monty going from ‘I’m so much better than you because I’m rich and smart’ to 'I’m literally the king of England’ is so funny. it’s like reverse character development the whole process only boosted his ego more than it was in the first place
franz is the tcomc equilvelent of an anime character who’s too overpowered so the author has to have them only show up as a deus ex machina
except instead of being a deus ex machina Franz is just there to cut the tension in heavy scenes
like franz would be so powerful if only he could be there for serious scenes
he’s really out here while edmond’s trying to be all mysterious. he’s out here, staring edmond dead in the eye. going ‘heyyy you wouldn’t, by chance, have been locked away for a long time? idk you seem like the sorta guy who suffered a lot. oh you’re headed to france? are you perchance going there to get revenge or something?“
if he would be there for the rest of the book he’d call everyone out on everything
'hey morcerf. you seem like the sort of guy who committed war crimes. you wouldn’t have happened to commit any war crimes right?’
'hey heloise. you seem really into poisons. yeah I heard your son isn’t in his grandfather’s will. you wouldn’t happen to want to kill anyone for that money right?’
'hey andrea. idk what’s going on with you. but youre definitely like. a paid actor or something. idk idk you just seem like the sort of guy who’s paid to be here. what’s up with you’
but no. instead franz just gets to be funny for a few chapters and then disappear until it’s time for noirtier to traumatize him.
characters who are undead. characters who die in the end and so they’ve been dead from the start. characters who are chased by death. characters that chase death. characters who died and came back to life. characters that die again and again and again. characters who consider their past self dead. characters who were born in someone else’s corpse. characters that claw their way out of the grave. characters whose deaths leave such a gaping wound that even their absence is still a presence. characters who are emissaries of death. characters who are alive but consider themselves dead. characters whose deaths are ambiguous. characters whose existences are defined by death.
sudden awful realization that alexander hamilton (from the musical, as opposed to the real guy) fits the same tropes as edmund my beloved blorbo from king lear, who are both infamously bastards who are romantically involved with two sisters at once, have some experience with infidelity, and also some experience fighting a war involving a british king
I remember skipping my 4th hour class nearly every day for the second semester one year because my 4th hour was gym first semester and I could go there and play and run and have fun because the teachers thought I was still in the class.
I loved gym class so much, more than any other class, including art class.
and i know people mean well when they give employment advice but god damn some of them its like “did you try submitting your resume to a place that is hiring” fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no kidding. shit. ive just been printing them out and eating them. yeah thanks i’ll try that
someone needs to cast jack wolfe in shakespeare productions asap
@hamletkin does this man fulfill the Brown Fluffy Hair Hamlet Agenda?
anyway I insist y'all watch the official PBS recording of Next to Normal (which is only available through July 1st) so you can understand what I mean when I say Get this man into shakespeare!!
and the award for haunting the narrative goes to… gabe from Next to Normal!! [the crowd cheers. everyone’s ecstatic. everyone loves gabe a normal amount]
yesterday I was so bothered by someone that I tried to make a tumblr post about how angry I was but I kept spelling angry “angree” and couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it
So bottom line is that if you’re ever so angry that you forget how to spell you gotta take a step back and cool down
love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man
love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man
