#ding dong the witch died

[teawithbee24]

YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

[adarkermiserablecrow]

I'm rewatching B99 s3e1 (the one with peraltiago trying to sneak around and keep their newfound relationship secret and accidentally kill their captain in the process) and damn if that one doesn't have 'buddie gets together between s7 and 8' written all over it

[wolrith]

DING DONG

[vaguely-problematic]

i know wicked is a big hit at the box office now but i still wasn't expecting our very own "ding dong the witch is dead" moment this holiday season

[elliesgaymachete]

yo it sucks that harris/walz campaign and the democratic party in general is trying to cater to the conservative/swing voters. it SUCKS. strategically it makes SENSE but it SUCKS because if they can split the republican vote so it’s literally just the far right extremists voting for trump it could work to keep him from getting elected. but also every day i wake up and hear about the most rancid shit the dems have said or done and this ain’t it. literally i am just HOPING and PRAYING that as soon as trump is gone they stop playing this fucking game

[adams-sinful-wings]

Damn it!!!! The "two" at the hospital need to get to the Studio to see Adam!!!!

CW: Major Character Death!

The limo glides through Pentagram City's chaos, the hum of the engine a low backdrop to Valentino’s excited muttering. He’s already on his phone, making calls and barking orders about the newly acquired ultrasound machines and his “vision” for Adam’s next scenes. Adam, on the other hand, sits silently, staring out the window, clutching the hidden plushie like a lifeline. He barely listens to Valentino, his mind wandering to the baby and the fleeting hope of escape.

The limo slows as they near the studio, but something is immediately wrong. An orange glow flickers in the distance, smoke billowing into the air. As they approach, it becomes horrifyingly clear—the studio is engulfed in flames, fire roaring through the structure. The limo screeches to a halt, and Valentino explodes out of the vehicle, his sunglasses almost flying off in his rage.

Valentino: *yelling, his fists clenched.* What the fuck is this?!

Adam steps out more slowly, his movements hesitant, the heat of the flames and the chaos around him washing over him like a surreal dream. He stares at the blaze, the fire reflecting in his eyes as his lips part slightly in awe.

Adam: *softly, under his breath* It's... beautiful.

Valentino rounds on him, his face twisted in fury.

Valentino: *snapping* Beautiful? Are you fucking kidding me?! That’s my studio! My equipment! My money!

Adam says nothing, his gaze still locked on the inferno, a faint smile threatening to form under his mask. But that small glimmer of hope is quickly extinguished when Valentino grabs him by the arm, yanking him close.

Valentino: *his voice low, dangerous.* Don’t get any ideas, babe. I still own you. Fire or no fire, you’re mine.

Adam’s stomach sinks, the moment of freedom he imagined shattering like glass. Valentino’s grip tightens as he pulls out his phone, furiously dialing someone.

Valentino: *growling into the phone.* Find out how this happened! And don’t stop until you’ve got names! Heads are gonna roll for this—literally!

Behind him, one of his lackeys stammers an explanation.

Lackey: *nervously.* Boss, uh... it looks like it was a power surge. Those, uh, extra power cords you had us set up... they weren’t exactly up to code.

Valentino: *whipping around, his eyes blazing.* Are you telling me this is my fault?!

Lackey: *shrinking back.* No! No, boss! I’m just saying it was, uh, an accident...

Valentino snarls, his wings flaring slightly in his anger. He shoves Adam back toward the limo, his fury spilling over as the fire department arrives in the background, demons scrambling to contain the flames.

Valentino: *shoving Adam into the car.* Get in. We’re not done. I’ll rebuild bigger, better, stronger. This? This is nothing.

Adam slides into the seat, his brief moment of hope snuffed out. He clutches the plushie tighter under the blanket, staring out the window at the inferno.

The limo sped away from the smoldering remains of the studio while Valentino stayed behind and his anger was far from cooled. His phone was pressed tightly against his ear as he barked orders and curses at anyone who dared answer his calls. Meanwhile, his underlings scrambled in the ruins of the studio, trying to salvage what they could amidst the chaos and fire.

Valentino: *gritting his teeth, wings twitching in frustration.* Useless! Every single one of you is fucking useless! How could this even happen?! You all had one job!

