I wrote a poem about Linda Monroe from the perspective of gossipers and announcers at pageants/contests, sort of examining how Linda was viewed for her entire life (maybe I’ve watched too much Toddlers & Tiaras?):
Let’s welcome to the stage contestant number 5
Little Linda Murray, a beauty queen hopeful
She’s only five, isn’t she a picture?
Simply ravishing, she has her mother’s beauty
Her mother was our Honey Queen, how will her heir fare?
She likes playing with her dolls and pleasing her father
We’re told she bleached her teeth by herself
Her routine is so rehearsed - oh, she’s been practicing without sleep for months?
Her father must be so proud of her
For your consideration - Linda Murray for Little Miss Hatchetfield
Let’s welcome to the stage prom queen candidate Miss Linda Murray
Isn’t she gorgeous? No expenses were spared
A picture in her pink tulle ballgown, studded with glittering rubies
With her bevy of suitors in tow, each richer than the last
This lucky lady can have her pick of the boys
But what does she offer as a romantic partner?…
Well, she’s beautiful, and… she might be intelligent - certainly eager to please
Could that be seen as attention-seeking?
What does her father think of her behaviour?
But still, for your consideration - the lovely Linda Murray for your prom queen
Did you hear about Linda Murray- sorry, Monroe’s- wedding?
Well, she looked nice, the dress was pretty
The ceremony was lavish, with an ice sculpture to boot
But don’t you think it was performative?
Who was the ridiculous splendour for?
Did you know that her father didn’t walk her down the aisle? Oh well, he must’ve been busy
Her husband’s career seems steady, Linda’s made herself a trophy wife
Isn’t it odd? None of us ever emphasised her beauty, doesn’t she have brains beyond her desire to please?
I’d bet anything that this is just for attention on Linda’s part
But still, please welcome to the dance floor the bride and groom, Mr and Mrs Monroe!
Let’s welcome to the clearing, this year’s Honey Queen Linda Monroe!
Isn’t she ravishing? The perfect sacrifice, really
After all, beneath her hunger is that delicious desire to please, for attention
From her husband, from her children, from her father most of all
But did he ever really love her? Well, does it matter?
Such a pity, she’s screaming now, where’s that insufferable confidence?
A shame she only had boys… perhaps the pageant could expand to Honey Kings once they’re older?
Or maybe their daughters could take up the mantle? How will her heirs fare?
And now she’s gone down the hatch, her beauty is no more
There’s no time or reason to mourn her, but still, congratulations to this year’s Honey Queen, Linda Monroe
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I saw a headcanon that human!wiggly was using richie’s face during the summoning and I’m a little insane about it. Because if you think about it, it makes total sense.
“Why would Wiggly want to appear as a nerdy prude if his whole thing is power?” I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN BUT HEAR ME OUT.
Do you know how terrifying it would be to see your dead friend’s body being repurposed and puppeted in front of you? You’d be horrified. And that’s what Wiggly wants, in a way. He wants to be feared. If his human form was just another jock, it wouldn’t be as scary would it? After everything Steph, Pete, and Grace had gone through, another jock probably wouldn’t have had much effect on them. But their friend? Who they didn’t even get to fully mourn?? It’s like salt in the wound. They’d be vulnerable. Weak.
And don’t even get me started on the talking mannerisms?? In the boys bathroom scene when Richie says “and what, pray tell, may that be, Stephanie?” it’s the EXACT same way Wiggly says “What’s in your pocket Stephanie?”
To conclude, I love being insane about minuscule details 👍
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