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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Could you do a oneshot where the reader gets chased by the Hyde through the woods (doesn't really see what it was). She runs into Xavier and he makes fun of her about the "moster in the woods" but when he sees how freaked out she is he gets her somewhere safe and comforts her? Maybe Rivals to lovers or friends to lovers? Thank youuu! I'm obsessed with your Xavier stories! He's so in character xx

thank you so much!

OH, YOU'RE SERIOUS?!

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: none Notes: I'm sorry for not getting to Requests sooner, there are so many, also apparently some of them aren't appearing that people have submitted, so I am sorry for that!

you ran past the trees and jumping over the logs and rocks on the ground as you fled the forest, trying to escape the huge lanky monster.

you didn't have enough air in your lungs to scream for help as you ran as fast as you could.

you tripped on a rock and fell down as you got to a shed on the edge of the woods.

you quickly pulled yourself up from the dirt and hurried around the shed where you your head collided with a chest, you backed up startled in fear and sighed

"Xavier!" you yelled

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing your sweaty, tired and tense state

you heard a noise behind you and your head snapped in the direction. seeing a rabbit come out of the bushes, you looked around your surroundings and began tearing up, freaked out.

"hey, hey, hey, tell me what's wrong, why are you sweating?"

"big, tall- skinny, huge-" you stuttered

"me?" he joked

"monster, in there, chased me" you panted as you pointed to where you came from

"A monster? in the woods" he chuckled "did Ajax get you high?"

"I don't do drugs, there- it chased me, it was right in front of me!" you pleaded for him to believe you.

you two were pretty close friends, so you thought you could trust him with things

"are you sure it wasn't a deer or something?" he questioned

"Xavier there was a fucking monster chasing me in the woods, I know what a deer looks like. I want to leave this place right now, it's not safe here and I'm really scared" you begged

"oh, you're being serious?"" his face fell as he saw the tears in your eyes and the way your body was shaking

he looked around and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you shuddered

"come on. we'll stay here for a bit, in case it comes back." he lead you into his shed

Xavier didn't fully believe you, yes, he believed in monsters, how could he not? but he assumed you just got startled by something and started running, but something about the way you trembled and sobbed made him question his thought process.

he sat you down to comfort you, telling you it will be ok and that you were safe, even though he didn't fully know that.

he wasn't scared as much as he was worried. but definitely feared for your safety.

"what if it comes back?" your voice wobbled

"I don't want to find out, but if it does, I'll protect you" he spoke softly

"no, no. you wouldn't be able to do anything, it's massive, Xavier. it would be able to kill both of us at the same time" you panicked, remembering how close it got to catching you

"I don't care, it could have me as you run away, I'll distract it, I don't care, as long as you're safe. I. will. protect. you" he argued.

"but-"

"-no buts, ok? I love you and I won't let anything happen to you" he cut you off

your eyes widened as you looked at him in the eyes "you love me?"

"of course I do, now, describe it to me" he sat on a stool beside you and took his sketchpad and a pencil to start sketching

"it's a feeling you have for someone or something you care deeply about" you started to answer him

"I meant the monster, Sweetheart" he looked up at you with a smile

"oh- right sorry" you apologised sheepishly

"it's alright, we can do this later" he placed the book aside, moving closer to you

"you feeling any better?" he rubbed your back

you shook your head as you stared at him

"why not?" he muttered

"because I'm already freaking it out and you telling me you love me is freaking me out more" you exclaimed

"ok, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" he held your hand

"it's not upsetting me it's freaking me out, you told me you love me!" you rushed

"alright. well I've been more focused on making sure you feel safe" he reasoned

"I do feel safe, I'm with you" you admitted, making him smile down at you

"that's good to hear" he chuckled

he pulled you closer to him, pulling you onto his lap and cradling you in his arms

"I won't let anything happen to you" he cooed as he kissed your forehead

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I was gonna make them kiss but then realised you don't have to kiss, you have the right to wait.

#xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe oneshot #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x you #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday #percy hynes white #the hyde #tyler galpin #imagine #request #cute #fluff

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they2kwhore · 4 months

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Paris Hilton & Britney Spears at The Hyde on November 26, 2006.

#paris hilton #britney spears #y2k #2000’s nostalgia #the hyde #legends #mid 2000s #pop culture

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maryannecrimsworth · 1 year

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I'm already in Nether

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute reader

Warnings: mention of past trauma; Alp's powers; angst and disturbing poems; animal dead body

Summary: You're an Alp, the night elf of nightmares — you attacked Wednesday, and before running back home, you left a book at her door. A book about you it, the Alp. And Wednesday found a message from you between the pages.

Some reader's characteristics: R has anxiety disorder, selective mutism, and is a really unique type of outcast. Reader's background it's derived from my Wednesday fic, The Hunt.

More details of Hank background and his partnership with Wednesday here.

You're already in hell.

That's what it feels like, waking up in a skin that isn't yours, seeing through eyes that don't belong to you, living memories you haven't created — it all comes to you when you wake up, and this time wasn't different.

After sprinting away from Wednesday's bedroom, your whole body ached as your mind burned. The flashes of what you saw rotted within your brain and your chest tightened with a feeling which was not yours. It was Wednesday's.

The disgust of her boyfriend's lips, the anger and wrath within her mind — everything the Alp could use of her unconsciousness to torture her conscious self — and you felt the Alp's pleasure for it. Its laughter and happiness before the Addams opened her eyes. It did not please you — the feeling twisted your stomach everytime — but its feeling was there. It was there, inside you, somehow, and anguish crawled over your skin as you walked back home.

Hank begged you not to do it, but you did: you left the book in the hallway and walked home on foot.

The soles of your feet bruised from the repeated contact with the concrete, and your body shivered from the cold wind, but you felt nothing.

You didn't feel your own fingernails scratching your skin or the sweat dripping from your forehead, despite the cold weather.

You felt nothing but disgust for yourself.

"I need to talk to you." Hank broke into Wednesday’s room without knocking. He knew she would be there alone: saving herself from the teenagers' links and boring classes of the day. "I have been told that—"

"I'm already going to meet your brother." Wednesday told him, barely moving from her desk. "There's no need for negotiation."

"What?" Hank almost shouted. "Look, if you need a trade to meet my brother, you better stay away from him." Hank's eyes flashed with a blue light for a moment. "No, I came here to warn you. I have bad news."

"Spill it."

"Vincent Thorpe has been released from jail." Wednesday finally turned to him. "Considered innocent by the court."

"Not possible, we handed conclusive evidence to the police." Wednesday retorted.

"All circumstantial. With Thornhill and the sheriff's wife gone, there is no relevant victim. Only Tyler could have testified but…"

"He didn't." Wednesday muttered. "What about the Peterson's death?"

"The police told the media he was a hero and swept the whole investigation under the rug.."

"I know what I saw."

"I know you did.' Hank sighed. "But Vincent knows what we’ve done and I bet he hates us even more."

"He’s harmless now." Wednesday walked over her desk, her eyes falling down once again to the journal opened on the table. "His reputation has been completely destroyed."

"Which means he has nothing left to lose." Hank gritted his teeth and walked back to the door. "Be careful."

He was about to close it and leave when Wednesday's cold voice reached him one last time.

"Where is Y/N?" She asked.

"Home.” And Hank closed the door.

Wednesday waited for the sound of his footsteps to go further down the hallway, returning to her reading once she was sure the advisor had left Ophelia Hall.

The words echoed inside her mind as she read the poem again: the same handwriting that quoted Ovid yesterday showed itself with more complex, more hasty words in the folded paper in the middle of the mythology book. It was Y/N’s, Wednesday knew, but the words made no sense: the rhymes and dialogues held a meaning that the Addams’ didn’t quite understand.

