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Movies Meme: [5/5] Female Movie Characters Viola Hastings (She’s the Man) — “I will not wear high heels. Because heels are a male invention designed to make women’s butts look smaller… and to make it harder for them to runaway.”

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FAVORITE SHAKESPEAREAN LADIES: Viola (Twelfth Night)

Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness

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                     “smaller, honey, smaller.” his smile remains kind, paired with something akin to excitement in his eyes. billy bloom was rarely a dress shirt type of boy, but now FINALLY his knowledge was going to good use. he’d better make the most of this golden opportunity. “i can help you- if you’d like? i know all of the top tips for this stuff, trust me you are in wonderful, fashionable hands.” 

“ERR --- GREAT!” cesario strives to however does not sound entirely convinced. “absolutely, definitely help me. please.” she laughs, the gentle sound relieving her of some of her tension at the very least. this boy is clearly a blessing. a well-dressed and exceedingly kind blessing. quick hands change the shirt in her hands for an almost identical one size down from the rail behind her. “there are tips? when did dressing become so complicated?”

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                   he really shouldn’t be spying watching. but billy has been observing the guy trying to pick a shirt for at LEAST five minutes now and — well, he clearly needed some assistance. it’d be rude NOT to interject surely. or at least, that is billy’s reasoning as the teen approaches the mirror. “don’t worry, shirts can be tricky, but if you want my advance go with the lighter one, though probably not in that size.” 

THE VOICE OF the younger boy startles her, even though her statement had been rather open ended, and voiced loud enough to warrant a response.  still, she nods. clearly more than happy to take on board any advice he was willing to offer. “lighter one, cool.” she nods, putting the other to the side. “yeah, yeah obviously it needs to be bigger? smaller?” shit. “i don’t buy a lot of formal shirts.” 

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💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

Hearts meme!

💛 - YES! At least to the first two, though perhaps with a smidgen of skepticism. Viola takes all of three days to fall in love with Orsino, and it’s in a way that she has never felt love before so she becomes quite certain that he is her soulmate. However she does believe that though something is true for her that it does not mean the same must be reciprocated (as much as she would like it to be). 

Whilst she believes that someone could be her soulmate, fate is trickier and she is resigned to knowing that just because she is in love with someone, it is not destined that they are to be together. 

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send me a heart to learn something about my muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say “i love you” for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

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To this day I still can’t tell my wife from her twin brother but other than that, our marriage is going fine.

Duke Orsino, Twelfth Night Epilogue (via shakespearetroupeofknaves)

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SHE STOPS IN the doorway, speaking from where she stands with hands clasped behind her back. New not only to this residence, but this country and this persona, Viola, or Cesario as she is now known, finds herself still searching her place and how she is to fit here. Which, for now, is in service to the young woman in front of her. “Ma’am, if I may - I beg a moment of your time?” 

@dutifulbeauty ( SC. )

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Viola: my twin brother died in a horrible ship wreck.

Sebastian: stop telling everyone I'm dead!

Viola: sometimes I can still hear his voice.

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Evan blinked. Somehow Cesario had put so much of what he’d been thinking about into words, just in a much more…well, a more positive way. It was kind of unbelievable. Nobody else thought that much about trees.

“N-no. No, not strange. Or, well, if it is than it’s the the same kind of strange as me, so.” It was weird but reassuring to know he wasn’t the only one who actually thought about those things with trees. “It’s, it’s actually um kind of what I like about them. Trees. The fact that they can survive so much, even if they seem, you know, bare and dead for a while.”

EVER THE POET, one of Cesario’s - or rather, Viola’s - greatest muses had always been nature. Her admiration stemmed mostly, she would admit, from it’s beauty. However it’s resilience also played a big role. Ever strong, ever changing, ever persisting. 

“That’s a good point. After all, a tree with leaves is no less strong than one without them. It’s the same tree, leaves or no.” Cesario smiles, “I think more people do think like you and I, Evan. But I could settle for being the same kind of strange as you,” she laughs, though there is no malice in her tone, only friendly amusement. 

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FINGERS PULL AT the slightly-too long sleeves of her shirt. She continues to tug and fidget with the material, inspecting her reflection in a near mirror with uncertainty gracing her features. then, she holds two more options to her torso in near identical shades of blue. “i don’t think i’ll ever be good at this.” 

@freaksbloom ( SC. )

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“Is it weird if I can’t decide how I feel about fall colors? I know everyone loves how beautiful they are…”

On the one hand, the changing color of the leaves meant dormancy and essential death for the plants for the months to come. On the other hand, he knew they were largely resilient enough that they would survive anyway, which is one of the things he liked about trees.

“IT’S NOT just about the colours though, is it?” Cersario remarks, though her eyes do travel upwards to the trees, “They’re beautiful, yes, but it’s more than that. It’s change. It’s...We might change, might even become unrecognisable for a while, but after a while we’re back and better than before.” 

Or so she hoped. “Probably a bit strange to see all of that in a tree, isn’t it?” 

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