#i guess rossi is also

[beelmons]

BAU men salsa dancing headcanons

Rossi is surprisingly good at it, although his movements are more on the stiff side. He does mostly the basic steps, like an uncle dancing at a wedding. He will spin you once or twice and even pull one of those leaning endings just as a show off.

Hotch is stiff, like, spaghetti before boiling stiff. The first time he dances, it's an awkward mess, although he grasped the steps pretty quickly. The second time, he is just as stiff but with more technique, he probably took a salsa class on the side. Basic steps only, playfully spins you off beat just so he can hug you, has a blast because he sees you have a blast.

Morgan is good, mad good. He will know how to spin you, cha cha cha, drop it and reverse it. He was probably forced to learn when Garcia was too shy to go to a class by herself, and surprise, surprise, he was excellent at it. If you are not careful, he might be even better than you. Can take it slow and simple if that's the mood, he is just happy to shake his but a bit.

Spencer knows the origins, raise, and fall of salsa dancing. He knows the names of all the steps by heart, and even the speed at which his body should move. Little problem? It just doesn't. He stumbles and steps on feet time and again, he won't look up from looking at his feet as he recites what the movements are supposed to look like. When he finally relaxes, he can sort of do it well, it's awkward and very basic, it's more you taking the lead, spinning him, and moving his arms, but it's nonetheless fun. He also has a last although he ended up breathless.

Luke is effortless, my man is latino, so you know he was peer pressured into learning growing up. He sings while he dances and will always take the lead. He prefers the simple, more casual steps, though if he gets lost in the music, he will begin to show off. He definitely smiles the entire time like a good performer, and will even do the 'two at a time' steps if any of the girls join you om the dance floor.

Matt is similar to Rossi, he got some of the steps down, but won't go as far as doing over complicated spins. He is elegant and less stiff, since he is tall, like, very tall, it looks a bit clumsy, but he always enjoys himself when he is dancing. He will, however, get tired pretty quickly, even when he is used to all types of cardio, the dancing just takes too much brain effort.

[uwabbittuwabbit]

PLAY STUPID GAMES WIN STUPID PRIZES

HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO

[an-adhd-infested-nerd]

Me when the YouTube is fun, educational and made by people who deeply care about the topic they talk about

[kari-go]

[a-flaming-idiot]

Types of Lilanette dynamics I find funny:

1. Lila is the biggest fail-loser of a liar while thinking she's the ultimate puppetmaster and Marinette just scoops her up like a cat

2. The brightest ray of sunshine X the evilest little sunflower ever

3. Lila is ready to rule the world but first, she has to figure out how to stop blushing and actually learn to talk to this stupid girl (And maybe even kiss her)

4. Marinette and Lila doing the most beautiful, elaborate, graceful ballroom dance together while wearing awe-inspiring dresses made by Marinette herself. The whole time they're staring into each other's eyes just going "Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!Ihateyou!"

5. Normal powerless girl Marinette was nice to the new girl once and now the vigilante Volpina won't leave her THE FUCK ALONE!!!! (Marichat but make it toxic yuri)

6. Lila's room is covered in sneakily taken photos of Marinette. Marinette spends every day ranting about how much she hates Lila. Both girls have filled notebooks just writing about the other. And Alya is wondering when they're just gonna kiss already.

7. Nooroo is so confused by his new holder who just sits in her room all day, making Akumas with the strict intent of affecting a single girl in her class. Is this some kind of new-age human courting tradition?

[topnotchquark]

I need all of you to look at Vale's Misano 2020 helmet real quick.

Yep. That little blue pill is Viagra. With one pill already missing from the blister pack.

Apparently the "La Doppia" refers to the double header San Marino GP that took place due to the pandemic regulations, and also just a reference to "second rounds" I suppose. Aldo Drudi, Vale's long time collaborator and helmet designer said that the viagra was a reference to how he was an old man at 40 and would need some extra energy for the double race.

