#wicked 2003

[liongrl321]

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my Wicked community got approved :D

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Can you please review the Wicked OBC show and share the link?!

WICKED on Broadway Review (2003)

I'm going to try and leave off quotes and lyrics that I really liked...

Idina Menzel is my Elphaba Thropp and I love her

Great first impression of our Green Girl™

The transition into the songs was smooth

"What's in this punch?" // "Lemons, and melons, and pears." // "Oh my."

Norbert played the himbo trope so well

Fiyero's entrance was a great first impression, and I would not expect anything less

Madame Morrible gushing over Nessarose and then subtly being startled by Elphaba's appearance

The way Fiyero went from being in love with G(a)linda to, instead, being in love with Elphaba was sweet

Speaking of Fiyero and Elphaba, the chemistry between Norbert and Idina felt genuine, thus, making the romance and feelings between their characters believable. The storyline between them was written well and didn't feel rushed or forced. #TeamWhateverTheShipNameForElphabaAndFiyeroIs

Elphaba telling Doctor Dillamond "...I have no friends." I'll be your friend! 🥺

The Wizard sounded less cruel in the musical than the novel, so I was on the fence about liking him or disliking him

Speaking of The Wizard, I loved Joel's portrayal of him. He was quite the charmer and honestly a little hard to not like.

So we all hate Madame Morrible, right??

“I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow." -Fiyero Tigelaar in a nutshell

I love how protective Fiyero eventually became of Elphaba (same, Fiyero, same)

Fiyero panicking after hearing someone say how to possibly k*ll Elphaba

"I can't stand here grinning, pretending to go along with all of this!" He was genuinely worried about his green, soon-to-be girlfriend.

ANIMALS SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD .. Ouch.

The train station part

"Fiyero, do you think I like hearing them say all these things about her?!" She still loves Elphaba deep down but can't vocalize it; however, there were a few times she tried to defend her.

Fiyero calling G(a)linda out on her bullsh*t: "You can't leave because you can't resist this, and that's the truth."

G(A)LINDA TOLD MADAME MORRIBLE AND THE WIZARD TO KILL NESSAROSE!!!! Well... use her as bait to capture Elphaba. This was done out of pure jealousy due to Fiyero confessing his feelings for Elphaba and running away with her.

(previous bullet point) Morrible: "We must now force her to show herself." // The Wizard: "How?" // Galinda: "Her sister." // Morrible: "What? What did she say?" // Galinda: "Use her sister. Spread a rumor, make her think her sister is in trouble..."

I loved the attitude and how dramatic Elphaba was over a pair of shoes. To be fair, though, they did belong to her sister. They were the last thing she had to remember her.

Regarding the previous bullet point, I love how Idina raised her pitch a few times towards the end of the musical, which began around her argument with Glinda shortly after Nessarose's death. For those who saw the musical, the argument begins after Elphaba asks to be alone with her (now dead) sister. Anyways, it sounded like she was paying a homage to Margaret Hamilton from the 1939 film by doing that.

The Wizard cutting Elphaba off just as she was about to tell him what happened to Doctor Dillamond by saying he knows why she's there and that she first must "prove" herself. He's a manipulative charmer.

So.. in the novel (and based on this), Elphaba went insane, like, mentally unstable kind of insane to the point of having at least one, full-blown mental breakdown. That being said, going back to the musical, I could hear the insanity in Idina's tone post-Nessarose's death (well done, Queen!); however, I wish there was more dialogue and "scenes" added to really emphasize Elphaba's mental instability. I mean.. our Green Girl™ went through a lot of shit (for a lack of better words) and most everyone hated her! And so, I wish we actually got to see how all of that took a mental toll on her to the point of having a full-blown mental breakdown.

Some of the songs felt rushed as well as lacked emotion too. I won't list out which ones, but that's just my opinion. For the songs that are my favorite, I like how the cast sounded in the album recording instead of on stage.

Since the quality was low, I couldn't hear too well...

The lion cub part. This is when a spark ignited in Elphaba and Fiyero's hearts.

Elphaba coming to Doctor Dillamond's defense after G(a)linda vocalized her anger of him accidentally mispronouncing her name for the second time

Elphaba's attempt at dancing. She tried, and that's what matters most.

