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âhairless cats are disgusting!â
âhairy women are disgusting!âÂ
(Not my own work!)
yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine
The moral of the story is: always take time to cry for a few hours before making important decisions.
So Iâm more or less being facetious here, but this is actually a thing.
Hamlet is genre savvy. Hamlet knows how Tragedies work, and heâs not going to rush in and get stabby without making absolutely certain heâs got all the facts.
Except once he thinks he has all the facts â once heâs certain that it really is the ghost of his father and Claudius really did kill him, he rushes in and stabs the wrong guy, which starts a domino line of deaths and gets Laertes embroiled in his own revenge tragedy and ultimately results in the deaths of nearly every character other than Horatio.
Thatâs the irony and the tragedy of the story. Hamlet knows his tropes and actively tries to avoid them, and the tropes get him anyway. Itâs inevitable, the tropes are hungry.
I want a sticker that says the tropes are hungry so I can put it on my laptop
i met a scholar once who said that tragedies arenât about a silly âflawâ or anything, itâs about having a hero whoâs just in the wrong goddamn story
if hamlet swapped places with othello he wouldnât be duped by any of iagoâs shit, heâd sit down & have a good think & actually examine the facts before taking action. meanwhile in denmark, othello would have killed claudius before act 2 could even start. but instead nope, theyâre both in situations where their greatest strengths are totally useless and now weâve got all these bodies to bury.
The tropes are hungry and the hero is in the wrong goddamn story.
I love this post.
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I want âThe tropes are hungry and the hero is in the wrong damn storyâ tattooed somewhere on my person
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And on the topic of Cary Elwes... (Iocane Powder in The Princess Bride)
Remember that scene in The Princess Bride where Westley challenges Vizzini to a battle of the witsâyou know, the one with the iocane powder?
The last few times I watched the movie, something about that scene didnât set quite right with me, and Iâve been developing a theory about whatâs really going on.
Westley was involved in a battle of wits against Vizzini, a battle which, necessarily, involves a certain amount of deception. I think that Westley was deceiving Vizzini about his use of the iocane powder.
Westley describes iocane powder to Vizzini as being âodorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.âÂ
When presenting the poison to Vizzini, Westley also gives him the explicit instructions âInhale this, but do not touch.â
While I believe Westley may truthfully have spent several years building up a resistance to the effects of iocane powder, I propose that rather than poisoning both goblets as he claimed to have done, Westley didnât pour the iocane powder into either cup of wine!
Especially since the iocane was in powder form, I suspect that rather than being an ingested poison, it was an inhalation poison!
Vizzini wasnât poisoned when Westley poured (or didnât pour) iocane powder into the wine goblets, but when Westley told him to waft the vial of iocane powder. Since iocane powder is odorless, Vizzini wouldnât have noticed that trace amounts of one of the âmore deadly poisons known to manâ had been introduced into his systemâŚtrace amounts that were still enough to kill a man within minutes.
And since iocane powder came from Australia, and itâs well documented that Australia is home to some of the most venomous species of plants and animals on earth, thereâs no reason not to believe that such a small quantity iocane powder could have killed a man of Vizziniâs stature.
Westley had already won the battle of wits before it had begun, and was simply stalling for time until the poison took itâs effect.
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This is, in all likelihood, the most important post Iâve ever made on this blue-bordered website.
holy shit.Â
Has anyone asked William Goldman about this?
I showed this post to my husband, and this was his assessment:
Watch it again. I just noticed something. âItâs odorless, tasteless, DISSOLVES INSTANTLY IN LIQUID. âItâs a two-stage bomb. A binary explosive. He sniffs the vial, and now he has HALF of what will kill him sitting in the back of his throat. Westley doesnât put anything into either glass of wine and simply waits for Vizzini to dissolve the powdered poison by drinking the wine. Westleyâs not stalling, heâs waiting for the inevitable. It doesnât matter how long it takes Vizzini to come to a conclusion. The moment that the wine hits the poison, he is toast.
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I had a dream that I was living in colonial times and wearing colonial American clothes. I was walking down the street and the weather was really nice. There was nobody else on the street because it was Sunday and everyone else was at Church. In the dream I thought to myself âIâm so glad I donât go to church, I am a witch.â Once a witch always a witch right?
