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someone please for the love of GOD tell me where i can watch the new miraculous ladybug episodes 😭😭😭

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Birthday Blues

Story: In the Middle of Knowing (original work)

Word count: 1084

Alcohol, brief mention of suicide (nothing explicit and just a throwaway comment)

Original characters (Diana- age 18, Victoria- 18)

The story starts in the middle of my book (that I haven’t even finished yet I just needed to write this down), it doesn’t have a lot of plot. 

Diana took a swig of her bitter beer. Usually, the taste would make her face twist and make her gag, but Diana could care less right about now. The alcohol flooding her system took away the bite of the cold. The fact that it took the edge off of her emotions didn’t hurt much either. 

The dark city glittered and shined below Diana. Twinkling lights proving the existence of humanity sitting in the comfort of their homes. 

Cars were desperate to get home and relax after a stressful day honked, hoping that somehow it would hurry things up. There was a couple a few apartments away that were hurling insults over some silly thing they wouldn’t even remember in a few days. The tune of an old, long passed artist filtered through the air. 

Snow coated the surfaces around Diana, it fell on her hair without care and before it could even think about melting, a new layer took its place. Making itself home on the still unmoving girl. Diana’s body was starting to protest from sitting on the edge of the building for so long. She didn’t even know how long she’d been up there. Long enough to see the sun fall and the moon rise far ahead of her. 

None of it mattered though. It was all just pointless, stupid information that Diana couldn’t bring herself to think twice about. 

“Stop hiding. If you wanna say something then fucking say it. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone,” Diana slurred, finishing off her beer and placing it with the others before picking up another from the case. 

“Should I be worried that you’re going to take a nosedive?” Victoria asked, she gracefully sat down next to Diana. She didn’t even question how Diana knew she was here because of course, she did. Diana always had a knack for finding people who didn’t want to be found. 

“God, of course, it’s you. Why do you even care?” Diana huffed a bitter laugh. It wasn’t really a question though, she didn’t care what the answer was. Just more pointless information. 

Diana perched her chin on top of her knee, letting the other hang uselessly over the edge. Victoria stayed silent, opting instead to lean back on her palms, staring out at the dark horizon. 

They sat in silence that dragged on for minutes. It wasn’t awkward technically, but it sure as hell wasn’t comfortable. Victoria didn’t care though, she’d push through. She was willing to stay out here as long as necessary, even if it was in silence. Victoria wasn’t doing this for Diana though. It was just so stuffy and crowded inside the large building, she needed to get away from the stifling stench of morality. That’s all. 

Finally, Victoria’s patience paid off when Diana broke the silence after taking a long drink. 

“It’s her birthday today,” Diana’s voice was so soft. So breakable. 

Victoria didn’t know how to react to it, so she didn’t. She kept her mouth closed as Diana gathered her thoughts. 

Victoria didn’t take her eyes off of the girl, she couldn’t see her face since she was turned slightly away but Victoria could see enough. Diana’s usually baggy clothes didn’t have the same look to them. Before her confidence made it look stylish, comfortable, and like they were always meant to be worn like that. Now though, they hung off her frame like they were just as down as their owner. Her back was hunched, withdrawn, unsure. 

Victoria was shaken from her thoughts when Diana continued. 

“Every year on one of our birthday’s we’d sneak whatever alcohol we could smuggle and go find somewhere nice to watch the sunset. Been doin it since freshman year. We always thought we were so damn sneaky too. Stumbling into the kitchen every year and going away for a couple a’ hours. God, I’d bet you anything our parents knew. How could they not,” Diana laughed wetly. 

Diana raised a shaky bottled to her lips and took a long drink to wash away her emotions. If anyone asked she’d say she was shaking cause of the cold. 

“It’s kind of ironic don’t you think?” Victoria asked, crisscrossing her legs and snagging a beer for herself. Diana hummed in question, slowly blinking out at the rooftops. 

“I mean the girl has fire powers but she was born in the winter?”

