#Late Night Maudlin Street

[johnnyripped]

Morrissey @HouseOfBlues Las Vegas

[arlospace]

Things are haaaaappening

The new chapter of welcome to the theater by @melacka is up! This is the last piece of art I made (I couldn't pick just one moment so I made this one a tiny comic), but there are still two more chapters on the way. I'll put a little snippet under the cut ;)

<Part 1 <Part 2

“Can I give you a lift home?” he said into the quiet of the night, desperate for anything to prolong his time with Aziraphale. “It’s a bit late for your bus, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’re still running,” Aziraphale said, looking vaguely in the direction of the nearest bus stop. “And I can always walk, anyway. I wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble,” Crowley insisted. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to do it. My car’s back at the theatre and you’ll have to head halfway there to get your bloody bus, so you may as well let me drive you.”

“But you’ve been drinking—”

“I’ve only had the one glass of wine,” he said but Aziraphale still looked unsure. “Okay, one and a half. But that coffee would’ve helped sober me up if I needed it, anyway.”

“You didn’t feel like drinking tonight?” Aziraphale asked, sounding a little put out. “I was certain you would enjoy—”

“I had plenty to enjoy!” Crowley cried with a laugh, remembering the enraptured look on Aziraphale’s face as he ate his meal. “Believe me, I wasn’t looking for anything to dull my senses tonight.” When Aziraphale only looked confused, Crowley sighed. “Let me drive you home. I promise you’re safe with me, angel.”

“Oh Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered, cupping his cheek briefly in his hand. “If only that were true.”

And then, before Crowley could even hope to come up with a suitable response along the lines of what the fuck? he was off tottering down the street. Crowley took off after him and caught up quickly.

“You alright, Aziraphale? Did you have too much to drink?”

“Oh, hardly, dear boy. I’m not drunk, merely a touch maudlin.”

“Of course, you’re the type of guy to use a word like maudlin and mean it wholeheartedly,” Crowley groaned. “Even when you’re drunk—”

“I’m not drunk!”

“—you’re still the most articulate guy I’ve ever met.”

“One can’t help who one is.”

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(Look at that goofy little angel go)

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: Feysand  Rating: E  Tags: Smut, Angst, Necromancy & Resurrection, Ghosts & Haunting, Morally Gray Rhysand, Silver Fox Rhysand, Dark Magic, Halloween, Breeding Kink, Beast!Rhys, Biting Summary: Feyre swallowed her horror and raised her tattooed hand. “The bargain was only for the rest of my life.”

Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.”

Her spine stiffened. Prick!

(Or, what would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?)

Read the epilogue on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.

The chattering of Rhys’s family drowned out the nib of his pen scratching across a spare bit of parchment.

He was slow to join them as a matter of habit, so used to taking cover behind the fortress of his mahogany desk that the thought of squeezing onto one of the long leather couches that dominated his study with them hardly crossed his mind. Set apart from them, he preferred to listen, skimming the reports handed to him at the top of the hour rather than taking part in the easy conversation that usually followed their weekly meetings.

It was easier this way.

It… had been easier this way.

It had been easier because, eons ago, he had learned that he could only appreciate the wicked gleam in Nesta’s cool blue eyes or the gentle slope of Elain’s smile from a safe distance. He’d never managed to dull the knife of envy that sank between his ribs whenever Cassian pressed a kiss to his mate’s temple. Whenever he sat behind this desk late into the night, studying ancient manuscripts and steadfastly ignoring the pair of shadows escaping to the furthest reaches of the garden—the midnight rendezvouses that Elain thought were a well-kept secret. 

It cut too deeply, looking into the Archeron sisters’ happy faces and catching a glimpse of—

He shook his head, clearing away those maudlin thoughts. 

It had been easier, but it wasn’t like that anymore. 

He let out a measured breath and glanced up from his paperwork.

And there she was.

In the small crowd that made up their family, she cut an unassuming figure—a slender, pale form perched on the middle of the couch nearest to his desk, hardly more substantial than the slip of moonlight pouring in through the tall windows that lined the back wall of the study. 

