modern romeo&juliet

Things I want from a modern retelling of Romeo and Juliet:

- Everyone is dressed in traditional costuming, but the script is in modern English.
- “Romeo, Romeo, why the FUCK did you have to be ROMEO?”
- Juliet talks like a rich white valley girl and wears a flower crown.
- She keeps taking inappropriately timed selfies and posting them on instagram.
- Tybalt won’t stop talking about his crossfit regime.
- Romeo only listens to My Chemical Romance.
- Mercutio’s Queen Mab speech is followed by Benvolio asking “Are you high right now?” (He is)
- Mercutio dabs on stage. Unironically. More than once.
- When the boys are all catcalling Nurse it’s super cringy.
- instead of “a sail! A sail!” You get “Hey Fatass!” “Fatass? I just see a boat!” “Weigh anchor! You’re gonna break the docks, Fatass!”
- Tybalt also dabs on stage, exactly twice.
- The first time is awful and his friends have to correct him.
- Tybalt dabs at Mercutio and Mercutio responds by doing a backflip and ending in a dab.
- The Tybalt/Mercutio fight is an absolutely serious dancebattle with no weapons.
- Mercutio still dies anyway.
- Tybalt tries to dance battle Romeo too, but Romeo keeps taking it too seriously and not dancing back.
- This is because Romeo only knows how to ballroom dance.
- Paris wears a trillby and calls it a fedora.
- Juliet Snapchats her own death.
- Romeo doesn’t have Snapchat.

fanfics before & after the riverdale finale

*before episode 13*


- bughead: highschool lovers

- bughead: secret admiration

- bughead: love triangle

- bughead: meeting the family

- bughead: modern romeo & juliet

- bughead: the cheerleader & the nerd

- bughead: the happily ever after

- bughead: marriage & family

*after episode 13*



- bughead: SEX ON THE FLOOR

- bughead: SEX ON THE ROOF








- bughead: SEX IN-

anonymous asked:

Second concept, Ford has a girlfriend who's on the Varsity LAX team and the boys have to try and be supportive when it's a LAX GAL



How My Heart Reads Divide...

Decided to put all of my Ed Sheeran Divide feels/vibes/reviews in one post:

1)  Eraser is a song that left me openmouthed and a little emotionally confused. The lyrical sharpness was like glass and I felt like I kind of understood why Ed took a year off. It is white noise on edge anger simmering below the surface of a whiskey glass or behind a thin curtain of some other deadly vice that helps to numb the price of fame. It’s saying I’m fine but really rocking backwards and forwards within yourself on the floor in a mess of self doubt and regret and just…It’s raw honesty and pride and pretty lies that are more palatable than the harsh truths he delivers within the guise of a steely F64 stream of consciousness ‘what the hell am I doing’It’s heads in hands and excess and the reality of dreams that were born from records and roadtrips and wondering how on earth you ended up here. It’s a little jaded but it’s also a red flag, the moments in life when your brain is steadily inching towards danger but is perhaps able to prevent itself from falling at the last second. It’s realising that perfection is not attainable and that everyone has scars but it’s also about learning to dance with the skeletons in your closet and beating a path for yourself no matter what.

2) Castle On The Hill  sounds like its roots were tended by U2. It’s watching the sun rise from rooftops and rolling down hills. It’s playfights between couples where you laugh so hard you cry. It’s nostalgia and records and country lanes and cars and dancing in the rain. It’s holding hands and walking through villages where you know everyone by name.  It’s cups of tea, nicknames and muddy English football matches. It’s board games and Sunday roasts and long kisses, leaning against brick walls. It’s radiant smiles and having a song and banter between friends. It’s falling in love hard and wholly where everything is like a film reel from a 50′s movie. It’s feeling infinite and having mates and loves who are forever. 

3) Dive - I’m getting really big Stevie Wonder vibes. It’s bluesy with the hooked teeth of a guitar straight into your heart. It’s ragged desperate heartbreak and knowing you feel the stirrings of a person entering your inner world but being scared to jump over the cliff with them. It’s looking into their eyes after the beginnings of something that makes your heart race and saying “dammit I need to know you’re not going to break my heart.”

