Enid: I think you’d probably survive a zombie apocalypse.
Wednesday: Awww that’s so sweet, Mi Amor. Is it because of my survival instincts?
Enid: No it’s because you’re already so dead inside you’ll fit in with the zombies!
Wednesday:
Wednesday: Okay good point.
fanfic at its core
Me: What if I’m just faking my chronic pain? Maybe I should test it.
*moves hip in just the wrong way, screams in pain*
Me: Nope, definitely not faking it. Also, I should stop doing that.
*five minutes later*
Me: ….
Me: But what if I’m faking-
When is a monster not a monster?
(Oh, when you love it.)
Weems: imagine if someone handed you a box of all the items you've lost throughout your life.
Yoko: wow, my childhood innocence
Enid: and my will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Divina: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Wednesday: mental stability, my old friend!
Weems: *nervously* Okay girls, could ya lighten up a little?
Enid: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not gonna like it.
Yoko: Just rip the bandage off.
Enid: It’s Wednesday.
Yoko: Put the bandage back on.
Enid: I honestly think Wednesday believes she's a cat sometimes.
Bianca, amused: What does she do, meow?
Enid: No, she likes to get up in high places and jump off them without a care in the world.
Bianca, laughing:
Enid:
Bianca: Wait, really?