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beckettsthoughts · 7 years ago

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i looove all of the botanical asks so id really appreciate if youd answer all of them!! (or all of them that you like)

This is amazing thank you so much! Anon you are wonderful

Baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with:

Crows, strong friendships, sunglasses, shortwave radios, and laughter.

Bleeding heart: What makes you heart go mushy?

@skyward-sheik, in all honesty. All of my friends have the unique ability to melt me into a puddle of warmth and happiness, but Sheik of course holds the true key to my heart.

Bell flower: What’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy?

The Last Of The Real Ones, by Fall Out Boy

Evening primrose: What’s your sleeping playlist (Give me 5 songs)?

You know what, I’m honestly just going to give you my whole sleep playlist:

Paris, by The 1975

Those Days Are Gone & My Heart Is Breaking, by Barton Carroll

Fools Rush In, by Eliza Rickman

Stage 4 Fear of Trying, by Frnkiero And The Cellabration

Drugstore Perfume, by Gerard Way

Monkey 23, by The Kills

Rut, by The Killers

I Lied, by Electric Century

Mad Sounds, by the Artic Monkeys

Everyday, by Puggy

Sober, by Broods

Weird Honey, by Elvis Depressedly

Golden Age, by KT Tunstall

New World Towers, by Blur

Coming Down, by Halsey

Time Spent In Los Angeles, by Dawes

Killing You, by Broods

N.M.S.S, by Elvis Depressedly

Busted and Blue, by Gorillaz

Hiding Tonight, by Alex Turner

Barcelona, by George Ezra

Mad at Nothing, by Patrick Stump

Daffodil: What is one plant that you want to have but can never get?

Oh god, I’d love to have so many. More than anything, though, I’d love to have a garden big enough to have a willow tree. If I had that, I would be so incredibly, serenely happy.

Calla lily: Are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening person?

Here, I’m a sunny day person. I don’t like leaving my flat in the rain, because it’s so hard to get back up the hill when it’s damp. I don’t like the sun so much, but I do appreciate the warmth it brings when I’m walking out and about. At home, though, I adore the rain and I love to spend stormy evenings sitting out in the conservatory so I can hear it against the roof.

Lavender: What is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have?

I’ve always said that in another life I’d want to be a famous singer. I made my peace with that goal a long, long time ago though. In another sense, I’d love for so many things to be different about my body. I want skinnier hips, I want nicer skin, I want a flatter chest, I want a better voice, I want a stronger heart. None of these things are changeable, but they do still haunt me. It’s hard to think about, and most days I can ignore each of them. Some days I don’t want to leave my flat because of it, but I’m trying my best to make peace with these issues as well.

Love in a mist: What is the latest dream that you remember?

Oh, not very recent. I very rarely remember my dreams, and it’s only ever the frightening ones that I can recall. The most recent, then, was actually a strange dream I had back in June. The fourteenth, to be precise. It was the day of the Grenfell Tower fire, the day of my A Level sociology exam, and I fell asleep early in the morning in my mother’s room with the news playing on the television. I won’t go into too much detail because it’s hard to explain and it’s nonsensical in that subconscious way dreams are, my brain making shortcuts and connections that shouldn’t be there. I was in a strange holiday apartment in a row of terraced white buildings, each having different colours accents and trims on the wall. My family disappeared, I couldn’t contact them, and I went to my friend in the next cottage only to find him, his mother and two foreign strangers who were clearly in distress. We tried to comfort them, spent hours with them, and slowly they calmed. My heart absolutely wrenched for them, these two strangers. I think they’d lost their families, they were running from some awful disaster, and the terror of the situation hung heavy in the air. My friend’s mother had left a while back, and then he had left as well, leaving me alone with them. Eventually, they left too. I stayed, watching the disaster on the news, until I noticed some strangers in official-looking suits inspecting each house. They were unfamiliar, detached, inherently alarming. I quickly pulled the blinds. I stayed there, in my friend’s holiday apartment, for almost two more hours. In the end, I braved the strange officials and headed outside, only to find the families of other residents, almost entirely my friends and their relatives, gathered outside and staring at this great, dark, thundering cloud that was fast descending towards us.

That’s when I woke up. I’ll be happy if I don’t remember another dream for a long, long time.

Daisy: What is your favourite flavour of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice?

