I’m pretty sure there are people out there who have already talked about this topic relating to the love square reveal. But I would like to point some things out.
We all know everyone is blind in
who are Ladybug and Chat Noir, including Marinette and Adrien. But there is a
difference: she’s not interested in knowing his identity, while he wants to
know hers but still doesn’t go against her wishes (as seen in Lady Wi-Fi). With
this on mind, it kind of gives the idea that the reveal scenario would be
either because they reach a conclusion to reveal themselves to each other or it
happens because of an accident. We will let Thomas Astruc surprise us on the
matter, none of us know what’s coming in that moment.
Anyway, another thing I want to
reach is their reactions. As for now from what we’ve seen in S1, it’s obvious
that Marinette will be shocked if she were to know now that Chat Noir is in
fact her crush Adrien, almost sure she will be in denial because both of them are
very different (again, Lady Wi-fi). On
the other hand, Adrien would also be impacted to know that Ladybug is his
designer friend Marinette, who is usually shy around him and doesn’t know why;
but the impression would be minimal, because he is the one who wants to know who’s behind the mask. After that,
he would be happy to realize that Ladybug is someone who he knows from his
daily life, but comes to the conclusion that though he sees Marinette as his
friend and knows what she’s capable of (creative designer, class president,
expert game player, etc.), he doesn’t hang out a lot with her and still doesn’t
know why in many occasions she’s so awkward around him. He would want to spend
more time with her, obviously; but still having present in him the epiphany
that she’s Ladybug, the girl he loves. It would be a mix of getting used to
know that these girls are the same person, acting normal as always, between
sometimes being reserved and shy as Adrien and other moments being more
assertive and bolder as Chat. This is all taking in account what’s happened in
From the little spoilers known for
S2, we know there will be more evolution in the different love square
interactions: Adrien will hang out more with Marinette (with the possibility of
developing a tiny crush on her while still loving Ladybug), it’s perceived that
Marinette will begin to see more of Chat as a person and a close friend rather
than just her flirting fighting-crime partner (with the same possibility of
stop looking at him in a platonic way and maybe have some feelings for him.),
among other things. Taking this into account, perhaps all of this will help
them in the reveal moment, it will be easier to accept who the other is and
happier to know who’s behind the mask. It’s a matter of evolution in them as
characters and their different relationships.
We’ll see how everything here is
answered this summer!!
Tuck Everlasting (1808): The Tucks drink from the spring.
Tuck Everlasting (1893): Jesse Tuck befriends Winnie Foster and gives her a small bottle of spring water. He also collects a second bottle of water which he takes with him, should he come across another partner in crime.
1897-1899: While on one of the Tuck family 10 year breaks Jesse goes to New York where he starts a new life. He become good friends with Morris Delancey and eventually gives him the bottle of spring water. But they eventually have a falling out. They fight and Oscar Delancey steps in (unaware of the fact that Jesse can’t be hurt) and “wounds” Jesse. Of course Jesse has to go along with it. He starts limping and gets himself the nickname “Crutchie”
Newsies (1899):Working as a newsboy now, Jesse ends up being best friends with the strike leader Jack Kelly. Sometime after the strike is over Morris and Jesse reconnect. Not as friends, but because they know they’re all they’ve got in their never ending life.
1903: During the next Tuck family meet up Jesse brings Morris with him. The Tuck family was taken aback at first, but eventually welcomes Morris into their family. Morris and Angus end up growing very close and form a strong father-son bond.
1994: Over the years Angus and Mae had their difficulties and did eventually split up. Morris and Angus generally traveled together during their 10-year breaks. During one of the breaks Angus and Morris decided to start fresh in a new location with new names. So they changed their names to Larry and Connor.
2008-2009: Larry meets a woman named Cythia and they fell in love, got engaged, and then married. Both had kids from a previous “relationship” (Larry had Connor and Cynthia had Zoe), but each treated the unrelated child as if they were their own. Larry never told Cynthia the truth.
Dear Evan Hansen (2010-2011): Connor knew he couldn’t stick around much longer because he wouldn’t be aging. Larry could stay since he was older, but he knew Connor was right. So Larry helped Connor fake a suicide (he did the hard things because it was the right thing). (Entire plot of Dear Evan Hansen plays out.)
