#words of a girl no more

[omtai]

between-songs transcript (seattle, july 11th 2025)

under the cut for the sake of your dash because one thing that girl can do is ramble

(between dead! and disappear) Please, water for the boy! How are you! It’s been a very long time, it’s nice to see you! Good news, America! We’re The Black Parade! Brought to you by our most kindest, gentlest, Grand Immortal Dictator… if you would all be so kind as to make some noise! He who shall not die… and has never looked better… and we are being supported by The Draag National Auxillary Band, thank you so very much! Are you ready to have fun? Seattle! Let’s go!

(election) Hello Seattle! It’s a beeauuutiful daaaaay to be hereeee… with yoooou… right now, we’re gonna try an experiment, maybe. Maybe an experiment, maybe a practice of democracy. When you came in, you got a sign. Yes, you got a sign. One side says yea! The other side, says nay. What we are gonna do here is have an election. If you would pay attention to the big red round circle in the centre, you’ll see our four candidates for election. You will get a chance to vote them in or out of office. Seattle, are you ready?! Now, who rejects these individuals and does not want to elect them, say nay! Up, all around! Let me see the black if you disagree! Now I need to hear you. I don’t know. We have a lot more to try. There’s only one more colour. And that’s yea! Who would love to elect these individuals, let me hear you! All together, yeas and nays up at the same time, yea and boo, let me hear you! That’s a lot of fucking yea! Let’s go! Roll! Ready! Set! FIRE! Thank you! Thank you so very much for participating in democracy!

(news anchor after teenagers) Our time has come. (something) A simple act as many. A single word repeats across the stars, and then our hearts create us. And comes the time when all must ask, what cost to hide? What loss so great to scrawl our names in sand, or chisel them in concrete? Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight to all.

(after disenchanted in response to crowd lights) Paris… is beautiful at night. Paris is beautiful.

(starting b stage before im not okay) Please make some noise for Clarice Jensen. A dear friend of mine showed me her music a long time ago, we’re very lucky to have her. So one more time, please make some noise for her. And please, please make some noise for the Violent Femmes. It’s a dream just to have such a legendary band you grew up listening to, just sweet—sweet people, and just wonderful, music, that we’d listen to all our lives. So thank you. We’re My Chemical Romance. We’re gonna play you some songs, if that’s okay. Is it not okay?

(after im not okay) Thank you very much! We’re gonna—we’re? I’m gonna get this glove off. It’s so tight. Urgh! It’s the first time we’ve attempted anything like this. You know, like, all that stuff. Who was at the very first Black Parade show? Like the one with the, the stuff. When we had the stuff, and the uniforms… who was there? Pretty wild. Thank you for coming back. (laughs) Frank said ‘no fuckin’ way’. No fuckin’ way these people are alive anymore if they're this old. Um, so many people to thank, and we’ll get through them all over the course of this tour, this is the first night of the tour, thank you for being here. We’re gonna shout out to Kayleigh Goldsworthy and Tucker Rule who were helping us with Clarice Jensen over in the Auxillary Band in The Country Of Draag. And all of our crew, thank you so very much. Everybody worked so very hard to make this happen, and there’s so many more people, whatever. We’re gonna play you a song off our first record, if that’s okay. It’s kinda stabby!

(after lady of sorrows) Those lyrics over there, they’re not for our benefit, right? Cause we got our own over here. Those are off the internet. Oh. Oh, I see what it is. I say something, it shows up there. Those weren’t singing lyrics. Yeah… yeah, yeah. That’s really fuckin’ cool. I got a really little mic stand now. All right. We got some shit to get through. This thing is off the um, the uh, second album. Pretty spooky! People used to put their light their—shit up, for this one. Their shit. Hey, I got a quick question, like, um, when you guys put your phones up, why is like it all blue now? Is that just, like, um, the new phones? Does my phone do that too? Everyone’s blue. It’s like, white, and blue. Anyway, fuck it, let’s go, this one’s called (spooky voice) The Ghost… of You.

