"If You Give Me Your Girl, and You Give Me Your Trust..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

This is the car I will have when I have a car of my own. Click on 'launch the minisite' and then go to Beetle Movie and watch the Forces of Good film. ^_______________^ Eeeeeeeeee.

There have been people in my house since four-thirty. I had to hide in my room from them, and I only came down when summoned for supper, and then spent the rest of the evening in the kitchen washing dishes. I washed dishes that didn't need to be washed. I am just absolutely terrified of Susan and Sandy. Mum and Waen really like them, but Susan's awfully sarcastic and smart and scares me to death, and Sandy behaves as though I'm a child prodigy, and aaaack. I truly am scared. On the plus side, I finished a book and a half, and did enough dishwashing to leave my hands smelling of soapbubbles.

...I must get some more Hamlet icons. I shall have to achieve that to-night, perhaps.

(I also need to finish all my pending Hamlet fic. Hamlet/Horatio, Horatio/Ophelia, Hamlet/wombat. I will get them done.)

...

...Er, I'm awfully sorry to have to ask this, but nobody hates me, right? Because this is one of those nights when I'm fairly sure everybody hates me.

...I might go to bed early.

Comments

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Eeeee, thankyouthankyouthankyou. You're wonderfullll.

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Okay! Finding even semi-decent Horatio pictures from that production is being a pain, so it must wait, but, in the meantime, variations!

...Which are still mostly sad, dang it.

That's a Wendell Berry poem, like I said. THE most depressing love poem EVER. ...Okay, not quite. But close.

And a different image, different production...

I am forced to admit that it's a set of lines from a song from Pete's Dragon. *whistles* It's not my fault it's a Horatio/Hamlet song.

And then there's this. I have no idea what to do with this, but it's pretty much priceless, so I saved and iconed it. All the reviews of the production describe this as Punk!Hamlet. He seems to spend much of the play wandering around half clothed. And, um.



I dunno. It looks to me like what happens when someone says "How can we make the obligatory Horatio holds onto Hamlet or, in our case, vice versa, moment even SLASHIER?"

Or maybe it's what happens when you let certain kinds of theorists/fans do the costuming. Who knows? All I know is that I cannot think of something to put on it. Any ideas? Do you want it?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*...wibbles. a lot*

(--I'm not sure that I want it, but I think that the appropriate line is 'there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy'. ^_~)