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claireverlasting · 11 months
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41 and 12 for the ask game?
41. What are some lines from musicals you really like?
Don't be afraid of death, Winnie. Be afraid of not being truly alive. You don’t need to live forever, you just need to live - tuck everlasting
Try to walk all over us, we'll stomp all over you - newsies (this makes me wanna bang my head against the table/pos)
To the world we dream about, and the one we live in now - hadestown
You're not good, you're not bad, you're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right - into the woods
How can you soar when you're nailed to the floor? - tick tick boom
But when you’re gone, who remembers your name? Who keeps your flame? Who tells your story? - hamilton
12. Worst stage to screen adaptation?
Short answer: Dear Evan Hansen, no one asked for a movie why didn’t they give us a proshot with the obc
Long answer:
Oh boy, ohhhhhh boy *crack knuckles*
It has to be Dear fucking Evan Hansen. For a show that has the og team in the writing room I don’t know how on the fucking earth they missed the whole story completely.
They did not realize the original plot has already walked on the edge of That Is Fucked Up and was on thin ice from falling into the Problematic Cringe Theatre Hell. They were like oh it’ll be fineeeee we can totally remove these import parts and it’ll be fineeeeee. Like bro. BRO.
A huge part of the story relies on a) Evan’s connection towards Connor, and b) The story acknowledges how Not Okay Evan’s actions are. And what did they do? Butcher the script until it highlights the worst possible part of the story. I don’t even give a flying fuck about Ben Platt being too old for the role or whatever, I can’t tell people’s age anyway, but not even the most talented and 17-years-old actor can save that monstrosity of a script, and that’s the same guy that wrote the musical one! Like how👏did👏you👏not👏see👏it👏
The thing that motivated Evan to do all the stuff in the story is that he saw himself in Connor, and you can see a lot of his action was based on “What if I’m the one that was dead, what would I want people to do”. You got Anybody Have a Map, Disappear, and ghost Connor, you cut those, you cut the connections between the two characters and Evan’s inner struggles. And they made Alana the one to suggest a Connor Project as an attempt to make Evan looked more blameless in the whole ordeal. I can’t believe I need to spell it out but it did😑not😑work😑like😑that😑, you just make Alana looked manipulative, and the whole thing can be avoided if you didn’t cut Disappear. And there are Jared and Good For You, without someone that is boinking Evan on the head like “Dude please stop”, it just looks like the story is excusing his actions.
In conclusion, they thought it’ll work better if they make Evan more out of control of his situation and overall more “Opps shit happened around me and I just went along with it”, I saw a post somewhere that said that making the character directly responsible to the thing that happened makes them more sympathetic (or smt) and it applied to this situation so much. In the musical we see a teenager that make terrible decisions as an attempt to make things better, but in the movie we just see an opportunist that is manipulative and did all of the stuff to get into a girl’s pants
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anannua · 1 year
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a doodle that got out of control and turned into a drawing~ I always wanted to do something like this and i think it turned out pretty great
thanks @nihilisticbunny for the request!
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walkitoffrogers · 1 month
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@amarvelousmencgerie
Two years out of the ice. Two years of acclimating to the modern world. Two years of chasing ghosts and following every whisper of a lead to what might have happened to Bucky. They’d never stopped looking for her. She would never stop looking for him. She wasn’t expecting to find him alive. She still didn’t expect it. There was no reason for the world to give him back to her. If there had been a body, maybe she could have accepted it, but as long as there wasn't, her hope stubbornly refused to die.
It took months before she trusted Natasha and Toni enough, but once that alliance was formed, she brought it to them. It was still a shock when they not only took her seriously, but Natasha voiced some of her own fears and suspicions. Their resources were far better than hers by herself, and what they’d uncovered in S.H.I.E.L.D., the rot eating away at the core of it, well… let’s just say they’d learned in a hurry who they could really trust.
Her rage over discovering the Winter Soldier file almost ruined the whole thing before it started. She could have burnt down S.H.I.E.L.D. without a single regret then. It was Nat and Toni who talked her down, who convinced her it was better not to show their hand, and they were right. It all had to go anyway. It didn’t matter if it was today or in a year. She couldn’t let herself believe it was really him, but she had to know for sure. Now, it was all coming to the surface on its own, spurred on by their investigation but inevitable in its own way. The truth always was.
She’d chased him down after he killed Fury, but it was like chasing smoke. Now, here he was again, face maddeningly covered, and it was taking all her concentration just to stay alive. If she kept pulling her punches, she was going to die, but the possibility that Bucky might be under that mask… she couldn’t land a proper hit. She heard Nat’s frustrated yell from a distance as she narrowly avoided that knife, and it carved open the van behind her instead. “I don’t think your heart is in this either,” she gritted out, breathless as they grappled. Get the mask off. That was all that mattered. She had to know.
