#wombat wednesday

[kimchikawaii]

Never go on a date with a wombat.

Want to try for a better outcome? I have them available in my shop!

Bonus outtake pic at the end.

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #WombatWednesday: have you ever seen a wombat mum that looked like this? 😂

(Real wombats have back-facing pouches and usually only one joey at a time, very rarely twins.)

Charles Alexandre Lesueur, "Le Wombat" Plate XXVIII in François Péron's _Voyage de découvertes aux terres australes_ 1807-1816.

[Biodiversity Heritage Library]

[socialmess46]

Aww tumblr is celebrating wombats today! How cute 💗

[augustheart]

now that green arrow has become fascist it's time for hal to do the funniest thing possible

[direwombat]

Due to ye Olde writers block idk if ch 1 of the werewolf au will be out by Halloween but I am still working on it (albeit slowly) but in the mean time I have a soft jakesyb smutfic in the works and my worldbuilding brain has returned so we're gonna be in dnd planning mode for a bit

[jammintothebeat2]

Happy End me Wednesday!

Kill the director by the Wombats

[bellatrixscurls]

Dustin with a… hammer? | an Eddie Munson Series

pairing : henderson!reader x eddie munson. summary : eddie is your longtime crush. so what happens when you get him all alone, one wednesday afternoon? warnings : eventual smut, friends to lovers, dustin freaking out, kissing, pet names. a/n : this will be a series. please lmk if you like it!

You heard a loud bang, and seconds later your door was slammed open, revealing an unkempt Dustin with a… hammer? in his hands.

“Y/n/n! You have to help me!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, yet you remained unimpressed and it was driving him nuts. “Get up!”

You squinted at him, eyeing the hammer in his hand. And then his face again. “What are you doing with that, you wombat? Put that down” you rolled your eyes and looked back down at your book.

Yet you could hear his breathing, well, it wasn’t something unusual. But he was getting agitated and you could feel it in the air. “It’s Eddie” spluttered Dustin, and your ears immediately perked up. “W-Well, actually it’s Vecna. But I am way more concerned about Eddie.”

“What’s up with Eddie?” You asked, looking back at him as you walked down the stairs, your brother following right behind. Your book was already long forgotten, and any plans you had had before Dustin mentioned Eddie.

You liked the boy. He was sweet, pretty, and he always gave you free weed, blushing like crazy when you kissed his cheek as a thank you.

“I am supposed to meet him here in a few minutes, but Steve called and said that he needs me because Vecna is back and he wants Max and obviously-” he rushed out, but when you gave him a weird look he paused, clutching at his chest. “I need you to distract him until I get back from Steve’s.”

Your eyes were shining. And if Dustin saw, he didn’t say anything. He accepted the urgent nod you gave him, and left, but not before hugging you and yelling “He should be here soon.”

This should be good.

♡

You made sure to do it all. You took a shower first, using your favourite sprays and creams. You put on perfume, cleaned the living room, put on cute clothes. Well, not too cute, you didn’t want him to realise what you were doing. At least not at first.

It was perfect. You had waited for some alone time with Eddie since forever, and Dustin gave it to you on a silver plate, albeit unknowingly.

You jumped a bit at the knock on your door, adrenaline rushing through your veins. “Henderson, you better be ready! I even came a few minutes late so you could-… Oh, hello. You don’t look like you’re into D&D” he smiled that charming smile of his, and you took a moment to admire him. He was wearing a black shirt, black jeans and black boots. His usual clothes, but now he seemed to look even better in them.

You smiled back, opening the door so he could come inside. “I could be” you mumbled and he heard it. Of course he did. His eyes met yours, a mischievous glint in them as he kept eye contact, making his way into your living room.

“So” Eddie rubbed his hands together, falling back down on the comfortable couch. “Where’s Dusty Bun?”

You laughed out loud, sitting down next to Eddie, keeping a fair distance at first. “I see you met mother” he hummed and looked at you expectantly, to which you responded with a shrug and a small “What?”

You tried your best puppy eyes on him, hands toying with the hem of your bycicle shorts. Eddie bit back a smirk, shaking his head “He isn’t here, is he? Little fucker.”

“Actually, he told me to take care of you!” You rushed out when you noticed Eddie beginning to get up, and he looked back at you, wide-eyed. “No! I mean, he told me to stay with you until he gets back.”

Eddie exhaled loudly, ring clad fingers covering his face. “He said what?”

You were taken aback. Was he annoyed?

