what light through yonder

Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.

Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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jeneelestrange  asked:

Just write a poly involving were-any-large-carnivores and it will be bought. You know this to be true.

Is this your way of telling me to write werewolf vampire porn? Cause if it is I’m 100% down with this.

Also now all I have in my head is a vampire and a werewolf who love each other despite clan feud wars and they meet in secret on moonlit nights. I could be the Shakespeare of our time.

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”
“It’s the dawn, Vlad, you idiot. Get away from the window you know you’re not supposed to be up at this hour.”
“You have no poetry in your soul.”
“At least I have a soul.”
“You are so grumpy in the morning.”
“I love ruffling your fur.”


David Tennant as Romeo in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Romeo and Juliet (2000) - Part 3

Excerpts from a Scotland on Sunday article on David at the RSC in 2000

“He is perfect casting, because of the intensity he brings to his work,“ Michael Boyd says.  While Tennant’s great friend and former landlady, the comic performer and author of Does My Bum Look Big in This?, Arabella Weir, says: "He’s astonishingly focused for his age and amazingly straightforward and honest. He’s trustworthy and he’s honourable.”

There is still something uncynical and unspoilt about him, though. He confesses that being with the RSC can be scary. “Not only because you are in the home of ‘world class classical theatre’ (as all the brochures tell you), but these big Shakespearean roles come with a lot of historical baggage attached. People tell you how romantic Ian McKellen was as Romeo, or how masculine Sean Bean was, or how marvellous Laurence Olivier was. You feel the weight of all those ghosts, those performances that have taken on a mystical resonance. And because it’s Shakespeare, you feel it’s hard to make it believable, because it is so beautiful.  With this play, everyone has so many ideas about it, that you almost want to play against the beauty. We did the balcony scene the other day and I was doing: 'But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!’ And I was going: 'How can I say that?’ It is beyond parody, but all you can do is be personal with it and make it your own, if that doesn’t sound too pretentious. I know that’s how Alex [who plays Juliet] feels about famous lines like, 'Parting is such sweet sorrow’.”   

The intensity of the rollercoaster he is on is overwhelming. Stratford is a grueling, sometimes stifling, hothouse. Rehearsal followed by show, followed by rehearsal, in one long punishing schedule. After one-and-a-half hours in the rehearsal room, there is just time for a snack  before voice warm-ups for the matinee of The Rivals. There, Tennant’s rapier-thin young blade gets involved in sword fights and various cunning derring-do disguises, then he is off again for lunch. And back on again, for The Comedy of Errors. A short show, but a physical one, as Tennant slides down those banisters, executes pratfalls and turns in a brilliantly funny double act with Ian Hughes, who plays his manservant, Dromio. He also does the neatly witty trick of lighting two post-coital cigarettes after seducing his long lost twin’s wife and then buries his head in Nina Conti’s cleavage.

Later Tennant is in his dressing-room, stripped to the waist, slapping Simple moisturizer onto his face, swigging pints of mineral water, and packing up his make-up box, an old-fashioned leather bowling case. As we leave, we trip up over a bloody but unbowed Hotspur, about to go on stage and die in Henry IV, Part 1. Falstaff is plumped in the corner and wishes us a courteous good night, while various make-up girls daub elderly knights. “It’s like this every night at this time,” says Tennant. “You can’t move for men in armour and there’s blood everywhere.”    

Photo credits include:  Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, photostage.co.uk, the Royal Shakespeare Company, and more 

Other parts of this Romeo photoset [ Part 1 ]  [ Part 2 ]

thus, with a kiss

bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - period piece au - something different that fit my mood today xoxo


“We were nothing more
than star-crossed lovers,
tangled up in what could
have been.”
—Angela Marie Alfaro

She meets him on her eleventh birthday, her father’s Housekeeper, Geraldine, scolding him as he is caught stealing food from the kitchens. A stable boy, with scraggly hair and blue eyes she’s heard her sister read through thick texts of that would akin them to clear skies and rapid waters.

