#lemon it's wednesday

[massivewaffle]

Hello do you know what my favorite ever Fitpac & Phil moment is because I have never seen anyone else mention it somehow?! Probably because Pac isn't even in the damn clip but I digress!

It's the stream where Phil and Fit hang out and Fit shows Phil one of the abandoned houses he found. They walk into the house to access the trapdoor leading to the hidden basement, and Fit goes:

"First of all, watch out for the fucking asshole seagull."

Fit fucking hates seagulls. Annoy him to no goddamn end. He's been on the wrong side of a seagull shakedown; Phil too, agrees.

"I'm just gonna murder him, I'm just gonna-"

And Fit fucking shouts OH NO NO NO to get Phil to stop in time.

"Oh no, Pac will be furious if that seagull dies, even if I fucking hate it."

It's just so perfectly representative of Fitpac. It's not even an official thing yet, and Fit knows Pac well enough to be aware that the seagull's death would upset him. Fit cares about him enough not to want to add any pain or sadness to Pac's life. He cares enough that he doesn't mind sacrificing his own annoyance by the seagull's existence; it's worth it if it makes Pac happy. Fit is all about making sure Pac is happy. He says it with such an exasperated but enamored tone it makes me smile every time. It's a very 'decades-married sitcom-couple laugh track-esque', and it's annoyingly endearing.

And then you get the cherry on top:

"...what if I put him in a cage? And put the cage on the floor?"

It's silly, but I love Phil processing Fit's statement, and rather than making a joke or comment, he reframes the question. I always imagine him going, "Yep. I get it mate." And leaving it at that, simply attempting to find a solution that won't have them yearning for seagull blood all day. Love Fit and Phil's dynamic.

And then Fit looks DIRECTLY INTO HIS CAMERA and sighs dramatically like he's the star of an NBC 8pm EST/7pm CST sitcom circa 2011. This man is the lead in a slow-burn sitcom romance, and I hate him. Motherfucker is lucky they've already got me fixated enough to write a 100k word fanfic. FitMC is too powerful and cannot be trusted.

[willowser]

you're not expecting the bathroom door to swing open.

sitting in katsuki's overly-large bathtub, soaking into suds and fragrant oils and trying to enjoy what you believed would be another evening alone; one of kirishima's sidekicks is out with an injury and your great explosion murder god has been picking up the slack, pulling double shifts almost every night this week. not something to be upset about, as it's no one's fault, really—but you certainly didn't forsee your bath being interrupted.

this is what your i'm in here! call is met with: the creak of hinges and the smell of smoke, the deep scowl on katsuki's face as he shuffles across the tile, eyes rimmed with that greasy paint he wears under his mask.

very rarely does he intrude on your alone time—not that you're complaining. a faint shy streak travels through you, and you pull your knees closer to your chest as you smile at him. without a word, he stands across from the tub, leaning against the sink counter as he scratches at sweat dripping down his neck.

"hello," you tell him quietly, trying to tide back your excitement for the sake of his exhaustion. "didn't expect to see you here, stranger."

it's only a joke, but katsuki's frown deepens. for a while, his eyes dance anywhere other than you, long enough that you begin to wonder if a nerve has been struck, but you're surprised to find him a little pink as he straightens out his slouchy posture.

"scooch." is all he demands of you, gruffly. before you can manage a retort, his arms go over his head to grab a fist full of his shirt by the back, tugging it up and free from his dirty, worn body.

it's a nice sight, one that keeps you quiet and content: the soft curve of his shoulders and the rippling, bruised plane of his ribcage; the thick muscle of his thighs as he yanks down his pants; the spreading flush to his chest, as he strips himself bare.

you are more than happy to scooch, slipping to one side easily so that he can sit at your back. a rough groan escapes him when he sinks into the steaming water, as he stretches out and rubs at one of his knees, digging his fingers into his skin with a grimace before gently tugging you to lean back against him.

you turn your head just a bit, so that your forehead is against his cheek, nosing at his jaw. again, you give him a quiet, "hello," that elicits another long, deep groan from his chest.