“Yeah, I’m sorry” you mumbled, mood already ruined. You didn’t know what to do, so you just kept fiddling with your fingers.

Eddie raised his head, looking at you through the space between his fingers. He fucked up big time. His eyes softened and one of his hands found your thigh, squeezing gently. “No, sweetheart. I just- God, he’s cancelled on me too many times now. The campaign is in two days, for fuck’s sake.”

You hummed, hand covering his, still on your thigh. His eyes met yours and he was looking at you carefully, feeling his whole body tense at your touch. “I could try to help you. I mean, I know a few things about D&D. Dustin won’t stop talking about it.”

Eddie’s heart swelled in his chest at your offer. If there was anything he liked more than a pretty girl, was one who actually showed interest in the things he liked. Especially D&D.

“Buckle up, dollface.”

♡

“God, Eddie” you sighed, finally finishing your 3 hour session of helping Eddie with his campaign. He was really passionate about it, and you loved hearing him talk, occasionally asking you for your opinion, which made you feel included and content. “This is harder than it looks. Now I understand why Dustin freaks out so much about every game.”

Eddie chuckles, running a hand through his curly hair and messing it up a little more. “What can I say, sweetheart? It’s not for the weak.”

“What are you implying, Munson?” You snort, swatting his shoulder as he laughed even louder.

Even his laugh was something to die for.

Eddie tipped his head back, leaning on the couch. “I’m joking, Y/n. You have helped me a lot, Henderson must thank you for not getting in trouble with me.”

He put on a serious face, big eyes looking at you as seriously as he could. But it didn’t last long as you both burst out laughing. He was so unserious.

“I’m joking, obviously” he rolled his eyes, still laughing a little bit. “I have some weed in my bag by the way… That’s not a joke” he grabbed his bag from the floor, searching through it.

You put your hand over his, stopping him. “I have some in my room. Come” you took a hold of his hand, dragging him up the stairs and straight to your room.

You left Eddie to sit on your bed as you searched through your makeup drawer, taking a big amount of weed from there.

Eddie’s eyes widened when he saw how much it was in there. “Woah, I don’t have that much weed at home… Where did you- how do you have that?”

Looking down at the floor timidly, you responded. “S all the weed you have ever given me.”

His eyebrows shot up, a confused look on his face. He understood, I mean, he saw the weed, but he didn’t understand… the other parts. “Why did you keep all of that? Sweetheart, that’s gold. How come you have never tried that?”

Sighing, you sat on the bed as well, legs crossed. “I don’t exactly smoke, Eddie” you explain to him, hoping that his questions would stop there. They didn’t.

“Well, what the hell do you use weed for? Wait- you snort it? That’s so fucking cool-”

“Eddie, I don’t know how to!” You raised your voice, and his words are cut short, a flabbergasted look all over his face. “Anytime you’d offered me weed, I couldn’t just say no to you. I wanted you to think I am cool.”

He said nothing and you felt even worse now. You’d just, albeit indirectly, admitted you had something for the boy, and he had no reaction. “I just wanted us to have things in common and-”

Warm. He smashed his lips against your own, and they were so soft and warm. He couldn’t hold back anymore as his once gentle hands found your hips, gripping them and bringing you to sit on his lap.

When Eddie pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, he leaned his forehead against yours, your hands still holding his face between them. You took your turn to look at him confusedly, breath uneven. “Your lips are soft” you blabbered and Eddie chuckled, kissing your nose.

You were staring unseeing into Eddie’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but bring you even closer to him, face against your neck. “You are so perfect. Fuck- I love kissing you.”

His lips were a sin against the sensitive skin on your neck. So skilled and full, you just had to grip the back of his neck, head tipped back in pleasure.

“You can do more” you whimper, pleased when you felt Eddie’s bulge against your clothed cunt, closing your eyes tightly at the sinful feeling.

Heavy silence enveloped them as Eddie stilled, because, well… he had two options. Possibly screw his friendship with Dustin or… not.

Oh no. Eddie began to panic.

“I can’t” he pulled back, shaking his head as if he was having a whole ass discussion in his mind. And boy, was he. “I can’t, Y/n. This is not right, that’s not how this is supposed to happen.”

He got up, brushing down his clothes with his hands. You had no words as you stared up at him, shivers ran down your spine when you realised that he was practically running down the stairs and you were left alone. He didn’t care, of course he didn’t. You had tried everything to make him like you, but it still wasn’t enough for him.

