Yeah, fuck that lame fucking TV series. I’ll take vikings fighting an alien over bad narration and sexy Scotsmen any day.
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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Yeah, fuck that lame fucking TV series. I’ll take vikings fighting an alien over bad narration and sexy Scotsmen any day.
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Aaron Taylor Johnson by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott 2023
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