bringing out your dead


A look back at Monty Python and the Holy Grail and the impact it had (and still has) on comedy movies.

anonymous asked:

Hellen, you really and truly terrify me, for a large number of very good reasons. But I have a powerful sense of curiosity which has, frustratingly, become all the more powerful recently, to the point that it is now overpowering my fear of you. Please just tell me the reason behind resurrection being illegal. I swear that, as soon as you do, I will leave this place and get out of your hair. -Fox

Bringing the dead back to life is a subject that isnt debatable, but takes a long time to explain. The undead are strong and even though some arent at first, its usually inevitable that they’ll grow corrupted if they dont move on.
But oh wait. You cant move on if you’ve been brought back because that train has fuCKING LEFT THE STATION FOR YOU, BUDDY. You are literally incapable of moving on because your soul has been tainted from resurrection. Even if you shed your body and attempted to move on, you would be unable to because your soul itself is still a little t o o alive for it to be considered a genuinely dead soul. The only thing they can go to in the afterlife is the Void because Hell, Heaven and Limbo literally physically cannot take a tainted soul. And trust me. Nobody wants to go to the Void.
But hey, if you’re tainted and your path is just set for corruption, what other options do you have? You can inevitably go mad from corruption, becoming a vengeful spirit, regardless of what you’ve endured in life, or let your soul be taken by a reaper and brought to the void.
You might think that bringing back the dead is only a good thing for humans to have, but buddy, behind the curtains you’re only sealing their fate to a grisly end. You’re ruining everything they couldve had in their afterlife. You’re going to have them erased from existence by the Void itself.

We dont stop resurrection because we’re bad people who hate seeing happy endings, we stop it because its the most humane thing we could do. Because its morally right.
We just dont want any more people to be lost thinking they can re-tie the strings of fate.
We’re sorry if you see us in a bad light because of that.

anonymous asked:

I admire you so, so much, and I kinda wanted to send it off anon, but oh maaan... You're one of the best Gasters I've ever seen, and I hope I can make mine be as amazing as yours! I'm also a giant weenie and too much of a baby to be brave enough to RP or interact so I'm just... gonna... cry in a corner oKAY I LOVE YOUR GASTER BYE



Darkness. That’s what was outside, and I had a boy knocking on my door. Darkness. And he asks me to join him on a stroll into the woods. Darkness. And I am not in my bed. His brothers trotted behind, slowly reducing themselves so there was a larger gap between Hvitserk and I. He held onto my hand, maybe a little to tightly as we came unto a clearing. I could just make out his features in the moonlight. He looked worried, and it bothered me. Glancing behind my shoulder when a cold breeze flew through, Ubbe and Sigurd were gone.
“Hvitserk?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you bring me out here? In dead of night, and where are your brothers? They have gone.”
He steps closer, closing the gap between him and I. “Mother said we cannot be together anymore.”
He searches my face to meet my eyes, but I quickly look to the ground. His arms enclose around me, and he rests his chin upon my head. “What do you mean?” I interrogate. “Why can we not be together?”
“She wants me to marry noble.” He says in a exhausted tone.
“So it seemed easier for you to bring me into the middle of woods, in the dead of night, and tell me this?” I examine his face as I push him away from me. He looked pained, and annoyed. “I could be sleeping, Hvitserk.”
He frowns slightly. “I brought you out here so we could spend time together before I blatantly defy my mother’s beliefs and be with you anyway.” He pulls me into him again, and kiss my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a few moments longer than usual and places his fingers on my chin to make me look him in the eye. “My mother can frighten me, so I want to wait a few days before I tell her. I wanted to wait to tell you as well.”
“Tell me what?” I grin, looking up at him.
“Tell you that I love you.”
“Hvitserk, I could get lost in your eyes and even though some of your decisions are bad, I love you also.” He grins, quickly wrapping his arms around my lower back, and spinning around as I slightly step off the long, wet grass.
“That is good to hear.” He beams.

also I like that this one explored more of how various groups in society participate in the purge

purge cosplayers, spoiled brats with fancy clothes and decked out guns like this is their sweet sixteen, white nationalists going all out with their stupid confederate flags and swastikas, people searching for victims via homemade, patriotic drones, europeans who come over to do the things only stupid americans allow, purge insurance policies, a literal “bring out your dead” truck, and so on and so forth

black butler characters as dril tweets

Sebastian: if a sniper shot me i owuld run over to where he is and kick the gun out of his hand and kill him because hes not specialized in melee fight

Ciel: i feel truly blessed ,knowing that everyone who has spoken ill of my brand is eating bugs in a cold prison cell.

Elizabeth: startling how im the only person on this site with an actual human soul. you would think the other guys on here have one, but no

Finny: i call evbery four-legged animal I see a dog and I am correct more often than not so I will never stop

Bard: i am a chef now folks. im walking around town in my chefs hat like a real dumbass. everyone hopes i get hit by a car

Meyrin: how do you clean a shirt

Alois: the only sin ive committed is looking so god damn good in these fuckin jeans, kickin around in my big ass boots

Claude: You Won’t Believe How Many Legs That Spiders Have

Hannah: my big sons have made a mess of the garage again after being riled up by  the good word of the Lord

Grell: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree

William T. Spears: ive never laughged at a piss joke. (sees how impressed everyone is, takes it one step further) in fact, ive never laughed before in my life.

Ronald Knox: every woman ivr ever spoken to would describe our correspondence as “Graceful”

Undertaker: bring me your dead pet and i will make a sword out of it for $39

Vincent:  i put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like “oh tortures bad”,“its ineffective” fuck off

Ash/Angela: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

Bring Out Your Dead

So I’m putting off writing a scene that I’ve rewritten a dozen times and rather than bug the overly generous Mr. Gimple for more writing tips (he has a show to prepare after all)—- I thought I’d shake out the cobwebs by laying some fresh impressions of Walker Stalker experience on y’all.

I said “y’all” because I now wish I lived in the Dallas convention center… in booth number 30. I’m pretty sure my wife wouldn’t mind and my daughter would have the run of the place. She’d also have as many “zombie show” treats as she could jam into her tiny little face.

And I’m pretty sure I could talk the #comicbookmen into living in booth 43. We’d have interesting neighbors anyway. (I think I’m going to finally run that marathon I’ve been unconsciously training for with Ming—-if we can talk AMC into chipping some money for our fave charitable organizations. WD VS COMICBOOKMEN!!!!). Maybe we could even get zombies to pop out of the crowd to chase us occasionally. Or super villains. Or BOTH! Can you imagine Lex Luthor and Gorilla Grodd and the entire Legion of Doom chasing us along with a legion of walkers in like Philly or something?!

Ok convention: First off, even though there were some rope lines, watching my fave actors interact with genuinely excited fans was just awesome. When I managed to see through the crowds anyway.

Chad Coleman is an old friend. A theater friend. One of those friends who when you talk to him after long absence it seems as if no time has passed. He’s also a great listener. Which is good, because I talk too much. Anyway he stayed late to meet as many folks as he could. Signed stuff for volunteers, gave of himself, genuinely took an interest in everyone he met. Treated fans he’d met with the same interest and warmth that he would muhself if we ran into each other in midtown. A walking lesson in simply being a person with other people.

We all went to Bobs steakhouse and talked too loud and laughed even louder. my new friend Daniel Thomas May and made plans to do stuff in the future.

I photobombed Michael Cudlitz. I photobombed a cast member of Lost. I had a picnic with some fans. I didn’t photobomb them but I wish I had.

I met the infamous “Aaron” who’s real name is Ross and isn’t really that infamous at all. Guys a mensch. And if you aren’t from NEW YORK CITY look up mensch. We sat down for horrible stir fry and I found myself face to face with a guy who, like me, was a broke damn actor going from job to job for a while before something special came along. He also does a killer Han Solo impression. He prodded me to whip out a childhood c3po impression. I’m gonna do a #goodnessgraciousme at him when we deplane.

I got bit by a lot of zombies.

I met 4 tween girls who were so fun and curious and COOL. If my kid turned out like any of them I’d be proud. (Stay 5 for just a little longer though honey…)

I met a bunch of kids from St. Jude who are fighting the good fight. I met a 16 year old cancer survivor. We talked zombies and comics, not cancer (I think that might have been a relief to him). And I made a mental note to raise some money for that organization.

