#oh i never took out the pin in little red riding hood uhh

[pocketramblr]

Free ask, rant about anything you want

i just woke up and m y heart is already going weirdly fast so i think i will answer this, write some, then pass out again, then finish packing tonight lets go

ok so im going to rant about uh, why cutting out your moral musical number in you movie musical adaptation is stupid and dumb and why you shouldn't do it

ok so into the woods, a story about stories and families and how those connect. there's a LOT of talking about legacy and tales. The Narrator and the baker's Father is played by the same actor for a reason. the whole baker line is a line of storytellers, and thats important.

In the opening song, there are three households- three stories. Cinderella, Jack the Giant Slayer, and The Baker and His Wife. yes little red is also a character, but shes... not one of the big three. we'll put a pin in her. So, the big three. The Narrator/Mystery Man is the narrator of Jack's story.

The baker's Wife is the narrator of Cinderella

and the Baker is the narrator of his own story

So, Mystery Man shows up and meets Jack after he starts his story going to sell his cow, and mocks him, tells him that he values his cow more than a sack of beans. Later, the Baker and Wife will show up to actually convince him to sell him the cow for just less than a sack of beans (all of the beans, minus one.) The Narrator sets up a point to the Main Character (Jack), and another character in the story he's Narrating picks it up later.

The baker's Wife does the same thing- she shows up right after Cinderella's story properly starts, right after she runs from the first night of the ball, and asks her about the very nice prince. she specifically asks if he's "sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, as kind as he's handsome"

Later, after the (lowercase n) narrator of Cinderella sets that line up for the Main Character (Cinderella), another character of the story picks it up when cinderella's Prince asks the exact same list of things, though he then goes on his own way.

After Act 1 though, when the stories 'end', the Narrator and narrator get in trouble in the same way for trying to continue narrating them. The Narrator (capital n) gets sacrificed to the Giantess when the other characters claim he's the one she's looking for. He got mistaken for the main character of the story he told, and died for not actually being that mc. the baker's Wife, also a narrator, ends up dying after cinderella's Prince has a tyrst with her- she took the spot of her main character and even alluded "wait, what am i doing, i'm in the wrong story". After the affair, she has a Moral Song, Moments in the Woods, and then gets killed by the Giantess.

BUT

as Narrator and narrator, the baker's Father and Wife can still provide insight onto the story after they die. And they do. The Wife sings in the finale, and the Father has 'no more', which doubles as the Moral Song for both Narrator ghost dad and narrator baker son. Because, of course, the Baker narrates his own story.

BUT

THE MOVIE

COMPLETELY CUT OUT NO MORE

which

1- takes out more connections of the storyteller baker line, leaving the Narrator and Baker's Wife as far less obvious counterparts

2- completely takes out the Baker learning from his father BOTH AS FATHER and as STORYTELLER. theres a reason that at the end he starts telling the baby the same way the Narrator did, its supposed to connect and aaargnn it doesnt now

3- defeats the purpose of a musical?? which is to express emotions through song? instead the baker just sits there sadly for a second after maybe seeing the ghost of his dad (who isn't even a Narrator here!!! whyyyyy YES i know how you could have adapted a narrator into the movie medium. i know its different than stage. its not impossible and it could have been so cool but they didn't even try.) and listens to the background music of 'no more' and then just gets up and decides to go back. WHY DID HE NOT EXPRESS EMOTION THROUGH SONG. this is his BIG DEFINING CHARACTER MOMENT. its IMPORTANT. that means that in a musical its supposed to be MARKED WITH A SONG

anyway the 'adaptation' of into the woods was afraid to actually make changes so instead of properly adapting the story to the medium they just chopped off a couple of chunks that didn't fit into the runtime and then shoved it together. they didn't think about the ramifications of the changes!! you could argue that rapunzel's story was a 'change' but honestly to me it just feels like like just a 'cut out' the ending because they didn't think about how changing rapunzel's ending WOULD CHANGE THE WITCH'S. because she ONLY ACTED LIKE SHE DID because rapunzel DIED. rapunzel, happy, safe, away from the giantess?? she would have had to be forced to face the fact that she was wrong! which she didn't do! because in the play! her whole lamment was "I WAS RIGHT". she thought she was RIGHT to lock rapunzel away bc as soon as she left, she died. she wouldn't have had the truama of desert childbirth (twice.) and gone mad and gotten crushed by a giantess if she had completely remained in the tower! and thats why the witch doesn't come around until after the finale after she. dies(?) it gets to be ambigous with her. BUT NO NOT HERE. just lop of bits of the story it doesnt matter

it doesn't matter if the three of Witch's Mother, Witch, and Rapunzel is supposed to very much be a foil to Baker's Father, Baker, and Baby Son. who cares if storytelling and narrating was important! we're disney, we can do whatever!

anyway "No More" is my absolute favorite song from into the woods and i'll never forgive its absence or MOCKING ME WITH IT in the background music.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, i'll leave you with a parting question. was the un-fridging of rapunzel a total #win for feminism, or did the defanging of the story totally ruin the witch as a #girlboss?

