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There are two headcanons I really like: aromantic Mercutio and queerplatonic Bencutio. A while ago, I've written a fanfic, exploring these two things. It's "Occhio non vede, cuore non sente" on ao3. And now I've made an illustration to one of the scenes.

The original text is written in Belarusian, and I'm not sure whether I will be able to translate it in English fully one day. But I've tried to translate this particular scene. I hope you'll enjoy it.

"Your beloved person must be really dumb if they didn't see something so obvious for so long," said Mercutio raggedly, holding a cigarette between his lips and trying to cope with the lighter. The hands were shaking a bit. The finger slipped off the wheel, and the necessary spark didn't appear.

"He is much smarter than he wants to seem sometimes," objected Benvolio, watching his futile attempts with detachment. "He just sincerely doesn't understand some things."

He suddenly leaned forward and took the lighter from Mercutio. For a moment, the warm fingers touched the cold hands, and it was as if he had been electrocuted. A completely calm move, then a click, and the desired flame appeared. Mercutio hovered for a moment but then leaned down a little lower to light his cigarette.

"I don't ask for anything." Benvolio's calm voice came from somewhere above his head. "I'm completely fine with friendship, and I don't want my words to influence it somehow. I just thought it would be fair to finally say everything to you. Sorry if it's not on time.

Mercutio looked up at him. Just a moment before he pulled away and the flame above the lighter dissappeared, he saw it reflected in bright eyes. For some reason, this suddenly made his heart feel calmer. Beautiful...

"Thanks," Mercutio said reservedly and took the lighter, hiding it in the pocket. He did not specify whether he was thanking him for the help or the sincerity. But he hoped that Benvolio would understand: for both.

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It’s kinda weird how much Romeo is into Capulets at first until you realize that this obsession is probably fueled by a desire to make peace with both families and then you feel bad for him😭

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YESSSSSS and the fact that they didn’t realize just how damaging their actions were until the end speaks volumes to how future generations can leave damaging effects on the newer generations down the line

I feel like this isn't discussed enough but the four of the five people who died in Romeo and Juliet were teens and victims of the Capulet and Montague feud. Shakespeare basically almost killed off an entire Verona generation.

Mercutio: He's the first to die and he's not even from either house, he's actually related to the prince. Mercutio's death is where comedy turns to tragedy, and he dies cursing the two houses who let their feud not only destroy each other but Verona too.

Tybalt: He's the example of letting the feud consume you and letting it dictate your every action. He was so consumed by the curse of the feud that he hunted down Romeo for just showing up to a Capulet party. Rember, he had no idea that Romeo secretly married Juliet, and per Lord Capulet Romeo actually had a good reputation around town. That's how lost Tybalt was.

Romeo and Juliet: Our lead couple who tried to bridge their houses through love after several generations of hatred. They didn't want anything to do with the feud, they were just sadly born into it. Which is demonstrated by Romeo's and Tybalt's fight, Romeo never wanted to fight but that didn't mean he couldn't. In the end the couple succeeded stopping the feud but at the cost of their own lives.

It's sad that all of these authority figures, the Capulets, the Montegues, and the Prince (yes, he's included), failed so badly they lost a generation. By the end of the play the only two left of their generation that we know of is Rosaline Capulet, and Benvolio Montague.

Maybe they were left to cross the bridge their cousins built.

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Update: the lights are flickering

Volunteering at a library rn and they have those automatic sliding doors that sometimes moves on its own and every time it does that I scream whisper “Ghost door!!” In my head

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Islam is 27 years old and he is a physical therapist. His 85-year-old grandfather lost his arm in a bombing and suffers from severe injuries! Also his mother has just been diagnosed with cancer!

Donations have been very low — sometimes he receives as little as €5 in an entire week. Islam and his family urgently need your support during this time of genocide. Every bit of help means the world to them.

€7,429 raised of €30K target and they've been fundraising since July!

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"Help sooad Family Survive & Rebuild in Gaza"

Vetted by gaza-vetters number in the list ✅365✅

Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔

After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.

Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.

Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs

Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children

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Your support means the world to me and my family.

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All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life

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My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

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This is an urgent call from Gaza 💔🙏🙏‼️‼️

Today of Jun and the starvation is increasing day by day 💔💔💔😢😢😢😢

Please read this till the end 💔🙏🙏🙏

I am Khaled Aldahdouh and I need your help to get a bag of flour for my family to feed them some bread and to know more about us, there is nothing to eat but bread so please do your best to give me some money to buy a bag of flour for these children and family💔💔💔💔

My family always asks me, "When will we eat like other children💔💔💔😢 and people?" And there is no answer to this question.‼️

One bag of it costs 1300$ please help me to have this money each two weeks so in one month I need 2600$

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Uh, so I wrote some more!! Someone suggested that I do something between Benvolio and Mercutio so erm (this is starting to be like really fun so let me know if you wanna see more)

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Last night was like a dream.

Romeo could only remember a few things every time they met. The feeling of her skin, her delicate fangs in his neck, the feeling of his warm blood dribbling down to his collarbone, and her scent. She smelled of roses. His eyes opened to this smell; Romeo slowly sat up, feeling pain in his neck , his fingers delicately brushing along the two puncture wounds made by her fangs, his heart racing at the sensation. But as much as he wanted to indulge in this moment, the rising sun wouldn’t allow it. Romeo reluctantly picked himself from his bed, changing into his usual attire of a collared shirt and black pants, occasionally glancing at the tie and coat that were hanging off his chair. He dreaded wearing those two. Romeo looked at himself in the mirror while he did his tie, the tie held a stranglehold over his neck making it hard to breathe, and with each button he did on his coat, his body felt heavier and heavier.

As His boots made loud, exhaustive, familiar steps down the stairs, The scent of roses faded away as if the petals themselves slipped past his fingers and replacing the was the smell of garlic and the sound of a sizzling pan. He could hear banter slowly fill his ears as he made his way through the darkened hallway.

(“I think putting the birdfeeder was a good idea.”

“I did not.”

“You did, don’t lie! It’s in your room.”

“It’s hanging over my window.”

“So you admit it?”)

warm sunlight emitted from the kitchen as his eyes were greeted with the familiar sight of Mercutio and Benvolio. The two were already in uniform, with Benvolio working over the stove, his face turned away from the other two. Mercutio looked gorgeous even early in the morning, his long eyelashes fluttering as his gaze met Romeo’s. “Oh” Mercutio smiled, “good morning, Montague.” Benvolio didn’t say anything as Romeo shyly pulled up a chair to sit; his head hanging low in exhaustion.

“Where were we again?” Mercutio turned to Benvolio, “we were talking about birds” Benvolio replied.

“The bird feeder I think” Mercutio said, suddenly his gaze turned to the window, the sight of a dove flying sparking both Romeo and Mercutio’s interest. “Birds are strange…” Mercutio turned to Romeo, Romeo lifted his head, “why do you say that?”

“Take the Kiwi Bird for instance” Mercutio answered, pressing a finger to his lips. The two paused as quiet tapping overtook the room, their gazes landing on Benvolio who was making eggs. After a moment of awkward silence, Mercutio continued, “they’re so fragile, and yet it’s like their bodies are built to betray them, they’re forced to carry eggs twice their size”

Tap.

“And once that finishes, they’re left vulnerable and alone with immense responsibilities, like their family had only birthed them just so they can fill a purpose, a role.”

Tap.

“It’s tragic. The eggshell is often too tough for a chick to break, so they often die in the egg surrounded by painful comfort-“

Crack.

The two paused, glancing back at Benvolio who looked back at them, a broken eggshell in his hand. After a few minutes, Benvolio walked over to the table, placing a plate of eggs and garlic rice near Romeo and handing Mercutio a cup of coffee before pulling up a chair. The air was calm but tense, quiet but not peaceful. Steady, like the soft rumblings of the earth before an earthquake. This was a well lived experience for all three, who had gotten used to this feeling by now.

