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My fave parts in 'Gee, Officer Krupke' from West Side Story (2021)
The smooth transition from regular scene to song
Baby John just being shoved on the swivel chair
'Tell it to the judge.' and the whisper of 'Get over there.'
Baby John just sitting in the chair, a little bored during the judge verse
the slide on the benches tho
and the lopsided glasses really sell the bit
Diesel saying 'I'm disturbed!' just so happily
Baby John looking scared for his life when they all pick him up, and then throw him
'The boy's depraved the the account he ain't at a normal home.' 'Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived.'
and then the subsequent 'So take this nut to a headshrinker' 'Ooh, why not?'
the therapy chair transition is so good
'Ew, Diesel, you got a social disease?' 'Hey, wait, can I catch it by touching him?' *Proceeds to hold Diesel's hand in the next transition*
Baby John's verse is my favourite, especially how he sings 'It's not I'm anti-social, I'm only anti-work'
'This boy don't need a job he needs a year in the pen.' 'Okay.'
'The trouble is he's growing.' 'The trouble is he's grown.' HITS SO HARD I LOVE IT
'Gee, Officer Krupke, what are we to do?' omg the vocals for that are amazing 'Gee, Officer Krupke, KRUP YOU!'
Just watched West Side Story (2021) and my favourite songs so far are, in order:
'Gee, Officer Krupke'
'America'
and 'Tonight Quintet'
I might make a few posts throughout the week expressing my love to these songs. You have been warned.
yes. yes we did :D
riff said the phrase “girly girl” once and we all just took it and ran into the sunset with it
mariathemostbeautifulsoundiveeverheardmariamariamariamariaallthebeautifulsoundsintheworldinasinglewordmariamariamariamariamariamariamariaivejustmetagirlnamedmariaandsuddenlythatnamewillneverbethesametomemariaivejustkissedagirlnamedmariaandsuddenlyifoundhowwonderfulthesoundcanbemariasayitloudandtheresmusicplayingsayitsoftanditsalmostlikeprayingmariaillneverstopsayibgmariamariamariamariamariamariamariamariamariamariasayitloudandtheresmusicplayingsayitsoftanditsalmostlikeprayingmariaillneverstopsayingmariathemostbeautifulsoundiveeverheardmaria..
I literally have wanted to play all of these roles.
Hi here are some dream roles of mine that I’m gonna talk about for a bit because I’m bored and on theater brainrot
Riff, West Side Story- all time dream role like I feel it would be so fun to play this character because he can be portrayed with so much depth, detail, and backstory. And who doesn’t want to go snapping around a street and sing about how cool they are even though they’re poor as shit and kinda hate themselves sometimes? Also his death scene is so sad and I like sad scenes! I also really liked Mike Faist as Riff so he inspired me.
Race, newsies- so many cool singing and dancing parts but a pretty big role nonetheless. Idk I just watched livesies and said “I need to be him.” Same with Riff. It’s indescribable I just feel I would have so much fun playing a character like Race. The socialization, the accent, the characterization, THE DANCINGGG! Also who wouldn’t want to play a Ben Cook role???
Sharpay, hsm- she’s hot and was my first ever dream. People always tell me I look like her.
Winifred, Mary Poppins- I auditioned for her in my school’s spring show but my enemy got it🥲 she just seems so fun😭 BUT IT’S OK I’LL MOVE ON……. eventually……….
Elle, Legally blonde- she’s absolutely gorgeous and I love playing deeper characters that still have a bubbly personality. (As you can tell) I also relate to her a lot abd think her story was so empowering. Not to mention legally blonde is one of the most mind changing musicals ever. I’m auditioning for her this spring and I’m TERRIFIED. Like, she’s kinda close to my casting type (deep, energetic, lots of dancing, more nasally singing, soprano 2, belts) but it would be a dream to play her.
Mariah, Hamilton- she’s hot and really cool belt during say no to this.
FACTS!!!!
