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NOOK INC. WELCOMES YOU!â â â â â âPlease enjoy your time on the island ofâ:â â â â â âThe-Replay, ran by our island representative Aria.â â â â â âHere you can see all that our Deserted Island Getaway Package includes!â â â â â âWe hope you enjoy your stay, and consider using Nook Inc. for your next adventure.â â â â â ââ â â â â âââSigned, the President, Tom Nook.
#ooc. â â â â â â sp.#one thing about me : nothing is serious#this is unserious and i am unserious#we are all unserious here#i tried making it look like he was typing it out but that seemed hard
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toxic yuri this toxic yuri that. and just when you think it couldnt get any crazier they break out the spinning piano
#i like cant emphasize enough that this is a five min clip but every five min of the show is like this. the devils mask im đ#god. like its SO unserious and i am laughing rn but also extremely serious how did i forget this was the scene she confessed in#oniisama e#rei asaka#no one worry about the doll thing its fucked up i promise#nanako misonoo#this was literally the scene that made me go ahahaha what the fuck are we all doing here lol upon first watch#dear brother#riyoko ikeda
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HER SILLY SMILES ARE EVERYTHING TO ME
":3" lookin ahh
#mel medarda#mel arcane#arcane#She's such a dork sometimes#And im here for it <33#I hope we see more unserious Mel next season (more nut puns please)#But considering how much of a mess it is I lowk doubt it :(#These are mostly perfectly-cut frames but whatever!! It still counts!!!#THESE ARENT EVEN ALL THERES SO MUCH MORE#The first two <333333#Still can't get over the fact that Mel out of the entire cast made a dumb nut pun joke#And still to this day its the most glorious thing to ever exist
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for @zodoods, I hope this lives up to expectations đ
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Marinette knew she tended to get tunnel vision when she was focused, but luckily her boyfriend Chat Noir was always there to watch her back as they fought Monarch. With their enemy having disappeared, however, they decided together that it was finally time to reveal themselves. In public. Face to face. It's a little silly to have to introduce yourself to your own boyfriend, but after all, it wasnât Marinetteâs fault that she never knew her boyfriendâs name. (Adrien has never been to school, and Marinette doesn't know him.)
Marinette hadnât known her smile could be so wide. Staring at herself in the reflection, she couldnât be bothered to worry about the awful dark circles under her eyes, or the frizzy mess of her hair. Everything could be covered or smoothed over, after all. None of that really mattered. Not when her whole world was about to change.
Today was the day.
âToday,â she breathed the word to herself. âTikki, can you believe itâs today?â she asked, turning around to look towards her kwami.
Tikki giggled from where she sat atop the dresser. âYou and Chat Noir have only been planning it forever,â she replied.
The smile was beginning to make Marinetteâs cheeks ache. âWe have.â
For months following the disappearance of Monarch, Ladybug and Chat Noir had been planning and mentally preparing to finally reveal their identities to one another, eventually coming to the conclusion that they were both ready for it just a week prior. She could still see Chatâs goofy smile in her mindâs eye, clear as day.
âSo, weâre really doing this?â he had asked as they sat atop a rooftop together. âFor real?â
âFor real,â she had replied, excitedly nodding her head. Taking his hand in hers, she had pressed three rapid kisses to the back of it, trying to impress all of her enthusiasm and all of her love into his skin through the suit. âI canât wait to meet you, mon Chaton,â she had promised him.
His face was rosy, with that big, beautiful smile of his stretching out his cheeks. âNeither can I, my Lady.â
Marinette let out a low squeal at the not-so-distant memory, pressing her hands against her hot cheeks.
She was going to meet her boyfriend. For the first time.
Well, not exactly the first time, but first enough.
They had plans to meet at a little café just a few blocks from the Grand Palais. He had surprisingly been a bit apprehensive at first, but she assured him everything would be okay. Marinette promised to wear the rose he had given her in her hair, and she was going to look for the boy wearing the scarf she had made him on his pretend birthday (and then he could tell her his real birthday!).
She couldnât wait.
This day was a long time coming, and Marinette had plenty of fantasies to prove it. She wanted to hold her boyfriendâs hand in public, kiss him and go to the movies, all without a crowd of people taking photos of them. She wanted to goof off and be silly with him, all without worrying about being a hero, or acting like a good role model. She wanted to take him over to her house, and have him meet her parents, and stay for dinner without the threat of a supervillain interrupting the desert.
And after today, all that could finally be reality.
She got to work applying her makeup and wrangling her hair, not wanting to waste another second. Although she was notoriously late for most events, this was something she hoped to actually arrive early to. The ruby red dress she had laid out the previous night while she should have been sleeping was the last to slip over her head, perfectly matching the scarlet of Chatâs rose tucked behind her ear. The knee-length skirt fluttered to and fro as she took one last scrutinizing look in the mirror. Everything had to be perfect for her not-so-first impression.
