#even Juliet

[thespiritssaidso]

The fangirl part of me is fully convinced that Lassiter has had a crush on Shawn since season one and doesn’t know how deal with it healthily. The angsty part of me, however, often likes to add that Shawn probably does not reciprocate Lassiter’s feelings for him.

[professor-pants]

Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

[aq2003]

david tennant + shakespeare

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

Psych is such a great show because practically every character is the absolute Silliest of Billies and this fact only becomes clearer the further you watch into the show.

[malice-kingdom]

There’s this little moment at the end of « An evening with Mr Yang », where Shawn lock eyes with Gus in the car and slightly nod as an acknowledgment of Gus being there for him during all the wild shit that just happened.

This incredibly small and subtle moment always gets to me 🥺

[dirtytransmasc]

Davos going to patrol the border like he does every night, only for him to find his enemy wounded in the grass, leaning against the stack of border stones they regularly argued over.

Blackwood crimson spilling through his golden Bracken tunic, coating his fingers, slipping from his lips.

Aeron's eyes would meet his hazily, caught somewhere between fear and acceptance. "C'm h're t'finish the-" he'll pause so he can cough blood all over his tunic, " -job?" he finish, looking through his lashes.

Davos will realize his kin drew blood, in the dead of night. They drew Bracken blood. No.

No they drew His blood. Aeron's blood. His beloved's blood.

And had been too cowardly to finish the job. They had left him here to die, no doubt an omen about touching border stones. His wounds left to weep the colors of house Blackwood, stripping him of his own Houses colors as he bled out.

It was cruel, and now Aeron expected him to continue the torture.... so one could only imagine the shock that cast over the Brackens face when the Blackwood kneeled before him, inspecting the litany of stab wounds in the other's side.

"Who?" he'll mutter under his breath as he presses hands to the wounds, "Do you know who did this? Names?"

The Bracken won't speak, not at first, confused and unable to find his voice past the pain and shock and utter bafflement running through his head. And when he doesn't, Davos will put a hand to his cheek, bringing his chin up so they can see eye to eye. Aeron will find fear in that bright blue gaze. It will scare him.

"Who did this to you, B- Aeron? tell me, please tell me," his voice so much softer than normal, even as fuery broiled deep in his chest, his thumb gently padding Aeron's cheek.

"... didn't..... couldn't see..... th'y w're there 'n then gone."

Davos nod's, but hate the answer nonetheless. Aeron was no help, typical Bracken, but Davos would find them. Davos would make them pay for their cowardess, for laying a hand on his beloved.

For now, he would sink his weight into the other's wound, apologizing gently when the brunette hissed and bit down a scream. If he rested their foreheads together, a whispered, "I'm sorry" falling from his lips, comforting the Bracken beneath him, no, no he didn't.

He doesn't know what to do. His Bracken is hurt. He's bleeding. He's in pain. He's dying.

"It's ok Bracken, easy now, I'm.... I'm going to take you someplace safe... I'm going to take care of you now," and he was wrapping his cloak around the other's middle, pulling it tight until the brunette was whining beneath him, "I said easy, it's alright."

Aeron's eyes were on him. They were afraid, so afraid. His skin was pale and clammy, shining sickly in the moonlight. His soft red whore lips splattered in bright crimson. His hair was hanging in his eyes, soft strands pulling down from his braid. Davos smoothed them away.

"It's ok, it'll be ok," he kissed the Bracken's forehead, "I'm here," he kissed him, like he had always longed to, his lips falling onto Aeron's, attempting to savor how soft and plump they were, but the others lips are too slack, too cool. He tastes blood before he even gets a chance to sink in his teeth and they hesitate to flee when he bites. It's all wrong.

When Aeron huffs against him, attempting to shift his lips to kiss back, Davis will pull back, peck him once more, and then in one fluid motion, pull him up into his arms, shifting to stand.

The kiss will have worked as enough of a distraction to keep him from screaming in the moment, and the myriad of kisses he presses to those soft lips now, swallow up any that escape Aeron's throat.

"Hush now," he whispers, straining ever so slightly under the others weight, "we're going somewhere safe, just trust me."