She read it again:

Its fingers tickers my skull

Its fangs, its eyes, its teeth — my ghoul

"Obey and bow" It screams

"I'm you whole, the bane of your soul"

Which soul? I'm lone and torn

A scarred husk, outer and sore

My mind is it

The images flashing from its

devilish trickery remains within, filling

I'm haunted for its urge against the living

I see through its eyes, tripping

our minds linked together

I can't escape it forever

I know: we belong together I have no blether

I'm already in Nether

“Nether” in mythology, represents hell, the place evil spirits go to burn for eternity; in reality, it’s a place lower than the superface, below the ground, where the dead are buried — either way, it represents the end, a miserable and hideous outcome, the path no sane person wants to tread, and you claimed you were already in it, in hell.

Was it all because of the Alp? Does your “ghoul” talk to you? Did you choose to invade her mind? Why was your poem between the pages of the description of your deepest secret?

Wednesday stood up and stormed out her room, your book in her hands as she headed to Jericho, to your house, to you.

Wednesday managed to capture the keys to Hank's motorcycle in minutes: as she made her way through the crowded halls of the school, attracting eyes again by the absence of the black uniform around her body, Thing invaded and fled from your brother's office silently.

Thing handed the key to his cousin and jumped on the back of the moto, but Wednesday pushed him away with a gesture. She started the engine and left Thing behind, driving quickly to the small house on the verge of Nevermore territory.

During the nights of the full moon, when your brother went into the woods to train with the werewolves, it was possible to hear the howls and grunts of the packs. Locked inside your glass cell, you would stay up all night with books around you until Hank returned.

This night, even though it was not a full moon, wasn’t different: as soon as you returned home, when the sun was already rising, you locked all the entrances and exits of your dwelling and then locked yourself in your bedroom. You weren't going to leave the place until Hank was there, no matter what: no matter what was going to happen at school the next day, or what Wednesday was going to think about you.

Now, all you could worry about was the images and whispers stuck in your head — "I love you, cara mia." the deep voice repeated itself, making you want to vomit. Then, you saw Enid, Eugene and Hank, chained to the ground, utterly motionless a few moments before the kiss.

You knew the reason behind the kiss: you could hear the Alp giggling when it happened, you knew how much it hurted Wednesday. Being kissed again by the boy who fooled her — the one who almost defeated her — who became involved with her by a mere revenge plan, you saw the scars in her unconscious almost as clearly as the Alp did.

You got inside her mind and saw everything — just like the Alp did. You could not stop it nor hold the memories back — the nightmares your own ghoul created used to come back in the mornings to haunt you, their images and sounds echoing within your mind as if the awful dream were your own.

The only way to put all them out — the feeling of Tyler’s lips, the sounds of the rattling chains, the Alp’s laughter — is to write. That’s why you grabbed your journal from your cell’s floor — it was your seventh notebook so far — and started to write the whole nightmare down: its taste, its sounds, its smell, its pain.

You were finishing the third page when a sequence of low thuds came from behind you.

“Hank, you got it all wrong.” Your voice startled her at first. Looking at your back, Wednesday watched you sitting in front of her, she was standing in the doorway while you sat on the floor, left arm and head so bent that your spine was curved like a shell. The papers were spread in a spiral pattern around you, following almost the same extraordinary and painful curve as your posture. You looked natural, sitting in the middle of the room, with a glass cage near you and shelves full of books and notebooks all over the walls. You didn't even have a bed, only a desk and a chair next to your cell. “Mama did not come back for us” You went on, and Wednesday had to focus on the movement of your jaw and neck to believe that this was your voice: your tone was so hoarse, so low, so sharp — it did not fit you. “And I know why. I figured the—” Your voice stopped the moment your eyes rose minimally, only enough to glimpse that the shoes near your face did not belong to Hank.

