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leave it to jenna coleman to play eccentric women who makes the brooding non-human who looks like a twink gain hope in humanity again
#clara oswin oswald#johanna constantine#i mean its crazy she has two characters who are technically the same in diff fonts#at least they are to me
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rip janet you would have torn chatgpt to shreds
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"that part in party 4 u is.." "nah you're wrong, it's actually-"
you're ALL wrong. that specific part in party 4 u is the dread you thought you outgrew. it's the feeling of confusion because you were so happy and so content with what you have then all of a sudden every small, insignificant movement your friend made meant so much. every glance at your other friend after you said something, every fall of a small when you opened your mouth. the small nudge they give your other friends when you said something you thought you were comfortable to say around them.
it's the way your stomach drops when you try to hold their hand in the platonic way that you used to but they end up scootching away just an inch. it's the way your smile drops when you try to give them some of your food to share but they ignore it. it's the way you call for their attention multiple times but when they look at you, it's like they're looking through you.
it's the feeling of being part of a friend group but also being an outsider to said friend group. it's the feeling of being the one who wants to be close with all of them, but not all of them want to be close with you. it's the feeling of caging yourself inside a box because you don't want to offend them or hurt them whenever you're doing something that you like. it's the feeling of losing yourself every time you wear the mask that they like, and then suddenly feeling that mask slip and crack, showing them the true darkness of your soul.
or maybe it's just me, idk.
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love how canonically vyse listens to dubstep and techno music while viper is literally a hard rock enjoyer
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Every now and then falling for a dark haired powerful witch with parent issues who is just misunderstood and deeply hurt by the world because she actually loves very deep but no one knows.
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season 3 is technically just sookie and bill being on and off while eric goes off on side quests
#nini's drop of true blood#true blood#pam getting all of eric's property in e10 is the true win of the season#pam swynford de beaufort
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godric being vampire jesus is sending me, he and billith would have made an either unstoppable duo or legendary nemeses
#nini's drop of true blood#true blood#godric true blood#dare i say they would have surpassed the jesus ao3 tag
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tell me lily, emma, mulan, merida, and ruby don't all gather around and play dnd (w dorothy as the game master) every now and then
#ouat#atp i'm just gonna incorporate the shit i love into my brainrots#which has been something i've been doing since i started writing#ninispeaks
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oh hi there!
i disappeared. but i'm back again!
with a new story!!! it's a zelda one :D
i will be discontinuing my monika story, but hey, at least in this one, i could project since i actually do practice witchcraft.
anyway, check it out! i won't promise any updates but who knows (i'll also be starting college soon so.. hehe)
-- luv, nina.
#zelda spellman x reader#zelda spellman#sabrina spellman x reader#sabrina spellman#sabrina morningstar#chilling adventures of sabrina#mary wardwell#lilith morningstar#hilda spellman#the sabrina/reader tag isn't romantic at all#zelda one is DEFINITELY romantic wink wink#no i won't be posting anything on tumbler anymore aside from updates#i'm fully hibernating in ao3 <3
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doing a quick account purge bc i just found out that a few of the actresses i've written for before support zionism :/
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hello! do you accept writing requests?
hiii!! i dooo, but i won’t be ablt to write and post at the moment bc of school :D
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all my favorite women too, i DEFINITELY have a type










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pushing red buttons
pairing/s: larissa weems x female reader, wednesday addams x enid sinclair (established)
warning/s: not proofread so beware of grammatical errors, just larissa being an embarrassed cutie
(would try to write gn!reader fics in the future, but please do know that i mainly write feminine y/n fics :3 happy new year!)
she heard murmurs, a soft chuckle, and a hand move towards her face to pull her closer. larissa felt annoyed at the interruption of her slumber, only to find the most beautiful angel in her arms with a smile. there she was, covered head to toe in nothing but the sheets and her arms to keep her warm, the rays of the sun dancing on y/n’s head and back like they were giving her a halo.
larissa smiled at the sight of her lover with her hand on her shoulder and cheek, “hello you..” she whispered into the room.
“hey beautiful.” she merely whispered back, taking in her lips with a soft lock.
y/n grinned into the kiss when her hands grabbed her hips and pulled closer, the blanket slightly sliding off their chests, leaving little to no room for larissa’s barely covered body to space with y/n’s naked skin. she sighed as y/n pulled away, her eyes never leaving the other’s face and neither did her hands on her s/c skin.
the woman found herself drawing small circles on larissa’s forearm as she played with the edge of the sheets, “do you need to work today?” larissa heard her ask.
she sighed, not one of negativity but one of content as she pulled y/n on top of her. she rests on her arms as the taller woman perches herself on the headboard.
“not today, not this weekend.” she leaned in to plant a kiss on y/n’s forehead, “why’d you ask?”
“so it’s not a bad time to ask if we could laze around?”
larissa grinned, “i don’t suppose we’re forbidden to idling around,” she inched her hands lower to rest on her lower back, leaning closer to place pepper kisses on her shoulders and collar.
“someone’s in a mood.” y/n teased, fingers dancing on her ivory skin which soon flushed with red in embarrassment and shyness.
larissa turned away, her eyes fluttering and avoided her wife’s gaze. “it’s not everyday someone wakes up to a fallen angel in her bed.”
“oh please,” the woman on top howled, “that’s a clever way for you to acknowledge my devilishness.”
“how could i not, my love?” she pulled on one of y/n’s hands to place a kiss on her knuckles, slowly inching up to her forearm, her shoulders and finally behind her ear.
