#who's gonna tell wednesday how gay this is

[lolalvrrgurl]

She's projecting so hard wtf

"She's luminescent"

"Especially in a dress like the one she's wearing"

"His heart wouldn't be able to take it"

His heart, yeah sure jane

[callmelola111]

K.O. ♡ e.w. oneshot

 ✄ - - - -   inspo track   - - - -   bull believer- wednesday

synopsis: as hours, minutes, and seconds count down till the new year, secrets are revealed and trust is broken. who knew the downfall of your life could be so freeing—and that a total stranger would be the one to catch you.

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 4.8k

      | ❀ | cw: 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, reader is in a toxic relationship with a man (sexuality isn’t mentioned in huge detail so feel free to hc however you like—they could be bi, pan or just a lesbian with very real comp het), coming out scene (refers to self as “gay”), heavy swearing, descriptions of intense violence + gore, cheating (bf on reader), underage drinking + use of marjuana (18), reader is called a slur (dyke)

a/n: hi hellooo, long time no see! **first, a quick disclaimer: this isn't realistic, there is a complete lack of morals and an unethical/dangerous amount of violence that i wouldn't condone irl. but alas this is fan fiction based off a M rated game whose whole basis is violence, sooo plz keep that in mind when reading.** anywaysss... i’ve been obsessed with this song for months now and it sparked a little oneshot idea so here it is. not exactly my usual stuff, more of a passion project as i process my hatred for men as a lesbian who used to date them. soooo i guess this one goes out to my small town comp het girlies who love ellie williams. thanks for all the support!! ♡~ lola

In the south it never really felt like a true winter. All the holidays that came along with it never felt real either. Christmas was dull and New Years was even worse. After spending the last 18 years of your life in a small hick town, it felt like no use to wish for some “better future”. You were damned from the start. Sure it was a new year, but it was the same old shit and you knew nothing was gonna change until you got out of this hell hole.

Just 6 more months of pretending, you’d tell yourself. 6 more months of bending over backwards to please your overbearing parents. 6 more months of mediocre sex with your shitty boyfriend that you weren’t even sure you liked. 6 more months of artificial conversations with your estranged friend group from middle school who claim to “not get you” anymore. But at this point, as every little thing ate away at you, you weren’t sure if you could keep up your act for much longer. Especially tonight, where you’d be faced with the challenge of appeasing all 3. 

December 31st, 9:00pm:

Adorned in a matching set of mint green pjs you sat patiently on your bed waiting for the go-ahead. Like clockwork, your parents gave a small knock and pushed open your door from its cracked position. It always annoyed you how they knocked, pretending to respect your privacy while simultaneously enforcing a “no closed doors” rule. You thought at 18 they would’ve let it go, but no. 

“Well hun, me and your mother are heading out now. We don’t expect to be back till the morning… Ya know, just to be safe while taking part in all the ‘festivities’.” Your dad chuckled, throwing up some air quotes. Your mom stood deadpan waiting for him to wrap up his little bit before butting in.

“No plans for the evening, right?” She phrased her words like a question but you knew this was just her way of subtleing enforcing the stupid rules you’ve followed your whole life.

“Of course not momma. Probably just gonna watch Gilmore Girls reruns and then go to sleep before any fireworks start up.” You gestured to your pjs but your perfectly made bed said otherwise. See, you knew this little routine like the back of your hand. You knew just what to do and just what to say in order to lure your parents into a false sense of security. While they stood in the frame of your door wishing you a goodnight, your party clothes hung on the other side of it, just out of their view.

December 31st, 9:30pm:

A loud honking blared from just outside your bedroom window. You ushered the sheer curtains open and glared out at the little sedan sputtering in your driveway. Your hands ran down your face followed by a big sigh. It’s not like you didn’t know your boyfriend Jax was coming to pick you up for the new years party that night, you had planned it just days before. But unbeknownst to him, the only reason you reached out was because you didn’t have a ride and tonight was one of the few times your parents wouldn’t be around to police curfew. 

You climbed into the passenger seat already cringing at the unidentifiable smell and litters of trash covering the floor. Forcing a smile to your face you greet the grimey boy sitting at the wheel with a wave.

“Come onnnn, not even a kiss? You must be real happy to see me, huh?” You grit your teeth, squeeze both eye’s shut, and lean in for a peck to appease his complaints. 

“Of course I’m happy to see you babe.” This was a lie. Something you had become quite good at these past few years, even lying to yourself at times. The rest of the car ride was silent, leaving you to ponder this drudgery of a relationship. You weren’t quite sure when things shifted or if there was ever an attraction at all, but after a year together and college approaching you just decided to ride it out until the inevitable. And part of you recognized the same in him, so there was never any guilt about it. 

December 31st, 9:45pm:

Alcohol was the first thing on your mind as soon as the car went into park. The door to the house was propped wide open, inviting in teens of the small town. Some top 10 hit boomed from a speaker nested in the main living area, not really your style—at least not sober. You scavenged the kitchen for a clean solo cup to designate as your own and began the journey to drunkenness. Jax followed in suit with a couple bottles of beer. The harsh burn in your throat lingered but the alcohol's effect was already beginning to take off the edge that was your life.

You attempted to initiate some conversation with the man who had brought you here but he was too busy texting to listen. So consumed with the glow of his screen, you couldn’t help but peek to see what was so interesting. As soon as you got a glimpse you wished you had been less nosey. His attention was not being stolen by a dumb Instagram reels, but actually, a long string of texts with a girl whose name you didn’t recognize. Your stomach pinged at his possible infidelity. Partly because he was your boyfriend but mostly because you’d spent months convincing yourself to like him, to stay with him, to be a good girlfriend—and he could care less. All this work and effort on your part was simply discarded with his unloyal behavior. It was all for nothing. But hey, maybe you were just drawing conclusions. It could just be a friend. Right?

December 31st, 10:15pm:

Jax had finally shifted his attention back to you before his screen lit up again causing you to retaliate in irritation. You swiped up the cracked device before he had the chance and began to scroll.

“Can’t you just silence it? What is soooo fucking importan-.” Your voice caught at the sight of flirty messages littering the screen.

“Are-are you fucking cheating on me?” You instantly questioned.

“Bro no! Give me my fucking phone back!”

“Who the fuck are you texting then? ‘Mary Jane’,” you spouted in a mocking tone, “no way is that someone's real name. You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“It’s a joke between me and my cousin. Now would you chill?”

“Your cousin?? You call your cousin baby?? I mean, I knew this town was full of hicks but I didn’t know y’all were those kinds of hicks.” The alcohol was giving you a little too much courage as your taunting waded into dangerous territory.

“The fuck did you just say? Don’t fucking test me! Can’t even handle a couple shots without getting all crazy on me!!”

“Crazy?? I’m being fucking reasonable. Literally any other person would be bothered by this just as much as me.”

“You know what, just fuck off. We can talk when you stop being such a delusional bitch.” He then disappeared into the living room, landing onto the couch, leaving you alone with your anger. 

December 31st, 10:30pm:

You stood idle, bubbling over with emotion, eye’s filling with tears when a wet sensation hit your upper lip. Its flow grew stronger and began to trickle onto your hands where your gaze was locked. Deep red stained your palms- a random nosebleed. It was like a sign from the universe. A sign that you weren’t crazy. In fact, you might be one of the only sane people in this whole damn town. Stuck in your reverie, blood continued to drip on your hands, your shirt, your lips- everywhere. That is until a kind eyed girl slipped you a dish towel to stop the flow. 

“Uh hey, your nose is bleeding.” You snapped your head up finally acknowledging the moment in full.

“Shit thanks, sorry…” Your face went hot realizing how long you had been just standing still, letting the blood fall where it may. The heat doubled, spreading to your ears when you finally acknowledged the person who had witnessed the whole thing. Ellie Williams. You had never formally met but knew of her existence, as she had kind of a reputation around school. There wasn’t anything inherently bad about her (at least in your opinion), she just didn’t fit the mold of most residents in your town. Therefore, she was a target for people's prejudices, especially being the only out lesbian in your senior class. Despite everyone else’s thoughts, you really admired her. You wished you had that type of courage.

“It’s no problem…” the auburn haired girl glanced down deciding what to say next before lifting her gaze back up to you. “Not to be nosey, I know you don’t really know me, but like… are you okay?”

Head tilted back, you gave a nasally reply, “Oh me? Yeah, yeah uh- I’m okay” 

“No offense but uh, you don’t look that okay.” she gestured to your bloody everything.

“Alright so I’m not okay, you got me.” You looked down to your now crimson stained blouse and scrubbed frantically at the chiffon material trying to reprimand the damage.

“Here, here– You can just take my flannel to cover it up, I promise I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” Before you could say anything else, Ellie was sliding the warm garment over your shoulders and guiding you into the arm holes. It was dark blue, in a faded plaid pattern, and smelled of pine and incense. The girl was now left barren in just her white tank– and all for you.

“Yeah of course.” She then took it a step further, buttoning you up. You watched as her dexterous fingers worked up from the bottom of the shirt to the top, brushing you at each maneuver. A little jab into the plush right under your naval, a swipe past your ribs, and a tap at your collarbones. The quick, unexpected interaction left you completely flustered and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Thank you.” was all you could say. 

“Sooo… do you wanna talk about it?” At this point, Ellie was completely enamored with you from the way you handled yourself with Jax. She had this unusual feeling, a feeling like she needed to protect you. A feeling that you were different from most. Maybe you were even a little like her?

“Honestly, yeah. My friend Samara was supposed to be here tonight but I guess she decided not to show, and I’m starting to wish I didn’t either.”

“Well, if it’s worth anything, I’m glad you’re here. Come on now, follow me.” Ellie led the way to a set of stairs at the edge of the living room. You snaked right past the couch where Jax was drunkenly passed out, mumbling obscenities at his phone. Of course, he paid no mind to you. The idiot was too consumed with himself to even wonder if you were okay.

