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Yall if Gelphie were a het couple this would? Just? Be canon?
Like. Not βimpliedβ not βthere if you look for itβ
Glinda tells her sheβs beautiful.
They tell each other that they love each other.
They never kiss, yes, but Glinda kisses FIYERO, and THAT isnβt the canon ship.
I mean? The door scene??
All of Loathing??
No, actually, if either OR BOTH of them where men, then this is canon.
This is literally βsistersβ. Itβs βroommatesβ. Itβs only because theyβre lesbians that this ISNβT SEEN
Weβre not. Weβre not making shit up, right? Like this isnβt even fanon, itβs- itβs pointing out the obvious, BUT NO ONE THINKS ITS OBVIOUS, I feel like Iβm going crazy
THEY TELL EACH OTHER THAT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER?? IT IS ACTUALLY IN THE SCRIPT?? IT IS IN THE TEXT?? ITS RIGHT THERE??
NO ONE would defend loving each other platonically if either of these women were men. I am saying this as an aromatic who DESPERATELY wants more representation btw.
WHY does no one outside of fandom think these two are lesbians?? Itβs IN the stage musical of course (where else would they get it from) but is ACTUAL TEXT in the movie.
Why have we not grown up from believing that lesbians canβt possibly exist???? (Why have we not grown up from believing that poly people canβt possibly exist, but donβt get me STARTED on that.)
Summary: "You don't know the meaning of the word," Galinda says, crossing her arms. "You're never sick."
"Only because you have never paid attention."
Or: Elphaba has a problem at the most inconvnient time for Galinda. How horrendifying.
Rating: T.
AO3
βElphie.Β What are you doing?β
Elphaba groans and covers her head with her blanket.Β Itβs too thin to do much good, but itβs better than nothing, particularly when it comes to the way that the light through the window that Galinda refuses to curtain bounces off every single one of her dresses and jewelry and also now that incredibly stupid wand that Galinda carries around everywhere.
(The wand is not stupid.Β Wands can be an important focus for magical power.Β Like playing a clarinet or trumpet, only instead of taking a bunch of hot air and turning that into something more malleable, itβs doing it with magic.Β The fact that this has never worked for Elphabaβs magic doesnβt make that any less true.
β¦probably.)
βEl. phie.βΒ Galanda punctuates each syllable of her new, somewhat affectionate (she hopes?) nickname with a tap of her wand.Β Two taps.Β Directly on Elphabaβs forehead.Β βWake.Β Up.βΒ Two more.
Elphaba groans again.Β Somehow, this is worse than when Galinda didnβt like her.Β How did it make this worse?Β βGo. Away.β
βI will not!βΒ The slump of weight on the side of Elphabaβs bed, just next to her quite uncomfortable stomach, means that Galinda must be sitting next to her.Β Either that or a very large cat, and sheβs pretty sure they donβt have one of those.
(Unless Galinda summoned one in her attempt to do any magic whatsoever β possibly, in this case, a side-effect of trying to get her out of bed.Β How that could suddenly make a cat, she doesnβt know.Β Her own magic is unpredictable at best; why shouldnβt Galindaβs be the same?)
This time, when Galinda prods her arm, itβs with the tip of one fingernail.Β Which is sharp, to an extent, but feels so much like a tinier version of Dulcibear prodding her gently with the tip of one claw that itβs oddly comforting.Β βElphie.Β Get up.Β It will be absolutely horrendifying if I go to our first sorcery class together alone!Β Madame Morrible will throw me out!β
βThatβs an exaggeration,β Elphaba mumbles beneath her blanket.Β βShe wonβt have to throw you out if she slams the door in your face.β
The prodding becomes a light slap.
βFeel better?β
βNo.β
Galinda is pouting.Β Elphaba can tell by the tone of her voice.Β At least she hasnβtβ
Now the weight that was on the side of her mattress is now thrown all the way across her stomach.