Pitch Perfect (2012-2013): After taking a gap year to work at The Pottery Barn, Evan Hansen began attending college near home. However, his lie eventually came out. He was publicly reprimanded for it to the point that he just had to get away. So he opted for out-of-state schooling at Barden University in Georgia. But in order to make sure he wouldn’t be ridiculed for what he had done he started going by a different name: Benji Applebaum
A/N: I shall now interrupt my regularly scheduled ‘Christmas’ series with an little added bonus … a little extra floofiness if you will … Mulder’s Christmas Day with the Scully’s …
He was a grown-ass man.
He should not have damned butterflies playing roller
derby in his stomach.
It was only Christmas morning.
Christmas morning with the Scully’s.
All of them.
Nine adults … seven kids … 10,000 presents … one
tree … 20 pounds of smashed potatoes … two roasters of ham … three cakes,
chocolate with sprinkles, vanilla with cherry filling and black cherry
frosting, carrot with to-die-for cream cheese decadence … one shirt collar that
suddenly felt entirely too tight and two shoes that squeaked.
He was going to die before he hit the front door.
Noticing his palm-sweating nerves and jiggling
knee, she parked in front of the house but didn’t get out, instead taking his
damp hand in hers, “are you dying? Do we need to go back home? Are you afraid
of the short people that will be hopped up on Santa and Christmas cookies? Are
you afraid of the tall ones whom you’ve met or the ones you haven’t? Will you
survive my mother’s 2-ton Christmas feast?”
The smile she tried to contain and the panic he
couldn’t made her squeeze his knee with her other hand, reaching across the
shifter to touch him twice at once.
Butterflies turned to rampant electricity in his
veins and a giddy, hitched chuckle arose, “all of the above. I have no idea why
I’m nervous but I am and I’m an idiot.”
This time, when her lips feathered his cheek, he
nearly busted a gasket but remained calm, “you will be fine. The kids are gonna
love you because you’re really tall and look like you would be perfectly
willing to give shoulder rides. Just stick with them if all else fails.”
“How do I look willing to give shoulder rides?”
“You don’t but when Hannah asks you to, you will
melt and do it and it’ll all snowball and you’ll go home tonight perfectly
happy and slightly bruised from the heels that have been banging your upper
chest all day.”
Giving her hand a last squeeze, he let go, “come
on, let’s go see how my first real Christmas in 25 years is gonna play out.”
He was out of the car and waiting for her before
she slowly slipped from the car, not gathering her armload of gifts yet but
coming to his side, standing up on the curb to get a better height on him. In a
quiet voice that blending with the barely dawning sky, “but you go to your
mom’s for Christmas every year.”
‘Cause he couldn’t lie to her, not on such an
honest morning, “not every year and it’s never fun or relaxing or remotely
real. Usually it’s forced pleasantries and stuffy food and awkward silences and
I escape as soon as duty allows.” He didn’t want to bring her down so he kissed
her on the nose, a quick peck there and gone, “and we’re going to be late if we
don’t get moving.”
Sliding her wool-covered arms under his, she
rested her cheeks against the cold material of his coat, hugging him tightly,
fierce-protective mode in high gear, “I’m sorry. If I’d have known that, I’d
have been dragging you along with me from the beginning.”
He settled his arms around her, face turned, cheek
on top of her winter cap, “thank you.”
They stayed like this longer than they should have
and the front door opening, her cousin’s voice carrying across the cold from
the front porch, “break it up, woman and get your butt inside. The longer you
stand out here, the longer I have to keep these kids barricaded upstairs and
the natives are getting restless!”
Lifting her head to survey her cousin with a
smile, “Shut up, Dave. You’re gonna wake the entire neighborhood.”
“It’s Christmas. They shouldn’t be asleep anyways.
Now make room for Jesus and come inside or I’ll have to sic Aunt Maggie on
They hustled after this, not wanting to impose the
wrath of Mama Scully and her very real threats of burned ham and coal in
stockings. Getting in the front door with both Mulder and gifts in tow, she
kicked Dave lightly in the shins, getting his flannel pajamas snowy, “you are
not getting a gift.”
“Good, ‘cause I didn’t get you anything either.”
Grabbing her head in a hug, “Merry Christmas, old lady.”
Once he disappeared back up the steps, Mulder
turned to her, “I like him.”
“He’ll like you back. Trust me.”