4) Shape Of You is all first dates and burning liquor and laughs in a crowded bar. It’s stumbling home through wet streets and slow dancing in the doorway. It’s hands in hair and running from a restaurant because you couldn’t pay. It’s watching the breaths of a lover in the dawn. It’s counting the freckles that adorn their stomach and back. It’s lingerie and home cooked meals and Netflix marathons and lazy Sundays when you realise you’ve fallen a little too far so all that you can do is keep falling hard.

5) Perfect is first dances and falling hard. It’s buying a ring because you look over one day and you think “If you walked away, my heart wouldn’t survive. I want to love you for every moment that I’m still alive (I’m writing this through a haze of emotion because this sums up every hope and dream I’ve ever had of the person who’ll love me despite all my hard stuff - wheelchair/anxiety/depression) This song is… true love. I’m going to go ahead and say that I think it’s true that that it’s better than Thinking Out Loud…)

6) Galway Girl is Irish af. I like to think of it as a flashback to the beginning of the Perfect ^^^ love story. It’s catchy and makes me want to do a jig. It reminds me of my parents and my aunties and cousins and uncles and sisters. It’s a clan song. It’s a chance meeting and having pieces fall into place from the very first day. 

7) Happier - AARGH. This is every feeling ever when the person you love even if only from afar seems happier with someone that isn’t you and you know you could do a better job but they might never look your way… I’ll be here, waiting always. 

8) New Man is a bit of 90′s R & B vibes. It’s a hip hop infused ode for what happens when the person who was a part of your heart comes running to you when a new relationship starts. It’s watching them change in front of your eyes for other guys (or girls) and it’s realising you don’t know who a person is anymore. It’s waves of history breaking upon a foreign shore. It’s losing maps to people you thought you knew like the back of your hand… It’s realising that they still want you in a way but it’s too late. 

9) Hearts Don’t Break Around Here is “Yes I’m in love and I want to shout from the rooftops.” It’s the little moments of a couple’s relationship. It’s realising that you’ll look to every day of growing old and the love story you get to live. All I can say is Jesus Christ Cherry, he loves you and it makes me so happy ❤️

10) What Do I Know is Ed’s way of saying Shit maybe they were right… that I saved 2017. He is bringing us all together, a crowd of colours and lives and lover types. No matter who you are, there’s a story on this album for you… It’s a carelessly casual man looking in, saying Fuck you, your walls will never keep us out. We’ll be screaming the words to this music, united and proud. 

11)  How Would You Feel is all butterflies and pure intoxicating love. It’s a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt and regular good morning texts. The soft secretive kisses in a car and casually intimate caresses. It’s meeting the family for the first time and imagining one of your own. It’s looking at a person off guard, saying “I love you” and feeling like that person’s your home.

12) Supermarket Flowers is about Ed’s maternal grandmother and it’s making me think of Nana who joined the angels three years ago and… 😭 I miss you so much. I hope you’d be proud of us x.

13) Barcelona is  dancing it out with people who share your heart. It’s Spanish carnival Latin vibes. It makes me think of  girls in deep red skirts and men with roses between their teeth. It’s music in your blood and floating away when you dance. It’s the magic moments of a party where you feel like moments could last forever. Who wants to meet me in Barcelona 😜

14) Bibia Be Ye Ye gives me immediate carnival vibes. It’s infused with the melodies of Africa so I can only assume this was his Ghana project. It’s nights of madness and vibrant colours and familiar strangers who dance on tables and offer you liquor. It’s the feeling I get every time I go to a concert or to a new country, the ideas of exploration and self discovery and stories that will make you ache with laughter years later as you look back on the Polaroids. 

15) Nancy Mulligan with its fiddles and it’s heart of true Irish blood makes me feel like I’m sitting at an impromptu gathering of musicians around my granny’s fire back home in Galway. It’s sepia photographs and wild cliffs and grandparents whose eyes shine with the fires of their youth as they tell you this story. It’s emerald hills and words in an ancient tongue. It’s a more modern Romeo & Juliet. It’s knowing that love transcends everything and you can have anything if you just have love.

 16) Save Yourself  has me gasping for air, my heart broken.
This song is all helping others only to have them treat you like you’re less than the dirt on their shoe. It has me thinking of savage wolves who want to tear you down but still expect you to smile. It’s despair and anxiety and depression with the quiet steady voice of strength that somehow by the tiniest of miracles keeps getting back up. It’s knowing you need to save yourself by loving all the broken parts of you but not really being sure how to do it.

