Second try at notating the song from the Origin episode. Hopefully the rhythm is correct this time. 

@starrycove

imagine a REALLY sleep deprived marinette post established ladrien just work with me here and she comes into class anD SHE FUCKING FORGETS SHES NOT IN THE SUIT PECKS ADRIEN ON THE LIPS AND SITS DOWN ALYA IS LIKE ?????? :DDDDDDDD ??????????? ?????????????????????????????????? NINO IS LIKE ????????!!!!!????????!?????????? ADRIEN IS JUST ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? IT TAKES HER A FULL 20 SECONDS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED

#hoooo. im all about marichat/ladrien messing up and accidentally doing couply stuff when not in/out of costume

fuck now I want the marichat version of this //leans cheek on hand

Chat Noir

so i had a thought

Of Markings and Timers

One again this is the fault of @everythingelsegoesherethen 

@mademoisellecoccinelle  and @ladynoirotphell thought you might like this too…..

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When Marinette turned thirteen, the countdown timer appeared.  

When she was fourteen, words scrawled their way across her arm in a neat print that said, “I didn’t mean to knock you over, are you ok?”  

She was the only one she’d ever seen with two soulmate markings, as far as she knew, she was the only one in Paris.

Cue the start of her ninth grade class.  

Marinette leaned back in her seat and poked Alya in the shoulder.  “Do you think I’ll find him?”

“Find who?  Oh!”  Alya grinned.  “Of course you will, girl.  But hey, maybe there’s two someones for you, since you have the timer and the words, huh?  Most people only get one or the other! Lucky!”

“Oh, Alya,” She started, but didn’t get to finish her sentence as someone banged into her chair from behind and she heard those fateful words.  “Oh didn’t mean to knock you over! Are you ok?” She blinked once, twice, and then stared into the too green eyes of Adrien Agreste.

She opened her mouth to say something.  Closed it.  Opened it again.  She needed to say something unique, something that he would be able to recognize as the writing on his wrist coming from her! “I’ve been waiting for months to see who would knock me over!” She blurted. Then she looked down at the timer.  It still had a few days left on it.

When she looked back up, Adrien was grinning at her. “I’m not the only one with two markings,” he sighed in relief and helped her up.  “I don’t have a timer, but I do have this.”  He pointed to a small ladybug just under his left ear.

Marinette laughed and took his hands as he helped her up off of the floor, “What is that supposed to mean, I wonder.”  

A few days later she found out.  

Akuma, kwami, powers.  Her head whirled with the possibilities and she stood there in her uniform looking out over the streets of Paris.  Tikki told her she was supposed to have a partner and if the ticking noise from her wrist was any indication, that was him, the black blur leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

A loud ringing erupted as she stopped in front of her with a grin, “My lady.”

“You know what that noise is, right?”  She asked him, breathless.  Alya was right.  She had two.

“Your soulmate alarm?  Going off for moi?”  He ran a hand through his hair and pulled it away from a small mark under his ear.  “Good thing I have this then.”

She froze.  “You know, I thought we weren’t supposed to know each other’s identity.  But that mark of yours just gave it away, Adrien.”

He blinked at her a moment and then rubbed his neck sheepishly.  “I guess that means you know me in real life too.  Do I know you?”

“You could say that.  Here I thought having two marks meant I was destined for two soulmates.” She smiled, “Even if the first did knock me over.

He blinked at her in silence for a moment before he started to laugh.

FUCK OFF KNOTTY

shoutout to wikihow for having step by step instructions for mundane tasks that i should probably know how to do and saving me the embarrassment of having to ask someone

happy new year 2016

A Lucky Charm

Talk to me about how Tom and Sabine were married for nearly 10 years before Marinette was born.

Talk to me about how they both agreed not to rush to have children, because they had a business to get off the ground.  If they were gonna go into debt to do what they loved, then the could hold off starting a family until they were financially stable.

Talk to me about them waiting for years, until finally the bakery takes off and they think, yeah, let’s start a family.

