#Valentines ouija board

[halloween-sweets]

[symphonicspecter]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SPECTER IM DROPPING A HEART SHAPED CHERRY FLAVORED SUCKERS IN YOUR MAILBOX AS WE SPEAK

^ BUT also this card. :3

Thank you!!!!

It’s much appreciated hehe ☺️

..

Oh? What’s this?

Why, there’s a card and a bag of candies with your name on them!

[pleasures]

[kayleerowena]

💖 i'm haunting for a valentine 💖

i did a spin on some vintage halloween-themed valentines cards for february's patreon mail! join the ouija board tier before january 31 if you want to be my valentine 🗝️💌

[jscrawls]

♡Grave holidays♡

Not part of the main series, just wanted to spread a little love (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

Warning: contains mentions of blood, physical harm, animal attacks, witchcraft, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be extra freaky,

Holiday chapter: valentine's day

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It's a very special day today, the day of love! Passion! Price increases!

You practically fly out of bed in your excitement to start your day right, environment enrichment for the spirits!

You set up extra plates as you make breakfast, carefully stacking old rotting junk on each one before drizzling blood on each plate just so the poltergeists have more fun throwing them around, then you trot into your play room to set up a summoning circle, You make a heart instead of the usual pentagram with your five objects of importance.

You need to set the mood right obviously.

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The first person you seek out is of course your very good neighbor Alfred, he's easy to find obviously as you climb over the security fences and make a run for the front entrance to the manor, barely dodging the snapping dog at your heels with gleeful shrieks.

You bang on the door and smack your hand on the doorbell quickly as the try to keep the box above biting level, by the time Alfred opens the door you're being drug backwards by the ankle by the Great Dane while you wildly wave the box in the older man's direction.

“My friend! Take this quickly!”

“Oh God!” He quickly tries to pull the dog off you, but you just shove the box into his hands before you're drug backwards into a bush.

“Happy Valentine's Day my good friend! Please enjoy the gift!”

Alfred watches in horror as you completely disappear from view, when he glance down at the box he sees a ouija board set with a stickynote on it that reads ‘we'll always keep in touch even after you die’ with a smiley face at the end.

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Bruce is your next target, you park your hearse in the furthest and darkest corner of the parking lot and put on your disguise coat a lighter shade of gray Wayne enterprise has good security so you fully expect more bodily harm today, you try to keep the grin off your face as you trot into the lobby of the building.

“Excuse me my dear! Could I possibly find some way to get this to my friend? I'll pay handsomely to have it delivered of course.”

The receptionist looks up from her keyboard with a sweet smile that quickly becomes startled looking, if it weren't your appearance that was odd it'd be the dripping paper ball in your hands. Her long pink nails hover over the keyboard with uncertainty as she quickly glances between your hands and your face.

“Umm……what is that?” She mumbles as she tries not to shiver, what's that red stuff…

“it's a surprise for my neighbor! Oh please excuse the mess-” you try to cup your hand under it to catch the drip, and end up just smearing the red liquid all over yourself like bloody hand prints.

“many apologies! didn't think it was still this juicy.”

The woman recoils from you, you look like a serial killer covered in the gore of their victims. She starts repeatedly pressing the security button under her desk.

“…. Right, who's…your neighbor…?”

“Bruce Wade, he works here somewhere I believe? It's a special gift just for him so I'll happily pay to have it brought to him if he's busy!”

She slowly inches her chair back as she stares at the dripping red paper ball thingy, she looks like she's gonna freak out any second now.

“…Addams?” You hear the man of the hour speak as he steps out of an elevator, several guards quickly brushing past him.

“Ah Bruce! Just the fellow I'm looking for! I brought this Valentine for yo-oof!”

You grunt loudly as you're grabbed and physically picked up by the largest of the security guards. You gasp dramatically and nearly cry when your gift slips from your grasp and rolls across the marble floor with a red smear trail. An anatomically correct heart with a knife stabbed in it rolls out of the balled up Edgar Allen Poe poems right at Bruce's feet.

“nooo my gelatin!”