Benvolio broke the silence, his voice almost a husky whisper. “A vampire was found floating in the city’s river bank, clinging to a floating corpse. The city’s requested us to exterminate it.”

“A beautiful river tainted by blood…” Mercutio replied, “poetic isn’t it?”

Benvolio nodded silently. “Say,” Mercutio’s eyes suddenly lit up, “let’s have a day off soon, it’s getting too hot for us to be wearing these things.” He said, tugging at his Trenchcoat. “I can't,” Benvolio checked his wrist watch, “The morgue is liking with bodies”

“Benvolio Montague, always surrounded by death” Mercutio teased, his fingers making his way to Benvolio's face, flicking a part of hair that was always threatening to cover his eyes, “If you keep surrounding yourself with such misery, you’ll turn into a statue~” — Benvolio brushed mercutio’s hand away from his face, his mouth forming into a rare smirk. “We also have night duty again.” He said. “Mercutio leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in annoyance as he let out a sigh, “for the summer season you’d think we’d have more time on our hands. I hope you know that once we’re done with this task, me and Romeo are heading out.”

Romeo lifted his head in surprise, his voice quietly forming into a soft, “huh?”

“You can join us too if you want.” Mercutio smiled, you could see a spark in his eyes at the idea. Benvolio’s face was stone cold however, unwavering. Romeo’s stomach growled but he didn’t take the food. His eyes were weary and exhausted but he didn’t want to sleep. Wherever he wanted to be it wasn’t here. Or maybe it was? The cold but comforting feeling of disconnection, from being with your loved ones but none having the urge to speak. Maybe Romeo loved the coldness deep down. Coldness… the more he thought about it, the more he began to shy away from this coldness. And the more he thought, the more his dreary mind wandered, to her hands… to her eyes… and the rose scent paired with her cold delicate fingers….

“Montague, are you alright?” Mercutio suddenly asked. Romeo shot up, his face burning from the mix of emotions that just came over him. He tugged at his collar nervously, “yes of course” he answered swiftly, his words coming out in tired mumbles. “You look feverish.” Benvolio said. Mercutio reached his hand out towards him, wanting to feel his temperature, but a sense of unease crept along Romeo’s back at the thought of Mercutio getting anywhere near his neck. “I’m fine” Romeo swatted Mercutio’s hand away, both Mercutio and Benvolio tensed up. “I promise I’m fine.” Romeo repeated, his voice cold and limp like the very bodies their family dealt with. Suddenly the ticking of the clock became more apparent to the three of them, and Benvolio looked at his watch.

With ice in his voice, he simply said, “it’s time. Let’s go.”

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There is a big difference between saying:

We have returned to zero, and that we have returned to nothingness. And now we have returned to nothingness, unfortunately, it is unbelievable what we are experiencing of great loss that no human being can bear!💔🍉

I hope my message reaches every person who understands and feels the meaning of humanity.❤️🍉 In short, I am very tired of what has happened to us and I cry when I remember anything in every word I write.😓💔 Please, my friend, be a human being and feel with us. Donate anything to buy and pay for the basic needs only. I do not want much from you, but really, any donation is an appreciation for us. Your donation will make a difference and I feel that there is hope in this world to stand with us. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports us in these stifling and harsh circumstances. May God bless you and give you goodness, health and wellness.🌹🍉

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I am Kareman Dohan، From besieged Gaza

I record this message in the 21st century, specifically in the year 2025, fully aware and in sound mind. I hereby testify, confess, and declare that a criminal entity—ruled by violent gangs—has revived the horrors of Nazism, and has even surpassed them. For over 600 days, it has committed one of the greatest atrocities of our modern age, in a place called Gaza. They murdered our children before our men, our women before our youth. They destroyed homes, displaced families, and starved the innocent. And this brutal campaign has not stopped—not even as I speak these words. The world today counts more than 8.2 billion people, Yet not a single force has been able to stop the bloodshed, or protect the defenseless.

I call upon every free soul, every conscience still alive, Spread this message far and wide.

Speak up. Act.

Support my people. Support my family.

Let your silence not be another weapon used against us.

