#letters to juliet fanfic

[stormsthatrage]

It bugs me that so many people's default example of published fanfic is 50 Shades of Grey.

What about West Side Story, a famous modern AU of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet?

What about Dante's Inferno, a self-insert RPF if I've ever seen one?

What about Wicked, a pre-canon AU of The Wizard of Oz?

Hell, what about Percy Jackson? There's definitely an argument to be made that that's a modern AU of various Greek myths.

Humans have been writing fanfic as long as they have been telling stories. In about the year 20 BC, our dear Roman poet Ovid wrote the Heroides, a series of aggrieved "letters" from the female characters of famous myths to their respective male heroes. Are you telling me that Ovid, writing a letter from the perspective of Queen Dido to Aeneas -- Aeneas, whose fantastical adventures were put into poem by Virgil -- wasn't writing an outsider-POV fic? A fic that is, in fact, translated in Latin classes world-wide today!

There is so much famous fanfic out there, but people tend to forget that it is fanfic once it becomes mainstream enough. And as a consequence of that, people who aren't into fandom don't see how beautiful fanfic is, and some members of fandom feel shame associated with writing and reading fic. But fanfic is beautiful, and it is something humans have always done, and it is nothing to be ashamed about.

So if you ever find yourself in a situation to give an example of published fic, think outside the box. Remember that published fanfics hide in plain sight; once they're famous enough, we no longer think of them as fanfic. And never forget that fanfic is a very, very old human tradition, and your ancestors who partook in it would not have wanted you to feel ashamed of it.

[pokeshippingweek]

POKESHIPPING WEEK 2024!

It's that time again, pokeshippers!

Last year, we announced that the format of Pokeshipping Week - one theme per day - was getting retired. We also said that we'd still put on a celebration of some kind going forward. Well, the time is here, and I'm happy to announce that we are planning a pokeshipping zine...next year!

If you'll forgive the bait-and-switch there, we have seriously talked about doing a zine, but time got away from us this summer. So, while we do hope to tackle that undertaking in 2025, for this year, we're planning what you might call an open Pokeshipping Week!

How does it work, you ask? Simple: over the years, you all have submitted a lot of potential themes for Pokeshipping Week. For every seven that got chosen each year, plenty were left behind. Well, now you can fill November 1 to 7 with art, fics, AMVs, GIFs, graphics, etc., all about our favorite Poke-couple, using any seven you'd like from the unused themes list.

Any and all contributions are welcome, and if they're tagged #pokeshipping week 2024, we'll reblog them here and on the main @pokeshipping blog. Besides Tumblr, we’ll keep our eyes out for the tag on Twitter and DeviantART for artwork, for fanfics on FF.Net and AO3, and for AMVs on YouTube (no NSFW, please).

The full list of unused themes (from years 2020 through 2023) is below the "Read More" break. Use, combine, and create as your heart desires, and we'll see you November 1!

A bad fight A day in the life  A never-ending road A ship full of shippers Alola sunset scene Amusement park Anime characters meet their game/manga counterparts Anniversary Art classes together/Drawing each other Ash and Misty in Sinnoh Ash’s hat Avatar: The Last Airbender AU Birthdays  Breakup Cameran Palace ball (as in Movie 8) Celebrating Celebrities Champions/Masters  Cheerleader Misty Childhood sweethearts Chocolate Comfort during a natural disaster Comforting each other Competition Confiding in one another Cooking disaster Costumes Criminal/Detective Crossover Crossover with game/manga-verse D&D Dealing with Team Rocket’s teasing in “A Scare in the Air” Dewpider/Araquanid Different hairstyle Disaster dates  Disney AU Double dating Elder years  Elders Ash and Misty Evolution Fairy tales/Fantasy AU Fankids Fireworks First day on the job Food Fortune-telling/foresight Game of Thrones AU Giving advice to a younger generation Grey hair Gym leader Ash/beginner Misty Halloween/horror/ghost story Hanahaki disease Handkerchief Happily Ever After/Fairy Tales Hiding Hogwarts AU Horizons Hot tub/Hot springs If Ash heard Misty’s Song If Ash or Misty weren’t from Kanto If Ash started his journey at 16 or older If Ash’s journey had ended after winning the Indigo League (in season 1) If Misty caught Lapras If one came from another region If their parents met If they didn’t meet on Ash’s first day In-universe Pokéshippers Intimacy Japanese-style confessional love letter JRPG AU (ie, Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Monster Hunter, etc.) Karaoke Ladybug and Chat Noir Last goodbyes Learning a different language Lost Pikachu Love Letter  Love triangle Lovers across the multiverse Lovestruck (if Ash acted like Brock) Meeting the parents/relatives Mewtwo Strikes Back alternate ending Misty and other Pokégirls discuss their loved ones together Misty meets Goh and Chloe Misty overcoming her fear of Bug-types Misty the coordinator Misty’s Bug-type phobia Mixtape/playlist  Mystery dungeon Nervous Ash  Never have I ever Other Pokemon games AU (Detective Pikachu/Pokemon Masters/etc) Out of their element  Overprotective Misty  Perspective of Oak Ranch Pokémon on their relationship Photo shoot Pirates Plot twist Pokemon daycare Pokémon Mystery Dungeon AU PokéNav communication/Video calling Possessed/evil Misty Pregnancy/Birth Pro-gamers Puberty Reappearance of Ash’s father and/or Misty’s parents Regency Era Romance  Return to Orange Islands Romeo and Juliet Sci-fi AU Scuba diving Secret identity/superhero AU Slow Slumber party Spies AU Stargazing Studio Ghibli AU Sunshine and Rain  Superhero AU Swimming lessons Sygna suits Tabletop RPG AU Taller (height differences)  Tauros ranchers Ash and Misty Time capsule Training together Umbrella Vacation Visiting Oak’s ranch  Water and electricity/water and fire What if Ash didn’t take Misty’s bike? Yoga together Z-ring/Mega Stone

[darth-mortem]

Here is Valentine's Day GhostSoap fanfic 😌

Someone sends Soap anonymous valentines, and it would've been fine if not the text inside which disturbs him greatly. 1999 words.