“my sweet little fallen angel, oh how charming you are.”
before the said angel could respond to the praises given to her by her divinely tall other half, multiple knocks were heard on the door; four consecutive knocks followed by a short pause then another set of four knocks echoed into the silent room. judging from larissa’s sour expression, it was clear who the interruptor was.
the taller woman stared at her office door from her place in the bedroom before she reached to pull the covers on their bodies, “maybe if we stay silent, she’ll go away.” she whispered under the sheets.
y/n merely gave a breathy chuckle, “you know one of these days, you’re gonna regret disliking wednesday.”
larissa rolled her eyes, “until that day comes, i just want peace and quiet with my lovely wife.”
the knocks grew significantly louder, a muffled “i know you’re in there principal weems.” was heard from the other side of the door. y/n laughed at the sound of the young addams persistently wanting to catch their attention, definitely not at larissa’s frustrated pout.
she leaned down to place a chaste kiss on larissa’s lips, “you go on and see what she’s up to, i’ll be in the bathroom if you need me.”
as soon as she tried to get up from her place, she heard a whine escape the taller woman’s lips. her body was frozen in place as larissa kept her hold tight.
“you’re really going to leave me to deal with her consequences and not offer to let me shower with you? just how cruel are you!”
“alright, alright. how about you go talk to her and i’ll wait here on the bed instead.”
with the encouraging sound of wednesday, and apparently enid, yelling from the door, larissa finally sighed and let go of the woman’s hips. she leaned forwards to sit up, her lips on y/n’s as she blindly maneuvered her hand to grab whatever clothing was on the floor from last night’s shenanigans.
without looking, her hands moved through the smooth material and felt buttons. the buttons on the shirt she pulled now haphazardly put on, she moved to achingly leave the bedroom and quickly strided through the doorway and beelined towards the office door. larissa finally opened it to reveal two of her headaches (one not so much, just more of an accomplice) just enough not to show the open bedroom door and her legs, only her upper body.
“miss addams, miss sinclair,” she smiled in greeting, “it’s 6 in the morning, what are you two doing up and what do you want?” she didn’t mean to sound harsh, but given the circumstances, she had every right to be exasperated.
enid grinned, albeit awkwardly, “good morning principal weems! we were actually here to ask if you could drive us to jericho?”
larissa furrowed her brows, “first of all, why on earth. second, it’s too early, come back later. and third, what are you up to?”
her eyes were focused on wednesday, as if directing the questions to her. the addams girl was eerily silent, though her usual piercing gaze was ever so present. the werewolf next to her happily answered the questions, desperately trying to end the awkward staring/glaring session her principal/mom-figure and roommate were having.
“number one: there’s a major book sale ongoing at simply booked and the flea market. number two: we’d happily come back later but we’re afraid that we won’t reach in time since the store closes earlier during weekends. and third, we plan on having a date at the diner afterwards.”
wednesday finally spoke, “it’s not a date, it’s a brainstorming session about our chosen novels over coffee.”
“same thing!” enid bickered. larissa found her glare softening, if anything she saw both y/n and herself at the two.
“alright,” she sighed, “come back in two hours. the bookstore doesn’t close until 4 and you’ll have more than enough time to do what you want without breaking the rules. now please, go back to your dorm.”
larissa received a thank you and a nod from the pair, sighing deeply and moving to close the door. except she didn’t, she froze. the voice of wednesday piercing the comfortable silence.
“i didn’t think you liked wearing red silk shirts, principal weems.” she tilted her head in curiosity.
the principal gave a soft “what?” and peered down, before groaning and blushing softly. she was right, it wasn’t common for larissa to wear anything but gray, silver, and white. the splash of color was so obvious, no wonder wednesday was so eerily silent earlier.
“i.. y-yes.” larissa cleared her throat, “i was thinking of adding color to my wardrobe and red seems like a fitting choice.”
the girl merely hummed a response, giving the principal one last look over before catching up to her roommate.
larissa found herself stumbling behind the door, hurriedly closing it and resting herself to deeply breathe in and out. her hands slowly inched to feel at the fabric on her body, how she failed to realize that she was wearing something brilliantly bright was beyond her. pulling the fabric closer by the collar, she sniffed. the scent of cedar wood and jasmine tea filled her senses and concluded her suspicions, the smell itself made her automatically walk towards the conjoined bedroom.
peacefully did her wife sit, reading a physical copy of dracula with her upper body shining underneath the sunlight, barely covered with the thick, dark gray duvet. y/n moved her face to look at the source of sound, her eyes lagging behind to finally take a good look at her wife.
“oh dear lord,” she stifled her laughter with her hand, the book now discarded on her lap.
the tall principal was standing there, her face as red as the shirt she was wearing with her long, ivory legs out for display. she grumbled, her face in her hands as she moved closer to the bed and plopped on it.
her hands moved to cover herself from the harsh cold of the morning and pulled her still laughing wife into her arms, “not a word.”
y/n, who was now holding a hiding larissa, guffawed. “wednesday pointed it out, didn’t she?”
“i said,” larissa peeked her head from the duvet and covered y/n’s smiling mouth with her hand, “not. a. word.”
y/n merely laughed harder at her words.
#principal weems x reader#larissa weems x reader#principal weems#larissa weems#gwendoline christie x reader#gwendoline christie#wednesday#wednesday addams x enid sinclair#wenclair#hehe blushing principal weems go brr
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do you guys like reading the principal weems x oc (edith sinclair) fics or would you want me to go back to the y/n ones? i love edith but i need to know what you guys would like too :D
#larissa weems x reader#principal weems x reader#gwendoline christie#i'm just gay for larissa and my oc i'm sorry
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I have a thought: Principal Weems cosplaying as Captain Phasma. The end.
OH. MY. GOD. YES!!!!!!!!!!!
i have literally no knowledge abt star wars except for the saying "may the force be with you" (i'm being honest, it's sad ik TT) but i would love to see this
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