#babes week

[babes-week]

I wanted this year's Babes Week to center around the idea of 'Yes were sad that the musical is over but it just means another adventure is around the corner'. So in a way we're celebrating what's to come. I hope you all have fun with this week! Let the creativity take you to all the stange and unusual places only your imagination can produce! Have fun!

Create whatever you want as long as it fits within the theme of the day.  Writing, art, crafts, playlists, etc., it doesn’t matter!  Just create!

Just have fun!  Don’t feel pressured to participate, but share the work of others because everyone has always created gorgeous masterpieces. And don’t worry about getting the Day done on the same day, do these at your own pace, whether they take the rest of the week, a month or the rest of the year. This event isn’t going away after May 7th so don’t be afraid to submit whatever you want to contribute after the 7th.

Anonymous submissions will be allowed if you don’t feel comfortable posting your creation on your blog.  Send me a message @ldrmas or an ask privately and I will take care of it!

Note hate will be tolerated or responded to.  I’ll delete any negative comment or ask.  This week is meant to be fun and a way to encourage people to create!

Official Tag to find submissions: BeetleBabes Week 2023

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! 

Beautiful Art by @greatgaspiads​ 

[mordellestories]

Part Four | What Lurks Below | Beetlejuice Podfic

[walltowallfandoms]

Babes Week: Well, That Went Horribly...

Lydia reflects on her summoning of BJ to save the Maitlands, and how horribly that went...or was it really so bad after all?

(Also readable on AO3 and here)

Well, that went horribly, Lydia thought to herself, for what was probably the thousandth time.

When she had seen what the supposed "seance" had been doing to the Maitlands—essentially exorcising them, making their spirits deteriorate to resemble their decaying and buried bodies—she had understandably panicked. She had been this close to losing the only two friends she'd had at the time, and had no way of stopping it. No way of halting it. No way of doing anything at all.

On her own.

But, if she'd had help...someone who could do something, anything at all...

The panic had made her desperate. Her desperation had led her to call on the guy who had terrorized her parents earlier. Clearly, he'd had power, more than the Maitlands, and certainly more than Lydia herself.

So. She had ran to the model of the town that Adam had made, where she knew that guy had been hanging out, and had said the magic words.

Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.

And so she'd given him the power to help the Maitlands. And himself.

She had known the deal. He'd told her, in no uncertain terms (and had even stressed that those weren't his terms), what her end of the bargain would have to be. And she had agreed, with barely a second thought. But of course she had–she'd been desperate.

And so, once that creep had saved her friends, he had expected her to fulfill her end of the deal. Which was getting married to him. To a ghost. To a poltergeist. To the spirit of a long dead man.

Which hadn't been an unreasonable expectation on his part, she had to admit. She had, after all, agreed to it.

But it had been out of desperation. So she hadn't been exactly eager to go through with it.

Luckily, even after all attempts to send him back to whatever slimey hole he had crawled out of, the so-called wedding had been interrupted. By Barbara, riding on a sandworm, which had then eaten her groom.

And so that had been that. Lydia's ghostly friends had been saved, she herself didn't have to be married to a dead guy, and somehow everyone in the house had learned to co-exist.

Life had gotten better for all of them, especially her. Lydia's depression had eased up, she had enrolled in the local girls' school, and she had even made friends.

So...maybe it hadn't gone horribly, after all.

Lydia rolled over in bed, and looked at the ring on her left hand. A reminder of her wedding that had been so heroically interrupted.

But interrupted just slightly too late. The priest (or whatever he was) had just finished pronouncing them husband and wife. Barely.

Lydia smiled to herself and got out of bed, walking over to her vanity, and sat down in front of it, looking into the mirror.

All she had to do was say those magic words, and he would appear. With a smile on his creepy, disgusting face. With a light in his eyes that belonged in someone more alive. With love on his face.

Love for her. Just for her. As he had said, repeatedly, since that night.

Lydia glanced down at her ring again, then giggled.

He'd wanted out, to be in control, and not bound by the rules and laws of the dead. He'd wanted freedom. Utter freedom. Not having to answer to anyone.

Well, that had gone horribly for him. Now, he was bound to her. And he had to come whenever she called.

Lydia looked up at the mirror to see a slightly wicked glint in her eyes, then said those magic words.

"Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice."

That went horribly for him, Lydia thought. But it went well for me.

[dreamed-for-not]

I am so terrible at cross promoting it’s not even funny. Anyways, final chapter for Babes Week is done.

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[ballpitwitch]

𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐍𝐉 - 𝟏𝟎/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟑

[muppetminge]

wow i love twitter sm.

on a serious note - i think it's funny to portray women not wearing make-up as silly and childish when you're the one apparently caring so much about what other people are doing to their faces.

ask yourself: why do you find bare faces not appropriate for formal events? why does it bother you to see a woman without makeup? how does it effect you? why do you think it effects you?

you're so insistent that there are no societal pressures at play, that women are doing this exclusively for themselves and for the joy of it - then where does this urge to force it on women who don't find joy in it come from? why does it annoy you to see women in their natural way of being? it's a choice, but also there's a right choice, apparently, and anyone stepping out of line shoud be promptly shamed into submission. right?

"a little (whatever) never hurt anybody" okay and neither does a bare face. grow up.

[baileyjayy1]

If I unveil this present 🎁 will you suck it?🍆

[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

[rythyme]

"your evil dad is sending a secret agent to mpreg you so he can sell your ass baby for profit at his human trafficking auction" <- real actual plot point on thai prime time tv

[highheelsandtattoomachines]

HH&TM Hottie of the Week, 2024 week 19:

Kate Süsz

Instagram: katereplay

[babes-week]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Beetlejuice - Perfect/Brown & King, Beetlejuice - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Beetlejuice & Lydia Deetz Characters: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Nightmare, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Blood and Violence, Bad Art Summary:

Lydia wakes up from a nightmare.

[crystalthayerr7]

Suck it or leave it?

[xyxofspades]

They are NOT subtle

@fish-donna-week

[myfriendgoo94]

Here take these pics of me in my underwear that i took a week ago and forgot to post anywhere