Mouthpiece is just a less likeable version of Racetrack Higgins and I think its great that Ben Cook is just playing the same character in two different musicals
In April I was in a school production of West Side Story. Here are the Sharks - I was a Shark ensemble boy. That’s me in the black hat and brown jacket. Loved my cast. ❤❤❤
Only a bit
Riff x Latina!
Warnings: use of a slur, bit of angst and a very awful writing.
“You’ll pay for that candy, five cents, on the counter” Said Valentina with her wonderful accent.
“She doesn’t want you in her store and neither do I.” I told him. “I think that even Tony wants you out.”I laughed. “Valentina told you to pay that” I said walking behing Riff.
“It’s not like you could do something if I don’t pay, What are you gonna do about it, flat ass” He laughed while Tony and i looked at him unimpressed
“I’m going to break your nose.” I said and he flashed me with that one sided smile. “and don’t act like you don’t want me, I see you looking at my tetas all the time.”
“i’m sorry, I don’t speak spics” I looked at him angry, but tried to relax. Still, my breath was fast, he noticed this, but what he was doing is watch my chest go up and down.
“I think you understood what i said. Now don’t ever put a foot over here.” It was a really lucky day for me, i had heels on, so i did what every Latina would do if someone is trying to take an adventage of her friends.
you step on him.
“What a bitch” he cried leaning down because of the pain, he grabbed my shoulder resting a bit of his wheight on me, now we were almost the same height.
“Don’t enter here again don’t bother Valentina or me or TOny againg, and if you even dare to disrespect my culture like how you did with the flag, I will cut you in small pieces, ¿Me entendiste cabrón?” He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“You look so hot when you’re angry” He whispered so only I can hear it, and bumped our noses. I, as every person in the shop, was a bit confused but i’ll let it pass. “Write me down a Milky Way, it’s the least you can do” He said to Tony standing straight. “ Womb to tomb was never a joke to me” And then he just left.
“Don’t be like that, just because I can’t go to a dance” TOny shouted to him, they were two idiots. I kissed Valentina on the cheek and walked to the door too.
“I’m sorry I had to go early, but tomorrow i’ll be here as early as the sun.” I said grabbing my purse. “Nos vemos mañana Valentina, see you later Tony” I run to my house as fast as i could, goddamn Riff, he was the biggest idiot ever, and he was so damn fine.
I knew he liked me, still, Grazzie and him were together, I shouldn’t be in the way. But he always came for more, he would come to my window just to make fun of me, walk by me when it’s late at night so i can be safe, he flirted then he would make me angry by saying something racist. He just wanted to make me mad. I am becoming mad.
I walked to the dance with my friends, but they had their dates, i was going alone, maybe i could find a date there. The gym looked like if it was divided by jets and sharks, a boy from my block who was a dear friend walked up to me and asked for a dance, I grabbed his hand and danced my way to the dance floor. I was so happy, my friend spinned me a few times and i was having the time of my life, but i couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on me all the time.
“I have to go to the bathroom, thank you for the dance” He nodded and i went away, somewhere, the eyes that were always on me stopped dancing too, and followed me to the hallway.
“Having fun?” Riff asked. I nodded. “I’m glad to hear that, you look amazing.”
“Thank you Riff, you look very handsome too.” He laughed and put my hair away from my face.
“The spins messed up your hair a bit, but it’s okay, you look pretty anyways, my friend” His friend ???? okey i guess. “Well, I wont bother you no more, see you later. “
And we did. Because the asshole organized a rumble.
“A rumble with the sharks, are you crazy?“ I said angry. “ Riff, don’t you think before you do these things?”
“They won’t hurt me...” Were the only words that escaped his mouth.
“It’s not just about you, idiota, what about your friends? What about my friends?”
“The jets will be okey, they are strong, but the sharks...” I interrupted him.
“WHat iff they hurt you? Huh, What will I do?” He rolled his eyes. “ WHat if i have to be on a side?”
“You will decide your side , with your family or with me.” I laughed sarcastically.
