#this is an always will be a Les Paris hate blog

[lornacrane]

sometimes I think about how much I hate Les Paris lmao. like as a character/ization he’s really fascinating bc like he plays up being the nice cop and the good one who wants to help, but he’s distant from his coworkers and he’s rude to waitstaff and he had no qualms about insulting Ray to his face or KILLING GAVIN (can we talk about that weird insulting little finger gun!!) so I think that’s really really interesting from a character/story perspective, but also I just look at Paris and go like. god I hate that guy lol

[toxinellebug]

Shadybug/ClawNoir supporting character Headcanons

Jagged Stone? More like Jared Smith. He wanted to be a rockin musician, but his type of music is banned by the Supreme so his career never took off. Instead, he ended up marrying his girlfriend, Nannette Couffaine, after accidentally knocking her up with twins, released his pet crocodile into the Seine, got an apartment, and works a regular job that he HATES. But, he secretly still tries to record music and sells it on the black market where it has become somewhat popular in the indie underground, but if he were caught he would go to prison for sure. It’s not a happy marriage but he does what he has to. His kids last names are hyphenated Couffaine-Smith.

No houseboat, and without Royalties from music labels, neither Juleka or Luka could afford to go to Francois Dupont

Penny works as an assistant for Bob Roth and HATES IT. The man is a sexist slave driver, but this business is brutal.

Nadja Chamack is not a news anchor. You can’t be a single mother AND have a career that takes up so much of your time. As a result, Marinette has never had to babysit Manon.

Lila wants to challenge Chloe’s position as queen of the school, but there are no lies about charity work, only lies of what powerful and famous connections she has.

Adrien is not interested in being friendly with Lila, and definitely not going to help her with schoolwork. But he is still the ultimate trophy and key to winning popularity in Lila’s eyes, so she is determined to “win him over”, even though he finds her almost as annoying as Chloe, but Chloe he is stuck with due to her mom’s working relationship with his dad.

Gabriel doesn’t trust Lila one bit.

The sad and negative emotions he is forced to sense due to the power of the Butterfly brooch cause him distress, and he often has to excuse himself due to “headaches” from overworking, as a creative’s work is never done… But he is always listening for the emotions of people crying out for justice, for help, for people who wish they had the power to help.

Andre Glacier is still the Sweetheart’s ice-cream maker, but Sweetheart’s ice-cream is just a special menu item that you can request. Otherwise he has a scheduled route and serves the ice-cream that customers ask for.

Alya’s dad wishes the zoo could focus more on animal enrichment and larger enclosures but they don’t have the budget for such “unnecessary extravagences”.

Mr. Haprel hopes to make it as a famous Mime one day so he can be rich enough to afford to send his daughter, Mylene, to the school he works at as a janitor.

Everyone avoids Ivan.

Thomas Astruc never made it as a famous director, rather, the Supreme favored his University Rival, Andre Bourgeois, who also owns the Le Grande Paris Hotel.

Gina and Roland Dupain are not divorced/separated per say… Gina was sent to prison for civil disobedience. That’s why Tom is a doormat and just goes along with whatever discipline Sabine decides on because he doesn’t want his precious little girl to end up a criminal like her grandmother.

Sabine does not teach an inkpainting class on the weekend or practice tai chi or feng shui.

The walls of Marinette’s home are not pink, they are a boring beige that she hates.

The Agreste Manor is not a sterile, black and white modern decor dungeon. It is a prism of color, function, form, beauty and nature with nods to antiquity and the whimsical. Adrien HATES it. All color and light left this world when his mother died. The art in his house mocks his pain.

There is no school blog for Nathaniel to post his art on… But Marc ended up in that class instead of Marinette. (So did Mireille) He’s still too shy to admit he’s a writer. And even more shy to admit he has a crush on Nathaniel, so all he can do is watch the boy quietly. Rose thinks it’s a romantic tragedy and wants to play matchmaker. Alex thinks it’d be a disaster waiting to happen.

There is no Prince Ali who gives toys to sick kids in hospitals.

There is nothing as frivolous as videogame tournaments, so Max devotes all his spare time to his hobby of robotics and developing an AI… but developing an artificial intelligence is frowned upon. Luckily, Alya can keep a secret… that is, if Max is willing to spare some of his time to helping her havkninto the dark web to research conspiracy theories.

Wayhem is obseesed with Adrien, who can’t stand crazy fanatics and won’t lose any sleep if the Gorilla tackles the scrawny boy to the ground.

After much convincing, bullsh**ing, and bribes, Gabriel is able to host his derby hat design competition at Francois Dupont, (and hopefully, modelling his classmate’s creations will be a bonding point for Adrien to make a new friend) Rose sees it as an opportunity to tries to get Marc and Nathaniel to work with her to create a hat, hoping sparks will fly between them.

Even if Marinette WANTED to enter a stupid contest involving that spoiled, stuck-up Agreste boy, which she DOESN’T, her mother won’t allow it because sewing and doodling outfits is a distraction from her schoolwork.

Chloe still cheats.

But Shadybug discreetly sabotages the fashion show the winning hat is supposed to feature in.

Nathalie never became Gabriel’s assistant or even acquaintance. Instead, she is in charge of the department of the Louvre that archives and locks away all “banned” art and artifacts (aka anything related to Miraculous holders)

Alex thinks she’s creepy and hates how she coldly bosses around her dad.

Audrey is the same as ever, with the exception that she recognizes that her younger daughter Zoe has some talent, and wants Andre to find a movie part for her to play, and ignores Chloe’s bitter jealousy which causes her to lash out at others even nastier than in Ladybug and Cat Noir’s universe.

Nino is treated rudely and ignored by Adrien. Adrien would never agree to play a role in Nino’s movie and even accuses Nino of trying to use Adrien’s celebrity status to give himself an unfair advantage in the student movie competition.

Adrien doesn’t have time for stupid group projects or after school activities. But not because he has a full schedule since this Universe’s Gabriel is a decent father who does not demand perfection and give a 14 year old a burdensome schedule… It’s because outside of fencing and modeling, Adrien plans to spend his time planning out which sections of the city he’s going to take his anger out on that night.

Gabriel never forgot his roots as the son of a fry-cook, and occasionally tries to cook comfort food (NOT PANCAKES) for Adrien, who insists he’s not hungry or that junk is bad for his skin/weight, which has Gavriel worried about Adrien developing body dysphoria and eating disorders… These worries are put to rest when he finds out Adrien has suddenly developed a sweet tooth for baked goods. Therefore he has no qualms about his son frequenting the local bakery so often because a growing boy needs to eat and a treat is good for the spirit.

He wishes he could be more honest with Adrien, but he knows that it would destroy his son if he ever found out that the sickness that took his mother’s life was caused by his creation… He’s also not sure what kind of trauma Adrien would have to the fact he’s not human.

Gabriel also doesn’t want Adrien in danger. Gabriel wants to create a better world for his son to live in, a world where he and everyone else can be free! Where people can throve without stepping over others, and the poor don’t have to suffer. Where people have rights to love freely and express opinions without fear. A world where people help one another.

Gabriel would never use the rings to control Adrien, instead, he keeps them locked away in a safe, and plans to give them to Adrien someday when he is an adult and less likrly to misplace them because if they were to fall into the wrong hands, Gabriel shudders to think of what would become of Adrien.

Audrey still has a low key crush on Gabriel which makes him cringe but he still acts polite to keep up working relations, and he also pities his friend Andre, trapped in a one-sided marriage and bullied by his daughter and his wife.

[xfaithworld]

♡Welcome to Faith's blog♡

I am a 20 year old girl from Canada. I have completed my studies and am currently looking for a job. I am autistic and dysphasic. I am a very shy, curious, smiling and persevering but hypersensitive person. I like listening to music especially K-Pop, traveling, watching movies and series especially K-Dramas, taking care of my cat, reading, history, geography, video games... also eating and sleep hahaha! My three biggest passions are K-Pop, travel and history. I hate insects, especially spiders and mathematics.

I have always loved traveling. I really like flying! I visited Miami in Florida in the United States, Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic, Holguín in Cuba and Paris in France. I lived for some time in Port-au-Prince in Haiti, Dakar in Senegal, Freetown in Sierra Leone and Yerevan in Armenia. One of my dream destinations would be to go to Asia, particularly South Korea and Japan.

I've been listening to K-Pop since 2010. I'm a multistan♡

Stanlist:

My ults: BTS, Blackpink, Twice, Stray Kids, Girl's Generation, Bigbang, Kard, Suga, Jin, Jennie, IU, Taeyeon, Soojin, Chuu, Jihyo, Bang Chan, G- Dragon and BM.

Boygroups: Exo, Ateez, Txt, Seventeen, Enhypen, WayV, Astro, Zerobaseone, Nct 127 and SHINee.

Girlgroups: Red Velvet, Aespa, (G)I-dle, IVE, Everglow, Kiss Of Life, Got The Beat, 2NE1, Iz*One, Loona, Gfriend, Itzy, Stayc, Dreamcatcher, Le Sserafim, Kepler, Nmixx, Mamamoo, Newjeans, E17 Up, XG, Rolling Quartz.

Soloists: Chungha, Sunmi, Hyolyn, Alexa, Somi, Yooa, Eunbi, Yena, Jini, B.I and Jessi.

I created this blog to be able to talk about one of my three great passions, K-Pop! Mainly make gifs. And also sometimes talk about my life and my autism. I hope you like my content♡

[akibaestudio]

Diary of a sex worker 2.0 / 19

From Rachel Wu blog.

Hello guys and girls!!!

Last week I had to travel to Barcelona to attend one of the porn biz event. It was great; the usual party with a lot of porn stars, producers and of course fans. I could say hello to people I didn’t see since before the global pandemic. It was fun but, as always, a bit stressful. I had to organize a stand for my studio and plan the travel for some of my staff, myself and of course several of the girls who currently work mainly for me. We are the “Apostles for the bra busters” movement and had to share our message with the world XD.

The weather and the food, as usual in Spain, was great. We were in a huge hotel with a reserved area only for adults, so we could enjoy the Spanish sun: nudity was allowed in the swimming pool and open zones. You could see a lot of naked skin but if you think about it, is not so weird, our bodies are our working tools and in these parties we have to show our assets to potential customers and investors.

During my lunchtime I met Lee, and we shared a couple of drinks and a good talk.

The first time I saw Lee in person, I was still working as a camerawoman. And like everybody, I found her fascinating. Lee is incredibly sexy, stylish and curvaceous. Her looks reminds you of a busty hot Marilyn, and she is always very polite, well-dressed and with a huge sense of etiquette and social behavior. Since that moment, I have worked with her several times. Sadly, she is not a full time porn actress and only sometimes she accepts to film soft-core scenes. I know she is really busy with her Bimbo Academy, her own erotic content and her exotic dancer job at Le Paradis in Paris. 

Lee told me she was in Barcelona meeting a couple of new “students” for her academy and to close deals with people in the beauty and fashion industry. Most people probably are not aware of this, but Lee is an amazing couturier and has created her own fashion company.

I really find her sexy and attractive, and I think she is a great example of how a true bimbo should look. Despite her huge implants and big butt, her thick lips and face jobs, she has a good balance of femininity, beauty and sexiness. I find most bimbos a bit extreme, a bit trashy. 

We talked about several things.

Speaking about the porn industry in general, she admitted she doesn’t like it. She is not a porn user and find it very disgusting and degrading. And ugly. It is true a lot of scenes are a bit hard and messy but porn is a fantasy after all, and we have to do it. A more sophisticated porn, with good environments, clothes, situations, … sadly, is a thing from the past, when you could do a film knowing it wouldn’t be for free in the global net hours after the release. Now we have to do a lot of scenes to monetize them, and that is like fast food. Now also there are more porn performers than ever, so prices in the industry are going down and down. If the “scenario” is more expensive than the performers, that is not a good way to make money. I try to do some of those exclusive scenes, in great places and with dialogues and good clothes, but they are too expensive and most performers hate them; they want to finish as sooner as possible and if we have to film dialogues, situations before the sex, the sex action, … 

I asked Lee who is, for her, the most beautiful performer currently in the porn business. She gave me several names from the vanilla porn scene and I agreed with them. The teen-a-like girls are cute, but there are a lot of them, so she chose an Italian milf. That woman is hot. And I was surprised because she told me she finds Mika Milkers the prettiest girl in the big boobs fetish group. I always thought Lee would choose someone with a more fake body and several surgeries, but she said she thinks Mika is like a country girl with a natural beauty, a huge set of natural udders but proportionate and hot, and has a shy attitude she loves. 

She told me she was introduced some months ago during a trip to Japan to a girl who works there named Amy Lovejoy. She found her really beautiful but perhaps too tattooed. But her face and body was still amazing. 

I have seen some of the scenes Amy has done, and I am going to work with her very soon here in Europe. Lee was delighted to hear that and said she would love to make a couple of soft-core scenes with her.

It always amazed me the fact Lee never has done any boy-girl scene and always has worked in very soft scenes (solo or lesbian content). And she is still a legend in the sex industry. And I know she has been offered a lot of money. But she always rejected those offers. She is the best example of a woman here doing a great and successful career and avoiding the hardest, nastiest and ugliest moments. Sometimes I envy her a bit.

[ja-khajay]

Stuff I read (and liked) this year

As promised, here’s a list of the novels, comics, manga, etc... I read this year, focusing on the ones I enjoyed and would recommend to people. Under a cut, this is going to be a little long.

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Favorite book of the year: Stranger in the Woods, by Michael Finkel

Non-fiction. Based on the interviews of the man himself by the author, it is about a man who felt so unfit for society he decided one day to leave it, and spent the next 28 years as a hidden hermit in forest in Maine. The book details how he survived there, how he was eventually found, and some of his reasons for doing so. It’s a great reflection on the nature of loneliness.

