forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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“First of all- your first mistake is making it rhyme. All rhyming poetry is dangerously close to Dr Seuss, and it never sounds good. Second- fuck, man, go to a goddamn slam poetry night or some shit. Listen to actual poets.”

"It doesn't all rhyme, and actually some of the best poets have a good rhyme scheme going on. Shakespeare, for instance, had a tight rhyme scheme that he adhered to. So do a lot of other classic poets. Even if the words don't actually rhyme, they should nearly rhyme, just for good flow and rhythm and shit."

“Okay, yeah, but I think classical poets are fuckin’ boring as shit, dude. What’s that shit called- slant rhyming? That’s your goddamn best friend.” Danny dug in his pockets, fishing for loose bobby pins or hairclips- no dice. “You get my point, though.”

He mock gasped. "You think Shakespeare is boring?? Granted, Romeo and Juliet is absolute shit, but like…Hamlet? Dude, that's the best stuff right there! And his historical stuff is great too."

“We get it, you were a theatre kid!” Danny teased. “And yes, Shakespeare makes me want to jam a rusty fork into my eye and then finish the job with a plastic spoon. I have never liked him.”

"Uneducated heathen." Alex huffed, crossing his arms. "I'm gonna make you come to a Shakespeare performance with me someday, mark my words."

“You’re right, Alex, I am both uneducated and a heathen, what an astute observation. And before you get any ideas, I will bite off my own toes one by one before I willingly pay to go watch a man in tights talk to a fucking skull. If I wanted to see that, I’d just go visit my neighbor’s place for free.”

He laughed. "Well, that only happens in Hamlet, not all of them. So. Maybe we'll go see, like…the Tempest! That one's fun! And not all of the men wear tights, either. Actually, hardly any of them do. If they are, it's usually an amateur production."

(Gtg like now. Good night!)

(Gn!)
(Also trying to make a character who doesn't know jack about Shakespeare is a little painful ngl)

“Oh my goddd.” Danny drew out the last word in a pained groan. “Why the hell do you know so much about fuckin’.. medieval theatre or whenever the fuck?”

(haha oof)

"It's not medieval!" he nearly screeched, flailing his arms. "It was the Elizabethan age, fucking excuse you!" he wrinkled his nose at Danny.

“Basically the same thing!” Danny yapped, matching Alex’s emotion levels. “Don’t get onto me for not knowing fuckin’ Elizabeth time, c’mon now! When will I ever need to know that?”

He wasn't angry, not really. Just messing around. "I don't know! But it's important!"

“Important my ass!” Danny was already laughing through his words. He was definitely just fooling around, like always. “Fuckin’ Shakespeare, man!”

"Shakespeare was a genius!" he exclaimed, laughing a little bit. "He invented over 1,000 words! Words we still use every day!"

“Okay, cool! But I don’t thank George Washington Carver every time I eat peanut butter! Why would I thank Shakespeare every time I use a damn word?” Danny countered back.

(Gtg soon, good night!)

"Because Shakespeare is, like…" he sighed loudly. "You're an uncultured heathen, is what you are!"

(Mk, goodnight!)

“Maybe!” Danny agreed, throwing his hands up into the air in faux exasperation. “I very well might be!”

He ran a hand through his hair. "Just admit that Shakespeare is the lord and master of the English language." He said teasingly.

“I would literally rather die. The only person I accept as lord of the English language is Miriam-Webster himself.” Danny scoffed, bringing his knees up to his chest in his seat. “Capisce?”

"Gross. Miriam-Webster has no skill! It doesn't take any skill to make a fucking dictionary!" he protested, looking over at Danny with narrowed eyes.

“Okay, but who helped me more on my English papers for school? The guy who mashed some letters together or the guy who told me what they meant?” Danny argued back.

"Well. Whose words still continue to speak to people's hearts? Whose works still touch people?" he demanded.

“Uhhhhh- both of them, dumbass. I can’t list quotes from either of the fuckers, but at least I can use one to win an argument.”

"I have never been moved by the dictionary, Danny." he replied, dead-pan. "Unless you count the time that Keats threw one at me and it hit my head hard enough I passed out."

Danny visibly recoiled at that bit, one of his hands subconsciously moving to his head. “Fuck, dude.”

Alex gave him a faint smile. "I'm fine now. But back to the argument at hand." he cleared his throat. "Shakespeare's works are far, far better than Miriam-Webster."

“I’m calling absolute bullshit. You ever read those sample sentences in the dictionary? Pure literature.” Danny gave a chef’s kiss, grinning almost stupidly. “Absolutely classic.”

"Those are bullshit." he replied, shaking his head. "Shakespeare is the king."

“I refuse to believe it.” Danny snipped, shaking his head. “His stuff’s boring ‘n hard to read, and that’s on a good day.”

"That's because you don't understand it!" He replied. "Much Ado about Nothing is a fucking sex joke! The entire play is just one big sex joke!"