#deny thy father and refuse thy name or if thou will not be but sworn my love and i'll no longer be a capulet ????????

[heich0e]

did you know that when juliet says "wherefore art thou romeo" she's not asking WHERE he is but WHY he is? she's looking up at the sky and being like WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WHO YOU ARE

[sparksinthenight]

Me: Look around. Why is this allowed??? Liberals: We don’t have to fundamentally change the system we can regulate our way out of this. Me: Little girl gone, got a gun from gangsta. Run, little girl, run little girl. Bang. Ha.

[antlerx-art]

Aziraphale and Crowley reminded Shakespeare of a certain couple

Aziraphale: O Crowley, Crowley! Wherefore art thou Crowley? Deny thy father and refuse thy name Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be an angel Crowley [aside]: Shall I hear more? or shall I speak at this? Aziraphale: ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thy self, though not a demon. O be some other name! What’s a demon? It’s nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, Not any part belonging to a being. What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Crowley would, were he not Crowley called, Retrain that dear kindness which he owes, without that title. Crowley, doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

[sweetestofchaos]

you can stay | l.fl x reader

Emotion's running high My hands planted on your thighs You feel me going up and down And round and round and round

❅ felix x reader

❅ prompt: “I’ve decided we’re not leaving this bed.” “Okay but, what if I get hungry?” “Well, I’d feed you, then take you back to bed with me. Does that sound alright?”

❅ wc: 1k (90 words over)

❅ warnings: fluff - smut - kissing - dirty talk - pet name (doll) - riding - needy/whiny Felix - unprotected sex - romeo & juliet reference

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It was late. A little after midnight when your phone chimed and lit up the darkness of your room. You had just turned off your laptop for the night and decided to head to bed but the chime was set for only one person. You couldn’t ignore a text from your loving boyfriend knowingly before bed. Rolling over to your side, you reached out and grabbed your phone from the nightstand beside you. As you lifted the phone, the screen lit up and you cursed as the brightness blinded you for a moment. Blinking a few times, you read the message.

Lix: U up?

You rolled your eyes and tapped the notification before you responded to his text, letting him know that you just got into bed.

Lix: Look out the window?

You raised an eyebrow at how quickly he texted you back. You were sure that Felix was out of town at an award show. Sighing, you glanced at the window in your room. You have a great view of the town you lived in and you could see rooftops all covered in snow. You shivered at the thought of the cold. You really didn’t want to get out of bed and you told Felix as much.

Lix: Please 🥺

Huffing you climbed out of bed and whined as your feet touched the plush carpet and not your house slippers. You must have left them over at your desk. Standing, you grabbed your phone and clutched it to your chest as you made your way over to the window. Peaking out, you saw nothing, just the vast whiteness of the snow and the large tree from your childhood that stood proud in the yard. You squinted and looked around, in the middle of your lawn, you saw something that wasn’t there before. A heart was carved into the snow and it made you smile for a second before you clicked your tongue. Pushing open the window, you hung halfway out as you scanned your yard.

“Ya! Get in the window, crazy!”

You looked right below your window and your eyes widened. Standing there in all his glory was your boyfriend, Felix. He looked like a prince with how he was dressed. A cream, white and gold outfit with a matching jacket thrown over his shoulders. His blond hair was parted down the middle and tucked behind his ears while his long bangs framed his face.

“O Felix, Felix! Wherefore art thou Felix?”

You heard his snickering from down below and giggled to yourself.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I’ll no longer be a commoner.”

“Oi!” Felix shouted as you stared down at him from above. “I am in love with such a commoner!” 

You watched unblinking as Felix started to scale the tree out front of your window. It was something he had done a million times before but you never saw him do it while dressed so nicely or in the snow. As he reached the tree branch that hung close to your window, Felix grinned as he sat on top of it.

“Fair maiden, are you gonna let me in or naur?” 

You backed away from the window and held your breath and Felix climbed into your room. The moment his shoes touched the floor, the snow started to melt and form a small puddle on the floor. Felix shook his head, water droplets from the snow flying everywhere. You screamed and Felix giggled before he took his shoes and jacket off. You quickly closed the window and turned to face Felix with your arms crossed over your chest. Now standing before you in his socks, Felix wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close; his eyelashes dark against his beautiful freckles. 