My favourite flavour of ice is chocolate, although I also love caramel ice cream. My favourite type of juice is apple juice, I don’t have a strong preference between pressed or concentrate. Actually, one unpopular opinion I seem to have is that I genuinely hate orange juice? Like, I honestly can’t stand it. This tends to surprise people, for some reason.

And my favourite flavour of candy floss, is well, candy floss? I didn’t know it came in other flavours.

Painter’s palette: Are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist?

Singer, for sure.

That said, I’ve tried at my hand at all of those practises throughout my life. I took dance classes several times a week from the age of three, in ballet and tap primarily but there were times when I took modern and street dance as well. Tap was my favourite by far. I quit ballet when I was about eleven, but I didn’t quit tap until I was about fourteen. In terms of painting, I took art GCSE. While painting is by far one of my least favourite art media, naturally I’ve painted quite a lot over the years. Sometimes I even enjoy it, but only if I’m working with acrylics. And in terms of being an instrumentalist, it’s undeniable that I am, by definition, one of them. I play violin, have done since the age of seven, and I also play the ukulele and marching bell. However, I am not a very good instrumentalist, hence why I chose singer. Singing is my most natural talent out of all of these, and it’s the one I enjoy the most.

Waxflower: Are you a bee or a butterfly person? A dog or a cat person?

I am a butterfly person, I used to have a strong fear of any insect that could sting me. These days I try and accept bees for their hard-working selves, but nobody could ever make me like wasps.

And, uh, I’m definitely a dog person. Even though I used to be scared of both dogs and cats, dogs win out on the basis that I’m not allergic to them. You know what, I’d love to have a borzoi some day. If I wasn’t allergic to cats I’d get an oriental shorthair, though. If you were wondering why I’m no longer scared of dogs, the answer to that question is Maya. She’s an adorable, tiny border collie cross who belongs to my amazing partner @skyward-sheik. She’s too cute to be afraid of, so I got over that fear pretty quickly after I started spending more time at his house.

Sugarbush: Do you have sweet tooth? If yes, what’s your favourite sweets? if no, why?

Uh, yeah, you could say. I’m kind of a dessert fiend.

Right now my favourite sweets are M&Ms, but Maynard’s Wine Gums, Rowntree’s Fruit Pastilles, Cadbury’s Eclairs and Barratt’s Dolly Mixture.

Sunflower: Would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?

I’d give my heart to be a sweet little woodland pouque.

Sweet pea: What would you like to call your significant other?

Well, that’s actually a really interesting question. I haven’t talked with him about specific terminology in this regard. He’s my queerplatonic partner, which is actually really difficult to explain in shorthand, but ‘partner’ is the best abbreviation I can find. Obviously QPP works, but that acronym isn’t exactly widely known.

Sea lavender: Can you swim? Which strokes can you do?

I can indeed swim! I grew up on an island and a mere two minute’s walk from the beach, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d learnt to doggy paddle before I could steadily walk. I took swimming lessons throughout my early childhood, too, both in school and extracurricular. Somewhere in a box at home is a whole pile of badges for achieving my 10m, 50m, 100m, 200m, 500m, etc. I enjoy swimming front crawl the most, and though I dislike them I can also swim backstroke, breaststroke and butterfly.

I don’t get the chance to swim much anymore, though. The sea, though beneficial in the long run, is too painful for my skin to justify that minimal long-term improvement. Most chlorinated pools, while less painful in the moment, leave my skin flared, red and raised for several days after using them. There’s one leisure centre at home I can use without suffering too much ill-effect but I haven’t been there to swim in well over five years. Maybe sometime over the summer I’ll go there with my friends.

Windflower: List 5 of your favourite blogs and explain why you like them

@skyward-sheik, of course. He’s my favourite person, so of course his is my favourite blog. He reblogs a lot of cute and funny posts about video games and other things he likes, which of course makes me really happy. He also reblogs quite a lot about mental health and neurodivergence, and given you follow me you’re probably into that too.

@shark-myths, my queer writer icon, campaigner for the power of LGBT+ friendships and girls’ solidarity. Fellow Fall Out Boy deep lore analyst and encourager in the realms of both lifestyle and arts, K’s is a blog I would highly recommend. K as a person I would highly recommend, actually, and those qualities clearly translate across social media.

@honoraryplantking is a mutual of mine and a blog I love to scroll through. He’s an absolute sweetie and we have a lot of common interests between us. His blog is just a nice and positive place to be, so if you’re ever in need of a pick-me-up I’d recommend checking him out.