You're beyond disappointed that your gelatin heart wasn't able to be eaten as you're carried out of the building and thrown out.

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Finding where Dick lived wasn't that hard actually, sure you had to summon a creature and invite it to possess you, where it just told you to look him up on Instagram, but hey you found it so it's all good.

He wasn't home when you arrived sadly, maybe he's busy today? It's no bother to you when you can just break in of course! Well the doors reinforced so you go outside and scale the fire escape, a lovely little brick does the trick on his window. You quickly realize after climbing in that the window was unlocked anyways, oh well.

You drop a stack on his table to make up for the broken glass and put your gift on the counter where it'll hopefully be noticed, hope he likes the voodoo doll.

You're unsure if it's stand out enough so you decide to leave a nice little message to go with it, you leave a bloody smear on his bathroom mirror that reads ‘you'll be seeing me soon :)’ with some hearts around it. Good enough!

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You find Barbara in the back corner of the library with a cart full of books beside her chair, her glasses sitting low on her nose and hair curled and out of it's ponytail for once. She smiles as you happily approach her with your hands hidden behind your back, a large grin on your face as you stop right on front of her.

“hello my ghastly little beau! How are you on this most wondrous day?” she snorts in amusement and pointedly glances down at the few cards and boxes in her lap, some of them look like they were colored on by children while some are clearly expensive candy. “Fine, busy day today I'll tell you. The afternoon book club brought gifts for the staff…”

“well here's another! Can't let mi vida think she's not appreciated by absolutely everyone in this ghoulish land.” You press a loud kiss to her knuckles before presenting her with the box you'd hidden behind your back, dropping to one knee like the cake box was a sword being presented to her.

She tries really hard not to laugh at all the stares as she takes the box, it's closely some kind of pastry box so she wheels away from the books Incase it's messy. “You're ridiculous, thanks for the…..” her voice trails off as she gapes into the box, her face contorting into disgust. “…. Is this a rat in a box?”

She looks absolutely horrified as she looks up at you.

“Actually it's a photo-realistic cake, a real rat would've jumped out by now my sweet little poison apple. You like carrot cake yes?”

She stares at you intensely, brows furrowed as she slowly glances back down into the box, studying the admittedly impressively realistic cake. After a long moment she bursts out laughing, covering her mouth in vain to hide her snorting while someone shushes her from somewhere else in the room.

When she finally calms enough to speak she glances up at you with teary eyes and reddened cheeks. “Oh holy-you really got me with this one, I gotta say this is the funniest one I've gotten today…and here I just got you a card.”

Between her giggles she rummages under her little pile of stuff in her lap and hands you a Valentine's card, it's black with a little ghost on it saying you're my boo. You clutch it to your chest like she just handed you your diploma.

“I'll treasure this moment in my dying breath my sweet! Now I've got many more things to do today have a horrid time for the rest of your shift!”

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You have no idea how to find Jason, so you go to crime Alley and climb up a building with your basket slung over a shoulder and basically just run around up there and shriek until he notices you.

It takes a bit, but he makes himself known by yelling at you.

“can you fucking stop that?!!” He puts his hands over his helmet like that'll block out the sound of your wails, of course you stop when you see your special guy there in all his emo glory.

“Ah there you are! I brought you something my undead friend! Come, come closer!” You excitedly gesture for him while slinging your pack off your shoulder, dropping it to the rooftop with a loud thump and squatting to unzip it.

He sighs really loudly as he slowly holsters his guns, he steps just slightly closer and crosses his arms over his armored chest as he looks down at you with what you can only guess is annoyance behind that red bucket.

“literally why are you here? And why the fuck were you screaming? I thought someone was getting skinned up here with how screechy you are.”

You look up at him with a grin. “You're as sweet as ever my cute little zombie, you know it's Valentine's Day yes? I brought you something!”

“obviously I know that, let me guess, dead flowers? I'm not taking gifts from you.” his head rolls in a way that you can assume is an eye roll, he makes no move towards you as you open up the bag and pull something out.

