Dip-me-in-lava - I Dont Know What The Hell I’m Doing

bitches love a man plagued by eye imagery

a pin up version of my plague doctor :3

the amount of times john has to say “the other left” to arthur when giving him directions is making me wonder which of them doesn’t know their right from their left

Has anyone a good name for her?

Beautiful <3

Mercutio's Lament

lyrics: i met you at the palace walls when we were only kids we fought for fun with wooden swords we ran and laughed and hid you both liked how i spun my words and i your answering wit, the three of

hey yall! I am currently playing Mercutio Escalus in my high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet! I am also creating, playing and recording the soundtrack- so all of the music that will be used in the play. I’ll be posting more of the soundtrack later. I created this song, not to be used in the play, but as a little character study. I hope you listen to it and like it!! Please see the show! 

also: album art by the fantastic @onionsoupbowl who also plays our Benvolio!

a plague angel :]

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Consider: live action adaption of Malevolent where Doug Jones plays the King in Yellow, and whoever plays Arthur Lester has to mimic The Hand Thing with his left hand when John talks.

What she says: I'm fine

What she means: in act 1 Macbeth and his wife are physically apart, they obviously don't hear each other's soliloquies but they always know each other's thoughts, they are quite literal partners in crime (and in greatness), which makes it all the more jarring when in 3.2 they are on stage together, talking to each other, and even assuming each other's language to a point where there's an obvious sense of déjà-vu, and yet their understandings are exactly opposite, marking the beginning of the end and the breakdown of communication between them. In other words arguably what destroys them is the role-reversal that makes each of them too much like the other and leaves them vulnerable to new flaws and fears, which in turn leaves room for the guilt and paranoia to filter in, and just like that the most intimate marriage in all of Shakespeare's theatre is done for. They will never be intimate again. I could just about scream.