#goose chats

[lesbianpepsi]

sam carpenter x reader - fake texts

summary: we're all deulu for sammy

[thoughts-of-goose]

Today I went to the river to see if my goose friends were there and unfortunately my little domestic breed friends were behind a gate I couldn't enter :( but I did get to hang out with some gentle Canada geese!

They were hesitant but they liked my peas. Bossy geese never let the ducks get any. One brave younger goose came right up to me and gave me a nudge with his bill on my arm and did a strange head vibration thing I've seen San Lang do before he went in for more peas, and a little female did it to me as she passed my open hand full of peas earlier too.

My research says geese might vibrate their heads when they're excited, anxious, or full of rage. I think in San Lang's case, it was excitement, and the young female's was anxiety perhaps. The little gander who did it to me today and nudged me probably was trying to be big and tough and when I didn't react besides continuing to speak softly and offer him peas, he gave up and waddled off haha.

Some might call me brave or stupid for crouching or even sitting in a crowd of Canada geese, but I respect their space and never chase or get in their way, so they generally don't get aggressive with me. They're truly such intelligent and interesting and beautiful creatures and I feel so lucky to be able to get this close!

And honestly even if one did get a little too fussy and bit or chased me (especially with nesting/baby season coming up), I wouldn't be that upset. They're wild creatures who happen to be VERY protective of what's theirs, and they also just happen to unfortunately believe that the 6-10 ft radius around them and whatever is in it is theirs as well. Geese are not evil just for expressing their boundaries in the only way they know how!

[nickle-pickle]

teto drawinf i made but its jst a sketch w colors cs i want3d 2 draw her b4 i go 2 bed

[dungeonsngeese]

he had a hairball

[h-------heh-ggg]

Hes been waiting to use this in arguments

[runawaycatwalker]

Part 30. The Return

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Nathalie scrolls through photos on her tablet.  The pictures of Adrien have all been replaced by a white void.

Nathalie (internally): Aside from a few unprofessional photos, it seems Adrien has been wiped from the record.

Nathalie looks off to the side, frowning in anticipation.

Nathalie (internally): Gabriel won't be pleased.  Any moment, he's going to burst through that door and—

Gabriel bursts open the doors to Nathalie’s room.

Nathalie (internally): Nathalie!

Nathalie (aloud): *sigh* Yes, sir?

Gabriel: I need you to arrange an immediate flight!

Gabriel prances about in dancing delight.

Nathalie: A... flight?

Gabriel: My akuma found Adrien!  And then she immediately lost him, but I have my son's last known location now!  And!  We went near that area when we were all travelling the world!  It'll just be one quick trip to grab him, and he'll be back where he belongs!

Nathalie revolves what she knows around her head before coming to a decision.

Nathalie (internally): So, Adrien is retracing our footsteps?  He knows something about Emile, so is he just looking for answers?  Or is he seeking something we missed that could help her?  Regardless...

Nathalie (aloud): I'm coming with you.

Gabriel waves his hand indignantly.

Gabriel: Absolutely not!  You aren't fit for the expeditions we used to go on anymore!  You can't jeopardize your health traipsing up mountains!

Nathalie looks at him with steely resolve.

Nathalie: It's Adrien.  I'm coming, Gabriel.  You're going to have me there at your back whether you like it or not.

Gabriel adjusts his jacket in defeat.

Gabriel: Fine.  I won't waste any more time arguing with you.  You may come.

Nathalie: Very good, sir.  I'll make the call.

Gabriel looks down at Nathalie appreciatively.

Gabriel: Your loyalty is truly admirable, Nathalie.

Nathalie: ...  I do what I must.

Cut to the rooftop where Chat Noir once prepared a candlelit surprise for Ladybug.  A “Find Adrien” billboard is on display there (the spot where Adrien was once depicted replaced with white void), with all the lights that would illuminate it broken except for the one on the end.  At the dark end of the billboard, Chat Noir sits on the ground, waiting.

A close-up of Ladybug’s feet ‘plop’-ing to the ground.  Chat Noir turns his head to look behind him in excitement.

Chat Noir: M'lady!

