someone should make a shakespeare character pin-up calendar
lady macbeth posing seductively in her nightgown covered in blood
romeo posing seductively on a balcony covered in blood
ophelia in a bikini
#tamora eating a meat pie in a very seductive manner #claudius doing that pin up girl ‘shh don’t tell’ pose as he pours poison into hamlet’s dad’s ear #MALVOLIO POSING SEDUCTIVELY IN HIS YELLOW STOCKINGS (penthesileas)
#Viola in menswear #Henry IV in nothing but a crown #Julius Caesar just holding a single dagger over the relevant areas #Richard III posed like Lady Godiva atop the horse he gave his kingdom for #Timon lounging on a bed of gold #Desdemona with just a pillow (Notbecauseofvictories)
#brutus and cassius in very flimsy togas #cleopatra with a snake britney-style #the fool sexily trying to cover lear up during the storm scene #the dromeos covering each other with their hands #hamlet holding a skull over his junk #shakespeare himself doing a tits and ass pose
#isabella in her wimple and nothing else #king richard lounging on a horse #titania grabbing someone’s ass lol geddit #ferdinand and a strategically placed log #antonio and bassanio almost-kissing #prospero stroking his staff #charles the wrestler all oily #viola and olivia all up in each others’ faces #othello just standing around being othello because othello was just really hot
#rosencrantz and guildenstern doing something shirtless and homoerotic like wrestling on the deck of a ship #hamlet posing seductively with a shovel in a graveyard #tybalt wielding a rapier in a leopardprint thong #prince hal in a flimsy white shirt pouring wine over himself seductively
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yell:
Guys, if the groundhog saw his shadow and Richard III was discovered a few days later, does that mean that the winter of our discontent has officially been made glorious summer by the son of York?
I APPLAUD YOU.
YOU ARE A GOD AMONG MEN.
THIS POST MAKES ME SO HAPPY I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE IT RIGHT NOW
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NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
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I am a bear. Hath not a bear eyes?To forage or not to forage, that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to hunger
for the nuts and berries of outrageous fortune
Or to hibernate in before the coming chills of winter,
And by opposing to sleep at all. To eat- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The hunger, and the thousand natural shocks
That the stomach is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To hunger- to sleep.SHAKESBEAR
Hath not a bear paws, muzzle, dimensions, senses, affections, passions,
Fed with the same honey, hurt by the same bees
subject to the same hunters, maul by the same claws?
Warm’d and cool’d by the same winter and summer, as a moose is?
If you prick us, do we not roar?
If you tickle us, do we not bear hug?
If you poison us, do we not get tummy aches?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
But, soft! what light through yonder tree bows breaks?
It is the east, and Honey is the sun.
Fall down, fair honey, and kill my paining hunger,
Who is already rumbly and grumbly from this morning’s breakfast,
That mine lunch art far more fair than breakfast:
Be not that meal, since it is envious;
Those berries were but sick and green
And none but cubs would eat them; cast them off.
It is my lunch, O, it is my love!
O, that sweetness knew it were!
It drips yet it still stays above my head: what of that?
Her hive discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, ‘tis not to me it drips:
The sweetest liquid gold in all the lands,
Having some business, do entreat that hive
To twinkle against the comb till they return.
What if the liquid were there, they in those combs?
The brightness of that hive would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a cave; her gold in those walls.
Would through the dark region stream so bright
That bats would sleep and think it were not night.
See, how it continues to flow above my head!
O, that I were a bee upon that gold,
That I might touch that gold!Shakesbear wanted to break out of his typecast role in Twelfth Night.
SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK
(Source: farewell-decency, via dragoncharming)
NO…
PART, FOOLS. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO.
WHAT, ART THOU DRAWN AMONG THESE HEARTLESS HINDS? TURN THEE, BENVOLIO, LOOK UPON THY DEATH.
I DO BUT KEEP THE PEACE: PUT UP THY SWORD, OR MANAGE IT TO PART THESE MEN WITH ME.
WHAT, DRAWN AND TALK OF PEACE? I HATE THE WORD, AS I HATE HELL, ALL MONTAGUES, AND THEE. HAVE AT THEE, COWARD!
CLUBS, BILLS AND PARTISANS! STRIKE! BEAT THEM DOWN! DOWN WITH THE CAPULETS! DOWN WITH THE MONTAGUES!
