Shakespeare AND Supernatural AND The West Wing
Wow. Seriously, wow. I now want to write Will pining after Sam, who is married to Elsie, while they're all in the White House, using allusions to Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, all because of deirdre_c's utterly FABULOUS Supernatural 3-part story, On Midsummer Nights I Dream of Winchesters.
She wrote the story based on this prompt:
Anyone who can write a SPN fic in which Dean and Sam are cursed to speak in Elizabethan/Shakespearean speech for awhile can have my soul on a silver platter. Wincest/porn not required but a total bonus.
Wincest and ghosts and Shakespeare quotes, people. This fandom rocks.
VIOLA:
Ay, but I know--
DUKE ORSINO:
What dost thou know?
VIOLA:
Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
DUKE ORSINO:
And what's her history?
VIOLA:
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
DUKE ORSINO:
But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
VIOLA:
I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Not a perfect fit, but really damn close if read straight, on the surface. It doesn't overturn gender stereotypes the way the play does, but Will is the boy Cesario to Sam's Duke Orsino, only Will never gets to reveal himself as Viola because the concealment here is that he's a man in love, and not a woman in love. And so, woe. There can be no happy ever after.
Well, for Sam and Elsie there is. But Elsie is no proud Olivia; she's another Viola. And Sam is no melancholic duke but an inspired, vigorous king in the making.
Other stuff: I'm researching hotels. I've been doing it all afternoon. Unfortunately I left calling the hotels for group rates too late, because I've left messages but nobody has called me back this afternoon and now I'm sure the group sales office is closed for the week.
I do have one place that sounds cheap ($109/night before taxes) and close to the action. But then I've never heard of this hotel before and I really should visit it first because, well. Just how ghetto can you guys go? Gah.
She wrote the story based on this prompt:
Anyone who can write a SPN fic in which Dean and Sam are cursed to speak in Elizabethan/Shakespearean speech for awhile can have my soul on a silver platter. Wincest/porn not required but a total bonus.
Wincest and ghosts and Shakespeare quotes, people. This fandom rocks.
VIOLA:
Ay, but I know--
DUKE ORSINO:
What dost thou know?
VIOLA:
Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
DUKE ORSINO:
And what's her history?
VIOLA:
A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
DUKE ORSINO:
But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
VIOLA:
I am all the daughters of my father's house,
And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Not a perfect fit, but really damn close if read straight, on the surface. It doesn't overturn gender stereotypes the way the play does, but Will is the boy Cesario to Sam's Duke Orsino, only Will never gets to reveal himself as Viola because the concealment here is that he's a man in love, and not a woman in love. And so, woe. There can be no happy ever after.
Well, for Sam and Elsie there is. But Elsie is no proud Olivia; she's another Viola. And Sam is no melancholic duke but an inspired, vigorous king in the making.
Other stuff: I'm researching hotels. I've been doing it all afternoon. Unfortunately I left calling the hotels for group rates too late, because I've left messages but nobody has called me back this afternoon and now I'm sure the group sales office is closed for the week.
I do have one place that sounds cheap ($109/night before taxes) and close to the action. But then I've never heard of this hotel before and I really should visit it first because, well. Just how ghetto can you guys go? Gah.