#but it’s actually his funeral

[carelessflower]

Anh’s list of top tier angsty scenes in Chinese drama that’s so good someone make a Malec au for this (1/4)

Drama: Goodbye My Princess

Context: the guy get ambushed while on a mission in the girl’s country, she saved him, he faked his identity and they fall in love. the day of the wedding, he brought his troop with him to take over the girl’s tribe and killed her granddad in front of her. then they both jumped in a lost river and loose their memory. he got made a crown prince and she the assigned bride. but then she got her memory back, she couldn’t deal with not being able to kill him for killing her family or the two countries at war again. this can be the PERFECT malec scene omg just image all the angsty feeling aghhh the I forgive you the last wish promise me you will be happy

[mettywiththenotes]

Noticing that Jax hasn't gotten to do what he wants for 2 episodes (at least not fully, he's usually held back by the others to a frustrating degree) and at the end of both he is forced to see right before his eyes that the people in the circus care about one another and he noticeably brushes off or avoids that fact

I just think these expressions are very interesting

[lionessprince]

Cole is so associated with death it makes my head hurt that no one’s really done anything with it (especially the showrunners I think they forgot)

he was a fucking ghost for three whole seasons a fucking ghost I don’t even have any other way to elaborate on that because that should I feal like enough to back up my point and also his mom the previous master of earth is also a ghost bc she’s dead

his element is earth which you think would be associated with plants and life and shit but no. His main colour is black there are no ties with him and nature just what’s below the ground (mostly rocks) but yk what’s also below the ground, specially six feat bellow ground? Dead peaple and yk what peaple wear when they put those dead peaple in the ground black

[patrothestupid]

funeral director cat

[pcktknife]

pokemon oc redraw <3

[upsidedog]

god the scene in season one where jonathan comes home to joyce and lonnie on the couch drinking together is harrowing. it makes me want to cry just thinking about it, your brother is dead, your mom is horrible mental state and is now also introducing your abusive father back into your house. what a fucking nightmare.

[al-luviec]

zane + nya parallels

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

i am begging one single person in this entire show to consider, for perhaps one single second, THE POSSIBILITY THAT THERE IS A REASON HOUSE HATES HIS DAD THIS MUCH

[sukibenders]

It's really tiring to see, when people are having discussions about Nettles and how integral her plot is, about how wrong with would be to give Rhaena that plot while ignoring/diminishing the one she originally had, about so many of the black characters are done dirty and disrespected in comparison to their treatment in the book (though they were white in the original text) to have all these necessary conversations, only to be met with responses "Oh, It's not bad/serious, you're just complaining/making things up" or about how grateful we should be to just have these characters, as we if don't have the right to critique how they are portrayed. Like, at this point, if you don't have anything of value to add to the conversation, then just stay out of it.

[frobby]

I think one of the funniest framings of the first ep of blue exorcist is hypothetically Yukio and bon met cuz they originally shared a dorm only for Yukio to immediately leave and not return until a week later and now he's his teacher

[stormbros]

Post campaign 3 one-shot idea: Chet's Funeral

[symphonyincoordination]

[loverofstufflof]

36 Questions Shadowpeach AU

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT—

Okay now we got a mood set

I keep hearing them… when listening to the OST… and I blacked out…

(36 Questions is a musical about an estranged couple trying to repair their relationship by meeting each other all over again, for those who don’t see the vision)

Some minor character assignments I’ve decided on:

FFM monkeys as Henry (the duck)

Xiaotian Quan (Erlang Shen’s dog) as the “golden retriever” Jase petsits when meeting Natalie

Camel Ridge Trio as Natalie’s parents (in terms of plot device, not… you know…)

Celestial guards as “men in suits”

The Not Mayor as Lisa (Jase’s ex-wife)

Bai He as Cooper (Jase’s kid)

And special shoutout to the biggest character assassination: Ruyi Jingu Bang, for being demoted to the phone Judith records everything on, because how else am I meant to represent the catalyst for everything going wrong?

Not sure who to assign Jase’s moms as, so if anyone has any suggestions, I’m happy to hear em. Give me the dumbest ideas you can think of!

Really just all of the fucked up past Judith talks about I’m replacing with Wukong’s Havoc in Heaven; makes things easier.

A lot of the established LMK timeline is gonna be a skewed a bit to fit in with the 36 Q plot. Mac and Shi Hou meet after the Journey, not before, and Shi Hou lies about his name to not be associated with his past self, because redemption! We all know how that ends up, though

[aaandbackstabbed]

[at Goldie’s funeral]

Scrooge: could I just have a moment alone with her

Other guest: yes of course.

