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Jude “ I fear how much I love him” Duarte and Cardan “I love how much I fear her” Greenbriar

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Started out as fueledbyspite and now find myself fueled by the love, joy and comfort this comunity gives me

#wednesday #wednesday 2022 #xavier thorpe #wednesday x xavier #addams family #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #comfort show #to be loved is to be changed #you either die fueledpurelybyspite or live long enough to see yourself become fueledpurelybylove lol

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Babe wake up new wavier miniseries just dropped

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Would anyone be interested in reading a Wednesday x acotar (Sarah j. Maas) crossover AU?

Like, imagine Xavier as prince of the Night Court. With Archeon eyes and his mother's love for painting and art, but also his father's dark and terrible power to bring them to life and turn them into nightmares.

And Wednesday, little witchling from a powerful yet dangerous family, gifted with the rare and horrible power of the Sight. A girl so bright ad so cruel her reputation procedes ger, with ravens flying over her head like they're there to whisper her secrets.

Idk i think it would be a pretty fun concept, but im not sure if anyone would actually be interested in reading it

#wednesday #wednesday 2022 #xavier thorpe #wednesday x xavier #addams family #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #acotar #acosf fanfiction #acotar au

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Fuck im queer and i find (some of) them weird

Jenna Ortega’s fame: a blessing or a curse?

Jenna Ortega, the bright young star of Hollywood, already has a cult of her own - crazy fandom that can make Selena Gomes and Taylor Swift jealous. And tarnish all her great achievements. How did that happen?

About a year ago Netflix released “Wednesday”, which immediately has become one of the most popular series of the platform and a real cultural phenomenon. Wednesday's dance went viral, prompting the teens all over the world to cosplay the goth girl and of course, Ortega, who played the main role in the beloved series, turned from a promising actress into a superstar.

But could we say that fame is a blessing for her? Along with unprecedented popularity, Ortega has acquired numerous aggressive, obsessive fans, most of whom are teenagers living more online than in real life. The behavior of these fans have already turned into a serious problem. Every new project involving Jenna Ortega is dragged into a scandal by the efforts of her own fans that throw absolutely every accusation in the book at her co-stars.

It all started in January, when Percy Hynes White, who played a part in love triangle with her in “Wednesday”, was accused in anonymous tweets of sexual assault, racism etc. The actor denied all the accusations and no legal proceedings followed. Ortega's fans meanwhile organized the massive campaign against White, justifying it with concerns about their idol’s life, both work related and personal. Ortega and White have repeatedly stated that they became best friends during the filming and although the status of their relationship is now unclear, many fans of Ortega continue to campaign against the actor, inciting to harass him on social media. White’s participation in s2 of “Wednesday” is still uncertain.

Martin Freeman was the next to come under fire from Ortega's fans. Freeman is her co-star in the upcoming "Miller's girl" film, where his character, a teacher, has an illicit relationship with his own student, played by Ortega. The first trailer was released recently and immediately caused to resurface the accusation of racism, child abuse etc Freeman has. In less than a day the viral tweet gained more than 13 million views and Ortega's fans actively participate in spreading accusations and inciting the harassment of the actor. And the movie hasn't been released yet! There is every reason to believe that with the release, the hate snowball will turn into an avalanche and Freeman will become the next victim of the cancel culture.

The most ambiguous situation happened around another co-star of Ortega, Toby Wallace, who played her love interest in the recently released Paramount film "Finestkind''. Although Wallace wasn’t involved in anything controversial, did not actively promote the film together with Ortega and even skipped the red carpet premiere of the film, he was bombarded with hateful comments on his Instagram by Ortega's fans, who wished him dead (smt in portuguese), among other things.

Perhaps the situation began to bother Ortega's PR team, because several big fan pages simultaneously called for an end of harassment of this actor, thereby only fueling the interest of others in the issue.

Thus, almost everyone who plays a love interest of Jenna Ortega in the movies finds themselves under attack from the actress' numerous and very active fans. Their actions create quite an unhealthy atmosphere of scandal around the young star, negatively affecting her reputation in the industry, because everyone of her colleagues risks getting bullied and canceled.

Miss Ortega didn’t comment on any of this and fans may see it as full approval, continuing to harass her co-stars on the Internet. Who is next? The release of a new film featuring Ortega and the Weeknd is to be announced soon, and the prospects for the Weeknd, already suffering harsh criticism for his Idol series involvement, are not very sunny.