Feyre.

His body and soul seemed to gasp her name whenever he laid eyes on her these days, collapsing into a state of astonished, breathless reverence. 

Six months had come and gone since her resurrection, but time hadn’t inured Rhys to the sight of her. Quite the opposite: every glimpse he got—Feyre, perched on a stool in front of her easel; Feyre, laughing with her new friends from the Rainbow; Feyre, crossing the street in the rain; Feyre, scrunching her freckled nose in concentration as she buttered her toast every morning—made him hungrier for the next.

As always, his heart battered his ribs at the sight of his mate, reaching for her. Irrational jealousy writhed through its chambers, snakelike and possessive, as the moonbeams kissed the amused crinkle of her nose and silvered the spill of hair over her sweater-clad shoulder.

He watched her closely, captivated.

——— Continue on AO3!

[mooseyspooky]

hello I'm back with more marrissey thoughts lol. did you ever hear the rumour that when johnny left the band moz took a lot of sleeping pills, called johnny up and told him what he'd done? do you think its true? i always wonder where that line in late night, maudlin street came from... "i know i took strange pills, but i never meant to hurt you..."

I talk about this rumor in this post.

Overall, it reads a little too much like fanfiction to be true to me, but then again - we know Moz was abusing Valium all through the 80s. He says the 80s was the worst time for him mentally. We know people had to come watch after him when he went home post breakup in '87. So maybe an accidental overdose is possible? I'm just torn on if I believe Moz would do something that drastic, but, I mean...he is a dramatic bitch that loves attention however he can get it, so.

[discos-e-pensamentos]

Viva Hate-Morrissey

1-Alsatian Cousin

2-Little Man, What Now?

3-Everyday Is Like A Sunday

4-Bengali In Platforms

5-Angel, Angel Down We Go Together

6-Late Night, Maudlin Street

7-Suedehead

8-Break Up The Family

9-The Ordinary Boys

10-I Don't Mind If You Forget Me

11-Dial-a-Cliché

12-Margaret On The Guillotine

1988

🌃

[pumpingonyourstarsthatalign]

✨🤍write out your tumblr url with the first letters in song titles, then pass it on to your favorite mutuals/followers/people you are slightly intimidated by🤍✨

Piccadilly Palare - Morrissey

Under The Gun - The Killers

Meat Is Murder - The Smiths

Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness - Morrissey, again

I Like You - Morrissey, once again

Neon Tiger - The Killers

Girlfriend In A Coma - The Smiths

Out Of This World - The Cure

Never Had No One Ever - The Smiths

You Have Killed Me - Morrissey

Ouija Board, Ouija Board - Morrissey

Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie

Redondo Beach - Patti Smith

Sheila Take A Bow - The Smiths

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

All The Pretty Faces - The Killers

Read My Mind - The Killers

Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers

This River Is Wild - The Killers

Suedehead - Morrissey

This Charming Man - The Smiths

Hairdresser On Fire - Morrissey

Alsatian Cousin - Morrissey

That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore - The Smiths

Ask - The Smiths

Late Night, Maudlin Street - Morrissey

Interesting Drug - Morrissey

God Knows I’m Good - David Bowie

November Spawned A Monster - Morrissey

wow I wonder who I listen to, well I wonder!

[tenderperversion-moved]

okay i take the viva hate ... hate. back, it really just takes more than one listen to get used to the different sound. the jangling is much less distinctive (everyday is like sunday sounds so much like the cure to me but i might be making it up i never listened to the cure much) + many songs feel SO painfully bitter. which is not a bad thing at least the title fits but it makes my chest constrict a little... a really sad direction to go in after the playfulness of strangeways. i love late night maudlin street though (the second half is pretty good in general) + margaret on the guillotine has such a beautiful outro. 7/10 !