Once she was finally satisfied, Marinette tossed her purse over her head. As soon as Tikki was settled and comfortable, she at last headed out.
There was a skip in her step the entirety of the walk, completely out of her control.
Although excitement was certainly at the forefront of her emotions, she would be lying if she didnât acknowledge that little seed of nervousness. What if he didnât like her? (He would.) What if he wasnât as kind as she thought, and his personality was nothing more than a front? (Impossible.) What if his nerves got the best of him, and he didnât show?
With her heart thundering in her chest, she turned the last corner to bring the café into view.
Her eyes zoned in on a mop of blond hair instantly. It was neat and combed backâ completely at odds with the wild wind-blown look she was used to seeing on her boyfriend, but something in the way her stomach twisted and swooped inside of her told her that she may have spotted him. Taking slow steps closer, she traced the curve of his posture with her eyes as he sat hunched over the tiny cafĂ© table, gasping slightly as she located the familiar shade of blue peeking from his collar.
It had to be him. It had to.
A chorus of giggles broke her concentration, drawing her eyes to a gaggle of girls a couple tables over. They were whispering excitedly and pointing in the direction of the same mop of blond hair, all with cell phones raised. A sudden wave of heat ran up Marinetteâs spine as she realized they were ogling him.
She wasnât surprised that girls were looking at him. Chat Noir was the cutest, most handsomest boy in the world, so of course they would. But that was her cutest and most handsomest boy in the world.
Her slow steps quickly evolved into a fast walk until she was right beside him, at which she practically threw herself onto the table, bodyblocking the girlsâ view. The boy visibly jumped at her entrance. She glanced at his face for his reaction, but his eyes were covered by large sunglasses, effectively hiding any expression of recognition. Face feeling suddenly warm, Marinette stood back up straight and cleared her throat, casually drumming her fingers against the laminate surface.
âH-hi. Iâm looking for my kitten,â she said, uttering the code phrase they had planned to use to confirm each otherâs identities.
The boy smiled, instantly easing her worries. âI saw a little bug on the flyer.â
A grin spread across her cheeks before she could stop it, giddiness overflowing to the tips of her fingers. âI found you,â she murmured, just quiet enough to be just for him.
He stood from his seat, still smiling, and Marinette thought he was going in for a hug until he stepped around her. She was only confused for a second before he pulled out the chair on the other side of the table.
âOh.â So the gentlemanly thing wasnât an act after all. Accepting the gesture, Marinette turned to sit, feeling him push the chair in behind her as she did so. âThank you.â
He simply hummed, before returning to his own seat across from her.
âSo, umââ Not really sure where to start, (how does one introduce themselves to the boy theyâve been dating for two years?) Marinette figured the basics should go first. She almost wanted to laugh as she realized she was essentially on a blind date with her long-term boyfriend. âIâm Marinette,â she said, tugging at her bangs before pushing them behind her ear.
âMarinette,â he breathed. Breathed, as in he actually sighed her name when he said it. Marinette thought she might melt. âThatâs a beautiful name.â
She wondered how dopey her smile must look to him. âThank you,â she replied. âAnd you are?â
Thin blond eyebrows raised over the rims of the glasses, before dropping back down out of sight almost as quickly as they appeared. He laughed. âOkay,â he said between chuckles. âIâm Adrien.â
Marinette wasnât quite sure what was so funny, but his laughter was just as contagious as always. With a giggle, she stuck out her hand. âNice to meet you, Adrien.â
His returning smile was soft. âNice to meet you, Marinette.â He took her hand, and turned it to rest atop his on the table, running smooth circles over the back of her palm with his thumb. The feeling of his warm skin on hers was foreign and exciting, setting off yet another flurry of butterflies in her stomach.
âYou still wear your pigtails,â he stated.
Naturally, her free hand trailed to her hair. She smiled as her fingers brushed the velvet petals of the rose. âTheyâre kind of my armor,â she replied with a shrug. âAll the better for you to recognize me.â
The corner of his lip twitched, but the soft smile remained unchanged. Part of her wondered if he was still nervous about meeting. Hoping to ease his worries, she grinned.
âAnd Iâm glad to see you donât wear whiskers,â she joked.
He laughed again, and that seemed to be enough to lower the tension in his shoulders, to Marinetteâs relief. âYouâre right, I donât,â he said. âI have a clean public image to maintain, you know.â
Marinette furrowed her brows, trying and most likely failing to hide the confusion on her face. It was surprising; Chat Noir was definitely the type of person who would grow âwhiskersâ just to commit to the bit. To each their own she supposed. Mustaches did seem to be more supervillain-y than superhero-y, after all.
