being in a dead fandom is like being in a humid cave alone in the summer but then you find something sparkle in a corner with a bunch of dust on top and its a 2015 masterpiece of a fanfic that you will think about it till the day you die
Back on my hsm costumes appreciation bullshit: such a contrast actually between Ryan's outfits before I Don't Dance and after. Through the first movie and at least school segment of the second he has this shirt fully buttoned up, sleeves are never rolled, there's a visible t-shirt underneath. Huge contrast to Wildcats who're always relaxed and slightly sloppy.
Then Ryan is at Lava Springs where he's practically at home and his outfits a bit more summer appropriate and light, but for the dinner sequences when his parents around and there's also important guests he's looking again a bit more like he's hidding behind layers.
And then in I Don't Dance he literally wears all white like a blank canvas after a bit of reassessment of life values is happening for him. But the second half of the hsm2 and whole hsm3 feels like he's taking more risks style wise. Colors are bolder, there's more unbuttoned collar and yet again I'm never gonna be over his knee-high leather boots. And not only he's mentally better and able to standing up for himself against Sharpay, but he's also way more comfortable in his skin.
So to sum up all the above I Don't Dance feels not only extremely coming out codded, but also feels like a losing virginity metaphor.
I just know Chad calls Ryan pretty boy and Ryan pretends to hate it but his face gets all red whenever Chad says it and everyone around them groans at how disgustingly in love they are
Ryan: If you had 7 of Zeke's baked cookies and I asked for 3, how many would you have?
Chad: None.
Ryan, sighs: This is basic maths Chad —
Chad: I'd have none because I would give them all to you because I like you.
Ryan, holding back tears: Gross. Fucking disgusting. Get the fuck away from me.