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Now I want to say I managed to avoid nearly ALL spoilers for this movie. I purposefully did not watch the trailer and avoided all For Good content because i wanted to know as little as possible going in, and let me tell you

IT WAS WORTH IT

And okay, yes, it wasnt as good as part 1. But thats usually how that goes? Both like, with human opinion and when people actually write these things. So just like dont bring that up

Now! The songs! Omg!

I lovedddd themmmm. Especially one of the new songs Girl in the Bubble. I know some people loved it, others found it meh. I myself found it great! It works well with Galinda's character.

Basically i loved it, cynthia and Ariana did a great job along with everyone else. It was super gay. Like, the door scene??? The "I love you"s???? Hello???

I find joy in those books sitting pretty on shelves of course, bright, unmarred by hands, gently held as pages are softly turned. I find their colours bright, unfaded, a new trasure waiting to be discovered and rediscovered. But there is something about an old book, one passed through many hands, worn around the edges, pages curled and yellowed, smudges from fingers on paper, there is something about that, that I adore more.

Yes, there are books I handle carefully, books who's pages I dont dare fold, no dog-ears in sight. There are books who dont get carelessly thrown into my bag while getting off the bus. There are books that I carry in my hands to avoid damage. But, more often than not, my books find their way into my bag, carted around not carelessly, but with love and comfort, the way they fade and are handled a little more roughly showing the time I take to read them, or the many times they have been re-read, in bed, on the bus, between classes, in fields.

There is a certian charm in looking for these books in stores, in op-shops, in second hand stores. In finding the books filled with little notes, or with patchy covers and yellowed paper and curled corners. There is a warmth in finding the books that have clearly been loved and passed around over and over and over so many times before.

My copy of Wicked, newer as it may be, has scuffed edged, bent pages, marked paper, spine well and truly creased, filled with dog-eared pages of my favorite passages, or even of things i found amusing. It is thrown around, carted in my backpack to and from work each day, onto the train and the bus, into the library when I have time between appointments. It is not that I am careless with it, moreso that the love I have for it, and for reading and the joy that it brings me shows in the wear and tear upon the pages and cover.

Sure, some things you'll inevitably regret. But dont let other people be the reason you end up regretting on taking chances.

Im young, in University, doing digital media. Ive got no fucking clue what ill do once i graduate this year. I picked a creative degree, and that means that it may make getting a job hard. It already has.

Do I regret it? No, i dont

I got a girlfriend recently, too. Shes a few months older than me, and graduated with a degree in medical imaging and has a job. I only get to see her some weekends. She has a five yeat plan, wants to buy an apartment.

Me? I plan on going to Canada for six months next year. We have very different plans for the future.

Sure, we could have talked and decided a relationship would be too hard. That when the time comes for me to head overseas, it wouldnt work.

But we both decided we wanted to try. I know I'd regret it if we didnt even try. And so far, its fucking amazing.

I dont want to live with regrets, and I dont want other people in my life being the reason i may have those. So im going to travel. Maybe one day, if it works out, she'll travel with me. And if it doesnt? I know i wont regret it, because even if the timw wr have together isnt forever, its still good.

Of course theres nothing wrong whth deciding, as mature people, to stay just friends, lots of people do just that. But i want to try. Ive been shown through ups and downs that sure, maybe it wont work out. But i will be fucking damned if I dont at least try.

So if i gave advice to my younger self? Itd be take more risks and dont be so nervous. Id tell her that she went to fucking Mongolia with other students from her Uni. That she made heaps of friends. That she moved out, and while there were times she almost had to move home, she stuck to it. While the first year was hard as fuck, and so was the start of the second, she made the most of it.

Like yes, it makes doing an assignment i dont want to do even more difficult. But it affects the things I want to do as well!

I have been meaning to draw for days. I want to do it! Badly! I have ideas! But I cannot get myself to do it.

I want to do some scrapbooking! But cant find it in myself to even get out my supplies. I want to. But i cant.

This is purely because im 1. Bored and 2. Still having Gelphie brainrot. So! Lyrics to "im not that girl" but if Elphaba was singing about wanting Glinda instead of Fiyero. Ik im probably not the first person to post this, but i- dont care XD it also isnt that different but I know people out there will appreciate this like i will cause- gay XD

"I'm not that boy"

"Hands touch, eyes meet

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

She could be that girl

But I'm not that boy:

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy

She could be that girl

I'm not that boy

Ev'ry so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb

He who's handsome, hands on her

Chestnut hair with a gentle wave

That's the boy she chose

And Heaven knows

I'm not that boy:

Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

There's a boy I know

She loves him so

Galinda: what do you MEAN you dont have to brush it every day

Elphaba: if i braid it, i dont have to touch it for *insert amount of days*

Galinda: That is Not Fair OMG

You also can't tell me Galinda would just- leave it be. She ADORES researching about Elphie's hair type and ways to style it, and how to take care of it. Cause Elphie brushes her hair, but Galinda wants to be able to do the same for her.

And Elphaba is almost brought to tears when Galinda starts talking about what she learned because NO ONE has ever taken the time to learn about something like that for her and for her sake before.

Galinda panicking thinking she did something wrong and Elphaba having to explain she's not sad, she's actually just so so overwhelmed with emotion at how much Galinda cares about her.

And so Galinda makes it a habit to help Elphie with her hair, and absolutely ADORES playing with and styling Elphie's hair.

Elphaba likes to sigh and make a huff but actually adores it, and is so in love with the lengths Galinda goes to to learn about and include Elphie in ways no one ever has before.

Like, Imagine Glinda, whos parents are in denial and say she just needs to *try harder*, struggling to keep up with classwork, and all her essays are full of incorrect spelling, and Elphaba, who realises this and begins to read aloud just so Glinda can follow along and keep up with schoolwork.

Glinda, who, as many others have headcanoned, only just passing, but shes FUCKING BRILLIANT at things like potions that are hands on/practical.

Glinda, who CANNOT seem to just sit still and in silence. Its quiet in their dorm? No, Glinda is singing or humming. She changes how shes sitting 500 times a minute, taps her nails against the desk, doodles or draws when trying to read. Like gimme gimme adhd dyslexic glinda.

I just- am so here for it, as someone who loves that headcanon i will be using that in the future. Thankyall to the peeps whove been using said headcanon in their fics, i fuckin LOVE it