“Hey, love.”

Warmth sank into your heart as Felix rested his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes. You unfolded your arms and draped them over his shoulders, how could you ever be mad at this man? Felix grinned and brushed his nose lightly against yours before his lips captured yours in a tender kiss. Your hands found their way to his hair and Felix groaned as you pulled at his roots, taking steps backwards towards your bed. Layer after layer was peeled from Felix and your body. Your breath came out in pants, warm and hot as Felix’s fingers dug into your skin and held you close.

Felix let you push him onto the bed, his member flushed and hard against his stomach. He licked his lips and moaned as he watched you crawl onto the bed, your eyes darkened by the need to have him underneath you. Straddling his lap, you teased the head of his leaking cock, rolling your hips and letting it slide between your wet folds.

“Oi, don’t be a tease now doll.” 

You smirked at Felix’s words and fisted the base of his cock, holding him in place as you sunk down.

“Fuuuuck!” Felix’s moan vibrated underneath you and his hands started to rub up and down your thighs, gripping your ass and squeezing your hips. “Look so pretty riding me.” He hissed as your walls tightened around him and threw his head back into the pillows. So much of his neck was exposed and your mouth started to water. What a nice canvas to work with. Leaning forward, you nipped at Felix’s throat and he smacked your ass in warning. You knew better than to leave visible marks, but it still was fun to tease him.

“I’ve decided we’re not leaving this bed.” You whispered in his ear, taking the lob between your teeth lightly.

Felix shuttered and turned his head to look at you with wide eyes. His face was flushed, his chest heaving as he tried to understand your words. Giggling, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lip and started to bounce on his dick.

“O-Okay but, what if -” Felix whimpered as your nails sunk into the skin of his chest. “I-I get hungry?”

The question caught you off guard and you stopped moving. Felix blinked up at you with wet eyes and you cooed, stroking his face with the back of your hand.  “Well…” You tap your chin in mock thought. “I’d feed you, then take you back to bed with me. Does that sound alright?”

Felix nodded his head quickly and pulled you into a heated kiss, “Yes, doll. Sounds good. N-Now fuck yourself on my cock.”

[youngadultmatters]

romeo + juliet

o romeo, romeo, wherefore art thou romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and i'll no longer be a capulet.

these violent delights have violent ends,

and in their triumph die,

like fire and powder,

which as they kiss consume.

"but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and juliet is the sun."

- Romeo (act 2, scene 2)

"give me my romeo, and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."

- Juliet (act 3, scene 2)

[airini3]

HashiMada

Shakespeare, I can see you've taken notes buddy

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy

...

No need to add anything

Also the Naruto-Sasuke version!

[poolpvrty]

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Mary and James <3

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Maze: "O Ordo, Ordo! Wherefore art thou Ordo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a... a... uhhh..." Maze: Brain. Wtf.

Maze is daydreaming in the office. That space-tragedy he read last night really stuck in his head. Taglist: @ithillia @insertmeaningfulusername Do you perhaps want to witness my constantly evolving brainrot for these two dorks, Ordo x Maze? Leave a comment or dm me so I can tag you! ♡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[enbysiriusblack]

since it's theatre day and james' bday, have this little theatre au snippet:

"O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die!" James yelled, plunging the retractable knife into his stomach and falling to the ground with a gasp.

"I thought you were playing romeo?"

James sat up, turning to see Peter in a front seat of the empty theatre.

"Evans found out Mulciber was cast as Tybalt and wanted to switch so she could kill him", James stroked the skirt of his dress, "I should probably warn Flitwick to check she isn't using a real sword during that scene but... nah."

Peter grinned with a shrug, "He probably has it coming."

"Exactly my thoughts, Pete", James nodded, jumping off the stage.

The doors opened wide followed by a familiar voice, "This is your first rehearsal, Prongs, there's no need for costumes yet."

James glanced down at his long red dress he had borrowed, without asking, from Mary, "Who says this is a costume?"

The corner of Remus' mouth lifted as he shoved a script into James' hands.

Sirius stood by Remus, in a full Mercutio costume, surveying James' dress, "You should probably go for a different colour. If we use blood when you die then nobody will be able to see it."

