#just as a general statement ig

[kath-trashh]

for fun, did some. man idk

[indigodawns]

.

[adakechi]

Your art is just like your opinions; bad, lmao.

don't care, didn't ask

[poohwhin]

seeing my fav characters be so widely mischaracterised & portrayed terribly by like 90% of a fandom will never not make my bones itch

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

The worst part about seeing a ship not become canon despite so much teasing isn't the actual experience of watching the show end like this, but seeing others react to it and them getting SO fucking excited at every ship tease while you stand in the corner and bang your head against the wall.

[freytful]

Frank Voss just does not have the chops to pull off Basira Hussain. They just can't do it! There needs to be feelings underneath her voice that just aren't there! Sometimes I feel it but they just give the worst main performance in a cast that's otherwise incredible. Its just kinda sad because i love Basiras writing

[nerinefy]

FOREVER YOURS, TRULY...! — NEW YEAR'S SPECIAL PART II

PART III — GEPARD LANDAU (TO BE FOLLOWED)

★ synopsis: nothing much, just yanqing spoiling jing yuan's plans. pretend you didn't hear anything.

★ details: pronouns: you/yours | imagine | fluff | 600+ words

★ JING YUAN ★

It was a chilly evening at his office. Laying comfortably on a chair that surprisingly appeared after visiting once, you watch your significant other- Jing Yuan, focus on the paperwork he's been stuck on for what felt like an eternity. "Why are you even taking care of those? You're a general." You asked the man beside you with puffed cheeks and a pout which made him chuckle in amusement.

"My love, do you really think all I do is...throw hands and wish for the best out on the battlefield?" He asked, seemingly curious.

"I mean...don't you? Or am I missing something?" You tilt your head as he stifles a laugh.

"It looks like I left you alone for too long, come now." He stands up and reaches for your hand, you take them as you let him lead you outside, leaving numerous documents behind. You watch as his steps take you to the balcony. The wind was blowing fiercely and you shiver at the cold. "I'm sorry 'hun, I forgot it was quite breezy here because of the fire back inside," he apologizes, taking off a large coat he had on to wrap around you. The remaining warmth he'd spread on the coat envelopes you, as you feel a hand intertwine yours.

"You're so warm you know? Like a big fuzzy lion." You utter in between giggles.

"That just shows that..." he leans down inching your face, "I really am fit to be yours, you cold-blooded creature," he mumbles as his eyes stare intensely at yours.

"I am not! It was just co-" You exclaim in defense, when suddenly you feel soft lips crash towards yours, stopping you from completing your statement. These soft lips lingered for a moment, relishing the taste of yours. Warmth spreads throughout your body, and you feel as though it's not just from his touch. After a while, he breaks free from the kiss, catching his breath in the process. "That was rude, General, I was still talking." You say in mock annoyance, him laughing in turn.

"I'm sorry, could I ever make it up to you...?"

"Oh shush."

The cold wind continued to rush through you, as you watched the skies above in astonishment. Slowly, you wonder, and later ask, "Hey um, why are we here exactly?"

"Oh, there's no such reason...It's just that, it's been quite a suffocating few days and I thought I could have the time to breathe here..." He trails off, pausing to think of what to say next. "Anyway, it's nothing really, I'm just glad you're next to me right now." He finishes a slight smile appearing on his face. "I'm grateful, truly, even though I've been very busy with numerous responsibilities I hold with the Luofu, you've been nothing but patient and understanding. It's hard to juggle through my workload but ever since you came and been by my side, it felt like it was a little bearable." He then smiles as he faces you, "It's times like these when I'm reminded that...you're here and I don't have to keep it all in my chest. So my love, thank you-"

"Happy engagement! You didn't tell me it was supposed to be right now- you left the ring at your desk when I came to check in." A voice was suddenly heard, disrupting your man's speech (?) for you. He sighs, looking clearly disappointed despite being surprised for a moment.

He can only mutter a, "Yanqing..."

"Oh, oops..." The boy murmurs, breaking into a cold sweat.

"...What ring..?" You ask with raised brows, still surprised.

"Can we uh, do a redo for the actual thing- just pretend to be surprised when that happens."

"Yanqing..."

author's note: this took- um...a while. better late than never ig hehe

©nerinefy 2023-2024 all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate.

