#which i will not be watching

[megan0013]

really want to write this fic but have zero inspiration beyond replaying a few scenes from it in my head whenever i need to zone out, so:

nathalie has never, not for a split-second ever entertained the idea of sleeping with clients. she’s had offers, of course – wealthy businessmen and wannabe treasure hunters – but she’s never been the least bit tempted

until gabriel and emilie agreste

they’re much younger than her usual clientele and gorgeous, and nathalie’s 100% attracted to both of them. which is good because they haven’t stopped plotting how to get her into bed with them since she pinned some asshole’s hat to the wall behind him with a hunting knife the day they met

but nathalie is a professional. she was hired to guide the agrestes through the mountains of tibet and that’s what she’s going to do. she will not be participating in a threesome with them. nope, no siree, not gonna happen

but then there’s a blizzard, and the three of them are stuck in a yurt for four days with nothing to do but triple-check supplies/maps/research and drink a very potent version of local moonshine. the situation makes it ridiculously easy for her to fall into bed with them, and nathalie wakes up the next morning feeling both (incredibly) physically satisfied and more than a little relieved that they can get back to business now that her married clients have satiated their curiosity

except, they haven’t and it keeps happening

to the point where nathalie’s pretty sure the agrestes aren’t having sex without her at all anymore

fast forward to finding the peacock and butterfly miraculous and the subsequent parting of ways. it’s harder than nathalie expected, saying goodbye. she’d let the couple into her bed, yes, but she’d also let them into her heart far more than she’d ever thought possible

judging by gabriel’s scowl and emilie’s teary eyes, they did too

anyway. a few months go by and nathalie is out in the field somewhere when she gets a call from the ‘home office’. the agrestes are in need of some help deciphering a text they’d found alongside whatever treasure they found and her assistance would be greatly appreciated

the next six weeks are spent hooking up with gabriel and emilie (or, one or the other, depending on the circumstances) as they work through the grimoire to perfect the peacock’s abilities/limitations in creating new life. when that happens and her lovers are ready to take the next step, it’s bittersweet for nathalie. on one hand, she’s so so so happy for them. on the other, she’s fallen in love with them but whatever they have is obviously going to be over now that a baby is involved

so, she accepts a job somewhere (anywhere) else in the world that’s so remote she doesn’t receive a single bit of communication from them until she resurfaces in london a year later. and when she does, it’s to a birth announcement for adrien something-something-something-or-another agreste dated six months prior

there are also emails and a few voicemails, little messages from the agrestes (emilie, mostly) asking about her travels and updating her on adrien’s development. she tries not to put too much stock in them. they’re friends, sort of, and she knows way more about their son’s conception than anyone other than the two of them should. it’s obvious they’d try to keep in touch with her for that reason alone

the christmas card sent to her london flat is unexpected, though

as is their surprise visit on boxing day

“we heard you were back,” gabriel says, leaning against her doorframe with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face as emilie grins by his side. “and amelie promised to watch adrien tonight. we thought we could catch up.”

and, oh, do they

nathalie officially meets adrien the next day

it’s love at first sight

and it only spirals from there

a few weeks later she spends an extended layover touring new york with emilie and adrien while gabriel’s caught up with fashion week. some odd months after that she stays at the agreste’s mansion for a full two weeks of what would be described as wining and dining if she thought the agreste’s intentions were romantic instead of friendly-with-benefits. then gabriel flies her from a dig in sanremo to milan for a weekend, and a month after that all three agrestes kidnap her from her own london flat for a week in monaco

and then nathalie scores a longterm gig in milos

it’s a lot like that year she had zero service, except this time she’s able to communicate when her busy schedule permits. which, unfortunately, still isn’t quite often enough to satisfy gabriel or emilie, and they wind up booking their own grecian holiday a couple of months after nathalie’s tenure there begins

this is where everything changes

but not right away

nathalie is still busy, of course, but the agreste’s rented villa is close enough to the site her team is excavating that she’s able to stay with them most nights (which is very convenient for her and great for her employer’s lodging budget) and the three of them have fallen into a comfortable, oddly domestic routine by the time summer starts slipping into fall

and then the diving accident happens

emilie isn’t there when nathalie almost dies, but gabriel is only a few meters away when a pylon collapses on top of her and is still visibly shaken when they return home hours after he narrowly saves her from drowning

something in the overall dynamic shifts then

there’s a sort of awkwardness that hadn’t been there before and when they aren’t being overly affectionate towards her, the agrestes are having hushed conversations that have to be about her since they always seem to grind to a halt the second nathalie’s within earshot. and then one day a little over a week after the incident when she’s playing hide-and-seek with adrien she gets the confirmation she needs that they have been talking about her

