#everyone knows they're addams coded

[smilefullofcaligari]

More half-assed voxval doodles before I pass out

They're so romantic it's killing me

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x Brother!reader - fear striking

do you think you could do a platonic (sibling or best friend type thing) with Wednesday and a male reader whos like a carbon copy of her but yk, male lol i think itd be funny cause theyd talk all morbid and shit like that or like in a secret code they came up with so no one bothers them and no one has any idea what they are talking about and why they're talking about it in the first place idk just feels like a fun idea yk? - Anon💜

Trudging into your sisters dorm, you looked around with a scowl on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Enid beamed.

She ran over and went to jump on you.

Before she could, you stepped to the side, watching as she fell to the floor and rolled over with a small grin on her face.

“Still not a hugger.”

She sat up and looked around.

“Wednesday isn’t here, but can I help you with something?”

You shook your head and walked over to Wednesday’s desk, pulling a lock pick from your pocket your crouched down and started to pick it.

Enid walked over and stood over you, watching in curiosity.

She didn’t think to question it, since Wednesday had done the same to your dorm not long ago.

After a few seconds it clicked and you slid it open, standing up as you held your hand out.

“That’s what I was hearing?!” She yelled.

“Yes, Wednesday locked both your phone and thing in the draw because he kept mocking her and your phone kept ringing.”

You handed Enid her phone and walked out of the dorm, telling thing he could hide in your dorm away from your twin.

It didn’t take long for Wednesday to figure out you freed her captive and she came storming it’s your dorm.

“Where is he?” She snapped.

You shrugged.

“Don’t ignore me.”

You carried on doing so while she started to look through your stuff.

“You won’t find him.”

“He deserved it.”

You rose a brow as she suddenly flicked language but you siding think twice about it.

“You know what he’s like.”

“Well he deserves to pay.”

Rolling your eyes your stood up and pulled a hoodie on, gesturing for Wednesday to follow you and she did, still arguing in multiple different languages that she was right.

You simply just ignored her until she finally changed the topic.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a meeting with Weems, apparently people don’t appreciate being tied up from stair rails.”

“I knew that was you.”

You shrugged a little bit, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you glared at some people in your way, making them jump back.

“They have a tendency to cry, and I do enjoy watching annoying people cry.”

“As do I, I watched him cry for ten minutes before someone helped him.”

You flicked your eyes to your sister, nodding towards her friends where they were talking in the quad.

Weems was busy talking with another student so you decided to wait and you all walked over.

“Hey Addams duo.” Ajax grinned.

“I’ll string him up next, maybe I’ll add some spiders at the bottom.”

“Please do, I’ll even help.”

“Seriously what language is that? It sounds like you just mashed a bunch of different ones together.” Xavier chuckled.

“We did.” Wednesday said.

“Yes, it is at least twenty different dead or near dead languages we learned when we were children.”

Enid, Ajax and Xavier stared at you both in disbelief.

“And you did this because…?” Enid asked.

“We wanted to plot against our family without them knowing.” You said in a bored tone.

Everyone nodded, they weren’t surprise really, so while they carried on their conversation you and Wednesday spoke more privately.

“If it isn’t the self appointed goth.”

You and Wednesday looked over the the siren.

“Bianca.” Wednesday said.

“(Y/N).” Bianca grinned.

You stared at her blankly.

“So I heard that the little freak next to you strung someone up and is going to be expelled because of it.”

Everyone went quiet.

“That wasn’t me.“ Wednesday said, “though I wish it was. Maybe I should do it to you? Hang you from the ceiling instead, and lay spikes underneath so when you fall you have a painful death?”

You smirked a little.

“You just are a little freak aren’t you?” Bianca snarled.

You hummed, rolling up your sleeves as you stared directly at you and took a daring step forward.

The entire quad went silent and Weems called your name.

“Wednesday didn’t do that, I did, and I have no qualms about doing it again to a self entitled siren. Perhaps I should start with a pretty rope around your neck, hm? Make sure you can’t use that siren song of yours.”