[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

[yonpote]

Honestly so relieved with the charity they picked. As an adult I spent a lot of time trying to not seek out validation for my political/social opinions from celebrities but I am so glad they're doing this. I don't mind him being apolitical online but it's nice to see he's doing this because it's important

yeah i think phil has always been good about this even tho sure hes not as vocal about his politics as dan can be. i was talking to some friends and i misremembered phil posting a black square on ig during the BLM protests for george floyd (which if u dont remember was just the absolute laziest form of performative activism) but they quickly corrected me that he actually posted a graphic that said Black lives matter and had a handful of resources in support of the movement and didnt tag it was blacksquare or anything like that and imo very clearly wasnt doing that for clout

i'll be real i was growing a little frustrated hearing about people who were really begging them to speak up about this, and i can understand feeling disappointed when your favs dont speak up about something important but ultimately sometimes thats a thing you just have to let go. and like this point is moot now because they are speaking up and supporting the pcrf and everything! i remember when people hounded dan for tweeting about a ceasefire? as in pro-palestine ppl getting angry with the way he worded his tweet? and like. idk i get it sometimes dan doesnt perfectly phrase things but like WE KNOW he has his heart in the right place so like what's the point in getting upset about the particulars of his choice of words.in general internet culture is so much about semantics and wording things rather than about actions and intent and impact on the world.

and its also very much a parasocial thing to where like, i think for ME bc ive figured out a healthier way to interact with my favs. i know how to separate them from me as a person so like, dnp's actions and statements don't say anything about me as a person or any of their fans. and i mean that's been proven with like, on twitter theres like all these fanartists doing incentives for ppl to donate for fanart and thats like so cool and like didnt need to be sanctioned by dnp or anything it was just something a bunch of people decided together ykwim?

[madara-fate]

The whole discourse of how sasuke and Sakura be after their spouses die is very simple. These people are married and all but you can't really expect a total erratic change in behavior after the death of their spouse. These people have spent maybe 4-5 years together in their entire existence, they've spent more time being away from each than together.

Sakura would be sad and all (sasuke was the love of her life), however, her life would go on, she's supposed to model a real life girl, she has parents, probably has cousins, uncles, aunts etc. Her best friend and her two sensei's are still very much alive and accessible. Her daughter is still alive, and she took care of her without sasuke, so she'll be fine doing so again. Her life would go on, she'll probably not get remarried but still.

For sasuke, his would very much go on too, he's lost his family before and he's still a well functioning human being, he's not going lose himself over Sakura dying let's be real. He'll be sad, but he'll go on. Maybe sarada is a problem he'll have to deal with, but sasuke would still go on his missions. He's a missions first kind of guy, ig.

I think sasuke might only lose himself a bit if Naruto died. Best friend or not, Sasuke understands what Naruto is to the world and what he represents. To sasuke, Naruto is the light that unifies the world, similar but not really to the darkness and hatred sasuke wanted to be. Sasuke knows that his loved ones are safe and secure as long as Naruto lives.

Long story short, they'll be fine. Little rant, my bad.

So you think that Sasuke would be more distraught if Naruto were to die, rather than his own wife and the mother of his child? And your reasoning is that Sasuke apparently views Naruto as the light which unifies the world, and that as long as he's alive, Sasuke's loved once are safe? Yeah I think several things during the new generation have proven that statement to be wrong. Naruto being alive, clearly hasn't meant that Sasuke's loved ones were safe and secure, and Sasuke knows this. Not to mention that Sasuke has also described Sakura as the light in his world, which is a lot more personal.

All I'll say is this - It doesn't need to be a competition, but some people really need to acknowledge the fact that just because Naruto and Sasuke were each other's closest bond during the main story, that doesn't mean that this must still be the case now over 15 years later, especially when they have families and children of their own. These things come with different priorities and responsibilities.

[genderkoolaid]

is it bad to say women and fems when im trying to talk abt like women and feminine aligned people that may not identify as women? i get the whole women and afab thing being bad, but ig im just missing something abt women and fems? or is it bc they said femmes?

It really depends on what you are talking about.

First of all: what is a "feminine-aligned person"? Someone who's gender is related to being a woman? Someone who's gender is related to being feminine? Someone who presents as feminine, regardless of whether or not their gender is feminine? Someone who aligns themself with womanhood, regardless of whether or not they personally identify as a woman, for, say, political reasons?

Then, for example: Are you talking about being a target of misogyny? Because in that case, way more groups are targeted by misogyny. Are you talking about people who menstruate? Because in that case, neither gender nor presentation should be brought up.

