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48 for the spotify wrapped

48: My Dead Gay Son from Heathers the Musical

oh boy. this one might be a wild ride. highly recommend you listen to the whole song if you're unfamiliar.

here is a recording of the stage production with...erm...visuals and here is the cast recording with better audio!

They're up there disco dancing to the thump of angel wings! They grab a mate… And roller skate— While Judy Garland sings! They live a playful afterlife that's fancy-free and reckless! They swing upon the pearly gates— And wear a pearly necklace!

summary: jean paul and antonio fake their own deaths in order to escape the dangerous life VILE has put them on and must secretly watch their own "funeral" in order to make sure no one suspects they are still alive.

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It starts with a note, slipped furtively into the hand of Carmen Sandiego in a fight both of them know is going too easily. Le Chevre holds her gaze and immediately makes good on his whispered promise to to leave right then and there without a fight, telling the Faculty she defeated him as always.

The note she opens says this:

Antonio and I need your help. We are defecting from VILE- we want to start a future together, but we don't have anywhere to go. We are afraid they will find us...you know what they would do if they found out. You are the only one to have ever left VILE and lived to see another day. Please help us. We know you don't have any reason to, so all we can do is beg. Antonio and Jean Paul

Carmen, of course, helps them. It is her nature. Together, secretly, the three begin to plan the deaths of Le Chevre and El Topo.

Tigress is the unwitting unlucky winner of the "who gets to witness their death" contest. Once everything is set in place and Antonio, Jean Paul, and Tigress are scheduled on the same mission again, Carmen makes arrangements for them and the plan goes into motion.

At 11:44pm Tigress sends the duo into their empty target building to scout it out. At 11:49 the building blows up in a ball of fire and ash and shrapnel, and Tigress must flee before the police arrive, streaked with soot and, against her will, crying.

She is the first one to see the news report that the police found the charred remains of two unidentified bodies in the wreckage of the building. She is the first to alert the faculty, and the one to begin arrangements for El Topo and Le Chevre's memorial.

Back in San Diego, Carmen sits with Antonio and Jean Paul, the air heavy as they watch the news report apparently announcing their own deaths.

"Tigress will be devastated." Antonio murmurs, eyes fixed on the circling overhead shot of the blackened building they'd snuck out of before Carmen had detonated the explosives. "She acts cold, but she will blame herself."

"It will make it all the more convincing." Carmen sighs, tracing her jaw with her fingers in contemplation. "If she knew..."

"Better that she does not." Jean Paul finishes, his hand squeezing Antonio's as they lean on one another. With Player messing with the police reports to make it seem as though their bodies had been found in the explosion, they are effectively invisible. Dead. Wiped off the map, and free to start their new lives together however they wanted.

Almost.

"I'm pulling up video and audio feed now." Player chimes from the base's speaker systems. "Good thing that I have the experience now to hack through VILE's 27 layers of encryption. Where did you set up those hidden cameras?"

"Where VILE always holds its memorials." Carmen says solemnly, her eyes just barely betraying a history of seeing more there than she cares now to admit. Her eyes flick to the two former operatives in her living room and they nod.

"The great hall. Last step," Jean Paul sighs, "see if they bought it."

The video feed flickers to life on their monitors- grainy and half-hidden where the two secretly set it up on VILE Island before their final mission. Everyone leans in, squinting as the fuzziness works itself out a little bit. The camera is hardly a centimeter in diameter, and, considering that, it is doing its best.

There, gathered in the grand hall, is a small crowd of operatives and the Faculty, gathered around the small table displaying their operative ID photos. Tigress, clearly wiping her eyes and trying not to show it, has just laid down a small bouquet by their photos.

Zack emerges from the kitchen and leans over the couch to where they're watching. Ivy hangs slightly behind, still suspicious of Antonio and Jean Paul. Zack whistles, oblivious to the tone in the room. "Too bad we can't have this camera on all the time. We shoulda got a man on the inside sooner!"

"Every minute that camera stays on in there is another minute it risks being discovered." Player explains briefly, his eyes still fixed on the feed on his own screen. "It'll self-destruct as soon as the ceremony is over, when I tell it to. We just need to confirm that El Topo and Le Chevre truly are dead to VILE and then we're out."

Zack hums noncommittally, attention drawn to the camera screen. Carmen's eyes are on the Faculty, watching for a sign of suspicion.

