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So like, if you didn't know, I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON A POETRY COLLECTION SINCE APRIL 2018 and I just finished my second draft.
This is partially why I haven't not written much fanfiction, but in about eight months I wrote two drafts and holy cow!!!
THAT IS SO EXCITING.
!!!!!!!
please watch chihayafuru:
“Hey, man, can I talk to you about something?” Luka held out a cup of coffee in offering and Nino grinned, sliding his headphones down.
“You came prepared.”
“Bribery always works with Jules,” he chuckled, setting the cup on the desk. “What are you working on?”
“Just some mixes. Trying to take advantage of the university equipment before summer break starts and they kick me off campus. What’s up?”
Luka ducked his head, taking a seat beside Nino. “Uh, you and Adrien are close, right? Like I know you guys live together.”
Nino pursed his lips, trying not to smile. “Yeah, you could say we’re close.”
“Okay, well, I was hoping maybe you could help me.” A faint pink spread across Luka’s cheeks. “So I’ve been trying to ask Adrien out but I don’t think he gets it?” He grabbed a pen from the desk and started to tap it against the edge. “I, uh, I wrote him a song and played it for him and he seemed to really like it but then nothing? And like we’ve hung out and stuff a few times and it’s been great and I’ve even thought he was flirting back but then it seems like he is just that friendly with everyone.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And he has that pansexual button on his messenger bag so I don’t think I’m missing my mark really.” He finally stopped drumming the pen against the desk and blew out a puff of air. “So I was hoping you could tell me if Adrien is really that oblivious or if it’s something I’m doing.”
“Well,” Nino began, “Adrien really is that oblivious.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, he didn’t realize we were even dating until our third date actually,” Nino continued casually. “It surprised him when I kissed him goodnight.”
Luka blanched. “You aren’t just roommates, are you?”
“No, we are not,” Nino grinned.
“Man, I am so sorry! I–”
Nino held up a hand. “Dude, you are so not the first person to come asking for advice on how to date my boyfriend and I really doubt you’ll be the last. Seriously, we’re good.”
“Yeah, but I just rambled on and on about how I’ve been trying to pick him up.”
“Well, yeah, don’t do that anymore,” Nino chuckled. “But Adrien thinks you’re a really good friend, if that helps.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah.”
They sat in awkward silence for a few moments before Luka started drumming the pen again. “So he honestly doesn’t get when people are flirting with him?”
“He picks it up more with women than men. We’ve been together almost a year now and he still seems surprised when I point out a guy checking him out.” Nino shrugged. “We all have our things, I guess.”
“I guess. You know you’re like the coolest guy on the planet, right?”
Nino grinned. “I try, dude. I try.”
Women and girls have to literally deprogram themselves in order to survive as independent adults.
Our childhood constantly and subtly reinforces that we must be passive, pleasant, unassertive, acquiescent, modest, and dependent. Girls are socially punished when they stray outside these ideals, or are too honest and unapologetic about their views, or if they don’t go along with the crowd.
But this is in total opposition to the skills we need in our careers, and in personal relationships. To succeed in your career, you have to develop the skill of saying “no” with confidence (without feeling the need to explain or excuse yourself), you must be able to lead others without apologizing or second-guessing yourself, and you must be your own best advocate. To stay safe in personal relationships, you have to learn to recognize, value, and prioritize your own opinion on what and who is right for you, you have to learn to trust your own instincts, you must be able to say “no” without feeling like you’re being mean or withholding, and you have to be able to communicate your needs openly, honestly, and apologetically.
Society gives women and girls the burden of undoing what has been done to us, and punishes us if we can’t.
@jorasdfghjkl I saw your post so here you go
me, whispering: kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.. me, shouting: WEAR YOUR HELMETS YOU DORKS
oh my god, she's finally here! AHHH
It’s just for hero’s duty, Ladybug~
(oh wow, what a great ep, so i had to doodle something)
Season 2, Episode 3 Miraculous Ladybug
I’m here for you :)
for help you
They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.
WC: 8.5K
Paris is dark by the time they make it home, the airport chilly, but not as frosty as the Faroe Islands. Remnants of magic grab at his clothes, tendrils tugging him somewhere cozy and safe. But bright lights and no stars in the sky remind him that he’s home again and that’s both exciting and terrifying.
(Like free from tall buildings and jumping out of planes and leaping over rooftops and—)
kiss kiss they’re married
Married AU!Ladrien cuz, as Cristina Vee said, Ladrien is best ship 😂
Was it take-your-wife-to-work-day? ¬ u ¬
PLEASE DO NOT RE-UPLOAD OR REPOST.
life is a whirlwind, adrien knows. life happens when he’s least expecting it, always when he doesn’t think it’s coming, always when he’s very, very busy.
which is why he doesn’t question the slight breeze that enters his office. curious, yes, which is why he turns around in his office chair, but does not question. he’s too tired for that. yet for some reason, his window opened on its own. he turns back around with a frown on his face and almost lets out a startled scream, but a gloved hand shushes his mouth.
ladybug smiles down at him as she, perched on his desk, her index fingers poised against his lips.
