katergator84 replied to your post “Today I wondered what Jonathan Taylor Thomas, the voice of young...”
I had the BIGGEST crush on him back in the day. Like JTT was my main heartthrob. And then yeah, he sort of drifted out of the limelight and haven't seen much of him since. He appeared in one episode of Smallville in the 00s and that was it. Maybe he produces behind the scenes or something?
Maybe. Or maybe he was like fame is BS and is living a simple life?
Hehe, ‘cause I know we confused a lot of people, especially new followers.
@katergator84 is my internet wife. She’s got the same icon as me, except hers is tilted. This is because she drew it.
I have the full picture sitting on my desk which I stare at every day and think of her. I’ve had it sitting there for... god, ten years now, Kater? I can’t remember. It’s a watercolour she did of us a long time ago, she’s the butterfly, I’m the orchid, so it was kinda fitting.
Kater rarely posts on tumblr and we very rarely have the back and forth in public like we did (and ONLY because she was looking for back up, I’m looking at you Moon).
So, yeah.
She didn’t steal my icon. I’m not talking to myself (much). Sorry for the confusion ^_^
@katergator84 is my very best friend. Life and kids keep us busy and are timetables don’t match up much anymore (she’s not as much of a night owl with kiddo), but we chat as much as we can.
And peddle smut.
And gush over anime characters.
And… yup, still friends.
We have matching icons, if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
I know a lot of you have been looking forward to reading the third part of the Tendencies series, but Kry ain't actually going to publish Quiver. She’s just going to send it to @katergator84 @pinkuchama and I.
Author’s Note: I will not bare any responsibility for this. At all. @katergator84 and @pinkuchama made me do. I was quite happy having a lie in in bed this morning and I got hit with this dare.
Based on this thing. <--- so don’t blame me.
And I will now remove myself from the fandom.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
The thing
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“Umm… I have—”
Frantic, Ladybug waved her hands at him. “No! You shut up, Chat Noir.” She poked him in the chest, hard. “This is your doing!”
“How? You’re the one who called it in.” The blasted cat had the gall to look scandalised. “What have you been thinking about, my lady?”
Ladybug went as red as her suit. “Nothing! Shut up!” Covering half her face with her hand, she peeked out her remaining eye at the… object… lying in the palm of her other. “Okay. Right. So. I wouldn’t have this if it wasn’t useful.”
“Like I said, I have an—”
She glowered at him. “I will never pat you again if you finish that sentence.”
Eyes wide, Chat Noir mimed zipping up his lips and throwing away the key.
Curling her hand into a fist, Ladybug bumped it against her forehead. “Think, think.” She glanced around, trying to figure out how it could be used, but the only thing showing up in red and spots was Chat Noir.
“Nope. Nope. Nope.”
Chat Noir raised a finger at her.
“Nope.”
He lowered his finger.
Stamping her foot in frustration, she screeched, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Come on, Marinette, I’ve given you everything you need, Tikki whispered.
Eyes as wide as they could go, Ladybug glanced at Chat Noir again, only to have him flash red and spots. Haughty, she tossed the small packet to him. “Here. This must be yours then.”
Chat Noir, who had automatically cupped his hands to catch it, blanched. “What am I supposed to do with it?”
“You’re the boy!” she scolded. “Do the boy thing!”
“What?!” Chat Noir shrilled. “I am so not doing—”
The akuma, Marinette. Use it on—
“I am not using it on the akuma!”
Cat Noir’s face went ashen. “Well, I’m not using it on the akuma either!”
“You have to!” Ladybug said, suddenly gleeful. “You touched it last.”
He held out his hands. “Take it back.”
“Nope.”
Picking up the offending object with his index claw and thumb, he held it out to her. “Please?”
She danced away from him. “Nope.”
He gave chase. “That’s not fair, I didn’t sign up for this!”
She bolted. “Get that thing away from me!”
“Ladybug! Please!”
“Chat! Go away!”
“I don’t know what to do with this!”
“I’m not teaching you!”
“You know?!”
“Cucumber. Last year. My parents made me.”
“You’ve used this on a cucumber?!”
That’s how the akuma found them; Chat Noir chasing Ladybug across the rooftops, carrying a condom between his fingers and pleading with her while Ladybug hightailed it away as fast as she could. It proceeded to curl up in a ball and laughed until the akuma butterfly released itself in sheer frustration.
Somewhere in Paris, Hawkmoth face-palmed, complained about kids and gave up for the day. He needed a stiff drink and no Miraculous could cure the image burned into his head.
Elsewhere in Paris, Alya wrote a Ladyblog post about practicing safe sex and to follow the example of Paris’ heroes.