A lot of times "femmes" is meant to refer to, like, nonbinary people who present or identify as feminine. But not only is this definition vague (most of the time I see this statement presented without defining who they are talking about w/ "femme"), it can also leave out so many people. Like, what about nonbinary butches? There's a very cissexist assumption that the main characters of womanhood/misogyny are feminine women, with butch women, masculine presenting people read as women, and trans men pushed aside by this "woman = feminine" shit. & that's a huge reason people don't like "women & femmes": it implicitly says that womanhood and femininity are related. Ask yourself why, in whatever statement you are making, womanhood and femininity are related and how that is relevant. Ask yourself why you feel the need to join "woman" and "fem" as a single group; what quality is shared here?

If you want to talk about people who get read as women regardless of their presentation or gender (like, for example, a non-passing trans man who gets read as a masc woman), try the word "woman-perceived" or "people perceived as women," which gets straight to the point. If you want to talk about "people who were raised as girls/women," say that. As a general rule, be specific and don't rely on assumptions.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Twenty-One — Jackson Rippner + choking, anal sex

Pairing -> dom!jackson rippner x girlfriend!reader

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Warnings: anal sex, a bit of pain bc first time, reader’s on the more innocent side, choking, degradation, sort of sweet Jackson ig, use of whore

Disclaimer: Red Eye characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Jackson let out a little sigh as he pushed himself into you, slowly at first, as this was your first time getting fucked in the ass. While all he wanted to do was to let loose and rail you, he knew it would hurt, so he opted for the more patient option. After all, he didn’t want to cause his sweet girlfriend any pain, not when she was so selfless for offering this.

Believe it or not, this wasn’t Jackson’s idea. It was yours. At some point in your relationship you realized that he enjoyed things rough and crude, and while you yourself liked to have vanilla sex, you thought you ought to give Jackson a treat. He’d always been so kind and generous to you. So what was a little pain compared to that?

You hissed as his cock made its way fully inside of you. This felt like the first time you had sex, when Jackson took your virginity. You felt like something inside you was stretching to the limit, like you were being pulled apart to the brim.

“You good?” Jackson asked, brushing your hair out of your face. He wished he could see you, but he couldn’t deny his view—your back, arched and smooth, your head down, breasts hanging, and that ass of yours—that beautiful ass.

“Mhm,” you shuddered. “Be slow, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” For now.

He slowly started moving in and out of you, rocking his body back and forth. He was very conscious of the sounds you were making. For now, it seemed to be mostly pain, but he could feel you adjust to his size, and by the time he acquired a steady, measured pace, you gave him the okay.

His balls slapped against your skin as he brutally thrusted in and out. He held your shoulders to keep you from falling over, letting out guttural grunts and groans as though he were an animal.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Who knew you’d let me do this?” He wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed it. “Look at you,” he cooed. “You look like a whore.”

You gasped at his statement, feeling your body grow even wetter. If you had known you would be this turned on by degradation, you would have asked him to do it sooner.

“Yours,” you tried to say, your voice coming out weak. You tried to clarify what you meant but the way he was ramming into you, the way he was choking you, prevented any further addition.

“What was that?” he mocked. “You want to say something.”

You nodded. He gave your throat a little squeeze.

“Whores — augh — whores don’t speak,” he spat out. “Besides, I know what you’re trying to say.”

He stopped thrusting. He pulled his cock out all the way, waited for a few moments, and then shoved it back into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“You’re trying to say that you're mine. Don’t worry, I understand.”

He fucked you like this for a little while longer. You assumed that this was purely for his own pleasure, because you knew you weren’t going to cum from this alone, but then he started rubbing your clit, and eventually, you two orgasmed.

Jackson flipped you on your back and pulled you up on the bed so that your head was on a pillow. His chest was heaving, little strands of hair sticking out. He brushed his nose against yours affectionately, and then said something he rarely said, “I love you. Thank you for doing this for me.”

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[sassyfrassboss]

NGL all that statement did was confirm how much pressure is riding on them to get this invictius games deal right. And that’s more telling than anything else. They’re putting a hugeeee amount of effort into this because they can’t wait until 2025 to generate buzz and earn money.

If this fails I don’t see how Harry holds onto his position.

You’re right.

IG directors have to be sick and tired of Harry using the games for his own purpose and allowing Meghan to do the same.

They needed this to go smoothly and make sure every aspect of this trip was focused on the actual reason they are there.

Instead H&M just f’ed up and once again made this all about them and how hard they have had it in life.

