Wicked Fandom Would Lose Their Minds If They Discovered Elbaite

not wanting to be outdone by the benders in the gang, sokka invents the flamethrower, the supersoaker, the leaf blower, and the concept of throwing rocks at people

Wicked is a story about everyone being doomed because two gay people thought they were straight.

Absolutely certainty Rangi gets angry for not being angry

She will be a little mad at Kyoshi for something stupid

Then she looks at Kyoshi, just there being the adorable cinnamon roll that she is, and feel her anger start to fade

Then when she notice that, she immediate gets two times more furious because of it

i have yet to see a version of the lion cub rescue where gelphie actually keep brrr and I'm ngl this feels like a missed opportunity.

like- just imagine our two idiots trying to keep a whole ass LION hidden and safe right under morrible's scheming nose. if this has been done, someone give me the rec lol bc i feel it would be hilarious.

Tori: Well, you’re a shit singer!

Jade: And you’re a shit actor!

Tori:

Jade:

Tori: Okay, fine, your singing isn’t terrible

Jade: Your acting doesn’t make me wanna throw up

Tori: I actually enjoy it sometimes

Jade: You were the least awlful part on our last play

Tori: I really like your voice

Jade: Your emotional scenes are above average

Tori: You sound so beautiful I could kiss you

Jade: What?

Tori: What.

wait a bunch of ppl ( in mexico i belive) got togheter and made a mini movie where everyone is poorly pretending to be french in retaliation for the dogshit emilia perez musical this is awesome tjhey all have little mustaches drawn on with sharpie and are spealing the worst french ever

what did you see?

gelphie - post canon

pieces of a post-canon gelphie that may or may not come to be

~~~

It takes Glinda four hours to stop crying. It takes her four days to realize that Elphaba shouldn’t have died. It takes her four weeks to figure out what she’s going to do about it. And it takes her four years before she finally manages to succeed. 

It’s the longest four years of her life. 

~~~

Glinda keeps her promise. She does not order Elphaba’s name cleared, and she does not issue a pardon. She allows her citizens their celebrations, but she also makes sure to see that all the posters are torn down, the banners burned, and the paintings scrubbed clean from any buildings. She erases all signs and evidence of the Wicked Witch and what she may or may not have looked like. 

She erases all signs of Elphaba, so thoroughly that, sometimes, Glinda sits in her room with a pen in her hand and a blank sketchbook in her lap, and she is afraid. She is afraid of forgetting.

Is it true you were her friend?

~~~

Sometimes, Glinda has dreams. She dreams of rose petals and snowfall and secrets whispered into the night. There's a certain peace to these dreams, even if she always wakes to tears dripping down her face. 

Most of the time, though, Glinda has nightmares.

~~~

“What do you mean ‘leave’? Oz needs you!”

Glinda sighs, a hefty thing filled with hope and fear and longing and regret. It’s been years, and it’s been hard, but the truth is: Oz doesn’t need her anymore. Not the way it used to. It can last a few months on its own. 

“You’ll be fine,” she tells them. “Oz is in good hands.”

“Will you at least tell us where you’re going?”

The Good Witch turns her head to the west, her eyes finding the distant horizon. 

“I’m going home.”

~~~

Tell me a secret.

Promise me!

Hold out, my sweet.

Is it true you were her friend?

~~~

Glinda sways, the adrenaline of the moment fading as she feels the weeks of travel, the months of planning, the years, really, of worry and guilt and sorrow and grief wash over her with the force of an avalanche.

It rumbles and breaks and crashes against her, burying her in hazy white that creeps over her vision so slowly she doesn’t even realize what’s happening until she feels herself fall, and the ground rush up to her as her world fades to black.

The last thing she sees is the unmistakable sight of green skin.

~~~

“You can let go now, Glinda,” Elphaba says. 

Glinda just shakes her head and buries her nose further in the dip of Elphaba’s neck. She can’t quite breathe, but the idea of letting Elphaba out of her arms terrifies her too much to care. She’s drowning and burning and slipping from reality, something like hysteria clogging up her throat. 

She can’t. She can’t she can’t she can’t. 

 “Glinda?” Elphaba’s voice has softened with concern as she realizes Glinda isn’t just crying. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Glinda doesn’t believe her. Can’t believe her. Because Elphaba has said it before. Elphaba has promised she wouldn’t leave her before. But she did. She left. And the moment Glinda opens her eyes or dares to let go, it’ll be like she died all over again.

And she just- she can’t.

Felt like I should make something silly after my last post

Also, Wicked fandom, who is responsible for the ship name for this OT3 being “Gliyeraba” when “Gelphiero/Gelphiyero” is right there and sounds so much better

Another one of my many headcanons is that Avatar spirits actually do get to roam the spirit world freely like 99% of the time. The only time they have to leave the spirit world is when the current Avatar needs guidance or when said Avatar goes into the Avatar state:

Kyoshi: *making out with Rangi in the spirit world*

Roku, in the physical world: Avatar Kyoshi, I seek your council

Kyoshi, pulling away from Rangi with a loud sigh: sorry, gotta take care of the newbie

Rangi, frowning: are you serious!? This is the third time this week! Can’t you just ignore him?

Kyoshi, trying not to laugh: he’s my direct successor, so the answer is gonna be no

Rangi, pouting: fine. Whatever

Kyoshi, kissing her cheek: I’ll be back as soon as I can

*quite some years later*

Aang, hanging with Gyatso: so then I was like *gasps as he feels Korra pull him into the physical world* NO WAY ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!!!! KORRA IS FINALLY SEEKING COUNCIL OH THIS IS SO AWESOME WE ARE GONNA BE BESTIES! DO I LOOK OKAY? I NEED TO PRESENT MYSELF AS A TRUE AVATAR