âI do have to ask, though, whatâs with the glasses?â she asked, moving the conversation along. âTheyâre so big, theyâre covering half your face. Any plans to take those off?â
âWell, Iââ Adrienâs head turned minutely towards the girls at the table behind her, barely perceptible to anyone who wasnât looking for it. âI donât know.â His hand pulled at the scarf where it crossed over his black t-shirt.
âPlease,â she insisted, putting on her best baby-doll eyes. âHow unfair you get to see all of my face and I canât see all of yours.â She held his hand tighter, imploring but hopefully he knew it was still light-hearted.
âMarinette, itâs justââ
She pulled out her secret weapon: the pout. His mouth instantly stopped moving.
âIâve never really seen your eyes before,â she added. At his answering sigh, she felt a bout of pride swell in her chest. Victory.
Hesitantly, he removed the sunglasses and folded them on the table, all the while looking shyly up at her through golden lashes.
Marinetteâs pulse quickened as she finallyâ reallyâ met his eyes. Such strange feelings of dĂ©jĂ vu ran through her when she caught sight of how green they were. It was the first time she had seen his whole face, and yet it already felt so nostalgic and familiar. It was almost as if she had seen him before, and she supposed she had, in her dreams at the least.
âGorgeous,â she sighed, unable to stop her tongue from embarrassing the rest of her.
All the regret she might have held drained out of her, however, when she saw how pink his cheeks went in response. His dropped jaw slowly curved into a small smile, and those pretty green eyes closed in half moons as he replied, âThanks for the compliment.â
Was this really the same boy?
Marinette snorted. âWhat? No cheesy remark about how you knew I wouldnât be able to resist you?â
âIâm just far too stunned by the beauty in front of me to think straight,â he said, mouth pulled sideways. âI daresay you could outshine me anyday.â
There he is.
She rolled her eyes in response, but she couldnât deny the coils of warmth that spread across her skin. With a fond shake of her head, she brought one elbow to the top of the table to cradle her chin in her hand.
âYou know, youâre taking this really well,â Adrien said, the smirk fading back to a humble smile. It was odd seeing him so reserved. âBetter than I thought you would.â
âTaking what well?â she asked. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she recalled his apprehension from the night before. She attempted to keep things light, sliding into a teasing tone as she conspiratorially whispered, âDid you think I wouldnât like you without the cat ears, mon Chaton?â
âWell, no, thatâs not exactlyââ
She cut him off, making sure to speak with all the sincerity she could muster, âBecause there is no universe where I wouldnât like you.â With a coy wink, she added, âBelieve me. I checked.â She grinned with pride as her fingers squeezed his on the table, feeling as though she had one-upped him in cheesiness.
Again, his mouth hung open slightly as he processed her words, but soon morphed back into the soft smile. His head tilted to the side. âYou always know what to say to make me happy, myââ The corners of his lips twitched, his intended endearment clear to both of themâ âmy Marinette,â he said instead, pulling their joined hands up to brush his lips against the back of her palm.
Dimly, Marinette registered the sound of a squeal from somewhere behind her.
âBut, um, no.â His countenance took on a much more nervous expression, his free hand drifting back to play with the nape of his neck. âI meant moreââ He paused, waving his hand awkwardly towards himself.
âWhat?â
His brows furrowed, mouth open and clearly poised to explain himself, but he was interrupted by a waiter arriving to take their orders, and the moment was surreptitiously forgotten.
As the date went on, conversation flowed freely between them. Marinette learned so many of his favorite things, what he was studying in school, that he was an only child just like her, and of course, his birthday, time and year. So many things that she would normally have naturally learned over time, which was something that she took for granted in her other relationships with family and friends. It was odd, but wonderful that this absurd blind date was just another unique experience that they could share together.
She would have been more than happy to talk to him forever if she could, but a trill from Adrienâs phone stopped their conversation short.
His eyebrows turned down as he read the screen. âHow did it get so late?â he pouted, just as cute as before when he wore cat ears on his head. âIâm sorry, Marinette, but I have to go.â
Her smile was sympathetic, barely holding herself back from mirroring his pout. âThatâs okay,â she replied. âWeâll just have to have our next date sooner.â
The answering smile on his face made it all worth it.
Adrienâs fingers flew across his keyboard for a second, before another trill responded. âMy bodyguard says he can take you home, though!â he announced happily. âSo we can spend a little more time together.â
Marinette couldnât stop the confused noise from escaping her mouth. âYourâŠbodyguard?â she repeated slowly.
