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Sometimes I wonder how my coworkers know I’m queer when I don’t talk and then I catch myself standing around with my limp wrists at my waist like a little yassosaurus rex

babygirlify a man today by tucking loose hair behind his ear

I need more photos like this please

if you have some please send them to me or add them to this

Every time I see bumper stickers like this it makes me froth at the mouth.

Yeah my mother was also really fucking abusive and quite frankly I think the middle child who was miscarried got the better deal compared to me and my sister.

Also how PRESUMPTUOUS to assume just because a person is here that their birth was completely consensual...

he tried to cancel him over THAT? imagine having the audacity. thanks for explaining❤️

what if we all started canceling people like gerard canonico

kicking my legs and twirling my hair like a schoolgirl w a crush when my fav mutual reblogs my posts

“kids these days are always on their phones, kids these days never go outside” ok how about kids these days have less freedom of movement & access to public spaces than any previous generation, forcing them indoors, forcing them to rely on electronics, when many would prefer to be outdoors hanging out with friends

can someone give me some context on the andrew rannells thing? i’m too tired to look it up myself

what if we all started canceling people like gerard canonico

so a friend recently asked me about my understanding of the masked man in spring awakening (i was super flattered that she thought i would have any authority to answer!) and i wrote out a sizable answer that actually has quite a bit to do with his relationship with moritz, so i figured i would share it here too, and contribute to literary discourse on the text! i’d love to hear other peoples’ thoughts on/interpretation of the subject, so please feel free to reblog/comment!

here we go!

so spring awakening is an early german expressionist work, meaning that the artist is trying to protect an emotional reality into a physical expression. german expressionism was frequently characterized by nightmarish images (like moritz without a head), episodic or self-contained scenes (apparent in the play’s structure on the whole) and all those big, beautiful monologues about feelings with a dash of surrealism. the masked man is another really noticeable feature of the expressionist style. he comes in when wedekind has finally completely broken with reality by showing an undead moritz, telling us that by this point we’re working almost entirely in abstracts of characters. i.e. melchi is still melchi but he really is just a lost child on the verge of hopelessness; moritz is still moritz, but really a manifestation of the impulse to surrender to death. the masked man, then, is really only an abstract, too. what exactly he represents has been debated, but some scholars claim that he’s moritz’s foil: life. he’s confusing and aloof but he promises food and a future to melchior.

there’s also a remark from wedekind himself that helps illuminate the masked man. he is cited as saying that he couldn’t imagine writing a tragedy for children like SA without giving some hope for their lives as adults. he felt it was necessary to show someone actively making the choice to live and to grow into an adult as melchior chooses to do. (in the same way that the musical gives us “song of purple summer” to imply the transition to adulthood, melchior accepting the masked man’s offer is a transition to adulthood). in this comparison, moritz as a foil becomes childhood, being left behind. this is possibly validated by melchior’s remark that “when at last I am an old man with gray hair, then, perhaps, you will again stand closer to me than all those living about me.” this seems to be a reference to the popular impression of old age as a “second childishness” so to speak. melchior means that his old age will make him closer to childhood than he’ll be to adulthood, and in this way moritz, his childhood friend, will be near to him again too.

the masked man is also possibly a meta-narrative device. the role was originated by wedekind himself, and as a deus ex machina of sorts he functions mainly to enact the will of the author in a story that seems to have gotten “out of hand.” it’s as if the masked man’s appearance implies that the characters have taken a course of their own not intended for the play, and the author himself comes to set all right. this is nodded to in a rather cheeky exchange:

MELCHIOR: You are—-my father? THE MASKED MAN: Wouldn’t you know your father by his voice? MELCHIOR: No.

here wedekind is playing on the idea of the author as a creator, as a father. this strange little exchange seems to validate the belief that the masked man is wedekind himself, inserting his presence into the show, not so unlikely in this expressionist medium.

all these understandings seem to be evidenced by the text. any thoughts? contrary arguments? additional theories? i would love to hear them!

what we should be wearing: a horrific mashup of victorian gothic and 80s clothes

‘Lesbians’ From Nextdoor

Anon said:  hernst au where they’re really just charlotte and cordelia from falsettos. ernst is cordelia and tries too hard, meanwhile hanschen is charlotte and in a constant state of “what the fuck”. melchior is marvin and moritz is whizzer. ilse is mendel.

Boi, here we go. Feat. Ernst being a bit of airhead and Hanschen is just ???????

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“Hello, dear!”Ernst’s voice called as soon as Hanschen closed the front door. His greeting came from down the hall, which just so happened to also be where smoke was pouring out from. “How was work?!”

Throwing his bag onto the couch and loosening his tie, Hanschen made his way to the kitchen. The fan was on and the window was open but the smoke coming from the open over still filled the room. And Ernst stood in the middle of it, desperately fanning it out the window with what looked like their bathroom mat. “It was Uh…fine…how are you holding up, Ernie?”

