dancingwerewolf:

alexrousseau:

dancingwerewolf:

purpleandpinkhouses:

Keith Allan bored at an amusement park is my current aesthetic!

I totally see this as Lucy making her dad ride the swings for hours while all the other seats are filled with Lucy’s zombie friends who are lucky enough to occasionally fall out of their seats to the blessed ground and be set free from the boring, endless, swinging slow-ride torture machine. It makes Lucy happy, though, so he’ll suffer in silence–for his daughter.

Addy is operating the ride. 

After too many zombies fall out, Lucy insists they stop the ride. Murphy thinks he’s finally free. Lucy declares that her zombie friends should be buckled in like her and her dad. She takes control of the zombies and every zombie friend picks themselves up from the ground and takes a clumsy seat in the swing. It takes several tries on their part, but they eventually sit still and perfectly behaved in their seats while Addy safely buckles-in every zombie. 

She starts the ride back up. 

Around and around and around they go over and over again.

Addy doesn’t even try to hide her huge grin. A whole day wasted being a carnie is more than worth it to see a sweet little girl happy and Murphy miserable. All in all, it’s a good day’s work.

The real hell wouldn’t start until Lucy insists on taking her friends and Daddy on the teacup ride but Murphy doesn’t know that yet. And of course, Addy is there to remind Murphy that this is what fatherhood is about as zombie limbs fly everywhere from the G force.

The zombies keep falling over and flopping around like fish out of water while they all ride the endless teacup ride together. The zombie on Murphy’s right keeps falling into his lap. He usually enjoys it when a head is in his lap, but not like this, never like this. He keeps pushing the zombie away from him in distaste. Lucy thinks it’s funny and insists the zombie wants a hug like her daddy is hugging her.

Unable to deny his daughter anything, Murphy now has one arm around his daughter and his other arm around the zombie.

The force of the ride eventually causes a flapping piece of skin to rip itself from the zombie’s decaying check and land on his shoulder. He moves his arm to flick away the offending zombie bit. That proves to be a mistake. The next spin of the teacup causes the zombie to collapse even further against Murphy until it’s rotting head is resting on his shoulder.

Lucy claps her blue hands in pure delight. “He likes you, Daddy!” she proclaims as fact.

Removing the offensive smelling zombie that is cuddling him like a handsy date would lessen his daughter’s happiness so he endures the monstrosity. The zombie’s decaying head never once dislodges from his shoulder during the entire duration of the hellish ride. Murphy isn’t sure if that’s due to karma or Lucy’s influence. He just hopes he won’t have to give the handsy zombie the “it’s me not you” speech and “break up” with the zombie for Lucy’s benefit. He loves his daughter dearly, but he would prefer to not date a braindead, decomposing zombie, especially one that isn’t even hot.

All the while, Doc is “keeping watch”. He found a discarded lawn chair and dragged it to the top of the highest building in the amusement park he could find that gave him a vantage point of the whole area. Doc lazily stretched out in his chair, smoked some z-weed, and watched the entertainment unfold. It was the best show he’s seen in years.

Addy laughed so hard she had to sit down. 

starshipspirk:

revfrog:

tenaflyviper:

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…

the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck