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Happy new year guys have a self indulgent wenclair fic i wrote instead of sleeping :D
âTonightâs the night.â Enid declared, slamming down her red plastic cup next to the table where Yoko sat, some odd mixture of orange juice and vodka sloshing at the impact. Yoko looked up, flashing lights dancing across her pale face and dark eyes.
âTonightâs the night⌠you what?â She asked, twisting around in her chair to face a confident and possibly slightly drunk Enid.
âThe night I tell her. Wednesdayâ She replied breezily, plopping down into the chair next to Yoko. It was New Yearâs eve, and Xavier Thorpe was throwing a huge party at his house. Well, âhouseâ was a stretch. More like a mansion. Enid had gotten lost at least five times (and stumbled upon three couples making out) on her way to the main room, where a disco ball flashed almost as loudly as the blasting music. Alcohol and drunk teenagers splashed across the room, dancing and cheering. Half of Nevermore had to be there.
âIâll take her aside and confess. Iâm telling her I like her.â Enid said confidently. Sheâd played the scenario over and over in her head, she wouldnât be surprised if it had seared itself onto her brain. For months now sheâd been worrying, trying to find some way to tell Wednesday she had feelings for her. Two very different possibilities played like a broken record in her brain, looping over and over. Number one, Wednesday harshly rejects her with a cold glare and their friendship breaks apart, Enid moves in with Yoko, and they never talk to or see each other ever again. This was bad. Worst case scenario. Scenario two, and the unfortunately less likely one, however⌠included holding hands, dates, kissesâŚ
âEarth to Enid. Testing testing one two three.â Yoko said, snapping Enid out of a daydream that had spread a huge smile on her face.
âWhat?â
âCan I tell you what I think will happen?â Yoko asked, snatching up Enidâs drink like a cat and taking a sip.
âWhat?â Enid said again, somewhat irritated.
âYouâll work up some nerve and then chicken out like a little bitch. Like at the Christmas party. Or the Halloween one. Or evenâ â
âYeah okay I get it.â Enid interrupted. âBut this time will be different! New year, new me.â
âTechnically itâs not the new year yet.â Yoko pointed out as her girlfriend, Divina, stumbled up and sat next to Yoko too, leaning her head on her shoulder. Enid rolled her eyes.
âWhatever. Oh, there she is!â She said excitedly, spotting Wednesdayâs goth aesthetic sticking out like a sore thumb. Her signature braids hung behind her head, nearly blending into her midnight black dress that spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. The light caught her face for a second, flashing her black eyes so bright Enid could see it from across the room. Enidâs heart beat a little faster.
Iâmsogayiâmsogayiâmsogay
Enid took a deep breath, smoothing the colorful jumpsuit that she had slipped into for the night.
âWEDNESDAY HI!!!!â Enid yelled, making her way through the crowd and raising her voice over the music rattling her feet. Wednesday turned to face her, her face softening a little at the sight of Enid wiggling her way through the horde of sweat and vodka breath.
âOMG you look great!â Enid squealed, clasping her hands together as she finally reached Wednesday and Thing, perched like a bird on her shoulder, signing hello at Enid.
âYou lookâŚâ Wednesday glanced Enid up and down like a cat stalking her prey, silently judging. âRevolting.â
âThanks⌠I guess.â Enid gulped a little, a lump of nerves sliding down her throat. Â
Okay Sinclair. Stay cool. Just act normal.
âSO! Wednesday, I wanted to talk to you.â Wednesdayâs eyebrows creeped up her forehead.
âYou are.â She deadpanned.
âI know! I know, I just⌠about something specific.â
A beat.
âAboutâŚâ
âYEah! About⌠umâŚâ God, why was this so hard? Just get it out there.
âDo you⌠I⌠um. Do you want a drink?â She blurted out. Ugh. Nice going Sinclair.
Wednesdayâs eyebrows raised a little higher. âI suppose.â She conceded.
