Prop from the first year of Wicked on Broadway
i’ll be keeping you safe. one last victory, allow me that. give me that, my impossible girl.
Encanta is a fantasy romance about the magic of love, lust, and romance set to a Latin Jazz soundtrack.
On an enchanted tropical island, best buds Juan and Rico are relaxing at the beach when they rescue Penzima, a pirate who’s lost it all in a shipwreck. When they warn her about the powerful sorceress Katrina, Penzima is just dying to meet her.
Sparks fly every time they get together. The only problem is that they are the people least likely to get a fairy tale ending. Penzima comes with a checkered past and a tongue as quick as her blade. Katrina brings a chip on her shoulder and a volcanic temper. Katrina’s cousin Maria and a magic-hating mob stirring up trouble aren’t helping, either.
Will these two find their happily ever after, or are they doomed to only break each other’s hearts?
In which a pirate lady and a sorceress lady fall in love and nobody’s white and nobody’s straight and it’s a lotta fun!
You can support Eshu’s theatre stuff, like Encanta, here.
The bold is the most important part.
Nobody’s white, everybody’s LGBTQ, and it’s not a story about The Struggle or The Closet.
Pure escapist romantic fun. With pirates and magic and dancing.
WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DREW ???!!!!!
GET TO KNOW ME MEME: [1/5] Female characters
↳ Natasha Romanoff (MCU)
"You know I do."
“That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.”
A different take from the design I used on my Redbubble page.
Oh, that box. You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever.
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
I will not write fluff to that. I won’t. No.
LUCY I FOUND IT
But what if instead of two kids, it was, say, a kid and an old woman? And at first they just ignore each other and keep their blinds down and curtains shut, but then the kid climbs out onto the roof one spring morning to get a frisbee and she’s got the window open bc it’s so nice out and she tells him to cut that out, it’s not a jungle gym and maybe the kid shows off a bit and nearly falls, and the old woman catches his arm…. anyway, so sometimes they leave the windows open and the kid’ll show off his comic books or asks what rhymes with ‘beautiful’ (and it’s totally for homework shut up), and the old woman tells him about all the protests and marches she took part in, and asks him the name of that one cute pop star (it’s absolutely for her crossword now shush). And the old woman gives the kid relationship advice, and doesn’t tell when he tries a bit too much of his parents’ liquor cabinet one time, and the kid comes over and shows her how to use the smartphone her daughter bought for her, and doesn’t tell when she sneaks a cigarrette out of said daughter’s bag. And when the weather’s too bad to open the windows, they tape silly pictures or notes to the glass for the other to see (the kid makes sure to make his extra big so she doesn’t have to admit her eyeight isn’t what it used to be), and when it is nice the kid will sneak over and leave seashells on her windowsill, because the old woman said once she misses the sea, but she can’t travel like she used to. And one day he peeks in her window and sees her on the floor, and calls 911 and basically saves her life because she had a stroke and nobody would’ve known in time otherwise. And when she finally gets back from the hospital, just for a while because her daughter’s talking about a retirement home where she’ll have plenty of medical care and lots of friends her age, the kid comes through the window and then pulls another kid through the window who he introduces as his boyfriend, and says he wanted her to meet him. And she sniffs and interrogates the boyfriend in proper elderly relative fashion, and then declares him worthy of her boy— barely. And when she finally does have to go to that retirement home, the kid still comes to visit her, and always leaves seashells on the windowsill.
I’m not crying or anything
I am omg