âYeah!â He looked up from his phone, lips softly quirked upwards. âAnd donât worry; he may look mean but heâs the kindest man Iâve ever met.â
That certainly wasnât something Marinette was worried about, but now she felt like she needed to be.
She tried to cross the appropriate wires in her head. Okay, so Chat Noir, famed superhero of Paris and wielder of the power of destruction, had a bodyguard in his everyday life. And that bodyguard apparently drove him places?
Perhaps she needed to collect more evidence.
Too busy thinking to come up with anything to say, Marinette mutely nodded her agreement.
Having already paid the billâ well, Adrien paid, despite her protestsâ, the two stood from their seats and headed down the sidewalk. Marinette followed Adrien closely, too busy sweeping her eyes across the busy street to spot this âmean-lookingâ man to notice Adrienâs knuckles bumping into hers. She finally looked up at him when he laced their fingers together and squeezed. His green eyes almost seemed to shimmer as they looked into hers, and Marinette could feel all that wound-up tension melt away in response.
The spell between them was broken by a sudden honk.
Adrien was the first to break eye contact, turning back towards the street. âOh! There he is.â
Marinette followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as they landed on the sleek sedan that had pulled up to the curb in front of them. She didnât know much about cars, but she knew enough to identify the logo of a luxury brand. The car was well-washed and shiny, unlike most of the vehicles that parked along the dirty city streets.
A burly man emerged from the driverâs side door, and walked around the car. To Adrienâs credit, he did seem a bit scary, based on sheer size alone, but Marinette supposed her Papa was probably about the same size. She figured if the man smiled a bit more, he would come off much friendlier. He greeted the two of them with little more than a low grunt and a nod, before briskly opening the rear passenger side door.
Marinette froze in place as she waited for one of the others to move. She couldnât for the life of her understand what was going on. Was Adrien going to drive and this man was graciously letting her have the front seat?
âMarinette?â Adrien cleared his throat. âAre you ready to go?â
She blinked a few times, looking back and forth between the open door and her boyfriendâs face. âUm, yes,â she replied nervously. âIâm ready.â
He bowed his head, gesturing with his free hand towards the open door. âThen, after you, my lady.â
The familiar name quelled the voices in her head long enough for her to step forward. âThank you, my prince,â she teased in response.
Though she did step in first, she held fast to his hand, pulling him along with her. The inside of the sedan was just as clean as the outside. Small tablets nestled into the back of both front headrests, and a far fancier screen than Marinette had in any of her devices at home was centerstage on the dashboard. She could feel her eyes widening as she took it all in.
Chat Noir was rich.
Chloé Bourgeois rich, maybe.
That was⊠unexpected. Admittedly, she never imagined Chat to have a high-class upbringing (if she could even call ChloĂ©âs that). She had always envisioned him as a rough and tumble sort of kid. He would take soda over wine any day. Canned tuna over caviar. He had never turned up his nose to fast food, or cheap nosebleed seats at a concert, or acted like he was any better than anyone else.
No, Chatâ Adrienâ was amiable, gracious, and an appreciator of the little thingsâ
âMarinette?â
She whipped her head around to meet her boyfriendâs gaze, having been yanked from her thoughts. âYes?â
Adrien seemed to be holding back a laugh, clearly having recognized her thinking face. âYour address?â
âOh!â She leaned forward in her seat, directing her attention to the driver. â12 Rue Gotlib, if youâre sure you donât mind.â
Adrienâs face lit up in the rearview mirror. âThatâs just around the corner from us!â
âReally?â She was reminded of that flash of dĂ©jĂ vu she had felt upon seeing his face for the first time. Maybe they had met before. Most people who lived in the 21st arrondissement got their baked goods from her parentsâ bakery, and Marinette often worked the front counter. They must have had at least one encounter before as their civilian selves.
It was almost a shame.
She would have loved to know that her favorite person was just around the corner.
He tightened his grip on her hand as she turned back to face him. âAlmost too good to be true,â he said, echoing her thoughts.
All lamentations of lost time were forgotten at that, and she chose instead to be happy in the moment they had now. She smiled, squeezing his hand back.
They were content to spend the short ride in comfortable silence after having spent the majority of their time together with endless conversations. Adrienâs bodyguard didnât ask any questions after Marinette gave her address, so she saw no reason to try chatting with him when she could cuddle into Adrienâs arm instead. The world was pink and fuzzy, and the only leather pressed against her skin was that of the car seats. Feeling the rise and fall of Chat Noirâs breaths through warm cotton was a wholly different, welcome experience.
The ride was too short, however, and before she knew it, they had pulled up in front of her familyâs bakery.
Adrienâs short intake of breath pulled her eyes upwards, and she noticed him staring at the sign with eyes full of wonder. âWhoa, you live so close to the boulangerie,â he noted.