Past life or just an awesome dream?
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i tried again and got dog HOW AM I AN ART KID
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Do You Think that Donald Duck and Darkwing
Ever just sit and have coffee and discuss parenting.
Especially in terms of adopted children and the struggles with that?
âSometimes I just stare at the ceiling and realize two people had to abuse a kid and three people had to die just so I could be happy.â Darkwing would swish his beer can around before taking a swig.
Donald would snort. âI canât even take care of all three all the time. My uncle has to help-â
âI can barely take care of one. Iâm waiting for the day I screw up past the point of no return.â
âArenât we all,â Donald mumbles, before the two clink beer cans in solidarity.
But at the end of the day, thereâs something to be said of how the kids latch hold of the both of them. Theyâll give each other a look (maybe weâve got a chance) before corralling their kids to bed, the complaints of âIâm not tired!â echoing through the halls.
I do. I do every day.Â
Itâs more, âWe donât know what weâre doing with these kids, and weâre hoping weâre not screwing them up like we are.â
I kind of imagine them discussing laundry matters and school work. Gosalynâs immune system isnât as strong as it could be, and Drake has to make sure she takes all of her vitamins in preparation for the day.
Donald complains that he wasnât responsible for the color coding system. It was Della, and he didnât have the heart to change it. He keeps up with it, and has to buy color detergent because he doesnât want their colors to fade every time they go into the wash.
Thereâs always going to be that fear. That worry where they didnât do something wrong. They shouldâve done this instead of that, but their kids seem happy, they are happy they tell themselves. And theyâre alive and healthy. This helps comfort them.
@humanityinahandbag @miilkydayz you two are going to make me cry.
So happy thoughts.
Drake complaining that Gos has this ratty old shirt she wonât let him throw out. Itâs too big for her, and it has dozens of holes and she tore her room apart looking for it when he took it away to be washed.
Donald nodding, and offering to show Drake how to patch it up, and a few tips on taking care it doesnât rip. Drake sharing a few tips heâs picked up repairing Gosâs toys.
Sharing disaster stories about home improvement projects, and the best way of removing yourself when you crash through a wall.
Sharing pictures and videos, and the two of them crowding around their phones, because even if they are sharing these videos, they still want to watch.
Thereâs a play, a community thing, and somehow both Gos and Dewey have parts. (Itâs launchpadâs fault, heâs helping build the scenery) and Donald and Drake working together to put together their costumes. It turns into a competition, everyone is laughing at them, but then Dewey and Gos is up on stage (for about 2 minutes, they donât even have lines) and both Donald and Drake have video, so they set up a viewing side by side to compare, the sounds better on one, the camera was steadier on another.
And somehow, nothing they do seem to break this odd little friendship theyâre building. Not missed meetings (crime never sleeps! Scrooge grabbed Donald for an adventure!), not the weird stories, or occasional lie, or failing to talk for months on end, not the fact they are both super competitive.
Itâs a friendship grabbed in the inbetween moments, they have too much in common, they know not to rely on the other, but somehow, it works for them.
Oh my goodness, yes.
Gosalyn has a terrible immune system. But so does Huey. He was the runt of the bunch and itâs consoling to know that so far, heâs turned out fine. But they still trade vitamin brands that worked best.
They exchange recipes over text. Stuff that Gosalyn loves and stuff the triplets canât stand. All organic baked ziti that the triplets would kill for and Gosalynâs beloved beef and noodle stew that heâll make whenever sheâs laid up.
Darkwing will send Donald pictures of Tuffy and instructions on how to patch up beloved dolls and Donald exhibits an incredible knack for fixing dents and scratches in any video game.
Sometimes itâs as simple as a picture. Drake texting over a snapshot of him in bed with Gosalyn ticked to his side. âRare moment,â heâll add âEnjoying it while it lasts.â
âYou donât know the half,â Donald texts back, a picture of all three of his boys quietly reading the comics at the breakfast table.
Theyâre their own little single parent support group.
And for what it is⌠it helps.