It's a second before Tigress's voice filters through their speakers. She stands at the front of the crowd, head bowed and fists clenched.

"Le Chevre and El Topo were part of my graduating class," she begins, a very un-Tigress-like hitch in her throat. "We spent the entire year training together and while- while we had our ups and downs they were some of my first friends here. There's something unbreakable about entering this life together. The two of them knew that better than anyone. I don't believe in any- any anything, really, but I hope that wherever they are now they're together, and-and that they're happy. You were some of the best, and I'm sorry that it wasn't me in that building instead of you. Rest well."

She finishes so quietly the camera's microphone almost doesn't pick it up, and she quickly wipes her eyes again and retreats back into the small crowd of operatives as they scatter some applause into the otherwise silent room.

When Carmen glances over at the two boys, they aren't making any effort to hide their own tears.

"Do you want to leave?" She asks quietly. "I can finish watching it. This might just get harder."

They both shake their heads. On the screen, Mime Bomb steps forward and mimes a flower, placing it on the table with little of his usual theatrics and retreats as well.

"They look convinced so far," Jean Paul says quietly.

Maelstrom is the first of the faculty to speak once the other operatives have finished paying their respects, and Team Red's base goes silent as he moves.

"While I don't want to spoil the evening-" he begins, and in unison Carmen, Jean Paul, Antonio, and Shadowsan (in the other room but listening in) mutter "here we go," all traces of mourning vanishing.

"-I think it must be acknowledged that El Topo and Le Chevre were two operatives whose passion was more often in each other than in their thieving work." Antonio and Jean Paul share a glance as the professor goes on with just the barest touch of disdain. "I would never stoop to say I celebrate their loss- we have lost two fine operatives in their deaths- but I must agree that I hope they are finding their lives after death more suited to the life they wished to live together."

"Cheers, Professor, we are." Antonio laughs wryly. Jean Paul isn't taking it as well, and his fists are clenched in his lap as he stares daggers at Maelstrom.

And then, suddenly-

"Now, you wait just a minute, Gunnar!"

The gasp in the VILE congregation is echoed across the world in San Diego as the group watches Dr. Bellum shoves her way forward, finger pointed directly at Maelstrom.

"You're skirting around your own prejudices, and I'm sick and tired of it. They were not dirty!" There's a glass of some drink in her hand, which seems to have given her a little courage. "They were not wrong!"

"I never said they were, Doctor, please-" Maelstrom hisses, bending with embarrassment towards his fellow faculty member. All five feet of her shoves him backwards and he stumbles, shocked.

"You have made your steady intolerance a part of our Academy's atmosphere for far too long, Gunnar!" Her voice climbs pitches like a roller coaster. "You're too afraid to say that those boys were-" she takes another sip of whatever she's drinking, "-gay as hell!"

"Doctor!" Maelstrom pleads, but Bellum is on a roll now, and the other two Faculty behind her seem to be finding this just as entertaining as Team Red is. Cleo, in particular, is red in the face and biting her lip in a way the three ex-operatives in the room have never seen before.

"Oh my God." Jean Paul stares in disbelief, all traces of anger gone as Antonio wheezes beside him. "This is going to be incredible."

"Those boys died as they lived- together! And I for one want to follow their example. I'd rather- rather live in happiness now than have to stay half hidden like they did here. Now they're up there- dancing to "disco" music and wearing beautiful necklaces like they never could have done while they were alive here!"

Maelstrom is melting into the floor as he tries and fails to do any sort of damage control, and before he can even open his mouth again, Bellum shouts, "We must carry on their legacy in VILE as we continue our work! It should never have taken their deaths to see it!"

With that, she turns, takes the hand of Countess Cleo, and sweeps her into the deepest, most passionate kiss the academy has ever seen. Antonio, in the middle of a sip of water, shoots it out of his nose.

"Shadowsan, get in here!" Carmen shrieks, cackling, as their room erupts into whoops and cheers. Shadowsan enters, sees what's happening, and has to leave again immediately to save face. In the periphery of their hidden camera, the chaos amongst the gathered operatives seems to be an even worse mixture of hilarity and horror. Tigress seems to have passed out cold onto the floor, and Cleo and Bellum are still going.

