Oh I’ll Have To Kiss That Blush Of Your Face Now, Pretty Girl.
oh i’ll have to kiss that blush of your face now, pretty girl.
and i absolutely love all of those costumes. i’m a jinx x lux fan myself. and i adore she-ra & catra, two of my favorite lesbians actually. i think i’ve watched she-ra like a billion times at this point.
and is that so? maybe you could even catch me before i reveal myself. maybe i follow you. maybe i don’t. i guess in true wednesday style, i have to keep myself mysterious!
just to tease you, my enid. you must be enjoying this a little!
flirt with me without hiding behind anon, then maybe you’ll seem like less of a coward ♡ [lovingly]
the fact that my favs are your favs makes me question if im getting stalked right before i giggle anyway, i would die first in a horror movie. LightCannon & Catradora both have a special and tender place in my heart !!
as much as you wanna catch me questioning, i doubt i’ve ever seen you before, but it’s fun to wonder anyway! a game played in halves, you know one part and i know the other, but if you know more than you should - then i doubt thats fair.
however in true Wednesday style, it suits the sadistic tendencies, so i think you’re doing a good job either way
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i’ve been recently realising that i’m bisexual, i need a cigarette and hard liquor for this
like oh you are on the topside dictating the whole city by yourself?.. can you top my poussy like that 🤤🤤
thoughts on arcane pls?
girls dont want boyfriends, girls want what enid and wednesday have
oh- oh i thought-
oh my bad-
billie eilish!!!
Woaaah an art degree??
That’s so cool actually, that couldn’t be me. I think I’d fail like almost immediately.
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oh my no degree no way!! i just really like art in general, i don’t study it by choice :p every time i’ve tried to start i got bored and quit the extracurriculars immediately
and theres no such thing as failure, you either pick up on what you did wrong, do it again and fix it, over and over until its good, or you give up <- thats not implied to art only
a character is strong when they’re seen getting a punch and getting back up to throw another one, not when they only throw them - but when they have the courage to get up again, to me failure doesn’t exist
torment
-B.E.
A/N: teeny tiny blurb🍓
ᝰ🖋️: suggestive duh?!
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thighs clasped together, squirming on the couch with a fidget need at the tips of your fingers.
“whats wrong? something happen?” so caring, so sweetly worried,
“im tired, its getting late” so fake.
a head turning at the clock looking with a squint, a faint held-back smile with an undertone of amusement to it. “its winter, the sun is down but its eight. since when do you get tired so early?”
she knows, the avoiding of eye contact, the excess fidgeting, the subtle moving of your hips. just enough to get the energy out of them somehow, just enough to go by unnoticed if it weren’t her goal all evening to get you just like that.
“since the sun did too.” monotone, but pained. an ache at the cords to make your replied coherent. she wasn’t born yesterday, you’re not hanging out for the first time, its obvious. neutral facial expression with uneven breathing, focusing on anything ahead as long as its not her, blank stare, a deer in headlights.
but she wanted to hear it. “ohh is the poet becoming the poetry itself? well don’t let me stop you,” without looking at her you could tell she was smiling, “go on if you have to.” she knows.
no matter the courage or the amount of times you backwards count, you cant stand on your feet. you’ve been trying, for conversations now. “i-..” cutting your own self off, you tear your eyes off the frame on the wall, dragging them all the way to her. “i don’t think i physically can” cheeks set aflame, a shameful giggle making its way out your chest.
this friendship has always been playful, and each time it gets more and more effective - which is both good and bad. depending whose perspective you see it from.
even when she tries her best to not smile, her eyes always do. they always did, her mouth didn’t have to. “whys that? need help?” such a tone. what a tone. she knew just the right buttons to push, like a favourite video game, she knew just what to do, and she would know so even blind.
“fuck off.”
mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi mean vi—
have you tried being delusional
𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
- B.E.
AnoTHA ONE☝️ blurb leave me alone | again no use of names, just variations of “she” and “you”
A/n: did i get sad? Yes. Did i decide to make something out of it? Also yes. Is this projecting? Maybe.(Yes.) || I projected my tendency to literally run from home when i get too upset because i need to relieve my angrers energy into something thats not entirely destructive FHFEJJKS
i don’t know if this can be categorised as angst/comfort ?? But!!1!1!! (Its surrounded by comfort but whats comfort without the need for it)
Summary: You and Billie have been together long enough for her to see your vulnerable side, it didn’t take long to but it did take a lot of strength to. And this happens to be one of those times where you need nothing more in the world than to go home!
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A blurry road ahead, a big blob of blended colours and shapes danced to the sound of irregular nose-huffs. Forehead sweaty and a hefty backpack bouncing on your back.
You’ve gone this path countless times, by now you can go there blind. Your body remembers all the turns and miles. Like your body needs to reach the destination.
You hadn’t realised just how tiring running this whole thing was until she came in the view - until you saw that short, long haired woman standing right outside, waiting for you, the woman that always knows what you need.
Strict hard nose breaths soon turn into open mouthed pants, bouncing bag thrown to the ground somewhere, anywhere off you, and you finally let your rivers flow.
A melody of countless “i’m sorry”’s spilling out your mouth as soon as your body comes in touch with hers, pairs of hands holding the other body like their own lives depend on it, mutual emotion being held and shared in and through both bodies.
She’s seen you this way a number of times, she has not once thrown a rejection at your vulnerable emotions needs, but thats not enough for your overworking mind.
The lock of arms around your waist and up your back giving you a squeeze, shushing hushing noises coming to caress your ears - “shh its okay angel, its okay. I’m here with you, i am here for you.” - caring the same like a mother would to her child, or maybe a person who’s not quite full when their sweetheart isn’t.
Words that go in through your ears, and circulate along your insides as if made to soothe you whole, whats a painkiller better than love?
“I’m sorry.” you sighed with the loss of a last deep breath. Composing yourself to pull away, managing to turn your head to face her, face red like a tomato and makeup running all along.
“Its okay,” she gave a small chuckle looking back at you, an affectionate hand reaching out to hold your face. “I know.” A voice just above a whisper.
For a moment while you look into her eyes, you think you can almost feel them. Like your burning teary face can feel the breeze and like the darkening evening sky suddenly shines all its stars above her.
While you’re focused on her eyes you lose track of everything else - like the fact that your breathing is now calm, your shaking hands have turned gentle. She noticed those though, taking your hand in one of hers and your backpack in her other.
“So what do you wanna do?” ..
“Im feeling a movie”
“So movie night it is!”
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i get it, cara mia.
i kinda spontaneously decided to dye it because i was feeling bad about myself but it’s here to stay i think!!! i also went as wednesday for halloween this year so it went really well braided!
i think you’d look amazing no matter the color!! plus i think pink & black go really well with each other anyways.
and yeah, your wednesday 🙂↕️
“cara mia.” do you know. i audibly screamed.
feeling like this rn only thing is we aren’t arguing
its a shame i cant know who’s my blind admirer ᴖ̈
flush aside, thank you for the compliments & i bet purple must’ve blended and fit in perfectly with the Wednesday look ^_^