Bianca stumbled a few steps in fear as your hand reached out, cold skin trailing along her neck.

“Maybe I should tie you to some bricks and throw you in a lake, drowning, a fitting death for a siren hm?”

“You’re a monster…” she whispered.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“I’m insane…”

Wednesday stepped forward, blocking the annoying siren from your view.

“Enough. You’re in enough trouble.”

“Come now, it’s a bit of fun sister.”

Wednesday scoffed and pushed you back a little, giving a warning look.

“It wasn’t fun when you threw Tyler across his dads car.”

“It was for me.”

Wednesday gave you a look and you raised your hands as you slowly backed away, stuffing them back into your pockets.

She turned to Bianca.

“I won’t stop him next time.”

With that, she walked to your side as Weems approached, arms crossed over her chest, giving you a disapproving look.

“Why is it always you?”

“Because he has no impulse control and has a real talent for striking fear into the weak.” Wednesday said.

“Let’s go. Both of you.”

You and Wednesday shared a look, and while she followed the woman you went in the opposite direction, not wanting to listen to another lecture.

Students could only watch you in fear and awe.

How could you be so monotone yet so deal that terrifying at the same time.

Weems chased after you and Wednesday just sighed as she shook her head at you.

A true psychopath at heart, that’s what you were. And she loved it

[ritualove]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Silas Addams, the 42 year old author originally from Portland, OR. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're articulate and conceited, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Kieran Culkin, bisexual, male, and he/him.

-Content Warning: Drugs/Addiction, Neglect

 Author notes:

Full name: Silas Bartholomew Addams

Gender: Man

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 42

Birthday: August 2nd, 1948

Zodiac: Leo

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Author

 Prologue: 

Born in Portland, Oregon, Silas’ childhood consisted of fancy holidays, nice dinners, and extravagant dinner parties. While they were nice, they all usually ended with his parents having a few too many glasses of wine, a loud shouting match, and forgetting to tuck Silas into bed before he goes to sleep. It was these lonely nights where he first learnt his love for books, being joined by the likes of Mary Shelley, H.P. Lovecraft, and Edgar Allen Poe. This horror influence can be seen through all of his writing throughout his life.

Silas got his start in writing from an early age, being gifted his very own typewriter for his thirteenth birthday. While his first writings are hardly to his standards for publishing, he couldn’t stop. There were times where he ran out of paper to write with as he used up the front, back, margins, and packaging of the fresh ream he opened in the morning. He would regularly lock himself in his room only to come down for dinner, just to run back up before his parents could finish their second bottle of wine, and that's saying something. 

Silas went from being a single child to a sibling on April 8th, 1965, with the birth of his brother Stoker. Stoker’s birth was a shock just about everyone, with most doctors writing off the chance of his mother conceiving about 3 years after she went through menopause, still, the little bastard made it. 

Silas tried his best to give Stoker a stable parental figure, something Silas never had. He would make sure to tell him right from wrong, and tried his hardest to steer him away from replicating their parents actions. He struggled however, as Stoker never took quite a liking to reading and writing and Silas did, however Silas still tried his hardest. 

At 19, Silas got his first novel published, “The Haunting of the Everwood Forest”, and started what many critics call his golden run. Iconic works of horror such as: “The Widows Crux”, “Sinister Reflections’, and less popular but still famous “A Phantom’s Kiss” became household names nearly overnight. At 26 Stilas moved out of home, and got a snazzy apartment in New York City.

Silas didn’t just stop there, he released hit after hit after hit, his publisher hit a proverbial goldmine. Fast forward a bit, got a dog, met his future husband, dabbled in painting, got divorced (lost the dog in the proceedings), and you catch up to Silas now. He hasn’t written a word for about 5 years, and is desperate to have anything come to his mind. Silas has recently come to Cardinal Hill to stay with his brother Stoker, and get what inspiration he can from the town's history of witchcraft, and Stoker’s crazy conspiracies.

