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The only valid modern romeo and juliet au is where everything is still referred to as fair verona

Romeo: good morning

Benvolio: good morning

Juliet: You’re all so boring. Spice it up a little!

Mercutio, barging in: WHATS UP FUCKERS

Romeo: Run away with me

Juliet: Why

Romeo: Join my emo band

I CAN'T BE WED THEY SHAN'T MAKE ME NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO I WON'T I SHAN'T NO NO NO!!!!!!! 😡😡😡

thank thee, king 🙌

I CAN'T BE WED THEY SHAN'T MAKE ME NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO I WON'T I SHAN'T NO NO NO!!!!!!! 😡😡😡

fuck this post and happy birthday juliet capulet!!!

i posted on ao3 :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37574920

summary: As she is getting ready for the party, Juliet reflects upon her mother and the possibility of being married to Paris. 

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after getting my heart shredded by chloe gong, here are my reasons why roma and juliette could be alive & why they couldn’t be. hear me out <3 

alive

- the two wanted a world of peace where bloodshed was not tearing apart everything. maybe they left after surviving miraculously and separated themselves from reminders of the white terror, memories being too painful.

- juliette and roma are gangster masterminds. no matter how sudden the explosion was, juliette could have had a plan and could have saved the two or vice versa.

- they survived the explosion. option 1. their ancestors saved them. option 2. a miracle occurred. after, A. stolen transportation and moved to the countryside the two visited or any countryside. B. ran away then bribed people to leave the city/country. C. stolen transportation/bribed people and hide out in shanghai, living with different identities/having different identities as they were too scarred. and, the reasons of the two not reaching out one. they were happy enough in each other’s presence. two. they did not want more painful memories resurfaced. three. one of the two died and the other killed the self or was too heartbroken to care anymore.

- if the two survived yet remained alive, they didn’t want to reveal themselves as alive as it could have their “deaths” be in vain (context. their deaths and star crossed lover story was a reminder of how useless the blood feud was and was a constant reminder of the citizens of shanghai why peace should occur. whenever blood appeared, their story was whispered and helped the slow end of the bloodshed).

dead

- would roma really willingly never see his sister, his cousin, and his best friend ever again? (unless from observations far away but that is highly unlikely seeing as the world is big and information is limited). vice versa to juliette.

- as “evidence” points, they were in the heat of the explosion. it’s impossible they survived without interference or a miracle

conclusion

honestly besides the first point, without imagination and hope, it is easy to believe that the two died. however, as it was supposed to be an open ended ending for our own speculations, i just know in my heart something happened in the midst of the explosion. their story is too full of passion and love and survival and grit to end like that, however heroic and romantical it is.

Had a fabulous trip to Verona today seeing Juliets balcony and hearing Andrea Bocelli #verona #juliet #romeoandjuliet #julietsbalcony #italy #italia #dayout #gaytravel #gaystagram #instagay #gayboy #gayguy #gaylife #gayhappy #happygay #gayselfie #gayinitaly #instahappy #instalife

Romeo and Juliet but awesome

(Dia and Corv are @hostilemuppet 's ocs)

This. This sparks joy.

Fanfiction Idea

Along side my two requests I have finally gotten the inspiration I need to actually write the oldest fanfiction I had plans for. Benvolio x Tybalt. It will take place in the modern day with modern language. The two main difference from Romeo and Juliet: 1) it will focus on the love story between the two foils, not the protagonists. 2) Characters will have more than one braincell and actually make slightly more rational decisions than the original.

What she says: I'm fine.

What she means: Why do we never speak about the fact that we don't know what happened to Benvolio after Act III. His last fucking line is "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die." and fucking Shakespeare decided that it would be a great idea to let him out of the play and never speak of him again. He DIED in the Q1 and we never are told how, Lord Montague simply says "and young Benvolio is deceased too." Even though in Q2 at the final scene it says "Enter Lord Montague and others" it is never openly said if he entered along with his uncle or not. His two best friends died, one in his arms and the other was his cousin; he was left alone and Shakespeare didn't even bother tell us his fate. Why couldn't he give him the happy ending he deserved? Why didn't anyone listen to him? Why? There would have been way less death that way.

Juliet (n.l.)