Indian creek, by Pete Fromm

...Yet another detailed tale of living alone in the woods. This time, the diary of a student who spent a winter in the mountains to help tend for salmon hatchlings, and how he spent the rest of his days hiking, hunting, meeting the locals. It’s a fun little book who, being set almost the whole world away from where I live, was a nice way to travel.

Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones

I don’t feel the need to explain this one since everyone and their mom has seen the movie adapted from it. The book, that I first read a decade ago before I actually watched the film, is a less romantized, more spirited telling of the same story. The writing is absolutely delightful and so is the world it paints, and it’s the first time in ages a book had me laughing out loud during my entire read.

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Favorite comic of the year: Monsieur Désire?, by Hubert and Virginie Augustin

A discreet young woman becomes a maid for a decadent, unbearable, byronesque young lord. Caked in the rigid and oppressive social hierarchy of the victorian era, you follow a mental and verbal joust between the two, as the lord tries his best to offend and corrupt his new unrelenting servant, to little success. The writing and especially the dialogues were stellar, drawing me into the tense atmosphere, watching this trainwreck of a character flamboyantly destroy himself. While there’s no precise content warnings that I can give, this is a mature and heavy story.

World of Edena, by Moebius

Anyone who’s followed this blog for over a month knows how much of a Moebius fan I am. Edena combines the vague, dreamlike, wordless storytelling from stuff like Arzach or The cat’s eyes with an actual plot. While I haven’t completly finished the story, the evolution of the main characters and how the story is told have been great to read through, and as always the art is beyond gorgeous. Unfortunately suffers from some good old sexism in the writing that even if minimal, tasted sour

Le roman de Renart, by Joan Sfar (book 1)

Sfar’s work always has a signature vibe of being dreamy and light without being light hearted, of being down to earth but drifting in the fantastical, and this one is no exception. It’s an adaption of a series of medieval folk tales I grew up with, who uses the same characters to tell an original story. If you’re familiar with icons like Renart as well as other mythological big boys like Merlin you’ll fit right in. There is something special in how the dialogues are written, who feel natural in a way that you’d overhear in a street corner and is very special to me.

The mercenary, by VIncente Segrelles

Another one I post about a lot on this blog. The mercenary is a king on the throne of fantasy cheese. The worldbuilding is interesting at times but the writing is a pretty pathetic display of glorious old time sword and sorcery sci-fantasy 10 years too late for it’s prime (warning for ye old sexism and orientalism that plagues the genre, cranked very high...) but you come and stay for the art. The entire thing is drawn in a series of hyper detailed oil paintings with an insane eye for technical detail, from the engineering of the weaponry, to the architecture and weather, to the anatomy of the fantasy creatures... Each panel stands out as it’s own painting which makes even flipping through it without reading the scenario a treat. Click here to see more of the art, in my Segrelles tag.

The ice maurauder, by Jacques Tardi

A short story about mad scientists entirely drawn like a 19th century engraving. In great Tardi tradition everyone is ugly and mean, it ends terribly, it’s both a hommage to the genre of late 19th cent. to early 1900s dramatic adventure novels and a critical eye on it, and it’s morbidly funny. Most people I saw online hated the way this was written but I’m not them and I really recommend this book. Die mad

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Favorite manga of the year: it’s a tie between the following two.

Cats of the Louvre, by Taiyo Matsumoto

Most wonderful comic I have read in ages. The story follows a bunch of semi-feral cats secretly living in the Louvre museum’s attic, and the small group of humans who share their life, walking through the museum as the night watch. When the cats are together, they are represented in a humanoid way, but still act like animals, and “become” cats again when a human is nearby. The plot is a sort of supernatural mystery centered around a kitten who walks around paintings. It’s a love letter to art, sincere and beautiful, with a unique art style and great characters.

Memoirs of amorous Gentlemen, by Moyoco Anno

A sex worker in early 20th century paris starts writing down a diary of the clients she meets, in a quest to cope with the troubles of her life. You follow her, her colleagues, and her bittersweet relationship with an abusive lover. I don’t have much words about this comic, but the art and writing both are amazing, it’s the perfect length and drew me in like little series had before. Obvious content warnings as this is an adult story that talks about sexuality, but also depicts both mental and physical abuse.

Hana, also by Taiyo Matsumoto 

A very short story, this was not made to be read as a comic originally, but served as storyboarding and visual development for a play, and the way it is written follows that. Hana is a slice of life story set in a fantasy world, of a young boy, his family, his village. Despite the setting being an original one, the character interactions are refreshingly... normal, and there is no huge plot to speak of, just a bit of the life of these characters. The art is beautiful, entirely black and white, with a scratchy style and an emphasis on contrast. Matsumoto is on a speedy road to becoming my favorite manga artist haha

Delicious in Dungeon, by Ryoko Kui

While not marked as my year’s favorite, I still consider this series among my favorite manga ever. The art and writing are amazing, and it’s both heartfelt, well concieved and plain hilarious. The story follows several parties of dungeon diving adventurers each on their little quests with a premise of our protagonists, on a panic rescue mission, surviving in the dungeon by cooking and eating the monsters they come across. From a DnD party turned cooking manual dinner of the week beginning, the plot creeps up on you and slowly thickens. I don’t want to spoil anything about the overarching story of this because it was a delight to discover for myself. While everything about DinD rules, I am especially fond of the design philosophy of the author, who puts great detail in the practicality and biology of what she draws, as well as the character writing. Everyone even side characters has so much charm and depth to them, the cast is so diverse and entertaining...! Each character is just a bit lame enough but endearing, and has their own little backstory that shows in the way they exist. It’s a delight

Chainsaw man, by Tatsuki Fujimoto

I went into CSM expecting a borderline campy hyperviolent dumb fun thing to read and was very surprised to find an uncomfortably well written story about a teenager being groomed. The hyperviolent dumb fun fights are here nonetheless and the series still qualifies as shonen for some reason, but the more mature character writing as well as some truly outlandish visuals make it something very special. If you can’t stand shonen, not sure you will like it, but if you don’t mind it, worth trying.

Witch hat atelier, by Kamome Shirahama

The oh so elegant fantasy seinen every cool kid started posting about this year, who I also succumbed to and fast. Witch hat is hard to explain, as most of it’s plot revolves around the rules of the world it’s set in, specifically the regulations around it’s magic and the social and historical reasons for them. It’s about growing up, learning, disability, making art. You follow a little girl taken in by a witch as an apprentice, her magical education, and learn little by little why her lovely teacher is so willing to break a lot of rules... While a bit too gentle and pretty for my taste at times, Witch hat has great worldbuilding and explores sensitive themes I rarely see in manga, much less in fantasy. And Berserk wishes it had art this good

[unmaskedagain]

Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

Okay; first off. I hated this. I had a massive case of writer’s block while doing it and lost inspiration near the end.

Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)

           Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school, everyone knew it. They got to go on the most amazing trips, win contest after contest, competition after competition, met all sorts of celebrities, frequently got to meet Ladybug, through the best dances and school plays, and always seemed to have a pep in their step. Anything any of the students went after they always managed to get. Everyone knew Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school. Then one day that changed dramatically.

“You’ve changed,” Alya accused Marinette after the class voted her out as Class president. “You become a bully.”

           Alix snorted, “More like a jealous bitch.”

           There were nods from the other students in class. Lila smiled at Marinette; happy that her promise to ruin the girl was coming true.

“You’re always so mean to Lila,” Rose added. “It’s not nice.”

“You’re worse than Chloe now,” Kim glared.

           Juleka frowned, “We miss the old Marinette.”

“You should’ve chilled out like I told you to, dudette,” Nino said with a shake of his head, clearly disappointed.

“We can’t be your friends anymore,” Alya crossed her arms.

           Marinette had listen to them quietly as they relayed reason after reason why they were ending their friendships with her; all to do with Lila. She didn’t bother to look at Adrien. He had warned her what was going to happen; Nino had told him. There had also been a group text apparently. Adrien made it clear he stood with Marinette. Even more so, when he chose to sit with her in the back of the class, a fierce glare on his face at the other students.

The bluenette placed down her pencil, closed her sketchbook and said, “Fine. Then we’re not friends anymore.”

“That’s counts double for me,” Adrien hissed. “Lose my number. In fact, don’t bother; I’ll just change it. That goes for every last one of you. I’ll be informing my Father and Nathalie that only Chloe and Marinette are on my visitors list.”

           The class blinked in shock. Not expecting that reaction from the blond boy who was usually so amicable and nice.

           Chloe watched with amused eyes. She had been sentenced to the back of the room not long after Marinette. “We’ve never been friends but consider all extra little perks you’ve gotten used to: dead and over with.”

           That was it. None of the other students knew what to say or do. They hadn’t gotten the reaction they expected. Marinette didn’t seem to care. Adrien seemed ready to set them on fire. Chloe looked rather pleased at the idea of seeing them burn. Most shrugged it off; figuring at least two of the three (Marinette and Adrien) would come crawling back in no time.

           They didn’t.

           Things started to change for the students in Bustier’s class the next day.

           Lila woke up in the morning to an email confirming that she would no longer being a model or any type of employee for the Gabriel Agreste brand. Or as Nathalie put it when the sausage hair girl called her, “We will no longer be needing your services, Miss Rossi. Do not contact us again.” Click.

           That was when Lila realized her plan of using Gabriel to get Adrien under her thumb had went up in flames. She hoped that Adrien wasn’t informed so that maybe she could still use his father as a threat against the boy.

           When she go to class, the blond model sent her a vicious smirk. Lila paled. She knew without a doubt that Adrien didn’t just know Lila was fired, he was the one got her fired.

           Nino woke up to the news that the gig he was due to play, his big break, had replaced him. It would’ve been huge for his career.

Oh well, he thought, back to DJ-ing for birthday parties.

           Alya accidently dropped her phone in the toilet; ruining hundreds of videos and pictures for the Ladyblog.

           Alix took a dive while skating; broke her ankle and the watch her dad gave her.

           Max broke his glasses.

           Kim got food poisoning.

           Ivan’s dad ran over his drum set while parking in the garage.

           Rose tried to call Prince Ali and found out he changed his number.

           Nathaniel spilled coffee all over his Ladybug comic strips. Marc had been pissed.

           Juleka’s mom accidently put bleach in with a load of her laundry; it ruined everything.

           By the time they had all got to class, all the students were in a terrible mood. However, when Marinette walked in with a box full of delicious smelling breakfast pastries; they perked up. The bluenette always seemed to know when they needed a pick me up. And there was nothing like a treat from the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.

           Marinette didn’t acknowledge any of their presences. She walked straight to the back of the classroom, sat in her seat between Chloe and Adrien. “Morning!” She beamed at her friends. “I brought treats for the three of us.”

“Awesome!” Adrien smiled, quickly opening the box and snagging a chocolate croissant. “Delicous, Thank you” He said. Or least they thought he said that. His mouth was full and it was mostly garbled.

           Chloe rolled her eyes. She grabbed a mixed berries and cream cheese pastry, “Perfect way to start the day. Thank you, Marinette.”

           Marinette took out her favorite: a berry and jasmine scone. Then she promptly through the box away; making clear that she hadn’t brought any for anyone else. “Anything for my friends.”

“We’ll do lunch at Le Grand Paris,” Chloe said. “On me of course. The chef there is to die for.”

           The other students visibly wilted. Alya in particular who loved going to Le Grand Paris as her mother was the head chef.

           It all went downhill from there.

           Over the next week things went from bad to worse for the students.

           Bustier told the class their trip the Presidential office was cancelled due to an unexpected flooding incident. The plan had been for the class to tour the office and have amazing picnic on the beach afterwards

           Lila’s mother, who had been busy nearly 24/7, officially went on vacation, meaning she plenty of time to spend with her daughter. Her daughter was panicked when her mother inquired about visiting her school.

           Alya discovered that the hits to her site had started to declined dramatically. She didn’t have time to worry about that as her internship with a local new studio had been cancelled; something about realizing Alya didn’t have enough experience. So her summer plans were cancelled.

           Nino’s Dj equipment sparked or shorted out or something but nothing would work anymore. He had cancel the rest of his gigs until he could buy new ones.

           Kim lost a swim match against Ondine.

           Markov got a virus and broke down causing Max to break down in tears.

           Nathaniel lost the expensive sketch pencil he won in a contest.

           Alix’s grandmother brought her a new dresses; frilly monstrosities that Alix’s forced her to wear to school for the entire week.

           Rose, Ivan, and Juleka were heartbroken when Luka announced he was going Solo.

           It didn’t help anyone’s mood that every day Marinette, Chloe, and Adrien walked into class with big smiles on their faces and pleasantly discussed their amazing plans.

           On Wednesday, Adrien invited Marinette and Chloe to come with him to meet the Prime Minister.

           Apparently, Adrien’s dad had called in favors so the three would tour Palais Bourbon, where the French Parliament meets.

“He said I could invite all my friends!” Adrien smiled.

           Marinette had been shocked at this. Until Adrien explained that his aunt had threatened to reveal to the world Gabriel Agreste’s neglectful behavior, his tendency break child labor laws, and his need to isolate Adrien. Thanks to his aunt, Adrien had a much free-er schedule and Gabriel had been in therapy for weeks. “I’ll bring food from the bakery. We can have a picnic!”

“Beach day!” Chloe cheered.

           No one else so much as smiled at the news. Even more so when pictures surfaced on Friday of Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Ondine, Marc, Mireille, and Aurore with various members of Parliament; including the prime minister.

           Thursday, Chloe loudly invited Marinette and Adrien to an event for her mother, “It’s a fashion show! It’s tonight. Adrien can relax behind the scenes, while Mari and me model on the run way. Mama’s lost a few models so I told her I could recommend a few friends.”