Behind the words: A glimpse into Silas Addams -

What can be said about Silas Addams that can't be said about all the greats of history, smart, intelligent, good with the ladies. Some critics call him arrogant and conceited, but that's just part of the charm.

Silas’ perfect night would involve a nice dinner, a broadway show, and a long walk across the beach (the beach being code for a bar crawl). While he can be a little bit pompous, he is good at reading people, and loves to interact with a wide array of people. He claims it's a passion to learn about human nature, but deep down it's a desperate grab to think of anything to write about. 

[harmonyckrs]

Day 31 in Twisted Pleasantview: Memory Review

THE PREVIOUS DAY

Tybalt: GAH!

Tybalt: What...where am I?

Kent: Tybalt? How are you here? We thought you were dead!

Tybalt: Last thing I remember I got-

Tybalt: HOLY FUCK!

Kent: Tybalt, are you okay?

Tybalt: I...guess? I straight up died!...how did I get back here, though?

Kent: Let's just get you back inside before anything happens again...

Bella: (Hm. That was much easier than I thought.)

Bella: (That single resurrection should be enough to knock her out for a couple of years. Good! Aktu and Hamza won't have access to her powers then, which means Lazlo will remain imprisoned and no further resurrections can be made without one of the fairies being sacrificed.)

Bella: (I guess I can just keep her here until I wake up. But if something happens to her, then I'll lose the powers that come with her granting my wish...and I'll need those powers to take out Morty.)

Bella: (I guess it's time for me to call in that favor from Sita...honestly, I should've used her from the start. But her rage towards everything related to Pleasantview would probably set my plan way back...)

Bella: (Well, it's not like I can change the past!)

Also since everyone's memories got reset to after Dina's death, pretty much everyone who was being held prisoner by Crystal Vu got released.

But apparently one of the fairies (forgot his name) had the ability to let us see the past in any location for whatever reason, so I guess we're doing that now in order to see if there's any information we can get from those that'll be useful against Crystal.

Mercutio: For a prison, this place is kind of dope. Feels a lot more like home than actual home!

Dirk: I'd hate to imagine what your house is life, but I can see your point.

Lilith: Okay what's the point of watching these? Can't we just get to the good parts?

Aktu: None of us know where the good parts are. Do you think I want to listen to people talk about interior design for fun?...and we don't have time for banter. Zoya is still in danger as we speak.

Mercutio: Also, the door's like, right there. Do you want to try to book it?

Dirk: I tried it already. It's locked.

Mercutio: Doubt it. Let me try picking the lock...oh. It really is stuck.

Dirk: Told ya.

Melody: What do you think you two are doing? The doors can only be activated by a secret code that only Bella and I know.

Dirk: Bella? You mean...

Melody: Yes. She's alive, and she's here.

Lilith/Angela: Holy shit!

Dirk: I can't believe it! I have to tell everyone about this once I get out of here!

Melody: If you get out of here. Again, this security system was created by one of the three Freelance Fairies, who also happens to be one of the intelligent programmers of all time. There's no way to get past it.

Aktu: Goddammit, Hamza!

Hamza: Hey, I didn't know this would come to bite us all later! I just assumed that Crystal wanted a good security system to deal with rogue clones, not this!

Angela: Maybe we should go past this part? It doesn't seem like there's any more useful information that they're going to give us.

Aktu: Right. Let me fast forward a little...

-> -> ->

Melody: Wow, the piano is really off-tune. What even happened? You go to school for eight hours and suddenly everything's broken.

Sharla: I'm sorry.

Melody: Hey, hey. It's not your fault, Sharla. You're just a kid. I don't think you would've known any better.

Melody: Why don't you go outside in the yard for a little while? I'll unlock the door for you as long as you promise not to run away.

Sharla: Okay!

Melody: Alright! Let me activate the code real quick, okay?

