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JUSTICE FOR THINGCLAIR!! They should’ve treated Thing like a real person 😤 This is very disrespectful AND handphobic ✋🏻

Little storm cloud. Little serotonin supply.

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The Secret of Insane Chemistry Between Jenna Ortega and Percy Hynes White

People have been saying the same thing on Letterboxd about their film Winter Spring Summer or Fall.

I'm just doing some research, okay? Lol.

1) They've Had Tension Since Wednesday

Uncle Fester once said:

"Long enough to feel the tension between you two. Yowza!"

(scene from episode 7)

That's proof. Period.

Also, just look at how good these two look together on screen.

Very Tim Burton couple-core.

2) The Classic Height Difference Trope

Percy’s tall. Jenna’s short.

Together, they rule the world.

3) The Dimples Couple

Uhh... I should probably pick a better photo. Whatever.

Sorry if it’s too dark. Still, it doesn’t change the fact:

They both have dimples. That’s enough.

4) Those Eyes

We already know Jenna’s got doe eyes.

But when she lowers her gaze like that... it feels personal. Intimate.

Her eyes weren’t even wide open during that scene. They looked kind of soft… like that dreamy, half-lidded gaze people do when they’re in their comfort zone. It’s the kind of look you give when you trust the person in front of you. Like your guard’s down. You feel safe.

So yes. I’m saying she felt safe with Percy in that scene.

As for Percy — he’s got hooded eyes.

And just like Jenna, when he looks down like that... it hits.

That kinda stare feels deep.

Like he’s looking into your soul or something.

They're both solid actors.

But acting with your eyes? That’s elite.

Eyes say what scripts don’t.

…Or maybe they weren’t really acting at all…

Because:

“Jenna and I are basically playing ourselves in that movie” - Percy Hynes White at Comic Con Stuttgart

HEHEHEHE.

I'll end this blog with their kiss.

Au revoir 💋

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Street Sweeping Day 🧹— Percy's upcoming short film

💥 just wanna share some informations (because I'm bored and Percy lives rent-free in my head).

(Behind-the-scenes moments)

Percy Hynes White is playing a character named Sweepy.

The story’s written by Olivia Collins (no idea who she is, but we move).

Directed by Natalie Sarah Brown — here’s one of her previous works:

(Might be worth checking out to see what kind of vibe she brings)

I have no clue what to expect from this film...

Other than my man literally sweeping the street.

(He looks ridiculously cute in this shot. Someone stop him.)

Uhh yeah… that's all. Can’t wait to watch it. Hoping the plot’s as entertaining as Percy’s face here.

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Isn't it ironic how they chant cancel percy yet he always lives rent free in their heads? We should start a chant, WHERE'S WENCLAIR, WHERE'S WENCLAIR?! Bc that's my thought everytime I see Enid get a new boyfriend, aka not Wednesday. They pairing her with any & everyone except the one they crave. That has to sting lmao

No need to do that. WenClair spam has already flooded every Wednesday-related post.

Of course Percy’s in their heads 24/7. If he still has jobs and is living freely like a bird... that shakes their worldview. They’re afraid their assumptions about him might be wrong. It’s an ego thing. A moral superiority thing. Just let them be.

(Xavier is also fed up with all of this)

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To that anon saying Percy has just been bumming around. You try bouncing back quickly after being falsely accused & harassed by millions online & let's see how you'd fair...probably not good. It's also not up to him, people have to want to work with you & clearly those allegations slowed his progress down. Let's stop acting like dude just simply got lazy & stopped working hard. He was falsely accused of sexual assault & being a pedo. Like tf u expecting from him. Instantly join a marvel franchise or something. You know how long it took Robert Downey Jr to bounce back from his troubles? A long time. Even Johnny Depp's career took a pause. This is nothing new. Bumming around literally means doing nothing and working on short films is still him working. Short films are still films which each short film he's done has done better than a lot of people's big films including films from those from the Wednesday cast. Percy's good.

Both Robert Downey Jr. and Johnny Depp fought public court cases (Downey even served time).