âGreat! Iâll go get you one.â Enid scrambled off into the crowd. Ugh. Of course Yoko was right, of course her nerves had overpowered her and sheâd chickened out. No. It wasnât too late. Sheâd get the drinks, come back, confess⌠and no matter what happened, hope it would quel the raging storm that thundered in her chest whenever Wednesday looked at her. It was a storm, yes. But it was also a flower that had slowly grown, unknown to Enid at first. A flower that glowed when Wednesday complimented her, that bloomed when they touched. A flower that Enid had unknowingly nurtured until sheâd found herself with a flower bigger than sheâd ever imagined. She reached the refreshments table, grabbing two plastic cups and scooping some punch in, contemplating the situation. Of fucking course she had to fall in love with Wednesday fucking Addams of all people. Wednesday with her deadpan drawl, cold glares, beautiful eyes⌠Something sticky and wet hit her hand, and she looked down to see that sheâd overfilled the cup she was holding. Ugh.
Five minutes later sheâd successfully partly cleaned up the mess, and was making her way through the crowd again, this time precariously balancing two glasses of punch. Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay. She got this. Sheâd walk up to Wednesday, tell her she liked her and then⌠heartbreak or kisses. Probably heartbreak, she thought bitterly.
âOkay Wednesday,â Here we go. âI got your drink, IâŚâ she trailed off. Her heart plummeted into her stomach. There, right where she had left her, Wednesday stood in front of Xavier. The boy was holding roses. Black roses. Black roses that Wednesdayâs hands were closed around, hands that dropped to Wednesdayâs side at the sight of Enid standing there.
Oh.
The punch cups clattered to the floor, but all noise was muted in Enidâs ears.
Something new bloomed in Enidâs chest. Not bloomed. Withered. Withered and stung, dead branches prickling her heart, closing in and suffocating it. The feeling slowly creeped up her chest, closing up her throat, thorns stinging her eyes. Tears, hot and wet and gross andâ
âEnid.â Wednesdayâs voice. Her voice, which had soothed Enidâs nightmares and comforted her through her pain. Her voice that cut through Enidâs thoughts, that shocked her out of her trance.
âI⌠I'm sorry. Sorry. I⌠I have to go, Iââ Enidâs words tripped and stumbled over themselves, not quite finding footing and forming complete sentences. It didnât matter, as something else drove Enidâs legs away. Away from the shocked boy with the roses and the stunned girl who had stolen her heart. Away, away, away. Away down the confusing endless halls, which seemed to close in on her every second. Away and into the nearest door, away and stumbling into the closet and bumping into the brooms and mops and falling to the floor, sobbing. Tears soaked her thoughts, blurred common sense. Why was she crying? Itâs not as if⌠itâs not as if she ever expected to get together with Wednesday. She didnât expect a fairy tale ending, so why did it feel like sheâd been cheated out of it? Had she read too far into the brushes of hands and passing glances that sheâd feebly convinced herself she didnât think meant anything more? Her heart felt like itâd been ripped out of her chest, tossed aside carelessly. Why did it feel like sheâd handed Wednesday her heart, fragile and on edge from all the times it had been broken and dropped. Why did it feel like Wednesday had taken it from her and set it aside, doomed to inevitably fall again. Why did it feel so wrong?
She wasnât sure how long she sat there, just her and her broken heart. Stupid stupid stupid. Her momâs voice stained her thoughts. She had no reason to be upset. She was overreacting, being overdramatic. Afterall, Wednesday didnât know about Enidâs feelings for her. It wasnât fair to Wednesday. And maybe, Wednesday did know and just⌠hadnât cared. Decided Enid wasnât good enough. It wouldn't be the first time Wednesday had tossed aside someoneâs feelings for her own benefit. It wouldnât be the first time Enid was abandoned for being not good enough. A shadow from behind the door tore away the flashing lights that had crept through, cracking open the door slowly. Enid kept her head in her arms, sniffling. The shadow âwhoever it was â carefully set itself down next to Enid, brushing against her in the small closet.
âEnid.â Enid would recognize that voice anywhere. Even through her usual bored tone, Wednesday still managed to sound⌠caring.
âEnid, I need you to talk to me.â A pause, a mini void filled only by more sniffling from Enid.