[reelaround-deactivated05312024]

[camphorror]

What if I die

[joaniejustwokeup]

What if the stressful job he’s dealing with is funeral director/mortician. So when he takes these walks he’s often wearing a fairly nice suit, maybe one that’s a little old fashioned that he bought used in order to save money but still look professional. Or maybe it’s an old one he “borrowed” from Sam’s dad, one the guy wouldn’t miss with how he changes out his wardrobe every gala season.

This kind of outfit, of course, lends further credence to the theory that this is Thomas Wayne’s ghost, cursed to wander the crime ridden streets in which he died.

One night Danny had a little accident as he was leaving the embalming lab to get home. He was actually pretty annoyed about it. He swore the new guy had it out for him, with how he just happened to be carrying old Mrs Smith’s drainage when Danny popped in to say good night and just happened to spill some of it all down the front of Danny’s second best dress shirt and just happened to not get a single drop on himself.

Now Danny had to walk all the way back to his apartment in Park Row looking like the murder victim from some discount horror flick, with bloodstains all down the front of his shirt. And he’d probably have to throw out his shirt! He sighed as he popped in his wireless earbuds, turning himself intangible as he put on some music.

Maybe he’d try out the “Ghost-N-Stain-B-Gone!” his parents had sent him in the mail. Sure it could bring his shirt to life, or make it so he got a rash every time he wore it… but that was only a worst case scenario! And his other options were A) buy a new suit that fit the funeral home’s dress code (in this economy? HA!) or B) convince Sam to steal another one of her dad’s old suits from back in Amity Park and bring it back to Gotham. That last one might actually work, if it weren’t for the fact that the funeral home had him scheduled for 15 cases in the next week alone, and Sam wasn’t planning on visiting Amity for another month at least. Danny sighed again. If there was one thing Gotham always had plenty of, it was funerals.

Danny turned up his music. Lately he’d been listening to a lot of old movie soundtracks as he took his evening walks. He found they lended a certain ambiance to old Gotham, like every street corner had a new side to it, an adventure, or mystery, or romance. Or tragedy.

Oof that was maudlin, he thought to himself as the music took a dramatic turn, the violins falling into minor key just as a car nearly flattened Danny where he was crossing the street. Danny smiled as he met the driver’s shocked face. See? This was why he liked this kind of music. Nothing like narrowly avoiding his demise while the soundtrack to The Mark of Zorro played in the background.

Of course, the ghost powers really did help with that. And the special ecto-headphones Tucker helped him design that cut through the static and technical issues that followed his ghostly presence like the plague. At least the plague didn’t create dead zones. Heh. Dead zones.

As Danny passed the next alleyway, he caught a glimpse of something he’d seen surprisingly little of since moving to Gotham. Well, more than a glimpse if he was being honest, since he stupidly decided to stop at the mouth of the alley and gawk at what was going on. Really, he should know better, with how much trouble he’d had with rubberneckers back when he was a vigilante.

But he just couldn’t help himself.

There, fighting off five, no wait six guys at once, was the Batman.

Danny had heard so much about this guy, to the point that when he first moved here he was half convinced this guy was a ghost as well! Even now when Danny watched him, he moved with such fluidity and grace. It was violent but mesmerizing, and Danny found himself comparing the style to some of his teachers and enemies from the ghost zone. He smiled fondly as Batman pulled off a flying kick that Frostbite had shown him when he was first getting combat training from the yeti. Danny had then gotten to teach it to Dani, floating behind her to show just how to position the feet and aim for the pressure points of her opponent. He hadn’t known humans could even learn that technique without being able to fly.

It’s as Batman downed the last fighter and was moving to begin tying them up that Danny just had to open his big mouth.

“Great job with that fight. You were amazing!”

Batman whirled around, the whites of his mask widening in shock as he laid eyes on Danny’s silhouette at the entrance to the alley. He staggered back a step almost seeming… afraid? Of Danny?

Danny’s face dropped as he looked down at himself and realized what had probably freaked out the vigilante. You know. Just the giant blood splatter covering his shirt.

Danny gave a nervous chuckle and tried to flash Batman a reassuring smile.