She hears his name is Forsythe, and her fingers curl around the thick wooden door to watch as his cheeks flush at the older woman’s stern voice. His stomach growls loudly, her own ears catching the rumbling from her hidden position at the doorway.

“Now, swab the floors in the barn at once before punishments are imposed on you, Forsythe.” Geraldine’s voice murmurs, her gray hair perched in a tight bun on her head. “If the job is done well, I shall save an extra roll of bread from my supper for you. Is this agreeable?”

“Yes, Miss Geraldine.” The boy with dirt covered cheeks replies, excitement in his tone at the prospect of more food being presented to him.

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Days 3 & 4 - Homework/Romeo

Much Ado

“Whatcha doin’ down there, princess?”

Marinette almost leapt out of her skin at the sound of his voice above her, even though she’d specifically left the window open for him. “Homework,” she supplied. “Ugh, I have to finish reading this play by tomorrow and I’m barely starting the second act.”

“Ah,” Chat purred, narrowing his eyes at the booklet in her hands. “The best act.” Instead of dropping down onto her bed like he normally would, he lounged on his side at the edge of the windowsill, flicking his tail to and fro with a playful air. “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?”

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The Isak + Even fan fics that I’m currently reading Part Two:
(This could be a recommendation list I guess, but it’s more of a list of fics that I’m currently reading, so the ones that I’ve already read aren’t there. The list is also in random order. Here’s part one.)

Digging Upwards | Allieverwas

This version of Isak’s story starts after the break in season 2, a few days after Isak moves into Eskild’s basement. Even never left Elvebakken. I’m better at writing stories than blurbs. Go read my story.

will you share your soul with me? |  hippopotamus

There’s a school camping trip at the beginning of Isak’s second year. He’s not sure why he agrees to go, especially when he remembers how difficult it is for him to sleep anywhere that isn’t his own bed.

It turns out he’s not the only insomniac on the trip.

not in the stars to hold your destiny |  Stria (Asia117)

“What the fuck,” Even murmurs, and Isak almost wants to mock him, but he refrains. He’s not 16 anymore. “Everything okay, Isak?”
“Peachy.” Isak doesn’t look at him. “Go find someone else to talk to.” Miss him with that shit.
“Wow, what the fuck. Get off your high horse.” Even sounds irritated, too. Good. Isak just snorts.
“When you’ll take off that stick from your ass,” he hisses, and then goes up to Mikha. He doesn’t need to make a scene in front of everyone.

[Or, the one in which Even and Isak can’t stand each other, but they still end up together eventually.]

take me to the stars | iriswests

Isak thinks Even is pretentious and impractical. Even thinks Isak is arrogant and uptight. They’re not each other’s biggest fans, even if they do happen to have spectacular sex on a very, very drunken night. And Isak doesn’t mean to do it again, but he does, anyway, so now they’re establishing ground rules and deciding that maybe they can keep doing this, no strings attached, no commitments, no feelings, and, most importantly, no need to stop disliking each other.

And then it’s not quite that simple anymore.

if I knew it were true | smokeshop

They’ve both been broken. Even hates his brain and Isak hates his life, and the past is always lurking.

Friends With Benefits AU where Isak loves Even and Even loves Isak, but they’re afraid to make it work.

Come out, come out, to the sea my love… and just, drown with me  | GayaIsANerd

In which Even saves Isak from an asshole ex, and from himself

—– Another fake boyfriend AU, because we can’t have enough of those

these pictures of you | skamz

Isak Valtersen’s family owns a business empire. When his father decides to release a memoir called A year in the life of the Valtersens, Even Bech Næsheim is the photographer who gets hired to follow them around for a year.