Ladybug holds up a warding hand and holds tight to her yo-yo, making Chat stop his attempt to greet her in its tracks.

Ladybug: Stay back.

Chat Noir: M'lady?

Ladybug grips her yo-yo in her hands.

Ladybug: I need to know that you're not some sort of trick.  I need to know you're you.

Chat Noir looks at Ladybug with a need to fulfill her every request.  Ladybug’s head is shown from behind as the free parts of her hair blow in the wind.

Chat Noir: What do you need me to do?

Ladybug: I need you to remember.

Ladybug, eyes still obscured by blowing hair, holds up yo-yo defensively.

Ladybug: What conditions did you give the Celestial Guardian for relinquishing your miraculous?

Chat Noir: Hmm.  I don't remember giving him my conditions.

Ladybug: That's your answer?

Chat Noir holds out his hand invitingly.

Chat Noir: Well, I don't count telling Su-Han to 'come and get it'.  You're the one I gave my conditions to: That if I have to give up my miraculous, I will.  But only if you ask me to.

Ladybug rushes Chat Noir with a hug, throwing his arms around his neck, as he embraces her with a smile.  Images of them together are shown in the background: Ladybug smiling as she hugs Chat and he nestles his face in her hair; Chat holding Ladybug up in the air in front of him as she holds his face in her hands; Chat Noir swinging Ladybug in a circle as she grabs onto him and lets her legs fly outwards around them, Chat smiling as he holds Ladybug close.

Ladybug: That's right, Chat.  And I never asked you to.

Chat Noir: You would have.  I know you've given other heroes exceptions before, but me?  You'd never.  I knew it the moment Mayura recognized me: I'd have to go.

Ladybug and Chat cry in each other’s arms.

Ladybug: But I never even got the chance to say goodbye.  You were just gone and I had no idea if I'd ever see you again. I’ve missed you so much, Chat.

Chat Noir: I’ve missed me too.

Ladybug boops Chat’s nose with a teasing glint in her eye.  Chat gives her a playful grin.

Ladybug: Hold on... did you just say you missed you too?

Chat Noir: Hey, I'm very missable!

Ladybug: Ha!  You dork...

Chat Noir: Always your dork, m'lady.

Ladybug take’s Chat Noir’s hand and pulls him towards the railing, pointing behind herself at Marinette’s balcony.

Chat Noir: But shouldn't we be getting out of the open?

Ladybug: I'm already ahead of you: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is spending the night with a friend, so she’s letting us use her room.

Chat Noir pulls his hand out of Ladybug’s.

Chat Noir: Wait.  What are the odds that Marinette is actually Mayura?

Chat Noir looks away in panic, grabbing at his bell with one hand and touching the back of his neck with the other.

Ladybug: What?  None.  She can't be.

Chat Noir: 'Can't' in that you wouldn’t have expected it of her?  Or 'can't' as in you’ve seen Marinette and Mayura in the same room together?  And there wasn't a chance of it all being an illusion or a fake or—?

Ladybug: Kitty!

Ladybug holds Chat Noir’s hand in front of her (interlocking her fingers in his) and looks directly at the viewer with complete reassurance.

Ladybug: I am 100% paws-itive that Marinette is trustworthy.  Yes, she's not allowed to be a temporary hero anymore.  But she's safe.  I never would have entrusted her with saving our kwamis if I wasn’t absolutely sure she was on our side.

Chat Noir collapses into Ladybug’s arms as she looks at him with concern.

Chat Noir: Thanks for reassuring me.  I never wanted to doubt her.  It’s just... hard to go back to trusting people when I know I'm wrong about somebody.

Ladybug touches Chat’s face and shoulder comfortingly.  He holds onto her arm with both hands and looks into her eyes, comforted by her support.

Ladybug: I'm glad you still know that you can always trust me.  You ready now?

Chat Noir holds up the trapdoor to Marinette’s room, following Ladybug down as she holds his hand with both of hers, smiling up at him.

Chat Noir: After you, m'lady...

Below is the same image as above, only without text:

[jumpscaregoose]

strawberry shortcake

[grey-the-goose-art]

Tangled meets Miraculous????