“I’m modeling!” Marinette paled so much, her friends were sure she’d pass out.

“I get to do nothing!” Adrien grinned.

           Pictures of Chloe and Marinette modeling exploded across the internet; multiple fashion websites and online magazines deeming the girls’ Style Queen’s secret weapon and modeling next big thing.

           Most of the guys in class shrugged it off. But a few of the girls turned greened with envy; Lila in particular.

           On Friday, Marinette invited Adrien and Chloe to meet her uncle and her cousin, “He’s back in town on Saturday and he wants to meet all my friends.”

           No one else in class paid too much to that. Who cared about Marinette’s uncle? Or her cousin? They were probably just as stuck-up and nasty as she was.

           Then on Saturday, picture of the same group who went to Parliament, plus Luka, with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale started trending on the internet. Jagged Stone posted a tweet about how awesome his honorary niece was, with a picture of him and Marinette. Clara posted a pic with her favorite little cousin, Marinette.

           Alya couldn’t believe her eyes and immediately started texting Marinette for the deets. She received a text back saying; new number; who dis?

           Nino flat-out called Adrien only hear that the number had been disconnected.

           The rest of the class faced the same issue.

           And then one by one, they each remembered that they weren’t friends with any of the tree Ostracized students anymore.

           Monday, Alya found out that BugOut, a competing Ladybug blog, had been officially endorsed by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Something that hadn’t happened with the Ladyblog.

           Max lost the science fair. For the first time. He had to go see the school guidance counselor.

           Kim got kicked off the team for his poor grade.

           Lila’s finally called the school to schedule an appointment. Lila was Akumatized within the five minutes.

           Alix’s grandma brought her more clothes; some which were tacky sweaters with cats all over them

           Nathaniel misplaced his new sketch book, with his redone Ladybug comic strips. He never found it. Marc wasn’t happy.

           Nino got a call to dj a huge event only to have to decline as he hadn’t bought new equipment yet.

           It was Adrien that brought in breakfast for the other two; Mcdonalds. Much to the Chloe and Marinette’s dismay, but they didn’t say anything as the boy was clearly happy about being allowed to eat it for the first time.

           Marinette unwrapped her sausage Mcgriddle, wondering who she hurt in a past life, “Jagged is doing a private concert. You two want to come?”

           Adrien nodded, his mouth full of fried hash brown and bacon. “Count me in,” They think he said.

           Chloe held the egg mcmuffin in her hand like it was physically hurting her to do so, “I’m in,” she said. “And I’m bringing breakfast tomorrow.”

           The class was dismayed at missing at meeting Jagged Stone again.

“Are you going to invite us?” Alya asked with a huff.

           Marinette didn’t even look in her direction, “Sorry Uncle Jagged said I can only invite my friends.”

           Ouch.

           Over the course of the next few months, things continued to fall apart for the class. They tried planning one of their usual amazing dances, only for everything to crash and burn. Then they remembered that Marinette planned everything, and before her, Chloe.

           The class never made enough money fundraising so nearly all planned class trips were canceled.

           They had to deal with seeing pictures of Marinette, Adrien, and Chloe and all their friends meeting all sorts of celebrities.

           Ladybug disowned the Ladyblog; causing Alya to burst into tears.

           No matter what any of the students tried, did, competed in, they never won. They practically failed at everything.

           Rose tried to bake cookies for the class; her kitchen caught on fire.

           Max applied for science camp; all spots were full.

           Nathaniel who had lost his comic drawing for the twelfth time in a row was finally told by Marc to take a hike.

           Nino lost his hat, broke his glasses, a dog at his homework, and he tripped landed face down in the mud; all on the way to school one morning.

           The students were constantly late, frustrated, and always seemed to have something accidently spilled or thrown on their clothes.

           Lila’s  mother, who finally decided to just randomly drop by the school after being told repeatedly by her daughter that it was closed so she couldn’t do the appointment for months, was shocked to say the least when it was clearly opened and active. She had a long talk with the Principle and all of Lila’s lies were revealed to class.

           Class was very apologetic to the three ostracized students after that but it didn’t matter. The three made it clear they weren’t interested in renewing their friendships.

           By the end of the year Bustier’s class went from the luckiest in school to the unluckiest kids on the planet.

           The students of Bustier’s class couldn’t help but wonder aloud why they lucked changed do much.

           Tikki, Plagg, and Pollen, hidden away in their chosens’ school bags just smirked.

[bluerosette23]

Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg2

Second Part of the mastelist. (Updated: Feb 22, 2020)

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by @crowbarstodd I Wouldn’t Hate A Romance With You One Thousand and One Nights With You Course Of Nature Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6

by @da-tasuky (Kysuta) I Know You Better Than That  ~  AO3 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3

by @daminetteisthebestshipever (Umeya_kun) Transferring to Gotham [Discontinued] ~  AO3 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11 ~ CH12

by @danielslilangel Behind The CEO’s Door [Timari] Gotta Get Dirty Before You Can Get Clean Maribat Fluff Week Day4 [M] In The Middle Is How I Like It Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 [M] Make Love Not War Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ BONUS by @dast218 Days That Turned Into Months And Eventually Years Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 Dark Side? Never Pt1 

by @dessarious Broken Harmony  ~  AO3 Masterpost1 ~ Masterpost2 Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformations  ~  AO3 Masterpost Old Scars And New Beginnings  ~  AO3 Masterpost The Angel Of Death  ~  AO3 Prologue ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 ~ 10 ~ 11 ~ 12 ~ 13 ~ 14 ~ 15 ~ 16 ~ 17 ~ 18

by @donnajons Leave Paris, Move to Gotham Prologue ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3

by @eat0crow 116% [Jasonette] Fake Dating + Locked In a Room Flower Shop AU [Jasonette] Is That Blood? [Jasonette] Who Needs Paperwork? Marigolds (CH1) Maribat Fluff Week (D1 ~ D2)

by @ethelphantom Car Windows With Pretty Girls [Dickinette]  ~  AO3  Into The... Wait, I Am Where Now  ~  AO3   What’s A Soulmate  ~  AO3  Where I Went Wrong  ~  AO3  Dickinette Valentines  ~  AO3  Chocolate Cereal The Family They Found [Timari]  ~  AO3  Like You Could Be Family ~ Always Been The Missing Piece  Crimson As A Rose [Jasonette]  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @eve-valution Daughter Of Diana  Into The Unknown Songfic [Jasonette] Marie Margaret Quinzel AU Marinette = Mar’i  Saving A Robin Miraculous DC Crossovers  ~  AO3  It’s Rewind Time ~ Marks of Destiny ~ Into The Unknown ~ Misplaced And Found ~ Saving A Robin  Maribat_2k20 [February]  D1 ~ D2 

by @fangs4damemories Out With A Roar

by FaithAndATypeWriter Marinette And The Seven Titan  ~  AO3 The String That Binds Us (Based on kelelamentia’s story)  ~  AO3

by @fics-by-maria A Trip to Remember  ~  AO3 Masterpost ~ Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6  Blinded By Hope Pt1 Good To Be Bad  ~  AO3  Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5  No Sunshine in Gotham Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11  Red Bug And Noire [Jasonette] OG Prompt ~ Civilians Meeting ~ Noire’s Hair Dye Adventures ~ Queen Bee ~ Stressed Hero ~ Lila Our Deepest Roots [Discontinued] Masterpost ~ Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 

by @ficsforthestars Now, She’s Getting Married  Sleepy Time Tour Guide  Speechless  Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4  Summer Gardenia (Valentine Special)  Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @finallyaniguana Watch The Eyes (Soulmate AU)  ~  AO3  Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22 ~ Pt23 

by @fridayfirefly Lost and Found  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 

by @fsketchart Chinese Wedding HC Hunger Games AU  A Second Chance  ~  AO3 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5

by @g-arya Daminette AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 Daminette Soulmate AU HC Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 Of Blood And Bonds CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 

by @garmari-blog Green Eyes CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3

by @goggles-mcgee A Little Bird Told Me  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 

by @gloriafee4 Maribat: Sentence Giveaway Masterpost

by GreenYou (Written in French) Sous le masque de Ladynoire  ~  AO3

by @hecate-hallow Damian’s Crows  Maribat Secret Santa [Jasonette]  Maridami Transfer Never Lose A Bet Angel & Demon  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15  

by @i-joined-the-daminette-craze Girls & Gargoyles Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @iggy-of-fans Daminette AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 Of Being a Ladybug  ~  AO3  Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 

by @im-here-for-the-content Gym Buddies Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2

by @imfreakingmagical Batman Taking Ladybug to the Watch Tower for the First Time

by @isitsusi It’s Justice We Crave

by @itawonka-creates Seabourne Burnouts  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 

by @jkate23 Don’t Hide Your Heart  Don’t Lie To Your Heart  Eternos (ABO AU)  Forever And Always  The Statistical Probability Of Love At First Sight  Te hecho tanto de menos que en mi reloj aún es ayer

by @justcourttee And They WereRoomates Pt1  I Won’t Try Again Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22 ~ Pt23 ~ Pt24 ~ Pt25 ~ Pt26 ~ Pt27 ~ Pt28 ~ Pt29 ~ Pt30 ~ Pt31 ~ Pt32 ~ Epilogue

by @kandoesfanfics-writes (littlekittykanny) A Century of Friendship [Jasonette]  Amaya Wayne AU  ~  AO3 Demi-Angel, Demi-Demon  ~  AO3  Kan’s Timari Attempts  ~  AO3  Maribat Pokemon AU Snippets  ~  AO3  Maribat Secret Santa ‘19  Snuff  ~  AO3  The Bat And The Peahen  ~  AO3  The Head Omega  ~  AO3  Prompts  3 ~ 13 ~ 32&147 ~ 189 ~ 125 ~ 190 

by @kass-draws Disney Road Trip�� Her Demonic Night

by @kass-is-weird  First Man ~ Dad!Damian(HC) ~ What A CATastrophe  Adopted Marinette  Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4  HC1 ~ HC2 ~ HC3  I-is Tha-that You Firecracker? Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @kazooowhooo God damn SongFics  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 I Did Something Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 My Turn :)  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~

by @kceedraws Beauty and the Beast Ficlet Coffee Shop SongFic Envy & Alarm  Patchwork  Phases - A [Maribat] Ficlet  Take It Slow The Neverending Story Three Times Marinette and Damian Almost Kissed  Dancing AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Family Matters Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 Hogwarts AU Prequel ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8

by @kelelamentia A Challenge! From a Friend!  ~  AO3 A Puzzling Situation  ~   AO3  A Wedding? A Wedding! A Super Hero Wedding  ~  AO3  Birds, Bugs, and Ballroom Dancing  ~  AO3  Dinner at Wayne Manor  ~   AO3  Dogs are a Ladybug’s Best Friend  ~  AO3 Finally, a Date  ~  AO3 Kisses  ~  AO3 Of Sick Birds and Nurse Bugs  ~  AO3  Plant Charming  ~  AO3 Respect Is Always In Style  ~  AO3  Rockin’ The House  ~  AO3 Slightly Cinderella  ~  AO3  Titus Helps  ~  AO3 The String that Binds Us  ~  AO3 

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[2sunchild2]

Just Watch: Daminette au

I’m like a few hours late but that’s okay!

@ozmav not sure if u wanna read the angst but lol whateves

Tag list: @realrandomposts @maxdark158 @slytherinsheashire @mindfulmagics @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay @im-here-for-the-content @drama-queen-supreme @jaynintodd @starry-bi-sky @northernbluetongue @miraculous-mangoes @kceedraws @fanboy7794 @someone-ev @zebrabaker @kelelamentia @maribat-archive

I hope it rips ur heart out!!! ♥️♥️♥️

They had been watching an old television rerun when it was interrupted by the sound of the news channel.

“Breaking news with Lois Lane.”

“This just in, we have just received news of a terrorist attack in Paris. The anonymous message has linked a video of said attack and the number to one of their news channels. We are currently in contact with Miss Nadja Chamack.”

All activity suddenly ceased in the household, all eyes now watched the screen anxiously. The screen split in half to show Nadja, looking out of breath and afraid. The sky was dark, which was normal since it was eight in the afternoon. What wasn’t normal was the screaming and the burning buildings in the background.

Lois Lane appears worried for a quick second before gaining her composure and keeping a professional face.

“Miss Chamack, we received some disturbing news about a terrorist attack would you mind giving us some insight on the situation?”

Nadja cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure. The fear was still very evident on her face and she seemed to flinch at every scream she heard.

They began to worry. News of this didn’t usually get spread around and normally stayed in Paris. Bruce had put his phone down and Tim began typing furiously on his iPad.

“In Paris… we have these things, called akumas. They’re like,” she paused for a moment struggling to get the word, “c’est quoi le mot…. demonic! They’re these demonic butterflies controlled by this villain named Hawkmoth. Our heroes, Ladybug and Cat Noir usually stop them from causing too much damage. But.. this time… this time it’s different.”

Damian sucked in a sharp breath. Akumas were never this big. They never caused this much damage. He watched the destruction behind Nadja. The sky was dark and full of smoke. He could see burning buildings and collapsed monuments.

He turned to Tim, who was still furiously typing on his computer, his eyebrows scrunched together. Tim was trying to find that damned blog. The one that was blacklisted a while back. Sure, it wasn’t the most resourceful blog, but the owner always made sure to put s video of the battles. And that’s exactly what he was looking for.

The tv was disconnected and Jason yelled in outrage before being shut up by Dick, who looked at Tim and nodded. The tv was reconnected, only this time, to Tim’s computer. It was a live stream of the akuma battle. And a gruesome one too.

This akuma, no, this monster, this thing has been causing chaos and terror in the streets of Paris.

