May is Cemetery Appreciation Month! Picnics and social meetings among the stones was very common in Victorian times, as Cemeteries were often the only public green space in many cities. Keeping your departed beloved close by celebrating life with a party by the tombs proves exactly why we need to put the "rave" back in "graveyard" (before you come at me, yes, I know cemeteries and graveyards are different things)
i like how we say ‘i don’t go here’ when referring to fandoms were not in on this website. really makes it feel like each fandom is a different school. or perhaps we walked into the wrong class. or it’s like this is some kind of tumblr unive- *gets shot*
You ever think about what it was like for Luz to explain to her friends and family that ‘oh yeah I died saving the Collector when he tried to friendship Belos into being good, until King’s dad, who’s also bigender, pulled me out from sinking into death, told me to tell King he loved him with a bread pun-also he had a dad bod and a mini Hootie just sticking out of one of his eye sockets- and then asked me if I wanted to be the chosen one and when I agreed I came back from death! And like, Eda and King already dealt with the ‘holy shit Luz actually died’ thing but like, Camilia, Amity, Gus, Hunter, and Willow knew absolutely NOTHING
at that point I think Luz just has to sit down with Eda and King and they all have to think about the pros and cons of just. not. saying anything. and keeping it on the down-low that Luz died briefly. Eda and King are both absolutely fucking terrified of anyone else hearing, especially Eda since Luz died, y'know, while under her watch, so.
Of course, as Luz is explaining this, she says something along the lines of "I mean, we haven't even really processed Hunter's death, so it could either work with us or--"
to which Eda immediately stands up, bids fare thee well, and busts out the strongest bottle of wine she has. she has not processed her own kids death, she's not about to think about that other kid briefly dying, thank you very much
if any of your school teachers tell you that ‘college won’t tolerate any of your bullshit’ or that you need to ‘grow up’,
keep in mind my favorite biology professor stood infront of the class with one leg up on a chair (like in the terrible doodle below) and asked us to name as many football players as we can from the top of our heads. And later screamed out loud ‘fuck ManU’. He was teaching biotechnology. Make of that what you will.