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It is Femslash February (I'm a few days late, I know, life got weird...) and I thought it would be fun to offer a challenge to all of us Eerie fans to write some femslash for this fandom!

No formal prompts, just a general celebration of all the wonderful F/F pairing possibilities* in Eerie Fandom!

I've added a new collection on AO3 if you'd like to use that when posting!

(*Genderswapping characters counts)

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Ready for the unholy terror of opening a letter only to find Tobey Maguire's horrible face inside? Tonight, we're rewatching the Dead Letter.

froodle

At 3:33 a.m. on a wet Wednesday morning in June, every church bell in Eerie began to chime.

In the Eerie Cemetery, stiff-necked corpses rolled over in their coffins, moaning in protest and pressing skeletal hands over shrivelled ears while beneath Lake Eerie, things with tentacles and gills and other, less-easily described attributes clutched tight to crucifixes made from driftwood and barnacles. Janet Donner pulled her coverlet over her head, ears straining for the tell-tale clink of milk bottles, and Melanie Monroe awoke shrieking out a scream that only she could hear.

Mary B. Carter was getting married. Again.

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Ongoing Verse: The Children

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Euclid

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froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

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The staff at Roswell's Out of this World Space Burger stopped what they were doing and turned, one by one, to take in the woman at the counter.

Mary B. Carter's wedding dress was the colour of old ivory, with polished mother of pearl buttons down the back. She lifted her veil in order to better read the menu, then turned to smile at the young woman behind the cash register.

"One crash-landing combo meal, please," she said. "Extra large, with a chocolate-strawberry shake. And a portion of nuggets."

The cashiers headband-mounted antennae bobbed as she typed in the order.

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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froodle

Ready for the unholy terror of opening a letter only to find Tobey Maguire's horrible face inside? Tonight, we're rewatching the Dead Letter.

froodle

Marisea poured her own cup, liberally laced with milk and sugar.

She ignored the plate of little cakes that sat next to the teapot - not being a fan of afternoon tea, she'd replaced daily deliveries of fondant fancies and pastel-coloured macaroons for cunningly rendered Plaster of Paris imitations shortly after her aunt's death. If Mary B. Carter had noticed, she hadn't said anything.

"So," she said, taking a sip. "What news from the spirit world? Ready for marriage number nine yet?"

"It's still only eight," said Mary B. Carter. "I didn't show up for Wedding Seven, so that doesn't count."

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Mary C. Carter arranged three slices of lemon neatly alongside the repeating rose pattern of a bone china saucer that was so thin as to be very slightly translucent. In the chair opposite her, the faintly-glowing spectre of her aunt nodded in approval.

"Auntie, can you even drink this?" Marisea asked.

Mary B. Carter flickered, her face changing from a teenage girl with long brown hair to a woman in her seventies wearing a white nightgown overlaid with a faded shawl, then back again.

"No," she allowed, her voice see-sawing between adolescence and old age. "But I like the ritual."

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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"Thanks for doing this," said Marshall, following Marisea down a dimly-lit corridor wallpapered with a repeating pattern of red and gold spirals that hurt his eyes if he stared too long. In his arms he carried a gleaming two-slice toaster, the cord dangling in a neat, tight bundle alongside it.

Marisea smiled at him over her shoulder.

"It's nothing," she assured him. "Auntie got married six times, and there was a toaster on every single gift register. Grungy Bill could have a new home and a summer haunt and I'd still have three spares."

Inside the toaster, somebody said "yee-haw".

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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froodle

Great shot of Tobey Maguire on the set of Eerie! Anyone know who’s in the shot with him?

froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

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The smell of talcum powder and the jangle of costume jewellery was the only warning Marisea had. She sighed and set aside the index cards full of family recipes, apologising to the somewhat confused ghost attached to them.

"This might take a while," she said. "But I promise I'll come back and alphabetise you properly, and I'm sure then you'll remember who you were."

