#Galinda's Wardrobe

[marianagarciagr]

Sadly Galinda's Wardrobe website is down. There are a few photos left on the Internet Archive if you look through the Wayback Machine, but Most if not all of the photos from non-US productions are gone forever.

hello! since you're basically the costume queen, i thought i would ask here if you know of any costume blogs for wicked the musical? i'm aware your speciality is phantom, but if you know of any wicked blogs or websites, could you please link them (or let me know if you do post a bit of wicked)? thanks!

My knowledge on Wicked is shallow at best. Hopefully someone else can offer some good blog tips? Anyone? Keep an eye on the answers on this post, to see if good suggestions turn up :)

[accio-boys]

lost in his dance | fiyero x reader

summary; you confronted Fiyero’s careless attitude, leaving him behind, wondering if he’d notice. btw here's the part 2 of the story.

The wind roared past the window, rattling the glass and filling Fiyero’s suite with a biting chill. Ozma Towers, with its grand halls and lavish rooms, felt colder than ever.

You sat at his desk, staring at the stack of neglected assignments and half-finished projects, the frustration boiling in your chest. You’d spent hours trying to pull him out of his downward spiral, but it always felt like trying to fill a broken jar—no matter how much you poured in, it leaked right back out.

“Fiyero, what do you mean you’re going to Ozdust again?” you called out sharply, hearing him rummage through his wardrobe behind you.

“You’ve been there every night this week with Galinda. Don’t you think it’s time to focus on your work? You’re failing half your classes.”

His laugh echoed from the other side of the room, light and careless.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, stepping into view with his shirt untucked.

“You’re always so tense. You really should learn to let go.” He leaned against the edge of the desk, his smirk infuriatingly lazy.

“I see I still haven’t corrupted you yet.”

“Corrupted me?” you snapped, turning to glare at him.

“Is that what you call this? Dragging everyone down with you? Your friends, your grades, your future? Do you even care about anything?”

His smirk deepened as he reached for his coat, moving with the same infuriating ease he always did.

“Of course, I care,” he said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.

“I care about enjoying life. About living in the moment. You should try it sometime.”

“Living in the moment?” you shot back, standing abruptly.

“You think ignoring your responsibilities is living? Pretending nothing matters isn’t freeing, Fiyero. It’s pathetic.”

His expression flickered for a moment—just a moment. Something raw and unguarded flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before you could name it.

“What’s so wrong with not caring?” he asked quietly, his voice softer than before.

“What if none of this matters? What if it’s all just… meaningless?”

You froze, the anger in your chest dimming for a second. “That’s why you do this, isn’t it?” you said, your voice quieter now.

“You act like nothing matters because you’re scared it doesn’t. But Fiyero, hiding behind parties and charm isn’t living—it’s running away.”

For a second, you thought you’d gotten through to him. He looked at you like he might say something real, something honest. But then, with a shrug, his mask slipped back into place.

“Maybe,” he said, his grin returning, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“But at least I know how to have fun. You? You’re so obsessed with trying to matter that you don’t even know how to enjoy yourself.”

You stared at him, your fists clenching at your sides.

“Do you think this is fun for me?” you snapped.

“Do you think I enjoy cleaning up your messes while you throw everything away? You’re selfish, Fiyero. And I’m done.”

His grin faltered. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice laced with something you couldn’t place—confusion, annoyance, maybe regret.

You grabbed your bag and stormed toward the door, your chest heaving with anger and disappointment.

Pausing for a moment, you turned back to him, your voice cold and cutting.

“Do your own work for once. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore. I’ll just be dancing through life, like you said.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with bitterness. You didn’t wait for a response.

The wind howled louder as you stepped into the hallway, slamming the door behind you. It cut through your coat, chilling you to the bone, but you didn’t stop walking.

Your mind raced, replaying his words over and over, the ache in your chest growing with every step.

You told yourself you were done. Done with his excuses, his charm, and his endless refusal to care. But as the cold wind whipped around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even noticed you were gone—or if he’d just keep dancing through life without a second thought.

should I do a part 2? should I also do requests? what do you guys think?

[bunnysnuff]

Galinda gives the reader a make over headcannon:

Pairing: Galinda x f!reader.

Trigger warnings: none.

