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Today is my twenty-seven birthday. I think I made this account when I was like nineteen?. Anyway. I feel weird today, I don't feel particularly excited or anything. Just another day. I do want to appreciate how this account has been part of me, in the most intimate way and emotional way possible. I'm grateful that this place, apart from all the changes, is still the same and so. I need to remind myself.

It's me, despite everything, it's still me.

-theo colon

Moments when it's raining. It's 7pm, I'm playing Skyrim and the lighting is just right. Is something that I would take a mental photo of it and the way it made me feel....

Something something, we are infinite ✨️

I love this lil buddy

-t.colon

2500 likes!

#2500 likes #tumblr milestone

How life been hearing like lately.

-T. Colón

#music #lovely #dtmf #music player

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We need to talk about Enid Sinclair calling Wednesday her “pack.” In popular media, we often think of wolf packs as random groups of cool outcasts. But if we look at real-world biology, what Enid is saying is actually incredibly profound—and a little bit heartbreaking.

In the wild, a wolf pack isn't a club you "join." It’s a nuclear family. It consists of the parents (the alphas) and their biological offspring. For a wolf, "Pack" = "Blood." To an outsider, a pack is usually a death sentence; wolves are fiercely territorial and will chase off or kill any "lone wolf" that tries to encroach on their space.

By calling Wednesday her pack, Enid is doing something radical. She is taking an "outsider"—someone who isn't even the same species (werewolf vs. psychic)—and mentally re-coding her as family. In Enid’s world, where she felt rejected by her biological pack (her mother’s constant disappointment over her not "wolfing out"), this is her reclaiming her identity. She isn't waiting for her blood relatives to accept her anymore. She is building a pack of her own choosing.

For a wolf, the pack is the only thing that matters. You hunt together, you sleep together, and you die for one another.

When Enid says this, she isn't just saying "we're besties."

She is saying: "I have overwritten my most basic instincts for you. You are no longer a stranger; you are part of my very survival."

It’s not just friendship; it’s a biological soul-bond.

From a biological perspective, leaving your birth pack usually means one thing: finding a mate to start a new one. By rejecting her mother’s pack dynamics and declaring Wednesday her own, Enid is stepping into a role that mirrors the Alpha pair.

Whether you see it as platonic or romantic, the biology dictates that Wednesday isn't just a friend. She is Enid's chosen partner for survival. In the wolf world, that is a bond for life.

"If we don’t necessarily want to label it with the classic 'romantic love' tag, there is a third option that might be even more accurate for them:

This is a 'soulmate' bond.

Enid saying 'You are my pack' isn't just about friendship or romance—it’s a spiritual declaration. By calling Wednesday her 'pack,' Enid assumes the role of the Alpha protector, but with a twist: she chooses someone who isn't even a wolf. This defies all biological instincts. It’s a soul-level recognition. Wednesday is the 'outsider among outsiders,' and Enid is the 'late bloomer.' They didn't just find a friend; they found a home in each other. When Enid says 'YOU are my pack,' she’s saying that Wednesday is enough to make her feel whole. It’s a bond that transcends species and social norms—it's two souls finally finding their frequency."

The defining characteristic of soulmates is that they compel each other to change.

Enid finally transformed into a wolf because of Wednesday (a spiritual/emotional trigger).

Wednesday learned to trust and to embrace because of Enid (breaking through emotional barriers).

This mutual growth is proof that their bond stems from the deepest layers of their souls.

Pay attention to the phrasing: Enid doesn’t say, “We are a pack.” She says, “You are my pack.” This is an incredibly intimate and personal declaration. It suggests that Wednesday, all by herself, constitutes an entire pack for Enid. This kind of exclusivity is the hallmark of soulmates: “I don’t need ten other wolves; as long as you are by my side, my community feels complete.”

This is the strongest argument for the spiritual nature of their bond: Wednesday is not a wolf. Biologically, a wolf would never consider a creature of another species as a pack member. The fact that Enid does it anyway proves that their connection is metaphysical. Their souls have intertwined, not their bloodlines or instincts. It is a conscious, deep spiritual decision that overrides the laws of nature.

For a wolf, the "pack" is the only place in the world where they aren't a stranger. Both Wednesday and Enid are outcasts even within their own worlds:

Wednesday is an oddity within her own family.

Enid was the "black sheep" of her own wolf pack.

When Enid declares that Wednesday is her pack, it is a spiritual homecoming. This is more than just simple romance because it touches the very foundations of their identity: "Finally, there is someone I don’t have to hide my true self from."

