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may the force be with you
- from star wars (1977)
iâve a felling weâre not in kansas (your city/country) anymore
- from the wizard of oz (1939)
thereâs no place like home
- from the wizard of oz (1939)
make your lives extraordinary
- from dead poets society (1989)
as if!
- from clueless (1995)
after all, tomorrow is another day!
- from gone with the wind (1939)
you is kind. you is smart. you is important.
- from the help (2011)
just keep swimming
- from finding nemo (2003)
no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
- from dead poets society (1989)
o captain! my captain!
- from dead poets society (1989)
i'm american (your nationality), honey. our names don't mean shit.
iâm the king (or queen) of the world!
- from titanic (1997)
the things you own end up owning you.
- from fight club (1999)
the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about _____ ____
- from fight club (1999)
i may not always be right, but i am never wrong.
- from little women (2019)
i can't get over my disappointment at being a girl.
- from little women (2019)
Rogues Cast As Wizard Of Oz Charicters
I've got somthing in the works so I want to show the cast before.
Dorothy: Harley Quinn (Real Big Suprise I know)
Scarecrow: Scarecrow (obviously)
Tin Man: Mr Freeze
Cowardly Lion: Catwomen
Wizard: Riddler
Toto: Bud and Lou (yes there's two totos deal with it)
Wicked Witch: Poison Ivy
I didn't do this on purpose bit I might have given the wizard more motivation to kill the witch and well I think Riddler will win this battle .
Why do feel like I would see some lines like this in one of their smut or fluff ship fic? Like the aftercare or before it even started or just hurt/comfort? Not gonna lie I agree with this person but I also had that thought that someone has said this in a fic of them before đłď¸âđ?
Do you think they've explored each other's bodies
Every time Iâve had a writing assignment in school where I got to choose my own story, I went with the Wizard of Oz. I wrote little side stories, but they always had the Tinman and the Scarecrow, no matter what. Now, I have always been worried about what my teachers or parents will think if I got into detail (not inappropriate. I promise you) about how I imagined Tinman and Scarecrow, cause theyâre gay and stuff. But I do write in little bits here and there (every time) to suggest they are together.
Needless to say, no one has caught on unless Iâve told them. I did just have to share this with the people of Tumblr though, because you guys donât really judge my choices since theyâre not gross or creepy orâŚforbidden (family member x family member kinda thing, which is wrong but Iâm not saying this just to hate). Anyways, I just thought you guys should know this and if I start posting stories, yes I will change details to make sure I have enough of those sweet gays in there, like Tincrow and Tuggoffelees and such else. âşď¸
I didnât actually realize that at the time, but I checked today. Anyways, I found these gems at my local Junkee and if Dorothy doesnât work out, Iâll say someone stole her ruby slippers
The only ginger I will ever hug and kiss platonically /j
Thanks Halloween for giving me a new hyperfixation lmaoo
I canât remember who gave me this prompt but thank you tysm!!
Stuck on the bus and this caught my eye so letâs go
Any adaption but Iâll be writing in the 1986 ver
The emerald city, a sparkling palace of peace and wonder that sat in the centre of oz, ruled by the kind and wise king who was recently crowned, king scarecrow. The straw man was a wonderful king and made all the people happy as could be but he was bored. Bored out of his new mind it wasnât as fun as heâd imagined it to be it was much slower, much much slower. Nothing new ever happened no excitement no action, sure it wasnât a terrible thing it made the working system smooth and well oiled but dull as could be.
At the moment the king was going through old possessions of the wizard, left behind trinkets and inventions piled up in the other room, there was bound to be something interesting there. He searched through many chests finding boxes some empty some filled with little bits and bobs, one had a little wooden horse to make inside. He found puzzle boxes and sparkling jewellery some of which he put on just for the fun of it, admiring himself in the mirror with a giggle but nothing was very attention keeping or eye catching. He needed a book, a nice big interesting book to read with action and drama something adventurous to make him new brain fizzle with pictures and imaginary scenes of the book turning words into pictures. He settled on the idea and had a look through more chests. The wizard had so many books old ones new ones even ones in a different language but they where all more instruction like than story books. He shouldnât have been surprised the wizard wouldâve needed something to help build his inventions but heâd had hope there would be at least some sort of story book. He sighed and sat ontop of a crate glumly putting his head in his hands. He had so much energy to spare and so little time to use it. He shifted uncomfortably something was under him and it wasnât nice. He stood up turning around to see what was under him. A book. A deep green cover dusty and old with worn edges and a beautiful picture on the front of a princess and a frog. Intrigued by the illustration scarecrow picked it up and dusted it of slightly. The picture was a little bit faded but the colours just seemed to catch his attention. He wasted no time running back to the throne room and sitting down in his velvet throne eager to read this precious jewel heâd found.