The Spark of an Idea:

•Galinda notices your more casual or understated style during one of your hangouts. She’s lounging dramatically on her bed, twirling her hair, when she suddenly gasps.

•“Darling! I simply must give you a makeover. Think of it as a… confidence boost! Not that you’re not already adorable, of course. But you could be glamorous!”

Your Reluctance:

•You’re immediately skeptical, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s really my thing, Galinda.”

•She brushes off your protests with a wave of her hand. “Oh, nonsense! You’ll look absolutely stunning. Trust me! Besides, it’ll be fun! And it’s bonding time with me—who could say no to that?”

She uses every trick in the book: puppy-dog eyes, her most charming smile, and maybe even a little pout until you finally cave.

The Over-the-Top Preparation:

•The day of your makeover feels like a royal event. Galinda pulls out an entire arsenal of beauty products, hair tools, and outfits from her seemingly endless wardrobe.

•“Okay, first things first: skincare. A perfect face starts with a perfect base,” she declares, tying your hair back with a pink silk headband.

The Process:

•She’s surprisingly skilled as she applies products to your face, giving you a play-by-play of every step. “This will make your skin glow, darling. Trust me, everyone will be asking what your secret is.”

•When it comes to your hair, Galinda is a perfectionist. She fusses over every curl or strand, humming cheerfully as she works.

•The clothing portion is the most chaotic. She tosses dresses, skirts, and shoes in your direction, rejecting some before you even get a chance to try them on. “Hmm, no, that color doesn’t do you justice. Ah, but this? Perfection!”

Her Reactions:

•When she’s finally done, she claps her hands together and squeals. “Oh, my Oz, look at you! You’re absolutely stunning! I knew you had it in you.”

•She twirls you around in front of a mirror, beaming with pride. “You’re a masterpiece. My masterpiece!”

Your Reaction

•At first, you feel a little awkward, not used to seeing yourself like this. But the look in Galinda’s eyes—a mix of pride and pure affection—makes you start to see yourself through her perspective.

“Okay, I’ll admit… it’s not bad,” you say, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Not bad?! Darling, you’re gorgeous!”

The Aftermath:

•Galinda insists on taking you out to show off her work. “What’s the point of a makeover if no one sees it?” she chirps.

•As the two of you walk through campus or town, you notice the attention you’re getting, and Galinda practically glows with pride. “See? I told you. Stunning!”

•By the end of the day, you’re laughing with her and feeling more confident than ever, grateful for her enthusiasm—and her belief in you.

The Bonus Affection:

•At some point, when the two of you are alone again, she gazes at you and says softly, “You’re beautiful no matter what, you know. I didn’t have to change anything—I just wanted to show you how I see you.”

•Your heart melts a little at her sincerity, and you realize that beneath all the glitter and drama, Galinda really does have a way of making you feel special.

[wickedisback]

You’re My Sweet

A Holiday Gelphie fic

Author notes: A fic I wrote back in 2010. Very book characterization based. But no spoilers for anything act 2 musical or book wise. A chapter from the middle of the fic but I think it’s a good standalone short.

TLDR: Book characterization. No spoilers for book or Act II.

Rated T

I apologize for the grammar in advance. I have not gone over it since I posted it in 2010 and just wanted to put it out into the world during the holidays.

In the book the holiday season they celebrate is called Lurlinemas. ‘Tis the season to toss me a like if you’re so inclined.

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Waking to an empty room, Galinda was slightly disoriented. She napped much longer than she’d planned. Hurrying out of bed to turn on some lights she glanced at the time, 8 o'clock at night. Where exactly would Elphaba be? Galinda shook her head, as if to shake away the lingering thoughts of their nap- cuddled in bed, Elphaba comforting her, feeling safe and warm and…

Well, Elphaba could do as she pleased for all Galinda cared. It wasn’t her place to worry about it.

Tomorrow was Lurlinemas Eve, and the room needed decorating. She grabbed a box full of festive baubles from her wardrobe. Galinda hummed to herself as she traipsed around the room, taping sparkling snowflakes to the window and stringing pink lights around her vanity. Pink and silver garland decorated her headboard, and pearly white ornaments hung from every drawer knob on her side of the dorm.

