Thunderclan's Funny Found Family Of Four

Wicked is a story about everyone being doomed because two gay people thought they were straight.

Thinking about how Glinda never really hated that hat. She actually really loved it. It was dear to her. Her granny made it for her and probably played pretend with her, making Glinda’s dreams of becoming a sorceress come true. Glinda was just embarrassed when Pfannee and Shen Shen found it, so she pretended to hate it.

Maybe when she said she didn’t hate anyone that much to give it away, she really meant she didn’t love anyone that much— she didn’t trust anyone to understand how she could love a hat so hideous.

Maybe she knew Elphaba would understand. Maybe she knew Elphaba would take care of it.

And maybe Elphaba proved her right. And now, Glinda gets to admire as the most fearless person she has ever met cherishes her hat as dearly as she did.

just because elphaba is gay doesn't mean she's a friend of dorothy. in fact,

"galinda is gay for elphaba" i say into the mic. the munchkins boo. i begin to walk off in shame as a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. "she's right" they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there she stands. its ariana grande.

no cause like- i had this headcanon buried in one of my gelphie asks:

when she was a kid, glinda's biggest fear was that she wouldn't be remembered. the last thing elphie does before leaving oz is cast a spell to make herself forget

BUT

imagine if, instead, it was glinda who forgot. glinda whose mind had been wiped by magic. glinda whose only knowledge of the wicked witch was of the stories told by morrible and the wizard. the propaganda. the lies.

imagine glinda, a true servant of the wizard who believes she is doing the right thing by helping hunt down the wicked witch. a glinda shaped and twisted and warped by morrible. a glinda who wouldn't hesitate to make the witch fall.

that glinda. facing off against an aching, bruise-hearted elphie who still dreams of shiz every night and wakes every morning wishing she had glinda in her arms. an elphie who misses glinda more than anything. an elphie who cannot, will not, fight her.

"you're my friend," elphaba says firmly. urgently. desperately. "my best friend."

the girl across from her just scowls, her pretty features twisted with hate. "and you're nothing more than a wicked witch."

it should be against the law for streaming services to use shows they canceled to advertise. stop parading her dead body around you bitch you literally killed her

"Where is Elphaba now? 🌸💚

lolol big angst piece in a way- this whole thing is inspired by a question Cynthia was asked during a interview- so in a way it's a big fat reference lol

Her intrusive thought won

part 2: ✨ loathing residue ✨

um ok pam