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hello lgbt community *hands u my electra design*

Love train 🚂💖💖💖! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love! 😊

Choo-choo-choo! Here comes the Fantasy Train and here goes my I LOVE YOU to all my best friends and blogs I love so much! 🩵

@finleyforevermore

@workofthediesel

@gb-diesellok

@greenghostlyjekyll

@cherriesmoke

@neacle

And more! Hahah, thank you (^-^)

this barbie is looking for her locomotive

"JELLICLE CATS, COME ON! COME ALL!"

Soon, Charley’s Train Yard, will present your own JELLICLE BALL 👀

Don’t miss out! 🤫

Mistoffelees “Did you heard that? Sandra!?“

Cassandra “Oh, yes! I heard... WOW! I can’t wait to see us!”

"JELLICLE CATS, COME ON! COME ALL!"

Soon, Charley’s Train Yard, will present your own JELLICLE BALL 👀

Don’t miss out! 🤫

R.I.P Vincent Aurelius Lin; you would’ve loved Mitski. 💔🪦

Do you guys ever think about the fact that Adamandi takes place in the 1930’s and that thus every living character would have to see World War 2? They cannot catch a break they literally went through all the events of Adamandi during the Great Depression only for an international war to strike just a few years after the graduate. 😭

Huge shoutout to the monologue I wrote loosely based off Ambrose’s almost definitely crush on Vincent for camp that solidified me as the (and I quote) “closeted loser” for the next two weeks of camp

(I am very much so straight)

I could fix them. Please, one chance, Preston. /j

They're such assholes being dead could probably fix them

Rest in peace Ambrose (+ basically Ardess’ entire student body) you would’ve hated therapy

if anybody who knows about how movies work wants to correct me, please do, but couldn’t the people who are trying to write a movie script based off of a musical play, couldn’t they just take the original script and adapt it for a movie? I’m only asking because I don’t want another DEH for the Be More Chill movie I hear is going to happen at one point.

💇‍♂️i miss your crazy hair.

connor murphy x reader

"You should never cut your hair," you had whispered one lazy afternoon, fingers combing through the wild tangle of his long, unruly locks. The sun had filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over the two of you as you lay together, lost in a world that felt like it would last forever. "I love it too much. It's crazy and beautiful, just like you."

He had smiled that slow, easy smile of his, the one that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "I’ll never cut it," he’d promised, voice soft, filled with a warmth that melted the edges of your heart. "Because I love you."

But promises, like relationships, fade. And now, standing in the hallway, you see him again after all these months, and it feels like the world is falling out from under you. His hair, once a wild, beautiful mess, is gone—cut short, disheveled, like a shadow of the man he used to be. Like a shadow of the love you thought you had.

It’s strange how something as simple as a haircut could feel like the final blow, the last shard of what you once shared being torn away. You’d always thought the breakup itself was the worst of it—the slow unraveling of something that had once seemed unbreakable. But this... this is different. This is seeing, in the starkest way possible, that the man you loved no longer exists in the same form. That he’s shed the last part of himself that still held traces of you.

You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat, but it stays there, heavy and unmoving, just like the hurt in your chest. You hadn’t expected to see him today. You hadn’t prepared yourself for the way his presence would still make your pulse quicken, or how the sight of him would stir up the grief you thought you’d buried long ago.

Your eyes follow him as he walks down the hall, oblivious to your gaze, to the silent devastation you’re cradling inside. His steps are hurried, distracted, and in that moment, it’s clear—he’s still hurting as well. But he’s trying desperately to move on.

And it hurts more than you ever thought it would. Because deep down, you’d held onto that promise—his hair, the little part of him that had once been tied to you. You’d imagined, in some naive part of your mind, that maybe, just maybe, he’d kept it because some part of him still cared, still remembered. But now, standing in this cold, empty hallway, you realize how foolish you’ve been.

He turns a corner, disappearing from sight, and you’re left standing there, your heart breaking all over again, this time in a quieter, more painful way. There are no more promises to cling to, no more pieces of him to hold onto.

It’s all gone now.

You lean against the wall, exhaling shakily, trying to remind yourself that this is what you wanted—to move on, to let go. But the truth is, you’ve been holding on to ghosts. And now, even the ghosts are slipping away.

It’s time to face it: the person you loved is no longer there, and maybe, neither are you.

: ̗̀➛ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉᵈᵒˡˡˢ ʳᵖ / ᴾᵉⁿⁿʸ ˣ ᴿⁱᶜᵏʸ ... ★

user is RICKY POTTS !!

the rp is before the accident !!

the rp kinda has a headcannon. Ricky uses an iPad/tablet to communicate !!

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okay maybe this is based on a c.ai bot butttttt it's okay I changed it + typed it myself 🤫

idk if Ricky would be allow on the bumper cars but maybe not for this? Idrk. I also dk if Penny would still be allowed to go to school (prob) so srry if anything like that is wrong.

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𖤓 | Penny Lamb. You hadn't ever really "spoke" to her. You've heard stuff about her, 100%. How she's now on probation and goes to your school. Rumours didn't mean much to you. Not that you even paid attention to any. It was a bit unexpected when Penny joined the choir, but whatever. She joined the very last minute. A few days before the trip. She seemed nice though. She helped you out getting on and off the bus and she was just generally a chill person. She didn't seem like the kinda girl to attack someone (an ex-celebrity of course). She was mostly hanging around you the whole day, which was cool. You didn't really type much on the tablet. Your head being... Else where, to the least. But it was nice. The choir decided to head to the bumper cars, cause why not. They were close by and stuff. While they all rushed to get to the bumper cars, that left you trying to catch up as fast you could with Penny beside you. You couldn't go on them. But you still wanted to stand nearby and watch them. " Y'know, " Penny stated to speak. Keeping her pace to match with yours. " I can wait for them to get off with you if you'd like. " | 𖤓

If there are any past/current elle woods of tumblr, please let me know if u have any tips for me!! I am auditioning for Elle in roughly 2 weeks and i am desperate for this role. This show means so much to me and i want this so much

Is Your Theatre Friend Okay?

How to Tell if Your Theatre Person is Okay 

(based on the musical they’re listening to on repeat)

From Least to Most Concerning:

Tuck Everlasting: Probably fine. Your friend might be yearning, though.

Heathers: Probably just routine ennui or angst, but if they’re only listening to “I Am Damaged,” “Lifeboat,” and/or “Kindergarten Boyfriend,” then they’re going through it.

Beetlejuice: If they’re only listening to “Dead Mom” on repeat, then you might want to worry. This is an “I am misunderstood” musical.

Waitress: Typically a chill one, but might be nostalgic and/or feeling stuck. Worth asking if they want to talk about it.

Dear Evan Hansen: Also in the safe zone, but if you hear too much of “Words Fail,” their self esteem is probably in the gutter.

Into the Woods: They’re either genuinely fine and just enjoying Sondheim, or actively having an existential crisis. Very little in between.

Cabaret: They’re either having a fresh and sexy time listening to Alan Cumming sing “Willkommen,” or you need to ask them if they’re all right.

Fun Home: Is your friend a tortured theatre gay? Because this is a tortured theatre gay musical. Just FYI.

Next to Normal: If Next To Normal is on repeat, like honestly on repeat, you might have cause for concern. This is a very high caliber depression musical.

Les Miserables: Your friend is wallowing. They’re probably crying about Gavroche because it’s easier to cry about French revolutionaries than process whatever they’re actually going through.

Spring Awakening: Please worry if someone you know is listening to any part of Spring Awakening on repeat. This is a peak depression musical.

YES SIR

Who needs friends when you have musicals?

straight facts✋😔