Galinda glanced around at her work, feeling quite proud. She plopped down on her soft, frilly bed and noticed the lack of anything pretty on Elphaba's side of the room. Well... there was an extra strand of pink and silver garland. After all, if Elphaba didn't like it she could simply take it down. Resolved, Galinda placed the garland on Elphaba's headboard, tacking it in place. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled and she realized she had skipped dinner, due to their afternoon nap. Galinda felt her face grow warm as once again her mind drifted to thoughts of Elphaba holding her so very close.

Furtively, she glanced at the box of Lurlinemas decorations; it was nearly empty save for an old sprig of mistletoe. It would be silly to put it up, no boys were allowed in the dorm. Besides, Elphaba might get the wrong idea... Wrong idea about what exactly? “No, not even possible." She said aloud to the empty room. “She doesn't even think we're friends..." And it was true, they were just so... different, but that didn't mean that she and Elphaba were enemies, right? Galinda sighed. She was over-thinking this, just because Elphaba had been acting strangely didn't mean anything. Elphaba was strange, plain and simple. It had nothing to do with feelings, or friendship, or anything else that was getting mixed up in that blissful blonde brain of hers. Galinda gave up on her mental debacle and decided to scrounge up something to eat instead.

Just then, the door flung open and in burst a flustered Elphaba.

"Unbelievable." Elphaba muttered under her breath, tossing down a stack of papers and throwing her cloak off her shoulders. She shoved a brown bag into Galinda's hands and kicked off her boots. "Inconceivable." She huffed, plopping down on her bed and gesturing for Galinda to open the bag.

Galinda reached in and pulled out two sandwiches; she handed one to Elphaba and opened her own.

Elphaba took a bite, chewed and swallowed. "Melted cheese sandwich, I'm afraid they might've gotten a bit cold on the way over."

Galinda unwrapped hers and shrugged. "Good regardless, thank you."

Elphaba sighed in exasperation.

“What happened?" Galinda sat down next to her roommate and nibbled at her sandwich.

"Too much to explain." Elphaba muttered.

"You were researching." Galinda prompted. "And... there was a breakthrough of some sort?"

"The Wizard is trying to suppress all Animal activity." Elphaba explained, finishing her sandwich and reaching for some juice.

“What?" Galinda asked, shocked.

"Dr. Dillamond thinks that the Wizard is trying to suppress the Animals from our society, enough that they will eventually be phased out and all that will be left are animals in their place." Elphaba handed the juice to Galinda and paced about the room, twisting her spindly fingers together and wringing her hands.

"But the Wizard wouldn't do something like that. He works for the betterment of Oz." Galinda objected. "That old Goat must be wrong."

"Don't you see? He's completely right, of course. It all started with the Bann. Something must be done about it. The segregation has already started. Why didn't I notice it before?" Elphaba groaned, clearly upset with the situation and with herself.

"The Bann meant for Animals... it was the catalyst for something more?" Galinda guessed, still trying to catch up on Elphaba's ravings.

"Yes, yes, don't you see? The Wizard is deceiving all of Oz!" Elphaba grabbed her roommate's shoulders in excitement.

Galinda gaped, her mouth a perfect 'O'. "If this is true then someone has to do something."

Elphaba stared straight into Galinda's eyes with a fervor the blonde had never seen before. "Someone will."

Slowly, it dawned on her... "Oh Elphie, you can't!"

A smirk crept across the green woman's lips. "Elphie?"

Galinda couldn’t help but blush. "I-I... it just slipped out."

Elphaba chuckled, tousling Galinda's hair.

Galinda wasn't one to be patronized. "You've got a nickname for me. Why can't I have one for you too? Even if we aren't friends." She huffed, crossing her arms and pouting.

"I do?" Elphaba asked absentmindedly, turning around full-circle to take in the room.

"You call me, 'my sweet'."

Elphaba glanced at her. "What happened to our room?"

"I decorated. Tomorrow is Lurlinemas Eve. You don't like it?" Galinda asked, not sure why Elphaba's approval suddenly mattered so much to her.

Elphaba shrugged. "A bit... pink for my taste." She prodded the decorations on her own bed.

"You can take them down if you like." Galinda offered, feeling irrationally disappointed.

Elphaba turned, noticing the tone in her roommate's voice. "If you like them, then I like them." She smiled, hoping Galinda would smile return in. She looked for the usual brightness that surrounded her bubbly roommate, finding it unusually absent. The blonde was huffy, irritated, and Elphaba couldn't help but wonder why.

