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I need your help!!

I’m working on a new project and I really need some insight. If you like Shakespeare, please tell me (either in the tags or replies) which genre and play is your favorite:

  • History
    • Henry VI: Part I
    • Henry VI: Part II
    • Henry VI: Part III
    • Richard III
    • Richard II
    • King John
    • Henry IV: Part I
    • Henry IV: Part II
    • Henry V
    • Pericles: Prince of Tyre
    • Henry VIII
  • Classical Comedy
    • The Comedy of Errors
    • The Taming of the Shrew
    • Two Gentlemen of Verona
    • Love’s Labours Lost
  • Romantic Comedy
    • A Midsummer Night’s Dream
    • Much Ado About Nothing
    • As You Like It
    • Twelfth Night or What You Will
    • The Merry Wives of Windsor
  • Problem Plays
    • Troilus and Cressida
    • All’s Well That Ends Well
    • Measure for Measure
    • The Merchant of Venice
    • Timon of Athens
  • Tragedy
    • Titus Andronicus
    • Julius Caesar
    • Hamlet
    • Othello
    • King Lear
    • Macbeth
    • Antony and Cleopatra
    • Coriolanus
  • Tragicomedy
    • Cymbeline
    • The Winter’s Tale
    • The Tempest
    • The Two Noble Kinsmen

The holy Stingy council

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Good Night, Boys?

“Jack?” Conor calls out as he enters his brothers flat, the keys jingling in his hand, “Yo, you awake yet?”

Getting no response, the older Maynard simply shrugs and lets the door close behind him, tossing his keys and phone onto the counter as he slips out of his jacket, humming a random song to himself.

After grabbing a drink from the fridge, Conor decides it’s time to wake up his probably still sleeping brother, considering they actually have stuff to do today.

Taking a sip of the drink, he heads towards where the bedroom is, briefly wondering why the door is shut, since Jack lives alone, and there’s no point in closing it. Shaking off the thought, he knocks once before swinging it open, his mouth open to wake up his brother rudely. But the sight that greets him makes him snap his mouth shut quickly, a smirk growing on his lips instead.


The two bodies in the bed are still asleep and unaware to the fact that they are no longer alone, and Conor contemplates going back to grab his phone, so he has photographic proof of what he had known would happen all along.

Instead, he decides embarrassing them will be reward enough.

“Morning!” He calls out cheerily, laughing as Joe sits up abruptly, glancing around wildly, his mind confused as it tries to wake up. Jack lets out a groan from the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket further up and over him, mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

“Shit,” Joe mutters when he realizes that Conor’s standing there, while he’s naked in bed with the younger Maynard brother.

“Good night, boys?”

“Piss off!” Jack calls from under the blanket.

“Awe, come on. This is too good to pass up!” Conor laughs again as Joe blushes, looking down at his lap.

“Jack, wake up.” Joe says, poking the covered body in the side.

“No.”

“Jack.”

“You can piss off too.”

“I can’t actually, because I don’t know where my bloody clothes are!” Joe hisses, and that seems to snap Jack out of the sleepy haze he’s in, because he props himself up in bed, looking over at Joe, then Conor, and then back to Joe, his cheeks darkening.

“Oh.”

“Like I said,” Conor smirks, “Good night?”

“Can you please just get out for like a minute?” Jack asks his brother, his eyes not quite meeting the smug gaze.

“I’ll be waiting out there,” Conor points towards the living room, “I think we all have a lot to talk about.”

“I hate you!” Jack’s voice follows him as he heads out of the room, still laughing lightly.


When Joe and Jack emerge from the room a few minutes later, their cheeks still red, Conor is lounging on the couch, phone in hand, but he lets it fall to his lap as he smirks up at his brother and mate.

“How’re we feeling this morning?”

“God, why are you so bloody cheery?” Jack grumbles, sitting heavily in one of the bar stools.

“I thought you’d be a little happier, considering last nights activities.” The older Maynard glances slyly between the two, and Joe’s blush darkens further as he takes a seat on the couch, the opposite side of the room as Jack.

“You don’t even know what happened!” He tries to protests, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“You were in bed with my brother. Naked.” Conor deadpans, “I think I know.”

“But…I mean….we….”

“Relax, Joe,” Conor waves a hand, the smirk returning to his lips, “I was wondering when it would happen.”

“Wait,” Jack shakes his head, “What?”

“I’ve been waiting for the two of you to get together for ages,” Conor snorts, “Although I thought you’d announce it before getting caught sleeping together.”