(after ghost of you) We did, uh, a bunch of rehearsals, so we ran through this a bunch of times, a few times, um, in costume, and then uh, um, and also on here, and every time we got here it’d be like oh fuck, oh my god, how are we gonna do this? So old! That’s all the rest of that. I gotta drink some water, though. Um. Yeah. What was I gonna say? What was the thought I had? Oh, it’s really fun! That was the point. We’re having a great time. Um, uh, who’s coming out to some of the other ones? This part will be different, each time, and I’m sure some shit’s gonna change over there. We got a whole week to workshop that shit, you know what I mean? Gonna put somebody in a fucking rocket, who knows? WHO KNOWS! Alright, you ready to keep going? Let’s go! BRR! (nasally voice) Killjoys! Make some noise!

(after na na na) Thank you so much! So, a lot of people helped put this together, there’s an amazing crew and an amazing cast, a lot of people spent a very long time on this. (gags) Drank too much water, sorry. And, uh, in some cases, feel like a year and a half, two years, in the trenches together, was really just a lot of fucking fun. Um, there’s somebody I feel the need to defend right now because he slapped me so hard tonight that I’m afraid for his life, and his name is Charlie Saxton, and he plays The Clerk over in Draag. But I gotta be honest, you guys had probably wanted to see me get slapped like that for like, twenty years, so… I give the people what they want, you know? Are you like a country (?) Alright, we got more shit to play. There’s no plan around here, about what to say or anything, I’m just drinking water, and we’re all hanging out with you guys. Let’s do what you say, yes? Keep it coming! Mikey Way, let’s go.

(after give em hell kid) Beautiful! Ugh. Frank put this together, I think, the setlist, Frank puts a lot of them together. (german accent) I just feel like dancing this time, you know? Feel like making dancing. Would you like to dance with us like we’re in a dark club? Make good time, yes? What you say? (gags) I got a little fucking hazer in my throat. Whatever. You know what I’m talking about. Everybody’s got hazer in their throat.

(after planetary go) It’s getting a little chilly, sorry. Give me a minute. Haha! Here. That was a safety hazard. So we’re gonna play you, uh, something we don’t get to play often, it’s a B-side off Black Parade. It’s called Heaven Help Us.

(after heaven help us) Ow! Haha. I was talking to (someone) about this. Fuck, this is fun. That song’s fucking good, man. You know, we—all the time, we’re like, man, why the fuck—(cut off by bury me in black starting) Aaagh! You knew how to get me through this, you just started! Oooh! (something), but we keep playing it!

(after bury me in black) That sounds good. It’s a new…day…Charlie Brown… it’s a new day, Charlie Brown. Lay your blockhead down. All new day… Charlie Brown. Two more. Song off the first record. First My Chemical Romance song ever recorded. It’s called Vampires Will Never Hurt You.

(after vampires) I’m gonna drink some water, then we’re gonna—we’re gonna play you one more song, okay, Seattle? And thank you so much. You’ve been—this has been really special. You’ve been very sweet, and patient, and awesome. So lovely.

[strawb3rrytiramisu]

If PJ has no fans then presume I am gone from this world

There is untapped Nightmare Time episode potential that lies in a Marty & Doc-esque mentorship between this nerdy prude and Hatchetfield College's kooky biology professor. She's chosen for a summer internship and the results are apocalypse-inducing. But hey if they manage to save the town then it'll make for one hell of a college essay

[nonexistent-triangle]

the most important parts of a bed are - pilow - banky - warm girlfriend

[laureala]

JUST LIKE HEAVEN — Olivia Rodrigo at Glastonbury 2025

Dancing in the deepest oceans Twisting in the water You're just like a dream

[valtsv]

Was the body dead when abandoned? Was the body abandoned? By whom had it been abandoned? It's Last Word Wednesday.

[castielsprostate]

breaking the sign in two by how hard im tapping it

[sweetiebabielovie]

eddie joins

2k, daddy kink, praise kink, subspace, aftercare

“You like that, pretty girl?” Eddie whispers in your ear. With your position in his lap, he pulls back your knees even further against his. “You like it when your daddy fucks you like that?”

You can only whimper in response.

“She loves it, dontcha baby?” Steve grunts from above you. “Always takes my cock so well.”

It was too much. It was everywhere and everything all at once. And it was amazing.

“Pinch her nipples, Eddie.” Steve tells the boy holding you as sweat drips down his brow. “Her pretty tits get so sensitive.” His own pretty noises have you clenching around him, unable to control how your body reacts to him.