OH MY GOD THIS RECORD IS SHEER BRILLIANCE. I hope you love my review (Sorry it’s so long!!!)

Why Strangers is more than just a song

A modern day Romeo and Juliet themed song about immediately feeling attraction to somebody, but it doesn’t depict the typical picturesque relationship most songs do. It’s a song talking about real people, real feelings, and real relationships without sugar coating it. Not a song that music producers think people want to here, but rather a song that people actually want and genuinely relate to. It’s nothing short of a raw uncensored love song. don’t get me wrong, it appears that not much love is being reciprocated in this song, but there is love. Long story short, Strangers depicts realistic non-heterosexual relationships that , contrary to what the mainstream music industry seems to think, does in fact exist. Strangers is more than a song about two girls in a relationship it’s a stepping stone for queer voices into pop culture. Something the entire world could really use right now.

Romeo and Juliet in Modern Media

I was going to do a post about recent modern interpretations, adaptations and inspirations of Romeo and Juliet but with only one internet search it got way too overwhelming so I’m going to stick with a few (recent) examples I’ve come across.


Romeo + Juliet (1996)

Baz Luhrmann’s music video inspired film starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. Plenty of colour and a great soundtrack. Part of The Red Curtain Trilogy of theatre motif related films with Strictly Ballroom and Moulin Rouge!

Shakespeare in Love

Will Shakespeare himself (Joseph Fiennes) is in the early years of his playwriting career when he meets Viola (Gwyneth Paltrow) and essentially lives out several of his own plays. Plenty of British stars in this film plus Colin Firth has a truly awful mustache.

Gnomeo and Juliet

Nutcase: same story, but with garden gnomes. Plus James McAvoy and Emily Blunt. Pretty brutal story for a children’s animated film.


Still Star-Crossed

Haven’t read this yet, but the novel by Melinda Taub is set post-Romeo and Juliet with Prince Escalus setting up Rosaline Capulet and Benvolio Montague in order to end the still-standing family feud. Of course that doesn’t go over well with the youngsters and they try to end the betrothal while keeping their families from going at each others throats. It’s also being turned into a TV show.

Prince of Shadows

One of my favourite books by Rachel Caine, set during the events of Romeo and Juliet but with a twist on the original story line. Benvolio Montague steals from the Montague enemies but falls in love with Rosaline Capulet. When Mercutio dies he curses both families, hence Romeo and Juliet falling in love.

If We Were Villains

M.L. Rio’s debut novel follows seven Shakespearean actors through a riveting murder mystery. They stage four plays over the course of the novel, including Romeo and Juliet. The best part is Rio sets up the characters’ drama almost parallel to the plays they put on. If you’re a fan of Shakespeare you’ll love this.


Love Story - Taylor Swift

Check out the music video: X

Verona - Koit Loome and Laura

Estonia’s Eurovision 2017 entry: X

Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits

A bit of a slower one: X

Journal Entries

Gif not mine

  • Peter Parker x Reader
  • Word Count: 3,067
  • Warnings: Depressive themes, terribly written angst
  • This is just a way for me to write some recent feelings I’ve been having. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway and I apologize if I do.

The school bell rang, signalling the students that class was over. Everyone immediately stood up, collecting their things and rushing out the door, probably to their locker or their next class.

Following the sea of students, I soon reached my own locker and began putting my books away until I heard Peter coming up to me. Smiling, I shut my locker and turned to face him.

“Hey Pete,” I greeted, not surprised that he looked like an absolute mess. I frowned slightly as I saw the faint discoloration around his eye, which was poorly covered by makeup.

“Let me guess, rough night?” I asked, both of us walking down the hall to English class.

“Nothing too bad, I guess I was off my game,” he sighed. “Honestly Pete,” I began, just about ready to lecture him again. “(Y/n),” Peter whined, obviously not wanting to deal with me.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I promise I’ll be more careful,” he reassured me. “You better Parker.” I would’ve said more, but we had already reached Mrs. Holly’s class.