Apparently when Vale set the fastest lap during FP3 of the Misano GP, the commentators talked about how he was "riding hard".

Also because he's a cheeky little fuck he posted on his ig about how his Mugello 2021 helmet announcing Francesca's pregnancy with their daughter was a natural progression of the Misano 2020 Viagra helmet. It's stupid but who else would dare to do something like this.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

I Made MORE Princess Bee Fanart:

Sup, I had my wisdom teeth ripped out of my head, which means I had pain and time to kill! That means I made more fanart for a miraculous ladybug AU created by @princess-of-the-corner, because it has gripped it's claws into my brain and will not let go. AU is called Princess Bee.

I made a short, sketchy comic based off these two posts involving Adrien getting akumatized by a Butterfly!Lila and her finding out about the ENTIRE sentikid nonsense through his emotional meltdown. Beware of tonal whiplash.

Explanation of AU under the cut (as well as a little bonus drawing). I did not come up with this idea, go read the Princess Bee tag on @princess-of-the-corner! (and all the other AUs and fics going on over there, they are so cool).

>:) :'). Oh, and I gave Chester a rat's tail braid.

General Explanation of Princess Bee: If I keep making fanart of this, I'll probably just make one solid paragraph and stop rewriting this every single time!

Anyway, sometime before season 5, Chloe gets disowned/emancipated and skips town, where she goes to law school, gets therapy, and eventually has a daughter named Dawn. Shortly after she leaves, an altered version of the S5 finale goes down where a Wish is made that prevents the current Team from using their Miraculous again. Lila, with nobody left to get revenge against, disappears underground to do low-scale cons. Ships sail and children are had. And then everything goes to shit many years later when the Adrienette kids find the miraculous and take them on a joyride that ends out VERY on the news, which causes Lila to resurface. At the same time, Chloe gets dragged back to Paris due to Andre's death and failure to update his will. Now it's up to the Next Gen kids to stop a new Butterfly under their parent's guidance, all while everyone is navigating a complex web of interpersonal relationships!

Bonus: Butterfly!Lila design. Technically, this could be for anything, since Lila is all geared up to be the new main villain and Butterfly holder of Miraculous, but I designed this with Princess Bee in mind, so she's an adult. I based her off a purple empress butterfly, and also could not remember Cornerverse's Butterfly!Lila name for the life of me, so I named her Empress. I don't love the name, but I don't hate it either.

[leoisstillalive]

Lipgloss Smile - uccio salucci/valentino rossi, 2.3k words, explicit

author’s note: hey so. i don’t know why i made this. i had a crazy ass dream and woke up at like 6 in the morning and just decided it was necessary. i will not be posting this on ao3 because. well. what the fuck. i don’t even fucking like uccio.

The two men were lazing on deck chairs on some practice day or other- one of those Summer weekends where Valentino would go to the track, ride a few laps just to say he had, and spend the rest of the day lounging in the sun. 

It also happened to be one of those days where Uccio was feeling a bit agitated. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the four hours of sleep he had gotten the previous night, but he found himself fidgeting in his chair. 

He let his eyes fall upon Valentino, who was perched beside him, splayed out and napping like a reptile on a heated rock. His shirt had come off the moment he peeled out of his leathers, every mile possible of skin on display, even the head of that ridiculous turtle tattoo peeking out from his low-rise shorts. 

He darkened under the sun- Uccio had always been envious of him for that. He could sit outside without protection until the night fell and see no more than a gentle pink glow the next day. Whereas Uccio always took on more of a blistered, shiny, apple-ish hue.

His eyes tracked down his bony friend’s bare torso, noted the pinpricks of sweat that mottled his freckly chest, the sparse hair that tracked down past his belly button, drew wandering eyes tumbling towards the waistband of his underwear…

Uccio cleared his throat, hauled his eyes away, unstuck his sweat-soaked back from the plastic chair. His skin was on fire, hot to the point where it felt cold. He was considering heading into the garage for some shade   when—

“Got a problem there, Uccio?” Valentino broke the man out of his trance with a tautness to his voice verging on laughter.