Time ticked by and scarecrow was absorbed into the book, slumped lazily with his legs over the thrones arms swinging them back and forth subconsciously as he read the book. It was fascinating a witch, a princess and a prince turned into a frog by a magic spell, there was small pictures here and there which made scarecrows eye shimmer. He was almost finished with the book, it wasnât lengthy but wasnât short either. Eyes glued to the book they scanned along the lines of words he began to mutter to himself. âAnd the princess leaned in, kissing the frog turning him back into the handsome prince he was beforeâ he read, but something made him itch with curiosity. What was kissing? He flipped the page and saw an image of the princess and the frog with their lips touching gently. Was that was a kiss was than? Gently pressing lips to another as a show of love? He was amazed and an idea sparked in his brain. The tin man, perhaps tin man would know after all he was a human once and with a partner at that. He giggled a common occurrence when he was excited or happy and got up the book was tossed aside for now. Since becoming ruler he and the tin man and lion had all found shortcuts to each otherâs domains which cut the time practically in half. He grabbed his hat and put the crown on the throne heading down the steps and out the dark room all together.
Winkie country a land once desolate and filled with worry was now filled with life, winkies where free to work and where happy as could be especially with their new ruler leading them. Tin man was having a ball really, he was polished as he needed making his tin shine like diamonds in the light, he was able to forge weapons for the winkies, gardening tools so they could grow crops and plant beds of pretty poppies around the land. The winkies country had never been better. At the moment tin man was in the old witches castle that sat on a little ledge, he was potting up some lovely purple flowers heâd received from a winkie lady as a thank you for restoring their land. Purple, a colour that showed royalty and power but also a colour that reminded him of his dearest friend, the scarecrow. Scarecrows eyes, his beautiful violet eyes, even just paint so filled with life and a passion for living it. It made tin man swoon any time the straw man looked to him with those eyes with that wide smile his new heart would skip a beat he swore he could hear his tin drumming as it hit the metal so hard. His heart was fluttering just at the thought of scarecrow. Soft glove hands, the smell of fresh straw, his voice his laugh his plush body he looked so huggable and warm. âTin man?â Someone called. He just wanted to hold scarecrow closely. âTin man?â To love him with all his heart and tell him that. âTin man!â He jumped startled by the voice. He looked over and saw those exact amethyst eyes glistening at him.
âScarecrow!â Tin man chuckled happily standing up. âItâs good to see youâ he said shaking hands with him. They hadnât seen each other for a while since they where now kings. âHowâs everything in the emerald city?â He asked starting up conversation. âOh slow but itâs wonderful really, everyoneâs very kind and friendlyâ scarecrow replied. âThatâs wonderfulâ tin man smiled but noticed that his straw friend seemed to be a little fidgety like there was something he wanted to say or ask but wasnât sure. âTin man,â he began softly âdo you know.. what kissing is?â He asked. Tinman felt his heart skip again, did scarecrow want to kiss him? âI, yes I know what it is⌠why?â He was getting nervous with anticipation. âWell I was reading this book about a princess and a frog.. and they kissed and I was just wonderingâŚâ he shuffled about a little putting his head down. âhow does it work?âŚâ
If yâall want a continuation I may have somethin for ya! Keep an eye out hehe Iâm back into oz again.
Wizard of Oz art for the day (mostly John R Niels illustration ver) (click for better quality)
Smh can't believe Tinman just got up and left Munchka like that cause of some 'evil witches curse' đđđ typical
I rewatched Return to Oz last night