You lightly shake the Tupperware at him like a box of dog treats. “Actually it's a charcuterie board.”

There's an awkward silence before he sighs and drops his hands to his hips, gloved fingers hooking into his belt.

“….I didn't expect that from-okay nevermind. Why the fuck would you come to the worst part of this city and scream on a rooftop with a cheese board in your backpack?!” he finally moves close enough to stand over you as he speaks, the voice changer can't cover up the clear exasperation in his tone as he grumbles about getting shot at.

The lid pops off loudly as you hold the container up to him, once again shaking it at him like it's a treat.

“Because I don't know how else to contact you obviously! I put it together just for you!”

He sighs in aggravation while Glancing down at the stupid-

There's a long pause before he speaks, his arms loosening so his hands can dig into the fabric of his pants, fists clutching at the fabric like a lifeline.

“is that…. You cut cheese to look like my fucking grave?” his tone is something between angry and befuddled, why the hell would you do something so insane?

“what? No!….”

“Oh thank God-”

“It's actually supposed to look like some ideas I had for my grave stone! I wanted your opinion on it-hey where are you going? Mi alma come back!”

you stand up quickly as you watch him run and jump off the building, he didn't even eat the grave cheese with you!

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You're sitting at the edge of a random building late at night, you've yet to find your violent little babe in the leather mask and you're quite disappointed honestly.

You were hoping for another grand show to end your night on! Or to at least give your beau their Valentine's before twelve o'clock.

Someone clears their throat behind you and you turn so fast you nearly tumble right off the edge of the building, unfortunately someone grabs you and yanks on your arm hard enough to prevent your untimely demise.

You don't have time to be disappointed though when you realize it's your vicious little freak in a cape and cowl.

“Finally I've found you! Or you've technically found me! Happy Valentine's Day My friend!” you lean into their embrace as they try to right you, as soon as your head drops on their shoulder they step back and you fall on your face against the rooftop, you hop right back up with a bloody smile on your lips.

The enigmatic figure tilts their head and looks you up and down, taking in your terribly disheveled form and dark red stained clothing that's full of tears and cuts. “…you were looking for me?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you gesture broadly in dramatic fashion while grinning widely. “of course I was! You've captivated me with your violent tendencies and antisocial aura, what's there not to worship? I brought you something.”

You quickly open your pack and pull out a somehow pristine looking little black cardboard box with a blood red ribbon on it and present it to the masked hero, after a moment they reach out and hesitantly grab it.

“go on and open it, have a look! Unfortunately it won't bite.”

They glance at you for another moment before wordlessly pulling on the ribbon and opening it up to peer inside.

“you brought me cookies.” bat shaped cookies covered in black frosting with yellow accents sit inside, a few of them are clearly patterned after her mask while some are the symbol on her chest.

“Mhmm, they're bat shaped! Remind you of anything?” You're practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watch her, at least they made it into her hands unlike some of your other attempts.

Her mask tilts and she stares at you silently for a few minutes. “…. My costume?”

“close enough! Enjoy them my beautiful little attacker, and have a horrid Valentine's Day!…or night technically, goodbye!” you turn and run off, it's been quite the eventful day and it's time you go relax at home maybe even crawl through the swamp for a few hours.

“Bye…. Thanks for the gift.”

She smiles behind her mask as she glances down at the little treats, you actually got her a gift…

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A/n: sorry it's late! Been busy for a few days and I'm trying to catch up where I can, I hope y'all had a happy Valentine's Day if you celebrate and if not I hope it was just a stress free day 🙏😘💗😍

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[oneknightstand-if]

All Hallow's Eve (Interlude Broderick)

"Why are we watching scary movies now? Isn't our life already enough of a shitshow B-grade horror movie as it is?" Broderick groused from his place sprawled out on the right side of the couch.

To his left sat Gwen, front and center with a giant tub of freshly popped and highly buttered popcorn, and beyond her Lorelei perched on the sofa's plush armrest, eyes wary and every muscle tensed, as if she half expected the group to be attacked at any passing moment. Maybe by the movie that they were now settled down to watch.

