Les Mis and brain trash

listen. in the original concept album version of "one night in bangkok," freddie is not participating in the nightlife. he is actively looking down on it. the entire song is him listing everything bangkok has to offer from his bigoted tourist point of view (the bars, the massage parlors, the "gods that could be she") and dismisses all of it. he's not interested. he finds it disgusting, or boring, or beneath him. the chess board is right there. that's all he cares about.

He's made up.

That's not necessarily the same thing as not REAL. But he, just like all her friends who show up in her room before her adventure as toys and figurines, exist in relation to her, in response to what she wanted and needed. She told the story and there he was, there he always had been. But she's a teenage girl who doesn't know what she wants yet, and Jareth kind of pays the price.

"but the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and had given her certain powers." He's an archetypal oxymoron. He's both the dastardly baby stealing villain and the royal love interest trying to relieve the heroine's suffering, Cinderella style. He's fucked either way by being both. She doesn't know if SHE wants to be the villain or the heroine until he shows up and then she decides on the heroine, so he has to sneer and menace and challenge but it's too late for him!! it's too late, The King Of The Goblins Had Fallen In Love With the Girl, he's Cinderella's prince too and he has to try, he gives her a poofy dress and takes her to fucking goblin prom, sweeps her around the room like a music box with perfect posture and room for Jesus.

But it doesn't work buddy, it can't work. You're just a story for a teen girl to grow up in, and as the villain you have to be defeated. He's so complex because his tropes contradict themselves, and he doesn't understand why he has to lose when he was only doing the job he was given. In his last scene he is pale as death with shadows under his eyes, backing away and begging for his happy ending with nonsense mishmash promises that belong to both halves of him.

FUCK HARD

FUCK FAST

FUCK BADLY

NEVER USE GENERATIVE AI

CREATE JOY

MUSIC ALWAYS

PSPSPSPS AT KITTIES ON THE STREET

YUMMY SOUP

go see the doctor about that thing

BE TRANSGENDER

KISS YOUR FRIENDS

EAT CHEESE

NEVER KILL YOURSELF

tell me an inside joke but give me no context

we'll start:

"is it midnight yet?"

"not yetttttt"

"what about now? is it midnight yet?"

"almosttttttt"

and this continues until it's midnight and there's a big

"HAPPY MIDNIGHT"

"YAYAYAYAYAYAY"

We will go back and forth with this.

When you're hanging out with us guys ^^

And we live in an actuAL NIGHTMAREEEE

Or one of us (us being me and my sister) will say "You should die- you should throwing a FUCKing beach party!" And the other will say "Why do you swear now??"

"Okay I'm gonna go to bed"

"Good night grandpa 😁"

"💀"

“Yes, you met me at a very portuguese time in my life”

(we’re all from europe and or americans)

OR

“Do you permit it?”

“yes. no homo though.”

(gunshot sounds or emojis)