#Wednesday 27

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Animal of the Day!

Rock Ptarmigan (Lagopus muta)

(Photo by Cameron Eckert)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Greenland; Iceland; Northern North North America; Northern Asia

Size (Weight/Length)- 600 g; 35 cm; 60 cm wingspan

Diet- Leaves; Flowers; Berries; Seeds; Plant buds

Cool Facts- The rock ptarmigan is one of the only birds to have the ability to change color. These grouse are brown in summer and slowly switch to white over a period of several weeks once snow begins to fall. Instead of migrating south when temperatures drop, rock ptarmigan shelter down and brave the storm. Unable to store large amounts of fat like other overwintering birds, rock ptarmigan are forced to constantly eat to stay warm. Males sport bright red eye combs that are used to gain mates. The brighter the color, the healthier the rock ptarmigan, and the more likely he is to pass on his genes.

Rating- 11/10 (I still have no idea how to pronounce their name.)

[jtl-fics]

Happy (early) thanksgiving ash!! I hope you have a good week and holiday :)

Might I request some TBD <333

11/27/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

Neil interrupted his thoughts about his nieces before he could really deal with his strained relationship with their mother and father. “I told him that…that if he really cares about you that he’d let you have a clean break. Away from the Moriyamas.” Neil explains in Russian. 

Ophellia vacates the living room, running off with a giggle. 

Kevin calls again. 

Andrew takes it. “Kevin,” he says as if he hadn’t ignored the previous two calls. 

“Andrew, your brother and boyfriend are assholes.” Kevin starts off before letting out a huge puff of nervous air, “and so am I. I just-“

“Kevin,” Andrew can hear Kevin tense, “take a breath.”

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Armin is such a girl dad. He’d love brushing and styling his daughters hair and would choose the cutest outfits. He’s the type to not care that he’s missing work to go to the father daughter dance or their dance concert or mini graduation. I’m all for girl dad Armin. ༯

[clogginbloggingoggin]

happiest of walton wednesdays this thanksgiving week for anyone in the states!!

the shield cast photos!!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hello and happy Wednesday!! I'd like either demon or mer Neil pls!!

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 96)

After a couple hours of Andrew's terrible directions and terrible music taste, Neil is relieved when the other boy announces they're nearing the Las Vegas exit. Neil reaches over to turn the radio down so he can focus and surprisingly, Andrew doesn't immediately crank it back up. He'd been doing that all afternoon. Usually when Neil was least suspecting it. It was like he thought it would be fun to make Neil crash the car and kill them both in a fiery explosion.

Luckily, Neil's not easily spooked. Well not by a radio anyway.

"So... After you get your new identity made, are we getting a room here tonight?" Andrew asks as Neil crosses a couple lanes to take the exit into Vegas. Neil drums his fingers on the top of the steering wheel and follows a van onto the exit ramp, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he considers it. Finally, he clears his throat.

"No. I wanna be out of Nevada by nightfall," He says decisively. He needs to put some distance between them and Lola. "We'll stop in, uh, Utah."

"What's in Utah?"

"Nothing," Neil answers. "That's why we'll stop there. Then tomorrow, we'll get up and get going. We need to get to Colorado."

"Why?"

"I have some money stashed there. Or rather, my mom did." Neil says, avoiding Andrew's gaze. He coughs. "Either way, we can’t really afford to stop for long. So—”

"You didn't look like a shark to me."

"I—" Neil blinks and glances at Andrew. "What?"

"Sharks have to keep moving. If they're stationary for too long, they die. You are acting like a shark when you're a..." Andrew gives him a long look and waves a hand in the air. "Reddish-orange tropical something or other."

Neil's stomach clenches. "Don't call me that."

"What? Tropical?"

"Yes." Neil says through gritted teeth, the memory of Lola's harsh laugh invading his memory. He uses a hand to rub his wrist, as if that alone could erase the feeling of her nails digging into his skin.

"Fine." Andrew accepts with no argument. "But you're not a shark. There are no reddish-orange sharks."

"Not a shark." Neil confirms. "But we have to keep moving, because Lola's got a nose like one."

"I don't think I like this woman very much." Andrew says. "She has claws, a nose like a shark. What else, Neil? Has she got fangs and slitted pupils too?"

"Not sure, I try not to look at her face." Neil mutters. Then his gaze flicks down to the dashboard beyond the steering wheel and his heart leaps from his chest when he sees the needle on the gas gauge drooping to the left a bit. He swings into the closest, overcrowded gas station and pulls up to the pumps.

