Have some adult Ladynoir doodles

This might be the funniest reply I’ve ever seen in my life

I AM WHEEZING

First ever tablet comic how’d I do 

Bonus: 

"we don't have girl talk, we have creature talk," my roommate Julia just said while rolling on the floor, "put that on your fucking tumblr, they'll love that shit"

she just asked how many notes this post has and I told her eighteen and with restrained glee she said "this is going to do horrible things to my ego"

I'm out of town rn but I told her this broke 500 notes and sent her some of yall's tags

Reconstructions made from the ancient skeletons found at archeological sites:

The Whitehawk Woman. She lived in England around 5,000 years ago and was buried with great care. She was also buried with a newborn infant, and died aged between 19 and 25 years old. Researchers believe she died during or very soon after childbirth. Her bones indicate she was otherwise in good health.

Adelasius Ebalchus. He lived in Switzerland 1,300 years ago, and was in his late teens/early twenties at the time of his death. His gravesite indicated he came from wealth, and his bones showed he was well-nourished. His bones also showed that Adelasius suffered a lingering infection; archeologists believe he most likely died from lung inflammation.

The Slonk Hill Man was found semi-crouched in a grave near the seaside town of Brighton, England — in the same area as the Whitehawk Woman. Their lives, however, were separated by nearly 3,000 years. The Slonk Hill Man lived during Britain’s Iron Age. The reconstruction artist (an archeologist and sculptor) described him as being “very good looking”, tall, muscular, and in robust health at the time of his death. There were no obvious signs of what caused his death.

The Wari Queen. She was found in 2012 by a Polish-Peruvian archeology team, entombed in an underground mausoleum in El Castillo de Huarmey, Peru. She lived approximately 1200 years ago and died in her sixties. Her bones indicate she led a leisurely life, and her decayed teeth indicate a diet high in sugar (most likely she regularly drank the sugary corn-based beer, chicha). Other artefacts in her chamber suggest she was an expert weaver — a very highly-valued craft.

my man adelasius would do numbers on tiktok

Molduga hunting from Roots by ClaraAeri! Zelink being little shits to each other was A+

We’ve got an itinerant cheese-selling woman who comes into town every Friday morning to sell the cheeses she purchases from local farms, and I like this old-fashioned way of buying cheese (other people, like the mayor, find it mortifying that our village is too small to support its own cheese shop). She stations herself in the plaza and likes to share news about the farms and villages she’s visited this week (at the moment we get a lot of baby animal news, like new calf announcements.) She has the unfortunate habit of denigrating her own cheeses without meaning to because she is a cheese perfectionist. You ask for a bleu, she grimaces hesitantly and says “Ah, poor choice, it doesn’t look quite right to me today”; or you tell her “I really liked the brie I picked last time, so creamy!” and she shakes her head and goes “Ah, you got lucky, often that farmer gives me such shitty brie with a chaulky texture—” then she suddenly looks frustrated with herself, you can tell she’s thinking “why am I giving this information to a client?? I’m the worst cheese saleswoman ever.” It’s very endearing. 

She also sells eggs, and always writes the name of the farmer she got it from on each carton so you can make sure to buy your friends’ eggs and avoid your enemies’ eggs. You’ve got to be like “Six Gilbert eggs please” and publicly announce where your loyalty lies, it’s a whole Thing. If one day you decide to go rogue and ask for Agnès eggs instead you can be sure people will notice, and they will talk. Getting my own chickens is the only way I have found to avoid pledging egg allegiance.

“you are a lawyer and he is a hamster” is one of the funniest statements ive ever had the pleasure of reading

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The Mouse and Bug Battle Royale

The Mouse and Bug Battle Royale by GalahadWilder

Now that Rena Rouge has her Miraculous permanently (despite Hawkmoth knowing her identity), Chat wants to know why Multimouse can’t come back. He can’t get a straight answer from Ladybug, so he decides to talk to Rena—who is in no way prepared to answer that question, and makes some dumb decisions.

Words: 594, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32201794

Deku being a proud Dad & Eri’s letter.

my dude

I'll have y'all know that my favorite figure skater's parents told her that to get a dog she'd have to do well at the Olympics and she went and won the frickin Olympics when she was 15💀

DID SHE GET THAT WELL DESERVED DOG SHE WANTED

Idk if her parents got her one, but the fucking president of Japan gave one to her when he found out that she wanted one

Part 63 of my bakery “enemies” au!

someone struck a nerve

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I think some of you are missing the point with free Britney. You shouldn't only care because it's Britney Spears. It shouldn't be "oh she's suffered enough publicly so now I'll care". There are estimated 1.5 million people in the US under conservatorships. It's upsetting that people only care about disability justice if it's a celebrity and Britney Spears is by far not the worst case.