“And what are you to mme Riff?” He stayed silent for the fist time in his life. “Family is always first, but i don’t know how will i react if they hurt you, or any of the jets.” Riff remained silent. “Nothing? Fine... but promise me you will stay safe.” I Holded hhis face in my hands. “Just stay safe Riff.” Out of nowhere he kissed me, it was so desesperate and needy, i kissed him back. “What the actual hell?” I said letting him go.
“I’m sorry”
“Be sorry about the rumble, not about jkissing you idiot.” I said and went for a kiss again, smiled in the middle of tha kiss.
“So you don’t hate me?” He asked
“Only a bit”
Yes, Riff may be racist, but i love him okey.
If Maria can love the guy that killed her brother, my latina ass can love Riff
MF THE NEW WEST SIDE STORY PROMO LITTLE SHIT, I DON'T KNOW WHO IS HOTTER I JUST LOVE EVERYONE (Exept that little shit, i'm not ever going to say his name)
so i was sceptical about the new snow white but then i listened to "balcony scene(tonight)" from west side story and are you fucking kidding me?? rachel zegler sounds like a literal disney princess like i don't care about anything else anymore she's PERFECT
Clock that
these art donaldson challenger girls will never know mike faist the way theatre kids knew mike faist
HE’S SO SASSY. I LOVE HIM!!!
FERAL FOR BEN COOK IN GEE OFFICER KRUPKE!!!
BABY JHON’S LITTLE “Okay” HAS ME SCREAMING
FERAL FOR BEN COOK IN GEE OFFICER KRUPKE!!!
HE’S SO SWEATY AND I WANT TO LICK HIM.
FERAL FOR BEN COOK IN GEE OFFICER KRUPKE!!!
This picture of Ben Cook as Riff makes me want to do unspeakable things.
“I just hang around till someone says let’s go…”
“And then?”
“I go…”
I LOVE MOUTHPIECE GUYS
I read the WSS screenplay and in Cool Tony is supposedly more graceful than Riff. the actual thing thou
the last video i saved before tiktok died 💔
when someone says im not an og mike faist fan but where were they when he featured in season 19 episode 5 of law and order: special victims unit??
gotta appreciate I can I will I did mike faist too!!
Riff x artist!Reader Chapter 3
Notes: sorry guys.😭 I wasnt feeling that great in the last weeks, thats why it took me so long to write a new Chapter. I m trying my best, Friends.✨Hope you like it. Stay Hydrated, love Mai💗
Warnings: bad grammar
Desperate about what had happend to my painting, I sat on the fire escape and pondered. I had to find a plan as quickly as possible. Preferably one that could still work out today. It was already in the afternoon. The sun was shining between the skyscrapers of the city. I saw mrs Murphy lugging her groceries across the street, talking to the janitor of the building across the street. She was probably spreading the latest gossip she had heard at the market. I found myself thinking about Riff again. I had heard his name before - I was convinced of it by now. Maybe mrs Murphy had talked about him once. I thought about how she would spread gossip about me and Riff. I would much rather have that, than stories about me and Tommy of whether or not we were engaged.
Only now the stories about me and Riff were not even that unrealistic. I thought with horror that Mrs Murphy could have found my drawings. If that had happened, then I was as good as dead. My father would probably lock me up in our apartment for months and John would lock up my stuff, or worse, throw it away.
John couldn't stand it if I had feelings for a jet. Or any gang member. He's dreamed of seeing me and Tommy together for too long. Nothing could stop him. Sometimes I think about what I would do if women had the same rights as men. I wouldn't be here anymore. Maybe I would travel around the world, or wear pants. But these kind of thoughts were pointless.
I thought I had reached a new low point of the day, when suddenly I had an idea.
John really wanted me and Tommy to get together. That was for sure. So what if I just played along.
"Brother, I have a question. I know I've already been to docs once today. But is there any way I can go there again real quick? I'll be back in 15 minutes I promise."
" I don't think so. I don't like you spending so much time there. Those gang boys hang out there a lot. That's no place for a young lady like you."
