excuse me but that is a MADE-UP gender. the only REal genders are as follows:
- a strange buzzing noise
- alien, I think
- an insurmountable feeling of dread
you have to pick one. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
Nezumi, that’s enough… Just kill me.
Screw that! Don’t cause someone all this trouble, then die without a fight.
"I’ve had so many crappy jobs in my life. I loaded trucks downtown — coal dust, dirt, everywhere. Every orifice. People yelling at you, ‘Cranston! Move faster, work harder!’ And the only thing that got me through was imagining, dreaming, that one day I could actually make a living as an actor, and that’s what got me through, thank god. We are the luckiest people in the world, those who can say, ‘I am an actor.’"Happy 58th Birthday, Bryan Lee Cranston (March 7, 1956)
↳ Every time Erwin called Levi by his name
Broad City Openings
"you make my heart beat in iambic pentameter."
no you don’t understand shakespeare literally writes to the beat of your heart
- that’s why shakespearean actors will sometimes pound their chests in time to the words during readings
- that’s why you use fluctuations in the rhythm to track your character’s emotional state - any irregularities in the scansion are like the character’s heart stuttering or jumping or skipping a beat
- that’s why when characters share the rhythm - switching off in the middle of a foot - those characters inevitably have an extraordinarily intimate connection
shakespeare fucking writes viscerally, he is literally in your body, and that, my friend, that is why the best shakespearean actors don’t posture and emote
you have to be fucking alive and passionate and electric - it can’t be intellectual, in the end, it has to be about connection and the sweating, cheering, jeering, bleeding masses you’re performing to, because make no mistake, shakespeare may go to lofty heights, but he only works if you’re just as grounded in the earth. he has to be in your body. he has to be in your body.
holy motherfucking shit i love shakespeare so much, get him in your bones, breathe him in, stomp and rage and pine, dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum, it is literally to the beat of your heart
I want a real race! Or else, I won’t be able to move on.