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#'shall i compare thee to a summer's day'
favoritejohn · 10 months
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out there living his hot boy summer 🍒
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sarcasmandships · 1 year
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pete wentz could write sonnet 18 but shakespeare couldn’t write bang the doldrums
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where-is-vivian · 11 months
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
is finally out! Enjoy.
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thanks @aithusarosekiller for the original prompt (here)
thanks @murderoushagthesequel for the beta and the support!!
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brainwormcity · 4 months
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If you haven't listened to Michael Sheen reciting 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' with headphones on, you're missing out.
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steakout-05 · 2 months
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i have crafted an ancient relic
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(based off this TF2 misunderstandings meme)
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byebyebichette · 7 months
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he is my totodile💙
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abattoirstars · 1 month
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working out that the cold reactor chorus is in iambic pentameter and that means you can sing shakespeare's sonnets to them
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"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate..."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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happilyhadesbound · 2 months
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i would like to remind everyone that Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day was written for the Earl of Southampton
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chaiforteacher · 9 months
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whiskeysorrows · 1 year
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People read really Shakespeare and expect that man to be straight. He was literally the original Wattpad girlie; y'all won't find any straightness there
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sennamybeloved · 2 years
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// gift giving!
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~ ship; mary-beth gaskill x fox (s/i)
~ word count; 980-ish
~ authors note; women..............i love women. also i'm sorry if arthur's dialogue feels unnatural, i did not put as much thought into his characterization as i did mary-beth's. also i did not and will not proofread so i cannot gauge the quality of this fic.
~ reblogs appreciated!
“Fox! Miss Fox!” They hear Mary-Beth calling from across the camp. 
As they hear her footsteps approach, they finally put down the piece of wood they’ve been whittling for the past hour and turn around to face her. “Yes?”
Mary-Beth comes to a halt in front of them. She has an expression on her face that’s bright and warm, like sunshine, and she’s visibly excited over… something. Likely the thing she’s cupping in hands.
“I found somethin’ neat while I was in town! I thought you would like it…” she crouches down next to them. She slowly opens her hands, unveiling a small, semi-translucent purple crystal. From all of the books they’ve read, Fox can easily identify this stone as Amethyst, but… it’s quite rare to see it around here. In shops, in the ground, anywhere.
“Where did you get this?” They look up at Mary-Beth, wearing a slight-yet-genuine smile on their face.
“There was a vender sellin’ little trinkets and collectors items. He had a buncha cool stuff, but I’ve heard you talk about crystals a lot, so…”
Fox plucks the crystal from her open palm, holding it up to the light so they can inspect it. It’s as genuine as genuine can be… as far as they can tell.
“Mary, this is beautiful.” They muse, their smile widening. “Looks authentic, too. Fantastic find!”
She blooms under their praise, her cheeks reddening as she begins fidgeting with her hands.  “I’m glad y’ like it, Fox.”
They admire it for a moment longer, before turning to face Mary-Beth with a tiny smirk playing on their lips. “How much do you think this would’ve cost?” They ask.
“20 bucks.” She answers simply. “I’d know—I paid for it.”
Fox’s eyes widen. “You paid for this? Oh, now I’m even more honored. First time I’ve ever seen you pay for something, I think.”
She laughs aloud; a beautiful sound, like the chiming of silver bells of a tune from an expensive opera piano. It makes their heart skip.
“Oh shush, you have too seen me pay for things!” She gives their arm a playful shove. “I just… prefer robbin’ over payin’. You do too. We all do!”
“Simmer down missy, I never said it was a bad thing.” Fox chuckles.
They finally decide to pocket the crystal, stowing it away where it’ll be safe and they don’t risk losing it. Until they can get it back to their tent, that is. They then shift their attention—and their unwavering gratitude—towards Mary-Beth, who sits on the grass beside them, staring up at them with glimmering forest green eyes.
The afternoon sun highlights every detail of her beautiful face, from her thick, almost doll-like eyelashes to her freckled face, from the slight curve of her nose to the fullness of her cheeks. She’s gorgeous. Oh, so gorgeous. It nearly takes Fox’s breath away.
After a long moment, they finally find their words: “Thank you, Mary.” They whisper, cupping her face and pressing a gentle kiss on the bridge of her nose. 
She giggles sweetly, placing her hands over theirs and pressing their foreheads together. “It’s no problem at all, darling.”
They remain like that for a moment longer, nuzzling into each other as they bask in the moment… until they are (quite rudely) interrupted by a certain camp member's commentary.
“Good to see the lovebirds out and about.” Fox sighs and squeezes their eyes shut. Fucking Arthur.
“This is a private conversation, Morgan” They say to him, reluctantly pulling away from Mary-Beth’s touch so that they can get a better look at him.
“What’s so private about smoochin’ in the middle of camp?” He retaliates. Fox rolls their eyes.
“I guess not much, friend. Now could you leave us alone?” They snap back, and Arthur is quick to take the hint—as he usually is. I suppose that’s an upside to his nosey nature; when you tell him to piss off, he does.
Once he backs off, resuming his stroll around camp, Fox shifts their attention back to Mary-Beth. She doesn’t look at all bothered by the intrusion. As a matter of fact, she looks rather amused.
“Strange man, that one is.” Fox huffs.
“You’re a strange man too, Fox.” Mary-Beth replies, punctuating her words by pecking them on the lips. “Besides… perhaps Arthur was right. Maybe we should move this to one of our tents.”
They shrug. “Yeah, I guess. Any chores you should be doing right now?”
She shakes her head. “What about you?”
“Clearly not, since I’ve been carving a stick for the past however long. Till you showed up.”
With that, the pair rises to their feet. Mary-Beth takes Fox’s hand. Hers is much softer and more delicate than theirs, but they fit together so perfectly. They begin meandering towards her tent, attempting to avoid the prying eyes of camp members that may or may not need something from them.
Mary-Beth goes unchecked, but unfortunately, Fox catches Hosea’s eye. “Fox! Can you go help Arthur take care of the horses, please? I haven’t seen you up and moving all day.”
Fox lets out a loud and over-dramatic groan of annoyance. They just can’t have a moment without interruption today, can they? They reluctantly release their girlfriend’s hand, putting over to the horses, past Hosea, away from Mary-Beth’s tent. 
“Love can wait, Fox. Life, however, cannot.” Hosea commentates. They reply with a small, agitated ‘mhm’ and little else.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Fox!” Mary-Beth calls out. They glance over their shoulder to see her waving exuberantly. “Don’t take too long!”
That makes them smile and pick up their pace. Yeah, they will see her in a bit… which should inspire them to move through this faster; more diligently. That way, they can get back to her faster, and they can resume where they had left off. Who knew romance could be such an effective motivator? 
However, her newfound positivity is soon dulled by a familiar voice. 
“Good ol’ Hosea.” Arthur says, walking past Fox with a bale of hay in his arms.
“Shut up, Morgan.”
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babybearnini · 1 year
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Every year I say "ain't no way kai can get any finer" and every year he does
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where-is-vivian · 10 months
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aww it reminds me of tsd (with the close-ups and all)
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cavaliant · 1 year
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The thing about Siggy cringeposting his 9001 soppy romantic musings that would get me running far away from any real guy spouting them is that he unironically 100% means every single cheesy word
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safebannie · 2 years
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did Shakespeare in class today. if y’all didn’t already know I was a melty gooey heart eyes mess when it comes to romance then the way my face split in half when my teacher read “shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” would have told you all you need to know
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