He hadn’t even noticed the man awaken.

His eyes were slitted in a smile and locked pointedly to the lower half of his friend’s body. Uccio followed his gaze down to where the heat had gathered, and a rather obvious hard-on was tented in his trousers. 

He felt himself blush down to his chest, hoped the sunburn of his skin concealed at least a shade of the embarrassment.

“I—“ He stammered, shuffling to adjust the denim seam around his groin, like maybe moving it would make it disappear, “What the fuck?”

Vale tipped his head back in a cackle, exposing the long line of his throat (which Uccio did not notice), “Was it watching me ride that did it?” 

Uccio grumbled, shifted his feet to be pointing away from the other man, “Probably watching you fall off.”

His friend hissed a gasp and tutted through dying giggles, rubbing a hand absently at the bruise that was probably starting to purple on his back.

“Not funny,” He pouted, still watching Uccio thoughtfully, “It hurt…”

A few minutes went by of Uccio pretending to not notice his friend glaring at the side of his head, counting the number of broken links in the chain fence that divided the pit wall from the track. He glanced down at one point and it was— still there. Probably worse than before. 

What the fuck.

Until finally, with just enough breath to be suggestive, Valentino uttered, “I could help you, if you want.”

He sounded silky as the breeze for such cliché, porno words. 

He was beaming ear-to-ear with that pink mischief that so often painted his ears. It was the same look he had given Uccio years ago when he had decided riding around with a sex doll would be the perfect way to celebrate a win. The same as when he had suggested they take their girlfriends on a double date near their hotel and “see what happens”.

The tone of a bad idea that Uccio was certain to go along with anyway.

“Shut up, no,” Uccio’s face flushed slightly and he pressed his legs together to conceal himself, “I’m not even sure why—“

“Uccio, let me,” The young man was already reaching out with insistent hands, sliding a palm up the thickest part of Uccio’s thigh.

He swallowed hard, tried to ignore the way his skin prickled at the sudden touch, how close the hand was getting to his crotch. He tried to scream at his body that this was his best friend being stupid and not a hot girl wanting to fuck him. It seemed indifferent. Damn.

He did not bat Valentino away, though. Hadn’t done so once in twenty years, was not going to start then.

“Really, Vale,” He worked his hardest at keeping his breath, retaining a mischievous smile as if he recognised that his friend was merely joking, “It’s not funny.”

Valentino did not still his own hand either. Kept it travelling featherlight and confident up towards the crook of his hip, had to shuffle his chair closer to slip his hand down the inside of his leg, edging towards the bulge in his trousers. He grazed it with his fingertips, lifted his hand to rest around his belt buckle.

“I'm not joking,” Valentino brought his other hand to join, eyes flicking up to check on Uccio- who was nigh on hyperventilation, “You’re my best friend, I can do what I want.”

Blood rushed Uccio’s ears, thrumming like the wings of an enormous bird. He could not tear his stare from Valentino’s face, his pupils engorged, eating away at the shimmering blue of his irises, his parted lips crooked up at the corners.

They watched each other for a moment, Uccio simply waiting, head reeling too fast to conjure a single coherent thought other than- okay, fuck, okay, yes, please- while Valentino searched what felt like the depths of his soul. Whatever he found seemed to echo permission, and his hands fumbled with the belt again, taking it apart easily- he had a knack for that.

In what was probably record time, Uccio’s fly was undone and his trousers and pants were dropped down his hips. Little time for foreplay, he supposed, when anybody could come through the garage, round the corner, and spot them sat on their deck chairs by the pit lane, Vale’s hands around Uccio’s cock.

The idea of being caught sent a wicked rush of blood to his brain, dizzying him. He did not want to be- absolutely not- but the idea…

“Nice, eh?” Valentino waggled his brows, smirked down at the swell of muscle. Uccio snapped back to reality with a scoff and an interrupted eye roll.