“hello, dear,” she smiles, edged with mischief.
adrien rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, his heart still slightly hammering in his chest. “hello, wife.”
ladybug glows at the endearment, their marriage still new. her lips are painted as red as her suit, her eyes bluer than he remembers seeing them. she rests her palms easily on his desk, stretching and arching her back, before rolling her shoulders forwards again, looking pleased and relaxed.
she leans forward more. “i missed you.”
“i missed you,” he replies.
ladybug rests her chin in her hand, her elbow on a crossed knee, and tilts her head to the side. “hmmm. is that so? haven’t seen you in a while.”
adrien looks downward, knowing she speaks the truth. “work, my love. you know.”
his wife chuckles, “i know, dear. it’s fine I was just passing through and wanted to see you.”
a knot around his heart loosens and adrien lets out a breath. “oh, well then. please stay a while.”
“mmmm,” ladybug hums, “don’t think i can, but...”
oh, she looks downright devilish, smirking and dressed in red. adrien is still mystified how he married such a vixen.
“but...?”
her smirk buries in her cheek, her hand dancing out and snatching his tie, guiding him towards her in a swift motion. adrien follows wordless, standing up at her will, unable to say no to his beloved bride.
her hand grabs his bicep and the force she uses makes his heart jump a little, his lips crashing into hers. she smiles in her kiss, knowing that he’s falling weak in the knees, wanting more than anything to wrap his arms around her and yet--
the kiss is over before he can hold her, marinette slipping away as fast as she traipsed into his office.
her lipstick is slightly smudged, the residue on his mouth as she pitches her yo-yo far, far away to somewhere else in paris.
“come find me tonight at home,” she says. the line tugs as it wraps around another building. “i’ll be waiting.”
and she’s gone, leaving adrien breathless as if the wind was knocked out of him.
(that night, adrien returns home for the first time in two weeks, and he is not disappointed.)
Omg I know this sounds weird, but I really love your strange magic works and I kind of followed you to the ML fandom, so like my obsession is your fault. Thanks!
OH WOW. THANK YOU!
lord knows I need to rewatch strange magic and get back into some butterfly bog and potionless! :)
i’m so happy that you follow me across fandoms. like that’s. so sweet ;.;
For the drabble thing 6 alyadrien
“Is… there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“I thought I’d try seducing you,” Alya admitted easily. The beached-red ends of her hair tumbled over broad, smooth, bronzed planes of her shoulders as she turned to grin at him. “Is it working?”
“Um,” croaked Adrien through a very dry mouth.
She kicked her heels, pointing her toes in a girlish pose and letting him hear the rasp of bare skin against bare skin, and, to her credit, there was suddenly a lot more blood below Adrien’s belt than above it.
Shock still had him throwing his arms up over his eyes when she rolled onto her back, though. His partner-in-ladyblogging was really incredibly attractive, but this was really incredibly sudden.
“Adrien.”
He lowered his arms a spare few centimeters, just enough to let him see her face, but not quite her… assets.
She looked exasperated and almost on the verge of laughing, completely unself-concious despite her state of dress (or lack thereof). “Don’t tell me I practiced all these pinup poses for nothing.”
Alya. Naked. In pinup poses.
Adrien had to swallow a few times before he could manage words. Was it possible to spontaneously burst into flames?
“I— no? Yes? M-maybe? —Oh god.”
She rolled forward, stalking to the edge of his bedlike a lioness with a smile to match. “Did I break you?”
The urge to drop his arms entirely was insane.
“…M—… maybe?”
He couldn’t quite see her rake her eyes all over him, but he felt it all the same.
“Come over here and I’ll fix you up,” she offered shamelessly, and, well…
It wasn’t like he’d never thought about it before — quite the opposite. He just hadn’t thought he was on her radar. At all.
“One question,” he managed to say without sounding too strangled, “what’s your angle?”
She blinked.
“Well, I mean, I was hoping you’d fuck me and then we could go out to dinner or something?“ Ironically, it was only the last but that got her to blush, rosy-warm under her tan. “Or just watch Batman for the twentieth time, I dunno.”
Cautiously, Adrien lowered his arms, finding Alya with a hopeful look and still not a stitch of clothing on her behind them, and nearly choked on his tongue again.
“S-sounds good to me?” came out a lot weaker than he wanted it to, but she lit up all the same, and maybe it didn’t matter that much after all.