[octopotto]

Some Yandere Deuce Spade Headcanons

OCTO NOTE: Okay after reading @dark-side-blog3 yandere headcanons about Deuce, I was inspired to write something for him lol.

Ig this can count for his birthday as well lol.

Warnings: NOT-PROOF READ, yandere, Out of Character madness, bullying, mentions of violence, Deuce is an absolute dickhead at the start lol, inaccurate because I’m writing this by memory.

Reader is ALWAYS Gender-Neutral!

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I couldn’t stop thinking about what would yandere! Deuce be like if you had met him PRIOR to the events of Twisted Wonderland. And how he would react to you also going to NRC as well.

I have no idea anyone else talked about this before, but imagine Deuce being a complete asshole, and you being the main target of his wrong-doings. Meaning Deuce doing ANYTHING to make your life a living hell.

Taking your lunch money, slapping your books out of your hands when you pass each other in the hallways, kicking the back of your ankle in gym class, causing you to fall down and making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

Hell, he probably almost ran you over with his stupid blastcycle with his lackeys.

All that torment, all that humiliation you had to endure.

And it’s because Deuce wasn’t able to express his feelings towards you correctly. 

This stupid motherfucker thought the statement: “The more you hurt them, the more they’ll like you” was actually legit.

But eventually, you graduated middle school. It was like the weight on your shoulders disappeared. Because you’ll be moving far, far away from your hometown for secondary school. You’ll be attending Night Raven College, a prestigious school you got accepted in due to your hard work. 

A brand new start. 

Meaning no more bullying, no more suffering, no more head being stuck inside of a toilet bowl. 

And no more stupid Deuce Spade and his stupid lackeys with their stupid blastcycles.

No way he could’ve gotten accepted into a school like NRC.

You thanked whoever was watching you. You couldn’t wait to leave.

oof rip reader lol

Fast forward a few months later. You arrived at NRC and waited to be sorted into your dorm.

You’re so excited! New people meaning new friends! Not people who wanted to hurt you.

While waiting for the sort-ment, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was intensely staring at the back of your head.

And that feeling was right because when you turned around to check, you were met with dark blue eyes looking directly at you. 

You kept staring at each other for a moment before the person tensed up and looked quickly away after.

You raised your eyebrow. You bring your hand up to the back of your head. Was there something wrong?

You weren’t able to see the face of the person due to the large hood blocking the way. But then you paid no mind after a second, turning back around to the front.

Once Deuce saw you looked away from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to look at you again.

As soon as he saw the back of your head, it felt like the world stopped for a moment.

It’s you! It’s really you!

Oh how he wanted to approach you. How he wanted to apologize for everything he put you through, he wanted to tell you that he realized how much of an asshole he was, how he wanted to ask you so bad to be his friend, how he wanted to express everything he felt for you, how in the future—he hoped that you both could be more than just schoolmates.

Even when you caught him, he couldn’t help but keep staring at you. Oh how he missed you beautiful eyes. Thank goodness you decided not to put on your hood right now, or else he wouldn't been able to tell that was you!

How could he have ever hurt you? You’re absolutely adorable, you’re just incredible in general .

You even got into the same school as him! It was a surprise that he got in, but it wasn’t a surprise to see that you got accepted as well. He knew how smart you were.

I mean— you did all of his assignments…in middle school…after threatening to beat you up if you didn’t.

Deuce wanted to smack his forehead until there was a dent in it.

God, he has to say sorry to you. He did try to apologize before leaving for NRC, multiple times actually. But as soon as he reached the door of your house, he couldn’t help but freeze. He got scared and ran off.

But when he finally got the courage to say sorry, you already left for school. 

He was so depressed after that day. 

All he wants now is to become a better person! He wants to erase his entire delinquent past for the sake of his mother. Especially after overhearing his mothers conversation with his grandmother.

And that’s a promise he swore to!

And now since you're also attending NRC, that promise is locked in since you’re here with him. He now has all the time in the world to prove to you that he's a changed person now. He'll make sure not to screw up this time.

OCTO NOTE: You have no idea how long it took to find a Deuce GIF that didn't have Ace and Grim in it lmaoooo.

I might expand on this if anyone wants me to. But it would have to be after I release a few more fics I wanted to do.

Thank you!

[ykiwrite]

bonnie & clyde

description: falsely accused, you found yourself behind jericho's bars but wednesday is already on her way to reunite

warnings: jail ig, crimes, fluff

words: ~1.7k

The wintry concrete had no mercy on you.