Yeah, it's my knives on the photo :)

Johnny brought the mail into the house and began to lazily sorting the envelopes, newspapers, and flyers. Today, February 14, was the last day of his leave, and he had to go back to the base in a few hours, but for now he was at home and enjoying it.

“Maw!” Johnny shouted towards the kitchen. “Ye hae a letter from Aunt Agnes!”

He put the envelope aside, took the next one, and was surprised to see his name on it. Soap had no idea who could have sent him a paper letter, even to his parent’s house address, not to the base’s.

You can keep reading here or on Ao3

“Maw!” Johnny shouted again. “Did ye tell anyone I was ‘ere?”

“No, dear,” Mrs. MacTavish said, looking out of the kitchen, “as ye asked. And what’s th’ matter?”

“Someone sent me a letter wi’ no name ‘n’ no return address." Soap rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

“Well, mibbie someone wanted tae confess his feelin’s tae ye on Valentine’s Day.” The woman gently stroked her son’s head. “Let’s go tae eat, dear.”

Johnny opened the enigmatic envelope in his room after breakfast. There was a postcard in the shape of a heart with standard greetings on one side. MacTavish grunted, turned it over, and everything inside him went cold. There were inscriptions made from letters cut out of magazines or newspapers, stickers with skulls, and an uneven heart made from photos of various knives. Feeling an unpleasant pressure in his chest, Johnny started to read crooked lines of words.

The first were lines from a song he knew very well:

‘Valentine is done

Here, but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet

Are together in eternity

We can be like they are’

After them, there were a few more words. ‘See you later,’ Soap read, ‘bye.’

It looked like a treat. It was a treat, and Johnny involuntarily looked around and then peeked out of the window, as if he expected to see the person who had sent this eerie postcard there. Of course, there was nothing suspicious on the street. Soap stood there for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts, then stuffed the postcard into his already packed bag and went downstairs. Whoever this madman is, he won’t spoil MacTavish’s last hours of his leave at his parent’s house.

Anxiety began to grip Soap again, as he was already flying back to the base. He wasn’t alone in the helicopter; there were other soldiers whose leave was over. Johnny stared at them involuntarily, wondering if the sender of the menacing valentine was among them.

“Hey, MacTavish!” One of them called, and Soap shuddered. “How did you spend your leave?”

“Ah was at home,” he answered. “Ate maw’s food, slept a lot, went fishing wi’ my da. And what about ye?”

The rest of the flight was spent in cheerful conversation, and Johnny relaxed a little. Gaz met him at the airstrip, eager to tell him all the latest news from the base as they made their way to the residential block.

“Well, I have to train rookies.” Kyle said when they got to the building. “See you later, mate!”

He left with a waving farewell, and Johnny’s insides went cold again because he immediately remembered the text of the creepy postcard. He walked down the corridor nervously, looking around, and almost ran into his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Turning around, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes for a second, and then...

There was a postcard in the shape of a heart on the floor. It wasn’t far from the entrance, so it could be assumed that someone had pushed it under the door. Johnny carefully picked it up, turned it over, and read the text made from letters cut out of a magazine. ‘Be wary, my dear, as you walk alone,’ it said, ‘for on this night, you're never truly on your own.’

Johnny panicked again. Everything indicated that someone was watching him; someone knew where he was and what he was doing. Perhaps it was someone from the base, or he had connections here, a friend who, at his command, slipped the postcard into MacTavish’s room.

Soap was not given much time to think about all this. Price knocked on his door and ordered him to go help Gaz. Johnny wanted to say hello to Ghost first, but the captain told him that the man was busy with paperwork and, given the amount of it, wouldn’t be free until the evening.

Johnny walked to the training ground, looking around and tensing if anyone got too close. Gas noticed his strange behavior and, finding a free moment, took him aside.

“What’s wrong with you, mate?” Kyle asked. “You’re twitchy since returning from leave.”

“I’m fine,” Soap tried to smile. “I just need tae get used to it all again.”

Gaz didn’t believe him but didn’t ask any more questions, and they went back to training. The rookies needed a lot of attention, especially after one of them fell on the obstacle course and injured his arm. Kyle took him to the medical center, leaving Johnny to continue the training. He didn’t return until dinner because he had to write a report on the incident.

Objectively, nothing at the base had changed, but now MacTavish felt that someone was constantly watching him. He caught glances at himself and wondered if this person was the mysterious sender of the creepy valentines. That’s how the whole day passed, and, realizing that it couldn’t go on like this, Soap took the postcards and went to Price’s office.

“I need tae tell ye something, sir,” he said, approaching the captain’s desk.

Price looked at him intently and pointed on a visitor’s chair. He also noticed that something was wrong with the usually cheerful and friendly sergeant and worried about him.

“What happened, son?” He asked gently, looking at nervous Johnny.

