tragedy comedy history buggery

Gemma. 26. UK. Professional science nerd, amateur history nerd, slightly goth.

I like terrible puns, ugly clothes, historical dickheads, and downer endings.

Sometimes I write silly fics and AU ideas about dead people. Feel free to join in.

I also run fuckyeahcharlesthesecond. No regrets, just Charlie.

Well. Richard is one smooth motherfucker.

lipstick-glam-and-glitter:

Adam Ant

Act 3, scenes 6 and 7:

Bastards. Bastards everywhere. Literally and figuratively. BASTARDS.

Machiavellian schemers (/actual Machiavelli). Ganymede. References to classical same sex couples. Devil imagery *does Paul Hilton Faustus hand gesture*. Tragic falls. Speeches where someone thinks they can have everything. Um…
(this feels a bit like a drinking game now)

I’m just going to leave this here in case it actually does become a drinking game

I cannot BELIEVE you don’t have a Kit kit checklist thingy already. Or a dozen. For every possible occasion and circumstance :-P

To be honest with you, I pretty much have one for fic already, because fic!Kit has a tendency to be a wizard/wearing a dress/swearing like Malcolm Tucker’s time-displaced little brother more often than not

-severed heads -discount tents -strawberries sounds like a shopping list to me

It’s part of a bizarre histories marathon drinking game, probably

I CONCUR

you guys <3

It’s very the Guise from Massacre at Paris too (but yeah, it’s an actual thing, Richard III [character AND the play] are often compared to Marlowe, similar time as his plays and v. Marlovian type character at times)

Aha, thanks! I knew it was something I’d already seen, but I couldn’t quite remember where. And yeah, I feel like I ought to have some kind of Marlowe checklist (a Kit kit?) so I can find all the things to compare and get excited/nerdy about.

Your Richard III posts are the actual best :D

Haha, thank you :D I’m trying to be entertaining while losing my mind, I’m glad it’s working!

Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.

This bit reminds me of Marlowe. Specifically, it reminds me of the bit in Edward II with “You must be proud, bold, pleasant, resolute / And now and then stab, as occasion serves” (and possibly also something else, but I can’t quite remember what that is)

Is that just me? Or is that an actual thing?