Marinette grinned. âWell, yeah, I live above it,â she said, delighted when his head whipped back to face her. âMy parents own it.â
His eyes looked about ready to bulge out of their sockets. âYou do?â
She pointed to the sign. âAnd I designed the logo. Tom and Sabine Boulangerie,â âshe turned the finger towards herselfâ âTom and Sabine daughter.â
Adrienâs face was painted with the most excitement she had seen from him all day. âThatâs so cool! They have the best macaronsâ Iâve had some at events when we get cateringâ and Iâve asked Nathalie a few times, but, wellââ His face was a bit pink as he paused. âYouâre amazing, Marinette.â
âIâll have to bring you some macarons next time I see you,â she giggled.
His eyebrows danced over his eyes. âNow I know why youâre so sweet.â
âOh, hush.â She lightly shoved his shoulder. âTakes one to know one.â
Following some pointed clearings of the throat from the driverâs seat, they eventually got out of the car and Adrien walked her to her door. She left him with a quick kiss and a promise to text him later.
The remainder of the day went by in a blissful blur. Dinner, homework, and television with her parents faded into the background as she slipped lovingly into her daydreams. Adrien was too busy to talk, but he had sent her a few hearts and memes throughout the evening, and she looked over all of them with her chest fit to burst. Before she knew it, it was time for bed and they were texting each other good night.
It wasnât until the next morning that Marinette realized the true shift the world had undergone.
The incessant buzzing of her phone was an unwanted wakeup call. Marinette blindly slapped her hand against the mattress until her fingers met the smooth plastic of her phone case. She slowly cracked her eyes open as the screen lit up again with notifications.
New Message - đŠAlyađ„(32), Missed Call - đŠAlyađ„ (2), New Message - Adrien â„ïžđ
Wondering what was so desperate for Alya to be blowing up her phone so early, Marinette quickly responded to Adrienâs âGood morning <3â in kind before opening the floodgates. She was immediately treated to a number of news articles, all caps messages, and photos. Photos of her and Adrien.
Her fingers flew through the slideshow of photographs: Adrien waiting alone with those ridiculous sunglasses, herself haphazardly draped over the table, Adrien kissing her hand, the both of them stepping into his car. She paused on one of the last photos. It was of the two of them, hand-in-hand as they waited for their ride. Adrienâs soft eyes that had mesmerized her up close were just as soft from a careful distance.
She blinked rapidly as she processed it all.
How did Alya get these?
Scrolling back up in her conversation history with Alya, she looked at the articles again, scanning over the headlines: âAdrien Agreste - Dating?â âAdrien Hits the Town with Mystery Girl!â âWho Caught the Eye of Adrien Agreste?â âAgreste Son is Growing Up!â
âŠAgreste?
The conversation shot down to the bottom as another text from Alya came in: CANT BELIEVE YOU DIDNT TELL ME????
Faster than she could process, Marinette swiped away from her messages to plug âAdrien Agreste'' into her search engine. A shocking thousands of images popped up, all of her boyfriend in various poses and campaignsâ including one with the bowler hat she had designed for a competition run by Gabriel Agreste.
A banner notification popped up at the top of her screen, Marinetteâs finger tapping it automatically.
Adrien â„ïžđ: I have a photoshoot until around noon, but do you want to get ice cream after?
Marinette dropped the phone as everything suddenly became clear.
Perhaps maybe their civilian relationship wasnât about to be quite as low-key as she thought.
#ml fic#ml fanfic#miraculous ladybug#adrinette#ladynoir#love square#miraculous#ml#this is very unserious#i wanted the first fic of the new year to be Serious but we are starting it GOOFY okay#my writing#it's just all dramatic irony in here
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he's so princely he's stuck with that medieval painting pose since the renaissance era
#twisted wonderland#twst#diasomnia#malleus draconia#that's 3 artstyles down and he's not moving at all#like the others changes their poses but he's just legit đ§đ§đ§#we out here having leona posing for the met gala in endless snippets and mal's stuck in the 3/4 angle#we love a consistent king BWJDNAJDKQKDJQJJD#i'm starting to think they just ctrl+c then ctrl+v his model from the heartslabyul to the octavinelle manga#i love him he's so unserious
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this is a Princes in the Tower and Edward of Lancaster stan account btw
#I do not want to hear one word against Edward of Lancaster#not a single one#least of all if you're a yorkist stan who thinks that edmund of rutland's death in battle at 17 by his father's enemies is a tragedy#while simultaneously thinking that edward of lancaster's death in battle at the same age by HIS father's enemies is a cause of celebration#deeply embarrassing and unserious behaviour#and where to even start with how the majority of self-declared 'Yorkists' treat the Princes in the Tower đ€Ą#I've truly never seen anything like it#first they try to vilify two children (including a literal 9-year-old) for being 'Woodvilles'#which in their minds is synonymous to greed/duplicity/ambition/unworthiness aka how they view the Princes' mother#then they try to deny that their vaunted Richard III murdered them even though they're perfectly willing to believe John murdered Arthur#then they try to argue that Richard III was just 'a man of his times' and downplay his actions even though his usurpation and deposition#of his pre-teen nephews absolutely broke all parameters of politically and personally acceptable behaviour in medieval England#then they try to argue that ACTUALLY the Princes don't matter and we shouldn't spend so much time talking about them#(says the person who spends all their time trying to convince people on the internet that Richard didn't kill them)#then they try to argue that finding out what happened to the Princes shouldn't affect our reading of Richard III and won't change how we#view his reign#even though it absolutely affected how contemporaries viewed him and was what provoked opposition to his rule#like. what is happening here. where is this one-sided beef against a long-dead 12-year-old and 9-year-old coming from?#are you okay?