Granted, considering what'd been happening to them lately, that wasn't a particularly unlikely outcome. So why were they even tempting luck by...

"Tis a modern-day Samhain tradition!" Merlin merrily exclaimed from where she's ensconced in an overstuffed armchair to Broderick's other side. For a moment, he merely squinted suspiciously back at her artfully tousled locks and the smug curve of her perfectly plump lips. "All Hallow's Eve... or rather, your quaint Halloween and all its candy-pillaging customs."

The mage's chair was tilted just so to keep a convenient eye upon both those sitting at the couch and also the small group gathering around the table at the back where a Ouija board was currently being set up after Percy had declared that dicking around with a haunted Ouija session would be safer than watching the movie.

Although obviously phrased differently and using far less words. Despite that announcement, the slim boy was currently wearing a pair of aviator-style 3-D glasses.

Of course, the movie that they're watching wasn't in 3-D. Had there ever been a good 3-D horror released? Because it certainly hadn't been Jaws 3-D or My Bloody Valentine, that he can personally attest to!

MC had joined the latter after announcing that Merlin wasn't allowed to play. A strangely sensible sentiment from the other so-called Harbinger for once. What daft idiot would trust a self-proclaimed succubus during a Ouija session? And of course Adrian had gone to join them, even as he pushed up his eyeglasses and stared dubiously down at the board game.

Did that damn pair of glasses even properly fit him with how often it kept sliding down his face and...

Wait, what was that?

Halloween special (with spooky sound effects!) featuring ę̸̡̧͇̭̝̐͊̒̅͋v̸͚̖͖̮͎͉̀́̅͘è̷̱̞̹̜͍̰̉̂̑̒̚r̵͎̈́̈y̸͉̭̪͓̎̈̃̈́͜o̸̭̹͑͂ṅ̶̦͇̪̻̱̏̏ë̸̯̦̼̤͖́̎̄ available on the Riders of the Apocalypse Groupies + above tiers of my Patreon.

[xtearsdontfallx]

It’s me @ratf13nd making yet another blog to yap about my ocs!

This one’s for my oc Zack (and I will also probably talk about his girlfriend Violet here a lot too because she is very important to his story.)

Also please send me asks I love to yap about this guy.

CW: this blog will contain topics of violence, gore, death, experimentation, etc!

Alright so let’s get into it:

Birth name: Matteo Giovanni Marino

Changed name to Zack Ryan Bars when he was 9 years old.

Backstory:

Early Life/Childhood:

Zack was born as Matteo Giovanni Marino on December 5th, 2000 in Brooklyn to Italian-American parents Vincent and Giovanna Marino. He is the second of four children, he has an older brother, Dominic (26), and twin younger siblings Antonio (Tony) and Maria (15). Zack’s dad was a mob boss, causing Zack to grow up around a lot of violence. When Zack was 9, his mom had enough and moved her kids away and had their names changed. Zack was the only one who really stuck with the new name as Dominic moved back with his dad after dropping out of high school. As Zack got older, he hated Dominic because his father would constantly compare Dom to him– and that infuriated Zack. He had no intentions of joining his father’s crime family like Dominic had done.

Zack grew up Catholic and went to Catholic school until 8th grade. He lost the faith as he entered his teenage years and realized that God is never going to answer his prayers. Still, he finds it hard to let go of. Sometimes, if he has a really bad episode, he finds himself praying, even though he knows nothing is out there listening to him.

Relationship with Violet:

Zack met Violet when they were 16. They both went to the same highschool and shared an English class. Zack thought about asking her out for weeks, but was always too scared or nervous to talk to her. While staying late at school one day, he noticed three guys picking on Violet and knew he couldn’t just ignore it. He got suspended for a week after getting into a fight with them, but he thought it was worth it. Zack asked Violet out that evening after giving her a ride home and they have been dating ever since. He loved Violet and would do anything for her, but his protectiveness over her causes him to make some bad decisions down the line.

