#(and maybe if I'm the *ugliest* then I'll just die alone)

[hidefdoritos]

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[krash-and-co]

[about the bone glass]

lockwood: hey, can you guys hear anything?

lucy: you know what I hear? I hear the sound of you SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

George: let's see.... seven?

Lucy: what the FUCK are you talking about.

~

skull: she's either a bitch or a ghost. RUN, SHES A GHOST AND A BITCH!!!!!

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Lockwood: I'm gonna make a snowMan and a snowWoman, and maybe even a little snow Jessica! but I guess I'll have to make them dead, because my family's dead.

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[kipps, knocking on Lockwoods door in the middle of the night]

Lockwood: (from inside) WHO IS IT

[lockwood opens the door]

Lockwood, monotone: oh its you youre still alive.

~

skull: you are four of the ugliest fucking kids I've ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on I cant WAIT for this bitch to kill you.

~

lucy: holly, sweetie, open the door! 😊

holly: lucy? is that you?

Lucy: move your ass! 😊

holly: it IS you!!!

~

[george is lying on the ground after falling from a beam]

Lockwood: don't yell at US, we didn't do it.

lucy: george's fat ass broke the beam!!!

[the broken beam proceeds to fall directly on top of george and everyone starts screaming]

~

george, to Lockwood: have you done our taxes yet?oh wait, you're dyslexic.

george: done our yet taxes have? you?

george: you I'm answer hey talking me! to!

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holly: 21..... 20.......19.....

Lucy: this bitch can't count. a math deficient lesbian with scoliosis! what IS it with me and lesbians??

Lucy: it's the jacket. I need a makeover.

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lucy: [alone rapier training] looks like it's just you and me, floating joe.

Lucy: [voicing floating joe, one of the training dummies] call me joe.

Lucy: okay joe........ im going fuckin crazy.

~

Lucy: come back here!!!!! I am not doing these dishes alone again! I mean it! im not the damn maid! [turns to lockwood] hey, listen, lockwood, how about you and I discuss our non-corporal-punishment stance?

[lockwood is absently eating george's leftovers]

Lucy: gah! DON'T EAT HIS CRUMBS, WE'RE NOT POOR!

[later]

Lucy: maybe we are poor. where's the damn dishwasher?

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lucy: don't screw with me! if you know something, just say it!

skull: [whiny voice] I won't DO it!!!! [normal voice] if youre so smart, figure it out yourself. or die trying.

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Lucy: leaving me alone and defenseless in a cemetery. What a guy.

~

lucy: Let's eat!

holly: Let's pray first!

skull: [laughs] you need to pray.

lucy: don't you have anything better to do?!?!

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kipps: why on earth did we decide to hole up in the old school house? why? why?!?!?!

lockwood: because the mall was closed. I don't know.

kipps: we passed rei, we passed on oshman's. we passed neiman's, for petes sakes! you're an IDIOT!!!!

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holly: I come from a long line of quasi-lesbian ghost killers!! I'm not scared of your draggy ass!

~

[pre series]

lockwood: I don't wanna be the only kid without a mom!!!!

Jessica: ANTHONY!!!!

lockwood: they beat me up all the time, I don't need another gosh damn reason!!!!

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lockwood: I've been holding this in for too long..... it's time this came out.

lockwood: I gotta poop.

lucy:

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[pre series]

jessica, dragging kipps to lockwood: if he's dead, don't even THINK I'm paying you for watching him.

kipps: ow ow ow ow ow ow OW!!! I SAID OW!!!

Jessica: I heard you and I DON'T CARE!!!!!

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[in a haunted bathroom]

Lockwood: thats a girls restroom and I don't have to go.

George: I do have to go, but I'm pee shy and need my privacy.

Lucy: just SHUT UP and GET INSIDE.

George: they say the bathroom ghost lives here......

holly: in the name of jesus--

George: WHAT ARE YOU DOING CAN YOU STOP THAT?!?!???

holly: I'm casting her out ! :)

[the door opens on its own and everyone screams]

holly, looking at an empty restroom: it worked. huh.