Talk to me about them trying, and trying, and trying, and nothing is working.  Maybe they get a couple false alarms.  Maybe they have a couple miscarriages.  Maybe they take test after test after test, and maybe things look grim, or maybe there isn’t any reason for it.  Maybe they start looking into procedures and medications, maybe they discuss registering to foster, or adopt.  Maybe they table the conversation, because it hurts, it hurts so much that they can’t share this little home they made with a little life that they made.

Talk to me about the day they decide that maybe two is all they will ever be, but two is just enough.

Talk to me about that fall morning when Sabine looks down at the little plus sign in her hands, and the impossible hope that sprang up in her chest.  It’s a miracle, her doctor says.

Talk to me about the terrifying pregnancy, how Tom doted over Sabine and drove her crazy with his hovering, but it’s all unnecessary.  Sabine is perfectly healthy, the baby is perfectly healthy, and they’re so scared about jinxing it that they don’t want to know the gender.

Talk to me about the hot summer day when Marinette comes into the world.  She doesn’t scream, just hiccups and sniffles and whines, but the moment Tom cradles her in his arms she quiets.  Her eyes are impossibly blue, and she’s so tiny he can told her in the palm of his hand, but she is every inch perfection from head to tiny toes.  Our little good luck charm, Sabine calls her, with tear-stained cheeks, our little miracle.  Tom can only nod.  Our little ladybug.

JUST FUCKING DESTROY ME · ML · ML FIC · I WAS GOING TO ADD TO THIS GOING · TALK TO ME ABOUT HOW 15 OR SO YEARS INTO THEIR MIRACULOUS DAUGHTER’S LIFE · THEY FIND THEIR FAMILY GROWING AGAIN · HE’S SHY · BUT RESPECTFUL · AND THE WAY HE /GLOWS WHEN HE SEES MARINETTE? · TOM RECOGNIZES THE LOOK · HE SAW IT IN HIMSELF · OVER THE YEARS · OVER AND OVER AGAIN HE SAW IT IN HIS OWN EYES EVERY MORNING WHEN HE WOKE UP AND SAW SABINE NEXT TO HIIM · SO IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL THEIR FAMILY GROWS BY ONE MORE · AND HONESTLY ALL 4 OF THEM ARE CRYING THEN AS THEY ALL GET SMUSHED IN A HUG · ‘OUR LITTLE MIRACLES’ THEY THINK ·MT  (via @everythingelsegoesherethen)

NO BUT OKAY

Adrien is reserved, they can see that much.  He’s quiet and respectful, but timid.  He always goes quiet when they walk into the room, always takes a step away from Marinette like they’re about to snap, like they don’t see the way her daughter glows when she’s with him, like they don’t trust him to be good to her.  He’s the first one on his feet when he stays for dinner, helping to clear the table and wash dishes.  Once Adrien and Marinette made it official and he started frequenting their flat more, he even takes to throwing on an apron and helping out in the bakery.  Mostly behind the register because he’s too skittish about ruining any of their pastries.

But Adrien also melts whenever Sabine wraps him into a hug.  He always gets so excited to speak Mandarin with her, so eager to practice and learn.  And Tom takes it upon himself to teach the boy how to cook, because no self-respecting Dupain-Cheng doesn’t know how to feed themself (and five of their friends).  (The Dupain-Chengs don’t mess around with food; they always over cook, and they always send their guests home with leftovers.)  And while he doesn’t have much confidence, the boy is a quick study, and he’s good at improvisation in the way Marinette isn’t.  She excels at memorizing and following recipes, going through the motions in Sabine’s shadow, but Adrien can throw things together with a little deliberation, and it turns into something delicious.

Adrien is always respectful with Tom and Sabine, but it’s only when he and Marinette are alone that he really starts to open up at first.  That’s why they don’t mind giving the couple their space, in the beginning.  Tom and Sabine trust them, but more than that, they want Adrien comfortable in their home.  And soon Marinette and Adrien spending time in her room turns into them working on their homework at the kitchen table, or reading on the couch, or playing some new video game on the floor.  Soon Adrien stops stiffening whenever Tom or Sabine addresses him, soon he starts to crack a smile at Tom’s puns and pile on with Sabine in teasing Marinette.  Soon enough, Adrien finally relents and starts to call Tom and Sabine “Papa” and “Maman” like they’ve been insisting since the beginning.

