#we all die young

[chris-vibez]

#rock star #jennifer aniston #mark wahlberg #marky mark #audition scene #great movie #we all die young #steelheart #rock #steel dragon

[unspokenmantra]

#Steel Dragon #Steelheart #We All Die Young #soundtrack #music video #Rock Star #movies #mood #🖤

[barrowsteeth]

The Queer Review: "Was there a scene that you did in season two that you were particularly proud of?"

#young royals #young royals cast #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #i love how much they love simon and wille #i love hearing omar confirm what we all knew #omar's face and gesture when he talks about marcus #hahaha #he hates marcus as much as we do #and edvin's face when omar talks about their moment with the fish #just leave me here to die #omar and edvin in ny #friends best #omar is really out in the world #looking like beauty personified #the queer review #interviews #barrowgifs

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 205

Now let it be said that not a single one of their team (“Does it count as a team if it’s just the three of us?” “Um, what about the Superman clone here??” “Four was the same number of the original League, so yeah we’re a team!”) were expecting to stumble across much of anything deeper in the Cadmus Labs. 

They’d already discovered- and released- the super secret super-boy clone after all, so that was the big thing discovered and taken care of! Only they had uh, found something else, another tube even deeper with the room practically frozen, while trying to find the way out. 

Now normally, opening the big tube would be a bad idea! But they had a bunch of creatures and security and whoever else on their tails, and hey, why not fight fire with fire and escape while everything was distracted? 

Only when things start to defrost they- the sidekicks who are not sidekicks thanks- are really alarmed and starting to worry about what the fuck is inside. Because the cryogenic-liquid-whatever tube is way bigger than they thought, and the files that Robin hacked refers to whatever is inside as a quote, potentially world-ending dangerous entity. 

And it’s not even fully defrosted before it starts to break free. One clawed hand- and then another, and another and another- grip onto the broken material, green dripping from where tubes were shrugged free. Its hair shifts and weaves in the air as though underwater, opalescent and each strand shimmering a different color. 

It’s absolutely massive, humanoid with long tapered ears and a cacophony of differently shaped horns floating above its head. They’re wary, suddenly remembering every single lecture about dangerous unknowns as it shakes the liquid from a body that appears almost scaled, eight arms easily lifting itself so that it may step out. 

They’re also suddenly reminded of the danger they’re in from other things when there’s a crash against the door, like one of those gynomorph tank things had slammed against it. It also causes the being’s head to snap up from where they were seemingly watching the liquid pool beneath them, nine eyes opening from their previously half-lidded position. 

A deep rumbling noise echoed around the room as it stopped slouching, showing just how tall it was while three tails lashed in what was obviously some sort of agitation. When they speak, it’s not in any language the three of them know, but Superboy’s head snaps from the door towards them, eyes suddenly wide in child-like wonder. 

(“Oh! It’s a baby~”)

Why yes, Even more of Tiamat Class Prompts- but Humanoid!

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Young Justice sort-of #The Class Pulls a Tiamat #But they also have humanoid form that’s not like 100+ feet tall #NGL Connor was vibing while the other three are freaking out #He’s just a lil guy y’know- a lil dude- a bby boi #Part of their DNA might have been used as stabilization for his creation #The Class: Omg look it’s a baby- oh you’re all trapped and need to get out? Sure why not :) #Tim is trying to catalog EVERYTHING about them #Barry is wondering how much something that big might eat #Roy is just trying not to let the younger sidekicks die y’know how it is #Connor is just: Parent? Parents for me? Safe Parents who protect me?? #For those not familiar the 9 are: Danny; Sam; Tucker; Valerie; Wes; Dash; Kwan; Paulina & Star #How did they end up in Cadmus? Good Question #Probably has to do with the GIW

[dirtytransmasc]

[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]

imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.

she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.

she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.

she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.

they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.

even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.

she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.

she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.

"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.

"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.

he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.

"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."

"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.

"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.

"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"

"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.

"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."

she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.

she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.

"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."

her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.

the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.

Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.

the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.

so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.

