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We all know the tiny Hiccup from the hidden world flashbacks, now let me introduce you to slightly bigger tiny Hiccup!

To clarify:

flashback Hiccup, 4.

Movie 1 Hiccup, 15.

Rtte Hiccup, 18- 19.

Movie 2 Hiccup, 20.

Movie 3 Hiccup, 21.

WE NEEDED THE 10 YEAR OLD LOOK, AND WE GOT IT

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i feel like tumblr doesnt know about the pain and suffering that is english tap water,,,, girl there are stalagmites inside me

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The purpose of life is to get really into stories that drive you so crazy you sometimes feel the need to throw up from how much you love them

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what they don't tell you about hadestown is that orpheus and eurydice are not the main characters. neither are persephone and hades. or hermes. or the fates. the main character is whoever in the band is playing the trombone because holy fuck

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THEY JUST WANTED TO PLAY SOCCER ☹️ THEY WERE EXCITED TO HAVE A PRIVATE PLANE ☹️ THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME IN A WEEK ☹️ THEY WERE JUST TEENAGERS ☹️ THEY WERE SO SCARED WHEN THE PLANE WAS GOING DOWN ☹️ THEY JUST WANTED TO PLAY SOCCER AND WIN NATIONALSSSSSSSSSS☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

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it's always "did you think I'd be impressed by this neon necropolis?" and never "how was the neon necropolis? it looked fun, was it fun?"

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Musicals are time loops. Every night, the same thing happens except for a few minor differences. It always ends the same. If you want the characters to do something different or to make better choices, too bad. The actors are bound by the script and the score. The only way for the time loop to end is for the show to close. But you (the audience) don't want the show to close, nor do the actors who would like to be employed. It's a lose/lose situation. For the actors, audience, technicians, and for the characters, who are forever stuck in the same stretch of time.

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Musicals are time loops. Every night, the same thing happens except for a few minor differences. It always ends the same. If you want the characters to do something different or to make better choices, too bad. The actors are bound by the script and the score. The only way for the time loop to end is for the show to close. But you (the audience) don't want the show to close, nor do the actors who would like to be employed. It's a lose/lose situation. For the actors, audience, technicians, and for the characters, who are forever stuck in the same stretch of time.

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I got this while scrolling on instagram to try to convince me to join threads and I—

We did it. We finally saved her.

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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What if you fell in love with a girl while you were playing Orpheus and she were playing Eurydice and you lost her every night and then on your last performance they rewrite the ending just a little bit so she leaves with you and you get to take her home just that one time and then after a while you both return to the show for a limited time to play those roles again and you get engaged during it. Happened to Reeve Carney apparently. Makes me insane.

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What could he do? Where could he turn, twice robbed of his wife? With what tears could he move the spirits, with what voice move their powers? Cold now, she floated in the Stygian boat. They say he wept for seven whole months 📷: @callmelasagna

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i cannot be the first person to post this here but i am going so fucking insane about the gaia music collective's one day choir singing wait for me. the opening harmonies are you KIDDING me

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It's an old tale

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a lot of you bitches don’t understand that i’m coming wait for me. i hear the walls repeating. the falling of our feet and it sounds like drumming. and we are not alone. i hear the rocks and stones echoing our song. i’m coming

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Very depressing how Orpheus gets a dad, a mentor, and a wingman all in one and Eurydice just gets three women telling her to kill herself