#wednesday stone

[why-i-love-comics]

Primer: Clashing Colors #1 - "Color Me Impressed" (2024)

written by Jennifer Muro & Thomas Krajewski art by Gretel Lusky

[toodrunktofindaurl]

just brjeaus being brjeaus

[dailydccomics]

Donna and Kory stay ready Titans #14 by Tom Taylor and Lucas Meyer

[matchalovertrait]

After about 10 months of dating, Dulce decided it was time for her family to meet Caruso, and well... let's just say that things could've gone better.... Will this shake things up in the Alegría household?

Note: For those who don't know, the "discovery" of "spa water" was a very real thing 💀 That sounds so unappetizing. Insulting in many ways lol.

Transcript

Erick: Nice to meet you, Caruso!

Noemí: What a pleasure to finally meet you.

Caruso: Thank you. I see where your daughter got her good looks from.

Noemí: Oh my! How flattering.

Ángel: Um... is he really using his phone at the dinner table?

Noemí: It's so nice to have every seat filled up at the table! Now we wait for the grandchildren to come.

Erick: [Whispers] Are you seeing what I'm seeing...

Pavan is completely oblivious, too in love with Ángel to notice anything.

Ángel: [Whispers] Yeah...

Erick: I'll give him another chance... Nice shirt, what's your favorite album of theirs?

Caruso: Oh, I don't listen to this band. Their music is boring. I thought the design on the shirt looked rad as hell.

Erick: I see.... please excuse me.

Noemí: Your agua fresca is amazing! It's agua de pepino, right?

Caruso: ...Agua... fresca? No, no. This is my creation! I call it "spa water."

Noemí: Oh... clever.

Ángel: I'm not sure if my drawing is conveying the message y'know?

Pavan: Looks great to me. The colors play into the theme of not escaping one's past.

Ángel: Ah perfect. I was going to sign myself up for Color Theory 101 again.

Caruso: Color theory? What's there to theorize? Colors exist, obviously. Just look everywhere, haha. Am I right or am I right?

Ángel: Is this a joke?

Noemí: Ahem... Mija, can you come help sing a lullaby to the fish? They won't sleep.

Dulce: Oh we have pet fish now? Since when do fish need music to sleep anyway? [Says quietly] Also, I sing well?

Caruso: Yeah you sing beautifully.

Noemí: Um... It's a new kind of science. Let's go, just the two of us.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I'm not going to give this an introduction. You're just going to find out. I will say though that I am feeling generous and here are 500 something words. *cough* All of the words which I wrote about an hour and a half ago. *cough*

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 @hircines-hunter @umbracirrus

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater @skyrim-forever @vivifriend @theoneandonlysemla

@throughtrialbyfire @ladytanithia

“This place is a death trap.” Galmar mutters under his breath.

As he follows his King and Queen back to their camp across the roaring waters of the Karth, he contemplates how exactly it is that he will eventually come to his end. Forsworn arrow in the back? Elven sword? Or even perhaps a brain hemorrhage from how severe the throbbing in his head has gotten since his Queen has started testing what little faith he has left.

Talos guide him and may Kyne be merciful to him because he does not know if he will make it to the end of this war.

Even his boots seem to hammer home that point as every step he makes seems to increase the pounding behind his skull. How does Ulfric deal with it? Or maybe the better question is how is it that Ulfric digs himself into these situations?

He sighs, rubbing the sweat threatening to drip into his eyes.

“You would probably be more comfortable if you took off your helm, Galmar.” Dahlia turns to speak to him, a well-meaning smile on her face, as she walks hand-in-hand next to her husband.

Peace is a fragile thing. One breath, one word, one wrong move, and it all can shatter. All of them understand this, perhaps even better than most.

Galmar snaps. “We wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with if it weren’t for your almost childlike naïvety, or even if you had done your fucking job and killed Madanach when you had the chance.”

Dahlia’s eyes widen, and she stops abruptly. “I—excuse me?” Her voice warbles slightly as her brain tries to process what exactly it is he said to her.

“You heard me!” He takes another step closer to her, jabbing a finger in her direction. “You brought this all upon us. How do you even know it is going to work?”

“Galmar, that’s enough.” Ulfric steps in front of his wife and holds a hand up in attempts to placate his frustrated housecarl. “Tempers and tensions are running high, and we are all stressed. We’ve been on the road for two weeks now, and we are all tired.” 