"hi," katsuki murmurs, a little awkwardly into your hair. you tell him he stinks and he grunts out a single laugh, before pinching your sides under the water until you're squirming against him a little too intimately.

when you turn to face him now, the scowl has slipped away, replaced by a soft curve of his lips that looks almost like a smile. his head is leaned back against the edge of the tub, eyes lidded, and he infects you with a yawn that stretches out his whole face.

he's so cute when he's sleepy like this that you can't help it; you wrap an arm around his neck and run a hand through his hair, leaving water to drip free and down from his temples. you place a fat kiss on his cheek, no matter how dirty, and it earns you a pleased hum that makes you want to squeal.

it's been a long week, that's all, and you're just happy he's home.

"are you all mine tonight?" you ask, pulling your lip between your teeth when he raises his head to stare at you. something heavy weighs in his eyes, like his response will answer to more than just your question, this question, right here in the bath and in your arms.

katsuki blinks softly, and digs a hand into your hair, too. "yeah," he murmurs, serious. "all yours."

[mulderscully]

what y'all don't understand is when u hate tentoo is that ur hating the entire heart of the show. you are missing that being human and mortal is so special that if the doctor could be human, he would be. you are just not getting it at all. this godlike ancient alien wants to be like you. you don't get it fr. being human is a gift.

[3gremlins]

today in the seemingly never ending saga of house problems, the contractors need to fix the structural water damage from the ground up which means they have to work in our bedroom tomorrow (in the back wall of the closet).

this is doubly annoying b/c we've been keeping the cats in there (since "their" bathroom connects to the master bedroom so it's been nice) and now have to relocate them (and everything that's in the closet) for the next few days. they are already super stressed and this is def going to stress them out a lot more

(josh is also very stressed, he's got permanent "this is fine" panic face on at all times. i am getting stressed too, like it's looking like WEEKS of construction)

[gloriousclio]

[eurekavalley]

[starsandskies]

Work in progress 👀

[iikkeee]

Jealousy | w. adams

Wednesday x Reader fluff!

Summary: Y/n is in a relationship with Xavier but when he sets his eyes on Wednesday, Y/n couldn’t help but feel horrible. That’s when Wednesday reveals she only has feeling for Y/n.

Warnings- cheating, being friends with Bianca, Xavier being an ass

A/n- this idea randomly came across to me and I needed to write it so bad, anyways hope you guys enjoy! You might see me writing an Enid oneshot later on!

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You sat giddy on your chair at the back of the classroom, you could not wait for the raven. It would only be better if you actually had someone to go with you thought as you longingly stared at the long haired boy at the front of the class, he drew and it came to life off of the pages. You couldn’t help but fawn at him. When the bell rang you immediately went next to his side, taking Ajax’s chair as he waved you both off.

“So…your going to dance right…?” You asked drawing circles on the boys hand. “Of course” He replied intertwining his hand with yours “well aren’t you going to ask me something..?” You said leaning into him, he looked farther off in to the distance not even paying attention to what you were saying. You looked in the direction that he was and saw Wednesday, she was beautiful of course. She had gorgeous hair and captivating eyes, she was so pretty, you couldn’t help but have a ping of jealousy from her. She was perfect, especially to your boyfriend who couldn’t keep an eye off of her no matter what.

You sat there in silence for a bit, stunned at the new emotions you were having as you looked at you boyfriend longing for another. “Xavier….?” You asked reluctantly as you looked away from his face in sadness. “Oh sorry…what did you say?” He asked shaking his head and giving you a soft smile, you sighed before giving him a fake smile “I said aren’t you going to ask me something..?” “Oh haha, right. Um should we go together?” He asked nonchalantly, you smiled and grabbed your textbooks, getting up and quickly leaving the classroom. His eyes following you as you left.

You sighed as you got out of the doorway, sliding down on the wall next to it, your head in between your legs as you tried not to think about what you had just experienced. You felt someone stand in front of you, she crossed her arms and blew a raspberry. You looked up to see Bianca. “Need a hand?” She asked leaning down and holding her hand out to you, you grabbed it and pulled her into a tight hug.