[honeypirate]

Train Ride pt one

Pt two

Aone Takanobu x f!y/n

I’m gonna preface this by saying I’ve only been on one train before and it had row seating like a bus so I’m going off that. I don’t know if it’s right or weird 🤷🏼‍♀️

“Oh!” You turned the corner in the hallway and your face smacked right into a big chest. You look up at the boy and smile shyly “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there” he looks down at you, shocked, glaring.

He looks angry was your first thought, before you saw in his eyes he was just ... shy. He nods once and grunts as he walks around you with the boys he was with. Another boy looks back at you smirking as they walk away.

“She was cuuuute, Aone” Futakuchi says and Aone just grunts, the tips of his ears pink. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it so you run into her again” he says and Aone glares at him “no.” He says sternly to which Futakuchi just laughs and takes off running back to you.

Aone was close behind, but not close enough.

“Hey! Pretty girl!” You turn and the boy yelling is the smirking boy and he’s running up to you “There you are. What’s your name?” He says with a laugh when he gets to you, you feel the weird energy of him rushing “y/n” you say quick, matching his rushing vibes.

Futakuchi looks over his shoulder before looking back to you with a grin “hey y/n I’m Futakuchi it’s nice to meet you. My big friend, who you ran into, his name’s Aone by the way, anyway he thinks you’re really cute but he’s really shy and he’s gonna be here any second oh hey here he is” his words came out in one breath, in like two seconds, and when the big guy runs up and looks pissed you meet his eye and bust up laughing, making Aone nervous. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a little but Futakuchi just looks amused. “You boys are crazy” you say while giggling now and digging around in your bag for your notebook and pen.

When you find you you open it and write down your name and number down, adding a little heart before ripping out the page and foldding it. You smile up at Aone as you take his hand and place the paper in it. “Hey handsome. Text me sometime, okay?” You wink at him, loving how he blushes, before glancing over at Futakuchi knowing he’ll probably get slapped or something for that stunt. “I have to go because I’m already late for my own practice. See you boys!” You say before jogging down the hallway to the girls gym.

Aone stares at his hand and the paper, Futakuchi smirks and smacks him on the back “you’re welcome bro” Aone closes his hand softly around the paper before turning to look Futakuchi dead in the eye and just saying “run.”

“Y/n! You’re late!” Your captain calls out as you run in to the locker room to change “I know! I’m sorry. I got held up by the boys vb club but no it’s not what you think” you laugh at their looks. Everyone thought the vb club to be intimidating. To be honest you’ve always noticed Aone but never had the chance to really talk to him so safe to say you were thrilled with how the day has went.

After practice and your shower and change, shoving your stuff in your bag and over your shoulder before walking to the train station with a few team mates. You take different trains but you always enjoy meeting up at the station and walking together.

On the train you sit in the same seat nearest the door, easier to control the creeps next to you and easiest to get out quick. You pop in one headphone to listen to music for the thirty minute ride home.

He barely made his train and his heart beat thumped in his chest as he got on seeing you there, he’s usually on time and never noticed you took the same one. He sits in his usual spot on the other end of the train and pulls out his phone, staring at an empty text with your name in the top recipient line. He types out a quick message and presses send, then immediately regrets it.

“We take the same train” is what the text bar said, you only gave you number to one person recently and your heart beat quickened as you raised your head to look around the car for the blonde boy. You saw the back of his head and his ears giving away his blush. You saved the number in your phone as Aone ♥︎ before texting him back. “Why didn’t you sit next to me?🥺” You watch his ears turn red as your message turns to read, and wait for his response.

He racks his brain for a response. A reason why he didn’t sit next to you. A good reason too, because now as he thinks about it he had a better reason to sit next to you. He was bad at this, he didn’t know how to flirt. What was his move now? He watched the line indicator blink on the screen but couldn’t think of anything to say. He looks up when someone touches his shoulder and sees your beautiful face smiling at him

“is this seat taken?” You ask and point to the empty window seat next to him. “Uhh no” he says quietly and locks his phone putting it in his hoodie pocket as he sits up straighter and turns his legs to the side so you have space to move past him. You look at his long legs, almost touching the seat in front of him still, mentally going through options of ways to climb over them to sit down. You just go for it, you shimmy your leg over, deciding to face him while you do this, but your foot steps on one of his bag straps and you fall into him. Your hands land on his chest and his hands come up catching your hips as you both blush deep shades of red looking at each other for a few shocked seconds. “Sorry” you say at the same time and you push yourself against his chest to get your feet under you again, his hands still soft pressure against your hips as you stare into his eyes for a moment before you move over to the seat the hands on your hips guiding you over softly making sure you won’t fall again. “Thank you.... “ you take a deep breath and say “Wow that could have gone better” you both laugh and he nods in agreement and rubs his sweaty palms against his thighs. You feel grateful you could at least get him to laugh after that experience.

