Thinking about how the lyric “Learning love is not a crime” from Falsettoland/It’s About Time has a double meaning.
It means Marvin accepting his sexuality: learning that the way he loves men is not wrong within itself. That’s something he struggled with for the whole trilogy up until this point.
I also think it means that learning how to love isn’t a bad thing either. Marvin is in his 30s or 40s, and he’s only starting to have stable and mostly healthy relationships during Falsettos Act 2. It shows that learning how to love healthily can start at any age.
God I love Marvin’s development.
[scrolling through a fandom tag] wrong. wrong. incomprehensibly wrong. wrong but harmless. nice style and color palette but I don't care about that ship. mildly entertaining liveblog update. they whitewashed my girl :( . good joke, reblog. wro--well that's my mutual so I will politely look away. fifteen posts in a row by an innocent rp blog that I don't have the heart to block. take I agree with but op was annoying about it. chapter twenty-eight of a longfic wip. !! GOOD POST !!, instafollowed. bot. technically correctly tagged but uses this acronym for something completely different. museum worthy art piece by a sixteen-year-old from the philippines. wrong. wrong but in a new and exciting way that provokes thought.
I literally cannot overstate how important creative hobbies are when dealing with mental illness. If you can’t draw, there are coloring books. If you can’t write a novel, you can write in short journaling bursts. If you can’t sing in the shower, you can listen to music. Sometimes with mental illness it feels like we have this dark presence inside of us that is bumping around in our brain and organs, causing problems. It helps immensely to let it out.
Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.
as a society we need to return to the time honored tradition of creating collages on corkboards of our favorite pookie pies just like a teen girl in an early 2000s movie 🙏🙏
I'll go first 🤗
Accompanying my little sister to a chappell roan concert with my dirty blonde hair in a messy bun. I sit in the front row, too entranced by my copy of 'dykes to watch out for' by alison bechdel to dance along to 'HOT TO GO!' At the end of the performance, a security guard taps my shoulder. Chappell has noticed my lack of enthusiasm and I've caught her interest. She invites me backstage....
marvin is autistic prove me wrong.
you click on "musical theater moments that give me CHILLS!!!!!" and it's just the entirety of falsettos live from lincoln center
my partner and I had an "you just want me to cook for you and fuck and don't pay enough attention to me" argument so I suggested to watch some musical together
but I didn't think about falsettos not being a great choice for that.