Zoe, why aren't you watching the new season? I don't remember you mentioning the reason before. Are you waiting for everyone to leave in order, or is there something in particular?
I'm bored of it.
Same
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Zoe, why aren't you watching the new season? I don't remember you mentioning the reason before. Are you waiting for everyone to leave in order, or is there something in particular?
I'm bored of it.
Same
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I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
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I just like… sometimes boys can be awesome. Sometimes men can be awesome.
They do dumb shit that brings them joy.
I just like… sometimes
boys can be awesome. Sometimes
men can be awesome.
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I’ve been using up a lot of creativity for work, and my brain currently couldn’t come up with stories for my personal art. I really felt like making a comic for fun though. So that I don’t have to think, I redrew an old comic! Hehe. I always liked the idea of Ladybug wondering what kind of person Chat Noir is behind the mask. Old caption to my original Instagram post :
I personally think that Ladybug assumes that Chat Noir’s civilian form is a flirty, sweater-wearing jokester who always gets into trouble with authorities and goes to school on a scooter – not the oblivious, sheltered cinnamon roll that is Adrien Agreste 🐞🐾
I’m new to the fandom so I feel like I might be making jokes that have already been laughed at. But that won’t stop me from experimenting how far their stupidity and communicational skills don’t go.
this is super cute 🥰
I always forget to post this, ever since it hit so many notes but this is my first and hopefully not the last Marinette sugar analysis that hit over 1000 notes and I'm so grateful for the positive attention you give to my Marinette sugar posts. That's why I made the account, to be the change I wanted to see in the world - and now I am. Thank you for also giving me more than 1100 followers, it's so nice to know my effort is appreciated. I should make more stan accounts for all my favourite characters, but I'm already putting a lot of multifandom stuff here so I think we're done. One account is enough 😉. Anyways I just wanted to thank you for the attention you gave this post and my posts in general. Feels good to be famous for Marinette sugar (and memes of course). That was what I was going for. So thank you because whenever I'm stressed when I see salt I get a lot of support for my sugar here so I'm holding on. Marinette deserves this ❤️. Our wonderful baby girl 💕💕💕💕
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see for a moment with ares telling the kids to 'play their cards right' and them only refering to it as the lotus casino (no hotel), I thought they might do something funny where hermes would be like 'I'll help if you can beat me, the god of gamblers, at a game' and percy would reveal he's a crazy good card shark bc he's watched gabe lose play poker so many times, and he wins. but ALAS.
When my partner and I watched the Miraculous movie half of it was us taking turns pausing and going, "so here's the thing -"
thinking about soulmate aus again. imagine adrien in the standard you get your soulmate when you turn 18 universe. but then one day when he’s 17 gabriel is like “oh btw you’re not gonna get one because you’re actually a sentimonster. sry about that i know you were looking forward to it but that’s why i lent the peacock miraculous to my good friend tomoe to make you a kagami” and adrien’s like. there’s so much to unpack there i don’t even know what to be devastated about first.
“if adrien has no soulmate who is marinette’s soulmate?” i’m glad you asked.
marinette gets this symbol
naturally at first she assumes her soulmate is chat noir, but when she asks him he’s like no i don’t have that mark. so then she assumes her soulmate means she is meant to dedicate her life to being the guardian of the miracle box and then die alone!!! so things are going well for her too
Why is this funny to me?????
honestly when it comes to ladynoir i kinda eat up preconceived notions. like whenever Chat tells Ladybug a story about himself, her brain comes up with something oh-so-totally different than if she imagined it for Adrien.
like if he mentions his room? she would NEVER in a million years think of the grandiose room Adrien has in the Agreste house in the context of Chat Noir. her brain would likely come up with a dimly lit, smaller-to-average size room, probably a little messy, absolutely teeming with anime posters on the walls and a desk with a big monitor and a silly gamer chair with cat ears. just absolutely screaming personality.
and when Ladybug lets slip that she works for her parents? Chat Noir, who has been an employee of the Gabriel company for pretty much his entire cognizant life, would never have his go-to guess be his Lady being a baker’s daughter. No, his brain weirdly enough goes straight for her doing office-type work for her parents, even though she’s 14 and this makes literally no sense lol. (but he’s been extorted by his parents for his entire life so is that really shocking)
she’s always imagined he’d have siblings, but has never been able to decide if she thinks he’s the youngest or oldest
he’s always been fairly convinced she’s pretty athletic in her real life, and probably plays some sports competitively
I just love love love the idea of them being so absolutely flabbergasted when they find out bc they had all these ideas in their head they thought were on the right track and end up being beyond incorrect.
Marinette especially has her brain oh so totally shattered bc the mental image of “civilian chat noir” was so absolute in her head that when it comes out to be reserved, clean-cut Adrien she’s just like ?!?!?!?!? blue screen
imagine marinette getting told by friends and family Hey Girl. we think you might have adhd. and they cite symptoms she shows but she accidentally connects them to stuff she started doing after she became ladybug and now shes like OH NO… if i deny this disorder they will suspect my identity… YEAH I TOTALLY HAVE ADHD YOU GUYS!!!! so she thinks she’s keeping it up for her superhero life and nods along to all the tips and tricks for adhd people her loved ones find on the internet. she flashes smiles as they hand her meds that could help and only pretends to take them because she’s Lying About It Right. but then one day at patrol chat noir tells her hey um recently a friend of mine was diagnosed with adhd. have you heard of it? because i think you might have it. and her eye twitches
#he took one look at her strange lucky charms and bizarre complicated akuma plans and connected the dots to the symptom list he saw#‘weird roundabout way of thinking…. going from A to Z in a way only mostly she understands that i only get because of our special love bond’#-> is also neurodivergent#six months later she asks him if he might be autistic (via @literaphobe)
i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you
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