@robinine-blog @miilkydayz one last thing I have to add to my last reblog
While weâre at it, they definitely are a support group. Which means that they talk at the best moments. And talk through the worst.
Tantrums are a common theme that gets texted about. Either the three are holding a riot, practically unionizing against him, or the single tiny terror has blockaded herself in her room and has come to the conclusion that heâs practically Joseph Stalin and sheâs living under the cruel reign of a dictatorship.
They talk through the resolutions, too. Either if they apologize or, more likely, when shame faced small children hook to their waists and mumble quiet please for forgiveness into their torsos.
On laundry day, Donald jokes that heâs washing apologies out of his shirt and Drake bitterly comments that his sweaters are too heavy with guilty tears and thank god for oxyclean.
Hospital visits are tougher. When Gosalyn ended up in the ER with a random bout of seizures or that one time sheâd had pneumonia and heâd found her in the early morning practically coughing out a lung. When the triplets all got chicken pox or when two of them broke a wing and the third had nearly broken his neck and so much of it was Scroogeâs faultâŚ
They share anger. Frustration. Grief. Loss. Uncertainty.
When theyâre afraid theyâre not good enough.
When they tell the other that they are.
Itâs always good though when the pictures arrive on the others phones. Of children fully awake and happier with their favorite dolls tucked under their chins.
Gosalyn holds Tuffy and wears her favorite torn shirt. He took Donaldâs advice and patched it using bits of an old Darkwing cape. Thereâs a short and blurry video of her rasping out complaints and demands. âDadâ sheâs barking out through a sandy throat, âdad Iâm cold! Youâre supposed to lie down next to me, dad!â The caption reads âHooray! My arch nemesis, The Bossy Terror, returns!â
And the triplets all have their best grins, all holding tiger dolls. Every child has jello. The triplets like green. Gosalyn will only eat orange.
âGood day,â Donald texts. âNo pain! Ordering pizza!â
âBetter day here, too. Going home tomorrow. Promised her Iâd make soup. Updates to come.â
Theyâll meet up for coffee later and discuss the relief. The shared panic. The way they could all finally breathe.
Support groups are usually bigger than theirs. But thatâs okay. Theyâll make do.
@robinine-blog @miilkydayz BUT THESE HOSPITAL PICS THOUGH.
The triplets ALWAYS have broken bones. Gosalyn seems to always get sick.
They go through a lot of tissues, a lot of tears, and a lot of jello.
@miilkydayz @humanityinahandbag you are killing me here.
But what if, well Drakeâs new at this. What if Donald has to walk him through the medicines? Like Drake is going to go for one thing, because itâs always worked for him, but Donald has to point out, no you canât mix that with Gosâs usual medicine. And Drake gets super paranoid?
YES! @robinine-blog @miilkydayz
And you know why!? Becuase Huey is the runt. And so Donald has his hands full of medications, vitamins, doctors visits, and eye drying whenever the anger and frustration and unfairness of the whole thing became too much for the duckling.Â
Huey often boasts that heâs the âoldestâ triplet. He is, in a way. He hatched first. Hatched too early. Hatched without having built up the right resistance or immunities. Della had fretted and fussed and feared. Donald had taken over her duties when sheâd gone, and hadnât realized the full extent until he had.
