So we've all heard of the "I Want Song" genre in musicals.
But what about the "Let's talk about the bitch behind their back like they're not in the room" song, or "singing s*** behing a bitche's back". There's a surprising amount of them.
"Belle" from Beauty and the Beast
"Scrooge" from Muppet Christmas Carol
"Maria" from The Sound of Music
"Look at Me I'm Sandra Dee" from Grease
"You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" from How The Grinch Stole Christmas
"Jackass In a Can" from Galavant
"Phony King of England" from Robin Hood
"Stepsister's Lament" from Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella
"Non-Stop" from Hamilton
And, of course, the man, the myth, the legend...
"We Don't Talk About Bruno" from Encanto
You can learn a lot about a character and story from what they sing versus what other people sing about them.
Imagine Maverick attempting to teach Bradley how to dance the Laendler from The Sound of Music and Ice sees, surprising pretty much everyone with how smoothly he can dance.
And Maverick and Ice have been dancing around each other for months now, not wanting to admit that their feelings, this dance just shows how they can't hide their feelings any more...
So, at *that* moment when the dance gets more intimate and their faces are mere inches apart, so much so that if they just leaned a little bit forward...
But Maverick steps back with Ice still staring at him with that piercing gaze of his, and he tries a lame excuse, "I don't remember anymore."
Bradley comes out of nowhere, noticing in the typical little-kid fashion, "Your face is all red."
"Is it?" Mav asks, his hands going to his cheeks that suddenly feel hot and flushed. But still, he doesn't look away from Ice. "I don't think I'm used to dancing."
And Ice just smiles that little half-smirk of his, those blue eyes still so piercing.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
I’m gonna turn 32 in nearly a month and I personally like being in my 30s a lot. I am not self-conscious or concerned with this. I look 30something, I feel 30something, and I am totally cool with this. I don’t feel like 32 is old or past prime (heck, I’m not even old enough to run for President) and I am even more excited to turn 33 in 2025, the age that hobbits traditionally come of age.
I think a lot of the doom and gloom posts about being in your 30s are overblown at best and a load of hogwash at worst and it makes me sad to see my younger friends feel nervous about hitting that 30 year milestone.
Your body does not instantly fall apart the second you blow out your birthday candles. You don’t immediately lose interest in doing anything you thought was fun in your 20s. (Hint: if you do, that’s called depression).
But I do have one warning for you if you’re a young person swiftly approaching 30, one sign of aging that I never hear anyone talking about but that was, for me, the harbinger of coming decrepitude.
One day, you may look at Captain von Trapp, as portrayed by Christopher Plummer in The Sound of Music (1965) and go, “Okay, hmmm, I kinda get what Maria sees in him,” when you know for a fact you once saw him as “old” when you were younger. That’s the point of no return. That’s the crucial transition point from “hip youth” to “grownup.”
Then one day, you may realize that Christopher Plummer was the same age as many of your friends when he made that movie. (He was 35.) And that’s the moment you’ve fully crossed the bridge into maturity. The sooner you process that, the more you’ll enjoy the rest of your 30s. Bon voyage!
I love dinluke because every single fanfic basically follows the plot of either Fleabag season 2 or the Sound of Music. Oh, Din’s a wealthy, powerful, and feared aristocrat/king and Luke is his son’s beautiful and fiery teacher? Boom, the Sound of Music. Luke’s a kind and devout Jedi monk and Din’s a mysterious and morally grey stranger who Luke eventually betrays his religion for by falling in love with him? Boom, Fleabag. Like my brother in Christ, every single fanfic writer just copies + pastes these two scripts into AO3 and changes the names.
Let's start at the very Beginning,
A very good place to star-t....
When you read you begin with A B C
When you love you begin with you and me, you and me...
You and me...
Do re me fa so la ti...
I go too fast for you? Let's see if I can make it easier...
Do, an angel, a gay-coded angel
Re, I'm re-ally. re-ally gay
Mi, and you, a group of two
Fa, we can run far away
SO, HE'S JUST AN ANGEL I KNOWW
LA, OH LA-RD HEAL THIS BIKEEEEE
TI, WOULD YOU LIKE A CUPPA TEAAAAA
AND THAT'LL BRING US BACK TO DO-O-O-O
I'm sorry I'm delirious and very sick this is what you are all cursed with.