When Enid says, “You are my pack,” she is actually stepping into the Alpha role. In wolf dynamics, the Alpha is the one responsible for the safety of the others.

On a spiritual level: Enid is saying, "I will look out for you, even if you don't ask me to." This isn't about possession; it’s a form of spiritual guardianship. Enid becomes a true Alpha the moment she stops worrying about her own fears and starts focusing on Wednesday’s life. This kind of self-sacrifice is the purest sign of a soul-level connection.

The New Pack: Beyond Species

Perhaps Enid’s own pack won’t just consist of werewolves, but of other outcasts as well. Her pack isn't defined by blood or DNA, but by trust and guardianship. She is redefining what it means to be a wolf in the modern world. For Enid, a "pack member" is someone she can trust completely and someone she is willing to protect at all costs. By building a pack of outcasts—starting with Wednesday—she is creating a sanctuary for those who never fit into their biological families. She isn't just a leader; she is a protector of the misplaced.

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guardianofreaks

Yoko: What do you mean the queen of nightmares doesn't own a pair of these?

Enid: Her aesthetic might be goth but Wednesday is deeply practical, I know she wants a pair but she's thinks their impractical

Yoko: *smirks* I can think of a few practical purposes

Enid: *rolls eyes* I mean outside of a smosh pit or punk bar

Yoko: *hand on her chin* Huh, I guess you could use them there as well

Enid: I just haven't had any luck giving her gifts, since it's her first birthday as my girlfriend, I just want it to be special

Yoko: *puts a hand on Enid's shoulder* I think we can do a bit better than HotTopic, trust me I've got a theydy for this

. . .

Wednesday sitting in the Nightshades Library watching horror movies projected on a screen with friends

Enid: I know I haven't been the best at this in the past but I really think I got it right this time

Wednesday: I'm sure whatever you got me will be more than acceptable

Yoko: *intoxicated* WHOOOOOOO

Wednesday ignores Yoko and unwraps the gift to find an unmarked box inside are a pair of platform clankers with straps all the way up to the knee

Wednesday: They're exquisite I just don't know when I'd wear them

Enid: Well I can show you a practical use

Wednesday not reacting quickly enough

Yoko: *swinging wildly with butterfly knife* ENID LOVES YOU NOW PUT ON THE BOOTS!

Divina: *in calm unaffected voice* Yoko dear take it down a bit, sorry she gets stabby when she's been drinking Absinthe

Enid: Hear I'll help

Enid kneels down and helps Wednesday put the boots on

Enid: They have steel plates in the soles *does up the buckles* and steel toes very practical

Wednesday stands and Enid helps her get her balance as she takes a few steps

Enid: and now we can do this *standing on her tip toes kisses Wednesday* how was that?

Wednesday: I think I need another just to be sure *kisses Enid again*

Squad cheers

Enid: *stepping back* Oh there is one more surprise! Tap them together three times

Wednesday follows the instructions and spring loaded knives shoot protrude from the front

Enid: and once more

Wednesday taps boots together again an two more blades come out of the back

Enid: So? *smiling* what do you think?

Wednesday: *willing herself not to cry*

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Ajax: No harm ever came from reading a book.

Bianca: Try reading heavier books.

Agnes: Try reading the Anarchist Cookbook.

Enid: Try reading yuri around a conservative mom.

Wednesday: K̼̦͇̹͚̇̓̈ͫL͉̫̠̠ͫ̊ͣ̄̚A͕̠͓̻͒̒ͬ͒ͅȀ͔̜͍̣͍̼͕ͅT̠̪̙ͭ́͌͒̄̎U̱̺̦̾̉̓̊̑̂ ͖̠̳̀̀͗̂̉̓B̥̭̖̮͆ͩ̈́ͥ̋A͍̩̞̰͂͒͒̈̍R͉͚͎̼͔͐̑̇͗A̫̦͎͕̹ͪ̈̐ͅḌ̝̹̃̏͂̽̇̚A͉̭̯̼̝ͪ̏̒ͅ ̥̳̹̻͕̥̋́͒Ṋ̣̞̇͒ͩ̽̓ͪI͚̲͇̍̑ͧͭͨͅ—

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barblaz-arts

I'm almost done writing the final chapter for "raven in the den, wolf in the nest". In the meantime, here's one of my favorite scenes from the first chapter. Thank you for all the love and patience for this fic ❤

il9vemyputer

everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her