have all the force of the great typhoon

A Brief Summary: Ancient Greeks
  • Helen: Dame that hatched out of an egg and started a giant war
  • Achilles: Cross-dresses, sulks then kills people then dies
  • Patroklus: Sasstroklus
  • Amphiaraus: Hoe broke Hades’ ceiling
  • Aeneas: Roman plot armour 
  • Paris: Lil bitch with godly help. Additional: Should have picked a different goddess
  • Herakles: Fucked up by Hera but was still an ass. Disney lies.
  • Odysseus: Clever ho with the stupidest crew in the entire universe
  • Pirithous: Hades made his buttocks smooth
  • Penelope: *Lady Gaga Voice* Boys Boys Boys
  • Briseis: *Lady Gaga voice* Boys Boys Boy- *all the boys die* shit
  • The Entirety of Sparta: It’s ok to be gay (in fact it’s kinda illegal not to be)
  • Bellerophon: Tamed Pegasus then was killed by a fly
  • Tydeus: The First Zombie *groans braaaaains in the background*
  • Ganymede: Literally the hottest man in existence
  • Agamemnon: Actual, literal trash
  • Clydemnestra: She who takes out the actual, literal trash
  • Asclepius: Healed people, raised people from the dead, was the son of a god and was killed for it. Sound familiar? 
  • Hephaestion: (whoops he’s a Macedonian) A+ thighs but died eating chicken
  • Alexander the Great: (another Macedonian lol) actually just great
  • Icarus: Don’t get high, kids 
  • Pasiphae: Whoops, Hera made me fuck a bull
  • Oedipus: Motherfucker
  • Theseus: Saved by his balls. Well, Ariadne’s ball. Of string.
  • Nausicaa: She ain’t afraid of no naked man
  • Hector: Lucky Apollo was on his side or he’d never have recovered from that Patroburn\rock to the face
  • Cassandra: tbh should probably have fucked Apollo
  • Anchises: Aphrodite has a thing for cripples
  • Diomedes: boss aSS BITCHH *the crowd goes wild* *gods run off*
  • Polyphemus: MANFLESH
  • Daedalus: Amazing maze man
  • Perseus: Killed a dame with wild-as hair and killed his dad with a discus (DIDN’T FCUKING RIDE PEGASUS U HOLLYWOOD TRASH)
  • Circe: Men are literally pigs
  • Laocoon (and sons): Get these motherfuckin’ snakes off this motherfuckin’ beach
  • Telemachus: I MUST BE SWIFT AS A RAGING RIVER\ WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON *becomes a man into the distance, that distance being Sparta*


If y’all want to know the stories behind any of these, send me an ask

Story for Helen x
Story for Amphiaraus x
Story for Telemachus x
Story for Agamemnon here x
Story for Briseis here x

Question - What is the most attractive quality to you in a romantic relationship?
  • Sokka: Big bust *thumbs up*
  • Aang: They must be gentle *looks at Katara and blush*
  • Katara: I'm already in love with Aang. He's the perfect man to me. Isn't it, sweetie?
  • Toph: Eeeh, whatever.
  • Azula: To call a man my partner, he must be an equal to me all respect. And we should rule the world together.
  • Zuko: They must be… swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire… mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
  • Mai: Stop flattering me, Zuko.
  • Sokka: So they have to be a man?
  • Aang:
  • Katata:
  • Azula:
  • Mai:
  • Zuko: heo don't do it
  • Toph: I THOUGHT YOU LOVE ME

anonymous asked:

'not a man' everyone knows that ur only a man if ur as swift as a coursing river, having all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, while also being mysterious as the dark side of the moon?? duh

Anon: ur not a man without a MAGNUM DONG you piece of shit.

