i promised clown movie fanart and by god if im not gonna deliver (two months late)

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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i promised clown movie fanart and by god if im not gonna deliver (two months late)
hisbirds → ehrydice
i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent
sir that is my emotional support snarky tragic male character with parental issues
you ever think about how eddie sacrificed himself to save richie’s life and richie will never forgive him for it
you ever think about how richie would have died for eddie but he never had the luck
More than anything I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I’d stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street — which was, of course, I LOVE YOU
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // The Goldfinch (2019) dir. John Crowley
“Still,” wrote van Gogh in a letter, “a great deal of light falls on everything.”
I’m sure that in a parallel universe there’s an Isak and an Even who’s lying in the exact same way in the exact same place only like… the curtains are of a different color or something.
calpurnia :(
right now by one direction is a byler song *tips hat*
I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet has no idea he’s being spied on and just goes off on ophelia because he’s hangry. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet knows he’s being watched from the start and the whole thing’s an act. I’ve seen the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where hamlet figures out he’s being watched half way through and gets super mad at ophelia for betraying him. now I want to see the “get thee to a nunnery” scene done where ophelia covertly nods at where polonius and claudius are hiding, hamlet gets the idea, and they’re both in on the performance the whole time. I want classically trained shakespearean actors to give us their best best show of bad acting. I want ophelia to mouth some of the most cutting lines to hamlet before he says them. I want hamlet to frown exaggeratedly at her and for her to take this as a cue to start crying. I want hamlet to go grab her by the wrist, her to wince, and him to automatically loosen his grip. I want them to stage hamlet dragging her around by the ear using classic stage-fight techniques. I want them to be aggressively in cahoots with one another because they know each of their bastard father-figures are watching.
I want this for the lols of seeing them trying to fake-fight on the spot, to give ophelia more to do than just be the victim, and so it never crosses ophelia’s mind that hamlet’s actually losing it a little bit.
that is, until she hears how her father died.
Oh my GOD.
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OPHELIA [talking just a bit too loudly and clearly] Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET [distracted, not quite getting it yet] I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA [even louder, pointedly so] My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET [caught off guard and genuinely perplexed] No, not I; I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA [exasperated silent sigh, meaningful stare] My honour’d lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. [in an undertone, gesturing with her head to where her father and his uncle are hiding:] There, my lord.
HAMLET [after a second or two of silent realization, loud and theatrical] Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA [exaggeratedly startled] My lord?
… and so on.
You’re a genius
A quiz by me and @ndgansey ! Discover if you’re the boy king or the knight
DO YOU POSSESS THE URGE TO SEEK THE GRAIL? OR THE FERVOR TO FIGHT FOR IT? Do you want to be known or understood? Known Understood If you wer
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There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!