You stood up abruptly and your foot slipped on a paper, your body stooping and almost falling while your eyes were locked on Wednesday’s.

The pencil fell from your hand before the words you were writing — the words about her — were lost again among your thoughts.

“I've come to return your book.” She stepped forward. “And your poem.”

Half of you wanted to run away, and your other half wanted to step closer, but you stood still, froze.

“Were you in control all along?” You shook your head vehemently, soon grabbing your pencil and a paper from the ground.

I can only watch, you wrote, handing the note to Wednesday and moving away immediately. You paced fastly over your room, jumping over the spread papers and skillfully grabbing a notebook from a high shelf. You’re already back in front of her by the time she read your note and poem one more time.

“The Alp communicates with you.” She whispered as you replaced the papers on her hands with your notebook. “You can see the nightmares it creates.”

Like a hellish haunting.

You signed to Wednesday to open the notebook but her eyes remained on something above your left hand.

“Hank hasn’t healed you.” She stated, as if to force you to acknowledge the sling that was on your own shoulder. “Why?”

You swallowed dryly, not moving a finger nor eyebrow to reply to her.

"If you were not in control, if you can only observe, why didn't you deny it? Why didn't you defend yourself last night?" She stepped forward again, too close for you to look away from her now. “If you are not guilty, why have you not been healed?”

You took the notebook back and headed for your desk, her voice growing at your back “I could have killed you.” You used the table as a support to open the notebook and flip to the pages you wanted. “I nearly did.” Wednesday’s eyes glanced at your sling one last time before you held out the notebook for her.

She read your writing:

Her fingers under my skin

as she pulls off my clothes

her grip surrounding my nape,

as the cold steel brushes my wrists

"Make Mama Happy"

she whispers in my ear

"You're mine, my Hyde"

So I make stride: I go after her, for my life

lying and kissing for one more day untied

the warm skin squirming around my nails, my claws

the hot blood splits in my face and I brawl

I laugh and I cry

I scream and I thrive

Which one took over me this time?

“Is this—” Wednesday raised her eyes to you just in time to see you shaking your head and running off again. “Have you been in Tyler’s head as well?” She followed you around the room while you tried to reach another high shelf. They were not high for Hank, of course, but your entire spine snapped as you reached out to grab another notebook. You cursed beneath your breath before holding the book out to the Addams. This time, she flipped through the pages without your help.

“You write all the nightmares.” She stated, her eyes running over the words on your notebook. “You remember everything.” You nodded slowly. “That’s your living hell.”

And that’s yours. You delivered her another note, a separated paper with confusing sketches and letters.

But Wednesday stopped reading as soon as she understood what it was about. It was about her.

“You should—” You rushed after a piece of paper before she could finish. “I wrote something.” Her whisper was enough to stop your writing and make you look at her.

“I…” Wednesday walked over to you, the paper squeezed between her fingers now being held out for you. “Here.”

You froze again: your eyes noticed the hesitation on Wednesday's face and you turned away. You had already seen into her mind, and in return you showed her part of yours: you needed to show her that it wasn’t your choice.

It was never your intention to demand any kind of personal or private information from her — not when she was the only person in Nevermore who had tolerated your silence.

Still, she kept holding the paper until the doubt left her features and you gathered the strength to read it.

“The word is weightless on my lips, it holds no meaning or purpose, it's simply a useless prototype of feeling, which insists to ascend to my chest. Yet, it lingers in my head, its taste remains in my throat, makes twits in my guts. Neither madness nor death seems like this — it is their most acute opposite.

My path, however, is solitary, a doom for all who dare to seek closeness.

Death awaits at the end of my road.”

You smiled as soon as you finished reading her writing, and wrote your reply right below her text. Wednesday frowned as you handed the paper back to her: “God himself helps those who dares.”

Your laughter increased as a surprised expression came over her face — the curling of her lips and widening of her eyes was minimal, but you had grown accustomed to paying attention to the Addams' every feature.