@strangerdarkerbetter is a fantastic neurodivergence and chronic illness activist and general person of good will. I first found Sabrina’s blog back when I was first diagnosed as autistic and they’ve been an awesome mutual and point of reference for me ever since.

I actually can’t think of a fifth that really stands out to me. Many of the blogs I check a lot are mutuals of mine, which I like because I find them relatable, I have a similar sense of humour and I like them as people. Other than those, of which there are quite a few, there’s nobody else off the top of my head who stands out as an absolute favourite.

Golden rod: Are you more of a baker or a cook?

Definitely a baker. I’m a really awful cook, executive dysfunction absolutely wrecks me as soon as I’m placed in a kitchen with nothing more than a vague recipe, but I have a lot more experience with baking and while I’m still bad at it, I can at least make a passable cake. I also way prefer desserts to making savoury meals, so that totally works in my favour.

Bloom: What is something that you would like to tell your children?

While I feel the need to clarify that I don’t actually want children, I’d probably tell them about my friends, how I met them and became close to them and how they impacted my life and wellbeing. I just think that, for a kid, it’s important to know that the friends you make in school might not be your forever friends, might not be close enough to consider family. You might be seventeen, twenty-five, you might be thirty or forty before you find them. They’re out there, I promise.

Peony: What is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you?

Honestly, I wish I’d been told more about my family. I grew up knowing nothing about an entire half of my family. I didn’t know a damn thing about my paternal family until I was about twelve or thirteen, and even now I know hardly anything about them. Not that I don’t appreciate my family’s reasons from hiding this from me, whatever they may be, but it’s hard not to feel like I was cheated out of a potentially huge part of my life and heritage. It was nothing out of the ordinary to have divorced parents, and many of my friends growing up lived in single parent families, but I was always the kid who had never even met my dad, had barely even heard his name. I didn’t even know my parents were married until I found the wedding album. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why my paternal family was effectively kept a secret from me all this time, I don’t know why I was deprived of the chance to know a whole half of my family, not just my father but my grandparents, my half-siblings, my aunts and uncles and cousins.

Sorry, I actually got really emotional right then. This is one of the few topics that can always bring me to tears and I can’t lie and say I’m not bitter about it. Even to know that they existed would have been better than growing up with no knowledge at all. I’m sorry, I really don’t think I can talk about this any more.

Prairie gentian: Do you have a significant other?

I do! The ever-wonderful @skyward-sheik is my queerplatonic partner and soulmate. It’s only sixteen days until I get to go home and see him again

September flower: Are you more of a sunshine or sunset person?

Sunset. Growing up on the west coast of a small island meant I’ve always been able to appreciate beautiful ocean sunsets, and I wouldn’t trade those sights for all the tea in China.

Bird of paradise: Do you wake up early? Do you sleep early?

No, I’m pretty awful at both. I have a sleep disorder, Delayed Sleep Phase Disorder, which goes a long way to explaining why I have this problem. I actually sleep for a perfectly normal amount of time if left to my own devices, but my circadian rhythm is just a few hours off what is considered ‘normal’. I naturally fall asleep at about two in the morning, and no medications or lifestyle techniques I’ve tried have ever been able to fix this. Once I learnt more about it my family and I have learnt to work with it rather than against it, and thankfully my new university schedule really helps. I only have to wake up early one day out of the week in this current semester, which has meant that I’ve been properly rested and functioning for the first time in my life. When I was a toddler I had split sleeping and then I’ve been in school ever since with an nine o’clock start, so you can imagine how exhausted I was a lot of the time. Being able to sleep properly has been a revelation.

Marigold: What’s your favourite tea?

I don’t drink hot tea, but I tried iced tea for the first time last week and it was really nice! I went with my friends to a comic book-themed pie cafe called Piecaramba because one of my friends said they did really good iced tea. I took her up on her recommendation and ordered a glass of peach iced tea. I’m really anxious about trying new food and drinks so I was nervous, but it ended up being really nice. So I guess peach iced tea is my favourite type of tea, now.

Peruvian lily: What are the names of your pets?

As much as I would love them, I don’t actually have any pets. Though she passed away earlier, I had a beautiful little canary named Abi for a good eight years. I was already in a really rough spot at the time and losing my sweet little songbird made everything so much harder, not to mention an old bully of mine was mocking me about it online later that day. I think that might have been the same day I decided to start a new blog to get away from him, actually, because that really was the last straw. I don’t know what I would name any future pets and I certainly won’t be getting any in the near future, but I would love another pet someday.

