#little did she know...

[lady-charinette]

I want a scene in Season 5 where the class is playing "What superhero would I be?" & Marinette unintentionally offends Adrien hilariously.

Of course, many desperately want to be guessed as either Ladybug or Chat Noir based on their personality traits...etc, Marinette internally panics at how obvious some of her classmates are by picking their own alter egos for themselves (I.e. Alya as Rena Rouge, Nino as Carapace). Nobody in the class objects when Kim proudly announced he wanted to be King Monkey.

Everyone is deeply immersed in trying to think of what personality traits the newer heroes that were mysteriously caught on camera (*cough* Alya *cough*) could have and what classmate would fit the bill when Marinette zeroes in on Adrien.

"A-Adrien I um, I think I know what amazing herpes- I M-MEAN HERO you would be! Especially since you're loyal and kind!" Alya facepalms in the background, Nino just shakes his head in silent pity.

Adrien is slightly nervous, silently hoping she wouldn't say 'Chat Noir'. "Oh, yeah Marinette? What hero did you have in mind?"

Marinette:"The dog hero!" :)

Adrien: ... >:-(

[seanslaters]

[mercutio-fondly]

Kynda sits down to watch her favourite sitcom: The Pleasant Family.

"The way those twins fight is so disrespectful! I hope my family never turns out like this."

[knight-of-squid]

Ashe sat on top of a table in a room at the deadlock base, wishing she had another pair of fingers to fiddle with. At this moment Ashe was nervous like never before. Not only did she make the women she loved worry, but Ashe herself wasn't doing so hot either.

It had been a while since it happend, the removal of her arm, but it felt like it just happened. She had no medic on base so all the wound had was a couple of bandages on it. It's true that she should've called at least Angela for medical reasons, but this is what Ashe wanted. She had never questioned herself like this before. This was completely new. Her hat was on her lap and her cheeks were red. You could tell she was crying.

Then she heard foot steps and the chatter of the thugs outside of the room and she knew exactly who it was.

{ @satyavaswanispeaks }

[tallgreenlady]

It's really funny - I really do like Sanji One Piece, but I can also say with absolute certainty that he is my least favorite character in the entire thing by virtue of being the character most likely to make my reading experience worse by existing on panel.

[summerfly-blues]

Status for the day: bested by a 1980′s Taiwanese padlock I found😞

[luxcollecting-blog]

12!

hold me.  /  accepting.  /  @slowbladed

A body battered; that she so often plays support behind the front lines doesn’t mean that she can’t defend from the front.  This monster had been more than her party could defend against —— ELRENA HAD ALMOST BEEN…  

Strelitzia couldn’t allow that.

She’s strong, and good with magic, and that made her the best bet of distracting the Heartless and not dying for it.  She’d put herself in the front.  Taken the strikes and kept herself from falling, even if only barely, while the rest of the party hacked away at the creature’s health.  But healing herself and healing others while her own form was beaten and thrown and tossed aside had been a challenge.  Every time she went flying and every bone the Heartless broke has left her aching and bruised.  The child had finished the fight badly beaten and out of magic, exhausted.

She stumbles home and hopes Lauriam isn’t here; she’s wiped most of the blood off of her body, but the wounds that are the source remain, and she hasn’t the strength yet to heal herself properly.  Strelitzia knows that her brother will worry if he sees her like this.  She enters the door to their home, scanning for any sign of him, before shoulders loosen and she breathes out a sigh of relief.  No sight of Lauriam.  The flower girl turns to climb the stairs to her room — but her left leg is injured (  a fracture, she thinks, though not a proper break  ) and it gives out; Strelitzia falls to her knees with a low cry of pain.  As if on cue, a pink head becomes visible from the hallway and the rest of him follows; he’s falling to his knees by her side in an instant, eyes wide and faintly panicked.

“I’m okay, I - I’m okay,” she starts, quickly, before he can say anything.  His hands hover around her body, afraid to touch lest he worsen the hurt.  His fear is palpable, and she feels guilt for being seen like this; she isn’t going to die, so there’s no need to worry.  But he loves her, so of course…

“You’re not — !”

“It’s w - worse than it looks, really, Lauriam.  I promise —”

“Don’t lie to — !”

“Brother!”  It feels like it’s been ages since she’s called him that and not his name.  But it succeeds and making him quiet, if only for a moment; her trembling hands press to either side of his face.  His eyes are swimming with worry and fear and — guilt?  Her heart breaks.  “I’m okay.  Just a little beat up.”

His expression twists and — are his eyes shimmering?  Her hands move, wrapping instead around his shoulders, and pulling her brother close to her in a slow embrace.

“You’re not losing me, Brother,” she promises.  His hands press gently to her back.  They’re shaking, too.  “I’m okay.”

[pisceanbubblefarts]

It’s like 3 AM and I’m ranting again and it’s late and I’m sorry and I didn’t put a click through on this one

I had jury duty a few years ago... like the summer a few months after I turned 18 (but I got that postponed due to vacation and had to do it the next summer)... and one of the things that surprised me about my fellow jurors was how quickly some of them were to completely disregard basically everything one of the witnesses said because like he used improper English. Not that all of our or most Americans’ speaking English is 100% textbook grammar, but it was wild to me. Like, “He’s lying because he said ‘They’re house was empty.’ instead of ‘Their house was empty.’” WHO EVEN HEARS THAT?! It was extremely baffling! EXTREMELY! Then there was someone else who was older who was like “I think dude is guilty because the witnesses said that he’s guilty and they wouldn’t lie under oath.” He was precious. 

I’m so grateful I had that experience though. It really taught me the difference between “innocent” and “not guilty.” They are definitely not the same thing. It is kinda frustrating sitting through a trial and being involved with a trial and not being able to ask questions. As sort of observer of behaviour it was interesting to see how witnesses relay stories when parts are deemed true via the results of previous trials and parts are up for debate. It was also interesting to kinda know what they were trying to convince us of before they got up there. And one of the lawyer dudes kept asking weird questions. Maybe it was to keep some kinda continuity between trials and retellings... idk. As someone who was new to the situation, it was very weird. 

The cop dude was a hunk of a man though... like that kinda muscle bear type and not necessarily competition bodybuilder type... and he had a nice glow about him. I was on cloud like 5 and 3/4 for the first few minutes of the trial. I wish he had come back lol. I didn’t let his fineness sway me though, i swear! Also, as the only person of observable non-European color, it kinda weighed on me that some jurors might think that I would be prejudiced for or against the defendant and I was kinda nervous about how deliberation would go down. Through race or ethnicity and hot daddy cop, I still remained impartial. I did also see the importance of having a more diversified jury. There were a few mothers who brought up some points that I didn’t necessarily think about or give much weight or concern to. Honestly it was an easy case though. We were in and out in a few minutes. 

A+ experience. Would recommend, but I’m kinda weird about experiences like that. Just try to stay occupied when waiting to see if you’re gonna be selected for a trial or not. I passed the time by creating a 3D mental map of my city (which ended up being super useful because I had to trek home one day... enjoyed the walk) and writing sometimes. That whole grammar thing though... it’s still blowing my mind to this day.