Melody: 🎵 They're creepy and they're kooky! Mysterious and spooky! They're all together ooky! The Addams family! 🎵

Aktu: Hamza, why did you make the code the Addams family theme song?

Hamza: I just made the system. It was their choice over what the code would be. When someone commissions you for a painting, do you decide what it is, or do they?

Aktu: Fair. Let's skip to another part.

-> -> ->

Tank: And that's why I came here specifically, instead of some other town. I know those Specters had something to do with my parents' deaths.

Mercutio: I literally just asked you if you were done using the piano. And how am I supposed to know? Just because we live in the same part of town doesn't mean we talk. They're creepy as fuck, dude.

Tank: I don't know. Since we're going to be stuck here forever, I may as well open up to you.

Mercutio: Dude, I doubt we'll be here forever. Hell, Dirk and I have already discovered a bunch of stuff while we were snooping for a way out. I'm sure we can blackmail Melody in order to get out of here.

Tank: Blackmail? But that's illegal!

Mercutio: So is hiring a hitman on your parents, but she didn't seem to care at all.

Lilith: Woah! Why didn't I think of that?

Angela: LILITH!

Lilith: I'm just messing with you! You really think that low of me?

Angela: With you, I can never tell.

Mercutio: Also, we found dirt on Bella. Apparently she's an older woman who used to live in Pleasantview before getting abducted by aliens, which temporarily paused her aging and left her stranded in Strangetown.

Tank: Do you think she's out for revenge? Since Don and Dina are both dead, and Nina nearly died too?

Mercutio: Most likely. From what we were able to get, I think Mortimer's next. She's probably going after anyone who might have caused the abduction to happen.

Angela: Should we do something about that?

Lilith: Yeah. Like, warn Mortimer or something?

Aktu: Oh, yeah! That would be a good idea. Plus, the Goths are your family friends too, right? If we're not able to stop Bella in time, we should at least make sure they can protect themselves.

Lilith: Got it! Let's go, Angie!

Lazlo: You just said that in order to get them out of here, didn't you?

Aktu: Obviously. But if Mortimer is given a proper warning and if he's able to protect himself, he'd put up a fight with Bella. That should give us enough time to take down Crystal and rescue Zoya.

Lazlo: Right...how are you feeling about this, by the way?

Aktu: Why are you asking?

Lazlo: Well, you've always been super loyal to Crystal. So I'm guessing turning against her probably wasn't as easy as you're making it out to be.

Aktu: Well, I had time to process while in the Dream Realm. And besides, Crystal wasn't the only person who helped me out when I first ended up in Strangetown.

-> -> ->

Hamza: AH! Crystal!

Aktu: She's DEAD? But...what...why? Huh? And how did her or Bella manage to enter the Dream Realm?

Lazlo: Maybe we should rewind a bit to figure out what the hell happened...

TO BE CONTINUED...

[hislittleraincloud]

1. This fuckwit has watched this show more times than you have. I guarantee it.

2. I was actually in several 🏳️‍🌈 relationships in my youth before transition and I fucking coped very well in the early aughts watching queer TV (back then, it was the original American version of Queer as Folk and The L Word). The L Word (early seasons, not the garbage way "Max" was handled in the later seasons) was my thing.

But before that, there was Xena: Warrior Princess, of which I was a huge fan. You wanna yap about WLW and coding and all of that shit, go watch Xena. THAT is the dynamic you're looking for when you project your fantasies onto Enid and Wednesday, because Xena and Gabrielle actually had it.

3. You should be just as angry about the stripping down of Wednesday as a character in this book since Ortega's Wednesday is what makes the show, but you don't really love that ✨Wednesday✨, do you. You just love the fandom fan fic Wenclair version of her (you know, the thing Emma said they JOKED about while filming...now you idiots have ruined their ability to have a friendship outside of work because of the subsection of "Jemma" people amongst you). It's delusional, and I've never seen this level of weird, feral delusion in a fandom in my 30+ years of being in any fandom, but then again, there are a lot of crazy fuckers who are obsessed with this face

So obsessed that y'all become heterophobic asshats whenever she's in a movie or scene with men/choose to focus on the bits of Male Gazey homoeroticism she exploits (particularly the Cairo/Winnie kiss from Miller's Girl, and ofc Taste).

