#a girl and herself in the window

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

[essektheylyss]

Rereading Game of Thrones for the first time since high school is wild, because most of what I remember from my friend group all reading them was which characters the boys made fun of, namely Sansa and Bran and Catelyn, and the girls defending them, and now I'm like, I knew we were correct even if we were partially being spitefully contrarian for the sake of it but it is really apparent in retrospect how correct we were.

[the-lark-ascending69]

We talk a lot about comphet Nancy but what about comphet Robin. 15yo comphet Robin who somehow ends up dating Steve and suffering through every second of it because she's not ready to admit she's in love with Nancy Wheeler.

[krikeymate]

While Wednesday’s getting a knife in the gut, far away Morticia is struck with a phantom knife to her heart. She knows, she knows, something awful has happened to her daughter. She needs her, a mother always knows.

The car hasn’t even ceased moving before she is throwing herself from the vehicle. She storms through the gates. Morticia is met with flashing lights, crowds of unnerved teenagers, police and worse. She ignores them all.

She slams open the door to the dorm.

The room is dark, illumintated only by the Red Moon that shines through the extravagant window. A long shadow centers the room, at the mouth sit two huddled figures. They stink of dirt and death and blood. These mean nothing to an Addams, but it is the fear that permeates the air which shakes her to her core.

Wednesday and Enid are sitting as one, hands clenched together. Enid’s head rests upon Wednesday’s shoulder, and Wednesday’s head on hers. Enid’s free arm is wrapped around her daughters shoulder, and Wednesday’s is a fist clutching the amulet around her neck.

The unexpected intrusion mutilates their peace and in a blink, Morticia’s view of her daughter is obstructed by a growling blonde, the ripple of transformation sitting uneasily below the surface of her skin, ready and waiting.

“Mother.”

The tone is familiar, indifferent with a hint of loathing. But as the blonde recognises the woman in front of them and retreats back to her daughters side, Morticia can’t help but wonder, who is this stranger sitting before her in her daughters skin.

Eyes wide, body trembling, clutching to another, full of emotion and life and fear. Perhaps her daughter had died after all.

[mer-se]

I could cry

[broodygaming]

rewatching she-ra again while I draw and and and omfg

In S5 when Wrong Hordak (never not funny) asks Entrapta about her "facial tic" and she IMMEDIATELY just explains to him what it is - a wink - what it's called and how it's used and THEN gives him encouragement to try it out so he understands it better and feels more confident??

My. Fucking. Heart. neurodivergent ppl looking out for neurodivergent ppl and showcasing EXACTLY how to just not be a dick to people who don't get social cues. It's not our fault. It's not personal. It's not us trying to be difficult. We just don't get it. Explain it, give an example, a safe place to practice it and boom, logged and loaded.

[faeriegirl]

oc asks for the trio - who's the most likely to get caught someplace they shouldn't be? 👀

Of the three, Kanna is #1 most likely to be caught where they shouldn't be--mostly because she's not supposed to be anywhere other than locked away in her old room!

But she got so bored and lonely, she found ways to sneak out. She especially enjoys hanging around people she shouldn't as an "angel". Like humans and demons for example~ 🤭

[koneko-chan]

TMAP 23 SPOILERS////

i've been saying for weeksss gwen and alice are the only people who can match each other's freak!!

[feminurge]

love how myrkul chose ketheric. big guy. big vibes. zaddy, tbh, if anyone cares. love how bane chose gortash. rich prick energy. still a decent sized guy. he looks like a wattpad villain. and then bhaal turned around and literally just took the first rabid stray he found and of fucking course it had to be a chihuaha-sized woman

[jewelsigaveu]

taylor had one chance to beat the no longer relatable now that she is a billionaire allegations and she took it when she wrote a song about stalking people’s instagrams to see what her ex is up to

[tragedygf]

some grown ass adults are so obsessed with ‘humbling’ children like girl . im begging you to consider suicide at this point. that one person who said everyone says they have childhood trauma and then treat every child in their life like dirt was so right

[bookwyrminspiration]

re: the sister thing no yeah exactly?? like when i was twelve i was doing that EXACT thing and now its kinda deja vu like oh my god my little sibling really is following in my footsteps (becoming an antisocial tween). it didnt end when i got over MY angsty phase now i have to wait till she gets through hers. also shes discovered kotlc wattpad at the SAME AGE i did and it is killing me the universe is a joke

YEAH!! It's such an odd experience because you can recognize yourself in them because you did the same thing, but it can also at times be difficult to watch. Because that version of yourself is an old, outdated version you have improved upon and grown from. So looking at my sister sometimes I cringe because it reminds me of the old me, but for her that's the most up to date version of herself.

