idk who to be more jealous of in that video that betsy wolfe posted on tiktok. andrew who gets to hold her in his lap while she sings to him, or betsy who gets to be held by andrew in his lap
Scrolling through comments on a Falsettos TikTok is actual torture, especially the replies. Saw a comment that was asking like why everyone thought act 1 marvin was so bad and someone responded “he hit his ex wife” (this isn’t the bad part obviously). Someone had the absolute brilliant idea to respond to that reply with “god knows what he did to Whizzer when he got angry” like you guys never do cease to amaze me with all the ways you figure out to make a woman’s experience about a man! Your way of sweeping Trina as a character completely under the rug isn’t cute, you’ve just diminished the whole meaning of that whole song because you just decided the hardships a woman went through with her controlling ex-husband just HAD to be about a man, it just had to be!
This is a piece that I absolutely speedran last night (started a 9ish and finished at 2am) and the idea had been rattling around in my head for about a month so I'm really happy I finally got to paint it
( also I know theres like. a little bit of disagreement on how Marvin dies, but regardless I know that Whizzer was with him in his last moments.)
i bet this wasn't on your 2024 bingo card (because it sure wasn't on mine)
this is the first fic i’ve written in literal years so please bear with me if it’s bad lol. i just got sudden motivation yesterday and couldn’t stop writing this.
i’ve always wondered the implications of marvin working as a weatherman for a news station amidst the extreme silence and disregard the media had towards the aids crisis (specifically during its earlier days). this fic sees marvin go back to work the day after whizzer dies and makes some revelations while starting to heal.