Hyacinth: Do you name your plants?

I do! In fact, I have a whole page detailing my plant collection and their names, where applicable.

Lilac: Would you rather sleep and be cosy or hang out with your friends?

Can I not sleep and be cosy in the company of my friends? I think we both know that that’s the superior answer here.

Poppy: Do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?

Dry fries are kind of disgusting, so I always dip them in ketchup.

Fun fact: a good friend of mine developed a habit in his teens of mixing together mayonnaise and tomato ketchup to create a kind of makeshift, poor man’s Marie Rose sauce so that he could dip his chips in it. That boy is either a genius or a madman.

Dandelion: Any special talent that you have?

I guess some of hobbies count, and my writing? People say I have a natural talent for writing, which I really appreciate. Those kind of comments are a wonder for my self-esteem.

#b replies #long post #ask meme #thank u anon!!!!!!!

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itslulu42 · 8 years ago

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Dearly Beloved

I had no intentions of writing anything for Miraculous Ladybug, but I made the mistake of going to the grocery store after reading all those Teacher AU asks. By the time I returned home, I had bread, ice cream, and this entire idea mapped out in my head.

So here’s 1500 words of Miraculous Ladybug, Teacher AU style

@geek-fashionista

Edit: I had to delete the first version because I could only see it half the time. Whatevs, tumblr

Dearly Beloved

"Girl, I am telling you. This production is going to change your world!" Alya pounded her fist on the lunch table. It gave a wobble, spilling coffee from her overfilled mug.

Marinette frowned. "I don’t understand why you won’t let me help you with it. I should, at least, design the costumes for the school play."

Alya smiled at her best friend. "Don't worry about it. We already have the wardrobe taken care of. Speaking of wardrobe, do you mind if I borrow your red shirt? You know, the one with the polka dots?"

"Yeah, sure." Marinette narrowed her eyes. "You have to remember to return it to me though, it's my favorite blouse."

"I know," Alya raised the coffee cup to her lips and took a large drink. "Now, back to what I was asking. Do you promise to stay away from the theater room?"

Marinette raised her right hand and placed her left hand on her heart. "I promise that I, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will leave the world-changing Spring Play in the loving care of my best friend."

"Atta, girl."

"So, do you know what this play is about?" Adrien asked on opening night. Nino had managed to extract the same promise from Adrien, leaving the pair of them as oblivious as the other audience members. "Every time I ask someone, I get a different answer."

"You too? I swear, I asked Manon and she said it was about the greatest love story known to man. Then, Lucas got in an argument with her and said it was about the end of the world." Marinette sighed. They maneuvered around the crowd of parents, and walked towards some seats in the front. “I’m so glad this is going to be over tonight. It’s hard to teach when everyone is distracted by the preparations. I think I broke up three disagreements this week.”

Adrien took a look at the flier in his hand. "The play is called, ‘Fifteen Years.’ I don't think I can guess the plot with a generic title like that. I can't wait to see how this is going to turn out. The entire class has been working on it so hard." He held out his left arm to usher Marinette into her seat.

"I know. I’ve barely talked to Alya since this started. She spent all of her free time emailing the students to make certain everything is going to be perfect." Marinette leaned close to Adrien when he sat down, and took the opportunity to take a deep breath of his cologne. "I'm so proud of them.”

“Me too.” Adrien flashed her devastating smile.

Marinette felt her insides grow warm and a grin danced on her lips. It promptly died when Marinette saw Manon’s smug face looking at the two of them. Marinette cared for Manon, she really did. But in the past year, Manon had become so meddlesome. Marinette was certain Manon was to blame for the one grey hair.

Manon crossed the stage to the microphone in front. “Is everyone ready for the play to get started?”

The audience applauded, but they were nearly drowned out by the cheering of the students backstage.

“My name is Manon Chamack. This is a collaborative effort from our class. It is something that we feel very passionate about, and we hope you enjoy our efforts. Especially, two of you."

The lights for the theater dimmed and Nino cued the music. It was a simple, lighthearted melody. The stage lit up, and Marinette felt her heart stop when she saw her student Pauline resting on a pink chaise lounge. In fact, the entire stage was a replica of Marinette’s room as a teenager: pink walls, a loft, and—Oh no!

No No No No No

There were pictures! Terrible, horrible pictures printed from the internet of Adrien back when he was modeling for his father. Marinette knew most of the audience wouldn’t be able to tell from this far back, but Marinette had spent weeks of her life staring at those ads. This play was about her!

