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Kagami looks like she could be Sabine's illegitimate child.
Waiting for the reveal that Kagami and Marinette are cousins or some shit.
Maybe Sabine bailed on her family because they were so damn competitive and she just wanted to bake cookies.

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TBH
Kagami looks like she could be Sabine's illegitimate child.
Waiting for the reveal that Kagami and Marinette are cousins or some shit.
Maybe Sabine bailed on her family because they were so damn competitive and she just wanted to bake cookies.
A chat with my brother and his friends (all of whom were introduced to mlb because of me). I asked my bro to help me with puns for fics a few times and it went to his head a little :P this is now a regular occurence.
Hey guys. So i know a lot of people are eager to read the next chapter of SOM, and I have so many other fics I want to get to. I wanted to be done this fic before January was over, but so much has happened in the past 3 days. My nephew died. The placenta detached before she was dialated enough to get him out, and he died less than an hour after being born. We've made arrangements for the funeral, which will be on the 29th. I'm also moving into my own apartment on Feb 2nd, and thus will be still occupied. I'm beginning a project for my brother and sister-in-law, drawing portraits of the baby. Its going to take time, and I appreciate your patience as I try to pack, draw, write, mourn, and support my family through it all.
Sitting in the waiting room while my nephew is being born. Its around 4:30am and ive been here since around 9pm. Everyone else has napped except me. Even the mother of my nephew has been napping between contractions. I think im actually having a fit of insomnia. Ive had enough spontaneous all-nighters (University life) and late night hospital trips (anxiety-PTSD-depression-BPD-suicidal friend) that my body is just like "whatevs. Who needs sleep? Ill do that later." Was going to go job hunting tomorrow. Guess ill have to cover some dark circles. Ill probably sleep in the car ride home.
Well, i've been trying to write the next chapter, but life has been very busy, prepping for the apartment and all. Not to mention, my depression came back this week and punched me upside the face. I cant get motivated and all i want to do is lay in bed. Not write a letter of resignation, or a cover letter for my next job application, or begin packing and sorting through my room. Not run to the bank to cash a cheque that will help me get the rest of my apartment payment ready. Not do other household chores that havent disappeared just because im moving. Not organize to get a moving truck for my stuff. Ughhhh
I’ve had a really stuffy nose for the past 24 hours, and its sitting in the back of my throat, it alternates between aching and running, and it was just gross and awful...
So i took an allergy pill, hoping it was just an allergic reaction or something.
It wasn’t (as it hasnt gone away yet), but i didn;t realize the meds i took were the drowsy kind.
I cant nap, I sleep for a minimum 2 hours when I nap, and no matter when I wake up from one, I always feel really weird and I hate it. I can’t tell if it’s grogginess or “refreshed”, but I just feel a bit like I’m vibrating (same thing as when I have coffee) and it makes me feel worse than when I fell asleep.
So needless to say I slept from those meds, and now I feel weird and worn out and buzzy and ughhhh
I’m apparently in a very joking mood today, because between the other drabble I wrote earlier and SOM chapter 8, and everything I’ve added today has been jokes.
Just... a little excerpt I just typed up for chapter 8...
“Uh huh. I sure do believe that, yup, one hundred percent.” Alya deadpanned. “Puh-lease. You aren't Ladybug and Chat Noir, my ass.”
“It's the truth!” They lied.
You know you’re doing pretty well for spelling when the only errors your spell check picks up are names and french words, and interrupted dialog.
Just have to edit, and then chapter 3 of Season of Miracles will be up!
I’m looking at about 12 chapters in total, which will be hard for me to have done before Christmas, but I should have it all done by New Years if I can keep at it. Which works for me.