so @kazliin writes this amazing fic called ‘Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts’ and if you haven’t read it yet i recommend you do because it’s beautiful and the angst gives me life ((seriously, just so much great angst)) i honestly love that fic to death
Remember last year, when all the other interesting, cool Broadway musicals got stuck in the shadow of Hamilton?
Remember how all the beautiful little shows, like Waitress and Tuck Everlasting and Bright Star and Allegiance and On Your Feet were left unnoticed by most, as everyone bought tickets to Hamilton?
Remember how so many shows had to close because nobody wanted to buy tickets to them, because we were so caught up with Hamilton?
I’m afraid that Dear Evan Hansen will become the new Hamilton.
I’m afraid that so many other great, diverse, revolutionary shows will be lost in Broadway history, lost to this eight-person, nearly all-white, musical.
I’m afraid that, in five years or so, there won’t be anyone who’ll remember Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812.
I’m afraid that Groundhog Day will close because people will choose Dear Evan Hansen over it.
I’m afraid that Come From Away won’t get any recognition this season.
I’m afraid that nobody will remember Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for anything other than “Christian Borle was in it.”
I’m afraid that Bandstand, Anastasia, Miss Saigon, all these beautiful shows, will be performing to unresponsive audiences, as bored teenagers, fidgeting in their chairs whisper to their parents “Why couldn’t you have taken me to see Dear Evan Hansen instead? This sucks.”
Don’t get me wrong, Dear Evan Hansen is great, Hamilton is great.
It’s just that I hope the other shows this season are appreciated, too.
“Is there anything else you like about me Yuuri?” he joked as he set Yuuri gently down on the bed, unwinding the other man’s arms from around his neck and trying to make sure that Yuuri wasn’t going to roll straight off the moment he let go. As soon as his arms were free Yuuri reached up again, not wrapping them around Viktor’s neck this time but cupping his cheeks, running his thumbs over the skin there and staring up at Viktor, gaze intense.
“Your eyes.” he said, the words slurred but clearly audible all the same. “You have…pretty eyes.” Viktor nearly tripped over the bed in surprise but Yuuri didn’t seem to notice. “I’ve always liked your eyes…”
I read chapter two of the brilliant @kazliin’s Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts and as always it destroyed me, especially finding out what really happened at the Olympics. Couldn’t help but try and draw a quick something for it. ;;;; Bless you for this brilliant fic. ♥