They no sooner had gotten shoes off and coats hung
then feet began pounding down the stairs, tumbling past them, yelling ‘Merry
Christmas’ as they passed. The small people were followed by the big people,
Charlie and Dave racing down just as loudly, yelling ‘Feliz Navidad’ and some
kind of boisterous holiday exclamation in what sounds suspiciously like
Mulder looked at Scully, already feeling his
nervousness fading into astonished anticipation, “this is gonna be fun.”
Reaching over, she pulled him behind her by the
hand, “come on. The tree’s back here.”
There were gifts but only two each, then Maggie
cut everybody off, her two sons and nephew the loudest of the good-natured
protestors, telling them that mass was in an hour and they had 15 minutes to
get ready to leave.
Mulder looked at Scully, “mass?”
With a guilty look flooding her face, “I totally
forgot to mention that, didn’t I? I’m sorry. We always either go to Midnight
Mass or Christmas morning. I guess they didn’t go last night.” Leaning forward
on her elbows, she turned to look at him, “you don’t have to go. Mom won’t
mind. You can just hang out here and take a nap or just,” digging for the book
Maggie got her, she held it out to him, “read this.”
Taking the book but setting in beside her without
a glance, “do you think your God is accurate enough to hit only me with the
lightning bolt? I mean, I’ll go but only if I can guarantee I’m the only one
who’s going to get struck.”
Scully’s lips curved in a knowing smirk, “he’s got
good aim but I think you’ll be fine.”
“Then I’d like to go.”
He had never experienced a full-on Christmas mass
before, especially not one with 16 people packed in one pew, kids doing their
best to be quiet, suppressing their antsy, I’ve got gifts at home waiting
demeanor and failing miserably. Scully, though, held his hand at required parts
and kept holding his hand at parts where no one else held hands at all.
He missed most of what the priest talked about but
he enjoyed the singing and the smells, which he meant to ask about but forgot
because of, well, the hand-holding. Soon, they were all leaving the pew for communion
and Mulder moved with them but Scully gently shook her head, whispering, “we’ll
be back. You stay here.”
He didn’t care about it anyways. Mostly, he just
missed her hand and spent the entire time they were out of the pew wondering if
he would get it back when she returned.
He enjoyed Mass very much.
He retook her mittened hand once they got outside,
opening her door for her and just grinning when she mentioned he must be trying
to store up brownie points for something.
Then she reached for his damp wool glove on the short drive home.
Breakfast was phenomenally loud, things spilling, burned
bacon, which Mulder loved and Scully knew and kept slipping onto his plate. He
in turn gave her all his strawberries and whipped cream from his pancakes … partners
to the end in both crime fighting and breakfast shenanigans.
Present opening began as soon as the last dish was
washed and dried. Mulder chose to settle on the floor against the wall, Scully
designated present-passer-outer for this leg of the insanity, stealing glances
at him each time she came near and without fail, caught him looking back, locking
away every glance like an addled schoolboy who’s crush had just discovered his
existence and may forget again with her next heartbeat.
Then she stopped in front of him, a big smile on
her face and a bigger box, “Merry Christmas from Mom and I.”
The look he gave her must have been so filled with
stunned bewilderment that she suddenly dropped to her knees, hugging him and
the big box close, whispering in his ear, “please, smile. You’re gonna make me
So he did, pulling away to reveal a gigantic grin,
“want to help me open it?”
Still crouching in front of him, she shook her
head, “nope but I’m going to watch.”
Inside, there was an enormous collection of crazy
themed socks and horribly wonderful ties, bags of sunflower seeds, 10 pairs of
sunglasses, a whole container of homemade peanut butter marshmallow fudge that
he loved with all his soul and stomach and Maggie knew he loved, the entire
collection of Star Trek on DVD and a keychain with an alien head on it, which
Scully leaned over to tell him quietly that Maggie had picked out everything but
the seeds and the ties.
Standing right up, he hauled Maggie up from the
couch and hugged her, squeezing her until someone made an amused comment to let
go of his mother before he broke her in half.
Not wanting to break the lovely woman in charge of
making him fudge, he released her, then sat back down, immediately changing his
After that, Scully turned over the gift
distribution reins to Matt and sidled up beside him, leaning into his side more
than platonically allowable but less than I’ve seen you naked expected.
He was in some kind of Irish heaven and he never
wanted to leave.
Caught in that lull between presents and
dinner, the house gradually went quiet, all kids and adult males gone from the
living room. Mulder was beginning to wonder what had happened when suddenly, “hey,
The voice had bellowed from the kitchen and Scully
pushed him to stand, “I’d go see what he wants or he’ll just keep yelling.”