They aren’t surprised when, one rainy morning years later, Adrien shows up on their doorstep absolutely soaked to the bone, grinning sheepishly despite the gloom outside.  He’s finally found the perfect ring, he tells them as they dry him off, and he’s not asking for permission to marry their daughter, but he wants to be a part of their family.  He goes quiet and shy then, takes the offered towel and dries his hair, and explains how Tom and Sabine showed him what a family should be like, how he is so immeasurably grateful for their presence in his life, for raising such a miraculous daughter, for creating a home so full of warmth and life and joy and inviting him into it.  Sabine takes him into her arms and, with every ounce of conviction, tells him that they would be honored to make him part of their family.  Tom claps him on the back and reminds him that he’s always been family, now it’s just going to be official.

Coda:

There are three pictures on the bookshelf in the Dupain-Cheng’s living room now: the first, an old picture of collège-aged Marinette and her parents, smiling for the camera; the second, a candid shot of Marinette and Adrien sometime during lycée, sprawled across the living room couch, tangled together and fast asleep; and the third, a clipping from a magazine article about the bakery, a picture of Marinette hanging off Adrien’s shoulder, her face alight with giggles as he hands over a tray of eclairs to a grinning Sabine to put into the oven, while Tom at the workbench had thrown his head back in uproarious laughter, and a caption that reads, “The Tom and Sabine boulangerie-patisserie is a family operation. ‘We believe the first thing thing to good food is people to share it with,’ says Tom Dupain. ‘Our family is the reason we do what we do, and the reason we love it so much.’”

in another world, when you are loved, you grow wings  to show it. the bigger the love, the bigger the wings. 

and a world that sees wings as the ultimate status symbol. celebrities with gigantic wings that cannot fly because they are too heavy. monarchs that have stylists to enlarge their (very stumpy) wings. 

babies born with the soft proof of their parent’s love, babies flaking off feathers when their parents don’t care enough. teenagers who watch their wings flake and grow every day, never sure who loves them or doesn’t. having your crush figure out you like him because his wings won’t stop fluffing up. 

bullies who fake having large wings, who hurt others because they never felt whole, who go home and try to wish their feathers into growing. gentle, soft people who have long wings they’re embarrassed of, who tuck them and try to be average because they don’t like showing off. 

weddings where there’s so much love in the room everyone’s wings swell up. the couple having perfectly matched wings which don’t stop their steady growth. waking up next to your husband of six years to find he’s gone and all your feathers have fallen off.

a girl who is pushed down and laughed at for her little wings, her broken home. who knows she’s ugly for it, who feels perfectly alone. who one day walks into a room with another girl who happens to complement her shirt and within six days has become the closest friend she’s ever learned. her wings spreading big and wide and proud over other people’s heads, her new feathers getting in the way because she’s not used to them, pushing her new feathers out of the way so she can kiss the girl she’s dreamed about.

finding your best friend and watching the feathers sprout. lying awake in bed feeling useless and yet having this proof that someone out there loves you. helping a stranger on the train only to have a few cautious pinfeathers tickle their way out. wondering if they felt that tickle, too.

waking up from a dream very confused, hoping a boy six blocks down doesn’t come into school with suddenly slightly larger wings. ace people with arching wings who are absolutely loved by their friends, who are absolutely loving. your boyfriend promising you that boy he’s flirting with means nothing, finding that your feathers are slowly falling out in the shower each morning. 

having average wings and a sad heart and doing your best to be alive and happy and whole but failing terribly - but working towards it, slowly, until one day you see your wings spreading and get excited about who it could be, who liked you enough to change you this drastically; only to figure out on a tuesday afternoon that it’s you, you’re the one who loves yourself for once; and the thought is so big and wide and lovely that you sit down on the floor and can’t stop crying because despite everything, you made it. and that’s amazing.

There really was so much to love about this episode, though.  

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IF YOU’RE EVER SAD THINK ABOUT THE FACT THAT CAS AND DEAN HAVE SEEN EACH OTHER NAKED IN CANON 

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION HAVE A NICE DAY

Don’t forget Cas read the Supernatural series where Dean was front and center.

And he stated he was a “fan of Chuck’s work” ;D

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