The screen showed Ladybug, Cat Noir and a few other heroes taking a defensive stance against the creature. Their eyes hard and their faces scowling. They noticed the turtle gagging at the thing. And when the camera focused on it, they understood why.

It was horrific. The giant spider-like thing was as big as a two story building. It’s body was mainly composed of what looked like mutilated animal bodies holding together. Said bodies were inside out and were oozing in the most gruesome way.

Dick felt like throwing up. He put a hand to his mouth and began coughing.

The thing let out an ear-piercing roar and began to charge. The Ladybug and the Bee swung in action, the Dragon running beneath them and the others following.

They wrapped their yo-yos around the thing, earning disgusting gooey sounds in return. The Dragon yelled out a faint “Viperion!” The snake came up and aided her. The creature whacked them away with its tail and they the wall of a building a good mile away. They fell to the floor, unconscious.

Next was the bee, the fox and the turtle. The heroes were scattered on the floor, bleeding and in tremendous pain.

The Cat and the Ladybug remained.

Damian’s shoulders tensed.

Five down, two to go.

He watched as they talked to each other, their eyes still trained on the gruesome creature.

The Waynes watched the quiet stare down.

“Call the league.”

Cat Noir lengthen his metal staff and Ladybug spun her yo-yo.

“They’re heading to the planes as we speak.”

The two remaining heroes fought. They got beaten, scratched and grown but they managed to get back up and fight. They were getting battered and bloodied but they still fought without faltering. The buildings around them seemed to crumble with every minute that passed. Streetlights were bent, cars were wrecked and trees were quite literally toppled over.

The world had never seen Paris in such a state.

Damian had never witnessed his Angel battle a monster this destructive.

They watched the cat yell something incomprehensible and his hand was surrounded by a black aura. He glared at the monster before rushing to it, ignoring the ladybug, and preparing to attack.He was grabbed by the waist, a mutilated tentacle holding him up and throwing him to the Eiffel Tower. It disintegrated as soon as he landed.

The ladybug remained.

Damian stiffened and he felt Jason squeeze his shoulder, an indication for him to relax. But he couldn’t. On god he couldn’t. He was feeling something he’d never felt in his life before. This feeling was so strange and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. And when the ladybug was slammed against the ground, Damian knew what he was feeling. He was afraid. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. His teeth clenched and his leg bounced. He was afraid, not for himself, but for his Angel taking a massive beating on the other side of the world. And he hated that he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated that he had to sit there, on a couch in his home, and watch the love of his life battle for her life. He hated how helpless he felt when he watched her clutch her bloody arm and how she could barely stand up on her own. He hated that calculating glare on her face. He knew she would do something logically irrational. And he hated it.

He watched as the monster hurled itself towards her, grabbing each of her limbs with its many arms and held her up close, inspect her with its beady eyes. She glared back at it with those beautiful bluebell eyes.

Ladybug watched her opponent carefully. It snarled at her and she could practically feel the drool dripping down her arm. She was trapped.

“Come on Dupain-Cheng, don’t die on me. Don’t you fucking die on me today,” he whispered to the screen. His brothers glanced at him wearily. He only called her by her last name when he was worried. And with the bouncing knee and the teeth biting, they knew he was stressed for her.

She had to get out of this. There’s no way she could. Not today, she was ladybug for fuck’s sake! She wiggled her arm loose, hoping it’d work, and let out a sigh of relief when it did. That did not last long.

She glared into the beady eyes of the akuma. She had so much to live for, she knew that. But at what cost? She couldn’t get out of this, her teammates were knocked unconscious or were severely injured. She thought about everything she could’ve achieved at this point. She thought of her friends. She thought of her love. She closed her eyes blissfully, remember ping every detail of his face, from his jet black hair to his stern green eyes. She looked up at the sky, her way of saying goodbye before looking back at the creature and gave it one last smirk.

“I’ll see you in hell.”

Damian screamed at the tv as the monster ripped through her torso. He watched, horrified, as it dropped her body on the ground as if it was nothing. As if, as if she was worth nothing. His tears fell freely as he watched her decent to the ground.

He watched as the snake, the bee and the dragon rushed to catch her. She watched as she weakly took off her earrings and detransformed. The other heroes cried harder in shock. She handed her earrings to the dragon. She and the bee left to end the fight, the other followed. He watched as the snake began to shake, holding her like she was fine china about to break. She coughed up blood and looked at the boy with a smile on her face.

Her hand fell to the ground.

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Everyone has a different way of coping with death. Dick had been in denial about it for a week. Tim had locked himself in his room and only came out to get more coffee. Bruce buried himself in his work.

And Jason?

Jason was nowhere to be seen. He had been off the grid for a month. Not a call or a text. He disappeared after the incident.

Damian refused to accept the death. No, she couldn’t die. She was ladybug! She was Marinette! She had a solution to everything!

I guess this time was different. He darkly thought. He sat on one edge of the bed, fiddling with a small velvet box. He had planned for this moment a week after they started dating. And now she was gone. She laid six feet under in the cold, hard ground.

She was only twenty two.

[julilentille]

Hi everyone, My dash was a love fest yesterday morning, and it was a joy to witness. So I thought, what could I do? 🤔 And I thought WWRSD (What Would Rob Sheffield Do). So here a song for each of my mutuals (I know some of you more than others so there is songs I associated because of your personnality, a discussion we had, your vibe on my dash or just your url). Here the spotify Playlist (it’s the weirdest playlist I’ve ever done)

I hope I didn’t forgot anyone and won’t offend anyone with a song. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this? 

@opalesquemoonlight​ With a Little help from my friends - The Beatles 😘

@summerscreation​ Long live rock - The Who (you are as crazy as me with next tour 😝 and I love Greta Van Fleet 🤘🏻).

@holo-styles​ Walking in the wind - One Direction (because you are so far away!!! and this song always make me think of people far away from me)

@stylesschmyles​ Knee socks - Arctic Monkeys 😉 And you got a second one because I’m certain you will lose your mind as much as me at the first sign of Harry with cat(s) Le Chat - Pow wow (I feel like I should provide a translation of this song so here 🐈)

@lollipop-popsx​ Vossi bop - Stormzy (oh my god you were there!!!!)

@old-in-betweeners Olivia - One Direction (I though of this song each time Opale was talking about you before knowing you)

@carl-and-pearl​ Propaganda - Muse (so sorry it’s because of the way we begun talking and the title of the song and the lyrics « you are killing me with your propaganda » 🤦🏼‍♀️ And I was listening to Muse at the time so I associated this song with you)

@huccimermaidshirts​ La Mer - Charles Trenet (since the beginning because of the mermaid url 🙈)

@imnottherealharrystyles​ Dear Friend - Wings (Paul and John discussion 😉)

@ihopeyoucontinue4ever​ Me and the moon - Something Corporate (this song found her way to my phone 😝)

@rosecoloredh​  Goodnight, Travel well - The Killers (Thank you for the playlist 💕)

@whoopsharrystyles​ Sweet creature - Harry Styles

@cantquitu Girl on fire - Alicia Keys

@lithographarry Who run the world (girls) - Beyoncé

@accidentalharrie Good as hell - Lizzo

@styloff Independant women - Destiny child

@justharried Miss you - Louis Tomlinson (it has to be, you are providing me with my Louis fix) And because I’m feeling a little less lonely too in my RW ways when seeing you on my dash. Karma Killler - Robbie Williams (this song is soooo goood)

@hitchfender 1901 - Phoenix (It’s a song about Paris)

@lordendsavior sHe - Zayn (your zarry tags always send me in a giggle fit - they never talked!!)

@stylesinthewild​ Style - Taylor Swift 😁

@narrytheyfit​

On the loose - Niall Horan (you are the only Niall blog I follow and I really like that song. She’s perfect for a summer sunset. So I’m hearing it each time I see your url)

@heart-attack-harry I want to write you song - One direction (I was going to choose a Stevie song but this came up and don’t ask me why 🙈 It’s a feeling I associate with you on my dash. I hope you don’t hate the song)

@papiermachecat Picasso’s last words - Paul McCartney and the wings

@you-me-spain​ Power over me - Dermot Kennedy

@harrysclavicles​ Pi - Kate bush. You seems like someone as obsess as me with datas. Thank you for always including the rest of the world in your numbers. And Snap out of it - Arctic Monkeys (when there is Louis discussion in your inbox. I agreed to disagree with you on this 😉 but this song help 😜).

@harolinastyles​ Only Angel - Harry Styles (I saw an angel, I really saw an angel 😉)

@regi1993​ Green Eyes - Coldplay (I love this song so much)

@samfenderdaily​ White privilege - Sam Fender (my favorite Sam song for my favorite Sam blog)

@thebordersmp3​  The Border - Sam Fender (what else)

@gentr0py​ Citizen Erased - Muse 

@rocketmommy​ Hypersonic Missiles - Sam Fender

@hopelessly-harrying​ Hopelessly devoted to you - Glee cast’s version

@warriormum​ Kelly Clarkson - Stronger

[angelofthequeers]

Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 20

Pixelator

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Okay so I’m extra salty about ‘Animaestro’ and That Guy’s self-insert tantrum but by god am I gay for Buninette

I really don’t like Pixelator, but I do need to introduce Uncle Jagged within this story’s universe, so…yeah, I basically used the necessary intro scene.

@miraculousl4dybug @livinthebilife tagged as requested :)

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Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

“I like it!” Tikki chirps. Marinette hums in indecision as she turns her head, examining her reflection from all angles.

“I haven’t worn a bun in years,” she says. “I found the pigtails way cuter and easier. I’m not even sure why I decided to try this today.”

“The bun makes you look cute too!” Tikki says. “You look cute and mature. Not that I don’t like your pigtails!”

“No, no, I know what you mean.” Marinette twirls a lock of hair framing her face to give it a slight wave. “I actually kind of like it.”

“Well, you’ve got about two more minutes to decide before you’re officially running late.”

“What?” Marinette springs into action to grab the nearest pair of jeans and a flowy pink top that’s just big enough to tie it at her waist fashionably. Once she’s dressed, she snatches up her purse and tries to balance hopping down the stairs with pulling on her usual ballet flats, which she thankfully pulls off without tripping and breaking her neck.

For once, she’s actually not late to school, which is probably thanks to Tikki keeping track of time because heaven knows Marinette can’t. She’s still sweaty by the time she makes it there, though, and she needs to collapse on the stairs outside the front of the school to catch her breath. Not only is she not late but…she’s early. She actually has time to relax beforehand rather than freaking out and trying to get to class.

“Dupain-Cheng,” sneers a familiar voice as a shadow looms over her. Marinette rolls her eyes and looks up to see Chloé blocking the sun, hands on hips and smirking widely.

“What now, Chloé?” Marinette sighs. Chloé reaches out and flicks Marinette’s bun.

“After what happened last year, I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to wear that thing again,” she says. Oh, that’s right. That’s why Marinette’s been wearing pigtails. Her hair used to be long…until Chloé had thought it would be very funny to stick a wad of gum in her bun. As a livid Sabine had carefully and soothingly cut a bawling Marinette’s hair to the length it is now, that’s one of the only times Marinette can remember being terrified of her usually quiet, cheerful mother.

“It’s called change, Chloé,” Marinette says. “Something you don’t seem to understand. You can’t even be nice when it’s Adrien asking.”

“Adrikins and I will always be friends,” Chloé scoffs. “Even if he’s being utterly ridiculous right now. I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand true friendship like ours.”

“Are you done?” Marinette’s not even annoyed at this point. Honestly, Chloé’s daily antics have just grown exhaustingly bland with the knowledge that she’ll never change and that she’ll just keep being the same old nasty girl, even when she’s lost both her best friends. It’s not like she’s harmless, what with how many people she’s bullied to the point of vulnerability to Hawkmoth. Just…more like a mosquito hanging around and buzzing, rather than a venomous snake constantly striking and biting.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you, Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé says.

“It’s old, Chloé.” Marinette stands up, brushing the dirt off her blue jeans. “You show up, say some mean things, then walk off laughing while I get angry. You can’t even be original when it comes to bullying me.” She turns to head into school.

“Original?” Chloé storms in front of Marinette to block her way with crossed arms and a dangerous scowl. “I am original! Everyone looks up to me! I’m original and exceptional and you’re just a ridiculous –”

“Oh, back off, Chloé,” says Alya from behind Chloé, her arms crossed. Marinette climbs to her feet. “Picking on Marinette is the least original thing about you. Although you are exceptional at being a bully.”

With a snarl, Chloé shoves Marinette out of her way as she storms up the stairs. Marinette shrieks and teeters on the edge of the step, then topples forward and would have cracked her head and ribs if not for Alya rushing to grab her.

“Um…thanks!” Marinette says with a sheepish grin. “Nice reflexes!”

Alya just smirks and pulls Marinette back to her feet. “I gotta have good reflexes with you around, girl. Love the bun, by the way.”

Marinette rolls her eyes with a grin as they head after Chloé at a more sedate pace.

“Marinette!”

Marinette and Alya pause at the top of the steps to let Nino catch up. Before Marinette can react, Nino’s throwing his arms around her and saying, “Thanks again for getting Reine Nuit to take me to see Luka, dude.”

Marinette smiles as warmth blossoms in her belly. “Of course, Nino. I’m glad she could help.”

“Sorry, wait, what exactly am I missing?” Alya says with her hands on her hips.

“Never mind,” Marinette says as Nino releases her. “Just something I did for Nino.”

The three of them head inside for class as the bell rings, Alya pestering Nino for details the whole way there. They’re the last ones into the room, which has erupted in drama with half their classmates on one side and the other half on the other side. Only Chloé’s sitting separate from the drama, painting her nails with a scowl.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Alya says.