“These sensitive?” Eddie’s tone is almost condescending as his hands leave your knees in favor of your nipples, he pinches them roughly between his forefingers and thumbs. “He’s right though, prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. You should see ‘em from here, big boy. They jiggle every time you thrust. Pity I can’t reach down and bite them.”

Steve’s vocal, you’re plenty used to it. But Eddie? Eddie rambles. And it’s intoxicating.

“Daddy,” You whine. For what? You’re not entirely sure.

“Such a whiny little girl,” Steve pouts at you, “You want more?”

“Uh huh,” You nod, eyes squeezed shut. “More, more, please.”

“What d’you want, hun? Tell me. Use your words.” Steve pants. He’s got one hand on your knee and the other against the back of the couch you’re sitting on. “Be a good girl and use your words f’me.”

“My clit.” You beg. “Please, daddy.”

“Munson,” Steve looks at him, “Spank her clit for me, will ya?”

“Oh,” You hear the smirk painting his face, you don’t need to see it to know it’s there. “Slut likes it rough.”

You pout and furrow your brows. “No.” You shake your head against Eddie’s chest.

“Not a slut,” Steve speaks for you between thrusts, pretty eyes looking into yours reassuringly. “She’s a good girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Good girl, good girl.” You mumble as you nod. “Your good girl.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby.” Eddie says as he kisses your temple, trying to rectify his mistake. “I’m sorry, you’re not a slut. You’re the best girl, I’m sorry.”

“Iss’okay.” You gasp. “You didn’t mean to, daddy. It’s okay.”

Eddie isn’t sure if he misheard you or if you misspoke, but the moniker makes his cock jump nonetheless.

“You want me to slap your clit, baby?” He asks, returning to Steve’s command. “Want me to make it hurt so good while daddy fucks you?”

“Yesyesyesyes. Please!”

“What was I thinking? Of course you’re a good girl, you use your manners so well.” His right hand leaves your nipple to reach downwards while his left hand stays put. “Didn’t know you two were into this kinda thing.”

“Don’t fuckin’ underestimate me, pretty boy.” Steve chuckles. He pulls back only slightly to stabilize himself as he brings the hand on the couch to your face. He strokes your cheeks so lovingly as he speaks. “You close, sweet girl?” You nod vehemently in response. “Eddie, I thought I told you to do something.”

“Your daddy’s a bossy pants, babygirl.” Eddie whispers in your ear conspiratorially. “Sir, yes sir.”

The hand that was unhurriedly circling your clit pulls away and comes back quickly, smacking your clit lightly. You let out a surprised ‘Oh’ at the hit.

“Come on, Munson.” Steve scoffs. “Our girl can handle much more than that. Harder.”

Another harsher hit comes down on your clit and your whole body jumps. “Oh!”

“You like that?” Eddie smiles, his surprise easily melting into excitement. “You want some more?”

“More.” You confirm. “Faster. Please.”

“Fuckin’ love it when you say please.” Steve growls as he thrusts into you faster. “Oh fuck. Eddie, please. Gonna cum.”

Eddie’s harsh swats at your clit grow faster and faster along with your and Steve’s moans.

“Daddy! Daddy gonna cum!” You squeal at the stimulation. “Please, please can I cum?”

“Just a bit longer, honey.”

You damn near cry at the refusal, but you’re a good girl and you always listen to your daddy.

“Come on, Steve. You won’t make the pretty girl wait, will you? You’ve been fucking her so good, she can’t help it.”

“So good, daddy. Always so good.” You nod along with Eddie.

“How much do you like it, sweet thing? How much do you like Steve’s big cock in your pussy, stretching you so wide?” Eddie’s goading Steve and you know it. But the way he pants at his words shows just how much he’s loving it. “It’s a miracle it even fits, it’s so big. You love daddy��s big cock filling you up?”

“Love it so much. Want him in me all the-all the time. Can never get enough.”

“Fuck!” Steve grunts as he spills himself inside of you. But he doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, knowing you aren’t far behind him. “Fuck, fuck. Oh god. Come on, sweet girl. Come on, cum for me.”

“Come on, pretty girl.” Eddie moans, the scene in front of him almost too hot to handle. His hand smacks your clit even faster as you approach that precipice. “Cum for daddy.”

You tumble over the edge with a scream you barely recognize as your own.

