#celebrity graves

[princesssarisa]

I happen to be in LA for a few days, so I paid a quick visit to one of the most star-studded cemeteries, Westwood Village Memorial Park.

By the way, the sod over John Cassavetes' and Lady Rowlands' side-by-side graves was obviously different than the rest of the lawn, as if their plot had recently been opened and then re-covered. So I'm positive that Gena Rowlands is buried there next to her husband and her mother, even though there's no marker for her yet.

[formeryelpers]

Pierce Brothers Westwood Memorial Park, 1218 Glendon Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90024

This is one of the smallest and most hidden cemeteries that I’ve ever visited. You can walk right by and not notice it. Look for the Pierce Brothers Westwood Village Memorial Park sign on Glendon and follow the arrows. The cemetery is flat with a grassy lawn area surrounded by above ground crypts. There’s a garden area towards the back with a combination of crypts and in-ground graves.

Most people probably come here to see Marilyn Monroe. She’s buried in an above ground crypt right next to Hugh Hefner.

Many celebrities are interred here, including Armand Hammer, Burt Lancaster, Truman Capote, Jackie Collins, Eva Gabor, Don Knotts, Ray Bradbury, Karl Malden, Kirk Douglas, Carroll O’Connor, George C. Scott, Walter Matthau, John Cassavetes, Billy Wilder, Jack Lemmon, Peter Falk, Merv Griffin, Rodney Dangerfield, Farrah Fawcett, Natalie Wood, Dorothy Stratten, and Florence Henderson.

There are a few private areas (not open to the public). A few of the celebrities interred here are in unmarked graves, including Roy Orbison, Frank Zappa, and George C. Scott.

The cemetery doesn’t look that amazing but it’s nice and well-maintained.

4 out of 5 stars.

By Lolia S.

[frooogscream]

How to find Joe Meek’s grave

I don’t know if any one’s interested but in case other people would also like to pay Joe Meeks grave a visit sometime, here are the infos I had to google myself together (and the more time consuming and annoying part of finding him on the graveyard)

Adress: Newent Cemetery, Watery Lane GL18 1QG, Newent, Forest of Dean district, Gloucestershire

Bus: 32 from Gloucester transport hub (opposite of entrance railway station) to Newent (about 25min), bus stop: the co-op go a few meters back into the direction the bus arrived from ,first street on the left is already Watery Lane, just follow Watery Lane for about 10 min. Just when you walked by the Newent community school, the graveyard is on the right side, you should also see the top of the gate building from the street.

View when approaching:

Joe’s grave: When you’re through the gate-building, there are two diagonal walkways dividing the graveyard in three areas, Joes grave is in the middle area There’s also a horizontal walkways in about the middle of the cemetery, the grave is in the ninth row behind the walkway. It’s on the seventh plot counting from the right walkway (although not all of the plots currently have gravestones on them but it’s a grid layout so you can count from the rows in front)

Please bring Joe some flowers, he was such a brilliant music/audio engineering pioneer, should be a queer icon tbh and after all he went through at least he deserves that. He shouldn’t be forgotten in a graveyard in some backwater town. I’d do it more often myself but sadly I don’t live in the UK. And an idea I’d like to pitch to my fellow little queers: can we make it a thing to leave Joe lipstick kisses on his gravestone like we do with Oscar Wilde?

[borgialucrezia]

"I am not a tyrant, as my enemies are saying everywhere, and I do not want other witness than the cities of Romagna, which under my government have begun to discover the tranquility and peace that they had not even dreamed of, nor enjoyed, in the past times." — Cesare Borgia to Guidobaldo da Montefeltro

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CESARE BORGIA (13 September 1475)

[swan2swan]

Brooklynn's dads really went to her funeral twice, huh.

[greenliar]

let’s have a black celebration

today marks one year since the start of my gideon hyperfixation, not only this guy is responsible for the lot of my artworks but kinda influenced my own personal life which is insane. i had to draw something pomptous for the ocassion

(and special thanks to every fellow gideon lovers for liking my art, everytime i see same people interacting with my drawings i go happyyy ^_^ )

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Graveyard in Lofoten – Thorolf Holmboe // ivy – Taylor Swift

[demonkinguwu]

Skully J. Graves

The Pumpkin Prince

Future King of all Halloween 🎃

[princesssarisa]

Have you visited all these celebrity graves? I've obviously visited some of them – several I visited just today – but not all.