“… be okay with it, right?” she hears emilie say

“it’s what we want,” gabriel responds softly. “she’ll understand.”

“but what if she doesn’t? want it, that is. what if she wants everything to stay the way it is? would you be okay with that?”

there’s a long pause, then: “no. no, i don’t think i would be.”

so, that’s that, nathalie thinks. they’re ending it. they don’t want me anymore

she makes excuses and leaves the next day without ever knowing they were not going to end it. that, in fact, they were going to tell her they were head-over-heels in love with her, that they’ve felt that about her since tibet but were too afraid to tell her, that they couldn’t bear being parted from her ever again and wanted nothing more than for her to be their girlfriend/partner

[this is when my original thoughts went to amelie outing nathalie’s pregnancy to a shocked gabriel and emilie six months later, but based on a few screenshots i’ve seen this little story has grown some canon legs so we’ll just leave it here]

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[modmad]

hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?

oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!

[larkiethings]

shaking my head while playing neko atsume so people know that I don’t support outdoor cats

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[danny-the-coolest]

Do you guys know respectable mexicans absolutely LOATHE Emilia Pérez and a mexican trans woman did a short film in like a week mocking it and called it Johanne Sacreblue and it's all french sterotypes and at some point it has Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting a mime in the background while the characters talk and the amount of rats in the scene increases each time the frame changes? It's important to me that people know this

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[markscherz]

Meet the seven new frog species we just named after iconic Star Trek captains!

Artwork by A. Petzold, CC BY-ND 4.0

At the right time of year along rushing streams in the humid rainforests that stretch the length of Madagascar's eastern and northern mountain ridges, otherworldly trills of piercing whistles can be heard.

Are they birds? Insects? Communicator beeps? Tricorder noises?

No, they're little treefrogs!

Boophis janewayae. Photo by M. Vences, CC BY-SA 4.0

Until recently, we thought all of the populations of these little brown frogs across the island were one widespread species, Boophis marojezensis, described in 1994. But genetics in the early 2000s and 2010s showed that there were several species here, not just one.

Now my colleagues and I have shown that they are in fact eight separate species, each with unique calls!

These whistling sounds reminded us so much of Star Trek sound effects that we decided to name the seven new species after Star Trek captains: Boophis kirki, B. picardi, B. janewayae, B. siskoi, B. pikei, B. archeri, and B. burnhamae.

Photos of all new species described by Vences et al. 2024. CC BY-SA 4.0

I subtly and not-so-subtly built some Star Trek references into the paper, but probably the best one is this one:

'Finding these frogs sometimes requires considerable trekking; pursuing strange new calls, to seek out new frogs in new forests; boldly going where no herpetologist has gone before.'

— Vences et al. 2024

There’s a real sense of scientific discovery and exploration here, which we think is in the spirit of Star Trek.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that there are at least two Trekkies amongst the authors (including yours truly). As fans of Star Trek, we are also just pleased to dedicate these new species to the characters who have inspired and entertained us over the decades.

On a personal note, this marks a milestone for me, as it means I have now described over 100 frog species! I am very pleased that the 100th is Captain Janeway's Bright-eyed Frog, Boophis janewayae (if you count them in order of appearance in the paper)—she is probably my favourite captain, and I really love Star Trek: Voyager.

You can read more about the discovery of these new species on my website! You can also read the Open Access paper published in Vertebrate Zoology here.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Elizabeth Afton bets on losing dogs in FNAF..

[paintedcrows]

Unintended consequence of creating my own Bill... He watches me draw now...

The Horrible Triangle in question:

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

an underrated psych bit imo

[alexxuun]

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.