December 31st, 11:00pm:

You and the sweet girl sat on the rough carpeted step talking about everything under the sun. Ellie was the first person in a really long time who you felt you could be honest with.

“So you think he’s cheating on you?” she questions trying to clarify the few bits of dialogue she heard while watching from afar.

“I know he is. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” Ellie put her head down staring at the laces of her dirty converse. You felt so unreadable, making her unsure of how to proceed in the conversation. “So00, how do you feel about it all then?”

“I don’t know, I guess angry.” you answered with a remarkably solemn tone. 

“What about… sad?”

Like second nature, you instantly thought of a less than honest answer until Ellie’s attentive green eyes brought you back to Earth. 

“It feels like… I’m supposed to be sad, but I can’t. In a twisted, confusing way, I’m honestly kinda relieved. So fucking pissed, but relieved.” Ellie’s lids widened, this was an answer she wasn’t expecting at all–but one she was glad to hear.  

“I can’t blame you, he does kinda seem like a piece of shit.”

“And his dick is small too.” you quipped, making Ellie chuckle under her breath.

“Maybe I’m reading into things, but… it seems like you never really liked this guy in the first place.” 

You took a guilty pause before confirming, “Maybe…”

“So why haven’t you broken up with him?” Ellie was genuinely curious. She thought if it was her in the situation she definitely would’ve gotten rid of that Jax guy long, long ago. Who would wanna keep around a douche bag like that?

“Being with Jax felt convenient. He felt like my ticket to ‘normalcy’.” You put your head down in slight shame but continued the explanation. “I got so caught up in my image that I neglected how I actually felt. I was doing everything to please everyone but me.”  Ellie scooted in one inch to the left, now connecting your thighs and bringing in a sense of comfort.

“Trust me, I understand. This town is fucking ruthless.”

“God yeah, the things I’ve heard people say about you are seriously fucked up. I don’t know how you do it.” A beat of silence lingered as Ellie articulated her thoughts.

“I think… community. I mean, obviously most of the people at our school look down on me, but all it takes is one singular person to be right there with you and then things don’t feel so bad. I guess for me, I can’t imagine being anything but myself. Like completely myself.” The girl looked up from the hangnail she was picking at as she spoke and was met with your tear filled eyes. “Fuck, did I say something?”

Your hand shot up to quickly wipe away the floodgates threatening to fall, “No, no. It’s just that you’re right,” you stuttered, choking down another cry, “an-and, I wish I would've realized it sooner because these past 4 years have been like hell. I don’t wanna be the cookie cutter straight girl anymore. I just wanna be me.”

Ellie then placed a gentle hand to your knee and brought her eyes to meet your own, “And what might that be?”

“Gay. Like really fucking gay.” you said through teary-eyed laughs as Ellie joined in with her own hearty chuckle.

“Welcome to the club.” she said, sticking out a strong hand for you to shake. You grasped it tightly as her warm palm guided you up and down, her touch lingering just a little longer than the gesture itself. As you collected yourself you whipped out a small pocket mirror to touch up the smudged mascara littering your undereyes. Ellie admired in silence. She was in pure awe of your resilience, and when you were finished with your clean up, you turned back to realize what had just gone down.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for dumping all that on you considering we just met. It’s weird how things I’ve never even said out loud before can come out so easily around a stranger.”

Ellie nudges you with her shoulder, “I guess I just have that effect, huh?”

“I guess you do.” you sighed, nudging her back.

December 31st, 11:15pm:

The two of you continued your banter until a cold breeze from the back door gave Ellie a brilliant idea.

“Dare I say… you look like you need a blunt?” she said with a mischievous smirk.

“No, please. It's exactly what I need.”

Ellie then reached into the pocket of her baggy jeans, “I guess it’s your lucky day then.” she said, revealing the most perfectly wrapped blunt you’d ever seen.

“You’re actually god sent Ellie. How are we just now meeting?” The auburn-haired girl gave a small laugh before grabbing your hand and leading you to the backyard. As she pushed the white panel door open, every single ounce of weight that had been lifted off from that one singular conversation, all came crashing back down. Ellie and you weren’t the only ones who adventured outside into the brisk night air. Right on the porch stood Jax, accompanied by your “friend” Samara, who up until this point you didn’t even think was coming. The piece of shit was practically sucking her face off before the creaking sound of the back door sent them 5 feet apart.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” you yelled, eyes growing dark with rage. Ellie just stood and watched from the corner.

“Babe, please! I swear it’s not what you think!” Jax stumbled forward, attempting to grasp at your figure.

“Don’t you dare try and touch me! You don’t even deserve to look at me. It’s over Jax. I’m done being suffocated by your never ending bullshit!” Knuckles clenched, you continued your lashings, this time at Samara. “I-I thought we were friends. What happened to that?”

“You don’t even like him. You should be thanking me.” she spat. 

“You really don’t get it, huh? This has nothing to do with me liking Jax or not, you completely betrayed our friendship the second you started fucking him behind my back. Friends don’t fuck each other boyfriends Samara!” Before she could even respond Jax was dragging her away, flipping you off on the way inside.

“Ellie-” you squeaked, trembling in shock. 

“Come here, it’s okay love.” she whispered, parting her arms to make a safe space just for you. You collapsed into the warm cavity and relinquished the buckets of tears you had been saving for the moment someone actually gave a fuck. And Ellie did. She never let go of you even for a second as you crumbled under her.

“Jeez I’m sorry.” you said after minutes of pure silence, lifting your head to meet Ellie’s green eyes. 

“For what?”

“For being a drunk mess, crying to you about a man, and also, I think I got a little snot on your shirt.” you tried to laugh it off but you really just wanted to disappear.

Taking your face in her palms Ellie reassured you, “hey, hey no need to be sorry pretty girl. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Besides, I think I look kinda good with this huge ass wet spot in the middle of my tank top. What do you think?” You stepped back and took a look at the damage, and honestly, she was kinda right. With the white cotton material you could see right through to her toned stomach, barely missing the bottom of her breasts. 

“Fine, yes. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls who’d kill to see you in a wet shirt Ellie.”

“Lucky you then.” she said, playfully nudging your shoulder.

You couldn’t help it as the corners of your mouth turned upwards, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“There’s that smile. Soooo… blunt now?”

“Yes. Blunt.”

December 31st, 11:30pm:

And just like that, you were halfway through the chestnut wand of herbs and deep in conversation.  

“So you really haven't seen But I’m a Cheerleader?” Ellie asked, blowing out a puff of smoke with the question and passing it on.

You took the blunt from between her fingers and let it rest between your own, “No. Should I have?” 

“Definitely dude, it’s like queer classic.”

“Oh yeah?” You cocked your head at the freckled faced girl. 

“Yeah. And now that I’m thinking about it, you’re honestly just like the main character.”

“How so?” you asked, taking another long draw. 

“She’s in denial about being gay for like the first 30 minutes of the movie.”

A string of coughs unleashed from your chest as you let out a hefty laugh mid-inhale, “Bitch-”

“What? I’m being so deadass!”

“Fine, what character are you then?” you pry, passing the lit blunt back over to Ellie.

Taking a hit she replies, “I guess I’d be graham.”

“And what does she do?”

“I’m kinda like your awakening in a sense. Graham is all gay and cool, and of course Megan—that's you—totally falls for her.” 

You retrieve the lit cannabis and roll your eyes, “I haven’t fallen for you yet Williams.”

“Yet.” she emphasizes, placing a soft finger to the tip of your nose tauntingly.

“Ha. Ha.” you monotonously mock, “Now here, I think it’s done.” You hand Ellie the roach and she promptly stubs it out into the concrete slab deck.

“Come on, let’s go inside. I’m fucking cold.” she pleas.

“Dude I’m scared. Like I am way too fucked up for this.”

“No, no– I promise you’re fine. I’ll protect you.” 

“Fineee.” you drag out.

December 31st, 11:50pm:

Things were seemingly fine as you and Ellie entered the muggy living area of the packed house once more. Your hesitancy was quite clear though and Ellie could sense you needed just a little reassurance. Your right hand, currently picking away at the hangnail on the thumb of your left, was quickly captured by Ellies own rough hand which led you back to your comfortable spot on the ascending stair set.

As you both took a seat your grip remained tight on the girl, afraid that if you let go you might jump up from your spot right then and there just to give Jax one more lesson. Just the sight of him through the slats of the stairs’ wooden railing—legs casually spread wide and eyes focused in on a casual game of Mortal Kombat—drove you fucking crazy. 

“Dude if you keep staring like that you might actually burn a hole through his dumb ass T-shirt.” Ellie said, nudging your tensed shoulder.

“Good it’s ugly anyways.”

“Fair point.”

“I just have this burning need to get back at him. I wanna beat his ass just like in that game he can’t take his eyes off.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Very funny, but you wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Oh yeah?” you questioned before laying a soft punch to the girl's forearm. A string of dramatic “Ows” reverberated from her lips. “See, I’m a badass right?”

“Fine you’re a total badass” she agreed begrudgingly, rubbing the soft tissue of her arm where you had left your mark. 

“What? It hurt that bad? You need me to kiss it better?” you taunted. 

“Maybe I do.” she said, longing eyes staring into your own. 

You gulped down any hesitation and felt it drop straight to your nervous stomach, “Where does it hurt?”

Ellie pointed to her arm slowly, “here.”

You placed a soft peck.

Hot breath raising goosebumps to the surface of her skin, “and here”, she gestured to her outstretched neck

Another supple kiss.

“And um-” she continued, but was quickly cut off and brought back to reality with the bellowing sound of a countdown. Too caught up in the moment, you both had almost forgotten about the holiday currently taking place.

FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO…

“Can I kiss you?” she blurted frantically, and with no words you dove into her plump, chapped lips. Just like a puzzle piece your bottom lip slotted perfectly between her own. It was a gentle and delicate kiss at first, drinking in the euphoric moment. Quickly though, soft maneuvers of the mouth got quicker and harder. Spit was exchanged with passion and need, as your hands were becoming grabby at the girl's toned figure. The heat growing between your legs was an easy distraction from the fact that you were at a large party, in a hick town, with your ex-boyfriend now hovering over your more than friendly exchange.

January 1st, 12:01am:

“The fuck? You’re a dyke now?” he yells, practically loud enough for the whole party to hear. You and Ellie frantically pull apart, bumping heads in the process.

The calloused hands that were once caressing the small of your back are now balled into tight fists as Ellie rises from her seated position.

“The fuck did you just say?” she questions, tilting her head to the right.

You now stand up with her, worried where this might go, “Jax you need to walk away.”

“Oh shut up slut. You’re so fucking desperate you’d do it with anyone!” 

That one hurt. That was the tipping point. Tears welled in your eyes. 

“I’M NOT A FUCKING SLUT! I’M GAY AND NEVER LIKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

“You need to leave now before I do something I’ll regret, you dirty bitch.” he threatens. And that's it, Ellie takes a swing aiming straight for his nose. Her fist retracts and reveals his bloody and now crooked cartilage. Through clenched teeth Jax grips onto Ellies white tank, throwing her into the open space of the living room. Just like a car crash, it’s one of those things where a scene can be so disturbing but you just can’t look away. And everyone else in the room was feeling it too—backed into corners, hands over mouths, some men even obnoxiously chanting “fight, fight.” But this isn’t what you wanted. Not at all.

“STOP! YOU NEED TO FUCKING STOP IT!” you screamed desperately. You didn’t even want to imagine what Jax would do to the freckled girl who changed your life in mere hours. But you didn’t have to, because here they were, brawling it out for the whole school. Jax swung at Ellie’s head to which she ducked before jabbing him in the stomach, stealing whatever air was swimming in his lungs. He stumbled backwards 3 steps, coughing through the hit, but this just made him angrier.

He charged back at the flustered girl with more force and gained a grip on a wad of choppy auburn hair. With a forceful yank she came tumbling to the ground with him on top. Ellie wriggled, pushed, and kicked but the sheer weight of the furious man was enough to keep her pinned. Jax began punching left and right, capturing her face with each blow. Thick crimson decorated his knuckles and the entirety of the girl's face. You could barely make out her litter of freckles and the half-lidded slits of emerald green—it was blood, all blood.

But as Jax kept on going, and the room grew quieter, this fight turned into something much more serious. It was inching on life or death and you had to do something. You surveyed the room, eyes dancing from counter to counter until a large glass beer bottle nagged at the tips of your fingers. Grabbing it tightly in your fist, you did what you had to to end this. Glass and gasps scattered through the room. The sharp brown shards littered the floor and evoked a gushing red stream from the back of Jax’s head. He instantly rolled to the side leaving Ellie an opening to escape. You weren’t done yet though, he hadn’t gotten what he deserved yet. Falling to the floor right at his body, hot tears streamed down your face.

Through curses and screams you thrashed at the man's barely conscious frame, “FUCK YOU JAX! FUCK YOU!” This was for every time he made you feel stupid, for making you feel like the ugliest girl in the room, for all the times he kissed you while you just prayed for it to be over, for making your life a living hell. With each scratch, punch, and kick all the pent up anger and resentment drained from your soul. Ellie let you have at him for a bit but as the crowd started to thin she knew the cops would be here any second now.

“Come on! We gotta go hun!” she nagged. 

“NO I CAN’T! NOT YET” you yelled, collapsing down into tears. Ellie promptly scooped you up by your armpits and dragged you from Jax’s limp body.

“I know baby, you're angry, it’s hard. But the cops are coming and we need to leave now.” she said, picking you up completely and carrying you through the frame of the propped open front door. You nestled your head into her bloody top as your chest still rapidly rose up and down, choking on the last few streams of tears and snot. “I’m gonna get you home love, don’t you worry.”

January 1st, 12:15am:

Finally through the small window of Ellie’s red truck you spot your familiar 2 story home. She grips the steering wheel, whipping to the right into the empty driveway. Of course she helps you inside and up to your quaint little bedroom. It felt weird almost—so quiet and still after such a chaotic night—and void of any life but you and the freckled faced girl. It was a cold feeling knowing you’d be all alone in just a few minutes, and tonight, you weren’t sure if that was a feeling you wanted to know.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she answered softly. 

“Can you stay?”

With a kiss to the head she agreed, “Of course I’ll stay.” The rest of the night was spent cuddled up under your warm comforter, and despite all the events from just hours before, you felt safe. And for once, in fucking years, you were content.

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Kyle: Can I have some water? Max: *starts chugging his water bottle* Max: *chokes from drinking too fast* Max: *spills water all over himself* Max, coughing: I don't have any water.

Richie: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Richie: And I started thinking. Richie: Like, it was just trying to get food. Richie: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Ruth: Are you ok?

Pete: Where’s Grace? Steph: Doing stuff. Pete: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Richie? Steph: Trying to stop Grace from doing the stuff. Pete: And Max? Steph: Trying to stop Richie from stopping Grace from doing the stuff. Pete: I see. And what are you doing here, Steph? Steph: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Max from stopping Richie from stopping Grace from doing the stuff.

Ruth: Help! I’m drowning! Pete: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Ruth: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Grace: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.

Max on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh. Max on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

*Everyone is playing a board game together* Grace: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Richie: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Steph: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Pete: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Ruth: *flips the board*

Max: When Grace was born, the gods said, "She's too perfect for this world." Steph: Please. When she was born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

Ruth: I wouldn’t put it in those words exactly. Pete: Why not? Ruth: Because I don't know what they mean.

Mayor Lauter: Well Stephanie, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Steph: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

Max: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts! Jason: Eyy, that’s the spirit! Max: *gasps* whErE???!!!??

Ruth: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight. Richie: But are you shuffling? Ruth: Every day. Grace: What language are you two speaking??

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

09/08-09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Leslie Jones Bday; Rose City Comic Con (Rhys, Kristian, Vico, Matt); Nathan Foad; Alex Sherman; Vico Ortiz; Dominic Burgess; Rachel House; Samba Schutte; Baby Baby Baby Reminder from AdoptOurCrew; Tell Tale TV Voting Results; Fan Spotlight: IllustoryArt Affirmation Cards; Big Gay Energy Podcast;

Hey Lovelies, the way things are going, I'm gonna aim for 2 day recaps for now, I know that kinda messes with the name, but hey! Hope you're all staying healthy and safe <3

== Leslie Jones Birthday ==

Happy Belated Birthday to Leslie Fucking Jones! Her birthday was Sept 7!

Source: Leslie's Instagram

== Rose City Comic Con (Rhys, Kristian, Vico, Matt) ==

The weekend wrapped up with more and more fun with the crew! Kristian even got to meet a llama during RCCC! .. apparently Nathan in disguise!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

Our fabulous crewmate MentalDevass over on twitter was such a sweetie and allowed me share this super cute interaction with Rhys on the recap tonight! <3 Thanks hon!

Source: MentalDevass's Twitter

Lots of shots of the panel from Seattle Refined!

Source: Seattle Refined

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan telling Germany he'll see them soon! Looks like he'll be joining the StuttGart ComicCon happening at the end of November!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram

== Alex Sherman ==

Alex is out seeing Beetlejuice!

Source: Alex Sherman's Instagram Stories

== Samba Schutte ==

"Take Me To Your Baker"

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Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico is Narrating a new book-- "American Teenager: How Trans Kids Are Surviving Hate and Finding Joy in a Turbulent Era"! Wanna preorder it? Here's some options!

Booktoopia

Libro.Fm

Audible

Barnes & Noble

Source: Queer News Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate! Dominic sends his regards!

and also-- more Cat Content!

(And although this was prior to the news, very appropriate given the passing of the Late, Great, James Earl Jones. Rest In Peace sir <3)

Source: Dominic's Twitter

Dominic also shared the good news about his current show --Congrats to the Team of Palm Royale for winning an emmy for Outstanding Original Main Title Theme Music!

== Rachel House ==

Rachel was out promoting the fabulous TE MAUNGA at that Toronto International Film Festival!

Source: Collider Instagram

== Baby Baby Baby Reminder ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew are promoting the Baby, Baby, Baby Event! Remember to schedule your tweets!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Tell Tale TV Voting Results ==

Source: Tell Tale TV / Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Illustory Art - Affirmation Cards! =

I cannot tell you how much I absolutely adore how our brilliant community continues to spread love, kindness, and support. Tonight's new Fan Spotlight is on Illustory Art! Illustory does absolutely adorable and beautifully colored illustrations, pins, and fan-themed affirmation cards! I'm sure you've seen some of their charming work around-- they've done so much fun stuff for the Doctor Who, Good Omens, and OFMD community! Do you have one of their affirmation decks by chance?

If not, and you're interested -- there's some great news -- coming this Friday, Sept 13, new preorders are becoming available on Illustory's Ko-Fi!

OFMD Season 2 Booster

Full OFMD Deck

and a new set-- What We Do In the Shadows!

The WWDITS set was made in collaboration with apolin.art, another gorgeous illustrator! If you'd like to see more of their works-- or put in a preorder, you can follow the two of them on their socials below!

Illustory's Socials: Ko-Fi / Linktr.ee / Instagram / Tumblr / Twitter

Apolin Art's Socials: Linktr.ee / Instagram / Twitter

== Big Gay Energy Pod ==

New episode of Big Gay Energy Podcast comes out on Wednesday! They'll be discussing the OFMD Cancellation with their friend Chloe!

