what are you reading Wednesday?
Audiobook: Dune - Frank Herbert
ebook (Libby on my phone): Clockwork Boys - T Kingfisher
ebook (Libby on my kindle): The Cider House Rules - John Irving
paperback: Birding While Indian - Thomas C Gannon
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i too am having very not best friend thoughts
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You, Me, Us: Chapter 16
To Dance With Wolves: Chapter 31
Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 8
The Gothification of Enid Sinclair
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Yall know how Enid likes physical touch (hugging, shoulder touching, etc) while Wednesday has a way with words (the mark you have left me is indelible…).
I think it’s hella cute to see them trying each other’s thing like Wednesday would initiate hand holding which would result with a flustered Enid.
Or Enid tries flirting in Wednesday’s language like saying things like “you make me want to cut open your enemies so I can offer you their heart” then they end up doing Gomez and Morticia level PDA.
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wip wednesday
tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖
I wasn't gonna post any today bc progress slowed down with working mornings again and having to actually sleep at night 🙄😂, but i'm so excited about this fic and I'm loving it and I just wanna share it all lol
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“I’m fine.” Buck responds through gritted teeth. He’s okay, he’s fine, he can do this. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” he laughs, wiping his cheeks with one hand. He needs to get a grip. At least while he’s driving. “This is all so stupid, I’m fine, everything is fine.” he takes a deep breath.
“You don’t have to be fine. Not with me.” Eddie says, and he sounds almost desperate. Desperate for Buck to listen, to hear him. He sounds so earnest and gentle, and Buck can imagine those piercing eyes that always feel like Eddie’s looking into his soul, and he can’t handle this. He can’t handle being so cared for, he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Eddie. All he does is make him worry. All he does is make everyone worry. (...) Eddie once said Buck's the guy who wants to fix everything, and it’s true. He wants to fix everything for everyone he loves. He’s the only thing that’s unfixable, though. And he hates that people even try, only to get burned in the process.
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i was trying to decide between reading a book i got from the library and ao3….girl there is wincest in this published graphic novel so i got a 2 for 1 deal
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after what Aabria said about the Dictator having flat teeth in the front and back, and the preview shot of a stoat in a gas mask, I’m starting to get SERIOUS Animal Farm vibes. The animals in charge becoming human-like (in animal farm, the pigs living in the house and walking on hind legs; in burrows end, the first stoats having molars, wearing gas masks) as they take on the role of the thing they sought to destroy. And given the Soviet era influences I don’t think it would be that much of a leap.
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i wonder what he's listening to
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wednesday addams with the specific brand of brain that is "i have Tasks but also i have Skin and therefore i can do Nothing" x enid sinclair with the "look at me i do Everything all at Once except my Tasks"
and they both end up in homework detention
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Hey Aerie! I'm sorry you had a bad week, hopefully this one will be better!! Could I have some Vampdrew? I love how different (close!) his relationships with his humans are! And Neil just smelling too delicious 👀! Thank you for sharing your work ily <3
WIP Wednesday (4/24) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 117)
Andrew pulls away immediately, feeling a thousand times better. He uses Nicky’s eyes as a mirror and sees he’s only got a bit of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth this time. He thumbs it away before saying, “I owe you.”
“If you pick up the popcorn explosion, we’ll be even,” Nicky mutters before slipping into his post-drink coma. Andrew rolls his eyes at the request but agrees to the terms. He’s picked up twenty-three pieces before Aaron unwisely opens his mouth.
“I’m starting to think we need to lock you in a bathroom for a while.”
Andrew freezes for a second at that. And Nicky valiantly tries to sit up, the venom making it a bit difficult for him to get his voice working. “Don’t—”
“If you find a bathroom that can hold me, you can try.” Andrew challenges, looking Aaron in the eye. To prove his point, he zips around the room and picks up every piece of popcorn he sees— which is all of them, one hundred and nineteen to be exact. Then he pushes the bowl into Aaron’s hands.
His twin looks up at him, bewildered for a moment at his speed. “I’ll get to work on that.”
“Good luck.” Andrew wipes his hands on his jeans to remove the greasy feeling. “I have to go back to the court now. If you hear sirens… It’s probably me.”
“We’ll bust out the good pitchforks for you,” Aaron jokes. Then he takes a piece of popcorn from the bowl and Andrew doesn’t stop him from putting it in his mouth.
“Hey… That was… on the floor,” Nicky slurs, making Aaron grimace.
“Oh. Ew.” His face twists and Andrew cackles as he leaves, finally in a decent mood.
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See More Seymour’s Week Day 1 | Side Character Day | @seemoreseymoursbay
The Acne Covered Kittens are absolutely my favorites! I love these boys who have never appeared more than twice in a season 😭😭 Though I think they would probably all listen to skater boy music, these are genres I headcanon as more specific to “them”
Logan - punk, but what I call “whiny boy punk”
Scotty - rock, a little classic a little alternative
Jacob - lofi and drift phonk
Caleb - girly pop
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even Atlas has only two hands
vent art
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wip wednesday 💕
i'd like to take a brief interlude from my depressive spiral to present a small excerpt from the slutty elriel fic i'm working on, still hoping to get this out this week but taylor swift put a pin in my plans and i've been wallowing in bed for like 96 straight hours.
no warnings here bc im saving the actual slutty content for the full published piece.
hope everyone's having a good week 💖
Elain blindly wandered down the dark hallways.The echo of her heels on the stone floor was menacing, causing the already frantic beat of her heart to rise to an almost worrisome crescendo. It didn’t help that she could barely see and was relying solely on the occasional flickering fae light and the cool, insistent shadow pressed to the small of her back to guide her towards her mystery destination.
It felt like she’d been walking for hours, turning this way and that in the labyrinth that made up the various chambers of this unfamiliar place but finally, the pressure of the shadow on her back eased as she approached an arched door right at the end of the seemingly never ending hallway. She paused in front of it, unsure what to do until the shadow slid up her arm and along her neck, wrapping itself around her ear.
Go.
Elain swallowed, her gloved hand reaching out for the doorknob.
Subconsciously, she knew where that shadow had been guiding her. Knew that the neat, dark interior of this room was the perfect match for what she’d always imagined in those salacious dreams of hers.
She’d been ready to see him. Aching to see him. But to open the door and get her first glimpse of him… she hadn’t quite been ready for that.
Azriel was reclined in a leather chair behind his desk. The jacket he'd been wearing earlier had been discarded and left to drape on cabinet at the far end of the room. The first few buttons of his crisp white shirt was undone, providing a glimpse of the tantalising tattoos hidden underneath. He had one long leg folded over the over, one ankle resting on his knee. And on that knee, cradled by his large, scarred hand, sat a short glass of amber liquid that perfectly matched his honeyed eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
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And I'll make you a promise. I will never forget you.
Spirit World #6 by Alyssa Wong and Haining
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Tomorrow is another Willow Wednesday which means I get to see THEM again:
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