So we’ve all heard of the “I Want Song” genre in musicals.
But what about the “Let’s talk about the bitch behind their back like they’re not in the room” song, or “singing s*** behing a bitche’s back”. There’s a surprising amount of them.
“Belle” from Beauty and the Beast
“Scrooge” from Muppet Christmas Carol
“Maria” from The Sound of Music
“Look at Me I’m Sandra Dee” from Grease
“You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” from How The Grinch Stole Christmas
“Jackass In a Can” from Galavant
“Phony King of England” from Robin Hood
“Stepsister’s Lament” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella
“Non-Stop” from Hamilton
And, of course, the man, the myth, the legend…
“We Don’t Talk About Bruno” from Encanto
You can learn a lot about a character and story from what they sing versus what other people sing about them.
DO YOU EVER WONDER WHAT PEOPLE SING ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
this post was up for like five minutes and already im being told how wrong i am
fuck you, you can kiss my 30 year old ass
You know what? I needed to read this today
This attitude is exactly why they don’t want you to be thirty, they want you to act 20 and malleable forever
leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this
Sometimes something fucked up happens to the guy and their melody gets fucked up too. Sometimes the thing that fucked them up also has its own melody and when the first melody gets fucked up the second melody gets mixed in
Well, here we are. If I remember correctly exactly one year after I made this sideblog. And now the two powerhouses who have swept the entire tournament are facing off against each other!!
The undefeated champs, the unstoppable forces of nature that are both in a style I’m not at all used to drawing, are you guys ready?
Y’all DO know that Krtek assisted for a whole@ss rabbit birth??! He made his own trousers too, and convinced the burgeois city-leadership to replant a forest??!
You are allowed to exist alone in public btw. You’re allowed to go to the movies alone and go out to eat alone and hang out in a park alone and go for a walk alone and whatever else. It isn’t weird or creepy, it doesn’t make you lonely or a loser or whatever. You are allowed to just exist as yourself.
Tfw you tried to end the time loop like 50 times and tell your mom there’s no way out and she says “if I go in there and find the exit to that time loop you’re grounded for a week 🙄”
Nothing disrupts my suspension of disbelief as fast as reading about a tailor/quilter/person who sews who uses their fabric scissor for anything that is not fabric/thread!
As someone who buys a shit tonne of vintage and retro items all the time I need to tell you about the “shart zone” and “prime nuclear cockroach material”
when buying used items i will do anything in my power to avoid the shart zone, which is in the range of 5-10 years old, this is a short enough amount of time for especially electronic items to have not found a way to fall apart horribly but have become out dated enough to have no support and likely will not retain any value. I do however LOVE the nuclear cockroach material zone which is anything 20+ years old. If it still works after 20 years it is going to work forever. A great example of this is my pc which exists in the shart zone and has to be revved up to turn on lawnmower style, but my N64 works fine.
The same goes for clothes, I wear the same 40+ year old knitted jumper EVERY DAY and it only has two small holes in it. It’s less that they don’t make them how they used to and more survivor bias. You don’t see all of the retro items that fell apart within a year because they got thrown away. You only see the nuclear cockroach material that will still be here at the heat death of the universe.
Evangelical Atheists, playing checkers: I don’t believe in God!
Rabbi Sherwin Wine, barely looking up from his 3D Chess: That statement is meaningless because “God” is a trivial term that lacks any coherent definition.
People ask me how I can only have like five or six drafts before I call it done with my short stories. These concerns often come from my friends who have dozens of drafts and never feel like they’re done with anything.
I tell all these people the same thing. Once you get to the point where your readers are nitpicking about small things and you are stressing over individual words in your editing process, you’re done. The second you find yourself agonizing over commas your piece probably isn’t going to get substantially better from there. You’re done. Pack it up. Start submitting it places. Congrats, you made a thing.
“But what if I could make it better?”
Clearly you’re not. You’re looking at a computer monitor through a microscope, my friend. You can’t play the fun free flash games for kids when you’re only looking at one pixel at a time.
