"You can't destroy a fandom by saying a riddle"
Me: When pleased I beat like a drum, when sad I break like glass, once stolen I can never be taken back. What am I?
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Person: I really like that one musical where the mom sleeps around.
Me:
Person: And the one where the love interest dies.
Me:
Me: I don’t know what you are talking about.
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Okkk how do I get to the Heartless side of tumblr…? Plz? I’m almost done the book and the musical is getting re-recorded in like a week and a half I NEED HEARTLESS MOOTS 😭
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Happy Ending?
Cath, post-ending, fluff
Catherine called for a carriage immediately.
Two months had passed since Peter Peter's execution. Two months, slow as syrup making it's way down a mountain.
"My darling!" The king squealed, for a moment Cath feared he meant to grab hold of her skirt. Afterall, his small size gave him every opportunity to do so. He didn't, for that would be improper. Instead he simply stood, red-faced and looked up at her. "Where are you off to?" He asked, forcing a jovial tone to go along with his beetroot face.
Cath met his gaze. Surprisingly, the king didn't flinch away. "Home." She said.
Catherine called for a carriage immediately.
A carriage that would take her to Rock Turtle Manor.
A carriage that would take her to the closest thing she had left to home. The bedroom where he'd whisked her away, the tree he climbed, the sea cave where he'd told her such wonderful things...
I can't stop thinking about you either, Lady Pinkerton.
Catherine felt herself smile for the first time in months.
She stopped short, mere steps from the carriage.
A smile wasn't possible. She was without a heart. Without emotion, or feeling.
The sister's had taken her heart in exchange for Peter's head. All Cath could possibly feel was rage.
She pondered this for a moment, her minding wandering back to Jest and their final moments together... And then it was clear.
The sisters had her heart.
But she had Jest's.
Jest had offered her his heart, and she accepted.
In the same way Cath had given her own to him. But now he was gone and her heart belonged to the sisters.
Perhaps she had given away something that wasn't hers to give.
Cath closed her eyes as tears welled up behind them.
Catherine fisted her skirt and climbed, unladylike, into the carriage. Jest gave her this chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away.
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I'm sorry, it's just hilarious to me that I was listening to the heartless soundtrack (because regular occurance) when I get a notification that this account posted. Notifications I forgot I turned on. Fun surprise
Look sometimes you’re a social media manager and you forget about your other social media cause everyone only watches your Instagram…but my tumblrinas deserve to know about the album too. When I remember you’re here.
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“Has it all been for that?”
“No… I don’t know.”
-Cath and Jest; Heartless the Musical
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BUT THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW IT FEELS TO BE MEEEE, BUT THEY DON'T KNOW I PLAN TO STEAL BACK MY DESTINY, I AM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT CHANCE, IS NOT SO FAR AT FIRST GLANCE, I HOPE WE STAND TO BE FREE, TO BE MEEEE.
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i'm sure someone else has said this, but i've figured out why tragedies draw me in so much. they're entirely preventable, but also have no other possible outcome. there's so many other paths the characters could take, enough to give you hope, but because they are who they are, they can take no other than the one of tragedy. tradegies are tragedies because the characters can't be anyone but themselves.
which is of course, the definition of a tragedy, but i've read so many books that are supposed to be tragedies, but they just never hit right, and this is why. there is no other option that will be taken, there is no drive of the characters having no other choice because chosing different would be a betrayal of themselves.
that's the shit i love, and i need more of it, so badly
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