shakespeare’s character descriptions/stage directions/contexts are so vague it makes me so happy. wanna make Laertes hamlet’s ex boyfriend? doesn’t say HE’S NOT. wanna make juliet a trans girl? WHERE IN THE SCIRPT DOES IT SAY SHE ISN’T??? fucking put King Lear in SPACE set that shit on the enterprise THERE ARE NO RULES IN SHAKESPEARE
The best part is that pretty much all of the fights are “they fight” with no mention of whether it’s with swords or throwing knives or kung-fu or if they just do the slappy-hands thing at each other.
the only rule in shakespeare is that a bear must show up in the winter’s tale. could be a grizzly. polar. panda. hell, antigonus could’ve wandered into a gay club.
ok but imagine louis strutting around saying lestat had it coming when he set him on fire, Chicago, Cell Block Tango style, imagine that interview no wonder daniel was so sweaty
“Have you looked in a mirror lately?”
“What’s a mirror?”
“That’s your comeback?”
“No, like- I don’t know what a mirror is because I’m a vampire.”
“Vampires can see mirrors. They can’t see reflections.”
“Hey! I may be a vampire, but I am ALSO a dumbass!”
Instead of giving way to despair, I took the way of active melancholy as long as I had strength for activity, or in other words, I preferred the melancholy that hopes and aspires and searches to the one that despairs, mournful and stagnant.
lots of artists can fill their work with aching homosexual tension, but no one else can make the impending sodomy look quite as classy and exquisitely dressed as Leyendecker can. God bless you, sir.
I-want-my-IWTV 