âWhy are you upset?â Her voice wasnât demanding or accusing. Only curious. Like her voice that first night on the roof, when she had asked why Enid was crying. Sheâd said because she was upset. Maybe Wednesday understood that now, that crying meant that Enid wasnât okay, that she needed comfort. Enid let the silence hang for a few more moments, trying to collect her stray thoughts and fish out an excuse.
âI⌠just. Sorry. Mustâve had too much to drink, haha.â Enid hated the way her voice sounded, weak and scrawny like a newborn chick.
âI canât help if youâre lying to me.â Wednesday stated so matter-of-factly, turning to face Enid. Her eyes were so beautiful, a betraying part of her brain couldnât help notice.âIs this about Xavier?â She continued. âDo you⌠like him?â Her eyes were like milky black pearls. Or a void staring endlessly back at Enid⌠wait. Wait what.
âWhat? No!â Enid wrinkled her nose. Even the thought of getting together with that⌠emo wannabe made her want to gag.
âThen whatâs wrong?â Enid looked away again, resting her head in her arms.
Click
She looked up, startled. The closet door had slammed shut, and she scrambled to her feet, jiggling the door handle. It was locked. Wednesday had stood up too, pushing Enid aside to try it herself.
âThing, if you do not open this door I will flay you alive.â She said, tone so sharp you could use it to slit someone's throat. No sound from the other side of the door, save for the soft clicks of manicured fingers padding off.
âThing!â Wednesday growled. Enid shoved her back aside, trying to channel some werewolf strength to open up the door. Wednesday pushed her back, and soon they were shoving each other back and forth in the tiny closet.
âEnid, stop moving.â
âGive me some space!â
âStop moving!â
Enid froze, eyes barely registering anything in the total darkness. A moment later, a light clicked on. Wednesday had found a lightbulb, and the cord to turn it on along with it. Speaking of Wednesday⌠after a moment of adjusting to the light Enid noticed.. They were very close. A tangle of limbs, theyâd somehow ended up eye-to-eye, barely a foot between their faces.
Oh god
Enid could feel herself turning red, her cheeks flushing as Wednesday mumbled something about Thing never seeing the light of day again. She looked⌠really hot. Which was a very weird thing to think about the sweaty girl with a death glare you were trapped in a closet with, so she was going to stop thinking about it along with the ever growing urge to kiss Wednesday Friday Addams.
âI was jealous!â Enid blurted out. She wasnât sure where it came from. Maybe she was tired of hiding it. Wednesday was looking at her, dumbfounded.
ââŚWhat?â
âI was jealous.â Enid continued, squeezing her eyes shut so she wouldnât have to see the disgust that would inevitably flush the other girlâs face. âI was jealous of Xavier. Because I know he likes you and you like him and IâŚâ She trailed off, bowing her head as more tears stung her eyes. âAnd I like you.â The words hung heavy in the air, a long held secret finally released.
âYou like me?â Wednesdayâs voice was a whisper, a ghost. But Enid heard it. Liked her? She more than liked her, really.
âIââ
âTEN!â
Enid was cut off by a chorus of voices from outside the closet. She pulled up her apple watch. 11:59. The countdown to new years had begun.
âNINE!â
âEnid, listen.â Wednesday's voice rang out urgent and clear.
âEIGHT!â
âItâs okay, I get it. You donât like me back.â It was hard to keep the spite from creeping into her voice.
âSEVEN!â
âNo, I⌠I donât like Xavier. Weâre not a thing. I rejected himâ
âSIX!â
For a moment, Enidâs voice was stolen from her.
Wednesday didnât like Xavier.
âFIVE!â
âBut⌠I donât understand. The flowersâŚâ Something cold creeped up Enidâs face. Wednesday. Wednesdayâs hands cupped her cheeks.
âFOUR!â
The space between them had gotten smaller, the air a kind of heavy that made Enidâs chest seize up around her heart and catch her breath.
âTHREE!â
âI donât like Xavier. I like you.â Wednesday said softly, so close that Enid could feel her warm breath mingling with Enidâs own.
âTWO!â
âMe? But⌠I donât understand.â Enidâs voice was shaky, trembling. A million things were going on within her, panicked screams and breathless gasps. She was pretty sure she was having a heart attack.
âThen let me help you understand,â Wednesday replied, the determination in her voice reflected in her eyes.