In the upcoming film Ortega plays a stalker obsessed with the Weeknd’s character, a very controversial role in itself. Let’s just wait and see if he would be the new target for the Ortega’s stan cult.

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Im not justifying coriolanus snow im just saying that as a kid heavily relying on scolarships to pay rent i kinda get it

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus x sejanus #obviouslyironic #please dont take this seriously #murder is wrong #classism bad #i get it

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Reading wuthering heights as a non native english speaker is crazy because what the fuck is joseph even saying

#wuthering heights #emily bronte #catherine earnshaw #catherine linton #heathcliff #bronte sisters #gothic literature

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Are any of my mutuals actual native english speakers or are we all just tryina fool each other?

#i cant sleep #im sorry #riddle me this

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Ajax: I'm a little anxious about this whole kite thing

Enid: Why, sweetie? We're gonna have fun!

Ajax: What if I let go of the string

and lose it? I'm not good with separation

Enid: Oh, come on. You're not gonna lose it. A kite is like a really cute guy. You give him some slack, let him fly free. Then, at the end of the day, you yank his string and reel him back in.

Wednesday: And you hang him on a hook till you're ready to use him again.

Xavier: ...that's so hot

Ajax: Xavier no

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Xavier yelling at Wednesday that all she does is make things worse and then joining a fight only to indirectly get her shot 30 seconds later will never not be funny to me

#wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x xavier #xavier thorpe #addams family #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #idiots in love #idiots in denial

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Is...Wensday just a twilight fanfic on steroids?

Okay, i know this sounds super weird, but i've recently rewatched the first twilight movie and it's just straight up the plot of Wednesday???

Hear me out: sixteen year old weird and kinda antisocial girl moves to a new town where strange murders are happening and the police thinks a bear/wild animal is behind them even know they're actally caused by a supernatural creature.

They even find out THE SAME WAY, in both movies its a foot print that proves that the creature cannot be an animal

She is immediately approached by a student that is essentially the eyes and ears of the school, Enid with the gossip blog and the boy in twilight (sorry I don't remember his name lol) who works on the school paper

Soon she has a werewolf bestie with amazing hair??? Hello???? Ringing any bells yet?

Equally weird brooding boy who's considered the school hearthrob falls for her for no apparent reason

She's bitter over being left behind by her mother, who she has a very strange and kinda cold relationship with even tho she genuenly wants the best for her

I'm sorry, am I reading too much into this? I'm sure there are other similarities that i've noticed that i just cant remember now, but i just cant stomach seeing twilight again

#wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x xavier #xavier thorpe #addams family #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #twilight #twilight fanfiction #conspriacy theories #bella swan #edward cullen

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Big wavier energy

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Please dear god let the news that Xavier's character will be written off the show be fake, for i am not ready at all to give up on this ship and it was painfully obvious that they were end game coded. Amen

#wednesday #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x xavier #xavier thorpe #addams family #ajax petropolus #enid sinclair #wavier #wenthorpe #wenvier #percy hynes white

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I want to take a moment to appreciate all the lovely hyperfixating weirdos that don't leave comments or kudos because they're too shy to make an account or interact with the fandom for whatever reason. I was one of you for YEARS!

Take a chance if you want to. I know it might feel like your interests and ideas aren’t valid enough but i assure you, they are!! People are usually much kinder than we give them credit for, and if they aren’t, well, you're not under any obligation to keep responding to them.

Still, i see you and love you. Have a good night and stay safe<3

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Honey wake up new wavier fanfic just dropped

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A Useless gift

Summary:

‘We have a useless gift, you and I’

His body stops before his brain really even registers her words, halting mid-step with a hand raised towards the heavy handles.

He turns, slowly. ‘What?’

He watches her mouth open, then close. Trembling lips sealed tight against her pain, the vulnerability of it.

He tries to make it easier for her, he always does. Crossing the aisle in a few large strides and sitting on the step below her like a devotee.

Xavier doesn’t dare to speak; he doesn’t dare to breathe. Her words come slow and careful, like she’s afraid they’re going to shatter in her mouth, sink in her cheeks, cut out her tongue. ‘All those visions, all that research, all that pain to try to control this…this…’ She struggles to say gift, she wants to say curse, she ends up saying nothing at all.

