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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
Mercutio would be fantastic at writing essays, he knows how to make an exit and a point.
Escalus, sick and tired: If you’re with the Montagues, why don’t you wear blue?
Mercutio: I look fantastic in purple.
Do you guys think id make a good missionary and/or salesman?
TJSJXKKDJW GLADLY OMFG OK SO there’s a French musical based on romeo and juliet called roméo et juliette and there’s SO MANY EMOTIONS and SO MANY GOOD SONGS
the choreography is fantastic, the lighting and set design is a work of art all on its own, the songs are all gorgeous not to mention the actors singing them,,,, omfg, think jesus christ superstar but it’s french and abt romeo and juliet sndjjdjjxjsja
and the best part???? ITS FREE ON YOUTUBE IN LIKE A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT LANGUAGES
Heres the French 2001 version
French 2010
Hungarian
Russian
AND THERES MORE TOO!!!
idk what else to say man it’s phenomenal and beautiful and I wish i could find words to talk abt it for days
Do you guys think id make a good missionary and/or salesman?
Benvolio: Just... why?
Mercutio: I get asked that a lot and I find that the answer is often ’I thought it would be funny’.
Every time I see ‘Benvolio’ my eyes light up and I feel joy, if only for a moment
Every Friend Group Should Include... (Shakespeare’s Plays Edition)
big titty identity crisis- comedy of errors sweet but no brain- midsummer night's dream omnipotent god- twelfth night wine stepmom- julius caesar encyclopedia BITCH- much ado about nothing the one with goals- macbeth unbridled rage- hamlet rich- romeo and juliet
Benvolio: Aren't you lactose intolerant?
Romeo: This isn't lactose- it's milk.
Mercutio: You're a fucking idiot
I never noticed rundj Romeo’s cunty ball boots
fuck this post and happy birthday juliet capulet!!!
One word: oof.
(a very small tyvolio thing, filled with more angst than any 300 words can deserve.
Seriously, I want to write. And I need new ideas before making all the possible character I can ship tybalt with deal with the outcome of the duel.) (yes, yes, I'm working on the other chapters of the Fae au, and on the big thing, and the 5+1.i still want more ideas.)
It felt strange sometimes, benvolio remembered blaming Romeo for falling in love with juliet, when he first fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. But how can you stop your heart from beating so fast everytime you see an angel walking down the streets? He, who never really believed in God, he called him an angel just for his look. He said, many times, some painters must have had visions of him when painting those winged creatures, dreams on curly blond hair flying in the wind. He loved the reaction he always received back from those words. The way tybalt suddenly turned shy, the smile, the light blush on his cheeks.
How hypocrite to blame Romeo. Or maybe-- maybe now he could blame him for some other reasons, now he could really blame him.
The wound on mercutio wasn't as bad as they thought, he bled, sure, but he wasn't going to die, friar Lawrence made sure he knew that before running back to Romeo.
If only--if only he had run a little faster. He stopped short as soon as he entered the square. Romeo's dagger went in, slid deep in Tybalt's chest and benvolio froze. Other capulets divided the two, dragged romeo away while a man, long hair, dirty blond, someone benvolio saw many times by tybalt's side, gently laid him on the ground, holding him, a hand brushing on his face and hair. Tybalt's hand fell on the street and the man looked up briefly, despair, grief written in his eyes, he met benvolio's eyes and that was all he needed to know. He ran there to stop them, to tell them both that mercutio would be fine. He ran-- he wasn't fast enough and now...
"no..." his voice came out strangled, he took a few steps before falling on his knees, tears once again streaming down his face. He had time to save mercutio, why had he been so slow this time? He stretched a hand out, grabbed tybalt's, squeezed it lightly before dragging himself closer and putting his forehead on the still chest ignoring everyone around them. Ignoring romeo, capulets and Montagues alike.
He was dead. Tybalt was dead because he couldn't run faster. It was his fault.
Hey guys remember that time I was obsessed with French musicals because sometimes I still think about 2000′s Tybalt and how his hair was allowed to be this good
Hi tumblr I started animaticing the duel. I’m insane so I want to have the scene before hand as well. Was only able to finish the pre-scene before school starts back up again, but hopefully I’ll continue over winter break! Incase I don’t lmaoo ^^^
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Made this a while ago and forgot to share
Based on this
Redraw of that duel scene in the German r/j musical
Two bad bitches waiting for their husbands to die