ANTICHRIST:

Zack played drums in a metal band called ANTICHRIST in high school and college. The band is composed of Zack Bars (drums), Tyler Cambell (vocals, occasional rhythm guitar), Trey Wilson (lead guitar), and Derek Brooks (bass). The four of them formed the band when they were in 8th grade. They all went to the same Catholic school together and had been friends since elementary school. They all got expelled in 8th grade for messing with a ouija board in the bathroom while skipping class and getting Trey to fake a demonic possession during mass. ANTICHRIST as a band is inspired by Bullet For My Valentine, Avenged Sevenfold, Bad Omens, and Motionless In White.

After Violet’s accident:

Zack freaked out after Violet got struck by lightning. He was terrified that she wasn’t going to wake up and he’d lose her forever. When she started showing that she had powers while in a coma, he panicked and almost convinced himself that the past few weeks had just been a dream. When Violet’s dad (Stan Williams) showed up and offered Zack a job, he took it because he thought it would be the only way to keep her safe. While working for Stan, he was given the name Hawk and would be sent on various missions by Stan, where he started making some enemies. Zack lost his right arm due to an explosion on a mission and was given a metal arm two weeks after. He hated it at first, but got used to it after a while. Zack started killing people after he took the job. All of his kills before Violet woke up were orders from Stan. The first few times he killed, he broke down afterwards, but the more people he killed and the more he was experimented on made him treat every kill as just a job.

Experimentation:

Violet’s dad expressed to Zack that he wanted to study Violet’s powers more. Zack knew that meant he wanted to experiment on her and there was no way in hell Zack was letting that happen. He made a deal with Stan and said that he would let Stan experiment on him all he wants, but he can only help Violet learn to control her powers. So, Zack was put through months of intense experimentation as Stan slowly turned him into a weapon. His memory became fuzzy and he just felt either numb or angry all the time. From the experimentation, Zack gained superhuman strength as well as faster reflexes than the average person. What Zack learned later was that Stan secretly experimented on Violet while she was in a coma and found a way to extract some of her power, which he then put into Zack.

Death:

Zack knew he was being turned into a weapon and it was only a matter of time before he lost everything. His biggest fear was that he would lose his mind and end up hurting Violet. He hatched a plan to help her escape, but he knew he wasn’t going to make it out alive– at least, he hoped he wouldn’t make it out alive. In his mind, dying was his way of keeping Violet safe from himself. Violet eventually found out about the experimentation done on Zack and he decided to get her out of there that night. During the escape, Zack was shot in the left arm and right thigh and told the soldiers trying to help him to get Violet out and leave him. Violet protested, but he told her that it’s for the best and he loves her. Zack then confronted Stan and after a brief conversation, Stan told Zack that he doesn’t need him alive to continue the experiments and shot Zack in the head.

Resurrection:

What Zack didn’t know before dying was that Stan had been conducting other experiments involving bringing people back to life. Stan had tried turning Zack into a full-blown weapon while he was alive, but was getting nowhere. He had put off killing Zack until he could get Violet out of the way, but when Zack confronted him, he took the opportunity to get it over with and kill him. When Zack was brought back to life, he had no memory of who he was before he died. He was told that his name was Hawk and he had no idea that he even died. He became an entirely different person. One day, Stan sent him on a mission to bring Violet back to him. Violet still believed that Zack was dead and had been living at Zack’s mom’s house for the past year. When Zack showed up, she tried to talk to him, but he didn’t know who she was other than that she was his mission. He brought her back to the base Stan worked on. She escaped again, but came back a week later, broke him out and brought him back to the lab her brother, Max, worked at. (More about this on Violet’s sheet.) Violet tried to talk some sense into him, but he had no idea who she was or who she thought he was. On a couple occasions, Zack hurts Violet and almost kills her, but she won’t give up until she gets him back to who he was before. She found a tiny metal panel behind his ear and after further investigation, discovered he had a microchip in him. Violet got Max to take the chip out and Zack woke up, unaware of everything he did as Hawk. He eventually regained his memories and was horrified to learn about what he did.