#omage to Aemma's robe that we see alicent wearing in episode 3 (I believe. it was when she was helping bathe viserys) #cause I know he made her wear it cause he's a monster #this is set prior to Helaena's conception. aegon is tiny. and alicent is still naive to the true extents of viserys's abuse. #especially to the fact that despite all of the love she holds for her children and how badly she wishes to always pick them first #his abuse and the stockholm syndrom that follow it will turn her against her children. aegon in particular. #maybe not against. but acrid and foul. her pain overtaking her love. she still tries so hard to protect them though. if you get what I mean #its otto's fault too and they should both die #anyway #I'm just in my feels with these two #we didn't get enough scenes of them together especially when they were both young and I wanted to give alicent a moment were she fought bac #she refused to give him what he wanted. she chose her child over him. she stood up for herself and what she wanted. #she earned that moment #I know she was choking through those “my dears” and “my loves” but she had to for formalities sake #angst in the front fluff in the back #even if the fluff is laced with angst #letting alicent be soft and love her son #I needed it #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen #pro team green #hotd #house of the dragon #I love them your honor

[sorchasolas]

Another random thought:

(Disclaimer- I’m not saying this SHOULD have happened I’m just. Confused.)

Why did Jasnah betrothe Shallan & Adolin, where Adolin is the most eligible bachelor in Alethkar basically and they have a SIX YEAR AGE GAP. (shallan is 17 adolin is 23 NEVER forget this.)

And not— Renarin. Two year age gap. Shallan would still be tied to the family.

Did Jasnah like sense his gayness or what.

#LIKE IM NOT SAYING THIS SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED #I JUST WANNA KNOW THE LINE OF THIBKING #also why did Adolin have to be 23 #better yet why did shallan have to be 17 #in way of kings prime kaladin shallan & renarin #were ALL the same age #born in the same year #shallan did NOT have to be 17 #‘it’s to show how young shallan was when this all happen-‘ #we acknowledge that with Kaladin. we was so young when he saw his brother die & war and shit #shallan. DID N O T. have to be seventeen #i have no problem with her being seventeen its more the fact she was casually paired with a 23 y/o #‘things were diff-‘ #ITS A FANTASY WORLD. #his brain is almost fully developed and shes SEEVENTENDEN #stormlight archive #cosmere #the stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #shallan davar #adolin kholin #renarin kholin #edit: in WOKP they were all like 19?? #another edit: THE GAY THING IS A JOKE IK THAT WASNT THEREASON PLEASSEE

[yarboyandy]

Chosen Ones

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #buffy summers #rupert giles #kendra young #Faith Lehan #the council #andy drawz #MANY THOUGHTS MANY FEELINGS ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP! #both of them getting what the other one wanted so much. #buffy having a normal childhood vs giles having a life in adulthood outside of the council. #both having their fates presented a young age unknowing of the consequences of accepting it. #the council seeing them both as tools that arent very useful and would rather them both die...ARG #I would also like to say: art LOOSELY based off the song revelaton by Balance and Composure #we are the same / the dark is all we know / I hope you see it / don’t let it go #ok ill shut up now

[spacetrashpile]

2012 broadway revival of jesus christ superstar starring josh young as judas save me.... save me 2012 broadway revival of jesus christ superstar starring josh young as judas.....

#jesus christ superstar #found a bootleg of this production (both an audio one and a visual one) this easter #and oh my god. oh my GOD. new favorite production probably #josh young's judas is just fucking amazing man. what do you want from me #though i will say the high priests leave a lot to be desired #their costume are just. not good at all #and i was very very spoiled by my first caiaphas being norm lewis #because no one's ever gonna be better than norm lewis #but the rest of this production FUCKS HARD #frankly my ideal viewing of jesus christ superstar is this show in it's entirety #except for 'this jesus must die' which we switch to the 2018 live version for #and then we're good

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the death of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