“Oh hey, no- I’m okay. Don’t worry about me; I’m fine, I just-” Danny’s face fell into another worried frown.

Fuck! I can’t tell Batman this isn’t my blood- he’ll think I killed somebody! Fuckfuckfuck, I can’t get arrested for murder, I just want to go home! Danny stumbled back from where he’d stepped into the alley. Batman mirrored with his own step forward, his arm reaching out in what seemed like slow motion.

“I’m sorry… I- I have to go…” Danny stuttered out.

“WAIT-!” Batman shouted.

But Danny had already started fading out of sight, his form flickering into invisibility as he turned the corner of the building and started speed-walking away from the latest problem he’d made for himself.

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . …………atman… -ome in, Batman… …Batman! …Bru-…

“BRUCE!”

Bruce flinched back, wincing at his name being yelled through the coms, the static he’d been smothered in seeming to clear as Oracle’s transmission came through.

“Code names, Oracle,” he grunted.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Batman, I was a little distracted by your coms, trackers, computers, and every other piece of tech you had on you or around you going completely OFFLINE for seven whole minutes!”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, and when I did connect back up you weren’t responding for two more minutes after. Just standing there! What the fuck, B!?!”

“I-” Bruce shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “There’s been a development in the case.”

“The Riddler case? I thought you just got the last of his goons now- do you think we missed something?” He could hear Oracle tapping away at her keyboards, likely pulling up the files with the details of their most recent case.

“No the-” He hesitated a moment. “The “Ghost of Thomas Wayne” case,” he bit out.

He heard Barbara’s fingers still.

“B…” She sounded pained, sympathy bleeding into her tone.

Bruce grit his teeth and sighed.

The media had been extremely interested in getting Brucie Wayne’s opinion on this new urban legend.

It had been a particularly terrible couple of months since these rumors started.

“I know, Oracle.”

“The case you labeled the “Ghost of Thomas Wayne Hoax?””

“I know, Oracle.”

“It’s been months and we still have no evidence other than word of mouth and-”

“I saw him,” Bruce cut her off. “I don’t know if he was a hallucination, or a clone, or the result of mind control but he was here and he looked-,” Bruce cleared his throat, pausing a moment.

“He had the same appearance as Thomas Wayne did on the night of his death.” Bruce took a breath, closing his eyes.

“And appeared to share the same injuries that caused said death.”

Oracle took a moment to let that sink in.

“Oh Bruce…”

“I know I’m compromised,” Batman said as he grappled over a couple buildings to the alley where he’d parked the Batmobile. “I’m heading back to the Cave for standard procedure.”

“Do you want me to call in the others?”

Bruce grunted.

“Hn. No.” It was hard enough convincing them he could cover Gotham with just Oracle for the night so they could have their bi-annual sibling sleep-over. Unfortunately, his children had all inherited his “workaholic tendencies,” as Alfred liked to call them.

“Just tell me,” he asked, “were you able to pull any information at all out of the seven minute blackout?”

“Um, yeah actually, there is one thing.” He could once more hear Oracle’s keys clacking over the coms. “There was a sort of frequency I could pick up faintly over the coms. It would go in and out but I managed to get a few fairly clear snippets. Have a listen.”

Bruce felt his blood go cold as orchestral music played over the coms.

“Mean anything to you?”

Bruce cleared his throat.

“It’s from the musical accompaniment to the silent film, The Mark of Zorro.”

“The Mark of Zorro, where have I heard of that before…”

Bruce gripped the steering wheel tighter, but he felt his voice soften over his next words.

“It was the movie I went to see with my parents, the night they died.”

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After moving to Gotham and having to deal with a stressful job, Danny has started taking walks around the city as a way to destress.

Since he knows that he could get mugged, he just becomes intangible and invisible while listening to some loud music on his phone.

Unfortunately for him, his control on his Invisibility keeps slipping when he gets lost in his music, and the people of Gotham keep seeing a semi-translucent ghost man walking around at night aimlessly.