Within a few seconds, Vale had craned into Uccio’s lap and taken him all the way into his mouth. He was rather average in length, which made it easy to fully sheath himself in Valentino’s mouth, but on the thicker side. He saw the slackening of his friend’s jaw, like a snake as he worked to fit himself around it all. He hollowed his cheeks and pulled up, hauling the blood to the surface of his skin- as if Uccio wasn’t already so hard he could burst.

“Oh— come on,” Every word was laboured, forced out through heaving lungs and trembling lips, interrupted by little squeaks where he could not keep control of his voice, “You’ve seen my dick before. Don’t pretend it’s special n—ow.”

He felt Valentino smile around him, the brief, shocking graze of his teeth around Uccio’s head. The man jerked his hand up from the flimsy, plastic armrest of the chair, reflexively reaching to pull away from a possible bite.

“Ah, don’t bite me—” Vale swirled his tongue around his leaking tip, pressed back down his length with more of a squelch.

“Please,” Uccio added with a whimper.

It suddenly all made sense- why girls swarmed his friend like hungry dogs. Perhaps Valentino had been given a big mouth and that stupid, restless tongue for this exact purpose.

Uccio canted his hips up a little, without meaning to, and caught the back of Valentino’s throat. It was slick and hot for a moment before Valentino made a small, surprised choking noise and pulled off.

He was panting hard, shallow gasps cooling the skin of Uccio’s wet, throbbing dick. He tilted his head to gaze up at his friend with a cocked brow and Uccio’s blood rushed so fast from his brain to his dick that he felt he might pass out.

Valentino looked positively dishevelled. His lips were glazed and swollen, his cheeks dusted red from the effort and the heat, but his eyes— well, they never changed. Hooded, delighted, glimmering from some mysterious light source. All the while, Uccio’s cock rested in his loose fist, growing painful from neglect.

He bore his gaze up at Uccio and the man was certain he could peek through his flesh and read his bones like tea leaves.

Scrutinising and dissecting every jump of his breath, every twitch of his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise—“ Didn’t realise what? That fucking his friend’s throat would make him gag? Liar.

“I didn’t…” He trailed off, moved his mouth in a few unspoken words, lifted a shoulder in a guilty shrug, “Do you still wanna do it?”

Valentino watched him for a moment. Uccio would have crossed his fingers and prayed for a yes if that did not make him feel like a degenerate predator relying on the strange whims of his friend to get off.

Then, a grin like a light switch split on his friend’s face- of course- and he turned back to press a firm, slick kiss to the slit of the dick in his hands. 

Uccio had no time to press his lips together and cancel the whine that sighed from his mouth.

“When do you get paid?” Valentino suddenly mumbled against his skin, causing little vibrations to tremor down to the base of his friend.

And what sort of question was that? Hardly fitting for the context at all. Valentino must have read the wrong rulebook for when you give your closest childhood friend a blow job.

The older man shuddered, spoke through a throat thick with spit because he was not going to let his friend go unanswered while sucking him off, “Next Tuesday. Three— ah, hm, three days.”

He should have thought of something funny, a witty quip to remind Vale that he could keep up with him— was the only one who could. But his thoughts were certainly not as easy to grab hold of anymore, swimming about his skull like cartoon stars.

Valentino hummed, locked his lips around the width of Uccio, ran a flickering tongue along a vein. With one of the hands that braced sideways on Uccio’s thighs, he reached down between the man’s legs and used two fingers to rub at the tight space where his balls still pressed against his trousers. It was a strange sensation, as if Valentino was motioning to search inside of him like he was a girl, only he did not touch his skin. 

It sent waves of pleasure skittering about Uccio’s cock nonetheless, the relief of pressure and absence of contact granting his lower stomach with a flood of warmth- the beginning of a fire.