The brunette stopped flailing his arms, cheeks pink from exhaustion and embarrassment. He turned to fully face Hanschen, hands on his hips and pink apron still on.  “How does it look like it’s holding up?” he sighed before tossing the mat to the floor. “Last time I go shower with cookies in the oven, I guess.”

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Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night

Anon said: “hernst au with this prompt maybe? ‘I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU'”

 I luv this SO  M U CH partly bc i AM Hanschen in this fic from time 2 time. I hope you enjoy me theatre geekin out for a while.

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(also: song in this fic. what a classical B O P)

“Ex-fuckin-cuse me, Romeo!” Ernst hissed the second they had left the wings. He stalked after the tall blond boy wearing a velvety blue jacket that clung to his body. He had been laughing and talking the second he had stepped off stage. And Ernst was on his tail, completely fuming, until they had come to the dressing room. “Those curtains aren’t made of stone, asshat. The whole crowd can hear you!”

“What?!” The turned to look at Ernst, in his blacks with a tech sheet crumpled in his fist. The boy playing Benvolio, a tall, slim boy with a perfect pillow of brunette hair, turned around. His cheeks were pale and his eyes were desperate, as if he had been telling his fellow actor this for quite some time.

The blond boy chuckled, and Ernst was sure that if he thought, he would remember the name of the actor. But right now, as he stripped off his intricate, laced up jacket and kicked off his shoes, Ernst was full of rage. “The second you got off fucking stage, you started screaming like a fucking banshee. “

The boy looked up, big cloudy blue eyes meeting Ernst’s. He looked almost shocked at the fact that someone had spoken to him in this way. Like no one had before. “What do you mean?”

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Summer Camp

Anon said:  Au where the whole gang are camp counselors at a sleepaway camp and hanschen and ernst are trying desperately to make sure none of their campers find out about their relationship. Thanks! 

The beginning is kinda slow because (shrug emoji) BBBBBUUUUUUTTTTTT i really like this and i hope you do too

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“Hey!” Hanschen shouted as he left the counselor cabin and bounded towards where Ernst and Martha stood in front of the dining hall. The two, in their khaki shorts and blue polo shirts, turned to look at Hanschen, who was charging at them. He stumbled past a kid carrying a bag full of rocks and over to the two other teens. “Hey, where are you two going today?”

‘We’re taking Cedar and Willow kayaking,’ Martha signed with a shrug, ‘Where are you assigned?’

“Going with Ilse to take Pine and Cactus to the basketball court,” He said and signed simultaneously. “That’s an all day thing, right? You’re gonna be back by the fire right?”

‘Of course,’ Ernst signed with a scoff.  ‘Why do you ask?’

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McDonald's Paradox

Anon said:  hernst on a roadtrip!!! or everyone on a roadtrip!! but its up to u luv u and ur writing thank u <3

IDK if this counts as roadtrip. but i like it and hope you do to!!!! Feat. real life experiences instead it was 30 minutes from my house.

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There are quite a few places where times don’t seem to exist between the hours of ten pm and six am. Walmart, 7/11, a subway car, a park in the suburbs, and McDonalds. That was where Ernst now stood, in line a bit past midnight at a twenty-four hour McDonalds.

It was almost empty besides a couple employers, what he assumed was a crack head in the corner, and Hanschen leaning against him. It was eerily quiet, with the pale fluorescent light bouncing off of their skin, the sticky laminated table tops, and casting the odd glow out into the parking lot outside. Where his old station wagon was parked with Melchior, Moritz, and Ilse still sleeping inside, all on a mattress they had set up in the spacious trunk.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me,” Ernst hissed, shaking his boyfriend off of his shoulder. “You woke me up just to drive you and a bunch of sleeping college students here for some goddamn chicken nuggets. You’re not sleeping on me before we even get the order.”

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Tech Booth Blues (and Reds)

Anon said: So I have this headcanon for a modern Spring Awakening AU. So Moritz does lights and takes it seriously and Melchi does sound but only actually does it to hang with Moritz in the booth. 

so i sorta wrote this as an exercise in writing freeform without knowing what the next plot point is. And that’s fairly obvious. Also VERY Self indulgent. 

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“Hey, can I have thirteen and seven up?” Moritz’s voice called from the other side of the auditorium. When he looked down and saw the stage still only lit in the golden upstage lights. “Gabor!” He yelled out, a bit louder. Still no change. “Melchior, if you don’t put up seven and thirteen on this very second I will climb down this ladder and shove these filters up your-”

The light beside his head suddenly turned on, casting a dark red light center stage. The heat immediately bombarded the side of Moritz’s face and made it feel like his mass of hair was being singed off. But hell, at least Melchior was listening for once.

“Thank you!” He called over his shoulder and began his descent back to the floor.  After the first few months of these treacherous climbs, he finally got a hang of the whole ‘controlling your limbs’ concept. This was, of course, after a handful of times his fall was broken by a handful of seats.  When he got to the ground, he slumped back to the tech booth, where he saw Melchior leaning  against the back wall with his head tilted back.

He was on the back two legs of his stool, eyes closed and his chest steadily moving up and down.

