#someone take this musical away from me

[ghostlymarauder]

Honestly, one of my favorite parts about Epic it's when someone replies "what" to whatever Odysseus or anyone else is saying. So, I'm making a list of the songs where this happens:

Polyphemus (Ody being surprised that the Cyclop still wants to kill them after he just straight-up lied to Polyphemus because he didn't trust him will never cease to amuse me)

Storm

Keep Your Friends Close

Ruthlessness (Poseidon offended 'what' when Ody says all he has to do is open the wind bag lives rent-freen in my mind)

Puppeteer (I actually think this is the best one, like Odysseus sounds so dumbfounded and I love it)

Not Longer You

Perhaps I'm missing one or two songs, so, I'll probably add more songs once I listen to Epic again (for reference, I've listened to that fucking musical about a hundred times in the last few weeks, Jorge Rivera-Herrans is the vane of my fucking existence (but I love him so damn much))

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More random Nimona headcanons

Bal is one of those people who isn’t allergic to anything except one random medication that no one uses 

Ambrosius calls him a lucky bastard every time it’s brought up because he’s allergic to everything 

His allergy list is at least three pages long and he doesn’t remember a single thing on that list 

Whenever they go out to eat Bal has to remind him “No you can’t eat that it has olives” “Not that either love it’s got lemon” and so on 

Most of his allergic reactions are pretty tame so he’ll eat it anyway

And it gives Bal and Nimona so much fucking anxiety 

One time Bal walked in on Nimona chasing Ambrosius around the kitchen yelling “Spit out the carrots Nemesis you don’t even like them that much!!” 

Whenever he eats alone he refers to it as a game of Russian roulette 

Bal refers to it as the reason he has high blood pressure

Because Bal and Ambrosius grew up in the limelight (for very different reasons) there are a million pictures of them through the years 

And they use those videos to bully the hell out of each other 

Bal can quote the video from the beginning of the movie not because it was an important moment in his childhood 

But because Ambrosius will quote it at the most random times throughout the day

Bal will do something small like kill a bug or chase out an animal that Nimona brought in

And he’ll hear Ambrosius mumble “I’m here to slay monsters and protect our kingdom”

He was a little worried Nimona would react badly to this habit but he started joining in 

One time he killed a spider and Ambrosius asks “Are you slaying monsters moonbeam?” Nimona yells from the other room “I’m so proud of him he’s truly protecting our kingdom” 

There are a million photos of baby Ambrosius on the internet 

And Bal made a PowerPoint presentation ranking their cuteness factor out of 10 (100 was the lowest score he got and it was a picture of him with the ugliest bowl cut you’ve ever seen)

And made Ambrosius sit through it 

That was the most loved and mortified he had felt in a long time

Nimona uses low-quality pictures of them as reaction photos 

There have been times when Nimona asks “Can we eat out tonight” and Bal tells her no and she sends him this 

He’ll text back “Is that my fucking wanted poster?!” 

She asked Ambrosius if there was any ice cream left and he said no he expected her to call him and complain he didn’t expect this 

He calls her yelling “When the fuck did that happen?!” 

And she hangs up immediately to let Bal deal with it

[lilianade-comics]

Here we stand worlds apart, hearts broken in two....

[yourlocalabomination]

Is this stupid? Yes. Do I need people to see it? Also yes.

[dcbutinamrev]

Someone take pintrest away from me😭

Meanwhile Brent Comer:

[a-skeleton-with-a-keyboard]

I know what I'm about to talk about is manly on TikTok but I still feel like I gotta say something

The discourse about shipping antinous and telemachus is not, should not and probably will never be (imo) that big of a deal. I completely understand not shipping it, being uncomfortable with it, and seeing it, however sending death threats to the artist who started this is unacceptable. And I think people; especially newer members of fandom spaces need to understand that fandom will fandom regardless if it's 100% wholesome, sfw, or non problematic or not.

Antinous is an awful person, no cookie cutting that, however if you think that being a awful person in fiction means that that character(s) should/will never be loved, related to, liked, or shipped with anyone in their story, then I'm sorry but then maybe fandom spaces aren't something you should be in yet. Another important thing; antinous is a fictional character, yes his actions can be real(which can be said about every characters actions) he himself is not.

This purity mindset in regards to fandom and using it as an end all be all morality compass isn't healthy. While someone's media preferences can be a small insists it isn't 100% their good/bad, cuz if that was true mlp fans are completely innocent and Hannibal fans are sycophantic cannibals.

Also can we stop using our own preferences for media has how people should write or create? "I don't like X I this is" perfectly vaild, and someone else liking x doesn't mean you're wrong, or their wrong, two things can be true at the same time, I personally don't like the chosen hero x secret goddess dynamic, I think it's overplayed but I know people who love it, and you wanna know what I do?

I don't justify why I dislike it not do I force them to justify their liking of it, I let it go

In conclusion fandom spaces should be fandom spaces and people are allowed to explore problematic dynamics and ships, use your own moral compass and decided if something in a fandom is for you, key word; you! Not your friends, your follows, your cat, just you

[percy-ils]

As dawn approaches, Odysseus is left with the terrifying uncertainty of whether home is still his, or if the man he has become has no place there.

or;

between killing the suitors and meeting his son, Odysseus gets a few minutes where he's alone with his thoughts, and he has to brace himself for the chance of his family rejecting him after everything he went through. takes place between song 38 and I Can't Help but Wonder.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

RIP Marcia, you would’ve loved belting She Used To Be Mine while sobbing

[holyseraph666]

"odysseus cheated on his wife!!1!1" he was a mortal man, and they were Goddesses who could kill him or put him through worse during his journey if he upset them. his loyalties remained with penelope.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

I better be the FIRST person to find out if there's a deaf west american idiot bootleg because by GOD I need to see that again

[average-gay-walrus]

List of Beetlejuice things I own because I've just realized how insane(autistic) it is

-Beetlebear (Beetlejuice Build-A-Bear)

-Sandworm plush

-Beetlejuice cartoon T-shirt

-Beetlejuice movie T-shirt

-Beetlejuice musical hoodie

-Sandworm sweatshirt

-Beetlejuice loungefly backpack

-Beetlejuice Funko pop

-Beetlejuice Funko pop keychain

-Adam/Barbara/Handbook for the Recently Deceased spirt Halloween keychain (which is on the Beetlejuice loungefly backpack)

-Beetlejuice piggy bank (not a big but idk what else to call it)

-Beetlejuice musical bag

-Five Beetlejuice musical playbills

-Beetlejuice Christmas ornament

-Beetlejuice Halloween costume (which I still wear as normal clothes)

-Handmade Beetlejuice bracelet (that I'm matching with my mom with >:33)

-Beetlejuice gloves

-Beetlejuice beanie

-"Never Trust The Living" pin

-Beetlejuice patch

-Beetlejuice tin of candy (blue raspberry flavored >:3)

[kanejsdaughter]

The Crowley Music Theory

I was bored at work so I decided to write a paper on the theory that Crowley has been affecting the songwriting of artists like Hozier and Queen (Freddie Mercury may he rest in peace). I finished writing it today so if anyone wants to read it, here's the link!

Anyways, have fun :)

[megamindsecretlair]

Yeah I'm calling it right neow. This is gonna be my Spotify Wrapped 2025 top song 😭😭😭😭😭

Gahh damn it my heart. He needs to be in a romantasy film right neow. Romancing the hell outta a dark skinned plump princess 🥵🙌🏽

[corrroded-cofffin]

"Sometimes..." Eddie tilted his face up and away from Steve, blowing out a lungful of smoke. "Sometimes, music is the only thing that keeps the darkness at bay. Sometimes it takes one song and my brain shuts up, sometimes i gotta play until my fingers bleed and my strings are close to breaking. There's a reason my sweetheart's called an axe. Sometimes, it's like the only thing standing between me and them. It. All of it. And if they take the warlock away from me? I've got my voice. I've got my stomping boots. They can never take the music away from me, man. That goes with me everywhere, warlock or no warlock. But god,she makes those dark, dark shitty nights a little easier to handle. The music is like an anchor. It pulls me back inside my own head, helps me think. It's the only thing that ever has."

"Self Medicated in E-Standard"

Eddie Munson i want your guitar

[actual-changeling]

i listened to the hamilton soundtrack and ended up with a visceral reaction to "it's quiet uptown" and this is the result. may or may not be turned into a full fic at some point.

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Joel tells Ellie the truth about what happened in Salt Lake City and she pushes him away, angry, unable to process it, so she puts as much distance between them as possible. Joel is at a loss of what to do, unable to think, work, anything, and he just ends up walking around Jackson for hours. Tommy is worried, watching him become tired and losing the glow he had gained since coming back, but there is nothing he can do to help. He can't sit around in a house that is full of Ellie, a stray sweatshirt over the back of his couch, elastics scattered over every surface, her books on the coffee table; his heart crumbles whenever he looks around and sees the evidence of what he has lost.

So he walks, quietly at first, but then he starts talking to himself to fill the silence following him around, a silence Ellie used to fill. It's whatever is on his mind, musing about taking up wood working, playing the guitar again, but eventually he ends up talking to Ellie, to Sarah, trying to process.

Days pass like this, Joel walking around Jackson until his knees ache too much to keep going, whittling away in his bedroom once his legs give out, falling asleep in a quiet, empty house, and without Ellie's light, he feels himself slowly wither away and cannot bring himself to care.

It's an accident the first time it happens, they are going in the same direction at the same time, and moving away would mean acknowledging each other, something Ellie refuses to do, so they walk. They are side by side with several feet of space between them for two very, very awkward minutes before they part, and Joel thinks about those two minutes for the rest of the day; hearing her breathe, live next to him sparks a naive hope in his chest.

A few days later, it happens again, a handful of minutes spent walking in the same direction, both pretending the other isn't there (for her, he does it for her, if she let him he would turn toward her and never look away).

