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khruschevshoe · 9 months
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It's kinda weird to me that there are some people that insist that their interpretation of a character MUST BE CANON and that all other interpretations ARE JUST FANON AND COMPLETELY WRONG. Like, I love interpretation and analysis and I consider most interpretations based on textual evidence completely valid interpretations of canon, but you cannot tell me that any one interpretation is the Holy Grail of Canon, and it's really strange to me that people will go on and on about how they view [insert character here] is completely Canon, no matter what, and that everyone else is just deluding themselves to the point where they name their blog "canon[InsertNameHere]" and spend their time making fun of other people's interpretations and insist that the writers of the show were wrong to take a character in a certain direction and that character development isn't a thing like...the whole point of fandom is that everyone is engaging with a certain degree of fanon/canon mix in their interpretations. No one is special. I'm not special. You’re not special. Like, did you forget the point of fandom is that we're all just forming our own takes/fanon/interpretations in conversation with the original canon, not supplanting it in any way?
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streamat4am · 1 year
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Hey there Stream, it's me.... ya girl. (Buzzfeed unsolved ref)
I'm coming with the idea (yours actually lmao but it's neat) of hickeys. A t&t wenclair, before a potential sexual debacle, where after a kinda hard day for Enid, she sees interested people being around Wednesday and clearly those people don't know what they're doing. So Enid tries to make the idea that Wednesday is taken clear, by leaving hickeys.
(I really like the sentence how she wants her love to be a den and not a cage that you said in the sex prompt for this au. You think you could put it in her demeanor ? Totally cool if you don't)
Hello lost! It isn't hickies but it's pretty close right?
Tags: surprisingly soft shit for such a violent au. Not alot of spice like I originally thought. Enid seeking reassurance and Wednesday being the more emotionally in tuned one (surprisingly)
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"you wouldn't leave, right?" Enid asks from her side of the room.
Wednesday pauses in her writing because with relationships come the realization that somethings are simply more important than Viper at times.
At times being a keyword because usually she wouldn't need to give a glance but Enid sounded.. Off and that was a sign that something was wrong if what her books said was right.
Enid is special, it's only right that Wednesday gives her attention whenever she wishes for it.
Wednesday turns her head to to meet the blank stare of her paramour. She looked unbothered, as if asking about the weather but Wednesday can see the tiny bit of a fang peaking out from those lips. Enid was stressed about something, enough to want to wrap her Jaws around it.
It's not the first time but it has been happening alot recently.
What brought this on?
Wednesday didn't need to think twice to know her eyes turned a lil bit more expressive as something akin to worry is flickers onto her face.
"id need to leave this room eventually," she says.
Those lips of enid's upturn at her answer and it has Wednesday's heart beating in turn.
Gorgeous.
"you know what I mean, Wednesday," Enid repeats, rolling her eyes as she sits up on the edge of her bed. The fang was still there and her nails flexed as they tapped against the muted colored covers. Then, the wolf tilts her head to bare a smile that makes Wednesday's hairs rise. It's a feeling akin to an electric shock, it's lovely.
"Then again," she muses, pushing herself off to stand up. "you wouldn't dare do that would you?"
Leave? I could never, runs through Wednesday's mind. For where else could I go but into your arms?
"I dare to do many things," is what leaves Wednesday's lips and she fully turns in her seat to face her lover. It's a tease, a taunt and Enid responds in kind with a laugh.
She strides closer, slipping a hand to cradle the back of Wednesday's chair as she loomed over. It's dangerous for Enid to be in her space, simply because wednesday can count every lash in those eyes and thinks of all the ways those lips would feel against hers.
Wednesday already knows it would be soft yet those teeth wouldn't be afraid to nip and bite, just the way she likes it.
"you're cute, 'day," Enid says and Wednesday's couldn't stop the way her face turns affronted at that. Because pardon her slang because cute? Is simply not a word one uses to describe her.
"I think you're mistaken," Wednesday dryly replies, shifting in her seat to cross her arms. "and simply incorrect too."
Enid tilts her head, eyeing her with a lazy smile on her face. Gone was the fang and something akin to a spark of pleased burns in Wednesday's gut.
"I think I'm right," Enid smartly rebukes as she leant on the chair and with it comes the smell of burnt vanilla.
Wednesday was going to say something before a hand ghosts over the back of her neck and the girl became rather aware of how close the two were. So close that they could nearly share the same breath if she brought Enid in by the collar.
Close enough to kiss, if she willed it so.
"I think you're wrong," Wednesday mumbles as heat warms at her neck, already leaning onto the hand near it.
Enid smiles and its one that takes her breath away.
Oh wait no, this one felt a little too literal and Wednesday swallowed, feeling the way her throat bobbed against the wolf's thumb. A slow unsheathing of a claw reaches ears and Wednesday doesn't need a mirror to know the blood has reached her face when that lovely weapon of enid's presses onto her skin.
"I think I'm right," Enid repeats and she tilts her head, her lips pulling back into a smile as she eyes the lady sitting. "don't you think so Wednesday?"
Wednesday breathes through her nose, trying to think this carefully. Before taking that rationality and tossing it out the window by arching her brow.
"i think you'd need to convince me," Wednesday says and her breath hitches when that grip tightens, that lovely claw teasingly scratching against her skin.
The look on Enid's face darkens and Wednesday shivers when her hand lightens to brush a finger on her cheek instead.
"I can do that."
The next day, Wednesday earned odd stares as she loosened her tie. Around her neck littered bruises but not the usual kind like most expect. It wasn't lil hickies that come with someone suckling, instead it was long, like someone wrapped their fingers around that throat and squeezed.
It looked like Wednesday had gotten choked out.
They wouldn't be wrong.
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mulderscully · 2 years
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moffat did something with twelveclara. like. i'm sorry but he did.
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i honestly dont watch movies often and dps is honestly great but rewatching it im like yh this is why movies are so sucks like it has to move so fast the trajectory between finding out what the dps is and all of them being gung ho from the get go and attempting it is just not realistic? like a book wld hve given soooooooo much life to that passage of events yk?
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allthebestcowgirls · 2 years
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red onions >>>> garlic
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tododeku-or-bust · 7 months
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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
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whiteshipnightjar · 8 months
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Zoozve, my beloved
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apollos-boyfriend · 6 days
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i’m gonna cry it’s raining right now and i just passed by a family where both parents were without an umbrella but their kid who couldn’t have been older than like 3-4 was proudly holding this GIANT umbrella whose diameter was as tall (if not taller) as the kid. both the parents were getting absolutely drenched but u could tell the kid was just so happy to have an “adult” task and carry the umbrella themselves and i think that sacrifice is what love is all about
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pangur-and-grim · 5 months
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he saw his reflection for the first time
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rhinco · 4 months
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"scythes are impractical as a weapon" ok but does anything else have the Cunt. i think not
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clickityweasel · 2 months
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had a real life "and everybody clapped" moment and im still reeling. spent the rest of the ride comparing butterfly pics with the old lady next to me trying to identify it
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bonesandthebees · 6 months
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one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
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modmad · 22 days
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hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?
oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!
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daily-crabbys · 6 months
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This Friday's meme is: the perfect being
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mroddmod · 10 days
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the queen of the disco or whatever
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unsung-idiot · 10 days
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don't show him modern technology; it won't end well
bonus under the cut:
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