“Something wrong?" She put her flurry of anger and frustration at the situation of Oz on hold. She turned to focus on her roommate and begin to suss out the change in their dynamic.

Galinda sniffed, turning away haughtily. "No."

"Lies." Elphaba said, stepping up behind Galinda and snaking her arms around the smaller woman's shoulders, resting her chin on top of the blonde's head. She felt Galinda stiffen at the contact, definitely unusual as gentle physical contact usually calmed the blonde down. Just a squeeze of the hand or a light touch on her arm from Elphaba normally helped settle any of Galinda’s distress.

"Why that nickname?" Galinda asked, her voice light and breathy.

Elphaba chuckled, moving her lips to brush against the shell of Galinda's ear. "Is that all? Isn't it obvious?" Elphaba nipped lightly feeling a shiver travel down Galinda's petite frame. "It's because you are delightfully, sugary sweet."

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AUTHOR NOTES:

Working on transferring my Gelphie fics from fanfiction.net to an AO3 account. (I’ve never had one before). There is a lot more to this fic.

But my hobby is now writing Gelphie fics so hopefully they’re enjoyable to someone?

Happy Holidays Gelphie Nation!

Reblogs also appreciated 😁

[theamityelf]

I just saw Wicked. Good news: Enjoyed it a lot. Want to see it again. My critiques are fairly small (and I'll probably post them some other time), but right now my main thoughts are:

They didn't Rum Tum Tugger it. By which I mean, they didn't remove the gay subtext. I felt it. Fiyero gazing after Elphaba and Galinda as they left the ball just had me thinking, "Here's how the polycule can still win." And I love that they placed the lyrics "Your life could end up changing" over that.

I'm glad I never check the soundtrack before seeing movie musicals, because the tension in me when I genuinely thought they were skipping Dancing Through Life was incredible. It felt like they were doing what Into the Woods did with "No More," where they played an instrumental version while letting the general content of the song play out in brief spoken dialogue. Thankfully, wasn't the case.

I really enjoyed the choreography. The heightened/unfamiliar reality of Oz really came out in the wardrobe, choreo, language, etc. They kept the wacky words.

Cameos were exciting but slightly outstayed their welcome.

The little details and lines that are going to be called back to in Part 2 were all present, but I don't think the average moviegoer will remember/appreciate that, by the time Part 2 arrives.

They made good use of the format. They did a good amount of visual flourishes that wouldn't be possible onstage, which I consider essential for a movie musical.

Great cast, great chemistry.

[ao3feed-gelphie]

That Godforsaken Shirt

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eISZWDf by Korasi Galinda sniffed, lifting her nose indignantly. “I was saying that her wardrobe is an eyesore,” she said haughtily. “The rolled-up sleeves are entirely unnecessary, as are those ridiculous forearms.” Pfannee frowned. “What’s wrong with her forearms?” Galinda floundered for a moment, searching for the words. “Well, they’re just... too defined. Who needs forearms like that unless you’re chopping wood?” She tried to sound dismissive, but her voice wavered just slightly as Elphaba reached up to adjust her collar, the movement causing her biceps to flex beneath the tight fabric. Or: It’s not Galinda’s fault Elphaba is so utterly distracting Words: 5733, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked (Movie 2024), Wicked - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland, Pfannee (The Wicked Years), Shenshen (The Wicked Years) Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Down Bad Galinda Upland, Teasing, Tension, Flirting, Oblivious Elphaba Thropp, but is she really to blame read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eISZWDf

[nobodysdaydreams]

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Okay, so here's the thing. I know this is for tmbs. However. I have been having tmbs writer's block and there are 12 more of these in my inbox, so once I start writing, you will have plenty of WIP Snippets, I promise.

So in the meantime, here's a WIP snippet from my Wicked fanfic:

(For context: This is a Wicked musical/movie AU with some book characters where Galinda adopted Liir):

“Oh dear,” said scarecrow, crouching himself down to seem less intimidating. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You’re…you’re a scarecrow!” gasped Rain.

Fiyero looked down at himself.

“It seems I am,” he agreed, before looking up and smiling at her. “How peculiar.”

Seeing the girl was still unsure, Fiyero stretched his arm out to her.

“It’s alright, here, feel,” he offered.

Rain tentatively felt his arm.