So Drake coming to him about Gosalyn, while he sits on a plastic hospital chair, voice cracking and hands shivering -âŚthey said itâs because of her past⌠something about her parents⌠sheâs too small, Donald⌠sheâs underweight⌠thinking Iâm not feeding her enough⌠they said⌠they told⌠I donât⌠I just donât⌠help⌠she had a fucking seizure and I couldât⌠a seizure, Donald⌠I didnât⌠I canât⌠how do IâŚ- isnât news.Â
âGive them her records,â Donald would instruct calmly. âSheâs probably going to need iron supplements.â
Or in the mornings, when thereâs about fifteen pill bottles to choose from and Donald needs to teach him how to color code for morning, noon, and night, because thatâs what he does with Huey (mornings are blue, evenings are pin, and afternoons are bright, bright yellow)Â
The worst of it, Donald warns him ahead of time, are the frustrations that build up.Â
heâs been there.Â
Watching Huey completely lose it. Having to be there to pick up each and every peice and shove them back together, no matter how messy or unnorganized. Heâll tell Drake over another one of their coffee meet-ups that thereâs no real preparation. No exact right second when it all can collapse. It isnât a tower of blocks. Youâll never see it falling. Itâll just collapse. And when it doesâŚÂ âYouâll never be ready,â says Donald into his coffee. âFirst time Huey did, I wasnât even sure what to do. Poor kid. Heâs tired of being tired and I canât stop it.â
Drake Mallard was not prepared. He wasnât prepared, after her first soccer game, to absolutely lose it in the back of the car. Sheâd been so quiet. Hecouldnât see why sheâd been so quiet. Until her face had twisted in his rearview mirror and the hiccups were followed by sobs which were followed by wails which was all followed by him jarring the wheel to the right and stopping them at the shoulder of the road.Â
âHoney-!â
âI-I c-c-couldnât kee-ee-eep u-up! I haa-AAaate this! I hate everything!â Heâd seen what she was talking about, somehow, even from the bleachers. Those odd few seconds where his daughter, usually so fast and quick and venemous, had stopped to catch her breath. Had halted. Had looked pained and put out. Had added it to the list of other problems no doubt already seeping through. He could see it. Even while he twisted round in the drivers seat. The way she fidgeted through her cries. Her feet were already swelling inside her kleets and her downy fur left her freezing cold in the chilly night air.Â
Youâll never know, Donald had said. Youâll never be ready.Â
He hadnât been ready. Still. He reaches behind and tugs her into the front steat. There arenât any words. There donât have to be.Â
Runts. Theyâre still something society kept hush hush. Something that base instinct still kicked at and pointed down towards from its pedestal. Huey feels it. And so does she. The lowest platform on the biological stepping stools.
It stings. The aches, the pains, the medications, the lungs, the soft feet, the softer fuzy bodies. The endless scorn from a silent society that eyes you with contempt.Â
Born wrong. Thatâs the tern heâd use (and he would have to remember it for his next coffee date with Donald.. born wrongâŚ)Â
He kisses her brow and lets her sit on his lap behind the wheel, and they stay parked on the side of the road until her sobs turn back into hiccups. âAw, GosalynâŚâ heâd sigh. Sheâd sniffle in return âLetâs go home.âÂ
The next day there will be color coded medication and food charts and calorie counts. But that night, shâll sleep in his bed, curled up and miserable. And heâll text Donald and not hear back until the next afternoon while heâs in the middle of helping Gosalyn get ready for a new day.Â
you did good, Donald will text. Coffee today?
Please!
Theyâre parents who both have a runt as a child. Thankfully, Donalds done it long enough to show him the ropes of handling that medication taking, doctor visiting, calorie counting, tear wiping, tantrum having, emotion filled journey. And Drake Mallard, who is exahusted and scared, but regrets absolutely nothing, is more than hapy to take lessons from a pro.Â
@humanityinahandbag and @robinine-blog
You bet your bottom dollar Huey Duck was the runt of the nest. When he hatched at the hospital, the doctors immediately knew something was wrong. Donald was in the hatching room with Della. It happens. He had to calm his sister as she started to worry over how.
While his brothers came into this world just as well, Huey came at the worst possible time for him. Some hatchlings need to remain in the egg for an extended period of time. He was shuffled to an incubator.Â
My headcanon is that eggs are laid about a month or so after conception. They hatch approximately 7-8 months later.Â
Itâs entirely possible Donald wasnât around when the boys were hatched. He was in The Navy at the time. He didnât come home until Della had managed to create some form of normalcy in her home. She had a calendar and charts. She was definitely an overwhelmed mother.
But we know Donald was there since the boys were toddlers, so he had to have been there before Dellaâs disappearance.
And whe she goes missing, he goes through the extensive process of discovering how comprehensive Dellaâs schedules were.Â
Medications, vitamins, formulaâŚand the expensive as hell formula that only Huey can drink. Itâs specifically made for ducklings who have hatched too early. Also the detergent gentle for downy feathers and vitamin deficiency. Donaldâs been dealing with this for 12 years; at some point heâs got a system for them, especially Huey.