I love how she immediately yanked the hat off once people began laughing at her and then, eventually, put it back on to start dancing

G(a)linda felt bad for purposely humiliating Elphaba, especially after Madame Morrible told her that Elphaba was the one who told her to give G(a)linda the training wand as a way to repay her for telling Boq to ask her sister to the dance

"For Good" is a beautiful song, and I love how Kristin and Idina sounded together. However, I just don't really buy the song, though, and here is why: Both mentally and emotionally, Elphaba was in a bad place. She was grieving over the loss of her sister and Fiyero, who was taken away by Oz guards to get tortured because he had a weapon on him and threatened to kill G(a)linda. To make things even worse, Elphaba was hated by everyone, and that's all thanks to The Wizard and Madame Morrible. Those are just a few things... . I'm sure some of you will argue that G(a)linda tried to comfort her (in secret since she was a "public figure"), and she did, but only once. Even during that one time, which was after they met up at the spot her sister was killed, the attempt at comforting Elphaba immediately turned into an argument, so I wouldn't really count that.

*This is just my opinion, though!*

I liked Doctor Dillamond, but I didn't care enough about him to the point of being sad about what happened to him. In the book, he was killed by a creature under Madame Morrible's orders...

Not G(a)linda calling Elphaba an "artichoke", lmao

The big hat at the beginning. That was so cool, and clever!

The ending!!!! Fiyero ran back on the stage and then knocked on the ground. After a few seconds, Elphaba opened the tile and he helped her out. My babies got their happy ending. 🥹❤️

Despite the crappy quality, I still enjoyed watching this, and I am beyond grateful for that person uploading a full bootleg performance. So.. thank you, kind stranger!

I'll probably end up reblogging this and adding more things that I liked, but for now, these moments stuck out to me the most.

[theoscouts-sideblog]

I don't want to think about the election tonight, so I'll think about Wicked the musical that I watched today. It was so good! And I got one or two headcanons.

As of the current script it feels like Oz didn't really have explicit problems that required a scapegoat- Elphaba's dad did all of that just in case there were any. I have a personal headcanon/theory that Elphaba's dad had era-typical eugenicist beliefs and decided to target sapient animals in particular because he saw them as a competitor species to humans. It's also why he exiles himself instantly when he realises Elphaba is his daughter- he probably taught eugenics to a bunch of Emerald City residents, and realised what deep shit it would mean to his safety and reputation if his secret got out.

I don't know how to feel about Boq/ Tin Man's transformation in terms of personality- since in the book it was made apparent that he only needed to believe he had a heart to act like he had one. So! I have a headcanon that Nessarose's spell removed his memories- to stop him from remembering his love for Glinda. That explains his change in personality- he was made anew and just happened to absorb all the violent anti-Elphaba propaganda that he was exposed to. Also, it wouldn't make sense for him to not have his memories erased, because then who's stopping him from squealing on Nessarose collaborating with Elphaba, even just for a little?

I headcanon the potion-thing that Elphaba's dad was giving Melena was a magical energy drink, that normally doesn't have an effect on humans from earth aside from maybe tasting good, but (temporarily) energises humans from Oz.

So theoretically, if a pregnant person drinks it while holding a child with both Oz and Earth lineage, the baby's dual heritages will interact. Since they neither can ignore the energy nor absorb it directly, it instead gives them energy through other means- such as giving them chloroplasts and making them able to photosynthesise!

That's why it feels as though there are 0 people who have heard of whatever condition that causes Elphaba's green skin before- it only happens under rare and highly specific circumstances.

This excess energy is also what makes Elphaba is so good at magic. It also means that if Elphaba were to eat less and stay out of the sun, she'd begin to lose her magical energy. Though she'd only need to stay healthy in order to maintain it again.

The original writers of the magic language that the spellbook is written in drove themselves to extinction or some kind of apocalypse where all this technology was forgotten via warfare.

Aaand I think this is pretty much confirmed canon, but I think when Elphaba cast a spell on Nessarose to let her walk, it targeted her shoes. If you translate whatever magic words she says to English, they're something along the lines of 'these shoes will take you wherever you want to go'. So on a paraplegic person like Nessarose, they would give her the ability to walk.... but also give someone who wanted to go somewhere badly like Dorothy the ability to teleport.

