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When we took Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure” into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side… there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that “If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.” And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: “To whom should I complain?” And a woman in the audience shouted: “The Police!” And then she looked right at that woman and said: “If I did relate this, who would believe me?” And the woman answered back, “No one, girl.” And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theater great in prisons, it’s what makes theater great, period.
Oskar Eustis on ArtBeat Nation (he told the same story on Charlie Rose)

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theshriekingsisterhood:

ok but what if the Good Omens movie has existed for years

what if we got it all wrong

what if all we have to do is put a Best of Queen CD in a DVD player

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americanaintheimpala:

brownglucose:

nextyearsgirl:

The absence of women in history is man made.

How petty

Don’t even get me started on women in baseball. Don’t even.

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losta9view:

thistleburr:

Ditty, our ship cat, looking magnificent and nautical.

"Now…bring me that horizon."

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thistimewhereareyouhouston:

overnight-shipping:

camerapits:

noobtheloser:

quotes-n-hoes:

This is an ancient Roman amulet for luck. Yes those are flying penises.

Also of note, the Roman god of marriage, Mutunus Tutunus, whose name is derived from two Latin slang words for penis. His name is essentially Dick Wiener. If you have ever wondered just how much like us the Romans were, read the etymology section

Oh look.

It’s a flying fuck.

It used to be given, and now look, it’s no more.

LITERALLY. A FLYING FUCK.

This is culturally and historically important, so I can reblog this without feeling childish. (Look, flying dicks!!)

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ϟ The Magic Begins Challenge: A Scene You Really Wanted To Be In The Movies, But Wasn’t

Have a biscuit, Potter.

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debatchery:

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bernard Black.

Bonus gif:

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness:

*snaps fingers in a dragon formation*

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mauridianhallow:

lambishwolf:

toptumbles:

This is called humanity

I have nothing to say on this, these people are the pinnacle of human compassion, and that is all there is to it.

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You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do.

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fenomenalespoderescosmicos:

monkeyelbow:

theprinceofsnark:

thecolorofroses:

You forgot some:

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Good god it got better.

I want to add This guys:

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onscreenkisses:

Much Ado About Nothing, dir. Kenneth Branagh (1993)

requested by anon

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controlyourface:

Script: Cohle calmly takes the pulse in his neck, as if idly curious about his heart rate.

Matthew McConaughey explains: He’s coming off of years being Crash. He’s trying to walk the line. Monk-like. Trying to hold it together. And that’s a lot easier with less interaction with others. There’s a mechanical side to him.

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