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((Nobody asked for this. But it’s been in my head pretty much since the RMC started watching the show, so since we’re almost done with the series, I had to get it out. Meta as hell, and OOC, probably. Apologies to Shakespeare, and for all the things I got wrong.))
“And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.”
Macbeth stands at the edge of his fate, and he is afraid. His fear swirls around him like a fog, blurring the castle and the plain and leaving him completely alone. A tiny thought slinks across his mind- his wife, his queen. If only she was here. But she isn’t. He heard her… No, he heard those women, and someone told him… He can’t remember what they said now. But his wife, and those women, must be kept safe. Macduff could very well take his revenge on her, on anyone in his enemy’s castle.
Macbeth looks around, but he is alone. His view is still odd, everything seeming flat and insubstantial. He has to find someone, command them to lead the women to safety. He walks, and the castle blurs more with each step. He hears a voice barking orders that sounds like him, but isn’t him. He stops when everything around him is a faint vapor. He looks and reels at the sight of faces in the dark. People- not enemies, not allies. Watchers. Macbeth turns and runs from them, and he stumbles and staggers over uneven ground. He breaks through the vapor and onto a grassy moor beneath a star-filled sky.
(Source: what-is-love, via mermaids-and-anchors)
English clouds showing how to properly queue over Hull and the Humber Estuary.
Aw, Hull. I spent three months there in 2007. Good times.
TARDIS at The Way Station in Brooklyn. It’s the entrance to the bathroom. DON’T BLINK (or you’ll pee on the floor).
XDDD I’ve been here!
Oh good, you’re awake.
Joan’s quest for a decent nap continues…
(Source: monkeyknifefight, via zombres)
if gatsby wrote a letter to nick it would be addressed to “old sport” because i firmly believe gatsby doesnt know nicks name