#psychobitches

[fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles]

amazing what you find on imdb (x)

[kitmarlowe]

[zippocreed501]

Mark Gatiss as Joan Crawford and Frances Barber as Bette Davis

Psychobitches

[makethiscanon]

I should be ashamed of how feral this image of Deidara makes me.

... but I am not.

He is literally perfect. He sounds so happy. I miss his stupid face so much.

[yoan-le-grall]

[defenestratte]

UK pals if u somehow r heading to edinburgh fringe fest and like theatre do consider sending some love (in the form of audienceship) in the two one woman shows my country is sending over!

Forked

Psychobitch

[kitschykitschykoo]

Shirley Stoler as Martha in the film The honeymoon killers...

[archival-arrival]

PsychoBitch

A gender related to being a psycho, a bitch and a a psychobich,

or alternatively, PsychoBitchPhrasic, a gender related to the phrase "(you/you're a) psycho bitch!).

{{this gender was made with pw psychotic disorders and those who experience psychosis in mind, please do not use unless you can reclaim psycho as it has origins as a slur/offensive term.}}

[dimensionbled]

How would Ford react to knowing you have a kid now?

"Dunno, you tell me."

"Besides, why would I care about what that backstabber has to say about my wife and daughter? They don't have anything to do with Sixxer and I's past. That's like bringing Stanley and Ford's mom into a zombie apocalypse and watching her flesh being torn straight from her body because I pushed her for raising two idiots. Even I have standards-- rarely, but sometimes. Leave my kid out of it too."

[aparticularbandit]

you know you're writing junko when within so many paragraphs she's gotten distracted with a metaphor using the reproductive habits of the creature she's comparing to humans.

and then makes sex jokes about how bears are better because obviously.

[atomicx]

its actually so tragic what pinterest+tiktok girlies did to src cuz now i can't talk about her at all without people thinking im one of them and i cant even go by my actual name 😭 -psychobitch???

[scramberssuaresrex]

He calls me his princess of the insane asylum 🖤👑 #psychobitch #helovesmeforme #imaybeaprincess https://www.instagram.com/p/CluotfsDQlb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ceceliaahathaway]

Cece's fingers curled around the grip of the gun hidden beneath the desk, her pulse quickening at the allude of it not being a social visit. However, at the mention of Yves de Metz, she felt reassured, realizing that Nicoleta wasn't working for the Russians. The Turkish might not be her usual clientele, but they didn't pose an immediate threat.

The blonde's gaze flickered over Nicoleta, taking in the woman's careful demeanor and calculated words. There was something in the way she held herself, a mix of determination and underlying tension that made Cece wary.

"Yves de Metz," she repeated slowly, letting the name roll off her tongue. "Not exactly a common topic around here. You must be quite determined to find him."

She leaned back in her chair, maintaining a composed exterior while her mind raced through possibilities. "And what do I get for helping out a… friend?" Cece's voice was smooth, though she hesitated on the word 'friend,' as if testing its weight before letting it slip. "We both know I can find this information for you," she said, her thoughts briefly drifting to the last time she'd contacted Father Doherty for a work matter. "Your curiosity about Yves de Metz intrigues me, but you'll understand if I need more than just your word to go on."

She observed Nicoleta closely, noting the careful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, the way she sat there with deliberate precision. There was more to this request than met the eye, and Cece intended to find out what it was.

"You want discretion, and that comes at a price," Cece continued, her tone turning more businesslike. "Information like this isn't something I just hand out for free. So tell me, what exactly is in it for me? Why should I go out of my way to help you find Yves?"

'Keep things interesting.'

She wonders how interesting, exactly, this difference is between Cecelia and Charlene, between sun and moon. But Cecelia's eyes are sharp – sharper than she'd expected, admittedly – so she thinks twice about pursuing that particular curiosity.

It isn't the time, anyway. She's here for Aviv.