"Doctor! Countess!" They barely hear Maelstrom shriek over Brunt's roaring laughter. Zack, Ivy, and Player are in hysterics, which is a level more chill than whatever Carmen, Jean Paul, and Antonio are experiencing. Shadowsan isn't even in the room.

"If I got to witness my own funeral, I'm glad this is how it went," Antonio gasps in between howls of laughter as they watch Cleo and Bellum barely surface for air before they go back in, crashing into their memorial table and sending the two's pictures to the ground. Maelstrom has fled the great hall in a fit, and Brunt is literally crying. Someone gasps "disco!" in between laughs behind them. "Look at all the good our death did!"

"Our legacy will be felt around the academy for decades, mon amour!" Jean Paul wheezes in return, planting his own kiss on Antonio's lips. "I think we are in the clear!"

"What was in that drink, Saira?" Cleo gasps on the screen, voice husky, as they come up for air.

"It's plain Pepsi." Bellum responds, and the last thing they see before the camera self-destructs is the two Faculty members going in one more time as the Academy dissolves before their very eyes.

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dead-sp1der · 1 month

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Stand by my grave and try to weep

I short piece about grief and guilt from the perspective of Scott during 3rd life at the end of episode 7

Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did.

A battle in the desert. An expert shot from Skizz. A dead husband. The aftermath. Skizz striking once again. A dead friend–

It was a small grave, in retrospect.

It was fitting –Grian had remarked when he saw the size of the grave– since “Timmy had left a small impact on the world.”

Scott knew he should’ve disagreed, but he couldn’t think of an example to disprove it at the time, so he had laughed along in agreement.

He stared at the grave some more. It looked like a picture perfect grave; The stone was perfectly symmetrical, the dirt in front was not too flat–not too messy, the stone was clean as can be. Everything was how a grave was supposed to look; if you asked someone to think of a grave, this grave would be what they’d imagine.

Scott sighed, he supposed he was a widow now. He had followed the correct steps in order for the widows alliance to be formed.

But then his fellow widow-to-be had to go and die before her husband, leaving Bdubs to be the widow instead of her.

So now Scott was completely alone.

Just him and his husband’s perfect grave.

This was the part where he should reminisce about the good times he and Jimmy shared.

Like their first meeting! Or foiling Tango’s cow operation! Or- or…

Scott felt a wave of terror wash over him. Were those two really all the good moments he could come up with off the top of his head?

He forced himself to take a deep breath.

No, no. He’s grieving, he’ll remember the rest of the good moments later.

Cleo would’ve told him it was okay; probably something about how both their husbands’s incompetence clouded the good memories of them.

Scott involuntarily started to smile.

Cleo would have built Bdubs a big grave and then joke about how she and Scott switched the graves around. They would’ve known how to cheer Scott up…

Scott’s thoughts trailed off; his smile slipping from his face.

What kind of widow was he?

He shifted his feet uncomfortably. He felt more sadness over Cleo dying than his own husband.

If anyone were to drop by now, they’d see him not act like a proper widow and judge him for it.

Why wasn’t he crying? His husband died in front of him. A normal widow would be crying. Why couldn’t he make himself cry?

Why couldn’t he cry? Why weren’t the tears falling?

Scott wiped away tears that didn’t exist; that should exist, but he failed to actually deliver.

Maybe he just needed a reminder of all the good times. He should find the poppy Jimmy gave him.

He turned around before pausing. Where did he leave that poppy?

His gaze turned to the sky, as if the sun or the clouds would answer his silent question.

But alas, the sky stayed silent. It was probably judging him as well.

Defeated, he let his gaze wander down.

Ah, the tears were coming. Finally.

He caught a glimpse of the hill where he and Cleo made the widows alliance.

He felt his nose start to prickle and his eyes sting.

He quickly speedwalked –not ran, that would look desperate– to the centre of the Flower Valley and plucked the neared red flower he saw.

He didn’t have the time to get the correct flower; the tears would dry up if he wasn't quick enough.

He walked back, deliberately slowing himself down, to his dead husband’s grave. He carefully laid the red –tulip, apparently– on the dirt.

His eyes might have started to water, but no full tears were rolling yet.

Scott pressed his eyes shut, but there just wasn’t enough liquid to squeeze out of his eyes that way.

Scott kept his eyes closed though, and thought about happy smile, shared laughter, inside jokes, hair that reminded him of the sunset, skin the colour of grass on a cold day–

He opened his eyes and bit back a sob. Tears finally escaped his eyes and started to roll over his face.