She left the warm, bright kitchen, closing the door behind her as she stepped into the gloom of the hall.

"Hello Auntie," she said. "What brings you here? Delivering a wedding invite?"

Mary B. Carter beamed.

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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mary c carter out here letting some random kids into her house
maybe shes just lonely
marshall: im free!
the plot: no you're fucking not
'i kept asking myself: Marshall, why are you such a bonehead?'
um....mood
i like mary b carter's porcelain figures
okay nvm she broke them
marshall when hes scared of ghosts: i gotta put garlic around the house, who cares if it's for vampires Simon!
marshall when Dash suggests stabbing the wolfman through the heart: that's for vampires you FOOL you utter MORON
why...why doesnt he just put it in the mail box? have whatever passes for the postman in eerie deliver it for him?
did...did they explain why he cant just like...put it in another envelope and mail it to her? and im just dumb?
mary c carter is a good sport isnt she? i feel like Marshall could have just gone to her and been like....'okay can i like...try again to deliver this letter to your aunt?' and she'd be like 'whatever dude idgaf'
mary b carter's pink outfit is a look
this show has a lot of on screen deaths doesnt it?
i...im not sure THATS the lesson i would have taken away from all this marshall
the thrilling sequal to marshall rides his bike in slow circles, marshall jumps off a bookshelf.
i literally love this show so much asdfghjkklkhsdhi
i like the ending screen music, it reminds me of the opening levels of kotor 2

froodle

Ready for the unholy terror of opening a letter only to find Tobey Maguire's horrible face inside? Tonight, we're rewatching the Dead Letter.

froodle

Mary B. Carter totally sets these out at Halloween:

froodle

I love Eerie Indiana. Love it properly and truly. The only flaw I can see is that the episodes are only half an hour long, so just when you've gotten into them they're almost over. But mostly I love it. And I love that it's not one of those things that aren't quite as good as you remember.

Marshall has the best TV family ever. They are all cool, and lovely, and quirky, and obviously love each other, with touching and little comments and just greatness. And possibly incest, of course. That's pretty much the only thing that's different from when I was young and watched it - constant awareness of all the odd subtext and possibilities. People keep putting their hands on the boys' shoulders and necks. Or dragging their faces right up to their faces. I think it's probably a bad sign when you start getting odd thoughts about a bitchy old lady and a nine year old boy. EVEN IF that old lady is on her way to meet/date the thirteen year-old ghost of her former love who she never spoke to. Yes. It's all just a bit inappropriate and lovely.

I love that a lot of their main 'of the week' characters are girls, and interesting girls. Sara Bob/Sara Sue! Janet Donner! Or kooky male scientists, like Howard the Tornado Rider! He was class. There's a some wrongly amusing lines, but mostly it is ALL CLASS.

I want fanfiction. Like properly, but not in that wild, frustrated way. I want AU fic where Marshall and Janet stay in the Lost Hour and go to New Jersey, and grow up there. And possibly have Lost babies! I want future fic slashing Marshall and the evil mayor. And I sort of want Marshall to grow up and move to Trinity, South Carolina, because glee! He and Lucas Buck can argue and compare their lustrous hair.

I'm just onto the episodes with Dash-X. He is still as fabulous as I remember, and pretty beyond words. Oh the sunglasses. Oh the idle rescuing of Marshall. For some reason I'm slashing him and Simon. And Marshall and Simon. And him and Marshall just because I want to. Anyway. It's all good. I love it!

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What is going on in this frame of #EerieIndiana? [6.7554@1073s] #NoContextTV #NBC pic.twitter.com/fL2W1XOFbw
— No Context TV (@UKNoContextTV) August 5, 2019

froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

froodle

In the previous episode, we learned that one of Marshall’s friends met a grisly accident when he was run down by a milk truck. And this evening, we learned that wasn’t the first time such a fate befell a young man in Eerie. In 1929, a kid named Tripp was on his way to deliver a love letter to a girl named Mary when he stepped in front of a milk truck. The letter was tucked into a library book which was never again checked out.