It’s almost instant, the way you float away. Your eyes glaze over and you go limp in Eddie’s lap as the warmth of your post orgasmic haze washes over you.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Steve murmurs as he gathers you into his arms, his soft cock slowly slipping out of your bullied hole. You unknowingly groan at the loss of him. “I know, I know. It’s okay.”

“Felt so good, daddy. Was so good, thank you.” You babble as your boyfriend dotes on you.

“It’s Steve, baby. Not daddy right now. Just Steve.”

“Steve.” You nod, nuzzling into his cheek. “My Stevie.”

“Yeah, baby. Your Stevie.” Steve smiles, completely lovesick. “Lay back, hun.”

Eddie watches in awe as Steve lays you down on the opposite end of the couch, his actions oh so loving. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. His own need for aftercare makes him feel alienated. It’s his first time doing this with the two of you and he no longer knows his place in the equation. Should he leave now? Was this it? How awkward would it be if he started getting dressed-

“Eds,” Steve calls to him softly, breaking the ugly cycle of his thoughts. “Lick her clean for me?” He asks as he spreads your legs in Eddie’s line of sight.

“Really?” Eddie asks, both in surprise and exhilaration. Your pussy is a leaking mess in front of him and he can’t take his eyes off of it. Eddie’s cum from his previous round mixes with Steve’s and your juices and it paints a glorious picture. “It won’t be too much for her?”

“Just a bit.” Steve nods as he smooths out the hair stuck to your forehead. “But it brings her back. Be gentle, though. Kitten licks.”

Eddie lays down on his stomach between your legs and kisses your inner thighs as he settles in. He slowly inches towards your aching center. “Such a pretty pussy.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss to your puffy clit.

“The prettiest.” Steve agrees, he gathers Eddie’s hair out of the way for him and squeezes his shoulder gently. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie languidly kisses and licks your folds, gathering all the evidence of the night on his tongue. He makes sure to be gentle, just like Steve said. He knows you’ve come back when your hands tangle in his hair. You gently tug him up by his roots and he obliges to the wordless command, crawling up into your embrace.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He smiles at you softly and positively glows when you smile back. “Feel good?” You nod and close your eyes, content. “Did so good, pretty. So good.”

“Thank you.” You peck his lips and he hums in gratitude. “You took care of me so well. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He grins, knowing that you caught onto the pun. “‘M sorry, by the way. For what I said.”

“No, Eddie.” You frown at him. “It’s okay, you didn’t know. I promise, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” He smiles softly and kisses you again, deeper this time. “I did good?”

“So good.” You nod at him, hands still tangled in his luscious locks. “Always knew you had a way with words, but damn.”

“Yeah?” He smiles pridefully.

“Mhm,” You hum and nod your approval. “Steve never finishes so quick.”

“He’s so easy to read.” He giggles.

“Tell me about it.” You laugh. “He gets this little furrow between his brows right here.” You thumb at the spot you’re referencing on Eddie’s forehead. Between the brows but a bit closer to the left one. “That’s when you know he’s close.”

“Stop exposing all my secrets.” Steve groans as he walks back into the living room. His arms are full of water bottles and a rogue pack of lemon biscuits he must have found in the back of the pantry. A towel wet with warm water hangs against his forearm like a butler in a fancy restaurant. “Gotta stay hydrated.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You smile as you and Eddie sit up, your arms out in want of a water bottle. Steve hands you one and Eddie the other, placing his own and the biscuits on the coffee table.

“Lean back, baby.” Steve instructs Eddie, whose eyes stay on you as you guzzle your water.

“He means you, Eds.” You giggle as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, reaching over for the biscuits.

Eddie’s eyes grow wide as he looks at Steve, who only nods at him and gently pushes his shoulders back. Steve gets down on the floor and situates himself between Eddie’s knees.

He gently drags the warm towel over Eddie’s still semi-hard cock and down along his balls. “Want me to take care of you?” Steve asks, eyes all round and sincere.

“No, that’s okay.” Eddie shakes his head. “Twice is more than enough for one night, three times would be greedy.”

“No such thing.” You shake your head as you dust off your hands from the biscuit you stuffed into your mouth, coming over to drape yourself against Eddie’s side. “You did so well for us today, Eddie baby. If you want one more, we won’t say no.”

