a midsummer night's dream mine

A quick guide to Shakespearean men

Hamlet, the little emo shit

King Lear, the big emo shit

Romeo, the hormonal emo shit

Puck, just a little shit tbh

Macbeth, the Scottish emo shit

Henry V, the frat boy emo shit

Brutus, the honorable emo shit

Othello, the poc emo shit

Richard II, the greedy emo shit

Don Jon, the illegitimate emo shit


Favorite Films >> Dead Poets Society >> 3/?

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.


Beatles’ Shakespeare Skit (In Colour) [a midsummer night’s dream act V, scene I]

So I realised a lot of people had a hard time understanding what they said with all the noise so I decided to whip out my “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare” and write the captions:


Narrator: Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; but wonder on, til truth make all things plain.

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AESTHETIC SETS:  a midsummer night’s dream

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic

you took me to the forest,
locked our palms in a lover’s embrace.
the tall grass grazed our melancholy legs
while the sky shone violet and rose and baby blue,
the sun illuminating the forest ground below our bare feet and
the air just cool enough to breathe in freely.

your eyes tore me down while you held me
(a siren to the lone sailor)
and your embrace was as
tight, as loving as death
when you asked in a whisper,
“what if we ran away? what if we made the word forever our own?”

the fireflies greeted us when dusk fell.
the nightingale sang a solemn hymn
as we danced our way across the meadow–
( do you remember now, the meadow
where we shared tartar’s kiss,
our first delicious encounter with love? )

that night we drank ichor from the moonlight,
cried out to the stars
in bliss and in awe,
our throats bared in reverence to the constellations above.
we sang songs older than athens and
drank honeydew without remorse and
immersed ourselves in the heartache they call love.
that morning we dove headfirst into fresh dew,
stole kisses and glances and caresses
just as the sun rose over the foggy plain.

‘i kneel at the altar of oberon,’
said i, seated on your lips
and you laughed and laughed and laughed,
so ethereal i forgot how to breathe.

you were beautiful then, did you know?
we were beautiful,

—  robin goodfellow was a dreamer // d.d.
How Midsummer Night's Dream should have went honestly
  • Puck: *puts the flower on Lysander's eyes*
  • Demitrius: Yo Lysander
  • Lysander: *Wakes up* Bro
  • Demitrius: So yeah, I'm going to kill you because we're in love with the same girl
  • Lysander: Nah bro she means nothing
  • Demitrius: What does that mean
  • Lysander: I love you bro
  • Demitrius: Bro me too
  • Lysander: Bro
  • Demitrius: Bro

“How’s it…bone daddy”

The baron himself. Didn’t do too much redesigning on this fella, but his colours changed ( i don’t know why i’m digging the yellow gloves os much but fuck i do) and i forgot how hard skulls are to draw. So i read some hellboy comics and took some tips from Mr Mignola. I love how round and clunky and primal he draws them.
Anyway, the baron is a very tactiturn sorta guy, does more talking with his body, if you catch my drift. but it’s all in his hands, how he moves, shakes his hips. It’s his missus that does the talking, all you need to know about this guy, and how much trouble you in, is how he looks at you.
 which is surprisingly easy despite the fact that he has no eyes.
character is mine