Sixty-two years later, the library sent a couple of shelves of books to the World o’ Stuff to raise some money. Marshall runs across the letter and opens it, releasing Tripp’s ghost. Tripp is played by Tobey Maguire. It’s an early role for the future Spider-Man actor, but he doesn’t get to shine as a fish out of water. The script, sadly, doesn’t address the situation of a ghost suddenly in the world of his future, or maybe I’m just thinking about that because we’ve finished watching Adam Adamant Lives! and miss it already.

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Ну наконец-то Эйри теперь можно смотреть и на ютюбе! Вот так радость! Да ещё и в качестве подарка к этому незабываемому событию, сегодня вечером можно будет глянуть премьеру восьмой серии! Ссылка в профиле! Так, а что ж это будет за серия? Ну, это будет восьмая серия, в которой Маршалу и Саймону придётся помогать настоящему призраку, которого играет... Играет... Иииграет... Узнали этого супчика?! Да это же Человек-паук! Ну то есть Питер Паркер! Ну то есть Тоби Магуайр! А вы думали! То-то же!

froodle

Ready for the unholy terror of opening a letter only to find Tobey Maguire's horrible face inside? Tonight, we're rewatching the Dead Letter.

froodle

An excellent Betty Wilson/Mary B Carter style house by Jacks Bogus Journey

froodle

“How ya been trip?”
Well, I’ve been kind of dead, Mary”#tobymcguire #eerieindiana
— Blackroomgirl (@_MNMLyumyum) August 24, 2018

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Just time for a quick look at the papers... pic.twitter.com/KNFV4KJCSx
— Pulp Librarian (@PulpLibrarian) June 15, 2018

Also, real talk, Grungy Bill isn't a good enough thief to steal on this level.

froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

froodle

Ready for the unholy terror of opening a letter only to find Tobey Maguire's horrible face inside? Tonight, we're rewatching the Dead Letter.

froodle

So, I guess one of Mary B. Carter's six husbands was Picard's dad? I approve.

froodle

Well what do you know? As it turns out, the writers of “Eerie” didn't get out all that they had to say about death in the last episode, and have turned around immediately to tackle the subject head-on yet again.

If you're so cold and heartless that you can't give the show anything else, you at least have to admire it for the casting choices: It seems the special guest from every episode has gone on to do some pretty big things in Hollywood. For example, Danielle Harris, from the last episode, would go on to become popular for her voice role on the Wild Thornberry's, as well as her live-action roles in Rob Zombie's Halloween remakes. Here, we have a young Tobey Maguire—who looks eerily like current Tobey Maguire—playing the role of a ghost.

That ghost is Tripp McConnell, and he is awakened when Marshall finds an old letter in a book at the local bookstore. After the initial shock of finding a man from the 1930s hanging around the bookshelves wears off, Marshall picks up on what Tripp is trying to urge him to do: Deliver the letter to its intended recipient.

You see, Tripp was deeply, madly in love with one Mary Carter 62 years ago, and they were certain to be wed. But then Tripp got some cold feet and left Mary out in the cold, something she has never forgotten, or forgiven, all these years later. But that can be the problem with life: not everything is always as it seems. In this case, the only thing Tripp did wrong was get killed, and that’s what prevented him from marrying his childhood sweetheart, something she has been oblivious to for all the prevailing years.

Since Marshall was the one that discovered the letter, then Marshall is the one that is required to deliver it to Mary Carter in this current day and age, 62 years later. He refuses quite a few times, finding Tripp to be a rather annoying chap, at which point Tripp has to rely on his ghostly cunning to get him to change his mind: He wins over the Teller family with his ghostly charm, earning an invite to stay for dinner. Marshall isn’t too keen on seeing this happen, so he reluctantly agrees to help him, on the grounds that he leaves him alone afterwards.

