Romeo Et Juliette - Tumblr Posts
Mercutio would be fantastic at writing essays, he knows how to make an exit and a point.
Escalus, sick and tired: If you’re with the Montagues, why don’t you wear blue?
Mercutio: I look fantastic in purple.
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TJSJXKKDJW GLADLY OMFG OK SO there’s a French musical based on romeo and juliet called roméo et juliette and there’s SO MANY EMOTIONS and SO MANY GOOD SONGS
the choreography is fantastic, the lighting and set design is a work of art all on its own, the songs are all gorgeous not to mention the actors singing them,,,, omfg, think jesus christ superstar but it’s french and abt romeo and juliet sndjjdjjxjsja
and the best part???? ITS FREE ON YOUTUBE IN LIKE A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT LANGUAGES
Heres the French 2001 version
French 2010
Hungarian
Russian
AND THERES MORE TOO!!!
idk what else to say man it’s phenomenal and beautiful and I wish i could find words to talk abt it for days
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Benvolio: Just... why?
Mercutio: I get asked that a lot and I find that the answer is often ’I thought it would be funny’.
Every time I see ‘Benvolio’ my eyes light up and I feel joy, if only for a moment
Every Friend Group Should Include... (Shakespeare’s Plays Edition)
big titty identity crisis- comedy of errors sweet but no brain- midsummer night's dream omnipotent god- twelfth night wine stepmom- julius caesar encyclopedia BITCH- much ado about nothing the one with goals- macbeth unbridled rage- hamlet rich- romeo and juliet
Benvolio: Aren't you lactose intolerant?
Romeo: This isn't lactose- it's milk.
Mercutio: You're a fucking idiot
Mercutio: A plague on both your houses!
Mercutio: not you Benvolio
Mercutio: your an angel and we’re lucky to have you here
@romeonotexiled
Juliet: *yawns*
Romeo: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Juliet: Than you must be exhausted.
Tybalt: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.
I never noticed rundj Romeo’s cunty ball boots
Romeo: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.
Juliet: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.
Benvolio: A realist sees a freight train.
Tybalt: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.
Mercutio: Wizard sees no problem in that.
Everyone: ...
The summary of R&J basically…
Let’s dance ♪
（Nicolas’s Tybalt & John’s Mercutio✨)
based on 血界戦線 (kekkai sensen) ED
Mercutio: *realizes he’s dying*……….*makes a pun about it*
Kiss of Death
Roméo et Juliette//Elisabeth das Musical
European musicals explained really badly:
Woman keeps seeing her imaginary friend well into adulthood. This ruins lives.
Rich guys new wife is obessed with his previous deceased wife. This is the only thing she and the housekeeper agree on.
Child prodigy realizes that being an adult sucks.
Village boy battles vampires and bisexuality.
Two kids decide that dying is better than enduring their families’ bullshit.
Girl just wants to perform in the Opera, forced into a love triangle where both men suck.
Adolescent girl is under a lot of pressure in her new school, starts talking to a statue in the garden.
Crownprince only has dysfunctional relationships and he is very sad about it.
One word: oof.
(a very small tyvolio thing, filled with more angst than any 300 words can deserve.
Seriously, I want to write. And I need new ideas before making all the possible character I can ship tybalt with deal with the outcome of the duel.) (yes, yes, I'm working on the other chapters of the Fae au, and on the big thing, and the 5+1.i still want more ideas.)
It felt strange sometimes, benvolio remembered blaming Romeo for falling in love with juliet, when he first fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. But how can you stop your heart from beating so fast everytime you see an angel walking down the streets? He, who never really believed in God, he called him an angel just for his look. He said, many times, some painters must have had visions of him when painting those winged creatures, dreams on curly blond hair flying in the wind. He loved the reaction he always received back from those words. The way tybalt suddenly turned shy, the smile, the light blush on his cheeks.
How hypocrite to blame Romeo. Or maybe-- maybe now he could blame him for some other reasons, now he could really blame him.
The wound on mercutio wasn't as bad as they thought, he bled, sure, but he wasn't going to die, friar Lawrence made sure he knew that before running back to Romeo.
If only--if only he had run a little faster. He stopped short as soon as he entered the square. Romeo's dagger went in, slid deep in Tybalt's chest and benvolio froze. Other capulets divided the two, dragged romeo away while a man, long hair, dirty blond, someone benvolio saw many times by tybalt's side, gently laid him on the ground, holding him, a hand brushing on his face and hair. Tybalt's hand fell on the street and the man looked up briefly, despair, grief written in his eyes, he met benvolio's eyes and that was all he needed to know. He ran there to stop them, to tell them both that mercutio would be fine. He ran-- he wasn't fast enough and now...
"no..." his voice came out strangled, he took a few steps before falling on his knees, tears once again streaming down his face. He had time to save mercutio, why had he been so slow this time? He stretched a hand out, grabbed tybalt's, squeezed it lightly before dragging himself closer and putting his forehead on the still chest ignoring everyone around them. Ignoring romeo, capulets and Montagues alike.
He was dead. Tybalt was dead because he couldn't run faster. It was his fault.
C’est le jour (It’s the Day)- Translation
Note: this song is pretty creepy. And hard to translate in a way that sounds good. Great song, though.
TYBALT:
Women are only lessons. I took my first beside my father at fifteen years old. Every desire, every pleasure… I know them all. I’m an excellent lover. Blondes, brunettes– all but one. The only one who counts (x2).
Cousin and cousin; it’s a fine joke. I saw her grow up; I saw her leave with him. How can she love the son of the Montagues? It’s the failed marriage between vice and virtue.
It’s the day {x4) Today I make my message clear. Yes, dear friend, I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill him. No, hurt him! Like she hurts me. Juliet, I’m going to make him pay for your weakness.
Women are only prisons. I made mine in Juliet’s heart at fifteen. I have never dared, I will never dare, to tell her she is loved by Tybalt in secrecy, but
It’s the day (x4) The day where men fight. The day where the storm crashes. I’m going to kill him. No, hurt him! Like she hurts me. Romeo, I’m going to make you pay for her weakness.
My heart betrays me, but even if I’m afraid of the night. To die of jealousy is to die of love as well. Do not talk to me about honor. It’s for love that men die. I’m going to find you, Romeo. I’m going to kill you, Romeo. And you will know that all men have broken hearts.