Elphaba groans a third time.Β This time, not from pain.Β βGalinda Upland, I am not a fainting couch.β
βYou might as well be!β Galinda exclaims, her voice muffled.Β βYou wonβt even move that disgustible blanket to look at me!β
At least she isnβt fake sobbing.Β There is a limit to how ridiculous Galinda pretends to be in these moments.Β Sometimes.
βGalinda.βΒ Elphaba struggles to sit up, made all the harder by the dead weight across her stomach and the sheer nausea of attempting to move.Β She takes a deep breath.Β βI canβt go today.Β Tell Madame Morrible Iβm having another one of my episodes.Β Sheβll understand.β
The weight shifts.
The blanket is torn from her face, and Elphaba winces.Β She shuts her eyes tight against the blinding light β because even if the blanket wasnβt doing much, it was doing something, and the amount of sparkle that Galinda is wearing right now makes her head hurt so much moreβ
βWhat is wrong with you today?β
βGive that back!βΒ Elphaba rips the blanket out of Galindaβs hands β thin, fragile, easily breakable β and covers her head again.Β She takes another deep breath.Β βIβm sick.Β You understand sick, donβt you?β
βI donβt know the meaning of the word.β
βYou knew the meaning of the word when Doctor Dillamond wanted you to turn in a paper onββ
Galinda slaps her again, just as light as before, in a way that would be considered playful if she wasnβt so upset.Β βYou donβt know the meaning of the word, then,β she says, crossing her arms.Β βYouβre never sick.β
βOnly because you have never paid attention.β
It isnβt as though Elphaba ever missed one of the classes she shares with Galinda.Β Sheβs never had an episode on one of those days.Β Just sometimes after a particularly hard class with Madame Morrible β or just before one.Β She presses her fingertips into her aching head.Β It helps, but not much.Β βSometimes,β she says into the silence, βmy head feels like itβs on fire, and thereβs nothing I can do to stop it.β
βThen you only need something cold.βΒ Galinda pulls the blanket back down and places her hand on Elphabaβs forehead.Β βSee?Β That helps, doesnβt it?β
Elphaba blushes a deeper green.Β Her gaze drops.Β βItβ¦does.βΒ She closes her eyes and feels herself finally settle.
Then Galinda removes her hand, and everything resets.Β βPerfect.Β Now letβsββ
βWait.βΒ Elphaba reaches out, takes Galindaβs hand (with some slight, unhappy noise from her roommate), and presses it back to her forehead.Β βIt only works if you keep your hand here.β
This time, Galinda freezes, and Elphaba can almost convince herself she sees a soft pink blush creep along Galindaβs cheeks, same as the green across hers earlier.
But a clock tick later, Galinda rips her hand β and its comfort β away.Β βI canβt keep my hand on your head all day!β she exclaims.Β βI most certainly couldnβt call up a singularific ounce of magic like this, and Madame Morrible would laugh. at. me.β
As if that were the worst thing in the entire world.
(To Galinda, it might be.)
βIsnβt there anything else I can do that canββΒ Galinda stumbles on her words, realizing what sheβs started to say, and changes them, βor, I mean, that can be done to help?β
Elphaba closes her eyes.Β βTurn the lights off.Β Cover the window.βΒ Get rid of all your sparkly everything, she doesnβt say, as Galinda leaves her side.Β Thereβs a limit to what Galinda will do for her, she knows, and if the sources of light are gone, then the sparkling wonβt hurt as much β if at all.Β Thereβs a large, heavy thump as the softer sunlight from the window disappears, and Elphaba opens her eyes to see that Galinda has covered the window by standing on a chair and throwing one of Elphabaβs heavy, woolen black cloaks at it.Β She chuckles.