This is the story of how Isak and Even fell in love, during that year.

love and healing | evenbakkas

Isak is angry. He’s fucking pissed, and he’s suddenly seeing red, because his ex fucking took his heart and stomped on it until it was left in pieces, and he doesn’t get to do this to Isak after all the shit he’s pulled.

So, before the guy can answer, Isak smiles curtly and says, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Or: A Fake dating!AU where Isak goes grocery shopping and meets an attractive stranger in a jean jacket who ends up leaving as his fake boyfriend.

Knock Four Times | folerdetdufoler

Isak is a senior in college, studying at a university in America. He lives in an apartment on campus with three other guys and works part-time in the student center to help with his tuition. As much as he’s enjoyed the whole college experience, he’s ready to graduate and head back to Oslo, to his city, his family, and his boyfriend

.But then, during the first week of his last semester, he steps off the elevator onto his floor and sees a guy sitting in the empty hallway. Isak walks over to see if he needs help with something, and finds out three very important things: his name is Even, he just moved into the building but already got locked out, and he is fucking gorgeous.

let go when you give it | unsungyellowraincoat

Isak is a tired biology student who has no time for love, he barely manages to take care of himself. Until two small dogs and a tall handsome stranger change all of that.

Aka Isak and Even meet in a dog park.

What light through yonder window breaks? | obscurial

The one where Isak and Even have balconies directly across each other. (in other words, a neighbours!au.)

These Mountains To Move | verlore_poplap

Isak’s not even sixteen yet and his life’s already screwed. Apparently that Hollywood actor guy– Even Bech Næsheim– is his soulmate? Excuse him but…what the hell?!

I feel it when you look at me | photographer_of_thoughts

“Did you hear about the new guy?” Jonas asked, motioning over to the other side of the cafeteria.
Isak looked up and became rather breathless at the sight of the tall, blonde, and totally gorgeous boy wearing sunglasses.
Wait. Sunglasses? Inside?
“Must suck to be the new transfer and blind. I hope someone is helping him find all his classes.”

Or, Isak and Even learn to see each other.

a mental archive of love unwanted | chevythunder

“You’re in love with him,” Isak says. “And he doesn’t know.”He thinks about denying it, to shrug it off like he has so many times before, but in the end, he’s too tired to lie and the fact is, he doesn’t want to.“I’m in love with him,” Even says, slumping back into the sofa. “And he doesn’t know.”

Even moves into a new flat, gains new friends and tries not to have his heart broken. He nails the first two.

→  something more (re-reading) | milk_o_vich

Isak had always felt something more. And he knew Chris was probably doing it on purpose. He was teasing Isak – teasing him with the possibility that maybe, someday, they might be more than this, whatever this was. And Isak had fallen for it, hook line and sinker, because it had been one year and whilst Chris continued to fuck anyone he liked, Isak only ever had eyes for Chris.

(Isak/Chris but also Isak/Even)

magnusragnor  asked:



so it’s already canon that alec lightwood loves shakespeare (him saying ‘et tu, izzy?’ in season 1, a quote from julius cesar, as well as izzy saying when talking about distracting demons. “and demons don’t exactly like shakespeare, alec” as if alec actually attempted to distract a demon by reciting “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day?” which is HILARIOUS)

alec just loves reading???? the institute has a huge library and when he was younger he would go in there and just READ and he still does after training or after a meeting and he loves the classics like wilde and chekov and tolstoy and often quotes phrases from books or plays like every single day

especially with magnus???? always quoting romantic literature to his love like legit magnus will be on his balcony and will hear “but soft!!!! what yonder light through window breaks???? it is the east and magnus is the sun!!!!” and magnus looks down to see alec waving his arms and beaming at him and magnus cant stop laughing as alec climbs the fire escape dramatically, yelling romeo’s monologue the whole way up.

he also has a designated “book nook” at the institute where only approved members can enter and it has a bunch of pillows and fairy lights its super comfy and cozy and he’ll meet weekly with like magnus and aline and helen and they’ll discuss books and plays!!!!

and alec legit loses it when magnus says he’s met with or knew one of his favorite authors and he cries like actual tears while listening to magnus’ stories about them

I could go on forever about this omg

I am your Romeo-Peter Parker

Request @cantshakethenoiseinsidemybones while clichéd maybe you could do one where the reader and Peter are picked to a love scene in Romeo and Juliet and sparks begin to fly.