" I know, I know John. But you know I've been thinking about it and...I'd like to ask Tommy out.“ i tried to sound as honest as possible. „ And he's coming to see you tonight. So I thought it would be nice if I got him his favorite chocolate from Valentina. He really likes it and I would love to have a present for him. He is always so generous to me. Please John."
"If that's the case, then thats fine with me. I'm glad you finally fancy him. I've always said you'd make a beautiful couple. But be back in time."
I really hoped he didnt notice my fake smile. The idea of me and Tommy as a couple was too horrible. Nevertheless, I could not help but rejoice. If I was lucky, the painting was still where I had lost it.
I walked through the noisy streets of new york. Past the paperboys on the street corner. A confident look on my face. A bag in one hand. The other one was nervously playing with the hem of my skirt. A habit since childhood. Father had always hated it. He said that my insecurity could be seen from miles away. Besides fidgeting was nothing what a young woman in my social rank did.
Fortunately for me, Valentina had not yet closed. Without thinking further, I went into the store. At first glance it was dark and no one was to be seen. But I heard voices coming from the basement. It had to be Tony and Valentina.
"They will be with me soon," I thought. I was overwhelmed that I was so lucky again. There was no one in the store, which meant I could search intensively for my picture. Without having to find a stupid excuse like "I dropped my pearl earrings" . This thought made me smile.
I went to the table where I had been sitting in the morning. This was the last time i Hand Seen my painting. But instead of my drawing, there was only a pack of cigarettes. The box was almost empty. Only one cigarette was still in it. Dark blue paint was stuck to the side of the box. I took it in my hand to have a better look. Even though my brother and father had the habit of smoking, I had never held such a pack in my hand before. My brother said it was not something suited for me. Just like alcohol.
I had always kept to the rules of the two men, but in this moment the feeling of curiosity overcame me for the first time. What would happen if I would not keep to these rules. But before I should continue to think about whether I should dare to smoke a cigarette or drink a sip from the gin bottle that stood on the top shelf of the kitchen, the door opened behind me. Without giving it much thought, I put the pack of cigarettes in my pocket.
Standing in front of me were Tony and...
Not Valentina. It was Tony and Riff. The two were still engaged in their conversation. Neither had noticed me.
"Come on Tony, it will be fun for you to dance again. And please let me know if you find out anything."
Nervously I started playing with the hem of my skirt again. I wanted to stare at the floor but instead I looked at him again. As if we were the only two people on this planet. He had a beautiful laugh. One of those laughs you always want to hear. His whole face was beaming.
He turned his head a little to the side. With his left hand, unnoticed by Tony, he reached into the bowl next to him.
"Would he look at me? Would he know it was me who had drawn him like a madwoman in front of the store. Maybe he'd say something to me..."
The thoughts just bubbled in my head. I had the feeling of completely losing my mind. I didn't even know this young man! What was i thinking?!
„Yeah, we'll see. And hey, Riff! Don't steal milkyways again." Tony tried to take the candy out of Riff's hand. But Riff was faster, he turned around and ran past me without giving me a glance. I didn't realize what had happened until the door had closed behind him and Tony had said my name out loud several times.
The rest of the day felt numb. I bought the chocolate for Tommy and asked Tony as uninterested and normal as I could about the drawing. But Tony just gave me a knowing look and told me to ask Valentina about the drawing. Tony definitely knew more than he wanted to say. He had probably found the drawing himself. Normally I would be freaking out now. Or start asking Tony about every detail he knew. But the disappointment that Riff hadn't even noticed me, had already triggered a different feeling.
Lost in my thoughts, I walked home. I hadn't been feeling this low in a long time. Now I had to go on this stupid date with Tommy. And my excuse was pointless. With my head down I walked along the street. Not knowing that on the other side, across from docs, an excited young man was walking up and down the road. In the small pocket of his ripped shirt, was a carefully folded sheet of paper.