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Source: Big Gay Energy Podcast Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Tonight, since the delightful Illustory Art gave me permission to spotlight some of their works, I'm gonna add a couple from their Good Omens Deck to the Love Notes since I just feel so warm and fuzzy inside when I look at them <3 Remember lovelies that you can do anything. You don't have to do everything, even though sometimes it feels like you need to-- but you have the potential to do so many many wonderful things. Please be kind to yourself and give yourself a break, you're getting to where you want/need to go in your own time. Rest up and keep on keeping on <3

Source: Illustory Art's Instagram

[count-geiger]

alright guys i got a surprise class cancellation so i can tell yall about the stb dress rehearsal show last night and how it went. this is gonna be a long one grab a drink

no JUICY DEETS if you were expecting that. i am not a leaker and will never be. more like a gushy review than anything

so if you wanna hear about how will wood now knows about my university’s garfield club, feel free to read.

first of all, i can’t actually say much about the content of the show itself. sorry if that’s what you were hoping for but, if you’re going to a show on the tour, YOU WILL THANK ME LATER.

however i can say some stuff

like first of all: it is very much a kind of theatrical performance. no shit sherlock, you may be saying. okay sure but what i mean by that is that it’s not JUST a concert.

it’s very narrative based, that’s the most i’m going to say on it.

additionally, based on stuff ww said after the show while everyone talking feedback and such…

after the tour starts, PLEASE DO NOT POST SPOILERS ON TUMBLR!!! this is the kind of thing you’re going to want to see without any idea going in.

like it’s also very much a comedy show and knowing all the jokes beforehand will kinda ruin it.

so if you wanna post about the show on tumblr after you’ve seen it, maybe like. tag it or something. or put under a cut.

anyways i digress

the show was absolutely fantastic

genuinely the most wonderful i’ve ever seen in my entire life

i laughed my ass off, i cried a little, i thought way too hard about my own life decisions

all the things you’d ever want

it was NOT what i expected it to be. but it was even better than whatever i was expecting

so PLEASE take my word that all of you are going to love it.

okay that train of thought is over anyways

the vending machine at the studio only took ones (LITERALLY FUCK OFF THATS SO DUMB) so i spent most of the show with the driest mouth known to man

i’d had a sprite from said vending machine when i first got there because they also don’t have any water in it (????????) but not even like a whole can it got warm super fast

that’s just a random aside

multiple people complimented both my button down shirt AND the oingo boingo shirt i had underneath

including will’s girlfriend!! who is very pretty and seems very very nice.

she took our phones at the doors and checked our IDs and such and she was fine with the fact that i do not own a piece of ID that confirms my date of birth so that was cool.

the phone pouches we had were handmade by her apparently! they were really cool and she did a great job

anyways

i met will after the show after trying to offer feedback while we were still doing that that and stumbling through my horrific brain fog to say nothing of value because i was terribly sleep deprived!

me and jay (@jayjamjary) went at the same time

now some background.

me and jay are friends IRL, we go to the same college. people who both A. follow me and B. consistently read my ramblings in the tags will know this. but there are like three of those people AND i’m putting tags on this post so yeah

anyways we are both members of the executive board of the (officially recognized) GARFIELD CLUB at our university.

i am dead serious

and because the garfield club’s primary demographic is gay/trans autistic people, there’s a huge population of will wood fans in that club.

so jay brought two excellent drawings he’d made for the club, originally to recruit members, for will to sign.

because we have garfield show and tell contest on wednesday and we wanted to fuckin win

ANYWAYS.

these drawings, by the way, just happened to be of garfield being crucified and of garfield as hatsune miku.

will’s reaction to seeing these drawings was, and i quote, “what the fuck”

his reaction to the existence of the garfield club was, and i quote, “what the fuck”

both like a very amused, bewildered what the fuck.

he then signed them with possibly the greatest thing he’s ever signed ANYTHING and i’ll have to force jay to post them.

anyways

i also showed him a drawing i made for him, because i wanted to make a drawing for him.

he said my drawing was really really cool and he was really happy that i got his nose right because he never sees that

i was SO happy to hear that i was like ready to cry i was scared that drawing sucked

cuz i just did in the course of like a few hours while sitting at a random table in a big room on campus and all that whatever

but like yeah he called his girlfriend over she complimented it too

he signed it!!!

we took a picture and it looked a million times better than the two other pictures i have with him so that’s great

anyways

i’m trying very pointedly to avoid saying anything about the actual show because i want people to be able to go in blind

because *i* did and it was amazing

and i’m so glad that the show i’m going to is going to be super different apparently so i’ll ALSO have no idea what to expect from that

also, for anyone curious, i’m going to asbury park/halloween show november 3rd (and im going as young ford pines, specifically that time in tbob when he was possessed by bill, so if you see that there, that’s me)

anyways

man take shot anytime i say anyways

you’ll be fuckin dead

i had a great night, it was a spectacular show, you’re all gonna love it when you see it

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

Hi! It is still Wednesday in my timezone, and I've missed a couple of these in a row, so I'm sliding in late.

I am kinda spread between a lot of wips some of which are redacted at the moment. So I'm gonna keep this short and sweet.

There’s a voice in his brain, though—one that sounds remarkably like Nora, because apparently he can’t know a moment of peace—that reminds him that sexuality isn’t so black and white.   He just— When he reminds himself that he likes girls, it’s easier to push down the way his heart speeds up when Raf shows up in a loose-collared shirt, to ignore how David Beckham looks in a suit, shaking your hand and telling you that you had an impressive race. It’s easier, when they travel to countries where homosexuality is a crime, to settle with what’s worked for him so far.

With tumblr's weird tagging, I'm keeping it below the cut!

Thanks for tags from @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @gay-flyboys @bigassbowlingballhead @captainjunglegym @sophie1973

and @anincompletelist @sherryvalli @nocoastposts @rmd-writes @msmarvelouswinchester

and @kiwiana-writes @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @welcometololaland @eusuntgratie!!!

I know I'm late, but tagging friends who haven't shared who might just want to see or save the tag for a future date @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @songliili @leojfitz

@galitzine-nick @gayrootvegetable and an open tag for anyone I missed (I assumed everyone else shared already)!!

[cottoncandyopinions]

Last Friday night I attended my first Shabbot service at the local reform synagogue/temple and it was super interesting. Mostly just observed and tried to follow the book but it was neat!

Tonight I'm going again, but I'm both nervous and excited. They're holding a gay pride Shabbat Service tonight, so that's exciting and I'm definitely gonna try to spend time mingling in the reception.

But I'm also nervous because I'm going alone this time. My partner had to work tonight, so I had to find an Uber since he has the car. I admittedly, out of my nervousness, set the address on Uber to an address right next to the synagogue so that my driver doesn't necessarily know where I'm headed.

If it wasn't for it being the Pride service, I would've been happy doing the Saturday morning shabbat, but specifically the evening is pride!

They also held an event via Zoom on a different night, a pride study with Rabbi Denise Eger, who's been out since 1990 and served as the first gay president of a rabbi organization (that I can't remember the name of, it's like the biggest one I think). She was really interesting to talk to and hear stories from, even if she couldn't be here in person.

So yeah, excited! Also wondering about what Shavuot might be like, seems there's a service that Wednesday for it? Might have to ask for the details on that.

Also still figuring out what to call it. Maybe cause everyone around here just calls it "the temple" without even mentioning the Jewish part, so if I tell someone I'm going to temple I'm gonna be asked about that. However, people tend to know synagogue = Jewish. So I guess maybe depending on how vague I wanna be with who I'm talking to? Temple when talking to others in the congregation, synagogue with anyone else maybe?

[queer-rose]

A Grave Misunderstanding

Summary: Wednesday completely misinterprets what Enid said, and it leads to some dire consequences

TW: Homophobia | But it's by accident and shunned

Meant to be more humorous than serious, but I thought of the concept in the shower and wrote it on a whim.

Length: 2331 Words

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“Wednesday, can I talk to you?” Enid asked, stepping up to the center of their shared room. 

“If you must,” she responded, turning away from the typewriter to look at Enid, her stoic gaze nearly piercing into the girl’s soul.

“Well, this is gonna be kind of hard but, I’m,” Enid hesitated, looking away from Wednesday, “I think I’m gay.”

“Of course. It has always been incredibly obvious. I do not know how it took you this long to realize,” Wednesday responded, before turning back around to work on her novel. Keys from the typewriter once again filled the dorm. 

“Wait, you knew?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I hadn’t realized it yet,” Enid stepped over the line in the middle of the room, slowly approaching Wednesday. 

“Peculiar. Anyways, I wish to return to my writing undisturbed now, go away.”

“Wait Willa one last thing,” Enid began. Wednesday interrupted with “Don’t call me Willa” but Enid ignored it, continuing on “Are you okay with it?”

“I thought I made it abundantly clear that I do not appreciate it.”

“Oh,” Enid whispered. Wednesday heard a sob break out just before the door to their dorm slammed shut. 

‘She was crying’ Thing tapped out.

“I tell her I do not appreciate how carefree she acts often, it is odd that this time she expressed issue with it,” Wednesday responded, turning to face Thing, “What do you think would be the cause of it?”

‘I don’t know’ 

“Hm, I suppose it’s a mystery for another day. I have already wasted enough of my writing time.” The sounds of a typewriter could once again be heard filling the dorm, though Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that was gnawing away at her as she wrote

***

Enid had not returned by the time Wednesday went to sleep and she still wasn’t there when she awoke in the morning which caused the painful feeling in Wednesday’s chest to soar, much to her annoyance.

“Thing, has Enid been in?” 

‘She stopped in last night to pack a bag while you were asleep, asked me not to wake you. Wouldn’t answer any of my questions though.’

“She packed a bag again? I thought we were past this,” Wednesday thought aloud, a sadness plaguing her thoughts even if she would never admit it, “She is most likely in Yoko’s dorm. I’ll have to go ask for her.”