#(the quote is by Richard Woodville in his deathbed will; he was the last of the Woodville brothers to die) #elizabeth woodville #woodvilles #my post #to be clear I am not arguing that the death of an English gentry family name is some kind of giant tragedy (it absolutely the fuck is not) #I'm trying to put it into perspective with regards to what Elizabeth may have felt because we know her family DID feel this way #writing this kinda reminded me of how I am just not fond at all about the way Elizabeth's experiences in 1483-85 are written about #and the way lots so many of the unprecedentedly horrifying aspects are overlooked or treated so casually: #the seizure and murder of two MINOR sons and the illegal execution of another; #her sheer vulnerability in every way compared to all her queenly predecessors; how she was harassed by 'dire threats' for months; #how she had 5 very young daughters with her to look after at the time (Bridget and Katherine were literally 3 and 4 years old); #how unprecedented Richard's treatment of her was: EW was the first queen of england to be officially declared an adulteress; #and the first and ONLY queen to be officially accused of witchcraft #(Joan of Navarre was accused of her treason; she was never explicitly accused of witchcraft on an official level like EW was) #the first crowned queen of england to have her marriage annulled; and the first queen to have her children officially bastardized #what former queens endured through rumors* were turned into horrifying realities for her. #(I'm not trying to downplay the nightmare of that but this was fundamentally on a different level altogether) #nor did Elizabeth get a trial or appeal to the church. like I cannot emphasize this enough: this was not normal for queens #and not normal for depositions. ultimately what Richard did *was* unprecedented #and of course let's not forget that Elizabeth had literally just been unexpectedly widowed like 20 days before everything happened #I really don't feel like any of this is emphasized as much as it should be? #apart from the horrifying death of her sons - but most modern books never call it murder they just write that they 'disappeared' #and emphasize that ACTUALLY we don't know what happened to them (this includes Arlene Okerlund) #rather than allowing her to have that grief (at the very least) #more time is spent dealing with accusations that she was a heartless bitch or inconsistent intriguer for making a deal with Richard instead #it also feels like a waste because there's a lot that can be analyzed about queenship and R3's usurpation if this is ever explored properly #anyway - it's kinda sad that even after Henry won and her daughter became queen EW didn't really get a break #her family kept dying one by one and the Woodville name was extinguished. and she lived to see it #it's kinda heartbreaking - it was such a dramatic rise and such a slow haunting fall #makes for a great story tho

[rxnefairs]

who’s afraid of little old me? (you should be)

#‘we took out all her teeth’ was actually written specifically for rhaenys #because she’s overlooked time and time again #because she’s a woman #because she’s an older woman #because she’s arguably the ‘tamest’ targaryen #the list of reasons goes on #but they always forget #an old dragon is still a dragon #something something ​fear an old woman in a world where men die young #rhaenys targaryen #eve best #hotd #my edit

[rosy-crow]

I LOVE YOU MY DOOMED WAR CRIMINAL CHILDREN.

(They should be best friends and commit arson together)

#was waiting to see if we were right about young seph’s story being similar to powder’s AND WE WERE?? #the jinx and the cyborg/monster…they’re such homeschooled losers sjdhf #they are seriously my two favorite villains of all time now #and have the best stories leading up to their downfalls imo #i would die for them but they would also kill me <3 #and that’s okay djhd #powder #miniroth #jinx #sephiroth #arcane #ff7 #CrowSketch

[marypsue]

Relevant to that last post: when you think about how, historically, textiles have been so profoundly difficult and time-consuming to make, the concept of things like shrouds and winding-sheets and satin coffin linings become almost unbearably touching.

#we made this for you #you'll never know or appreciate it #but we loved you so much we put all this time and effort into something that you'll just decay into #just to make sure you are covered. to show that you are cared for and respected and you are loved. #(and is that not the way of all things in the end? everything you love. everything you work for. will one day return to dust.) #(and that's not a good reason not to love or try anyway.) #anyway I heard the Band Perry's 'If I Die Young' on the radio the other night for the first time in like a decade #and the line about 'bury me in satin' got me emotional

[lobotomizedlady]

doesn't anyone make music that sounds like late 2000s-early 2010s kesha. anyone at all. the absolute state of the BORING & UTTERLY UNDANCEABLE pop music these days. I love high energy overproduced pop music!!! I don't want this mid tempo shit‼️‼️

#before someone points out that i like tswift: yes. but she is not that sort of artist. not club music #sometimes (often!!) i just want to hear something that sounds like tiktok or backstabber or die young or cmon or we r who we r or #your love is my drug or grow a pear or cannibal or take it off or blah blah blah or even timber #that is all the songs i know by her & i like them all . very iconic #wait theres blow too i just dont like it very much #I WANT GOOD CLUB MUSIC #i say that like i go to the club more than like twice a year #NOOO I SPELLED TIK TOK LIKE THE FUCKING APP NO SPACE. I MEAN THE SONG . NOT FUCKIN TIK TOK MUSIC