“We aren’t together,” Joe explains, glancing over at Jack quickly, “We just…hooked up last night.”

“That was the first time?” Conor points towards the bedroom, and the other two offer a small nod. “Oh, well. Are you going to get together then?”

“Conor!” Jack snaps, “We just freaking woke up! Give us a chance to talk!”

“Why?”

“Huh?” Joe shoots Conor a confused look, “What do you mean, why?”

“I mean,” Conor says as he stands, “That you two clearly like each other, and obviously are both attracted to each other since you hooked up last night,” He grabs his keys and jacket from the counter, “So go ahead and talk, but it’s clear you both want to be together.”

“It’s that obvious?” Jack mumbles, smiling shyly at Joe.

“Disgustingly so,” Conor sighs, “Anyways. I’ll shuffle our meetings for today, you two can figure out whatever this is,” He gestures between the two, “But happy for you!”

“Thanks…I think.” Jack chuckles, pushing himself off of the stool to go sit on the couch beside Joe, “I’ll call you later?”

“If you aren’t busy,” Conor winks at the two before heading for the door, humming the same song as earlier. “Be safe you two!”

“Shut up!” Jack groans as the door closes behind Conor, his laughter echoing off of the hallway walls.

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I swear the hate on gay ships needs to stop

Stop it. Just stop it. In nearly all discussions I’ve had with people about a homosexual ship, I get the response “Not all male/male friends are in love”. No shit Sherlock. Not all male/female friends are in love either.

Stop throwing your homophobic shit at people. Accept the fact gay ships exist, and that they are sometimes in fact canon. Just because I ship two males (and this applies to females too of course) doesn’t mean I’m a “Yaoi obsessed fangirl”.

NEW NEW Taegi horror Au where Taehyung dies in some kind of accident and a week after his death Yoongi suddenly begins getting calls from Taehyung’s cell phone. 

The first time it happens Yoongi is literally in the middle of a breakdown. He’s seated in the middle of Taehyung’s bedroom in the younger’s home and sobbing his heart out as he holds his boyfriend’s pillow to his chest. 

For a moment Yoongi doesn’t even realize his phone is ringing until he realizes, it’s Taehyung’s ringtone that’s playing. 

Yoongi is shocked as he tries to think of why his dead boyfriend’s number is flashing on his screen. He thinks it might be Taehyung’s mom or brother maybe using the younger’s phone by mistake but when he answers and repeatedly says “Hello” he gets no response back. 


Next time it happens is when it gets kind of scary. 

He’s back at the dorm room he use to share with the younger. Of course things are still hard for him and his family tell him it’s not good for him to be somewhere surrounded by Taehyung’s things alone, he just doesn’t listen. 

it’s late, probably around three in the morning, and he’s in the middle of cooking himself a meal when he hears the ringing. His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. It’s Taehyung’s ringtone but he knows there’s NO way it can be Taehyung’s mother or brother accidentally calling him because Taehyung’s mother had given him Taehyung’s phone before he returned to the dorm. 

Still, with shaking hands, when he pulls his own phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen, right there in flashing white reads “TaeBabe” 

He hesitantly answers and his world stops when he hears breathing. 

“H-hello?” 

His voice is wavering a bit with fear but all he gets on the other line is more of that hard breathing. Thinking Taehyung’s mother may have taken the phone back without him knowing or something Yoongi walks to his bedroom and he feels like he wants to vomit when he sees Taehyung’s phone sitting right there on the bed side table, with the breathing still being heard from his own phone.

Yoongi hangs up and spends the rest of the night trying to convince himself the phone call didn’t happen. 


 For the next four days it continues happening like that. Yoongi will be out in class or back at the dorm watching tv and his phone with start ringing with Taehyung’s ringtone despite the younger’s phone being now turned off and put away in a box in Yoongi’s closet. The elder will answer and all he’ll get is a response of heavy breathing and what sounds like static mixing together. 

On the fifth day though, Yoongi is fed up. 

Like routine, at three in the morning, he’s pulled out of sleep by his phone going off with the familiar ringtone almost mocking him. Hell, at one point in his life Yoongi loved hearing that same ringtone, he loved when Taehyung would call him even if it was just the younger calling to say his name and  then hang up. Now he loathed the sound. 

Yoongi shakes in anger as he answers his phone, this time not allowing the breathing to start before he goes off. 

