#and setting it to post wednesday

[hoforwonho]

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday thursday

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @weewootruck thank you 💖 tagging y'all back for friday lol

(I was so sure it's still Wednesday and only checked after I prepared the post so fuck it, posting it now lol)

don't look at me, I started another bucktommy wip 🙈 istg these two inspire me like no other ship ever has lmao the problem is i can't finish anything bc I constantly have new ideas

this one is inspired by mgk's song "twin flame" bc it was stuck in my head and it makes me think about the invisible string theory, and I'm a little insane about them clearly haha - I have most of the dialogue outlined so now I just gotta write the fic around it and hopefully it'll be done soon and I can get back to all the other ones lol I feel like for each writing game i post a snippet of something totally different 🙈

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He’s so focused on admiring every little feature of his boyfriend’s face, thinking about how much he loves him and wants to spend forever with him, he startles when suddenly Tommy turns his head, his blue eyes on Buck now, smiling softly.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, a hint of concern audible.

“Yeah.” Buck smiles, his hand on Tommy’s chest tracing small patterns on his pec over the fabric of his t-shirt. “All good.”

“You sure? I’ve felt you stare at me for like ten minutes straight.” Tommy raises an eyebrow.

“Can’t I admire my hot pilot boyfriend for a minute?” Buck answers and adores the blush on Tommy’s cheeks, the sound of his laughter filling him with warmth and affection

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[satans-knitwear]

She's only perfect 'cause shes far away

In the spaces in between you can be anything

Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me

[horrorshow]

The attraction and shared isolation of the siblings locates the work as operating in the tradition of Wuthering Heights, which Finney describes as an example of ‘the siblings-as-soulmates configuration’ […] in terms of the protagonists’ common status as outsiders and their incestuous love that transcends the values of the society that rejects them and the event of death itself. [...]

The consequences of denying the incestuous element of Catherine and Heathcliff ’s relationship are a denial of their love and a reduction of it to a pathological egotism. When, for example, Thormählen states that ‘I have avoided referring to the bond between Catherine and Heathcliff as “love” … because the nature of their passions fits no description of the concepts known to me’, she disregards the established conventions of Gothic and Romantic incest in which the representation of their love is, in part, grounded. — J. Diplacidi, Gothic incest: Gender, sexuality and transgression

Cathy and Heathcliff reach in death what they possessed in this world when they were unself-conscious children, and did not know of their separateness. They reach peace not through obedient acceptance of isolation, but through the final exhaustion of all their forces in the attempt to reach union in this life. Their heroism is, in Georges Bataille’s phrase, an “approbation of life to the point of death.” — J. Hillis Miller, The Disappearance of God: Five Nineteenth Century Writers

SUPERNATURAL + WUTHERING HEIGHTS for @wincestwednesdays prompt: American Gothic (pt 2: Endings)

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday but make it a short fic i wanna finish and post tonight

for fun you know (stressed) (based on this tumblr au)

“Excuse me, sir,” a man says, voice coming from beside his shoulder. Anakin keeps his eyes closed pointedly. If he just stays very quiet and very still, then maybe the man will go away. 

It doesn’t seem to work because a moment later, the man continues as if Anakin has given him any sort of indication that that’s an option. “Your shoes are untied.” 

Oh.

This again.

Anakin’s wrist, where the same words are written on his skin in dark blue soul ink, burns the way it always does when he hears that sentence. 

He can never tell if the ache is real or psychosomatic, if the lurch in his heart is a normal response to a half-connection—-a moment where someone speaks your words and you haven’t yet replied to either complete the match or prove it to be a coincidence—or if it’s just because Anakin’s a die-hard romantic and he always has been.

But today—today has been such a shit day. Today has been just such a shit day and he has no patience left for any well-meaning stranger, any lurches of his heart. He should have tied his damn shoes just to avoid this whole mess of an unwanted social interaction, but after nineteen years of having his laces untied, he’d just forgotten all about them as he closed up shop.

And now, this. 

When he opens his eyes and turns his head to face the stranger, he doesn’t actually think he’ll say anything but a very terse, thank you. Or I know. 

And then he sees the other man, an older guy with a well-groomed, perfectly trimmed beard, holding a jaunty umbrella that’s keeping the rain off of an impeccable looking fucking pea-coat in one hand and a dog’s leash in the other. The corgi at the end of the leash has on a fucking yellow raincoat, same shade as the umbrella, and when Anakin looks back at his face, the man raises a skeptical eyebrow, clearly having just given him the same sort of once-over he’s given the man and been struck deeply unimpressed.

“Mind your own fucking business, you fucking asshole,” Anakin snarls, stuffing his hands in his pockets and swinging back around to glare out at the busy street. The cars still have not slowed, the crosswalk light staying a faithful red.

The man beside him is silent for a moment, two. He’s probably never had anyone speak to him like that in his entire life, Anakin thinks derisively. Fucking uppercrust accent. Fucker puts a dog in a raincoat, he should be called an asshole more often, he’s obviously a fucking dick—

“Well, that’s no way to speak to a stranger,” the man says primly, and Anakin’s body feels electric because he’s had a shit day and he’s not about to stand here on this cold, dirty street corner and be lectured by a man who puts raincoats on his dog.

He whips his head around, mouth already pulled back in an animalistic snarl, and the man pulls his hand out of his coat pocket and shakes the sleeves back. Where a normal rich snob may have a heavy watch, this man’s wrist is empty—save for the tail end of the word asshole.

“Or to your soulmate,” the man adds.

[plumdale]

It’s getting reaaaal

[sexynetra]

Okay gang I’m back on my writing bullshit, what do we want for wip Wednesday this week?