He watches her swallow, hard. Wednesday hesitates only a few moments, composing herself. Then ‘What was it all for, if those who we care for, who care for us still end up six feet under?’

Or:

The beginning of the new semester begins with the late headmistress funeral. Overcome with grief, Wednesday struggles to accept her powers and the weight of her actions

Enjoy!!

Weems's funeral is a small affair.

Nevermore’s by no means a big school. Between those who never quite discover their capabilities, those who decide to ignore them in favor of living among the normies, and the unfortunate ones who get hunted down and killed, it’s not many that actually manage to arrive at the small safe haven for outcasts.

Still, Xavier thinks they make up a pretty decent crowd. All of them standing like soldiers in their purple uniforms. Some keep their faces downturned in grief, others simply in discomfort against the midday sun, glaring vindictive and stubborn in spite of the impending Fall.

Summer decays in the air, it leaves a corpse made of heat and beaded sweat, of the uncomfortable pull of the tie against his neck.

Still, they all endure.

All except for one.

Wednesday’s wearing her favorite mourning dress, the delicate fabric fit for the warm weather, all soft skirts blowing in the gentle September breeze and lace neckline brushing against moonlight-pale collarbones. Her hair is styled away from her face in two Dutch braids so tight they must hurt, purple lace ribbons braided in each of them, the exact color of a three-day-old bruise.

She’s standing right above the tombstone, looking through the freshly dug earth as if she could will the casket back to the surface, their headmistress back to life. With her back straight and impeccable posture, she’s more elegant and refined than any of them could hope to be in this situation. Her own way of paying respect, he supposes.

It’s the first time he’s seen her since they parted ways last semester, and it feels inappropriate and cruel to find her beautiful even now, void-eyed and godless, clutching her parasol with fingers picked raw.

Loss and grief loom over them like vultures, the dead wait for them under their own feet. The choir of the cicadas, the few who dare to keep singing after the death of summer, fades into the background as the priest’s sermon comes to an end.

Xavier doesn’t think he imagines his eyes narrowing and his tone growing colder as he recites:’ But if there is harm, then you shall pay life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn’

*

It’s always cold inside the chapel.

A relief, a welcome change from the dying summer that’s waiting for him outside these walls.

Xavier wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, sleeves pushed messily past his elbows as he looks around the pews.

He finds Wednesday perched on the last step before the altar, dainty ankles crossed next to her now-closed parasol and bleeding fingers in her lap, looking like a lamb ready for slaughter and the executioner all at the same time.

His mouth opens without his permission, spitting whatever nonsense he can think of to try and lighten up the mood.

‘A bit nostalgic, isn’t it?’

An unsure smile spreads across his face as he approaches. If she hears him, she doesn’t bother with an answer.

He clears his throat, then tries again. ‘You haven’t answered any of my texts during the break'

Her empty gaze remains fixed on the painted droplets of blood carved at the bottom of the crucifix. The evening light shining through the stained-glass windows encloses her in a fiery hue, and if he didn’t know her face like the back of his own hand, if he hadn’t spent countless hours trying to replicate it on canvas, he thinks he would have mistaken her for a statue of a martyr, another crying Madonna in a god-forsaken small-town church.

And just like a statue, she remains silent.

Xavier looks around, finding himself at a loss. He feels helpless and defeated. Not knowing what to do, he turns back towards the wooden doors with a frustrated sigh.

‘We have a useless gift, you and I’

His body stops before his brain really even registers her words, halting mid-step with a hand raised towards the heavy handles.

He turns, slowly. ‘What?’

He watches her mouth open, then close. Trembling lips sealed tight against her pain, the vulnerability of it.

He tries to make it easier for her, he always does. Crossing the aisle in a few large strides and sitting on the step below her like a devotee.

Xavier doesn’t dare to speak; he doesn’t dare to breathe. Her words come slow and careful, like she’s afraid they’re going to shatter in her mouth, sink in her cheeks, cut out her tongue. ‘All those visions, all that research, all that pain to try to control this…this…’ She struggles to say gift, she wants to say curse, she ends up saying nothing at all.

He watches her swallow, hard. Wednesday hesitates only a few moments, composing herself. Then ‘What was it all for, if those who we care for, who care for us still end up six feet under?’

The confession of her doubt hurts too much, she plants her nails at the tip of her fingers, where the nailbed meets skin that’s soft and fragile, and drags.