Mulder disappeared into the kitchen and when he
didn’t return after 5 minutes, Scully went to investigate. She found him, Dave,
Charlie and all the kids sharing two very large chocolate chip cookies. The
entire lot of them turned in unison and wore the same guilty look at which
Scully laughed, “you could have at least invited me. I’m starving.”
“We needed sustenance and girls tattle.” Looking
down at his daughter, Charlie whispered, “really, it’s just your Aunt Dana.”
“That’s true. Did I ever tell you about your dad …”
“Just get over here, eat your cookie and shut it.”
Reaching her hand over the crowd, “make sure there’s
chocolate in my piece.”
Maggie caught them a few moments later but by
then, all evidence was gone, crumbs picked up with licked thumbs and chewing
finished, swallowing proceeding as Maggie opened the swinging kitchen doors, “what
are you all doing in here very quietly?”
12 people said, once again in unison, “nothing.”
Knowing a mom going after the most vulnerable, he
looked her square in the eye, “nothing.”
She squinted in their direction, “I can smell the
guilt and it smells like chocolate.” They all stood their ground, even the
four-year old, until Maggie just smiled, “get out of my kitchen unless you want
to help me chop things.”
Dinner, once everyone was arranged and Graham was
sitting beside Mulder, Hannah on his other side, went smoothly. There were
stories and jokes and spontaneous off-key Christmas carol singing.
Mulder also got himself a cheekful of potatoes
from Scully, who reached over Hannah to do it, “what was that for?”
“Inauguration. No one gets out of Christmas without
potatoes.” Nodding towards Sarah, Dave’s wife, “she got an earful her first
Christmas. Be thankful it was only your cheek.”
Joanna spouted off, “I got it in the nose so be
extra happy about your cheek.”
“These things, Scully, that I didn’t know and will
make you pay for later on are astounding.”
Maggie cut them off, laughing, “so help me, if I
have another holiday food fight in this kitchen, I take back all my presents.”
Charlie slowly put his loaded spoon down.
So did Bill.
Everyone but Mulder, Scully and Maggie were either
asleep or already on their way back home by nine that night and as Scully let
out her third yawn in less than five minutes, Mulder nudged her knee, “ready to
go? I still have to drive home after we get to your place.”
With a nod, she stood, swaying slightly, “you
awake enough to drive my car?”
“Sure.” Giving Maggie another tight hug, “thank
you so much for everything. I’ve never … I just … I’ve had the greatest time.”
Squeezing him back, “you are welcome anytime, Fox,
never forget that.”
Once on the front porch with the door shut and
locked behind them, Mulder stopped her, putting down their bags of gifts and leftovers.
Giving her her own hug, then light kiss on her rosy, chapped lips, “there was
Mistletoe hanging over the front door but I waited until we dind’t have an
audience in case you hit me.”
Guffawing out a frozen chuckle, she shifted up on
her toes and kissed him back, close-lipped and quick, “I’d never hit you for kissing
me under the Mistletoe, Mulder. Believe me.”
As he opened her door, “Hand. Down. Best. Day.
here’s a bunch of old ass sketches I decided to finish! basically a “Ladybug torments Killua/Chat” sketch page XD I also tried giving Ladybug’s suit a bit of a redesign, I hope people like it.
There are some notable different points in time on this page, for instance:
The top right is Killua and Ladybug(Gon) when they are like 12-13 years old, so around the time they got their miraculouses. Killua does not appreciate seeing his crime fighting partner outside of work. XD
The middle right is Killua and Ladybug at 16-17 years old (after Gon and Killua start dating and before the identity reveal.) Killua and Ladybug had become accustomed to each other by this point and Ladybug had gotten over his “boasting hero” persona he would put on in an attempt to impress Killua, but now that Ladybug is dating Killua (without Killua knowing) he can’t resist turning back on his “charm.” He’s actually low-key flirting in an attempt to cope with not being able to smooch his boyfriend. This dated behavior confuses Killua deeply.
Top left: Killua (due to being Chat Noir) does not appreciate being protected like a baby bird by his overzealous partner. Especially when his incessant hovering prevents him from transforming. Ladybug just wants to look out for his best friend!
Bottom two: Killua also does not appreciate your corny jokes right now, Ladybug.
