shakespearean:

Hamlet leggings, coming soon to Black Milk Clothing.

(via fuckyeahhamlet)

fuckyeahhamlet:

justaweirdgirlintorandomfandoms:

”This fight was getting faster and faster, because we were getting kind of cocky. We were just a bunch of 20-year-old, horny Englishmen on Broadway having the time of our life in a smash-hit show, so we were staying out later and later and later. Finally, it just got to a point where the thing was going faster and faster, and Ralph was thrusting at me, and I was just sort of parrying. And then one night, he came at me particularly hard and I sort of went, in a tired way, ‘Oh, God’… and the pommel came back and hit me right above the eye.    

“As soon as it hit me, I thought, That feels bad. I know what a cut feels like, and that feels bad. But it came at the point of the fight where Hamlet went that way, Laertes went that way, so Ralph didn’t see what he’d done. I fell on the floor and I came up like this, and I was like the Bride of Dracula, with blood pouring down the side of my face.    

“And he didn’t stop acting! It’s amazing. But he just came closer and closer to me with those piercing blue eyes. And he kept going with Shakespeare, and he went [in a whisper], ‘Are you OK?’ And I said, ‘I dunno, you tell me!’… And then all I could hear in the audience were people going [in an American accent], ‘That’s amazing, honey, how did they do that?’”    

-Damian Lewis

(Source: crushable.com)

fuckyeahsexpositivity:

so-fucking-special:

rag—andbone:

julierthanyou:

critink:

[[Skank Flank: The New Tramp Stamp]]

A few days ago, @forestine sent me {this article}. It’s another “tattoos are soo trendy” article from a major news source. Like we haven’t heard a thousand people tell us this before.

But here’s the part that really bothered her, and me:

… a popular placement for women’s tattoos has moved from the lower back to the rib area.

“We call it the ‘skank flank,’” [the tattoo artist we interviewed] said. “Every week or two, I see another girl with another rib piece, and you have to tell them that.”

Excuse me?

Wanting to get a discrete tattoo that you can easily cover up makes you a skank?

Since when are ribs considered a sexual body part?

Really, if nothing else this makes the fact that “tramp stamps” are body shaming that much more clear. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term body shaming, it’s a cultural phenomenon that essentially makes everything you do with your body wrong. You’re fat? Lazy and disgusting. You’re skinny? Eat a cheeseburger you look anorexic. You’re fit? You look like a man. And so on. It’s designed to make women (and increasingly men) feel bad about their body, no matter what they do or how they look.

Here is how the same douchebags would like us to view tattoos:

• Lower back tattoos: you’re a tramp
• Rib tattoos: you’re a skank
• Wrist tattoos: you’re a dumb skank
• Arm tattoos: you’re a whore
• Leg tattoos: you’re a whore
• Feet tattoos: you’re a whore
• Shoulder tattoos: you’re a whore

There is no bit exaggeration in this. Anyone who would call the girl above a skank for getting a Disney tattoo on her ribs is a fucking idiot.

All of this language is used to control women. To make us judge each other’s bodies, feel self-conscious about our own, or dictate what we can or can’t do (with tattoos, weight gain/loss, or anything else.)

Really, the best way to nip this in the bud is by calling out anyone who uses the language of “tramp stamps.” The logic is the same in both, and by having conversations with people on why this sort of language hurts women, we can start reclaiming our ability to tattoo whatever parts of our body we want.

society tries to cleverly disguise misogyny & fails, again.

I fucking hate the world

I really do

Oh joy, a new way for people to be misogynistic, slut shaming butt products.

—BB

FFS, seriously? So what happens if and when I get that phrase from Hamlet tattoo’s along the arch of my foot? I’m not impressed, society.

sophia-sol:

So Essie and I were talking about what classical literature the creators of Lizzie Bennet Diaries could turn into vlogs next

and we were saying we need a main character who would vlog all about their life OF THEIR OWN ACCORD

and I was like

HAMLET

HAMLET TOTALLY WOULD

and now Essie and I need this like burning. IT WOULD BE A MILLION UNWATCHABLE EPISODES OF HAMLET ANGSTING AT THE INTERNET AND IT WOULD BE SHEER BRILLIANCE

we weren’t sure how the final scene where everyone dies would go

BUT THEN WE REALISED THAT HE TOTALLY MAKES HIS BRO HORATIO FILM THE WHOLE THING because Hamlet needs his epic duel with Laertes to be on the INTERWEBZ

and then shit goes down and WITH HIS DYING WORDS HAMLET TELLS HORATIO TO POST. THE ENTIRE. THING.

“So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.”

(PS ESSIE AND I ARE DYING OF LAUGHTER WHILE TYPING THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE THIS WORK OF BRILLIANCE NEEDS TO EXIST SO BADLY)

(via fuckyeahhamlet)

heretherebdragons:

This is a paper I wrote for a literature class back in the day. Waaaaay back in the day. (1998). My professor liked it (97/100 points, and he gave me some encouraging feedback). And since last week there was a post about Ophelia floating around here on Tumblr, I got the…

thedaisiestdaisy:

laserscrewdriver:

AVENGE ME HAMLET
FOR I WAS KILLED BY YOUR UNCLE, AND MY BROTHER 

A MOST FOWL AND UNNATURAL MURDER

(via asteria-unleashed)

And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

(Source: jontye, via fuckyeahhamlet)

fuckyeahpreraphaelites:

Ophelia
John William Waterhouse 

riseagainphoenix:

Readable with a magnifying glass.

(available for 7$ at the SMBC store)

What.

(via pbab)