In the limo, Adam sat quietly, his hands trembling slightly as he held onto the plushie. His mind was racing, thoughts colliding as he tried to process the surreal events.

Back at the studio, workers frantically moved about, trying to extinguish flames and secure equipment. But in the panic, no one noticed the gas line ruptured by the fire, nor the faint hiss of escaping fuel growing louder with every second.

Valentino:*sneering into the phone.* If I find out one of you idiots left the place wired wrong, I swear, your souls are mine for eternity. Understand?!

Valentino stopped talking as he suddenly heard something, his phone slipping from his hand as a massive explosion erupted behind them.

The force was so powerful that it rocked the limo violently despite it a block away now, shattering the back window and sending Adam sprawling across the seat. Flames and debris shot into the air, consuming the remains of the studio and everyone left inside. The sound was deafening, a shockwave reverberating through the city.

Adam: *lifting his head, dazed, his voice weak.* What... was that?

The limo skidded to a stop as the driver scrambled out, coughing and clutching his ears. Adam sat up slowly, his body aching from the impact. His mask’s face guard had shattered in the chaos, and his blanket was crumpled on the floor. He instinctively touched his stomach, relief washing over him when he felt no immediate pain there.

And then it hit him—something was different. He could feel it in his very core, a strange lightness, like a weight he hadn’t realized he was carrying had been lifted. His soul... it felt free. He blinked, his eyes widening as realization dawned.

Adam: *whispering, almost in disbelief.* He’s... gone *sitting up straighter, his voice trembling with equal parts hope and shock.* He’s... dead. He’s really dead.

Adam’s trembling hand brushed over his chest, his soul no longer bound by Valentino’s cursed contracts. A strange mix of emotions swirled within him—relief, confusion, disbelief, and even a trace of fear. Could it really be over? Could he finally be free?

The remnants of the fire blazed in the distance, but Adam barely noticed. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the suffocating presence of Valentino was gone. He looked down at the plushie still clutched in his hand and exhaled shakily, daring to believe that freedom might truly be his at last.

With a moment of collecting himself, Adam got out of the limo and began limping away from the scene before two figures appeared via a magic portal.

Lucifer: Holy shit…

Alastor: Were we…too late??

Lucifer: *collapses to his knees* I can’t handle this anymore Alastor…I stupidly —

Alastor: Come on Lucifer, let’s go home. I just suppose it was…just not meant to be..

Lucifer: *opens another portal but Alastor picks him it and walks him through it*

[kenisle]

what if on inauguration day we got American Idiot on the billboard hot 100

[burr-ell]

cf edelgard is the henry kissinger of fodlan lmao there are gonna be kids reading about that war like how tf we let her celebrate her 100th birthday who wants to invent the guillotine

[queenhawke]

you just KNOW the in-universe succession memes after logan's death would be great

[timeisacephalopod]

American media is on to me

If American politics wants to be the funniest 2 weeks to a month before the election both Donald Trump and Joe biden would die of natural causes

[stromcuzewon]

i was gonna make a post wondering where the shits fucked guy was but it turns out hes in germany so now im hoping we might get a 2025 remix

[starl1tsky]

genuinely my director is the stupidest woman alive.

[mspbandj]

honestly? yall Americans should be out on the streets. Throwin block parties, blasting crab rave, parting and dancing and visibly celebrating the Untied CEO assassination. Make it absolutely clear that yall are happy about this, that the gunman has your support, and that CEOs, particularly of companies that do active harm to your communities, should be scared.

when Thatcher died, the Brits partied in the streets and got Ding Dong the Witch is Dead to the top of the charts. Bring that energy back.

[nico-drawings]

Didn't see this meme for this new, gotta reblog

[celestial-moths]

The Munchkins: Ding dong, the witch is dead! Hooray! Nobody will miss her! 🥳

Glinda: Hey, actually, her life was really lonely, and she died thinking nobody in the whole world loved her. (Except I did 🥲)

The Munchkins: Haha, yeah! We didn't even think of that! The wicked die alone! 🤣🤣🤣

Glinda: She died alone. 🙃