Maybe next time I come to LA, I should visit Forest Lawn Hollywood Hills for the first time, and see Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher's tomb and Judith Barsi's grave, among others.

[lunarrolls]

eyes of the grave pinned on the head of a hero

[jgvfhl]

Uhhhhh......... my hand slipped? Yeah.... yeah... um @cod-dump @totally-not-fandom @worldseer and the reference pic below the cut

[thegnomelord]

A mostly random combination of dialogue and action prompts to celebrate all of you bc, seriously, ya'll are amazing :),

Rules: Max 2 characters for a prompt but then it's gonna be poly, you can specify reader's gender/specific au/if characters are trans or cis. I'm only doing a prompt once. I tagged the characters I'm confident writing for but ya'll can ask for other ones :Dd. + indicates what's taken but i've yet to write.

Remaining free prompts: 21, 24, 27, 31

I only do Male/GN reader.

Game lasts until the 1st of December

"Do you-" "If you suggest I sit in your lap I'll kill you."

“That’s enough. Take a cold shower and when you’re done come back to me.  Don’t dress yourself.  No drying off."

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.”

“You look like you want to devour them.” +

“My feelings aren’t real and my heart’s a fucking idiot.”

"This doesn't mean anything, right? We're just friends?" +

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

"If this is a joke it isn't funny."

"You have a piercing where?"

“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?” +

“That could be us.” “That is us.” +

"What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public." +

"Get up." +

"I’m in a good mood today, you may choose your punishment this time but only if you ask for it politely." +

"Come here. Sit in my lap and tell me what you want." +

"What are you doing up so late?" +

Oral as punishment +

Sex after a near death experience +

Becoming self-conscious after the clothes come off +

Trusting enough to give up control

Discussing boundaries before doing something new in bed

Playing with their hand. +

Washing their hair

Trying to find those little souvenirs with your names on it

Drunk confessions

Pulling them closer by the back of the neck

Going to sleep after an argument

Forehead kisses

A hug from behind

Kissing scars

Somehow your training session turns into a tickle fight

Finding their OnlyFans account

[unanchored-ship]

quick doodle for polks bday

[twstddream]

I'm gonna spoil an idea I have for a fic, because it may never actually be written.

This idea works from the theory that Skully is actually from the past and might even be a spirit (or ghost) himself that somehow was sucked into the book either when he was alive and 16, and the contents and world as well as time of the book are anamolous. Or that Skully had died years prior, his soul tied itself to the book, and his conciousness was "awakened" with new visitors being sucked into the book that his soul is presumably trapped in.

I re-watched Anohana recently and have recieved visions of Skully acting in the place of Menma. Skully himself is unaware of how much time as actually passed since his arrival in the world ov TNBC, and upon meeting the others assumes they're all from the same time, namely, his time. It would explain why he uses "wagahai" as a self-refferential pronoun (it is unused in modern day and is considered an archaic way of speaking), why he doesn't recognize Malleus' name or who he is, why he doesn't know of the magic stones that mages use now (since it's been said that magic stones weren't always around and had been introduced fairly late into Twisted Wonderland's history) and why his ideas of Halloween are very survival-based, and less leisurely like it is in modern times. Jack Skellington could very well have existed in Twisted Wonderland, but has been forgotten and lost to time. (Probably because his story and very existence deals with alternate worlds)

Anyway. Yuu and co. eventually realize that Skully is not from the same time that they are. This is where my direection for the fic gets a little wonky:

When completing the story of TNBC and the event is over, Skully still lingers. So now it's up to Yuu to grant his wish so he can go to the afterlife and reincarnate.

It is still during the event that Yuu tries to grant Skully's wish, hoping to placate him out of his plans in the process. So now Yuu, Grim, and Jack (essentially the kidnapped trio) attempt to get him to move on from his plans, celebrate Halloween, and get his soul to leave the book.

