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I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
(Source: dont-blink-korra, via derpyanthropologist)
That was the most informative thing I have ever been told by a duck
And I have been told a lot of things by ducks.
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Eugenia Volodina in ‘Couture’
Photographer: Steven Meisel
Ensemble: Christian Dior Haute Couture S/S 2003
Vogue Italia March 2003
Apparently this is “fashion”. WHY
(via souveraine)
Bird Uses Battle Axe to Finish Off Opponent
You will one day be king.
Guys. Guys. Imagine a battalion of these. Imagine a battle between action figures and parakeets. One day this will be a movie.
ACT I SCENE I
The battlements of Elsinore Castle.
Enter HAMLET, followed by GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush!
HAMLET: Yer?
GHOST: I was fucked!
(Exit GHOST.)
HAMLET: O Fuck.
(Exit HAMLET.)
SCENE II
The Throneroom.
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, HAMLET and COURT.
CLAUDIUS: Oi! You, Hamlet, give over!
HAMLET: Fuck off, won’t you?
(Exit CLAUDIUS, GERTRUDE, COURT.)
HAMLET: (Alone) They could have fucking waited.
(Enter HORATIO.)
HORATIO: Oi! Watcha cock!
HAMLET: Weeeeey!
(Exeunt.)
SCENE III
Ophelia’s Bedroom.
Enter OPHELIA and LAERTES.
LAERTES: I’m fucking off now. Watch Hamlet doesn’t slip you one while I’m gone.
OPHELIA: I’ll be fucked if he does.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE IV
The Battlements.
Enter HORATIO, HAMLET and GHOST.
GHOST: Oi! Mush, get on with it!
HAMLET: Who did it then?
GHOST: That wanker Claudius. He poured fucking poison in my fucking ear!
HAMLET: Fuck me!
(Exeunt.)
ACT II SCENE I
A corridor in the castle.
Enter HAMLET reading. Enter POLONIUS.
POLONIUS: Oi! You!
HAMLET: Fuck off, grandad!
(Exit POLONIUS. Enter ROSENCRANZ and GUILDENSTERN.)
ROS & GUILD: Oi! Oi! Mucca!
HAMLET: Fuck off, the pair of you!
(Exit ROS & GUILD.)
HAMLET: (Alone) To fuck or be fucked.
(Enter OPHELIA.)
OPHELIA: My Lord!
HAMLET: Fuck off to a nunnery!
(The exit in different directions.)
ACT III SCENE I
The Throne Room.
Enter PLAYERS and all COURT.
I PLAYER: Full thirty times hath Phoebus cart…
CLAUDIUS: I’ll be fucked if I watch any more of this crap.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE II
Gertrude’s Bedchamber.
Enter HAMLET, to GERTRUDE.
HAMLET: Oi! Slag!
GERTRUDE: Watch your fucking mouth, kid!
POLONIUS: (From behind the curtain) Too right.
HAMLET: Who the fuck was that?
(He stabs POLONIUS through the arras.)
POLONIUS: Fuck!
HAMLET: Fuck! I thought it was that other wanker.
(Exeunt.)
ACT IV SCENE I
A Court Room.
CLAUDIUS: Fuck off to England then!
HAMLET: Delighted, mush.
SCENE II
The Throne Room.
OPHELIA, GERTRUDE and CLAUDIUS.
OPHELIA: Here, cop a whack of this.
(She hands GERTRUDE some rosemary and exits.)
CLAUDIUS: She’s fucking round the twist, isn’t she?
GERTRUDE: (Looking out the window) There is a willow grows aslant the brook.
CLAUDIUS: Get on with it, slag.
GERTRUDE: Ophelia’s gone and fucking drowned!
CLAUDIUS: Fuck! Laertes isn’t half going to be browned off.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE III
A Corridor.
LAERTES: (Alone) I’m going to fucking do this lot.
(Enter CLAUDIUS.)
CLAUDIUS: I didn’t fucking do it, mate. It was that wanker Hamlet.
LAERTES: Well, fuck him.
ACT V SCENE I
Hamlet’s Bedchamber.
HAMLET and HORATIO seated.
HAMLET: I got this feeling I’m going to cop it, Horatio, and you know, I couldn’t give a flying fuck.
(Exeunt.)
SCENE II
Large Hall.
Enter HAMLET, LAERTES, COURT, GERTRUDE, CLAUDIUS.
LAERTES: Oi, wanker: let’s get on with it.
HAMLET: Delighted, fuckface.
(They fight and both are poisoned by the poisoned sword.)
LAERTES: Fuck!
HAMLET: Fuck!
(The QUEEN drinks.)
GERTRUDE: Fucking odd wine!
CLAUDIUS: You drunk the wrong fucking cup, you stupid cow!
HAMLET: (Pouring the poison down CLAUDIUS’S throat) Well, fuck you!
CLAUDIUS: I’m fair and squarely fucked.
LAERTES: Oi, mush: no hard feelings, eh?
HAMLET: Yer.
(LAERTES dies.)
HAMLET: Oi! Horatio!
HORATIO: Yer?
HAMLET: I’m fucked. The rest is fucking silence.
(HAMLET dies.)
HORATIO: Fuck: that was no ordinary wanker, you know.
(Enter FORTINBRAS.)
FORTINBRAS: What the fuck’s going on here?
HORATIO: A fucking mess, that’s for sure.
FORTINBRAS: No kidding. I see Hamlet’s fucked.
HORATIO: Yer.
FORTINBRAS: Fucking shame: fucking good bloke.
HORATIO: Too fucking right.
FORTINBRAS: Fuck this for a lark then. Let’s piss off.
(Exeunt with alarums.)
Skinhead Hamlet, which my professor read aloud to our class as a conclusion to our unit on Hamlet. (via lordbyronsbloomers)
This is beautiful. It’s all that Hamlet is, really.
Who isTris Prior?
(via roesreads)
Friendly reminder that this is canon.
TAMAKI CANNOT HANDLE THE EMOTIONAL BEAUTY THAT IS HIS WEDDING.
AND HARUHI EXPECTED NO LESS.
Oh, you.
This is beautiful. It’s just… Tamaki.
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I THOUGHT THIS WAS KIDDING SOGMLASG
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Publication: French Revue de Modes
Issue: #20 Spring/Summer 2012
Title: A Beautiful Lie
Model: Martha Streck
Photography: Taka Mayumi
Styling: Sohei Yoshida
Sometimes fashion just doesn’t make sense.
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