Jenna, On Netflix TUDUM 2023: [referring To The Hyde Master Bond] I Always Thought It'd Be Interesting

you have to laugh when haters gotta be like "the writers want them together" and dismiss that they actually write them to be together there was a whole ass construction of character for it it was not something out of blue like one thing is when the piece of media does something that completely doesn't make sense the other is the whole ass writing point to this direction and you don't like it - then be free to make your own fanon but go on and pretend the character haven't been meant for the other is just delusional

Tyler: My di-

Wednesday: *turns lighter on*

Tyler: My hands are cold

Wednesday : Here, let me hold them

Tyler: My lips are cold too

Wednesday : *covers Tyler’s mouth with her hand*

Who do you think delivered baked the cake?

"I almost killed you"

"I'm tougher than you think"

wyler moodboard

Tyler Galpin + being the poorest little meow meow

Tyler:

Wednesday:

ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ | ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ɢᴀʟᴘɪɴ + 1.07

Oh wow! Guess is my turn to do one of these huh?

Thanks @anotherbluesunday for the Tag! Hope you like this little excerpt from my W.I.P.

WARNING: description of dead body and wounds/violence

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Carefully, they grabbed the body's left side and began pushing until it smoothly rolled on its stomach.

Or at least that was the plan, for as soon as Wednesday's eyes came upon the dead man's exposed back, she retraced her arms as though she'd been burned. Leaving Pugsley to bear its whole weight, causing the boy to push the body away, which turned with a loud 'smack' resonating across the room.

"Hey, what gives!?" he complained, but Wednesday paid him little attention, refusing to tear her eyes from what lay before her.

It began from his lower back, stretching up to his rhomboid major. There were three, superficial at the start but growing in intensity as they went up, to the point where a trio of puncture holes adorned their end. As though the aggressor had decided to switch tactics midway.

The victim had been hooked on his back and slammed against the ground.

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Well, this was fun!

If you see this, consider yourself pretty much tagged!

✨✨Tag Wars!✨✨

okay, so i’m very sorry to all the people who tagged me and i just didn’t respond. life has been…crazy. yeah, that’s the word i’ll go with. but here i am, back on tumblr posting actual content. yay! ✌🏻

i was tagged by @nouklea, @chaoticstupiddm, and @gardenoblues. thank you!

rules: rules? what rules?? there’s rules?!

this is an excerpt from my upcoming sci-fi wyler romance Star Atlas which will be launching sometime this weekat the start of june so mark your calendars and, when reading it, please let me know if there’s anything you are confused about or don’t understand. the fic is reeeeeally science heavy so yeah, don’t be shy and ask away. 💜

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"What is it...?"

Mouth ajar, Tyler stared at me a moment longer then looked down. Sniffled and sighed a heavy sigh a moment later. "Dad was promoted. He'll be the chief engineer and payload expert for the next five missions to the ISS."

"Isn't...Isn't that good news?" Waiting until he looked up, I was more confused than before. "He's being promoted. Aren't you happy?"

Tyler tossed me a sad lopsided smile. "We're moving Wen. At the end of the summer."

"What...?" I gawked. Moving? Why? "But you're in school here. And there's a Strat-port in Long Beach. Can't he just stay here and--"

"They need him in Houston."

The world swayed. Houston? Houston Houston as in Texas. Why? What was the logic when he could just fly out for his missions and come back to California afterward?

"When did you find out?"

Tyler looked at me--the corner of his lip twitching before he looked down again. "This morning."

"So you're leaving...permanently. Just like that."

"Yeah." He didn't look up. Just stared at the ground then murmured, "I'm sorry Wednesday."

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now to tag my victims! mwuahahahaaa!! i tag @nouklea @chaoticstupiddm @gardenoblues @broken-everlark @how-does-it-feel-to-lose @alexabrier @writingallthetimee @writerrose1998 @insomniac1994 @the--lysine-contingency @iamfandomcrazy @thedesibritton @tastethesetears @deniedmetamorphosis @raven-delamuerte @woefullysomber @wednesdayandherhyde @thecallofthevoidstillsounds @you-can-hufflefuck-right-off @persephoneed @leavesdriftinginthewind @angelicangelx @nessa007 @shadowofthesun123 @sissytobitch10seconds @chinita-inzunza @letihasideas @realisticintentions

"I'm in. And no charge. Consider it a freebie."

"Why?"

[Tyler Galpin had no control over who manipulated Hyde. He had no idea or any sort of training in controlling his own powers. As a normie he was neglected by his father and found solace in the lies Thornhill fed him. If his dad had ever tried to communicate with him rather than being scared of what his son would become, he'd be in a different place. What he was made to do was not his fault. He did not choose to kill people. He was just a teenager trying to be a better person, trying to live his life peacefully. He was haunted by the pain of the people Hyde killed, and when he's telling Wednesday about it, you can see the mask almost slip. And that's all I have to say.]

the rave'n

I swear this will be my last post about them