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CRYING at Galinda performing the most flamboyant like...tropical bird mating dance the world has ever seen

Meanwhile poor Elphaba, who has never experienced flirting with ANYONE before, let alone the world's most flamboyant closeted lesbian tropical bird, has no idea what the hell she's looking at and is just like ??????

Still, points for at least attempting to match Galinda's freak

Truly the most magnificent sapphic fail-flirt scene of all time.

susiephone

......everyone say thank you ariana

drop-of-infinity

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

musashi

hunting down this post to find that OP turned of reblogs has me heartbroken.

it's time.

letthehatersbark

The funniest one star review of Wicked I've seen so far

gamorahww

Fiyeraba parallels (4/?) ━ First meetings | "Sometimes I'm asleep"

quillsandcravats

i cannot honestly believe there are people out there who casually enjoy media rather than becoming obsessed with every movie/book/show they consume???

bustedbernie

politishaun-deactivated20230409

Okay. That was the one. That did it. Here come the tears.

hachama

This is the one that did me in:

“She was ours, she did her best, she stayed as long as she could.”

henryscavills

Elizabeth Swann. There is more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there? And the eye does not go wanting.

shutupmerlin

My boss doesn’t take me seriously because I’m the youngest in the office by a decade and spend most of my time making his life hell (unrelated problems).

Yesterday he asked me to help him with a problem with a program we use but wasn’t actually listening to me when I tried to help, so it wasn’t working. He asked who the expert on this program was in our office and I told him it was me. He asked who the expert was within the organisation and I told him it was me. He sent me out of his office saying he would call IT to fix it. So I very patiently went back to my desk, where my phone rang a minute later, with IT asking me to help someone who had a problem with the program.

The sheer unadulterated joy I felt making direct eye contact with my manager through the glass wall of his office whilst I answered his phone call will fuel me for WEEKS.

waspinfested

i cannot stand this i keep seeing op’s face like this in my mind

memewhore

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Me: Man the Fall of Rome must have been intense, I can’t imagine being around for something like that. The complete collapse of a civilisation! Wild.

Me now:

tedllasso

#WEARAMASK

winterrose527

I want to mourn her death. I want to honor her. I want to pay tribute to who she was as a woman, as a mother, as a lawyer, as a fighter, as a wife, as a justice, as a patriot.

I want to mourn her and celebrate her and thank her for everything that she did, all the decisions that she made that helped me grow up in an America where I was safe to pursue all the things I wanted.

Instead the first emotion I felt wasn’t sadness, or humility, or solemnity. It was fear. Chill down the spine, tears in the eyes, heart racing, muscle clenching fear.

And I will never forgive them for that.