Neither did the rocklike walls you were leaning against. Walls that granted the cold outside air to pass along. Making your breaths morph into a fog.

They could've at least try to make it a bit more presentable, meeting basic human living conditions. Now that you think it over it could potentially be a strategy. A mind game to scare off anyone daring to defy the law.

The comfort of your own home be it a cabin in the woods with beaten up couch or Jericho's prison cell?

But we're talking about Jericho at the end of the day. Town close to Nevermore. Where most likely plenty of jail escapes happened that left the institution demolished resulting in repair bills stacking up. It made the town give up on making it look and feel acceptable enough, so they opted for the unwelcoming ambiance and fewer expenses.

There are stories you are sure of but can't recall the details. Most of them were students shapeshifting, sneaking, and outsmarting the system never to be seen again. Nothing could really hold them back and officers were not paid high enough to keep a hawk eye 24/7.

Unless you are a person who's honest to a fault or pretending to be, you would take your chance to get out.

As to why are you trapped here regardless of your protests, you couldn't give the right answer. You knew the timeline though and had a decent alibi.

You kept repeating the events leading to this internally so this gray and grim surroundings wouldn't make you forget it. Maybe you were too dramatic but it's a decent safety measure.

Wednesday and her knowledge of crime and forensic psychology taught you so.

Before sitting on this concrete, you found yourself sitting in the Weathervanes booth. Wednesday savored her usual order in comfortable silence while eyeing abandoned Jericho's morning papers. A coffee stain mark stuck on the papers was like a thorn in her side.

"We should stop by the shop to get stuff for tonight," you declared while looking at the red sky and sun going down. Resting your head on your hand, you checked off the list of things you need.

"Mhm," she muttered. Slamming the cup down loud enough to make a statement of 'let's get moving then'.

The subtle gesture of being few steps ahead to open the door for you made you beam. "How generous."

"How many times are we going to have this conversation? Everytime i do something considered 'nice' you emphasize it. Even when i don't you do too. Where's the balance?" she asked from behind.

"Yet you still do all of the nice things so i'm not really stopping you from anything. You're just delusional but that's fine. I already accepted you. Being delusional is level one difficulty at this point."

Wrapping your arm around her pridefully, knowing you hushed her and she has to deal with the loss and your touch.

Lost in the depths of conversation, as expected once again she opened the doors for you. Question of whether was it intentional or not left hanging. This time you didn't bother.

You were circling around the aisles with speed and a clear mission. Not wanting to spend too much time here so your girlfriend doesn't get moody. With each additional step, you felt dizzier yet more aware. Your vision was hazy and the labels were hard to read.

Initial thought was to warn Wednesday who should be somewhere behind you, except she wasn't. Noticing a lack of her presence you tried to compose yourself. Grabbing the shelf and thinking it will gain you stability but it was to no avail. You could feel your body going slump as you stumbled down. Mere minutes after that were blurry. Only a faint memory present of being in the tight grip of the officers walking you out.

So here you are staring at the floor and loss for words. It was awfully quiet with only fan buzzing from the outside space. Yes, despite the cold temperature. But there was no guilt present, far from it. You were certain this is a framed situation. With no known enemies, the name of the wrongdoer was left to debate.

Door creaking. Footsteps. Maybe a pair of them.

You watched the hallway corner through the bars. Primed to see the expected officer carrying good news. Or anyone really.

What was at the lowest part of your expectations was locking gazes with your most prized horror collection who was drenched in rain like a mouse. Droplets of rain were sliding down her figure leaving a dark trail in contrast with the floor.

"I'm here to get you out," she claimed but not before her eyes scanned the cell you have been locked in. She could feel the anger reaching new highs never seen before. Someone like you, more importantly, a Wednesday's one and only that's sparred off of the hate list to breathe in such surroundings? Let alone a heart like yours be falsely charged. A wave of burden and guilt washed over her despite her acclaimed rational mindset. Crime may be part of Addams fixed tradition but she wanted you nowhere near it.

You might be left feeling more sentimental than she is, as seen in the way her fingers quickly divided the jiggling keys with full focus.

"How did you get in?" you asked while she was working on setting you free.

"Thing helped with the keys and distracting the guards. He also gathered considerable amount of solid evidence in your favor in the past day or so," followed by a sigh.

With that said it was a load off your mind. Secondly having the Addams as your backup and their daughter who's an unstoppable force and a menace once she loves someone sounded lovely.

"So what happened? I know it's impossible i did anything wrong?"

Click. "You were a victim of a shapeshifting accident. Someone copied your form which is the most probable reason why you lost conscious. They robbed the shop in your name and left you there. Thank the Thing for linking the pieces together and seeing them." She stated along with sliding the metal doors.

Your freezing body stood still while she waited for you to come out.

"You really went out of your way to get me out of jail?"

She sighed and leaned on the bar, "Only because i'm experienced in this field more than any other person you know." Which was true. Who else would save you so professionally?

"Besides," she added surveying the room with her arms crossed, "you're not the type of person deserving to decompose in here."

Well aware you could not afford to lose more time but adrenaline mixed emotions were making laps around your heads. Wednesday felt as if she had failed you. Yes, she may just got you out of it but she could've also prevented it from happening in the first place. It's the first time she deeply regretted watching the knife set on display instead of shopping alongside you.

It made her mind drift back to her own parents. Is this how her mother felt when her dearest husband got arrested also unfairly? She slowly started to sorrow the curse Addams bear and project onto everyone around them. It only brings dark and no light, seen from the first hand by Wednesday alone.

Her demeanor came off as troubled. Knowing Wednesday she was either waiting for you to move or deeply contemplating something. It's never solid ground with her.

"Let's leave at the back door. Thing is waiting for us there." Wednesday ordered, her gaze on you unmoved.

You took a few steps forward, getting closer to her. Mindful you are carelessly dragging out precious time needed for escape but it didn't sound that bad in your head.

Only now it struck you at a short distance how different she looked. The modest makeup was smeared due to rainfall and she had a tough time hiding the fact she was shivering too.

"You're freezing Wednesday." You exclaimed with outright worry. Pushing your own, the same condition away as less important one.

"So are you."

Your body worked faster than your mind, daring to crash against hers. With zero care about her soaked clothes which would make you colder even more if it weren't repressed by your disclosure.

Suddenly, it wasn't so cold anymore.

Wednesday didn't push you away. As it happens, she pressed you closer. Deeper into her arms, And she kept doing so. Both of you unspokenly agreed. It's going to be okay. If the warmth never leaves, it's okay.

"Thank you." A voice made Wednesday close her eyes and relish it. You couldn't see her face but she was drinking in your presence. Days we're long without you after all and she was at one's mercy.

The manner in which you brushed the back of her head made her almost overlook the plan that's not yet executed fully.

Spotting the Thing in the corner, she reconnected the pieces of herself you separated in a such loving way and muttered behind your back, "The ride is here. I think."

Pulled away first, Wednesday signaled you to follow her.

You were not long exposed to the rain before entering the black coated car on standby. Certainly Addams.

Upon entering in sync, you took a note it was empty except for the driver that's already increasing speed.

You let her know, "What now? It's one of your cars."

Wednesday was certain you had your own theories as to where what and when. Most of them were surely wrong.

"It felt like i had no chance and right to take risks so i called my parents. They gladly assisted me." Lies. She was afraid. Aware she alone could not do all the job done and you might wind up on the wrong end. One with no happy ending she couldn't fathom.

"You got it all sorted out, huh?"

She didn't. Not completely. Maybe not at all. But it was okay for now. You're here, Thing is here hanging somewhere underneath the car thats crossing a route known only by the driver and Wednesday.

If it's for love, Addams will find a way to make it happen.

notes: to share the pain; i listened to pink in the night by mitski and nghyb by cas specifically while writing the part she got reader out of the jail and i dont think ill recover, those songs are her for some reason and i can explain in an essay

[afro-elf]

Do you find Hozier’s statement disappointing regarding 🇵🇸?

if you're talking about the thing he just said on ig, it's far more liberal/two-state solution-y than previous things he's said about palestine and that annoys me!!! don't get me wrong it Does annoy me!!! but i don't find it devastatingly disappointing. moreso just..... careful. and based on just the pure heartburn and insomnia this genocide has caused me, i wouldn't have been careful, personally!!!! like i think the bit about hamas at the start and the generic bits about "peace" were definitely just preemptive answers to zionist "criticism" even if i don't like his phrasing of calling the bombardment on gaza a "disproportionate" action (because no action under apartheid would have been proportionate, it's just not possible). other than that i don't have reason to believe he's not pro-palestinian based on prior things he's said likening palestine to the irish struggle and his photographer ruth has been very outspokenly pro-palestinian so i can only hope these are fully fleshed out conversations he's having outside of very polished and careful social media statements. i can also send him my copy of the wretched of the earth, i don't mind doing that