“What happened now?” “He doesn’t like me anymore.” “And what makes you say that?” “All he ever does is stare at…” you cut yourself off as you stared over at the black haired girl, she spoke to her colorful friend Enid, her gaze returning to met yours. You felt a ping in your heart before you brushed it off and looked at Bianca. “Wednesday huh? She’s the freak of all freaks, I’m sure Xavier doesn’t like her like that.” She said rubbing your arm reassuringly “I really hope so…” You mumbled as you made your way down the hall, Bianca fumbled as she tried to follow you. “Don’t worry about that, just think about how much we’re going to have at the raven tonight!” She said grabbing your hand and smiling widely.

Once you completed all your classes, you decided to go dress shopping with Bianca. You both giggled arm in arm as you made your way into the different shops, slowly your worries went away as you hung out with your best friend. “Ooh, let’s go in there!” You said pointing at a gothic store, filled with black dresses that were dramatic in every way. “Really?” Bianca asked curiously, her eyebrow raised at she looked at the dresses. You gave her a nod and she sighed motioning to the door. You squeaked and went inside, the bell rang as you stepped inside. “Woah this is amazing!” You said going through the aisles, every one filled with beautiful gowns. “Yuck, this stuff looks like something that Wednesday girl would wear” Bianca said looking repulsed as she touched a black dress residing at the front of the store. “I think she has great style” You said rolling your eyes as you shuffled through the clothing rack. “Ew.” Bianca said as she made her way over to you. “It’s not like she can help it, she is allergic to color” you said sighing “right like I believe that, why are you even defending her?” She said curiously, her hands residing in her hips “no reason…” you said focusing on the gowns in front of you.

Truth was that you felt a certain way about the strange girl, was you boyfriend interested in her? Yes. But that wasn’t it, you yearned for her attention. She was one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen and you wanted everything to at least be friends with her. You closed your eyes before quickly going into the back of the store looking at the dresses that were hung up on the wall. You looked up to see a beautiful black gown, it has long sleeves that spread out at the end, it almost looked like wings. It was covered with floral lace that decorated the ends the small details, you looked in awe. “This is it” You said causing Bianca’s eyes to shift towards it “well if that’s what you want…” she said giving you a small scoff

You quickly asked the worker at the front to get it down for you, she happily obliged and lead you to the dressing room, you said a quick thank you before heading inside. You let Bianca hold your bag and sit on the couches outside of the fitting rooms. “Let me know if you want any help in there okay y/n?” “Alright” you yelled back before slipping the dress on. You smiled as you looked in the mirror, the dress perfectly framed your body showing your curves. You came out and span for Bianca to see “this is perfect!” You squeaked “you look so good Y/n” She said giving you a smile, you smiled back before going back into the room and changing back.

You came out to not see Bianca, you checked the front of the store and noticed her paying “what are you paying for?” You asked curiously as you looked above her shoulder “I found a dress while you were changing” “I thought you didn’t like any of the dresses…” you said teasing her “trust me it’s one of the normal ones” she said chuckling as she rolled her eyes, she pulled her bag off the counter letting you put down your dress as you payed for it. “Let’s get going then, no need to be late now” She said quickly grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the store.

Once you made it to your shared dorm you both quickly got ready. You applied your makeup and smiled to yourself in the mirror, looking good… “Ready to go?” Bianca asked happily, she wore a blue sequined dress with blue eyeshadow plastered on her lids. “You look beautiful, Bianca” “right back at you” “but um, I’m just going to text Xavier really quick” you said grabbing your phone off of your dresser, quickly sending a text to him “where are you?” You sent “Alright, we’ll I’m going to be right outside if you need me” She said opening the door “Just go without me, I’ll be there soon” “Alright then” she said reluctantly before shutting the door.

You paced around the room waiting for an answer, you rolled your eyes as you waited for a reply. It had been ten minutes and you were fed up so you quickly composed yourself and made your way into the ball room. “Welcome to the raven!” Ms. Thornhill exclaimed as soon as she saw you “Hello Ms. Thornhill, and principal Weems” you said giving them both a big smile “you look beautiful, miss l/n” Principal Weems said “thank you.” You replied gratefully before making your way inside. You quickly scanned the room and went to the table where Bianca sat.