He doesn't know where they're going, but they're going together. If Ser Aeron Bracken dies tonight, he will die in the arms of Davos Blackwood, and Davos will follow him shortly after. Their bodies will be found in the clearing by the river, curled amongst one another. Their houses will go to war for this, no doubt, but that will be fine. They'll be dead, they won't know better or have any strong feelings about it.

And if Aeron Bracken finds it in himself to pull through, who knows where their fate might lead.

[butchhamlet]

i’m sorry i never shut up about romeo and juliet but can you imagine taking a play about very young teenagers embroiled in a culture of constant violence and instability and looking out at modern teenagers embroiled in a culture of constant violence and instability (particularly in the united states where everyone my age i know grew up terrified of school shootings) and going “hmm. the best way to teach this is about the follies of stupid young love” because that’s what the school system does. and to be clear i’m not blaming individual teachers i’m blaming the pervasive cultural idea of shakespeare’s works (and especially romeo and juliet) as mounted on an untouchable pedestal where they can’t be relatable or fluid but must be Teaching Something

[deoidesign]

someone asked me what if adam and steve switched vampire and werewolf...

And then since my monsters are purposefully not much visually different because of metaphors, I went more traditional vampire and werewolf...

and then I got carried away...

[panlight]

Another Bella-as-narrator problem is Irina.

In the books, Bella doesn't meet her until the not-fight and only saw her once before that, at a distance. To Bella, she's just the person who ran to the Volturi and reported what she thought was an immortal child. Bella has no reason to like this person or to care that she died. Probably blames her for everything that went down and you know what, that's fair.

But the Cullens? This should have been a much bigger deal to them. They've known Irina and considered her family way longer than they've known Bella! Decades longer! Hell, they've known her longer than they've known Alice and Jasper! They met the Denali coven in the 1930s, Jasper and Alice in 1950.

And sure, they can be angry and upset that she ran to the Volturi without talking to them first, they can resent her for being the reason the Denali wouldn't help in Eclipse. But that doesn't erase decades of family ties. She's also horrified, ashamed and apologetic when she realizes she made a mistake. These people who considered her a 'cousin,' family, just watched her be torn apart and burned. That . . . that should leave some kind of mark!

But she means nothing to Bella so her death means nothing to the story. It SHOULD, though, if the Cullens were given space to have feelings outside of the Bella Bubble. Hell, only Tanya and Kate are upset by it; even Eleazar and Carmen don't seem to care! "The atmosphere of celebration was too much for Tanya and Kate. They needed time to grieve for their lost sister."

I get they're all relieved and happy not to have been destroyed by the Volturi and all, but Irina's death should have been a bigger deal to the rest of the Cullens (and to Carmen and Eleazar).

It would be so easy, too? "We're safe now, Alice and Jasper are back, why is everyone still so glum?" "We've lost a member of our family." "Irina? But she betrayed you!" "Families are complicated, love."

[frobby]

what is more homoerotic than the fact that rin and bon would have both literally died at birth if the other didn't exist

[strawberrylollipopchainsawgirl18]

What are you laughing at, dickhead?

[superbat-love]

The Superbat Shakespearean Tragedy Edition

Just when you thought Batman would win for the most dramatic death scene

Superman proves that anything Batman does, he can do better

Clark really wants Bruce to have his heart.

Superbat Master Collection

[lesbianlotties]

when there's a beautiful blonde that is fundamentally changed by going to an isolated place and she can try to leave but she's doomed to die in that place

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Who wants to get in a time machine and go tell him?

from that 2005 R&J essay by David Tennant

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Lassiter and Shawn from Psych are yet another ship i thought people were exaggerating but no i just watched the weatherman court case episode and Lassie is so fucked

[toddandersonsblog]

I kind of hate how un-cool I am. like I can't contain myself at all. I'm cringe and I know it. I keep talking and posting and making awful puns. I obsess over my hyperfixations and I have learnt shakespearean only to keep up with my sideblog. it's like I'm desperately trying to cling to what makes me happy and failing to play it cool because I love being happy even if I'm weird