I really loved this request and got really into it once I started writing, I hope you like it.

English Class, one of my favourite classes, I waked into the room and immediately headed toward the back, which is were I would normally sit. Today we are continuing work on the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet, I loved Shakespeare however his work was somewhat cheesy. We had begun work on Act 3 and the teacher decide to assign us groups and give us a scene to interpret from Act 2. I was actually really excited as English was one of my strong suits.

“Alright Class, the groups go as follows, “she began rattling off a list of names and which scene they got, I only listened for mine “And finally, Y/N your with…Peter Parker on Act 2 Scene 2 , I expect your re-en&hellip; &rdquo; she trailed off into the background of my head, No, I thought Scene 2…Scene 2 you have got to be joking. We got the Balcony scene, most soppily romantic scene in the entire play. Peter looked just as embarrassed as he hesitantly turned around and smiled at me, whilst me and Peter were friends and I admittedly have a slight crush on him, this is just ridiculous.

“Hey Peter, wait!” I yelled down the corridor after the final bell rang. He slowed down as I caught up to him. “I was thinking we could practice the scene for English tonight”

“Oh of course, you could come to mine around 4ish and we could get to work” he said sheepishly, I had been to Peters house often to study, this should not be any different, Right.

I knocked on the door at around 4o'clock, and I was immediately greeted with an enthusiastic Aunt May “Y/N good to see you, how are you? "She did not even pause for an answer, "Peter is in his room waiting for you, he seems happy your his partner” she beamed at me one last time as I entered his room.

“Y/N your here” he said smiling at me, looking excited about my arrival.

I pulled out my play book and sat down on the bed beside him and we both leaned back against the wall as we clutched our play books. I flipped to Act 2 Scene 2 and he did the same.

“So since I am a girl I will nominate myself as Juliet, unless you feel to be more feminine out of us” I giggled at my own joke.

“Alright Juliet so that means I am your Romeo” he said smiling as we gazed into each others eyes.

“Um…Okay” I cleared my throat “Shall we start reading the scene ?Your first Romeo” I smiled.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound” He reads it aloud in a failing attempt at a manly voice, making me laugh “Juliet appears above in a window” returning to his own when he spoke the stage direction. I laughed again at his attempt at the manly voice, it made him smile.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” He says “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off !"As he read out the passage his voice changed to soft and sincere, he gazed into my eyes with his attempt at secret glances down to my lips. I had not noticed but we had slowly been edging toward one another, we were so close I felt his breath on my face.

He returned his eyes to the Play, scanning through the next passage. We once again locked eyes, slowly edging closer, he then said gently "It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.” Our lips were touching now and I felt his hand brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over my face,“Oh Juliet, we should not” he said smirking and as he finally allowed our lips to fall into a kiss.

“OOOOkay kids, I just wanted to check I am going to put on some pizzzzz….ahhhhh” Aunt May had come crushing into his room looking now very flustered as she quickly slammed the door shut after noticing me and Peter.

Imagine Dan and Phil coming to visit you and loudly reciting Shakespeare outside your house to get your attention.

Originally posted by tiny-wonderland

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East! And you are the sun!” a familiar voice calls loudly through your open window. You scrunch your eyebrows and get off your bed, peering out.

Standing outside your window are two very tall young men, who you know very well.

Dan is the one who’d spoken, both him and Phil dramatically holding their hands out towards you.

“Romeo, Romeo!” Phil starts.

Dan laughs. “Is that the only Shakespeare you know?” he snaps playfully.

