am i the only who notices this

anonymous asked:

Am I the only Nosy Netty around these parts who noticed Sam's clenched fist today from his Bobby Maximus book tweet? My eyes are pretty good (no contacts yet) and that fist/skin looks vera familiar to 1/2 of a certain fist bump that took place a couple months ago in someones bed. For charity...

Just platonic buddies who fist in bed together. No biggie.

Why you should totally buy Fire Emblem: Echoes

So this Friday, Nintendo just released the latest title to the Fire Emblem franchise; Fire Emblem: Echoes. I’ m a few hours deep and I am absolutely enjoying it! 

 But it looks so different!

Don’t let that scare you off! The story progresses in a similar way to the world map in Awakening! The only real noticeable difference is that you just go battle after battle and you more or less take turns doing Alm and Celica’s routes.

I’ve also heard that there’s no avatar in the game? 

That’s correct, there is no customizable avatar this time around; however, you get to experience the game through the lens of the protagonists, Alm and Celica who each have their own admirable traits.

Below is the portrait of the protag when you’re on their route!

Look at my baby out to destroy people

I really enjoyed Awakening/Fates, am I going to have an enjoyable experience?

Yes, I do believe so and there are some returning features such as casual mode! So if you’re like me and can’t stand losing units, this is a god send. The game difficulty starts out at normal but the game seems simple enough on both routes (I may eat my words later)  there’s even a new feature called “Mila’s Turnwheel” which allows you to go back a few turns and re-strategize to avoid frustrating resets. Which reminds me…

More new things?

Yes, there are a few more new things. If you’re familiar with the likes of the Professor Layton series, now you can explore dungeons and villages with your protags. You’ll crawl dungeons for most of your grinding as opposed to doing odd skirmishes here and there or using items such as Reeking Boxes. You will also recruit characters through this new method and just talk to them outside of the battlefield to get them to join your army. 

What good will it do if I choose to buy this game?

Not only will you have a good time, but this game can impact the very success of the franchise as a whole. If this game does sell well, not only does that open up the option of more older game remakes to come, but more games in general! Since Awakening’s success, Nintendo has been treating Fire Emblem as a major IP, and if the games continue to sell well, it can maintain that status. So new and old fans alike, please purchase and play Echoes! 

Attention

can you please do one based off charlie puth’s song attention, where y/n is shawns opening act and they hook up everytime/after or before the shows and he falls for her, but she has commitment issues, so she doesn’t want to date him but loves the attention he gives her. He tries to get away from her but he’s under her spell, when he finally manages to resits her she notices that it’s not only attention she wants from him but love and tries to overcome her issues but it MAY be too late for shawn

Sorry I’ve MIA, I honestly have been so ill and having the worst luck imagined that I haven’t been motivated to write, that I feel as though I’m being forced. Anyway, I’m trying, I really am but I don’t know how I’m going to do this. My prayers go out to the beautiful people who sadly died in Manchester…my thoughts are with the crew, Ariana, security, staff, fans and families of the victims. ❤

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For some people, love is an easy, simple thing. You have moments where it’s amazing, or you have moments where you wished it would end, but, with everything that happens, you stay together and power through the issues.

For others, there’s no relationship, completely no strings attached, along with utter confusion and a huge mess of feelings.

This was happening to dear old Shawn.

Now, for as long as he could remember, he’d always have male opening acts. There was never a real reason as to why, but it soon became clear when he finally hired a girl, that girl being Y/N.

Her audition blew him away, making his heart connect with her instantly, not wanting anyone else but her. He’d never felt this way before, not with anyone’s performance.

It wasn’t until later on in the tour when things started to become slightly confusing. It was one night after one of Shawn’s concerts, they decided to celebrate for some unknown occasion. Of course, when you drink, sometimes, things can happen. For Y/N and Shawn, they did.

They’d kissed.

At first, it was something they wouldn’t speak of again, but then, they kissed and did other things when they were sober and it changed everything.

‘No strings attached?’ Y/N breathed out after their third time doing this, nibbling on Shawn’s sweet spot on his neck.