“My last video got nuked for graphic violence,” Adrien says sullenly. “Again. I’m losing subscribers because people don’t see the point in sticking around for someone whose videos keep getting taken down.”

“Uh, I can help you make your own blog,” Alya says. “Then you can post whatever. Why didn’t you ask me before?”

“It didn’t occur to me!” Adrien’s eyes start to sparkle. “You’d do that for me, Alya?”

“Yes, yes, because I am a kind and gracious queen.” Alya sits down next to Adrien and pulls out her laptop.

“I get the feeling that’s not what the drama is about,” Marinette says. She’s immediately confronted by Alix, whose eyes are narrowed at her.

“Which team are you on?” Alix demands. Marinette blinks.

“Um…what?”

“Which. Team?” Alix says. She jabs her thumb at the people on Adrien’s side of the room. “Those losers think that Ladrien is where it’s at. But we are dedicated LadyNuit fans.”

“Ladrien? LadyNuit?” Marinette stares at Nino, who just shrugs.

“Ship names!” Rose chirps from the LadyNuit side. “Ladybug with Reine Nuit, or Ladybug with Adrien!”

“Wait, as in…romantic?” Nino says.

“Oh, come on!” Ivan says. “Adrien’s always running after Ladybug! And she’s always saving him! He’s the Lois Lane to her Superman!”

“Yes, there is an eighty six percent chance of Ladybug and Adrien eventually realising their feelings for each other within the next year, what with their obvious fondness for each other,” Max says, adjusting his glasses. “LadyNuit only ranks at –”

“Excuse you, but Reine Nuit is Ladybug’s partner,” Juleka says. “They’d die for each other. They’ve always got each other’s backs.”

“You weren’t there when they kissed!” Kim boasts. “But I was!”

Marinette freezes as ice coats her insides. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Alya’s cheeks darken furiously. “K-Kissed?” she says.

“Yep!” Kim slides down to the front of the room and slings an arm around Marinette, no doubt thinking that he can lure her to the LadyNuit side. “When I was Dark Cupid and hit Ladybug with an arrow! Reine Nuit kissed her to break the spell after destroying my akuma so she could use Miraculous Ladybug!”

“Because true love defeats hate!” Rose squeals, bouncing up and down.

“It could be platonic love,” Mylène pipes up. “There’s no reason why Reine Nuit’s platonic feelings wouldn’t break the spell.”

As her classmates argue, a dazed Marinette sits down in her usual seat. Nino sits with her, since Alya is currently helping Adrien establish his new blog.

“The Ladyblog!” Alya declares, waving her hands. “It’s perfect!”

“But I like being called Ladybugreste,” Adrien sulks.

“Just use that as your pen name,” Alya says. “And Nino can make up his own name. Duh. Look, you can livestream and upload videos and pictures and posts – I can handle the blog posts, by the way, since I’m the journalist around here – and fans can interact with you and – it’s gonna be so cool!”

“You’re just living vicariously through me, aren’t you?” Adrien says.

“Of course,” Alya grins. “If I can’t be the Ladyblogger then I’ll just have to settle for leading the school blog and nudging my little sunshine apprentice who got in first.”

“Good morning, class!” calls a voice over the din. Everyone immediately shuts up and scrambles to their seats, saying good morning to Ms Bustier as they do so. Alya and Nino switch their seats back in the chaos.

“LadyNuit and Ladrien?” Marinette hisses to Alya, who just shrugs.

“I’m personally on team LadyNuit.”

“Alya!”

.

Apparently, today is their year’s work experience today at Le Grand Paris, although Marinette can’t be sure if she’d just forgotten this or if she’d been actively trying to block it out. The latter seems more likely when their class arrives at the hotel and not only are Alya and Marinette assigned trash sorter and gopher as jobs respectively, but Chloé’s job is specifically to hang around an uncomfortable Adrien and cling to him. This is payback for the confrontation that morning, isn’t it?

“Wow!” Chloé gasps. An annoyed Marinette turns to see what Chloé’s so stunned over, only to feel her jaw drop to the floor at the sight of Jagged Stone walking into the hotel! Jagged Stone is here? Here?

“Mr Stone, welcome to Le Grand Paris Hotel!” André rushes to simper to Jagged Stone. “I am Mayor Bourgeois, the owner of this luxury establishment; in fact, the most luxurious in all of Paris! How might we serve you?”

“How d’you think?” Jagged Stone says in his British accent. Marinette giggles behind her hand. “I didn't just come here to admire your lobby.”

“Jagged would like to check into your most luxurious suite,” says Jagged Stone’s assistant, a woman with bright purple hair that’s still not as bright as Jagged Stone’s.

“And Fang better get a real bathtub, not a tiny water hole like the one in that hotel across the street!” Jagged Stone adds.

“We have everything you need, Ms Fang,” André says to Jagged Stone’s assistant. “Even a state-of-the-art entertainment centre!”

“That’s Penny,” Jagged Stone says. “Fang’s me crocodile.”

André lets out a nervous little laugh at the sight of the collared crocodile at Jagged Stone’s feet. “Mr Stone, we have everything you require for your…Fang. Would he, um…enjoy a bubble bath?”

“Crocodiles don't like bubble baths. That dries their scales out!”

Marinette frowns at Fang as he trots around a large planter box to where a blond man is hidden with a camera. She nudges Alya and points.

“Oh no, not him again,” Jagged Stone groans when the blond man is frightened out of hiding by Fang.

“Remember me, Mr Stone?” the blond says. “Vincent Aza! Just one photo to show everyone in the world that we're best buds! Come on, please! I'm your biggest fan!”

“I know, you've been to my last thirty-six shows,” Jagged Stone snaps. “But we are not friends.”

When Vincent tries to take a photo with Jagged Stone, Penny promptly ejects him from the hotel. Once the stalker fan is gone, André personally escorts Jagged Stone, Penny, and Fang to their room, with Marinette and Ms Bustier following, although Marinette can’t figure out why she’s being dragged along. Not that she’s complaining when she gets to be in the same elevator as Jagged Stone!

“Mr Stone is going to need a new pair of shades for tonight's gig,” Penny says once Jagged is settling into his room by playing hoops with Fang. “Red, white, and blue, with two large Eiffel Towers on them. Can you get that for him?”

“Of course we can!” André says. “Marinette here is our gopher. She'll take care of that for you.”

“Huh?” Marinette says. André leans in to whisper in her ear.

“A gopher is an employee who goes for anything a customer needs. Anything at all. So, go ahead. Goph!”

With a sigh, Marinette trudges out of the room and leans against the wall. “How am I supposed to find those sunglasses?” she complains. “They don’t exist! Ugh, I knew Chloé was setting me up to fail.”

“Then don’t give her that satisfaction,” Tikki says, poking her head out of Marinette’s purse. “So what if they don’t exist? Get creative!”

Marinette gasps as an idea strikes. “You’re right, Tikki!” she says, speeding down the hallway. “Let’s go!”

Once at home, she rummages in her drawer until she finds an old pair of sunglasses, then pops the lenses out and gets to work. It takes the better part of an hour, but she manages to create a pair of sunglasses with two large Eiffel Towers over the lens holes in the French flag colours, and so she runs back to the hotel to deliver them. She’s gasping and panting as she hands them to Penny, who looks a little concerned for her wellbeing but promises to pass them on to Jagged Stone when he’s finished resting.

Just as Marinette’s about to enter the elevator to head back down for her next assignment, a bright flash of light bursts behind her. Her eyes widen at the sight of the bright blue and black figure standing in the doorway to Jagged Stone’s room, and she ducks into the elevator and cries, “Tikki, spots on!” Her work experience is going to have to wait a while. Hopefully she doesn’t fail from lack of effort in the meantime…

.

BONUS:

“I'd like to dedicate this song to the girl who saved my life!” Jagged Stone announces at his concert that night, wearing Marinette’s sunglasses, while everyone in Ms Bustier’s class minus Chloé cheers from the front row. “This one's for you, Ladybug!”

Best. Day. Ever.

[mysticalmusicwhispers]

APH France Headcanons: Les Champs-Élysées

Long post warning: basically what I think would happen if France was the singer of the song below, or what played out in real life that France didn’t mention in the song: (it’s in French with English subtitles. p.s. it’s a very good song even if you can’t understand the French, I don’t speak French and am not learning it either but please listen)

Another song musing! I think this one really fits and is PERFECT for modern day France, especially when he’s relaxed and not at a meeting/annoyed by England. I see him as a rather carefree person who always wears his heart on his sleeve, and would definitely fall in love on the street in a hopelessly romantic way just as the speaker in the song does. Also I’m now extremely convinced France’s voice would be the one in the song: deep, very smooth/suave, and very gentlemanly; exactly the type of person he is around strangers (pretty people especially). Of course, when around friends, I feel his personality would change until he’s /more/ like the canon, but some parts of him are still different (especially how in canon, he is extremely perverted? Like why is that a thing????)

Side note: according to wiki, one of France’s hobbies is SINGING: so now in my head this is going to be his theme song, forever and always.

Anyway, in the song, speaker falls in love with someone he just met wandering around the streets of Paris, proceeds to talk to /her/ (I interpret it as a her?) and it’s basically a daydream-y love story. This would DEFINITELY happen to France; I’d like to think on days off he’d just walk around Paris or wherever he is at the moment, and if someone catches his eye, he’d go up to them and start a conversation. The person wouldn’t have to necessarily be pretty (although that would just make him more interested); often times they’re doing something kind or sweet or seem filled with passion and goodwill, and he just instinctively wants to get to know them. Even if it’s just a person running a flower stand who’s so passionate and invested in what he/she does, he’d go up to them and start talking (and maybe even buy a few flowers).

I see him as totally smooth and flirty in a romantic kind of way, not exactly “you’re so hot want to come to my house for a little something?~” or something, but more like “ah- they say love finds you first, not the other way around, but I think I’ve found it this time” or "Today is a day fate has led me to you” or something (I’m horrible at flirting so insert romantic flirt here) If the person was good natured (tbh I feel like France’s type does not include introverted people) they’d probably take that as a good joke/compliment and it would open the door to an interesting and probably very long conversation. France is also stated in the wiki as having a “nice body” and “muscles ‘in the right places’ ”, so I don’t think it’d be very hard for someone to fall for him and start talking, or at least find his appearance attractive. I think he’d also be very good at getting people to talk or finding something in common that he shares with them, and it would lead to just talking on and on pleasantly. At worst, he’d get their number at the end; at best, he’d invite them on a surprise/impromptu date with him, maybe at an art gallery, restaurant, or even just a quiet afternoon wandering the streets, taking in the scenery, and getting to know each other.

Ok so the song says the two people, speaker and lover, go on a “date” of sorts, where he accompanies his lover to a meeting to make it more bearable. I can definitely see France doing this; at some point in the convo, the person he met let it slip that they had to go do some sort of god-awful thing they hated later in the day, and France offered to accompany them, so that they’d find it less of a chore. This probably includes somehow meeting people involved in his lover’s life (family, friends, weird coworkers, etc.): in my headcanons, France gets along with mostly everyone and would be able to make a good impression, probably getting everyone to laugh with him and ease into a friendly atmosphere. If it was the person’s family, he’d make fast friends with them in about 5 minutes, due to his charm and him being a very easygoing, easy to talk to guy (at least in my hc).

So they go, get whatever unpleasant thing it is done, and then France takes the person on a date, they sing, dance, have a good time, and then part. I think that the lover would be the one to leave first, not France, but France would definitely let them go on their way after a couple goodbyes. He “believes love is not something to be forced on others” (wiki) and would probably be satisfied in knowing the person he met has fallen for him as well. Wouldn’t be too clingy or desperate about leaving, probably would just say farewell with another romantic flirt and a blown kiss. I see France as a person who believes wholeheartedly in fate, and from his view, if fate has given him the chance to meet this amazing person, he will meet them again, no doubt about it.

Next morning, first thing France does is go to the spot he met them (just trusts that they’ll be there, even if they never agreed on a meeting spot) and lo and behold, his lover is there waiting for him too. France greets them, takes their hand, leads them to a spot he wants to show them, and it’s like a continuation of last night/afternoon. They’re both kinda dazed and dreamy, like they’re on a love high, and they continue to explore Paris I guess in the early morning (based on the song, it says the birds are all singing love but anyway like it’s probably the dawn song, I imagine the “orchestra” thing is just a metaphor for all the birds)

Side Note: I realized while making this that France is Apparently a Big Exception to my headcanons about nations falling in Love, which is here. Anyway in modern times, and probably in medieval/ancient times too, he’d probably “fall in love” left and right with humans (I still mostly stand by the fact nations don’t really fall in love with nations) but possibly another nation as well. France was young at the time, I think he’d still be a hopeless romantic even as a child; being young would just make him more /naive/ and prone to loving someone. However, "fall in love” is in quotes up there ↑ because he might have /infatuations/ with somebody, but only feel very attached to a select few. Those few include Joan of Arc, and maybe England as well, but I’d like to keep this blog mostly ship-free so the England part is up to you.

Ok yeah that’s it, my explanation of this song in Hetalia terms. I love the original song and bro someone please make an animation/animatic. Also I feel like I’m liking France as a character more and more, or at least my version of him. Still have to research what was up with France in medieval times to make my headcanons of his past. What do y’all think? Would France do this? Feedback is welcome!

[harryandmolly]

The Emancipation of Ginny ~ 1

summary: shawn and ginny could’ve ruined everything six months ago, and sticking together despite their past could make or break them now as ginny stays on as his personal assistant. but what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

warnings: Language, dental health vs. mental health, Longing (TM)

WC: 4.6k

“Shawn, gum.”

He shuffles over sheepishly and spits his sugar free Dentyne Ice into the garbage can with a metallic ping. He makes a face at her and turns away.