Marinette was going to kill Manon.

The melody swelled and Marinette felt her eye twitch as Pauline burst out in song. Fifteen Years was musical, and there was no one better to sing than Jagged Stone’s niece. Pauline was a terrific actress, adding in dramatic sighs, and belting out an amazing tune about a mishandled voicemail. Marinette was mortified.

Adrien, to her right, was completely unaffected by her misery, going so far as to clap along with song when prompted.

"This song is great,” he said as he nudged Marinette with his elbow, “Nino told me Pauline came up with the whole thing by herself. I swear she is going to end up topping the charts like her uncle."

Marinette couldn’t do anything besides nod; her teeth were clenched tight so she could keep her dinner in her stomach.

She sighed in relief when the song ended, and loosened the death grip on her thighs. If the song had gone on any longer than she would have to breathe in a paper bag. It was horrifying, but at least Pauline hadn't mentioned her by name. Manon and Alya were the only people who would know the song was about her. The lights dimmed as the stage was set for a new scene.

A student by the name of Ella walked across the stage, dressed in black to blend in with the background. She carried something in her hand. Wait, why was her red shirt attached to a mop?

"No," Adrien whispered, “Nino, you wouldn’t have…”

"Bonjour, my name is Mopinette!" Ella said. “I am looking for a man with a good sense of humor. A man who can laugh. A man... who loves puns.”

Adrien let out a whimper like a wounded animal. That was when Marinette realized that she wasn't the only victim for this evening. Sympathetic to his current plight, Marinette gave Adrien a very friend-like pat on his shoulder. Marinette’s relief was short lived because five minutes later, Lucas rolled Adriequin out.

Marinette was going to kill Alya.

The play lasted for an agonizing ninety minutes. By the time it was over, Marinette was certain she had melted into a puddle on the floor. Adrien was in the same boat, though. Every now and then a faint noise of misery would leave him, and Marinette was torn on what to do. Should she ask him what was wrong or squeeze the life out of him?

Tonight was clearly the last time Marinette would ever see him; she was certain Adrien was going to the train station, straight from the theater, to buy the first ticket available to Lyon. He would live near his father for the rest of his life, leaving Marinette to die alone with only the memory of his mannequin.

She also wondered where the class ended up with all these ridiculous ideas. After all, it wasn't as if Adrien Agreste walked around with a mop to practice asking her out.

Right?

Right.

The worst part of the play? The production was amazing. The songs were catchy, the plot was good, and the timing was just right. The play's last act, much to Marinette's embarrassment, was a marriage between Mopinette and Adriequin. Every student was seated in the wedding party, and Nino officiated.

Marinette added him to her kill list.

The curtain lowered and for one, long, wonderful, moment, Marinette had peace. Then the crowd around her stood up and erupted in applause. Amid the clapping, she heard them speak.

"Did you understand that?"

"Why did the mannequin love the mop?"

"The songs were amazing, but it was rather...odd"

“It’s still not as odd as a super-villain who controls pigeons.”

Marinette and Adrien were the only ones in the crowd who weren’t standing. Marinette’s legs fell like chocolate eclairs, and she was certain any attempts at coordination would be complete failures. She could see Adrien resting his forehead in his hands in her peripheral vision. Marinette was too nervous to look at him properly, terrified of making accidental eye contact.

“Marinette?”

“Yes?” she squeaked. Marinette had given up all hope of dignity, and was pleased she was able to respond at all. She gathered her wits to face Adrien, and was relived to see he looked as flustered as she felt.

“Since I don’t have a best friend anymore, would you like to get a drink with me? Soon. Maybe now?”

“I would love to.” Marinette needed to be far away from the theater. It was one thing to be teased by Alya, but the entire school? And now their parents knew? What if they thought a relationship between teachers was a terrible idea? What if they banned Marinette from speaking to Adrien at all?

Oh yes, alcohol sounded like a great idea.

Marinette and Adrien stood up from their seats and headed for the exits together. Manon caught sight of them leaving through the doors and ran around to tell the entire production. The class burst into applause, and Alya documented the momentous occasion on her phone, tears rolling down her face.

Their joy was short lived. When Monday rolled around, the class found out Marinette and Adrien still weren’t together.

*End*

#miraculous ladybug #adrien is an oblivious cinnamon roll #my fanfiction #word vomit #the au i didn't know i needed #teacher au

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