Now he looked like a proper widow.

Now he was a proper widow.

Scott stood by a grave and wished the events of the last few days hadn’t transpired the way they did.

Scott closed his eyes again before turning around.

He couldn’t stand to look at the grave anymore.

He hopes he’ll start missing him tomorrow.

#I was listening to Flashlight by The Front Bottoms while writing this #Because I think it’s a fitting song for 3rd life Scott #But I fear I might be reaching a bit there #I will elaborate if asked though #Scott Smajor #Smajor1995 #Jimmy Solidarity #Can I even tag this with Jimmy? I never mention him by name #ZombieCleo #Flower Husbands #I guess #It’s about Scott and Jimmy but also about Scott and Cleo #So uhhh #Widows Alliance #trafficfic #third life smp #3rd life smp

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dremiru · 1 year

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HEY. I SEE YOU THERE.

#clankie #frankie stein #monster high #monster high g3 #cleo de nile #deuce gorgon #mh #also go watch that mh tumblr #song is very catchy

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chaotic-solutions · 2 years

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you are never gonna change her mind (so don’t try)

#song lyrics babeyyy im so normal about these two #zombiecleo #martyn littlewood #zombie cleo #double life #double life smp #art tag

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ratstuckinamarble · 11 months

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"Look Over There" may not have been the gay duet we were expecting, but we did get this:

They were so focused on each other. Cleo did deserve to have her moment though. Honestly some of these have been a lil more angsty than I was expecting, but I'll gladly take the extra bits of characterisation.

Look who's back btw. Cleo's anatomically correct heart. They animated it beating too.

#it'd be cool if it ever came with one of Cleo's dolls #probably won't but #would be neat #anyways those two were so damn cute ugh #look at them #I have thoughts about what these songs mean for the characters but I'll need to do some more thinking #monster high #monster high g3 #cleo de nile #frankie stein #clankie #rätposting

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henry-fox-biggest-stan · 5 months

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Thinking about Emily Wilson saying this on the introduction of her Iliad

“Achilles’ old tutor, Phoenix, speaks of how Meleager was brought back by the intervention of his wife, “Cleo-patra”—whose name is an inverted and feminized version of “Patro-clus.”

And how the story of Meleager and Cleopatra that Phoenix tells is very similar to Achilles and Patroklos, if only Achilles had listened to Patroklos and went to help the Greeks

“While Meleager, loved by Ares, fought,

the war went badly for the Curetes,

and they could not remain

outside the wall,

although they were so very numerous.”

“Then Meleager felt the touch of anger

that swells inside the hearts of many men,

even the wisest. He was furious

at heart with Althea, his loving mother.

He lay with Cleopatra, […]”

“Now Meleager lay with Cleopatra,

fostering all the rage that hurt his heart,

because his mother laid on him such curses.”

“At once, the army of besiegers raised

a din and clamor, battering the walls.

Inside the city the Aetolian leaders

begged Meleager to go out and save them.

They sent the finest priests to him and promised

a great reward. They said he could select

the richest area of Calydon

and take a fine estate of fifty acres—

half vineyard and the other half cut bare

for arable. Old Oeneus the horseman

stood on the threshold of his high-roofed home

and knelt and shook the tightly fitted doors

and desperately beseeched his son to yield.

His sisters and the queen his mother also

implored him, but he kept on saying no.

His very dearest and most loving friends

pleaded with him, but they could not persuade

his stubborn spirit till his own bedroom

was buffeted with blows. The Curetes

burst through the city walls and started burning

the mighty city. Agonized, his wife

begged Meleager to return to war,

and told him all the horrors that afflict

people whose town is sacked—the men are killed,

the city burned, reduced to dust, the children

and women in their beautiful long dresses

are dragged away and claimed by other men.

When Meleager heard his wife describe

these horrors, he was stirred, got up to go,

and put his glittering arms and armor on,

and yielded to his heart and saved his people,

rescuing the Aetolians from ruin.

They did not give him all those lovely gifts,

but he still saved the city anyway”

#now everytime than the cleopatra song by horrible histories play I’ll think of patroclus #ra ra patra cleo #(guys all go gaga for me oh)#the iliad #emily wilson #patroklos #achilles

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