“I think someone is stalking me,” MacTavish answered, sighing heavily. “I received a postcard tae my parents’ home address. And then I found another one in my room ‘ere at th’ base.”

With that, Soap placed both valentines in front of the captain. He took them, examined the inscriptions attentively, and looked up at the nervous sergeant.

“Son,” Price spoke cautiously, “what made you think they were sent by a stalker?”

“And how else?!” MacTavish exclaimed with resentment. “He knows where a'm, knows mah home address! And thae inscriptions? Thae ur true threats!”

“Well, the inscriptions are really weird,” the captain admitted. “And about the other... Tell me, son, who knows where you were on leave, who loves skulls and knives, and who gets a themed magazine every month?”

“Ghost,” Soap answered without thinking and froze with his mouth open. “Fucking hell… I’m an idiot, yeah?”

“That’s your words, not mine." Price got up and went to the exit. “Close the door when you leave.”

The captain left his office, and the sergeant grabbed a document from his desk, turned it over to a blank side, and started to write something concentrated.

The door of Ghost’s room was locked as usual, and Soap knocked until it was opened to him. He burst in, turned to the lieutenant, and saw that he looked very sad. It was visible despite the balaclava on his head.

“What do you want, Johnny?” Ghost asked, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Simon,” the sergeant exhaled, catching his breath, “it’s for ye!”

Ghost silently took from his hands a crookedly cut paper heart, on which was written: ‘I like ye too.’ Johnny watched his gaze change, and then the lieutenant looked up at him in confusion.

“Sorry for bein’ sae late,” Soap sighed and made puppy eyes. “I’m just an idiot, ‘n’ only now guessed that those postcards were from you.”

Johnny didn’t say that they scared him to not sound even more like a fool. Instead, he took the first valentine out of his pocket, turned it over, and, smiling, pointed to one of the knives that formed the heart.

“I like this one,” he said.

“You have a good taste." Ghost finally calmed down and smiled under his balaclava. “It’s the best one, and I hoped that you’ll choose it.”

He went to the closet and came back holding the knife from the picture.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Johnny.” The lieutenant said.

“Och, Simon…” Soap blushed like a boy, accepting the gift. “Thank ye! It’s sae cool! Och, hauld yer horses a second…”

The sergeant started rummaging through his pockets until he found a quid coin in one of them. He handed it to Ghost, and he took a symbolic payment so that the gift of the knife wouldn’t cut the relationship between him and Johnny.

“I have something for ye too,” Soap said. “I’ll bring it now!”

He ran to his room and soon returned with a neat box of chocolate chip cookies that his mother had baked for him. Handling the gift to Simon, Johnny rushed into the break room of TF 141 to make them tea. When he finally got back and sat down, the lieutenant looked at him and asked:

“Johnny, why did you make your valentine on the page from the annual budget of our unit?”

“What?..” Soap froze, blinking his eyes. “I… dinnae know, I just..."

The sergeant remembered that he took the first paper he saw and didn’t look at what exactly it was.

“Price will kill me,” he said finally. "So, mibbie, I deserve one kiss before death?”

“Maybe you want more than one kiss?” Ghost answered the question with a question and rose up the edge of his balaclava to the bridge of his nose. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

“Och, I want to!” Johnny smiled cheerfully and a little stupidly. “Will ye take off yer mask ‘n’ show yer face?”

“Negative,” the lieutenant answered composed, and took the cookie from the box.

On the morning of February 15, Johnny woke up in Simon’s arms. He really didn’t take off his balaclava; actually, it was the only thing he didn’t take off. His clothes were mixed with Soap’s on the floor by the bed. It was still dark outside, but the wake-up call had already ringed, so the lieutenant and the sergeant stirred and reluctantly started to get up and get dressed. They went to breakfast together and sat down at the table opposite Gaz, who came to the mess hall first.

“You’re kind of weird today, mates,” Kyle said, looking at the sergeant and the lieutenant.

“We just didn’t get enough sleep,” Johnny answered lazily, and then understood what he said. “I mean, separately, each in their room, you know.”

Soap coughed, and Gaz slowly looked from him to Ghost and back.

“And where is Price?” The lieutenant asked, changing the topic of their conversation.

“He took sandwiches and went to his office,” Kyle answered. “He said that he had to check and hand over some papers to the general.”

Johnny paled, but he didn’t have time to do anything. Price was already entering the dining room, and, seeing MacTavish at the table, he shouted angrily:

“Soap, you, son of a bitch!!”

“Better run,” Kyle advised, sipping his coffee.

“Yeah,” Johnny nodded and then looked at Ghost. “See ye later, Simon.”

Johnny jumped over the table, rushed to the window, and threw it open. Blowing Ghost an air kiss, he jumped out and sped away, followed by surprised looks from the soldiers and rookies.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Gaz asked Ghost.

“Negative,” the lieutenant lied.

“Oh, really?” Kyle absolutely didn’t trust him. “And since when does MacTavish call you by your name?”

“I don’t remember,” Ghost said, annoyed. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“So I can call you ‘Simon’ too?" Gas didn’t stop asking questions.

“Try it, and I’ll shoot you.” Ghost barked, took his tray, and went away quickly.

“Yeah, each in their room,” Gaz grunted, then smiled and finished his coffee.

[samy-parker]

Diabolik lovers fanarts inspired by works that you most likely know.

We already know why Azusa and Yui are the canon Romeo and Juliet of Diabolik lovers. cofcofdarkfatecofcof

I was originally going to draw Reiji, but I've already done it several times and I wanted to give Ruki a chance.

