All Along the Watchtower - 12x23 (and 12x22) and Circular Narrative Structure

An entity with yellow eyes enters a nursery:

1x01(Azaezel Prince of Hell over Sam’s crib)

and 12x23 (Jack the Nephilim, son of Lucifer and Kelly)

A woman dies in a nursery:

1x01 (Mary Winchester burns on the ceiling)

and 12x23 (Kelly Kline dies in a blaze of light giving birth to Jack)

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“No politician in history, and I say this with great surety, has been treated worse or more unfairly,” Donald Trump said this week as he heard the special prosecutor’s footsteps.

Thus did our assured head of state, equal parts narcissistic and uninformed, rank his treatment worse than that of Benito Mussolini (executed corpse beaten and hung upside down in public square), Oliver Cromwell (body disinterred, drawn and quartered, hanged and head hung on spike), Leon Trotsky (exiled and killed with icepick to the skull), William Wallace (dragged naked by horses, eviscerated, emasculated, hanged and quartered) and the headless Louis XVI, Mary Queen of Scots and Charles I.

anonymous asked:

WHAT IS THE NEW ENGLAND VAMPIRE PANIC IT SOUNDS AMAZING PLEASE ENLIGHTEN US also i lov gothic lit more than i love anything else so please dear goodness is it in any way related to vampirism in lit / dracula's affect on the general public ANYWAY IT SOUNDS WILDE



this is less of a panic actually and more of a sustained belief that the outside world became more aware of all at once so it seemed like a condensed event

belief in vampires was a Thing in much of the world for a really long time, including rural New England (mostly Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Vermont). during the 19th century, tuberculosis was also a very big, very bad Thing as @queenofairandsnarkness pointed out. it’s transmitted through microscopic aerosolized drops of infected saliva when the victim coughs, and highly contagious, especially among families or other people who live in close quarters. in a time when people commonly shared beds for warmth, quarters could be very close. one case usually became an outbreak

a wasting illness that slowly drains the energy and strength from its victims…sound familiar? 

the word “vampire” was seldom if ever used, but stories spread of the consumptive dead- the consumed, I guess you could say -rising and stalking the village. often they were said to prey specifically on their own family members. it’s a bit dicey in these accounts whether the villagers believed the vampires spread the disease or it was a vampire instead of the disease

the body of the suspected vampire would be disinterred and examined. if the hair or nails seemed to have grown (a common misconception with fresh corpses, since the scalp and nail beds draw backand make nails and hair look longer) or the mouth was bloody (decomposition. fluids. enough said), the corpse would be staked in the grave. 

or decapitated 

or have a brick stuffed in its mouth

or all three

overkill was very big in rural 19th century New England. but that wasn’t the most gruesome part. often, the vampire’s organs would be cut out and burned on a gravestone or in a forge. the ashes would then be mixed in water and given to a victim to drink

why they kept doing this cure even though it had literally a 0% success rate is beyond me. maybe everyone knew a “friend’s cousin’s sister” it had worked for. maybe chain emails would have been huge in 1860s Vermont. go figure

anyway, the most famous face of the New England Vampire Panic was Mercy Brown, a 19-year-old girl who died of consumption in 1892. shortly thereafter, her ailing brother claimed that Mercy came and sat on his chest, draining the life from him. the obligatory mob dug up her grave, found her corpse well-preserved, and assumed not that being buried in January in Rhode Island had frozen the corpse but that she was a vampire. they gave her brother her heart to drink. her brother still died. this is my shocked face

the press got ahold of some of these stories and regarded them with a curious mixture of classism and Victorian morbidity. these were country people, after all- superstitious yokels with backward beliefs alien to a new age of enlightenment. (can you feel the extreme sarcasm there) 

never mind that the medicine of the time only accepted germ theory near the end of the century and had no more idea what caused TB than a Connecticut farmer burning his neighbor’s liver on an anvil. people have always loved to feel superior to someone

anyway, as for influence on literature, it’s possible. authors get their information from varied sources; I’m sure any vampire lit that existed at the time was fair game for Stoker to read. it’s been suggested that Lucy Westenra is based on Mercy Brown, but honestly I think she’s too common of an archetype to cite any specific inspiration. other people have argued that there hadn’t been time for the newspaper reports to reach Stoker in England when he wrote the book in 1897. one way or another, I guess you could argue that the NEVP influenced him in the sense that all vampire lore did

