catriona · nineteen · edinburgh

i like shakespeare, musicals, and scottish independence

this will mostly be an #indyref blog until september 18th!!!

the cutest skateboarder


Will Shakespeare/Kit Marlowe modern AU

"So what did you think?"

"…Of ‘Titus’?"

Yes, of ‘Titus’.”

Kit looks Will right in the eye. “You stole most of it from me.”

Will blushes, just a bit, and hates himself for that much more than he does for the borderline plagiarism.

"The papers all hate it, except the Guardian," says Kit, "and they just haven’t made up their minds about whether it’s political commentary or a sign that we’re all dead inside. Your mother is furious, the Mail wants it banned, and you’re never getting a job with CBBC ever again.”

Kit pauses, just long enough to make Will consider running back to Stratford right this instant, and finally grins.

"I fucking loved it.”

Title: Post Break-Up Sex


post break-up sex // the vaccines

i can barely look at you
don’t tell me who you lost it to
didn’t we say we had a deal?
didn’t i say how bad i’d feel?

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?

Title: Blood On My Name


Oh Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

Just saw a woman with a typewriter offering “smut while u wait” which I guess is essentially the real-life equivalent of a kink meme.


Fifty Book Recommendations [15/50]
-----The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all.It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one’s surprise - in an entirely different world.






im laughing so hard there’s a practically untapped supply of javert hot fuzz jokes

no luck catchin’ them convicts then

get a look at his staaarrrrrs

ever fired your gun in the air and yelled VALJEAAAAAAAAHHHN

What’s the situation?
Thirty blokes and a fuckload of furniture!


i’ll leave you for dead, sire [listen]

For ambitious women with kingdoms in their palms and the world at their feet. Conquering Queens and patient Princesses. Ladies with their poison rings ready and daggers sheathed under their skirts. For all the girls biding their time until the King’s unfortunate death. “It’s tragic,” they say, “I didn’t see a thing.” As they hide their blood stained smiles behind dainty gloved hands. For the unassuming, the gentle, the quiet, the deadly.


Here’s the shotguns used tonight. Lots of restraint shown:

Summary of the night (August 18th, 2014):

There were many arrests throughout the night. Water bottles and other objects were thrown at police, and after gunshots rang out near the QuikTrip, police began firing smoke and gas indiscriminately. There have been reports of white anarchist agitators from out of town, provoking police.

Many protesters ran, terrified, coughing. Journalists were caught in the gas: one canister rolled right under a photographer, who collapsed from it. Fires and bricks were used by residents to try and keep back police.

Police began clearing out the street, ordering anyone who wasn’t credentialed media to leave or be faced with arrest. When one reporter (who is livestreaming the events and has a camera on him) explained he lost his credentials while being fired at and showed his PRESS patch instead, officer told him “this doesn’t mean shit” while ripping the journalist’s PRESS patch off of his vest and throwing it to the ground.

Police formed two lines and began moving forward. A handful of protesters got caught between the lines, trapped but repeatedly told to get out. Among them, WaPo reporter Wesley Lowery reports that the entire neighbourhood has barriers and many people are unable to get home.

SWAT teams have begun doing tactical sweeps and media were ordered away.

Amnesty International was also on the ground tonight and were kicked out by police. Currently, AI is highly critical of the US.

There are still a few people trapped, it appears, including a few reporters, who are tweeting that they’re being mercilessly gassed:

And here’s an image of what it looks like when they fire gas:

Currently waiting for a presser from Captain Johnson, who was seen tonight attempting to keep peace with no helmet/mask/gear.