Some thugs think it’s just a meta with invisibility and try to mug him, but pass right through and he disappears completely. This convinces them that he is a ghost, since having both invisibility, and intangibility would be too big a coincidence. Not to mention he never reacts to them whatsoever.

The Bat’s get word that a Ghost has been stalking the streets of Gotham, and he looks scarily like Bruce Wayne from the little they have been able to see from him. Now Batman thinks his dad may have come back as a ghost.

Danny is oblivious to all of this. He just likes his nightly strolls.

[autoluminesaint]

literally cant put into words the effect late night maudlin street has on me

[mooseyspooky]

A mindless ramble about Maudlin Street for @wolfstrong

So 'Late Night, Maudlin Street' is the sixth song on Moz' first solo album Viva Hate, an album Moz was forced to write contractually by the record label. An album that had to credit Johnny even though he didn't write anything on it - due to stipulations in the contract.

Maudlin Street is the last song on Side One of the vinyl. Right before it comes 'Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together,' which refers to the film Angel, Angel Down We Go from 1969. The plot of which is listed on Wikipedia as: "The overweight, emotionally troubled daughter of an affluent but brittle Hollywood couple becomes involved with a charismatic rock singer and his friends. The singer proceeds to seduce and manipulate her entire family." I find that incredibly interesting since, as we all know, Moz did actually admit to writing Angel, Angel about Johnny.

And I don't think it's possible to listen to Late Night, Maudlin Street without Angel, Angel. I firmly believe these two songs are a conversation - where Angel, Angel is Johnny directly speaking to Moz. Whether this was a real conversation that happened after the break up or an imagined one, I don't know.

The reason I'm so personally set on this with no facts to back it up is because in Angel, Angel, Johnny says: "Don't take your life tonight." And in Maudlin Street, it feels like we hear the other side of the conversation from Moz: "I took strange pills, but I never meant to hurt you." I added this to the original post with all the songs, but it's important to repeat it here.

Another important thing to remember is that this song was written maybe 2 to 3 months after Johnny left in June 1987, maybe around October or November 1987 (hence 'winter coming, winter push on'). This would have been an incredibly tough time for Moz, and there's been rumors talked about on Moz Solo that say he actually did attempt to take his own life around this time, though these rumors are not verified and only reported by a second or thirdhand source.

Some parts of Angel, Angel may be Moz speaking to Johnny ("I will be here, believe me"), but I think the central refrain is definitely Johnny speaking to him.

Maudlin Street itself is an interesting mix of things both real and imagined. There are book quotes (Elizabeth Smart, By the Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept: 'Inspector? Do you not believe in love?'), movie like imagery, and childhood experiences like the 1972 miners strike that led to power cuts (Mozzipedia page 272, Simon Goddard): 'don't leave your torch behind, 1972, you know.' Then a massive amount of the song was rewritten for a handful of live performances from 2002, and oftentimes Moz sings songs live how he truly wants them to be heard.

We also, of course, have parts of the 'conversation' Moz is having with Johnny (again, it could be an imagined conversation. It might not have been one that actually happened): 'I sleep with a picture of you by the bed,' 'truly I do love you,' 'we crept through a park,' 'but you without clothes...'

Many of the lines echo sentiments in other Johnny songs. In 'You Must Please Remember': 'you, too beautiful. I can't look.' Then in 'Stretch Out and Wait' there's icy cold hands leading the way (you without clothes). 'Suedehead' refers to Moz' diary being in his room - and oftentimes Moz glues in images or draws portraits when he's writing as we saw in the Robert Mackie letters, thus 'a picture of you by the bed' -> 'So many illustrations.'

And of course: 'I could list the detail of everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood that day.' Passionsjustlikemine notes Moz changed this to 'how you stood on the day' in the few live performances there were. This is undoubtedly in reference to the day they both met in 1982 - and, interestingly enough, Johnny listed exactly what they were both wearing in Set the Boy Free in 2016. Which I find so fascinating.

Mozzipedia also mentions this quote from Sandie Shaw on page 218: "Shaw remembers first hearing the track during the making of the album when Morrissey turned and caught her eye 'with such a pained expression...I cried, he cried. I sensed his fear and I felt so frightened for him.'"

