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A story about a boy who wore his movie fandom on his head.

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Not a happy couple, but they do both look good in green…

*if you’re here from the twitter discourse I’m sorry you had to find my art this way. I do this for fun, nothing more. It’s not meant to offend or target anyone.*

Explanation/Context: Elphaba is in a suit because in the fic this art is from, she’s raised by the Wizard, and it’s the Wizard’s own self-importance changes how Elphaba dresses when she’s young so she looks more like him/how he wants. The Wizard doesn’t know anything about raising girls, and the dresses he chose for Elphaba in her youth didn’t suit her, so he had her in men’s clothing instead cause he’s not actually all that paternal. As the story goes on Elphaba will start to pull away from his ideals and start to dress for herself, once again dawning clothing similar to what we see in film/my own ideas of what she might wear which will include skirts and blouses. *sighs*

Fanart of my own fic! I really just wanted to draw what Gelphie was wearing to their engagement ball while being a little bit angsty ☺️

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i’ve seen the wicked movie 3 times and have cried at the dance scene without fail every single time

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started drawing this as soon as i heard about the proshot omg 😭 i'm so excited ????

anyway. hope yall enjoy this 😋🙏

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do you guys think glinda writes elphie little love notes while they’re sitting in class together :b

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Screaming the tulip field is literally the lesbian flag Gaylinda we know what you are

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We’re exactly 300 days away from WICKED: FOR GOOD. Out November 21st 2025 in Cinemas.

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Aw shit, here we go again..

I have accidentally found out Mil has slithered their slimy ass to Twitter of all places, and still doing the same shit like they did here on Tumblr, still going after AnimationEpic for no good reason as they did before on their II Neg account, so to those who have a Twitter, I ADVISE YOU, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM, PLEASE MASS REPORT THEM. And PLEASE spread this asap! Everyone needs to know.

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haven't seen anyone do this yet so...

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“You could’ve picked me”

I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT OK OH MY GOD

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LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

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thank you for loving me

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it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke

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Post Act 2 Gelphie Fic

The voices faded into an eerie silence as she finally closed the door behind her, the sound of it echoing along the vast corridor. Glinda breathed deeply, leaning her back heavily against the towering, white and gold-engraved door.  She counted slowly, trying to match the rhythm of her lungs with the numbers. In, and out; one, two, three…  She repeated the sequence until her breathing steadied itself. She didn’t know how long she had stood there trying to regain her respiration to normal, but when she finally pushed herself away from the wall to stand straight, she noticed her legs trembling from the shift in weight.  After that observation followed more; the goosebumps as cool air nipped harshly on her skin, her complexion taking on a pale hue that she could clearly see the lines of blue and green veins running across her wrists. But most of all was the weight. Of her tiara, her wand, her gown, her heels, and her make-up.   Her entire self.  Glinda clenched her fist.  She tried to ignore how even a simple gesture such as that, too, drained what little amount of energy she could muster. Yet, she still carried on.  Step after step, each one heavier than the last. The long-winding carpet from underneath her muffled the click of her heels, but it did leave her feet to trudge along the thick fabric.  Glinda continued her walk with her head held high, her posture straight, and her arms to her front, keeping the crystal staff pressed against the middle of her chest. Her grip was so tight that she wondered, passingly, if the magical focus would shatter into pieces.  She tried not to let her thoughts linger on the morbid wonder of what it would feel like-To have the tiny shards of glass pierce through and embed itself into her unsuspecting palms. Even if there was nobody else in the hallway other than her, Glinda The Good kept up her appearances, not risking her moment of weakness to chance. Besides, her room wasn’t too far now-just a couple meters away from where she was. She just needed to hold herself up a little longer, to hold- Hold out, my sweet. Her hands twitched, her hold on her wand slacking and causing it to slip through her fingers. Glinda stumbled forwards. Her pink gown got caught, tangled around her legs as it was dragged downwards from the weight of the fallen rod. She stretched out her hands-trembling, hands-bracing herself for the inevitable fall.  The world around her tilted, and her head spun. From the wine, or the exhaustion, she didn’t know.  What she was sure of, however, was that she didn’t fall. Slowly, she regained herself.  Huh. Of course she wouldn’t fall. No matter what she did, no matter the mistakes she’s made, despite being on the wrong side-  She was the one to remain standing. Reaping the benefits like a parasite as she continued to gain more and more. Would she also still? She wondered. When all of Oz would find themselves into danger again, would she be the one to remain long after the end?

A segment of this oneshot i'm working on. It's set six months after act 2

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post-breakup undercut

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Say that you'll hold me forever