Post-Resurrection:

A couple weeks later, Zack and Violet (with the help of the group Max was working with) infiltrate Stan’s base to take the project down. The intention was to keep Stan alive so he could be questioned about what exactly the program did to superhumans. Zack pretends to act as Hawk to get close to Stan, but Stan realizes it’s a trap quickly. He had one of his technicians inject Violet with a hallucinogen that makes her see her fears that Stan got from a man that Zack encountered before he died (wow wonder who that was inspired by). The serum also causes intense pain and Zack snapped seeing Violet like that. Zack attacks Stan and ends up beating him to death.

[menlove]

I know it's bc I "discovered" it but I'm literally never getting over "to: paul with love 🖤🖤🖤" on the back of the if I fell valentines day card. I'm busting out the ouija board about it as we speak

[nomorebrad]

VDAYNYANCATOUIJAIC

this gender is when you relate to the ouija board, but it’s also v day Nyan cat themed. The whole system of this gender is spiritual yet also full of red heart pop tart cats flying through space with a sensation of being a Valentine’s Day nyan cat

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hello! I'd like to submit a BINGO card ✔.

I don't have a fix for number 1

2. Turn into a Pose - little_escapist

3. Somebody Like You - JButler

4. A "Safe" Choice - izwordsoup

5. Love Me At Once - redheadgleek

6. But, Oh, Those Summer Nights - quizasvivamos

7. Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine's Day - RockItMan

8. Accidental Audition - CoffeeAddict80

9. Pound of Flesh - quizasvivamos

Thank you for your list!! Now all can be found in bookmarks on A03. Reminder here: 2023 Klaine bingo ~Jen

2. Page turner: Turn into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

3. Fanfic you need tissues for: Somebody Like You by JButler

The last thing newly married Kurt Hummel-Anderson expected to find during his post-wedding clean was a message from his husband’s late spouse.

4. Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation: A "Safe" Choice by izwordsoup @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

A self-indulgent one-shot inspired by a weekly event at my work place in which an armored service technician from the cash-handling company comes to check the safe every Wednesday, and there are a couple technicians that everyone at work agrees are attractive.

5. Free choice, fic you want to highlight: Love Me At Once by @redheadgleek

As the second son, Prince Blaine Andreason never really had any expectations for what his life would be, beyond horseback riding and reading in the garden. And then his brother is cursed by an evil fairy to sleep for a hundred years and he sets off on a secret rescue mission. He never expected to meet Kurt, the blacksmith's son, who could alter the course of his life forever. That is, if he can manage to stay alive.

6. Summer story: But, Oh, Those Summer Nights by @quizasvivamos

Kurt is back in Ohio for the summer following his first year at NYADA and works in his dad’s tire shop in order to pay for necessities when he heads back to the city. However, Burt is still short-handed, so he hires a new guy, who catches Kurt’s attention, earning his initial skepticism and then his admiration.

7. Written for a challenge: Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine's Day by @rockitmans

Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

8. Fanfic that made you laugh out loud: Accidental Audition by CoffeeAddict80 @caramelcoffeeaddict

Blaine Anderson applies for a promotion at his office job, but the application gets intercepted by a vindictive coworker that is also vying for the position. The coworker hatches a scheme to humiliate Blaine by hacking the secretary’s email and sending Blaine to an off-site studio for his “interview”, where he meets up-and-coming playwright, Kurt Hummel, while unknowingly auditioning for the movie adaptation of Kurt’s hit Broadway musical.

9. Genre/trope you wouldn't normally read: Pound of Flesh - by @quizasvivamos

It’s Halloween at Dalton Academy, and as the night’s festivities are winding down, six boys sit around a Ouija board for some seemingly harmless fun. Their impromptu séance unknowingly summons something to the bed of a drunk, horny, virgin Blaine. Is it a teenage dream? Or a nightmare?

[halloween-sweets]

[idontoweuanything411]

Omg I can’t I jsut need to rant about The Answer by Johnny Marr

OKAYYY so this song released in 2023 after the infamous open letter incident so that means they were beefing rn and johnny registered the trademark for The Smiths back in 2018, so maybe these legal troubles were still happening since then. THESE ARE IMPORTANT I SWEARRRRR.