Silence is complicity.

Solidarity is a duty.

Donate to my family and my little boy, donation links below the post or by clicking here

Short video of 600 days of war

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A drawing of Valentine from @glascoo 's Romeo and Juliet circus AU because I love the idea of him as a mime!! Hope I did your guy justice, I tried my best :D

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Hello

A Young Man from Gaza Dreams of Life – Help Me Surviver ....

My name is Jamal Hossam Al-Dahdouh, an 18-year-old young man from the Gaza Strip. I was born and raised under siege, and I have lived all my years amidst wars, bombings, and fear. But this last war destroyed everything in my life.

My family consists of six members: my mother (Maisa, 38 years old), my father (Hossam, 49 years old), and my siblings: Mohamed (15 years old), Amir (10 years old), Layan (13 years old), and Zeina (4 years old).

In a single moment, my life turned from that of a young man dreaming of a bright future into that of a refugee in my own homeland — without shelter, without safety, and without the basic necessities of life. My home was destroyed, my family was scattered, and all I have left is hope — but hope alone is not enough to survive.

Our home was completely destroyed as a result of an Israeli airstrike. It turned into a pile of rubble, and we were forced to flee more than seven times. We are now living in a small tent, under the constant sounds of bombing and destruction.

I used to love studying very much and worked hard to continue my education, but all those efforts failed due to the bombing and destruction of schools and the repeated displacement we endured.

I now live me and my family under extremely harsh humanitarian conditions: there is not enough food, no clean water, and no electricity. The sound of planes never leaves the sky, and fear never leaves my our hearts. Each day is a new struggle for survival, and every night I wonder if we would have lived to see next day.

My family and I have caught the flu because of the poor living conditions, the spread of viruses, and the extreme cold. We are unable to get treatment due to the high cost of medicine and the closure of the border crossings.

We are in desperate need of donations so that we can travel to a safe and more stable country. The cost of travel for me and my family is around $20,000 USD, which is a huge amount we cannot afford or obtain.

I am not asking for much — I only want a chance to live, a chance to continue my education, to get medical treatment, and to protect the remaining members of my family. That is why I appeal to kind-hearted people to extend a helping hand. Your donation, no matter how small, could be the reason save our lifes.

Help me live… Help me and my family dream again... Help travel to a safer and more stable country.

Jamal-Al dahdouh...

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My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉

Please donate

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Wow wasn’t that sweet? Anyway here’s angst angst angst angst-

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Tybalt stumbled backward, violently hitting the ground as his sword landed right next to his side. Mercutio looked at the man in front of him, his sword pointed at tybalt’s neck. The seething rage quickly dissipated from his gaze as that feeling quickly turned to merciful sympathy.

“It’s over.” He said.

Tybalt spat on the ground in defiance, his body still hurt from the fall. His fingers nimbly ran across the handle of his blade with trembling hesitant fingers. He scoffed, “there’s nothing left for me. She’s all I have. I thought it’d be so easy to drown her in misery the way I’ve been my entire life, but honestly.” Aiming his sword at Mercutio’s heart, he made a cruel smirk as his finger made its way to the trigger.

“I’m getting tired of both of us being here.” He said.

a loud gunshot rang out throughout the colosseum.

Mercutio collapsed, a hole now in his heart, his makeup smeared from the rain, and his body rang out with pain and shock. Tybalt stumbled over to the man, his breath shaky as he stood over his now dying body. For some reason, instead of victory, Tybalt’s heart wrung with regret and grief. “Don’t play with your life like you did. In the end, you can never escape from who you need to be.” Tybalt said defeatedly.

Mercutio let out a pained laugh at that statement, spitting blood into Tybalt's face before shooting him a look of defiance. “I’m sorry, my friend”, those words penetrated Tybalt’s soul. “I’m sorry that the world was cruel to you. To all of you.” Mercutio struggled to say through pained breaths. A single tear fell from Tybalt’s face as he held his sword with two hands, a remorseful scream, and then-

After that it was quiet. The colosseum filled with deathly silence.