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johnwickb1tsch · 8 hours ago
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lessons in anatomy VII
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a yandere art professor Wick x drawing model muse! reader AU... (also featuring Matt from River's Edge. If you haven't seen the movie that's ok, I will fill in the gaps as we go...) ->chapter map
VII.
-Later that night you’re outside Matt’s apartment with that familiar feeling that you’re doing something that maybe you shouldn’t be doing. You were afraid he’d take it the wrong way, if you invited him over to your place. But now you’re not sure this is any better. 
Just chill out, you scold yourself. He’s a sweet boy. He’s going to finish his drawing, and then you’re going to leave. No funny business.
Right. 
Your ovaries have other ideas, but you’re usually successful at thwarting their evil schemes, if with anything your pure talent for saying the wrong thing.   
You can hear the music coming through the door before you even knock. There are several voices on the other side. Loud, excited, adolescently boyish. It doesn’t really help the unease inside you, but before you can change your mind the door is jerked open, answered by a skinny guy in faded black denim. “What’s up?” You think you recognize him from the band.
“Hi…is Matt here?” 
His eyes light up, a smirk pulling his narrow features. “Ohhhhh, you’re the chick from his drawing class!” Then he bellows loud enough for the whole building to hear, “Matt!! Your stripper’s here!” 
Mortified, you are on the verge of turning on your heel and leaving when suddenly Matt appears in the door, maybe as flustered as you are. “Jesus, Layne, shut up.” He pushes his friend away, filling the doorway with his broad-shouldered form. He’s in a white t-shirt, and blue jeans, and if you’re being honest…he looks good enough to eat. “Hey. Sorry about him, he’s an asshole.” 
He runs his fingers through his soft hair nervously, and you feel the sparks as the wires cross in your brain. 
“It’s ok…” It’s not, but what the fuck else can you say?
You follow him into the apartment, which smells of stale beer and weed and unwashed man-children. His friends are watching tv, a cold pizza open on the coffee table. Everything is filthy, and a part of you wants to turn and go again. 
“Aw, don’t hog the girl,” says another one of Matt’s friends. He is big, the mismatched thrift-store chair he sits in clearly on the verge of breaking under his burly weight. When he looks at you you have the unnerving feeling that he is looking through you. “Come hang out.”
“Can’t, Samson. Got a project.”
“Work on it out here!” 
“Yeah, Matt, it’s just art.” They all look at you wolfishly, and it is so completely the opposite vibe of the drawing studio that a part of you wants to bolt like a rabbit. 
“Fuck off, assholes,” Matt says with no real feeling, taking your hand to pull you towards his room. You let him, because you’re not sure what else to do. You feel their gazes between your shoulder blades, a creeping feeling prickling uncomfortably all over your skin. 
“Sorry about them,” he says once he has you inside his tiny bedroom. You can’t help but notice he flips the lock. His friends continue to jeer from the other side, going so far as to throw something heavy at the door. He rifles around to set up his drawing stuff. When he realizes you haven’t moved he asks, “Shit, are you ok?”
The answer is not really, but you shrug it off. “Fine. Where should I sit?” 
His room is messy, but not dirty like the common living area. He moves a pile of clothes and makes a place for you, setting up a desk lamp to mimic the lighting from the drawing studio. “This should do. It’s really cool of you to help me out.” 
“Not a big deal.” You went through the grind before. You know how important it is to do well this first year. The 100 classes are kind of boring, but they really do set the foundation for everything else. 
There’s only one thing left to do. 
You’re not sure why it didn’t occur to you until just now, how charged it would be, to undress while alone in a bedroom with this handsome young man. It doesn’t help that he’s biting his full lower lip, looking at you like a drowning man. 
“Alright. You have to close your eyes.” 
He laughs, those dark orbs sparkling. “What?” 
“Go on. I’ll tell you when you can open them.” 
He doesn’t fight you, doing as you ask and turning his back besides. The difference between him and his friends is such a yawning chasm, you wonder what the hell he’s doing with guys like that. You suppose that sometimes proximity makes strange bedfellows. 
You take off your clothes and arrange yourself. “Ok, you can look.” 
He turns, gazing at you with a softness that tugs all your heartstrings and ties them in knots besides. He glances down at his drawing, then back at you. “Can you move your hand to the left just a hair?” 
You do, and with plenty of tension in the air but no further fuss, he gets to work.
-You stay for three more hours, and the result was worth it. Matt’s drawing takes your breath away, and despite your joke earlier, it’s not vanity. It’s his marks on the paper, the curves and lines and highlights and shadows. It’s beautiful, and you’re very proud of him. 
“I can’t fathom John won’t like this,” you say. Matt makes a face at just hearing his Professor’s name. 
“We’ll see. That dude has it out for me.”
“I think…he just sees you have potential.”
Matt gives you a look, tilting his head so that beautiful hair falls down in a wave. “Are you kidding me?”
“Well…”
“I'm not sure you've noticed this, but I think he likes you.”
You roll your eyes. Maybe that used to be true, but you're pretty sure you ruined it. He was downright distant last class, so cordial it hurt. “I think you're imagining things.”
“Sure, y/n.” Clearly, he's not convinced. “You…want to hang out?” He shoots you a puppy dog look from behind his hair that is hard to resist. 
You smile regretfully. “I have to get going.” You're not just a spoilsport; you really are exhausted.
“Ok, I'll walk you out.” It's settled down outside, and it feels like it's safe to leave. Yet as the two of you are walking past the kitchen the one called Samson blocks your way. 
“Where ya goin? It's early. You should stay.” He fills the whole hallway, impossibly large and seemingly impassable. Every hair raises on your body.
“Sorry…I can't,” you manage to get out, every cell in your body feeling threatened. Of course, your pepper spray is buried deep in the bottom of your purse where you could never get to it in time. 
“Aww. You're no fun.” He reaches up to touch your hair, and you have this sudden sickly feeling like you might die if he lays a hand on you. 
“Dude, chill out.” Matt comes to the rescue, pushing his friend aside like one might an overly friendly Saint Bernard. But you know that even if big dogs seem dumb…they have teeth, and sometimes, they don’t know their own strength. 
“Sorry about him,” he says again as you step outside. Again, you can't help but think that he is waaay too nice to be hanging with these creeps.
“Matt…you're a really nice guy,” you say as you get to your car, wanting to ask him what the deal is with his unsavory company but not sure how. 
“Yeah?” He lights up at hearing this, inching in a little closer with that sideways smile. “Then how come you won't let me kiss you?”
Why do you feel more embarrassed now than fifteen minutes ago when you were sitting in his room with no clothes on? 
“I didn't say I wouldn't…”
This emboldens him enough to step the rest of the way into you, touching his pillow-soft lips to yours gently. He lights up your world, and when you don't pull away his big hands find your waist, his fingertips digging into your skin as he moans against your mouth. 
“You sure you gotta go?” he asks sheepishly, his forehead pressed to yours. His hair is every bit as soft as it looks, you find out, as it curtains your face.
You manage a shaky, “Yeah.” 
Only because you can't stand his roommates. You've decided you will never set foot in that apartment with them there again.
“Bummer.” 
The understatement of the century. You laugh, at your own luck as much as him, smoothing your hands over his muscled chest before patting his cheek lightly. Good lord, what a specimen. “Goodnight, Matt.”
“See you, y/n.”
You drive off, sad to be leaving him. Something about that boy makes you want to wrap him up in your arms, and fight anyone who so much as gives him a sideways look.
That is something to be wary of too, you suppose.
You have no idea that you were being watched by someone from the shadows, snogging your student under the yellow glow of the street light.
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TBC...
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->chapter map pinterest board/ photo credits
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warlocklawyer666 · 1 day ago
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Costume Design in Wicked
So, I just watched Wicked for the third time since it’s available on Amazon now and goodness, do I love this movie. There are so many small details that you inly really start appreciating on the second or third watch, so I wanna talk about one of the things that caught my eye, already on the second watch, but even more so on this one. The costume design.
The costume design of this movie is, at least in my opinion, glorious. And by that I mean how certain characters stand out from the crowd through their clothes. If you were to look at a mass of people from Shiz, you’d know directly who the main cast is and who the supporting characters are.
The whole school follows a specific dress code: grey trousers (sometimes with a skirt on the side), light blue shirt and a matte, dark cyan-blue jacket on top. And while these parts get styled differently, trousers exchanged for skirts and similar changes being made, we, the audience, can easily tell by this who background characters are.
