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tiii13 · 10 months
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“When I see her again”
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CRACK THEORY: The Hatchetfield “Show-Within-The-Show”s Are Each Hints About The Next Musical
Okay, there’s so many real-world reasons why this theory is bullshit. But it kinda’ works and it’s definitely fun, so bear with me (below the cut because it's a couple of paragraphs)
In TGWDLM, Workin’ Boys is about a group of people trapped in the capitalist (business) system, struggling with the gaping holes in their emotional/personal lives (mostly from missing each other) as time takes them away from their college selves.
While a lot of Starkid’s work critiques the capitalist system in one way or another, no show goes as hard in that direction as Black Friday. It’s all about people caught up in the capitalist grind. And Wiggly preys upon the holes created in people’s hearts by the realities of life, capitalism, grief, and the passage of time, some of the same things that plague the Workin’ Boys.
Also in Black Friday, we have Santa Claus Is Going to High School, in which Kris Kringle goes to high school and becomes a star athlete, helping Northville High go up against their nemesis South Heights. Nerdy Prudes Must Die also revolves around high school students, many of whom are caught up in a sports rivalry of their own. Also, Kris Kringle is an ancient, powerful being who assumes the form of a high schooler, just like the Lords in Black in their one Nerdy Prudes appearance.
So, pretending this theory is true, what are the ✨implications✨ of The Barbecue Monologues? They deal with the food industry, a character disconnected from their own past (I know that’s Trevor fudging his line, but whatever), and a woman who longs to perform and be the center of attention. What else in Hatchetfield ties all of that together? Who works(/has worked) in the food industry, has a shrouded past (albeit not to herself), and was likely once a performer who so cherished being known by others that the Lords in Black accepted that human connection as a sacrifice?
The next Hatchetfield musical will be about Miss Holloway.
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justnnyx · 2 years
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"i've always, always liked you," he says - and suddenly you're in a flower field, like those cliche anime. i mean, it's tsukishima, and he's being SAPPY in front of you! you can't deny, you're a bit flustered. maybe more than flustered. embarrassed? okay, maybe more than that. maybe...
"well?" he asks you.
you clam up, oh shit oh shit oh shit no. do you like tsukishima? you gulp.
"do you think she'll say yes?" he asks you again.
the flowers withered. "oh, definitely!" you reply.
shit. you did. you did like him.
why only now? why only realize now that he's fallen in love with someone else? you've been friend for 5 years!
tsukishima stares at you. "um," he hesitates. "thanks for helping me, y'know, with this."
"no problem, lover boy," you laugh and he grimaces. the air is comfortable between you two, but you feel disconcerted. is this okay? just letting your newfound crush on him be buried under a mound?
"don't call me that."
you guess it's okay. as long as he's here and you're here beside him.
yeah. it's okay.
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rosegardeninwinter · 1 year
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(Love this meme idea)
okay, this one gets a teeny bit cheeky
“Let me try,” was her request, more a command than anything, as she squinted at the paint tube in his hand like she meant to do battle with it.
“Try?”
“Painting,” she said, taking it from his hand. “You always paint me.”
“Well,” he laughed, “you are a very docile canvas.” He’s spent hours transforming her scars into birds and moths, summer raspberries and trailing ivy.
“I know I am,” she said stubbornly, and before he could protest, not that he would have, she’d reached for his shirt and yanked it over his head. “But you can be too.”
Now, he lies with his head resting on his arms in a pool of sunlight on a drop cloth, wondering why he didn’t get her to do this sooner. She’s abandoned brushes and palettes in favor of her hands, and she trails her delicate, slender fingers over his skin, slowly and gently, sliding her thumbs along his muscles, loosening them as if she’s giving him a back rub after a long day. Her art style requires no sketches nor drafts, no clean lines nor erasing. She makes him laugh as she sits on his backside “to get a better angle” and she makes him sigh when her palms smear sunset colors up and down his spine. She keeps at her work for a few hours, during which he alternately dozes and wakes. At last, she stops.
“There,” she says. But instead of feeling her get up, he watches her shirt go sailing over his head. A second later, she lies down atop him, skin to skin, belly to back. She lets out a sigh of deep contentment and yawns.
“Katniss,” he laughs, “we’re on the floor.”
“We’ll get up eventually,” she says, kissing his shoulders, “Being an artist is hard work.”
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anervousmirrorball · 2 months
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sadieshavingsex · 1 year
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Wow so who else gets extremely worked up thinking they have to confess to their partner a “big secret” or “bad thought” or “deal breaking worry” and then immediately after confessing it (and sometimes having a full on conversation or even argument about it) gets into a state of cuddly bliss and feels super in love despite having just been extremely stressed and feeling like everything was about to come crashing down????
and followup what the hell is this??? Is it rocd?? Is it just relationship anxiety??? Is it just general like anxious attachment?? What is this pattern bc it definitely happens to me like I feel intense distress and think the relationship is about to end with this conversation and then immediately afterward I feel over the moon in love relieved wanting to make out whatever the whole 9 yards
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What the hell…? Glitchy, why are you so fat?
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someghostyouare · 6 months
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I Envy Someone
There's a girl I envy in school.
