“Wicked is structured like a queer 1950s Rodgers and Hammerstein musical. It follows many narratological and musical conventions of the “golden age musical” but places two women as the central couple. Like the heterosexual couples of mid-twentieth-century musicals, Glinda and Elphaba begin as enemies and competitors, as opposites in voice and temperament. Constructed as a butch- femme couple, they eventually merge vocally through the show’s numerous duets. By the end, they express their love for one another and promise eternal commitment in “For Good,” as they sing, “Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.” In this duet, they cross voice parts: Glinda sings alto, Elphaba sings soprano, and they finish the song together on middle C. Wicked’s very project is double divadom.”—RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOUR MIND IS BLOWN A LITTLE BIT (via fromprydonwithlove)
Tumblr’s Romeo and Juliet hate-fest needs to stop.
Do a lot of people misinterpret R&J? Probably.
But the core of R&J’s conflicts lies not in horny teenagers. Their love does not cause the deaths in the play.
Lack of communication between generations does. The actions of their parents do. Mindless cycles of violence that they’re forced to perpetuate do. The fact that they kill themselves is horrific. Not because they just need to get a grip, but because their families make it clear that they hate the person they love, for no other reason than ingrained perceptions of who they are and where they come from.
Sound like anything we still have happening today?
Root for Romeo and Juliet. Want them to love each because they’ve found passion in a world that is constructed mostly of hate. Realize that the show is not about how stupid they are, but how the society they live in sucks.
That play still has a shit ton of relevance if people would stop dismissing it.
“I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.”—(trm) Desire (via paragraphsofaprosaist)
You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:
“You make me really happy.”
And you will agree he does, too.
”—Carrie Laski, Things To Say Besides I Love You (via abigaillx)
So today my Voice and Speech professor gave us pretty solid advice about both performing and life in general. He even wrote it on the board: "step in shit." If you go through life carefully looking at the ground to make sure you don’t step in anything, you’re safe, but you’re missing out on SO MANY THINGS that are out there to experience and experiment with. So who cares? Keep your eyes up and if you step in shit, wash it off and keep going. Take chances in both your life and your craft, experience, live!
Surprisingly dog shit was an inspiration today, welcome to theatre school.