But I digress.

4. Novelizations should always be written by someone who is unbiased, knows the show, and can handle uncomfortable dialogue. If you know this author's other works, you can clearly see why we got what we got in terms of Wednesday's soft Wenclairian thoughts throughout the whole damn thing, but as far as knowing the show? What excuse do you or they have for "Crackstone Crypt"? Or stretching Outreach DAY (singular) into two days? Or screwing up the timeline on the day before the Rave'N? Or deleting so. Many. Lines. And Easter eggs that made Wednesday part of Addams Family lore.

And how did it serve Wenclair fans to delete some of the best and genuine Wenclair lines from Wednesday and Enid canon? They deleted "I can't believe I'm actually going to miss your creepy, lifeless eyes waking me up every morning. It won't be the same without you." They defanged the good that was there. That line was omitted for this utter load of crap:

Emma had visible tears/was sniffling/had a tremor in her voice when she was holding the taxidermied squirrel. "I can tell she's sad" doesn't cut it...nor does it even paint a good picture of what went on on screen for someone who had never seen the show before. We get that Wednesday is detached, but she's also a creative writer with a sharp wit. We just do not get that from this book with its super simple sentences that speak to grade & middle schoolers.

And make no mistake, this speaks to grade & middle schoolers/those who like to read such things (testing this example text...ignore the highlight, that's for something else):

Just a couple of reading level tests on the above:

"YA" should be written better than this.

5. There's one thing I do agree with you with, and that's the Jercy tag thing. I don't ship real people unless they're actually dating/married/whatever IRL and have made it known. Emma Myers killed Jemma recently, so I hope everyone can take that as a lesson.

So apparently, @netflix allowed this Wenclair terrible fanfiction to be published as some kind of novelization for season 1 of the Wednesday series...

Even though it has almost nothing to do with the @wednesdaynetflix series 🤦‍♀️

I mean... how are you going to make Wednesday attracted to Enid in this book when she was canonically attracted to Xavier and Tyler? 🤦‍♀️

Enid being excited when Wednesday told her that she was going to the dance with Xavier...

Enid dating Ajax and kissing him?

Wednesday almost kissing Tyler after their date?

Then Enid sending Wednesday to kiss Tyler at the weathervane?

All of this actually happened in the show that we watched! 🙄

What part of this makes us feel like Enid and Wednesday have romantic or sexual feelings for each other?

@Netflix Do you think we're stupid? Or are you trying to gaslight us🤔?

[labcoatlad]

GOOOOD THE ADDAMS FAMILY IS SOOOIIoo ... autistic .... And queer coded dear god . Oh my days the themes that follow the addams family like the connotations of their ghoulish macabre nature and being outcasts and openly different to other 'normal' people UUIIUGHH and the motifs THE MOTIFS and the visuals don't get me started on the visuals that illustrate how they view the world the craazy gothic black and white aesthetic to make it awfully vivid and to make the audience intentionally aware that yes they're weird and they're different and they make people uncomfortable but this is just how they are and they still love eachother they love eachother sooo much ohh good grief. pure autism and queer representation made into the shape and form of a monstrous family and how monsters have been used to create queer subtext for absolute centuries in your classic literatures and the idea behind their satirical surrealism and differences is 'playing god' because they're like all undead or something and they would 'burn in hell' SPOIHHAAIIIOIX and theee the thee doesn't-fit-standard huuge found family that doesn't just align with the one mother one father two children family ideal and norms and thing being literally a hand that is probably not even related by blood (they probably don't even have normal blood) that communicates in the form of sign language and the way both wednesday and pugsley don't fit in in school and how wednesday knows random facts about everything and her interests in plants and invention and murder and her tendency to lack the understanding of basic human emotion and uncle fester just being oblivious to everything and acting sooo autistic but he's still respected and treated as the family man and how gomez and morticia are bizarrely fixated on eachother and how you would expect normal humans to scream and run away in their presence but they still treat them respectfully to an extent whilst being still painfully obviously uncomfortable because of the idea of treating everyone equally in modern day society but people still don't do it genuinely and how autistic and queer people flock together and and