I’m trying to finish a lot of my unfinished stuff before I leave for a wonderful summer vacation to AZ to see my fiance <3 I’m probably going to put it all in a queue so you guys will have a steady stream of art coming from me when in reality I’m soaking up some sun. :P
I love foreign bands that write English lyrics, because they come up with such unique lines, and I really value that in music. For example:
“We spin the world like a pinball machine”
“I’m like a satellite transmitting different eras”
“I hide, empower our remedy”
Dead by April (Swedish):
“Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful”
“Feel the fire where she walks”
“Don’t look in her eyes, you might fall and find the love of your life”
“I sold my soul way down in the dirt, but I stole it back and forever in debt”
“Are the angels on their way? I’m in the dirt”
“The me inside your second skin”
“Don’t you know the surgeon’s cut is like the fountain of youth?”
“We eat the night, we drink the time”
“Here I am, rock you like a hurricane”
“If we’d go again all the way from the start”
“Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul, my love”
“Taking us home where dust once was a man”
“You believe but what you see?”
“Underneath my tongue it hides”
“An error in my genesis”
One OK Rock (Japanese):
“It’s a mighty long fall when you thought love was the top”
“Shut down the sirens in our heads”
And then. AND THEN. There is System of a Down. And NOTHING even comes CLOSE to this shit:
“The kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day”
“When you lose small mind you free your life”
“We’re the cruel regulators smoking cigaro cigaro cigar”
“Sweet Danny and Lisa they take me away from”
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you"
“Fighting crime with a partner, Lois Lane, Jimmy Carter, why?”
And, of course,
“WAKE UP. GRABABRUSHANDPUTALITTLEMAKEUP.”
Taehyung; always attached to your hip, follows you around all the time and when you stop walking he bumps into your legs and falls back on his ass. Runs around your house following his tail and brings you every single insect he catches. Eats a lot and is friendly with other cats. Jiminie and Gukie are his partners in crime.
Jiminie: shy at the beginning but shamelessly asks for belly rubs once you know him. Always around you and whines when he doesn’t get attention. Is jealous of gukie because “taetae is mine, im his baby paws”
Gukie: shy at the beginning but worst cat ever once you know him, steals your food, scratches your couch to piss you off when you’re not giving him attention. If he wakes up in the middle of the night expect him to get under your blankets and push you out of your own bed. Fights with Jiminie all the time because “tae only loves me, don’t touch whats mine”
Suga: new definition of grumpy cat, never comes when you call him, ignores you unless you have food for him, when its time to sleep, he gets on your lap and sleeps, doesn’t matter how many times you pull him away, he will end up on your lap and give you a hell of a night. Soft for hoseokie, will run around after him if it means getting his attention.
Hoseok: hyperactive cat, runs around the house following your shadow. Its clingy and scratches your hand to ask for attention. Never stops and will never stop unless suga asks him to take a nap with him.
Namjoon: have you ever seen a clumsy cat? Okay not use that image and make it 7 times worse. Follows you around and trips over his own legs, you try to avoid stepping onto him and end up falling, he gets on top of you and rubs his head on your arm. Always falls while you’re petting him, falls from the couch, falls from the bed, falls from your lap… messy eater, takes his food and places it next to you so he can keep you company while eating.
Jin: fattest cat alive, eats his food, asks for more and then steals your food. Is cute and he knows it, walks around moving his tail perfectly so everyone notices him. Hates cats who eat messily but doesn’t mind sharing a meal with joonnie.
A/N: its 4 am and im writing this which means idk what im doing and I just couldn’t stop myself because too cute SO COME @ me I DARE YOU.
um. binch,, where art my crusty old men in this au????
um, binch,, u know where ur crusty old men are in this au. u helped me work it out. but :
so, jack is a local detective, and before he started working with the police force he was one of the most well-known superheroes in the city (though he and his partner gabe never had secret identities). he has retired now, but he and gabriel enjoy a quiet life - or as quiet as being a detective can be - together in the city. when he goes out for case work, he always stops by gabe’s bakery to buy danishes.
however, there’s been some strain on he and gabe’s marriage recently, and so jack has fallen into another vigilante persona to relieve stress and fight what he deems the biggest threat - the reaper, a terrorist and felon who jack thinks is behind the city’s crime spike.
You do not know me. You likely have never met me. But let me speak to you, if only for this moment, to explain why so many service dog handlers are “so defensive and gatekeeping”.
Disability is not a social game, or a place, or an activity. Neither is having a service dog.