It was a stupid, reckless move when she flipped over him, all her concentration on tucking and rolling the landing. Her heart stopped in her chest when he turned to face her. She fought the sound that tried to rise up in her throat. It was a kind of animal keening, and if she started making it, she knew she'd never stop, so she strangled it into silence. As long as she didn't know for sure, she could pretend to herself that her best friend in the world hadn’t been tortured for decades. How long had he resisted? He long had he waited for her to save him? When had he realized she was never coming?
"Bucky." It was a pained whisper, the sound of a heart shattering. The knowledge could have brought her to her knees. She was crushed under the weight of it, the one thing that could have kept her down forever, except he was standing in front of her, and that meant there was still hope. The moment stretched into infinity, her eyes hungrily drinking in every familiar and unfamiliar line of his face.
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so you know the lazurus pit rage? the annoyingly pervasive head-cannon.
i have a shot in the dark at one of the reasons.
people think bucky barnes return as the winter solider and jasons return as the red hood are similar.
now arnt they? no they are not. on the surface and at the bare bones maybe, dead sidekick returns and is antagonistic. and the idenitity being revealed.
like thats it. bucky barnes was brainwashed by the soviets and then red skull, once he was removed of the brainwashing, he was a solid ally. jason todd was trained by a force classically “opposed“ to batman, but was not brainwashed or even manipulated.
and also key: bucky barnes did not pose an ideological opposition to steve, no in the way jason did, bucky “came back wrong” as in he was brainwashed into a perversion of who he was, and used as a tool of the people he fought.
jason came back wrong as in, his death solidified the idea of brutal justice/the broken nature of the justice system,
they are both tragedys, but bucky comes back. scared, changed, but he goes back to the belifes he once held.
the tragedy is that jason cannot go back both him and bruce are changed by his death. they cannot go back to versions of themself who can love each other. and that is the tragedy.
so making it so Jason is out of control and can be fixed with hugs?? goes against that. it robs it of the tragedy, and the integrity of the characters. one of them will have to bend, to change, but they cannot, the story cant stay intact, so one of them ends up, off, weird.
jasons return is about the tragedy of trauma, and how it can change people, change them so much they can no longer love each other, how they had to become different people to deal with the trauma. and those people are strangers, haunted by who they once were to each other.
and thats a story i find fascinating.
not to mention that jasons boundrys are often trampled “for his own good” by bruce and the family, to get him back. congrats thats the worst possible thing to do. its still an allegory for trauma, but now its about how you should roll over and accept what happened to you and go back to who you once were to please your family, how you should kill the person who survived, to become the person before. ive read plenty of jason joins the family again fics. but these days? they sound like horror storys.they sound like nightmares.
but the mcu is pretty pervasive, and the comic storys pretty famous. so its easy to conflate the two under “dead sidekick who came back wrong”
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withoutanumber · 2 years
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≫ starter for @vctlan
It was no surprise that Cloud couldn’t sleep, with the events of the day previous.  He could still feel the cold, cold water around his waist as he had carried Aerith out into the lake to let her go, still feel the numbness that accompanied the bitter cold.  He knew he should be sad, and he was, but not to the extent he should have been.  Right now, he was just angry.  Angry and scared.
He didn’t know how Sephiroth was controlling him, forcing Cloud’s body and mind to do his bidding.  He didn’t understand why it was only him and not anyone else.  All he knew was that, no matter how scared he was, no matter how he didn’t understand this other person within himself, forced into doing Sephiroth’s bidding, he couldn’t stop now.  He had to stop Sephiroth at any and all costs.
It was still the middle of the night when he crawled out of the old bedroom of the broken down house in the City of the Ancients.  The others seemed to be sleeping, maybe not peacefully, but well enough.  Everyone except for one other person, it seemed.
He found Barret just outside the house, sitting on a rock and rubbing a cloth over his gun arm.  Some sort of maintenance, Cloud supposed.  Rubbing the back of his head, he sat down across the path from Barret and looked up at the stars.  He thought about Aerith’s reaction to the stars the first time she had seen them outside the city.
He didn’t want to think about that any longer.
“Can’t sleep, huh?” he said, as a way to clear his head.
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keymintt · 9 months
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a comic/zine about coyotes
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soupsandstars · 8 months
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Reveal the path and grant me passage!
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sadmages · 9 months
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In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet
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crowleyholmes · 9 months
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I didn't want to leave, Crowley. I didn't have a choice. I'm doing this for you. For us. We're still on our side.
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jitterbugbear · 10 months
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malanya the horse god - mixed media
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nipuni · 9 months
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😔 Oh Crowley..
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walkitoffrogers · 8 months
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half goddess, half hell | steve & ellyn
@lady-llewellyn
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It was a little over a year since the battle of Wakanda, a year of settling into the power he’d accepted to stop half a universe from being wiped out, a year since he’d moved back to New York City and started a finance company. The city had always been home, and Shield & Helm was already making headlines even in its infancy, some speculating that its success was based purely on his former Avengers fame and it would fall just as quickly as it had risen. Steve hadn’t read the gossip about himself as Captain America, and he certainly didn't read it now. The company's towering skyscraper was half-built, not yet a home, but on its way there.