Riff x artist!reader Chapter 2
Notes: hey Part twoooo is here! 🍄
Warnings: just bad writing, swearing
The morning sun was shining through my room as I packed my bag. John had told me in the evening to not draw again today. But he certainly couldn`t say anything against the fact that I wanted to go and buy things we needed. So I hid paintbrushes and pencils between the shopping list and money in my bag. My plan was to run as fast as possible to docs, then I had about ten minutes for a small sketch, After that I could do the errands and paint a little in the store while I talked to Valentina. After all, my brother could hardly object if I talked to another woman and was therefore a little late. Convinced of my plan, I ran to the apartment door and quickly said goodbye to my brother. I almost jumped down the stairs to the next floor. Hopefully the neighbor Mrs Murphy wouldn't stop me. She was always interested in the latest gossip from the block. Several times she had asked me if Tommy and I were going to get married soon. Why did everyone think I wanted to?
It wasn`t a long way to docs. I had been going there since I was a little girl, most times to look at the colorful candy. Once or twice valetina had given me a little chocolate. I had been overjoyed. Since her husband had died a while ago, I went at least once a week. Even if I had nothing to get from the shop. I just loved the little store and its cheerful owner. But my father had forbidden me to visit the store that often. "Too many bad young guys are going there " he had said. So i didnt visit Valentina regularly and if i was then only in the mornings. My father had said that it was the only time I should be out and about in the neighborhood, since the Jets were probably not up at that time of day yet.
I only had a few minutes to unpack my things. I sat down on a bench across from docs and started drawing. Quick strokes on the bright paper. It took only a few moments for the outline of the building. Then I got down to the details. The windows, the small display and the sign that hung above the door. The next time I looked up, I saw him. I thought I was dreaming, but in front of the store stood the young man from the subway train. He argued with Valentina.
"Hey, come on, just two minutes. I really need to talk to Tony.“
Could it really be him? And what was he doing here? Why was he arguing with Valentina?
Too many thoughts were in my head at once. I needed to draw. This time I was not interrupted. I couldn't help it and started sketching what was in front of me. More importantly I started to sketch him. His lean body, his paint-stained hands, his long fingers holding a cigarette. The brown tousled hair, the cheeky grin and those beautiful eyes. Everything was suddenly in front of me on the paper. Too big was the fear to forget him again.
"Fuck come on. I swear I won't steal anything."
"Well, maybe not this time. You've always stolen from me boy, don't think I'll let a criminal like you in my store again." Valentina's voice grew louder. It seemed to be very important to her, she was not someone who just raised her voice. But instead of worrying about Valentina, my thoughts were only filled with the man in front of me. She knew him, and that must mean she probably knew a name to that face. How much I would like to know his name. How much I would like to look at him from up close.
„Y/N "All at once I was torn from my thoughts. I had forgotten what my real goal was. I was running out of time.
"Y/N, sweetheart how nice to see you. Come on in. You don't have to be afraid of him anymore, I successfully chased him away. Come here and sit with me." she pointed at the chair by the window. "I haven't seen you for so long. How can I help you?
I gave her my list. She went right out and started looking on the shelves.
I chewed on my lower lip. Should I ask her? But she shouldn't think i was interested at all, otherwise it could lead to big problems. Besides, she had called him a criminal. That wasn't exactly a positive description.
"Who was that?"
"What do you mean, child?"
" the young gentleman you had a fight with? What did he want?"
Before she could answer, I heard footsteps and then the door to the basement open. Tony was standing there. I didn't really know him, we had only spoken once or twice. He worked and lived with Valentina. I think she saw him kinda as a son. He was tall and muscular. Most of the time he helped her with the heavy boxes from the warehouse or climbed up the ladders when something was needed from on top of the cupboards. Most of the time he looked a bit sad but still smiled friendly when he saw me in the store.
"Hey, what's this about? Who were you fighting with Valentina?" he looked worried at the woman in front of him, before giving her a kiss on the cheek to continue carrying boxes.
" your annoying friend was here again, asking for you"
"You mean Riff? I'm sorry he was here again. I told him you didn't want him here."
"If only he would listen. That boy is nothing but trouble."
Attentively I stood there and listened to the conversation. Riff? What kind of name was that? Somehow I had the feeling that I had heard this name before.