It was soft, made of cloth and straw. And the scarecrow didn’t sound scary. He sounded kind.

“I like your dress,” complimented Fiyero, looking at Rain’s pink ballgown, which she had picked especially to run away in as it was a more casual ballgown compared to the rest of her wardrobe.

“Thank you,” said Rain. “My grandmother gave it to me. She buys me all my clothes, and she says pink goes very well with green.”

“I couldn’t agree more. It’s certainly very…sparkly,” noted Fiyero with a polite smile. He’d always dreamed of being able to meet his granddaughter one day, but he’d never imagined her being quite so “Galinda-fied”. The pink dress, pink shoes, pink flowers in her hair and pink suitcase were indeed a sight to behold and could have been selected by no one other than Galinda Upland herself, in an effort to spoil her favorite and only grandchild.

[annachum]

Galinda Upland prompt

When Galinda becomes the Witch of the North, she moved into a beautiful castle decorated with glass statues and has the castle garden in pink roses. She retired her parents to a nice villa in the outskirts of Frottica Hills, and one of her cousins eventually took over the Arduenna Dairy Businesses

The Arduenna - Uplands became more prominent than ever now that Galinda becomes magistrate ruler of Gilikin Country. Galinda also has a wardrobe upgrade - with even more resplendent gowns of mainly white, pink and purple and often decorated in purples

She soon has everything she's ever dreamed of - fame, popularity, significant political and social influence, came to master frost related magic and becoming a fashion icon

But it just wasn't the same without Elphaba

Her family hatched a scheme to on paper be amongst the supporters of Oscar Diggs ( whom she later on banished ). In truth, the Arduenna Uplands came to be also spies spreading Intel those who are against Oscar Diggs' anti animal operation. She luckily banished him just before he can persecute her parents. Nobody messes with the people she loves and gets away with it

But Elphaba....

She sometimes wonder if things can be different between them. She loved Fiyero and Elphaba in different ways, but in equal capacity. And if they are to be soulmates as the Fates ordained....

How is she to destroy their happiness?

Yes, Galinda still enjoys the camaderie that comes with her fame and glamor, but she learns to cherish her times with the people closest to her more.

That Lurliemas ( aka Ozian version of Christmas ), months after Fiyero and Elphaba ran away, Galinda hosted a grand Lurliemas Gala in her castle, inviting many friends and dignitaries to come over.

She wore a splendid ivory gown decorated with diamonds that evening, and everyone gasped in awe when she finally shows up in her bubble. And ofc, Galinda truly enjoys the Gala and enjoys all the praise and holiday greetings bestowed upon her and her family

Then when she came to the glass pane windows of the castle in a private corner, she raised a glass of Gilikinese mulled cloud berry wine, and smiled at the Northern Star, whispering, ' Merry Lurliemas, Elphie. Hope you have a good one with Fiyero with your little ones. ', before downing her glass across her painted red lips

[titleleaf]

1, 2, 8, 15, 18, 19 ?

1: What's the latest movie you watched, and what did you think of the costumes in it?

Excepting stuff I rewatched, the costumes in the recent Wicked film are a mix of things I adore and other things that are more meh. Costuming fantastical environments and musicals are two tall orders, and the impact can be muted when every character’s got something whimsical going on; but overall I liked the way Oz’s costuming (especially for characters outside the student body of Shiz) consistently reflected the setting’s historical influences and the sort of crossroads moment they’re in. Elphaba’s costumes would have been worth price of admission for me, I love how they’re visibly riffing on these visual signifiers of witchy otherness (unfashionable, severe, dowdy, plain) that evoke both Hamilton’s Witch and the trope of the witch as an old, ugly, unfashionable/out-of-date rural crone while also simultaneously looking really fucking good on her and making her unmistakable for any other character. I really loved Galinda’s little fluffy peignoir and nightie. (This has little to do with the film’s costumes, but it definitely was a hurdle for me in enjoying the film’s visual world — both leads look incredibly thin and unwell, and it’s sometimes difficult viewing/distracts from the impact of the garments.)

2: What's your favorite type of costume movie: period movie with historical costumes, sci-fi/fantasy movie with costumes from imaginary cultures, or "style" movie with contemporary fashion of the time it was made?

