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they kept each other’s contact info :)
“I like this place
and could willingly waste my time in it.”
—William Shakespeare
Can't think about Romeo and Juliet without going insane (affectionate) about how genuinely good of a play it is and without going insane (derogatory) about how often it's been misinterpreted that a lot of conversations about it completely disregard the context of the story to make Romeo and Juliet's love seem superficial and "just being overdramatic dumb teenagers" instead of them both being born into a war they didn't ask to fight in, both having recently been put in awful situations regarding their other romantic relationships (Romeo having gone through what was more or less a bad breakup and Juliet being forced to marry an adult she doesn't know or love- of course they'd fall for someone who understands how they're feeling when nobody else will listen to them), and both of them having friends and family die over this feud that neither want to participate in. Why the fuck wouldn't they want to try to make things better??? Why wouldn't they plead and fight and kill and, eventually, die themselves to try to prove this battle pointless after every other attempt at both peace and escape has failed them??????? Gods I know I'm definitely overreacting but I get so frustrated when people water it down to "see this proves that love at first sight is a stupid trope" when that's literally the opposite of the play's themes. ALSO the story- while it's very common knowledge these days that it's a tragedy- WASN'T PORTRAYED LIKE THAT!!! Like yes, the prologue tells you that the main characters are going to end up dead at the end- but it's impactful because you're supposed to almost forget about that line, and wonder "how could things possibly go THAT badly?"!!! The entire first half of the play is framed as a comedy!!! You've got overdramatic monologues, a silly sidekick, old men swordfighting in their pajamas, a nurse that is well-meaning but ultimately incompetent! And then the silly sidekick dies. And very, very suddenly, it's no longer a comedy. Now it's a tragedy. And when this silly sidekick curses both the Montagues and the Capulets? Now you know. They're doomed. No matter what they try, something will go wrong, because the blood this feud has shed has cursed them all. And while they may try, and oh Lord, these characters try, they can't escape their fate.
Absolutely obsessed with this decedent slut
*violently taps screen*
LET ME REBLOG IT!!!
Anyways I’d like to cite Mads Mikkelsen having to fight himself from kissing Hugh Dancy at the end of Hannibal.
King shit right there.
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; "What I Did Wrong"
Text ID: His cheek against my cheek, / his mouth on my mouth, / his hands on my hair / to be gathered / close closer / This was the source of my suffering and joy
"what the fuck is your problem?" (compliment)
version of spn where dean is openly bisexual the entire time and definitely fucks a priest during a job and sam is does his judgmental little "dude" and dean is like "i already went to hell once man,, what's the worst that could happen" and everytime there's a new bad guy or apocalypse sam is like "this is bc you fucked a priest" and eventually he says it in front of Cas who does his little squint and head tilt and just
"You what?"
how the most dangerous thing is to love
5 times Q unintentionally hurt James by triggering memories of Vesper, and one time it was a comfort (the being mean to Bond fic). 5,300 words
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“What could 009 have possibly said to have you smiling like that?” Bond demanded. He had passed the other agent on his way to see Q for equipment, having come in just as 009 was finishing up his own business with the Quartermaster.
Q sighed exhaustedly and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, 007, I don’t know why you waste your energy being jealous of him. You’ve more charm in your little finger than he does in his whole body.”
Bond froze, his expression stunned before quickly shuttering. When he remained quiet rather than offering a dig at 009 or a quip in return, Q eyed him curiously.
“007?”
Bond blinked, looking past Q with a blank expression. “Sorry. Forgot to tell Tanner something,” he said curtly, spinning on his heel and striding quickly back out of Q’s workshop.
“007? …Bond!” Q was abruptly on his own again in the workshop. What the devil was that all about? Q had expected flirtation in return, as was Bond’s wont, perhaps a salacious comment about what he could do with said finger. He’d thought he was giving the man a compliment, but it seemed to have landed wrong, somehow. He was quite certain that Bond didn’t actually have to speak with Tanner.
No matter, Q told himself. He didn’t have time to wonder over the agent’s moods. He had hoped for a bit of distraction when Bond came in, as he was usually good for a bit of banter, if not outright flirting, and he was a treat to look at, but Q supposed that would have to wait until later. He had equipment to clean and put away, and a distressing number of emails awaiting responses. Bond was bound to come back, as he needed to get his gear before leaving for his flight to Taiwan in the early hours of the following morning. Q had plenty to occupy himself with until then.
Continua a leggere
Anyway if this post reaches 30000 notes I'll sit down and professionally film a Goncharov movie scene you can send to people who claim it's not real. This is completely serious, I've made movies before and I'm willing to do it for the memes.
we're playing a game on twitter!
likes and reblogs here don't count 😉
male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'
death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'
I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts
death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.
male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.