Taking our usual spots, we both took out our books and faced the board, reading today’s assignment. We had to create a video review of one the modern takes on Romeo and Juliet. As Mrs. Holly began to explain the assignment, a folded piece of paper fell on my desk.

I quickly took it and looked at Peter, knowing it was him who gave it to me. Unfolding the paper under my desk, I briefly looked down to see Pete’s slightly messy handwriting.

You still on later tonight?

You see, we had agreed that if he helped me study for the math test, I would help him study for English. Placing the paper on my notebook, I quickly wrote ‘yes,’ pretending that I was taking notes. Folding the paper again, I tossed it back on Peter’s desk and watched as he smiled when he read my answer. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Holly.

“Mr. Parker? Is there something you and Ms. (L/n) would like to share with the class,” she said loudly, putting both of us on the spot. I felt my face flush slightly as everyone turned to face us, some snickering.

“Uh, n-no Mrs. Holly,” Peter answered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Then please pay attention to the board. You haven’t been at your best lately,” she scolded, quickly returning to the lesson. ‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter, feeling bad that he was called out.

‘It’s fine,’ he mouthed back, fixing his attention to the board. I soon followed, listening as Mrs. Holly’s voice droned on.

Pretty soon, the end of school same and since it was Friday, I was quite happy and relieved. I waited by Peter’s class, playing with my hands and watching the clock intensely. Finally hearing the students getting up to leave, I backed away from the door and looked for the brunet.

“Hey (Y/n), sorry if I kept you waiting, Mr. Collins sort of went on ranting about his personal life again,” Peter said, causing me to laugh a bit. “He does know he’s at school right? Not some therapy session,” I joked, leaning my head on Pete’s shoulder as we walked. We were pretty comfortable around each other seeing as though we’ve been friends since middle school.

We continued our mindless chatter until we reached our stop, taking our seats on the bus.

“So, how’s your writing coming along?” Peter asked. I’ve been working on a story about a girl who’s an artist, but ends up in a car crash which damages her hands. She goes through a series of tough events as she struggles with relearning basic hand movements with the help of her friend, Alice. The two build a strong relationship and eventually end up together, at least that was how it was supposed to go.

“It’s coming along…slowly. Surely, but slowly,” I admitted. A lot has been on my mind lately and I can’t seem to write anymore.

“Writer’s block?” Peter guessed. “Something like that I suppose,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Peter seemed to notice something was off and shifted uncomfortably. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, reaching for my hand.

“Nothing, I’m okay,” I smiled, hoping Peter would move on and he did.

“So, your place or mine?” I asked as we walked into our apartment building. “At least buy me dinner first,” Peter joked, feigning surprise. “Oh shut up, y’know what I meant,” I said, slapping his arm and pressing the elevator button.

“Let’s go to yours. Aunt May has a few friends over and I don’t want to bother them,” Peter explained, entering the lift. “Alright, well my mom doesn’t come back home till 10 so we should be good,” I said.

Once the elevator reached our floor, we headed towards my place. I lived right across from Peter so that was pretty nice. Unlocking my door, I switched on the lights and shrugged off my jacket, draping it over a chair and headed to my room.

“You want anything to drink or eat? I got chips and some soda if you want any,” I offered, tossing my backpack on the bed.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get started,” Peter replied, taking out his math books. I sighed and reluctantly got out my own. “What, I thought you wanted me to help you,” he said, taking notice of my behavior. “I know, I know. I just didn’t think we’d study right away,” I mumbled, taking a seat on my bed. Peter sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“How ‘bout this, if we study a whole chapter, we can watch movies for the rest of the day,” he offered. I looked over to him and smiled. “Supernatural marathon?” I asked. Peter laughed and nodded his head. “Supernatural marathon. Now come on, we need to help you pass this test,” he reminded me. I opened up to the chapter and glanced over the problems, sighing. “I can do this,” I mumbled to myself.

“I can’t do this,” I groaned for a third time, laying my head down on my pillow. “Come on, we just have a few questions left. Just rationalize and si-” Peter was interrupted when I threw a pillow at him. “Can’t we just take a break now? The test isn’t till Wednesday,” I whined. “Fine, but we are gonna continue this tomorrow,” he said sternly. I was going to complain once more until Peter tossed his books on the ground, laying down next to me. I stared at him confused until he patted the spot next to him, signalling for me to lay down to. I obliged and laid down, crossing my legs and staring at the ceiling.