H.P. Lovecraft references the exhumation of Mercy Brown in his story “The Shunned House” as does Caitlin Kiernan in “So Runs the World Away.” There are also a few movies that draw inspiration from her story, I believe, but I’m not sure which ones they are.


here is an excellent article about it


Carl Tanzler was a german born bacteriologist who developed an obsession for a young Cuban-american who suffered from tuberculosis. Despite the doctor’s best efforts, his patient, Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos succumbed from the disease. Tanzler commissioned the construction of an above ground mausoleum which he visited every night. After 2 years, visiting her grave no longer satisfied his obsession. One night of April 1933, Tanzler crept through the cemetery and removed Hoyos’s body, transporting her to his home. He attached the corpse bones together with wire, scooped out what was left of her eyes and replaced it with glass ones, replaced the skin with wax and plaster, filled the corpse chest cavity with rags as her inside was completely decomposed, along with her scalp which resulted in her hair falling out. Once again Tanzler had a solution, he fashioned a wig from the hair. He dressed her in stockings,dresses, jewelry, and placed her in his bed. Tanzler also used disinfectant, preserving agents and perfume to hide the odor of the decomposed body of Hoyos that was now dead for 9 years. Hoyos’s body was finally discovered in 1940, after her sister heard rumors of Tanzler sleeping with the disinterred corpse of her sister and decided to confront the doctor. Tanzler was arrested but the case was eventually dropped as the statute of limitations for the crime had expired.

It Should Have Been Garth...

Narratively speaking, Garth was the one who should have been killed in 12x21, not Eileen.

Why? Because Eileen is human, whereas Garth is, since 9x12 Sharp Teeth, a werewolf, although he’s still a hunter and he doesn’t eat people. 

S12 has had such a strong theme running through it, woven into the BMOL vs Winchesters’ storyline, one which is spelled out for us in this exchange between Dean and Mick in 12x16 Ladies Drink Free:

MICK: “Killing monsters is what we do. Or maybe, palling around with demons and witches, you’ve forgotten…”

DEAN: “You thnk it’s that simple, huh?”

MICK: “I really do.”

DEAN: “Yeah? I used to think the same thing. Well, here’s a little tip. Things ain’t that black and white out here.” 

Dean then goes on to tell Mick the story of Magda (from 12x04 American Nightmare) and how despite the fact she was psychic and had killed people with her powers (without meaning to) they let her go and gave her a second chance, because, Dean says, “It was the right thing to do.”

Of course this is all a horrible irony for the audience, as we know what Dean doesn’t - that Ketch found and murdered Magda, cleaning up, from the BMOL perspective, a “Winchester mess”. 

This theme, of a clash between the Winchester brothers’ grey area perspective and the BMOL’s black-and-white view of the supernatural, has been tied throughout the season into another narrative thread of S12 - namely disinterring the Winchesters’ family psycho-drama, thanks to the return of Mary Winchester.

 In particular this has meant the haunting of the S12 narrative by the ghost of John Winchester, which the BMOL in fact exist to provide a parallel to - because John also had a very black and white view of the supernatural. This John/ BMOL parallel is made particularly evident by having BMOL assassin Ketch become Mary’s lover, just like John before him.

See the post below for more on the ghost of John Winchester: 


The John Winchester’s ghost theme is made explicit for the audience in 12x21 There’s Something About Mary, when Lady Toni taunts Mary by filling her in on John’s less than stellar parenting:

Lady Toni: “The drunken rages, the weeks of abandonment… child abuse, really.”

My point is, that the BMOL’s monster-genocide plans should have been enough, within the narrative, to get Sam and Dean to reject them. And that would have been logically underlined by the killing of their were-wolf friend, Garth.  

Making the BMOL additionally decide to exterminate all the American hunters, is a narrative cop-out. It dissipates the tension, carefully previously set up, between “all-monsters-are-bad” and “some-of-them-are-cool-and-our-friends”, perspectives. 

Hating the BMOL for killing Eileen and planning to kill Sam and Dean, is easy for the audience. It sinks Dabb’s attempt to make a successful subterranean parallel with Trump’s America, which would have been much better served by making the audience realise (along with Sam and Dean) that the BMOL’s desire to exterminate every member of a group for being different (even if they are “monsters”) is inherently morally wrong.  

John Winchester himself would have been outraged by Eileen’s death and by the BMOL’s kill order on American hunters. On the other hand, the BMOL murder of were-wolf Garth? Probably not so much.