If we now take a look at side characters, it is clear that, while they are in fact similar to background characters, clothes, they are still distinctive differences. G(a)linda’s friend Pfannee wears, instead of the usual matte jacket, a (presumably) velvet one, giving him a shinier look without pulling too much of the audiences attention to it. Plus he wears extremely fancy glasses with a very intricate design, much more notable here is their shape tho, which is rectangular, something that I didn’t spot on any other character at Shiz, even tho there are at least three background characters who also wear glasses, all of which are round.
Glinda’s other friend, Shenshen, has a uniform that is exclusively grey, except for a few pink stripes.
Glinda is often around those two and Shenshen, lacking a lot pf colour in her uniform let’s Glinda pop out, while she at the same time shows how she belongs to her squad through the pink stripes, something that Pfannee does, in my opinion, too, even if he does it in a slightly different way and by being a bit more flashy, just like Glinda.
Nessa, Elphaba’s sister, also has a few differences in her daily attire in comparison to that of her classmates, the most prominent being her wearing a dress during the ‘Dancing through Life’ scene at Shiz, as well as the clothes she arrives in. What is interesting here is how her jacket is the only one that is entirely closed, this could either be because her overprotective father didn’t want her to catch a cold, or could also symbolise how she doesn’t require any help and refuses that, closing her off, instead of being open and comfortable, a change which we can clearly see later in the movie, during the scenes where she wears a dress. There she seems much more comfortable and open with her clothes being in turn more open, while no one tries to constantly help her and looks excessively after her wellbeing.
Let’s move on to Prince Fiyero, most of the time he wears, what I think is a dark royal blue, which would be a nod to his heritage, on top of that he is also, far as I could tell, the only student who has golden ornaments as part of his general attire. Even in his actual school outfit which he wears during the lion cub scene, we can see a clear distinction from other students through his light beige trousers and short which has a lighter blue colour than those of the other students and matches with the shirt colour Elphaba wears in the same scene, showing their connection and the bonding that happens there. On another note, his usual dark blue clothing neither matches specifically Elphaba nor Glinda, however the blue colour is in fact roughly in a triadic colour scheme with Elphaba’s skin colour and, if lighter, also with Glinda’s overall pink wardrobe.
Finally onto Elphaba and Glinda. The colours of their clothes being black and pink and, except for a few accents in other designs, being specific to them. When looking at a crowd from Shiz, those are the two that you’d notice first. They never wear actual school uniform and are as distinctive from the rest of the school as light and dark.
That is all I can think of so far, but if I missed something or got something wrong, please tell me
Anyway, thanks for listening to my ted talk ^^
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icarianncarrionn · 3 days ago
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She doesn’t open her eyes, just nods, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Of course he can. And the cat.” Tisha’s actually a little surprised they’re not there at that very moment, snoozing by their feet. It does sound like heaven when she thinks about it. “Did you think I would say no? I’d never be a wicked stepmother to that dog. Even if he is prettier than me, which I think is like, most of why the old women in Disney movies were such bitches to their stepkids.”
She keeps waiting for the moment where this stops being real, stops being good, where he stops letting her hold him and pulls his arm away from her and somehow it all goes back to the way it was. It’s not that the way it was ever felt like it wasn’t enough, but that was before. He’s always (almost always, but the glow of her happiness has a habit of rewriting history) made her feel safe, but never this safe, never this at ease. “I’d say I’ll get him a bed, but he seems like the kind of dog to just take mine and dare me to say something about it.”
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Even when hungover, Sunny was chatty. It was okay. Her voice had some kind of strange, calming effect, whether she spoke about poetry or cocktails or the end of the world. It helped Ilyas' heartbeat steady a little. Still rushing in his ears - pa-pound pa-pound pa-pound - but there was room for the sound she made too. For the simple question she asked. Simple, yet it stole his breath. A small hitch. She wanted him there. She said so. And last night, he'd said--
Don't leave me.
He shifted. Only slightly at first, but then it turned into a big movement that could as well have been him getting up. But it wasn't that. It was just him turning onto his back fully and fumbling his arm under her body and sort of around it and he was probably still so awkward and didn't even really know why he did that and.. and his heart. Of course his heart, out of control. But he hadn't lost consciousness, so.. it hadn't stopped working. His head bobbed twice. A nod, when it seemed someone had come in and snatched his voice. "T-the dog." Or maybe his voice wasn't gone and he could only use it to say stupid, random stuff. "I need to uh.. The dog." Damn, what was the dog's name again? "The dog can stay here. Right?"