Shawn was in pure ecstasy, feeling Y/N’s hands all over his body, that when those words came out of her mouth, his heart dropped. He’d never been in a relationship like that, one where it wasn’t even a relationship. It made his heart hurt, but there was not much else he could do.

Y/N hardly made human contact with him before each performance, until they’d both performed that night, repeating the cycle over and over. It then became before and afterwards, keeping it secret from everyone on tour.

Y/N had commitment issues from previous lovers, causing her to live this life of no strings attached. She wasn’t into the relationship scene, but, she loved the attention that Shawn gave her. She lived off of it, without it now, she’d be a completely different person.

To some, it sounds awful to put yourself through that, for Y/N, she believed if she had pleasantries like a normal relationship with no feelings involved, she’d be happy.

But that became slightly awkward on one of their many encounters.

'Y/N,’ Shawn moaned, placing his hands on her waist. 'Please, let me take you out on a date.’

Y/N pulled away instantly, staring at Shawn with a small frown on her face. 'Shawn, we promised no strings attached…’

'You did, I didn’t. What’s so bad about me treating you to a date?’ He asked. Y/N sighed, stepping away from the boy as she grabbed her shirt, putting over her head.

'Shawn, no. I’m sorry, but no. I can’t do this if there’s feelings involved.’

'Why? Why can’t you just talk to me about it?’ Shawn asked, grabbing her by the wrist gently, stopping her from running away.

'Because you wouldn’t understand.’ She argued.

'Well then, this whole thing between us is over.’ Shawn concluded, leaving the room first and Y/N staring after him dumbfounded.

However, Shawn couldn’t stick to his word for very long, more so two days before they got back into the same routine again. Shawn was under her spell, she could easily pull him back in and he hated it.

He wanted it to end, if he couldn’t have her the right way, he didn’t want her at all.

He ignored he completely, no making out, no late night activities, he just simply treated her as though she wasn’t there. Y/N began to notice the change, beginning to be frustrated.

She tried everything to gain his attention, but nothing seemed to work. His soul focus was on performing, nothing else. She tired placing her hand on his knee at dinner, he quickly pushed it off of him, she tried sneaking into his bunk, but he said no.

Soon, Y/N started to figure out the mistake that she’d made. She didn’t realise how much Shawn had affected her emotions and feelings. She was hurt; hurt of the fact he wasn’t paying her attention. But, she was more hurt of the fact she’d fallen for the Canadian who had given her a chance to find some type of stable relationship, a real relationship.

She sat in her dressing room, on the sofa she was given as she cried silent tears and had been since after her performance. She nibbled at her index finger, blinking slowly to let fresh tears fall down her cheeks, not even bothering to wipe them.

Many members of her team tried to talk to her, but, she refused to let them in, wanting to be with her own thoughts. She needed time to think, she needed time to know how she felt, but she already knew the answer…

She fell in love with Shawn.

She was scared to admit it, but she knew deep down that’s how she felt. But, whether Shawn even wanted anything to do with her was another thing.

Another knock came at her door, causing her head to jerk in the direction of the sound.

'Y/N, it’s Shawn. Please…open up.’ He sighed, biting his bottom lip nervously. He bounced his leg up and down, anxious to what was wrong with her.

Y/N stood up, wiping her eyes fiercely and opening the door, seeing Shawn, his facial expression changing from nervous to worry. 'Do you hate me?’ Y/N asked quietly, staring at her shoes.

'No - Y/N, I could never hate you.’ He walked further in the dressing room, closing the door behind him, standing closely to Y/N, making sure there was hardly any space between them.

'You haven’t spoken to me, at all. I know I have commitment issues and struggle with relationships…but I just - if we started dating and I chicken out, I’d feel so guilty that I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, Shawn.’ Y/N confessed, sitting back on the sofa, her head in her hands.

Shawn sighed, sitting down next to her, grabbing her small in his much larger one. 'Y/N…it’s okay to let people in. I know it’s scary, I know it’s different, but, I promise you…I’ll never leave you or hate you, dating or not, you’re stuck with me.’ He chuckled, making Y/N let out a croaky laugh.