“Yes Pete?”

“Can you do that thing again,” Peter asked, looking at me with pleading eyes like a child begging for ice cream.

“Fine,” I laughed and stood up to turn the lights off. Immediately the plain ceiling was replaced with a painting of the night sky, stars littered all over the place. I first showed Peter this when we had our first sleepover. I was in my freshman year when I decided to paint my ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

I laid back down in my spot and looked over at Peter who stared in awe at the painting. While he was busy watching that, I was busy watching him. His eyes shined with happiness, his dark brown hair slightly messy and ruffled. A melancholy smile graced my lips as I caught myself looking at him with more than just platonic love again.

I admit, I did have some interest in Peter, but I brushed it off as friendship and nothing else. Besides, he seemed so content with his life now, I couldn’t possibly ruin that. Peter seemed to notice my staring as he looked back at me, causing me to blush and look away.

“Something on my face?” Peter asked with a cocky grin.. “Yeah, just a smidge of stupid,” I replied, laughing. Peter feigned hurt and soon sat up, looking at me mischievously. I raised my eyebrows in confusion until he attacked my sides, beginning to tickle me.

“Wait no, I’m sorry!!!” I exclaimed, having a laughing fit. “I’m not sure if I believe you, after all, I am stupid,” he teased, tickling me again. I reached desperately for a pillow and gripped on tight when my hand found one. I wacked Peter in the face, making sure not to hurt him, and got him off me. At the same time however, the sound of something falling caught both of our attentions.

On the ground, laid a notebook. Its cover was a soft orange with different patterns of flowers on it. Peter looked in curiosity while I stared in shock. Before I could do anything, he picked the book up and looked towards me, anxiety beginning to fill my senses.

“What’s this?” Peter asked, looking at the book. “It’s just my old writing journal, nothing too important,” I lied, reaching for it. “Can I read it?” He asked, beginning to flip the pages. I snatched the book out of his hands and put it in my desk cabinet.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t. It’s something I don’t really like sharing,” I said, a little shaken up.

“(Y/n)?” Peter stepped closer to me, about to place his hand on my shoulder before quickly looking out the window, his face showing concern.

“S-sorry. There’s a bank robbery, I-I gotta go,” he excused himself, rushing out of my apartment.

I let a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes, too tired to deal with anything else.

It was well into the night now and with each and every minute, I grew more and more worried. Peter hadn’t come back yet and I had tried calling his cell many times, each going to voicemail.

I sat in my bed, crissed crossed, looking out the window. I had given up on trying to reach him, it seemed pointless now. Grabbing my coat, I was about to head out to find Peter when I heard a knock at my window. Turning around, I saw him still in his spiderman suit, which was a little torn with blood stains on it. Quickly opening my window, Peter stumbled inside, steadying himself with his hand on the wall.

“Peter, what did I tell you,” I said. Luckily it wasn’t anything too bad, just a busted lip and a black eye. Peter only groaned in response, causing me to lead him to my bed so he could sit down.

“Just wait here okay?” I said, walking into the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed when I was only met with an empty box, I knew this would happen someday.

“Peter! I’m gonna head to the store okay? The kit is pretty much empty,” I called out. I heard Peter give a faint ‘okay’ as I left.

Peter sat on (Y/n)’s bed, he had already changed into his old pajamas that he had left over here from previous sleepovers. His side hurt a lot, but he didn’t think too much of it. He had worse injuries before.

Time passed and Peter found himself getting bored. He walked over to (Y/n)’s desk, picking up and playing around with a few things until he looked at her desk cabinet. He knew it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy, but she said it was an old writing journal. It was probably filled with embarrassing fictional stories, nothing too personal.

Opening the cabinet, he grabbed the orange notebook and flipped to a random page.

Entry - Dec. 25, 2016

Today’s been pretty great. Peter gave me a necklace and I admit, I felt bad for only giving him a drawing. His gift was so much better than mine, but he reassured me that he loved it. I came up with a new story idea and I think it was one of my best. I’m quite proud of it actually. It’s about this girl who’s an artist. She ends up in a car crash which damages her hands and now she’s going through life trying to relearn how to use her them again. I’m debating on whether or not it should romantic towards the end, but we’ll see. Anyways, Christmas has been great, everything is fantastic now.

