Oh do not tell the priest our plight
For he would call it a sin
But we’ve been out in the woods all night
Conjuring summer in

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Oh do not tell the priest our plight
For he would call it a sin
But we’ve been out in the woods all night
Conjuring summer in
Beetlejuice (1988) dir. Tim Burton
Do I Wanna Know cover by Hozier.
“The nights are mainly made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day….”
@f-unny-bones inquired: “So quick to jump at your Captain’s command~ the perfect little pet."
THE SOUND OF THIS CREATURE’S voice is laced with humor OR hatred, both, as he discerns it. it gives Spock the strength to face it, to lift his chin, & stare it in the eyes. the visage that greets him is disturbingly unfamiliar. an instinct to understand, to search for where it comes from, of what it might be, flood his visual cortex, overlaying many perspectives & possible solutions of what he must do. out loud, he demands it, ❝ who are you? ❞
Ah, funny little mortals. They don’t quite ask the question they truly want to know. Dual green irises looked him over, taking in the slight green tinge to his skin that hinted at the color of the blood that leaked out around him and the elegant point of his ears and wondered what else about him might be different than human. He wanted to cut him open to find out firsthand, as was often the urge he got when meeting these new species the humans liked to bring back with them from space. But no, that would end the fun of watching him all too soon. Instead, he leaned casually against his sotoba, flashing a saccharine smile to the injured man. “Who am I? Why, just a lowly undertaker, so that’s what they call me.”
you don’t get to die && be reborn the same. you come back, but you come back wrong. this is the price you pay for r e s u r r e c t i o n.
“Oh my. Looks like you’re in a bit of a tight spot~”
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Do I know what’s going on in the manga anymore? Absolutely not. Tell me when Unny is back.
Vincent van Gogh, Head of a skeleton with a burning cigarette (1886) / Halsey, Gasoline (2015)
my chemical romance - helena | circa 2005
helena // a summoning…