Xavier, in a move he wouldn’t have the courage to make under any other circumstances, dares to take one of her hands between his own, grateful for having pulled up his sleeves as crimson droplets start falling over his palms, his wrists, and takes a moment to just look at her. Really look at her.

The memory of the little girl he met as a child overlaps with the girl who’s been torturing him for months now. Same wide, vacant eyes and blank expression, cracked by the burning loss they’ve all been subjected to. The butterflies in his stomach, all the pain and anger from last semester, his own fingers around the pencils, it’s all hers now. He’s not yet a man and already he’s possessed, inhabited by a girl who’s more nightmare than flesh.

She feels like the dark corners in his childhood rooms, like the dried flowers his mother liked to place in her books, the thrill of disobedience, the trembling breath after taken after weeping. A horrifying kind of relief.

He contemplates for a wild, monstrous moment what it would be like to lose her. To have to watch her lying in a coffin rimmed with black lace, to curl around her lifeless form like he’d done with his godmother, to burn with her one last time. The prettiest girl in the morgue.

Xavier shakes his head, willing that image out of his mind as he tightens his grip around her fingers.

‘It’s not useless’ her gaze bores into him with frightening intensity, he prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that she doesn’t notice the red rim around his eyes ‘Not the visions, not the pain, none of it’ His voice is booming and too loud in the ever-quiet church, he can’t help it, he needs her to understand. ‘It wasn’t useless when I saved you from Rowan, it wasn’t useless when you saved Eugene-‘

‘The Hyde almost killed him’ it’s the most emotion he’s ever heard from her, raw and loud and so very devoid of her usual control.

‘But it didn’t. And he would have bled out if it weren’t for you. For your visions’

Xavier hasn’t even realized he’s holding her hand against his heart until he feels her knuckles brush against his chest, heavy pants leaving him feeling hollower than ever.

‘Sometimes things happen that are out of our control, but your visions aren’t useless, nor are you’ Xavier knows he’s going to regret this. ‘I don’t think I’d like the world as much, without you in it’

He’s counting the seconds as they pass inside his head, sure that any moment now Wednesday is gonna go back to being…well, Wednesday. Rip her hand from his and slap him with it, smearing her blood all over his cheek, maybe push him down the steps and watch his skull crack open, drag him up the altar and sacrifice him as an offering.

But Wednesday leaves her hand right where it is, lets her bloodied fingers smear the fabric over his heart as her inquisitive eyes keep looking into his, for what he might never know.

Finally, a huff leaves her lips, and with it all the tension in her spine. ‘You probably would have found an idiotic way to annihilate yourself by now if it weren’t for my assistance’

His laugh is a traitorous thing, it takes him by surprise so much he can’t help the ugly snort that precedes it.

But his joy is short-lived. A shadow takes over her face once more, different this time. There’s no anguish, just a sort of quiet resignation.

‘Maybe this was the price all along.’ Says Wednesday with a glance behind them at the large pipes of the organ. ‘I saved you from the flames so many years ago, and in turn, they caught up with us. Fire will rain, burn for burn’

Xavier doesn’t wanna believe it, and he’s not sure what compels him to ask questions he’s not sure he wants the answer to.

‘Was it a fair trade?’

And it’s so selfish, to compare his life to the tragedy that was last year. The hikers, the policemen, The mayor- a boy left fatherless, Rowan, Mrs Weems. So much death and heartbreak compared to a boy who wouldn’t have been missed by anyone at all.

Wednesday takes a breath, doesn’t answer. She died too, last year. Even if she was healed, even if Goodie brought her back, it doesn’t erase the memory of bleeding out in a crypt, chained and forgotten.

She shakes her head softly at him, long braids swaying softly at her sides. Instead of answering, she echoes his words. ‘I don’t think I’d like the world as much without you in it, either’

And before he has a chance to process any of it, she stands up in a fluid, graceful motion, with enough strength behind it to drag him up with her.

Wednesday lets go of his hand and descends the steps quickly, leaving him vaguely disoriented and the tiniest bit disappointed their moment ended so abruptly.

Then, when she’s already halfway across the aisle, she turns back to him. Her brow arched high and a playful glint in her eyes, mouth twisted in the meanest smile he’s ever seen.

‘Xavier, want to play hide and seek?’

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