You know that feeling…

You know how there’s those times when someone you know of comes up to you and knew who you were, when all that time you thought they didn’t?

It happens to me all the freaking time.

Like I’d be minding my own business, and (usually) an upperclassman would come up to me and be like “Hey Seihou, what’s up?”

And my reaction is always this:  O///-///O And inside I’m always like “YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHO I AM?? THIS IS FLATTERING”

I don’t know if this is what other people think,but lately I’ve been having that feeling a lot @-@ This is how you can tell I’m not used to the attention from my higher ups.

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Hamlet at a Sleepover? (More Silly Headcanons)

Goodnight Sweet Prince

Ask: Hamlet/Horatio/Ophelia sleepover headcanons?

Takes place in some sort of strange, post-play, everybody-lives-but-Claudius, who-the-hell-is-running-the-country, it’s-Ophelia-she-is-running-it universe:

Hamlet came up with the idea. It was something he had read about growing up, but his family “didn’t have sleepovers” and that time he passed out drunk (after like 2.5 drinks) in Laertes’ room did not count. When he proposed the idea to Horatio, there was a long-suffering sigh involved. “Hamlet, I live with you. Literally every night is a sleepover. And I’m sure Ophelia has better things to do.”

Because Ophelia, unlike Hamlet, actually does have a very busy schedule involving 30 different activities that she can not postpone. No, Hamlet, not even for you. Okay, fine. Just this once, but you’d better have some good food.

So one chilly night (all nights in Denmark are chilly from Horatio’s point of view), they are in Hamlet’s ginormous bedroom roasting marshmallows and…

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