All of this to say, basically, I feel like these two songs together combine to make a longer narrative. Where Johnny is trying to help Moz not fall apart and Moz is lost or maybe even trapped in his own memories - because the pain of reality is too overwhelming ('every hag/slag waving me on', 'i never stole a happy hour around here'). And so memories of childhood, of driving in the van, of creeping through the park are all preferable to the actual conversation they're meant to be having.

[mooseyspooky]

Artist: Mozzer

Gender: Used to Be a Sweet Boy

How You Feel: Wide to Receive

If You Could Go Anywhere, Where?: Late Night, Maudlin Street

Favorite Mode of Transportation: In Your Lap

If My Life Were a TV Show: I'm Playing Easy to Get

Relationship Status: The More You Ignore Me, the Closer I Get

Your Fear: Something Is Squeezing My Skull

Lovelyladyfox and staticspxcelover

Thank you for tagging me, @bidamonalbarn !

Using only song titles from one band/artist, cleverly answer these questions and tag people.

I tag @mooseyspooky @petermurphyfunkopop @danielashcuntwars @music-for-them-asses and @adlamu

Artist: Brockhampton

Gender: QUEER

How You Feel: STUPID

If you could go anywhere, where: TOKYO

Fave mode of transportation: SWIM

If my life were a tv show: WASTE

Relationship status: LOVE ME FOR LIFE

Your fear: The Ending

[cookie-nigel-dolan]

Morrissey  //  Late Night, Maudlin Street  -  Viva Hate (1988)

[vendetta-if]

Hey I loveee ash so much was wondering if you could share any facts about them or hobbies and interest

Also it was mentioned that they ride a motorcycle how would they feel if mc wanted to go on a joy ride with them

Hi anons 👋 Sorry for taking a while to answer these asks, but without further ado, here are facts about Ash! 😁

Similar to Luka, they also enjoy joyriding on their bike especially on deserted street. It’s relaxing for them to just let go, not think about anything in particular, and just enjoy the feeling of the wind whipping past them. Of course the would enjoy and love it even more if MC is with them, just enjoying each other’s company and the comfortable silence as the city landscape blurs past them.

Secretly try to learn and practice on how to make and cook some of MC’s favorite meals, especially those that Viktor used to make for them, just in case MC feels down and needs it or maybe if MC just misses it.

Quite a comic book and video game geek when they were younger, mostly because they often spend time with MC 😆 Used to be a surprise for quite a lot of people because they didn’t expect it. (Also, would totally be that type of online gamer who loves to shit-talk 😂)

Guilty of often using their pyrokinesis for some pretty mundane stuff, such as lighting their cigarettes, reheating hot beverages that have gone cold, reheating the bottom of plates that the microwave often misses, turning some stuff on pan with bare hands if there’s no clean or available spatula nearby, taking out trays from oven without wearing mittens 🤣

Little Ash and little MC often make s’mores in MC’s bedroom during summer when they stay up late to play video games, read comics, or watch movies together.

Loves listening to music, especially during their alone time. Enjoys a wide variety of genres, from soundtracks, to electronic music, to alternative music, to instrumental music. Aware of how all over the place their music taste is. Usually listen to a particular genre depending on their mood or feelings at the time.

They are pretty shy about their music taste, as such, they will only be comfortable to share their playlists only to those they’re close to or if MC shows interest in it (but they’ll be even more embarrassed about sharing some with MC because some songs in their playlists are throse that remind them of MC and also of their hopeless crush)

If they need to pump themselves before doing a mission or a workout, they often put on loud, energetic, and fast-paced EDM songs. But if they’re feeling maudlin and angsty (mostly because of their feelings for MC 🥲), they often put on melancholic Alternative/Indie music such as:

K. - Cigarettes After Sex

Carolina - NIGHT TRAVELER

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

P.S. I tried linking using Spotify but somehow it always crashes my post when I tried to post it.