So, quite apart from the way Eileen was killed, tossing her away disrespectfully in the cold open of 12x21:


her death, as the reason Sam and Dean wise-up and stop working with the BMOL undermines the narrative structure of the entire season. It pulls the punch.

Sorry Garth, but it should have been you who got made into Hell-hound chow. 

The Mushroom Shepherd

Genre: gay fairytales, action fantasy

Words: 8k

Summary: A fungus fairy is born and cast out by her people, she befriends the fairy sent to watch her but something begins to stir close to home

Spores, the fungus fairy, decides to prove herself against a dark enemy to earn her place back in The Canopy and maybe grow closer to her watcher

warning: for violence and fighting

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This part is long as hell but I just couldn’t shorten it any further. It’s also kind of feelsy so if you want to really tug on your heartstrings (as I know some of you sick lil shits will - myself included) then play this song when you read the line “I always did have the worst luck.” As requested by @delicatelygrandtraveler, @sxnali, @arabella-loves-coffee, and @meganlpie; this is the latest chapter of Plague - enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I read part 6 today almost as soon as you posted it. It’s fantastic! There is going to be another part, right?


Omg the feeeeeels from part 6 of Plague! It was so profund and emotional, it was a challenge for both of them

I am LOVING Plague! Loki is one of my favorite characters and you write him so well! I cannot wait to read the next part!

Plague (Part 7)

Part 6

Thor was careful returning to Loki’s room as he had just seen you leaving it. One half of his brain argued with the other as it collectively questioned what had ensued since he’d been gone. He wanted to believe that you had been sensible and had begun your separation from his brother, but the more naïve part of him hoped he wasn’t so bad that you would feel obligated to abandon him. It was difficult being the closest thing Loki had to a friend, and so desperately did Thor want him to be well again.  

He just knew that there must be good still remaining within his brother; there had to be. If his work with the Avengers didn’t bring it forth, then perhaps you could. Loki clearly was more… willing to try the latter method. As he stood contemplating such things, he realised that several minutes had passed. Shaking his mane of hair, Thor slipped quietly into the room to see that Loki was curled up under the covers. 

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I appreciate that some of you may find these a little tasteless but let’s remember that St Valentine was beaten to death with clubs, beheaded, buried under the cover of darkness and disinterred by his followers and you commemorate his martyrdom by sending each other flowers and chocolates…

I’ve noticed a lot of Valentines cards floating around featuring Serial Killer ‘Bloodyface’/Dr Oliver Threadson from American Horror Story over the past few days so I decided as my own middle finger to hallmark holidays, I’d knock up a couple of my own 'cards’ for those amongst you that appreciate a little dark humor. After all, Ed Gein rhymes with Valentine…

Please feel free to download, repost and reblog, just make sure you leave me credit where possible by either tagging me on instagram @misslaake or leaving the caption as written here below your reblog!

Beauty but also a beast

Request: no request 

Paring: Scott McCall • Reader

Summary: Y/N doesn’t know about Scott being a werewolf. One night she was at the high school studying and she sees Scott as this beast. She still sees him as a “beauty”.

A/N: I really like this story and I hope you do too. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by livestwolf

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blueflowwer:I should point out that Mary wanted to be buried with her mother in St Peterbrough Cathedral, but her request got ignored

Yes, and by the same token, Elizabeth I wanted to be - and initially was - buried with her grandparents Henry VII and Elizabeth of York.  However, James I & VI had her disinterred because *he* wanted to be buried with the first Tudor monarchs.  He had Mary I and Elizabeth I’s shared monument erected in Westminster.  He’s also the one who dictated the inscription on their monument.  At least the sisters are together for eternity.

kaikamahine  asked:

Lana! For your Shallura hour: dancing! Formal dances or kitchen dances, canon or AU, you decide! :D

so they’re at some kind of formal event and Allura doesn’t want to talk to that purple minityrant, and she’s wearing a backless dress which may have been a bad choice, but at least she looks good right???? right???????

Allura had nearly dropped her glass when she’d seen who it was causing such a stir across the room. She hadn’t expected him to show up—she’d thought that Lotor had been stashed somewhere else, another galaxy, another universe preferably if it meant that she wouldn’t have had to see him again.  But here he was, and if he saw her he’d draw attention for the sheer joy of ruining her plans.

If it wouldn’t have caused a diplomatic incident, she’d have leaped across the room and strangled him herself.  But instead she turned abruptly to Shiro (who had been oddly tense the whole night, why were humans so strange, he looked more than fine in his borrowed tunic and trousers and boots and maybe it was more distracting to her to see him dressed like an Altean than she’d anticipated) and said, “We’re going to dance.”