She got ready for the day quicker than she normally would, before going to do just that. However, the second Yoko peaked through the door and saw it was her, the door slammed in her face. “Fuck off Addams, Enid isn’t talking to you.”

“I do not understand why she is upset. I have expressed the discomfort before and she never appeared bothered.”

“You’ve done this before? Jesus Christ you're a prick Addams, just go away,” Yoko screamed through the door, with the only interruption to her shouts being the broken sobs of Enid echoing throughout the room. 

Wednesday considered continuing the conversation, but knew that fighting Yoko here was essentially fighting Enid, which wouldn’t help anything. So with one final disgruntled noise, she moved from Yoko’s room to her first class of the day. 

The class itself was normal, her classmates however were not. Instead of the normal indifference or fear that was displayed on their faces, a majority of her classmates were glaring at her. Even Bianca, who would normally smirk at her when she answered a question before Wednesday, refused to turn around and look at the goth. She would glare back at the classmates that dared to look at her in the first place, which scared them into looking away, but it was still an odd occurrence.

The final nail that something was incredibly wrong happened on the way to her third class that day. An eraser hit the back of her head and someone shouted, “Fuck off homophobe.” When she turned around to look for the source of the shout, she found everyone in the hallway glaring at her. She sent one more Addams-patented glare back before walking to her third class. 

However, she seemed unable to focus during this class. That word kept sticking in her mind, as she could not figure it out. She had never heard the word ‘homophobe’ before and trying to piece together the latin roots seemed to be doing nothing for her. Even after many attempts, she could only loosely piece together a fear of the same, which made no sense. It also wouldn’t explain why everyone appeared to be angry with her. Thing was unfortunately no help in the matter. So finally, when lunch rolled around, she moved towards the quad to search for someone to ask, no matter how much she was against the idea.

Upon entering the quad, conversations almost instantly hushed. At first she assumed it was because she never was seen here unless there were no other options, but then Wednesday noticed that a majority of the students were glaring at her with malicious intent once again. Finally someone shouted that word again, and it quickly started being chorused throughout the quad. She schooled her face to stop confusion from crossing it before moving to find someone to talk to. 

Enid and Yoko were nowhere to be found, so it seemed likely that they were eating in Yoko’s dorm, which unfortunately left her with only one option. Cautiously, she approached the table Bianca was sitting at. As she approached the table, conversations around the quad began to pick back up, even if the students still glared at her as she walked past. 

Finally, she reached the table, “Bianca, I need your help.” Bianca however, did not even spare her a glance. Instead continuing to talk to the people that were at her table. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Wednesday continued “Please.”

This got Bianca’s attention, as her eyes snapped towards Wednesday in surprise. She still looked unhappy to see her, but she also looked contemplative. After multiple silent moments as Bianca’s table watched the interaction, she finally stood up. “You have 2 minutes.”

“That is acceptable, this should not take long.”

It only took a few moments for the two of them to find a secluded hallway beside the quad. Out of sight from her fellow classmates, but more importantly out of earshot.

“Okay Addams, what’s so important?”

Wednesday once again took a deep breath, preparing herself to ask Bianca of all people for help, “I do not understand why everyone is angry, and because of your social standing I assumed you would know.”

“You don’t,” Bianca stuttered out, a look of both anger and shock passing over her face, “How the hell could you not figure it out? They literally shouted it at you as you approached me. Do you ignore people that much?”

“That is… the issue. Despite my efforts, I cannot piece together what the word ‘homophobe’ means. Thing has been no help and Enid is still upset with me, so I cannot go to her for help on the matter.”

Bianca stood still for a moment, her eyes still full of some shock, but also staring into Wednesday’s soul. Almost as if she’d be able to read her mind by doing so, “Oh my god.”

“What is it Barclay? I do not have time for this guessing game. We only have 30 seconds remaining until our conversation is out of time”

“Oh my god you’re being serious.”

“Of course I’m being serious. When do you know me to joke. Now Barclay, tell me why people are angry with me before the time is up.”

“Ignore that stupid time I gave you Addams. I have some things to ask you now instead,” Bianca rapidly spoke, before taking a breath and slowing down, “Like first off, do you know what LGBT is?”

“Why would I care to know what some insipid little acronym means?”

“Okay, this is making a lot of sense. Let’s fall back to your conversation with Enid.”

“I do not know how you know of that conversation nor do I wish to talk about it with you, I just wish to know what the word homophobe means Barclay.”

“This is important to that, and as for how I know, Yoko told me, but do you know what gay means?”

“Of course,” she responded, confusion written on her face for a moment before she morphed her face back into a stoic expression once again. This caused Bianca’s face to fall, disappointment in her gaze, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh,” Bianca responded slowly, “So you only know some of the terms. That also means you meant what you said to Enid. I’m done here Addams, good day.” She began walking away.

“Of course I meant it, Her constant cheeriness is a drain to be around and every day I wish that she would stop. That still does not tell me what homophobe means.”

This caused Bianca to stop in her tracks, realization dawning on her face. After a few moments, she broke out into a chuckle, before finally breaking into a pure belly-laugh. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this. Everything makes so much sense now. Oh my god.”

“I am happy it makes sense to you, because it still doesn’t make sense to me,” Wednesday deadpanned. 

“Okay okay,” Bianca started between laughs, “I can fix this, just give it a minute.” Once she finally stopped laughing, she pulled out her phone and sent a few messages. The phone dinged nearly instantly and she smirked before putting it back in her pocket. “If you can wait here for about 5 minutes Addams, everything will make sense.”

The goth let out a disgruntled sigh, but stood there anyways. She refused to let it show that she was confused as to what Bianca meant, or as to why she was still periodically giggling, but she did let it show that she was annoyed by this turn of events. That is until Enid and Yoko rounded the corner and paused like a deer in headlights. 

Enid turned to move before being interrupted by Bianca. “Okay you two, no running, this is a miscommunication and I’m here to solve it for you all,” She faced away from Wednesday, who watched, unable to stop the small smile from playing on her face when she looked at Enid. 

“Miscommunication? She said she hated that I’m gay,” Enid growled towards Wednesday. There was a viscous malice in her eyes that made the goth girl feel almost sad, though that wouldn’t stop her from speaking her mind.

“Of course, you are too lighthearted and cheery for your own good, Sinclair,” Wednesday spoke up from behind Bianca, making both Enid and Yoko freeze once again. Finally, Yoko burst out into laughter. 

“I do not get why both you and Barclay find this so funny. I just wish to know what the word ‘homophobe’ means and I will be on my way.”

“Okay, now that you two are here,” Bianca began, looking between Enid and Wednesday, “We can solve this miscommunication and teach you what homophobe means.”

“Finally,” the goth muttered under her breath, before moving towards Bianca. Enid hesitantly did the same which brought forward a painful feeling in her chest, much to her dismay. 

“So, Wednesday, let’s start out with this. Do you know what homosexual means?” Bianca continued.

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I suppose it would mean someone who is sexually attracted to similarities?”

This finally made everything click for Enid, her wariness instantly transforming into giggles. Wednesday sent the cheery werewolf a glare, but otherwise kept her focus on Bianca.

“Kind of. A homosexual is someone who is attracted to the same gender. There’s a lot of nuance that we don’t have time to get into, but homosexual can often mean both sexually or romantically.”

Wednesday stopped, her thoughts clearly trying to figure out what was happening, “That does not make sense. The school has no reason to believe I dislike homosexual people. I am attracted to a woman myself,” The final sentence trailed off as she realized what she was saying, but it was still enough for all 3 girls there to understand what was being said. Their eyes widened, glancing between each other, before Bianca looked back towards Wednesday and let the revelation go. 

“Well they kind of do because-” Bianca began, before being interrupted by Enid, “Because gay is another word for homosexual.”

This made Wednesday’s eyes open in shock, before looking over at Enid. She opened her mouth to respond, but for once in her life she felt speechless. 

Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence, Wednesday spoke, “I apologize. I did not mean to make you feel the way you must have. I have never heard the term ‘gay’ used in that way before because my family does not subscribe to such labels.”

“God silly you had me so worried,” Enid rushed over to her, a large smile plastered on her face and a hop in her step, “I thought you were a bigot and it turns out you’re just weird.”

“We prefer kooky.”

“Kooky it is then,” the werewolf giggled.

There was some hesitation before, “Thing missed you Sinclair.”

The smile on Enid’s face softened, “I missed you too.”

They stood there for a few more minutes just staring at each other, which Bianca and Yoko took as their queue to leave, before Enid finally spoke up, “So then miss emotionless goth who hates everybody, which girl caught your ire?”

“An annoyance who shouldn’t be asking questions like that,” Wednesday responded, and Enid only giggled before leaning in for a hug. The goth hesitated, but eventually relented and allowed Enid to hug her. A small smile played at both of their lips as Enid squeezed tighter than before. 

“God I love you Willa.”

There was no response for a minute, before finally, “I love you too Enid.”

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A/N This is the first time I've written anything that isn't code in like 3 years and I wrote it on a whim at 3 AM. It's also my first actual Tumblr post. It's probably a bit OOC and definitely isn't great, but hopefully someone gets some enjoyment out of it.

