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kai tries to draw faces that are similar but different

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I have deep love for the cat.

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this post was a sneak attack to crack me up

Yoko: Hey Divina, why did it take Wednesday so long to come out of the closet?

Divina: Uh— why?

Yoko: Cuz of all the gay skeletons in the way!

Divina: 😩

Wednesday: Straight.

Vampire and siren jerk in surprise at the seer’s sudden appearance.

Yoko: Wh-Whut?

Wednesday: I’m certain that they are quite straight.

Yoko: They?

Divina: Are??

Wednesday: 🤔

Wednesday: Mostly certain.

— Back in Wednesday’s closet. —

Skeleton 1: Hey, I’m bored. You wanna bone?

Skeleton 2: Them’s some narrow hips. You also a dude?

Skeleton 1: Yeah. Problem?

Skeleton 2: Nah. C’mon, let’s clack uglies.

Enid: *outside closet* WEDNESDAY!! IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!!

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Olympics AU: Rachel Elizabeth Dare 💚 and Lester Papadopoulos ☀️

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I miss you Imperial Trio...

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,Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, should get a tag in the archive warnings

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made a part two to the dynamic chart with Reyna Nico and Thalia for @alex-fierro-supremacy who requested it :)

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True, having a mental disorder is a reasoning not an excuse for behavioral problems

Maybe this is a controversial take but when did people decide that having mental disorders means you don’t have to face consequences for your actions? Like if I have a mental breakdown because of my bipolar disorder and say hurtful things to someone I’m going to apologize and take responsibility for my actions. I might tell them *why* I had a breakdown but I’m not going to act like they’re the bad one for being upset by my actions. I’m not going to villainize someone for saying “honestly, I don’t want to hang out with you after you said those hurtful things to me.” Because my own actions are *my* responsibility. Your mental illness can’t take responsibility for you and acting like you’re absolved of your hurtful actions just because you have a disorder just makes you a dick.

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five meter tall walls

I've got five meter tall walls, that protectet me from the outside and build my palace inside of it. It took a therapist for me to see that a wall without a door is a prison. Only now, as i'm able too look from the other side at the five meter tall walls am I'm able to see what they are. I can't see the palace inside of it anymore trough the solid bricks, but i can see the door. I'm able go back whenever i want and leave whenever i want. The door within these five meter tall walls ist here.

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This happened at least once on their quest trust

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lovely fanart

But please make your speedpaint AI proof so it can`t be stolen.

Insomnia hit, and this is what came of it.

I couldn't figure out which background, sooooo I ended up just posting all three! I'll include the art process because those are always fun!

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I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

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absolutly lovely

you schould post it on ao3

The World is Loud (So Step into My Office)

Summary: Wednesday is eating lunch and becomes overstimulated by all the noise and she flees the cafeteria. She runs into Principal Weems, who invites her to eat in the quiet of her office.

Word count: 1,488

Notes: So basically, we have autistic Wednesday getting overstimulated by all the chaos in a cafeteria full of hungry teenagers lol. Larissa offers her a quiet place to eat lunch every day. Simple, clean, and neat! This is post season 1 so Wednesday and Larissa are closer. You know, bonding over almost dying on the same night and all! So Wednesday isn’t so averse to help from others, at least those she trusts.

It was just another normal, typical, loud day at Nevermore for Wednesday and she was once again eating lunch in the loud cafeteria. Unfortunately, it was also her name day, Wednesday, which meant that neither Enid or Eugene or any of her other acquaintances were sharing a lunch period with her today and weren’t here to act as a buffer between her and the rest of the noise and chaos of hundreds of other students also eating lunch and talking and screaming and laughing and being so loud!

At some point, Wednesday simply couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up and stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving her lunch behind as her mind was too overloaded with stimuli to pay attention to anything beyond the feeling of her own blood pumping underneath her skin. As the seer stomped out of the room and through the hallway, she wasn’t paying attention to anything around her and she accidentally bumps into the principal of the academy, the sudden stop shocking her back into reality. She looks up at the much taller woman and sees barely concealed concern across her face as she smiles kindly at the raven. “Miss Addams, is everything alright? You look… disturbed,” Principal Weems asks as she lifts a hand to put on Wednesday’s shoulder, the action causing the student to jerk back before she could even make contact. Weems smiles apologetically and pulls her hand back to hold her other in front of her, “Apologies, my dear. Hmm, if I had to guess, the cafeteria is a bit too loud today?”

Wednesday doesn’t give a verbal response, she can’t, but instead nods her head once, still looking up at the shapeshifter who still smiles, this time in comfort and understanding. The expression would’ve offended Wednesday a year ago, before that fateful and nearly fatal night under the blood moon, but now it actually has the intended effect on the seer, settling her mind if only slightly. The principal speaks once again, “Ah, and verbal shutdown as well?” A nod. “Hmm, well that is troublesome, isn’t it? Miss Addams, if it will help, you may come to my office for the rest of your lunch period? This way, you can have a quiet place to enjoy your meal and you won’t have to worry about teachers or staff questioning your whereabouts. Is that agreeable?”

Once again, Wednesday nods and turns to grab her forgotten lunch before she’s stopped by the older outcast, telling her that she’ll just order food to be delivered, whatever Wednesday wants. The seer widens her eyes in surprise, but they soon soften in a look of gratitude, her whole body slowly losing its tension in the presence of the woman she’s grown to trust and view as a genuine mentor figure since they both nearly lost their lives. A final time, Wednesday nods and the two make their way to the principal’s office.