Neville Longbottom x gender neutral! reader

wc: 1.1k

plot: neville has always admired y/n from afar but bumping into one another at dervish & banges might just change everything

pining, fluff

a/n: first gender neutral fic i’ve done! hope i did well 🥺 i love neville he deserves the world. This is based on the song juliet by cavetown. enjoy!

There they go. 

Y/N walking down the halls.

I feel stupid for even thinking they could ever want me. Me? I’m just dumb shy Neville Longbottom. Nothing special about me at all.

But Y/N, 

There are so many things that make them special. The way they carry themself and make heads turn. The way they never let anyone get them down. The way they smile at anyone who makes eye contact with them. The way they laugh. Oh Godric, that laugh. The second I hear it I’m sure it can send me straight to Madam Pomfrey or St. Mungo’s, or even with Godric himself. 

They’re also very kind. Once, I saw a first year run into them and unlike other schoolmates of mine, they didn’t laugh at him or ignore him. They kneeled down to reach his height and asked him with genuine concern about what was wrong. The kid was lost and late to his class. Y/N asked for his timetable and walked with him to his class with no hesitation. 

It’s their kindness that made me like them. 

But of course, no matter how much I’m enamored with them, they’ll never look twice my way. If they do, it’s just to see why a tall lanky kid is standing just staring at them.

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It was a Saturday morning and I agreed to go with Ginny and Luna to go to Hogsmeade. I thought why not buy Gran some gifts while I’m at it. 

The girls and I went our separate ways for a while. They went to Honeydukes while I entered Dervish & Banges, in hopes to find something that will satisfy my Gran. A very picky old woman she is, really. Nonetheless, I still love her very much. She does make great biscuits.

I scan through the racks of robes and capes and pick one out every once in a while. But nothing really screamed Gran. I walked around the shop looking up and down for anything that’ll do. I’ve been looking up too much that I wasn’t able to see the person in front of me. And so we bumped into one another.

“Oh! Sorry.” the voice says.

Godric. I could recognize that voice anywhere. 

NEVILLE. BREATHE. INHALE. EXHALE. 

Look up you bloody idiot. Stop being weird.

I finally look up.

“I-... Sorry I was-... Didn’t.. see-.. Uh.. You.”. Idiot.

“Oh no, it’s fine really. If anything it’s my fault. I wasn’t really paying attention.” I think I’m about to faint. Y/N is in front of me. If I stretch out my hand, I can graze their arm. I probably shouldn’t do that.

“What brings you to Dervish anyways, Neville?” 

Did I actually send myself with Godric? Did she seriously just say my name? Am I dreaming? Dead? How on earth does she know my name? 

“How do you know my name?” I ask nervously. “Well, of course! You’re one of Professor Sprout’s brightest students. I envy you really, I’ve never been good with Herbology. I always seem to ruin whatever plant touches my hands. I always see you though. Doing everything perfectly. It’s amazing how you can do that.” They say while getting shy by the end. 

“You? Envy me? Well, that’s quite impossible. It is I, who envy you. You carry yourself so well and have a lot of great friends. You don’t need to be good at Herbology when people can like you easily.”

“It’s not much sometimes. Having a lot of friends. Most of them don’t even really know me. At least you have Ginny and Luna. You guys seem really close.” “Yeah, we are.” Suddenly the Y/N I knew has changed within a second. They weren’t perfect. Nobody is but I always thought they were.

“I could be your friend.” I blurt out.

“Really? You would do that for me?” “Of course!” I say excitedly. I hold out my hand for a handshake to solidify my promise to be their friend. They pull my arm and grab me in for a hug instead which catches me totally off-guard. Y/N smells amazing. I don’t want to be a creep but I really can’t help it when they’re this close to me. This also might be one of the best hugs I’ve ever received. 

After a while we lean back and just stare at each other with sheepish smiles.

They put their hands on their hips, and tilt their chin upwards, “So, friend, what’s our first adventure?”. “Umm, I’m actually here to buy something for my Nana but I’m not the best person for any fashion decisions so mentally, I’ve hit a dead end.”

“Well, you’re in luck Longbottom! Right in front of you is Hogwarts’ most stylish student!” They suddenly start going around the shop, touching every colored or printed coat they see.

“Does she like pink?” “Hates it.”

“How about animal print?” “Not at all” “Oh come on! Not even cute small claw prints?!” They return the coat with frustration and takes another look around the shop. They spot something by the top shelves and quickly calls the worker to reach it for us.