She had walked over to the desk to write a reply when a sound came from outside the room.

You frowned as Wednesday lifted her head toward the doorway. You put your forefinger in front of your lips and gestured to her, then followed the sound's origin with her by your side.

It didn't take long for you to cross the hallway and reach the living room. Your eyes were drawn to the light streaming through the curtain, which was now swinging out of the broken window.

Under the shattered glass, a corpse was bleeding on the carpet: a dead dog, its belly open, spilling its guts all over the floor.

Your hands went up to your nose and you held your breath as Wednesday examined the animal.

You knew that smell.

It reminded you of home.

@cursedchar (this whole Hyde poem thing it's your fault) @i984 (thank you for the help!) @4pparecium @toournextadventure @tnnadia @colezb @elduster @efectoangel @sweetaimu @tundra1029 @rainbowsixreader

#wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday fanfic #original character #tyler galpin #the hyde #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x gn reader #german folklore

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romancedream · 5 months

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Wednesday had a point 😆

PS: did you guys know that Percy auditioned for the role of Tyler as well as Xavier?

What do you think this series would have been like if Percy played the "hyde"😅?

#wavier #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #wednesday and xavier #wenvier #jenna ortega #tim burton #nevermore academy #wednesday #tyler galpin #monster #i am in love with a monster #the hyde

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voltstone · 3 months

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WHERE'S WEDNESDAY? [1]

(wednesday memes - the hyde)

...there's something not quite right about these.

#volt's shit #wednesday memes #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #wednesday show #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #the hyde #enid sinclair #morticia addams #gomez addams #pugsley addams #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay #yes i put the hyde in every picture #yes this is what i do with my time #yes this was all done on canva #i have my ways

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shipping2survive · 1 year

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when I first watched wednesday I didn't think xavier was the monster but I did at one point think he was the hyde's master, which honestly given the fact that tyler turned out to be the hyde, is now a fic I definitely need to write.

#xavier thorpe #tyler galpin #tylorpe #tyler x xavier #the hyde #wednesday #wednesday show

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burtonbabygirlguster · 1 year

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HMMM. the parallels between Gomez, Morticia, and Garrets fight to Enid, Wednesday, and Tyler’s fight..

1) ‘He mistook kindness for interest’ sound like anyone you know, who may complains about.. signals perhaps? when the signals consisted of ‘tell me where this is’ and ‘drive me’

2) Both Garret and Tyler were (at least known as) Normies, who fell in love with an outcast and had a father who was like, “hhmmm… no :|”

3) both tyler and garrett were told or manipulated into killing those who’ve done no wrong because of an adults extreme murderous bigotry, which would include their ‘lover’ at some point (garrets dad and thornhill)

which, bonus parallel point because thorn hill was finishing her brother/fathers business, and with the daughter of the same people that prevented it from happening in the first place

4) both Gomez and Wednesday were fighting for their lives against what seemed an impossible foe, which, at the exact time, seemed to be ‘mad’ or wild’ (nightshade and the..general Hyde)

bonus parallel point because both were part of a much larger scheme than what it seemed at the time

5) enid and morticia came in near what would have been the others last breath and BEAT the opponents as; morticia finishing him off, Eden almost killing him

6) also point out that Enid couldn’t handle pictures of gore, and went out of her way to beat Tyler’s/Hyde’s ass, even when everyone else was going somewhere safe, and that Morticia went to help, and then was mortified that she killed someone (like how enid can’t do gore) but both did ANYWAY!!!

#and y’all say that there no chemistry and they’re completely platonic.#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #tyler galpin #the hyde #sheriff galpin #garrett gates #ansel gates #laurel gates #thornhill #gomez addams #morticia addams #pugsly addams

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thetombedspirit · 1 year

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Wednesday Headcanons and My Theories for Season 2

HEADCANONS

1. That wasn't Tyler!

It is my personal headcanon that antagonist!tyler is not Tyler but rather a whole other person. After all, the story of Jekyll and Hyde is that they were two people sharing a body: the respectable scientist and the homicidal serial killer. Kinda like Flayed!Billy from Stranger Things; the Hyde, his alter ego is dormant, but once Laurel gives commands, he's activated.

