#wednesday quotes for work

[bizionictechnologies]

Today's business quote by Philip Kotler really got me thinking.

Selling is all about satisfying a customer's need, while marketing is about understanding and figuring out that need in the first place. Let's focus on building strong relationships with our customers and delivering value that truly satisfies their needs.

@philipkotler

[brenshor]

Enid: Are you sure there isn't something down there you can use to climb out?

Wednesday down a hole: Oh wait! Here's a grappling hook!

Wednesday sarcastically: Oh ho! And here's an escalator!! SILLY ME!!!

Enid: Wednesday we're about to die! Do you really want your last words to be sarcastic??

Wednesday sarcastically: Noooooooooo!

[sxphr]

Wednesday: I've never had a best friend before.

Enid: I'll be your best friend!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: I've never had a girlfriend before.

[mothsaresc4ry]

Yoko: *barges into Enid's dorm room, flopping down on her friend's bed* UGHH

Enid: *puts her laptop aside and pats Yoko's head* there there.. what happened?

Yoko: Divina just told me that she is doing everything in our relationship! And I'm not doing anything 😢

Enid: well.. relationships should he 50/50. Take Willa and me as an example. She investigates and puts all the evidence on her white board while I sit on her desk and look pretty. That's hard work for both of us

Yoko:

Wednesday from the other side of the room: my hard working wife *looks at her with heart eyes*

Yoko:

Enid threw herself on wednesday and it all ended in a hot make out scene.

Yoko had to go to trauma therapy after it

[incorrect-multiverse]

Enid: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited.

Wednesday: If?

Eugene: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.

[goosethepumpkin]

Yoko: PUT YOUR FUCKING SEATBELTS ON! Enid: WE'RE TRYING! Bianca: WHY ARE THE SEATBELT BUCKLES CRISSCROSSED?! Wednesday: This is why we should have taken the family hearse. Yoko: AND LET YOU GUYS MAKE OUT IN THE BACK?! Wednesday: No we were not going to 'suck face' in the back of the hearse, that would be horrendous. Enid, whispering to Wednesday: we were totally going to make out weren't we? Wednesday: Affirmative cara mia.

[comingupforblair]

Yoko: Do anything fun last night?

Wednesday: Enid and I spent the evening listening to songs about spite, vengeance and the sweet catharsis of exposing your enemies’ weakness for all to see and standing victorious over their defeated body, letting everyone see how you have humiliated them.

Yoko: What is she talking about?

Enid: We spent the night listening to my Taylor Swift records.

[amandamadeathing]

Social media post summarizing the relationship between Crosshair and Wrecker.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Enid: Some people perceive you as somewhat…

Wednesday: Tempestuous?

Enid: Heinous bitch, is the term used most often.

[jakascoo]

Kara: I taught the dog a new trick. throws ball Fetch! Dog: Just stands there. Jason: He didn’t do it. Kara: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

[exposingmyveins]

i used to love the sound of my bare feet slapping the sidewalk. i would slam them down as hard as i could to hear that pitter patter of my skin coming into contact with the concrete

today i got peeved because water splashed on my shoe while i washed the backyard furniture

i think of her often, that little girl unafraid to skin a knee or stub a toe or get her hands dirty because she was just having fun. she was just living

when did it get so serious?

v. || exposingmyveins

[aelenist]

Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau (1850)

Excerpt from prologue :

Death does not knock. She comes unannounced, barging in brutally and leaving behind an inert body. Adanna never expected death to leave behind her father’s corpse, sprawling in the middle of their great chamber, letting his putrid scent spread through their little household. No blood and no disease — just gone. This is what alcohol did to a man — or so the old lady living on the street used to say. How could Adanna have known she was right ? No one ever listens to the blather of the seniles.

A deceased man could not speak anymore, could not lie, nor drink, nor hit. The only thing her father could do was lie there on the ground with vacant eyes, facing the ceiling, his mouth partially open, emanating a breath that held no warmth. The overwhelming smell lingered in every corner, clinging to her hair and the dying plants. There was only one reason why she hadn’t gotten rid of the body sooner : a need, sharp and gnawing, was driving her mad.

Rotting flesh is bitter, Adanna realised— far too late, after a few days.