[thylacid]

days of the week if they were awesome

MARSUPIAL monday

TASMANIAN DEVIL tuesday

WOMBAT wednesday

THYLACINE thursday

fNUMBAT friday

[kimchikawaii]

Who's going to @animeboston next weekend? I'll have my wombats with me! Come find me at artist alley table #4 (just to the left of the entrance) and adopt your own wombat with or without extra poops.

Not going to Boston? Wombat is also available in my shop!

[arthistoryanimalia]

One more to cover both #WombatWednesday and #ThylacineThursday:

"Tiger-Wolf and Wombat" [Thylacine and Wombat], plate XXIV in _Bilderwerke fur den Anschauungsunterricht - Band VI (Wilde Thiere aller Zoner)_, 1882. (Originally appeared in _The Instructive Picture Book_, 1860)

[Trove/National Library of Australia]

[adelaidedrubman]

wip wednesday..... reader’s choice round-up edition

tagged by my dears @g0dspeeed @simplegenius042 @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @galaxycunt for the wip title game!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.

(stealing wombat’s “all” omission, and organizational system.) below cut because fair warning some of these are nsfw (with descriptive enough titles). (throwing in an extra no pressure due to that) (fics containing nsfw content are italicized) (asterisks = not all of it, feel free to specify sfw or nsfw snippet requested if you’re interested in those titles)

active wip docs (i have worked on some time within the past couple months, there is a reasonable chance these will get finished):

what if the strap could prematurely ejaculate

jestiny’s perfect day

19. a very uncomfortable dinner.......... 2

have faith in christmas

hallmark 2: electric boogaloo

america's sweetheart epilogue

hank meets the man from the big pictures

4. hooked on a feeling

pseudo-abandoned/dead wip docs:

mae'zel post-creche unpleasantness

play stupid games, win stupid prizes*

jenna’s day off*

footnotes to an inferno

field notes

nick rye talks to the union*

JENNA we need to COOK

i was working in the lab late one night*

beach episode

it's joseph's turn to have a bad day

other manner of documence:

my master document (wildfire stray scenes/notes)

hl&s outline + stray scenes (what it says)

darlings graveyard (not wips but deleted or reworked wildfire scenes)

ah dang now there’s counting. no pressure tags out to @henbased @florbelles @lordundying @belorage @theresaruggedroad @derelictheretic @cassieuncaged @schoute @dickytwister @vasiktomis @chickenparm @delicateweapon @corvosattano @jackiesarch @starsandskies @shallow-gravy @nightbloodbix @strangefable @quickhacked @captastra @8bitpizzacoupons

[mybrainismelted]

WIP Wednesday!

Thanks for the tag @energievie A little snippet of one of the pieces I'm working on right now: Dinner was easy, lots of laughter, and silences filled with Franny telling them all about the field trip her class had taken to the zoo.  She loved all of the animals of course, but she seemed really excited about the Australia section, regaling them with tales of Koalas, Wombats, Kangaroos, Wallabies, and Tasmanian Devils.  They all oo-ed and aww-ed over her stories, asking questions and accepting whatever random answers she made up.  It was a good evening. Later, when Debbie took Franny up to bed, the three men headed out to the back yard.  Glancing around to make sure nobody would see, Carl pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it on Mickey’s lap.  “Snagged that off one of the street kids we arrested today.  Figured you might want something to take the edge off being here.” Mickey smirked when he saw the baggie of pre-rolled joints sitting in his lap, pulling one out and immediately lighting it up.  “Hell yeah, the family pig comes through!”  he breathed out after taking a huge hit

tagging some people to play along and share what you are working on right now!

@juliakayyy, @jrooc, @sam-loves-seb, @spacerockwriting, @rayrayor, @sweetperversiongirl and @ifallonblackdays

[definitely-not-confused]

Intro post!!

Hi I’m Tilda, I’m non binary (transmasc but in a constant gender crisis situation) and probably couldn’t get any ✨more✨gay. I’m a guitarist, mountain biker, photographer and ex-soccer player (I miss it sm) who loves snails, whale sharks, pigeons, ducks, frogs, my dog, and my bearded dragon. I also have magic abilities to crochet and love going out and about as long as it doesn’t require human interaction and I’m a brain damaged bitch with several chronic health issues. And im probably neurodivergent (but can’t get a diagnosis at this time)

Shows and movies I love:

B99, Dead loch, heart stopper, marvel franchise, station 19, new girl, how to train your dragon, dickinson, Harry Potter, how I met your mother, the hunger games, daisy jones and the six, fear street, the sex lives of collage girls, atypical, trinkets wednesday

I game from time to time:

