#wednesday edits

[hunterdoohans]

*in the voice of the south park goth kids* oh my god, it's worse than we thought... they made her emo!!! (insp)

[lord-of-the-muses]

Sapphicly Stoned

Pairings : Wednesday Addams x Y/N

Y/N was completely stoned and drunk, feeling warm and fuzzy inside as she lounged on Enid's cluttered bed. She had spent the entire night flirting with Wednesday, who was sitting at her own desk, typing away on her old-fashioned typewriter.

"Hey, Wednesday," Y/N slurred, grinning widely as she stretched out on the bed. "What's the time?"

Wednesday glanced at her watch before returning to her typing. "It's almost 2 AM, Y/N. You should get some rest."

Y/N pouted playfully. "Aww, don't be like that. Keep me company."

Wednesday smirked, setting down her typewriter and leaning back in her chair. "I'm not your babysitter, Y/N. You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself."

Y/N giggled and rolled onto her side, facing Wednesday. "I know, I know. But you're so cute when you're all serious."

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "Cute? I'm not sure I like being called cute."

Y/N's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, did I offend you? I meant...sexy. Yeah, that's it. You're sexy as hell, Wednesday."

Wednesday chuckled, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous, Y/N."

Y/N shrugged, her eyes closing as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. "Maybe so, but at least I'm entertaining, right?"

Wednesday smiled softly, her eyes lingering on Y/N for a moment longer than usual. "Yeah, you definitely are."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the intensity in Wednesday's gaze, and she found herself scooting closer to the other girl. "You know what I think?" she said, her voice low and sultry. "I think you want me."

Wednesday's eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "What makes you say that?"

Y/N shrugged again, reaching out to trace her fingertips along Wednesday's jawline. "The way you look at me, the way you talk to me...it's like you're trying to resist me, but you can't."

Wednesday's breath caught in her throat as Y/N leaned in even closer, her lips inches away from Wednesday's. "Y/N, I...we shouldn't..."

But Y/N silenced her with a deep, passionate kiss, her hands sliding into Wednesday's hair as she pulled her closer. For a moment, everything else melted away as they lost themselves in each other, the room filled with the sound of their soft moans and sighs.

Eventually, they pulled away, both breathless and flushed with desire. Wednesday's eyes were dark and intense as she gazed at Y/N, her hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You're right," she murmured. "I can't resist you."

Y/N grinned triumphantly, feeling a rush of excitement and contentment wash over her. "I knew it," she whispered. "I knew you wanted me."

[palaceofmyhead]

Jenna Ortega at the MET Gala 2023

[crona-gorgon2312]

she is a sassy Queen👑🖤 Enid is the King In the Scanerio.

[kryptonbabe]

This first issue had many high points, but baby Diana bonding with demons in hell... I was not ready for Absolute Cuteness

From Absolute Wonder Woman #1 (2024) by Kelly Thompson & Hayden Sherman

[comicswomen]

Nat's hair being the lesbian pride flag

Natasha Irons/Steel | DC Pride (2024) "Steeling Time"

[dailydccomics]

Wonder Woman by Mark Waid and Dan Mora Absolute Power (2024) #2

[hunterdoohans]

tyler galpin + songs that describe him

[lord-of-the-muses]

I have to make her mine!

Pairings: Femme Reader x Wednesday Addams

It was the beginning of the new school year, and Wednesday Addams was feeling restless. She had grown bored with the usual routine of classes, homework, and dealing with her classmates' mundane problems. She longed for something more exciting, something that would challenge her.

And then, one day, a new student arrived in her second-year class. Her name was Y/N, and she was different from anyone Wednesday had ever met before. She was quiet and introverted, but there was a depth to her that intrigued Wednesday. She noticed the way Y/N would get lost in thought during class, scribbling furiously in her notebook.

She noticed the way Y/N's eyes would light up when she talked about something she was passionate about. And she noticed the way her heart would race whenever Y/N glanced in her direction.

Wednesday knew she had to do something. She couldn't just sit there and watch as Y/N went through her school days without noticing her. So she came up with a plan. A macabre plan.

It started with a note. Wednesday wrote a message on a slip of paper, folded it up, and slipped it into Y/N's backpack when she wasn't looking. The message read: "You have a secret admirer."

At first, Y/N was confused. She didn't know who could have written the note. But as the days went by, more notes appeared. Each one was more ominous than the last. Some were written in blood-red ink, others in black wax. They were signed "Your Secret Admirer," but Y/N knew it had to be Wednesday behind them.