“Hey y/n!” She exclaimed happily pulling you into a chair next to hers “Where’s Xavier?” She asked looking behind you worriedly “you tell me…” You mumbled, slumping down in your chair. “Ugh…boys” She said rolling her eyes. You both stood in silence before you looked up to see Xavier jogging up to your table. “Y/n!” He said giving you a kiss on the cheek and sitting next to you, scooting his chair to face yours. “Where have you been, I sent you a text” you said rolling your eyes “oh um…guess I didn’t notice?” He replied sleepily as he checked his phone. “I’m going to go get punch” Bianca said quickly trying to get away from the situation

“Whatever it’s fine” you said breathing up and composing yourself, maybe you could forget about all the horrible things for once and just focus on what should be one of the best days in nevermore academy. You laid you head on Xavier’s shoulder looking at the dance floor where creatures of all kinds danced and laughed at the blasting music. You closed your eyes as he leaned his head on yours, he hand finding yours as he squeezed your hand. He truly was one of your most favorite people, he was so sweet and kind. You could melt into his arms.

He suddenly squeezed your hand tightly making you screech quietly as you removed your hand from his. His hands were in fists and his face was red with fury. You gulped as you looked at his expression before looking at where he was to see Wednesday dancing with the guy from the towns coffee shop. “Why is she with him off all people?” He said in between his teeth, your expression fell, your eyes becoming filled with tears. “How could talk about her when I’m right here?” He didn’t like you anymore, there’s no way he did. All he cared about was Wednesday, not you. “Y/n you don’t understand-“ he said grabbing you hand in between his “Let me go.” You sniffled as you pushed your arm away from him, he loosened you grip and you ran away. Your long dress following you as you made your way outside of the ball room.

You sobbed as you you sat on the concrete steps outside, the teachers and students were no longer inside and instead you sat alone. The cold wind flowing through your hair as you cried, mascara running down your cheeks and onto you pretty dress. You heard footsteps come from behind you, and someone sat next to you. “You okay?” You heard a familiar voice ask, you looked up to see Wednesday, her hair was neatly pulled up into a braided bun. Her puffy black dress surrounding her body as she sat next to you, her features glowing in the moonlight. “Go away…please” as much as you knew it wasn’t her fault you couldn’t stand to look at her at the moment. “What happened y/n?” She said her hand residing on your knee “Xavier…all he can talk and think about it you when I’m his girlfriend I mean-“ you were cut off when Wednesday pulled you into a kiss. You were shocked but melted into it, her lips moved gracefully against yours, as if you were both made for each other. Her arms wrapped around your waist and you snaked yours around her neck, pulling your bodies closer to each other. She got on top of you pulling away when you were fully on the ground.

You held her cheeks in your hands, both of your cheeks flushed as you looked at each other “I only like you y/n” She whispered bluntly “but…Xavier” you replied your eyes shifting at her gaze “leave him, he doesn’t deserve you as much as I do” She said caressing your cheek “okay.” Was the only thing you said before pulling her back into a passionate kiss.

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[wolfsuggest]

Wednesday: Enid, when I see you, I get this feeling inside like none other-

Enid: Oh! Well. I get feelings for you too, Wednesday!

Wednesday: -like a throbbing in my g-spot.

Enid: …listen. Not what I was going for, but I can work with that.

[tangybug]

[inkandpaintleopard]

Just an assortment of different sketches

[monbons]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @emeryhall and @thewholelemon for the tags. Special thanks to EVERYONE who shared advice or encouraging words on my last post. I am actively putting all of your words into practice and just taking a break to fill my cup, which looks like reading fics, baking treats, and exercising.

This upcoming chapter is on the shorter side and contains one of the bigger reveals of the fic (two if you are a super close reader like @cutestkilla), so I can't post too much.

