𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 ℭ𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead is such a punch to the gut, they're so orpheus and eurydice coded. they don't know who they are without each other, and while gulidenstern desperately attempts to grasp for reality and understand, all rosencrantz can do is grab hold to guildenstern's hand as hard as he can and never let him go because guil is the only thing he knows. rosencrantz looks to guildenstern for answers, and guildenstern hunts for an answer because he can't fail rosencrantz he can't loose him, even if that means slipping into depression, at the same time rosencrantz will do anything to make guildenstern happy. beacuse all they have is each other, and they beg to change the ending, but they can't because at the end of the play rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead

I want to give guildenstern a pack of cigarettes to calm him down a little. He’s like a chihuahua with an anxiety disorder that’s snapping at ankles and I think chain smoking might help him cope with being in distress 24/7. And I would give rosencrantz a stim toy or something to play with, maybe a fidget spinner or a rubik‘s cube.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern misunderstood the genre they were in; it was actually fuck or die, and they failed to fuck, so