You laugh along with them. “What are you two doing here?” you ask.

“We came to see you!” Phil exclaims.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Yuuri and Viktor as high school classmates (forget their age dif). Victor tries to confess through notes in class but the teacher caughs them and reads them aloud oops

A/N: [oops, this was originally planned to be a drabble but kind of got away from me. more under the cut. thanks for the prompt!]

Wordcount: 1,156

Victor had memorized Yuuri’s schedule down to the minutia. And he thought that was very impressive, given the rotating block schedule that their school functioned on.

Whenever he passed Yuuri in the hallway, which he tended to do because he had altered his routes to coincide with Yuuri’s, he would wait for Yuuri to pass him and then stand off to the side of the hallway and watch Yuuri get smaller and smaller until he disappeared.

Yuuri would always be laughing with Phichit about something, so he never noticed Victor’s being a creep every day. Fortunately.

“Ow!” Victor yelped, rubbing his arm.


He looked down to see Mila pulling back for another punch.

“You’re embarrassing us all,” she said with a frown even more severe than the last one. “You’re more embarrassing than Georgi. And that says a lot.”

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Bromeo and Dude-liet

A/N: Hello! so this is based off the prompt, QUICK I NEED A ROMEO AND I KNOW YOU KNOW THE LINES- oh you thought I was Juliet? Nah man I’m playing Benvolio, that dude is Juliet. Captain Swan with a good old helping of Captain Charming. Hope you like it! Please fave/review if you are so generous! Thanks!

Read at ff.net here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor am I William Shakespeare.



“Out of my way!”

In her haste, Emma Swan managed to bump into nearly every single person in the crowded hallway. She flew down the stairs, paying no mind to her hair which was falling out of the intricate braid that she had spent twenty minutes getting just right. Her mind was singularly focused and she could feel her time slipping away. Finally, she spotted her destination and ran into the men’s locker room. Her eyes roamed the room, skipping right over all the half-naked boys who were staring at her like a ghost. She spotted the mop of dark hair she was searching for and began to elbow her way through the crowd to get to him.

“Jones!” She shouted, gaining the attention of every other male who had not yet noticed her presence except the one person whose attention she needed most. She yelled his name again, directly into his ear this time, and wondered why he hadn’t heard her, or if he was simply ignoring her. “JONES!”

Thankfully, he turned around that time. The source of his temporary deafness was explained as he took headphones out of his ears. “Swan? What are you doing in here? This is the boy’s locker room!”

She just rolled her eyes and forcibly grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction of the doors. “If I see something I haven’t seen before I’ll throw a dollar at it,” she said. She was in no mood to waste any time. Already she was ridiculously late and could not spare a single second. They broke into the crowd of the hallway and Emma resumed her elbowing and running.

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Fascination and Functionality (or the one with Jace 'cockblock' Wayland)