WHY YOU SHOULDN’T GET THE SIGNS MAD

Aries: They were literally named after the God of War. U ever get one mad? It’s like HULK SMASH they have no chill and they never get tired they only stop when they get bored 

Taurus: Ok they’re pretty chill and lazy eating their grass and shit, but bulls get pretty angry especially during bull-fights and when u taunt them. They will gore u and have nO SHAME

Gemini: Seemingly harmless since everything about them is fake, but they can turn EVERYONE against u even ur own mother they’re so good w people don’t mess w them

Cancer: When they get mad they retreat into their own little shell bUT THEY COME BACK A MILLION TIMES STRONGER they like get blinded by anger and lose any sense of reason

Leo: They have all the force of a great typhoon and the strength of a raging fire + they don’t do that forgive and forget bullshit they will always be looking for an opportunity to kill ur sorry ass

Virgo: Not inherently violent, but chillingly intelligent. Expect them 2 blackmail u bc they know everything about u and every trace u have left on the internet and they will let the whole world know about it #noregrets

Libra: It’s annoying. They will talk shit about u FOREVER and then ignore u, then pretend to be ur friend, then be really cold and it’s just annoying, you wish they’d kill u already but they won’t

Scorpio: Scariest assholes out there. Remember Raven from Teen Titans and how she has dark forces and basically the entire underworld on their side? That’s all u need to know

Sagittarius: They know exactly what to say to hurt u. Words don’t hurt? Really?? Get a Sagittarius mad, and they’ll bring up something u forgot about and it’ll make u cry urself to sleep for 3 days

Capricorn: They’ll get really quiet and WILL NEVER LET IT GO AND WILL mENTION it in front of other people and people will listen to them bc they’re so calm and rational 

Aquarius: Either you’ll disappear or they will. Neither scenario will leave a trace.

Pisces: Easily influenced by other’s opinions, so if someone else hates you, they probably will and they’re SO GOOOD at playing the victim, you’ll basically have no friends ever again

Having a penis doesn’t make you a man.
Having a vagina doesn’t make you a woman.
To be a man, you must be as swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon

Trans!Bitty headcannon totally inspired by this post, where Bitty is out to the team and at one point he’s feeling dysphoric and accidentally lets the team know he’s feeling this way. He didn’t mean to worry them but he mentioned it while he was filming for his vlog. Unfortunately he made the mistake of filming his vlog in the Haus kitchen. Ransom and Holster were about to sneak in and see if they can steal something when they hear him say that even though he knows he’s a man sometimes it’s hard to feel that way when he doesn’t have a penis or needs to bind his breasts. Ransom and Holster immediately burst in, all plans of baked goods stealing forgotten, to assure Bitty that he is totally a man and it doesn’t matter what he’s got because to be a man he “must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon” and he has all of that and more. Bitty is still startled by their abrupt entrance when he was expecting to be left alone in the kitchen and is trying to stutter out a response. This prompts the Holster to start singing the actual song, belting it out at the top of his lungs with Ransom joining in a little behind him. And like all Disney songs, once people in the Haus notice it’s being sung they can’t help but go to the kitchen and join in. That’s how Bitty has a video of most of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team (including Jack!) belting out Make A Man Out Of You off-key and at the top of their lungs while cramming themselves into the kitchen. Bitty laughs. And cries. And while he doesn’t post the video, he does keep the footage as a pick me up for when he’s missing his friends or feeling especially dysphoric and doesn’t know what to do with himself or how to make it better.

  • [Question - What is the most attractive quality to you in a romantic relationship?]
  • Kuroko: They must be gentle.
  • Aomine: Big bust *thumbs up*
  • Midorima: Someone older than me. Preferably a Scorpio.
  • Murasakibara: Ehh… Someone tall.
  • Akashi: Elegancy.
  • Kise: They must be… swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire… mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
  • Kuroko: So they have to be a man?
  • Kise:
  • Kuroko:
  • Kise:
  • Kuroko:
  • GOM:

anonymous asked:

even catching isak singing to disney or some song like the time when there in the kitchen and isak says about the hashtag thing because even liked he gabrielle song. even doesn't let isak live the moment down 😂 cue even teasing isak

This one was so cuteeee. I chose the song I did because it is my all time favorite disney song and I truly think that Isak would know it by heart. (And I wrote all the damn lyrics by memory because, fuck yeah!)

I hope this is similar to what you wanted!