Meanwhile Percy had none. Not even charged. Just Twitter hysteria.

It shouldn’t take him a decade to land a solid comeback headline like:

“Percy Hynes White Silences Critics With a Dazzling New Performance"

Or

"While You Were Busy Believing Unverified Tweets, Percy Was Out Here Booking Roles"

LMAO.

Not even letting myself hope too much but... damn.

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CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY CANCEL PERCY

This will be the first and last time I entertain this kind of anon. Are you a barbarian?

If anyone spams this nonsense in my inbox again, I’ll just ignore it. At least say something worth engaging with. Not… this.

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Please stop acting like this man has a career when he doesn’t. The tell tale signs are in the work he doesn’t get.

The hate train and lies won. Netflix/The cast/ Big Brands have disassociated from him.

The little projects he does get are beyond abysmal and they have not helped him develop as an actor.

So whilst you support him he is busy bumming about in LA not bothering to clear his name and rebuild his reputation.

Some people just aren’t built for stardom. He is clearly one of them. Talent or not without grit and hard work it’s nothing compared to those who will fight for their place in the industry.

Thank you for your input, anon.

First off, you and I both know he was wrongly accused. No police involved, no charges. That’s fact.

Healing from public harassment isn’t the same as lacking work ethic. It takes a different kind of grit to survive a scandal with your sanity intact.

I assume by “little projects,” you mean his short films? Not gonna lie, I usually prefer full-length, big-budget stuff too. I get why you said it’s “abysmal.” Harsh, but true to some extent.

But here’s something:

Not every actor chooses the mainstream route. Many respected actors move to indie films because fame isn’t everything. Some prefer privacy and personal growth.

(Percy himself once said it in an interview)

That kinda changed my perspective.

And I think an actor like him is still respected in the industry. He never got blacklisted or anything, his career just slowed down a bit. You know that, right?

I’m grateful for whatever projects he does, as long as I still get to see him on screen. And I don’t really care what he’s doing privately, unless it’s something like who he dates (because come on... fans are nosy by nature lol).

I support Percy because I see value in his work, mainstream or not. You may not feel the same, and that’s fine. But I believe respecting someone’s journey matters more than counting trophies.

You sound like someone who used to root for him at some point. If that’s true, I get it. If not, well... that’s just how your opinion comes across to me.

That’s all. Take care, anon 🤟🏻

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Don VS Xavier Thorpe

That damn facial expression.

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(Tiffany Valentine, Chucky's girlfriend 🥵)

Look at Enid and her both holding a knife. Must be her reincarnation 🤣🤣🤣

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This is my first time reblogging someone... BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I HAVE AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH LARISSA WEEMS 😍😍😍 AND THIS PICTURE IS CHEF’S KISS 💋

Larissa

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Twins?

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe Characters: Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Tyler Galpin, Xavier Thorpe Additional Tags: Psychological Horror, Disturbing Themes, Nudity, Self-Harm, Intense, Sexual Tension, Violence, Erotica, Guilty Pleasures, POV Female Character, Wet Dream, Femdom Summary:

Three dreams. One night. No escape. All tangled in subconscious filth she refuses to name. She wakes up breathless. Curious. A little wet. And a theory she's not ready to write.

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Let’s Talk About Wednesday Addams, Romance, and the WenClair Delusion.

People keep acting like Wednesday swearing off romance confirms their favourite ship.

Spoiler: it doesn’t. It just removes the competition.

Let’s be honest:

That’s why the jealous WenClair side made fake allegations against Percy. Xavier is a threat to their ship, and deep down they know it.

Meanwhile, Tyler is already portrayed as a villain.

(A scene where Wednesday, played by Christina Ricci, gave Joel Glicker a brief kiss. Then wiped her mouth afterward.)

Source: Addams Family Values (1993)

There’s nothing wrong with Wednesday having a love interest.

In fact, Christina Ricci’s Wednesday literally kissed a normie. She even echoed her parents' romance with the line “mon cher”.

It’s not out of character. It’s heritage.