Peter felt himself smiling at the memory, no wonder (Y/n) didn’t want him reading this. It was a diary. He did feel a little bad though and went to put it back in the cabinet when he accidently dropped it, the book opening up to a random page.

Looking down, he read the date and furrowed his brows.

Entry - February 21, 2017

I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly been ‘myself’ lately, whoever that is. Recently things have changed, well more specifically me. I know I said I would get better last time and I thought I was, but I guess not. I’ve been feeling down lately, not all the time though. I still smile and laugh with my friends, I still feel happy and have hope in myself, it’s just not the same anymore. For some reason, whenever I get home and I’m by myself, I feel sad and I feel worthless. Well, I feel worthless all the time actually. I love my life, I have a great family, I have amazing friends, and school is going great for me, but I can’t seem to enjoy it. I feel lonely and empty. I’m stuck in this ridiculous cycle of starting the day out happy only for the negativity to crash down on me, knocking me under…I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the constant unwanted thoughts in my head, I’m tired of being over critical of myself, I’m tired that I’m constantly getting headaches and that I can never sleep at night. I hate that I let myself get this way. I am aware that this isn’t right, I am aware that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to other people, I am aware that I should not feel this way. I want to talk to people about this, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid that they’ll be disappointed in me, I’m afraid they’ll think less of me, I’m afraid I can never be the person they want me to be.I promised myself that I would stay strong. I promised that I would stay strong for my mom when my dad abandoned us, I promised I would be supportive of my sister when she moved away to work in film. I promised my teachers that I would keep my grades up and go to good college. I promised Peter that I would always stay by him no matter what, when his uncle died and when he told me he was spiderman.I promised people so many things, but I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’m tired and I want a break, but I can’t. Not when so many people depend on me. I don’t want to let them down, I don’t want them to be ashamed of me, but everything has a breaking point and I’ve reached mine. The only problem is that I’m too afraid to get help and that kills me.I want to just disappear and wait until the pain subsides or just disappear completely. I’m tired and all I want is a break.

Peter felt shocked and confused. He never thought (Y/n) would be going through all of this and he felt disappointed that he never realized what she was going through.

“Peter! I’m back,” I yelled, shutting the door with my foot. When I got no answer, I became confused and went into my room. I placed the bag with all my supplies and went to look up when I saw Peter sitting on my bed, his eyes red. His hand was behind his back, like he was hiding something.

“Why?” Peter asked me, his voice cracking a bit. I stared in confusion until he held up the orange notebook.

A lot of things happened that moment. First, I was scared and I was shocked. I was scared that he thought of me differently now and shocked that somebody else knew what was going on. Then I felt violated and betrayed, I had told Peter to leave it alone, but he ignored that and invaded my privacy, I felt a little angry.

“Peter-” I began only to be interrupted by the same question.


“Why what?” I asked, becoming a bit aggressive. “Why I didn’t tell you? Why do I feel like this? Why what?”

“Why did you ever think that I would think less of you, that I would be disappointed in you?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks.

I felt tears stream down my face and my heart clench. “Because, you think of me as a dependable person, you think of of me as a friend. I liked that you thought of me that way, I didn’t want you to think of me as a person who is too weak and can’t get help. I don’t have some complicated reason as to why I thought you would think of me like that, so if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry.”

Peter stayed silent and I sighed, letting the silence take over a bit before breaking it. “I’ll just clean you up and you can leave if you want. I won’t force you to stay here,” I mumbled, going over to the bag of supplies when I felt something latch onto my hand. Looking down, I saw a string of webs attached to it before I was tugged back. I stumbled onto Peter and his arms wrapped around me tightly, burying his face into my hair.

“I will never leave you, never you hear me,” I heard him whisper before pulling away, his hands cupping my face. “I love you and I promise I will stand by you no matter what.” Peter placed a kiss on my forehead as I felt tears running down my cheeks. I pulled Peter into another hug and cried, knowing that I had somebody I could turn to now, no longer having to write another journal entry.

such sweet sorrow | rating: T | 5,497 words

Mecha Playhouse and Ark Players didn’t get along; in fact, Clarke would even dare to call them mortal enemies. So, when Marcus Kane told her they were merging for the summer show, she was fairly certain the feud would bring them all down long before the show even got on the stage. Except, she didn’t plan on Bellamy Blake.