Galinda whirls to her.Β βWhatβs so funny?β
βNothing.β
Galindaβs eyes narrow into pinpricks as she examines Elphaba for any sign of weakness, then relax when she finds none.Β (Or, at least, none that she can exploit.)Β She hops down from the chair.Β βThat makes you better?β
βIt helps,β Elphaba says.Β Then she slumps back down on her bed and covers her head with her blanket again.Β βNow, I sleep.β
βButββ
βIf I donβt sleep, itβll get worse, and then we wonβt have class tomorrow, either.βΒ Elphaba stares at the wall ahead of her, masked by the thin blanket.Β βIf I sleep, then maybe tomorrowββ
βIs there anything else?β
Desperation.Β A hint of a whine.Β Pleading.Β And β there β the slight stamp of Galindaβs foot, the sound of her heel clicking on the floor.Β Elphaba can imagine her stance clearly, the hands still clenched the way a childβs might be, but held at her sides instead of in front of her, shoulders tense but not hunched, that same pink blush angrily darkening her cheeks, and the slightest fire of determination flickering within her dark brown eyes β a small spark lightening dead brush.
Galinda is at her most beautiful when she is like this.
(Elphaba will never tell her that.)
βOne thing.βΒ Elphaba rolls over on her mattress and pulls the blanket away just enough for her eyes to peek through.Β βWhen I was young, my nanny, Dulcibearβ¦.βΒ She winces at a sudden sharp spike of pain, but before she can press her fingers to her head, Galinda places her cool hand there instead.Β Her breath catches.
βGo on.β
Galindaβs voice is soft.Β Too soft.Β Gentle, and it always unnerves her when Galinda tries to be gentle.
Elphaba takes a deep breath and forces herself onward.Β βThere was a special honey she would put in my tea.Β It always made me feel better.Β She left some behind when my father sent her away, butβ¦.βΒ Her eyes narrow.Β βI used the last of it on the train ride here.β
I didnβt expect to stay.
βSent away?β Galinda echoes, voice taking on an annoyed tone.Β βIf she was helping you, then why ever would she beββ
βMy father didnβt want the stain of having a Bear on our staff.βΒ Elphabaβs tone grows harsh β harsher even than she intends β and she stops just short of snarling.Β Heβd never given her a clear reason, but the older sheβd gotten, the less and less Animals were on their staff.Β Dulcibear was the last, and thenβ
But Galinda passes over that entirely, focusing instead onβΒ βOf course!Β A Bear would know aboutββ
βGalinda.β
βYes, I know, thatβs speciesist, not all Bears know everything there is to know about honeyββ
βGalinda.β
ββbut Iβm sure I heard Shenshen talking about a Bear herbalist in townββ
βGalin--β
But it doesnβt matter.Β Galinda is already up, already at the door β and the sharp spike of pain from even that small glimpse of harsher light causes Elphaba to throw up one hand in defense and turn away.
βI know just what to do!Β As always.βΒ Galinda beams brighter than the sun.Β βDonβt worry, youβll be perfection just as soon as IββΒ She shuts the door behind her before she finishes the sentence.
The hum of her lingers in the ensuing silence.
Then Elphaba shakes her head, rolls over, and covers herself with her blanket again.
~
Galinda hustles through city streets, a thin piece of paper clutched tightly in one hand.
Well, to be quite fair, Galinda would not like anyone to say she was hustling.Β Or bustling.Β Or any of those other sorts of words that suggest that sheβs hurrying towards anything any less thanβ¦well, anything.Β She takes determined, measured, quick steps in her intended direction.Β She doesnβt rush.Β That sort of thing is for lesser people, and she isnβt β and has never been β a lesser person.Β Ever.
So it would be correct to say that Galinda walks in a quick but determined way through the city streets, occasionally stealing glances at the crude map Shenshen created for her.Β She had, of course, sidestepped why, exactly, she wanted to find a Bear herbalist, but she keeps thinking of the way Shenshenβs eyes went wide when she asked.
