This is probably awful of me but my favorite thing about that TFA Rey and Obi ficlet was the fact that probably Vader was carrying around his old master like some snow white or sleeping beauty bullshit lmao
Made me feel as if I’d been asleep for a year, slumbering
inside a glass coffin, and he had just shattered through it and shaken me to
consciousness. - ACOMAF Chapter 42.
I’m going to assume I’m jumping on the bandwagon very late and that someone has already pointed this feyrhys quote out with regards to the Snow White story that’s going to be woven into ACOWAR but on the off-chance no-one has…
Relatives of a pregnant Honduran teenager, Neysi Perez, who had been buried after being pronounced dead at a hospital, broke down her tomb and pulled out her coffin after apparently hearing banging from the inside.
Nelsy Perez, 16, was then rushed to a clinic, still lying in her coffin and dressed in the wedding gown she was going to wear when she married the father of her unborn child, but doctors there found no signs of life.
Relatives say they observed signs of a struggle in the broken glass panel of the coffin over her face, and bruises on her fingers.
The case has sparked much speculation over what could have happened. Some have suggested catalepsy, a nervous condition that causes muscular rigidity, insensitivity to external stimuli and weak respiration.
Others speculate the damage to the inside of the coffin could be explained by body decomposition.(Source)
At first, they were really just making the videos they wanted to make. “Pop Is Dead” is literally a treatment that Thom wrote, down to every frame—we had the entire Radiohead fan club carrying him across the Oxford Downs in a glass coffin.
Dilly Gent, Radiohead’s ex-video comissioner proving what we all know: Pop Is Dead was entirely Thom’s fault
down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log
full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. it rested right on
the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head and ears as
pointed as knives.
“Everyone thinks of [fairy tales] in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.” - Seanan McGuire, “Indexing”
The hand that had been on my waist slid across my abdomen, hooking into the low-slung belt there. I rested my head between his shoulder and neck, staring at the crowd as they stared at me, savoring every place where Rhys and I connected wanting more more more.
And for the long hour afterward, my focus half remained on the High Lord whose hands and mouth and body had suddenly made me feel awake—burning. It didn’t make me forget, didn’t make me obliterate hurts or grievances, it just made me…alive. Made me feel as if I’d been asleep for a year, slumbering inside a glass coffin, and he had just shattered through it and shaken me to consciousness.
The High Lord whose power had not scared me. Whose wrath did not wreck me.
I needed to doodle more pastel goth Togami and Naegi and then my hand slipped and it became pastel goth Naegami whoops.
I’ll probably draw more shenanigans later.
My Naegi rp blog is so flooded with notes I can’t see the dash anymore because of the question from Togami, help.
And yes, Togami’s glasses are coffin shaped.
Obedience is not a virtue. I wanted to please everyone but myself, and I had to lose everything to learn that lesson. For my pride I had to lie in a glass coffin for twenty years to learn my lesson. By the time I was released, I understood. My husband was a good man, but he did not rescue me. I rescued myself.