I have 1 or 2 complaints about what I've seen of the film. I kind of wish they had cast actors who looked more like each other for the plot twist that Elphaba is the Wizard's daughter. Also, some dialogue really shouldn't have been kept imho. It looks like they followed a lot of it word-by-word from the musical, which isn't great because while it works for a musical due to the plot needing to be fast and the songs and most exchanges needing to be (entertaining) summaries, it feels really awkward when imagining it happening irl. Musicals aren't meant to be literal, they're meant to be interpretative. They're making the same mistake that Cats 2019 did, but without the uncanny valley effect.

That's all for now, I might rewatch the original 1939 film since the last time I saw it I was like 10, and come up with new headcanons based on that.

[azural83]

All those youtube bros calling wicked woke or dei would lose their nonexistent minds over the book

[kwillow]

POPULAR! I'll help you be popular! You'll hang with the right cohorts You'll be good at sports Know the slang you've got to know So let's start - 'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go!

Desiring the cachet that being the friend of a royal can bring (and having long since scuppered his chances with the crown prince), Ambroys attaches himself like a glittery barnacle to the younger prince, Lucas. Of course, Lucas is not particularly well-liked. But a celebutante like Ambroys can change that, can't he? (No. He can't.)

(BY THE WAY Prince Lucas belongs to @broncoburro and stars in @forevergoldgame which has a demo out that you can play right now!!)

[daily-lego-sets]

LEGO Wicked:

Welcome to Emerald City

Set: 75684

2024

Pieces: 945

[things-ford-pines-missed]

OOH OH WICKED!!!

Thing Ford Missed #292: Wicked (2003)

[wickedcriminal]

Whumptober Day 9; Mistaken Identity

Exactly 100 words

"It's good to meet you, Fullmetal Alchemist, sir!"

The hulking suit of armor giggled like a child. "You've got the wrong guy."

.

"Would you be the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

Russell Tringham flipped his hair with a dazzling smile.

"What tipped you off?"

.

"Ah, the Fullmetal Alchemist!"

Thirteen year old Alphonse Elric wore a red coat and a ponytail, almost as though he wanted to be mistaken.

"Not quite."

.

"You know, back home I was called the Fullmetal Alchemist."

Alfons Heiderich snorted out loud, then guiltily stopped himself. "Sorry."

"It's alright." Edward Elric smiled, distantly. "No one ever got it right anyway."

[bamboowick]

And, if it applies, which one did you get into first?

[life-set-to-random]

This monster design is so detailed! The animators didn’t have to go so hard for us but I appreciate that they did.♥️

[liongrl321]

You should watch this before you watch the movie in November

(you don't have to but i recommend it)

Wicked Bootleg With Original Cast

enjoy, my fellow Wicked fans :3

(not mine, credits to who recorded an uploaded this)

[devious-muffin]

god I was so so so afraid that I was going to hate the Wicked movie after loving the musical for so long (in fact, I was fully convinced I would) but I now must gush here to literally no one instead simply to say it was an incredible adaptation and has me fully activating like a sleeper agent rn

[theblerdbox]

vii || No Good, Root-Working, Heart-Breaking Great-Great-Grandmother

Green Lake, Texas - 1900

Green Lake, Texas was heaven on earth, once upon a time, before the empire of the South came crumbling down, like the walls of Jericho.

Before its demise, the people of Green Lake lived in harmony. Neighbors were family. To leave Green Lake to do business elsewhere was taboo. People didn't buy or sell homes. They built them, expanded them, and passed them on for generations. Mayor Walker, boasted with a menacing grin, "Everything you could ever need is right here, at home."

So, naturally, when Elroy Zeroni arrived in Green Lake, he made a home. He built a house on the lake and a garden atop the tallest mountain. He married the most beautiful woman in town, and, together they raised a set of twins, Clove and Samuel, with endless love and integrity.

Sam took after his father - hardworking and earnest - able to fix anything with the magic of his hands. Clove took after her mother, an incredibly shy, gifted, root-worker with a knack for natural remedies and spell-casting. Elroy adopted his mother's house rules: "No love spells and no curses." But, Clove couldn't help but break the rules. Little did her father know that his daughter's existence was a love spell at work, as was his wife's. When they entered a room, the world stopped, men gravitated towards them like magnets, women feared them, children trusted them, and animals followed them.

