Pickup bullshit: when a guy says something and then goes, “oh she hates me now.” Now the woman carries the burden of either proving that she doesn’t hate the guy, or the privilege of being called a bitch if she agrees.
I really like this version of Hanschen. If you don’t know, Reiss’ Spring Awakening is a modern retelling of the play. In this adaptation, the kids also play all of the adults, which is a very interesting take on it, I think.
[Pictured: the top left corner is Ekow Quartey in the 2014 premiere production directed by Benn Kidd and the other three are of Simon Gagnon in the 2015 production with The Rotunda Theatre.]
Prompt: I was the flower girl and you were the ring bearer in the same wedding, and 20 years later we’re at another wedding AU
Éponine crawls underneath the heavy white table cloth, wiping her hands on the skirt of her dress. She kicks off her shoes and watches as they slither across the polished floor of the restaurant, all the way down to the other end of the table. Above her head, glasses are clinking, forks are scraping against china platters. The bride’s laughter is mingling with the sound of her husband’s booming voice. Éponine is five, her dress itches, and the smoke hanging in the air makes her sneeze.
There’s a rustle of fabric, a streak of light.
“Found you.” He’s crouched down, peeking into her make-shift cave. Enjolras is six, and his white dress-shirt is still neatly tucked into his pants, but his blue tie is missing.