And then, one day, Wednesday decided to take things up a notch. She cornered one of the boys who had been harassing Y/N and gave him a stern warning. "If you mess with Y/N again," she said, her voice low and menacing, "you'll regret it."

The boy backed away, his eyes wide with fear. Wednesday had always been known as the strange, creepy girl in school, but he had never seen her like this before.

Meanwhile, Y/N was starting to piece things together. She had always suspected that Wednesday had been behind the notes, but now she was sure of it. And she was starting to feel a strange mix of fear and excitement.

One day, after class, Wednesday approached Y/N. "I hope you've been enjoying my little notes," she said, a sly smile on her face.

Y/N felt her heart race. "I...I don't know what to say."

Wednesday leaned in closer. "You don't have to say anything," she whispered. "Just know that I've been watching you. And I like what I see."

Y/N's face flushed red. She didn't know how to respond to Wednesday's strange, macabre way of flirting. But she couldn't deny that she was intrigued.

As the days went by, Wednesday continued to send her notes and make her ominous threats. And Y/N found herself growing more and more attracted to her. She knew it was dangerous, but she couldn't resist the thrill of it all.

Wednesday stood nervously outside Y/N's door, wondering if she was making a mistake by being so forward. She had never felt this way before - so drawn to someone, so desperate for their attention. But there was something about Y/N that made her feel alive, that made her want to take risks she had never taken before.

Y/N opened the door, and Wednesday felt her breath catch in her throat. Y/N was even more beautiful up close, with her soft brown eyes and shy smile. Wednesday cleared her throat, trying to steady her nerves.

"I know this is sudden," she said, her voice low and raspy. "But I couldn't wait any longer. I had to see you again."

Y/N's cheeks turned bright red, and Wednesday felt a surge of pride. She was making Y/N flustered, just like she had hoped.

"I...I don't know what to say," Y/N stammered. "I wasn't expecting you to come over like this."

Wednesday took a step closer, closing the distance between them. "I just had to see you," she repeated. "I've been thinking about you non-stop since we met."

Y/N looked down at her feet, fidgeting nervously. Wednesday could tell she was uncomfortable, and she felt a sudden urge to comfort her.

"Hey," she said softly, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "It's okay. You don't have to be nervous around me."

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Wednesday's. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, something that made Wednesday's heart ache. She reached out and took Y/N's hand in hers, feeling a jolt of electricity as their skin touched.

For a moment, they just stood there, holding hands. Wednesday felt a sense of peace wash over her, like she had finally found something she had been searching for all her life.

"I don't know what's happening to me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt like this before."

Y/N squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay," she said. "I feel the same way."

Wednesday felt a surge of joy at Y/N's words. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/N's cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered.

Y/N nodded, her eyes closed. Wednesday took her face in her hands and leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/N's. It was a gentle, tentative kiss, but it sent sparks flying through her body.

They broke apart, both of them panting. Wednesday looked down at Y/N, feeling a sudden urge to protect her, to nurture her. She opened her arms, and Y/N leaned into her embrace, resting her head on Wednesday's shoulder.

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other's arms. Wednesday felt like she had finally found what she had been looking for - someone to share her dark, twisted world with. And she knew, deep down, that she would do anything to keep Y/N by her side.

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Blurred Lines

jenna ortega x female reader

summary: You and Jenna, best friends and actresses, are cast as lovers for the first time, tasked with bringing a romantic chemistry to the screen. But as scenes unfold, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: This was actually the first Jenna story I wrote!

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What are you thinking so hard about? Jenna asks plopping down in the director's chair next to you.

After being best friends for years, you and Jenna have finally gotten the opportunity to work alongside each other on your latest film Lovestruck, a romance film where you two are playing the lead couple.

You. You wanted to say, but you were 8 years too deep in the friendzone to truly say what was on your mind. "Just the next scene," you smile at her tiredly.

Her eyes light up, "I've been looking forward to this scene for so long!  God just look at that view Y/n!  I'm so jealous of Lalya," she sighs, referencing the character she's playing in the film. "Just who wouldn't love to be confessed to here," your co-star finishes looking over at you with sparkles in her eyes.

When your manager gave you the script for this project, you could only laugh at how much the story paralleled your situation with Jenna.  You were playing Quinn, a girl who has been in love with her friend for years, but couldn't do anything about it.  Eventually the mixed signals and watching the one she loves be with others got too much, and Quinn angrily confesses by the lakefront during a sunset; the view Jenna was fawning over just a minute ago.

You could only wish that the aftermath of any potential confession of yours could resemble the one in this film. Layla ends up reciprocating Quinn's feelings and it's a happy ending.