Uccio was close— maddeningly close with the teasing licks and kisses, and his mind whirled as if he was barely still conscious. His eyes scrunched shut but Vale remained behind them- the picture of his unfazed stare, his come-streaked lips, his long, slender fingers curled around him- wringing him out from base to tip and—

Fuck. Fuckfuck—

“Vale,” Uccio huffed, hand snapping to his friend’s shoulder this time, scrabbling at the soft, tan skin of his neck to pull him off before he-

Valentino simply turned to lay himself on Uccio’s lap, facing him, eyelashes dark and long against his cheek, and Uccio was coming harder than he had in a long time- maybe ever.

Thick ribbons of white glossed the skin of Valentino’s cheek, his ear, his mouth. His breaths came deep and purposeful and Uccio wasn’t even sure what he was thinking anymore.

The world faded back into colour after a few long blinks and gasps for air. His ears ceased their ringing and Valentino was no longer in his lap, but rather reclined in his own chair. The come was gone from his face, his arms settled peacefully on the chair, and he had his eyes shut.

If Uccio didn’t still have his softening cock out, he may have thought it’d been a dream. He cleared his throat, tore his stare away from Valentino’s sharp cheek, buckled himself away into his pants. He didn’t bother with the zip- was shaking a little too hard to worry about it.

“We should go for drinks on Tuesday then,” Came the other man’s voice.

Uccio furrowed his brow, jerked his head back towards him, “Huh?”

“You get paid on Tuesday,” Valentino was using a hand as a visor from the sun so he could meet Uccio’s eyes fully, and it felt like— it felt like grace. He was offering his gaze back to his friend as if nothing had just happened, as if Uccio’s world had not just been bent like very malleable metal to surround Valentino. 

As if he did not know full well that it had.

“So we will go for drinks then?”

Uccio tried to swallowed, found his mouth rather dry. Valentino was practically glowing under the sun, every inch of his skin seeming seraphic, as if there should be a little halo about his buzzed hair. Uccio did not check, but he was certain if the sun was not glaring behind him, there would be.

He nodded, as if Vale’s question was really a question. He would go regardless of whether he’d been paid, regardless of many things. It was a declaration more than anything.

Valentino laughed small- not polite, rather fond. Like he had read Uccio’s mind and was pleased with what he found there.

Uccio tipped his head back and bathed in it.

[hannahhook7744]

Outfit boards for Fabian and Karina the adopted kids of Alice x Pinocchio please ?

Outfit Boards:

(Bonus) Moodboards:

(Bonus) Little Drabble/Story:

Considering that flowers don't have legs, it really shouldn't have been all that surprising that not one but two Wonderland flowers-turned-children walked so poorly that they tripped each other into falling down...up?...through the rabbit hole.

But it still surprised boy-flower and girl flower immensely when they did.

Not as much as it surprised Pinocchio and Alice when two mostly bare, greenish children around two or three appeared in their garden—clinging to one another and tripping as they tried and failed to stand.

Children who wouldn't eat anything other than beans for the first few months after they took them in and children who spoke a strange short of gibberish that only Alice really understood.

But it was a nice surprise in the end, because Alice and Pinocchio's family of four turned into a family of six overnight: and boy-flower and girl-flower turned into Fabian Orlando Collodi-Rossi-Liddell and Karina Gretchen Collodi-Rossi-Liddell.

[doomdoomofdoom]

So like. The Internet does kinda suck about 70% of the time.

But.

There's an ongoing reddit story by a dentist who went to his parents house, and while looking at their new tile floor, he spots a humanoid jaw. Turns out the tile contains a slice of fossilized hominid! With the help of reddit, they get in contact with a bunch of archeologists/paleontologists and they actually manage to remove the tile with the fossil intact.

For now, all we really know about its origins is that it's from a quarry in Turkey, and they're still in the process of dating it and locating the exact quarry. But it's suspected to be a Homo erectus, of which we've only found about 50 (ish?) fossils so far, and the timeline of when they spread out from modern day Africa is still pretty unclear. (Because that was like 2 million years ago. That's. A long time.) That's why finds in Europe and Asia are particularly exciting

And thematically appropriate: Not only is there a tooth fully missing (implying it was removed through very old dentistry), but one of the molars has a fully intact crown! Analyzing teeth can give us insight into diet and lifestyle, for example. But it's also just funny because a dentist found it. (a large amount of hominid fossils are skull or jaw bones simply because they are more durable than other bones or something idk im not an archeologist)

This is really exciting stuff, and thanks to the Internet, we can watch it unfold in basically real time! Sometimes, this place is pretty neat.