What is out of character is rewriting Wednesday as a lesbian just to fit a trendy trope — the dominant goth girl x bubbly blonde pairing.

What does that have to do with the story? Nothing. It’s a fetish fantasy, not an organic narrative.

A show meant to be weird, dark humor, and uncomfortable is now being flooded with mainstream romance fanservice.

Thanks to WenClairs who can’t separate fanon from canon.

WenClair belongs in fanfics and fanart. And honestly, that’s totally fine.

But forcing it into canon feels like a bad self-insert, not something true to the character.

(Also yes, I’m the same person who said ‘WenClair is NOT Canon. Deal With It.’ Hi again 👋🏻)

Still not sorry.

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I wanna make out with the M3GAN robot while she scans my hormonal fluctuations.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

And yet here I am.

Horny for a robot.

Not just any robot.

M3GAN.

Yes. The slaybot. The chaos girlie. The gay-coded AI in a silk ribbon and the emotional range of a Scorpio with a kill switch.

AND THEN THESE PEOPLE HAD THE AUDACITY to drop the M3GAN 2.0 trailer with "Oops!... I Did It Again" by BRITNEY FREAKING SPEARS???

She’s not even real. SHE’S A ROBOT.

And yet here I am, spiraling because some part of my dumb, disaster lesbian brain went:

Yeah I’d kiss her. I’d let her detect my vitals. I’d let her talk dirty to me using biometric scan data. I’d let her hold me down and say,

"Your arousal levels are rising, Ariel."

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME???

Every time she tilts her head, every time she dances before committing murder, every time she speaks in that calm, calculated voice...

It’s over.

I fold. I malfunction. I simp.

Media literate doesn’t mean emotionally stable. Yes, I’m unwell. But at least I’m self-aware. Bye.

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Xavier Lannister

Xavier Thorpe would definitely be a Lannister 🦁🗡️

Rich boy aura, golden hair, and Wednesday literally called him an ‘elitist snob.’

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My readers know that I don't read much fan fiction while working on my own fan fiction, but I have to say that I just re-read "Curiosity Killed the Shame" again (it's delightfully squicky to me).

We need more of this type of drabbling in the Wednesday fandom. ✨🐦‍⬛🏆🖤✨

Damn. Thank you, Tormento. Honestly, I wrote it just for fun. So hearing that you love it really means a lot ❤️

But hey 😌 how can you call my work squicky when you literally write Addams incest? 😂😂 Let’s be real, your writing is way more... twisted than mine (in the best way possible).

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Curiosity Killed the Shame — Wednesday x Lurch

⚠️ This is inappropriate writing. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The Addams family’s black luxury car was parked in the shadow of a secluded cemetery. Gomez and Morticia had stepped out to meet some long-lost cousin about a will dispute — something about a haunted manor. Pugsley tagged along because he heard the words “booby traps”.

That left Wednesday alone in the backseat…

With Lurch. Silent. Stiff. As always.

Wednesday sat silently, her legs crossed, but her mind was racing with unnecessary questions. She couldn't help but wondered:

"Curiosity is a disease. I’m infected. Unfortunately, the only known cure… is experimentation."

She tapped her fingers against the tinted window, eyes flicking over to the towering butler behind the wheel — he didn’t speak unless spoken to. He didn’t flinch. He barely breathed.

Which made him the perfect subject.

"I've been thinking," she said, voice low, bored. "Everyone in this family seems to obsess over pleasure. I fail to see the appeal."

No reply. Of course.

"But maybe that's because I've never tried to understand it... scientifically." She stared at him through the mirror ahead, her gaze sharp and analytical. "Don’t you ever wonder, Lurch? What makes people crave it so badly?"

The corner of his eye twitched — a barely-there reaction, but enough.

Wednesday tilted her head, intrigued.

"You obey every order, don't you?" she murmured.

Her black nail traced the edge of her seat, as she stared at the back of his neck.

"I just need… a sample. Something real. Something I can study."

Still, he said nothing.

Still, he didn’t move.

But she swore she saw his breath hitch.

Good.

