#my parents are dorks

[bugged13it]

The Most Romantic Thing

I had this saved as a draft for TWO YEARS cause I was away from tumblr and forgot about it, so here I am finally posting it. Enjoy this little drabble based on a true story. >:3

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The gentle rumble of the motor dominated Marinette’s hearing, drowning out the soft noise of the radio. Her head rested lazily against the car window, shadows and light from the street lamps dancing rhythmically across her vision as they moved through the streets. It was insanely early in the morning, well past any decent hour for sleep. Despite the sparkling city lights scattered across the pitch dark sky, the crowds of people had long ago waned thin, too late—or early—for even the night life party-goers to be wandering about.

It had been, simply put, an exhausting evening. The quiet of the car felt surreal, but only because of the lingering buzzing in her head; a remnant of idle conversations and constant background chatter from the lavish party they had previously attended. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed mingling with the upper crust of Paris fashion, but at some point her limit had been reached, and Marinette just wanted to have some alone time with her own pillow in her own bed.

With the click of the radio, the soft music immediately died, and Marinette’s gaze flicked over out of curiosity, watching while Adrien moved his arm back to the steering wheel. His eyes were glued to the roads as he drove the car through the vacant streets. His set expression looked so serious, as if he were fighting the pull of sleep as well. Marinette might have offered to take over if she wasn’t so exhausted herself, unable to help the yawn that escaped her as she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders and settled back against the window.

They drove in the silence a short while longer, Marinette’s heavy eyelids slowly closing over her vision, when Adrien eventually turned down a new street, one that she knew wouldn’t soon lead back to either of their homes. Carefully pulling the car over to where he could safely park on the side of the road, the vehicle came to a rest when he shut off the engine. Off to their left, the Seine sparkled serenely, their view somehow unobstructed, it’s glassy surface reflecting the gentle light of a brilliant moon.

Marinette blinked in confusion, looking out at the street before turning back to Adrien. “Why are we stopped?” she asked softly, her heartbeat stuttering in a slight panic, wondering if he’d noticed something that she hadn’t. “Is something wrong?”

Adrien leaned back in the driver’s seat and grunted, almost as if in pain, and dragged a hand slowly down his face. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Wh—” Marinette hardly had time to form her question before he turned a heavy gaze her way.

“I need to kiss you.”

Oh. Marinette’s brain took a second to register that, but Adrien was already leaning over the center console, catching her only slightly off-guard as he pressed his lips gently upon hers. Though unprepared, Marinette quickly and unabashedly melted against him, all thoughts of sleep completely forgotten.

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Afterword: Okay, so about the true story part: I love any stories to do with my parents in their teen years, because they were both complete dorks and I swear, their life was like a romance/drama with love triangles and the whole she-bang—but real life, obvs. For example: my mom had a huge crush on on my dad, and my dad’s best friend(who had a crush on my mom), convinced my dad to bring a DATE to my mom’s BIRTHDAY PARTY because he was completely oblivious. You know, THAT SORTA TEEN STUFF. So anyways, my mother told me the most romantic thing my father ever did. It’s super short, but I absolutely love it the most, so I turned it into the above Adrinette drabble. Hope you enjoyed the FLUFF!!!

On another funny note, please keep in mind that this is the same man who gifted my mom her own refurbished(nicer diamonds/band) engagement ring over 30 years later in a Taco Bell because when he asked her where she wanted to eat(an unspoken: regardless of cost, especially someplace fancy), that was her answer, because she was craving it, failing to tell her it would be for their anniversary dinner. Told you they’re both absolute dorks.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.

like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

thinking about steve in that first scene in nancys bedroom back in season one. thinking about how goofy and flirty and charming and playful he was being. thinking about him being like that with eddie, and how eddie would react to that version of steve. the whole talking in a silly voice, acting as that stuffed bear, the whole “bad steve :( don’t do that to miss nancy :( “ and “you are beautiful nancy wheeler”.

eddie plays dnd, even more so, he DMs dnd games, he stands up on tables in cafeterias and makes big theatrical scenes to rant about issues he has strong stances on — that man knows how to put on a show, and enjoys to watch one too. see: immediately accepting erica into hellfire as a replacement after seeing her go on one of her tangents, showing off her attitude and how she isn’t afraid to get in your face to get her way. he LOVESS that shit. lives for it. seeks it out. so when steve starts getting like that around him he would just crumble immediately i just know it.

[algodon-candi]

He probably picked it since it reminded him of her

[m4rs-ex3]

rayllum blueprint

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @unusualmuffin-art

[comatosebunny09]

Imagine using an illusion-based Evol like this to do elaborate costume changes while performing at Sylus’ clubs.

[alagaesia-headcanons]

I have a ride or die headcanon that little Murtagh was obsessed with Morzan’s dragon. He absolutely loved him.

Murtagh sees him often enough from a young enough age that he’s never scared of him. So naturally, he’s absolutely enamored with the huge, beautiful, glittery, fire breathing monster that hangs out outside the house. He’s kept at a distance, but he’s still the dragon’s biggest fan. Murtagh’s very upset to learn that he doesn’t have a name which feels very unfair to him, so he musters up all his creativity and dubs him “Red”.

