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#Juliet x Mercutio
deadpanchaos · 4 months
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querlq · 2 months
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I know how boys like you taste— like unshed tears and pent up rage.
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enbysiriusblack · 3 months
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i love how mercutio is shipped with like. every man. i see mercutio/benvolio, mercutio/romeo, mercutio/tybalt. man is so gay but no one can agree on who he's actually gay for.
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gavindna · 1 month
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Rest in peace mercutio you would have LOVED lil nas x
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shakesqueers13 · 6 months
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Curious about y’all’s queer R&J takes:
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spindlesaurus-rex · 1 month
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I want a version of Romeo and Juliet where the Prince goes fucking OFF in his speech after Mercutio’s death.
I want a Benvolio who is weeping as he explains what’s happened, who is trying to hide his
I want actors who take the general iambic regularity of Benvolio’s speech and the slightly less regular metre of Prince’s pronouncement as evidence of the attempt at controlled performance but who just jump on the Caesurae of lines like ‘who, all as hot, turns deadly point on point’ or the messiness of ‘of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled’ if they’re Benvolio and then contrast that with the insane regularity of ‘this is the truth or let Benvolio die.’
And I want a prince who fucking jumps to finish that half line of Montague’s with ‘and for that offense/ immediately we do exile him hence’ and then loses it for the next two lines which cannot be contained by metre but are balanced in rhyme.
I’ve just always loved the way the Prince’s speech juxtaposes the ‘hearts’ proceedings’ of the feud with ‘my blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding’ and the way he cannot speak of Mercutio but personally, the way he speaks of the feud as the proceedings of their heart but of Mercutio as his blood, essential to himself.
Also Mercutio and Benvolio should kiss and I will say more about that if anyone literally looks in my direction.
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emotinalsupportturtle · 4 months
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Loosing my mind over this…
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honeylemonntea · 1 year
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rorygilmoreh4ter · 5 months
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this is exactly how i see mercutio and benvolio’s dynamic
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Why. In. The. World. Are. There. People. That. Ship. Mercutio. And. Tybalt? Why?? Whyyyyyyyy???? Please explain this lack of sense to me!
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thinking about productions of shakespeare plays where there is exactly one character who knows theyre in a play. benvolio with his "we talk here in the public haunt of men .. here all eyes gaze on us" right before mercutio dies. he knows something is wrong before it happens, and when it does happen he knows only worse will come, so he disappears. he stayed only to try to save mercutio, and he couldnt, so he leaves. he survives the play. the same with horatio, often the voice of reason, staying only to save hamlet from his fate. in the end he is, as is benvolio, alone. but he survives. in a way the plays are about them. in a way this is their story. the only ones alive to tell it
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cupids-fiction · 7 months
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c0mbatchameleon · 18 days
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Hiii how y’all doing just here to drop a random snippet
The midnight lighting sweeps over James’ skin, casting soft shadows. Specks of glitter along his eyelids—no doubt Dorcas’ doing, damn her—twinkle like individual stars. A night sky painted over this sculpture of a face, of a boy. Eyes crinkled in laughter, cheeks blossoming.
The music is muffled, as if they really are underwater, at the bottom of some sea, and Regulus is swimming in it. The beat pierces through the waves, resonating in the floor beneath him and straight through to his chest. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat. Or James’. Maybe the room is just one big heartbeat.
Regulus is so lost in it all he doesn’t notice when neither of them are laughing anymore.
James’ eyes, gold and glittering, sweep over Regulus’ face in interest. “Who did your makeup?”
His mouth feels dry as he replies, “Pandora.”
James raises a hand gently and hesitantly, holds his fingers out by the younger boy’s face, like the iridescent lines sloped across it have some sort of pull. “Can I?”
Regulus holds his breath. And nods.
He watches the pure wonder strewn across James’ expression as he softly traces the lines—beneath his eyes, across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, above his eyebrows and then below. It’s a ghost of a touch and it’s leaving trails of white-hot flame. Regulus keeps himself as still as possible, breaths shallow, like the slightest movement might scare him and his touch away.
“So pretty,” James murmurs, so softly it’s not clear if he knows he said it out loud.
“Uh- yeah,” Regulus stutters, “she’s good at makeup.”
The tracing continues dangerously close to Regulus’ lips as James speaks in almost a whisper. “Oh. Yeah, the makeup too.”
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princeanon · 2 months
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Romeo & Juliet except Mercutio lives and Benvolio isn’t sad and they’re in love
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vyncentevelyn · 1 year
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Update: I wrote Part 1.
I’m at work. And I will write this at some point, but I have to vent about it now. It may even appear in my longer work. Who knows. But anyway…
I’d say we’re post S1. So Steve and Nancy are already kind of on the rocks. And in this version Nancy decides to try out for the school play, Romeo & Juliet.
She of course gets the role of Juliet.
But our Eddie, well he was born to play Mercutio.
And just imagine Steve going to see Nancy play Juliet but then is just captivated by Mercutio.
And like he knows who Eddie Munson is but it’s the first time he sees him as not just a dealer, not just “The Freak.”
And after opening night, Steve goes home and he can’t sleep. He stares at his ceiling. Tries to forget about the older boy in red stage lighting, smirking before he challenges Tybalt. And only falling asleep after he gets out of bed and forces himself to do push ups until he exhausts himself.
And Steve tries to tell himself he’s just being a good boyfriend when he attends every performance. Tells himself and anyone else, he’s there for Nancy. (Of course, he’s there for Nancy.) But he can’t ignore the way he waits in nervous anticipation for the scenes with Mercutio.
The way his stomach somersaults every time Eddie saunters onto the stage. The way his heartbeat picks up during his scenes. How blush blooms across his cheeks and down his neck when Eddie scans the audience and locks eyes with him at least once during every show. How goosebumps rise on his arms every time Eddie’s voice drops to a ravaging baritone to deliver the lines, “Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm…” How he wishes he could be Romeo when Eddie cups the actor’s cheek just before he exits the stage…
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spindlesaurus-rex · 1 month
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As mentioned previously, I had one 3% beer earlier and opened up my feelings about Romeo & Juliet like they were a sleeping bag that I might crawl inside and now I’ve been IN MY FEELINGS about Prince Escalus, Benvolio & Mercutio.
And now all I want is a version of Romeo and Juliet where the whole first exchange do act 3 scene 1 is delivered by a Mercutio who is holding Benvolio by the face and pressing his forehead to his.
Because SERIOUSLY the undercurrent of that exchange is so tender and furious it makes me ILL.
It’s about ‘please don’t brawl out here for nothing, I’m calling you good I’m using ‘thee’ my metre is so measured please listen please listen’ meeting ‘I know you, you’re trying to be good but you can’t be because none of us can you’re like me you’ve got mad blood and let me make you laugh because maybe that’s all we’ve got’ and then they’re joking about death and oh it’s simple, isn’t it? The fee simple of your life is an hour and a half?
Fucking FROTHING
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