[masochistikitty]

okay drawing app didnt quite work out but!! needed traditional practice and wanted to draw a rossi

i imagine this is when shes stealing the gas station sunglasses :] @turntechtestifi3d

[waru-chan8]

I just heard a great take that none of us has considered yet about Lucas move to Honda. If it goes bad (as it will probably happen) he can always return to Vale's team. He has nothing to lose and if goes well he will be credited as the one who took Honda back to his glory.

It's actually a win situation for him

[molliemoo3]

Never thought David Malukas and my nanna would have anything in common, but both have been told to limit their caffeine intake because its negatively impacting their health. My nanna is in her 60s though and David is 22 so that's worrying for Lil Dave. Also my nanna was drinking too much tea, David was a coffee addiction that apparently lead (led???) to actual withdrawal symptoms.

[yolowritter]

A Case of Ladybug Luck Chapter 7

When he finally reached the school, Adrien saw Nino and Alya waiting outside. He slowly approached them, waving hello. Nino beamed a smile when he saw his friend, and they met him halfway.

“Morning dude!”, Nino greeted with a one-armed hug. “What’s up?”

Adrien hugged him back. Alya came up to him for a high five. They both seemed to be a good mood, but he could see the underlying nervousness, the apprehension bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Father actually decided to be nice today!”, he found himself answering excitedly. Nino gave a face of surprise.

“No way! Monsieur Candy Cane, being nice? I won’t believe it till I see it!”, he said in clear jest. Alya did not share the sentiment, and Adrien caught her suppressing a shiver at his father’s mention. He didn’t want to push her into telling him anything, but he also wouldn’t dare ask Father, not when he’d been given freedom for the week! And wasn’t that a weird thing? Freedom for Adrien. He didn’t sit on the thought, turning back to his friends.

“Oh, by the way! I invited Kagami to join us when we’re done. I figured she’d want to be in the loop.”, he told them, and Alya nodded thoughtfully.

She seemed to ponder it for a second, considering…something. “If you’re okay with it, I’m cool too.”, Alya finally said, sounding a little concerned.

Adrien was about to ask what was wrong, but Nino beat him to it. “Babe? What’s up with Kagami?”, he questioned, glancing back at Adrien. Did Nino even know he was friends with her? Had he ever told him?

Alya shook her head, wiping a tear him from her eye. “It’s- It’s nothing, really. I just remembered that, well…Mari and I used to…never mind, it was stupid. Kagami can come with us, I’m okay with it.”, she said absentmindedly, still half-lost in memory.

Nino shot Adrien a sad look, then a pointed one at Alya. She shook her head for no. Really, it was fine! She didn't have any problem with Kagami! She knew that she and Marinette had become firends, her best friend had mentioned it...back when they could still talk without arguing. Adrien decided now was the time. It might be stupid to ask, but after last night…he had to know. “Was Marinette in love with me?”, he found himself asking, voice barely managing to not crack.

Alya whipped her head at him in near total shock, and anger overcame her features. He- Adrien knew? Had he known all along, pretended to be oblivious just so he wouldn't be forced to reject Marinette? So he wouldn't have to deal with it? Alya stiffed for a moment, and memories of her and Marinette, endlessly planning to help the bluenette confess her feelings to the blonde. And yet no matter how much they tried...

It was the day after Operation Secret Garden. Marinette was laying down on her bed, face stuffed into the giant pink cat pillow the was furiously hugging. Alya was sitting next to her, rubbing her shoulder and trying to comfort her friend after yet another failure. Marinette hated that she couldn't talk when Adrien was around. Alya remembered how she would complain and shout, indignified and embarrassed that his mere precense made her nearly lose her mind.