Morzan doesn’t always travel with his dragon when he leaves the estate, depending on what he needs to do. So sometimes the dragon stays and rests while Morzan is gone. During one such time, when Selena is also away on a mission, a freshly 3 year old Murtagh escapes his nurses and goes to Red. He’s careful at first, testing the waters gently, then getting increasingly close and comfortable with him when Red seems utterly unbothered. He’s no more than an ant next to the dragon’s enormous size. Murtagh is immediately in love, clambering all over him and constantly babbling to him, undeterred by the lack of response.

The servants do eventually find him after a frantic search. Morzan’s dragon doesn’t like any of the staff, so despite letting Murtagh nestle into the crook of his foreleg, he snarls and snaps at anyone who tries to get close enough to retrieve him. The servants are stuck in a grim dilemma, because no one’s willing to test the limits of a gargantuan, irascible dragon, and they don’t have anything to bribe Murtagh with that’s cooler than said dragon, so he refuses to budge. They’re absolutely terrified the dragon will kill him, either inadvertently or not.

After three full days of Murtagh glued to Red’s side, remaining miraculously unsquished, Morzan returns. The servants are in a cold sweat, stuttering and shaking like leaves in a storm as they try to explain that his son is fine, there’s no need for alarm, but there may be just a small issue. He goes to his partner and does with insulting ease what the staff have fruitlessly tried for three days, he steps right in and scoops Murtagh up. He looks completely unkempt and ignoble, dirty and scraped from being outside the whole time, giggling unrepentantly and singing Red’s praises.

To the servants great luck, Morzan finds this all quite amusing. Carrying Murtagh back to the house, he accuses, “Trying to replace me as the dragon Rider, are you?” and Murtagh cries, “Yes! Take me flying!” Morzan says that he will, but it never happens.

Selena is less thrilled when she learns of this, also afraid that the dragon might kill Murtagh in a moment of annoyance. But Murtagh adores him and she can’t reliably keep him away, so she tries to accept the incongruous match. Red doesn’t show any perceptible warmth to him, and yet he makes the effort to keep tabs on him and stops him from doing anything too dangerous. Of course, since the banishing of the names stunted his mind, the dragon doesn’t have any nuanced opinion of Murtagh, but he can recognize that his little ant feels incapable of malice and he comes to like Murtagh in the way he can. Learning of Red’s death on top of the loss of both his parents utterly devastates Murtagh.

After a little while in Uru’baen, Tornac asks Murtagh which parent he was closer to, and Murtagh tells him Morzan’s dragon. Tornac takes a very long, very strained breath, thinking Oh dear gods help me I have so much fucking work to do.

[theking-mustdie]

isaac was the og sassfest but some of you just don’t want to admit it😒

[amirmeavid]

Is Zuko my favourite character because he is honourable, just and kind with a beautiful redemption arc and resilience and adaptability that I aspire for?

Or is he my favourite character because he's a repressed queer, neurodivergent and awkward dork/theatre nerd, who feels he has a duty to overachieve?

[jesncin]

For JL Remix, do the Kryptonians have that Pickle Fish blend that Supergirl had in G1 of DC Superhero Girls? Or they just eat what ever food and don't try to make Earth food into Kryptonian dishes? Or do they and they just not make that specific one?

Also happy new year!

I'm not familiar with the Pickle Fish blend specifically but I love the idea of Kara trying to recreate Kryptonian dishes using Earth ingredients because she both misses her home food and also wants her cousin Clark (who never grew up with Kryptonian food) to try them! But she's not much of a cook herself and struggles making the dishes from memory.

Jor-El, the enthusiastic family cook

[malkaleh]

Actually thinking about how how much Elrond means to me as a biracial woman and also how much I love that he identifies with the line of Luthien - aka mixed heritage and how sometimes I’m so sad about the ‘oh he’s so exotic and eldritch’ takes because it feels like (maybe unfairly) it’s a ‘oh look at the freaky biracial’ thing a lot of the time (not always but).

(Half inspired by an @verecunda post)

(Also @chaos-of-the-abyss post)

[frnkiebby]

‘smile frank!’~🎃

[bacchuschucklefuck]

What about sorcerer Adaine? It'd keep the way her parents treated her consistent because of in that case they'd see her having the easy way of casting instead of studying to be a "proper" caster

this is a great idea!! the only reason why I'm not gonna pick it up is bc I've already locked down sorcerer for kristen haha

[charmwasjess]

that moment when you realize you're writing exactly the same fic you've already written just from a different character's POV

[mmhawkes]

I haven’t seen the people I went to high school with since graduation. It’s been a long time. I don’t use Facebook or anything, and that’s really fine. But today I was thinking about some people I was fond of as a teen, and decided to google one or two of them. There was a girl who was always so nice, and we did theatre together, and I just really liked her. I think she went to Juilliard for dance. Turns out she died this past October. Cancer. I should not be this sad about someone I haven’t seen since I was seventeen.