[compacflt]

Fully support your desire to cut down on the extras as they're already so long, but as someone who was also looking forward to the sickfic section and is sad to hear it's been taken out, I will simply have to ask you about it instead! First off the discussion of home in the snippet you shared was delicious - when do you think Mav started thinking of the house as 'their' home? And Ice taking Mav to the hospital has a lot of crunch there around how they're seen and how they act in public, especially if Ice was worried and Mav was kind of out of it. Do you think Ice would have taken Mav in to the hospital if he'd really been spiking a fever and decided he needed it? How would he explain themselves? And I suppose a separate, related question: who are their official next of kin/emergency contacts?

the reason i got rid of the sickfic is cause all those questions were answered better elsewhere in the extras ❤️

i was kind of annoyed that the house inconsistently appears to be the property of whomever the plot calls for at the moment -> another reason to cut the sickfic

Yes Ice would take mav to the hospital. it happens elsewhere LOL, maverick is extremely incident-prone

obviously a fun surfing injury with friends != the sickfic’s ice taking “a friend” to the hospital in the middle of the night for dangerous levels of illness-related dehydration… implies familiarity, intimacy above everyone else… the hospital staff would probably assume they’re together, yes, & i don’t think ice would challenge that at all, especially if he had to make sure all the paperwork was filled out right. just not worth the effort. “is there anyone else we should call for mr mitchell?” / “Um no. Just me.” Yeah i took him to the hospital at 4am bc i love him and im worried about him what r u gonna do about it 🤨 violate his hipaa rights? It’s 2009 gay people exist grow up🙄 hospital staff isn’t gonna tell anyone, so who cares

(Luckily for ice in the sickfic he didn’t have to take mav to the hospital)

the point of the sickfic was to establish a precedent for one of them voluntarily taking care of the other who is unable to take care of himself, to set up the parallel of maverick taking care of Ice when he Really gets capital-s Sick. but then i still can’t bring myself to write ice actually being capital-s Sick because i have some weird neurosis where i simply dislike thinking about ice (powerful guy) being helpless or incapacitated or, um, dead. so the mav-sickfic isn’t really relevant anymore because i haven’t written (and never plan on writing, besides that one half-assed one-shot) the corollary ice-sickfic. so the sickfic became the Nixed-fic ❌

And according to this wip wednesday snippet, they are each other’s emergency contacts. don’t ask me how that works or how they figured that out, idk. some stuff you do have to talk about for logistics purposes i guess. which is kind of the point of all the house-related/money-related discussions I’ve written throughout my fics—they Have to talk about the logistics because that’s real life. But they don’t INTERPRET those logistics or assign them a normative value.

for instance debriefing presents (maverick’s) death & taxes as the only two things that ever get them to actually talk to each other lol. logistics become a vessel through which they can talk about their situation without actually talking about it. The state of being each others emergency contacts might be a death-and-taxes discussion—acknowledging permanence without acknowledging permanence

[5irefly]

So this is basically Drunk Wednesday Adams.

(THIS BECAME MUCH LONGER THEN I THOUGHT and it was supposed to be jokey)

Disclaimer: I am an awful writer (that's why I draw) and my grammar is terrible, I can barely form a sentence IRL. But I tried to polish this best I can. :)

Note: This is all Yoko fault most likely, she would sneak drinks, if it wasn't her, still blame her.

- Every single thought, true feelings will come out...

With Enid she always show love in her own unique way, shes not out there and Wednesday almost comes off as shy since she with love, its such an intense and still new feeling for her, so she takes it slow. BUT with a little “boost”, she is down on her KNEEEES confessing her love to Enid.

(Wednesday on her knees looking downward but holding onto Enids leg)

W - “Oh Enid...”Me vuelves loca sabes eso, te has llevado mi corazón *chuckles*. Mi corazón te pertenece, mhm? “ *Starts looking up at her smiling*

*grabs hand* “You are so cute,” *kisses hand*

“beautiful,” *kisses wrist*

 “sweet” *continues making her way up from her hand towards her neck*

As she gets closer to her neck Enid turns super red and can’t form words, her claws whip out with a pair of uneven puppy ears and tail. Her tail wags so hard it’s thumping the bed post next to her. She is just panicking.

Wednesday on the other hand just wants to kiss her endlessly.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

Besides that gay shit Wednesday is so nice, she the type to comfort you and be a listening ear giving some advice. Sad? “Here have a drink!”. Boy trouble? “Go cut his dick off”

Ehhh sometimes its good deep advice or its just...that.

- She can surprisingly drink A LOT tho, how can her small body consume so much? Where does it go?

- Play some music she’ll dance and get into it, she likes to encourage others to dance with her

- She sOoOo huggy to friends especially Enid, this girl will not let her go. She always trying to hold her arm and rest her head on her

- Her genuine big smile and giggles are SUPER cute tho

- Oh my god please don’t start a discourse with her. She goes from friendly to “WAIT A MINUTE.” and will start a bunch of argumentation. Like, you can’t win, she has an answer for everything somehow.

Its funny but holy shit she will go on a whole rant about society and everyone is dumb af nowadays, and you are sitting their like, “Wait a minute? Didn’t I just asked you which Doritos chip flavor is better, how did we get here???”

- The worst thing that happens is she become more impulsive and daring. So Enid has to keep an eye on her.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

In the end when she is tripping over her own feet, she’s just tired af and will lean onto someone or Enid and doze off. She might even steal one of Enid plushies and cuddle with it. (yes Enid took a picture, she made sure that shit was in her icloud just in case something happens)

When morning comes she wakes up all grumpy looking and pretend like nothing happens.

*ᵖᶦᶜ ᵉˣᵃᵐᵖˡᵉ ʸᵉˢ ʸᵉˢ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᶦᵗˢ ᵃ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵃᵗ, ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵘʳᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘʳᵉ*

But when Enid goes up to her bed and starts going off about last night-Wednesday raises a finger to “hold it” and telling her she doesn’t want to know.

Maybe she did do something…hopefully nothing too...particular…but if something did happen, she’s gonna pretend it didn’t and everyone is literally delusional and must have been drunk cause Wednesday would neeeverr do those things. They must be seeing things.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·. 

✦EXTRA

*Later after school almost evening*

*Enid shows recording of drunk Wednesday dancing*

W - That’s not me.

E - That’s obviously you.

W - That’s not me.

*zooms in to her face* E - Who is this?

W - …..not me.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

END

ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵃⁿᶦˢʰ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ˢᵗʳᵃᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵍᵒᵒᵍˡᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗᵉ ˡᵐᶠᵃᵒᵒᵒ

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 2

Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You and Ellie text after you like her post and see each other in class again. You talk to each other, slowly growing closer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! Y'all I can't believe you guys gave me 34 notes on my first-ever fic!!! I'm literally on top of the world and it really motivated me to write another chapter so here it is!! 😁

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Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

You were frozen. Your breath had caught in your throat and you felt your entire body burning up as though you'd throw up at any second. Your phone screen had gone black by then and you only had time to blink before another notification came in.

Ellie Williams added you as a friend.

Finally, you were able to breathe. What the fuck is happening!? you thought. She has to be playing some kind of prank on me 'cause no one should be this cool about a random girl like a — how old was it? 5-week-old picture!

You decided that the best thing to do was to respond. She already knew you were online and you would only look more guilty if you ignored her. Ellie had caught you red-handed, sure, but she didn't need to know why you were looking her up. You started typing, probably taking way longer than you should to write a simple text.

you: hey! sorry i was just struggling with the homework and youre the only person i knew from that class so i looked you up

you: how are you handling the last minute assignment she sent us?

Really? A double text seconds after I was caught stalking her? I'm fucking dead. Every second that passed by felt like an hour. You were biting your nails, staring at the screen impatiently. She hadn't even seen it yet and you felt like she was judging you through the phone. After one minute, she opened the chat and started typing. Looking at those three taunting dots, you couldn't help but imagine all the texts she could be writing. Nightmarish thoughts were flying through your brain when her text finally appeared.

Ellie Williams: Oh fuck I hadn't even seen that email! What kind of psychopath of a teacher sends an assignment at 6pm?

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful she hadn't asked any questions regarding your lie. Your shaking thumbs started typing but you received another text.

Ellie Williams: And who even has a favourite poem to write 500 words about

Ellie Williams: Well you definitely do

You had to read that twice. She remembers about my poem. Your small smile grew into a grin, and the little exhale from your nose grew into a fit of giggles. You rolled onto your back before remembering you had to answer her.

you: im glad i was able to tell you about the assignment! and yeah i have a favourite poem and i absolutely LOVE telling people about it but i know how scatterbrained i can be so idk if ill be able to make sense

The two of you texted back and forth for a few minutes but your shyness held you back and your conversation eventually dwindled. After several minutes of radio silence on both ends, your phone vibrated again.

Ellie Williams: Well I'm gonna start writing that paper but I'll see you on Wednesday!

you: good luck with that!

you: cant wait to see you again :)

You held your breath, frightened by your boldness.

Ellie Williams: Don't miss me too much (;

You honestly thought you could have died at that moment. And there was that winking face again. You couldn't believe your clumsy mistake had led you to have an actual conversation! Outside of school! Sure it was mainly about your shared class but now it felt more personal. She wasn't just "Ellie, the hot girl from my poetry class" anymore. She was Ellie Williams, the charming girl you'd met in class and befriended and fell in love with and moved in with and married and — ok now. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I don't even know her favourite colour yet. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone me!

You decided that the best thing for you to do now was to focus on your assignment. It wouldn't take very long but at least it would keep your mind occupied for a little while.

Though the poem was about the beauty of nature and all it has to offer, you couldn't help but relate every verse to Ellie.

"they / Out-did the sparkling waves in glee" Ellie outdoes everyone and everything. There was not a single thing you could think of that you would rather look at than Ellie. There was no sound you'd rather hear than her laugh and no word you'd rather read than hers. I'm so fucking gay, it's ridiculous, you thought.

Some verses you felt rather poetic about, while others felt like they were describing the slight gay panic you'd had upon first seeing her, "I gazed — and gazed — but little thought". That's exactly how you'd felt. You'd stared at her sheer beauty and focused on nothing but her. The only thing you could remember from your time staring at her was the warmth that had formed in your belly and the tingling in your face.