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Wednesday lets out a heavy sigh as she finishes the last of her food that was delivered from an (the only) authentic Mexican restaurant in Jericho and sets the plastic container on the small table in front of the fireplace, lit at the shapeshifter’s offer.

Said shapeshifter, currently sitting at her desk, looks up from the paperwork she’s been focused on since finishing her own food and sees the raven staring at nothing. “Wednesday? Is everything alright, dear?”

For the first time since they bumped into each other, Wednesday speaks, though only in a whisper, “Everything is fine, Miss Weems. I am simply… at ease now. The silence here has been blissful to my mind. I appreciate this… all of this. Thank you.”

Weems smiles warmly and sets down her pen, leaning on her forearms over her desk, “I’m quite happy to hear that, Wednesday. And please, it was my pleasure! You know, you’ve grown so much since you first arrived here at Nevermore. I’m… proud of you, Wednesday. I hope you know that you are welcome in my office anytime should you need an escape from the usual havoc and mayhem of the rest of the school. Gods know I need the escape a fair amount myself.”

The joke brings a slight smile to Wednesday’s face as she stands and collects her garbage, throwing it away before grabbing her backpack and stepping up to the principal’s desk. “I’ll consider your offer. And once again, I thank you for allowing me this and for the meal. I must get to class now and thankfully, Enid will be there as well. She is… exceptional at balancing my mind.”

Weems simply smiles knowingly, though the raven and werewolf pair haven’t gone public with their relationship, it was quite obvious to everyone who knew them. The changes in both of them were plainly obvious and Larissa, well, she couldn’t be happier for the young couple. After all, it wasn’t a simple coincidence that she had assigned them to room together. But the blonde woman bites her tongue and instead rises up to see Wednesday out. Once the seer had left, Larissa returns to her desk, but instead of getting back to the piles of paperwork, she pulls forward her laptop and makes an easy purchase. She then returns to her paperwork with a warm smile on her face, wishing she could be there to see Wednesday’s face when she receives the gift.

*A Few Days Later, in Wenclair’s Room*

A knock at the door has Enid standing up from her bed, pocketing her phone, and walking over to open it, slightly confused as she doesn’t see anyone standing there. She then looks down at the floor to see a black gift box with white ribbon on it. It’s pretty clear who it’s for just by looking at it, but Enid still checks the little card attached to make sure, and confirms it’s for her roommate/girlfriend and is surprised to see who it’s from. The werewolf steps back inside the room and walks over to Wednesday, who’s sitting at her desk, studying homework. “Hey babycakes-”

“I told you not to-”

“You have a gift! From Principal Weems, too! Here, open it!” Enid sets the black box onto Wednesday’s desk and the seer glares at it curiously.

She glances up at her girlfriend and questions, “Are you really going to stand there and watch me open it?”

“Of course, silly! You don’t get gifts very often, this is a special occasion!” Enid responds cheekily, nudging her girlfriend to hurry up and open the gift box. Wednesday pulls at the ribbon and lays it on top of her homework, then lifts the lid and looks inside, rolling her eyes at the gratuitous amount of black tissue paper concealing whatever was inside the box. After nearly thirty seconds of pulling out tissue paper, Wednesday finally sees what’s inside and pulls it out to get a proper look. She’s confused for a moment before she hears her girlfriend gasp. “Oh wow…” the werewolf breathes, “Those are… some seriously expensive headphones! Holy shit! Miss Weems really went all out!”

Wednesday’s confusion only grows as she asks, “What in the nine circles would inspire her to gift me headphones?” She then reads some of the text on the package holding the headphones and whispers, “Noise-canceling? Enid?”

Enid finally notices the seer’s confusion and explains, “Oh, noise-canceling! I mean, pretty obviously, they cancel out noise. But like, they’re commonly used by autistic people and people with sensitivity to loud noises in order to make them more comfortable! Honestly, baby, I really think you’d like them! It’ll take a bit to get used to wearing them on your head, but seriously, having these handy will help a lot! Especially when I or our friends can’t be around to act as a buffer for you.”

Wednesday nods in understanding and fascination. As she stares at the box, she feels emotion build up in her chest at the kind gift. Principal Weems. By Satan herself, Wednesday was certainly wrong with all her initial assumptions of the tall shapeshifter back during her first semester here at Nevermore. She feels only a sliver of guilt at how she had treated the woman during that time, but more than that, she feels a huge swell of gratitude for being given the chance to know her better after their near-death experiences.

The raven looks away from the box in her hands and up at her blonde girlfriend and speaks softly, “Enid? Will you… assist me in setting these up? I would like to try them out.”

Enid smiles so widely it would’ve hurt her cheeks if she wasn’t so used to it. “Of course, babycakes!”

Wednesday growls, “I told you-”

“Willa, baby girl, love of my life, most adorable girl I have ever known? Give it up. I’m literally never gonna stop calling you that. Especially not with how much you blush when I do!”

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By aurora.roseluv IG

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Hint for Friendsgiving

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so fricking adorable

HoO FANS WAKE UP WAKE UPPPPP

ITS FRANK ITS FRANK IT IS FRANKKKK

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I think the main reason for Wednesday being mean is that she forces herself to get up every morning early despite not being a morning person