“It’s a little bit like it’s become her diary. It’s become her way of, as she says, trying to hold on to who she was, who she is and not forget where she came from and who matters to her…She does this everyday, she goes to the same spot perhaps, and talks to this guy.“ - Jason Rothenberg [x]
Shiro wanted something big and Keith did not disappoint. Keith gave him the biggest sunflower he could find and Shiro died laughing. How can he possibly love this guy even more? So pure, too good for this world. ಥ_ಥ Redbubble
you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”
and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?
and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?
what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.
i love it when i’m reading a book and the sexual tension between two characters it’s so strong that i literally feel the need to put some distance between me and the words.. like… my mom is in the next room can u two chill
something specific that kills me about “what would i do?” is the fact that marvin and whizzer are very interwoven characters, and here we see them not allowed to connect? for example: they finish each other’s sentences extremely often. during “thrill of first love,” they’re constantly interrupting each other, ( nine months / ten months& still it’s awfully trying / and we’re not denying ), and harmonizing – both vocally and physically! they are a couple that is super tactile with displaying their affection; marvin always plays with whizzer’s ears, whizzer can always be seen with a hand on marvin’s thigh, in “what more can i say?” marvin holds whizzer securely and runs a hand down his spine, etc, etc.
and now we see marvin, desperate to hold onto whizzer’s hand for as long as he can, scrambling to keep a grip on his lover. however, whizzer has to be escorted offstage, and the candle is blown out, and the world shrinks. when whizzer returns to reminisce with marvin, there’s miles between them, and you can kinda see their fists clenched at their sides, like they have to keep themselves from reaching out. they’re still harmonizing and repeating each other’s sentences, their faces fond, their voices soft, ( what would i do / what would i do & one hour more / one hour more ).
but then both whizzer’s voice and his very person fade, and we’re all just waiting for them to share the briefest touch, but whizzer has to leave before their song is allowed to end and the solo that became a powerful duet flickers and ends despondently. it’s unfair, and it’s unsatisfying, and it’s much like the ending of their story and the countless others needlessly ended during this time.