Every Now And Again, I Look Back At My Old Posts To See What Stupid Shit I've Cooked Up.

I'm going to explode.

Why are we repeating history so much, the fucking nazi party is rising again?? We gotta nuke the planet or something cause wtf.

"I'm dying to feel alive" felt and I don't even know the song.

Beetlejuice truly loves Lydia.

The why of it all is a different kettle of fish altogether and, in all honesty, it doesn’t really matter. He loves her and she can genuinely do no wrong by his books.

Delores is shown as one of the “loves of my [Betelgeuse’s] life” during MacArthur’s Park, alongside Lydia (and a dog - which is coincidentally Burton’s, thrown in as a last-minute gag). Despite what she did to him, Betelgeuse legitimately and canonically acknowledges her as someone he loved.

But she killed him.

Yes and he killed her too. She’s out for revenge and he…kinda isn’t too fussed about her having killed him. He’s too fixated on Lydia to care all that much, and her threat mostly reads as a major inconvenience to him that she might come between himself and Lydia. Even if he was successful in marrying Lydia and came back to life, Delores could just suck his soul anyway.

Delores did Betelgeuse wrong and he has no feelings left there for her, despite calling her one of the loves of his (After)life.

Lydia, on the other hand, has handed Betelgeuse’s ass to him twice.

Not once but twice has she managed to escape a marriage - the second one involving a contract (which, if you ask me, absolutely did not depend on rule 699. That was bullshit and I will not be persuaded otherwise). But Betelgeuse barely tried to stop her when she sent him back. He hissed at her.

Huh?

We know he’s more powerful than that.

Infinitely.

At the end, when he reappears beside her in bed, (leaving that saucy little imprint), we as the audience know he’s still haunting her. He will not. Let. Her. Go. That man is committed as fuck, even after Lydia has bested him over and over again.

Why?

He loves her.

I would happily wager my life on the idea that, while Lydia was saying his name three times at the end of the movie, Betelgeuse let her. As another user Tumblr brilliantly pointed out, MacArthur’s Park is a farewell song. He knew he was against the clock, fate and some inexplicable loophole. That said, no one knows Afterlife rules quite like Betelgeuse. I refuse to believe he didn’t know bringing Lydia into the Afterlife would cost him their contract (and yes, I’m clearly still bitter). Either that, or he was a lovesick fool who was too excited to turn her down.

I digress.

MacArthur’s Park is a farewell song. Betelgeuse played that wedding out in excruciating detail to give Lydia some kind of amusement. He clearly knows what’s happened in her life and he wants to give her something special. He did the whole shebang, made it magical, (we all know how excited Lydia is to float at the end of the first movie) and something to remember. But his love for her is so deep he wouldn’t want her marrying him without actually genuinely wanting to.

Betelgeuse let the love of his life destroy him rather than risk destroying the trust they had built.

You saw Lydia’s face when she looked at what was left of him on the floor. She’s feeling guilty as hell. He’s haunting her because she lets him. She. Can’t. Let. Him. Go.

They’re utterly alone, together.

🪲🕷️

say what you will but spike was a real one for still fixating on buffy while the rest of sunnydale was simping over jonathan that one time. he was so down bad, even magic couldn't curb it. that's a proper freak right there

Calling it now, I'm not going to like Viktor.

I am going to read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley today. I am kind of looking forward to it. Will be updating with my thoughts on things if there are any.

I need more books that are weird but are well written, and a not so great mother daughter relationship

commission for @nightrainsoldier :D

I think all I need is pinterest, Spotify and my notes app. Everything else can go fuck itself for all I care.

I don't want to be a person. I want to some tweens OC that they play around with before discovering something about themselves because of it.