[mickeytheticklee]

W rizz

Wednesday rizz

Ler!Wednesday Lee!Enid

Something shifted on Wednesday's day. Like it seemed like a normal school day in Nevermore, but something was off. On a sunny, shining morning Enid wasn't in her bed. It was routine that Enid came jerking and waking up Wednesday until she demanded Enid to stop it. It was odd, she didn't come to lunch, she skipped one of the few classes they had together, then ran to be alone in Eugene's lair of bees. Before their last class, Wednesday went to Yoko, keeping her monotone voice but inside she was seconds away from her voice cracking down and her balling into tears.

Wednesday: Enid hasn't annoyed me all day. Tell me where she is now or else I'm harming the first person I lay my eyes on. Starting with you.

Yoko: Chill, don't hurt me. Enid got into a fight with her parents yesterday, she's fine now but it was rough this morning.

As bubbly as she is Enid periodically keeps the sad stuff to herself. Wednesday didn't know until today from Yoko about Enid's parents, and how her Mom constantly pushes her into wolf conversion camp. When the sweet girl is sad, she never wants it to affect Wednesday. She instead separates herself and comes into public view until she's ready. Wednesday spent the remaining break time shedding her tears and expressing her thoughts to Thing in the bathroom stall. Thing said she saw Enid laughing it up with Bianca, however, Wednesday knew a part of her was only being happy as a way to hide her struggles. Thing suggested to do the code word: two snaps, Wednesday pulls a heavy sigh. Not that she didn't want to do it, but she still struggled with the how. But Thing tells times where Enid truly smiles, to where Wednesday misses it and lets her guard down by smiling. Her recalling how ticklish she is was now Wednesday's reason to make her gf happy.

Wednesday: Fine, but tell a living soul about this and I'll restrict your manicure time with Enid.

Thing swore to Wednesday as she goes to class where Enid waves at her. She apologizes for the absence and says it's because she was doing her missing assignments for other classes. Wednesday couldn't believe that excuse, she was a Straight A student all around. The whole class was spent in a study hall, both were concentrating on their textbooks about anatomy. While Enid was lodged in her book Wednesday snuck in a few side pokes which made Enid jump. She looks around, thinking it's Yoko or Ajax but they're on the other side of the classroom. It happens again, two pokes that make her jump and drop her pencil and water bottle. She checks under the desk for Thing, no sight of them but just a pair of fingers painted black that was tickling her sides again. Enid covers herself in the book and whispers to Wednesday who pretends to not be bothered by Enid's dilemma.

Enid: Addams, are you the one tickling me?

Wednesday: Yes.

Enid: But why?

Wednesday: You don't want to know why.

Enid hated Wednesday's short answers but loved that she might potentially get tickled. Any feeling or thought of getting tickled can easily erase the bad day Enid has been feeling. She secretly cheers from inside her book before going back to her sad aura for the entire period. After more pokes, and Enid's improvement in holding in her laughs the long period was over. Enid was still focusing on her note-taking until everyone left the room, Wednesday did a surprise attack on her side and neck making Enid laugh and fall off her high stool chair. Wednesday was smirking over the book, she has a thing for Enid's high-pitched laugh.

Enid: HEHEHEHE why did you do that??

Wednesday: Your tickling laughter is much different than your normal laughter?

Enid: So you like my laugh?

Wednesday: Don't push it Sinclair.

