though she be but little, she is fierce

indie lesbian hermia of william shakespeare's a midsummer night's dream. " And are you grown so high in his esteem because I am so dwarfish and so low? How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak! How low am I? I am not yet so low but that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. "

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There’s another person in her bed. Another actual, human, living, breathing person and not some kind of weird necromancy shit or a demon that got in through the cat flap. A real human person. A beautiful woman, at that. Hermia. Bringing girls home from night clubs is one thing, but she’s not the kind of shit stain who doesn’t even bother to learn their name first. Besides, it’s not like Hermia is a total, total stranger, they’ve definitely talked a couple of times before, at the very least. Their bare legs are tangled in a way that feels natural, and Max cannot stop a smile spreading across her cheeks at the sound of Hermia’s gentle snoring. She’s not the kind of person to fall in love with the very first pretty girl who so much as smiles at her, except she is absolutely that person. 

Sunlight streams through the curtains as Hermia’s eyes start to flutter open. It’s a beautiful scene, and Max scrabbles for something suave and romantic to say to complete the moment. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get the chance to think of anything. Any words she might try to utter are suddenly ruined by the sound of the Pepper Pig theme blasting from downstairs. Max groans, internally at first and then out loud before offering Hermia a sheepish, apologetic grin as mummy pig snorts loudly. “I’m sorry, that’ll be my little sister. I’m always telling her not to turn it up so load.” 

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In her dream, she’s back in Greece, surrounded by her large family. They make her eat fruits, which initially look incredibly tasty but which turn rotten as soon as they rub against her tongue. As sunlight from the outside world pokes her face and prods at her eyes, her dream subsides, and Hermia realizes that she is nowhere close to Greece, nor is she even close to her own bed. Her own mind doesn’t have the time to supply more information before it is all dumped on her in the shape of Max’ voice and an apology for a cartoon played downstairs. Groggily, Hermia settles on simply blinking at the girl next to her.

The girl. Now, here’s a twist. Hermia closes her eyes again, cheeks pink with realization. She’s not ashamed, nor is she unhappy ( in fact, she believes she hasn’t been this happy in a long while ), but she now understands her dream, how it represents the expectations of her family, which she has now let down. Perhaps, though, she didn’t let them down tonight. Maybe she did when she was born. And that might make her feel bad, but that also meant she didn’t have to feel extra bad about this. Not when all she wanted to do was beam at Max and claim another kiss.

“That’s okay,” she finally manages, tongue a little heavy in her mouth. Even though she was sober as a rock last night, she’s still trying to piece it all together. Suddenly mortified, she snaps to look at Max. In a terrified tone, she whispers, “I wasn’t too loud, was I? I’m sorry, it was my first time and I... I didn’t tell you that before, did I? Oh no, now I made it awkward, didn’t I?” And with that she pulls at the blanket until it covers her face. “Just leave me here.”

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hi im still here im just .. have no excuse lol im just floatin thru space

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“That is so not true!” Hopping on one foot with a toothbrush halfway out of her mouth, Hermia manages to pull on her boot, and resumes to brushing her teeth while her phone lies peacefully on her desk with the speakerphone on. “He actually thinks you’re a catch.” The words tumble out in-between paste and teeth, and she has to quickly run to her private bathroom and spit so she won’t miss any possible retorts from the young man on the other end of the line.

With her teeth done, she grabs her phone and leans it against the mirror in the bathroom, where she attacks her eyes. Hermia isn’t a fan of makeup, not on herself anyway. It’s not that it doesn’t look good, it just looks wrong, like it’s this estranged friend you’ve invited over for a BBQ and the two of you are growing apart and it’s starting to be really obvious, but you don’t really mind them as a person, you’re just in different places in your life. That. That’s how Hermia feels about makeup. Regardless, she smears on liquid eyeliner and follows it up with chunks of mascara, all a sort of disguise. Maybe ‘ her kind ‘ comes in all kinds of different shapes and sizes, but she knows what people expects, so she knows how to avoid it. Even if that’s what feels natural and right.