I have often heard from those who believe that I am just being grumpy that I need to calm down and that I am being selfish by having my own dog and not letting others have theirs. This is simply not true. I am sick. No, not a cold, or the Flu, or even a curable illness. I have chronic illnesses.
They don’t go away, and though I look fine right now, there are days where I cry from pain, where I can’t physically get out of my bed because of the exahustion( oops spelling sorry). There are days when I go out in the heat and pass out because my blood is not like yours, for I have much less of it and it doesn’t know to stay up in my head and arms. I have had more needles in my arms in the last month than you’ve probably ever seen in your life.
But I don’t know you. You could have a disorder, or an illness that disables you. But there is more to a service dog than JUST having tasks, or being with you. I have put blood, sweat, tears, scrapes, pain, and a ton of time into my dogs training. I remember my first outing with Hero I was so nervous because I was afraid he would sniff someone or something and I’d get kicked out (he did not of course). But I quickly learned than the social parts of our country know nothing of the laws, and the ones that do think they can abuse that system.
So I ask you, fake service dog handler, have you ever had a syncope so dangerous that you had to be hospitalized? Have you ever had a migraine so bad that it had the potential to damage your brain? Have you ever had a migraine that madeyour entire left side go numb, including your lungs? Have you ever had scar tissue over your veins so thick that a stick hurts so bad you started to scream? Have you ever had to look down and see your hairbrush filled with hair that is falling out from being malnourished? Have you ever, at any time,had a flashback to when you were beaten, or in war, or attacked by the one person you though you could always count on? Have you ever gotten so overwhlemed by the different smells, sights, sounds, and touches that make you want to rip your head off or bang it against a wall, or that cause you to shut down completely?
And while I may not look it, my service dog is the only thing that keeps me out of the hosptial, that keeps me from livign the rest of my life in my house, bound to it because I would not be allowed out otherwise. He is my rock, my love, my guide, my alert system, my emergency responder that stays with me 24/7. He loves his job, and went through over 500+ hours of training to become the well behaved dog he is today.
I have nothing against you personally, other than your dog not supposed to be in here. I only ask that if you were to do one thing today, it would be to think about what I have said to you, and to think about the laws that are in place.
Those laws, the ADA, are not in place to allow for healthy people to take their dogs wherever they want. It is there because when you are disabled, when you have nothing left in life but the decline of your health, then the joy that we get comes from our dogs. Our dogs that pick things up for us, our dogs that tell us so that we can take our meds to abort an ER trip, our dogs that guide us, that get help, that help us change, and do laundery and walk, that help us cummunicate, that help us overcome nightmares and keep us grounded.
I do not doubt that your dogs brings you joy. But these laws are here to protect me so that I can live the same amount of life as you do without your dog. Whereas you have the choice of taking your dog with you, I am forced to, out of the will and desire to simply remain alive. I may not look sick, but that is due to my dog, and you are using the laws that protect me, to gain what to you seems tiny.
But its an insult to me, and offends me, that you do no training and just bring in your ntrained dog, when I have worked tirelessly to make sure that my dog is trained to standard for his type of job.
So please, I ask you, try to see it from my view. When your dog sniffs and narks and pees on the floor, it shows the public an idea of what they thin ka service dog is, and gives the impression that we are an obnocious comminuty. We are this way out of fear, out of a need to protect our dogs. We spend every minute in ublic hoping that we do not come across an agressive untrained dog. I have had to take Hero out of work, making me homebound, because he has been attacked. We are the way we are because we are ill, and we are sick of being treated like we have it easy, or that we are “lucky” to get to bring our dog everywhere. I am not lucky, and while I am honored and overjoyed to have my partner in crime (Hero), I am constantly in pain, constantly nauseous, contantly battling myself. I ask you to not abuse the system desinged to protect me, and I ask you to understand my defensiveness. I do not look sick, but I am constantly fighting to maintain stability. Your dog being in here puts me in danger, and puts a stain on the service dog name. Please respect us.
Please leave your beloved pet at home, and if you need a service dog… please properly train or get a program dog.
Daily reminder for all those ppl who say Chris isn’t and never been an important character:
Without Chris and Eva first meeting, she would never pick the wrong Chris, probably Vilde never asked her to join the Russebuss group, Sana never asked her phone to follow him, Noora would never defended Vilde and fall in love with William, bc there would be no Penetrators parties without Eva-Chris interactions, no Yakuza fight, so no Isak and Chris being partners in crime, probably Isak and Sana never be more than classmates if the girls wouldn’t be in the same Russebuss, Noora never broke up with William and she wouldn’t argue with Sana about this and than kiss Yousef.