"We're not using any fake blood, Mister Black", Flitwick huffed, strolling through the rows of chairs.

Sirius grinned, "Who said fake?"

Flitwick ignored him, instead turning to James, "Now, Mister Potter, I was very surprised to see you audition, but hopefully it means you'll be bringing in a more diverse range of people to be our audience?"

"You mean my teammates? Yeah, they'll probably come."

"Excellent", Flitwick clapped his hands, "I'm sure with you and Miss Evans as our stars, our play will get sold out in seconds, Hm?"

Flitwick moved along, signalling for Remus to follow him over to the lighting booth.

James stared after him, "Did Flitwick just admit he gave me the role to sell more tickets? Am I not a good actor?"

"At least he thinks your hot and popular," Peter snorted.

James whined, turning to Sirius, "I'm not a good actor."

Sirius patted his head with a bark of laughter, "Prove him wrong then."

James grinned back, immediately jumping up onto the stage just as the other crew and cast members filtered into the theatre.

Remus spotted James on the middle of the stage and turned on a spotlight where he stood.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" James declared, hand to his forehead like looking out to sea.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name", James sighed wistfully, "Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet."

Someone whistled from the small gathering watching him.

"‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man."

James gasped dramatically, "O be some other name", he yelled before falling to the floor.

He then lifted his head up slowly, as if pondering something, "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

James hummed in deep thought, tapping his fingers against his chin before climbing back up into a standing position and grinning proudly to himself, "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title."

Romeo", James nodded in pure elation at a discovery, "doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee..."

James nodded twice more, firmly, reaching a big decision, "take all myself."

Someone whistled again and in place of flowers, people started throwing their jumpers and jackets. Sirius threw a boot, which James managed to catch before it would hit him.

He took a bow to even more cheers, until Remus dimmed the lights.

James jumped back off the stage to praise from the other actors.

He spotted Flitwick who nodded at him, pleased, "You'll be a very good Juliet, Mister Potter."

"I know."

[amazingabby300]

Random Ohio head-cannons / thoughts

Jessica buys the book Fourth Wing and instantly fell in love. Then buys the second book Iron Flame.

Remy and Tommy cosplay Marvel and Star Wars on their channel. Tommy will do Peter Parker Spider-Man and Remy will dress up as Miles Morales Spider-Man. Drew will dress up as Harry Osborn. Mel will be Spider-Gwen. Jessica dresses up as Mary Jane. Caroline dresses up as Peni Parker. Meredith is Spider-Noir.

Tommy gets into NASCAR and Formula One (European Motorsports) and watches it every Sunday. Decks his room out in Motorsports stuff.

Caroline tries to get the whole Spectrum 7 club to go to the Renaissance Fair and all of them come in different costumes. Jessica would instantly go up to a both selling mini dragons that would rap around her hand. Meredith would fact check every building and if it was from the Renaissance period. Tommy and Jessica found the fake sword both and bought two and had a fake sword fight and Jessica wins. Tommy “fake dies” and Jessica carries him in her arms and will avenge his death. Remy gets face paint down of a butterfly on their face and buys stuff for their cosplay channel. Mel starts quoting Shakespeare stuff. Mel and Remy get an idea for Drew and Meredith to reenact Romeo and Juliet. They get Caroline in there plan as well and she imagines Meredith on Juliet’s balcony and Drew is down below.

Drew - It is my lady, O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

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.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Meredith - Me!

Drew - She speaks.

O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,

As is a wingèd messenger of heaven

Unto the white upturnèd wond'ring eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Meredith - O Drew, Drew! Wherefore art thou Drew?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

[dearbraus]

deny thy father and refuse thy name or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and i’ll no longer be a capulet.

ི᭨ᩧྀ fawn . twenties . they/them . 18+ mdni

what’s montague? it is nor hand nor foot nor arm nor face nor any other part belonging to a man. o be some other name.

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what’s in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;

୨୧ latest; good luck, babe !

full moonshine; half eclipse

so romeo would, were he not romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. romeo, doff thy name,and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

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[photoblogdujour]

Anemone: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Antigone: I don't know who or what this Romeo kook is, but I'm looking for my sister Ismene. Is she there? Are you sure you're reading the right lines?

