my brain going “hold up, we gotta go obsess over the fictional murder-y musical French dude again.”

I’m gonna change my author bio everywhere to “it’s very funny to be me, actually.” that’s it. that’s the bio.

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bonesandpoemsandflowers:

my niche headcanon is that Grappler Baki and Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal take place in the exact same batshit homoerotic universe

at some point one of the world’s top kung fu fighters goes up against a thawed out caveman (just go with it) and loses, and the caveman’s whole deal is that he only eats what he defeats in battle so the caveman is just eating homeboy’s leg before the sensible adults in the room tranquilize the shit out of him, and guy who’s down one leg and most of a shoulder wakes up in the hospital later absolutely emotionally wrecked about breaking his implicit promise to the caveman and basically being like, you guys should have let him eat me, how can I live with this shame?

also everybody is absolutely obsessed with the recently thawed out caveman. “I can think of nothing else,” and “he is the most beautiful creature on earth,” and “I am interested in no one and nothing but him,” all these dudes are saying, and, in fact, the whole plot is various freshly insane men sneaking into the caveman’s enclosure to fight him and everybody is so happy to potentially die.

also they name the caveman Pickle.

my niche headcanon is that Grappler Baki and Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal take place in the exact same batshit homoerotic universe

bemusedlybespectacled:

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dukeofbookingham:

penfairy:

oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half - because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy - but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised - they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison - but BAM he died and they all cried out - and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre

Apparently something similar happened during a production of Much Ado at Rikers Island because a bunch of inmates wanted to beat the shit out of Claudio, which is more than fair tbh

honestly Shakespeare would be so pleased to know his plays were nearly starting brawls centuries into the future

I played Claudio once and I fully support this

“When we took Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure” into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side…there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that “If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.” And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: “To whom should I complain?” And a woman in the audience shouted: “The Police!” And then she looked right at that woman and said: “If I did relate this, who would believe me?” And the woman answered back, “No one, girl.” And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theater great in prisons, it’s what makes theater great, period.”

Oskar Eustis

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garnet-xx-rose:

Babe get up we got to watch the “Musical about a French Man living in isolation in a gothic building longing for kindness and compassion from others and seeks it from a young woman that also feels like an outsider” Trifecta

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noandpickles:

My bf studied japanese in high school and often says “gambate!” (not sure of spelling) to be like. encouraging. I think it means roughly “let’s get this bread.” However, as someone who took spanish in high school, it always sounds like a command to me. And as near as I can tell, in spanish it would mean “go shrimp yourself.”

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I’m definitely not a fluent speaker, so I could be wrong, but here’s how I got there:

In Spanish, some (informal, I think?) commands are formed by dropping the “r” from the end of an infinitive verb. (Every infinitive verb in Spanish ends in r.) For example, “to run” is “correr.” If you want to tell someone to run, it’s “corre.” If you want to tell someone to do something to something/someone, you append a little pronoun thing to the end. From “besar” (to kiss) we get “bésame” (kiss me). From “cocinar” (to cook) we get “cocínalo” (cook it). From “callar” (to silence) we get “cállate” (silence yourself/shut up).

So, “gambate” immediately reminds me of “cállate,” which is a rude command. It would be formed from the verb “gambar” and the second person object “te” for “you/yourself.” But “gambar” isn’t a word in Spanish. However, “gamba” is a word. It means “shrimp.” So while it isn’t technically grammatically correct, in the same way we “verb” nouns in English, the noun “gamba” is being used in the place of a verb here. “Gambate” (or more properly “gámbate” to maintain the correct stress for both the Spanish and Japanese). “Go shrimp yourself.”

Native spanish speaker. You’re quite right about your linguistics here, and spanish speakers love to make up new words by conjugating existing words (at the very least, my parents do)

My confusion stemmed from never having heard the word gamba before. To my knowledge the word for shrimp is camarón

So i looked it up and apparently gamba actually means prawn. So it’s actually go prawn yourself

native (Latin American) Spanish speaker here who went to Spain once with zero prep and was baffled by “gambas al ajillo.” camarón? camarónes? camarónes por favor? and so on, for what felt like days but was probably one meal.

so to me OP’s post reads like

go shrimp yourself (Spain Spanish)

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