Obviously without s1, s4 wouldn’t happen, but was the meeting with Chris who starts everything: without him, Eva would faced her ex-bestfriends alone with Isak and Jonas only.
x-ray decides to quit the superhero business. vav searches to find a new partner to fight crime, but has some trouble: hilda and ash are too busy, rusty is too paranoid, and while mogar is a great teammate, they don’t always have the best communication skills (and mogar is often busy taking care of his mother)
one night, he witnesses a couple of bank robbers running off with the goods, and having fallen from grace, decides to catch them himself. chaos ensues (bc it’s vav and of course it does) and the two robbers almost get away, until a stranger knocks them both out, and disappears before vav can see anything more than a figure
vav starts a search for this stranger, and with mogar’s help, eventually finds a strange man, decked out in orange and purple and a cowboy hat. he introduces himself as rimmy tim.
rimmy tim proves to be a fearsome superhero in his own right, but teamed with vav and mogar, they’re unstoppable. he also happens to drive a monster truck, and gone are the days of having to take the bus all over the city.
they hear whisperings of a certain pirate businessman coming back, along with the ever-present threat of the mad king. and, probably completely unrelated, but ads for a man in the homebuilding business seem to be popping up all over the city.
That dilemma when you, as your superhero alter ego, sleep once (1) with your crime fighting partner, who you’ve been kind of falling for, and get pregnant… but you can’t be a family with him cause like… the world is at stake and the two of you can’t know each other’s secret identities–and then of course, there’s the trouble of the fact that you’re still in unrequited love with your crush from high school, who just happens to be one of your best friends… and who you’ll probably never have a chance with now that you’re pregnant with someone else’s kid. Throw in college, starting your own business, trying to Adult, and you’ll be in the same boat as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Similarly, there’s that other kind of dilemma where you’ve been in love with this awesome heroic superheroine since you were a high school student, and you get a chance to spend the night with her and you find out she’s pregnant now but?? you still can’t be with her?? cause of that stupid ‘can’t-know-each-other’s-secret-identities’??? Top it off with the fact that one of your best friends, who you kind of have feelings for, is now pregnant with someone else’s kid, meaning you’ve pretty much lost the two women of your dreams. Yeah, Adrien Agreste is feeling that pretty hard right now.
*takes place about 6/7 years after the end of Season 1, so Marinette and Adrien are around 22? This fic is utter soap opera material be warned lol
“Does everyone have their groups?” Madame Bustier looked around the room, making sure no one had been left out.
They had been allowed to pick groups for this assignment, since it was just a simple trivia game. Alya, Marinette, Nino, and Adrien had decided to form a group together since they were all relatively close (especially Nino and Alya) and they sat near each other. Adrien and Nino turned around, facing the girls (”so we can talk easier dude!” “Sure”).
I will protect you with my entire self, I will put you first and I will always love you, even after we break up, you will always have someone who has your back, if you hurt me I will burn you, if you hurt me I will wish I hated you but I never will.
I will smother you in love, I will kiss you morning and night, I will remind you how wonderful you look I will always be there, if you hurt me I will defend myself and close myself off from you and become more cautious about my next relationship.
I will fight for you, I will defend you and I will stand by your side as your partner in crime, I will talk with you until the wee hours of the night and I will never forget you, but if you hurt me I will pretend you don't exist and I will isolate you entirely.
I will love you until I die, I will hold you close at night and I will remind you every single day how important you are to me, if you hurt me I will never be able to look at you the same, and I will never forget, even if I forgive.
I will take you out and take you everywhere, I will show you love and I will always want to hold your hand, if you hurt me I will be mean and I will be vengeful I will hurt you just as badly as you hurt me.
I will show you quiet love, I will give you space and I will want space but I will wrap you in my arms and whisper the sweetest words in your ears I will give you true love, if your hurt me I will stop talking to you and likely never talk to you again.
I will tease you and play with you but I will also fully appreciate you I will give you my heart if you treat me right and I will treat you better then you've ever been, if you hurt me I will hide I will shut down and block you from seeing any deeper into my mind.
I will give you the deepest most thoughtful love, I will sweep you off your feet and surprise you with charm and mystery, if you hurt me I will look away and never look back, I will hurt and I will want to reach out but I won't.