The morning doesn’t look much like morning. It’s so absolutely dark at 3:30am as they huddle in the Air Canada Maple Leaf lounge. There isn’t a single soul in there that doesn’t work for Andrew Gertler, so the team, a.k.a. Andrew himself, Shawn, Cez, Josiah, Brian, Jake and Ginny, are spread out over every available surface. Most of their cast of misfits is asleep. Andrew checks email on his phone, Jake is fighting a cold and snorts into a tissue every few minutes. Shawn and Ginny are the only others conscious.

The only reason they too haven’t passed out before their 5am flight to London is because Shawn has a call-in interview with a radio show in Paris. When they’re in full single promo mode like this, these kinds of squeezed operations are not uncommon. Ginny has to stay on the ball.

Maybe she’s nitpicky, but she just winces at the idea of some snotty Parisian gossip blog making comments about the tacky Canadian kid smacking his gum on air. It would get to Twitter, then Insta, then Tumblr, then god knows where else and she’d really rather just… not.

Shawn’s crisp, clear voice cuts through her fog as he tries to gamely repeat phrases in French (“vous les vous couchez… hey, don’t try to trick me, I know that one!”) for his beloved French listeners. Even at this ungodly hour, he can put on the charm when he needs to. And he rarely complains.

Ginny sighs, tipping her head onto her fist as her elbow props her up on the skinny arm of a terminal seat. She blinks slowly, listening to him laugh and try to pronounce French names as the fog takes her back.

+

Shawn and Andrew have fought time and circumstance for a week to sit down and have whatever this talk is about to be. Shawn leans forward in the armchair, sitting on his hands and bouncing his knees as Andrew wraps up his phone call. Before his thumb hits the “end call” button, Shawn is on him.

“So what’s up?” he chirps.

Andrew chuckles, exhausted. “Sorry, man. It’s been crazy.”

Shawn nods eagerly for him to proceed. Andrew eases into the chair across from him and rubs his stubbled chin. He smiles wearily, a man exhausted.

“I need some help, dude.”

Shawn’s gut lurches. Andrew’s never asked for his help before. Andrew doesn’t seem to need much of anyone’s help, the way Shawn sees it. Andrew’s his own personal superhero. Shawn’s eyes widen and he nods for him to continue.

“I mean, you’ve seen us lately. We haven’t had 45 seconds to catch up and get our heads on straight since before we started recording. Our world is changing. I think we have to expand to keep up.”

Shawn narrows his eyes and bobs his head again.

“I think we should bring on an assistant. A right hand for you to help you with all the stuff you don’t really need me for, you just need someone. Someone to help keep the schedule going, help with travel, deal with your personal stuff. Someone young who I can lean on too, and help train. Someone interested in artist management who I can help groom from the start of a career.”

Shawn shifts in his seat and sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help Andrew. It’s not even that he doesn’t think he needs a PA -- he accepts that he probably does. He just… the chemistry of the team is so good. He gets hesitant about adding new ingredients. He’s grown so very attached to his people and how they all work together.

He’s about to voice this concern when he looks up at Andrew, his partner, the guy who reached down and hauled him up from Vine and YouTube and gave him the best chance he’s ever had. Andrew, wizened and worn to the bone, though he wears it well. Shawn’s heart swells.

“Of course, yeah, dude.”

+

“Ok,” Andrew sighs, shifting his glasses against the bridge of his nose, “Security says there are about 40 girls outside.”

Ginny doesn’t have to look to see (or hear) Jake wince. Her nose twitches in response, displacing the little gold hoop in her septum. Shawn just nods like a quarterback taking direction from his coach.

“So, they’re gonna lend us a hand to get us out to the cars. I’ve got Shawn, Ginny and Jake. Cez, Josiah, Brian in car two. You’re heading for the hotel.”

“The party car,” Cez chuckles, raising his eyebrows at his travel buddies. Brian and Josiah agree with a laugh and start hauling their bags over their shoulders in preparation to sift through the crowd.

“Hey, what time is it?” Shawn murmurs from just above Ginny’s head. She’s sifting through texts from Tiffany about scheduling Shawn’s next fitting. She cracks a smile.

“You don’t have time, mate,” she answers softly, reading his mind.

Shawn wrinkles his nose. “Just to say hi. Take a group selfie?”

“Might be late as it is,” she grunts under the weight of the backpack she’s overstuffed. Shawn helps her with the other strap and adjusts it against her back with a tap.

“Ok,” he says. It’s a little despondent with a candy coating. Ginny knows the voice well.

“But we’re gonna have time after Grimmy to say hi to the fans outside the Beeb,” she adds as they begin stalking off down the corridor toward the hulking men in black jackets waiting to escort them out to arrivals’ ground transport.

That seems to perk Shawn up. She snickers at his change in demeanor and flicks at a curl over his forehead. He wriggles his fingers by her face, widening his eyes as he slowly reaches for her hair. She smacks his hand away with a gasp.

“You wouldn’t,” she gripes, drowned out by the resounding shrieks of some very happy British girls as the automatic doors slide open. Shawn wiggles his eyebrows and smirks at her for a moment before he converts it to a billion-dollar rockstar grin and a double-handed toddler wave.

Ginny keeps her head down. It’s easier this way. In the beginning, she thought engaging with the fans would be fun, and Andrew encouraged it at first, thought it would be a good way for her to feel welcomed into the team, but things got out of hand quickly. As the only female on Shawn’s travel team, interest heightened to a level that none of them could handle. After Ginny’s personal Instagram was hacked for the third time, they sat down and had a meeting about her pulling back and becoming a face in the crowd. It was the right thing for everyone. Plus, she’s always really hated the flashes of the paps. If she isn’t expected to be photographed, she slides away from them more easily.

Andrew gets into the passenger side of the first blacked out Range Rover. Shawn and Ginny climb into the back after Shawn throws out a few more waves and “THANK YOU!”s.

With his gaze down at his phone as he thumbs through Twitter, Shawn mumbles, “I don’t know what the fuck they were saying, but this is definitely the fun car.”

Ginny’s lips twitch. Shawn looks over. She giggles. He giggles back. Andrew smiles down at his phone.

+

Ginny stares with her top lip squeezed under her teeth. She forces her dry, cracked hands between her knees and blinks quickly.

“You know I’m sorry, Gin,” Hannah moans, sitting forward to plant her tiny dark hands on Ginny’s legs, urging her to look up at her.

“No, I know, listen, it’s fine. It was going to happen sometime,” Ginny reasons politely over the smashing of her heart against her ribs.

“But listen, this is better for you!” Hannah hisses, shaking Ginny like she does when she’s trying to get something through her thick head, “If you’d stayed with me forever, you’d never have grown, never have learned anything new. This way, you’ll have direct artist management experience. And Shawn Mendes is one of the biggest acts on the planet. This is invaluable.”

Ginny hears it all, and she knows Hannah is right. But it doesn’t make being fired by your best friend any easier.

Ginny Dresden and Hannah Dyer have been best friends since primary school when they were sat next to each other because they were the only two little girls of color in their class at the tiny posh school in Bedford Park. In the back of their classroom, they colored each other’s hands purple and planted them on construction paper, giggling when they realized even though Hannah’s skin was much darker, they made the same color handprint.

As children, they sang in choir after school until it was no longer cool and then they sang in Hannah’s basement and recorded each other for when they became famous someday.

Now, Ginny waits for the day those tapes will become useful. Because Hannah isn’t just famous, she’s practically iconic.

Hannah, at exactly the right place and the right time, was discovered singing (though underage) at a bar in Fulham and within a few months was signed to a contract with Sony. As her star rose, she took Ginny with her in the hopes that her oldest and dearest friend could explore the world with her and find where she belonged. So she put Ginny on the payroll and off they went.

For four years, they took the world by storm. Ginny was a regular star of Hannah’s Snapchats -- “I’m building your brand,” Hannah would tell her. Ginny was happy to be along for the ride and took an interest in artist management as she saw Hannah cycle through a few different ones, the good, the bad, the ugly.

And then came Marcus. Marcus is the keyboard player of a group called “Bend Daylight” that played the festival circuit with them two years ago. From that first day of Pukkelpop, Ginny knew, even if Hannah didn’t. Marcus was the one.

Hannah and Marcus were married last summer. Four months ago, Hannah announced her pregnancy. And it’s not like Ginny didn’t expect things to change, to slow down. She just didn’t expect to be let go completely. But Hannah wasn’t about to throw her out into the world empty handed. She had set up a gig for Gin through a friend of her manager’s who knew Andrew Gertler from Shawn Mendes’s team. Andrew wanted an experienced PA who was looking to be educated out of her position into artist management. It’s the perfect fit.

Ginny agrees to a meeting. Her hesitance is clear by the furrow in her brow. Hannah reaches across the coffee table and over her swelling belly to plant a kiss between her best friend’s eyes with a wet smack.

+

“... and you love it here in London, don’t you, Shawn?” spouts Nick Grimshaw in that brilliant Mancunian accent that always makes Ginny feel at home wherever she is in the world. As she sits in a seat against the wall watching Shawn and Grimmy volley banter back and forth live on BBC Radio 1, she feels Shawn’s eyes. She lifts her head from her notebook and smiles warmly.

“Yeah, yeah I do, I really love it. I’ve thought about getting a place out here, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” quips Grimmy, leaning into the mic that he’s gripping with his bony fingers, “Where would you look?”

“Ahhh, I dunno,” Shawn begins, again looking to Ginny, who raises her eyebrows and shrugs as if to say, ‘you’re on your own, pal.’ Grimmy picks up on the gesture.

“Does Ginny have a say in this?” Grimmy laughs, his grin wide and toothy. Ginny shuts her notebook and sits up, shaking her head.

“Ginny, my assistant, she’s from Bedford Park in West London,” Shawn explains proudly, a smile in his voice, “So her vote would be somewhere over there, I’d guess.” He glances to Ginny for confirmation.

Ginny rises from her chair and steps toward the mic Grimmy is waving her toward. A producer hands her headphones. Ginny props her hands on the desk and leans down toward the mic, eyeing Shawn.

“I’d want you to get a posh bachelor pad in Mayfair for us to rage at, actually,” Ginny jokes, winking at Grimmy. Shawn rolls his eyes as Grimmy cheers, “way-hays,” and chants “lads, lads, lads!” Ginny joins him.

“Yeah, definitely my style,” Shawn snarks, lifting his chin at Ginny, who shrugs and settles back in her seat.

“Nice that your team knows their way around, though,” Grimmy concedes with a final smile toward Ginny before he gets back down to business.

“So, this new single…”

+

As things work out, ever so bizarrely, as is the norm in the Mendes camp, Shawn and Ginny’s first meeting is for a flight from Toronto to New York. By themselves. It’s circumstantial -- Andrew left earlier for New York for a few meetings and Shawn stayed behind in Toronto for his dad’s birthday. Jake, Josiah and the rest of the squad are absent for various reasons, so it’s just… Shawn and Ginny.

“How do I know what she looks like?” Shawn mutters to Andrew on the phone, knowing Andrew won’t judge him for his anxiety over this, as his car pulls up to departures.

“She’s tall. Like, really tall. Just… oh, hey Mike, can you wait up for a second? Hey… yeah, hi, sorry Shawn, just look for a tall, beautiful black woman with a septum piercing. I gotta go. Safe flight. Call me when you land.”

He hangs up before Shawn can say anything else.

Shawn’s gotten over his hangups about bringing on a new team member. He’s had a phone interview with her to make sure he didn’t hear anything crazy in her voice. And he trusts Andrew’s judgment the way he trusts that of his parents. All that remains now is the awkwardness of meeting someone new that’s meant to wait on you day in and day out as their profession. And she’s a tall, beautiful black woman? Why couldn’t they have hired a dude? A scruffy, old dude who Shawn didn’t have to worry about growing close to?

Andrew said she’d be waiting by the Air Canada check-in counters. When Shawn walks through the doors to the airport flanked by a couple security guys in lieu of Jake, he sees one person pacing back and forth in front of the counters on the phone, rolling a sleek red hard-covered suitcase that was absolutely silent as she tugged it around.

It seems almost everything about her Andrew had mentioned was an understatement. She’s tall. Yeah, she’s fuckin’ tall. She’s at least 5’11” but the height of her hair adds at least a few more inches. Shawn doesn’t often interact with women as tall as he is. So that’s new.

And beautiful. Yeah. Also probably undersold her a little.

She’s lithe and thin in that yoga-doing way. She’s wearing leggings that crop at her ankles and show off a truly stunning pair of legs, paired with a plain white t-shirt and a worn old jean jacket, the kind that even the most hipster store couldn’t replicate the cool of. Her hair is a bouncing, living whirl of tight, pencil thin curls that don’t have an ounce of frizz, somehow. She’s got a pair of aviators tucked up in there behind her ears. She doesn’t look to be wearing any makeup beyond a striking red lip color that makes Shawn lick his. Her face is angular but warm with a sweet little nose and a little dip in the center of her chin that reminds him of his own. Her eyes are a dark, clear brown and look like the kind of eyes that reflect every thought in her beautiful head.

Shawn’s chest deflates. He pastes on a friendly smile and tries not to imagine how complicated this could get.

+

“Shawn, gum!” Ginny calls from the back of the group of troops heading out from the Radio 1 building to greet the fans waiting outside.

Shawn raises a swallow-emblazoned hand and waves it at her as a thank you. She watches as he darts out from the pack to spit his gum into a bin and fall back in line. Ginny hears when they come into view of the crowd because it starts with a collective gasping of teenage breath and becomes a steadier, louder wail that Ginny knows well by now.