And like the f@#!ing grooming b!+ch she is, Laurel will name it Garret like a creep. I’M SORRY, BUT MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF IT AND NOW IT WON’T LET IT GO!

2. Not a Love Story

Honestly, I feel like a love story so soon into the show, especially a love triangle, was jumping the gun SO MUCH, especially for such a stoic character like Wednesday. It just made no sense to me realistically. Like, maybe after some more ‘evolving’ on Wednesday’s part in terms of friendship, then maybe she could consider ‘romance’ in season two, but as it stands now, it’s just a little weird for me personally.

And in terms of LGBTQA+? I’d headcanon Wednesday as a demiromantic asexual.

My Theories for Season 2

1.Tyler Redemption Arch

With Laurel gone (either dead or incarcerated), Tyler is supposedly left without a master. Or maybe Wednesday’s his new master with her victory over Laurel (kinda like Teen Wolf’s Matt and Gerard). This could leave Tyler to learn to control his Hyde side and maybe make amends with Wednesday and the other Outcasts. I wouldn’t jump back into romance with this story arch, but who knows?

2. Morning Song In Charge

I have a theory that with the dearly departed Principle Weems out of the picture, Morning Song, the mysterious siren cult Bianca’s mother’s involved in might take advantage of the vacuum to earn a couple more dollars, which could mean some sinister changes to the school. Like Umbridge levels of sinister. And Bianca will have to be forced to take a stand for her friends, her Nevermore family, when it goes too far.

3. Looking Through Sunglasses

So, the stalker has been theorised on multiple times and one of suspects with Yoko Tanaka, a vampire student who is not only a member of the Nightshade Society, giving her resources and opportunities, but is also one of the only cast members who doesn’t have much dialogue, or any, during the whole show’s runtime. The only instance we actually see her speak is in the application video.

Not only does her status as a member of the Nightshades give her time and resources, but she was also the one who Enid roomed with when she lost her patience with Wednesday. And with Enid being the go-to gossip hound, I’m sure Yoko soaked up all the information about Wednesday’s investigation and tendencies.

And don’t forget, Rowan Laslow, an excommunicated member of the Nightshades, was antagonistic towards Wednesday before his untimely demise. Maybe Yoko decided to jump on the Wednesday-Be-Gone band wagon after the whole Crackstone scenario, deciding that Wednesday was a force to chaotic to leave unchecked.

So a little friendly warning should go a long way. Right?

4. Goody will be the final antagonist

I don't believe Goody is really gone, not so soon into the game, anyway. Morticia told Wednesday that while Goody was a powerful witch, her vengeance and power consumed her ‘until she couldn’t save herself’. And whilst healing Wednesday, she smiled almost in relief, but not the sort of "yay, I saved you!" relief; more like a "this is working out better than I hoped" relief.

So I believe that as season 2 goes, Goody will slowly come to possess Wednesday's body, taking control and performing her magic once more: all in a nefarious plot to exact her vengeance on Jericho and Normies once and for all. And it'll be up to her Outcast friends to save her and help her fight back, despite Goody claiming that Wednesday was descend to be alone.

Right now, I’m playing it out almost like the boss battle in Scooby-Doo! and the Witch’s Ghost!, where Wednesday is fighting for control, whilst the others are fighting to keep hold of Goody’s Book of Shadows to try and find the spell that will save Wednesday.

Anyway, those are my personal headcanons and theories for now! Hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to find out more!

#wednesday tv 2022 #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #laurel gates #morning song cult #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka #rowan laslow #the hyde #joseph crackstone #goody addams #morticia addams #wednesday headcanons #wednesday theories

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