Kneeling in the mud, retching the sour tang of decay still clinging to her tongue, she cursed the moment her teeth had sunk into cold flesh, driven by an odd curiosity, urging and impossible to justify. Patience always made for finer meat— or so she thought. But, Death was imminent and thus it demanded immediate consumption.

Thought ?

[enigma-the-mysterious]

WIP Wednesday: 31/7/24

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RRR has consumed my brain so all recent WIPs are from there. Almost the same as last week. I managed to combine "Ram's thoughts as he carries Bheem away" with another draft like I said I would. I also added a new work to my WIP list. The plot bunnies are multiplying :p

1. Bheem's thoughts after the betrayal: What it says on the tin. Angst, angst, angst and more angst. There isn't enough Bheem trauma fics in the fandom and I am here to fix that

2. Aftermath of Bheem's arrest: Fucktons of angst and Ram being emo and self destructive as usual

3. Inspired: Bheem still has nightmares about the events at Delhi. He and Ram talk. Angst with comfort

4. Chocolate: Dosti era. Ram introduces Bheem to chocolate :D :D :D Pure, self indulgent fluff

5. Ram's guilt about the flogging: What it says on the tin. Post movie. Angst with comfort

Snippet from WIP 5.

"I should have protected you."

"You did."

"No," Ram snarled, feral, vicious. "I did not."

Bheem smiled, in the same serene way he had on the night when he trusted his most carefully guarded secret with the wrong person. "Yes, you did. I know it in my heart. When you told me to kneel, that was not actually an order, was it? It was a plea from you. You took no pleasure from my torture, did you, anna?"

Ram remained silent. He wanted to deny the truth in Bheem's words, for every word that he spoke felt like it was a word closer to Bheem spelling out his forgiveness, his absolution, his mercy for Ram and Ram hated that.

But he could not do it, not anymore. In Delhi, there were too many lies and secrets between them, half truths that ripped them apart and frayed the bond Ram had once thought was holy. So Ram was tired. He was so fucking tired.

"Tell me, anna," Bheem went on, clasping his hands tighter over Ram's fists, as if he feared that Ram would crumble into dust otherwise. Maybe he would. Six months of torture at the hands of the British and this was what would finally break him. The quiet strength and the tender kindness of his Bheema. How ironic and fitting at the same time.

"Tell me all the ways you protected me, saved me, kept my weary heart beating through the torture."

Ram choked on a sob. "I… I can't."

"Yes, you can. You can do this for me, your tammudu, right anna?"

His lips trembled. Memories flooded unbidden. The weight of Catherine's whip in his hand. The strain on his arm as he ripped out chunks of his dearest friend's flesh. The strength of Bheem's song, the stubborn defiance in his eyes, the fire directed at him, the pride in his eyes, his utter refusal to kneel. The warmth of Bheem's blood on his face. God, there had been so much blood. Blood rolling down his back, blood drenching his white dhoti, blood pooled at his feet, blood soaking the holy soil.

Bheem's body a dead weight on his shoulder.

A warm mist descended over his vision.

Dammit, how was he supposed to form words in such a state?

"I… I tried, Bheema," he finally said, swallowing another fit of sobs. "I tried so damn hard, to make it easy for you. But… but I failed."

Bheem raised both their hands and placed it over his chest. His broad, solid, moving chest.

"You didn't," he said and now his voice sounded strained too. "My heart still beats. My life still thrums in my veins, anna. If it was not for you, I would be dead. If it was any white officer, I would be dead. If it was anyone else, I would be dead at that whipping post."

There was a long silence, punctuated only by Ram's loud exhales.

"Tell me."

[beautyofattolia]

Xavier: I sleep with a bow under my pillow.

Bianca: I sleep with a knife.

Tyler: Both of you are pathetic. 

Xavier: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Tyler: Wednesday.

[waviermylove]

*Parents’ Weekend*

Gomez: I'll speak French between your legs, Cara Mia~

Morticia, swooning: That's the most romantic thing I've ever been told, Mon Cher-

*later, in the quad*

Ajax, reminiscing: I was just picturing someone screaming "BONJOUR" at a penis.

Kent: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS!

Xavier: TITTY CROISSANTS-

Wednesday: None of you cretins should ever be having sex.

Xavier: *pales* You- you don’t really mean that, do you Wednesday?

[scholarhect]

weirdly codependent with your dead-eyed cousin wednesday