[lo0cifer]

I come bearing gifts...perhaps ^_^

[l-mint-l]

[lesbianpepsi]

sam carpenter x reader - fake texts

summary: goose is losing her mind

[smallest-clown]

This most recent episode just proves that most issues that arise in dnd could simply be avoided through conversation

Like Jesus Christ the entire time I was just like “JUST TELL THE PRINCESSES THAT YOU WANT TO FIND A DIFFERENT SOLUTION!” God damn

[lady-lilly-gray]

jfc I just realized that both the original series and 100yq have Natsu's brother as the Big Bad

[pollyna]

Goose has this little chair, tall enough to let Bradley stand, so that he can brush is teeth with his dad every night before bed and every morning before starting his day.

(The first time Slider spend the night he wakes up and he's half asleep when he enters the bathroom and he swears his brain just fucking melted because if that isn't the cutest scene in the world he doesn't know what it is. He gets to kiss Goose on his cheek and ruffle Bradley's hair before Bradley points him an orange toothbrush, and in that moment Slider has to suppress the need to hug both of them, then and there, and never let them go.)

[nickle-pickle]

yay

[brionbroadway]

Gerard was rarely the first one awake.

He was making up for lost time, as he told Elody when she’d tease him for sleeping past breakfast. Frogs, he had to learn, do not sleep the way humans do: they remain alert. He quickly learned why that was necessary.  

Gerard missed the deep rest that’s needed for growth from child to adult, a realization that strikes him as he watches Ylfa and Pinocchio sleep on the rooftop. It’s too early, and too frightening, to process that as a revelation about himself, so he doesn’t. He’s just grateful the kids can sleep despite a world that wants them to be alert.  

“Coffee?”

So, he’s still not the first one awake. He turns towards Timothy, who inexplicably hands him a cannister of soot mixed with water. “Why?” is all Gerard is awake enough to say.

“My husband and I always drank coffee together before Jack woke up,” Timothy says. “It’s a nice ritual.”

Gerard does not know how Elody spent her mornings, and he regrets that he never asked her. “That does sound nice.”

“Oh, I just meant—I’m not flirting with you.”

Gerard sighs and turns his attention back to the kids, the day’s memories passing through him with the blurry edges of a dream. “It doesn’t seem real, what they’ve been through. It’s too much for a kid.”

Timothy eyes him. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s good that Ylfa has you. And that Pinocchio has Pib, though I’m not sure he’s the best influence.”

Timothy quiets for a moment, then asks, “Did you have anyone? Other than Elody?”

“Well, Fred. And Fred 2, and Fred 3.”

“Anyone you didn’t watch die in front of you?”

Gerard shakes his head. “Just Elody. But she was enough.”

“But she was a kid, too.”

Timothy’s a writer, and Gerard thinks he must be writing Elody’s story in his mind. He tries to do the same, and the antagonist is obvious. “I suppose it’s not fair to ask a kid to be a hero,” Gerard says, glancing at Ylfa.

Timothy follows his gaze. “For some, maybe it’s destiny. Based on what you’ve told us about Elody, and the image we saw of her, I think she’s more the type to fight destiny to do the right thing. Not a hero, exactly. Just someone who helps.”

Gerard feels a pain in his chest, worse than the glass shard that scarred his body. God, he loves her, but God, he kept her from who she was. “She could’ve done more if she wasn’t so concerned with me. I was just some asshole kid.”

“Gerard, I’ve devoted my life to caring for kids, and they’re all kind of assholes. Don’t feel guilty that someone cared about you. You can feel angry that more people didn’t. You deserved better, and I’m sorry you didn’t get it. I’m sorry if I’m the first person who’s told you that.”

It’s so, so early, and Gerard has missed so much rest. Maybe it’s impossible for him to make up for lost time.

“What do I do with that?” he asks. Something cracks his voice: anger or sadness, he’s not sure it matters which. 

“I don’t really know,” Timothy admits. “I think you’re doing what you can with Ylfa and Pinocchio. I think you understand them in a way Pib and I can’t. We can’t stop horrors from happening to them, but it matters that you care when they do.”

Gerard nods: that much, he can do.