What are you doing to me with Drake? What did this manâŚoh jeeze.
But yesâŚDonald knows the rodeo. Right now, Drake needs instruction. He needs comfort and sympathy, but he needs instruction to ensure he doesnât lose his daughter.Â
Heâll show him the different pill containers. Blue, red, color coded and Date branded. Drake is going to need these to ensure nothing gets mixed up. Because things gets mixed up, and itâs freaking dangerous when mix ups are digested.
Huey is in the Junior Woodchucks. Itâs an outdoorsy organization, and can you imagine how worried Donald was about letting him join? Huey returns home with the forms. Heâs beaming like heâs never done before. Heâs got this goofy grin on his face when he shoves the application in his face.
âWhatâs this?â Donald takes them from him and starts to read through the first page, âJunior Woodchucks?â
âYep! Itâs an awesome club that teachings young men all about responsibility, physical awareness, and helping the environment!â
Donald wants to say no. His first instinct is to tell him no. He gets sick so easily, and heâs afraid of what will happen. What if an adult doesnât know? What if he isnât there? But he canât tell him noâŚhe canât deprive him of this, so he signs the papers. The next day they go to Duckburgâs local JW center.
He lays down the law in no uneven terms. They need to know this, and theyâre both afraid, a little wary of what the Troop Master will say. But the man is understanding and nods firmly.Â
Thereâs a deal between them. It isnât hard. Huey is mindful of his medication and his limitations. He hates admitting them, but he has no choice. Itâs non-negotiable, and the only way he can stay in the JW.Â
Think of Dewey and Louie, the first time one of his illnesses catch up to him, and theyâre terrified. Donald has to comfort and ten to Huey while tending to Dewey and Louieâs emotional needs at seeing their brother sick like that. They know the routine.Â
When Donald meets Drake, when he meets him for the first timeâŚhe doesnât like. Drake leaves an impression. All it takes for them to click is to see how they interact with their kids, and itâs easy to drop a line, to leave a phone to text and call.
Donald lies in bed, and feels great about it. Heâs come a long way from when they first met, and while heâs helping Drake, heâs relieved to have some of the s tress lessen. Heâs got someone to communicate with and understands what itâs like.Â
HELL TO THE YES @miilkydayz @robinine-blog
And I still firmly believe that a huge chunk of this IS a perception society has of them. Before theyâd been given the ability of speaking and walking and having houses, while they were still just birds in ponds, preyâŚ
Runts were always the first to go.
They hold back the process of advancement. Of evolution. Of passing genes forward. Usually, the runts were either left for dead or quickly finished off by a predator or the nearest duck or goose who felt kind enough to do the family a solid.
Runts were killed for the convenience of not having them live.
Itâs taught in every biology class, in every history workshop, in most playful little childrenâs songs sung while they hold hands and spin round and round
Fuzzy wuzzy was first to fall
Fuzzy wuzzy was born too small
It isnât hard to spot a runt, kids used to whisper behind the slides. Theyâre fluffier! And smaller!
Gosalyn remembers the first time her second grade teacher had gone over the history of St. Canard. Could remember the moment sheâd said that the biggest and the strongest birds had built it and someone in the back had asked âwha about the runts?â
âWe donât use that word,â the teacher had said. âItâs rude.â
âNo it ainât. Itâs what they are. What about em.â
âWellâŚâ she pondered. âThey would have been gone by then. Most parents didnât keep⌠ahem⌠runts. Usually the father would, well, you know-â
âKill it out back?â
Gosalyn flinched, her own father popping into her mind.
âNot quite the way Iâd put it but yes, sure. Usually it was the fathers job to quickly take care of the less suitable babies. Now, back to how they-â
Less suitable. Even the teacher has her ideas about it. Thereâs something that still exists. An odd base instinct maybe? A terrible string of hatred that they were born with that made them want to exclude and eliminate the weaker links of their societyâŚ
Gosalyn comes home in tears.