A loose, modern Romeo and Juliet retelling where Bellamy and Clarke are simultaneously Romeo and Juliet AND playing them.

for @alwaystruenorth who won 2nd place in my fanfic giveaway and requested a modern Romeo and Juliet-esque story. I really hope you enjoy! And ALSO thank you again to @fen-ha-fuck-you for being my faithful, ever-enduring beta. 

Thus With a Kiss I Die

This is my gift for @subtlyimpulsive as part of the @iwaoiexchange


Rating: M (For curse words only) 

Words: 7000+ 

“Okay, everyone, take a seat!!” Yachi shouts over the crowd, her voice and smile wavers but still just as bright as her little blonde bob.  

Oikawa hops onto the stage, leaning his elbows on his knees. A man stands next to Yachi, one Oikawa knows as the president of the LGBT Club. He thought of joining the club once but wasn’t sure how drastically he wanted to state he was gay, even if not everyone in the club is gay, the stigma still lives, and that what he hates.  

The theater club gathers around Yachi, some hopping on to the stage like Oikawa, others taking up the floor. Once everyone’s settled and the chatter that spills from everyone’s lips evaporates Yachi begins.

“It’s time to announce the decision of our next play.” The club cheers, whoops and hollers echoing in the theater.

“In conjunction with the… the… um… the LGBT club, we will be putting on a production of a modern day Romeo and Juliet, or as some would like to call it Romeo and Julius.” Yachi turns her head to the other president and with a small smile, as he nods his head.

“Casting…um…” Yachi fumbles over her words as she flips through her clip board.

“Casting will be set for next Thursday so bring your best smiles.” Yachi clutches the ends of her clipboard with a laugh that shakes just a bit as she dismisses the crowd and the chatter begins up again.

“Are you going to try out for the part of Romeo, Oikawa?”

“Are they even going to be keeping the original names? Cause like it’s a modern version isn’t it?” He leans towards the girl, her blue eyes covered by her smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” She shrugs her shoulder then jumps from the stage, running in the direction of her friends.

“See you Thursday Oikawa,” She calls with a wave as she leaves and he waves back, taking the script from the stack set next to him. Romeo…

The Club clears out, leaving only Oikawa and Yachi sitting on opposite sides of the stage. Oikawa leafs through the script, looking at the lines for Romeo. He hadn’t considered Romeo. When they said it, he instinctively wanted to be Julius, and the image of Romeo played by…

“Oikawa,” Yachi calls to him. He lifts his head, his thoughts lost to the wind.

“I think I’ve messed up, I was looking through the character count we need and how many we have and we’re short one person.” Oikawa sits up and looks down at Yachi’s notepad as she shows him.

“I can’t tell the LGBT president no after we all already agreed. That would be horrific!” She brushes her bangs behind her ears, her lips scrunching up in frustration, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of her notes .

“Maybe we could ask any of the LGBT Members?” Oikawa proposes but Yachi shakes her head.

“They’re already participating these numbers include them.” She says and sits down in front of him. Oikawa brushes back his bangs.   

“What if I told you I could find someone.” It’s a stupid idea, he’d never go for it.

“Really?” Yachi’s eyes brighten and Oikawa’s about to respond when-

“Oikawa!” Iwaizumi leans against the door frame, his bag slung over his shoulder ready to leave.

“I’ll tell you later,” He whispers, jumping off the stage.  

“Coming Iwa-chan!” Yachi stands as Oikawa leaves waving from the stage.

“I’ll text you later Yachi, I’ll try to convince them to come Thursday, okay?”

“Thank you!” Yachi shouts after him as Oikawa walks through the door.

Now he just has to convince him to be the Romeo to his Julius. Oikawa’s heart pounds as Iwaizumi flashes him a small smile as they leave. This was a terrible idea.

“Shit,” He whispers it under his breath.

“Huh?” Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, his green eyes fixed on Oikawa’s.