I had my speculations about this song being about Morrissey, but they basically seemed like facts when i saw this quote from Johnny about the song.

So if this song was “led by the singing”, that would mean that Johnny would have to write the lyrics first, right?

“You want the answer to everything

Now you are all mine”

This is the first thing that is said n repeated by random lady voice. I think it could be two things and i’m really unsure which one it is. It could be Johnny knowing about how, assuming that it’s how their breakup went, his actions made Morrissey feel. I mean, it isn’t far off considering that Johnny has said that he knew Hand In Glove (a homoerotic song made by his gay band) was about him, yet he was dating a woman that he would later marry n is still with. The other motive for this could be that this is what Johnny thinks this is how Morrissey is during this whole situation. As we know, Moz didn’t respond, his lawyers had to step in and just give the trademark to Johnny because Moz was just not really doing anything. Does Johnny think that Moz thinks it’s making Johnny wanna talk to him again or at least under his finger? I don’t know. I used to think it was the voice of Moz, but it doesn’t really fit the end, in my opinion.

“You ran away

Vanished and then

Put your mamma

In them lows”

Of course, we know that Moz did in fact just ignore the legal issues with the trademark, so the first part makes sense. The second part is kinda straight forward to me because in Morrissey’s autobiography when he gets to describing the court case and how he felt Johnny Marr was just saying yes to all the questions that put the blame on him, he says this:

Johnny may have seen this, i mean, the producer of Ouija board, ouija board has said that johnny complimented the song 20 or so years later, so he isn’t completely oblivious to what Moz is doing. I can recall an interviewer telling Johnny that Morrissey has released a book n he had said sum along the lines of “Oh really? I’ll probably get one n take a peek.” Andy has said that he had just looked to see what Moz said about him n he is Johnnys life long best friend n it’s just a common thing to do so it’s not entirely impossible. Johnny may have seen this before and all of it maybe had resurfaced in the frustration he was having.

“Don't you look back

Take your faith back”

This is self explanatory, it’s just Johnny telling Moz to not apologize or be sad about them after because he did it himself.

“Try again

And fail again

Get your moment

In the sun”

This could be Johnny thinking that Morrissey is just trying to get talked about in the press again because Johnny doe a think that also is famous of crazy quotes. Or, it could be Johnny thinking that this is Moz trying to make Johnny reach out? Make Moz be the thing on Johnnys mind? But I think that’s a bit childlish, but these men have been beefing for decades so idk.

“Thought you got it this time

No, I don't need love

I don't”

THIS. This is jsut crazy. Johnny saying that he doesn’t need love?? Like Moz was his extra love on the side. I mean he has dissed the fact that Moz doesn’t have anyone in 1987 ON VALENTINES DAY so it’s not completely wrong.

“You got the answers this time

Until tomorrow

I don't”

Okay, this is why i said that saying the first line was Moz didn’t really make sense because there’s this line, or maybe, just as the voices are different, the “answers” are to different questions. Johnny is saying in this whole song that their friendship is forever gone and Moz really messed up this time, yet he says “until tomorrow”. To me, it’s Johnny saying that, he maybe feel like this now, his feelings might change. I mean, they have met a few times after The Smiths so it’s not completely crazy.

“Just came 'round to kill time

Thought I'd watch the show”

These lyrics tie into being that Johnny thinks Moz is jsut using the legal trouble to rekindle again or at least make Johnny reach out to him.

“I told you mamma

I'm outta here again

All set to begin

I am gone”

I don’t really know what this mean tbh. He’s said in his book that he never really was emotionally close with his parents, but people change has they get older so i’m not sure. This could be Johnny saying that this is just the repeating issues they have and that it’ll happen again (not specifically about the trademark, just like how they always talk again but then stop talking again aka The loop by Morrissey).

“Won't you come back

Take your faith back (I don't)

I don't

Don't you look back

Take your faith back (I don't)

I don't”

This is just Johnny going back and forth about wanting Moz to come back so they can be friends again and knowing that this (possible) happens everytime between them.