Ok, Here it was inspired as much as by the work "The Scarlet Letter" but more than that, by my favorite fanfic "Temptation" by @niceshus

And Lastly, I guess Laito was the closest one he could look like to Laurie

[sparkles-oflight]

Polaroid Photos (my JO Fanfic Universe)

Hi, hello, all my fics can be read individually, but if you want to read in chronological order, here is a master post

(I had another fanfic which I recently deleted that was it's own thing apart from this, but I'll probably re-write some parts to incorporate here)

I would say some of these are "not canon" in my "fic universe" (omg what in the PP cinematic Universe) and those will be marked with a *

All love letters are ridiculous: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: Around 2016's valentines

Maybe like a heart that pumps blood: AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: 2016/2017 - not sure myself

Romeo and Juliet: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: 2017 - during the Band's break and one week before the beginning of Kris' last HS year

Gola: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: One week after Romeo and Juliet

All I know: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris and JaRtin

Timeline: 2021

Bele Sanje: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: 2022

Bele Sanje - In another room: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: JaRtin

Timeline: 2022

Tea Spilling: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: JaNce

Timeline: 2023, post eurovision

Por qué: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: JaNce (mentioned), BoKris (hinted) - it's centered on Jan and Kris' friendship

Timeline: September 2023

If not for you*: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: After the Stožice concert

If not for you (version 2): Tumblr | Ao3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: After the Stožice concert

Umazane Misli: Tumblr | Ao3

Ship: Bokris

Timeline: Towards the end of November 2023

Vse Kar Vem: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: After the Stožice concert but before moving to london

Official Visualizer: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: The day before the boys went to London

Conspiracy Theories*: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: JaNce

Timeline: Some day in London

Conspiracy Theories (Alternative ending): Tumblr | AO3

Ship: JaNce

Timeline: Some day in London

Sunny Side of London: Tumblr | AO3

Ships: BoKris, JaNce

Timeline: Some day in London

Kamila: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: Bakery, BoKris (mentioned)

Timeline: 25/01/2024

Traces of kisses behind closed doors: Tumblr | AO3

Ships: BoKris, JaNce

Timeline: 27/01/2024 (or 28, can't remember)

Ginger shots - Lazy day: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: After the recording of the new album

Are you real? Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: Summer of 2024

Polaroid Photos: Tumblr | AO3

Ship(s): BoKris, JaRtin, Bo(Jan)² ,JaNce

Timeline: 2000-2024

Metulji*: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: ???

THE SHADE*: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: ???

Welcome Back*: Tumblr | AO3

Ship: BoKris

Timeline: 10/15 years after Metulji/THE SHADE

[miracles-and-butterflies]

dolores headcanons?

Sure thing! Here’s some Dolores headcanons:

Dolores’ full name is Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal

She claims that she’s named after Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom

She started talking very early for babies

Her first word is “Papí”

Young Dolores was very curious and asked lots of difficult questions

Most people (including Dolores) don’t think she’s like her mother, and they are wrong

Agustín taught her piano up until her gift ceremony, in which case Señor Molina (from my fanfic: The False Madrigal) took over and taught her every instrument she could get her hands on

Her first reaction to her gift was “Abuela, Isabela and Luisa are kicking each other”, and then she started crying from the noise

If you couldn’t tell, she is a bit of a tattletale

She was that pupil in school

She was really excited to be a big sister

But enhanced hearing and Camilo are a horrible combination

Dolores very passionately complained about babies for the next few months and tried to convince Bruno to adopt her, so she could move into his tower to be further away from them

When Mirabel was born, she went straight to her parents and asked, “Why does everyone hate the new baby? Like, what did she do? She’s not even cried yet. Is she dead?”

She changed her mind about babies upon spending time with Mirabel, who was just as quiet as she was

She and Isabela would switch their siblings around, in the hopes the adults wouldn’t notice

Félix taught Dolores sign language for when she got too overwhelmed

Dolores didn’t want a vision from Bruno because everyone says they’re bad, but Isabela, who already had hers, kept badgering her to get one

Needless to say, she was right

She would cry to her parents and question if anyone actually loved her

She initially thought Bruno’s disappearance was a prank (as she could still hear him in Casita)

Has a passion for music, of all cultures and any point in history

Every birthday she would ask for a new instrument

She was a child with expensive taste

Her favourite instrument is the bandola

She was the lead singer in the church and school choirs during her teen years

She wasn’t the first person to find out Pepa was pregnant with Antonio, she was the second; first being Bruno

Was one of the people who wasn’t pleased with baby Antonio, though that was mainly the age gap and noise

Definitely receives favouritism as the only daughter (additionally, she’s not a chaotic shit)

She loves opera

Loves romance novels

Definitely the child who read “Romeo and Juliet” in class and decided she wanted to be Juliet

When Isabela started dating Mariano, Dolores didn’t really know who he was

It wasn’t until Isabela demanded her help writing back responses to his love poems that Dolores fell in love

And realised that Isabela screwed her over again

As time went on, Isabela stopped attempting to write back and just gave the letters straight to Dolores for her to deal with

She isn’t solely to blame for spreading gossip, her side of the family is shit at keeping their mouths closed

She is the type of person to drop spoilers with no warning (books, theatre, rat telenovelas, etc)

She really wants to go to Italy one day

She is pansexual

As a teenager, her colour was more of a pinkish red, to be more like Abuela

In spite of everything, she has a great admiration for her grandmother and wants a close relationship with her, as she does with Isabela

Eventually she gave up trying to be Isabela’s copy and just accepted being second best