'Shawn,’ Y/N asked, Shawn humming in response. 'Can we try again? This time, complete full strings attached?’ She laughed, Shawn pulling her in for a hug, kissing her forehead. He rested his chin on top of her head, sighing in happiness.

'Of course we can.’

anonymous asked:

why did he change his face and skin color tho??? shouldn't he take pride in that

michael had vitiligo, which is where u have white spots n splotches on ur body/face bc its a condition that causes loss of pigmentation on only parts of the body; these are even more noticeable if u have dark skin like mj. its genetic, his father has it and so does his daughter paris, ect. he also had systemic lupus erythematosus, which besides potentially being a very serious condition causes loss of skin pigmentation.
he spoke about the rumors on oprah in 1993. among other things, he said:

“It is something I cannot help. When people make up stories that I don’t want to be who I am, it hurts me. It’s a problem for me. I can’t control it. But what about all the millions of people who sit in the sun to become darker, to become other than what they are. Nobody says nothing about that.“ 

in a sense he did bleach his skin but it was with Benoquin and hydroquinone cream perscribed by his dermatologist bc it got to the point where the vitiligo was getting so bad he couldnt cover it with makeup anymore so he just decided to lighten the dark parts because there were too many pale parts, which is very common for people with vitilgo. 

nd then adressing the thing about his nose surgery/”face changing”: Joe Jackson, besides beating young Michael with belts and cords and knocking him and his brothers into walls because he wanted them to perform better, subjected Michael to verbal abuse, told his son repeatedly that he had a big “nigger” nose and made fun of Michael’s skin condition as a teenager. Michael said that sometimes, when his father walked into a room, he would be so afraid of him that he would vomit. michael suffered from body dysmorphia because of this. michael was not ashamed of being black. dont ever think otherwise. Michael Jackson was a proud black man who spoke against racism, poverty, homelessness, the lack of education, hurting nature, war, and tabloid culture which distracts people from bigger issues. He not only spoke against these things but he did his everything to spread the message and constantly practiced what he preached and used his money to make a difference in people’s lives. 

I am lonely as fuck and I truly detest myself for being this way. With each passing day, I could feel that the loneliness and emptiness keep on getting worse. What do I have to do? Each day, I have to wear my pretentious masks of happiness for the people around me not to notice what’s going on inside me; what’s really going on with my feelings. I am silently screaming. My inner self is crying like hell. I am tired of feeling as melancholy as this. Is there some way to end this madness? I don’t know if I am the only one who’s like this. I don’t know if life is supposed to be this way. But I hate this current phase of my life. I really do. Can someone please save me? 

BRUH OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED ALL VILLANS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON

THEY ARE ALL YELLOW. SERIOUSLY LOOK.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS NOTICED THIS WIZARDRY???! Edit: Holy fuck 550 notes what is this I am honestly freaking out my notifications are blowing up stop reblogging this

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The only video you ever need if someone says to you, “Sherlock and John are just friends, there is no reason to believe otherwise”. These are just clips of the show. I honestly don’t blame people who haven’t noticed these things – I didn’t notice them the first time I watched the series and I am gay. It’s because I didn’t expect to see it, so I unknowingly put my blinders up and consumed the media without a second thought. I saw but I did not observe. However, the moment I realized it on my own, I felt the metaphorical glass shatter and I was overcome with shock. How did I, a gay person, miss this? How?? But now that I’ve seen it, feel it with every fiber of my being, I cannot “un-see” it. It’s like looking at the moon every night and then one day noticing it looks like there’s a face in it. You will see the man in the moon every time you look because you can never go back to that moment when you didn’t know it was there. That’s what BBC Sherlock is to a lot of people when it comes to queer readings. You either see it or you don’t. You’re either open to the idea or you’re not. But once you see it, you will never go back. So regardless of what the BBC, the writers, or strangers online say, this queer reading of Sherlock is felt by viewers around the world and that experience will never be taken from them.

a message for trans guys starting T

starting T is exciting, and for the first few weeks/months you’ll be looking for changes EVERYWHERE, trying to measure how low your voice is going, how much your face is changing, etc.