Enid did think the constant teasing and the sudden attack were all Wednesday had to offer to cheer her up. She was feeling better at the thought of Wednesday being kind enough to tickle her. But soon the black cloud came back during Enid's sailboating class, all she wishes and craves is Wednesday to tickle her. It's been clogging up her mind so badly that Yoko got mad at how distracted she was. But luckily those thoughts made her not think about what she was originally sad about. She went back to her room, coming in she didn't see the sight Wednesday doing her typewriting activity. When she closed the door she was met with the surprise of Wednesday tackling her to her pink-infested bed, tickling her sides insanely. Wednesday didn't need to pin Enid down, the deep side tickles were ticklish enough for Enid to not endure. Wednesday worried for nothing if Enid was the sensitive type who would laugh at anything.

Enid: WENSWENSWENS PLSHAHHAHHAH

Wednesday: You were quite dumb for thinking this wasn't going to happen, I gave you hints all day.

All there was as a hint was Enid being poked a few times, she never expected Wednesday to pull a tickle monster attack. While Wednesday was tickling Enid's armpits and neck relentlessly she was starting to understand the liking of tickling. Besides Enid's big smile causing a pink shade on Wednesday's face she liked that tickling was technically a torture method. A torture method that doesn't cause any harm just laughs. She liked Enid's reactions and her squeaky laugh, also how she stands up whenever the pinching got close to her hips. Since no one was here she can smile freely at Enid's laugh. When Enid had enough for now Wednesday stopped momentarily. Enid was too tired to notice Wednesday was smiling at how tired she was from the tickling. Enid wasn't out of breath, but not too passed out to call it quits. However, the call out of Wednesday's sudden attitude made her punished with tickles.

Enid: You're smiling WAITHAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: I told you I'll kill you if you noticed my smile.

Enid: SORRYSORRY

She went back to tickling Enid's tummy, this time adding her feet to the equation. Her body was curled up, which took the right opportunity to tickle her feet and eventually get her armpit at the same time. Enid was yelling thru her screaming laughs, wondering how Wednesday became good at this. Wednesday just said it's easy, which is particularly true since her demand got Enid to lift her arms to tickle every part of her armpit. The secret is, she learned from Thing as sometimes Enid shares her secrets with the hand who's a good listener. She did another break since Wednesday and is worried that Enid would soon lose her voice over the amount of laughing she's doing. But soon the tickling intrigues her when she rubs Enid's stomach and her foot moves. She forgets how Enid's wolf powers are still engraved into her human self, which Wednesday thought was pretty cute. Which she won't admit to Enid.

Wednesday: My puppy...

Enid: What did you say HAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: Oh nothing...

Then Wednesday ruins the sweet moments by pinching and squeezing every part of her ticklish tummy. Wednesday was becoming terrible at keeping a straight face thru her enjoyment of tickling Enid. Any slight chance of her gf catching it makes her tickle her ribs to forget what she saw five seconds ago. The thighs were a deadly spot, Wednesday was happy over Enid's NONOs when she approaches her thighs. Her laughter over Wednesday pinching her thighs was top-notch. It was a dangerous combo for Wednesday to tickle her thighs, but also move to her toes. Enid officially gave up as her body was sore from the endless hour of laughter Wednesday gave to her.

Enid: STOP STOP HAHAHHAHAIM HAPPY NOWHAHHAH

Wednesday: I don't believe you.

Enid: THELAUGHINGSHOULDOFGAVEITAWSY

Wednesday stopped, and Enid gave Wednesday a long hug. It struck a strong emotion in Wednesday, a feeling of warmth that warms up her cold heart. They looked at each other, still, Enid laying on the bed setting her hands on Wednesday's soft cheeks. Enid didn't want this to be awkward until the other friend softly kissed her, causing a sweet but unexpected moment. Their eyes widen after, but they went back to kissing. Then Wednesday took this small opportunity to give a neck raspberry to Enid, which she laughed hard at. Wednesday started to smile at how red Enid's face was, it was the cutest thing she's ever laid eyes on. Now Enid was back to normal, her puppy smiles and big smile being on and her ready to annoy Wednesday with facts about K-pop idols.