Her jewellery were gifts from her parents

She is an adult with expensive taste

Dolores has a collection of earmuffs

She makes at least one trip to Julieta a day to get healed for some form of headache from the noise

She frequently answers questions for Mirabel to be helpful. However, she can be very blunt and (prior return of magic) monotone, making her appear cruel and uncaring

Dolores did not mean to throw Mirabel under the bus during the dinner scene

Though she doesn’t always clearly show it, she loves her brothers dearly

She describes Mirabel as her metaphorical sister and would swap her with either of her brothers within a heartbeat

She thinks she should be part of Isabela and Luisa’s competitions of who is Mirabel’s better sister. But, then again, thinks they probably don’t allow professionals

Is probably the only grandchild that should be allowed and would do well at running Encanto after Alma. However, she does lack a little bit of compassion (see this post)

Her and Mariano properly got together several months after he and Isabela broke up

They did, however, get married within the next two years

Making them the shortest courtship out of all the Madrigals, since Alma and Pedro

Speaking of, Alma fully gave her blessing to the pair of them as they were truly in love

Mariano does want children, but has never outright demanded a lot or an exact number and would be grateful with whatever - Dolores’ comment of five was only to mess with Isabela

Dolores does NOT want five babies. One or two is fine

She definitely has triplets in the future

[emailsfromanactor]

About the Authors of Emails from an Actor

From Letters from an Actor:

William Redfield made his first appearance on the stage in 1936 at the age of nine and has been acting ever since. He has appeared in a wide variety of roles in productions from Our Town to Out of This World, from Junior Miss to A Man for All Seasons. He has also been in a number of motion pictures, the latest of which is Fantastic Voyage. He is a charter member of The Actors Studio. Mr. Redfield is married and has two children. He lives in New York City.

We'll get to know Redfield very well through his writing, and he was well-known enough that he has a Wikipedia page as well as IMDB and IBDB pages with long lists of credits. That Our Town mentioned was the original 1938 production, in which he played Si Crowell. He also did a lot of radio work, including 80 episodes of CBS Radio Mystery Theater, many of which can be heard here and here. And here are some film clips:

Redfield died in 1976 at the age of 49.

From John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet:

Richard L. Sterne is an actor by profession, and his credits as a young actor are indeed impressive. A graduate of Northwestern Uni­versity, Mr. Sterne appeared on Broadway in John Gielgud’s produc­tion of Hamlet starring Richard Burton, obtaining first-hand the material for this book. He toured with the National Repertory Thea­tre under the directorship of Eva LeGallienne, appearing in Liliom and She Stoops to Conquer. Mr. Sterne also appeared with the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, where he played Romeo in Romeo and Juliet, as well as other roles in Love’s Labours Lost and Henry the Fifth. He was narrator of the film Good Night, Socrates, which won first prize in the Venice Film Festival in 1963. Acting, however, is only one of Richard Sterne’s talents. A musician-composer, he was musical director for the Champlain Shakespeare Festival in Vermont in 1965, and composed some of the music used in Gielgud’s production of Hamlet. Mr. Sterne is now living in New York City with his wife, actress Joann Rose, and was recently in Euripides’ The Bacchants at Lin­coln Center.

We'll barely get to know Sterne through his book at all, which is a shame. He seems like an interesting person - I mean, he hid under a platform for six hours to secretly record two of the biggest stars in the world! Ah well. It's also hard to find information about his post-book life. He's on IMDB and IBDB, but apparently he hasn't done much screen or Broadway work. I did find a page for him on Backstage, with a recent headshot and Off-Broadway and regional credits. Looks like he was acting as recently as February 2020, alternating in the non-singing role of the Coroner in Porgy and Bess at the Metropolitan Opera. In 1982-83 he worked with Eva LeGallienne again in her Broadway revival of Alice in Wonderland, starring Kate Burton - Richard Burton's daughter - as Alice. Here's a photo from that!

He's on the left under that big mask. So here's a photo where you can actually see his face, from a 1982 production of Henry IV, Part 1:

Sterne was interviewed for an article about The Motive and the Cue in April 2023, and as far as I know, he's still alive.

And about the editor, who is not an actor but will always be a theatre kid at heart: Hi, I'm @bewareofitalics, I've decided I'm okay with being perceived! When I'm not sending emails from 1964, I do things like write fanfic, document the Twelfth Night productions I've seen live, make deliberately terrible fandom valentines (I have Emails-relevant plans for this year :D), and recommend (or not) random obscure musicals. As far as I know, I am also still alive.

[thatwritergirlsblog]

Ok I’m going to do something I’m wondering if I make it an original story out of a fanfic this way and put in Wattpad… and then publish as a kindle book… but the world is heavily Holly black based… and the background of Jude and Taryn is… I found two characters in a fanart with name so similar to Feyre and Rhysand and reading a bit of it it’s obvious it’s a fanfic of in an heir comes to rise.. and except for a few letters the names are so similar… it occured to me it’s basically a fanfic for a court of thorns and roses, since I want to make two characters the ghost and Cardan as one character and basically am ok with changing his name… maybe even changing his background, and I’m thinking of changing some of the characters https://www.instagram.com/p/CmHl5hboAZf/?igshid=NjZiM2M3MzIxNA== I’m thinking of changing some things of Jude naming her Juliet instead of Jude and Cardan either Garett or Gawain… and changing Vivi into a faerie that is male but Eva’s family is alive and should I just do that? Make an original story playing with the characters name changing it with just a few letters… and making it similar characters personality but making my changes to the world? Like humans don’t physically grow old if they grow up in faerie… and some humans are equally beautiful to fae hence fae kidnap human women… and all that… should I do that with creating an original story just change some spelling and some characters and it could be an original story I post on Wattpad and kindle unlimited? Like I’m going to change some things of the world… change the words of a few names like Orlaugh changes to Orlith…. To Caden, Lirope, to Lia, Orianna to Rianna, and Taryn to Marlyn,

Hi there! Thanks for your question.