I met friends of friends, cops, lawyers, doctors, a couple nurses, one lady that made guitar gear, another that had 6 kids. (She’s 6 times the woman I am) I asked her how she scheduled everything: “I just do.” She said. And SHRUGGED! Then one of her progeny hopped around to “my” side of the table and I had the rare opportunity to give a drawing lesson that my Uncle Walter gave me to a budding 14 year old cartoonist. I turned him on to “How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way” which was a primer for me in beginning to understand anatomy. (Not the end all in terms of comic drawing—- as Alan Moore said not everyone needs to draw like John Buscema—- but it’s a good start for someone who could turn out to be very talented young guy.) Look out Robert Kirkman. ;)

I made dinner plans with Giancarlo Esposito 6 times but he was so swamped and we were both so tired that we decided to do it in the spring in New York with my wife.wait til you guys see what we 3 have up our sleeves.

I bought a Walking Dead Compendium to replace the one my dog peed on. (At least I think it was my dog.)

I did a “hospital” panel with Tyler and Cullen Moss. Tyler was hilarious and awesome as usual. Cullen nearly threw the green lollipops he brought to the crowd. Or I hallucinated that he had. He had groupies! I talked to much. The moderators were awesome.

I said on stage that since I was a zombie in the remake of NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD that I’d gone from “walker to doctor”. Someone retweeted that a bunch of times. George Romero was my first director and the shouts from the audience when I mentioned him and special effects guru Tom Savini were loud as a religious revival. That gave me hope.

Season five posters were sold out so I have to wait to hang it in the office next to my comic book stuff.

The volunteers (especially my associate JOSIE) came out in droves and were so helpful and kind. None of them minded my mindless music recommendations and tales from the set. All of us couldn’t stop smiling. It was freeing somehow.

I don’t know how many hundreds of people I met (or zombies for that matter) but a happier, weirder, more excited group of individdles I cannot imagine. Haven’t felt this at home since my last Grateful Dead show.

All that to say that I finally understand what people mean by “Walking Dead Family”. That’s what we are after all. Thanks for adopting me.

Ok. Now I’m gonna listen to some Hawkwind and write this scene for this pilot.


IAN: Doctor. Doctor, come and have a look at this.
DOCTOR: Hmm? What?
IAN: Look.
DOCTOR: Huh, stupid.
IAN: Read it, read it.
DOCTOR: Well, I repeat, it’s stupid. A stupid place to put a poster. Right under a bridge where nobody can read it or see it.
IAN: I don’t know. If you have a body to get rid of, I should think it’s a very good place to come to.
DOCTOR: A dead human body in the river? I should say that’s near murder, isn’t it, hmm?
IAN: Bring out your dead.
IAN: Plague?

i’m 1000% convinced that Slit is citadel’s fashion police, with his scarf and his gloves as his matching belly/face staples

“those boots with that war paint? mmmmokay honey, good luck gettin’ into walhalla wearin’ that”

“here Nux, take these goggles, they bring out your eyes”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in that jacket! no human skin after may 1st, are you stupid?”

  • Grim Reaper: Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
  • Rumple: Here's one!
  • Hook: I'm not dead!
  • Grim Reaper: What?
  • Rumple: Nothing, nothing at all, here you are...
  • Hook: I'M NOT DEAD!
  • Grim Reaper: Here, he says he's not dead!
  • Rumple: Well he will be soon. Tomorrow at dawn! Or no, when the stars in the sky align with the stars in the hat!
  • Rumple: Look I swear he's going to die soon.
  • Hook: Like hell I will! I'm a survivor!
  • Rumple: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
  • Grim Reaper: If he's dead why is he still talking?
  • Rumple: Be quiet!
  • Grim Reaper: I can't take him like this, it's against regulations.
  • Rumple: Oh don't be such a coward! Look I promise he's pretty much dead. Can't you hang around for a few minutes?
  • Grim Reaper: No, sorry, I'm already behind schedule, you know how it is.
  • Hook: listen to your gut!
  • Hook: or like what would be your gut if you had that type of thing
  • Hook: Don't let the crocodile tell you your job!
  • Grim Reaper: You know what, you're right
  • Grim Reaper: I don't work for you Dark One
  • Hook: YOU GO GIRL
  • Hook: or man or whatever you are!
  • Grim Reaper: Thank you Captain!
  • Rumple: