Cat obsessed/ Lover of Marinette Dupain Cheng/Ayn Rand book lover/evidence is at darncatinatorthesecond/https://www.tumblr.com/darncatinator?source=share
Regarding the show Miraculous (specifically) and others like it, shout out to the fanfiction writers. And the fanartists.
But still, I don't understand the need/want to hate/trash/berate on the show in all its entirety.
Forget the flawed writers for a minute.
Just try to appreciate the show more? Like another tumblr or something said, a show doesn't necessarily have to be good to be enjoyable. It feels like some "fans" or whatnot don't know how to enjoy or not enjoy things. Just as they are.
They have to go on Instagram or Twitter or even here and tell other "fans" to band together so they can just rewrite the show altogether. Because the show is that bad right?
People who don't even vibe with the show for real/just plainly don't like it are more respectful and nicer to the writers(that care) and the concept the writers were trying to bring forth than those who post certain types of hot takes and criticisms.
According to Johann Hari (Stolen Focus), people are just more drawn to negativity than positivity. Like they aren't even trying. Maybe that's why some people don't just stop watching.
I'm assuming, but they have that option. Right? To not watch a show that is just so horrible and trash and not worth watching. To move on and divert their energy to something else instead of dedicating hundreds of words to absolutely destroying what some (keyword some) excited people were looking forward to showing the world.
No matter how flawed a lot of the choices are, I'm still grateful to the creators that gave us this in the first place. Thomas Astruc not as much, but thank you. Thank you for giving me Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Thank you for giving me Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe and Adrien Agreste and Chloe and Kagami and Luka and Tom and Sabine and Master Fu and the kwamiis and all of the characters.
I'm really saying, just show more respect.
Turning the channel or switching tabs or scrolling by is nicer than going online and whining and complaining that the writers didn't cater to your every wish. There is a difference between doing redesigns/headcanons/aus/divergents/fanfiction/character analysis/show analysis and being spoiled and what some people are.
If you want Chloe or Kagami or Adrien to be the main character instead of Marinette, write it yourself.
If you want Marinette to die or scream in pain or suffer even more because she's a teenager who messed up, write it yourself.
If you want the show rewritten so that it takes away the basis of who Marinette is, write it yourself.
Or pay for it yourself. Or animate it yourself. Or do what the og creators did but better since you're so superior than them.
A lot of fanfiction authors and fanartists are, according to your arguments.
They take more initiative than your pathetic ten, thirty, fifty word comments.
"character deserved better" (but they were never going to get it that's the stuff great tragedies are made of) vs "character deserved better" (but the writers really blew it)
some people really do need to start reminding themselves that the answer to "why didn't the character just do [something entirely different]" is often simply "because then there wouldn't be a story"
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Days of complete silence have passed, and I'm terrified. I check the campaign link daily, but the amount hasn't changed. Not a single euro. It feels like the world has moved on, but my nephew's pain remains. His surgery is urgent, and so are his medical needs. We're close to closing the gap, but I can't bear this alone anymore. If you have ten or twenty dollars to spare, please help us today. If you don't, your contribution is our only lifeline to reach someone who can help. Please don't ignore someone desperately seeking a lifeline for my orphaned nephew.
We need 700 euros for my nephew's surgery. The operation is in a sensitive area of his body and cannot be delayed. The surgery will determine his future ability to have children, and it must be done as soon as possible while he is still young, before he grows older and suffers greatly, and may also be unable to have children. Please don't leave us alone. Help us! Donate to us!
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and has suffered many traumas in this war. Please don't leave him alone. Donate for his operation. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
Guys, someone donated 15 euros, but we still need 685 euros for my nephew's surgery amidst this genocide. I hope everyone who reads my message will donate. Please don't let us down. 💔
Today I will tell you what happened to me, hoping it will move you to help. I went to the vendor in front of my house—a small stall where he sells things for children. I bought some things for my sick nephew to make him happy, and then I quickly went home. Behind me, the entire area was targeted, and many children were injured, some even killed. I was very close to death; I swear he was only a few meters away. Please, how long will we continue like this? Please donate. I almost died today, and no one would have saved my nephew. Please, we still need 675 euros so we can pay for his operation.
Now, just tell me, if I died or anything bad happened to me, would anyone help my nephew get his surgery? Just tell me. I'm begging you, with a very tired and exhausted heart. I haven't forgotten what happened to my mother and brother. Please, I can't bear any more loss. Please donate here. 💔😭
We still need 600 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please, someone help us. Our goal is small compared to what others might think. We need 24 people. If each person donated 25 euros, I could get my nephew's surgery now. Please don't let us down. Donate. I haven't forgotten what happened yesterday; I almost died. Please save us and donate.