And the first step, the first goal post, is to have a private audience with Cecelia. She's surprised enough she's achieved it that for a moment, Nicoleta doesn't know what to do with the hard-won privilege. As the business woman turns to shut her office doors, she's accosted by the impulse to catch her unawares; hurt her, kill her. A malevolent, irrational impulse — Nicoleta's fingertips itch with the desire to do it. Yet even if she managed to leave the club alive, before the body's discovery, a dead Hathaway would get her no closer to Aviv or his captors.

So she contains the impulse, debates her options. There's the classic route of threats and torture. Scare Cecelia, hurt her enough that she knows it isn't just a bluff, and that she'll be spared only by divulging useful information on Yves De Metz. But all it'd take is a scream from Cecelia and the office would swarm with security.

So Nico slinks into the seat opposite her patroness and gets comfortable instead. They're no longer mirrors, she can tell Cecelia's ill at ease. Not just because of her words – a cut-to-the-chase straightforwardness that Nicoleta would've otherwise appreciated – but because her body language conveys it.

"It is not social visit, this is true." She agrees, taking the time to set her martini glass on the desk between them. "I was looking for different person, because I want to see him again. I thought maybe, this is the place for man like him." Her words are careful, and as calculated as any bit of improvisation can be. "Yves de Metz." She smiles again, but doesn't let it reach her eyes. A sad smile, punctuated by a sigh. "But I see you instead, and this is good enough surprise for me. Still, I am hoping you can help me find him, avec de la discrétion, bien sûr... Your face tells me this name is known."

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 27 - S2 Prediction

Deep in the Morning Song compound, Bianca waits in her bare cell of a room. She struggles with the solid metal collar that replaced her amulet, trying and failing again to pick its lock.

Bianca: *mutter* Damnit. It looks so easy whenever Addams—

Bianca looks up sharply as the lone door’s handle rattles and begins to turn. She quickly drops her makeshift picks behind her mattress and reaches for the stolen letter opener beneath her pillow.

Bianca: I already told you bastards, I’m not help—

Wednesday: Bastards? *enters room* I see captivity has dulled what little creative wit you possessed, Barclay.

Bianca: *shocked* Addams? What are you—

Enid: *peeks in* We are here to like—break you out. Duh!

Bianca sits stunned, still processing as Enid ducks out again to stand watch. Wednesday strides over with lock picks ready. Bianca only snaps out of her shock when her collar releases with an insulting ease.

Wednesday: Judging from the scratches, you weren’t paying attention during our lessons.

Bianca: Oh screw you, Addams. You try picking it when it’s on your neck and you can’t even see the thing.

Wednesday: *scoffs* I’ve been picking locks bound and blindfolded since I was four.

Bianca: Well pardon me, not all of us are—

Gideon: *steps into room* Ladies, please. We have to go before Gabrielle figures out I was lying.

Bianca: YOU! I’m going to KILL you!

Bianca leaps for Gideon, teeth bared and letter opener raised high. She’s stopped as Wednesday grabs her arm and redirects her momentum into a wall.

Gideon: *nervously backs up*

Wednesday: *pinning Bianca* While I normally wouldn’t stand in the way of a good bloody vengeance, now is not the time.

Bianca: *struggles* What the f— That’s my asshole step-father, Gideon! Prophet of Morning Song! Their goddamn LEADER!!

Enid: *peeks in again* Don’t worry! He’s totes on our side now. Turns out your psychobitch mom is actually the Big Bad. She’s been manipulating and gaslighting this schmuck since day one.

Enid ducks out again, leaving Bianca to her second bout of shock.

Bianca: … whut?

Gideon: *apologetic* Yes, well, your friend is correct. I owe you more of an explanation when there is time, but for now let me say how sorry I am. For everything.

Wednesday: *releases Bianca* Speaking of time, stop wasting it.

Bianca eyes Gideon for a long, wary moment, then finally relaxes. She lowers her letter opener.

Bianca: Fine. Later then.

The three quickly file out of the room to join Enid in the hallway. Together they begin their escape.

Enid: *whispers to Bianca* He’s gay, by the way.

Bianca: Huh?

