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Here’s a random link drop to a fanfic I’ve been very proud of! This is the summary:
Based on the song "When the First Love Ends" by ryo/supercell ft. Hatsune Miku, specifically the Rachie version in English.
Takes place after the events of Ikari Gozen chronologically (includes Kwamibuster, Feast) - do not read if you do not want spoilers.
Gabriel Agreste, a renowned fashion designer in the city of Love, decides to move to Tibet in an unknown series of events. Adrien has already tried to convince him to stay but to no avail, meaning that a new Chat Noir is needed in his leave. Ladybug is concerned about doing her night job with someone new that she doesn't know, and Marinette doesn't know that her beloved Adrien will be leaving as well, in the dark about his true identity.
The story will focus on Marinette’s love for Adrien and everything else in her life, and if you know about the song that I based this around, you can see where this is going.
If you’re still around due to my MCSM work, here’s another fanfic.
I’m not the best at staying active on something, and my streaks on Snapchat know this. Just know I am still drawing MCSM hahaha (My OC Crystal is there ^) My Instagram, albeit random, is much more active so if you wanna follow that would be nice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
DO NOT!!! SCROLL PAST!!! THIS!! REALLY!! WORKS!!
i didnt really believe in things like these but when i saw it on my dash i thought, well, why not, ive really been needing money for the new game i want to buy anyway. and i hit reblog. the next day my mom gave me $100 in CASH and when i asked her why she said that she just felt like increasing my allowance!!i dont know if shes going to keep on giving me $100 allowance so im reblogging again just to make sure
Put your car keys beside your bed at night.
Tell your spouse, your children, your neighbors, your parents, your Dr’s office, the check-out girl at the market, everyone you run across. Put your car keys beside your bed at night.
If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button for your car. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies.
This tip came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you come home for the night and you start to put your keys away, think of this: It’s a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it with the button on the key fob chain. It works if you park in your driveway or garage.
If your car alarm goes off when someone is trying to break into your house, odds are the burglar/rapist won’t stick around. After a few seconds, all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won’t want that. And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way there. This is something that should really be shared with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse crime.
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Sorry for my english but I want to draw something like this a while ago….some ‘popular’ artist are really mean or doen’t appreciate fan-art’s and such
This is not going on the way like ‘they doesn’t want to do an art trade with me’ this is more than that….I had talked to a lot of popular artist and half of them doesn’t even respond and I’m patince…really patience…I try to make new friends with some popular artist but its like they think I want them to draw for me or something….when all I want is their friendship nothing more….I just wanna know them better…I got afraid of talking to other artist because of it. and then we have some artist with a big ego, that they think becuse they are popular they are better than us…I got a lot of message on my @infectionstale Tumblr saying that they love how I treat them…that I treat them like another human been no less than me…
I just wanna say this that…you’re not better than me and I’m not better than you….we are all in the same level…
thanks for reading
-Att Unkown Artist
When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).
I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes.
Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.
Off topic, but very important! I was taught to yell “this is not my mom/dad.” A young kid freaking out in public is likely to be ignored out of embarrassment, but a kid telling you right out that they don’t know who is messing with them? That will turn heads.
“Oh. It’s you.” The male coldly turned away so his back faced the New Order’s leader. “Whatever you have to say to me, I don’t care.” His words left his mouth mechanically as if he had no soul left.
Jesse took a deep breath. She mentally prepared herself for the possible reactions that could ensue from what she was about to say. “What I did to you up there... I don’t care. In some form, you deserved it, Aiden.”
He gave no response.
She continued, looking down at the ground. “You stole our flint and steel, manipulated the leader of a large town and took advantage of their naiveness, used their own materials against them, destroyed the town, and had no regrets about kicking us off the edge which could have killed us.” Blinking, she brought her gaze up to the Blaze Rod whose back was still towards her. “So what I did was nothing compared to what you did.”
Aiden rustled a bit in his spot but made no movement or comment otherwise.
Jesse took a couple steps forward. “When I sent you over, I knew you would live. That’s how I was able to come back and fight you. I knew you would survive. But you should know that I really restrained myself. I was this close-” she put her index and thumb extremely close together- “this close to breaking your arm. And maybe I should have. Maybe it was better I didn’t. Who knows? But what I do know is that you are serving time in jail for your actions which came with serious consequences. So even though you may hate me for sending you over harshly, just know that there is an entire town who hates you for almost everything you’ve done to them.”
The prisoner mumbled something low enough for her to raise her eyebrow.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“I said, I don’t hate you.”
The girl was taken aback by the sudden comment but she thanked him anyway. “That’s cool.”
“I absolutely despise you.”
She furrowed her brow. Well.
“I hope your fangirls and boys learn about your true nature, Jesse, because once they’ve seen it for themselves, they will know that you’re not a hero. You’re not their savior or role model. You’re just another person with another selfish ambition to be the one in power.” He turned his head slightly so that he could make eye contact with her. “You’re just a disappointment to all.”
She gasped, irritated with his behavior towards her. “Well, if I’m so, then you’re not any better! At least I didn’t try what you’ve done! At least I know where not to cross the line! If you think I’m just what you say I am, then you’re going to have to try harder than that! Goodbye, you criminal!” She stormed out the prison, slamming the iron door behind her.
In frustration, she groaned loudly and smashed her fist into an oak tree.
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