#hsmtmts

[wells-hannah]

GINA PORTER AND RICKY BOWEN ↳ HSMTMTS 4.01 | “High School Musical 4

[naughtygeek49]

Hetero ship requirements:

Feisty girlboss

Puppydog loverboy

Down bad

Dont play about eachother

[livi-loo2]

life might be shit but at least theres olivia rodrigo

[saintsir4n]

The “Anything but a Black Woman,” trope.

I would argue that this trope is a sister to the disposable black girlfriend trope. However, instead the writers disposing of the black character, the fandom will. By using rhetoric that the black character “is in the way,” Or they “give friend vibes,” or even lying and claiming they like the black character and as “she deserves better….” Than the man who dotes and loves her.

EXAMPLES OF THIS:

Arcane — Jayce and Mel… do I even need to say this one?

Boy Meets World — Shawn and Angela… i despise the writers for ruining them.

Challenges — Art, Patrick and Tashi…

Dune — Paul and Chani… some people want him with his cousin Feyd-Rautha.

Daredevil — Matt and Claire

GENV — Marie and Jordan… the discourse about their pairing is pmo.

Good Omens — Nina and Maggie

Glee — Sam and Mercedes… they ended up together in my world.

Harry Potter — Fred/ George and Angelina… the only girl both were with canonically but apparently the fandom doesn’t value it.

House of The Dragon — Daemon and Laena, Jace and Baela. Mind you, Laena was the love of Daemon’s life, and people would preferred to ship Jace with Cregan.

High School Musical — Chad and Taylor, apparently he’s using her as a beard to disguise his feelings for Ryan.

High School Musical, the Musical, the Series — Rickey and Gina

Invincible — Mark and Amber. Unfortunately they race swapped Amber to make her disposable.

Love Island — every franchise, but apparently Nic and Olandria this season “give friends” despite having undeniable chemistry.

Merlin — Arthur and Gwen… but you claim he’s using her as a beard to get to Merlin.

Mickey 17 — all Mickey’s and Nasha… but instead people want selfcest instead to admit that every version of him loves a black woman.

Outer Banks — Pope and Cleo… barely see any edits for these two, it’s all about him and JJ unfortunately. And mind you, he’s killed for her.

Percy Jackson Olympians — Percy and Annabeth… apparently they give friendship vibes and he actually should be with Grover.

Pretty Little Liars — Emily and Maya, they killed my girl off.

Riverdale — Sweetpea and Josie, Archie and Josie, Archie and Josephine.

Sinners — Sammie and Pearline… people ship him with Remmick.

Shadowhunters — Simon and Maia

Spider-Man — Peter and MJ

Star Trek — Spock and Uhura

Suits — Mike and Rachel, Harvey and Jessica.

Teen Wolf — Derek and Braeden… people prefer to ship him with a child and claim she’s a placeholder.

The Bear — Carmen and Sydney… Sydney with anyone.

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier — Bucky and Sarah… they claim now he isn’t mentally ready for a relationship but ship him with anyone and everyone else.

The Flash — Barry and Iris… Barry has been yearning for this woman for all season but apparently they give siblings despite fandoms shipping relatives and siblings.

The Pitt — Michael and Dottoressa… they want this man with Whitaker.

The Vampire Diaries — Aya and Elijah, Bonnie and Damon… (anyone Bonnie was paired with, both canonically and in fanon).

The Walking Dead — Rick and Michone, yet many people believe he has a stronger bond with Daryl. There’s Daryl and Connie too.

Thor — Thor and Valkyrie… and here’s another fandom who ship siblings… him and Loki.

Twisted — Danny and Lacey. There’s show flopped when the writers broke them up and I was delighted. Even the writers knew that and tried throwing Lacey in the viewers faces because they were losing viewers.

Yellowjackets — Taissa and Simone… unfortunately Simone was a victim to the disposable black gf trope along with their son Sammie.

911 Nashville — Blue and Taylor… I’m hearing they are shipping him with his brother.

Admit you don’t like black woman and stop hiding behind these “ships”.

Add more you can think of.

Below are links to videos explaining this more:

TikTok - Make Your Day

TikTok - Make Your Day

TikTok - Make Your Day

TikTok - Make Your Day

[piastreline]

wondering. op81

"On the other side of all I've had and lost, would it be enough, or would I still be wondering?"

BACK TO SCHOOL BLUES MASTERLIST

STARRING: theatre actor!oscar and a silly showmance. but he's left, and it's too late. and now you're stuck wondering. no warnings, only swearing.

NOTES: to my dearest @starry-132173, thank you for reminding me how dearly i adore this song, and this show <3. tad angsty but it all works out :,)i also based this off 'just a moment' too!

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

It is just like that: you watch Oscar Piastri leave. Oscar, your Oscar, who you’d once scorned when he’d auditioned alongside you all those months ago. And now, he’s taken his ticket, and he is gone. You never grasped hard enough. What a ridiculous regret.

It comes to you in flashes, the moments that had made you realise he settled under your ribs as easily as oxygen. Feeding you lines on tech runs. The way the lights caught the edge of his jaw. The way, no matter how many times you told yourself it was fake, he hesitated before he would kiss you. When you’d have to pretend you weren’t searching for his name on the rehearsal sheet. How every run, every setback, felt bearable when he’d gently squeeze your hand backstage.

You’d promised yourself you’d never let the fold of curtains and too many hours and bitter coffee deceive you again. And yet, here you are. Eyes, dangerously close to welling up. The image of him, giving you a shy wave, backpack slung off one shoulder. No matter what, you would’ve lost. If you’d ran up to him, told him the truth, and then watched him go anyway. Still, staying silent had been a different kind of betrayal, a different type of knife in the gut. Maybe you were being dramatic. That was the only way you knew how to be. And it was logical. You’d both been doing theatre for so many years, and he had never once crossed a line. So, the odds weren’t favourable. Still, you can’t help but wonder. What if, when you’d first noticed you breathed easier with him around, you’d said something? And what if, in between meticulous blocking and memorised lines, there was some truth in his confession? If you’d been braver, maybe it would be different. On the other side of having him and losing him, which is maybe better than never having him at all.