[sv5sam]

Every time a Ferrari celebrates McLaren an angel shoots itself

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello! Sorry I never did any requests before and not sure how to do it… If it's ok, can I request Smut #4 and Angst #2 together for Graves, please? I think it could be fun 😅 thank you🙏💖

When Things Go Wrong

Masterlist

Contains: Smut, Dom Phillip Graves, spanking, fingering, subdrop angst, fluff, aftercare.

971 words

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Phillip has to leave for work at the worst time.

Phillip knew he shouldn't laugh, that would only encourage you but as you geared up to run away from him after flicking powdered sugar at the face, he couldn't help himself. You took off, and he followed hot on your heels, reaching his long arms out as you dodged away from him. "Come here now, you little brat."

You looked behind you and stuck out your tongue. "Nope."

You took off up the stairs, doing your best to evade him as he grew closer. He finally grabbed you just as you tried to enter the bedroom. He grinned and pressed his lips to your ear. "Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." You struggled, knowing you wouldn't be able to break free, and he walked you to the bed. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

You nipped his hand, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to let him know the game was still on, and he chuckled as he threw you over his knee. "Alright then, you're asking for it."

The pause before he ripped your pants down let you know he was waiting for you to consent. "Yes, I am."

Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the cool air hit it, and his hand came down in a solid smack. "Like that, or softer or harder?"

He gave you another one at the same force, and you felt heat spread through your core. "Like that."

His hand came down twice again, once on each cheek, before his hand rubbed your skin soothingly. "Ok, Darlin', I hear you loud and clear.

The hits kept coming until you were limp and panting on his lap and his hand slid slowly from where it was calming the skin on your ass to your core. "Fucking shit you're wet." His fingers moved through the mess between your legs before his thumb found your clit as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you.

Your brain was so fuzzy you could barely moan, and not even the sound of his phone ringing broke you from the haze as you started to climb the peak. The hand on your back left you while his fingers stayed between your legs. "What the fuck do you want? I'm very busy right now with something important."

The authority in his tone only served to make things worse, and he felt a huff when he felt you clench around his fingers. He wasn't giving the voice on the other end time to reply, and he was getting more and more angry as they spoke. "For fucks sake, I'll be there but whoever let this happen is in so much shit they're going to wish I shot them."

He hung up the phone, and his fingers slowed before he finally pulled his hand away and helped you sit up. His hand was on your cheek, stroking softly as he brought you back to earth, but you were already halfway there with the sudden change. You blinked and took in a shuddering breath. "Is everything alright?"

He ground his jaw and pressed his lips together to stop himself from swearing. "Shit's gone sideways at work and they need me there." He pressed his forehead to yours as you leaned your weight onto him. "I hate leaving you like this y/n but I gotta go. I'll be home as soon as I can."

You nodded. "It's ok, I understand. I'll be fine."

He smiled softly and gave you a gentle kiss. "Ok, I text you as much as I can."

You kissed him back and did your best to collect yourself. "Alrighty then. I'll be fine, don't worry. I love you."

He pecked you quickly as he moved away from you. "Love you too."

His hand lingered on your cheek as he got up and left, and with another breath, you went downstairs to clean the mess you had left in the kitchen.

As the afternoon went on, you only felt worse, a bone deep tiredness settling into your bones as your emotions grew more and more unpleasant. You did your best to fix it. You had something to eat and drink, went on a walk and took a nap, but nothing helped, and by the time Phillip had returned, you could feel a shake starting in your hands.

The dam finally broke when you laid eyes on him, and panic stole the breath from your chest as he rushed over. "Hey, hey, what's going on."

You tried to take a deep breath and gestured to your throat, and he placed both hands on your face as he looked into your eyes. "You're having a panic attack." His jaw clenched he took a deep breath to stop himself from losing his temper. "I'm not surprised with how I left you."

He took your hand and placed it on his chest, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Breathe with me Darlin, just try and match me." Your chest heaved, and he smiled softly. "Just like that, good girl."

It didn't take long for you to calm down and he took you into his arms as you started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."

He stiffened, and his voice turned stern. "Hey, I never want to hear that again. This was my fault, and the last thing you're being is silly." You buried your head in his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

"Thank you." Aside from feeling like you could sleep for a year, you were starting to feel like yourself again.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and helped you stand up. "How about a nice hot bath?"

You nodded. "I'd like that."

He smiled and took your hand. "Great."

Fin