“Once she got her powers she threw the biggest hissy fit over it,” Diana laughed. Diana brought up her other leg and rested her forehead on both of her knees, not wanting the world to see what she was feeling. Her shoulders shook with laughter at the thought of her best friend’s furious face. Diana swore she was going to pop a blood vessel. 

The laughs quickly dissolved into shaking, hiccupping sobs. Everything ached as she poured her heart and soul into the tears. No matter how hard she tried to reign them in they refused to listen and just kept coming. 

Through all of this Victoria stayed silent. No false words of comfort, no reassurances that everything would be ok. Victoria wouldn’t be another person in a long line of people to lie to Diana about how she should be feeling. Especially since it’s coming from her of all people. So Victoria sipped the disgusting cheap beer and let Diana cry. 

After a couple of long, painful minutes Diana’s sobs finally ebbed. She peaked her head up to look at Victoria for the first time tonight. She kept her face towards the horizon but Diana could tell she was checking up on her from her peripheral. Though Victoria was very careful about keeping her masks up, Diana had spent enough time with her to notice the tightness in her eyes that she got when she was worried. 

“Why are you doing this?” Diana croaked, her throat sore. Victoria finally met her gaze head-on. Diana’s face was covered in tears and snot. The tears that still hadn’t stopped, froze on her sickly pale cheeks before they could drip onto the ground. Her bags were so deep at first glance you might think she had gotten into a fight. 

Victoria couldn’t look. She turned her gave back to the city and took a long drink. Hoping that it would keep her voice steady. 

“Drinking isn’t nearly as fun when you’re alone.” 

(I really hope this makes sense from an outsiders perspective. I don’t think that you need a lot of context for what's going on and you can just kinda fill in the blanks ya know? But also, all of this makes perfect sense to me since it’s in my head so-) 

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i get so mad that i have my characters that i’ve created

i know exactly what they look like

BUT NO ONE ELSE CAN AND I CANT DO THE ART FOR IT AND CLEARLY ITS NOT A TV SHOW

I just want to make memes with them 😒

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happy valentine’s day from the emptiest head in paris

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i will never not be mad that chloe is still the bad guy

are you kidding me with this bullshit?

her character development was so fucking good, she was getting better (not perfect mind you but even then the writers could have made her change even more.)

and then the writers said “fuck it. good well thought out plot lines that have a satisfying ending? lol no”

they threw her redemption arc right in the fucking toilet and im so mad

i demand justice for chloe. the only thing i need in life is a chloe redemption arc i swear

if they redeem lila (which they shOULDNT) before chloe i will sue

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me: *dreaming about dating luka* 🥰🥰

me: *wakes up* i hate it here. this is cruel.

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i love him so much it’s literally not ok

Luka Couffaine has the ultimate Poker Face

As extremely distracting Marinette’s fixation on Adrien is, it’s super easy to miss the smaller details.

Like how Luka himself doesn’t volunteer to be Jagged’s guitarist.

And the look Luka gives Marinette when she declares that “Luka can lend Adrien his guitar!”

He doesn’t look upset whatsoever, just bewildered at the entire situation. Then he just smiles and hands off his guitar. This looks to me that the boy was not at ALL thrilled at the idea of working with Jagged Stone, his actual FAVOURITE singer, after watching his mother get into a heated argument with the man over their shared past that was unknown to him prior to literally just a few seconds ago.

Sure, we as the audience and all of Marinette’s friends (sans Adrien) are aware that Marinette was really pushing Adrien out of favouritism. But from Luka’s perspective, it probably seemed to him that Marinette was deliberately dodging the idea of volunteering him without his clear consent, and thought that was pretty cool of her.

And not only that, remember when Kagami put Marinette on the spot and asked if she was watching “her boyfriend rehearse?”

No reaction from Luka. Just a plain, neutral expression. And Desperada (311 in production order) came not too long after Silencer (307), where he had explictly confessed his feelings to Marinette.

When Luka made his declaration to her, he simply walked away to go perform with his friends. He didn’t expect an answer from Marinette right away, as he’s already aware of her crush on Adrien after Frozer.