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Look at these pictures. How long will this continue? Yesterday I narrowly escaped death, and today a residential block near my home was targeted, and we miraculously survived again. How long will this silence last? It will kill me and my family. Please help me. Donate to us. Donate to my nephew to save him from death and get him the surgery he needs. I'm afraid if anything happens to me, no one will be able to save my nephew. Please, please donate before we die. Donate! 😭💔
We still need 580 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please donate now! Don't let us down! Please, before anything bad happens to my nephew. Tomorrow is the last day for his surgery. We only have a few hours left and we still haven't reached our goal. Please donate! 😭💔
Guys, we still need 435 euros for my nephew's surgery, and the last appointment is in 18 hours. Please don't let us down. Donate now! I will never forgive anyone who sees this and ignores me. I don't want anything bad to happen to my nephew or for him to miss his surgery. Donate! Donate! 💔😭
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There are only 12 hours left until my nephew's surgery, and I desperately need your help. I'm counting the hours and minutes. I hope you can help me save my nephew's life. Please, please don't let my nephew lose his life. This surgery is crucial for him. Please donate, please donate! Don't let us down! Please donate! 😭💔
Oh my God, time is flying by and we still haven't reached our goal. Please, please, we still need 335 euros so we can get my nephew the surgery. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep, I can't. I just keep thinking about whether I'll be able to get my nephew the surgery or not. Please, I don't want to lose him. Donate, donate! 😭💔
Please donate to save his nephew!!! Anything you can give right now can help!!! Please do what you can to help in this difficult time!! Even if you can’t donate please keep sharing!!!
Unfortunately, we couldn't perform the surgery on my nephew today, and it has been postponed until tomorrow. We still need 300 euros to be able to perform the surgery. Please, my nephew's condition is very serious. Please, please donate. Don't let me down. Please donate, donate! 😭😭💔
Guys, I'm saying it again, my nephew's surgery is in 14 hours, and we desperately need your help. Please, please don't leave me alone. Please save me! Donate, donate! Don't leave me alone in this world suffering from this genocide. Please support me! Please donate, donate!
Oh God, oh God, time is flying by and we still need 280 euros. Please, please stand by me, don't ignore me. Tell me the world still stands by me, helps me survive, and gives me hope despite the genocide we're living through. Please, all I ask is to save my nephew. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
Guys, time is running out! Someone donated 5 euros, and we still need 275 euros for the operation. We only have 10 hours left. Please stand by me. I beg everyone who sees my words to donate, even a little. I want to save my nephew. Please donate, donate! I don't want him to die or anything bad to happen to him. 😭😭💔
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Guys, someone donated 5 euros, but we still need 245 euros. Please, please don't let me down. Donate, please! I don't want to lose hope. Please stand by me to save my nephew. Please, I don't want anything bad to happen to him. Time is running out. Please donate, donate! 😭😭💔
Guys, time is running out! We still need €245 for the operation. We only have 12 hours left. Please help me. I'm begging you all to donate, even a little. I want to save my nephew. Donate, donate! I don't want him to die or be harmed in any way.💔😭
Only 10 hours separate us from saving my nephew for his surgery, or his condition will worsen, and that's what I fear most—that something bad will happen to him. I swear I can't bear it. I can't endure losing another member of my family. Please, please save me! I'm clinging to you and begging you to save my nephew. Please, please donate! 💔😭
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I know the laws of fiction are very tricky things and the laws of long-running fiction like shows or cinematic universes that go on forever or worst of all comic books are even WORSE because you need your villain to maintain narrative tension, and in long-running shit you need to keep escalating that tension, but as a general rule of thumb, just...don't make your heroes or villains too powerful. You don't need...nobody wants to see a killer robot who knows Batman's every weakness dropping him from outer space and Batman SURVIVING, we don't need superheroes who are functionally God fighting ACTUAL GODS, it just...it gets silly.
i want a spidery peter parker in gotham who is competent and very well knows the horrors of the world, having a chat about his home world with batman.
i’m not too well versed in x-men, love em all but i don’t know as much as i’m realizing i want to. sorry if some information is wrong or exaggerated for the purpose of the story.
peter crouches on a rooftop next to batman, idly watching over the city.
it was a quiet night, not too much crime, which is wonderful thing to see, and peter is soaking in the tranquility.
he has been in gotham for almost a year, been living with the waynes for half that time.
when he had first landed himself here after the whole statue of liberty fiasco, he had never imagined he would feel the sort of peace he does right now.
he is eighteen, and feeling free for the first time in his life.
“what has you thinking so much?” the man beside him asks, and peter feels grateful for bruce, so grateful.
