I Just Finished A Wenclair Fic Where Ajax Would Call Wednesday A Little Guy And I Can’t Stop Thinking

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not). 

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human. 

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it? 

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do. 

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god. 

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you. 

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given. 

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy. 

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground. 

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

Person: I want a story where witches do everyday magic, like spells woven into clothing and charmed earrings and spells made from knitting-

Me: *grabs their face* The Circle of Magic series. The thing you are describing is Tamora Pierce’s Circle of Magic series.

Me: There are four main characters, a white girl who has power to control and and bespell textiles, a black lesbian who can shape and enchant metal, a fat girl very easily interpreted as asexual who can control weather and cause natural disasters, and a possibly aromantic boy of color who can talk to plants. Their mentors include two queer women in a relationship and a black man. The entire series revolves around their friendship and supporting and drawing strength from each other.

Me: Along with this are very strong feminist themes, and not that exclusively white woman feminism, like real anti-racism, anti-classism, and sexual liberation stuff, along with storylines about honoring your culture while breaking away from what is traditionally accepted, anti-war sentiments and dealing with grief and PTSD.

Me: This is literally everything tumblr has ever asked for and it has existed for nearly TWENTY YEARS

Me: Please read it.

My favorite wenclair take is that once Wednesday starts dating Enid the simp gene she inherited from Gomez just like ACTIVATES.

Like people notice that she starts smiling more and while it is extremely unsettling and makes their skin crawl every time they see it, they realize that it only ever happens when Enid is within a five foot radius of Wednesday. Enid so much as makes eye contact with her and the room just drops 10 degrees and Wednesday just has this crazed look on her face, everyone thinks somethings wrong with her, and Enids just like "Aw, babe, you have a beautiful smile!"

People also notice that Wednesday will do absolutely whatever Enid tells her to. Put on these cat ears for a costume? Yes, of course. Let Thing out of the drawer even though I'm mad at him? I can't say no to you. Wear the snoods? Whatever you want.

She would kill for her and die for her and literally everyone knows it at this point.

Bonus:

Wednesday catches herself calling Enid "Cara Mia" and it struck with the horrifying realization of

"oh no, I've become my father."

Spider!Enid

Enid: I’m so angry with you, Willa!

Wednesday: I understand.

Enid: You have no idea how furious I am with you right now!

Wednesday: How long are you gonna be mad?

Enid: I have no idea!! Probably a long time!

Wednesday: How long are you going to keep holding my hand?

Enid looks down to see she’s still holding her partners hand. She quickly pulls away.

Not a second goes by until she grabs her hand again

Enid: Okay! I forgive you! I miss you so much.

Wednesday: Oh thank god, I can’t stand it when I’m not holding your hand, Mon Coeur.

*SIGHS*

Another AO3 app that's pretending to be official when it's not (or at least isn't making it clear its unofficial.) They're using AO3's name and logo, and embedding ads.

There is no official AO3 app

Someone else is gathering your data, potentially your log in information etc and making use of it how they please. (They say they're not but their privacy policy says otherwise)

They are making money from the ads without the fic writer's consent.

They've also rated it Pegi 3 (which is ludicrous)

Please, even if you care about nothing else, for the safety of your data, please don't use this app. Certainly don't give it your AO3 log in details.

I've told AO3 that it's infringing on its copyright. I will be requesting they remove access of my work as I do not consent to my creative content being used to generate ad revenue for them.

I will be reporting it as incorrectly rated.

The only email address I can find is Narusta@gmail.com which is included in their privacy policy, and boboxway13@gmail.com as their developer.

if its 1:00am when you're reading this you know what to do!

The urban fantasy show I actually want to see is a hospital drama with a dedicated wing for supernatural illnesses.

Vampirism. Lycanthropy. Cheap spells gone wrong. A woman brought in for her prenatal has to be told her baby is a lindworm. Someone is literally being followed by the anthropomorphic personification of the Black Death.

Someone somewhere out there is having their perception of the world irreparably shattered by the knowledge that magic is real, and at the other side is a team of doctors who have to roll their eyes and pull out Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales because some high school kid tried to go Carrie with a cheap spellbook and turn all the kids at prom into frogs, and the doctors have to wrangle a couple dozen teenagers into admitting if they have a true love who can break the spell.

Not parasocial love nor parasocial hate but a secret third thing where I respect the celebrity for their talents and achievements while acknowledging that I do not have a personal relationship with them and that they are a human with flaws

cue the orchestra in the back