“Alright, I hear your car, be right out. Don’t be alarmed, I’m wearing makeup, it’s all for a good cause. Mwah,” she kisses into the phone, “see ya,” and hangs up. With a last glance in the mirror – she hates what she sees, which means that her dad will love it – she grabs her phone and purse and heads downstairs, where her dad awaits her date with as much excitement as Hermia ( she might not be dating John, but he’s a pretty awesome friend, not to mention a very talented beard, so she does enjoy hanging out with him ).

“Patera,” she greets her father mock-formally, and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. “That will be John. Don’t wait up!” She goes for the door at the same time as it is opened from the outside, and she knows her dad catches a glimpse of John as she slips out of the door. To him, she says: “It sounds like your car is giving up on life. You sure it’s safe to even sit in it?”

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The ice cream melts on her tongue, small bits of chocolate left to disintegrate slower than the rest. It is not given that time; Hermia quickly swallows it. On the screen in front of them, Hugh Grant is making out with poor Bridget. Although the movie is straight, it’s not disgustingly so: at least Bridget is into being wanted by two people. Hermia would really like it to only have one potential suitor. Of course, she’ll be berated by lonely girls if she mentions it too much. It’s like being too skinny; no one wants to hear about that particular problem. No matter how gay you are, a man wanting you is somehow not a problem.

“I wish I could just settle, y’know,” she muses, ice cream still nestled in one cheek, as she looks over at her companion. “I wish it didn’t matter to me, but it does, and I can’t–” The ‘ ping ‘ of a text message interrupts her. The name attached to it is a series of romantic emojis, not even an ‘ L ‘ indicating the identity of the sender. “I can’t do that to her,” Hermia concludes, holding up her iPhone so that the other can see Lysander’s cute ‘ Thinking of you ‘ message.

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The white of the toga was first and foremost practical, so light it mimicked the sun and refused to bow to it as many other colors would. Because of its boldness, however, it hurt the eye when the sun was high and merciless. Seeking relief from the onslaught of bright surfaces, Hermia wandered to a small pavilion built on the edge of her father’s grounds. It rested on top of a small hill, meant to mimic the court of the gods on top of Mount Olympus. When she arrived, she was not alone, although she was puzzled by this: as far as she knew, her father had no visitors. The woman was beautiful, of that there was no doubt, but she looked ... sad. As if she had come here to grieve or at least be alone with her thoughts. And although it was her father’s property and therefore soon hers, Hermia felt that it was she who was out of place.

“Do you need to be alone?” she asked, careful in how she leaned against one of the column the farthest from the stranger. With how small the pavilion was, however, she was no more than five meters away. Hermia was far too aware of her small stature, how her head barely marked the midpoint of the height of the structure, and of her dishevelled hair, and her ill-fitting clothing.

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lysander & hermia: we just love each other very much and want to get married and live happily ever after

egeus & theseus:

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         “Say–” Lysander looked at Hermia, her eyes shining with hope and fear. Mostly with fear. Her terror was the metallic taste in the back of her throat, the ever quickening beats of her heart. Raw and exposed, Lysander stood there, doing all she could too keep herself from crying. Some force– a courage she didn’t know she had pushed her forward. Just a step. (Please, sweet Hermia, don’t run away. ) “ – Say you love me, too.”

The breeze from the sea was all that stood between them, the soft crashes of waves just loud enough to break the silence. Never had Hermia seen Lysander look so paralyzed, her sweet face contorted as if she was embracing herself for a harsh impact. Hermia’s own face, no doubt, was dipped in emotion, too. Although Hermia had looked upon Lysander with fondness entirely incomparable to anything she had felt before, she was ill prepared for Lysander’s confession. A smile broke out on Hermia’s face, like the first sunbeams from the eastern horizon at sunrise, her white teeth shining against the darkness of her skin. As her palms came up to gently cradle Lysander’s face, the touch lighter than a ghost’s, she said, “Of course I love you. How could I not?”

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

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starter call!

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Before the time I did Lysander see Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me. O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That she hath turned a heaven unto a hell!

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