“Whoever this is you’re not fucking funny. I don’t know how you got his fucking number or how you’re using the number you’re using but i’m trying to fucking mourn my dead boyfriend and you’re not letting me you fucking dip shit.” 

Yoongi feels like ice water has been dumped on his body when the usual breathing is cut off and he hears the sound of Taehyung’s voice coming from the other line on the phone. 

“Yoonie…”

anonymous asked:

This is weird but I honestly love commissioning you because I get super nervous talking to people and you just respond in the same way you do on this blog. It makes me a lot less nervous and honestly makes me look forward to getting responses and wips back even more then I normally would. You are a nice neato person and I appreciate it a lot.

WOAH MAN THEEENNNNNNNK i try to be as professional as i can cause i wont know everyones humor but i also do what i can to keep some real talk range with them, HOPEFULLY IM FINDING THE MEDIAN BETWEEN THE TWO

Just realised I never acknowledged when I reached 2,000 followers, so I’d like to say thank you to you all for being so lovely and kind (for the most part). Whenever I get a hate/rude message, I get about three in response defending me, or encouraging me. I really do appreciate it so much! If you’d like to send me a message or an ask, please feel free to!

members,

it’s time again to bring this issue up to everyone. we have received complaint where members are responding to starters but they are not getting responses back. It makes people feel unwelcome in the group if you continue to just interact with your pair and select few characters. we want to remain a very welcoming group here but if we don’t interact with every single person who responds to our starters they feel left out, like they aren’t wanted in the group. which plain out is absolutely not fair to anyone. so as a reminder, i ask you to please ensure that you are replying to all threads between you and all the characters that have responded to your starters.

please like this post once you have read it, so we know you have read it!

Don’t tell me millennials say “Google it” to get out of the responsibility of explaining things when my elementary school teacher would answer my questions by telling me “look it up” in our incomplete encyclopedia set, even after I quoted the two paragraph blurb at her. that’s your fault for teaching me one should seek out information rather than expect someone to explain it to them

actuallyaghostthanks  asked:

If alteans don't rave I'm gonna be really mad because they literally glow in the dark. They are natures creatures that were made for the lone purpose of raving

believe it

Alteans threw the best rave parties.

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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Why I’m not okay with the pewdiepie thing

As a jewish person, I don’t care if pewdiepie is not actually anti-semitic. I don’t care if it was just a joke, I don’t care if it was “out of context” on the media. It doesn’t matter. It’s worse enough with the context.

The guy has 50 million subscribers, you don’t put that kind of message and laugh it off. You don’t help normalizing this kind of stuff. It’s fucked up.

There is an ENDLESS LIST of stupid funny shit you can have them write on that sign, was “death to all jews” really necessary? 

Death to all jews it’s not just some thing people said 70 years ago - No, we actually get it a lot. There are probably people out there who watch this video and smile because here is their stupid fucking radical opinion on a popular video. (the daily stormer actually calls him “our guy”). 

This sentence is not supposed to look like a joke to you, or something that can be used for a stupid meme. Please don’t be forgiving towards anti Semitic remarks while Antisemitism is clearly alive and well.

Anyways

@ ace teens: you are wonderful and valid.

You aren’t sexualizing yourself by calling yourself ace.

You aren’t sexualizing other teens by calling yourself ace.

You aren’t being homophobic by calling yourself ace.

If you feel like ace works for you, use it.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t fit later on or others think you’re too young or whatever.

Only you have the ability to label yourself, and whatever label you choose is totally valid.

anonymous asked:

I'm not really surprised at the huge knife collection, but dude... why do you have a sword?

why wouldnt i? what else am i supposed to do when i need to stab something thats far away but i dont wanna throw something? get closer to it?? it could stab me back maybe. i hate that. swords are great, theyre the perfect middle ground. swords have all the stabbiness of knives but all the range of somebody with longer arms 

i have just realized that i could also solve this problem by using a regular knife and having tony build me a longer arm

but that sounds inconvenient when instead i could just use a sword

Listen, I know you all like to say “this is just a distraction” every time there’s some horrible Trump administration-related news but it’s not “just a distraction,” it’s real policy that will actively hurt people. His health care proposal, the travel ban, his immigration policies, etc. aren’t there to simply distract from his conflicts of interest and other shady shit. This is policy that he has spoken about during the election, policy that will fucking harm people and alter their lives. 

Not everything exists to be a distraction, multiple bad things can be happening at once. There’s not just one issue we should be focusing on, it’s a ton. Like…?