Disclaimer: I am only trained in South African copyright law, so my answer should not be taken as legal advice.

From what I understand, you will be creating an original storyline. So, you won't be rewriting the plot points found in Holly Black's books. The story itself will be original.

So, I think that it's fine to draw inspiration heavily from the characters and the world of The Cruel Prince, as long as you add enough changes to make it somewhat your own.

A lot of fae romance stories have the same basic worlds and character types. So, that shouldn't be a problem. But I would suggest adding one or two things to each character and to the world to distinguish it from Holly Black's work if you want to publish it to KU. You should be fine with Wattpad (I think). Perhaps try to incorporate characteristics from other fantasy characters and worlds you enjoy.

So, essentially, I think you would need to take it a step further than fanfiction with other names if you want to publish it to KU as an original. (Do not market it as Cruel Prince fanfiction, because that will get you in trouble). New story, slightly adapted characters and some changes to the world - and you've essentially got a unique work.

Make sure that you use your own creativity to create the product and to create something new.

I hope that this helps!

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Can you do 002 with Jlaire?

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

It's been a while since I first watched s1 so I can't say for sure, but definitely during the first half of season 1. If I didn't ship them by the time "Claire and Present Danger" rolled around, then I definitely shipped them in that episode.

My thoughts:

OTP, but the idea wellspring has mostly dried up for them. I do have this one fic on the backburner based on a certain Hozier song and a fic I've been reading

What makes me happy about them:

I really liked the dark/light + Beauty and the Beast + Romeo and Juliet vibes they had

What makes me sad about them:

It's more mad than sad, but everything starting from the end of Wizards. She made him human again (not a fan) and then RotT happened. (I do like the idea of her hating him post-RotT because while Toby's death was terrible he sacrificed the pyrrhic victory for a redo that might not work)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I don't read many fics anymore because I don't want to think about RotT and guess what the fics are about now?

Things I look for in fanfic:

Hurt/comfort and angst that focuses on Claire's issues

My wishlist:

To curate from my Dear Creator letters on Dreamwidth,

Beauty and the Beast AU's

Bakery AU's

Trollhunter Claire/Changeling!Jim AU's

Changeling!Jim/Clairegana AU's

Cyberpunk AU's

fairy!Claire AU's

Camelot Era AU in which Claire and half-troll Jim were both captured for being magical

Mermaid AU's

AU where Claire was the one who made Jim a half-troll, a la "No Good Deed" from Wicked

AU where Jim stays a half-trol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

So first, let me preface this with the fact that while I'm a multishipper, this is a ship where I feel that if they get together they shouldn't be broken up. I even request on my Dear Creator letters that if they're gonna ship Claire/X or Jim/X but not Jim/Claire/X then please don't reference any jlaire breakup. In addition, my mind is blanking on Jim ships I enjoy, so...

Warstaff

Ajaire

Clairy

Clarci

My happily ever after for them:

He's a half troll, and she's a wizard. They're able to revive the Arcadia Oaks Heartstone, and after they marry they live there together.

Please?

[real-good-now]

Letters to Juliet: Chapter 1

Summary: Betty Cooper dreamed of falling in love. She once thought it would be with the red-headed boy next door until he met the mysterious brunette in the pearl necklace.So, when she begins to receive anonymous love letters, she turns to the only person she knows who is not grossly in lust: her childhood best friend, Jughead Jones.

Chapter begins below the cut

“I think it time to call it, V. I’m going to be a lonely spinster for the rest of my life.”

 Veronica turns to look at me abruptly and fixes me with her disapproving stare. “Betty, c’mon. You can’t be serious?”

 I take a deep breathe before saying “I mean why wouldn’t I give up. All of my friends are coupling up- your and Archie, Kev and Fangs. Hell, even Cheryl Blossom turned into a sappy romantic when she met Toni. I am so happy for you all, I really am because you all deserve such happiness. But, honestly, I am sixteen years old and I haven’t so much as been asked out on a date.” She walked over to my bed from her place in front of the mirror to take my hand in hers in an attempt at comfort. “I know you’re in love,” I continued, “and all of the world is butterflies and rainbows but I think that it might not be in the cards for me.”

 Her response is as jolting as it is demanding.

 “Get up.”

She takes my hand and drags me to the floor length mirror before taking my blonde locks from my signature ponytail and moving her hands to my shoulders.

 “This person looking back at you is my best friend. Her name is Betty Cooper and she is the smartest, funniest, kindest, wittiest, and most drop-dead gorgeous person ever to come from this dreck town. And that is not all. You are talented as all hell, B. You single-handedly revived the school newspaper and now run it as a sophomore. You are first in our class, arranged the homecoming dance, caught a murderer, joined the River Vixens, and tutored half of the football team. Betty, I could go on forever, but I’m not the one who needs convincing here. The fact that you are single is because the boys around here are too scared, stupid, or a mixture of both. You’ll see.” She brushes my hair back from my face and finishes her monologue with, “Think about that for a while. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 I stand there for close to an hour, trying to see at least a glimmer of what she sees, but I give up when I see the tiny crescents on my palms and the tears slipping out of my eyes.