Somehow, he didn’t think it was the building that he was missing. He’d expected to feel more complete upon accepting his power, and he did, a part of himself he’d always only been half-aware of clicking into place. But it wasn’t the same as being whole. He knew the stories, had read every iteration he could find when he was looking for answers about this darkness that had haunted him all his life, but if the solution was to find his Persephone incarnate, Steve thought he might as well give up now. He'd never had much luck when it came to love. His lifestyle didn't lend itself to long-term relationships when he was moving from one battle to the next.
He didn't think it was his imagination that he felt better when he was surrounded by life though, and he was a frequent visitor at the city's parks, often passing through in the middle of the day or taking walks at night when sleep eluded him. The botanical gardens were his favorite though. He took long strolls through the archways of flowers and the sparkling fountains, and sometimes had a working lunch at the outdoor café. He didn’t draw anymore, hadn't picked up a pencil in years as the fight chipped away at more and more of his personal life, but the artist in him could still admire them. It was the closest he ever felt to being inspired again.
His power wasn't so dramatic that plants withered under his touch (unless he wanted them to, but who went around killing plants?), but Steve couldn't grow a thing by himself. The few he'd tried to brighten his apartment with had simply never sprouted, and he'd resigned himself to its cool Manhattan aesthetic, all sharp lines and monochrome. Pre-war Steve would have cringed at living anywhere but Brooklyn, but the attachment to it had faded under the god's power. The scent of flowers was heady inside one of the greenhouses, orchids dripping from the archways overhead, and just being there was easing some of the tension of his day.
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soaked-doors · 4 months
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this devotion of mine runs deeper than the ocean
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aomaoe · 5 months
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smile, doctor! 📸
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Dick gets his drink mixed up with another persons in the library while visiting Barbara.
He was drinking some kale smoothie thing, for health and stuff, and he set it down to grab a book from the shelf. There was another guy next to him, who also had a smoothie in the same kind of shake-n-go bottle.
They swapped by accident.
Dick checked out his book, said goodbye to Barbara, and took a sip of his smoothie.
That's the last thing he remembers.
He wakes up two days later pinned down by a practically feral Jason, who's eyes are glowing a sickly Lazarus green, with Bruce, Tim, Cass, and Duke all showing signs of losing a fight. He's sore everywhere, and Damian is nowhere to be seen.
"Uh...." his voice cracks, and he's suddenly aware of how fucking painful his throat is. "Hi? What's going on?"
"...Is it really you, Dickwing? I swear to God if it isn't and this is another-"
"Jay I really don't know what's going on, man."
Jason doesn't believe him. Dick is cuffed with anti-meta cuffs and escorted to the cave, where Bruce demands test after test and Dick tells them the last thing he remembers.
Apparently, after taking that sip, his eyes had turned to Lazarus green, and he had beelined for the mansion. Along the way there, he had run into the Riddler.
He had broken most of the Riddler's bones.
That was when everyone had been called in to subdue Dick, who for some strange reason kept gunning for Damian. Hence, Damian was upstairs and not allowed down until they were sure Dick was okay again.
It's concluded that Dick drank some alternate form of Lazarus Water, lost his mind, proceeded to take everyone out with enhanced strength and speed except Jason, who had entered a Pit episode just to keep up, and worked through it two days after consumption.
But who the fuck transported a material as dangerous as modified Lazarus Water in a fucking shake-n-go bottle?
Danny, however, is a little sad that his ecto-shake was stolen by some rando at the library.
Their kale smoothie was pretty good though.
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anjanahalo · 18 days
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Potential DPxDC Prompt
Danny survived high school with his identity intact. It wasn't easy, and it involved "Phantom" making a deal with his parents to help fight the ghosts in return for their amnesty if permanent banishment back to the ghost zone, but no one was getting zapped or gooped or vivisected, so it's all great! Meanwhile Danny Fenton, though his life, has perfected a near universal stain remover that's not just effective even post-washing, but is also environmentally friendly (thanks ghost zone chemists for working even after death on your craft). He decides to submit it to the Wayne Foundation's Innovations of the Future contest for a potential scholarship (Jazz was already teleprompting him from her college in sending out at least ten essays a week for scholarships from other sources). He gets a full ride to the University of Gotham, along with a hefty contract for exclusive rights to his stain remover formula. The issue? Danny knows the product includes a short-lived form of ectoplasm to work, and he is very, very hesitant to allow something as big as Wayne Corp to learn about that. His parents and their zeal caused so much harm just wanting to learn about the Ghost Zone. How dangerous would it be for an Entire Corporation, whose business is to exploit for gain, to learn about it? He didn't think this scholarship application through, did he? Meanwhile Batco is horrified and aghast that a civilian not only sent in something with Lazarus water in it for a fuckin' scholarship, it is actually useful for something besides raising the dead!
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