anonymous asked:

Is there a particular order in which one should read/watch Shakespeare's plays? I've heard that you have to read a bunch of ancient literature like the Iliad and get to know all the ancient philosophers and then you have to read/watch Shakespeare in a very particular order. Thoughts?

No??? There are no rules in Shakespeare, and there’s no right way to enjoy his plays. You might find you really like the history plays, and have fun comparing Shakespeare’s version of history to the real thing. You might prefer his comedies, and find you have the most fun watching adaptations which preserve the language but throw in contemporary references, gender-reversed roles and a creative setting - like the recent Globe version of Midsummer which had a gay couple, Beyonce’s Single Ladies, and a Bollywood theme. Maybe you’ll find you can’t get past the language at all no matter how hard you try, but you really enjoy the stories, so you’ll watch stuff like She’s The Man, 10 Things I Hate About You and Shakespeare Retold. Maybe you’ll adore tragedies, and you’ll want to do some philosophising with Hamlet so you’ll research all the influences of thought in that play. You might like film adaptations, or prefer to go to tiny productions down the road that have an audience of 20 people and a budget of $2 and a paperclip. 

Shakespeare is meant to be enjoyable. Don’t get hung up on the notion that there’s a right way to read Shakespeare, or that you need to Appreciate him as Great Literature™. The guy was a storyteller, and it’s up to you to figure out which stories you like and how you like them to be told. Take his work at face value, and if you want to do further reading to get deeper into the text and tease out possible meanings or cultural contexts you may have missed, do it because you want to, not because you feel you have to. 

its-theusos  asked:

What do you think about the music done for each Cruiserweight?

You mean their theme music? (this is going to be really long)
If that’s the case I would like to take a moment to personally thank everyone who participated in bringing Jack Gallagher’s theme song to life.

Rich’s theme song would be perfect for a cookout, not gonna lie. We just need a line dance and were set.

Brian Kendrick’s theme has a bigger ego than he does. I hope he won’t steal it’s sheet music and teach it a lesson.

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Zodiac Recipes: Bollywood style

**check sun (general personality), moon (emotional personality) and mars sign **

Aries: 1 cup Kangana Ranaut’s candidness, 2 cups of Varun Dhawan’s humour and a heaped jar of Kajol’s warm personality.

Taurus: 5 cups of Ranveer Singh’s charm, 1 jar of Varun Dhawan’s cuteness and sprinkled with Sonakshi Sinha’s swag

Gemini: A ton of SRK humour, 3 jars of Kangana Ranauts passion sprinkled with Alia Bhatt’s cuteness

Cancer: A bowl of Ranveer Singhs passion, 3 cups  Arjun Kapoor’s cute-awkwardness and sprinkled with Ranbir Kapoors humour

Leo: 4 cups of Kareena Kapoor confidence, a jar of Fawad Khan’s mystery and sprinkled with Katrina Kaif’s style.

Virgo: A jar of Deepika Padukone’s classiness, 3 cups of Salman Khan’s quirkiness and a ton of Fawad Khan confidence.

Libra: 4 cups of Varun Dhawan’s playfulness, 1 jar of Alia Bhatt’s charm and candidness, infused with a whole lot of Priyanka Chopra’s confidence.

Scorpio: 1 cup of SRK’s mystery aura, 2 cups of Aditya Roy Kapurs intensity and half a cup of Kareena Kapoor’s sassiness.

Sagittarius: 3 cups of Ranveer Singh’s energy, a sprinkle of Siddharth Malhotra’s cute awkwardness topped off with Sonam Kapoor’s free spirit.

Capricorn: 3 cups of Deepika’s calmness, 1 cup of Priyanka’s ambition and a sprinkle of Salman Khans humour.

Aquarius: A heaped bowl of Anushka Sharma’s candidness, sprinkles of Abhishek Bachchan’s humour and wit and mixed in with some of Ranbir Kapoor’s mystery.

Pisces: A ton of Shraddha Kapoor’s charm, Parineeti Chopra’s warmth and sprinkled with Deepika Padukone’s humour.

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pagan-min-kyrat asked:

Pashwari :P

  • Who made the first move;

Pagan. He paid lip-service to the fact that she was married to a former friend, but he knew she wasn’t really into him, so why pretend?