 The next morning, I walk into the school building with a fresh face and a plastered smile only to see my two dark-haired counterparts talking in hushed tones in the lounge. Jughead seems to have more tension in his shoulders than usual and Veronica chastising him like a mother would her child.

“Now what do you think that could be about?” Kevin asks, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

 “Geez, Kev, give a girl some warning. And them? Don’t really know. It could be something for Archie. I think he and V are fast-approaching their two-month mark,” I respond.

 “Nah,” he dismisses “she knows that boy better than he knows himself. She could get him a paper clip and he would treasure it forever.”

 Though his estimation of my sometimes dim-witted companion’s intelligence is borderline offensive, he makes a valid point. The two of them together is quite odd and there is not obvious explanation. I make note of the exchange and swear to ask Jug about it later.

 “Well, as much as I would love to catch up on the drama within our own friend group, I have to head to my locker before I go to Chem. Beakerman asked me to show up a few minutes early to check in on how the tutoring with Reggie is going so I better dash. See you at lunch?”

 “Tootles, my blonde beauty!” he calls as he rushes toward a waving Midge. Shaking my head, I retreat down the hallway to my locker.

 When I get there, I go through the motions to unlock it only to see an envelope flutter to the ground. I look at the people milling around the halls but there isn’t normally too many people here this early. I think I catch a glimpse of a grey beanie disappearing around the corner, but it is gone too soon for me to be sure.

 I tuck the white slip into my bag and head off to the lab before I can dwell on it too much.  

I immerse myself in my classes and almost forget about the paper until I see it as I rifle through my bag for my notes. I pull it out with every intention of ignoring it, but I spend far longer thinking about that then getting any work done.

 So I give in and pick it up.

 The front reads “To my Beloved” in an elegant calligraphy. I tear into the envelope and begin to read.

 To my Juliet,

  You enchant me.

I have never been one to romanticize but then again, there is no one quite like you. You glide down the hall with an elegance and grace that any queen would envy. Your beauty exceeds even the most coveted of paintings and you outshine even the most precious of jewels. Your eyes sparkle and glint even more brilliantly than the stars in the sky.

I have known you for years and after all this time, you still manage to enchant me.

I am not often at a loss for words but you bring me to the brink of speechless simply with your presence.

 You amaze me.

Your allure is overwhelming, but it is nothing when compared to your talent and wit. Your passion can move mountains and your eloquence is breathtaking. Your intelligence is inspiring and gives me hope for the future of our world (because how could our world be bad with you in it?).

I have known you for years and after all this time, you still manage to amaze me.

I am honored to even share the same air with you.

 I am in love with you, Betty Cooper, and just had to let you know. I have hid in the shadows of your heart for too long, keeping this longing dormant.

I will, though, keep myself anonymous because I know that we shouldn’t be together. I know that you and I are operating in two different galaxies and I do not wish to ruin your cafefully-planned order with my dull chaos.

 So instead, I will share my thoughts with you through these letters.

 Always and forever yours,

              Your Romeo

[lucasbarr]

Alright emmanatural community (are we calling ourselves the emmacule? 😂) I’m manifesting y’all rn, what would your ideal Emma-centric spin off look like?

Tagging @charlie-bradbury, @scarecrowmax, @pinknatural, and anyone else who wants to participate!

[adasttrawrites]

It’s a small, worn envelope.

It’s addressed to Juliet, and the paper is brown from age and dirt. It’s a little wrinkled from water damage, but the ink hasn’t been disturbed by age — it is still as vibrant as if it were written yesterday. There’s nothing particularly remarkable about the envelope… aside from the fact that its return address is the Muggle post office box for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

My entry into the Dramione RomCom Fest: The Sequel is live!

Read it here!

[caspasta]

there needs to be a letters to juliet dramione au right now

[bellarkestitchdelena]

The way i would give my left lung for a letters to juliet bellarke fanfic.

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

John felt like he was wearing someone else's clothes and skin, shifting in his seat and making his suit wrinkle slightly. To try to keep himself calm he smoothed out the wrinkles, staring at the ring on his finger.

His father had gone to the council yesterday morning and that evening, he had been summoned to join them. He still hadn’t seen his father, although he was told that he was still inside with the others, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He tried to tell himself that it was a good thing, it had to be a good thing.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened, his attention immediately snapped to it, and a man appeared. He dimly recognized him, he was another Letter, just a few levels above his own, stared at him for a long moment before speaking.

“They’re waiting for you.” was all he said as he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside to give John the room to enter.

John allowed himself one more moment to look himself over to make sure that he was presentable and to steady himself with a deep breath, before he continued forward, entering the room.

There was a single chair in the middle of the room and to the back was a row that sat the council, all men, all wearing the same disapproving looks on their face as John entered and took his seat in front of them. He had no idea of any of their names, it was done like that on purpose to ensure that no one really knew who they were or which family they were aligned with. They all had different numbers pinned to the fronts of their jackets, that’s how they differentiate between them.

He sat straight up in his seat, letting his eyes go from one to the other council member, but didn’t say anything just yet, waiting for them to make the first move.

His father wasn’t in the room.

“John Eric Winchester.” One of the men finally spoke, the one wearing a number Fifteen, breaking the silence. He had a folder in his hand and was looking through it. “Only son of the Winchester bloodline. Top of his class among all his lessons, including weaponry. Considering for legacy status pending his formal initiation into the ranks.”