Historical costuming with fantastical elements, I’d say? Not necessarily a full on fantasy film but I really enjoy heightened, stylized elements incorporated in characters’ designs. My ur-example of this is Sandy Powell’s use of topstitched denim in The Favourite to evoke heavy, durable workwear. It’s not that the fabric itself is flagrantly non-period but the way it’s used isn’t an attempt to reflect the material reality of working textiles, it’s about textures and vibes. Powell’s downright operatic costuming for The Draughtsman’s Contract is also a fave.

https://fashionista.com/2018/11/the-favourite-movie-costumes-outfits-hair-makeup

I also have a special place in my heart for historical costuming pieces that aren’t showstoppers. Not necessarily casual and dressed-down, but ordinary work clothes and limited wardrobes are a really fun challenge for seeing designers flex their muscles in communicating character and place/time in subtle ways. Making stuff look specific. Some of the costuming in LA Confidential is making an overt statement and it’s full of drama and glamour (Lynn’s cape!) but the different styles of suiting on Bud, Ed, and Jack say a lot about them as people. This is something I’m really looking forward to with Queer (2024).

8: What movie or show has your favorite costumes for an imaginary culture?

Star Wars: Andor with the way Chandrilan culture and Chandrilan traditionalism is reflected in apparel! The Phantom Menace really awakened in me a love of big stagey costumes with everything the characters associated with Naboo wear back in the day.

15: What's a screen costume that you would wear IRL?

I simply think I should be allowed to wear the pink wigs from Amadeus. I also want Healy’s outfits in The Nice Guys. Russell Crowe is looking big and beautiful.

18: What is your biggest costuming pet peeve?

Coyness about showing the shape of men’s legs in settings and eras where the male leg was very much on display and an object of desire. Boring, samey color palettes in eras that had much more unusual and colorful attire than popular film ever seems to reflect, especially when that dovetails with the same impulse to convey “look, our heroes are serious and masculine!” by making everything gray and utilitarian. Bare heads and uncovered hair when head coverings all around are such a playground for opulence and texture and personality.

19: What is your costuming guilty pleasure?

When a period piece on film reflects the era in which it was made in especially striking ways. Especially in makeup (this is big for studio-era Hollywood films where the visual language is sometimes operating on a heightened level) but also when someone is visibly wearing the wrong kind of bra.

[sondheim-girly]

if you want to rant all your thoughts about Wicked I'll start shaking even more than I already am possibly explode and overall be glad listen:)

YEAH OK LETS GO BUT THERE ARE SPOILERS SO IM PUTTING MY THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT ALSO ITS GONNA BE CHAOTIC CUZ I CANT THINK RN BUT THATS OK

Literally cant stop thinking about it. Can I just say. And that neeeverrr happens to me. Usually I see something and no matter how much I love it I just kinda stop thinking about it but I just keep on thinking about it omg

Ariana grande is the galinda of all time like girl was sooo ditzy and funny. Just the entire thing was so funny and her wardrobe was popping off the entire fucking time like hello????

them in their oz outfits. Never ok again. Like every time I looked at them together in those scenes I was like what the fuck this is so iconic. Also IDINA AND CHRISTEN?? SCREMAING??? Like when they went to their respective actor that they passed the role to and looked so fondly at them it took me outtt I’m so glad I had no idea it was gonna happen

Fiyero is absolutely bisexual bro wasn’t just flirting with girls 🤨

Also yeah yeah gelphie is real glindas a lesbian blah blah

what is this feeling was so much fun like help the choreo and the direction of it and just augdhsbdhd yes thank you queer?????

the wizard and I. She ate down. What else can I say. The world is just so beautiful and magical and like augdhsbdd it’s so fucking gorgeous what

me and my friend were talking about how they literally didn’t foreshadow madame morribles betrayal except sorta kinda in one scene but not really, which we loved cuz it felt like we trusted her and then we were betrayed along with the characters, instead of being like “uh yeah duh she was the villain??” Even tho I already knew what happened lol so it wasn’t as surprising to me

glinda wanting to be a sorceress was so much more of a motivation for her, which I loved. Like before she gave Elphie the hat she looked down at the magic books and then was like “ok yeah I’m doing this” which I thought was so interesting

Probably more thoughts but I’m tired so yeah enjoy these for now lol

[thegaissilent]

for @thisshadeofred

When Galinda wakes up that morning, she is pumped. Well, she does wake up pumped most mornings, being as energetic as she is, but there is something extra special today. With a smile, she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom, to do her usual morning ritual (which takes about an hour) before she makes her way to one of the wardrobes and opens it. From there, she takes a box, which is wrapped in green paper with a pink bow on top.