I looked at the clock above the door. It was already 10 minutes past the scheduled time. So I had only about 3 minutes to get back to the apartment in time. I had just spent too much time in front of the store. I paid and took the bag with my purchases from Valentina's hand. "Thank you very much. See you soon. I have to hurry or I'll be late. It gushed out of me before I heard the door close behind me. I ran to the next street corner and then started walking regularly. No one should notice that I had run all the way. That wouldn’t have been really ladylike. And Mrs Murphy would certainly ask me about it later or would gossip with the other neighbors. They definitely shouldn’t know I was that excited about a boy.
Fortunately John was in a good mood. He didn't say anything else about me being late, even though I got a slightly annoyed look when I stumbled through the door. But thanks to the good weather, he seemed to forgive me.
In my room I had the first chance to remember what I had experienced. And quickly I disappeared into a daydream about the mysterious man to whom I finally had a name. I thought about how it would be to run through his hair or touch his hand. He had had paint on his hand. Maybe he liked to paint too, I thought dreamily.
Wait. Paint. Painting…Painting ! "Crap" more swear words wanted to burst out of me but I thankfully remembered that my brother was sitting in the room next to me.
I couldn't see my drawing anywhere. I started to panic. Maybe I had lost it while running home. Or even worse, maybe I had left it with Valentina. I could not believe it. This could be horrible. If someone saw it… I wouldn’t know what to do.
I had to think of something as soon as possible, so that I could return to doc's store. And hopefully find my drawing before it might fall into someone’s hands.
Riff x artist!reader
Notes: hey yo Friends, i m back. Took me Long enough. Here you have a ff that nobody asked for. Lol. This is just the First Part of a series. Hopefully i can finish it this time. Also pls don’t be angry Riff isnt really in this Part but he for sure will be in the second Part of this Story, so this is more like a prologue. Kinda. I take requests. And you cure my depression ( at least a tiny bit ) if you text me something nice. Hope you like it. Love, Mai 🍄
Warnings: none, capitalism?!, not perfect english
Summary: Reader likes to draw buildings and her ever changing neighbourhood. After she meets a certain Gang leader, she now really wants to draw the mysterious guy with the beautiful eyes.
The warm afternoon sun was shining on my skin as I walked through the streets of New York's West Side. A thick sheet of paper in one hand, my watercolor box in the other. I ran excitedly to the next street corner, trying to avoid the shadows of the buildings. It was the beginning of spring, so it was only really pleasant in the sun. In the shade, however, I felt like I was freezing to death in my thin dress. I had begged my overprotective brother not to have to wear the thick winter clothes. He had first been of the opinion that I would catch cold in this weather, but then had agreed after he saw the first rays of sunlight shining through the large window onto the fire escape. After that my face was radiateing like the sun, „it is almost a competition“he said, whereupon he could only say yes to me wearing my favorite dress.
It was Sunday and I had gotten up early to set up my drawing supplies in front of a nearby church in the neighborhood and then to be able to paint when everyone would go to mass. I had only started a few weeks ago with the painting of people. I had seen a young man in the subway. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. I had wished very much that I could have drawn him right at that moment. But as soon as he got off the train and jogged down the stairs of the station, I had forgotten his face.
With a building this would never have happened to me. Ever since I was little, I had memorized the windows, towers and facades of the buildings around me. They were burned into my brain. So it was easier for me to later bring the straight lines and dark colors perfectly on paper. Since I had seen the young man, there was a new need in me. I wanted to paint something that was not rigid and straight like the skyscrapers of the West side.
That's exactly why I had tried to draw the people going to church that morning. But somehow I didn't quite succeed. I was dissatisfied with my painting. Nothing looked the way I wanted it to. The happy faces of the young girls in their pretty Sunday dresses looked lifeless and gray. The old people leaning on each other to climb the stairs of the church together did not look lovingly and kind but rather as if they were arguing in front of the house of God.
My newest plan was to draw the small Irish pub on the next street corner. My brother went there often with his friends. He had told that even in the afternoon the small tables already were filled with empty beer bottles and some drunkard even spend sunday not leaving his seat.
