This Explains Everything
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The most beautiful deconstruction of the âleft brainâ âright brainâ stereotype that Iâve ever read.Â
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This Explains Everything
Iâm really proud of this one guys
The most beautiful deconstruction of the âleft brainâ âright brainâ stereotype that Iâve ever read.Â
William Shakespeare, everyoneâs heard of him. Youâd have to be stuck in a cave on Mars with your eyes and ears closed shut to not of heard of him.
Adaptations of original works
R O M E O Â A N D Â J U L I E T || [read]
Romeo and Juliet (2013)
Romeo + Juliet (1996)
Romeo and Juliet (1968)
H A M L E T || [read]
Hamlet (2000)
O T H E L L O || [read]
Othello (1995)
A Â M I D S U M M E R â S Â N I G H T Â D R E A M || [read]
Were the World Mine (2008)
A Midsummerâs Night Rave (2002)
Get Over It (2001)
A Midsummerâs Night Dream (1999)
M A C B E T H || [read]
Macbeth (1948)
Macbeth (2006)
Macbeth (2009)
T H E Â T W O Â G E N T L E M E N Â O F Â V E R O N A || [read]
A Spray of Plum Blossoms (1931)
T H E Â T E M P E S T || [read]
The Tempest (2010)
T H E Â T A M I N G Â O F Â T H E Â S H R E W || [read]
The Taming of the Shrew (1994)
The Taming of the Shrew (1964)
K I N G Â L E A R || [read]
King Lear (1971)
Other works that I couldn't find adaptations for
Sonnets
Antony and Cleopatra
Coriolanus
Cymbeline
Julius Caesar
Timon of Athens
Titus Andronicus
Troilus and Cressida
Inspired by Shakespeare
Warm Bodies (2013)
Isi Life Mein! (2010)
Hamlet the Vampire Slayer (2008)
Hamlet 2 (2008)
Sheâs the Man (2006)
The Last King of Scotland (2006)
Pizza My Heart (2005)
King of Texas (2002)
10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
Shakespeare in Love (1998)
Tromeo and Juliet (1996)
The Lion King (1994)
Prosperoâs Books (1991)
China Girl (1986)
Tempest (1982)
West Side Story (1961)
if Iâm crying about Hagrid at 5am Iâm taking all of you with me
Mother, if you really want to know, Yes. I wanted to die for her. I wanted to lay down in the middle of Springfield Avenue and die for her. She is the death I donât like talking about. The one that I survived. The one that I came crawling out of, fingernails bent back. The one that bagged my groceries and didnât look at me the right way. I play shadow puppets with her memory; drink champagne until Iâm tender. Mother, herâher absence was the most beautiful thing Iâve ever suffered for, ache like a purple gown that trailed behind me when I walked. I was glowing, mother. I was the most elegant loneliness, the most exquisite creature among all of the unloved.
Caitlyn Siehl, Quiet Death (via alonesomes)
Shatter Me, Unravel Me, Ignite Me: a summary.
sunday jan. 18, 2015 // 3:25Â pm
some ap u.s. history notes for this sunny winter afternoon. thank goodness itâs a long weekend!
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
(via escapably)
this is going to be fun
Yay for reorganising! (At least, I think thatâs what youâre doingâŠ)
or maybe i took off all my clothes and rolled around on them. you have no way of knowing.
hp reread v: a bunch of losers, basically, cont.
iâd completely forgotten about the cupid dwarf rugby tackling harry to the ground to sing a valentine at him. i had also apparently forgotten everyoneâs A+ reactions to this, which include harry âlosing his headâ and trying to make a run for it before draco hears the valentine, the dwarf sitting on harryâs ankles to stop him from escaping and the crowd âCRYING WITH MIRTHâ. but do you know what i really want to know??? how the hell did draco malfoy hold it together when everyone around him was literally weeping with laughter??? i have thought long and hard about this, and come to the conclusion that the singing valentine is to draco as draco-as-ferret is to ron. draco doesnât collapse with laughter when he hears harryâs singing valentine because heâs ascended to another plane. he has transcended hilarity. this is the best thing that has ever happened to him and he is going to be calm enough to fix it perfectly in his memory forever, by god!