On top of it, there is a tag that says "from Glinda 🩷, to: Elphie 💚" and inside, Elphaba should find a book. A collection of Gillikin fairytales which used to be one of Glinda's favorite growing up.

There's also a card. The cover of it says "Happy Birthday!" and it has some colored balloons that actually pop if you squeeze them too hard. Upon opening, Elphaba will be able to hear an Ozian birthday tune that sounde like a music box and there is the image of a Cat holding out a gift wrapped up which looks like the gift Glinda will give to her.

The card reads "Happy birthday, dearest. May you get everything your heart desires. Thanks for giving me a chance to be your friend even if I have been horrendous at you at first. Love, G(a)linda 🩷"

She sits on her bed, holding the gift on her lap, kicking her legs with a little giggle, before she cleans her throat.

"Elphie?"

She calls up.

"Elphie, wake up..."

[galindafication]

welcome to london, GALINDA UPLAND! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like ARIANA GRANDE? well, no matter, we hear that you are TWENTY-FOUR and working as a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from WICKED  and have a tendency to be DELIGHTFUL as well as NERVOUS. 

will correct people if they call her 'glinda' instead of 'galinda'. the 'gah' is very important to her

has twin daughters named ellie and farrah, both named after her best friend elphaba and ex-fiance fiyero (their father). they're four years old and are mini galindas. very polite, but also very curious

when fiyero left her, she found out she was pregnant a few weeks later. she had no way of contacting him, nor did she know how to do so, so she was unable to tell him that he was going to be a father. she was upset with him for a long time for leaving her, but he'd been extremely faithful and loyal to her, even with his feelings for elphie. she decided she couldn't stay mad forever, and she knows that you don't choose who you fall in love with, so she made her peace and just wants them to be happy together. the curse brought her to london when she was still pregnant with the twins, so they have never been to oz but have been begging to go

is a kindergarten teacher and loves her job endlessly

can appear a bit oblivious

her signature color is pink, but her wardrobe is a variety of pretty, light, pastel colors. the twins usually wear pastel colors or pure white

loves video games

collects fairy figurines, witch figurines, and crystals

always wearing perfume

has a large collection of smell good lotion (and yes, she uses all of it)

loves anything vanilla flavored

has a ridiculous amount of cups. mostly cute water bottles, but it's way too many, but she DOES use all of them, she rotates between uses

loves to color. maybe it's childish, but it gives her something to do and it's always been one of her favorite activities

has lots of fidget toys. she loves clicky, clacky and crunchy sounds, so she has quite a few that she likes to mess with at home

has two refrigerators! one is for food, the other is solely for drinks

her house has to be cold year round. it helps her breathe better, and she likes to be cozy, so if she or the girls get too cold, they just wrap up in sweaters and blankets

always doing some sort of project or craft. if it's something simple but fun, she adds it to the curriculum for her kindergarteners

she calls all children munchkins. she refers to her students as "her" munchkins. she calls her own kids witchlings

has her own language. she speaks ozian, so some words are different. float / floating = floaticate / floatifying. confused / confusing = confusicated / confusifying and so on so forth

always has snacks on her

has an emergency bag that she keeps with her at all times. it stays in her purse. it's got bandaids, antibacterial cream, a tourniquet, hand sanitizer, wet wipes, pads, tampons, pantyliners, pain medication, a few portable chargers, a flashlight. she keeps it very organized, too. each thing is in it's own ziplock bag so it's easy finding and nothing is rattling around loose. she also keeps water bottles with her

has quite a few pretty light up things. a moon that lights up different colors, a light up lava lamp, light up salt lamp, cute stuff like that

is one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet

can get pretty nervous if she doesn't know what's going on around her

loves making new friends and meeting new people

makes lists. lots and lots of lists. they're all over her house

can fall asleep anywhere

loves to read

likes learning new things

her favorite mode of transportation is her magic pink bubble

will never say no to ice cream or coffee. in fact, her favorite ice cream is coffee flavored

she's not one of those "don't give me advice if i didn't ask for it" people. she appreciates advice. and she doesn't mind parenting advice either. she may have been mommy for four years, but every year is her first time raising witchlings at that age, so she'll take all the advice she can get. yes, even from non-parents. she doesn't believe that only parents can give good advice or ideas

[breawycker]

Yes!!! You get it!