Enid: I was thinking we- HAHAHAHAHAHA

Wednesday: Or maybe I should keep going.

Wednesday says massaging her sides and digging her thumbs for it which causes Enid to go crazy over it. She's crazy over a lot of things, mostly over how evil Wednesday can be with tickling. More evil than usual. After finally getting all those giggles out she hugged Wednesday, tighter than before since she loves tight hugs. Especially the ones where she doesn't have the range to move her arms. She hugs her for a straight five minutes before kissing her again. Then they continued their activities of doing hw and Wednesday spent her night playing the cello. They ate dinner with their friend group and they were surprised at how Enid bounced back from her happy self. She lied and said she watched some Seventeen videos when in reality her girlfriend was wrecking her. They looked at each other and smiled, holding hands from under the table. They whisper I love you in each other's ears.

Enid: Love you Wens.

Wednesday: You too my little bad wolf.

Enid was blushing so hard after that.

[hepbaestus]

Thoughts on The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

I've got notes to write so I'm going to be watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) and writing whatever comes to mind.

There's a read more as I had a lot of thoughts and didn't want to clog up the blog.

From what I already know of this, is that it was almost a rite of passage for every queer person to watch this after it came out (I think not 100% certain on that though)

This is one of (if not) the oldest film that I've watched so I don't really have anything to compare it with unincluding more recent stuff.

Oooo old 20th century fox intro (with some piano's????)

I don't know how I am with horror films so this will be a Journey™

Definitely starting off strong with a pair of red lipstick lips singing on a black background

Oh god there's a character called Brad (also one called Riff Raff????)

I find it cool that all the credits are at the start of the film - if that happened today everyone would be complaining about it

Starting the film off with a church. nice

God that's an old camera

Ooooo a sinister minister

Oooo a black BMW pretty

This conversation between Janet and Brad is so awkward aaaaa

The deadpan 'Janet' from the two people at the door oml

Isn't it bad rep to propose to someone on your friends' wedding??? Bad friends alert

The church staff bringing in the coffin while they're just dancing (also the Wednesday Addams-esque person I like)

This mans be breaking the fourth wall

Ah yes, the classic 'enter at your own risk' sign

I don't get how Brad can see- it's chucking it down

Sick castle my dudes

The voice of the dude opening the door gives me Severus Snape vibes

ITS THE TIME WARP SONG - IVE ONLY HEARD THE VERSION OF THIS FOR DOCTOR WHO ON YOUTUBE

The dude can't sing but that's the fun of it

I love that Brad and Janet are weirded out by this

Janet gives me Stranger Things season 1 Nancy Wheeler vibes

I didn't know the song sweet transvestite was from this either

I wish I could feel that confident in my body as he is

Please tell me that Brad has a sexuality crisis

Magenta gives me Bellatrix Lestrange vibes

Rainbow liquid. me likey

I find it funny that 'love' and 'hate' are meant to be tattooed on this dudes knuckles but they're just written in pen

Nothing kills a party just like a lil murder

Poor Brad, Janet willingly cheating on him

Okay nevermind, he also cheated on her

"how could he?" Bitch you did the same thing with the same person

Her singing voice is too high (it hurts my ears)

The back-and-forth with names, such a musical type thing to do

Using a mini chainsaw to cut the meat, classy

Mans got Medusa'd oof

Some Morse code, nice

That's the creation of Adam painting but on the bottom of a pool - I mean, very creative I guess

I gotta say that they're all fabulous in the corset and high heat combo

Riff Raff and Magenta got a glow up.

They're going home to Transylvania, that's nice

Oh, it's only Magenta and Riff Raff and they're killing Frank

That's quite elegant, the sheet falling onto Frank's body

I don't understand how this is a horror film but sure

Overall score: 5.5/10

Film recommendations welcome!