Luka is simply waiting for Marinette to work her feelings out for herself, and remains calm, cool and collected.

We also have seen how he interacts with his little sister, who has severe anxiety and is known to have panic attacks, so he must have experience with handling complicated emotions by being there for Juleka.

Luka knows how to control his body language and facial expressions to avoid reacting to what is happening in front of him, so that Juleka and Marinette don’t jump to conclusions about what he is really thinking and feel worse for it.

I think that’s very interesting characterization for him.

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leave me alone i need to grieve 

so uhh

AU where people’s kill counts are displayed above their heads! this is inspired by this post and the short convo i had with @hamsternamedmarinette in the tags

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Miraculous Ladybug - Kill Them with Kindness

So…Miraculous Ladybug has been disappointing for quite some time now.  I can barely even watch the show any more.  What started as a fun, sweet cartoon with a great premise has been all but run into the ground by bad writing, erratic characterisation, and very lazy setups.  As such I’ve mostly been inhabiting the salt fic corner of the fandom, since their out of character scripts and personalities are at the very least, intentional.

However, after reading many, many ‘Marinette-snaps’ regarding Lila’s lies, I wondered how I would have written Marinette handling the situation. For me, I think it would involve slightly less salt, more spite, and a whole lot of petty vengeance on Marinette’s part as their ‘Everyday Ladybug,’ without turning the class into an obsessive anti-Marinette-mob.  

This sort of ended up part fic/part summary, so apologies for that…

Keep reading

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Ok just one more comic, because I really wanted to draw more of Lila and Felix as an evil duo! I really love to think that Felix would become like Lila’s own Chat Noir lol :3

[Bonus:

“Oh right. Our jobs…” “Yes, Chat. Our jobs.”]

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my two brain cells talking to each other at 4am

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people who know ladybug and chat noirs identities:

—fu— (redacted he doesnt know anymore)

—aeon— (also doesnt know anymore)

—chat blanc— (bitch is dead)

(future) alix

felix

luka

[you-shouldnt-know-my-name]

thank youuu thats what i’ve been thinking this entire time :(

I feel bad for Wanda but low-key the real victim of all of this is Vision. First of all, he died (twice). Then he was taken by SWORD, pulled apart and then saved by Wanda... and then she started puppeteering his *corpse* and when he started to grow aware, he’s being gaslighted and lied to.

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why isn’t anyone talking about how wanda can’t control the kids. just like she cant control vision. even agnes says something about it (agnes is a whole can of worms that i don’t even know where to start with) and i think its going to be a plot point later on

im assuming it because she didn’t bring them in from the outside world and are her own kids so they have free will

but that also adds to why they are the only ones there??? i just know they are going to be a big part of the story since children have been brought up from the very first episode

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WANDAVISION. SEASON ONE EPISODE ONE.

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listen i’ll be the first to say that i am not wandas biggest fan (or a fan of her at all)

BUT i really love seeing her happy in wandavison and seeing the relationship she has with vision 🥺 its so sweet and innocent

im not ready for the angst and pain thats gonna come but i’m sure as hell excited for it and i have so many thoughts and emotions rn

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something i enjoy abt wandavision is how the camera movement helps sell the horror sequences

most of the time, the show slavishly recreates the look and feel of old-school multi-camera sitcoms, from the set design, to the cheap sfx, to the humor, to even the way the actors speak in the first episode like they’re projecting to a studio audience. this includes the way it’s shot. the camera never moves, pans, or zooms, it just cuts to a different angle when necessary. the camera is fixed, rock-steady.

except in the parts where something is obviously wrong. when the fantasy breaks. then the camera traces the characters’ movement, it pushes in and pulls out, it slowly whirls around and tilts and focuses in a way that sitcom cameras just aren’t supposed to do. it feels wrong, especially if you have even a passing familiarity with the shows wandavision is emulating. the camera breaking free of its fixed position feels like a fundamental violation of the rules of the world it operates in, an intrusion from another time period. it’s jarring and disorienting and really helps to underscore the eerieness of those parts.