I will be at your side I will take you on the wildest adventures and show you beautiful things in life, I will take over your world and keep you excited, if you hurt me I will run, I will push you as far as I can and keep my distance as much as possible, and then I will return and act like nothing happened and all we've ever been is friends.
I will love you in a way you have never been loved, I will give you strength and I will cheer you on, I will push you and I will always support you, if you hurt me I will act like you haven't I will act as though it didn't hurt even a bit, and then I will be cruel and cold to you.
I will show you joy and laughter, I will take you into the weirdest wackiest most beautiful world, where we go on the funnest dates and I take your hand and look into your eyes and you can see what you mean to me, if you hurt me I will be angry and I will fight back I won't let you push me down.
I will give you the most enchanting and fairy tale like love you've ever had, you will feel like you are in a storybook, I will rescue you and keep you safe, I will give you romance and never ending love, if you hurt me I will be emotional and unsure of what to do, I will not be able to trust you and I will close myself off from you.
Whenever I think of this pairing I think of the "I CLAIMED YOU ON MY TAXES, SHAWN" bit, so I would like to hear a bit about how Gus ended up claiming Shawn on his taxes. If it involves marriage shenanigans that would just be icing on the cake.
OK I am legit imagining a Sweet Home Alabama AU. Shawn has been swanning around the country with a series of odd jobs and adventures (this is all thoroughly pre-Psych), but he makes routine trips back to Santa Barbara and on one of those trips it’s around tax season and Gus is hanging out with him when he tries to fill out his tax forms. And Shawn is just epically bored with the taxes and they’ve gotten to the bottom of a couple of those pouches of blue drink you get at the supermarket that have labels that warn in all caps CONTAINS ALCOHOL but that mostly taste like skittles. Thus, Gus is pliant and willing and Shawn totally cons him into filing for a domestic partnership and then doing Shawn’s taxes for him because, as Shawn will say many, many times, “SPOUSE!”
So this goes on for a few years and Gus secretly likes it because it means Shawn always shows up in the spring at some point with a pocket full of receipts and some W-2s. Gus always rolls his eyes but he does the taxes and they drink the stupid pouches of CONTAINS ALCOHOL or whatever and it’s just….it’s nice.
Only in this AU, Shawn doesn’t settle down in Santa Barbara eventually to run Psych. He eventually comes to a stop in some big city somewhere where the tips to the cops don’t raise any flags because no one pays that kind of minute attention to the tip line. And Shawn has always assumed it was completely and totally clear that he conned Gus into marrying him because obvious, gigantic crush on Gus and that Gus insists on it being a tax thing as his subtle way of turning Shawn down. So when Shawn settled in….let’s say Chicago….he didn’t really think the “marriage” with Gus was a real thing he could break up because he knew Gus didn’t like guys anyway, obviously, and even if he did, he’d clearly be into some straight-laced respectable type.
So Shawn sets up as a private detective, no psychic shenanigans, and starts to make a life for himself. Eventually, he settles down even more with a cool sex friend who’s convenient and it’s the closest he’s gotten to ~loving someone who’s not Gus, so they decide to run away to Vegas and get married when the gay marriage law passes. Only, shit, what if Gus is still claiming him on his taxes? He should probably go back and check.
So he rolls into Santa Barbara, first time in a few years, and tries to get Gus to dissolve the domestic partnership so he can get married to his casual sex friend. Maybe the casual sex friend even comes with and maybe Shawn is all sedate and manageable and not at all the hijinks shenanigans guy Gus fell in love with. And Gus has been riding on the assumption that Shawn is a will-o-the-wisp types who can’t be ~tied down or some shit but hell no is Shawn marrying this dude, this dude has a neck tattoo and is genuinely unfun.
Also Gus may have upgraded the files to full on gay marriage, like, the DAY it was passed. For tax reasons.
Also, I assume a shenanigans case erupts while Shawn and his cool sex friend are in town only his cool sex friend is a terrible partner in solving crime and Gus rolls his eyes a lot about it, but gleefully takes over. And there’s a moment later when they’ve stolen the pivotal toy poodle and are hiding in the murder suspect’s bathroom having a whispered fight about their storied past when it becomes clear that this has never been a taxes thing to Gus and it’s always been the One True for Shawn.
So Neck Tattoo leaves town, Shawn and Gus go into business with a legit detective agency (not a psychic one), and they stay married after all.