“Yeah, promise.” Steve nods as he cleans up his own cum from Eddie’s stomach.

“No, no, I’m serious. I’m not shy, I’d tell you.” He shakes his head. “It’s too sensitive right now. Besides, he’ll go down in a couple minutes.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Steve sighs, shuffling on his knees to come in front of you. “You too, sweet girl. Lean back, let me assess the damage.”

“Always so nice to me, Stevie.” You smile as you listen to his instructions. “Almost like you love me or something.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffs in amusement, “Almost.” He drags the other side of the towel against your inner thighs, the rough fabric getting cooler by the second. He cleans up what Eddie didn’t get and then some. “All done.” He pats your thigh and gets up, grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. “Go to the bathroom, then meet in my room, yeah?”

“Okay.” You nod happily, pecking Steve on the cheek and Eddie on the head as you happily strut off.

“Come on, let’s go.” Steve grabs Eddie’s hand this time and drags him upstairs to the bedroom. It happens so fast, Eddie barely has the time to think himself back into that spiral.

By the time the boys are settled in bed, curled up around each other, both in a pair of Steve’s boxers, you’re back.

“Oh,” You pause as you take in their outfits. “I wanna be matching, too.” You decide, and turn to rummage in Steve’s drawers. The boy in question only chuckles at your antics. You quickly shuffle into a pair of blue plaid ones to complement Steve’s choice of red and Eddie’s choice of black before climbing into the bed, making a place for yourself between them.

You curl into Eddie and nuzzle your face into his neck, Steve quick to follow and sandwich you between the two of them, his arm thrown out across your waist and onto Eddie’s to pull him closer.

Eddie doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but right now, he can’t bring himself to care.

[poscariastri]

Formula 1 beef in miami

[agirlfromnaboo]

How it feels to be a Scott Barringer fan in a sea of Anakin Skywalker and Sam Monroe content

[dreamybagel]

Rebellion is built on sleep (1/2)

[emerdoodls]

saw superman twice, immediately started convincing toddlers to say "i'm hopemaxxing" bc i heard someone say it on the way out of the movie the first time

[bobosbillionsknives]

Plot of trigun (1998)

[teh-nos]

okay, so the thing with wishing we could kudos every chapter of a fic.

i get it, we all want to hit the little like button more than once, it's the easiest way to express our approval/enjoyment/gratitude. i am going to address this to a generic 'you' (hello Y/N!) and assume that 'you' has either never posted fic to ao3 or hasn't posted both oneshots and multichapter works.

hits, kudos, comments, bookmarks. every marker of popularity (which many will interpret as quality) on ao3 is inadvertantly weighted in favour of works with more chapters. no, not longer necessarily, but with more chapters. go and sort a few fandoms by any of those stats and you'll probably be able to spot this trend in action right away.

oneshots are only at the top of a tag (by the default date sorting) once, and even if you re-read it you can only leave one kudos on it.

a multichapter can stay near the top of the update-sorted results for months if you time your chapter drops right, and of course every time someone comes back for the next chapter that's another hit, and being seen more it is more likely to end up with more kudos. you can still only leave one per work, though, which limits the effects to some extent. multichapter works still tend to overall outperform oneshots on stats, and the longer they are the more likely that becomes, but you'll still usually see a couple of oneshots on the first page if you sort that list by kudos.

and a lot of people (percentage unknown) do sort by kudos (or some other stat) and works at the top of 'by kudos' will thus attract more readers and more kudos. so there's an incentive to get as many kudos as you can on your fic, and if cutting it up into 250 chapters will help... well it already does, and that's had an effect whether writers will admit to dragging fics out a bit on purpose or not, but imagine if that effect were to become orders of magnitude more intense.

even if you personally prefer longer fics cut into fairly short chapters, you probably don't want to get your 150k epic in chapters of only a 100-300 words, do you? you don't want the oneshot writers to just give up when every page, no matter how they're sorted, is full of 5000-chapter works to the point that readers now riot when asked to read a whole 2000 words in one go. your fave author is now feeling insecure because chapter 12 didn't get as many kudos as the last one did.

and this is why ao3 will never let you leave kudos on every chapter. they're aware that the site already incentivises chaptering works and doing that more than you otherwise might. so you're just going to have to learn to put an emoji heart in the comment box.