Then it happens again. And again. And again. It stops being an accident, and no matter how hard he tries, Joel can't help but watch the sprout of hope grow and grow.

Ellie joins him for a few minutes each day, just walking with him before turning around a corner to go to whatever he goal is that day, not that Joel would know. After a week of five minute walks each day, she eventually opens her mouth, says something stupid, small talk, commenting on the weather like you would with a neighbour, a stranger.

Joel almost trips and falls flat on his face because Ellie is talking to him and the sound of her voice smooths out some of the lines etched into his skin. So he talks to her about the weather, soaking in her presence, and they keep walking for a little while, five minutes, ten. When they part, Ellie looks at him and Joel keeps his gaze on path, her face blurry in his periphery. She is not fully smiling just yet, and quietly says see you tomorrow.

Small talk turns into her telling him about her day, minutes adding up more and more with each passing day, and Joel carefully tells her about the trinkets and guitars he is carving, simple, easy topics that don't hurt. Joel breathes easier during those conversations, sleeps better, eats more again, and no longer feels like a giant part of him is missing.

After about two weeks, she reaches out a hand to stop him when she is about to leave, fingers brushing against his arm, and Joel immediately freezes, not daring to move or breathe. Ellie hesitates before gently squeezing his shoulder and leaving with a see you tomorrow, Joel and this time she is smiling.

Their walks become longer, and at some point, Ellie gives him an almost worried look, their eyes still avoiding each other in an unspoken agreement, and they sit down. She noticed his knee is hurting despite Joel attempting to push through it, his walking pattern changing enough for her to pick up on it, and they sit with a foot of space between them on a bench and just watch people move by. Joel puts his hand in the space between them, not even on purpose, his body just reaching out to her on reflex, and Ellie's hand inches closer to his.

She doesn't look at him, pinkies brushing when she pushes her hand closer, and they haven't talked today, not really, and Joel swallows the disappointment, longing to hear her voice but refusing to push, scared to break the fragile trust blooming between them. Joel looks at her while she looks at the sky and hears her say I never hated you. I want to try, I think, to forgive you for what you did.

Her hand is resting on his and she squeezes it before standing up, leaving him with tears threatening to spill over, and when she looks back at him she is smiling, a sad smile but a smile, tears running down his cheeks the next time he blinks, almost fearing that she will disappear. Joel watches her leave with the sun shining in his chest and a whispered thank you to the universe for, somehow, granting him a third chance after everything he has done.

The next afternoon, just when Joel is about to leave for his daily walk with Ellie, someone knocks on his door and he almost passes out because she is waiting for him, looking mildly uncomfortable, eyes everywhere but on him, and she mumbles I thought we could go to the stables today. Joel says yes because he would follow her to the end of the world and back, the stables are nothing compared to that,

They take care of Shimmer together, talking. The awkwardness gradually bleeds away, slowly, and by the end, Ellie stands so close her side is almost completely pressed against his, the warmth radiating from her expelling the ice weighing down his bones.

Joel looks at her, and for the first time, she looks back.

I thought, Joel says, and he is scared, so fucking scared, because this is Ellie and he needs her, I thought I could teach you how to play the guitar. I made one for you, he doesn't say, not yet, and Ellie takes his hand, says I would like that, and that night Joel cries because he knows she is finally coming back to him.

They sit on the porch that next afternoon, Ellie next to him, no more space between them, and he teaches her how to hold the guitar, how to place her fingers for the different chords, and just watches her play with it and figure it out for herself. His cheeks hurting with how hard he is smiling, and when he hears her laugh his chest constricts so badly he stops breathing for a while, heart swelling with a please, let me have this, please, let me have her.

Ellie lowers the guitar toward the end, and he made that one for her, too, but he still doesn't say.

You know, she bites her lip, nervous, but she looks at him. I was so angry at you for taking my purpose away. I thought dying in that hospital would have finally made my life mean something. But I think. I understand why you did it. And honestly, this is way better than being dead. Joel wipes away his tears, nodding softly, and he knows there is nothing he could tell her she doesn't already know.

She puts the guitar down and stands up, and Joel does too, and she hugs him for the first time in months, her body still fitting against his exactly the same way, holding her just as tightly as she holds him. His heart stitches itself back together and she leaves him with a see you tomorrow and a silent thank you. The house no longer looks quite as dark when he goes to bed that night.

Joel teaches her how to play the guitar, evening after evening, and they take all the strings and loose ends Ellie cut and knot them back together, weaving the fabrics of their souls back into one, a patchwork blanket that remembers where it was ripped apart but wraps around both of them just fine. After two weeks of light returning to his chest, his house slowly morphing back into a home with new shirts left hanging over kitchen chairs and fresh sheets on her bed, Joel hands Ellie her guitar with a soft I made it for you, finally no longer fearing the confession might drive her away.

Ellie just smiles, leaning against him with her head resting above his heart, his arm settling around her shoulders, and says I know.

[cringelordofchaos]

Actually I have just now decided I really like Luke (I just gave him mommy issues ☠️ and it worked)