Wednesday, typing: The shadow was following her, about thirty feet behind. Suddenly it got down on all fours and broke into a sprint. It was gaining on her.
Comic relief character, whispering: Shia LaBoeuf.
Bonus:
Wednesday: What do you mean they won't take my novel seriously because it's similar to a meme?
Wednesday: I will prove them wrong. Not only will this monster be a dangerous stalker, but also a cannibal. Let's see whether they'll be laughing then.
Comic relief character, already starting to laugh: Actual cannibal Shia LaBoeuf!
🇬🇧“I want your attention, i want your love, i want your protection, i want you so much at all times that the intense feeling of obsession and passion never goes away.”
🇧🇷“Quero sua atenção, quero seu amor, quero sua proteção, quero tanto você o tempo todo que o intenso sentimento de obsessão e paixão nunca vai embora.”
✍🏻Ode to Eaters Via "🐦."
🎥Films: The Addams Family (1991), Addams Family Values (1993).
I love you. If you’ve come this far, that’s all I can say. I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows, in fading ink, on cold ice splashed with the blood of seals. In the rings of trees. In the wreckage of a planet crumbling to space. In bubbling water. In bee stings and dragonfly wings, in stars. In the depths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up—and even then you watched me. You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.
This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.
"Everything that involves Óðinn is marked in this way...he has often been seen as a a sort of shaman-god to who whom sacrifices are made by hanging - and nothing, absolutely nothing in his affairs has the clarity of rational phenomena."
- Boyer, "Elements of the Sacred among the Germanic and Norse peoples" p. 287 (emphasis mine)
Wednesday (counting off on her fingers): 4pm- bee club with Eugene, 5pm- fencing my scorned foes, 6pm- writing time, 7pm- ruining the dates of heterosexuals within a 15 mile radius, 8pm- researching and fantasising new ways to efficiently execute someone without leaving a trace, 9pm- homework and night routine and 10pm- bedtime
Enid (mouth opened and slightly impressed): I just asked if you were free tonight