understanding shakespeare

Sonnet 130 (Punk Luke)

So this was supposed to be a smut but then it just became a ball of fluff so there will but two more parts to this so I can put the smut in - Gigi

You were sitting in the local library reading through a text book; studying for your next exam. Your muscles in you bum and legs were all but frozen from sitting in the same position for hours.

“Hey, we are closing in fifteen minuets,” the old librarian said on her way past.

You closed the text book feeling pretty happy with what you had learnt. Once you had all your things you made your way out into the car park. It was just your car and a sleek black antique car.

You were lost in a world of equations and biology that you did not notice the figure standing in your path. He had his back turned to you, inhaling his cigarette.

“Shit,”

“What the f-,”

You had ran into the back of Luke Hemmings, one of the toughest kids in the area. At only eighteen he had almost covered his whole body in tattoos and piercings, there was even a rumor that he had his penis pierced.

“I am so sorry,” you say before all but running away to your car.

Next Day

You had finished school for the day and was walking through the car park of the library when you saw the same black sleek car as last night.

Once in the library you saw a very odd sight. There sitting at the table in the middle of the room was Luke Hemmings. He was frowning at a book absently turning its pages. You walk past over to where you normally sit and started to study. Luke stayed until you left later that afternoon.

The next few days passed just the same Luke would be sitting at the table in the middle of the room frowning at his book and would leave at about the same time as you.

A week later you walked in and Luke was sitting at the chair across from where you sit; still reading his book. You took your seat, eyeing him carefully before starting to study. Occasionally you would glance up at him and he would be frowning; he was always frowning.

“Good book?” after hours of silence you finally ask. You assume the worst that could happen would be him telling you to fuck off.

“Umm.. sorta…” Luke looked up at you and your breath stopped, his eyes were beautiful, such an electric blue.

“What book is it?” you ask glancing down at it and you notice that he had been reading the same book for almost over a week.

“Shakespeares sonnets,” Luke left his finger the mark where he was at and showed me the cover. The tough boy Luke Hemmings was reading Shakespeares sonnets.

“So, you like Shakespeare?” you ask.

“I like listening to it. Though it is quite umm…difficult to read,” he said looking down embarrassed.

It was common knowledge that Luke had dropped out of school at the ripe age of fourteen and that even when he was at school he did very little; so his inability to read Shakespeare was understandable.

“I could help,” you offer quickly adding “if you want,”

He looked down at his book and then back up at you considering you offer.

“That-that would be nice,” he said.

You walked over and took the empty seat on his right and he laid the book between you both.

“Read out loud and I will help you with the words you don’t know,” you say and he starts to read.

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses…”

“Damask'd”    

“red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music…”

“Hath”

“a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  As any she belied with false compare.”

Whenever Luke paused you were filled in the word. You could just listen to his deep voice for hours…and that is what I did.

“We are closing in fifteen minuets,” the librarian said as she walked past holding a book.

We had been sitting there for hours reading through Shakespears sonnets.

Luke silently walked you out into the parking lot which was empty save for the black car.

“You shouldn’t walk home in the dark,” Luke stated “I’ll give you a lift,”

You follow him towards his car, climbing in once he had unlocked it. It was very close to the ground…it looked like Dean Winchesters car.

“Just let me drop you on the corner or something, you don’t have to tell me where you live,” Luke said once the car started.

You gave him directions to the corner right near your house.

“Thank you for helping me,” Luke said sheepishly.

“I had fun,” you said smiling before climbing out of his car.

Karamel Fanfic #33

WARNING! Milld spoilers from Supergirl 2x17

Title: these violent delights have violent ends

Prompt: Kara and Alex watch over as Mon-El finishes Romeo & Juliet.

Word Count: 1574

Also posted on AO3

Notes: SURPRISEEEEE!!!! Guess who’s written a Karamel fanfiction at literally the middle of the night. But in my defense, I so was not planning to write any one-shots, so I started writing this after a split second decision and I just finished it at like 3:30, so if there’re any mistakes, I apologize dearly, it’s probably because of my sleepiness lol. But once my beautiful Karamel fam put this idea in my mind, I just couldn’t get rid of it and I HAD TO write it. Sooooo I wrote it.

