#shakepseare

Ophelia and Jerky (mascot for the Hoopeston, Illinois Cornjerkers) in the role of Hamlet.

❝Sans Changer, Never Changing❜

I think at this point our fandom knows, i’m a sucker for Shakespeare’s histories. Due to the fact, I love English/European history. I honestly love how he makes the 3 sons of York true to how they were in real life. Well he did somewhat. 

George was a drunk, but he wasn’t an idiot, he was a skilled warrior, Edward wasn’t just a sex addict, he loved music, science, poetry, learning. And Richard well, Richard is Richard. He was disabled his entire life, yet, he still fought in battles, and ruled the North Of England. Yet, he murdered 2 children. 2 children who he was related to. Not only that, the 3 of them went through losses and gains. 

And Shakespeare shows that. He shows them suffer, and them gain. And how complex people in power are. They often choose the lesser of 2 evils. Anyway, enough with my rambling on moral codes and corruption in politics.

However Richard loved Anne dearly, and he loved their son Edward, he loved her so much. She was his rock, his sanity, his person.

Who stole away the bride of spring

Of summer

Of warmth

And infused starlight into her veins

And coated her in galaxies.

He was the dreamer,

The wisher,

Reaching his hands out to something that could not belong to him,

She was his salvation-

And he would destroy worlds for her.

He would lay his kingdom at her feet,

Drop to his knees where the stars and mountains lingered,

And offer himself up to her-

Unworthy, death incarnate-

He'd pluck every star from the sky,

Break down every wall,

To tell her that he could hardly breathe when she moved

And he would rather die than to be without her.

He spent all his time dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

That when she told him she loved him, all he could say was,

I am unworthy but i will build and break and destroy and create for

You.

For you, I kneel.

For you, anything.

Everything.

Always."

- Rhysand

Loki | Avengers and Thor

William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,