It was only five in the afternoon as dictated by the gunmetal glow from the daytime clouds fading into evening sky that had darkened the living room until the glimpse he got through the crack in the door was just a shadowy mass.
Streetlights below had flickered laboriously to life one by reluctant one like artificial star pinpricks and Alec could almost foster some pity for those on patrol right now.
This was the type of weather that sunk deep and grey into your bones, and you were always surprised it wasn’t technically raining because damp held heavy in the air like leftover smoke. It was the type of night he was usually called out in as when the bleakness had dulled everyone else’s senses he was always primed enough to be trusted to spot if there was a demon down the alleyway or a vampire glancing down warily from a fourth-storey window.
Somehow he was never needed as much during the summer months.
Yet somehow he was spending this afternoon not just lounging about Magnus’s loft but on his bed. For the last half hour they’d barely spoken, preferring to reside in a zen hush over the covers that felt like water beneath Alec’s fingers with Magnus tucked under his arm and legs wedged over legs and the rhythmic exhaling of soft air on his collarbone and the circular smoothing of his thumb absently on Magnus’s shirt and it was strange and lovely and relaxing all at one once.
Alec didn’t really know if this was normal or not. Beds, in his mind, had a purpose which was sleep and once the allotted sleep was over it was to be vacated with immediate haste lest he was late. He wasn’t one to indulge in long mornings in like the ones Izzy and even Jace occasionally had a penchant for.
Kitchens were for quick meals, studies were for revising paperwork, bathrooms were for brisk showers after hunts. Yet round Magnus’s, as often happens, functions were whatever he desired them to be and more often than not things were more decoration than practicality as he’d realised when trying to figure out the properties of an old gilt grammar-phone to which Magnus had replied with more than a hint of amusement, “Oh that old thing? Well, it’s always a conversation piece if nothing else,” and had had to hold back a laugh at how the answer floored Alec.
Kitchens were now for long three am talks over camomile tea and a Bloody Mary or seraph blade washing if he’d just arrived from a fruitful hunt.
Bathrooms were for emergencies when Magnus didn’t want his couch stained with ichor and for biweekly hair dye experimentations.
Studies were less for studying and more for long slow sessions atonement style pressed up against bookcases and over the desk.
And bedrooms, well, Magnus never really seemed to sleep and sex was always cautiously on the agenda but as a general rule it was the home of hands carding through air, of arms thrown over waists, of kisses pressed into hair. He didn’t know quite how to encapsulate it like a form of meditation except he felt more than reflected.
A cold band of metal brushed against his forehead as Magnus traced a finger down Alec’s half closed eyes.
“Oh teach me, how I should forget to think.”
Alec hid a smile, reaching up to catch Magnus hand in his own and curl up into him, letting his eyes shut fully, “By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.”
Magnus threw his arm over his eyes and proclaimed in a mock shakespearian dramatic, “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Alexander is the sun!”
He bit his lip to try and stop the flush that rose up his cheeks but he was sure Magnus noticed it anyway, “That’s not the next line.”
“I didn’t know the next line. You trumped me with your Romeo knowledge.”
“When you’re too young to hunt there isn’t much to do around the institute.”
Magnus raised himself on one arm. The sky outside had burned to a navy blue which cast shadows that curved like tender fingers across his throat, under the sharp cut of his cheekbones and cobwebbed in his hair like a real life Chiaroscuro but all the more beautiful because it was Magnus and no one could hold a candle to Magnus.
“Are you telling me you memorised the entire of Romeo and Juliet because you were bored?”
Alec tried and failed to look enticing, “Is that sexy?”
Magnus snorted derisively and dropped back into the bed. “Alexander,” he spoke with a great deal of chargin in his voice, “You could read Dr Seuss and it would be sexy.”
“I-I don’t know what to say to that.”
Magnus rolled over so he was facing Alec nose to nose. The mere sudden proximity made Alec’s breath catch in an embarrassing way and Magnus’s gravelled murmur removed the chance of breathing altogether.
“I was implying that you’re sexy.”
“I-uh, I gathered that.” He gulped suddenly. It seemed the bedroom might fulfil one of its functions after all.
“Mmm,” Magnus’s nose travelled up across Alec’s cheekbone and his lips traced all the way back down across his neck like a butterfly leaving a trail of blotchy heat spots behind, “So you going to do anything about it?”
Alec didn’t really want to say the horrendously promiscuous things that had popped into his head so he closed his eyes for a second and decided to let his lips do the taking. Magnus didn’t seem to complain.

Maybe then seconds passed, maybe a minute-it could have been an entire month for all Alec was aware right now- but the wrought metal of the bed frame was brushing his back and a lapful of Magnus was plastered against him in all sorts of delicious ways and he leaned forward to bite his Adam’s apple and Magnus let out a sudden groan that sounded strangely like a door swinging open which was weird, it’s only five isn’t it, and-
“Hey-oh god, guys!”

anonymous asked:

My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?

Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.

The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.

Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.

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