Anyway, this was inspired by this post by @myfangirlinghq, who had a freaking amazing idea (you’re awe-and-some sweetie :D). I also wanna thank @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain for tagging me and @contygold86 who gave me an idea and motivated me to write this at 2 a.m. in the morning, and also @stygian-omada-fan who was so excited for it and wanted to be tagged :) I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!


Kara couldn’t take her eyes off of Mon-El. She didn’t know for how long she’d been watching him from her spot at the DEO. It was probably longer than what would be considered normal, even getting to the point of stalking, yet she couldn’t help herself. He looked just so cute reading the last few pages of Romeo and Juliet.

Even after their conversation from the previous day, and Kara reminding Mon-El a second time that neither Romeo nor Juliet survived at the end, she knew he still held hope for the both of them. He didn’t want to believe, in his exact words, that “a love like that could end in such tragedy.” Apparently now he’d come to the part that said love ended in, well, tragedy.

Honestly, what did he expect? The play was in its name a tragedy.

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anonymous asked:

Do you ever think people examine Shakespeare too closely? For example, reading into every line of every character, or every individual word of a sentence to gain deeper meaning, when its likely that Shakespeare himself didn't intend most of the things we attribute to him? I understand that readers give books meaning beyond what the author intended, but sometimes I feel like people take analysis way too far in a very reverent way when it comes to his writing. Do you think this is dangerous?

Do they? Sure. People do that to pretty much everything ever written. But here’s the key that makes it somewhat defensible (and I’ve addressed this in an earlier post about the idea of authorial intent, which I think you should read): Sometimes authors themselves don’t even know what they intend. Speaking as an author, there’s all kind of weird attic shit piled up in my subconscious that probably manifests itself in my writing that I don’t fully understand. True of Shakespeare also? Who knows. But here’s the other thing: What a writer wrote and how various different cultures at various different times respond to it are in some ways equally important, because how we interpret a piece of art says a lot about who we are. Criticism of Hamlet from, say, 1942 is going to be wildly different from criticism of Hamlet from last year. And those differences are hugely valuable, because they show us how culture is evolving. Food for thought. 

I am always surprised by the feeling Ichigo creates in my heart. He is such an amazing character! There is such a deep person behind his outer layer. I can relate to so many things with him—likes music, likes Shakespeare, doesn’t understand complicated topics right away but is observant, has a darker side, has self-worth issues, struggles with depression, a bit impulsive, hidden potential, introvert, strong values, small group of friends that really know him, is a pensive thinker. Truly one of my role models in life (among others). 

It’s fun, thinking about how people seem to believe that queer people came into existence similarly to the Big Bang where one day it was like BOOM! Gay people. BOOM! Trans people. (No boom for bisexuals because we apparently don’t exist along with ace people and gender fluid people among others)

Shakespeare Fun Facts: The Bowdler Shakespeare

The Family Shakspeare, In which Nothing Is Added to the Original Text; but those Words and Expressions Are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety Be Read Aloud in a Family

There will never be a day when I do not laugh at that title.

But some fun facts:

  • The first edition was probably edited by (or with) Henrietta (Harriet) Bowdler, Thomas Bowdler’s sister (See Noel Perrin, Dr Bowdler’s Legacy). Many reasons why she remained anonymous, including the impropriety of a young lady being able to recognise the sexual puns she’s editing out.
  • The ‘doubtful’ nature of Ophelia’s death is omitted entirely; in this version it is definitely an accident. She’s just bad at swimming.
  • The prostitute Doll Tearsheet is entirely removed from Henry IV Part 2
  • Basically all the sexual references are removed. Iago’s ‘beast with two backs’ (Othello 1.1.115)? Gone. ‘an old black ram / Is tupping your white ewe’(Othello 1.187-88)? Nowhere to be seen. You can imagine how much that changes the interpretation of that play!
  • But also the sweet teenage (marital) sex in Romeo and Juliet… Gone. ‘Spread thy close curtain, love performing night’ becomes ‘Spread thy close curtain, and come civil night’. CiVIL??? 
  • Even the minutest things… Mercutio’s ‘the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon’ is changed to ‘the hand of the dial is now upon the point of noon’ (Romeo and Juliet 2.3.106-7). No bawdiness; no pricks here.
  • References to God are omitted (and frequently replaced with ‘Heavens’)
  • So Lady Macbeth’s ‘Out Damn’d spot!’ (5.1.34) is ‘Out crimson spot!’… Damn is a naughty word, even for evil people who might say it and are literally on the verge of damnation.

