"And of the Witch?...She was dead, dead and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice."
Independent Elphaba Thropp from Gregory Maguire's Wicked.
Strictly Book Based

Written by Zoe

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;;out of broomsticks-rare footage of me in Carrie the Musical

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theme & icon giveaway 👌

unseenmockingjay:

i’m so grateful to you guys and how much you’re all there for me and my giveaways are the only way i can think to say my thank you to you! this time 2 people will win a theme and 100+ icons!
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Send me “VS” if your muse wants to FUCKIN FIGHT MINE

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littlemusingthings:

nothing good ever stays with me, absolutely nothing.

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ofthewinkies replied to your post “psttt do fiyeraba for the ship meme it will break your heart??”
ooc;; omg screaming bc a million fiyero dad jokes just came to mind + fiyeraba family and the holidays we should do it

YES.

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whispcring said: ✍ // I got you girl <333

PLAYED BY ZOE

NOR TIGELAAR-THE WICKED YEARS BY GREGORY MAGUIRE

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It was like something out of a fairytale. She was so wrapped
up in the poetry of it all that she didn’t think to be afraid. She
had held the broom as some grand gesture or fantasy. To be
like a heroine that she could picture in the theater of her mind.
She hadn’t thought it would happen so when it did all she
could feel was shock. She was thrown into the air like an
arrow from her poor dead father’s bow. Like a Wicked Witch.
Her knees shook and her head spun and she thought she
would be sick as she was pulled out the window. It was the
most terrifying and wonderful thing she ever felt. She had the
feeling that this would never happen again this wonder and
awakening. That life would never be as full as in that moment.
Tears well in her eyes and her throat burns. She can see all
of the Great Kells and the Hundred Year Grasslands, if she
squints the Emerald City glinted in the distance like a steadily
growing fire. 

“Oh, Oh!”

she cried not knowing to who. Please God, she thought, let
this be my beginning. Let me soar only higher.
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         l o v e,  l o v e,  l o v e.  w h a t   i s   i t   g o o d   f o r ?
                  a b s o l u t e l y   
n o t h i n g.  

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