  • Who said ‘I love you’ first;

Ishwari, because Pagan wouldn’t let himself be that vulnerable first.

  • How often they fight;

Like, never. He was such a pushover when it came to Ishwari.

  • Whose big spoon/little spoon;

Usually it was Pagan/Ishwari, but sometime Pagan enjoyed being the little spoon. But when she was pregnant, he loved being able to sleep with his hand on her belly.

  • What their nicknames are for each other;

Pagan called Ishwari “My Queen”. I don’t think she had one for him beyond “my love”.

  • Who’s the better cook;


  • Their song;

Oh man, I have no idea. I’d like to think it was some Bollywood love theme, and that’s how Pagan got into Bollywood music.

  • Who remembers their anniversaries;

The Ministry of Public Affairs and Social Harmony. These were official holidays.

  • Their favorite thing to do together (besides sex);

Plan for Kyrat’s future

  • Who ‘wears the pants’ in the relationship;


  • How they would get engaged;

Same as their wedding (see next)

  • What their wedding would be like;
    • How many kids they’ll have;

    The bindi, or the pottu as it’s known in Kerala where I grew up, is an aspect of my cuture that I think I spent a large part of my life taking for granted. Whether it was my grandma meticulously applying kumkumam to her forehead every day (a process involving a base paste which is then covered in red powder, all in a perfect circle created using nothing but her finger), or my best friend and me slapping on a sticker pottu stolen from my mom’s collection while playing dress up, it was never something I gave much thought. It was just there. A part of life no more or less remarkable to the younger me than a blue sky or green grass.

    The idea of white women wearing bindis was something that for the longest time got nothing more than a shrug out of me. I’d seen a fair few tourists walking around in ill fitting salwar kameezes and ill placed bindis. I never thought it particularly suited them, but hey, if they wanted to walk around looking ridiculous, what business was it of mine, right? That was until my parents decided to move us out of India. To go from growing up relatively sheltered, comfortably ensconced within a culture I took for granted, to having that culture questioned or silenced or ridiculed at every turn was as eye opening as it was unpleasant. Because I finally understood.

    The idea that the girls like the one who called me weird for putting on sunscreen (“Haha but you’re brown!”) or the one who asked me how my name could possibly be Sarah (“But you’re Indian!”) could be out there right now sporting “forehead jewels” because they saw it on a celebrity, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The idea that men like the ones who yelled “Hey, bin Laden!” at my dad prompting my dad to shave his beard the very next day could be out there somewhere having “Bollywood themed weddings” because they saw it in a lifestyle magazine, fills me with rage. And if at this point you’re thinking “But I would never do any of those things! Is it okay for me to wear a bindi?” The answer is still, not unless you’re invited to.

    Look, I get it. You’re a “good” person. You don’t hate brown people, you’d never shout racist things at them, you think South Asian fashion is beautiful and all that jazz. But this is about privilege. You want to wear a bindi whenever you feel like it? Cool. Then wear everything that comes with it. Wear the endless queries about where you’re originally from, wear the insistent mocking of the way you speak, wear the “terrorist” jokes, wear “Do you speak Hindu?” and “Is your dad a taxi driver?” and “You’re going to be forced to get an arranged marriage, right?”

    To wear the parts of our culture you find appealing while living free of the realities that accompany them is a sign of privilege. A privilege that doesn’t extend to us. Our culture doesn’t come off when a bindi does. We can’t disassociate ourselves from our identity with a new wardrobe and a makeover. Our culture isn’t just what we wear, it’s part of who we are. We take pride in it, we celebrate it, but we are often forced to pay a price for doing so.

    One of the misconceptions I often see with regard to bindis is the idea that people are upset solely because bindis are a religious item. While bindis do hold significance within Hinduism, South Asians of all religions wear bindis. I myself am a Christian Malayali with a half Catholic, half Hindu mom. For many of us, it’s less about religion, and more about culture. So if you ever find yourself reaching for a bindi or any item tied closely to a culture that isn’t yours, here’s a tip; Wait until you’re invited to wear or use said item by a member of the culture to which it belongs. 


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    Bollywood’s disco deewangi 
    → (disco and club songs)