morifinwiel
princesshamlet-deactivated20210
not shakespearean as in thou-speak and neck ruffles and dudes holding skulls but shakespearean as in the action of immortalizing your beloved in written word
i’m talking shakespearean like “not marble, nor the guilded monuments // of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme; // but you shall shine more bright in these contents // than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.” (sonnet 55) and i’m just making sure you hear me when i say shakespearean as in “if thou dist ever hold me in thy heart // absent thee from felicity awhile // and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain //to to tell my story.” (hamlet act V scene II) oh and i’m definitely emphasizing shakespearean like “so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, // so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.” (sonnet 18)
the original usage of the word “slut” has nothing to do with sex, actually – it meant “dirty, untidy, slovenly.” so a person who was a bad housekeeper or was messy, prone to living in filth was “sluttish” or a “slut.” (it, along with “slattern,” which had an original meaning very similar, both tended over the years to acquire the sexual meaning and to apply mostly/solely to women, because a lot of negative words do. because that’s sexism, babey.)
so in the quoted text above, time is sluttish because it is, metaphorically speaking, a bad housekeeper – because of time, things decay and go dull and no longer shine out bright and gilded, and are “besmear’d” with the accumulated detritus of the years.
good-omens-fan-comics
nonpanary
I saw this post by @steveandbucky and I loved it so much I had to draw it!!
also you can clearly tell i was running out of time bc each panel becomes less and less detailed asdhgj
ineffableplan
moki-dokie
Crowley: Hmm, I wonder… *clicks his fingers*
Aziraphale: *quietly reading in the back of his shop*: Hnghargh!
Crowley: *staring at his fingers* Huh……so I can miracle orgasms.
Aziraphale: CROWLEY!!!!!
strangelyineffable
smiling-like-a-snake
Title: et vertice sidera tangam (and i will reach the stars with the crown of my head)
summary: Angelic hymns had always been about creation, had always been about Her. When their grace was ripped away, Raphael couldn’t hear their songs in the universe.
But they could hear humans.
And humans love to sing.
rating: teen
chapter: 1/3
windmillcrusader
melancholysage
I’m going to make a new font called Times New Bastard
It’s Times New Roman but every seventh letter is jarringly sans serif
With one line you activated every bone in my body and all of them are in attack mode
enby-distortion
vampire-valentines
look ! its garbage and bees knees
you really nailed the energy and i’m love
THE DYNAMIC
fishyfishyfishtimes
mallsharks
coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you
he hates sea bunny?
AND leaf sheep??
forsomebodyssake
rem-ir
bunjywunjy