@ The people who only care because it's Britney, Britney herself said it's not just her suffering under this. She says:

Britney's case is heartbreaking and infuriating, but she's not the only one suffering under this system of conservatorships that allow for so much easy and economically benefitial abuse. Other people who're also going through abusive conservatorships matter just as much as Britney does, they all matter a lot. This is a systemic issue that goes beyond Britney alone and she herself is very aware of it.

While it's true and important to say that despite claiming she's so "unfit" for a fully free adult life yet she keeps being exploited as a full time worker against her will, it's extremely shitty to try and justify getting Britney out of her conservatorship by saying "she's not disabled, so she shouldn't be in a conservatorship".

No. I don't know if she's actually disabled or not, that information is none of our business unless she decides in all freedom to tell us. But, regardless of whether Britney is actually disabled or not, people who are in fact disabled shouldn't be going through this type of hell on Earth either. Britney doesn't deserve to be under a conservatorship not because she might not be disabled. She doesn't deserve this conservatorship BECAUSE NO HUMAN BEING DOES. Not even the ones with confirmed and utterly debilitating disabilities!

Now that she’s got her Miraculous on a more permanent basis, Rena’s been finally able to JOIN patrols instead of just watching. The experience is startlingly different, and she’s getting to learn a lot about her heroes that she never would have expected.

Now that she knows that Marinette is Ladybug—also, holy crap, Marinette is Ladybug, what the hell—a lot more of, well, everything has jumped into perspective. It’s really nice to see her relax.

The biggest surprise, though, was Chat Noir. She’s used to him being a little goofy and pretty fun, but mostly competent and professional. She’s mostly seen him being either in-battle, or romantic. But now that she’s spending time with him, relaxed… well, she’s starting to see why Marinette keeps insisting that Chat is a clown. His unrestrained joy at being Chat Noir is infectious—

And, hilariously, she was wrong about his reaction to being thrown. She’s thought he did it begrudgingly, but no—Chat Noir straight up loves being bodily heaved across Paris by his teammates. His childlike enthusiasm for it is actually a little concerning, if she stops to think about it, so she doesn’t and just lets herself enjoy the experience of throwing a forty-kilo catboy across four arrondissements.

Still, there’s only so much throwing she can do before she needs to take a break, so now the two of them are sitting together on a random rooftop while she holds her head between her knees and tries to catch her breath.

Chat’s beside her, and he’s been squirming for the last minute—it’s clear he wants to say something, but for the life of her, she can’t tell what.

Finally, he speaks up. “Hey, uh, Rena?” he says, his voice tremulous, unsure.

“What’s up?”

He bites his lip nervously. “You, uh. You know Marinette Dupain-Cheng, right?”

Rena promptly chokes on her own spit. Oh, Majestia—does he know? Has he figured it out? Marinette had impressed on her the direness of the need to keep her identity from him, though without going into the specifics. If he knows…

“Yeah,” she croaks. “We’re, um. We’re pretty close.”

Chat swallows, nods. “Do she and civilian Ladybug… are they fighting, or something?”

Rena’s mind immediately gets hit with whiplash like a pigeon getting pancaked by an American 18-wheeler truck.

“…Fighting?” Rena croaks. “What do you mean?”

Chat twists his fingers, looking down at the street below. “I just, um.” He swallows. “I’m not sure if you knew, but Marinette held a Miraculous at one point.”

If only you knew, Rena thinks. “Which one?” she says.

“The Rat,” Chat replies. “She was really good, too. But then she detransformed in front of me, and Ladybug said that, because I knew her identity, she couldn’t come back.”

Rena nods, rolling her flute between her fingers. “Right. Makes sense.”

“Well, it would,” Chat says, his lips twisting, “except that not only do I know your identity, but so does Hawkmoth.”

Rena grits her teeth. “That was not my fault,” she growls.

Chat raises his hands. “Not saying it was!” he yelps. “Not blaming you or anything! You do a good job and I’m glad you’re here.” He hangs his head and sighs. “It’s just that… well, it seems odd that she won’t let Marinette come back, given that the reason doesn’t seem to apply to anyone else.”

Rena blinks. “…Oh,” she whispers. She hasn’t even thought of that—this is a… not-good situation. How does she explain this to Chat?

Majestia-dammit, Mari, why did you put me in this position?