The worker brings it to us and it’s a deep green knee-length coat with subtle details. “This is perfect! Oh she’ll love this!” I bring it to the cashier quickly and pay for it. Gran might not scream at me when I get home because of this.

As I turn away from the counter, Y/N is in front of me, arms crossed with a proud smile. “How did I do new friend?” “Amazing. Thank you Y/N, really.” “Of course Neville, glad to.”

We walk out of the shop, the cold snowy breeze engulfing us quickly. We hug our coats and scarves tighter to us to battle this evil wind. They hook their arm through mine and suddenly warmth is introduced to my side. As we’re walking towards the castle, Y/N shakes my arm.

“Since we’re friends now. I have a confession to make” My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my body. Oh Merlin, this was all a harsh prank on me isn’t it? Stupid Neville Longbottom thought he actually befriended the amazing Y/N. 

“Uhh sure. What is it?”

“I’ve actually wanted to be friends with you for a long time now. I always see you around even if you had your head down. I’ve always liked your hair, brown and fluffy. I’d just sit there in the library and think ‘Wow, he’s so pretty.’ And now that you’re here beside me, you really are. I hope you know how amazing you are Neville Longbottom. Thank you for wanting to be my friend.” 

Stunned. Shocked. Surprised. Anxious. Confused. Surprised, again. 

“Oh wow. I-... Uhm.. thank you, Y/N. No one has ever really…. said that to me. Thank you, and I think you’re amazing too” I smile at them. I think I’ve never felt this happy in my life before. Nothing could ever ruin this moment. 

“WAIT! OH NO! I’VE FORGOTTEN GINNY AND LUNA!” 

GNOMEO AND JULIET

I finally draw something that has more color!!

I was actually happy that gnomeo and juliet finally got the attention on tiktok it brings so much nostalgia.

Perşembe

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William Shakespeare -Romeo ve Juliet

Koyu kahve saçlı,

Umut bakışlıydı.

Yok yere gülümserdi çoğu zaman...

Yıldız gibi olan dişleri evreni toplayan vücuduna nasıl da uyumluydu bir bilse...

Ah sevgilim, ben Shakespeare'e inanırdım, ta ki seni görene kadar

Senin güzelliğindir kıskanç Ayı ve parlak Güneşi kendinden utandıran...

Romeo ve Juliet senin yanında yalnızca tarihteki sıradan bir olay...

Ve bense sadece sevmekten usanmayan...

-I wanna make

A colour that no one else has seen before

I wanna be so much more...

-But I need to understand

When I can power through

And when I need some help from you

When I should stand my ground

And when I need to just sit down

Sometimes I act like I know

But I’m really just a kid,

With two corks in his eyes

And a bully in his head...

Tumblr giving us the best™ jokes

entwine + sacrifice 🖤

thank you destiny! ♡ i was about to say it was hard to choose for who but then i had an epiphany, meaning this is quite a reach regarding the prompts but oh well

[ entwine ] for one muse to hold the other’s hand + [ sacrifice ] for one muse to get hurt protecting the other — juliet & lucifer. (& solomon.)

It flashes past his eyes, this memory of life gone by.

Of hers, not his. He still remembers perfectly, each smell and sound and sight, burned into a thousand year-old mind.

It started as she had bartered entrance at the gate. He hadn't been informed, not right away, but soon the wasteland, the ash and dust and bleeding skies, began to smell of blooming buds, of fruit and filtered air.

The scent had made his teeth feel strange, a pain that traveled down into the bone, then up and up and up, through flesh and blood, into the blinded eye of God. A father always watches.

Soon he learned that unlike him, she cannot remember; so he bears her burden too.

He never speaks of sunlit heavens, of ancient trees or bitten apples. No hinting words, no please remember, no this was your fault, too. He envies the magician. The secret that he keeps is one half of a whole, a rib ripped out, the one she seeks the missing piece.

He had watched them then, among the fruit and filtered air, under the sunlit heavens right below the ancient tree. He had watched her bite the apple, then had to watch him bite it, too. This isn't what he wanted. He had watched them stand before the blessed court, had watched him hold her hand and bear the verdict, too. For dust you are, to dust you will return.

Then, of course, the gates were closed. Held hands were torn apart, and their secrets had been taken. One bone snapped in two, scattered all across an empty earth.

Soon he learned that unlike him, she cannot remember; to this day he wishes it had been his hand that she held.