You pick up your phone. It’s a personal attack when a photo of the two of you from closing night flashes. You forgot that it was in your rotation of lockscreens. Cruel.

Still, when you admire the way you’re both subtly trying to glance at each other, the way his knuckles are nearly white as he grips your hand, you hesitate. You do not reach for your headphones, do not try to find a playlist nearly as miserable as you. Instead, you call him.

“Hey, Oscar.”

There’s the sound of steady static, and for a moment, it’s your only reply.

“Hey? Please don’t tell me I forgot something.” he mumbles, and you exhale a little at the sound of his voice. You’re slightly confused by the clear nerves, but his shallow breathing matches your own.

“Are you- are you okay to talk right now? Or just listen? I have something I’d like to say.” you begin, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve. You can imagine him raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the slight confusion on his face.

“Um, yeah. ‘Course.”

You smile a little, even though your wall is the recipient.

“Okay. Look, maybe I should’ve done this before you left, but I wasn’t brave enough. And now you’re gone, so I figured it’s okay? You can just, I don’t know, block me. After this. If you want.”

He chuckles now, and the sound makes your stomach flip shamelessly.

“I’m not going to do that. You know I get withdrawal symptoms if I can’t bother you at least once a day.”

The memory hits like a punch. When you’d been disappointed to see his name beside yours on the cast list, and you still weren’t over it two weeks later. When he’d messaged you twice in the span of thirty minutes, and you’d got so irritated you’d snapped.

‘Do you have to bother me every day? It’s like you’re fuckin’ addicted to annoying me.’

‘You got me. Hands get shaky if I don’t ask you politely what scene we’re running in the morning.’

That was the first time he’d made you laugh, and the last time any message from him had aggravated you.

“I think I like you. In that pathetic, ‘we did a show together and I think about our stage kisses a little too often’ kind of way. And I’d really appreciate some type of script right now, because I have no idea what to say. I mean, was it just a part that we were playing? ‘Cause it didn’t feel like we were faking. I barely even, fuck, I mean. I had to force myself to stop loving you when the curtains closed.” you confess, all in one ridiculously desperate breath.

The silence on the other end hurts, and the butterflies in your stomach decide to substitute their wings for blades.

“Oscar?”

There’s the sound of a crack, and some rustling, and then some unintelligible cursing. Then the line, with one last fizzle of hope, goes dead.

You hadn’t expected such a blunt reaction. It’s actually so shocking, at first, that you don’t quite react. You blink, and you breathe, because that’s pretty easy to manage. But you don’t stop tugging at your sleeve, and your knees stay tucked into your chest. You bite back the type of tears that only fall because of rejection, and you let yourself mourn and recover simultaneously. At least now, there is no what-if.

Your phone blares dramatically loud about a minute later. You almost don’t pick up. But you realise you’re far too hopeless to not secretly want to hear his voice again.

“Shit, sorry about that. Dropped my phone. Anyway, where were we?” he asks, and you want to laugh, but you’re still fragile.

“Oscar, don’t be mean.”

You can hear the thudding of feet, and then the angry honk of a car, and the beeping of a crossing.

“Sorry, just almost got ran over. And I’m not trying to be mean, that’s unfair. Just asking about where we left off.”

“God, you are infuriating.”

“Pretty sure that’s not what you were just saying-”

You cut him off with a confused question.

“-Are you not, like, on a bus right now?”

He clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, not really. I got off, after you called. Dropped my phone as I was going down the steps, which was embarrassing. I heard the driver snicker at me.”

He laughs at himself now, but it sounds a bit strangled.

“Oscar, what the fuck?”

“Look out of your window. That’s your window, right?”

You get up, opening the blinds. And there, standing directly under a streetlight, stands a boy. He’s waving both arms frantically, and you raise an astounded palm back.

“I’m going to hang up now. I hope that’s okay.”

With that, the line goes dead again. 

There’s nothing graceful in the way you tumble down the stairs, flinging yourself out of the front door, forgetting to care about your white socks quickly staining.

You hear a yell of your name from the kitchen, and some flurry of movement, but you do not hesitate.

You continue to lack grace as you tumble into Oscar, giggling at his noise of surprise at your borderline attack.

“Hello. You’re insane.” you accuse, but it’s hard to get the words out because of how he’s looking at you. 

“Hello. You might be right.”

There’s that all too familiar hesitation, in the way he brings a hand to the side of your cheek, and the gentle lean-

“-Oh! Oscar, do come in. I’ve just put some pizza on. I thought you were meant to be heading back home today?”

Your mother seems completely oblivious of her interruption, and you would be annoyed. But when he reaches for your hand, you both explode into a fit of overly-joyous laughter. ᥫ᭡.

[cobbbvanth]

you get assigned gay by kenny ortega. you then get assigned not gay by disney but they let you keep the fruity hats. you come back next year and get assigned gay by kenny ortega again, this time complete with a homoerotic dance sequence. you return again the following year and are assigned not gay by disney, this time accompanied by a heterosexual prom date. you return 15 years later and are finally assigned gay by disney because they now think it's profitable. you are ryan evans in high school musical.

[multifandom-lesbian09]

Musicals are so funny to me. Like I love them but the whole concept is basically:

Protagonist: this is so sad. Alexa, power off and let me sing about this

[forbescaroline]

favorite outfits: gina porter (season 2)