“I am the answer to everything

Now you are all mine”

This actually makes it seem like this voice is Moz, because it’s saying that whoever the voice is, Johnny is wrapped around their finger. It actually makes sense because it made him write this song.

Anyways, that’s my rant about The Answer by Johnny Marr

[theuniquestore]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Jekeno Ouija Board Gothic Horror Spooky Decor Throw Blankets Black 50"x60".

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

When it Rains it Pours

by Brain_Flower

There are consequences for pushing Slade’s boundaries too far. Dick will find out.

Words: 3726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Valentine

Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned)

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Additional Tags: Slight D/s Elements, Collars, Daddy Issues, Daddy Kink, Ouija Board, Dick’s uncanny ability to piss Slade off with ghosts, brief Jason Todd, Spanking, paddles, Panties, Boudoir Photography, Dick Grayson is pretty and he knows it, Speaking Ill of the Dead, offensive language, Slade being soft because I love him

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45504523

[visceravalentines]

crumb I am writing you into my will as we speak what do you want?? 1960s ouija board? bison jawbone? vintage Mr. Rogers Talks About Death pamphlet? my undying love and loyalty?? take them take them all ilysm you are too fucking kind 😭🥰

if you like the passenger and you like 80s slasher movies a la nightmare on elm street, friday the 13th, or my bloody valentine, this fic is for you!!

cold blue summer

a slasher movie AU for The Passenger (2023)

Elliot Sheppard, a third-grade teacher at Central Elementary, abused children for many years before being exposed and taking his own life. Now, twenty years later, the school is being demolished, and something has awakened.... Strap in for the cruelest summer on record.

An homage to classic slasher movies with a summer romance flair.

Read the intro below and read the first chapter (and the rest as it updates this summer) on ao3! Mind the tags--suicide, implied/referenced child abuse, graphic depictions of violence.

School lets out early that year.  

The kids don’t question it, no matter how many times they catch the adults cutting conversations short when they walk in the room.  You don’t look too hard at a gift like that, four extra days of blue sky and no schedule.  

The school makes a statement that says everything and nothing, tries to keep the details vague, but word spreads anyway like kudzu.  The parents sit and fret, cancel camps, extend family vacations.  Stand in the hallways late at night and peer through cracked bedroom doors and swallow their dread down whole and kicking.  Read statistics.  Count their blessings.  

It’s a weird summer, gets off on a weird foot, like trying to hopscotch wrong-foot-forward.  

It’s early Monday morning, too early for teachers to arrive yet.  The schedule change allows extra time to tear down posters, enter the final few grades.  Nobody’s in a rush, though, to sit alone in the empty classrooms.  To sit in the silence of that building and let imagination run wild.  To be there, in the place where it happened.  In proximity to the unthinkable, guilty by association.  By ignorance.  By inaction.  

Elliot Sheppard has been missing for three days.  

The playground for the younger grades sits on the east side of the school at the base of the hill.  The kids call it the Little Toy, relative to the Big Toy, which is on the other side of the building and reserved for the older grades.  Weeds have already started their seasonal conquest, bursting up at the edge of the wood chips and in the shade of the slide.  The foursquare courts need repainting.  A kickball sits half-deflated in the grass at the bottom of the hill.  

The lonesome call of a mourning dove trembles over the dew.  The sun stretches its arms over the lowlands, rosy and resplendent.  In the pale dawn light, blood drips black onto the wood chips.  The gun sits mere inches from the thick-fingered hand that dropped it.  Very little of the man remains above the bridge of his nose, mouth rent asunder, a tooth fairy’s bounty.  Flies already swarm around the pale blue sinkholes of his eyes.  

He will be found in less than an hour by the secretary who bid him good morning every day since she started at Central.  The police will identify him immediately and do their damnedest to keep these details out of the media too, in the name of protecting privacy, protecting dignity.  In an effort to shelter the soft and innocent from the uglier parts of life.  

This time, at least, they might succeed.  

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Three miles away and twenty years later, Benson Rousseau jolts awake with a scream in his throat.