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Sorry (not) but I find anyone who acts like Blue is making something out of nothing when sheâs mad Adamâs first question is about the kissing to be like. Deeply suspicious. Of course she is mad thatâs the first thing he asked her! Theyâve been walking on eggshells around each other and not really communicating since the last aborted kiss attempt which is on both of them to some degree, but when he comes around to her itâs only for this and when she has so many fears and insecurities about not properly belonging in the gang because sheâs a girl (which is founded based on the fact aside from Noah theyâve all been misogynistic towards her at some point even if it was passive) and not being respected, when sheâs also an outsider at home because of a different thing she canât control. And you can not say that her feeling Adam is treating her like a thing to have and not a person he connects with is unfounded he again literally âI got Blue without you!â screamed at Gansey, consistently going to her after they fight (he did it end of TRB after repugnant too) to validate himself or just generally when heâs falling apart looking for validation from her like in the apartment scene. Itâs not a bad thing to seek validation from your partner and in TRB before Iâd say the last quarter I think Blue and Adam were genuinely connecting and developing a friendship while also exploring their feelings/attractions to each other, which did always have elements of seeking escape or validation for both of them in different ways, but itâs dissolved into that so much now. And I do think Blue is to some degree mad at Adam because heâs here and available to be mad at when sheâs also mad at Gansey for it (I donât think theyâre *in the wrong * for not inviting her but they are in the wrong for not even considering she could want to go or at least want to be in the loop, also even though itâs Ganseyâs party if Adam is trying to be her *boyfriend* it was kind of his place to ask her) so sheâs conveying anger at Adam when the anger is for both of them, and also more general factors sheâs frustrated by, but also Adam has the exact same response of channeling emotions that arenât solely about Blue through their fights (and to his credit he is self aware that he does this) so again crucifying Blue for it is whack imo. Also to check myself on shipper-brain for the Adam-Gansey aspect of it, well obviously I read that here as a factor because Iâm me, but for arguments sake on the premise Adam has No feelings about Gansey that are anything other than platonic Blue would still have a right to be mad about him prioritizing his platonic male friends over her and treating them with more respect, obviously, because misogyny exists (also these are not two contradictory readings in that I think theyâre both factors. Signed an Adam Stan).
#Also the fact we learn here he hasnât ever been to her room when theyâve been sort of dating for a bit..#like yes Adam has much more going on at all times so you could say itâs only about practicality but. Practicality does Not stop Adam when i#comes to spending time with Gansey and even in a sense Ronan in the same way and sheâs right to call that out#and sheâs also right he wouldnât talk to Ronan in this way. just wrong about the reason because he does also want to kiss Ronan#just they have a different dynamic. you could read social class and gender as factors I think for sure#(just in case I get annoying anons for saying that Iâm not talking in terms of Adamâs sexuality in that obviously heâs bi and into men and#women. but he does relate to them differently and I think analysis of Bluedam that doesnât acknowledge that is a bit unserious)#and I donât think Gansey is better about respecting women than Adam to be clear heâs really not.#but much in the way that Ronan and Gansey both have classist moments but Ronanâs seems to be more .. tolerable is the wrong word. But it#doesnât manifest in ways that hurt Adam in the same ways it does when itâs Gansey. I think Ganseyâs treatment isnât harmful to Blue the way#Adamâs is. For reasons that are more about Adam and Blue and what relationships and treatment work for them rather than objectively tallyin#who is better or worse in terms of isms#but I would need separate posts to talk about that#s speaks#s rereads the dream thieves#trc reread notes#trc#hmm how do I tag these. I think Iâll just go for char tags and leave everything else#blue sargent#adam parrish#my meta#social class / internalized classism is obviously a big factor for both Adam and Blue and how they see each other and the other boys but#that feels more obvious and less like something anyone would take issue with me saying so I focused on it less although itâs very much ther
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The downside of trying to be involved in queer spaces in a smaller city is that the entire queer community here is basically an extended version of the toxic queer roommates' situation. Everybody knows everybody and everybody has drama with everybody.