âONE!â
Faster than Enid could prepare or process, Wednesday kissed her. On the lips. And after an incredible moment that lasted for an infinity, that she would carry with her for the rest of her life, Enid kissed back. She couldnât see the fireworks outside, but she had a pretty good idea from inside the closet. The boom was her heartbeat, so quick and so loud. The heat was Wednesdayâs lips against hers, warm and welcoming. The lights⌠the lights were the faint blush that graced Wednesdayâs black and white cheeks, the shine in her eyes when they opened as they broke apart. Wednesday's hands were a chilly vine, receding from Enidâs hair, tracing her chin.
âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â The crowd from outside screamed, laughing and talking before breaking into a chorus. Wednesdayâs eyes never left Enid, her brow furrowing.
âYou taste like alcohol.â
Enid couldnât help it. The flower in her chest had bloomed again, and something in her was just so⌠happy. She broke out into giggles, doubling over. Sheâd just kissed Wednesday fucking Addams. Sheâd just kissed Wednesday!
âPffft. Happy New Year Wednesday.â
#wenclair#wenclair fic#My fic#my fics#im too lazy to put this on ao3 lol#whatever ill do it tommorow#well today technically#hang on did i just pull an all-nighter#shit
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Why is no one talking about the fact that Bill is probably back as a bird? The last two pages in the book of bill show the statues eye not glowing, and the last page the eye is glowing with that looks like a bird on his hand. I would show pictures but I donât have the book on me atm! Anyways bird billâŚ. I must draw himâŚ.
#I woke up with a vision bro /j I FELL ASLEEP AT 6PM WTF đđđđđ HOW DID I SLEEP SO LONG HELLOO#anyway#the book of bill#gravity falls#also I think the website is gonna update tomorrow#well technically today since itâs 5 am here#bill cipher#the book of bill spoilers#gf#doodle#doodles#myart#bird bill save me bird bill I made such a fire design for bro
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what's the threshold theory
There was a post about how Tom is the only crew member who isn't really affected by the Borg, and there's a theory that he has so much luck because he saw the past and the future when he crossed the transwarp threshold. He saw the past and the future, all of time and space. There's some subconscious part of him that remembers that experience. In fact, Tom refused to play a part in Chakotay indulging Annorax's temporal incursions, probably because a part of him knew nothing good could come of it.
If we extend that same theory to Janeway, some of her wild luck with time travel and other crack plans starts to make sense. She doesn't verbally hate time travel until after the events of Threshold, since it happens in Time and Again without complaint. Janeway has an uncanny knack for time travel, as evidenced every time she deals with it. She hates time travel, but it might be because part of her knows exactly how to manipulate the timeline. She manages to avoid the "inevitable" temporal explosion in Future's End, saving both Voyager and Braxton. She resets the entire timeline in Year of Hell, and no one else followed her reasoning. She pulled it off flawlessly. In Relativity, she senses the incidents are all related, despite it being just one reading that connects them. By the time she's involved, she has a temporal incursion factor of .0036 and a time travel protocol named after her, even if that may just be Braxton's personal grudge. Then there's Endgame, where she intentionally changes the timeline. Up until this point, she has been dragged into time travel, but for the first time, she jumps in on purpose. How does Admiral Janeway know how to get them home sooner in a way that completely avoids the Temporal Integrity Commission? It's because she has seen all of time, and part of her knows exactly what needs to happen so she can get Voyager home and do it in a way that becomes baked into the prime timeline. Maybe she doesn't consciously remember what happened during her transformation, but the experience lives in her mind somewhere, guiding her decisions.