[zyrafowe-sny]

November 27th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks: Wanksgiving

Lines are going under a cut since many are NSFW and overindulge in music puns/word play (Raine was head of the bard coven). Will stay anon on AO3 until December 5th.

@spindoctor3875

Raine's always performed best for an audience of one. Eda, specifically. And they're ready to show her — once again — just how clever their tongue and mouth and fingers can be. (Though they're not expecting chords and arpeggios to come out of this particular instrument — there's some chance of a trill, but moans and keens are a little more likely.)

@kalira

Raine gently nuzzles Eda's legs apart. A shy hand threads through their (greying) hair as Raine's fingers twist around flaming curls. Eyes closed, they breathe her in. Hungrily, Raine presses a kiss to a (trembling) inner thigh before lips meet lips.

@quietly-sleeping

There are benefits to having a musician as a lover. Raine's tongue starts soft, piano — enough to tease, excite. (Forceful comes later.) A skilled finger enters into play, strumming her just so even as Raine takes advantage of their lung capacity and doesn't pause to breathe.

@whimsicalmeerkat Hah! This is just a little trio of smubbles — I wound up with a drabble sequence of 28 100 word drabbles and smubbles for Dragontines back in February. (Last Wanksgiving was my first ever foray into writing smut and they got me because of the drabble format.)

(When Raine eventually rests and tastes a (now wet) finger, Eda's heart responds by increasing the tempo.) As the crescendo builds to its climax, Eda's voice joins the song as a counter-melody. And then she shudders — a struck gong that continues to vibrate. Raine eases her through the diminuendo, and finally she stills. "Encore?"

[floridaboiler]

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Animal of the Day!

La Gomera Giant Lizard (Gallotia bravoana)

(Photo by Christoph Moning)

Conservation Status- Critically Endangered

Habitat- La Gomera Island

Size (Weight/Length)- 50 cm

Diet- Leaves; Grasses; Fruits; Insect larvae

Cool Facts- The La Gomera giant lizard only lives on its namesake island in the Canary Islands. These large reptiles were only known by skeletal remains by 1985. On another trip, a total of six adults were found to remain in 1999. La Gomera Island originally lacked any land predators, the majority of the native residents being lizards, birds, and a single species of bat. Unfortunately, Europeans arriving in the 1200’s resulted in feral cats and rats infesting the island and driving the La Gomera giant lizard to near extinction. Multiple individuals have since been removed from the island and placed into a captive breeding program, resulting in 90 wild lizards and 45 captive ones.

Rating- 12/10 (Herbivorous, massive lizard.)

[jtl-fics]

Hii

Could I request some TBD? I missed last week's but I caught it this time! I'm excited to see how Andrew deals with Aaron's planning of/involvement in the scheme

Also, I don't think I've said it before but I love love love that Nicky packaged all the mementos for Andrew, it's just so sweet

Have a good week : )

12/4/24 - WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

He turns to Neil who is looking at him with a blank face that tells Andrew that he’s nervous. “We’re fine.” He says and Neil nods, relaxing back.

***

Andrew stays with Neil at Smith’s house for longer than he should. He knows that he’s avoiding the situation with his brother and knows that Aaron wants to talk based on the number of times his brother has texted, called, and left voicemails asking for that.

Andrew just can’t bring himself to return the messages, but he also doesn’t delete any of them.

He thinks part of his hesitation is that he’s very comfortable where he is at. Neil’s in-law suite is incredibly comfortable. He enjoys spending time with the children, even the time that Wren vomited all over his shirt hadn’t bothered him much.

12/11/24 WIP Wednesday: HERE

[belvedia02]

Día 27: Rainy Day

Fandom: Wednesday TV 2022

Relationship: Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair

Words: 1,532

Resumen: Enid permanece junto a Wednesday en un día de lluvia.

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Wednesday esa mañana lluviosa despertó algunas horas más tarde de su hora acostumbrada, esa noche no pudo conciliar el sueño hasta altas horas de la madrugada, el motivo no fue la intensa lluvia de la noche, porque le agrada el sonido de las gotas cuando arremetieron con fuerza en su techo, ni los apacibles escenarios que se imaginó antes de caer en la inconsciencia del sueño por la influencia de sus visiones de este último tiempo, la razón era la presencia de Enid, quien la tenía abrazada y Wednesday no pudo zafarse de su cálido abrazo porque cada vez que lo intentaba Enid murmuraba su nombre o más bien, una abreviación y la sujetaba con más fuerza. 