You had known this girl for barely 8 hours and you could already see her in everything. Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

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Tuesday was somewhat uneventful. You'd been awoken by your alarm once again and had rolled over to check your phone. You were barely awake when you saw that Ellie had changed your name on messenger to "y/n🌸". Has she been thinking about me? you thought with a grin plastered to your face. Before you had time to overthink, you quickly changed her name to "Ellie 😉".

Neither of you texted the other again until Wednesday. It was a cool and cloudy day meaning everything had grey undertones and you refused to let yourself darken because of some stupid clouds. That's why you chose to wear your long sleeve, bright yellow shirt underneath short, green overalls.

The sky might be grey and sad but I'm looking like a ray of fucking sunshine! you told yourself in the mirror. The colour you wore made you feel invincible, as though you could conquer the world and make it bright again.

Eventually, after an interminable lecture, you were sat at your seat in your and Ellie's shared class, awaiting the girl herself. To busy yourself, you started taking out your books and laptop, putting your pens neatly out onto your side of the desk. While you were distracted, Ellie walked into the class.

Ellie's thoughts

Ellie's mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say to you when she saw you. She knew she would say hi; that was a given. But what then? She didn't want to just be an acquaintance to you. She wanted to be on your mind as much as you were on hers, which was constantly. Dreams of you consumed her nights which she loved until she woke up and realized you had barely talked to each other.

When she walked into the classroom, she nearly froze in the doorframe. Of course, she thought, on a gross day like this, she has to look like a ray of fucking sunshine. It was as though you were trying to make her fall head over heels for you.

When she started walking normally again, your head popped up and a genuine smile graced your lips. Ellie felt like the Earth had stopped spinning and smiled back with false confidence. She sat down next to you and told you her scripted, "Hi," in her usual, honeyed voice, adding an improvised, "how you doing?", proud she hadn't stumbled over her words.

"Hi," you answered, voice quieter than hers, "I'm doing pretty good. I actually finished the assignment on time, so the semester's off to a good start!" you said with a laugh.

Ellie laughed back, happy you had initiated a topic so she would get to keep talking with you. "Wow! Three whole days in and no late assignments yet! I'm extremely impressed." she replied, the glee evident in her tone.

You giggled and said, "You should be!"

There was a beat of silence and she was scared you had run your conversation to its course before it had even started. Then you surprised her by asking, "How have you been?"

She looked up at you, taking a few seconds to admire every line and curve in your face. "Oh, you know," she said, "I've been busier now that school started up again but I've been good." She paused for a second and continued, "I haven't been too busy to figure it out though."

A smile crept onto your face and she thanked her lucky stars that she'd kept talking. "Figure what out?" you asked.

With slightly shaking hands she hoped you wouldn't notice, she reached out to your arm and pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo you'd shown her. "This," she said looking back up, her eyes boring into yours, "It's Wordsworth right?" You nod and she goes on, "That's a sick name for a poet. I read the poem and I have to say, you've got some good taste, pretty girl." The name just slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes widened and she noticed your smile falter. She pulled away from your arm.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure but you spoke before she could, "I feel like with a name like that, he couldn't really go into any other profession, you know." you laughed dryly, clearly trying to ease the tension.

She laughed the same dry laugh and let out a quiet, "Yeah, he had to go into writing."

Luckily, your awkward moment only lasted a short time and Ellie was saved from any further embarrassment as your professor began her lecture.

About 30 minutes into the lecture, Ellie was flipping the pages of her textbook like crazy, trying to find the poem the class was discussing. She figured you had noticed her struggling because you tapped her on the arm and whispered the page number. She thanked you and started flipping to that page. In doing so, however, a page managed to slice through her skin, causing her to flinch and immediately suck on her cut.

She was cursing the paper when you tapped her arm again. She turned to you, finger still between her lips. You gave her a small smile and lifted something in your hand, "Do you need a bandaid?" you whispered. How could she say no when you were looking at her like that, big doe eyes full of concern.

She took her finger out of her mouth and agreed with a low, "Sure". Before she could do anything else, you grabbed her hand and wrapped the bandaid around her injured finger. Ellie could only stare at you, marveling at the care you gave to such a minor cut. "Thanks, y/n" she whispered. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of a blush on your cheeks but you had turned your head too quickly for her to tell for sure.

When she picked up her pen, she got her first good look at what you'd wrapped around her finger and laughed to herself. Of fucking course this personified beam of sunlight would carry around flower bandaids. I'm never taking this off. she thought as she admired her finger.

Back to your thoughts

You were looking up front but your mind was nowhere near whatever subject the professor was talking about. I touched Ellie! you though. Not the other way around! I touched her arm and then her hand! I'm gonna pass out. You were ecstatic, to say the least. You couldn't wait to call Taylor and tell her everything that happened during this second class with Ellie.

Soon enough, the class ended and you started packing your books. You got up, still giddy from excitement, and got ready to say goodbye to Ellie. She stood up after a few moments and spoke first, "So I was thinking," she said, her usual confidence seemingly vanished, "if you wanted to study or do assignments for this class, I'm free in the afternoon on Thursdays. We could meet in the library if you want. Or not even necessarily for this class, like, we could study for any class together if that was something you were interested in."

You gave her a quick open-mouthed smile. "Yeah!" you beamed, "Yeah that definitely sounds good. I know a secret spot in the library nobody ever goes to so we won't even need to worry about other people."

"Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

You both hesitated a little before moving to leave the classroom, and then again in the hallway, not sure of where the other was going. Seemingly amused by this, judging by the smirk on her face, Ellie put her hand on the small of your back, guided you in the direction you'd been headed in, and walked backward in the opposite direction.

"Bye, pretty girl!"

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Part 3

a/n: I got a little carried away in this one... Did you see how much touching there was! Whoo, that was borderline smut! But I told you there would be more talking! Also, I am obsessed with Romantic poetry, specifically William Wordsworth so sorry if there was too much of him in this chapter but I really love his work! You guys should all read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". It's a really short poem that may or may not have made me shed a tear. Anyway, leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments! I can't wait to see what you think!!

ps: lemme know if you wanna get tagged in the next one!

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly

[solibrie]

sorry i'm being self indulgent gimme a sec . jatp as rapture (a bff discord server i'm in) quotes

julie: lord the white people you put on this planet are poisoning themselves luke: julie you're such a talented singer you can literally make me like any song reggie: yeah i didn't even know the mona lisa song was by brendon urine. yuri? alex: help. reggie: brenan. what's his name. panic at the disco

flynn: those words don't please my spirit willie: well your spirit can take a hike, pal

reggie: wait wait wait. everyone. i lost my pants. i could've sworn they were on my body julie: ??? reggie: where did my pants go luke: how high are you right now alex: you LOST them? reggie: SOBER. I'M ON DAY 4 NO WEED. THIS IS JUST #ME

willie: you have to experience the lows alex: i'm not already doing that ?

luke: [shakes a magic 8ball] should i lie to my bandmates? 8ball: without a doubt

julie: chris brown's been found murdered in a costco after alex did his little dancey dance

reggie: gonna ask if they're looking for a third but at this point the line's so long i'd be lucky to be a fifth

luke: in some alternate world, "stand tall" brought world peace

flynn: @/everyone if you had to think of an animal that screams socially progressive and fiscally conservative what animal would it be? reggie: girl wait flynn: HUH? reggie: my answer isn't girl

alex: the gang goes to ital y willie: ital luke: y reggie: ital julie: y alex: thanks guys reggie: new call and response just dropped julie: when i say ital you say y

reggie: i haven't seen the matrix either flynn: hand over the bi flag mr peters

willie: we should be able to put actors in gender studies classes against their wills

flynn: what if i gathered a bunch of twigs and sticks and made a giant bird's nest and then tied you to the nest a la looney tunes and then summoned a flock of ravens to peck at you until the mother bird imprints on you and sees you as a surrogate child and then raises you with them until its time for them to kicked out and then she throws you out of the nest but you can't fly because you're a human and so you fall and die julie: flynn you're insane flynn: HOW AM I INSANE

luke: you can't spell wednesday without "he" julie: yes you can? luke: wait fuck

reggie: who are you calling gay alex: yes

reggie: [shaking a magic 8ball] do you like my songs 8ball: very doubtful

willie: i think all straight people should be allowed to cheat in a gay way

luke: i'm giggling can you tell i'm swinging my feet in the air giggling alex: i can tell can you tell i'm exploding you?

reggie: a tank is just like the horse of cars

julie: i don't think i've ever met a clown that spoke? alex: luke speaks.

alex: they hate me for my sparkling water swag flynn: it's not swag.

julie: i think all of sunset curve should go to sleep. except for luke who should stay up and repent

[valentijnsstuff]

I really thought last week was gonna be chill but I overdid it again huh

Monday. Go to therapy, middle aged therapist asked how my date went that I was so nervous for two weeks ago. Tell her it was a huge dissapointment, but that its a funny story to tell. Do work. Text friends. Productive day.

Tuesday my dad comes over for lunch. He fixes some stuff he doesn't like in my house, without me having asked. We go for a walk, talk about jobs. A guy comes over for an intake to be my volunteer. He is a bit posh, but he is gay, ace and funny, and he thinks helping me is a fun way to do volunteer work. Go to queer focused trans support group in the evening. See some of the homies. Do my best to sit and listen, doodle drawings for my next porn comic. End up flirting with handsome transman from Italy.

Wednesday morning I go to my GP. I'm greeted with 'Wow buddy we heard you got into crisis treatment?' (yeh I was suicidal haha) 'You say that so matter-of-factly'. Have a meeting for a big gig in november. Spend the rest of the day chilling in bed, but also finishing work for comic deadline. Go to a transman support group in the evening. Get overwhelmed, bc I've been too productive.