Her pin straight hair, stuck to her round face like a waterfall of ink. I pulled it, moving her head back. She laughed, tears in her eyes. Whether it was from the pain I couldn't tell. She handed me a hair tie afterwards. It's impossible to tie, she tells me. That day I decided I want my hair curled. The day I do, I'll have her hair tie to pull it together.
I didn't mean for my fingers to brush her face. An unintentional check. Her cheeks are so soft they're almost kissable. She told me she used the same face wash I did. It works better on her.
I could've pinched her. Although her face didn't need pinching. Her cheeks are already rosy red, blushing against her pale skin. Before I slept, my mother reminded me to bleach my face.
When she smiled, her lips parted almost gracefully. Like two glossy rose petals, both of them equally tinted pink. Not even my toothy grin could compete with that. I regret wearing lipstick early.
I envy this girl. Believe when I say it with my whole heart. The image of her is seared into my mind. I would know her in my heart. Even when her face is scratched out in my dreams. Eyes gouged out, limbs torn, I'd still know her.
I went out with her a few days ago. The date is a day I'll never forget. I had to throw out my calendar, right after I marked it down. She wore clothes better than mine. It fit her better too.
In her slim figure, her jacket hugged her the way I wanted to choke her neck. The entire time we walked, she tugged her skirt down, when all I wanted was to wear one too. My parents made me go home early. The sun had barely come down. I wish it had. I didn't want to see her waving at me from the mall entrance. I started saving up for baggier jeans.
I'm jealous. I cry to myself every night, repeating those words. I still see her blurred figure in each tear stain of my pillow.
I should be studying, but I can't think of anyone else. I can't think of anything else. Why would I study history when the reason the Trojans went to war with the Greeks is someone I know so intensely? Her name could be Helen and I'd sound out each syllable as if each breath is to be my last. If she hates Math as much as I do, what point is there in practicing in it? Solving for x or y doesn't give me the letter that spells out her perfection.
I envy this girl in school. I envy her so. I hate being with her, but I find my feet drawing myself to her. My eyes follow her every step. I've surpassed the want to be her. I've ran my sanity further than the need to be her.
My envy for her has become my love language.
I lay back. My hands tired, aching, trembling from all the emotions it took for me to admit that. In my hands, one, two, three? No, more than that. Whatever the number, pills sat in the palms of my hands. My eyes were starting to droop after gulping the first few.
Water ran through my throat, and yet I'm more parched than ever.
My chest can't keep up with my lungs.
My breathing is shallow.
I lay my head down on my desk. Everything is spinning. My head is dizzy.
I closed my eyes. Everything was pitch black.
I thought everything would be pitch black.
Even like this, I still saw her.
Her stupid hand, waving goodbye to me. It was laughable. Did she want me to go so soon?
This is the only time I agreed with her. ...
Uh hi lol
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champadamcopeland · 5 months
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.....oh it's really big show
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restartheartvn · 2 years
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RaRa Rasputin👏👏 💃💃
Likes to eat a chicken wing 👏👏🕺🕺
Lily confusing *dance emotes*
All these asks are scaring me <3 *dance emotes*
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BRB, entering a world where Jason Momoa is my sun and stars
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mad-rieux · 8 months
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*puts you into my inventory* we are going on an adventure ❤️(send this to everyone you want to take on an adventure with you🩷)
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jentrevellan · 8 months
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50000 likes!
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gyubby99 · 9 months
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@disneyanddisneyships i was bored on the travel so i wrote a song lmfao
Mr. Radiostar
Do you ever think of me?
Mr. Radiostar
Can you sing me to sleep?
Cause tonight I've been broken to pieces
The kind that time can't put back perfectly
So right now my simple wish is
That you'd stay here right beside me
Mr. Radiostar
Can you hold my hand?
Can you tell me to grit my teeth and conquer my misery?
Mr. Radiostar
Can you take me dancing?
And sway me to the beat of your sweet melody
Cause I believe that I found you for a reason
And I believe we're a promise that you're keeping
Mr. Radiostar
A mystery behind a smile
Mr. Radiostar
Ain't ever gonna show the other side
Cause instead of telling he bears everything
With what he wore from ear to ear
But when he's in my arms, his heart is telling me he's got no fear
Cause he has me near
Oh, Mr. Radiostar
Can I show myself?
Can I flutter my wings and fly to the skies above
Mr. Radiostar
Will you wait on the ground?
Will you be the moonshine admiring the dove?
Cause I believe that you found me for a reason
And I know that we're something to believe in
Oh, the static is music to my ears
Butterflies taking flight at the scene
The moon is up, the coast is clear
And Mr. Radiostar has his eyes set on me
And he takes my hand
And he takes me dancing
Swaying to the beat of our melody
Mr. Radiostar has quite the reputation
But I wouldn't mind 'long as he's dancing with me
Cause I know we found each other for a reason
We said the vows and we promised that we'll keep 'em.
Mr. Radiostar..
Come sing me to sleep
Tonight.
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thewinterstale · 7 months
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Describe your perfect day
I would, but it hasn't happened yet! I'll let ya know when it does!
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justmybeautifulthings · 11 months
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