Wednesday no tenía deseos de alejarse de Enid, sin embargo, su cuerpo le pedía una taza de café y también estaba pensando en los motivos de Enid para estar aquí, recordó que ella misma evitó el tema, la razón es bastante simple, ella no necesitaba oír alguna excusa por parte de Enid para estar con ella, porque Wednesday, se estaba preparando para ir a buscarla cuando Enid se presentó en su puerta. 

Wednesday giró su vista hacia la derecha, casi tocando sus frentes, si ella lo deseaba incluso podría hasta besarla, pero ese gesto físico y que demostraría el afecto que siente por ella, tenía otro escenario, por ahora solo tendría que esperar que los sucesos previos se fueran desarrollando de forma natural entre ellas. 

Wednesday sujetó otra vez la muñeca derecha de Enid que estaba por encima de su cintura y logró liberarse de ese suave apretón.  Enid se giró hacia el lado contrario y siguió durmiendo. 

Wednesday salió en silencio, caminó hasta la cocina para revisar su despensa y preparar un desayuno para Enid, vio que tenía los suficientes ingredientes para hacer pancakes. Así que ella comenzó a mezclar la harina, el azúcar y la sal. 

Enid parpadeo un par de veces antes de estar completamente consciente del lugar donde estaba, ella se cubrió el rostro con la almohada, la que usó Wednesday y aspiró su aroma, sintiéndose afortunada. 

Enid estiró los brazos deseando quedarse más tiempo en ese cálido lugar, pero debía volver al lugar donde estaba su tienda de campaña para saber el estado de todo lo que estaba dentro de allí y tampoco deseaba incomodar a Wednesday imponiendo su presencia. Cuando salió del dormitorio, pudo sentir un agradable aroma, así que ella fue hasta el lugar de donde provenía, la cocina y vio a Wednesday sujetando el sartén. 

Una vista que podría acostumbrarme. Pensó mientras se acercaba. 

—Buenos días Wednesday—. Enid inclinó su cabeza para besar la mejilla de Wednesday, pero detuvo bruscamente esa acción y retrocedió un par de pasos, ruborizándose levemente.  

Wednesday estaba concentrada en freír la masa que no escuchó cuando Enid entró en la cocina y se sorprendió cuando habló —¿Te gustan los pancakes?— Fue su saludo. 

—¡Me fascinan!—. Enid diría eso si también le ofreciera cereales o frutas como su primer alimento del día, después de varias horas de comer solo malvaviscos. 

Wednesday siguió preparando un par más y los fue apilando en un plato para finalmente agregar miel. Enid se acercó a la pequeña mesa y se sentó en una de las dos sillas que estaban situadas una frente a la otra. 

Wednesday le sirvió el plato a Enid junto con un tenedor, ella de inmediato comió una gran porción. 

—Exquisito—. Enid dijo con dificultad porque todavía estaba masticando. Wednesday dejó la taza de té en la mesa, antes de buscar la suya y sentarse a desayunar con Enid. 

—No recordaba la receta con exactitud, pero es tan simple que cualquiera que tenga un mínimo de habilidades en la cocina es capaz de prepararlos—. Wednesday conocía otra variedad de esa receta, una que preparaba su abuela cuando iba de visita, sin embargo, ella reemplaza y agregaba otros ingredientes más acorde con su gusto por lo picante.    

—¿Vas a probarlos?— Enid preguntó después de casi comer la mitad de ellos. 

—No, estoy bien con mi café—. Wednesday bebió un gran sorbo y siguió observando a Enid quien tosió un par de veces porque casi se ahoga por comer tan deprisa.

—¿Estás bien?— Wednesday solo la miró porque no era un caso extremo para que ella aplicara la técnica de Heimlich.  

—Sí—. Enid dijo con dificultad después de toser una vez más y bebió un sorbo de té. 

Su desayuno transcurrió con tranquilidad por momentos la lluvia era más fuerte, un excelente ruido de fondo para una apacible primera actividad del día.  

—Gracias por todo Wednesday, no solo por el desayuno, también por dejarme alojar contigo anoche, lo aprecio bastante—. Enid terminó su agradecimiento con una sonrisa que mostraba sus relucientes dientes y que Wednesday recién pudo notar que sus colmillos eran unos milímetros más largos que para un ser humano normal. 

—Yo—. Wednesday tuvo que toser para aclarar su voz, porque estaba fascinada con la apariencia casi salvaje de Enid.— No debes darme tantos agradecimientos. 

Enid se levantó de su silla, ya era el momento para salir y verificar las cosas que dejó abandonadas anoche.

—¿Dónde vas?— Wednesday parpadeó , porque creyó que compartirían unos momentos más hablando y conociéndose mejor.