~

theres more but I spent too long already

l&co animated show except its just the ghost stories dub

[elviehun]

So.

The Old Witch Sleep.

(TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-hate, mention of potential self-harm maybe, mental issues galore.)

I don't music, and these are only MY ideas of the song's message, Im not pretending they're the artists' opinion or anything.

So it.Just... SLAPS both my faces so hard. It has this "thing enclosed in another thing" structure. And as it turns out, I'm at the incredibly fortunate place of a transition from a high to a low right AFTER the dizzyingly swift transition from a low to a high and that's fucking awesome because I've been my own sick experiment this time!!! Yay! So my point is that NOW I know why this was the one that crushed my chest the hardest from the first listen! It's because its like the god Janus all in itself. (like most bipolar people I know, that's a pattern I tend to see into every possible thing lol, bear with me)

What I mean is there's everything in it! Both sides! All the paralyzing shackles and figurative self punches and overflowing cups of searching-for-meaning and the pathetic play of pretend and the SPINNING, all that spinning around. Even without looking at the lyrics, just the pacing would be enough. That 'there's no in between' duality: of the resigned-slash-desperate navel gazing of the first half AND the holding-back-naught release of Joey's booming voice in the second. The contemplatively plucked single fucking guitar. Those goddamn shamanic gut-shaking delirious motherfucking DRUMS. The fact that the only transition from one to the other is practically like, one breath? Let me just laugh the ugliest bitter old hag cackles of 'that, children, is exactly how it is'.

Also, sleep/oblivion (my beloved) as a witch, who COULD have uncanny powers ONLY IF we believed in them, ahhaha, how fucking perfect is that, Joey, my love?! Alas, here she's just a powerless, pleading, vaguely motherlike whisper trying to comfort (talking about the millions who know how to play - telling me they're just shadows, they can't stay etc., i interpret this as if the Witch was trying to convince us that the 'normal' people aren't better at this life-thing either, they're just better at ignoring it) but not really succeeding.

Then "you are in the earth of me". The gentle slap in the face. At first I thought that's a bitter resignation to the fact that the storyteller can't get rid of their demons, but on second thought it feels closer to the main theme of the song, which is "I'm not trapped with you, you see, you're the one who's trapped with me". To which I'll get back to in a minute, right after I've bowed a head to the Good Man Grace, who, as a last resort, bless him, tries to yank us back from the edge admitting that yes, we're beaten and broken, but that doesn't mean we're weak. He wants us to fight. Or at least die honourably, trying. He believes in us, but sadly the feeling is not mutual YET. It's a process, and we're not there yet. First another -how brilliant is that!!!- shard full of glass, another kick in the ass from the normies. THAT might be the step we need to do what follows.

So back to where we grin the bittersweet "I'm not trapped with you, you see, you're the one who's trapped with me". As in, okay, I guess I'm fucked for life, but I'm at least bringing the Thing down with me too. I can't get away but I'm not alone with that. We're one. It wouldn't even exist if not for me! Imma take this fucker for a waltz, and we'll see who can squeeze the other's neck tighter. Who can spin faster. Who's gonna make the other puke on the floor first. And while it forces me to look at the most disgusting, weak, wretched images of myself in the mirror, I'm also making it watch me. Look at me. Don't you think I look pretty. Don't you think you look pretty.

And then, then we see the scattered pieces that don't fit. Because, yes, after falling apart and standing back up, those pieces, at least some of them, stay where they clattered down on the bathroom tiles. And honestly, fuck the lot of them. We're better without. I'm better without. Stronger. Intimidating even, because I've been there and back several times. I've been weak, but I've learned from it AGAIN ("I see wit"). Yay. Now I'm leading. And if we go down again, I'll clamber back up again and again. I won't shy away from living it through again. I'll take my fucking time.

"That, children, is exactly how it is" cackles yet again.

This is what I see. It's pretty darn scary to think this is more or less my whole life, but also fucking empowering.

How the hell is he doing this.