[Photo ID: three screenshots from media. The first is a screenshot from Ever After High showing Apple White and Raven Queen's shared dorm. Apple White is the daughter of Snow White. She has long blonde hair that is wrapped in curlers, pale white skin, and is wearing a red dress. Raven Queen is the daughter of the Evil Queen (she doesn't have a canonical name in any media). She has pale skin, black hair with purple highlights and she has a black and purple dress. Their room is divided in half by the front door. Apple's side is mostly white including her large bed which is also dark red. Raven's is much darker. They both have a mirror and photos on the walls.

The second photo is Enid Sinclair (Emma Meyers) and Wednesday Addams (Jenna Ortega) from Netflix's Wednesday. It's the two of them on their side of the room which is divided by the spider web window that is half covered in various colors and half not covered at all. Enid has blonde hair with pink and blue highlights, is wearing a colorful sweater that almost looks like the lesbian pride flag over a flowery dress. Her side is full of various colorful things (plushies, roller skates, her makeup stuff, a large lamp, a flamingo in a tutu for some reason?) and she is staring at Wednesday who is a few steps away. Wednesday has black hair tied into pigtails, a black hoodie, black and white socks, and black shoes. On her side is her black violin and music stand, a lamp that hangs over an arm chair.

The last photo is Galinda/Glinda and Elphaba from the 2024 Wicked movie. Galinda (Ariana Grande) is wearing a pink stripped white dress with buttons and pink heels. She sitting on all of her pink, red, and white luggage which is front of her wardrobe which is also very pink. She is looking at the camera slightly amused.

Elphaba (Cynthia Erivo) is a green skinned woman with black hair that is braided to her right shoulder. She is sitting on her plain bed (lower down that Galinda) holding two books and looking unhappy at the camera. Behind her are more books and various plants in glass domes and the window to her left is shining onto her. In front of her bed is a colorful, fake(?) plant.

End ID]

tale as old as time.

[apaise]

“You… you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!” glinda to elphie

elphaba exhales shortly through her nose in the barest whisper of a laugh as she continues sorting through her books from madame morrible, arranging them according to the syllabus. it's only when the silence lingers for another six seconds too long that she realizes galinda's actually waiting for a reply. she turns and sure enough, her ridiculous roommate is still posed in all dramatic distress, allegedly crumpled curls displayed for all to see and expectedly bemoan.

❝ oh. you were serious. ❞

to elphaba's eye, galinda's hair looks the same as always: loose golden ringlets cascading over her shoulders in waves each more perfect than the last. she doubts that her prematurely unplugging galinda's heated rollers to use a lamp for studying -- you know, the thing that people supposedly come to school to do -- was as impactful as she imagines. but then again, for someone like galinda, who elphaba doubts has experienced much strife or hardship in her life at all . . . it probably feels like she just cut off a limb.

it'd be easier to feel sympathy if it wasn't for the fact that elphaba had needed the lamp because her corner of the room was blockaded from the sunlight due to galinda's ever-increasing wardrobe. she returns to her books, setting them on her already-cramped desk. ❝ i'm sure your adoring fans won't be too agonized if you're late to lunch. ❞ if galinda wants to spend an hour re-curling her already curled hair, who's elphaba to stop her? she turns back, her expression matter-of-fact. ❝ or maybe they won't even notice at all. ❞ because it looks the same.

[fyinggravity]

“ now elphie, wipe that crossified look off of your face. ” her tone is admonishing, thrown over her shoulder as she rifles through the wardrobe, a girl on a mission. “ didn’t anyone ever tell you it could stick that way? ”

" I think my face is fine the way it is. " Elphaba said as she crossed her arms and huffed. Looking away from Galinda she thought to herself for a moment. "If you don't like it you don't have to look at it." Soon she found herself looking back over at Galinda and uncrossed her arms.

" You are lucky I can't stay mad at you forever. " A small smile then formed on Elphaba's lips as she took hold of Galinda's hands and looked at her. "In any case I think you are stuck with my face for the rest of the school year."

[teemoonley]

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