(βNo, itβs nothing to do with Fiyeroββ
βOh, you donβt have to say anything, Galinda dearest.Β I know just what you need.βΒ Shenshen reached into her clutch and pulled out a bottle of pills.Β βThese will take care of anyββ)
Galinda shudders.Β A horrible conversation, to be sure, but she had survived it.Β As if she would need someone elseβs help to findβ
Not the point.
The point is that Shenshenβs map is not nearly as helpful as Galinda wants it to be.Β Her eyes narrow as she stares at it again.Β βWhat is that even supposed to be?β she hisses, staring at a drawing that might be a house and might be a booth and might be a smudge and might be nothing at all.Β She turns the map around.Β βThis is absolutelyββ
But before she can say confusifying, the crowd bustling around her β actually bustling, unlike Galinda herself β parts just enough for the glimmer of a shop to peek through.Β Orβ¦not a glimmer, because that sounds like it shines, and this shop has no hint of a shine about it.Β If anything, itβs shrunken back within its set, the shingles broken, the roofβs arc sloped down so low that if there are any windows, theyβre impossible to see from this distance.
Looking at it, Galinda shudders again, but for an entirely different reason.Β Still, she presses forward β those quick, determined steps.Β As she opens the darkened door, a bell tings overhead, and something β or someone β shuffles in the background, followed by the slightest of growlings.Β She steps toward what looks like the front counter and waits until a large black Bear arrives.Β βHello,β she purrs, lips curling into what sheβs sure is an enchanting smile.Β She runs a finger along the desk.Β βI was just wondering if you couldββ
βWeβre out of the pills,β the Bear growls out.Β βShould be done in a few days.Β Iβm sure you can wait untilββ
βNo, no, no, thatβs not what Iββ Galinda huffs.Β βWhy does everyone thinkββΒ She shakes her head and holds out a hand, composes herself, and then settles back into what she knows is a beautifying smile.Β βIβm here for a friendββ
βOut of those, too.β
ββwho is suffering from some sort ofβ¦.βΒ Galindaβs eyes widen.Β Elphie hadnβt told her exactly what was going on, just that she was having an episode of some sort.Β One that hurt and made the light painful.Β She glances up at the Bear.Β βDo you know of any disease that makes light hurt?β
The Bear nods slowly.Β βWas the pain here,β he gestures to his forehead, βor here?βΒ This time, he gestures lower, possibly to his stomach.
Galinda points to her forehead.Β βHere, I think,β she says.Β βCold on her foreheadβ¦.βΒ Her voice trails off, and her gaze softens as she remembers the way Elphie flushed a deep green.Β βCold seemed to help.β
βMigraine,β the Bear says very matter-of-factly.Β He turns away from her and begins rummaging through the pots and potions on the shelf behind him.Β Eventually, he stops.Β βHere.βΒ When he turns back to her, he holds a large closed goblet containing a golden liquid inside.Β βHoney made by bees who took their pollen exclusively from poppies.Β Very rare.β
Galinda hums.Β βAnd very expensive, Iβm sure.β
βMore than those pills you didnβt want.βΒ The Bear sets the goblet down on the counter.Β βOne teaspoon, mixed into your friendβs tea.Β No more, no less.β
βAnd this will make her better?β Galinda asks, reaching out to take the goblet in both hands.
The Bear nods.Β βShe will sleep the sleep of the blissfully innocent, and when she wakes, the pain will be gone.β
βSleep?β Galindaβs eyes narrow, and she draws her hands back.Β βShe was just going to sleep.Β How does thisββ
βThe pain will be gone,β the Bear repeats, his dark eyes glowing golden.Β βA migraine such as your friend has can last days or longer without the proper help.Β Or have you not noticedββ
βOf course, of course, Iβve noticed,β Galinda lies, waving a hand dismissively.Β It isnβt that sheβs never noticed the days Elphie spends slumped over in her bed, groaning something unintelligible at her; itβs just that sheβs never cared.Β And why should she have?Β If Elphaba wanted to waste her time in bed instead of studying magic with the esteemed Madame Morribleβ
Maybe she should have been paying attention.