—Debo ver qué tanto daño hizo la tormenta de anoche a la tienda—. Wednesday estuvo de acuerdo y volvió a ofrecer una de sus pocas prendas de ropa que eran lo suficientemente grandes para Enid. Una vez más le ofreció el cuarto de baño para cambiarse y ella lo haría en su dormitorio. Luego de algunos minutos volvieron a encontrarse en la sala principal.

—Tus botas están afuera y tu abrigo todavía está húmedo—. Wednesday vio a Enid con su buzo deportivo negro y con sus pies descalzos, su cabello lo había atado en una media cola baja. 

—Supongo que nos veremos un día de estos—. Enid estaba cerca de la puerta y era las únicas palabras de despedida que verbalizó, sin demostrar su anhelo por permanecer refugiada este día de lluvia en compañía de Wednesday.

—Te acompañaré—. Wednesday le mostró su gran paraguas negros.

—¿Irás conmigo?, no deseo molestarte más—. Enid se alegró profundamente de caminar bajo la lluvia junto a Wednesday. 

Wednesday no contestó sino que se acercó a la puerta y la abrió, haciendo un gesto de Enid para que viera dónde están sus botas, junto a las suyas. 

Enid fue la encargada de llevarlo, caminaron juntas, tocando sus brazos y dependiendo del ritmo sus manos se rozaron algunas veces,  disfrutaron del sonido de la lluvia sobre la tela del paraguas, por lo que se les hizo demasiado pronto cuando vieron que la tienda de Enid permanecía en el mismo lugar. 

—Soy una buena campista después de todo—. Wednesday sostuvo el paraguas mientras Enid ingresó a la tienda, y encontró que si bien la tienda no fue derribada por los fuertes vientos, sí en en la parte trasera logró colarse el agua, mojando su bolsa de dormir y algunos pantalones y sweaters. Ella no dejó ninguno en su auto, donde podrían estar a salvo.

—Tal parece que tendrás que secar tu ropa en la cabaña—. Wednesday lo decía con sinceridad y no como sarcasmo porque Enid sí falló en algo tan fundamental como verificar el estado de la tienda en una noche de tormenta. 

—A este paso nos convertiremos en roomies—. Enid sonrió nerviosamente, suponiendo que Wednesday quizás no entienda el subtexto que hay detrás de esa simple frase.

—Serás la primera que pueda ostentar ese privilegio—. Wednesday estaba buscando una bolsa plástica para llevarse la ropa e indicando a Enid que es mejor desarmar su tienda y guardar todo en su auto, si no deseaba que algún animal del bosque vistiera sus ropas o se las comiera. 

Enid se ruborizó aún más, pero de inmediato hizo caso a las palabras de Wednesday y ordenó con rapidez y lo guardó todo en el maletero del auto.

—Es más cómodo que ir caminando—. Enid abrió la puerta del conductor y soltó su cabello para moverlo y así quitar el agua. Wednesday no daría toda la vuelta, cerró el paraguas y se sentó detrás de Enid, además era un trayecto corto. 

Enid estacionó cerca de la entrada de la cabaña, para evitar caminar demasiado tiempo bajo la lluvia, Wednesday sí abrió el paraguas porque debían sacar la bolsa con la ropa. Todos esos movimientos estaban tan coordinados que lograron evitar mojarse, solo Enid que ya tenía su cabello húmedo. 

Volvieron a dejar las botas cerca de la puerta junto con el paraguas y entraron. Wednesday sin soltar la bolsa caminó hasta la otra puerta que tenía la cabaña, hacia el sitio donde almacenaba la leña, un lugar adecuado para secar la ropa. Enid esta vez no se quedó esperando a Wednesday en la puerta, fue hasta la chimenea y movió la leña y la encendió. No tuvo mayores inconvenientes.

—Eres una estudiante aventajada—. Wednesday le dijo como una forma de felicitarla y se acercó. 

—Tengo una excelente maestra—. Enid movió sus manos cerca del fuego. 

Wednesday una vez más no dudo en calificar a los días de lluvia como sus favoritos, menos en este instante que estaba acompañada de la mujer de sus visiones. 

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Gracias por leer

Parte 5/8 de esta última historia.

[isupportzaynxliamxziam]

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

credits: Zayn's Instagram

[clogginbloggingoggin]

happy walton wednesday!! baby goggins time. >:)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I have sought out some wifi to request mer roadtrip please!

-@aftgphoenix

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 97)

ANDREW

Because Andrew had to piss, he volunteered to go inside and pay for the gas. Neil had handed him a couple bills and announced the number on the pump, as if Andrew couldn't see it. After taking care of business, Andrew had a couple bucks left so he's now staring at the refrigerated soda section. He grabs himself a bottle of Mountain Dew and taps out a message to Neil asking his preference.

