when you stub your pinky toe
when you fail a test
when you lose your money on the street
when you hypothetically lose the 2012 broadwaycom audience choice awards
No but you didn’t hear our alternate endings for it.
First off we collectively decided that Lucky is also gay and that on the day of the wedding, she also sent out a note of some sort to try and get a beautiful lady knight to come rescue her. No one did.
And then, imagine that the day after he marries Lucky, he goes out for a walk in the swamp and sees the arrow with his note on it, lying soggy in the mud, trampled by footsteps, untouched and unread. He takes it back to the castle and puts it in his closet because he’s unwilling to give up on that last shred of hope.
And then Declan and I had this lovely text conversation:
And I didn’t screenshot the rest but the rest goes like this:
Imagine that after that, she realizes that it’s on an arrow, so she shoots it out the window and Lancelot just happens to be passing by and he comes all the way up to the tall tower and finds her (she’s like 7) and she just looks at him and imagines her father waiting by the window like she’s seen him do so many times and she just says, “I think you’re a bit late. Sorry.”
But then imagine that, after his father died, Herbert started singing lullabies and things to his children and they were completely in awe because THEY’D NEVER HEARD MUSIC BEFORE BECAUSE IT WASN’T ALLOWED
And then one day the whole family is going to a wedding of some friend or whever and one of the kids asks, “Why are they getting married?” and Herbert says, “Because they love each other, but in a special way - not in the way you love your friends or your family, but in a special romantic sort of way.” And the youngest kid says, “Like you and mommy love each other, right?” and Herbert and Lucky just look at each other with the saddest looks on their faces and it’s a very long time beore Herbert says “No,” because he doesn’t want his kids to grow up thinking that his and Lucky’s relationship is what love should be like.
And after the wedding, Herbert goes upstairs and looks out the wedding and just sings to himself, so quietly he almost can’t hear it: “Where were you, where were you…”
Excuse me while I go write an intense alternate ending to my old fanfiction.
and yet here we are…. this fanfiction made me so freaking sad I don’t understand
And wow! More people read my fic! I … wow. Thank you!
EVERYONE WHO IS A FAN OF MONTY PYTHON’S SPAMALOT (or the Holy Grail) YOU MUST MUST MUSTREAD THIS FANFIC.
A BUNCH OF MY CAST MEMBERS AND I WENT TO AN IHOP AT MIDNIGHT AFTER OUR OPENING NIGHT OF SPAMALOT AND I READ THIS FIC OUT LOUD AND WE LEGITIMATELY CRIED LIKE MY FRIEND WHO PLAYS HERBERT WAS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS. I WAS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS. WE WERE ALL ON THE VERGE OF TEARS.
I DIDN’T KNOW SPAMALOT COULD GIVE ME FEELINGS LIKE THESE.
I wrote this fanfic YEARS ago and I didn’t think anyone would actually read it! XD Like, just … wow. I can’t believe I got a whole cast of Spamalot to be on the verge of tears from it.
I feel so honored. Thank you for reading!
In order to become the supreme adult, you must perform the seven wonders:
- Public speaking
- Not being afraid of teenagers
- Calling the doctor yourself
- Arguing without crying
- Having a normal sleep pattern
- Having an answer to the question ‘what do you want to do with your life?’
reading french: the words are tumbling out of my mouth like a smooth river this is beautiful
reading german: wow so strong and direct
reading latin: i'm smart as fuck
reading spanish: how sexy am i right now
reading italian: ok i probably sound like i'm trying to speak spanish but doing badly
reading russian: literally what