Jake looks to Ginny for a nod. She gives it. He shadows Shawn as he strolls over to meet and greet them, taking selfies, doling out hugs, signing and signing until he looks down at his pen with a frown. Before Jake can even look back to Ginny, she’s got a fresh Sharpie at the ready and hands it off to Jake, who hands it to Shawn. The minor interruption is noticed only by Andrew, who grins at the efficiency and shakes his head.

Thank god for Ginny Dresden. He thinks it to himself at least once a day now.

The crowd is only barely dissipating as it becomes time to wrap up. Ginny glances down at her watch and back up at Jake for the nod. Jake nods back and leans into Shawn for the heads up. Shawn does his bowing and praying hands as he backs away from the reaching, grabbing hands. Cameras flash. Ginny ducks her head. They pack themselves into the Rover for the next stop, a dinner at the Connaught Bar with some Island Records people who want to celebrate the new single, “Against the Noise.”

Shawn drops into the seat next to hers with a heaving sigh. She fights her instinct to dip her head onto his shoulder and snuggle into him. Instead, she smiles gently.

“You good?” she hums.

Shawn blinks over at her sleepily. He nods, “‘m good.”

+

What do I even say? Ginny wonders, trying not to look up at him from her Spotify, but he’s got one of those faces that’s hard to look away from. She knew, obviously, that he was criminally good looking, but Hannah neglected to warn her how overwhelming he is in person. She wants to put her nose right up against his jaw just to feel how sharp it is. What a weird instinct. She blinks hard to rid herself of the notion.

They’re in business class. He’s got his recliner out and is drumming his fingers against his thigh that Ginny’s also trying not to look at because his black jeans look like they’ve been painted the fuck on and his quads are magnificent and she would know because she’s got a very fine pair herself from yoga and pilates.

They’ve been in the air for 20 minutes. The fasten seatbelt sign just went off. Shawn has free WiFi because he probably has enough Air Canada miles to, well, buy Air Canada so he’s looking through his phone. He generously shared his code with her but it got lost somewhere between his big hazel-ish eyes and soft pouty lips and Ginny’s ears. She was too shy to ask for it again, so she pulled out her book instead.

She didn’t have to do this last time, the bonding thing. She and Hannah had been so bonded they were practically attached. But Shawn is essentially her new boss, though she’s technically employed by AG Artists, and she needs to make a good impression.

She’s studying a pathetic mental list of small talk starters that really should be longer given the British peoples’ propensity for chat when Shawn pipes up out of nowhere.

“Hey, where did you get that suitcase from? The red one?”

She looks up from her tragic cuticles and sees him looking at her curiously. Did his eyes get bigger? Warmer? Sweeter? Fuck.

“It’s a Victorinox,” she spits out, “It’s a great case. Super durable. And light. And the wheels are--”

“They’re like, silent,” Shawn interrupts, his voice hushed like he’s talking about magic.

Ginny smiles slowly and a giggle rises up from deep in her chest. And Shawn thinks maybe that really is magic.

+

Ginny likes the idea of the guerilla bookstore acoustic set better than the reality of it.

The planning was a headache. She and Andrew have been on the phone for a month planning it with the label -- which bookstore would get the honor? Exactly when? What would security be like? Would they drop hints? Would they do a treasure hunt? Would Ginny like to design and manage to execute the treasure hunt from a continent away? Please and thank you.

But Shawn’s excited. So she’s excited.

They crawl out of the Range Rover and traipse over slick pavement into the back entrance of the Waterstones in Piccadilly. Ginny picked it for practical reasons -- they agreed to the contract with the label, their chain could handle the security, it was a central location.

But Ginny’s grandmother used to take her here as a little girl and pick out books every third Sunday of each month like clockwork. She told Shawn this in a hushed voice beside a flickering candle at a business dinner in Century City a few weeks ago as he smiled and gushed over what a great idea it was, how sweet that she planned it to be there.

“It’s always nice to be home with you, Gin.”

+

Shawn runs the pad of his thumb along the sleek cut of her jaw. He doesn’t worry like he used to about getting her lipstick all over him. He’s living proof that it really is very long wearing. Instead he focuses on drawing out that sweet little noise from the back of her throat that he’s obsessed with.

Ah, god, there it is. It’s so perfect.

Just as soon as he gets it out of her, she pulls away. He grunts and chases her down, pinning his lips to her cheekbone. His fingers trail the seam of her jeans on the outside of her hip while he listens to her pant.

“We’re telling Andrew today. Or it’s done.”

Shawn swallows and he worries for a second his tongue will go down with it. He backs off her cheek and licks his lips with a firm nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, ok.”

It’s Ginny that spearheads the sit down. Andrew doesn’t even look surprised when Shawn reaches over for her hand mid-shaky explanation that they’ve been working together six months now, and they know maybe it’s unconventional, maybe it seems like a bad idea, but this is how they feel and they want to pursue it.

Ginny, to her credit, is not a shrinking violet about it. Her jaw is set, but her eyes are as warm and welcoming as ever. Andrew slumps into his chair and removes his glasses to rub his face.

“Guys…” he groans through his hands, “The thing is, I can’t tell you no. And I can no sooner kick Ginny off the team. Both of those things will lead to immediate chaos. And… and Shawn will be miserable.”

Shawn lifts his eyes from Ginny’s blunted round fingernails.

“I am trusting you both to be adults. Please, god, please don’t make me regret it. If this runs its course, it cannot explode in our faces. We cannot afford that. So if you’re doing this, do it smart. What the fuck am I saying? You’re in love. There’s nothing smart about it. Just… try to minimize casualties.”

He stalks off with his phone. Shawn and Ginny hold each other’s limp fingers, dumbfounded.

Ginny glances over. Shawn meets her gaze. She lifts her eyebrows. He lifts the corner of his mouth.

“Ok.”

+

Shawn’s smile is glorious after he plays a set, any set for anyone. He could be in a field playing an acoustic for the three blind mice and he’d be beaming like he just got offstage at Madison Square Garden. It’s beautiful. And it’s addictive.

Ginny follows him closer than usual as they leave the bookstore. Her general rule is to trail around the back of Shawn’s entourage. Any time she was photographed within five feet of him, they’d hear about it. But tonight, after he played under an arch where she used to curl up with the Chronicles of Narnia and the Series of Unfortunate Events, it’s harder to stay away.

She indulges the whim and walks beside him through the hoard of paparazzi flashing their cameras and hollering “Shawn! Oi, Shawn!” for a glance from the wonderboy. He notices her presence and offers a subtle smile, a moment he hopes won’t be plastered across the front page of The Sun in the morning. Perhaps that’s naive. But he doesn’t actually care that much right now.

They climb into the car, finally on the way to the hotel. Shawn sits back and tilts his head against the headrest, watching the Thames go by.

Ginny shifts and slides something out of her back pocket. Shawn hears plastic and foil crackling.

“Shawn, gum?”

He turns to see her holding a packet of sugar free Dentyne Ice. He grins.

+

“Please,” he begs, voice shaky with unshed tears, “Please don’t leave. Please. I know it’s fucking unfair to ask. I hate myself a little. I really do. But, fuck, please, I can’t do it without you, Gin. Not because… because I’d forget to fuckin’ put on pants in the morning if you didn’t tell me to, but because you’re… Jesus Christ, you’re my best friend. I can’t lose you like this.”

The conversation the night before had been quick and so, so painful. It had to be, coming out of nowhere like that. Ginny was blindsided, having woken up naked under him in the morning with his lips on her ear only to shuffle off to her own hotel room for the first time in two months because he wanted to focus on his career and their relationship had become… too distracting.

She really can’t blame him for that, she supposes. Things had gotten pretty mad. They were obsessed with each other, refused to spend even a few hours away. It was easily negotiable, given that he was the artist and she was his personal assistant. But the energy around them for those two months, it was like an overstretched coil waiting to snap and send the whole team back to 14th century Verona for a full-on Romeo and Juliet scenario.

Snap it did. Ginny was packing quietly in a daze, ready to tell Andrew she was leaving, that she was sorry, but that he’d made the choice. Instead Shawn knocked on her door and she let him in like she always had.

Ginny’s dry cheeks sting with her tears. She sniffs and toes at the floor, locking her arms over her chest. “Don’t really want to leave, you know,” she murmurs, “This is a good opportunity for me. I’m learning a lot.”

“So don’t leave,” Shawn pleads, lurching forward. She adjusts, taking a step back. Shawn notices and shivers, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t leave. Stay. I think we can do it. I honestly think we can. We were best friends first, remember?”

She remembers. She remembers being in love with her best friend until that first night in Germany where he kissed her under the table in the Hofbrauhaus and they didn’t turn back.

Until now.

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[kagamin3ko]

important rant

so its a ranting about differents topics

I saw a lot of people talking about how communism is awful and harmful (like for example a friend back when i was hospitalized at the clinic castelviel) and a lot of people on internet they often refers to what they heard of stalinism but im referring about the ideology of Marxism and Leninism

What is harmful is the huge gap between richs and poors and it leads to that, i like the ideology of communism, after if it can works in practice its another subject (very controversial and i may not be the best to talk about that matter)

Like in France they continue lowering the aids for poors and cutting the helps (like for example in health for the handiccaped, the family of autistic people/autistics people that directly touches my family or even less and less medicaments are being reumbursed by the security social) and increasing the aids for richs (like they werent enough full of money and needed more) and higher the taxes for the poors and lower those of the richs (lowering the weath tax) ((like my dad says: stealing from the poors to give to the richs: reverse peter pan))

Seeing all these people in misery like in Toulouse and even in smaller city there more and more! That’s heartbreaking, infuriating and unfair ! 

and there you have people who say bullbull like “those people doesnt even work they searched it its their fault they are without home if they would work they wouldnt be there”, well you know what? I wish you to be in their misery starving in the cold or heat, maybe you wouldnt be spitting hateful bullshit like that.”they profit allowance so they have money without working they are lazy” they wouldnt be in that misery if that was true you dumbdumb. And you know i even heard worse! 

Inform yourself before repeating dumbly what you saw in the media or heard, don’t slallow it like that, you think the medias are objective? they are controlled by your government and your ruler, have some critical mind! cross the informations check the sources cross the sources and proof! Inform yourself before repeating, you’re making it worse by repeating and it’s influencing the mass, the collective consciousness, you may not realize it but its harmful! there are so much people like that and it really shows sadly!

And another things like “immigrants steal our jobs!” (and some even say “they also steal “our women” and they are dangerous and harmful” how dumb can you be? and how full of hate and bullshit can you be?? the persons on top are suppressing your jobs your allowances and making profits from it making tax frauds stealing money from the state without being punished by the law thanks to their power and wealth and you blame those who are in the misery, but its what they want you to believe and its sadly working!

Also islamophobia bullshit that paints muslims like savage murderer and the evil, no! the murderers and evil is not there, looks better who is full of hatred and evil.

And “the demonstrator are violents and dangerous” we saw people manifasting pacifically being beaten up by forces of law and CRS and its not from today at all, and there are videos so you can’t say its not real, these are facts. like some example from my country Gaspard Glanz made a middle finger to the CRS and got beaten up and arrested while (when its the crs who make middle finger its ok). someone who got a tear gas canister in his backpack were seriously harmed and im not spilling false fact you can check these again inform yourself  (its in french)

https://www.lexpress.fr/actualite/societe/paris-un-manifestant-grievement-blesse-par-une-grenade-lacrymogene_1802420.html

https://www.facebook.com/LEDOUAISIEN/videos/quand-gaspardglanz-fait-un-doigt-dhonneur-%C3%A0-un-policier-cest-un-outragemais-quan/537176063473076/

and there is sadly so much other incidents

my dad told me about some arms of the CRS and its shocking

 https://www.lemonde.fr/les-decodeurs/article/2019/01/31/de-quelles-armes-sont-equipees-les-forces-de-l-ordre-en-manifestation_5417097_4355770.html

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 what infuriate me too and i mention it a little above is how rich people with power or just rich people cant get away with anything, like tax frauding, rape, pedophilia,crime in general (and i have a personal example in my own family its awful my little sister got raped 2 years ago and the jerk took advantage of her disabilities and autism aka her not being conscious of the danger and being easily manipulated which make the crime even worse, well you know what because that old disgusting jerk was rich and my parents exhausted worned out overwhelmed by the events couldnt even come at the end of the legal procedure he got away with nothing some precisions my sister were 17 at the time and he was more than 60 and he lives near my family home, imagine how stressful it can be for my parents to know the rapist is that near while my sister is always wondering around without considering the dangers, and my parents even are feeling guilty imagine all the damages and how traumatizing, my rant here is about the unfairness of the law and the corruption that leads to disgusting people getting away with nothing thanks to their wealth and power and there is so many awful cases like that talking about that one because it directly concern my sister and us her family

sorry if i made typos or grammar mistakes i wrote while i almost didnt slept that night and my treatments even got increased so it heavy on me im really tired i dont even know how i typed all that what my brain is slow because of the med

but it feels great to talk about these important matters it needs to be done even if with my small blog it will unfortunately go unnoticed

and there is more that infuriate me but im too stoned to continue for now maybe i will do this kind of rant about the functionment of psychiatry, of public hospitals the way they treat patients (especially for the eating disorder since its the motive of all my hospitalisation since 2012/2013) and also the matter of the lack of help for families with autistic children/autistic people 

you can reblog if you noticed these things too and are infuriatting by them too

[ncityzen]

i was tagged by @mintchocfringe a good while ago and i forgot about it only to be tired today and find it and tell myself why not be annoying. thank you!!!

Rules: tag ten followers you want to get to know better!