I set my things down next to me while I studied the building opposite me carefully. I had no problem drawing the masonry in a few strokes. As I was about to start detailing the dark green front door with the blurry windows, I was disturbed by an unwelcome shouting. A group of young men had gotten into a fight with the owner of the pub. Something in me felt the need to draw the event in front of me. But before I could think about whether it would be morally compatible to draw a possibly escalating fight, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Y/N? What are you doing here. Come on, we shouldn't be around when the jets are doing something illegal," the voice said, matching the hand on my shoulder. It was Tommy, my brother John's best friend. If Tommy was here, my brother couldn't be far either. I didn't like it when the two of them came together. I always have the feeling that my brother wants to bring me and Tommy together. I'm surprised because John still doesn't accept that I've been a grown woman for a while now. He always sees me only as his little sister who definitely should not waste any thoughts on boys and relationships. But with Tommy he was different. Tommy was the only son of a rich merchant from Manhattan. He and John knew each other from college. John probably wanted me to marry him so that I would have a secure life. Definitely not the plan I had for myself. It's not that I didn't like Tommy, he was usually friendly and always had a compliment for me. But he was a coward. The only conversations I had with him were about the fear that someone might steal his expensive new watch or about how his favorite topic in the world was finance.
Not really what I was interested in. He probably thought he could impress me with his father's money. But what I would have been really happy about would have been a few words about my paintings or if he admired New York at sunrise as much as I did. But he had not answered either one and had returned his attention to the fortune on his wrist.
He also wore the watch today, it was cold on my shoulder. I was still thinking about what to answer when John also entered my field of vision.
"If it isn`t my baby sister. How many times have I told you not to go down this street. It's not for young ladies like you. And look at you. Your hands are full of charcoal and paint. What will people think? Come on, let's go, see you tomorrow Tommy" instantly he had pulled me up from my seat and ran with me in the opposite direction of the pub. I quickly grabbed my art supplies. "Walk faster Y/N , dad will be upset if he sees you like this so you better hurry so we get home on time.
I know my brother was only strict with me because he was afraid something could happen to me. Our father had taught him to be strict. After our mother passed away, there wasn't much warmth in our family. And John was always under observation. Father was almost never at home because of his job and sometimes I didn't see him for several days. John, on the other hand, was always there for me. When we were alone he was very caring and loving to me, but as soon as other people were around he showed his strength and severity. Too big was the fear that someone could confess to my father how soft and loving he had been.
When I arrived at our apartment, I immediately ran to the bathroom and began to wash the stains off my hands. The paint came off easily, but the charcoal stains on the back of my hands just wouldn't come off. Only now I noticed that there was also a small spot of blue paint on my light dress. I mentally cursed myself. Why hadn't I been more careful? For me, but also for John. I couldn't imagine what his punishment would be if father found out that I had been hanging around painting all day instead of sitting at the sewing machine or standing behind the stove. He had very old-fashioned views about the place of a woman. But still I could not be angry with him, he was my father after all and only thanks to him I could have the money to paint and the beautiful clothes I loved to wear.
But although me and John waited all evening long for our father to return, he did not come back to the apartment that night. And even though I had struggled all evening, I decided to paint again the next morning while lying between my silk sheets and slowly falling asleep.
(EXCLUDING Les Miserables because I know dang well a lot of people would have picked it. It’s in between WSS and Sunday in my ranking, though)
- The poll is just for fun lol. No purpose <3
- Mostly in order
obsessed with the timeloop quality of stage plays...romeo and juliet can not escape verona even in death... theyve been repeating the same tragedy for hundrets of years again and again and again, details like what they look like or wear get altered but the core of the story stays the same. romeo dies and juliet follows. the knife draws blood and juliet wakes again to news of her betrothal to paris. does romeos depression stem from rosalines rejection of him or from the fact that hes done this a thousand times over?
me when everyone is talking about encanto, tick tick boom and other musical movies while i can't watch them because the final exams and a ton of missing assignments:
