#but im not because its on a wednesday

[h0ney8ee]

i love being 30 years late to anything good. havent stopped listening to dookie since the green day concert

[szaryherbatnik]

Uhhh bling bling bitch

More purple version if u care because i truly cant decide which one i like more idk szare nation this was the main version earlier but i decided i prefer the less purple one

[raventrigonsdaughter]

For reference about what i said about Enid's werewolf height the other day, this is how crazy her size is in wednesday's description in the novel and i hope SO MUCH they never change it cause it's both fun and funny as fuck

Example 1:

Example 2:

Example 3:

And now the side by side with my favorite werewolves one of them having until now the title of biggest werewolf

PLEASE NETFLIX THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IT OPENS SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, KEEP IT, like, bring it into the show, also because the novelization as many others more likely than not was based on the show's early development and then still got approved in the end means that despite the weird ass golden retriver we got they were probably really going for a horror inducing werewolf in the finale, in the final side by side specifically if she was on all fours like in the show she would still be around Van Helsing's own height, this is insane, can my fellow werewolf nerds come talk about this we got a gold mine here on teenage show territory and i need more

[sonknuxadow]

Maybe you could try doodling Manic and or Sonia in werehog forms? Feel appropriate, make it a sibling thing (silly tone, no force)

THREE of them.....

[plasticsandwich]

remember to teach your local catgirls how to swim!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rowanisawriter]

wip wednesday

i’m writing (threat) bored olympian zagreus finding some entertainment in dying again and again because thanatos is always summoned to collect his uncollectable soul

edit: read it here

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“You are an Olympian.”

Zagreus waits, but no more words spill into the cool air between them. “Yes.”

“And you can die,” Thanatos continues.

“Yes. I suppose I can.”

“You suppose…” Thanatos trails into silence. He turns his head, looking toward the edge of the cliff. His profile is illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, his long nose, his pale eyebrows, eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. “So you’ve never done that before? Died?”

Zagreus pretends to think about it, tapping his chin with his finger. “Do you think you could come across me and forget it?”

Color rises in Thanatos’s cheeks, a pale smudge of gold. He keeps his eyes on the cliff. “No, I don’t think I could.”

“Then no, I haven’t done that before. Died.”

“And do you often jump off cliffs in the middle of the night in the middle of the wilderness by yourself?”

Zagreus purses his lips to keep back a smile. “It gets boring on Olympus. I thought this would break up the tedium a bit.”

Thanatos snorts. The sound is so unexpected that Zagreus drops his cool facade for just a moment, a smile bursting across his face. He refocuses on the fire, feeling Thanatos’s pale eyes on him again.

[magnolia-sunrise]

snapshots of a daydream

[thecultoflove]

(click on the clown images for better quality.. and yes my designs can be drawn for fanart! i've gotten a few asks about it before) anyways uh. just. thank you guys for supporting my art and helping me grow.. im not good with words i just am very thankful and thought i would never even make 20 followers. uhmm... ya!! you're all really cool.... but also . if you follow . just be aware you will see a lot of (dsmit <- don't seek me i'm trapped , au ) out of context .

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

The daycare music has become a song track in my life

Not even because i listen to it i will just be doing whatever and my computer will start to play it completely umprompted

[active-mind-15]

[Art related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

Since it was Halloween and also I finally replaced the nib on my Wacom pen, I thought it would be cute to draw baby Bokushi and Miyoko in matching Halloween costumes. For some reason, the first idea that popped into my head was Wednesday and Pugsley from The Addams Family, so that is what I went with in the end. It turned out cuter than expected. Technically I'm slightly late, but it's still Halloween on the West Coast, so for the sake of making the deadline, pretend my timezone is PST 😃. Enjoy!

[lady-murderess]

So, my Monster High Wednesday came and she is just beautiful. Mattel knocked it out of the park with her, she's so cool and I just love what they did with her uniform! Also, can we get some appreciation for the little Thing? He's so cute.

I absolutely love the box as well, like it's just so nice??? I do NOT want to take her out of the box 😭

[tennessoui]

new wip wednesday

i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮‍💨 but look! hunger games au fic!

Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone. 

But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.

So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.

But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.

Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow. 

But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know. 

“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.

Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.

Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.

Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.

But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.

Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too. 

He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.

He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.

He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping. 

[barb-l]

HEAR ME OUT--

[yuridotcom]

the wednesday show??? oh mein gott??? it was so good??? the plot twist was amazing and I can almost forgive the shitty love triangle between wednesday and the 2 boys because of it

ALSO THAT WENCLAIR HUG?? WOAH?? SHIT WAS MORE ROMANTIC THEN ANY KISS/ALMOST KISS

[sonknuxadow]

GAY ANIMALS JUMPSCARE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[m00ngbin]

TFS TUESDAY! BUT ACTUALLY TUESDAY THIS TIME!