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday 💔

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 Thank you lovely 💖

Okay besties, angsty Buddie fic is complete (!) and being reviewed by some expert eyeballs. So, one last snippet before it posts (prev snippet here)

“You never said anything. Not a word.” It’s not a question. He doesn’t want the justification right now. Maybe not ever.

Eddie can’t bear to look in Buck’s direction, but he can picture the way he’s likely trying to make himself smaller. The way he’s visibly unsure of himself, looking far younger than his forty-two years.

“Buck, the day you left was one of the worst fucking days of my entire life. Second only to the day I realized you were never coming h- back. All things considered, that’s really saying something. I mean, I almost lost my son to a natural disaster, and watched my wife die. Not to mention watching you die.” Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, folding his arms across his chest like he could hope to contain every emotion sparking and threatening to burst out of him. “A long time ago I reminded you what it is to be part of a team. And I forgave you.”

The enormity of what he says next awkwardly fills his mouth. The shape of the words are clunky and foreign, tasting bitter as they roll off his tongue in a hushed whisper. “I don’t know if I can this time.”

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @spotsandsocks @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @rmd-writes @apothecarose @welcometololaland my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @exhuastedpigeon @underwater-ninja-13 @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming and anybody else with something to share!

[confetticlues]

i have my fourth knee surgery wednesday morning and it’s so comforting to imagine steve and blue being there for me in the recovery period afterwards 🩷

[asanjou]

king jeremy with ambiguous sword circa whatever the fuck year

[fate-defiant]

POV you're the jarchivist and you cannot for the life of you tell if this German kid that claims he has reality-warping superpowers is pulling your leg or not(also he literally named his pet duck "Duck" who fucking does that)

[eueclid]

gm

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Jet Pack Blues - Fallout Boy

for @wincestwednesdays free space

[quinoariver]

"Hey. Thank you." "Don't thank me. Pay me back by living."

There's a bunch of scenes from this weeks chaos episodes that I really wanted to draw but I didn't have a lot of time so i settled for a quick sketch of Xainan's ???? eye situation????? Also Naeem is there because I like when things are gay.

[ID in alt text]

[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Duo Detectives!

Summary:

Enid does not trust Tyler, not in the least. SO when Wednesday skips away to get a ride for him she doubles back to make sure the girl won't be ambushed in the parking lot or something.

Instead she finds herself pursuing Tyler into the woods and witnesses his trust nature and the death of Rowan

Wednesday, now armed with a secondary witness and ally is determined to fin out the truth behind Rowan's death, the prophecy and most of all...

Why Principle Weems and Sheriff Galpin are coordinating to cover up Tyler's murders?

Concept.

So yeah, basically expanding on the fact Enid seemed to have an intense distrust and dislike for Tyler and that leading to her being in the know of the monster and murders.

The reason this isn't taken straight to Weems is because thanks to Enid's assistance they are able to determine she is a shapeshifter and so start thinking Weems is in on it.

As opposed to desperately scrambling to keep the school open. Her penchant for trying to encourage outreach day and whitewashing history does not engender trust.

Because of these elements, I imagine Enid only explains all this side of stuff to Wednesday after joining her looking for Rowan's remains. Likely by sneaking her out earlier by using Wednesday joining the Black Cats and collecting paint from Xavier as a pretense.

The Hyde also freaks Enid out on an instinctively level because rather than true Outcasts they are more like a generational curse applied to several families. An external, magical parasite that was made from a Lycans spirit being mutilated and attached to a human to make living weapons in ages past. E

Enid remembers her mom telling her stories about the "Hyde Hunters" who killed little Wolves who could not transform because they were easy targets and used their skin to make bastardizations of true werewolves.

Notes:

The duo also can't determine if Bianca is a pawn, heir apparent or totally unaware. She isn't helping by being more involved, more effective and potentially trying to seduce Enid after Weds revealed the Nightshades to her & Yoko got guilt bombed, so Enid was offered membership and revealed she used to have a crush on Bianca.

Bianca (Strokes Enid's chin and walks away) I'll be waiting~ Enid: (Drops to the ground) Oh you're really in it now Sinclair.

Not sure of much passed that point but yeah, them thinking Weems is the mastermind is a huge part of why the case drags on.

Oh also the Nightshades actually do stuff, mostly smuggling and the like.

Eugene is also aware of all this as his hive hut is the main base of operation but he generally just observes and offers suggestions till he gets injured.

The basic premise is "Wednesday, but what if Enid was Wednesday's partner in the crime solving?"

I had the amusing idea of switching out the "Apologize to Thing or I won't help you" with Enid just going with her but Thing very deliberately only riding on Enid's shoulder and basically giving Weds the silent treatment for that segment of investigation.

Its fun to tinker with these things and see how "Investigate Rowan's death" can still happen but in very different ways

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia front restaurant please!!!

WIP Wednesday (8/30) | Mafia Restaurant AU

“He saw my gun,” Neil says once he’s back in the kitchen. Kevin and Jean had been laughing, but both of them go silent.

“What?” Kevin asks with wide eyes. That annoying shade of green follows him as Neil goes to lean against the corner with a hand to his forehead. “What do you mean he saw your gun?”

“I mean, one of the guys saw my gun,” Neil pulls his jacket out of the way and Kevin gasps. Jean curses under his breath.

“Why the fuck didn’t you leave that in here?” The taller man asks, clearly in disbelief.

“I didn’t think of it.” Neil says with a sigh.

“How did he react?” Jean asks.

“He made a joke about it. None of the others realized."

“Alright. We’re fine then.” Jean says with a shrug.

“I—” Kevin starts, but Neil cuts him off.

“Kevin, leave this to us. Go sit in the car if you have to.”

“No. I’m…” Kevin makes a face. “I can help.”

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