“Maybe the Old Man in Rags is right. You let her—a novice, who has had little experience in these matters—do this when you have over a decade more of experience with this than she does. She has no idea what she is doing, and she is way over her head. I don’t know why you don’t see this…or perhaps I do.”

“That is enough, Galmar.” Ulfric inches his way closer until he is within spitting distance of his housecarl. “Go back to bring up the rear of our party, and cool off. That’s an order!”

Galmar chuckles, dryly and without humor. “So, this is how it’s going to be. After all the years we have spent together and all that we have been through, you side with your second head.”

The air vibrates, giving way to a sickening crunch, and Dahlia gasps as Ulfric’s fist connects with Galmar’s nose, blood immediately starting to pour from under his hand.

Everything comes to a standstill. In all the years they had been friends—brothers even—not once did one of them hit the other until now.

[eidolons-stuff]

Enid: *uncontrollably sobbing*

Yoko: *comforting Enid* "Don't worry. It's Wednesday. She'll be fine"

Enid: "How can you be so sure?"

Yoko: "You really think Wednesday would let a little stoning affect her?"

[travisbarkersbeard]

the future freaks me out

[myimaginaryradio]

Salt Of The Earth - The Rolling Stones w/ Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin

[cherryxsapphic]

I'm taking requests!! 💕

I know, I'm technically supposed to make a masterlist for these thing but I'm lazy so....

Here's who I will write for atm <33

Also fair warning I'm a very slow writer because of mental health issues and life. But I see your requests and I am writing them it's just, I like to take my time so I'm not giving "I'm selling you to one direction whattpad"

(to the people that used to write those and still do, I find them funny, keep doing what you're doing, I appreciate you 💐✨)

Poppy playtime 🧸

Miss delight, Mommy long legs, and kissy missy!!

That's not my neighbor ☣️

Selene Sverchzt, Elenois Sverchzt, and Mia stone for now...

Steven universe ⭐

Opal, Sardonyx, Garnet, Pearl, and obviously the diamonds (excluding pink/rose atm) <33

Outlast trials 💀

mother gooseberry, Emily Barlow, Dorris

Wednesday 🥀

Marilyn thornhill/Laurel gates, Larissa weems... for now

Also if any of y'all request anything please make sure to like at least give me a prompt, like come on pookies don't give me the bare minimum (I love y'all to pieces dw) ♡

I do write fluff, angst, I am capable of writing smut but I'm not the best at it, but I'll try my best!! 💖

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by wonderful @umbracirrus I know I tagged a bunch of people yesterday. I’ll tag a few of yall!

@mavariel @madamefluffnstuff @vivifriend @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn

Anyone else feel free to tag me

Have some Thea and Galmar brainrot

“I was Harbinger for six years. All I did was bring honor. And for what!? You wouldn’t let me join something that meant honor to me! So I left! I left cordially. Ysgramor would be rolling in his grave right now….” Thea spat again. Divines, her jaw hurt.

Galmar looked back. He’d never heard her raise her voice. In fact, he’d never heard her speak more than pleasantries to anyone else but him.

Galmar could see the anger that pooled in her eyes. Her clenched jaw. Her knuckles went white. She was ready to pounce.

“People still see you as Harbinger, despite you passing the mantle to me.” Vilkas growled.

Thea narrowed her eyes. “That’s your fault then.” She whispered. She turned away.

Galmar walked over to Thea. He put a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” He leaned close as he whispered. He put his hand on her cheek where a large bruise started to form. He saw the swelling already. By Talos.

She nodded. “Aye.” She moved away and turned her back. “Just, get them out without harm. They were once family.” She looked over her shoulder at Aela and Farkas. Both looked considerably less angry. Farkas grabbed Vilkas’ shoulder.

Galmar turned and faced the Companions. “You best return to Jorrvaskr before we remove you by force, boy.” He grabbed the waraxe off his back.

Vilkas scoffed. “Gladly. Can’t stand the filth in here anyways. Can’t believe you would let them put Vignar on the throne. I know you hate him.” Vilkas whispered as he turned. The Companions followed after him.

