“I would eat his heart in the marketplace” is legit the most savage line I have ever heard, I’d like to personally thank Shakespeare for putting into words that feeling of rage and protectiveness women get when some fuckboy hurts another woman
Okay first off, I will always reblog this post, but secondly, I went to Shakespeare in the Park tonight to see this and all the women cheered *so loudly* when Beatrice said this line, and the guy in front of me looked around all shocked and a little scared and said “… oh wow” and it was ICONIQUE
gotta get a quality print of this line hanging in my office ASAP
“Is he not approved in the height a villain, that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands; and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour, –O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.”
–4.1, Much Ado about NothingI LOVE THIS SCENE!!!!!
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I feel like Lughnasadh gets overlooked a lot in favor of the more flashy harvest festivals *coughsamhaincough*, but I like those brown summer months when the cicadas drone on, the heat swelters, and you kick up dust as you walk around outside foraging for plants. The world is turning gold and at night, gold pinpricks of fireflies blink in the warm darkness. A gentle breeze reminds you that autumn is on the way.
God I love late summer.
Diamonds fall from the same mouths as toads. Do not think yourself better for your baubles.
Can someone please press the fastforward button on my life for the next two and a half weeks? I am so ready to go home and not live out of a suitcase it isnt funny
elon musk’s months-long very public breakdown reached a fresh peak today when he accused one of the divers in Thailand of being a pedophile in response to criticism of his metal death-tube
the greek democracies used to have this mechanism called ‘ostracism’ where everyone would just get real fed up with one particular rich asshole’s shit, someone would call for an ostracism, and everyone would get together and write the dude’s name on a pottery shard, toss it into a container and then have it be tallied up later to determine a yay-or-nay
there didn’t have to be a specific charge, no crime needed to be committed, you just had be such a tremendously unbearable shithead that everyone in the city decided to just officially exile you for ten years and send you packing
we should seriously consider bringing this back it would solve a lot of problems
concept: it’s autumn and it’s raining outside. i’m in bed watching a film with a candle burning, my fairy lights on and a cup of tea.
That unstoppable girl that you’re envisioning, you’re her. She’s you. Go be her!
Hot Take: Satan’s actual aim in “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” was to trick Johnny into committing the mortal sin of pride. Since he succeeded, the Devil gets his soul anyway. But enjoy your functionally useless golden fiddle for the next few decades, I guess.
Even hotter take: Johnny seems like the kind of cool and fun person who was going to go to hell for enjoying life to the fullest anyway, so all the Devil really achieved was a truly impressive self-own in the form of an immortal folk song commemorating Johnny absolutely destroying him in a fiddle duel, despite the fact that the Devil cheated by summoning an entire band of demons to back him up.
#hottest take: the devil was just trying to flirt with johnny
That went down in a hurry
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