#every day is threshold day#tldr threshold cemented the time travel shenanigans#we're not counting her disparagement of time travel in relativity i know it's technically before threshold#but they've messed with the timeline so much that her past timeline is also changed.#Time travel is funny because the past is the future the future is the past#so while relativity comes before threshold in the prime timeline her timeline has also been changed in a way that it wasn't before threshol#we could chalk it up to a writing oversight but this is more interesting#not to mention her uncanny luck with the Borg which I think ties in as well#it's part of why her instinct is so strong#also the bio neural gel packs but that's a different theory#listen she's amazing with or without having seen all of time and space but she has seen all of time and that must have affected her somehow#those little salamander babies also have all of the cosmos in their mind#tried to explain as concisely as possible but it is part of my overarching theory#she doesn't second guess herself nearly as much following their jaunt into transwarp#I have more but I'm trying to be brief cause it's written up partially in my drafts somewhere and i have some things i need to do today lol#meta#Star Trek voyager#Kathryn janeway#threshold day#did you expect me thresholdbb to not have a serious threshold theory?#listen I can make anything nonsense and turn anything into a serious theory I was known for this kinda bs in grad school#I wrote a 25 page paper on NOTHING once#I wrote a paper about how corn fields were super gay and it made my professor cry I can spin the bullshit it is one of my skills
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i swear i am normal about him
#buckshot roulette#buckshot roulette dealer#buckshot roulette fanart#the dealer#dealer buckshot roulette#doodle post#doodle dump#i wasn't just gonna leave it at one illustration obviously. but i was kinda planning to draw an attack today..................#i am. well aware of the audience the dealer has and finding out i technically am part of it was both Very Funny and Harrowing. Fucking Oops
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Fun fact about In Rot and Infection: Loop has no idea thereâs a mystery sickness going around until after Siffrin loops back from it for the first time. Needless to say they are quite baffled. A little surprised, even.
On the plus side, Loop is definitely immune to it! On account of being a nonbinary star person, of course! So thatâs one thing theyâve got going for them.
(Hurray, name reveal for the sickness in IRAI!! Itâs called âpourrir diseaseâ because I like how it looks, not because itâs an actual disease. It can also referred to as âpourrirâ for short. :3)
#in rot and infection#in rot and infection au#infection au#technically speaking#in stars and time#in stars and time au#isat au#isat loop#isat siffrin#in stars and time siffrin#in stars and time loop#zeistyâs comic stuff#zeistyâs goofs#listen getting to poke fun at this au is a blast so. you get baffled loop from me today#tomorrow? well. every good infection au has stages :)#bonus points to whoever figures out what pourrir means btw :3
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so i might be making a picture book about my blorbos for uni...
#oc#doodle#original character#fantasy#oc: folke#oc: selma#pareidolia tag#I WAS UNSURE IF I WAS GOING TO GET TO DO IT BCS#for the brief my teacher 'strongly urged' people to take inspiration from three classic stories for our books and 'not do something you hav#planned to do preivously'#and like well i wanna draw blorbos.#technically i hadnt planned to do this little story either bcs it has to be kid friendly and pareidolia is Not going to be kid friendly#sooooooooo... but during feedback today he seemed really positive towards my idea so YAY#i decided to give baby folke some dalkulla-esque clothes bcs his mother's side is from dalarna and moved to gästrikland recently#the jacket is kinda cool so maybe i can try to incorporate it into an adult outfit somehow . although itd be patchworked cuz itd be too sma
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too much "phoenix's long seven years of plotting", not nearly enough "mia's years of research on redd white and years of waiting for dahlia's downfall"
#while she wasn't necessarily waiting you get what i mean here right.#also ppl act like phoenix was some obsessed depressed freak during the 7yg#like i'm sure it was bad but he was explicitly shown as well functioning#anyways. yeah that's my take for today#ace attorney#aa#raysfanart#mia fey#aa fanart#ace attorney fanart#gyakuten saiban#aa3#aa1#phoenix wright: ace attorney#ace attorney: trials and tribulations#trials and tribulations#dahlia hawthorne#bc she is there technically#chihiro ayasato#aa art#ace attorney fan art#ace attorney art#cw bright colors
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Maxie n Archie post ORAS team hcs! Plus some bonus lore n doodles under the cut
#magma leader maxie#aqua leader archie#uhh no hardenshipping for a change technically#pokemon ORAS#third time ive drawn these now LOL first time in 2021. then 2022. and now... now#it took me a few years but ive mostly figured out how to draw pokemon hooray#eventually ill redo the admins as well prolly. but not today#team magma maxie#team aqua archie
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can you let kugie and Kanna live happily ever after no kugie is not dead what r u talking sbout
Day 78: of course they lived happily ever after, here's Kanna's high school graduation photo!