Thankfully, the myriad of possible pitfalls that one could face when searching for a person after six decades, are all conveniently avoided: Mary still lives at the exact same address as she did all those years ago, with her granddaughter, who happens to be Marshall's age. At first Mary thinks Marshall is lying, until she reads the letter, and then learns the truth about Tripp's fate.

The ending of this one is actually pretty similar to “Heart on a Chain”, now that I think about it, with the two lovers reunited in the afterlife, something we can see coming from the outset (though it's not as creepy as it sounds, as Tripp sees Mary the way she was when they were together, as opposed to the old decaying hag that she has become). This one is a little less devastating, simply because we’re dealing with an old woman versus a young one (and old women are always considered expendable in today’s society), but it’s still a pretty hefty emotional saga for a young adult to sit through. Nevertheless, with two themes so closely intertwined to one another, I think it would have made more sense to space those two apart a few episodes, rather than have them be back-to-back installments.

Also a little bizarre is Marshall's initial refusal to have anything to do with Tripp. Here is a kid that goes out of his way to investigate weird goings-on in Eerie, and so for him to get offended by Tripp's simple request, simply because he “feels like” he's trouble, just seems out of character, especially since Tripp does nothing to garner such feelings. Sure, he comes off as rather arrogant in their first meeting, but isn't rude or offensive in any specific way. Just a weird way for a “hardened” investigator of the macabre to act.

When the dust settles, this is a pretty decent episode, but by leaning heavily on many of the same themes that the previous episode dealt with does it no favors.

EPISODE RATING: 6/10

froodle

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!

froodle

“You stop that right now,” said Mary B. Carter, crossing her arms and frowning. An unnatural gale shrieked around her, tossing her long brown hair across her eyes and knocking her crown of pink and white roses askew.

She gritted her teeth and fixed it back in place. Hovering a few scant inches from the tip of her nose, the ghost goggled wildly at her, shaking its chains and howling out an ancient song of sins uncovered and shame apportioned.

“This is why nobody likes you,” said Mary B. Carter. “You float about making a huge fuss and throwing people’s mistakes in their faces and then you complain that nobody will sit with you at dinner.”

The ghost recoiled for a moment, and the wind dropped. Mary B. Carter turned back to the full-length mirror that occupied the centre of the room and adjusted the fall of her veil. Behind her, the ghost resumed its screaming.

Mary B. spun in place, barely hampered by fifty pounds of lace and tulle, and snatched up a plant mister that sat within easy reach on a polished end table.

“That’s it,” she said, spritzing the misbehaving spirit with a fine spray of holy water. “You can sit this wedding out too.”

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froodle

Brace yourselves for the unchanging horror of Tobey Maguire's nightmarish face, because you opened someone else's mail and now it's time for... The Dead Letter!

froodle

Written for Day 2 of the

31_days October challenge. The prompt was "all soul's day"

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froodle

Written for Day 30 of the

31_days June challenge. The prompt was "i recognise my world for a kingdom of death"

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Written for Challenge #15.42: Forgotten over at

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Put aside your history paper on the jackalope and it's relation to the federal deficit; tonights tale is about how messing with someone else's post gets you harrassed by the ghost of Tobey Maguire. Garlic won't save you from... the Dead Letter!

froodle

If Eerie had a coat of arms, what do you reckon it would look like?

I think it would have a jackalope and a bigfoot (with pink hairbow) rampant on either side of the shield, maybe two crossed ears of corn over the top and the motto would be a Latin translation of something along the lines of "statistically the most normal place in the country." Or, "peaceful, average, normal". I don't know if you can have a Latin version of "all-American".

The shield itself would be divided into quarters and the images would be Elvis, a dairy cow (but a terrifying one, like the poo-brained horse or that fucking deer with the hands from Adventure Time), a tornado and the tags that say "Lost" on them from Bureau of Lost.

And bigfoot and the jackalope would have, respectively, a plus and a minus on their flanks, where MLP have their cutie marks.

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