Galinda reaches under one of the swirling swathes of pink fabric about her waist, draws out a pink woven bag full of coin, and plops it on the counter next to the goblet.Β βIs this enough?β
~
Elphaba smells the tea before Galinda even opens the door.
Itβs the scent of a thousand and one brisk autumn days, the weather fighting between the frigid winter and the fiery summer causing explosions in her head; the reek of chortling classmates pelting her with mud, the screams as her magic reacts to their hatred, and the ensuing pounding of her overwhelmed brain; the soothing hum of Dulcibearβs voice, the gentle touch of her claw, and the honey-infused chamomile tea she always made on those worst of all days.Β She slowly pushes herself up with one hand, the blanket falling away from her face as Galinda gently pushes the door open.
βYou found it.β
Galinda hums in a way that sounds more like a laugh than anything.Β βOf course, I did,β she says.Β βWhen have I ever given you cause to doubt my intrinsic wonderfulness?β
Elphaba bites her tongue.
βWell?βΒ Galinda sets the teacup gently in Elphabaβs hands then sits on the mattress next to her again.
But Elphaba ignores this for the moment, instead taking the tea and drinking as much of it as she can in one gulp.Β It tastes the same as she remembers it β chamomile smooth on her tongue, sweet honey sharp against her back teeth.Β βYouβre perfect,β she rumbles out, leaning forward and pressing her forehead against the soft curve of Galindaβs neck.
Galinda freezes.Β Her mouth forms a perfect little o, but no sound escapes.Β Then her lips curve into a gentle smile.Β βYouβre right,β she murmurs.Β βI am perfect.β
Elphaba gives her a light shove.
βI was kidding!β
Elphaba isnβt sure that she is, but she doesnβt have the strength in her to fight.Β βThank you,β she says, settling back against her headrest.Β βFor the tea.β
βYouβre welcome.βΒ Galinda brushes the back of her cool hand against Elphabaβs forehead.Β βAnd tomorrow, we can have our first realββΒ She cuts herself off, eyes going wide.Β βMadame Morrible,β she whispers.
βYou didnβt tell her.β
βShiz.βΒ Galinda jumps from the bed and without another word hurries from the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
Elphaba chuckles, takes another large gulp of her tea, and considers.Β Then she smiles.
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"glinda just believes that elphaba could be melted?"
worse than that imo. glinda thinks elphaba died there because elphaba chose to die there.
essentially, she believes elphaba was melted because she allowed herself to be to make it believable. essentially, glinda lives the rest of her life thinking that her best friend/the love of her life let herself be killed so that glinda could do good.
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Feeling a lot of feelings about how Hadestown doesn't present the story as "Orpheus turned around and everything fell apart and there was nothing anyone could do to fix it" and instead presents a story that says "he turned around, he doubted, he failed, but if we keep telling his story maybe one day Orpheus won't" and it's not just about Orpheus as a single character, it's a bout every Orpheus, everyone who runs up against a system they can't change and fails and everyone who sees that failure and gets back up and says "maybe I can change it now" and tries again. That Orpheus failed isn't the takeaway of the story. The takeaway is that one day he might succeed.
tbh I can't stop thinking about how i went into Hadestown being like "this is a tragic love story based on a greek myth I enjoy :)" and I came out the other side covered in blood being like "this is a thesis about how capitalism inevitably leads to both personal and global ruin, and so we are duty bound to resist it even as we lose, again and again and again. no matter how impossible it feels or how many times we fail and hit a wall and fall, we try again"
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
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the eah fandom talks a lot about the fact that all of briars friends will be dead when she wakes up but what we donβt talk about enough is that her BROTHERS will be dead. her eight little brothers that she spent most of her life raising and taking care of due to her moms illness. like those are her BABIES and sheβs going to wake up and every last one of them will be dead. she will never get to watch them grow up.