[infizero]

the more i learn about pico's history the funnier his presence in fnf is to me. like he really is this iconic character, reincarnated in this game just to be bf's loser bad boy ex

#it is actually interesting tho since in the pico games he was a kid and in fnf hes a young adult. he almost feels like. washed up ToT #IN A GOOD WAY. well not really. but like in an INTERESTING way. like obviously we dont get a Lot of story but just the mere fact of #how he is in his original appearances vs how he appears in fnf its interesting to sort of fill in the blanks for yourself and think about #how he got from point a to point b. also when doing this it makes me want to walk into the ocean bcuz it results in him going from #a goofy little kid (still traumatized but. effects havent really fully set in yet) to a more jaded adult with all sorts of Issues. and that #kind of thing always makes me want to crawl into a hole and die. but he still gets to be goofy sometimes at least so yay #serena.txt

[queenlucythevaliant]

'Yes, that old oak with which I saw eye to eye was here in this forest,' thought Prince Andrei. 'But whereabouts?' he wondered again, looking at the left side of the road and, without realizing, without recognizing it, admiring the very oak he sought. The old oak, quite transfigured, spread out a canopy of dark, sappy green, and seemed to swoon and sway in the rays of the evening sun. There was nothing to be seen now of knotted fingers and scars, of old doubts and sorrows. Through the rough, century-old bark, even where there were no twigs, leaves had sprouted, so juicy, so young that it was hard to believe that aged veteran had borne them.

'Yes, it is the same oak,' thought Prince Andrei, and all at once he was seized by an irrational, spring-like feeling of joy and renewal. All the best moments of his life of a sudden rose to his memory. Austerlitz, with that lofty sky, the reproachful look on his dead wife's face, Pierre at the ferry, that girl thrilled by the beauty of the night, and that night itself and the moon and ... everything suddenly crowded back into his mind.

'No, life is not over at thirty-one,' Prince Andrei decided all at once, finally and irrevocably. 'It is not enough for me to know what I have in me- everyone else must know it too: Pierre, and that young girl who wanted to fly away into the sky; all of them must learn to know me, in order that my life may not be lived for myself alone.

From War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

#there are so many gorgeous passages in W&P that i could pick #why not this one in which Andrei reflects on several of them? #I've already talked about the Natasha and the moon passage on this blog. truly one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever read in any book #but part of what's so interesting about that scene is that we actually get it from Andrei's perspective. he's listening below the window #and overhearing Natasha that night is really what makes him love her #it's what made /me/ love her #and he carries that experience with him alongside his own experience looking up at the sky on the battlefield at Austerlitz #Napoleon himself sees Andrei and commends his courage but Andrei barely notices because the sky is so so beautiful #the lofty heavens which he never really considered before #but Natasha did #and so it's those moments his friendship with Pierre this old oak that renew his lust for life #life is not over at thirty. once i heard a girl exclaim at the loveliness of the moon and wish to fly away. #once i lay on a battlefield and all i could see was the beauty of the sky #and my friend Pierre believes in the future and he's searching it out #and look. this tree is still here #first time i read W&P i was honestly so relieved that so many people got happy endings the tragedy of Andrei's death didn't fully register #i mean the chapters concerning his death are beautiful and sad. the kinship between Natasha and Maria at his bedside #the peace he finds as he dies #but it really is a story in which he had decided to live fully only to die young. and that's become increasingly tragic to me as I've grown #happy birthday tolstoy #russia where are you flying to? #pontifications and creations

[flowercrowngods]

cw suicide mention & imagery

original play idea where people seem to live their normal lives but the audience gets the feeling that something’s wrong, there’s a tension and there are things that obviously go unsaid that hang in the air between the characters uncomfortably long enough until the last member of the audience has filled in the blanks in their own way.

there is a figure off to the side, a very young man in a suit, watching them, unmoving and silent, and as the scenes and progress, as characters leave and appear, as the setting changes, the young man is always there. no one interacts with him, but there are moments when they almost do. when the characters stop what they’re doing when they stand close to him, and appear to listen. but there’s nothing.