Instead, I'll pull the curtain back on the writing process as @bookish-bogwitch did and share a picture of a note I made on the outline for a future chapter that I find amusing.

In the spirit of bait and switch, here are two lines where someone will gasp in chapter 4 and it will not be for sexy reasons...

Baz closes his eyes, gasps softly, and nods. “Basil!” she gasps. “What happened in the woods?”

Hellos and high-fives! @roomwithanopenfire, @raenestee, @best--dress, @beastmonstertitan, @valeffelees

@hushed-chorus, @iamamythologicalcreature, @drowninginships, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @arthurkko

@brilla-brilla-estrellita, @noblecorgi, @aristocratic-otter, @comesitintheclover, @ivelovedhimthroughworse

[tooshnado]

“That is quite possibly the most brilliant example of lyrical genius in the history of musicianship”

-my dad, upon listening to Lemon Demon

[lastcupofsorr0w]

Recreated tthat one Jerma image

Sparkle on! It's Wednesday! Don't forget to be yourself!

[queenofsquids]

before the shelves were sideways, now they're upright the way they're designed to be

now they're hella tall but also I have access to four more cubbies that were blocked by the end of the table way down at the far end before

but before the top surface was a more accessible height

although that only meant I kept laying things down there and cluttering it up with crap

before -> after (not a fair comparison cause it was so messy before, and I haven't finished moving the desks either but whatevs)

I haven't decided if I like it ok or not. they feel HUGE stood up like this.

(also in the meantime I ordered another set of the pastel cubes off amaz*n and they arrived. luckily even though it's been like 1.5yrs since my first order, they look exactly the same, colors the same and everything)

[renlyslittlerose]

WIP Wednesday~ 

This is from a fantasy AU I’m in the editing stages of. Obi-Wan is a King, Anakin is a Knight of Naboo sent to request aid on behalf of Lady Amidala. The Force exists as magic in this world, allowing Obi-Wan and Anakin to share their memories with one another through meditation~

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“I’m sorry,” Anakin whispered.

Obi-Wan soothed him with another soft shushing, touch tender across his jaw and down his neck.

“Match your breathing to mine,” he said, and pressed their foreheads together.

Anakin did as he was asked. It was hard, the brambles and thorns catching, trying to pull him back, but Obi-Wan’s breath across his lips and the steadiness at which he held him close, made it so Anakin could break free from it all and leap into the visions Obi-Wan supplied through their bond. He pictured the calm ocean, the scent of it thick and dense in his lungs, clearing his mind and body as he sat on a simple raft. In the distance he could hear gulls, and knew they were still close to land.

Blinking back the harsh sun he watched a man pull up a net, hands course from hard labour, though the way the man held himself spoke of a noble grace. The lines of his nose were familiar, the warmth in his grey eyes calming.

It was the late King Jinn, familiar to Anakin only though the pleasure his vision evoked within Obi-Wan.

‘You need to help me with the netting,’ King Jinn said - no, Uncle Jinn.

Anakin rose, his body thin, bones not yet settled. He felt a spike of fear roil up as he approached the edge of the boat, visions of beasts lurking beneath the depths flickering in his mind. But then his hands - bony and thin, not yet strong and firm like they would come to be - grabbed on to the netting and pulled, dragging up crabs and small fish that brought joy to Obi-Wan’s soul.

‘Well done,’ Jinn said, ‘That’s a lad - well done.’

The press of lips against his forehead brought Anakin back to the present.

Anakin opened his eyes to stare into Obi-Wan’s. He could still smell the sea, taste it on his lips, see the swells and dips and intensity of it in Obi-Wan’s eyes. Obi-Wan was petting the back of his skull, pressing into the knots.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin tilted his head to the side slightly, leaning into Obi-Wan’s touch. He gripped Obi-Wan’s waist, pressing into him, holding on as if he’d be swept away again at any moment. Their noses brushed, breath mixing, Obi-Wan’s gaze both demanding and pleading.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan repeated. “Ask me to kiss you.”

Anakin took a steadying breath, his grip tightening. “Please, Obi-Wan. Kiss me.”