And then, baby, everything went black. Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust, her jewels were missin’ and her heart was bust. So she made a vow lyin’ under that tree that she’d wait for her true love to come set her free. Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand, then out of the blue comes this groovy young man, who vows forever to be by her side, and that’s the story of our own corpse bride!
Today at the preschool I work at, the kids had a costume day where they were supposed to dress up like “community helpers” like police, doctors, firefighters or garbage collectors like that sort of thing
Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to the original canon, sometimes it’s just that one telegram that says “Fuck you. Strongly worded letter to follow”.