No medication or calorie counting can fix it. Just a few good hugs and grilled cheese and a long talk on the couch on how she isnât weaker. Isnât a bad egg. And heâs not going to take her out back and do the deed (sheâs giggled at that through the tears so at least he got a few smiles from it all)
Huey gets it, too. Scrooge has his own idea about runts. Heâs from a time where doctors believed they could cure such an âailmentâ and had, in turn, ruined many a childâs life. But his perceptions of them still remain. Weaker. Less able to help or contribute.
Dewey and Louis are so protective of their brother, it can be near unbelievable. Heâs the eldest. He should feel responsible for them. And yet, the tables turn faster than they could stop, and the two youngest are quickly reasserting themselves as the eldest.Â
Gosalyn⌠Gosalyn is an only child. But she still has biology and history classes. Sheâs torn down from the meager distance of her second isle desk.Â
Donald and Drake talk about it over the phone. About letting them sign up for soccer and football and hockey and Junior Woodchucks and Varsity and go on camping trips when theyâre not sure what will happen when theyâre out of their sight.
What might occur. What might be said. Especially if theyâre not around to patch it up.
In the end itâs all about communication. Donald has Huey call him from Junior Woodchucks every afternoon before lunch. Drake has Gosalyn check in every day from the counselors office when she convinced him that all day soccer camp was a good idea. They go over everything quickly, exchange I-Love-Youâs and hope for the best.
Thereâs ultimately some unfairness. And that may very well be how Huey and Gosalyn finally meet.
When his brothers are allowed to do sleep away camp. When Honker is given permission to do a week long camping trip. When other kids get that ONE THING that theyâll never get. That freedom theyâre still not given.
Huey had lost it. Gosalyn had completely blown up. There were tears and cries of âI hate youâ and so much apologizing heads might have started to spin.
But things to quiet down to a miserable, sniffling beat.
Donald and Drake need support then more than ever. With two kids gone and with a single kid absolutely grief stricken, they meet up. And they bring along the two kids. Itâll most likely be at Scroogeâs mansion just because of the variety alone. And they let the kids introduce themselves.
These two might have never gotten along. Huey might be a geek, but heâs got more of a spine than Honker and two brothers to boot.
And yet, this is the one thing that binds them.
âWell,â Donald makes coffee and hands Drake a mug, âthis is a disaster.â
âHonkerâs not back for six days. Not sure how Iâm going to get her to cope.â
Donald snorts. âRoll with the punches and try to make it fun.â They clink mugs. Upstairs thereâs laughter and the sound of running. Better than before, at least.
âCan we just stay here for six days?â
âMake it two weeks. I signed his brothers up for the half experience and itâs still not short enough.â
âWeâre gonna need a schedule. Mini golf on Tuesday?â
âWhy not. Scrooge has boats if you want to sail Wednesday? Thereâs some good swimming around the mountain.â
âAs long as itâs not too cold. And we get them out in time.â The list of rules is long, but Drake prides himself on near memorization. Donald lifts his glass in a salute.
âAmen.â
Two figures bound down the stairs. âDAD HUEYâS GONNA SHOW ME THE GROSS BUGS OUTSIDE!â
âTheyâre called insects-â
âWhatever book worm! CAN WE DAD!?â
âSure. Be back for lunch.â
âKeen gear!â
There are hugs. Promises. Then theyâre out the door.
Doing laundry when they come back dirty and disgusting is easier when all the right detergents are already laid out. Drake takes notes about the best brands. Heâd been bouncing between two or three.
Making a calorie-appropriate lunch with a side of color-coded medication on the side is even easier with the other there. And there are no complaints about taking them when the two are too wrapped up in talks about bugs (insects!) to notice the pills theyâre being handed and popping back with glasses of OJ.
I have no doubt that Gosalyn and Huey become close. Closer than she could be with the other two of the triplets. They share these griefs and strifes.
At the same time, Donald and Drake find an enormous common ground. Donald may have hated Drake before. But he gets it, now. He absolutely gets it.
(And yes, absolutely, they do become close. They check one another. It makes Huey feel useful to boss someone around about medication, especially when that someone is younger. And it makes Gosalyn feel a little more powerful to show him her best tips and tricks for double layering socks so his feet wont hurt in the house. Theyâre an odd pair. But it works.)Â