I’m not writing about you. I wrote you.
Hook echoed blankly, and it was then, but not till then, that his proud spirit broke. He saw his men draw back from him. ‘Have we been captained all this time by a codfish!’ they muttered. ‘It is lowering to our pride.’ They were his dogs snapping at him, but, tragic figure though he had become, he scarcely heeded him. Against such fearful evidence it was not their belief in him that he needed, it was his own. He felt his ego slipping from him.’
2/? musicals i love forever: Wicked
AT FIRST YOU THINK: #jk #hans is in ur way #cuz u get hit by his horse #lol nice timing frozen writers
THEN IT HITS YOU: #oh hi foreshadowing how’s it goin #yeah like hans was gonna get in the way of Anna finding true love cuz he’s evil and #oh shit wait you mean #and he was getting in the way of Anna and Elsa becoming close again #like he was gonna kill Elsa and stuff omg #yeah that’s not cool #thats crazy #alright ttyl foreshadowing thanks for ur help #bye
what if hans was trying to kill anna then and there and a boat caught her
OH MY GOD