You'll Never Watch Pulp Fiction the Same Way Again...
Right, I am still very behind, but I would be remiss if I didn't point this out to everybody who hasn't already seen it. It made me laugh until I hacked!
Highly recommended for those who enjoy both Shakespeare and Tarantino, or really just for anybody who enjoys amazing cleverness: If Shakespeare wrote Pulp Fiction, it might sound something ( Read more... )
Highly recommended for those who enjoy both Shakespeare and Tarantino, or really just for anybody who enjoys amazing cleverness: If Shakespeare wrote Pulp Fiction, it might sound something ( Read more... )
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*dies of too much win*
I'm tempted now. What other classics should be translated into Shakespeare?
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How passing strange, for I have traveled far,
And never have I heard tell of this What.
What language speak they in the land of What?
I think I'd like to see one of Henry Higgins' crazy monologues turned into a Shakespearean soliloquy, but really, this has the potential to make so many things funny! ~ponders~
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Are you feeling better? Well, here's to hoping this makes you feel all fluffy... (I would post this in my own journal, but for some reason LJ has been eating my attempts to post voraciously.)
And let's us talk of cabbages and kings... Or was it dates and things? Title shamelessly cribbed from Bl3nd3rwort ( ... )
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Snape lifted his menu and all but buried his head behind it. Jill stifled a sigh, feeling his walls coming back up, and stared blankly at her own menu. I had him for a moment, she thought. For just a second there, he wasn’t hiding everything from me.
Jill gazed over the top of her menu at her date. It had taken all of her considerable charm to get him to agree to go out with her. She grinned as she remembered the look on Leon’s face when she had shown up at the door to Snape’s small apartment; an expression that was torn between laughter, ‘someone-please-shoot-me-now,’ and ‘is that level of lovesickness contagious?’ She’d have to remember to thank him later for helping her drag Snape out on a date ( ... )
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I just love this whole scene--Snape's nervous awkwardness, Jill's excitement, her desire to be a woman for once and not just Lea's mom. It's perfect, and it reminds me of why I like the idea of these two together so much. I especially adore the bit about the wine, too, because wine snob!Snape is totally canon. I assume Minerva's supplied them with some Elf-Made Red? *g* I like Jill's reminder that he's not as isolated as he thinks he is, too.
I could go on and on about this, but the bottom line is that it brightened up a grueling day and put a huge grin on my face. :D Thanks again for the thoughtful, fantastic present. What a lucky girl I am!
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You said you wanted the two of them on a date, and this is what my brain came up with.
Speaking of coming up with things, the other day after therapy, my therapist was kind enough to rub my shoulder to ease the pain in it. I melted. And since I was still in Wanderlust mode, I wrote some thing else for you. Some sheer silliness called "Of Footrubs and Foxes..."
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A/N: You could slot this in after the little Snape birthday fic I wrote you, where Leon had run over Snape's foot.
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Jill tried to stifle a giggle, but failed miserably as a single dark eye rolled to focus on her. “Why a-are you laughing?”
Jill bit hard on her bottom lip at the slurred, drugged sound. I am not going to laugh. I am not going to laugh. I am not going to tell him he looks like a kitten drunk on its mother’s milk. I like my skin right where it is, thankyouverymuch!But no amount of mental control was going to keep the smile off her face at the sight of the sober and far too-tightly wound Snape sprawled on the couch in D’s sitting room, one arm dangling limply off the edge with fingers just brushing the faded Persian carpet ( ... )
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