some highlights from my studentsâ romeo and juliet modern interpretation projects:
- someone made a username for friar laurence with 420 at the end
- the same kid who put 69 in romeoâs username like i wouldnât know what either of those things mean
- the girl who added âcleanâ at the end of all the songs on her juliet playlist like lmao girl i know spotify doesnât have the clean version
- the kid who said romeo and juliet killed each other
- the weird dichotomy of kids who put love story on their playlist vs the kids who choose bad blood
- the kid who wrote âget a roomâ as tybaltâs comment on romeoâs couple pic
- the kid who said âromeo is probably one of those douches who follows a ton of people so they follow him back and then he unfollows all of themâ
- the one who legitimately used the word âalrightyâ do kids say this in their text messages???? i thought i was the one talking like an elderly person but okay
- the one who made romeoâs username âmontagooseâ
- the only kid who acknowledged that posting about your secret relationship on instagram was a bad idea
- the girl who wrote that romeo would unironically say â#blessedâ. sheâs right.
- the one single solitary girl who wrote mercutio as gay as shakespeare did (sheâs also the only one who used mercutio at all which is a tragedy but whatever)
- the one who wrote romeoâs insta bio as âthus with a kiss i die⊠LOL RIP ME đđâ
- the one who made benvolioâs username benvoliYO
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Yeah, hi, headcanon that Lisa is 100% an olympic level figure skater and Len has tried a bajillion times but he just can't learn how to ice skate
Lisa Snart, Golden Glider, Bronze-winning figure skater (Winter Olympics, 1992), is doubled over with laughter. And still perfectly balanced on one foot.Â
Her brother is dragging himself along the wall at the side of the rink. Heâs just picked himself up from the ice, which took four attempts, after making the mistake of letting go.
âEvery time,â she chokes out.Â
âIâm glad you think this is funny, sis,â he yells over to her. And, aww, heâs doing his dangerous face, like he thinks heâs making a dramatic impression on anyone.Â
Oh, sure - Lenny likes to think heâs the badass of the Snart family, but sheâs been watching him wobbling against skating rink walls since he was 15.Â
(Also, Lennyâs not the Snart who knows what you can do to someone with an ice skate. Not every day, of course. Just when you need to.)
âItâs fine,â he sulks. âIâm in my element.â He grins, clearly expecting a reaction for that one. She does a Salchow jump to spite him, spinning in the air and sticking her tongue out at him. She lands flawlessly, then half-collapses in giggles once more, watching as he again attempts to let go. It doesnât go so well for him.Â
Yeah, the big bad Rogueâs not fooling her. Or the eight-year-olds in hockey gear who snerk at him as they sail past, waving.
A bit later, over hot dogs in the ice rink cafe, she asks, âWhy do you still come?â Theyâre looking down over Centralâs skating public. Itâs quiet down there on this Thursday afternoon, but she can see an older couple who must be retired figure skaters, and a family whose small children are gliding over the ice with significantly more skill than her doofus brother.
He tilts his head at her, half-smiling. âNever gonna get any better if I donât practice.â
She laughs, bumping his shoulder with her own. âLenny. Youâre 42. I hate to break it to you, but youâre not going to the Olympics this lifetime. Or even staying upright for more than a minute. Give it up.âÂ
Her brother shrugs. âYou started asking if I want to join you. Iâm not gonna not,â he murmurs, and ducks his head, apparently finding his beer very interesting all of a sudden.
Sheâs hit by a memory, from nowhere. 1992. All year, sheâd trained like her life depended on it. (Sometimes, on her rarer dark days when she lets herself remember, she thinks maybe it did.) But it didnât matter how hard she worked - she knew she wasnât really going to Albertville.Â
Then one day Lenny appeared with the money she needed, and she didnât ask where it came from.Â
Sheâd gone alone, her first time out of the country, crossing France on a bus full of mean rich kids whose parents and girlfriends and boyfriends would all be waving banners and flags when they got onto the ice. She was just happy her dad was in prison and couldnât stop her from going. And Lenny - well, he was a wanted man by then. It was okay.
As they lowered the medal over her pounding heart and she reached for it with shaking hands, she finally looked up. There he was, out in the crowd, beaming at her with the kind of pride she didnât know anyone could feel for her.
She knew better than ever to talk about it. But⊠There he was.
She blinks, and slurps up chocolate froth, grinning at him over the straw of her milkshake. âAll the same. Next time, just sit in the seats, okay? You can have a beer and pretend youâre actually enjoying yourself.â
âI canât believe youâre giving up on me,â he drawls, his eyes sparkling.
On AO3 here, edited to fix all the dates and ages I screwed up in the disaster aboveâŠ!
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