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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

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( PSA. )

this blog is being archived!!

you can now find hamlet @shxkesquad

#psa #// i had too many shakespeare blogs so i made a multimuse for all of them

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// guys pls. pls send me spring awakening starter memes. i need this.

#ooc

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#{ About } #// this is so hamlet im screaming

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“ O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend     The brightest heaven of invention,     A kingdom for a stage, princes to act     And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! ”

independent Shakespeare roleplay blogs, written by SAM

#shakespeare rp #literature rp #classics rp #indie rp #self promo

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@fromverona liked for a starter.

Hamlet was bored. These southern trips always went heavily with him. Verona was far too hot for his tastes; he was used to the icy north of Denmark, the farthest south he’d willingly go was Wittenberg. Still, off he was always sent, as a bartering chip or an ambassador, the young and handsome prince. And of course, he was expected to play the part. Speak well. Smile politely. Nod. Torture.

He’d managed to find a moment alone as his uncle left to speak of some secret matters with the head of the house. Why he had been sent off with Claudius was beyond him, but his father was too busy so other arrangements had to be made. Hamlet blew a strand of hair out of his face, kicked a stone across the courtyard, shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled. It felt good.

A slight movement to his left alerted him that he was not alone. He tossed his head carelessly to the side to see the young daughter of Capulet. Quickly, he straightened his spine and rearranged his features into a pleasant, guileless expression.

“Oh. Hello,” he greeted her politely, smile taut.

#v: 'sweet' prince #fromverona #( hey!! )

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“ HERE’S MUCH TO DO WITH HATE, BUT MORE WITH LOVE.   WHY THEN O BRAWLING LOVE? O LOVING HATE? ”

indie & selective Romeo Montague from Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet written by SAM

#( promo ) #self promo #// can't stop won't stop

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“ NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS, BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBERED. ”

private & selective indie OPHELIA from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, written by SAM

#( promo ) #// on a hamlet kick but i need to be on a softer muse for a while

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// we’re doing hamlet in like two of my classes rn and i have so much muse send me memes or like for a starter?

#ooc #starter call

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Spring Awakening Lyrics Roleplay Ask Meme

❛ All that’s known in history, in science — overthrown. ❜ ❛ You doubt them, and soon they bark and hound you. ❜ ❛ All they say is  ‘trust in what is written. ❜ ❛ Wars are made, and somehow that is wisdom. ❜ ❛ Thought is suspect and money is their idol. ❜ ❛ And nothing is okay unless it’s scripted in their Bible. ❜ ❛ But I know there’s so much more to find just in looking through myself, and not at them. ❜ ❛ Still, I know to trust my own true mind. ❜ ❛ Name the stars and know their dark returning. ❜ ❛ Just watch me. ❜   ❛ God, I dreamed there was an angel who could hear me through the wall. ❜ ❛ This is so not life at all. Help me out, out of this nightmare. ❜ ❛ Just give it time, kid. ❜ ❛ Let me teach you how to handle all the sadness in your soul. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living. ❜ ❛ God, my whole life’s like some test. ❜ ❛ It’s like, just kiss some ass, man. Then you can screw ‘em all. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and living in your head. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and sensing God is dead. ❜ ❛ It’s the bitch of living and knowing this is it. ❜ ❛ God, is this it? This can’t be it. ❜ ❛ Oh God, what a bitch! ❜ ❛ It’s almost like loving. Sad as that is. ❜ ❛ It’s like I’m your lover or more like your ghost. ❜ ❛ I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go. ❜ ❛ I try and just kick it but what can I do. ❜ ❛ It’s chill in the wind but it’s warm in your arms. ❜ ❛ I love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong. ❜   ❛ I ride on the rush, all the hopes, all the dreams. ❜ ❛ I may be neglecting the things I should do. ❜ ❛ You. You. You. ❜ ❛ No more whispering anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just like that. ❜ ❛ God, that’s so nice. ❜ ❛ No more weeping anymore. ❜ ❛ Touch me, all silent. ❜ ❛ Tell me, please, ‘all is forgiven’. ❜ ❛ Touch me — just try it. ❜ ❛ I’ll love you right. ❜ ❛ Just too unreal, all this. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of your body? ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word of my wanting? ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your wound. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna bruise you. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my bruise. ❜ ❛ Watching his/her/their/your world slip through my fist. ❜ ❛ Haven’t you heard the word – how I want you? ❜ ❛ I wanna be strong. I want the world to find out. ❜ ❛ Truly it touched me — it did — that you would think of me as a friend. ❜ ❛ Uh huh…uh huh…uh huh…well, fine. ❜ ❛ Not like it’s even worth the time. ❜   ❛ But still, you know, you wanted more. ❜ ❛ Sorry, it won’t change — been there before. ❜ ❛ A thousand bucks, I’m, like, scott free. ❜ ❛ By now you know the score. ❜ ❛ You’re gonna crash and burn. ❜ ❛ You toe the line. ❜ ❛ They’re not my home, not anymore. ❜ ❛ In any case, I assure you that your present misfortune will have no effect on my feelings for you. ❜ ❛ Okay, so nothing’s changed — heard that before. ❜ ❛ I am unchangingly, and most fondly yours. ❜ ❛ Just fuck it, right? Enough, that’s it. ❜ ❛ Another day of utter shit. ❜ ❛ Flip on a switch, and everything’s fine. ❜ ❛ But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind. ❜ ❛ Awful sweet to be a little butterfly. Just wingin’ over things, and nothing deep inside. ❜ ❛ I don’t do sadness. ❜ ❛ And who can say what dreams are? ❜ ❛ And who can say what we are? ❜ ❛ Can’t help the itch to touch, to kiss to hold ____ once again. ❜ ❛ All things ____ never did are left behind. ❜ ❛ When we look back, thirty years from now, tonight will seem unbelievably…beautiful. ❜ ❛ I thought perhaps, we’d only talk — ❜ ❛ So, are you sorry we…? ❜ ❛ I love you, _____, as I have never loved anyone! ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be wounded. ❜ ❛ Oh, you’re gonna be my wound. ❜ ❛ Oh you’re gonna bruise too. ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m gonna be your bruise. ❜ ❛ Such a shame. Such a sin. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve known and lost, still walk behind you. ❜ ❛ Those you’ve pained may carry that still with them. ❜ ❛ You’ve left them far behind. ❜ ❛ There’s a way through this. ❜ ❛ There’s so much more to find — another dream, another love you’ll hold. ❜ ❛ On your way you are not alone. ❜

#ask meme #// omg pls guys #// pleeeeease #long post //

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philosophiie:

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“I never said I didn’t believe you.” A small smile, Horatio’s gaze steadily fixed on Hamlet.

Hamlet gave Horatio a strange look. “ I suppose … ”

#v: quintessence of dust #philosophiie