Scrooge, leaning over her casket: okay, listen here missy, I know you’re not fucking dead

Goldie: yeah no kidding dipshit

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

italian immigrant raises huge sums of money on a cargo 200. god bless america

[ruvviks]

// wip day.

i'm working on a new project that is (for once) not connected to any of my bigger original universes, so i thought i'd share some of the writing i have for it! taglist down below, feel free to take this opportunity to share your own wips (in a separate post of course) if you have any!! the first part is a sort of introduction to the story, from the perspective of main character marshall! the second part is a snippet from a scene much further into the story, to kind of paint a picture (for both you and myself lol) of what the setting and the tone of the story is gonna be like. it's a bit different writing than what you're used to from me so please take a moment to read the warnings first!! warnings >> blood, cult, death, implied cannibalism, gore, religion, violence

God won't speak to me.

He spoke to my sister when we were eleven, her howls echoing through the backyard of our childhood home as the venom of a wasp spread quickly through her veins.

He spoke to my mother the day we buried her oldest son, the hem of her alcohol-stained dress torn where it had caught on the thorns of a blackberry bush she had blankly passed through.

He spoke to my father the day he put the barrel of a .44 in his mouth, reenacting what he had classified a sin for all the wrong reasons, his trembling finger on the trigger strong enough to rip apart the last tendon holding our family together yet not to finish the job.

I was eighteen, when I was found on the river bank near Overture, Louisiana, the sharp end of a jagged knife plunged deep within my side and my bloodied hands clutching the cross necklace of my brother, my breathing akin to the ice cold shallow water grazing at my ankles as I stared up at the star-spotted sky with glazed over eyes, blue chapped lips shaped in the final hum of a prayer.

A black abyss stared back, a strained vacuum without comfort, leaving me with a plea unheard and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

And God did not answer.

'Gotta dig… Just gotta dig. Gotta get 'em out of there… Gotta take 'em home…'

The physical distance between Marshall and the grave did not muffle the continuous mumbling, the shaky voice of the young priest clear as day like a whisper directly in his ear as the eerie silence looming over the church's cemetery left him with not much else to focus on. He knew he should turn around and leave, at that hour of the night— get back in his car and return to Posey in the motel, get some sleep while he still could— yet curiosity held him tight within its grasp, and each step he took pushed him closer into the wrong direction.

'Just the bones… Just the bones…'

The man was hunched over, back turned towards Marshall and partially obscured by the few last rows of gravestones stood between the two of them. His neck twitched— a sudden and unexpected movement at an angle Marshall did not hold for possible, yet it had happened entirely too fast for him to clearly see.

'Hey, is everything alright?' he called out; well against his better judgment, hairs on his forearms standing up straight as his feet carried him another few inches closer to the priest.

And the closer he got, the more he wished he had listened to himself.

If he had just turned away, he wouldn't have had to notice the unusual and unplaceable noises bubbling up from the priest's direction. He wouldn't have had to realize the priest was sat next to a coffin, yet to be lowered into an undug grave. (A curious practice, but Marshall was not one to judge— Overture'd had to endure a rather tiresome series of curiosities as of late, and an unburied corpse in the middle of bumfuck Louisiana in the midst of a yet to be explained power cut would be the least of its problems.)

'Just the bones…. Gotta dig… Gotta bring 'em home.'

'Do you need help?' Marshall persistently asked, his voice muffled by the thrumming of his own heart in his eardrums while his eyes trailed over the coffin— splintered and shattered at the lid, the glimmer of the distant church lights barely enough to reveal the outline of an axe resting on the dirt at the priest's ankles.

'Have to do it, there's no other way. Gotta dig, gotta dig, gotta dig—'

'Hey!'

Marshall should have never stayed in town.

He realized that now, as the priest's obsessive muttering came to a sudden stop forcing Marshall to hold still too— yet he had already approached too closely, and realized that no dirt had been dug in at all, and realized that the priest's hands were instead stuck inside the coffin repeatedly plunging deeper and deeper into the rotting remains of the corpse inside, once white vestment covered in blood and gore and he stared up at Marshall with a faint glow in two milky white eyes and with a wide grin exposing bloodied and shattered teeth, much akin to a predator looking at its next prey.

'Just the bones,' he repeated, the nodding of his head nearly belittling— as if to convince Marshall this was how it was supposed to be, as if to convince him the Word of God was not to be neglected and his fate as a sinner was a gift to the Divine Light and as if to convince him as long as he would not struggle it would all be over soon.

'Gotta dig.'

Marshall could not move, lamb to the slaughter as the priest rose to his feet with the axe in his hand.

'Just the bones! Gotta take 'em home.'

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