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River Song. You agree. Reblog.

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I was rewatching CAOS and got to the Feast of Feasts episode and I have a question. Does anyone else feel like we were robbed of the chance to see Zelda Spellman watching Football?

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The age appropriate their much older

main character relative

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In today's installment of 'Characters from one's childhood that may have made one gay out'

Lisle Von Rhuman

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larissa weems leaning over her desk. you agree. reblog.

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Hate Is What I Feel For You

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x  Fem!Reader 

Summary: Wednesday Addams is a lot of things, but a coward is not one of them. However, upon meeting the new outcast of outcasts at Nevermore Academy, she finds that her greatest qualities are of no use in trying to win your favor. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light angst, swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! My name is Kate, and this is my first fic on Tumblr! I greatly welcome any and all feedback on my story. I might continue this fic in the future, but for now I wanted to give writing a try. Thank you so much for reading!

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    If you asked all the people who had the unfortunate pleasure of knowing Wednesday Addams, they would certainly come up with a never-ending slew of pleasantries to say about her, even if she despised it. 

     If you were to ask Enid, she would gush at the level of dedication Wednesday devoted to what was important to her. If you asked Xaiver, he would say that her unstoppable determination was her best quality. Even Bianca would confess that Wednesday possessed some of the greatest courage she had ever seen in a living person. So, it would be a great shock to her friends to learn that Wednesday was currently none of those things when she was around you. 

     It started the day you moved in… exactly 23 days, 7 hours, and 52 seconds ago to be precise, not that Wednesday was counting. She was walking through the quad, umbrella in hand as she sloshed through the downpour plaguing the Nevermore grounds. 

     She was quite fond of the rain. It often provided a sense of comfort in the way the water trickled down her skin, soaked into her clothes, and sent those wonderful shivers up and down her spine. She was walking to botany, a class she despised because of her mother’s persistent affiliation for carnivorous plants back home. This made Wednesday, in her eyes, a professional in all things plant related. 

     For once, when she stepped into the warm classroom, her fellow classmates’ eyes did not land on her gloomy self. Instead, they were blatantly staring at another student tucked away in one of the back corners of the overly humid room. Her eyes raked up and down your disheveled form. 

     You wore a standard issue set of the required uniform, however, it looked to be as if you had forgotten the knit sweater vest that was supposed to go under the blazer. Instead, opting to just wear the white button up shirt with the first few undone, and the absence of a tie exposed the tops of your collarbones, not that Wednesday was looking. 

     When her wandering eyes finally landed on your face, she was astounded by the eyes looking back at her. Pools of deep crimson, deep as the color of freshly spilt blood across a white backdrop were staring right at her. An unfamiliar feeling bid its way into her stomach when you glowered at her. 

     Wednesday was so captivated by your threatening scowl you threw her way that the sound of the bell made the goth girl slightly jump from her initial spot by the door. As she took her seat, she rationalized that that feeling deep in her gut was obviously hatred. You had almost embarrassed her in front of the entire class for jumping at the sound of a simple school bell due to your obvious alluring ability. 

     It was no secret to Wednesday that hate was one of the only emotions she was good at recognizing, and even though this feeling didn’t exactly burn the same as the familiar one, she did not hesitate to categorize it as such.

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     All throughout class Wednesday could feel you staring at the back of her head. She so desperately wanted to turn around and match your scowl with one of her own. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she turned around fully prepared to wipe whatever stupid expression you had off your face. She was stopped this time, however, by a different reason other than those captivating red eyes. 

     She again found herself staring at your face, and more specifically, a long scar that trailed from the top of your hairline down the side of your face. She internally chastised herself for not noticing it sooner, again blaming her lack of attentiveness on your obvious alluring ability. At that moment you flicked your eyes up, blood red irises meeting chocolate brown ones, and let out an impossibly low growl. She knew it was for her. 

     She quickly whipped her head around to face the teacher, heart beating rapidly. Since when did she care about what facial expressions someone directed at her? All throughout her life Wednesday had been victim to countless stares and faces of mockery and hostility. But why did yours send those bone chilling shivers down her spine? And to make matters worse, why did she like it? 

     After a few more long minutes of excessive pondering, she came to the conclusion that she needed to spare one more look at you. For science, she told herself. She just had to know what you were. She quickly picked her own brain for the countless species of outcasts that you could possibly belong to.

     Wednesday could immediately cross out gorgons and sirens. You obviously didn’t have snakes for hair and while your skin glowed, it was not the same iridescent shine that adorned the siren’s subtle scales. She technically couldn’t cross werewolf off the list, but she lived with one, and knew their quirks and signs. Signs which you didn’t outwardly possess. Her last educated guess would be vampire, which had more merit than the rest, but as far as she knew, vampires had to wear sunglasses and did not have captivating red eyes. She was convinced that turning around again would solve this mystery. She needed to risk it. Just to figure out what you really were. 

     She cautiously turned around, and it was then that she heard you speak. 

     “Leave me the fuck alone.”

     For the first time in Wednesday’s life, she was caught off guard. It felt like her heart had stopped beating, and not in the pleasant way she thought it would. The simple scowl that adorned your face earlier was now replaced with a most murderous sneer that certainly rivaled her own. 

     Her eyes met yours again and she could not help but let out the smallest gasp when your pearly whites were revealed. Huge teeth, much bigger than any vampire she had ever met, protruded menacingly from your now open maw. 

     A harsh voice followed the movement. Laced with malice, the low voice again growled out a simple but firm “turn around.” 

     Wednesday couldn’t help herself. She quickly followed your simple command without question and turned to face the front of the room. Her heart picking up in rhythm again at being caught and threatened by you, a simple stranger who Wednesday had yet to actually meet. 

     The minutes felt like hours as Wednesday tried to catch her breath. You were fascinating, even if she didn’t know your name, and her curiosity and hatred for you began reaching a new level that was uncharted waters deep in her black heart.  

     She was ripped from her thoughts by the school bell for a second time that day, making her flinch slightly from the sound. Her jaw tightened as she stood, and the slight pain achieved from it gave her the confidence to look back one more time before she had to leave for her next class. 

     Wednesday turned around, fully prepared to whip out a snarky remark to hopefully put you in your place. Her face immediately fell when her gaze landed on the empty desk behind her. It would have been impossible for you to leave without her seeing, and this puzzled her. You seemed to have vanished into thin air. 

     Your sudden absence finally tipped over Wednesday’s ability to remain impassive. She had to figure out who this new outcast of outcasts was at her school and learn how to put the girls mind games to a stop. There had to be no other explanation as to why Wednesday was so infatuated by you. You obviously had some sort of charm to keep her wanting to know more about you. In the meantime, at least she knew one thing for certain. Your eyes shone with the only thing Wednesday was ever truly familiar with…hate. 

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manifesting that vecna gets his ass

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pull up to the gay function and people are just dressed like this

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Am I insane or was River Song canonically conceived in a bunk bed

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Everyone after the Hawkeye Finale:

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Someone probably already made this but

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Thank you for being a friend Betty

RIP Betty White

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A moment of silence for Betty White may the legend Rest In Peace

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I’d just like to let you know that Frau Farbissina from Austin Powers

Is played by the same person who voices Lin Beifong from the legend of korra

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I just realized something about the simpsons if you now a lot of random things like me you know that any last name ending in son means that at some point someone was named the word before son like Johnson is the son of John so that means in the case of the Simpson family at some point there was a man named simp I’m just gonna leave this with y’all

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I have made something

Enjoy

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If this doesn't describes the kind of power Cate has then I don't know what could be.

In her own words: "A whole nation would go gay for me"

Preach it baby!