After a few minutes, when your heart rate calmed down and you noticed his blush was almost all gone, you softly bump your shoulder into his and smile when he meets your eyes “hey” you say softly and he looks back at you “hi” he says and you smile as the awkwardness leaves you. You settled into some easy small talk, asking questions about him, telling him about yourself. You told him about the lovely woman who ran the store near your house, who used to babysit you and comes over for every holiday meal and found out you lived near each other. He was quiet but the more you talked to him and told him about yourself it made him more comfortable with you.

He clears his throat “Um. What music do you like? I saw you with uh headphones before?” You hear his how nervous he is, like he’s never talked this much before. You love his voice, it makes you feel special to hear him talk so much. “Mostly (your fav music) but I like a lot of different things too. Do you wanna listen to some?” He nods and you pull out your phone, offering him one ear bud while you put the other in your ear. You played him your top favorite songs and he really enjoyed it, making a mental note of your favorite music and bands so he could look them up later. You spent the rest of the ride in silence just sharing music, every once in a while he’d hold out his hand and you’d hand him your phone to play a song he likes. He blushes every time you add a song he likes to a new playlist you named after him. It was a special moment that you had dreamed about having with someone before.

When you got off the train at the stop that you shared, you shivered against the cold air of the sun going down and realized you forgot your track jacket back in the locker. You hug your arms close to you and rub your hands against your arms to get friction. He looks at you from the corner of his eye for a split second, not giving himself any time to chicken out before he quickly pulls his black hoodie from his body and hands it to you with a grunt.

You watch him take his hoodie off, pulling up his under shirt and exposing his belly and blonde hair below his belly button. Your brain short wires at the sight. When he shoved the hoodie in your hands you blush deep pink before clearing your throat and shyly asking “Are you sure, Aone?” holding it in your hands like something precious. “Yes.” He says back with a nod. You looked so adorable when you were shy, he noticed you blush and that he wanted to make you blush as much as he could.

You smile and slip his sweatshirt over your head, it was still warm with his body head and it sent comforting tingles through your chilly body. He smells like mint with a hint of his natural scent, you smiled as you pushed the hood from your face. “Thank you.” You say and he nods once again. Then an idea hits you.

“Hey Aone?” You say and he hums in response “do you think you could hold my hand? My fingers are freezing and you’re so big and warm and nice?” You say and look up at home with a cute pout. He blushes a deep red and nods before slowly holding his hand out to you. You take it and lace your fingers together “my hand feel so small in your big strong one. Thank you” you smile sweetly up at him and his heart beat skips a few times. For the rest of the walk you rubbed your thumb softly against his, giving him butterflies.

When you mentioned how cute the little silver turtle pin was on his backpack, his eyes lit up as he talked to you about his pet turtle and the first time he saw one as a kid. He was completely adorable you could hardly stand it. You made a mental note of his turtles name and that memory he shared with you, it felt like the most precious information that he rarely shared with anyone. It was like you just opened the door to him and caught a glimpse of the real him. You felt so special. He catches you smiling at him and blushes, getting shy again and looking away. “What?” He says quietly and you chuckle before softly bumping your shoulder into his again and giving his hand a squeeze “I’m just really glad I ran into you today. Literally” you laugh before continuing “I think you are really amazing, Aone.” You blush a little stop walking, pulling him with you “this is my house” (he’s actually three house back he just didn’t notice) he was blushing from your nice words and was honestly sad when your time came to an end, you could see it on his face.

You squeeze his hand again and he looks at your hands together then up in your eyes, squeezing your hand back. “I take the train at six for morning practice, do you?” He nods and you take a step closer to him “do you want to walk together?” He nods again and says “yes.” You slowly, just in case he objects, wrap your arms around his middle, laying your head on his chest as you hug him. He wraps his arms around you gently and grunts, but it sounded ... happy? Like a grunt mixed with a hum. It made you happy anyway. You pull back and look up at him “see you tomorrow ” you quickly stand on your tip toes, hands on his shoulders to pull yourself as far as it takes to kiss his cheek before running into your house, giving a wave at your door before closing it. He waited until you were gone to walk back a few houses awkwardly.