i know i said that my favourite thing about the chamber of secrets is that harry calls draco his archenemy, but iâm going to have to eat my words. my favourite thing about the chamber of secrets is that, for a good seventy pages, JKR lets you think that ginny walked in on percy wanking. percy trying to talk his way around it when he thinks ginny is going to tell harry and ron is pure gold and i am, frankly, devastated that JKR felt the need to RUIN this ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS mental image by announcing that percy has a secret girlfriend. i would have been happy thinking that ginny caught percy wanking forever. it would have flitted to the forefront of all our minds every time percy talked about cauldron bottoms or mr crouch or how harry was liar and his whole family were deluded rebels. like alright perce, but your sister saw you tossing off. what now big man
picture this: hogwarts is in complete disarray. someone is petrifying muggleborns and harry is hearing voices in the walls. the chamber of secrets is open. harryâs best friendâs sister has just been taken by the heir of slytherin. harry has climbed into a dirty sink pipe, narrowly missed having his memory modified, survived the ceiling caving in, and has finally made into the chamber itself. ginny weasley is passed out on the floor, and a strange projection of a boy harry knows went to hogwarts 50 years ago is being irritatingly cryptic and has appeared to have nicked harryâs wand. and what does harry james potter, hero of this eponymous tale, think to himself??? âthere was something very funny going on hereâÂ
needless to say i spent a good deal of my chamber of secrets reread looking directly into the camera like i was on the office
iâve already mentioned how fantastic i this it is that salazar slytherin decided to hide the entrance to chamber of secrets in a girlsâ loo, but something has occurred to me that is even funnier: voldemort going down the sink slide. 16 y/o tom riddle frowning profusely and whizzing down a sewer pipe with murder in his heart is possibly the funniest mental image i have ever had. this may even trump percy weasley wanking like a demon
speaking of tom riddle, his diary horcrux self tells harry that he started using the name Lord Voldemort at hogwarts among his most intimate friends, and that is the best shit i have ever heard. can you imagine how that conversation went? how do you react to one of your mates asking to be referred to as LORD FLIGHT OF DEATH? send him to therapy sessions at st mungoâs? drag him up to the hospital wing because heâs obviously been hit by a Dickhead Spell??? did they call him âLord Voldemortâ all the time, or did they abbreviate it to Lord? âLord, can you pass me the mash?â âLord, can you proofread this charms essay for me??â combine this with him going to cutesy little dinners with slughorn and buying him sweets to suck up and you can bet most of hogwarts thought Lord Voldemort was a right fucking knobÂ
Neville as eventual headmaster is very important to me though.
Neville, who thanks to his enduring friendship with Luna sees the vital importance of fostering interhouse relationships, downplays the rivalries between the houses without lessening the importance of intrahouse unity by pushing the Quidditch Cup and House Cup as more friendly competition than all-consuming-must-be-won-enimity and introducing other means of emphasising house pride for those students who are not athletically or academically talented to the point where they feel as though theyâre making an important contribution to their house.
Neville, who has so much goodness and kindness in him, having a zero tolerance policy for bullying, by staff or students, and serious punishments set down in official school policy for anyone caught bullying or intimidating a student for any reason.
Neville, who saw first hand just how vital it is, throwing the Ministry-approved DADA curriculum out the window and working with the DADA teacher to build a useful curriculum based on his two most useful years of DADA classes, those being third, under Lupin, and fifth, under Harry.
Neville, who understands how hard it is not to be One Of Those Kids, ruthlessly digging out any elitest groups like the Slug Club and disbanding them.
Neville, who understands that sometimes the teachers donât choose as wisely as they ought, introducing a democratic system for prefect and Head Boy/Girl selection.
Neville, who knows what it is to be the bottom of the class, making a point of introducing a voluntary tutoring system for students who are in the same position he once found himself in - and making certain that itâs well known that had such a system been in place when he was at Hogwarts, he would certainly have availed of it.
Neville, who is a hero and a marvel and wonderful, brave man, fostering that same bravery and goodness in every one of his students, fighting to help them become the absolute best people they can be regardless of academic talent or world-saving ability.
Neville, who is everything that Albus Dumbledore was not, setting to rights so much of the wrong Dumbledore allowed and sometimes encouraged in Hogwarts.
i actually feed on intelligence
i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things
about music, films, religion, beliefs, history
i love listening to peoples opinionsÂ
i love big words
i want to suck in all these smart things like a sponge
i was asked once, maybe by a friend, and i think i was in middle school, still sipping from milk cartons and lungs filled with naive hopes; what is the definition of immortality? i stared at her in surprise, because it is not everyday that someone you know (or used to know) asks such an interesting question. (friendships were made for mundane âhow are youâs and âi got mario kart wanna play?â) well, i start. (you should know that i am not a philosopher) immortality is kind of likeâ um, think of the closest thing to you right now. she laughs. you, of course. ok, i tell her, and break my eye contact with her to stare at my sandwich. but one day, or maybe even in a couple of minutes, i wonât be the closest thing to you. when i get up and take a few steps backwards, then the closest thing to you will be my lunch, right? she nods slowly, and maybe sheâs confused with where iâm going with this. (donât worry, i want to say. i am confused too. after all, i am not a philosopher.) immortality is permanence, i find myself saying, immortality is forever. i am not forever, because i move. you see? immortality doesnât move because it only takes the same route foreverâ does that make sense? because everything has a start, and that is why, ultimately, everything also has an end. but immortality is a circle, if you want to think about it like that, instead. (i am not a math person, and while i do admit i could do algebra for hours on end, math is not something that particularly catches my interest) there is no beginning to a circle, or an end. she leans in, elbows resting on knees; more curious. immortality doesnât move, because it is too busy following the same patterns it always does. it goes from one place to the next place and then eventually it will go back to the place it started from; not that you will be able to differentiate from either. i think thatâs what immortality means but donât trust me. iâm not a philosopher, i finish. and she looks at me with a face of awe that i think i donât deserve. my answer was nothing special, after all. i was asked to define immortality by a friend before, and i do not know how accurate my answer was, but iâm hoping even if iâm not correct, i am on the right track.
âdefine immortalityâ by l.b (via lvmia)
You have Dyslexia?! But Youâre So Sarmt! by Blank-Muse
Just wanted to bring this back because Iâm super proud of this piece of shit.
I donât have dyslexia, and I think this just explained it to me more clearly than anything ever has.
This is really a great explaination and I think more people should read it.