I can’t believe
From the 1999 revival recording.
Marin Mazzie as Lilli
do we ALL air our bitchy thoughts to Megs though?
Even if it’s not that AU, there’s really no better song to listen to when talking about kids!Jasobeth than “This Is My Idea.”
No. Better. Song.
Hmmm, I’m really NOT as a rule because idk man songs are supposed to be up for interpretation and they mean something different to everyone and all that stuff, but:
And just for the record, I couldn’t talk about Jace because Jamie and I were trying to surprise Marissa with Jasobeth, but the only other character I have planned that isn’t 100% new is that I’ll probably eventually bring Cam. And that’s not conditional to anyone or any old plots, but just because I never really got a chance to play her in the first place so.
Neal and Hook exchanged a guilty, sheepish look. They hadn’t discussed the awkward but obvious fact that they both had feelings for Emma, mostly because they were both a little busy trying to get her back, and because of that, Neal had hoped that maybe it wasn’t that obvious to an outside observer. Neal remembered that Pan had always been a scarily perceptive little shit, and that made him feel a little better about the fact that the first person to call them out on it was an eternal kid.
"Yeah, that kind of happens when you kidnap someone we love," Neal retorted to Pan in denial, his own choice of words betraying him.
"As much as I’d love to take the credit," Pan leaned smugly against a tree, arms crossed lightly, smirk wide, "I think we all know this rift happened long before I took your Emma. Actually, some of it goes back long before even she came into the picture, doesn’t it?"
Neal’s jaw tightened. Pan looked at him and shrugged lightly. “At least he wasn’t the first father figure to abandon you, was he, Baelfire?”
Neal - Neal, he reminded himself, not Baelfire - reached for the sword at his side, almost ready to lunge. Hook stretched out his arm, surprisingly to stop him, though he hardly looked less ready to attack.
"Enough games, Pan," he snapped. "Where is she?”
Pan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no I don’t think so. Not when you two make the games so easy.” He clapped his hands together. “This is going to be so much more fun than even I expected.”
Before they could react, he was gone.
"Has Neville never told you why he has been brought up by his grandmother? His father, Frank, was an Auror just like Professor Moody. He and his wife were tortured for information about Voldemort’s whereabouts after he lost his powers, as you heard." "So they’re dead?" said Harry quietly. “No,” said Dumbledore, his voice full of a bitterness Harry had never heard there before. “They are insane. They are both in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his grandmother, during the holidays. They do not recognize him.”