[random-cockroach]

My brain malfunctioned and I was digging in MTMTE the whole day, forgot to blink, kicked pillow 8 times and was talking with my reflection 6 times

Ended up with 60+ screenshots of nerds being socially awkward/abnormal/straightforward because we use books to talk, not people, silly, cool or sweet, or just facts ahah

[justafewberries]

Lenore Dove is the dead wife in the montage, and she should have died in the jail. From the moment we leave District Twelve, she exists predominately outside of the narrative, and only through Haymitch's memory. Consequentially, she's dead the moment we leave 12, just like a dead-wife montage.

The whole pre-reaping scene reads like a dead wife montage. He colors her with vibrancy. He tells us about how smart she is, how she seems to know everything there is to know, and he just listens because he loves her so much. It makes sense. Haymitch spends his time from the train onward mourning her like he has already lost her. In a sense, he has. He is convinced he will never see her again, and, in turn, his conviction transforms his girl into a haunting, guiding-force- the dead wife archetype.

Which would make it all the more devastating if the dead wife never came back to life.

When reading SOTR, I was convinced the call in the study would be their final words together. In The Raven, the narrator calls out to his beloved and receives no answer:

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— Merely this and nothing more.

Which already parallels the line at the end of the call:

But I'm trying to be noble, to, pull myself up to say those words, when the line goes dead without warning. "Lenore Dove? Lenore Dove?" She's gone. Truly for good, this time.

An auditory final goodbye would have paralleled the Raven, but it also would have lent itself to more hallucinations. Haymitch could have come to believe he hallucinated the call. He could have blamed Plutarch for setting him up, and under the context of Lou Lou, he could have believed they just mixed her voice or had someone else on the other line.

He would have never gotten a real, genuine, final goodbye with his girl, which lends itself to his reclusive life in the trilogy. Especially because he breaks his phone in his victor's house and Effie is the one to have it fixed twenty-five years later. Maybe he hallucinates his phone ringing only to pick it up for a dead tone, and it drives him mad to the point of destruction. Maybe it is Snow calling just to listen to him grieving his girl, thinking maybe, just maybe, he'll hear her voice again.

Further, prior to the call, Haymitch bragged about selling alcohol to the commander of the d12 peacekeepers in his interview while she was in custody. While we do not know if it aired, word of mouth on gossip that flammable was bound to spread to the commander's higher ups. The commander, seeking to punish Haymitch, could have brought the gavel down on Lenore Dove and, in his corruption, made an example out of her. It would send the message of I can break the law, but you cannot. The peacekeepers are above the law. We choose if you live.

Because the interview happened right before the call, I was under the impression news just had not gotten back to the commander by then. Or, if it had, Lenore Dove was trying to comfort Haymitch by relaying her position optimistically. Yet, it seemed there were no actual consequences for his admission.

It would have been even more all the more devastating for Haymitch to lose his girl as a direct result to his attempted submission. He knew he had to put on a show. He gave them what they wanted- a troublemaker, and even while doing what he had to do, playing the game, they still punished him. It's the convince me line of Catching Fire all over again. Through attempting to convince everyone he is a rascal, he hurts the girl he loves most by making an off-hand, truthful comment.

Haymitch would have to live with the fact speaking up was what got her killed for the rest of his life. And Snow can still have a hand in it. Music is illegal. She was playing music. Crack down on laws that were previously forgotten, and it forces people to submit by getting back in line.

By making an example out of her, the Capitol can then justify anything via digging up laws and making up new punishments. There are no laws, because everything suddenly becomes law when it is needed. There is nothing to stop the Capitol from writing a freshly inked date of the past, pointing to it, and saying "Look, this has always been the law." There is no regulating body to stop this, either. They would have the choice of rebellion or conformity.

District Twelve would then have more of a reason to stay in line and conform, like how we see in the trilogy. It would be the pinpoint behind the characterization of why they are afraid to rebel in the first place. It sets up the idea that for years, they were afraid of breaking long forgotten laws, and thereby developed a keep your head down culture to save their own necks.

Lenore Dove should've been a multifaceted political execution. She was the dead wife trope.

[nomoretumbler]

scene redraw :D (i hate him i hate him i hate)

og screenshot from a better mousetrap yayyaayya