Phasmaphobia, Stardew valley, Minecraft, In the silence, Lethal company, panicore, farcry

I LOVE music more than anything:

Billie Eilish, Chappell Roan, Deftones, Rob zombie, The wombats, The killers, The smith street band, Teenage Joan’s, Queen, Micheal Jackson, The smiths, Mitski , Lana del rey, Olivia Rodrigo, Girl in red, Radiohead, my chemical romance, Hozier, Sir Chloe, Anything that’s classic Aussie dad rock

I read when I have the time and motivation:

The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo, a good girls guide to murder, they both die at the end, she gets the girl, Alice oseman 4 life

I weirdly love broccoli, lemon yogurt, tomatoes and cheese. Current safe food: savoury shapes.

Original posts are tagged with #spiralling like a snail shell

I’ve a side blog for travelling and trips and shit if you wanna join that mess too:

@travelling-gays

Have an awesome day :)

[thewatermelloncat]

W.I.P Wednesday

Here is the beginning of the Six Weeks and Stuffed Wombats rewrite. 

I’m also looking for advice, do we think that the dialogue between unnamed characters works well enough? It seems a little clunky to me, but I have no idea how else to format it. HELP ME 💚

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The room was supposed to be sound proofed, but Denali could still hear the yelling muffled through the door. For minutes on end, she waited out in the hallway of the music department, listening but unable to make out any of the words. At times there would be a gap, presumably when someone else got the chance to speak, but other than that the yelling continued. 

It was almost as much of a relief to her as to those inside when the surrounding goes quiet, and the doorhandle finally turns. An awkward laugh slips through the lips of the first choir member to exit as they share a look with another.

“Do you think she’s okay?” she asks under her breath.

“I don’t know” the second answers as they continue down the hallway out of earshot.

Other choir members file out behind them, their faces reading in mixes of sadness and shock. Some others wearing frowns of confusion.

“Did you see her flinch?” a girl in Denali’s math class says to her friend.

Her friend nods. “It was like she thought he was going to hit her.”

“Well, it would be like what her parents do” a third person adds in and is immediately shushed with frantic noises. “What? Everyone knows.” They shrink back, raising their hands in surrender.

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to say it” someone else hushes as the group carries along.It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who they are talking about. Denali knows the rumours about Rosé, perhaps better than she does, and she knows that most of them are true.

[direwombat]

wip wednesday update: syb has finally found pain meds

A pained grunt is forced from her lungs as she climbs into the cab. She settles in the front seat, exclaiming when Boomer launches himself off the ground and onto her lap before hopping to the passenger side. Her teeth grind together as she rides out the pain and once the worst of it has subsided, she twists around to reach into the backseat. 

Tucked under the seats, she finds her go-bag, right where she stashed it. It’s been a mainstay in her vehicles ever since she was old enough to drive, and something she’d kept hidden ever since she was fourteen. For as much effort as the Peggies went vandalizing the exterior of her truck, they did fuckall with its interior. 

Their mistake. 

Dragging the duffel bag back with her to the front seat, she places it on her lap and unzips it. Extra sets of clothes. A still-packaged toothbrush and travel-sized tube of toothpaste. Deodorant. Spare ammo -- Aha!

Her lips quirk up as her hand wraps around a bottle of generic-brand acetaminophen. “Bingo,” she breathes. Uncapping the bottle, she pours a handful of pills into her palm and swallows them dry. 

[spotsandsocks]

Get to to know me

Tagged by @buddierights 🥰

Fave ship: buddie consumes me

First ship: probably bones and castle - don’t think I knew what shipping was then and don’t know their ship name. Macdanno was top ship for a while and got invested at a distance with Elliot/Quentin in Magicians which ended badly to say the least! Then buddie got hold of me!

Last song: is this what it feels like to feel like this The wombats

Currently reading: I have trouble reading these days, find it difficult to focus especially on anything new. Dip into fanfics still but even that is less frequent. I am thinking of a re read of guards guards by Terry Prachett just bought a fancy new hardback version.

Last movie: Arthur Christmas

Currently watching: just finished Wednesday again have to be very motivated to try something new. Watching the new Willow as well and Rewatching Bones on season 7.

Consuming: nothing I’m in bed

Craving: nothing in particular right now

Currently working on got a prince/knight au for buddie aufest to work and/or an author! Buck au also a Christmas fic I don’t think I’ll get done before Christmas but fingers crossed before new year!!

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @loveyourownsmiilee @elvensorceress @ajunerose if they fancy doing this