#gravedigging

[veredias]

Music stuff i did on malmal (public drawing website) over the last year.

[soft-pine]

spn20rewatch: 3.15 time is on my side

one of the things that i track in my rewatch notes spreadsheet is who is responsible for dealing with a corpse. and surprise surprise, it's most often dean. this episode is no different. the demon they're interrogating for information doesn't survive the exorcism and dean goes off to bury his body, presumably with these words still echoing in his head:

DEMON: Go ahead. Send me back to hell… 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you…with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester.

after that they head to the morgue.

death is an inescapable part of hunting - most of which are triggered by one or more people's deaths (as this one is). and even if that's not the case, they often result in the discovery of a spirit of a dead person or the death of a creature.

it's actually really tragic to think about dean's headspace in these last few episodes of s3. he's clearly feeling the visceral weight of the deal's timeline coming to a close. last episode ended with him describing himself as "really scared." and yet, even if he wants to try to maintain the veneer of normalcy and work his job, death is all around him.

and as rufus puts it, his impending death was always a certainty:

RUFUS: Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us... there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming. DEAN: Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine? RUFUS: I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive. But you won't.

knowing what happens to dean, to rufus, to bela makes this episode one of the darkest in spn. they all deserved so much better. over and over they deserved better.

dean often gets criticized for not being kinder to bela in this episode. but this is fundamentally a tragedy. he doesn't know the full story of her childhood. and, if she had succeeded, she would have killed him and sent him to hell then and there - three weeks early. when she's on the phone with dean crying to ask for help, she's sitting on the edge of a bed with two bullet holes through the middle. of course, OF COURSE she doesn't deserve a single thing that the demons have done to her or will do. and it fucking sucks this is the end of her story line. but dean isn't wrong to be angry.

[captainicequeen555]

INKTOBER Day 30. Skeleton

Sometimes your job is entertaining, sometimes it gets weird...other times you get to someone's last wish come true...

And other times you have to dig someone's grave to get back other someone's jewellery

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Abigail Lawrie - REVAMP MAGAZINE

The website of ReVamp

You can be seen this summer in the new series of Good Omens alongside David Tennant and Michael Sheen - who do you play in the show and what appealed to you about the role? 

I play Elspeth  - a grave digger living on the streets in Victorian Edinburgh who digs up bodies for a local doctor to earn extra money. The role was so far from anything I’d played before! The show is wonderful and weird and funny so that’s what appealed to me most. And Douglas McKinnon who directed it was brilliant, he knows that universe inside out and has such a clear vision so working with him was fascinating.

What was your experience like working with two titans of the industry such as David Tennant and Michael Sheen? 

I was terrified! But they were both so lovely and it was amazing to watch them work. And they’re so funny in the show, there were a few takes where I completely lost it and couldn’t stop laughing.

[winged-trash]

A few of you wanted to see the grave.

[thatsbelievable]

[6peaches]

Ieva Dapkevicius - Gravedigging

In the brackish light, pale mushrooms crowning from the dirt like molars in a row:

I whisper a rabbit’s prayer and draw the black fur of my shadow closer to my neck. When my lips part, they crack as tree bark, and from them, an inky sap trickles down, marks my skin.

God of stains, abandon me now.

The unmarked cot hollowed out amid these roots: mine or yours, or am I only a living ghost of you?

Bloodless hands, bruise-mottled and blue; a tremor in my voice betrays me. The god listens, does not speak. Omnivorous beast, the earth, too, has its teeth to swallow with.

Oakmoss, heart-rot, blackthorn smoke and bitter ash— I know it all too well, how the hosts of the dead bloom as inkcaps fed on petrichor after a dry spell.

- Gravedigging by Ieva Dapkevicius

[thetwstwildcard]

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