Unfortunately the universe isn't as perfect as an angsty teen romance, and is rather a sick minded individual who gets a kick out of meddling with people's lives. For years you and Jenna have auditioned for the same projects to play friends, enemies, even sister's but why is it that the one project both of you manage to land is this one?

"Y/n/n!"

Startled, you look over at the girl who's been trying to get your attention for all this time while you zoned out. "Y-yeah sorry. You're right. It would be a dream to be confessed to here."

She hums and stands up before placing a hand on your shoulder looking intently into your eyes, "I'll see you on set after the break, hope you bring your A game Y/l/n," she winks with a smile before walking off.

Jenna walks over to Andrew another actor working the film and immediately starts laughing and touching his arm in conversation.  You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but you also couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene that always happened to unfold in front of you.

It hurts you beyond belief watching your best friend interact flirtatiously with other people. Having to hear about rumoured boyfriends and especially having her not deny them. The mixed signals you got from the girl wasn't any help either, like what was that hand on the shoulder just now? The wink?!

You walk away trying your very best to calm yourself down before your big scene. Jenna frowned as she watched you walk away and towards your personal trailer.

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The director calls everyone to set and has prepared to shoot the big confession scene. The crew helps you and Jenna find your places and fixes up any imperfections in your clothing. As you stand before your co-star you're hit with a strong wave of emotions. The 20 minutes you spent in the trailer wasn't much help, and now as you watch Jenna who is looking at you curiously, you make a realization.

You may never confess to Jenna. How could you? This friendship was the greatest you've ever had and you were aware of the fact that friendships like this one, don't come easy. It would be insanely stupid of you to confess your love and single-handedly lose a gem like Jenna completely. The more you thought about it, the interactions between Andrew, the rumours with Percy, and countless other boys, the more helpless you felt. There was no way she could feel the same.

"You okay?" the gentle voice you've come to love speaks.

You're silent.  She looks at you with her big doe eyes that you've come to love, but at this very moment you hate so much.  The concern in her eyes is pushing you off the edge.  You hated it.  You hated how her caring nature has only gotten you falling tenfolds harder. Why does she have to be good to me, why does she torture me like this you ask yourself.

"Y/n/n."

You look away, refusing to look into her eyes, scared of the emotions you'll find in them, scared of finding out how much more you could fall in love with her in this moment, so you settle on the view of the sunset.

The director begins a 10 second countdown to cue in the start of the scene and you're still looking at the sunset pondering. This may be the only time that you'll ever speak the words of a confession to Jenna. Yes, to her it'll be you performing the script, Quinn speaking these words, but she doesn't have to know that you will mean all the words you speak with every fibre of your being.

A light smile plays on your lips as you think about the performance you're about to give and how it should get you nominated for all the acting awards in existence. The lines of Quinn and Y/n have blurred, and you are playing no character other then yourself.

You won't be acting.

"Action!"

The scene begins and you start marching away from Jenna like the script told you to.

"Wait- Stop!" Jenna says frantically grabbing on to your arm.You roll your eyes, shrugging her off and continue walking.

"Why do you insist on hurting me?" She shouts, following the script.  You stop walking and pause.One beat. Two beat. Just like the script instructed. You turn around, glaring at her with more intensity than the script demands, "Me? Hurt you? That's rich coming from you."

Jenna hesitates, caught off guard by the seriousness in your voice, but quickly recovers, staying in character.

"Yes you asshole! I invite you to the lake house, and all you do is ignore me!"  Groaning into your hands, you speak your next line.  "Layla. You're joking right?"

"No Q, I'm not.  Do you even care about me?  It's my fucking birthday, and you're acting like I'm not even here, sulking in one of your moods and embarrassing me in front of my friends!"

"Then what am I?"

"What?"

You laugh, running your hands through your hair, struggling to keep your emotions in check.

"If those are your little fucking friends, then what am I to you?"

Jenna acted taken aback like she was supposed to, "My friend? My best friend? I don't know that's not the point! Wh-"

You cut her off, "But it is the point!"

You break the script.

You blink hard, letting the tears that were building up before the scene fall down your face.

Jenna had a look in her eyes that you've never seen before it was confusion and something else you couldn't pinpoint. Being the amazing actress that she is, she improvs her next line, so the scene can get back on track.

"Here you go again not wanting to address the real issue," she rolls her eyes.

You decide to stick to the script with tears streaming down your face. "I can't keep doing this anymore Layla," the words carrying the weight of years of hidden feelings. "Watching you with them, pretending I'm fine when I'm not. I can't just be your friend anymore."

