- ❛ if i didn’t know any better i’d think you are making a threat. ❜ - ❛ well, do you? ❜ - ❛ do i what? ❜ - ❛ know better. ❜
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- ❛ if i didn’t know any better i’d think you are making a threat. ❜ - ❛ well, do you? ❜ - ❛ do i what? ❜ - ❛ know better. ❜
MUSICAL STARTERS VOL.1 BEETLEJUICE MICHAEL MCDOWELL, LARRY WILSON
❛ It’s showtime. ❜
❛ I’ve seen the exorcist about 167 times, and it keeps getting funnier every single time I see it. ❜
❛ I’m the ghost with the most, babe. ❜
❛ Never trust the living. ❜
❛ I myself am strange and unusual. ❜
❛ Thanks, I’ve been feeling a little flat. ❜
❛ A little gasoline…blowtorch…no problem. ❜
❛ Go ahead, make my millennium! ❜
❛ Unhappy? What did you expect? You’re dead! ❜
❛ My whole life is a dark room, one big, dark room. ❜
❛ Come on a little closer! Step right up! Test your strength! ❜
❛ I wanna be dead too. ❜
❛ I didn’t realise you were into the supernatural. ❜
❛ Don’t mind her. She’s still upset, because somebody dropped a house on her sister. ❜
❛ We’re dead. I don’t think we have very much to worry about anymore. ❜
❛ These aren’t my rules. Come to think of it, I don’t have any rules. ❜
❛ You have got to take the upper hand in all situations or people, whether they’re dead or alive, will walk all over you. ❜
❛ I am alone. I am utterly alone. ❜
❛ They were trying to scare you away, and you didn’t get scared. ❜
❛ Please, they’re dead. It’s a little late to be neurotic. ❜
❛ What’s the good of being a ghost if you can’t frighten people away? ❜
❛ The only one I think I can deal with is Edgar Allan Poe’s daughter. I think she understands me. ❜
❛ At least someone’s life hasn’t been upheaved. ❜
❛ Here hold that for me, would ya? ❜
❛ Not so fast. We’re gonna have some laughs. ❜
❛ Come on. Think of it as a marriage of inconvenience, okay? We both get something. ❜
❛ I’m tellin’ ya, honey, she meant nothin’ to me. Nothin’ at all! ❜
❛ I’m feeling a little, ooh, anxious if you know what I mean. It’s been about six hundred years after all. ❜
❛ The man next to me is the one I want. You asked me, I’m answering. Yes, I love that man of mine. ❜
❛ Who do I have to kill? ❜
maybe lesbian yearning is just diaval being indebted to maleficent only to fall madly in love with her and proceed to have a 5 year long intimate relationship burdened by the fact that he lacks the vocabulary and understanding of human customs to articulate that he does In Fact love her deeply and wants to make her his wife... maybe that’s just what lesbianism is actually about baby!!!!!!!!
diaval is 6’5” of pure butch whoopass like. hes supposedly serving maleficent but maybe we should all be serving him instead 🤧
“Most women are dull and stupid. But not Miss Lister.”
MALEFICENT. mistress.
THE BLINDING RUSH OF LONG-DENIED BLISS boils in her veins, girlish almost, as pure as she had been when closing her eyes to a sleep that’d taken her wings. her fingers that had clutched his hand to the paling as he dragged her to solitary, now grow frigid when he slips away & fear brutally strikes the beat of her pulse. ❛ what ? ❜ it’s naught but a whisper, barely audible, a hiccup of a cry trapped in her throat. horrors flow over her as timid looking rivers that swallow deers & trees whole, salt brims the gleam of her greens fallen martyr to mist. ❛ you don’t know what you are saying. ❜ a hiss. wounded animal. — a tremor that mirrors his entraps her as a songbird nestless in winter gust, swollen tears she has hardly kept at bay with helpless heavy blinks stream down the ivory of her flesh. ❛ i wouldn’t have you lie to me ! —– i couldn’t take it. ❜ fury her armour, though the pleading whistle in her breath through its cracking : a whole new face, fresh as a snake. she storms closer, a push he & she alike know all too well could have been easily deadly, land but a soft thud on his chest that she had rested a relieving touch minutes past. ❛ i kissed you because i’m a fool. not because it was convenient. —- i kissed you because i’d missed you too much to wait. i’m a bloody weak fool that gave in to what i knew could never be mine. ❜ she stumbles away, the sobs that’d dressed the poison she spat grow thicker, wrap a choking hand around her throat. ❛ you don’t love me. how could you love me ? ❜ a plea, a begging to be held, to hear what she swore would never believe. ❛ —- how could you love me back ? ❜
❛ DO YOU KNOW? do you know what you’re saying? ❜ years & years behind that brambled bank had not made her kind, but there are wounds for wounds; he does not shy from afflicting her with his own. ❛ I AM NOT STEFAN. --- i do not lie to you, i would not betray your trust. you asked me to be your wings & so i became them. ❜ his voice is struck by grief & sullied with black tears. ❛ but i became so much more, also. ❜ the scars of every beast between him & that raven pitch across his body in thick, sappy bands: dimples, nicks & gashes, all at her behest, & not a single regret for any one; when he stumbles backwards, her handprint burns hot as iron. ❛ --- i was your servant above all else, but i did not become your bedfellow out of duty. surely-- surely i’m not mad . . . you felt it too. ❜ his desperation is tangible, pungent, red. he does not close the space between them, but neither does he ream it further with his fury any longer. ❛ I LOVE YOU. i-- i want you to be mine . . . as i have been yours! that is marriage! to have & to hold, & everything else it implies. --- i want you to be my wife. is that not . . . satisfactory? --- have i asked so little? ❜
❛ I WANT YOU TO BE MY W - ❜ the bustle of the courtyard dulls in comparison to the furious ticking that erupts inside his head. heat clutches his throat in briary branches as he wills himself strides astray from her figure, that now, as always, seems so dainty against all the tales of her as dusky horrors. ❛ i want you to be my wife! --- i love you! & you know that, you’ve always known it. you feel it as i do & yet you never gave me the words to convey it! ❜ his large black eyes have gone heavy & moorish, & he trembles all over in a way that is so achingly unorthodox to his fowlish form. ❛ but now. NOW you would flaunt me as a--- as a prize? because its--- convenient . . . for you? that is not love! that is not what ripens a marriage! ❜
- ❛ did you bump your head? ❜ - ❛ yes. ❜
MALEFICENT. mistress.
❛ AS IF YOU’D KNOW OF SUCH. — beastie will be upset if i don’t go, you said so yourself. — ❜ frigid glare glimmering at the corner of greens wildfire. resentment that swells cracked like a dying breath. ❛ i just don’t want to break her heart. nothing will come of it. you are a fool if you think i’d let my daughter get feasted on. — i’d rather her see it herself than have her believe lies. ❜
❛ WOULDN’T I THOUGH? ❜ his black eyes careen the curves of her figure, briefly transfixed on all that’s ever been laid bare; it crosses his mind that his boldness is misplaced, a tragic side effect of his ever-growing restlessness. however, the cost is worth the prize. ❛ --- if i may be frank, mistress . . . you aren’t one to hold their temper. & it’s likely the queen is similarly disinclined to hold her disdain for the fae . . . ❜ his amusement is scarcely contained, bolstered more by her displeasure. ❛ something will come of it, though not, i imagine, what her highness nor her betrothed were hoping for. ❜