“Oh, nothing.” Oikawa shakes his head, this won’t be easy.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I'm here to start discourse. You mentioned in the human vape fog machine post that in a modern au Keith would do that for a side job when obviously it would be Lance bc 1. Shiro would convince Keith not to and 2. Pidge would most definitely encourage Lance to do so

you Fucking FOOL…. keith would Obviously disobey shiro and become the nonstop human vape machine of his dreams. lance, a casual vaper, sees him in a party once and challenges him to a vaping contest. they fall in love on the fifth hour and suffocate themselves to death but die breathing each other’s vape, a modern day romeo and juliet,


Characters: Jimin x You

Genre: ceo!jimin || arranged marriage (I have no idea at this point)


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It is tiring to be standing in front of all these people. All of them looking up at him expectantly, waiting upon his next words like hungry wolves. He is the bait that is dangled in front of them, and once he is dropped, they will pounce and devour until nothing is left.

The cameras flash again in his face, and the white spots swarm in his vision. Loud chatter fills his ears from his spot on the stage and he resists all temptation to turn on his heels to walk away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Amongst all the chaos, he is slightly calmed down by the sight of one person who remains unmoving. You stand – stoic and without expression – hands folded in front of you in a manner that is the same if not more serious than him.

“Jimin,” he hears you say the two syllables.

They fall flat, a name that over the years has accumulated many emotion but now, contain nothing.

He looks at you, standing beside him with your face towards the crowd in front. With a deep breath, he walks up towards all the reporters and opens his mouth. They all drop silent and wait.

“Yes, we are divorced.”

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Actor AU
  • MyStreet is a popular TV show that the gang stars in.
  • Zane and Katelyn are actually good friends behind the scenes, they typically get coffee together before morning shoots.
  • Travis and Aphmau are pun buddies, annoys literally every other cast member.
  • This is the first production Laurence has ever had a big part in, most of the time he was just a background character or had minor roles.
  • Garroth on the other hand has never not been a leading character.
  • Dante is infamous for getting kicked off shows for getting in relationships with the other actors and it not ending well; MyStreet has been his longest lasting show.
  • When they were filming Love~Love Paradise, Aaron admitted that he couldn’t swim, Aphmau-who was actually pretty good at it-taught him how.
  • Kawaii-chan is always the one making everyone snack and drinks, not because anyone makes her, just because she actually enjoys it.
  • Michi is actually a total sweetheart; every time she has to be rude to someone in a scene, she goes up to them and apologizes right after. 
  • Vylad, Garroth, and Zane actually hang out frequently and they consider themselves real brothers. 
  • Zianna is Zane’s actual mom and she was the one who got Zane into acting.
  • Kawaii-chan was not really for the cat ears thing at first, but now she loves them and wears them E V E R Y W H E R E.
  • Whenever Travis and Zane are put in an interview together, they constantly flirt and use pet names for each other just to mess with the viewer. Aphmau scolds them for this, but secretly finds it hilarious, especially all the fan art and pics people make for them.
  • Aaron is the biggest shipper ever and he loves being part of the biggest one on the show.
  • Dante is the one who suggested Nicole to play the part of Dante’s relationship. Everyone was a bit nervous about it, given all the things that have went wrong with him and personal ties in the past, but they actually worked well together and it turned out great. 
  • Lucinda has flirted with literally everyone on the cast and everyone takes it differently. Example would be that Katelyn thinks it’s really funny and Garroth gets really flustered.
  • Zane has two different colored eyes, one blue and one green. While he does cover it up for the show, he doesn’t hide it in public, which actually made him less recognized until an interview revealed that he has two eye colors.
  • Celeste is Aaron’s dog and she was supposed to be more loyal to Aphmau, but they decided that Celeste always being drawn to Aaron added a humorous effect. 
  • Reese-strangely enough-really likes wearing body paint, Marsh not so much.
  • The girls + Travis have a mandatory girls night out once a month. 
  • Zane is really good at eye makeup, so he’ll help out the girls sometimes (Yes he does wear it himself as well).
  • When they were deciding what to do for the neighborhood play arc, at first they wanted the play to be something more magical, since it was the arc that lucinda was introduced in, but Laurence suggested a modern Romeo and Juliet and the couldn’t resist.
  • Btw, the gaurence kiss was Aaron’s idea