He gets no reply.

"C'mon Neil. It's not a hard question." While he waits, Andrew runs his fingers over the keys. He almost gets the urge to dial Nicky's number, but fights it. He doesn't know what he'd do if Nicky didn't answer. Or what he'd do if he did. He doesn't want to talk about the last few months. He just wants to get home.

Fuck, what if he gets home and there's nothing there waiting for him? If his pod never made it back either. The thought makes his stomach roil and Andrew thinks perhaps he shouldn't have eaten that breakfast sandwich. He waits another few seconds then shoves through to the front of the store to look out the window. Neil's leaned up against the car with the nozzle shoved in the gas tank, staring out at the road. Andrew sends another message and huffs out a breath when it goes unread too.

Andrew snatches another bottle of soda, chucks a couple bucks at the cashier, and heads outside. As he's wedging the drinks into the cup holders, one of which is housing Neil's fucking phone, Neil climbs back into the car and shuts the door behind him before going for his seat belt.

"Do you like Coke?"

Neil shrugs. "It's fine I guess. Why?”

"I personally think it tastes like bathroom cleaner, but you didn't answer my text so you're stuck with it now." Andrew says, cracking the seal on his own drink and taking a swig. Ah, caffeine never tasted so good. He tosses Neil's phone into his lap. "Keep the fucking thing in your pocket."

NEIL

Neil gets the feeling he's being scolded, but he lets it slide off his back. He flips the phone open to see Andrew's text messages.

what drink hello neil wake up

Neil chews the inside of his jaw. "I'm not used to having a phone."

"Get used to it." Andrew demands. "You're supposed to answer when I message you, remember?"

"I know. I just forgot it."

"Don't forget it. It could save your life, idiot." Andrew says. Then he gestures out the windshield. "Let's go."

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[zyrafowe-sny]

November 27th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks: Whump-cember

The fic is up

@twyrewolf

He squinted, and thankfully that was enough to bring his would-be attacker into focus.

The beak was just a mask.

The monster was just a doctor.

Oh.

@asha10100101010

"You got in a serious motorhorse accident during last night's…events," she said. "Frankly, you're quite lucky to even be alive after a collision at that speed and that big of a fall — that's some good tech in that Institute armor. You've got an impressive list of broken bones — would you like to hear?"

@auburnlaughter

"Mmph," Todd tried to say in the negative, but the doctor took his mumble as a "Yes."

"Compound fractures in your radius and ulna, damage to all your wrist bones basically — ska-foid, loon ate, tricut rum, pissform…" The doctor kept droning on and on, apparently determined to list everything Todd had broken.

@somefishycat

He hadn't even known there were that many bones in the human body.

Finally, the doctor left after a nurse rapped at the door. With his help, Todd managed to slurp some sort of thin lukewarm soup through a straw. It tasted terrible, but he was told that the other option was a feeding tube, so he didn't complain. Not that he really could, anyway.

@rainy-weather-supremacy

The nurse said something about contacts not being a great idea after head injuries and regular glasses being bad for broken noses, so he carefully put some other lenses on Todd's face instead. Being able to see was better than everything being fuzzy, but thank Gloreth no one he knew was around to see him wearing them. Glasses were for nerds like Ballister, not for heroes like him.

@eriquin

Before he left, the nurse turned on the TV to keep Todd company, and with whatever was holding his jaw in place, Todd couldn't even ask him to change the channel. Instead, he was stuck watching the news. (Or just listening with closed eyes, when his vision began to swim.) For the rest of that day, and the day after that, and the next day, and the next day.

@wizisbored

It was torture.

Over and over, they kept replaying video of the cannon turning into the Kingdom. Then the monster girl changing into a monster bird and flying into the cannon, exploding along with it. 

@sourb0i

And the Director too, they said. There was just enough of her left to confirm it. (Gloreth, it was weird to try to imagine a world without her — she'd been his commander for over half his life and he kind of expected to retire from active duty before she did.)

@yaoi-vodka

Something clenched in his stomach the first time he saw footage of the shadow monster's walk through the Kingdom. There he was, flying away in terror. There he was, smashing into the sign of himself.

[laz-kay]

Today is tomorrow’s yesterday🥹

Hey, loves. Hope y’all had a joyous Wednesday! My body was exhausted when I got home yesterday evening, so much so that I didn’t eat dinner and went straight to bed after showering. I slept for around an hour before waking up and reading Solitz fanfics until 1am👀 I’m the problem, it’s me✌️