No but imagine kevin and neil facetiming during night practice after kevin goes pro because neither of them are used to practicing alone. Andrew is there because of course he is.
Neil would set up a laptop on the home bench and Andrew would sit down beside it to watch both kevin and neil practice amd they'd come up and talk to him during breaks
Even after andrew graduates he still joins the call to watch them. Night after night, without fail, he watches them play.
And sometimes, on sleepless nights, neil sits near a window at the tower, calls kevin and just- talks. Talks about exy, about classes, about how the new freshmen are hopeless and andrew's new coach reminds him of wymack.
How neil took a younger fox to exites, and how it reminded him of when kevin took him to buy a new racquet. How nicky used to make them tea on quiet nights and aaron would begrudgingly sit down beside neil with a stack of notes from class.
Some nights kevin would sit in the little balcony of his apartment, warm blanket around his shoulders, and call andrew. And sometimes they'd rest in comfortable silence, each other's prescenece was all they needed.
Other times andrew would let kevin talk about whatever historical period he was obsessed with that the time. Letting his words wash over him and fill and soften the tense silence of the night. Andrews shoulders would relax for the first time that night, his heart would calm, he'd sink into the comfort that was kevin, right tbere on the other end of the line, fully prepared to stay all night, morning practice be damned.
The first night kevin comes back home to palmetto, he sleeps in the monsters' dorm. No one says a word about it. And no one mentions how this is the most well rested neil has been in weeks.
The first time kevin and neil practice together after kevin went pro? No one dares come between them. Even as andrew took his place at the goal.
They snap back together as of they'd never been apart. They weave around each other, perfecting each impossible pass and play. Kevin taught neil every new trick and drill. Andrew stood immovable at the goal, seemingly ignoring kevin's proud (and a little smug) smile and neil's open grin, making the the striker duo struggle for every goal. Andrew's patience would soon run out, the next night he would simply watch from the bleachers. But for now, he indulged them.
Come morning they'd have to acknowledge the fact that their time was short. Some they'd all be pulled apart into different worlds, different courts, so far away from home, but that was tomorrow.
Tonight there were here. Tonight they were home.
We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like
Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you! Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean: I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you! Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean: I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I bet if a mushroom could lap water out of your hand with a tongue that a gently drinking mushroom tongue on your hand would be the softest and gentlest thing.
Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care
Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck
i think we as modern humans have a tendency to forget that historical people were also humans who had thoughts and feelings and dreams just like we do
it took us a hot minute but the badges are done. reblog to receive your badge
Summaries/sneak peaks into some of my wips bc if I throw them out here I’m accountable for posting them eventually
Kevin & Aaron jokingly promise one another that they’ll get married if they’re still single at 35. Oh, hey, look, Aaron turns 35 this weekend and Kevin’s been 35 for a year. Oops! Good thing Kevin’s been in love with him for over a decade! (Awkward fluff, Kevaaron)
It’s been more than a decade since the death of Neil Josten. Andrew Minyard graduated, paid for his brother to finish medical school and then quietly moved to Colorado, slipping out from the foxes grasp bit by bit until he was just a shadow in their memories. Trapped in the monotonous cycle of loneliness and anger, Andrew is completely fine. Until Kevin shows up again (angst angst angst, Kandrew)
Kevin is a professional Exy player. Neil is a wide eyed young reporter. Kevin has plenty of money and Neil really doesn’t mind being a sugar baby. Especially not when his sugar daddy is his idol (it’s like 40% Kevin taking Neil on dates, 60% smut. Kevineil)
Wymack hits Neil with his car and ends up taking him to The Foxhole, a group home for kids with nowhere else to go. He learns how to person, makes some friends and kisses some boys (fluff, Kandriel)
Neil is the ghost that haunts the quiet country house Andrew and Kevin have just moved into. Neil likes them. They’ve got cats (though the cats don’t like Neil), they wander around shirtless and, most importantly, they can see him (nothing but fluff, Kandriel)
A collection of snap shots of Andrew and Neil cuddling from the first time to them when they’re middle aged (soft cuddles. Andreil)
Neil owns a bookshop. Andrew owns the very loud music store next door. Arguments are had, revenge is attempted and feelings are felt (I don’t know what this is yet but it’s obviously more Andriel)
Nicky is a little insecure about his relationship with Erik. This is 5 times Nicky realises Erik loves him just as much as he loves Erik. (Fluff with some smut sprinkled in. Nerik because there is not enough)
Kevin is Andrew’s gorgeous if slightly intense housekeeper. Staring and shenanigans ensue (idk but it’s Kandrew)
AFTG Headcanons (Pt.4)
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 ||
Andrew sucks at telling his emotions apart bc ✨trauma✨ so he starts picking up habits to help him. He tucks his thumb into his fist when he’s hurt but leaves it on the outside if he’s angry. If he isn’t sure, he just has to look down at his hands to figure it out.