“just that i never would have imagined i could feel as free as i do here, now.” he speaks softly, knowing the bat will hear every word. he receives a hum in response, and peter knows its an invitation to continue if he’d like, but also a reprieve to simply keep this silent moment if he wanted to.
peter thinks, for a moment, how different this world is from his own, and while in his heart he will aways belong to his earth, to his family and his city, this one isn’t so bad, either.
“i will always love my old world, you know? it’s where i’m from. where i was raised. where my family’s buried. and i don’t want to compare, but there’s just some things about this world that i thought i’d never have back home.” his heart twinges at the thought of everyone he had ever known, continuing to exist without the knowledge that a place like this existed, but he knew there was nothing to be done about it.
“like what?” bruce asks, because he always asks, because he always cares. it doesn’t matter what might be on peter’s mind, he knows bruce will always listen.
peter thinks hard for a moment, wondering if this is something he wants to share, before deciding that with this man and the family he had built, the family he and the others had so willingly invited him into, there isn’t much he wouldn’t answer if they asked.
“like, you call us metahumans here. i mean, meta literally means transcending, you know? and metahumans? it’s just… back on my world, we’re called mutants.” he pauses, moving to sit on the ledge of the building, looking towards his dangling feet as he thinks.
bruce moves to sit next to him, cape flowing back behind the man as he settles.
“mutants? isn’t that a bit…”
“dehumanizing?” peter snorts bitterly. “yeah, that was the point.” and he stares into the sprawling city, into the lights of buildings and the clouds in the sky, and thinks that people would be much happier if they weren’t so angry all the time. “mutant was actually one of the kinder terms, you know.”
and bruce seems to take a moment with that, ingesting and internalizing it, moving it through his thoughts and memories as he understands just what peter is talking about.
“you weren’t treated well there, were you?” and he sounds sad, resigned, knowing this is a different world, and peter’s own past. nothing he can do from where he is except listen to the young man tell his story.
“actually, i was treated better than most all of us. there were laws and legislation written against us. in a lot of places, we weren’t considered human at all. we didn’t have the same rights, or the same treatment.” peter sighs, thinking about the history rewritten, the people killed. the wars fought.
“and where you lived?”
“where i lived… it wasn’t great, but it was a hell of a lot better than it could’ve been. that being said, it was always better to not be a mutant, if you could.” he breathed out, thinking of his friends, of kurt and ben and even charles, who could have hid but never did. “i was lucky, if you could even call it that. my physical mutations are easy to hide or write off. the spinnerets could be called scars if no one looked to close, the fangs could be a weird genetic thing like some people have. but i had friends with blue fur. rocks for skin. i had friends who could’ve blended in seamlessly, you wouldn’t have looked twice at them, but refused to hide just because it was ‘easier.’”
bruce hummed once again, thinking of his own son, duke, and of peter, young and at the mercy of a people who could take one look at them and think that they didn’t deserve basic human respect.
“it was different for me, because i’m what they call a mutate, not a mutant. i don’t even have the x-gene.”
“the meta-gene?”
“yeah. and like, i know its not great here, for metahumans. there are still trafficking rings, still people who would rather us be wiped out or whatever, but back home, they wouldn’t even make a court case if the victim was a mutant. they said, crime can’t be done against mutants, because they had their powers, so they automatically had the bigger gun.” peter laughed drily, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he turned to look at bruce.
“i remember when i had first gotten my powers, i was so excited, you know? it was so cool, i could lift trucks and stick to walls and heal a paper cut in minutes. then, a week or so later, i woke up to the news that 24 mutants had been killed overnight by some anti-mutant group. men, women, children, were dead, and the news was celebrating. saying that they were the beginning of some kind of cleansing, or something.” these words were spat out in disgust, anger clenching his heart like a vine.
“i remember thinking, no one can know. no one can find out, or that’ll be me.”
bruce puts a steadying hand on peter’s shoulder, and he breathes through the emotions choking him.
“there was almost a war, or maybe there was a war, i’m not sure. they didn’t exactly teach about it in school. this guy, erik lehnsherr, called himself magneto, because he could control magnetic fields, manipulate any metal. he gathered mutants to fight against the government, against the people that were considered ‘human.’ a lot of people died on both sides before magneto and professor xavier decided to make their own country. called it krakoa.” he sagged against bruce’s side, head on his shoulder as he considered his next words.
“a country entirely for metahumans?” bruce asks, bringing an arm around the younger’s shoulders.
“mhmm.” peter nods as best he can. “i visited once, and it was… beautiful. but sad. so sad.” his voice is quiet once again, low and mourning.