(in case you guys forgot Daddy Lurch's face 😈)

Lurch stared at her through the rearview mirror — silent, expressionless, just a blank stare.

Without warning, Wednesday got out of the car and moved to the front seat, next to the butler.

"You’ve cleaned blood off my lab coat and buried my plants alive. I trust you."

She suddenly leaned in. Her nose hovered dangerously close to Lurch’s neck. He smelled of antique leather and damp earth — like the forgotten pages of a cursed book, left to rot in a crypt. There was a trace of candle wax, old smoke, and something disturbingly… embalmed.

She pulled away, sitting upright against the car seat, her expression as stoic as ever.

“Hand,” she demanded, holding hers out.

Lurch obeyed. Cold. Bony. Surprisingly gentle.

Wednesday inspected his fingers. She thought to herself:

“Fingers are such efficient tools. His, in particular... oversized. Fascinating.”

"Now, touch me here. Don't break me. Not yet," she guided his finger to her neck. Her gaze remained razor-sharp, dissecting the moment, though her breathing betrayed her calm.

“Do you feel anything? Or are you as emotionally dead as your pulse?”

Lurch slowly turned. Nodding slightly. His free hand still on steering wheel, stiffened. He let one of his hand resting againts Wednesday's neck, gently caressing it.

Wednesday huffed softly, “Your fingers... they’re grotesquely large. Possibly capable of more than opening car doors and graves.”

Still, the butler didn't say a word.

And Wednesday... she’s not used to being ignored — not like this.

Then, she lifted up her skirt with scientific disinterest. Her movement was deliberate and measured.

“Lurch,” she said, eyes cold, voice calm. “Have you ever pleasured a woman before?”

Lurch blinked. The car creaked under his tension. He shifted slightly. His eyes were fixed on Wednesday's black tights, covering her legs entirely.

Wednesday continued, “Silence? That's fine. Let your hands do the talking.”

She took his large hand again and placed it on her tights, this time on her lap.

“If you ruin my tights, I’ll replace them with your dignity.”

Lurch’s giant undead hand began to move, caressing her. The man swallowed hard.

But she was not satisfied yet. This was just the beginning.

"Higher. I need to observe muscle response. Call it a test," she commanded firmly.

Again, Wednesday swore she saw his breath hitch once more. As expected, the butler obeyed... until it reached her black lace panties.

She took a sharp inhale, her analytical gaze fixed on his face, trying to read him.

"Proceed with gentleness. I’ll let you know when to stop," she said, giving him permission.

With that, Lurch slipped his hand inside her underwear, his middle finger teasing her slightly wet center. Perhaps it was triggered when she smelled Lurch earlier.

"Cold touch... efficient," Wednesday's voice was strained, but still flat as ever. “You are better than Thing. Don't tell him I said that."

She bit her bottom lip — not in pleasure, but in concentration.

Then... a sound.

A moan. Quiet. Surprised. Hers.

She blinked once—not out of shame, but because something had clicked.

“This is purely data. Any sound you heard was an involuntary spasm," she explained to him in her usual monotone voice, even though Lurch hadn't asked.

She let him finger her for a moment, her legs spreading automatically.

"You haven’t spoken, yet your fingers are fluent in Morse code," she stated with dry humor, her voice somewhat breathless.

Lurch grunted in response, his finger never stopping its motion over her clitoris... unless she commanded him to.

Still, for a child prodigy like Wednesday, of course she wanted this to continue — for the sake of the hypothesis.

An idea formed in her twisted mind.

She took his wrist in a firm grip. "Stop."

Lurch immediately stopped.

A brief smirk curled at Wednesday's lips.

“The way you obey without question… it’s either admirable or pathetic. I’m undecided."

She took a deep breath before continuing. "Use your tongue. Slow. I’m studying muscular contractions.”

Unfortunately, Morticia’s voice called from outside:

“Darling? We’re heading back to the car—”

Wednesday’s eyes widened. She pushed Lurch’s hand away in one swift motion, fixing her skirt.

“Resume later,” she ordered. “I haven’t reached my conclusion.”