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Association to Get Georg Zirschnitz his First Kiss (and Help Out Melchior Along the Way)

if you’re taking requests (((I always am btw))) well i found these two prompts for melchior and moritz (modern au): I suggested we play spin the bottle so i could kiss you, but now everyone else is kissing you except me - or - I meant to grab the popcorn, not your crotch, sorry

C u T E F I C. I wrote a fic like this for another fandom i was in a while ago but that never saw the light of day so here we go! Based off of my first shitty house party

Warning: Alcohol, smoking

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The “Association to Get Georg Zirschnitz his First Kiss” began at the beginning of the year, when he got into Melitta’s car after the big homecoming game and refused to even make eye contact the whole way home.

It wasn’t that there was any lack of trying. Georg wanted that kiss more than he wanted most basic human needs. It was the lack of any skill when it came to getting that kiss.

And thus,  the Association to Get Georg Zirschnitz his First Kiss, or the A.G.G.Z.H.F.K., was formed. And with the glorious co-leadership of Melchior and Hanschen, they were still unsuccessful in their original mission seven months later.

With summer coming up, the group could practically taste senior year.  And taste the bitter bitter flavor of panic.

“Don’t you worry, cohort,” Hanschen assured the group chat that was similar to their other group chat except without Georg. “Wendla’s sister is having a party this weekend. It will happen then. Our boy’s getting his kiss before senior year.”

That weekend came, of course, and Georg still had no clue what the A.G.G.Z.H.F.K.’s plan was. But neither did the A.G.G.Z.H.F.K.

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Returning Lost Notebooks

Anon said:  for the melchritz prompt thing. maybe a wrong number au or accidental meetings

IDK if this counts as “Accidental meeting” But DAMN i luv this AU and for some reason i haven’t seen it done before??????

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No one ever really returned lost notebooks, did they? People always wrote their name and email and address on their notebook, but Moritz had never witnessed or heard of anyone actually lose their notebook and then get an email or text saying: ‘Hey, I found your book. When can you pick it up?’

That was until Moritz found a dark blue leather bound notebook sitting on the edge of a fountain in the park. It was just beginning to drizzle rain when he was shuffling through to meet Ilse at a cafe and catch up over lunch. And that’s when he spotted the notebook on the edge of the stone mountain, spewing water out of a cherub’s mouth.

It was already damp, but the pages weren’t destroyed yet and he felt the need to save it before it became a mess of runny ink and ruined pages. He grabbed it quickly, flipping through the pages to see that there slightly smudged pen-writing on most of the pages. He didn’t want to go through it, so he simply skipped to the front to see the same smudged writing on the inside cover.

‘M. Gabor, 3548 Edington Alley APT 2’

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I’m So Sorry

Anon said:   tbh,,, melchior finding moritz’s body

Oh boy, my first fic written in a long time and it’s this emo monsterosity. lmao, i cried while writing this

Warning: Blood, Suicide, Gore, Guns

1705 words

He couldn’t think of another place on earth where Moritz could be. He promised Moritz last night that after he walked Wendla home, he would find him and they’d just sit together and talk like they used to do.

Frau Stiefel was blunt and angry when he arrived at their house, asking for Moritz. She said that he was gone, left just about an hour before sundown. She also said that Moritz had gotten is a fight with his father before he left.

“Were you aware that he was kicked out of school, Melchior?” She asked in a wicked tone. Melchior was suddenly very aware to why Moritz always elected to stay at the Gabor’s house instead of his own.

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Why Poets Dreamt

Melchritz Soulmate AU as a sort of part 2 to this fic

Study hall was always the worst part of Moritz’s day. He had it his final class of the day so he spent most of it counting the clock, fighting the oncoming waves of anxiety that the bus ride would be afterwards. Besides that, there was the pure fact that doing the work in study hall was hell. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t do multiplication without using his fingers. Or that he had to sing the dumb songs from elementary school to remember what vowels were. Or that he needed to be able to use the limericks he learned to remember the water cycle. It was embarrassing enough that he was doing work for sophomore classes as a junior. He didn’t need people staring at him as he did it.

Moritz found his safe place in the form of the back corner table in the library during his eighth period study hall.

He was alone in this corner, the entire table filled with books and papers for classes he was desperately trying to catch up in. And most of the time, the library was empty during that period. Sometimes a couple freshman at the computer or a random senior hanging out around the books. But no one to ever judge him for counting on his fingers or taking sophomore English because he failed last year.

That was until Melchi Gabor came along.

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there’s got to be at least one trans woman named eve out there whose deadname is adam. and she’s the funniest person to ever grace this earth with her presence.

i got like 10mins into newsies (1992) and i was already searching up whether it had gay undertones or it was just in my head 🚶🏽‍♀️

Ilse before Act 2: boy howdy hey, I sure wonder what my good friends Moritz and Wendla are up to,, haven't seen them in a while,

here’s mine

yeah <3

i was thinking about this and had to find my copy of the book to make sure i wasn’t making it up

she really kept the g*n as a souvenir