But there will inevitably be a point (usually some time in your first year) where you will start feeling like nothing is happening; like you haven’t changed enough to where people notice, because your body shape hasn’t changed, you haven’t sprouted a full beard yet, your voice is still androgynous instead of manly, that T just isnt working for you.

And for that I have a little anecdote: I’m around 7 months on T, and I’ve noticed my voice drop, tiny changes in my face, and my peach fuzz has started getting longer. But because of the way my fat has not redistributed, I still get misgendered sometimes because I have a very distinct body type. So I started having those thoughts that I wasn’t changing and that no one was even noticing, and that maybe I was just unlucky and T wasn’t going to do much for me.

And then, something really cool happened - THREE separate people from my work, who only see me occasionally because they’re from different departments, approached me or stopped me to talk when they saw me. After determining that I was okay with talking about it, they each asked me if I was on hormones (a detail I didn’t share with a lot of people at work, but am comfortable with doing so if asked politely) and told me they had noticed because I changed so much since I started working there a year ago. They had noticed my voice dropping, that I looked different. One of them told me it was incredible how much had happened in just 7 months. And let me tell you, that was so amazing and uplifting for me to hear, and it totally changed my outlook on how I think about my transition.

The thing is, we live with ourselves every day. We scrutinize ourselves to measure just how much we are changing, but we miss so many things that happen because they’re so gradual that we don’t notice. But the people around us - they notice, they see and acknowledge that we are changing. I promise, things ARE happening. T is working for you. Sometimes it just takes stepping out of your own shoes to get a different perspective to see it.

Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.

I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.

After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015. 

Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.

It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.

In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.

And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme. 

It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”

I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.

If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.

How’d I get this feeling?  [How’d it come to this?]
I am running from this beauty,  [I am running from Tokyovania.]
Misunderstood or  [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.]
Whom it’s made for?  [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.]
There’s no purpose,  [The song has lost its original meaning.]
Words are worthless.  [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.]
Well, it’s still charming.  [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.]
I’d say “Sorry.”  [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.]
“My mistake to let it harm me.”
“Pardon my writing.”  [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.]
Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me,
“Heh, oh well.”  [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]

It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.

So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.

It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.

I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:

His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.

Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.

Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.

So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.

On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.

[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]

[The word choice gets more colorful in there.]

Terrifying Kobolds like a Fucking Five Year Old

Context: My character is a 6'2, 171 pound half-dragon, half-drow bloodrager.  Because of a feat, high Charisma, and an added rank, she gets a +11 to Intimidate checks and she’s the only member of the party who speaks Draconic, and we’re entering a dungeon full of kobolds, which she’s very familiar with.  Here are the three times I decided to roll Intimidate checks.

1. Our Rogue failed her stealth check and a kobold noticed her

Me (ooc): Am I close enough to terrify him?

GM: You are.

-rolls a 24-

GM: Ok, everyone, you hear December start speaking in a loud, growling language.

Bloodrager: YOU DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!

-the kobold immediately walks over to the bookshelf and stares at it-

Our Oracle NPC: What the fuck just happened?

2. There’s a kobold guarding the entrance to the dungeon

Me (ooc): I’m gonna intimidate it.

-rolls a 16-

GM: You step into the room.

Bloodrager: Stand aside.

-the kobold blinks and steps off to the side so we can enter-

Rogue (ooc): How in the fuck.

3. There’s a mass of kobolds who just saw the bloodrager after failing a stealth check.

GM: What are you gonna do?

Me (ooc): I’m gonna scare the shit out of them.

-rolls a 30-

Bloodrager: -steps out from behind the corner and cracks her knuckles with a grin- Are we gonna do this the messy way or are y'all just gonna go sit in that corner over there?

-the kobolds all scurry into the corner and hide behind their shields-

GM: I wanna know how you’re making all these rolls.

Me (ooc): She has a +11 to Intimidate checks.

GM: Does she have the feat that adds her Strength modifier? (this character has a Strength mod of 4 and a Charisma mod of 3)

Me (ooc): Yeah.

GM: Of course she does.

anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”