Mrs. Zeroni was rumored to come from a family of sirens from Louisiana. The housewives of Green Lake's elite grew suspicious of her adversity to water. But, that couldn't have been further from the truth. She came from a family of high priestesses and devout root-workers. Her appeal was no more supernatural than the application of kindness and good genes. 

As children, the twins sold onions, vegetables, and other goods outside of the chapel every Sunday, tending to the let out of churchgoers seeking last-minute supplies for Sunday dinner and miracle healing remedies.

Ten-year-old Sam, boisterously announced the day's specials as the crowd gathered. His twin sister, Clove handled the money while her father maintained inventory on the farm.

A young boy was immediately taken by Clove who towered over him. He looked up to her, eyes round and wide with wonder. His mother nudged him and snarled between clenched teeth every Sunday, "Stanley Yelnats, it is not polite to stare!"

This particular Sunday, the Lord's word mustered the boy with enough courage to speak. Stanley shamelessly and naively surveyed her flawlessness. He'd never seen a black diamond, but he was confident such wouldn't hold a candle to the enchanting girl standing before him. Her obsidian skin sparkled under the beating sun - like the angel, Gabriel - to which he was inferior. 

It was love at first sight.

"One box of herbal tea bags, three onions, two carrots, and..."

Stanley quickly grabbed a string of ceramic beads hanging from the buggy and placed it before her.

Clove smirked and looked over the beads, "These aren't cheap. They are handmade in Latvia and have been blessed over with holy water by the high priestess -"

"I have enough," he cut in, desperate to convince her and himself.

"And they are for women," Clove laughed, as did her brother who eavesdropped while he performed. Clove studied the clumsy boy. She was as good a salesperson as her brother - Perhaps better. Many were unaware Clove Zeroni had sold them anything until it was too late. She had a way of making customers feel like the decision to splurge was their own."It's $2 for the tea and vegetables - Beads like these go for $5," She looked up to Sam, who nodded in agreement, both in on the con. It didn't matter to Stanley. At that point, he was willing to sell his soul for a moment in her presence.

Young Stanley dug into his pockets and placed $10 in Clove's open palm. He'd been saving for weeks sweeping the floors of the only bank in town. "That's all I have," he said panicking as Clove held his gaze.

"Who are you trying to impress, Stanley Yelnats?" her full lips pulled into a smirk, knowing the answer but challenging the boy to speak for himself. 

He didn't fold or look away when he said, "You." 

Stanley gathered the tea, onions, and carrots in a sack before placing the string of beads back into Clove's hands with a shy smile. Stanley began to explain himself, "I noticed you never wear any jewelry and thought you could use -"

"Thank you," she didn't let him finish, "This is my favorite pattern."

No man, besides her father, had ever given her anything but stares before then.

Stanley tied the string of beads around her neck, basking in her scent. Clove admired his bravery. No one had ever flirted with her before. Clove was a beauty, but Sam was approachable. The boys wanted to be him and the girls wanted to be with him, secretly, batting their eyelashes and twirling their hair as they flocked to him after school. 

She extended a hand to her new friend, "Clove Zeroni."

"I know," Stanley bit his lip, embarrassed by honesty, "See you next Sunday?"

"Or sooner," she said, making Stanley blush.

"Be careful with that one, sis," Sam said in a low voice as Stanley ran home with glee, "There will be no saving us when he breaks."

Clove waved off her twin brother. If he could have admirers, why couldn't she?

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Hi Peaches!

Love time no write. I miss you (and the Zeroni's) terribly. So here I am with a short chapter. After a long vacation from writing, I finally have the time and space to update this story. Enjoy!

[hopepunk-priest]

GOD can we talk about the one-shot hallway sequence in Old Boy because holy shit

[my-various-aus]

Dinner Reservation

It was a quiet night at the mortuary, as Clara looked over some files, double-checking all the information before filing it away.

In another room, she could hear her coworker’s radio playing, providing background noise, as he worked on the bodies in the back.

With a sigh, Clara stood, stretching out her back and groaning as her spine popped. She yawned, stacking the files on her desk, before going down the hallway that led to the embalming room.