Kevin has a vague grasp of the rules of chess at best and has never won a game in his life
On the subject of chess, Nicky buys Kevin the drinking game version of chess (the one where all the pieces are shot glasses) for his birthday
One day, Andrew discovers a new fear: walking past a group of teens and having them all coincidentally laugh just as he goes past
Neil’s really good at reading expressions and eventually he has to do an hour long presentation for Matt about the different types of side glances the girls do bc Matt doesn’t understand how they’re doing that and he wants in on their secrets
Nicky and Allison are mean together. They don’t often get along, but the odd days they do, someone is going to regret their life choices
Speaking of the two of them being mean, clearly trying to explain to Neil that he can’t dress like he’s homeless didn’t work and neither did trying to use Andrew as leverage so they just try to bully him into doing better. It doesn’t work because Neil doesn’t give a shit what anyone says about him if it’s not about Exy
Kevin models for a promotional Exites event, but the pictures are like, super cringey for the foxes because they know him and ew. Upon finding out that even Kevin hates them, Dan and Allison (and Renee who will vehemently deny she was a part of it) bully their way into getting one of the ten foot posters and stick it to the outside of fox tower where it stays for two months
When the freshman first start, the foxes set up a challenge. Andrew and Aaron dress identically and every freshman has to guess which twin is which. Those who get it wrong have to do a forfeit decided by the twins. Punishments range from buying Andrew enough cigarettes and ice cream for a month to having to run through the library naked at a peak time
Aaron is king of sitting in weird positions. He’ll be studying at his desk crouched like a little gremlin or watching tv with his legs in a W shape. Sitting in positions like that has made him oddly flexible, and Katelyn is the only person in the entire world who will ever know that Aaron can easily do the splits
Renee is excellent at being patronising. She’d never argue with someone directly, that’s not her thing, but if you get on her bad side, be prepared to be patronised for weeks. That little false smile and “sure, sweetie” is enough to drive anyone mental
((I have more, but they’re going in a separate, sad hc post bc I want to keep this one lighthearted))
Headcanons for cry time:
⚠️mentions of death, mental health, etc⚠️
Andrew labels all his clothes. Not because he’s worried Aaron’s going to steal them (that is part of it, though) but because he has a name. He spent so many years as Doe, unclaimed and unwanted but now he has a name and it’s his and he’s a Minyard for better or worse. He’s not unwanted anymore. When his name first changed, he spent hours writing it over and over again on everything he owned. Andrew Minyard.
Wymack does that thing where he accidentally calls his foxes by the wrong name. After Seth’s death, he turns to Matt when he’s being an asshole and snaps “shut it, Gordon.” His grief comes back so quickly because he will never yell “Gordon!” across the court or be able to pat Seth on the back and say “good job kid” again because he’s gone
Nicky finds life incredibly hard when he finally moves back to Germany to be with Erik. He hates himself for it. It should be good, it should be a fairytale. Erik’s the love of his life, the man of his dreams! But Nicky feels lost. He’s spent seven years away, but when he moves back he feels wrong. The house is too quiet, the room too dark. His bed feels too heavy with Erik in it. Erik finds him on the sofa one morning and makes him talk about it. Things go up from there, but glacially slow.
Aaron never recovers from his nightmares. Coping with them gets easier with time, but they never go away. He’ll wake up shouting in his sleep, mind full of blood and bare skin and Andrew’s hurt. The first time he has a nightmare and Andrew is in another state, he has to call his brother at two in the morning and get him to stay on the phone until Aaron can sleep again.
Of the three Fox adults in the story, Bee dies first. Andrew’s known her for twenty years and then she’s just not there anymore. Sure, her memory was all but gone and she couldn’t walk by herself but it was still Bee. Neil doesn’t know how to help, can’t offer anything other than the vague offer of assistance if Andrew needs it. Andrew spends a month curled up in a ball eating ice cream and being angry at the world for being so cruel. Then, Wymack dies too.
Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care
Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck
TW: animal death / injury / death For grandma, who loved pigeons, and for grandpa, who did not but wanted her to be happy. Please hear me out <3 WEBTOON
he has the looks of a depressed english professor and the soul of a whore.