[idk6123]

A Little Practice (Trent Northwick X Male Reader)

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

As Y/N walks in the almost empty music classroom, he spots his boyfriend, Trent, practicing his acting. With much passion and drama, the blonde actor is giving out his best Juliet impression.

“Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.” Trent ahem his voice as he switches character. “Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”

“Thou art a arsehole, thy beloved.” Y/N says with a angelic voice, making Trent look back at him with a smirk.

“You were always the best at improv.”

“Still am.” Y/N walks over to Trent to give him a peck on the lips. “Practicing again?”

“Yes. The play is next week. I got a commercial to shoot this Saturday. Audition about two weeks. I’m thriving!” Trent proudly smiles, until he drops his façade. “But I’m also stressing the fuck out.”

“Figured. Thought you may need me.” Y/N reassuringly smiles. “We can hang out or I can help you practice.”

“Second one.” Trent walks over to a table to put down the Romeo and Juliet script down, grabbing another one in return. He walks back to give Y/N one of the script. “It’s the commercial. You’re person 2.”

Y/N hums and looks at the script. “America, a land of opportunity, dreams, and pride. When we got to the US, I expected everything to go perfect.” Y/N slows down his voice by the following lines, being extremely confused. “Turns out illegally crossing the border brings problems. My wife is going to be a whore if we don’t enough money.”

“No need to worry!” Trent says with a chivalrous voice, not bothered by the unusual script. “We at Blackshark reassures anyone to live a happy life with their family. No matter the background, we like to give anyone the opportunity to blossom. Don’t worry about paying your loans. Spend it to whatever you desire, and we promise you, at the end of the day, you will prosper.”

“Wow! Now I don’t have to sell my organs. Thanks Blackshark.”

Y/N looks up to see Trent smirking proudly. “I nailed it. You on the other hand.”

“The fuck is this script?” Y/N merely blurts out. “And your commercial is about loan sharks?”

“It sure is.”

Y/N wonders that his boyfriend know the possible consequences. “Isn’t this bad for your brand? Being revolved with scammers?”

“Look, if Paris Hilton is allowed to get in drama without issue, so am I.”

-

Minutes later, and Trent decides he had practice enough with his scripts. After convincing Y/N to do something else, they change into more flexible clothes.

“You know everyone is going to bully you if they discover you can do ballet.”

“Ballet is the core of dancing. It comes back in many other genres. Also, it’s good for the body. So if anyone is going to harass me, I remember their name and call them out once I’m rich and famous.” Trent says without a doubt.

“Don’t you mean we?”

“Depends. I don’t want to associate with lower class people.” Trent respond without remorse. He and his boyfriend begin sitting on the ground and do some stretching. “I suggest working on that football dream, buddy.”

“It’s not my fault Ted keeps hogging the quarterback spot.” Y/N groans. “I hope after all the bootlicking he gives the spot after he graduate.”

“You need to do better. Have you tried sleeping with him?”

Y/N deadpanned at his boyfriend. “You want me to cheat on a straight guy?”

“If it makes you famous like I’m going to be.” Trent merely replies. “Besides, I’m sure he swings both ways.”

“According to who?”

“My gaydar.”

Y/N sighs. “I think yours broken.”

“Na-ah. 100% accurate. You, gay. Gord, Kirby, Cornelius, Vance, definitely bi. Troy, gay. Ted, bi as fuck, he just doesn’t know it.”

“Look, just because you’re right the previous ones doesn’t mean you’re always right.” Y/N corrects him. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to do ballet?”

“Oh, yeah.” Trent forgot. He and Y/N stands up. “Let’s begin with some poses, relevé.”

“Rele-what?”

“Relevé.” With elegance, Trent jumps up a bit and with his tips of his toes, stands on the ground. With his hands, he lifts them up and make a circle out of them. “Voilá.”

Y/N is amazed by the sight, especially the ridiculous strength his toes has to balance him. “Since when do you know all this shit?”

“Since I was young. Practice makes perfect.” Trent comments. He stops posing and expectedly looks back at his boyfriend. “Now you.”

“You expect me to stand on my toes?” Y/N barely have any experience with ballet. The only experience he has is when Trent tries to flex his skills and try to compare his with his boyfriend.

“I help, since apparently you can’t do it on your own.” Trent playfully mutters the last part. He gets behind Y/N to put his hands besides his body. “You pose, I balance you.”