Star Sign: aries, born on the first day of the sign, i was supposed to be born earlier and my mum was sad i wasn’t a pisces like her, disappointing the family since birth i guess

Height: 160 cm which is around 5′3 i think idk

Put your iTunes/ Spotify playlist on shuffle ; what’s the first 4 songs that pop up?

this is all kpop because we stick to a theme in this blog

1) DAY6 - Shoot me

2) Pentagon - Shine

3) DAY6 - Hunt

4) SHINee - View

Grab the book nearest to you and turn to page 23. What’s line 17?

“Ces différences apparaissent clairement si l’on compare les (documents des archives officielles à ceux des archives d’éditeurs clandestins)”

i included the rest of the sentence in brackets because otherwise it makes no sense. it’s french and it’s about the history of publishing and books in france so yeah a subject beloved by absolutely everyone

Ever had a poem or song written about you?

sfjdlsk well i’ve had like maybe a couple poems written about me by my friends when we were like ten for my birthday and stuff. not to brag but i’ve had many spring metaphors thrown at me (both because of my date of birth and my obvious spring charms obviously definitely the latter)

When was the last time you played air guitar ?

i don’t think i play air guitar that much??? what i do is play any-surface-piano, i used to practice my pieces a lot like that when i couldn’t play and it’s now a habit of mine, possibly an annoying one 

Who is your celebrity crush?

i feel like as i grow older i’ve started giving up on crushes altogether real fictional attainable unattainable also i’m totally not in love with a kpop guy at all not at all i’ve never said that any time at all and there’s no need to type that name here

Sound you hate and a sound you love?

that’s very typical but i hate the sound of things scratching on blackboards and stuff you know the one, and any sound at all that wakes me up in the morning

i love the sound of moon taeil’s voice in any situation at all, also the sound of jung jaehyun singing a whole new world even though i may look like i’m in pain when i listen to it

Do you believe in ghosts?

not really tbh but i’m also not super convinced of their non-existence so i don’t really know 

How about aliens?

not the hollywood alien of course but there has to be life somewhere out there. i do believe in lee taeyong though.

Do you drive? If so have you crashed ?

the thought of driving terrifies me quite a bit so no i don’t, i’m not even good at mario kart 

What was the last book you read?

Poetry and the police: communication networks in 18th century Paris by Robert Darnton, a book i’m sure everyone is incredibly interested in, no but really it’s actually good (unlike Rousseau’s Confessions which i’m reading now and i want to smack him in the head and see if his egocentricity gets cured please pray for him)

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

i used to like it as a kid but it also made me feel nauseous and that’s how i learned that the things you love can hurt you 

What was the last movie you saw ?

i finally watched the handmaiden like two weeks ago i think!!

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i’ve always been a very cautious person, my body fucks up all the time for me already so it’s not like i should give it more reasons to do so, i don’t think i’ve ever had any bad physical injury???

Do you have any obsessions right now?

not really but if i go to the supermarket tomorrow and buy chocolate/nutella/cookies/anything of that kind you can change that answer

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

i forgive everyone pretty quickly tbh (which maybe i shouldn’t do???) but i always remember what they’ve done to upset me and then my brain decides to remind me every now and then to make me feel unloved that’s how we live in erola’s body

In a relationship?

well not to brag or anything but i have talked to at least one boy today to thank him for holding the door for me i mean....that’s basically married already

i’m only going to tag @moonrisn and @breathlessdays just because i don’t know much about you guys so do it if you want to!! (or not!!) also @cafemuji but only because you’re back and i wanted to say hi sdkjfls so you can ignore this

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Modeling And The Tragedy Of Karen Mulder

The news that '90s supermodel Karen Mulder was arrested in Paris for making death threats to her plastic surgeon could be written off as, at worst, a punchline, or at best, the latest expression of an unbalanced woman's erratic behavior.

Karen Mulder was a blonde 5'10" Dutch teenager who shot to fame after a friend sent in pictures of her to the Elite agency's famous Elite Model Look competition. Within two years, Mulder had given up high school to work full-time for clients like Valentino, Giorgio Armani, Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent, and Versace. She made the covers of British Vogue, Italian Vogue, and various international editions of Elle, among many other magazines. At 21, she bagged a multimillion-dollar multiyear contract with Guess? She was picked as one of Peter Lindbergh's iconic gaggle of leather-clad biker supermodels in American Vogue in 1991, when DUMBO was still thought of as a little dangerous.

That's Mulder second from the right, between Stephanie Seymour and Naomi Campbell. Her career, still managed by Elite, flourished through the 1990s. Mulder capitalized on her wholesome look with commercial gigs, like her two appearances in Sports Illustrated's Swimsuit Edition, and she became a Victoria's Secret model. There was a Karen Mulder doll, made by Hasbro. Mulder dated a racecar driver, she dated Prince Albert II of Monaco, she dated a real-estate developer named Jean-Yves Le Fur. They broke up, but it was still Le Fur who picked her up off the floor of her Paris apartment and called the ambulance in the winter of 2002, after Mulder attempted suicide by overdosing on pain pills.

The suicide attempt and the coma she would lie in for two days following it came after Mulder had told the press, "From the beginning, I hated being photographed. For me, it was just an assumed role, and in the end, I didn't know who I really was as a person. Everybody was saying to me, 'Hi, you're fantastic.' But inside, I felt worse from day to day." It came after she laid a formal rape complaint in France against Prince Albert. It came after she said, "My job distracted me from my worries. It enabled me not to be myself, to pretend I was someone else." It came after a notorious appearance on French television where her various claims — that men at Elite had raped her, that she had been coerced into having sex to garner better contracts, that Elite had used her and other models as sex slaves in a ring that extended through the top echelons of French society, implicating politicians, members of the police, and other top officials, that her own father had raped her, that she had been sexually abused by a family friend from the age of 2, that she had been hypnotized and raped, kidnapped and raped, and raped some more — were regarded as so potentially libelous that France 2 not only never aired the segment, but destroyed the master tape. No matter: In a series of more-or-less coherent magazine interviews, Mulder repeated most of her accusations, and added that her agency had encouraged her to use cocaine and heroin. She told the Daily Mail, "They tried to turn me into a prostitute because they thought it would be so easy. I was raped by two bookers. I reported them and they were fired. Another time I was shut in the office of [a high-profile man from the modeling world] for a whole day. All these people who betrayed me I used to love very much. Then I realized how big the conspiracy was. It brought in the government and police, who both used Elite girls. People have tried to kidnap and poison me." 

Her suicide attempt came after she was packed off to Montsouris hospital and heavily sedated for five months of treatment for depression and anxiety. (Gerald Marie, the head of Elite Paris and one of the men Mulder had accused of raping her, paid.) It came after Marie was filmed on hidden camera by the BBC trying to give a 15-year-old model £300 for sex, and bragging of how many entrants to the Elite Model Look competition — average age 15 — he was going to sleep with that year. It came after Mulder's attempt at a crossover music career resulted in the release of a cover of "I Am What I Am", which peaked at number 13 on the French pop charts in the summer of 2002. It was after recanting all her rape accusations, and explaining that she was in fact dealing with the aftermath of childhood sexual abuse and had "gone overboard," that the former supermodel tried to kill herself. Since emerging from hospital, and until her arrest yesterday, Mulder has kept a low profile. 

How a woman like Mulder, one of those people who journalists are always quick to say "has it all," could fall so far, so fast is not really the question that commands interest here. We all know this story: it's got drugs in it, and predatory older men, and very young women, and the abject self-consciousness of the individual whose worth is in her pictures. It's always more or less the same story, even if Mulder, with her recantations and paranoid stories of kidnapping and poison at the hands of a shadowy "they," isn't always its most credible narrator. It's the story of Wallis Franken, of Ruslana Korshunova, of Katoucha Niane.

It's the story presented in a 60 Minutes segment from 1988 that reported, according to author Ian Halperin, "about the many models who had been drugged, raped, and sexually harassed by the world's top agency owners." (Halperin characterized the segment as "shocking.") It's the story of the BBC's undercover documentary of Elite executives offering to pimp out their models for drugs. (This was seen as "alarming" and "surprising.") It's the story models like Sena Cech are telling when they talk about being coerced into sex by photographers and clients at castings and on the job. (These accounts, and model Sara Ziff's documentary that provides one vehicle for them, were described in the Observer by writer Louise France as both "shocking" and "surprising.")

What amazes even more than how little the story actually differs from telling to telling, how fundamentally the same its elements remain, is our capacity for disbelief. It takes a certain dedication to one's own credulity to insist on being "surprised," "alarmed" and "shocked" by a situation that has been the subject of interest from such under-the-radar media venues as 60 Minutes going back a generation. As a culture, we have so far managed, through every news story and blog post and exposé, to maintain an innocence of the realities of the modeling industry that is almost touching. Or nearly culpable.

Our persistent willingness to be taken aback by the notion that wealthy, powerful, older men, when left in charge of a younger, poorer, female workforce, might generally act as something less than gentlemen, is testament to the power the multibillion-dollar fashion industry wields as an expert creator of narratives. It's this attitude of disbelief that allows agency directors to claim they had no idea some of their models were using cocaine and that some of their bookers were dealing it to them, or that some photographers like to sleep with models and some bookers encourage models to go along with it. Our endless capacity for shock is what gets Karen Mulder sedated and lets Gerald Marie retain, to this day, his position as head of Elite Paris.

 The longer we keep up our charade of disbelief, the less the industry will change. One of the most chilling scenes in Sara Ziff's documentary, Picture Me, didn't make the final cut. A model was talking about a photo shoot that took place she was 16, with what Ziff has described as "a very, very famous photographer, probably one of the world's top names." When the girl left the studio to go to the bathroom between shots, the photographer cornered her in the hall. Then he started touching her dress. "But you're used to this," Ziff reported he said. "People touch you all the time. Your collar, or your breasts.

 It's not strange to be handled like that." Then the world-famous photographer put his hand to her crotch and forced his fingers into her vagina. The teenager, who had never even kissed anyone before, just froze and waited for the man to walk away. They finished the shoot, and she never told anyone. The day before the New York premiere, she begged for the scene to be cut.

 But more and more models are speaking out. (I have.) If only we can dispense with our "shock" at what they have to say, perhaps this is an industry where some realistic chance for improvement remains.

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Les Misérables: Part II, Book IV - Part III, Book VIII

Once again, I'm great at reading and bad at posting updates about it. I can consistently manage one thing on my blog--book reviews--and everything else gets fit in at random. I'm still reading Les Misérables regularly, and I just finished the Marius section this week so it seemed like a good time to post an update (although last month would have been better). This is slightly over half the book, which I'm really excited about because that means I'm slightly ahead of my schedule, and the prognosis is good for actually finishing it before the year is over.

Somewhere a while ago, I was starting to warm up to this book and actually look forward to reading it, and then I hit a bunch of dry sections including Terrifying Nuns & Their Living Habits, and the warm feelings went away. I've never had a book go so far in either direction as far as my feelings about it. Sometimes I can barely get through a section, and other times I'm completely drawn into the plot and the characters. I feel like there's probably a better way to balance this, but I don't know what it is. Maybe there's just no way to make boring historical things less boring. (In the novel's defense, history has never been my subject.) In those sections, I typically feel like I need another book just to explain to me what it is Hugo's getting at. There are probably some really good companion books out there, so I'm open to suggestions if you've read one.

"The bishop had taught him the meaning of virtue; Cosette had now taught him the meaning of love."

It's difficult not to love Jean Valjean as a character, and the contrast set up between him and Javert is one of the best I've ever seen in literature. Valjean is an ex-convict, but he's pretty much always the most (or the only) morally good character on the page. Javert is a police inspector, but he's so rigidly committed to the law that morality escapes him sometimes. He's the danger of a doctrine that only sees in black and white. The chase scene when Javert first discovers Valjean's identity is very tense. I wished the narrative hadn't moved away from describing Valjean and Cosette's relationship over the years in more depth. The next time we see them, a lot of time has passed.

Things pick up again with the introduction of Marius and Les Amis de l'ABC. I found Marius easy to identify with, since he's like a lot of academics I know. We're terribly committed to whatever theory has caught our attention lately, have difficulty resurfacing from our books, and have absolutely zero chill when the person we like is nearby. I nearly died laughing in the chapters where he walks by Cosette (again and again and again) and basically acts like a super-kook whenever she's around. Hello, my name is Marius. I am a Dork Fish extraordinaire. Except he'd never make it past hello, as most dork fish do not. If that isn't my college love life in a nutshell, I don't know what is.

I'm still having trouble distinguishing all the members of Les Amis de l'ABC. In typical Hugo fashion, they're introduced in great detail and then not mentioned again for two hundred pages. Alice and I were making each other laugh sending videos of Aaron Tveit coaching people on how to pronounce Enjolras (very helpful). Then there’s the obvious romance between him and Grantaire. "He was austere, seeming not to be aware of the existence on earth of a creature called woman." There's a word for that, Hugo. It's called gay. "But, skeptic that he was, he had one fanatical devotion, not for an idea, a creed, an art or a science, but for a man - for Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras." As if it needed more angst, Enjolras kind of hates Grantaire. Ships are built on way less than that, and I can see why they're the couple who have launched 10,000 fics on AO3. I think I care more about their potential love story than Marius and Cosette's actual one.

"In the animal world no creature born to be a dove turns into a scavenger. This happens only among men."

I hope there's more Eponine later in the book, since she's my favorite character in the movie. She's played a much smaller role so far, and I'm interested to see how she moves from barely knowing Marius to being in love with him and how Marius moves from distracted bookworm to revolutionary (and I'm going to be sad if that's purely an invention of the musical). Hugo proves once again that he can build tension when he puts his mind to it, but Marius's crisis of conscience when Thénardier corners Valjean is much less satisfying than some earlier in the novel, given the outcome (trying not to be spoilery). I'm back to having mostly good feelings about the book, but also nervous about how many more sections might be passionately dedicated to a single day in history or the minutiae of the Paris sewer system.