Mom says Katherine has superpowers like Superman. She can do anything with ghosts—no, not ghosts—Mom always corrects me. Guides? Spirits? All the words are so different here. Feels like I’m having to learn everything all over again. King Lear provides a basis for "the primary enactment of psychic breakdown in English literary history". [36] The play begins with Lear's "near-fairytale narcissism". [37] Hole retrieved condoms and lube from the nightstand, and King said, “Lie down on the edge of the bed, Boss.” Critics are divided on the question of whether King Lear represents an affirmation of a particular Christian doctrine. [44] Those who think it does posit different arguments, which include the significance of Lear's self-divestment. [45] For some critics, this reflects the Christian concepts of the fall of the mighty and the inevitable loss of worldly possessions. By 1569, sermons delivered at court such as those at Windsor declared how "rich men are rich dust, wise men wise dust... From him that weareth purple, and beareth the crown down to him that is clad with meanest apparel, there is nothing but garboil, and ruffle, and hoisting, and lingering wrath, and fear of death and death itself, and hunger, and many a whip of God." [45] Some see this in Cordelia and what she symbolised—that the material body are mere husks that would eventually be discarded so that the fruit can be reached. [44] Holinshed states that the story is set when Joash was King of Judah (c. 800 BC), while Shakespeare avoids dating the setting, only suggesting that it is sometime in the pre-Christian era.

I knew it was the right thing to do, but once again, he’d forced his way right past my defenses and left me feeling like a weak man. Like a man about to cave to desire. He’d known what he was doing, no doubt about that. And here I thought you two weren’t hitting it off. Don’t worry, Boss. You’ve done good, and now you can have what you came here for, if that’s still what you want.” I come with baggage, but then again, so does everyone else. Mine just happens to take the form of some very sexy tops.” I glanced behind me at the guys. I was waiting for some violent gangbang to start up if I said yes, but I’d come too far to deny myself this, and for some crazy reason, I trusted Sy not to totally be an ass. I didn’t know why. But so far, he seemed to be an ass only to these other guys because it was what they wanted, what they’d signed on for. Shakespeare wrote the role of Lear for his company's chief tragedian, Richard Burbage, for whom Shakespeare was writing incrementally older characters as their careers progressed. [57] It has been speculated either that the role of the Fool was written for the company's clown Robert Armin, or that it was written for performance by one of the company's boys, doubling the role of Cordelia. [58] [59] Only one specific performance of the play during Shakespeare's lifetime is known: before the court of King James I at Whitehall on 26 December 1606. [60] [61] Its original performances would have been at The Globe, where there were no sets in the modern sense, and characters would have signified their roles visually with props and costumes: Lear's costume, for example, would have changed in the course of the play as his status diminished: commencing in crown and regalia; then as a huntsman; raging bareheaded in the storm scene; and finally crowned with flowers in parody of his original status. [62]

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We hadn’t exactly laid a ton of ground rules for what we were doing. Although, when Two had called him out on it, he offered me the validation I needed that I didn’t have to take that kind of shit from any of them. Hell, at that point, it was more like nightmares since we never followed through, perhaps because my mind couldn’t really imagine what sort of climax Sy could take me to. Or perhaps because there was this fantasy-prone part of me that believed it could be Sy himself. Like these guys were some sort of witch coven…or wizard coven…whatever the hell, something evil that could conjure up nightmares like that against my will. I wondered if he saw something different in me than he did in the others, or worse, if that’s what he was trying to make me feel like. I had to assume everything this kid did was an attempt at controlling me, the way he had managed to control these guys. But a part of me knew I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t want him to control me.

Sy’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, that stupid smile across his face not changing. “Boss, if you change your mind, you have my number.” He winked. What we know of Shakespeare's wide reading and powers of assimilation seems to show that he made use of all kinds of material, absorbing contradictory viewpoints, positive and negative, religious and secular, as if to ensure that King Lear would offer no single controlling perspective, but be open to, indeed demand, multiple interpretations. One kissed down Sy’s body, to his navel, giving me an opportunity to lean down and kiss Sy’s beautiful lips.Three times the 'Antagonists' of Danganronpa fell in love and the three times it did not end well for them. I heard the door shut behind me and turned sharply as Ass, no longer in his boxers, headed past me. He joined the other guys, choosing his place in the semicircle and bending to one knee.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, revealing that fit body—dips between his abs, his biceps and chest pushing veins forward. I bit my bottom lip, having to stifle my desire to move forward and take him in all his royal state—my King. Is that it? Is that what you were planning all along?” I rolled my eyes and stood. I figured Sy would be surprised or annoyed by my defiance, but his expression didn’t waver. Sy smiled. “You have no idea how happy that makes me…and One and Two. But with this being the case, there’s the question of Hole. What he did was wrong.” The story features sharing, meaning there is no equality—or desire for equality—in the sexual dynamics between the characters. It’s just college dudes screwing around with one guy, then another and another. They get jealous, petty, and vindictive. All manner of awful things occur between them, and some readers will not enjoy this, especially if they are looking for an MMMMM story where all the characters are in a healthy relationship with one another. The play was often revised after the English Restoration for audiences who disliked its dark and depressing tone, but since the 19th century Shakespeare's original play has been regarded as one of his supreme achievements.Kent later follows to protect Lear. Gloucester protests against Lear's mistreatment. With Lear's retinue of a hundred knights dissolved, the only companions he has left are his Fool and Kent. Wandering on the heath after the storm, Edgar, in the guise of a madman named Tom o' Bedlam, meets Lear. Edgar babbles madly while Lear denounces his daughters. Kent leads them all to shelter. King smiled as he rubbed Boss’s chest gently. “Just remember there’s a prize at the end.” He winked in that cruel, teasing way he had. He shifted aside, and Boss looked at his ass as though making sure it was worth the effort. Katherine places her hands on either side of my face and closes her eyes, taking in a breath, the way she does before our daily meetings, when she speaks for the dead. Rewritten as of Jul 5, 2023 <3 Language: English Words: 8,818 Chapters: 3/3 Kudos: 216 Bookmarks: 13 Hits: 2,979

This is how I do things around here,” Sy continued. “We play games, and I give you what you need from me, as I see you need it, but if you’re not interested, you can leave and let us enjoy one another.” And as much as I fought the idea, there was something alluring about it, nearly as alluring as what had drawn me to Sy from the get-go.And I believed him. But truly, it was curiosity that was the real enemy, because I wanted to know what he’d do, see where he wanted it to lead. Sy pushed to his feet, approached me, and caressed under my chin with his forefinger. “Yes, yes, Boss. You have been so good to us, and now I want to give you what I’ve been so cruelly withholding. Would you like that?” I had a sneaking suspicion this was all a trap and I’d end up in the middle of some fraternity haze, something to torment the new transfer student. I thought for a moment he wouldn’t have a choice, that the desire I perceived in his expression would overwhelm him the way I felt nearly overwhelmed to seize a kiss from him.