WHAT NOISE IS THIS? GIVE ME MY LONGSWORD, HO!
A CRUTCH, A CRUTCH! WHY CALL YOU FOR A SWORD?
MY SWORD, I SAY! OLD MONTAGUE IS COME, AND FLOURISHES HIS BLADE IN SPITE OF ME.
Thou villain Capulet, Hold me not, let me go.
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
NO…
PART, FOOLS. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO.
WHAT, ART THOU DRAWN AMONG THESE HEARTLESS HINDS? TURN THEE, BENVOLIO, LOOK UPON THY DEATH.
I DO BUT KEEP THE PEACE: PUT UP THY SWORD, OR MANAGE IT TO PART THESE MEN WITH ME.
WHAT, DRAWN AND TALK OF PEACE? I HATE THE WORD, AS I HATE HELL, ALL MONTAGUES, AND THEE. HAVE AT THEE, COWARD!
CLUBS, BILLS AND PARTISANS! STRIKE! BEAT THEM DOWN! DOWN WITH THE CAPULETS! DOWN WITH THE MONTAGUES!
WHAT NOISE IS THIS? GIVE ME MY LONGSWORD, HO!
A CRUTCH, A CRUTCH! WHY CALL YOU FOR A SWORD?
MY SWORD, I SAY! OLD MONTAGUE IS COME, AND FLOURISHES HIS BLADE IN SPITE OF ME.
NO…
PART, FOOLS. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO.
WHAT, ART THOU DRAWN AMONG THESE HEARTLESS HINDS? TURN THEE, BENVOLIO, LOOK UPON THY DEATH.
I DO BUT KEEP THE PEACE: PUT UP THY SWORD, OR MANAGE IT TO PART THESE MEN WITH ME.
WHAT, DRAWN AND TALK OF PEACE? I HATE THE WORD, AS I HATE HELL, ALL MONTAGUES, AND THEE. HAVE AT THEE, COWARD!
CLUBS, BILLS AND PARTISANS! STRIKE! BEAT THEM DOWN! DOWN WITH THE CAPULETS! DOWN WITH THE MONTAGUES!
WHAT NOISE IS THIS? GIVE ME MY LONGSWORD, HO!
NO…
PART, FOOLS. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO.
WHAT, ART THOU DRAWN AMONG THESE HEARTLESS HINDS? TURN THEE, BENVOLIO, LOOK UPON THY DEATH.
I DO BUT KEEP THE PEACE: PUT UP THY SWORD, OR MANAGE IT TO PART THESE MEN WITH ME.
WHAT, DRAWN AND TALK OF PEACE? I HATE THE WORD, AS I HATE HELL, ALL MONTAGUES, AND THEE. HAVE AT THEE, COWARD!
NO…
PART, FOOLS. PUT UP YOUR SWORDS, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU DO.
WHAT, ART THOU DRAWN AMONG THESE HEARTLESS HINDS? TURN THEE, BENVOLIO, LOOK UPON THY DEATH.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
IF YOU DO, SIR, I AM FOR YOU. I SERVE AS GOOD A MAN AS YOU.
NO BETTER.
WELL, SIR.
SAY ‘BETTER’. HERE COMES ONE OF MY MASTER’S KINSMEN.
YES, BETTER, SIR!
YOU LIE.
DRAW, IF YOU BE MEN! GREGORY, REMEMBER THY SWASHING BLOW.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
IF YOU DO, SIR, I AM FOR YOU. I SERVE AS GOOD A MAN AS YOU.
NO BETTER.
WELL, SIR.
SAY ‘BETTER’. HERE COMES ONE OF MY MASTER’S KINSMEN.
YES, BETTER, SIR!
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
IF YOU DO, SIR, I AM FOR YOU. I SERVE AS GOOD A MAN AS YOU.
NO BETTER.
WELL, SIR.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
QUARREL SIR! NO, SIR.
IF YOU DO, SIR, I AM FOR YOU. I SERVE AS GOOD A MAN AS YOU.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR
DO YOU QUARREL, SIR?
for within the hollow crown
that rounds the mortal temples of a king
keeps death his court and there the antic sits
HENRY IV, pt. I | (x)OH GOD OH LAWD OH SWEET BABY JESUS
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