Shiro said something that sounded like “Uh?” as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the middle of the couples already out on the floor, her skirts rustling angrily around her ankles.  “You can dance, can’t you?” she whispered, turning so they were facing each other.  Shiro looked like he was about to say something, but he nodded instead, and Allura pursed her lips.

“I want to avoid Lotor seeing my face,” she told him, speaking low and quickly as she stepped close and put a hand on his shoulder.  “If he sees me, he may be able to disinter that the others are here as well, and that would put them in more danger, so.  Dance with me.”

Shiro seemed not to know what to do with his hands for a moment, but when he swallowed hard and his palm slid to her waist, Allura realized she may have made a terrible mistake. She wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on keeping them away from Lotor’s path around the room, because his hand was too warm and too much of a delicious weight on her skin, and why had she chosen this particular dress, this backless dress?

“Lead the way,” she murmured, and hoped for the best.

garden of night

memories interred in this dusky soil
haunt dreams, as a smile bursting
behind the seams of
- really a scream in
the key of frailty -

interrupt the disinterred
with a tipping; do you hear
the bones sing, wailing
whistles into the eyes of stars?

//my heart is a deaf drum marching
to the vibration of its own longing//

/will no one
dig me out of this
earthbound skin?/

I eased him into his new bed [beneath the floorboards]. A week later, I wondered whether his body had changed at all or had started to decompose. I disinterred him and pulled the dirt-stained youth up onto the floor. His skin was very dirty. I stripped myself naked and carried him into the bathroom and washed the body.“

- Dennis Nilsen, ‘Killing For Company’

It is Narrated that Imam Sadiq (a.s.) was asked,

“O son of Allah’s Messenger! Suppose the grave of Imam Husain (a.s.) is disinterred, would anything be found in it?”

Imam (a.s.) replied: Ibne Bukair! What a great questions you asked. Indeed, Imam Husain (a.s.) along with his father, mother and his brother, are with Allah’s Messenger in his house and they are being rewarded and sustained, like the Prophet (s.a.w.s.) is.

Imam Husain (a.s.) clings to the right side of the Throne and says, “My lord, fulfill Your promise to me.”

Imam Husain (a.s.) looks at his visitors and he knows them and knows their names, fathers’ names and what they carry along with them, better than they know their own sons. Also he looks at those who weep upon him and seeks forgiveness for them and asks his father to seek forgiveness for them.

And he says to them:

“O one who weeps on me, if you knew what Allah has prepared for you, you would be more happy than you are aggrieved. Allah will indeed forgive every sin and mistake due to these tears.”

[ Kamil Al-Ziyarat Ch 32 ]


when skids comes through the portal from luna one, he doesn’t remember anything. he doesn’t remember who he is, or where he came from, or even what he’s (supposed to be) doing. he doesn’t have any memory of his past at all. at first, he doesn’t even remember his own name.

but none of that really seems to bother skids. in fact, he seems to be enjoying it. he likes getting to know himself all over again. he likes being able to make up whoever he wants to be.

some of it does eventually come back, but there are still gaps in his memories, blanks in his head. one’s fairly recent, just the last six months or so - luna one, the “assassination” attempt on tyrest, and the nudge gun - and one’s much bigger, from much farther back - grindcore.

and there’s a song stuck somewhere in there, too.

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Joan Wytte was born in 1775 in Bodmin, Cornwall. Joan’s healing practices included the use of “clooties” (or “clouties”), strips of cloth taken from a sick person and tied to a tree or a holy well as a form of sympathetic magic, such that when the cloth rots, the disease was believed to dissipate (see other photos in this set). Later in life, she became very ill-tempered as a result of a tooth abscess, and would shout and rail at people. She often became involved in fights where she exhibited remarkable strength and people came to believe she was possessed by the devil. She was eventually incarcerated in Bodmin Jail, not for witchcraft but for public brawling, and due to poor conditions in the jail, Joan died of bronchial pneumonia at the age of 38. Her bones were disinterred and used for séances and various pranks, then later displayed at the Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle, Cornwall. It is said that, while her skeleton was on display in the museum, they started to experience disruptive poltergeists, and a witch was bought in to advise them, who said that Wytte’s spirit wished to be laid in a proper burial. She was finally laid to rest in a peaceful wooded area in Boscastle”