Thea’s shoulders shook. Galmar couldn’t tell if it was from anger or…. He heard a sniff. She was crying. He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s go. Somewhere without people.” He directed her up the stairs and to the Great Porch. She nodded.

Thea walked around the area and made her way to the open end. She looked out onto the plains below. The mountains in the distance. She looked up and saw the first stars twinkling. The auroras started their dance when she finally spoke. “You can go back down. I’ll be okay.” She wiped her face.

“How’s your jaw?” He walked over and put his knuckle under her chin, moving her face to get a look at it. His eyes wandered to her lips when they parted for a moment and then up to her eyes.

Thea listened to Galmar’s heart before answering. “It does hurt. But, I’ll be fine. Vilkas doesn’t hit that hard.” She smiled a bit. “His brother now….” She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. “Ah. They were my family for fifteen years. At least away from home. Sorry.” She tried to move her face, but Galmar placed his thumb on her chin, keeping her face in spot.

Galmar watched the auroras swirled in her eyes. The moons illuminated her face. Her lips. By Talos. He leaned forward. He needed to kiss her.

Thea watched. She felt her world stop. It also felt like she was spinning. She…. She had wanted to kiss him since they retrieved the Jagged Crown and…. Here she was. She leaned forward, her eyes half closed.

The doors burst open. “General!”

Galmar moved away. He thanked the Divines that there was a great distance from the door to where they were. He cleared his throat. He straightened out his armor and walked towards the soldier.

Thea watched him walk away. She was disappointed in the interruption. But, he had tried to kiss her. She smiled and leaned against the wall. She looked up and watched the sky.

[why-i-love-comics]

Symbiote Spider-Man 2099 #3 (2024)

written by Peter David art by Roge Antonio & Sebastian Cheng

[cityzenchick]

Happy Wednesday to all the lovely Stonesy girlies out there ...... hope you have as many smiles today as this gorgeous guy 😁😍🥰❤️

[dailydccomics]

Titans together, even against heaven and hell Titans #14 by Tom Taylor and Lucas Meyer

[jenbunny-star]

Hiiigh tumblr😌

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I can't stop this grouchy old man conference. I tried. They just want to fight. Take it out back, boys.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @skyrim-forever

@umbracirrus @vivifriend @hircines-hunter @ladytanithia @theoneandonlysemla

The High King looks up, eyes moving between his housecarl and his most trusted soldier until they find his wife’s. She of all people would understand and surely agree with him. “We cannot take any chances, Ralof. You do not know first-hand what the Thalmor are capable of.” He takes a deep breath in as he runs a hand through his hair. “You did not experience their cruelty.”

“And neither did you see how this man came to me at a time of need!” Ralof pleads, his eyes still fixed on Dahlia who has also yet to say anything.

“You would dare to speak to your King like that?” Galmar takes yet another step forward to stand toe-to-toe with him.

Many voices continue to clash and mix, emotions running over and spilling from lips like the lava flows of Red Mountain. If they are allowed to continue, all that will be left is ash.

Dahlia finally speaks, her the gentle timber of her voice parting though the cacophony of sound which threatens to swallow them whole. “There is no way to know.”

Three heads turn to her with each one sporting different levels of distress: Ulfric, the corners of his eyes creased into sharp points to protect himself from his surging panic within; Galmar, the veins in his temple pulsing dangerously to the rhythm of war drums; and Ralof, the features of his face arranged into a precarious neutral and ready to shatter at her next words. 

“I am sorry, but we cannot take the risk. It’s—”

Ralof’s ears begin to buzz. “Dahlia...” 

“That’s the High Queen to you.” Galmar’s lips lift into a slight smile, and he nods in approval towards her.

“She was Dahlia to me long before a crown was put on her head.”

“And you border on insolence, boy. I’d watch yourself.”

“Says the one who wouldn’t even look at her not twenty minutes ago when I happened on your party.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about, Ralof, and I’d drop it if I were you.”

“Oh, and that shiner appeared under your eye suddenly for no reason. Should I ask the High King what happened?”

Galmar’s fists clench, the bitten stubs of his nails digging into the palms of his hands. “Come over here and ask that question again.”

[eidolons-stuff]

Ajax: "No! We can't take her to the infirmary"

Bianca: "Why not?"

Ajax: "Because if anyone finds out I did this, I will get kicked out of Nevermore"