Marinette suddenly let out a sigh, and shook Alya's hand off her shoulder. She turned around to lie on her back, and to look at her friend. "I...Als, I don't know what I'm going to do with him... I love Adrien, and yet every single time I try...", she trailed off. Alya didn't need to hear the next words, she already knew them by heart. "I never do anything right! I'm a failure!", Marinette yelled, tears starting to form in her eyes. They both knew it wasn't true, and yet both couldn't help but be upset at the words. She hated seeing Mari in such pain, crying for the sake of a guy who, as nice and kind as Adrien was, could sometimes be so oblivious that it actually hurt. And right now, it was hurting Marinette. Alya hugged her friend, telling her it would all be okay. That one day Adrien would see her, and that Alya could say "I told you so" right to Marinette's face. 

Now...now he did see her, and yet Marinette would never hear the smug words, would never get the chance to live her dream with the boy who had her heart since the first day they ever met. Alya's eyes met his, and suddenly a tear escaped her, dropping to the pavement below. Before Adrien could so much as blink, she snagged him by the shoulders, shaking him violently. “Are you kidding me?”, she yelled at him, anger etching itself onto her face. Nino jumped in to stop her, and Alya froze, realization washing over her. “I- Adrien, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…do that. It’s just- why would you realize now? Mari and I always tried so many ridiculous plans to help her confess and-”, her voice cracked, breath hitching, words stuck in her throat. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten upset.”, she managed to say. “I just miss her…”, Alya trailed off, hanging her head.

Adrien nodded in understanding, and straightened out his jacket. “Yeah…”, he tried to say. “I- I realized last night. That I was in love with her. And…I didn’t want to assume anything, so I thought to ask you because you would know.”, he went with, not wanting to lie to his friends.

Nino put a hand on his shoulder, and the comforting weight steadied him. Alya shook her head. “Mari would have probably married you on the spot, if you tried to confess.”, she whispered. For a moment, Adrien allowed himself to imagine it. The usual dream of Ladybug, three kids and a hamster, was replaced by Chat Noir and Marinette, sitting in her room like always. A tiny blonde girl jumped up through the trapdoor and hugged his legs. Emma, his little daughter. Named after her grandmother. A flash of Marinette beaming at him, wearing a white dress that made her look radiant popped up in his head. Adrien brought himself back to reality. That…that was nice to think about. Maybe Ladybug would have been his maid of honor!

He didn’t let his face fall, but Nino still gave him a tight hug. He hugged back, and shook his head. Alya hummed, still shooting him an apologetic glance. Adrien nodded in forgiveness, and she smiled at him. “Maybe…maybe there’s something in her room, that will tell us why- …you know.”, she proposed. That had been the original idea, so both boys nodded, and the three began walking towards the bakery.

Adrien couldn’t hide his surprise when he saw who was standing outside. Well, screeching like a banshee high on caffeine, but that was just the usual at this point. Chloe Bourgeois had grabbed a man by the tie, and was violently shaking him, only stopping when his camera fell to the ground and the fedora he was wearing flew off his head, tie ready to follow suit.

“-and I swear to every God that’s ever existed, if you come near here again, I WILL SUE YOU OUT OF FUCKING EXISTENCE!”, she screamed at him, voice pitching high enough to make the bakery’s glass windows vibrate. The man picked up his cracked camera and ran off, pale as a ghost.

[jendoe]

ocs + text posts

was tagged by @gwynbleidd to do this ages ago so... here it is lmfao

throwing a couple tags out to @phillipsgraves, @risingsh0t, @marivenah, @shadowglens, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @indorilnerevarine, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe, and ... if you see this, YOU!!!

[stravagatefaster]

Luciano and Arianna would give their kids some stupid sentimental names, like naming them after Luciano's parents etc.

and then one would be named Cesare just because one time Luciano got drunk and lost a bet