post act i gelphie looking for hints the other in press releases and newspapers, but only seeing the caricatures they've come to embody
glinda sees the wicked witch posters and tries to find a hint of her elphie, her freckles, her smile, her laugh, the way she scrunches her face together when she's concentrating
elphie looks at all the press releases from glinda the good and tries to find a hint of her first friend, her silliness, her snark, her energy, her adorable and enduring dramatics
they look all the time, trying to find some hint of the girl they used to know and love, and wonder if that girl is still around somewhere
Horrendous violence on my cellular device every day since the movie dropped.
YOUβRE MY FRIEND NOW π
the good (physical damage) witch
"Where is Elphaba now? πΈπ
lolol big angst piece in a way- this whole thing is inspired by a question Cynthia was asked during a interview- so in a way it's a big fat reference lol
Need Gelphie artists to draw Elphaba in this shirt (in pink ofc)
the wicked movie teaches important moral lessons like "be bisexual in college" and "don't trust politicians" and "if you push someone who's in a wheelchair without their permission, someone might throw a bench at your head with their mind"
no cause like- i had this headcanon buried in one of my gelphie asks:
when she was a kid, glinda's biggest fear was that she wouldn't be remembered. the last thing elphie does before leaving oz is cast a spell to make herself forget
BUT
imagine if, instead, it was glinda who forgot. glinda whose mind had been wiped by magic. glinda whose only knowledge of the wicked witch was of the stories told by morrible and the wizard. the propaganda. the lies.
imagine glinda, a true servant of the wizard who believes she is doing the right thing by helping hunt down the wicked witch. a glinda shaped and twisted and warped by morrible. a glinda who wouldn't hesitate to make the witch fall.
that glinda. facing off against an aching, bruise-hearted elphie who still dreams of shiz every night and wakes every morning wishing she had glinda in her arms. an elphie who misses glinda more than anything. an elphie who cannot, will not, fight her.
"you're my friend," elphaba says firmly. urgently. desperately. "my best friend."
the girl across from her just scowls, her pretty features twisted with hate. "and you're nothing more than a wicked witch."