The folder was closed and tossed to the side. “And willing to throw it all away for a hunter's daughter.”

“That’s not what this is about-” John started to say, only to be interrupted.

“Yes, yes, we’ve heard.” the member that had Twenty-three on his jacket injected. “Your father attempted to explain everything, quite a Romeo and Juliet situation.”

“He tried to paint it with love and affection and every other word that he could use that held the same meaning.” number Twenty-nine said. “He tried to prattle on and on about it, ultimately not realizing that his words meant nothing.”

“What Mary and I have-”

“Regardless of whatever feelings you think you may have to this hunter's daughter, it's irrelevant and unimportant.” number Forty-eight said. “You have your duties to think about, which should have remained your top priority and nothing else.”

“Her only saving grace is her own bloodline.” number Twenty-four said. “And even then, it's not a pure bloodline. Regardless of what they say, a hunter's blood is...'' he searched for the right word. “Unclean.”

“You are going too far.” John said, not letting any of them interrupt him again, speaking over their voices instead. “What Mary and I have is none of your business and none of your concern. What right do you have to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“And what right, boy, do you think you have to try to destroy generations and generations of traditions?” number Fifteen demanded. “What makes you believe that you are deserving to break our rules, set forth by our ancestors?”

“Those rules were set by people that didn’t believe we’d even survive two generations.” John reminded them. “It is a different time and everything is changing, we would be foolish not to change with it.”

“Twenty-four.” number Thirty-five said, stopping the both of them from speaking. “You spoke of this girl's bloodline, what of it?”

Twenty-four snorted at that. “She’s a Campbell.” he said, upper lip curling in disgust at the name. “A direct bloodline herself, Samuel Campbell's only child.”

“She’s a legacy in her own right.” Thirty-five said, rubbing at his chin. “Not to mention, despite our attempts we cannot and have not monopolized all the information out there. I have no doubt that her circles and her family have their own array of books and methods with the supernatural that we do not.”

Twenty-four stared at him incredulously. “So what are you suggesting? That we continue to allow this so long as we get that information?”

“It's not as if we are the first to decide to create an alliance in such a way.” Thirty-five said. “An arranged marriage of sorts.”

“You’re suggesting that they marry? And what of children? Do you wish for that as well?” Fifteen demanded, not noticing how John tensed up at that. “To bring their damaged genes and blood into our ranks?”

“You’re going off things you don’t know, just because the Hunters are...of the unsavory type, doesn’t mean that there is anything wrong with their blood. It is as red as ours.” Thirty-five said. “The point of the matter is this, John Winchester is right, times are changing and we are suffering because of it. Either we change with it, or we perish.”

“There are always other options than to have to go completely off the rails and allow just anyone to join.” Forty-eight said. “Our brothers in England-”

“Our brothers and sisters in England have gone a completely different path, complete with entrapment and murder.” Thirty-five injected. “We are above them. Europe...is not to be discussed here, nor the other branches of the world. What works for them is meaningless to us.”

“I don’t agree with it.” Thirty-five added. “I also don’t enjoy seeing the possibility of our ranks joining the hunters in such a way. But if we don’t do something, we will suffer the consequences. If not John's generation then the next, I don’t think I have to say that his generation is the most rowdy one we’ve had so far. How many of our former students didn’t even make to their initiatives due to leaving? Some even joined the armies to fight in the governments wars. A handful have...killed themselves to get away from their responsibilities. We’re losing more and more, we cannot survive doing what we’ve been doing.”

Twenty-three heaved a giant sigh. “The biggest concern is children.” he said, his voice tense. “There’s no guarantee of children even if we allow this. For all we know the hunters are too damaged to do such a thing.”

“The concern is not needed.” John spoke, hoping that his voice wasn’t shaking as much as he felt himself shaking inwardly.

Thirty-five sighed as well. “John, it is necessary for you to continue your line. It's one of the oldest, you cannot let it die out.”

“When I say that it's not a concern, I mean that that’s already taken care of.” John told them. “Mary and I have had a son, and she’s pregnant with another child right this moment.”

[anythingtrxsh]

Hey! Just wanted to start off by saying thanks for all the fic recs ur awesome 🥰 Do you have recs for fanfics based on shows or movies? I fell in love with that fic based on Bones that was recommended a while back and have been wanting more like it!

ohh my fav kind of fics 🥰 thank you sm for your kind words anon ily ily!!

(if anyone is curious about which fic anon is referring to, it's this one)

We Make a Nice Pear [125k] by orphan_account {food wars au-- ok so i didn't know this was based off of pre-existing media lol but apparently food wars is an anime?? and that counts in my books so!}

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [64k] by wowoashley {the proposal au-- omg this is one of the very first fics I've ever read im kinda emotional rn wtf}

I Won't Fall (in love with you) [52k] by orphan_account {a walk to remember au-- when i say i cried like a little bitch}

make it to me [51k] by thestarsabove {pride and prejudice au-- LITERALLY one of my fav fics ever stfu}

l'amore, quello vero [35k] by inevitaeble {letters to juliet au-- set in italy of course. i would give up my life for younghee im not even kidding}

research purposes [35k] by aeterisks {how to lose a guy in 10 days au-- no BCS this fic gave me SO MUCH second hand embarrassment i had to put it down for a minute bye}

Resonance [30k] by rix {battle academy au-- this is def a stretch but bare w/ me ok? ok}

three weddings and a love story [26k] by thestarsabove {wedding crashers au-- the PINING in this one goddamn}

happy reading!!