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lotusishere · 3 months ago
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Side rant: (this is not something I usually post about)
But does it bother anyone else when suddenly the thing you’re into becomes popular? And no, it doesn’t become popular because of how good it is. It gets popular because celebrities make it popular or use it for trends. Then you have people that “like” the thing you’re into but you can clearly tell they know NOTHING about it nor do they want to. They just want to like it cuz the rest of the world likes it. (Even though that one thing you’ve been obsessed about used to be something people judged you about? And now it’s suddenly popular and you’re loooking to the left and right.)
I don’t have a problem with people liking or getting into fandoms. I just don’t like it when it’s obvious they’re not here because they like it, they’re only there because it’s suddenly popular. Then it irks me even more when those people try to tell ACTUAL people in the fandom how the fandom and the thing you’re into works. Like hello???? I hope this makes sense.
Am I crazy for feeling like this tho????
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dayas · 3 months ago
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This post contains spoilers for Wicked (2024) and the Broadway musical!
A word on Cynthia Erivo’s performance as Elphaba in Wicked: Phenomenal.
In regards to the critique that she plays her too timidly: in my opinion, she plays her exactly as she is meant to be played. Watching Elphaba navigate Shiz University was so clearly a parallel to how Black women have to operate in Predominantly White spaces. Every single time her powers went out of whack, she was labeled as dangerous, and at the end, the Wizard and Madame Morrible immediately painted her out to be monstrous, vicious, and angry. Seeing her poster produced a visceral reaction in me — not because it was terrifying, but because it reminded me of those old fashioned racist posters 💀 which! Isn’t a bad thing, I think it speaks to the larger message of making Elphaba out to be the Wicked Witch, despite her only crimes at that point (that we know about) being attempted Animal Liberation and further Civil Rights movements. To me, watching Elphaba at Shiz was watching another Black woman try to fit in despite knowing she will never truly be like those around her, and to not draw any more of their ire and to not fly off the handle and be labeled as ‘angry’ or further outcast. When she sings I’m Not That Girl, it hits harder having been in that position and truly understanding what it means to not be desired or considered pretty or beautiful by anyone around you while your friends are. Honestly, it adds more in my opinion. I think Cynthia Erivo’s performance carried an excellent nuance that speaks specifically to Black women and our experiences. While it is perfectly okay to have a differing opinion, it would be a major disservice to overlook that very intentional lens painted by the film. As many have noted, having Elphaba be played by a Black woman adds so much depth to the character. It also shifts and adjusts how she presents herself when her Broadway and Book counterpart may be considered bolder (which begets a whole other essay on White Women, oppression Olympics politics, and needing elements of Whiteness to appear in oppressive narratives for the sake of ‘relatability’ despite them coming off, in my opinion, more disingenuous than not). All of this to say: Elphaba is still fierce in her own right. She stands up for herself, sets her own terms, but she does so within the realm of what is socially acceptable for a reason. I’m gonna need y’all to think a little more critically ❤️
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captaincrowe · 2 months ago
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Anyway, after watching the Wicked movie again, I think my ideal outcome of the love triangle in a canon divergence scenario is "Gelphie and their free-range boytoy Fiyero who comes and goes as he pleases."
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bunnieswithknives · 24 days ago
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I'm never getting out of here.
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Plus a version without the background cause I like them on their own too
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gorebonk · 2 months ago
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Boq having a jumper that one of his siblings sewed a heart on when he was younger and when Fiero becomes the Scarecrow Tin Boq sews up a tear with a heart patch because,,, just think about it
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not-so-superheroine · 11 days ago
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the thing is...galinda is right about popular.
it isn't just about a make-over. like it is, and about galinda recognizing elphaba is beautiful the way she is. but the song has a larger purpose. she's teaching elphaba about the importance of soft power. very clearly when she talks about "celebrated heads of state."
soft power, which elphaba does not have, and that has major consequences when it comes to accomplishing her mission.
not saying glinda made all the right or moral choices. she very much doesn't. its just that's she has a point here, which plays into why glinda IS able to depose morrible and the wizard later on.
now, mind you, glinda wouldn't have done any of that if not for elphaba taking the risk she did by confronting morrible and the wizard by taking a strong moral stance in defense of the Animals.
activists are necessary when it comes to making change. they push politicians to make the right choice for the people.
people, including capital "A" Animals.