Like I see her cringe away from things and get embarrassed by our dad (he's very unapologetically himself and does what he wants) or something, and I'm like "ah yes, just like me when I hadn't yet learned to embrace cringe and be silly and free". Except for her its like..."I'm learning to be more mature and responsible and these rascals won't stop being fucking cringe and immature, when will they grow up" or something along those lines. It's a journey and her place in it is a very understandable and common one you gotta go through to get to the other side and I'm just like. Can't wait for you to get to the other side dude! Join us and be cringe and free!

I was there and then I got past it to a new and improved version of me who wanted to reconnect with my family, and then I turn around and she has the audacity to be entering the very "fuck everyone and everything go away" phase I just got out of.

Though I gotta say she's not a keeper person, so that struggle is your own good luck soldier. What if she goes the keeper wattpad -> keepblr pipeline and you and your sister are in the fandom together...

[theteaisaddictive]

you send one thematically-relevant song about loneliness and love and suddenly you get yet another vague au idea based on your characters

[gonzodangerfeels]

There is a difference between a young man saying ok nice boobs to it feels like my destiny to see those tits on the horizon

[ameliafuckinjones]

The worst thing ever is when I use a semi-valley girl Californian accent to make a sarcastic joke and the person I told the joke to takes me seriously like no.please im.not a bitch please 😭😭😭

[foldingfittedsheets]

The location of the sex shop I worked was a haven for spiders. We had tall ceilings and skylights and unused storage rooms. It was a spider paradise. We quickly sussed out which coworkers to call on in case of emergency. The Dorito lady was a solid ally for spiders but absolutely petrified of moths.

But there’s actually a hierarchy of fear. Most people don’t realize. The person least afraid is the one forced to deal with the bug in question. If coworker B was scared, but coworker A was petrified, well coworker B was gonna have to screw their courage to the sticking place because by the law of fear they were the most competent person on scene.

Thus enters Rick. Rick first appeared in the back storage room. This room doubled as a second bathroom so we went in on a semi frequent basis. The girl who’d gone in to pee shot out again gibbering with fear about the biggest spider she’d ever seen had just run across her boot.

We sicced Dorito lady on it. She returned, shaking her head. “He was squatting on a power cord where it plugs in. I couldn’t get a clean shot at Rick.”

“Rick?”

She shrugged. “Spiders that big need a name. Seemed like a Rick.”

Rick, freshly named, became a store menace. I’d normally say this was probably a case of multiple spiders being mistaken for one but everyone who encountered him swore up and down there could be no mistake. This spider was massive, fast, and distinct. A gladiator among arachnids.

I never encountered Rick. His exploits grew in the telling but the theme was consistent: no one could kill him. He’d hunker in places that no one could reach and dart away when a strike missed. He also chased off the more faint hearted, charging them in bold dashes. There could be no benign cup transplant to remove Rick from the premise. He was not leaving.

The saga of Rick continued for two months. Not seeing him was almost worse, a fearful wariness when going to the bathroom or stepping into quieter areas. I waited with dread, hoping my eventual run in would have me on shift with Dorito lady to protect me.

It was not to be. There was a girl the same who hated my one moment of singing that was absolute piss-herself scared of spiders. She’d slam straight into a panic attack and couldn’t think or speak. And so it was that one night on shift, I heard her scream.

It was unmistakable. I was in the front window turning off the open sign. Through an obstacle course of mannequins and lingerie I performed an acrobatic sprint out of the window, darting up to find her quivering at the front counter, fully crying. I radiated calm at her and said, “Just point.”

I knew it was Rick. Our destinies were intertwined and we had always been pulled toward the inexorable battle that was drawing nigh.

Her hand raised to point to our sandwich board sign at the front of the store. So Rick had the metaphorical high ground. There was no quick easy strike on the slanted signs surface.

I armed myself and marched into battle, my knuckles white on my chosen weapon. I would do this, because I must. Because there was no one else. And because I wanted to close and go home.

I saw Rick immediately and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger spider since. Outside of a tarantula, he was truly the most massive spider I’ve ever beheld outside a zoo enclosure or terrarium.

We regarded each other. Rick launched off the sign toward me and I stomped my foot reflexively, making him pause in his charge. Then I raised my weapon. Anything else, I believe Rick could have evaded. He’d bested most of the store thus far. But I had chosen chemical warfare.

I doused the shit out of that spider with cleaning spray, stunning him with a barrage of chemicals. While he froze, choking on the unexpected deluge, I dropped a paper towel over him. My foot came down.

I felt his exoskeleton crunch and I can feel it still to this day. The shattering was as of bones and I truly mourned that we had been forced into senseless war. If only he has cleaved tighter to the shadows. If only he’d crawled willing into a cup for relocation. I released a full body shudder of horror, fear, and adrenaline as I stepped back.

I took several quivering breaths. I donned a veneer of calm and tidied the battlefield of it’s corpse then went to reassure my coworker that all was well, while internally I still shook.

You fought well, Rick. I hope you sired many more monstrous children to haunt retail workers in the years to come. Rest in valor, you monster.