“Hey, Marcus,” Clara called, knocking on the door and opening it, so she didn’t startle him “I’m thinking of ordering some food, you want anything?”

Marcus looked up from where he was inspecting a cadaver’s hand, making a quick note, before replying “Yeah, sure, I can eat; what did you have in mind?”

“Pizza?”

“Sounds good; let me know when it’s here and I can give Mr. Anderson a break.”

Clara snorted, going back to the front.

A few minutes later, the order was placed and she was back to sorting her paperwork.

The phone suddenly ringing made her jump, dropping the papers in her hand.

“What the fuck, it’s three in the morning,” she muttered, holding one hand to her heart, the other reaching for the phone “Thank you for calling Evergreen Mortuary, how may I assist you?”

There was silence on the other end, but Clara could swear she heard shaky breathing and...was the other person crying?

“Hello?” she prompted “This is Clara from Evergreen Mortuary; how may I assist you?”

The other person let out a harsh breath, sniffling and breaking Clara’s heart in the process; she had a feeling Marcus would be getting an extra body to work on tonight.

“I...I n-need to,” the man on the other end coughed to clear his throat, though his voice was still a little rough “I need to make a dinner reservation.”

Clara blinked, perplexed; who calls a mortuary for a din....dinner reservation.

She drew a deep breath, sitting up straighter “Just a moment, sir.”

The phone was set down, Clara opening a drawer at her desk and pressing down on the false bottom, revealing a set of old-fashioned keys. Snatching them up, she made her way to a closet behind her desk.

A few minutes later, she returned, shoving her previous work to the side and laying out the new file and papers.

Pen poised in her right hand, Clara picked the phone back up “How many in the party?”

“One.”

“Name?”

“Mic-Michelangelo Hamato.”

Clara paused, something about the name sending a shudder of dread down her spine “Age?”

The man on the other end let out a laugh that quickly became a sob “Thir... Thirteen, as of three hours ago.”

‘Just a kid,’ Clara thought, taking a calming breath and continuing to fill out the paperwork for the next couple of minutes.

Marcus came out of the backroom, just as Clara was wrapping up the call “We’ll be there in thirty minutes, Mr. Hamato; is there anything else I can help you with?”

The click of the phone hanging up was the only answer Clara got, making her blink, startled, before she hung her own phone up.

“What was that about?” Marcus asked, going to grab some coffee “...Did you say Hamato?”

“Yeah,” Clara muttered, pulling out a cell phone and shooting off a few texts “dinner reservation.”

Marcus clicked his tongue, stirring some sugar into his coffee and pouring a second cup “That ain’t good.”

“No,” Clara accepted the cup that was handed to her, reading the texts she received “Especially since it’s for the younger one.”

“Oh, somebody fucked up.”

“Hey, I haven’t been in this business for long,” Clara looked up at her coworker, pulling out some creamer to put into her coffee “but ‘Hamato’ sounds familiar.”

“It should,” Marcus said, taking a drink “That was a name to fear, five years ago, before they retired.”

“They?”

“Three of ‘em,” Marcus turned when there was a knock at the front, going to open the door, while Clara dug out some cash “brothers. Hey, man, how’s it goin’?”

“Eh, could be better, could be worse,” the delivery man said, handing the pizza boxes over “nice night, not too much goin’ on, so on and so forth.”

“Awesome,” Marcus took the boxes, stepping to the side, so Clara could hand over the tip “wish we could say the same; just got a call that another body is comin’ in.”

“I could not work in a place like this,” the delivery man said, shivering “I don’t like seein’ fake dead bodies, never mind real ones.”

Marcus and Clara both laughed, bidding the delivery man goodnight and closing the door behind him.

“So, there’s three Hamato brothers?”

“Ah, yeah, so...”

---

So, this is really just me practicing with two of my OCs, but also a scene that had been in my mind for my John Wick au and it needed to be written.

Because, unlike Daisy, Mikey is not a pet that you can just bury in your yard after they die; he’s a person, a kid; Donnie, Raph, and Leo’s little brother.

Therefore, I had to come up with some way for Mikey’s body to be taken care of and I figured something similar to Charlie’s cleanup crew, but geared more toward funerary services. A mortuary seemed like the most appropriate setting for underworld services.