Thursday I feel hungover, partly from taking half a Quetiapine. Try to mentally ready myself for the evening, because I'm giving a drag workshop with other drag artists. We have an interesting group of seniors and young people, everyone is shy but very excited about doing drag. A transmasc I matched on a dating app once is there, we flirt a lil. I go home and stay up way to late to take pictures of my make up.

Friday morning I skip therapy, because I am too hungover from the workshop, and everything before it. Spend the day purposefully aknowledging how miserable my body feels. Have a sleepy date night with poly girl. She cooks, we rewatch hungergames and cuddle. I am a bit put off by her boundless energy, but I regain some of mine as soon as the make out sessions start. Hot queer sex ensues.

Saturday morning, wake up in poly girls bed. Get up with them, but the sleepyness overtakes me and I go back to bed to take nap. They come and cuddle me when I wake up, it's nice and we both express how at ease we feel with eachother. I go home and get ready to chill, bc tonight is the big night in terms of a prestigious job that I have lined up. I give a workshop at a national museum for museum night. Everything goes really well, its a huge success, I get a lot of praise from the people I work with. But trough the rushed nature of the evening, I feel very flighty the whole time, and a bit scared I am going to crash really hard. Still totally worth it.

Wake up from a nightmare sunday morning. Ultimately I feel a lot less hangover than I thought I would. Get myself freshed up and go to poly girls house, because they are having a friend hangover. Immediately get infodumped on, now I do feel hungover. Two more poly people show up. Everyone watches me draw them as furries. We have a big cuddlepuddle, I get kinda sleepy and horny. I ask poly bestie if she'd like some when the others leave (she says yes). I'm a bit cautious, bc past partners never wanted to have sex twice a week. We have a good time, but when I go home, I somehow still feel horny. Spend the whole evening pent up, especially when having a call with the longer distance transman I have been flirting with for a few months.

(Bonus) Monday, sleep out till late, go to therapy. Have a fun session explaining my lore to a younger therapist who is a huge trans ally. I stick around the therapy building to do work, because it's a nice place to sit, with a garden. Have dinner at the house of a newly made poly friends. They are a huge nerd, who keeps telling me they are demi, but then continuesly flirts at me. They open the door with 'my other transmasc friend would definitely have sex with you' (hi buddy good to see you too). We chat about childhood stuff and make pizzas. At some point they propose cuddles and watching show, bc they know I like cuddling. We watch scavengers reign, and I somewhat taken aback how intimate they cuddle, but I act casual. We talk about our definitions of queer sex dynamics, while they are wrapped around my leg with theirs 😳 at some point we tickle fight 😳😳 before I go I mention I think I smell, they push their face into my armpit 😳😳😳 (can it get any gayer) I now have flustered feelings about all this. I dream about having sex with a transman later that night.

[transmickey]

hi weekly tag wednesday 🌅 thank you for this week's questions @suchagallabitch , and @creepkinginc @metalheadmickey @deedala for also tagging me 🫶

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do?

my best friend's cat because 1) i miss them and 2) he is so silly and dumb and does nothing all day and i need that rn

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take?

mayonnaise is bad as hell like i'm sorry but EW

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in?

the only thing rattling around in my little head these days is chemistry (please can july hurry up i want to graduate immediately) so. i think teaching intro chem would heal me a little bit that shit was so mindless and i miss it

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen?

*rubs hands together* carl quits the force + buys the alibi. ian and mickey get a cat or dog im not fussy i just want pet dads. and ian + mickey actually having nice deep talks aand communicating and healing. im sending them both to therapy. fiona back at least just for a bit idk i miss her. lip + brad either buy bornfree back or start their own shop (BRAD! i love u brad). franny transgender (true). debbie actually meets a nice person and has a nice relationship please i am begging. aaaaand so much gay sex like so so much i am serious.

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology).

i am so sorry idk anything about any mythology

6. what’s something you love about yourself?

im a little bit funny sometimes. as a treat.

7. describe your day in 5 emojis:

🏙️📖👨‍🔬💻🥱

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight?

realistically just liam.. probably frank. definitely couldn't beat him but lip just because i want to punch him [affectionate]

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

👀 i don't like tomatoes, i've never broken a bone, i swam competitively for 6 years

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name?

i do not :-(

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

im sorry i went through my entire camera roll multiple times and couldnt decide so you get 4

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order?

english breakfast tea with oat milk mmm

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?

ngl i thought harder about this than i did about everything else i did today combined

2023: faith healer - julien baker

2022: oh no! - marina

2021: scott street - phoebe bridgers

2020: young blood - noah kahan

2019: ribs - lorde

tagging some lovely people woo! @stocious @skylerwinchester @lupeloto @jrooc @heymrspatel @dynamic-power @milkovichrules @ian-galagher @deathclassic @tanktopgallavich @such-a-barbarian @mickeysgaymom @swiftfootedachilles @rereadanon

[sanjuwrites]

WIP Wednesday

thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @decafdino, and @bonheur-cafe for the tags!

the next installment of the day i met you, everything changed is ready, and it's quite angsty 👀👀 this will be out tomorrow!

TK’s settling in on his couch with a bowl of matzo ball soup from Biderman’s Deli when he hears a knock at the door. With a sigh, TK sets the bowl on the coffee table and goes to open the door and – oh.

“Carlos, oh my god.” TK gets his first good look at Carlos since the night of their graduation, and his heart aches at how good Carlos looks. “I wasn’t expecting you, come in. I have some soup from Biderman’s, do you want some? I also have one of those pesto potato sandwiches you like, although I was gonna eat that one for dinner – why are you still at the door? Come in, dude. Did you, like, turn into a vampire while you were gone?”

TK watches as Carlos winces, “Actually, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about, Ty. Can we sit down?” 

TK’s definitely confused now, but he lets it go as he leads Carlos over to the couch. 

“Yeah, um, is everything okay? You kind of just disappeared, and I was wondering if anything was wrong. Even when Andrea said that everything was okay, she didn’t seem convinced.”

Carlos wrings his hands together, and TK reaches over and puts his hand on top of Carlos’s intertwined ones. 

“Hey, it’s just me, okay? Whatever’s wrong, we’ll deal with it together, Carlos, I promise. You just need to talk to me here.”

Carlos nods, and he takes a deep breath. 

“Yeah, okay. I – I got married, TK.” TK removes his hand as if Carlos burned him, and Carlos immediately misses the warmth of TK’s hand on top of his. 

“I’m sorry?”

“I got married last week, Ty. It’s why I’ve been gone, I was telling my parents – and her parents. It finally all worked itself out, so I came to you both.”

“Her?” TK’s eyes sting with the tears he’s holding back, and he refuses to let them fall. Logically, he knows it’s a woman because they couldn’t legally marry anyone else, but TK isn’t being rational. “You married a woman, Carlos? Did you forget the fact that you’re gay? Who’s the lucky woman anyway?”

Carlos looks away at TK’s bitter tone, “I married Iris, TK.” 

TK snorts bitterly and looks at Carlos, “And at any point since you made this hare-brained decision, did you plan on letting us know that you planned on marrying a woman and gallivanting off into the sunset, or were we just afterthoughts to you?”

“TK, please, that’s not fair. I’m sorry I–”“Fourteen days. You completely disappeared for fourteen days, and every time I texted you, you blew me off Carlos. I’m your best fucking friend, and you couldn’t even give me the heads-up that I definitely deserved before you left.” TK stops for a second, looking everywhere but Carlos. “Does Aishu know? Know that you married the woman she’s in love with?”

i'm gonna tag @chaotictarlos, @taralaurel, and @freneticfloetry!

[peachy-lemon83]

Wednesday should’ve been a show for the gays 100%. Both male love interests were hella pushy, and completely ignored all of Wednesdays ‘warning’ signs (picking up things that where definitely not being put down, like her whole attitude was ‘everyone is a pawn in my scheme’ but they’re egos and hero complexes really couldn’t understand that)

(⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️ for last episode, potentially second to last episode, would wait til you’ve seen both just in case)

Both times that they set up for Wednesday to kiss Tyler looked so awkward, and unrealistic tbh. And I know it’s not Jenna Ortega, bc she’s an amazing actress. It was 100% bc that’s how Wednesday would feel. She’s socially awkward, and yes, a definite plot point in the show was about her being better towards the end socially, but no that much. That’s a huge leap for someone who was constantly throwing signs of ‘uncomfortable, not interested’ throughout the whole show. The ending with Enid, however, was definitely the right way to go. Especially since it showed both of them in the same episode. Earlier on (I wanna say about half-way through the last episode) Enid saying “not hugging has kind of become our thing”, and then ending with a beautiful hug that Wednesday pulls Enid back into!!! Ahhhhh. I loved it some much. Mainly bc you could tell it was Wednesdays step forward, over Enid forcing it. Enid never forced Wednesday to do anything she didn’t want to (didn’t force hugs, told her she didn’t have to cheer on the side lines at the Poe cup, doesn’t get mad when Wednesday doesn’t want to do social things, yet still is bothered to invite her just in case). And I know some people are gonna be like “Wednesday was pressured bc Enid tried to hug her every time”, one what in the world makes you think that Wednesday gives a shit about that, or would hug Enid just for that fact. Two it is shown very early on that Enid is a very cheerful and touchy person. People who are used to giving out hugs whenever they feel like it, are going to start making that move before realizing that “oh yeah, Wednesday doesn’t like hugs”. Not to mention Wednesday kept that boundary clear all the other times, and stepped away. That is healthy boundaries. Notice how even her family weren’t super touchy with her, having their own ways of showing her love with out being all up in her business for a long time.

I hope in the next season we continue to see Enid and Wednesday have good boundaries like that. It’s something we need a lot more of in the media. I’m hoping potentially for Enid to maybe turn her instincts into a question (like opening her arms for a hug but not stepping in, allowing for Wednesday to with step away or step in), and more and more of Wednesday slowly accepting more hugs (while still keeping firm in her boundaries on things like bad days or something)