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star-lights-up · 22 days ago
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you're gonna be popular ♡
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festivating · 9 months ago
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elphaba has such an intriguing relationship with her magic in the musical. like. imagine having this mysterious power you can't control and you don't understand and obviously nobody is going to help you understand it because everyone completely fucking hates you.
and elphaba wants so badly to control these powers she promises nessa that once they're at shiz things will be different and she won't use them but she doesn't KNOW how to do that. so this is yet another part of her that scares people or makes them angry at her, and it's yet another part of her that she has no control over.
it's fucked that she admires the wizard also. because she thinks the wizard has magic but of course that's a good thing. magic isn't the problem. the problem is her magic. she never even considered a career in sorcery because her magic is more a curse than a gift.
and we know her magic is tied to her emotions and it comes out when she's mad or frightened. can you imagine how many times she must've gotten mad growing up, considering how hard her life was? and how many times her powers manifested without her control? it must've happened a LOT if she had to promise nessa she wouldn't use her magic again. and how many times she stopped herself from getting mad in the first place because she was afraid of what she could do?
also elphaba tells morrible "something just comes over me sometimes. something i can't describe. but i will try to control myself." and then she apologizes to nessa. she apologizes for something she can't control, something she has clearly tried to control before, smothering down a part of her that should be natural, that should be considered a talent.
and a part of me thinks that she grew to resent her magic so thoroughly she carried that resentment even after getting training from morrible. after her lessons and after getting the grimmerie all the magic we see from elphaba is more "controlled" so to speak.
but still think about the scene at the governor's manor, when she purposely enchants nessa's shoes and she says "FINALLY from these powers something good" so even after all that time she still never saw her own powers in a positive light. and i mean. with the wizard and morrible tricking her to fuck up the monkeys of course she thinks like that.
she went from having to hide her powers, to trying to suppress them to make the people around her more comfortable, to being hunted because of her powers. of course she's never going to see that side of herself as something good. the amount of self-loathing she carries is just unreal i don't know how to finish this post but i love her very very much and she needs a hug.
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raavenb2619 · 5 months ago
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“Musical about a green magic girl who's totally alloaro, trust me, where are you going she's alloaro, I have a whole powerpoint presentation stop backing away from me I have proof she's alloaro just listen to me” - Things I tell my friends to try to get them to watch media I like
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moghedien · 2 months ago
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Ariana will go to every major publication and be like “we need to talk about fag Glinda”
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cosmic-vanity · 1 month ago
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Something that really bothers me is that a lot of people seem to forget that Wicked is Jewish.
The musical was written by a Jewish man and Elphaba’s social treatment parallels the antisemitism that a visibly Jewish woman would face and the whole “green skin” bit was meant to parallel antisemitic caricatures and she was first played by an openly Jewish woman and even if Elphie is now played by Cynthia Erivo (notoriously not Jewish), the character is still Jewish at its core and- *gets fucking shot*
No but seriously I could go ONNNN!!! And the people in this fandom, especially those who’ve only joined the train recently, seem hellbent on acting like the musical wasn’t anything transgressive before the movie adaptation. I saw a tweet a few months ago from someone saying “Casting a black woman as Elphaba adds a level of depth and actual relatability to the story that wasn’t there before and makes the character less flat”, and it like actually kinda pissed me off… I understand that you prefer to see yourself represented but just because you haven’t experienced a certain kind of bigotry it doesn’t mean that stories about it are flat!!
I first watched Wicked when I was like eleven and even though I didn’t get it entirely, it FUCKED ME UP!!!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVED IT!!!!!!!! Because I felt Elphaba’s struggle so deep in my soul (not just because of the antisemitism but that was certainly one of the main factors) and Defying Gravity was such a huge moment for me… so don’t go around claiming that the story didn’t provide any real representation before or that it was one-dimensional or anything or I’ll THROW ROCKS AT YOUR HOUSE AND SET IT ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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mayasaura · 2 months ago
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Really fucking love how "No One Mourns The Wicked" is so obviously Glinda losing control of the crowd. She's barely holding it together. Showed up to deliver the news bulletin like a good little party spokesperson, only to get roped into leading a celebratory witch burning of her recently deceased soul mate. Her attempts to mitigate the crowd's hostility are only half picked up, half reinterpreted as scorn, and she ends up just.... going along with it. Smiling the whole way.
You have to give the people what they want.
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skatiet · 3 months ago
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