Jenna's eyes widen, her character momentarily forgotten as she registers the raw emotion in your voice. "Quinn... what are you saying?"

You take a deep breath, letting it all out, the pain, the frustration, the love. You're about to do it and you hope that just for a second your performance will blur the lines for Jenna. "I'm saying that I'm in love with you, and I have been for a long time. And it kills me every time I see you with someone else, knowing I can't be the one to make you smile like that."

The silence that follows is deafening. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for her response, both in character and out of it. The director's voice seems far away as he doesn't call cut, letting the scene play out naturally. For a moment you start to think that Jenna has forgotten her line, she's supposed to say, "For how long?"

But she goes off script.

She takes a step forward so she's only a foot away from you and takes your trembling hands (that you didn't even realize were shaking) in her own, an attempt to calm you down.

Jenna, as Layla, steps closer, her own tears glistening in the fading light. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Quinn? Why did you let me go on thinking we were just friends?"

Your voice cracks as you respond, "Because I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of ruining what we have. But I can't keep pretending anymore."

Jenna reaches up, gently cupping your face with her hands, her touch warm and soft. "You idiot," she whispers, her voice trembling. "How could you not know? How could you think for even a second that I didn't feel the same way?"

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, and for a moment you forget that you're on set, that this is all supposed to be a performance. It feels too real, too raw.

"T-then what about everything I see? All those guys?" You say staying true to the script, but you couldn't hold your tongue and add, "The rumours? The interactions I always see?"

Jenna clearly seems taken aback by your addition to the script, and opens her mouth and closes it, at a loss for words.

You can't help yourself and continue, "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch you with other guys? To see you flirt with everyone else and feel like I'm just...invisible?"

Jenna's heart races as she realizes the depth of your feelings, the lines between the script and reality blurring completely.

Jenna continues, the rest of the scene now being pure improv. With tears in her eyes, "I wasn't trying to hurt you...Q. I wanted you to notice me. To see me the way I see you.

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. Jenna's voice is trembling, her gaze locked on yours, and for the first time you realize she's not just playing a role. She's confessing, right here, in front of everyone.

"I've been in love with you for so long," you get out through tears, "But all I've ever seen is you with them... like I don't even exist."

The shorter girl steps closer, dropping the last remnants of her character. Her hands reach up to cup your face, her touch gentle and filled with unspoken emotion.

"I didn't know how to tell you, Quinn. I was scared, so I tried to make you jealous, provoke you into action, hoping you'd finally do something. I-I was hoping you'd see how much I care. How much I...love you.

Your breath catches, your heart pounds in your ears, and you break character completely not caring anymore, in a trembling voice you ask, "You really feel the same way?"

Jenna nods, tears spilling over as she smiles, a mixture of relief and vulnerability in her expression.

"Yes, Q. I've always felt this way. I was just too scared to admit it... but not anymore."

You blink, struggling to process what's happening. This wasn't in the script—none of this was. But it's real, and it's happening now.

You smile through the tears, "Then let's stop pretending, Jenna. No more games... I'm yours if you'll have me.

Jenna lets out a small, tearful laugh, pulling you into a tight embrace. The cameras are still rolling despite your name drop, but none of that matters anymore. She pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with a love that's no longer hidden.

"I've always been yours. Always."

In that moment, you lean in, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that's filled with all the years of longing and love you've both kept hidden. When you finally pull away, you're both breathless, tears of happiness mingling with the raw emotion of the scene.

The director calls "Cut," but neither of you moves, still lost in each other's eyes. For a moment, the set is silent, the crew unsure if they've just witnessed the best acting of your careers or something far more real. But you both know the truth—and it's better than any script that could have been written.

[agirlnamedastrid86]

Wednesday Dance {Stop-Motion} My Alter ego Astrid

[kryptonbabe]

"For I am Diana of Themyscira, last of the Amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the Wild Isle"

The last few pages of this comic were cathartic, narration boxes are by Circe and I'm really hoping for the next issues to see more of her mother-daughter relationship with Diana, because for what we get here it feels different and interesting, Kelly Thompson is a good writer, I think this series will be a satisfying journey

From Absolute Wonder Woman #1 (2024) by Kelly Thompson & Hayden Sherman

[propertyofjameswilson]

Everything is on SPEEEEEEEEED

[dailydccomics]

that's real love ♡ Titans #15 by Tom Taylor and Lucas Meyer

[wistfulwatcher]

in a n o t h e r life

[apara-dise-penguin]

Wednesday: Season 2 | First Look at Behind the Scenes | Netflix