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[smallsnzplz]

bye can his nose stop being so fucking hot how did he even do this i can’t stop watching this. this is a screen recording of a gif btw i could not figure out how to save it

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Denmark Rent

hamlet: Claudius thought that if I got “a little fresh air,” then my madness would be quelled, so he sent us out to the countryside for a few days.

horatio: we don’t really talk about that week.

[three weeks ago]

—

horatio, whispering: so, it’s six A.M., and I’m just going to start waking everyone up.

—

- *ophelia’s room*

horatio: ophelia? we’re going to have a meeting in ten minutes if you want to join us.

ophelia: twenty minutes.

horatio: well, I was just thinking that-

ophelia: twenty. minutes.

horatio: you got it.

- *hamlet’s room*

horatio: my lord, we’re going to have a meeting in twenty minutes

hamlet: [sits up] am I not dead?

horatio: not that I know of.

hamlet: shit!

- *rosencrantz and guildenstern’s room*

[banging sounds]

horatio: [knocks on door] hey guys?

[banging sounds stop]

rosencrantz [muffled]: ...yeah?

horatio: you wanna come down in like twenty minutes?

guildenstern [muffled]: yeah. okay.

[banging sounds continue]

- *common room*

horatio: so, I wanted to talk about our living situation for a bit. number one, we need to start picking up after our things a little more. Whoever left a uh...body in the hallway...

hamlet: yeah, that’s mine. I’ll get him out of here. [flicks open switchblade]

[EXIT hamlet]

horatio: uh, okay. Secondly, whoever is singing at two A.M. in the morning needs to be mindful that there are people trying to sleep.

ophelia: I like singing. It makes me feel safe.

horatio: that’s cool, but could you sing something other than the psycho theme on repeat?

ophelia: [looks into camera]

horatio: rosencrantz and guildenstern...I have no notes for you.

rosencrantz: sweet! we can do whatever we want!

horatio: no, that’s not what I-

guildenstern: [screams, throws a bottle through the window]

ophelia: I feel very unsafe right now! [sings loudly]

[ENTER hamlet, drenched in blood]

hamlet: what did I miss?

—

horatio: [whispering] so yeah, I think everyone’s getting used to living here pretty well.

[screeching]

horatio: OPHELIA WHAT DID WE JUST TALK ABOUT

—

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Mr. & Mrs. X

Art by Óscar Bazaldua

Source @1979semifinalist

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fX, R+G & AMK ‎– Helicopter (A Donkey's Tale)

[smallsnzplz]

an actor at a press conference/Q&A for a film & they’re dealing with a cold/allergies. they bring a tissue box up to the panel with them & cautiously wipe at their nose from time to time. then. they feel like they have to sneeze. that’s fine. they grab a tissue, turn around, and sneeze once, maybe twice. they’re a little embarrassed. they tried their best to hide it and maybe not too many people noticed.

less than a minute later, the tickle flares up again. they’re suddenly grabbing more tissues and twisting/ducking under the table to muffle quite a few more sneezes. more people notice this time. they sit back up and apologize, trying to laugh it off. they think they can make it through…

until they find themselves hastily plucking tissues out of the box and turning completely around to hide the sneezing fit they’re launching into. after about thirty seconds of repetitive sneezing, someone grabs them by the arm and leads them offstage because they can barely look up from their tissues.

their fellow actors/director try their best to distract the reporters and they all hope there won’t be a million pictures and videos of what just happened.

the actor, utterly and completely embarrassed of what just happened, tries to recover enough to go back out. maybe they can, maybe they can’t.

[smallsnzplz]

guys are they lying. do we think they’re lying. should i spend my time watching every acceptance speech he’s ever had