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anonymous asked:

I read Lear for class a few times, and now I'm rereading it bc the AP Lit exam is coming up. Is it just me, or is the language harder to understand than that of Shakespeare's other plays? It could just be because I'm delving more deeply into it, but I saw the tempest a few weeks ago and I felt like I understood the words with less effort, even though I'm less familiar with it.

Lear is an incredibly difficult play. It’s a play full of negation and contradiction and because there are a few different versions of the text and editors tend to mash them together with abandon, it’s even more difficult to follow than most. “Labyrinthine” is the best word I can think to describe it. It’s a rabbit hole of a play. It’s a linguistic mind-fuck. (My favorite example of this is the Fool’s speech in 3.2 in the Folio, which just literally doesn’t make any logical sense. It’s consciously anachronistic and textually bizarre; 400 years later we still have no idea what’s going on there; more on it here.) So I definitely don’t think you’re imagining this. It’s a crazy play. 

Alright as the (self-proclaimed) Check Please Fandom Shakespeare Ho, I think it is my duty to discuss Nursey and Shakespeare.

(what no I am not using Nursey’s love of poetry as a convenient way for my theater major ass to talk about Shakespeare and other subjects of my field why would you think that noooooooooooo)

  • There are very few circumstances in which Derek Nurse is Obnoxiously American
  • In fact, it almost never happens
  • He’s not above releasing his inner pyro on the 4th, but other than that…
  •  If there’s one thing Nursey can’t stand, it’s a fucking Shakespeare Snob
  •  You know, those people who act like they’re fucking special because they read and understand it?
  •  Those people who like Shakespeare but also like that they like it?
  • (*side-eyes my fifteen-year-old self*)
  • Because let me tell you, anyone who acts like Shakespeare is for the Elites knows Fucking Nothing
  • *ahem* anyway

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Things English classes have taught me over three years:

1. Shakespeare is apparently some kind of god
2. English teachers love depressing stories
3. How to seem like you’re paying attention when you could give less of a shit
4. That you never know if the English teacher actually wants you to write stuff down or not when they say, “You should consider writing this down,” because you literally never go back and look at the note afterwards
5. That English classes regurgitate the same five things over and over again

shakspaere  asked:

5 favourite individually carried out murders in early modern drama?

Oh man. This is really hard, because there are so many amazing ones to choose from (I could probably pick like five just out of Titus). I’m going to cheat and give you ten, in no particular order.

  1. Throats slit, ground up into a paste, baked into a pie and fed to their mother, Demetrius and Chiron, Titus Andronicus.
  2. Buried up to his neck and left to starve, Aaron, Titus Andronicus.
  3. Made out with a poisoned skull, the Duke, The Revenger’s Tragedy. 
  4. Literally burst into flames, Antiochus and his daughter, Pericles.
  5. Drowned in a butt of malmsey wine, Duke of Clarence, Richard III. If God is taking requests this is exactly how I’d like to die.
  6. Beheaded by pirates, Duke of Suffolk, 2 Henry VI.
  7. Trampled to death by a horse, Arcite, The Two Noble Kinsmen.
  8. Magically sealed inside a rock, a devil, The Birth of Merlin.
  9. Murdered in a rampage brought on by inhaling poisonous incense,  a fucking load of people, Women Beware Women.
  10. [Exit, pursued by a bear], Antigonus, Winter’s Tale. It would be criminal negligence not to include this.

Honorable mention to King Hamlet I, who dies by having fucking poison poured in his fucking ears.