#your turn to die#yttd#a kanna a day#kanna kizuchi#my post#my art#kugie kizuchi#greenblings#requested kanna#wanted to draw kanna graduating because i also graduated today#well technically yesterday since im late and its no longer may 31st in my timezone#i think i couldve put more thought into detail here but in my defence i just graduated if you didnt know btw#i just now realize how huge kugies hand are...... uuhhhhhh#its the perspective guyyysss it was planned all along trust meeeeee#also shes basically unrecognizable from the original here but thats intentional. shes 20 here after all. + my headcanons.#have i mentioned that i just graduated
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hand that feeds
#im in some kind of silly goofy mood today#kamen rider ryuki#satoru tojo#mitsuru sano#satosano#ryuki#ryuki spoilers#technically even though it might be too abstracted to make sense if you don't already know#well whatever#eyestrain#post tag#art tag
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I had a thought. It probably already exists, but what is the fandom nickname for Moby Dick? I mean like you know how Harry Potter fans are called Potterheads.
âŚAre Moby Dick fans called Dickheads?
Imagine pulling up to the book club or to your fellows and going âWhatâs up Dickheadsâ and then proceeding to have either the most philosophical or deranged discussion about fictional whales. Probably both.
Honestly couldnât be me. Ahem.
#moby dick#DAILY DICK!!#Well technically no art today but yeah#classic literature#herman melville#we could be called whalers I think thatâs cool too#but the first suggestion is funnier fr#whale weekly#đ
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Actually had this done since December but wanted to make it digitally but I don't think I ever will so magical rocket launcher girl heart
Context & the old art from over a year ago:
#don't like the old one but proud of how much improvement happened in a year tho#well like technically less#drew the first one in like April 2023 & then redrew it with pencil in December before going over it with pens & some markers just now#teeeeechnically looks the same from Dec but did edit stuff a slight bit [like the face] today#im just rambling now but improvments are cool#i still don't understand where the idea came from but that's usually how most my ideas go anyway#MAYBE I'll actually fix it up digitally in ibis like i planned one day#big maybe but still a maybe#chonny jash#chonnys charming chaos compendium#cj heart#-atlas art-
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Hello! My new 15 page comic is now up an available for pay what you like on itchio. I will of course still be posting it here on my blog and my comic sideblog tooquirkytolosemakescomics.
And you might ask "ok why give you a dollar when i can get it for free" You don't wanna support me?? :(
Well, if you download it from itchio you will also get extras like a cover page, 2 gag comics and a sketch page! I hope you read it and enjoy
#it is TECHNICALLY still free on itchio as well lol#you can just download as is#i'll probably post the comic here later today#and i will probably do this with lengthier one shot comics from now on
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tfw maid lucy
#that comic felt like a targeted attack#mochadoodles#reverse 1999#medicine pocket#mesmer jr#lucy#reverse 1999 lucy#i will not#not recover from this#ever#my lucy blog eating well today#dude⌠this robot⌠come onâŚ#im normal i promise#this place is a hazard for lesbians (me) /pos#lucypocket#technically#because i say so#that comic has the same emotional impact to me as kaalaa baunaa cafe collab art release#thats not an easy feat
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its that time. gonna make bdg graham cracker and more importantly OLD BAY ice creams. TODAY.
#well technically I'm gonna make the bases today. and we're gonna freeze/churn the old bay on Monday and the#graham cracker will get churned and made into s'mores ice cream later this week !!!#bdg#if you know. then you KNOW
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If I hesitate, do whatever feels right.
(Sweet Home 2, ep. 8)
#sweet home#sweet home 2#kdramaedit#kdramasource#kdramadaily#asiandramasource#asiandramanet#netflixedit#sweethomeedit#m*gifs#MY SWEET BOY SEOK CHAN#his kindness kills me#i'm going to make a compilation set for him tomorrow <3#well technically today bc it's 1:30 am#i colored the first gif and went 'oh that wasn't bad i can totally make this set in 2 hours' I WAS WRONG#coloring seok chan gifs was pretty fun and then i got to yeong hu and entered the 9th circle of hell#but anyway! i love them#this level of trust makes me insane
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