Y/N can’t help but smirk. “Fine.”

Thus, he put his arms up and stand on his toes, which took a couple of seconds. Luckily, after trying a couple of times and with the help of the actor, Y/N is standing in the pose. Though he gives up after almost 3 seconds.

“There. That was annoying.” Y/N chuckles.

“Good, for your first time.” Trent unnecessary comments. “Now we have 25 left to go.”

“By the love of-”

-

After a lot of practice, Y/N somehow did most of the poses Trent requested. They already practiced Trent’s scripts and ballet training, Y/N wonders what’s up next.

“Please tell me we actually do something normal.”

“You’re saying this isn’t normal?” Trent questions, but he quickly dismisses the jock’s comment. “Anyway, let’s do the last exercise.”

“And that is?”

“Improv.” Trent says with a smirk. “Since you’re good at it, have fun thinking about your first line.”

“Uh!?” Y/N quickly panics as he thinks for something to say. “Nice weather, huh?”

Trent raises his eyebrow, judging his boyfriend. “That’s what you came up with?”

“Shut it. You’re breaking character.”

Trent chuckles. “No, it’s raining you dumbass. Can’t you see through the window.”

“Oh no, what an idiot I am. Sorry, must have the moron decease I got from my boyfriend.”

“Sounds like you’re the only one suffering from it though.”

“Nah. I’m certain he got it too.” Y/N decides to play alone just to shove it on Trent’s face. “He makes me do all these dumb acting exercises instead of taking me out on a date or something actually normal people do.”

“Huh. Sounds more like you don’t care about your boyfriend’s passions and dreams.” Trent plays along as well, with both men smiling.

“Yeah, you can say that again. I really don’t care.”

Trent laughs at the respond. “Alright, alright. That’s enough. You did good.”

“Thanks. I was only kidding about the insults. I actually like you’re over confident attitude.”

“I know you do.” Trent proves the footballer right. “So, now that we’re done and I’m entertained, you want to go out?”

[princesssszzzz]

RHAEMOND~ Aemond x Rhaena

Capulets vs Montagues~Greens vs Blacks

~

“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”

[spade-riddles]

Dear @🎃

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

I do love a good classic, don’t you? Now that I have your attention, it’s me. Hi. If it’s alright with you, I just may like to have a conversation.

Everyone has been looking for you, you know? They’ve been pondering over your messages since the first one you sent. It’s strange really, because it feels like that happened both just yesterday and a very long time ago. I’ve pondered over them too, read them over and over to try and make sense of everything. I know, I know, they’re supposed to be perfectly clear to the recipient. I admire your faith in me I really do, and perhaps you’re right. Maybe they have always been perfectly clear to me, but I’ve just been unable to realize it. Okay, fine, maybe I’ve just been stubborn.

Anyways I’ve been wondering where you ran off to as well. I’ve considered writing back countless times, but I have no clue if you’ll even see it. And what do I even say? If this somehow does make its way into the universe, my best friend made a convincing argument for why I should send you a message in a bottle of my own.

I won’t ask you any questions because I am aware I won’t get a response at least not directly. But perhaps you will come back to tell another story and I’ll discover hidden answers to questions I didn’t even know I had. Or, maybe you won’t see this because you’re no longer around, though I have a feeling you’re always here, just observing. And maybe you’ll see this but I won’t hear from you. Maybe I’m only supposed to hear from you once everything has fallen into place.

I’m rambling now, I always do that. So before this gets too all over the place I’ll say this. Your messages were received and understood to the best of my ability. I hope you know I have faith in you, I always have and I always will. Not all heroes wear capes, you know? Some heroes are defined as human hearts that will do anything for the human hearts they care about.

Well, I think I’ll take off now. I believe I have to work on something called patience. You know where to find me if you’re ever looking. I’ll always be here, right where you left me.

Your move.

👻

[izumi-uchiha-anon]

Queen Izumi~ 💜💜💜💜💜 if only thine humble servant was as fibe as thine radiance

[Please excuse my bad Shakesperean English]

Where for art thou, anonymous?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be an Uchiha.💜

(Do it again. Hahahaha whoever you are, I LOVE you for doing this😂💜)