Enid: Your step-dad. It’s how your mom first started blackmailing him. And did you know Morning Song was originally a boy band?

Bianca: You’ve gotta be— *stumbles* —shit!

Wednesday: *hisses* Quiet, Barclay. And Enid, do refrain from blowing Bianca’s mind until we are out of danger.

Enid: *winces* Oops. My bad.

After another tense minute of focused sneaking, Bianca moves up next to Wednesday.

Bianca: Addams, I have to know.

Wednesday: You, lacking knowledge? Shocking.

Bianca: Bitch, seriously. Why are you helping me. We’re not even friends, right?

Wednesday shoots Bianca a thoughtful side-glance before returning her gaze forward.

Wednesday: Of course we aren’t. And the reason should be obvious.

Bianca: *impatiently* And?

Wednesday: *matter-of-factly* No Addams born would ever miss the opportunity to turn a prophet.

Bianca: 😧

Bianca: 😐

Bianca: 🤬

[lisaslosingstreak]

Inspired by @homicydlgoth - final episode of S3 Wednesday.

“You NEVER really were my friend, were you Wednesday? Every time I tried to get close to you, you just ran away. You sabotaged my relationships, you hated all of them, you never supported me.”

“Enid I….”

“SHUT IT ADDAMS!!! (tears start) I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. You couldn’t believe in me or even try and meet me in the middle at any point. thought there was a nice girl under all the psychobitch persona but wow I was so wrong. I don’t EVER want to speak to you again. I’m GLAD this is our last day. Goodbye FOREVER you fucking psycho.” (starts to storm out with bags)

“ENID DONT LEAVE PLEASE! (Enid turns round) CAN’T YOU SEE I LOVE YOU? (Starts ugly crying).”

“What?” (Walks back to Wends and grabs her hands which are covering her face as she sobs)

“(sniffs) From the first moment I saw you I was in love with you. I didn’t know it back then but after Crackstone I realised. Every waking moment I think of you, you haunt all my dreams at night. I am so totally gone for you I fear for my sanity. I once said you left an indelible mark on me, but it was more like a hot iron branding my black heart with your name. I have been driven insane by you I don’t know myself any more. I have tried to show you how I feel so many times as I was always too scared to be direct and tell you but each time I messed up and upset you. “

“I used to have dreams of becoming a happy recluse, a famous author or detective but my only dream now is to kiss you, to hold you, to grow old with you, to walk into the afterlife with you. I am such a coward. Look at me - the scary Wednesday Addams, too timid to reveal my true feelings to my best friend, the love of my life. I don’t deserve to call myself an Addams. I will do anything for you, but PLEASE don’t walk out like this.”

Enid, smiling broadly as she wipes Wends tears away “You had me at I love you Willa”

Wednesday looks up into those endless blue eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“For such a clever student you can be as dumb as anything sometimes. Just kiss me already.”

Wednesday desperately pulls Enid to her, holding the back of her neck to pull her down for their first kiss, messy and urgent. Enid kicks the door closed as they break for air before she speaks. Wednesday is kiss drunk, her bangs in disarray and pink lipstick all around her mouth. Her eyes are open wide, she is struggling to catch her breath.

“Well I guess you’re mine now huh?” Enid asks in a husky voice, also trying to catch her breath.

“Cara mia, I already was, and always will be.”

[iammilliem]

Вчера было дождливо, поэтому день выдался достаточно ленивым: убиралась дома, постирала все свои вещи и смотрела фильмы. Еще я очень рада тому, что у меня появилось настроение для вязания, так что я полностью довязала еще одну кофту и очень этим довольна.

Сегодня в планах только работа, вечером растяжка, чтение и мне нужно изучить данный вопрос —

потому что в интересные ситуации я начала попадать 😅

В ближайшую неделю ожидается невероятная жара и дожди, соответственно в такую ду��ную погоду скорее всего я буду меньше выходить из дома, так что есть смысл ближе к вечеру пойти закупиться пряжей, напитками, фруктами и ягодами для смузи.

psychobitch diary | 4-5/30