the sound of TV news reports, all playing over each other, create an uncanny and uncomfortable buzzing that never, never stops, and there are too many to really make out the words. they get more silent the closer they get to the young man in the suit, quieting down to nothing when they stand by him to listen — but the characters seem unaware of the change. so does the young man, statuesque though he is.

then there’s a little girl, covered in dirt, her hair askew, her cheeks rosy — the image of having spent the day outside, playing in the dirt, a smile on her face, her eyes big, as she skips towards the young man and asks, “can we go now? can we play?”

the young man cards his hands through her hair and says, “you go ahead, i’ll be right there.”

but still he stays there, seated.

everything continues as before, but the characters slowly undergo a complete change in character, in routine, in appearance. the old man who wore suits is not dressed in sweats and old, worn out, dirty shirts. the sweet, kindhearted young adult is now quiet and apathetic. the woman who, in the beginning, was talking her friend’s ear off and could barely stand still is unmoving now, staring out into nothingness.

the buzzing and bustling background noise is slowly, gradually getting louder as the characters become increasingly nonverbal and unmoving. the lights dim down.

then all at once, after a crescendo, the noise stops suddenly, the lights turn off completely, before, with warm, yellow light, a woman we’ve seen before — as she stares into nothingness — appears on the stage, slowly approaching the young man as if unsure of her body but undeniable in her grace.

they smile at each other for a moment.

m, whispering: you’re not supposed to be here, not yet

w, cradling his cheeks: i was always supposed to be here long, long before you

m: i know. i’m sorry, i—

w: i know. i forgive you. i’ve always forgiven you

m, after a while: but not yourself

the woman shakes her head.

w: a mother will never forgive herself for burying her child, and a father will forgive himself even less. (a beat) you have such a handsome face.

m: it’s not your fault

w: so beautiful, those eyes, i’ve missed you so much

m: listen to me, it’s not your fault!

w: and your hair! papa would be so glad to know that—

m: mother. mama. listen to me. it’s not your fault

w, tearful and whispering: you were supposed to be fine. you were always supposed to be fine. it was never supposed to be this bad, we were supposed to help, but—

m: i know. i tried, i really did. both times

in that moment, the little girl comes skipping on stage again, approaching them with her wagging ponytail.

g: what are you doing here, mama? will you play with me now? it’s been so long!

the woman gasps, her tears getting the better of her as she falls to her knees and pulls the girl to her chest, who readily returns the hug

w, sobbing, kissing her cheek: hi, baby. yes, i’ll play with you, of course i will. let’s go.

the young man helps his mother up, allowing her to pull him into a hug, and she whispers: “as much as i love her with all my heart, i’m so proud of the young man you’ve grown into. and now i have you both, just as i always did.”

the young man brushes a kiss to her cheek, then lets her go, watching as his mother disappears with the little girl.

m: i have to stay a while. i’ll follow you soon.

(woman and girl, hand in hand, exeunt)

the lights dim, and the buzzing returns, accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps the audience cannot see, until everything’s back in total darkness. the noise stays. growing louder in increments, leaving the audience uncomfortable and unsure if this was it.

as they quiet down, we hear a man, sobbing uncontrollably, before eerie silence takes his place, too.

the curtain falls.

#idk what this is but it’s deeply fucked up suicide awareness #obviously there are no dialogues except for that one half assed thing but the dialogues and the imagery and the stage setup and directions #will allude to the fact that the young man who killed himself remains uncomfortably in the lives and the minds of those who miss him #and he cannot leave because he chose this. he’s anchored to them more than he was when he was alive #maybe he’ll have a soliloquy or two. or maybe the empathetic character will speak for him in ways that we do when people die #in the ways that we put words in their mouth and turn them into people they might not have been because grief is funny like that #the static buzzing news caster noise is obviously 1) the 21st c at large; 2) grief preventing you from feeling calm; and 3) doom news #there will be quotes like ‘your death it won’t happen to you. it happens to your family and your friends’ #yes the young man is trans. no that’s not why he killed himself. yes the mother takes the blame bc that’s what mothers will do #it’s all just fucked up what can i say. there are no redeeming qualities #suidice cw #cw suicide #it’s 2am i have nothing to say in my defense #i was overcome with the urge to write a play and the ideas for it sorry #not st