“why was it sad?”
“a gilded cage is still a cage, b. whether it’s the closest thing to freedom you can get or not.” he heard bruce take a steadying breath, and continued. “the anti-mutant organizations and some countries, like the united states and britain, made sure it was a cage, up until the day they ensured its destruction.”
they sat in silence for a moment, letting the history sink in, mourning together.
“i had been spider-man for four years before i came here, and even right before i left, a lot of my fights weren’t stopping a mugging or a robbery, it was running away from the people i saved, or a group of em that decided i had too big an ego for a monster.” bruce twitched, sucking in a breath, but peter beat him to it. “that’s just what they said, b. i know it’s not true, but it is to them. the cops even tried to shoot me, every time they saw me. not only because vigilantism is illegal.”
there wasn’t much to say, after that. they sat together silently for a few minutes before peter circled back.
“i just never thought a place like this could exist, you know? i know it’s not perfect. metahumans and non-metahumans don’t live in perfect harmony. but i can have fangs here, and no one mentions it.” he sits up, looking back down at the people walking the streets. “i can exist here, and not feel like if i say or do the wrong thing then everything i’ve worked for will come crumbling down. it’s nice, to sit and breathe in a world that i’m accepted in. i just wish that everyone back home could have that chance, too.”
and bruce just squeezed his shoulders, a silent acknowledgement. presses a kiss to the side of his masked head, and says “you’re always allowed to exist, here. on this world. with us.”
and peter smiles, because it’s true. because he is as safe as a spider-mutant vigilante can get. and it’s just so relieving.
Paralympic dancer Barbara Gordon, who gets to do ballet again and win something for it even after she’s been taken off the field
Olympic sharpshooter Jason Todd, with that relaxed power stance that Vitalina Batsarashkina got famous for and the whole internet started thirsting after in response
Olympic dancer Cassandra Cain, who didn’t say a single word to anyone but her family and occasionally competitors (of any country, speaking any language) the whole time
Olympic skater Tim Drake, because that boy loved skateboarding and I need him to have that again
Olympic gymnast Stephanie Brown, who got a perfect score on her floor routine to the song SLAYYYYY by UPSAHL
Olympic footballer Duke Thomas, whose family in the stands went absolutely batshit (lmao bat pun) insane when he scored on the other team with the sickest goal ever
Olympic fencer Damian Wayne, who has absolutely flawless form and strikes with surgical precision
People here are celebrating Eid al-Adha while I'm struggling in the hospital to save my wife from death, fighting to get her treatment, fighting for her survival.😭
We haven't received any donations for three days. Why are you ignoring me? If anything happens to my wife, I will never forgive anyone who ignored me, didn't help, and didn't share this post.
You have no idea the extent of the pain and the dire circumstances we are enduring. Here, there is daily Israeli bombing, destruction, and the killing of innocent people. Women and children die every day because of Israeli bombing. What is the sin of the children and women who are being killed? This is genocide in every sense of the word.
The pain of loss is unbearable. I lost my mother and older brother in this war. I feel as though I am dying every day. I cannot bear the thought of losing my wife or any other member of my family. Please help me and donate to save my wife. Don't leave me alone.
My wife desperately needs treatment now. We must save her and provide her with the necessary medication. Her condition is worsening day by day due to the lack of treatment.
Time is running out, there's very little left. Please help me save my wife. When I see her in pain, my heart breaks for her, and I'm helpless to do anything. Please, if 3 people donate 50 euros each, I can get her treatment quickly today.
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Today the medication runs out; we must secure a new course of treatment today. My wife's health is deteriorating due to the lack of medication.
Please help me secure treatment for my wife today before it's too late. Please don't leave me alone in this darkness. Please help me; I feel like I'm going to die. I can't bear to see my wife die in front of me. I have a baby who won't stop crying. Please help me, please.
If anything bad happens to me and my wife or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
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Sorry if I'm a bit late buuuut does akumabug gets a new power or something like that,does her powers work differently now that she's akumatised?
Yes! She does get new powers, she can invent new ways to win fights, her miraculous is the power of creation, people seem to underestimate her and say that her powers are just “luck” which in the Paris Special, PROVED them wrong, she can create anything at anytime, and since in my AU she’s Akumatized she’s 10x stronger, it’s just the reverse Chat Blanc episode with Ladybug Akumatized instead. Since her powers are creation she could basically create anything that doesn’t exist, objects that could mess with time, objects that breaks the laws of physics, basically creation. And people seem to ignore this fact. Her new powers or abilities unlocks throughout the comic, I haven’t released Act 5 on Tumblr since there were too many pages. check my TikTok for Act 5 if you’re interested
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