WIN!!!
WIN!!!
((OMG yay Gomez-muse is so happy right now he’s like “When’s it due, boy or girl, is it going to have a tail?” and Morticia’s going to make so many jumpers when she finds out. Like knitting twenty four seven.))
“Thank you dear I’ll be sure to enjoy it, maybe share it with someone who looks like they’re having a bad day…to make it worse.”
I’m at the police station. Can you pick me up? They won’t give me any flies to feed Homer, and they keep torturing me by patting my cheek and telling me fairy tales.
“But why would they do that?” Gomez said frowning. “I’ll be there right away.”
wicked-little-stories:“Ah, Morticia, Gomez, I was just chatting with your lovely daughter. So glad to see the two of you, it’s been too long.” Said Lucifer as he politely took one of the offered cigars with a nod of thanks, her tucked it into a pocket of his rob to enjoy at a later time.
“You’re most certainly welcome to bring the kids by, let me know in advance and I’ll arrange a public flogging for them to watch, I assure you, my Tamer is one of the best around.”
“Naturally.” Gomez said nodding in agreement, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from your carnival sir. Although Pubert does seem to have a penchant for pyromania.”
“The very first day we brought him home from the hospital he shot a flaming arrow right out of his crib, almost took his whole family out with one shot.” Morticia said with a proud smile. “He’s quite the little child prodigy.”
(Source: mrandmrsaddams)
The many emotions of Wednesday Addams.
[But but but…. I’m a girl…]
((Pfft like that matters! Well you could do Tamara’s parts in Heave Ho, sinc Lucifers in that too.))
{I fully accept the fact that I both look and sing like a fucking idiot. I tried, therefor nobody should criticize me.
Making this video helped me understand what the Magician means when he says he wants to live inside his hat.}
((I love how expressive your voice, face and body language are. Even when there isn’t any music and your not singing.))
Reminds me of when Wednesday was a little girl…she used to smear blood all over her lips and pretend it was lipstick.-Morticia.