To The People In The Wicked Fandom Who Dont Ship Gelphie (apparently Yall Exist?), Did We Watch The Same

To the people in the wicked fandom who don’t ship Gelphie (apparently y’all exist?), did we watch the same musical/read the same book? Or did you see some warped straight version I have yet to see? Because Wicked in both book and musical context is explicitly and/or sub-contextualy gay as heck.

(Generally, I mean no hate to y’all I’m just very curious)

You know what’s wonderful? I could get myself a therapist, but oh no that’s not fun. I instead manifest all my emotions into two little gay witches and sob into my pillows about them because they didn’t get their happy ending. The best part of all is that I am content with this fate. What better way to deal with mental illness than write fan fiction about your favorite lesbian witches crying about their not so happy ending or breaking canon and getting a good ending? I am doing very well thanks for asking. 🥲

So anyone else dealing with mental illness? We can cry about Gelphie together if you’d like!

Elphaba: [Is being arrested]

Glinda: Wow. Sweet Laurine, Elphaba you’ll do anything these days.

Gale force officer: Kid, your friend-

Elphaba: She’s my girlfriend you intolerant asshole

Fyerio in the distance: HOMOPHOBE!

Gale force officer: I’m not- whatever, your girlfriend just landed 4 grown men in the hospital

Glinda: And . . . She looked gorgeous doing it.

Elphaba: They deserved it. One of them told me to put my book down and “de-demonify myself” whatever that means.

Glinda: You tell them babe.

Gale force officer: . . . You know what? I can’t with- whatever this is. She’s free to go and officially, your problem.

Glinda: Yay!

Elphaba: [pauses finishing her escape, handing the officer the broken handcuffs] Have a bad night officer. Go do some useful stuff.

Gale force officer: I hate you

Elphaba: I’m glad

Glinda: Hurry up honey, I need my cuddle buddy.

Elphaba: Coming my sweet!

Elphaba: My future partner must be mentally stable unlike me, intelligent, and capable of starting a revolution-

[Glinda while walking by Elphaba, trips and falls with a tray of cupcakes in her hands and proceeds to have a panic attack over it on the ground]

Elphaba pointing at Glinda: Her. I want her.

Glinda: Elphaba. When I die, you die with me.

Glinda: None of this ‘she’d want you to be happy and move on’. No I wouldn’t, I’m not going through hell without you, get it in the casket.

Elphaba: . . .

Elphaba: Glinda. Do you know me? If anyone’s going to die first, it’s me.

Glinda: Elphaba Thropp. Do you know me? If you die, I’m going to drag you up all the way up back from hell.

After Glinda meets Frexspar (Elphaba’s dad):

Glinda a bit shocked: I don’t think your dad approved of me..

Elphaba: Don’t worry about that. He doesn’t approve of me either.