#and its all so unserious#the organizations here have to try and make plans around which people wont be in a room together#and its always things like#'we were best friends growing up but in our twenties we just grew apart so no we cant be in a room together because its just too awkward'#but then they expect local queer orgs to accommodate that#or the couple that divorced when he cane out as trans because shes a lesbian#like#these two have a child together but they wont attend the same Halloween party because they might see each other
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We may be split and divided as hell in the tag this year but I can say we remain better than bbtwitter, they are ridiculous over there
#the way you get flamed over any opinion on bbtwitter#and poor taran omg#tf does he have to do with cory not getting backdoored??#like are they serious#we may all have different faves over here#but i have not seen any discourse here as bad as whatâs happening on Twitter#weâre so unserious in the tag a vast majority of the timeđ#so seeing how personal ppl on twitter are taking things is wild to me#bb25
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#hello i come with an unpopular opinion. a complaint if you will.#i'm fully aware that what happens on (nsfw) tumblr is never serious. or almost never.#i know most of us talk to or have talked to our mutuals before. we've flirted. maybe sexted why not#and we've probably reused compliments on different people more than once#but believe it or not some of us like to be made to feel special sometimes#and when someone is VERY openly telling every hot person the same things over and over i find it discouraging lol#like why would i talk to them if they're gonna use the same compliments I CAN SEE them using on literally everyone they reblog from đ#again i know tumblr is unserious and we talk to a lot of people all the time#i've done it before and will continue to do so. reusing compliments i mean. but i don't make it obvious cause i VERY rarely reblog people#anyways please ignore me i'm just ranting#i don't like to feel like i'm literally just one more from the pile of hot chicks around here#i think that's why i only talk to a couple of mutuals lol#I SAID MY RANT WAS UNSERIOUS OKAY i know tumblr is just for funsies and (most times) nothing real comes out of it but still.#have a good day everyone love yous
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my dear moots. I love you so fucking much I hope you all know that I adore you & I'm endlessly thankful for being here with you in this little corner of internet! đ you all make me feel so much love and joy I'm literally sobbing right now đ«¶đŸđ„ș you're all so important to me and I literally. I adore you!!! you made my year so much less miserable & I just... I'm so glad to be here with you I'm sorry I sound like a broken record but. but I truly am! genuinely. I hope your holidays season is going great! đ I love you!!! I'm giving you the biggest hug right now đ«đ« happy holidays!! :Đ·
#I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH. and I miss interacting more because you know. shadowban#but it's not the point of this post!! if you're reading this: GET LOVED! get absolutely loved!! đđđ„ș#also. since being here... it became so much easier for me to be myself & be open with people and in general. interact (even irl!!)#I met so many great people this year and being as closed as I am it's a lot of progress for me and you just.. idk how to phrase it im dumb#but thanks to you I was able to đ„șđ#no literally. as idk unserious? It may sound but being here with you made it so much easier for me to be more social#you're all wonderful I'm so glad we met!!! and I can't emphasise it enough!!!#so much things in my life changed when I met you. no literally- if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be playing dnd with my little irl circle#right now :') you're such wonderful people I want to hug you all#eldrich.rambles
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oh god I just remembered that when I was in D/s relationship with a farm boy we went to the farm supply store to buy a riding crop lmao đ„Žđđ
#there is so much to parse here lmao#we could have just ordered one onlineâŠ#but yeah looking back Iâm pretty sure he WANTED to be seen with his Dom in front of all the old farmers lol#this is so Sam Reid coded#(I kid I kid)#unlessâŠâŠ.#probably will delete this later but I just remembered it and started laughing out loud ITâS SO UNSERIOUS
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Emma's Oscar is looking more and more locked in, which is good because she was outstanding in her movie, but sad because Lily was outstanding in her movie. And somehow at the end of all this, I'm afraid I must tell you all I have found myself officially rooting for Sandra, who was (get this) outstanding in her movie đ©
#it's really just an insanely stacked year#which we should honestly all be happy about!!!! but its inevitably gonna mean injustice for many deserving entries#it could wind up being any three of them and I'd be like âyup that makes perfect senseâ#carey was also good but maestro was a deeply unserious movie so i dont think shes a real contender here#and no shade to madam annette but i have not seen nyad and have no urgent plans to change that lol#anyways i still still STILL think lily could be a dark horse surprise but emma has been freaking sweeping#but yeah for me personally? sandra's was MY performance of the year#oscars#emma stone#lily gladstone#sandra hĂŒller#films#poor things#killers of the flower moon#anatomy of a fall
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Lupin special where the Seven Pillars of Wisdom are 'reinterpreted' as a legend of seven actual jewels that Lawrence hid out in the desert or w/e
mfw I remember the awful Lawrence-related Part 2 episode:
#anyway. uhhhh they create some elaborate riddle out of to s.a. and do some journey to the center of the earth/indiana jones shit#with light showing the way. or something. there are vastly more serious and archaeologically interesting routes to take here#but this is lupin the third where you can do literally whatever provided it is profoundly unserious#wish that part 2 episode had done more with the lawrence part instead of doing the sheik of araby 2: electric boogaloo#where were the goddamn AIRPLANES#we gotta get the raf stuff in there too#hell. maybe they start or end in karachi for good measure. Why Not. get some more globetrotting in there#sorry i hid all the actual episode thoughts in the tags. i had to âyes andâ myself in a lower-stakes environment#asks#mirrorfalls#lupin iii#t.e. lawrence#the biggest question is WHY would he hide this jewels. DID he hide these jewels? was it all a hoax?#were fujiko and her victim of the week behind it? i have many questions. at least we get to see pops doing silly things in the desert again#i want to see SOMEONE do the obligatory match cut
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watching rtk and liking all of the groups is hell bc why are the people im following constantly fighting other fandoms can we all just get along
#like weâre all being fucked over can we just shake hands and hate on the real enemy mnet#the luvitys i follow fighting journeys and vice versa GUYS PLEASE IM JUST HERE FOR THE FUN INTERACTIONS AND PERFORMANCES#luvitys becoming public enemy number 1 is so unserious im so sick of this#dabae speaks#rtk
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truly lmao 2024 lambda literary award finalist wynnstannery
#have probably already heard of these awards w/o absorbing it but has a sizable [twitter acct you follow follows this acct] overlap for one#wikipedia blurb ''to recognize the crucial role lgbtq writers play in shaping the world...celebrate the very best in lgbtq literature''#Lol! naturally everyone set to laugh abt Individually being lambda award finalist Authors amidst 40+ anthology contributors. sure#and of course oh absolutely crucial cam stone page. we did make the back of book blurb too after all#born of [crucially soph nothingunrealistic (a) investigates that akd role which (ai) leads to me also checking it out. later (b)#investigates this Call For Submissions For All Trans F&F Zine which (bi) leads to me going ''oh so true cam stone Needs to be there'']#all originating in The Wrong Fake ''Fans'' Show Up For Billions By Way Of Beloved Character Winston lmao#b/c fr imagine the trans f&f zine Doesn't have a Did You Know That???? page abt a delightful akd role & canon nonbinary f&f character#but this amidst Plenty of ''fake'' ''wrong'' ''fans'' messing around w/the concept of Fast & Furious as a Work throughout#as i said & got the feedback of [hell yes You Get It] that the premise Guarantees you get a very Varied & inherently Playful response#not b/c playfulness need be ''unserious'' but it sure need not be ''serious.'' like f&f itself; as part of [the premise guarantees it]#& that the Range of ways ppl can approach this broad concept is like the Range of ways ppl can approach the broad concept of Gender lol#& not Unearnest but needing no Gravitas / ''serious'' ''legitimacy'' guaranteed in turn to ''validate'' your efforts#and your not being the ''right'' or ''expected'' audience getting the perhaps straight(tm)forwardly intended experience here lmao#so in many ways it did feel very resonant / relevant to wynnstannery#embracing [the one use of: editor's note!] and [the one use of: the word ''autistic''!]#2 trans 2 furious#which is probably gonna get a physical reprint sooner than later; pdfs still available despite the lack of link there#was already The Intention if vaguely so; now with the added ''can put the 2024 Lambda Award Nominee / Finalist on the cover lol''#page 54 (i believe) brought to you by a couple of quantnoisseurs; rushed to finish last minute then ft. some post deadline edits lmao#classic....nonzero other works i've Heard Of! nice#which: sure does seem like the focus here is like ''did you hear about these books? :)'' as many ''awards'' can ultimately be#like i Am hearing about them now. had seen abt Being Ace on twitter interesting interesting. hi honey i'm homo hell yeah#do we have one or two f&f films left? put cam stone cameo in there for real. Fast furious worth the effort worth the cost#& just shoutout to the like bifurcation of Akd Role Types. [intense in a relatively restrained affect way. some dramatic flair for sure]#and [spontaneous! vivacious! bright! playful! pretty emotionally open!] that's right lmao
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