—————–

Isak tries not to let the sweet feeling of victory consume his very being.

See the thing is; Isak never wakes up before Even. It just doesn’t happen. It doesn’t matter if Even’s manic or chill or whatever, he just naturally has a damn internal alarm clock that wakes his ass up while Isak is still in snoozeland.

Except, that is, for today. Cue Isak’s victory dance.

It’s not usually a thing he gets haughty about or bothered by at all. How could anyone get upset about your boyfriend waking you up with breakfast or kisses (or a blow job like yesterday morning, thank you very much Even).

But sometimes Isak has visions of cooking Even breakfast. He has visions of waking up to Even’s delighted grin- happy that for once, Isak was the romantic one. Isak was the one who made some grand gesture of his undying devotion. Or whatever. Isak’s not fucking sappy, alright?

So with Even snoring softly next to him as Isak had woken up, he scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline and recipes already running through his mind. (Did they have oranges for orange juice? Did they have eggs- of course they had eggs, dumbass. But what about bacon? And peppers- Even loves peppers in omelets. Ah fuck, did they have the cheese Even likes?)

The answer, thank god, was yes to all of the above and Isak was content that the morning was running smoothly.

On the kitchen counter, just to the left of the stove, Noora’s IPod sat unassumingly hooked into Eskild’s speaker system. Isak peeked down the darkened hallways, considering the chances he might piss off one or both of them if he borrowed it.

Eh screw it.

He flicked the Ipod on and put it on shuffle, figuring Noora was cool, she’d have some decent music, right?

The first song was alright- Black Eyed Peas, I’ve Got a Feeling. Not his first choice, but he could jam.

Isak cracked the eggs, cursing when a piece of shell fell into the mixture. But it’s alright, easily fixable mistake, so he pressed on. He whisked the eggs, throwing in some salt, chopping up peppers to throw in for Even.

Then the song changed.

Let’s get down to business
To defeat… The Huns

“Fuck me,” Isak murmured, “Fucking Disney.”

But also.

Mulan was a fucking kickass movie. Isak considered the song for a second, letting memories of his mom sitting Isak down on the couch in the mornings before breakfast and putting it on for him, laughing and clapping as he pretended to fight Huns alongside Mulan.

Isak poured the egg mixture into the pan, realizing almost right after that he was mouthing along to the words.

Isak glanced behind him. The hall was silent, no lights were on…. no one to see him if he decided to…

“You’re the saddest bunch I ever met,” Isak sung along, adding a bit more salt and moving his hips along to the song, “And you haven’t got a clue, Mister I’ll make a mannnn out of you.”

Okay so spoiler- he really loved Mulan. Even throughout his teenage years, Mulan was probably the one movie he didn’t feel too terribly guilty watching. It just- it wasn’t as gay as liking, like, Beauty and The Beast or Snow White or something. She was literally a bad ass! She wielded a sword and had a pet dragon! At least she didn’t wait around in a tower waiting for true love- what was so gay about liking Mulan?

(Isak flinched, knowing he had used those exact words to defend his choice in movie to Jonas on his thirteenth birthday. Jonas, of course, had barely even blinked, settling himself down to watch it with him.)

Isak grinned at the memory and turned the volume up a bit, feeling too happy to care how dumb he felt punching the air in time with how he remembered Shang doing it in the middle of the song’s movie scene.

“I’m never gonna catch my breath,“ Isak slurred, probably butchering the fast English lyrics but fuck it, he was having a good time, “Say goodbye to those who knew meee.”

Isak flipped the omelet, adding cheese in between his increasingly passionate solos (which fuck yeah, he still remembered every damn word to the song.)

“We must be swift as a coursing river- With all the force of a great typhoon,” Isak couldn’t help but chuckle as he stumbled on the pronunciations of some of the words. “With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the mooooooooon!”

Isak grinned and spun around, riding the last note out.

Even was right there. He was right fucking there.

Isak yelped, nearly knocking over the hot pan of food with the force of his stumble.

“Easy there,” Even said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen’s entry way, “Please don’t stop. I’m enjoying the show.”

“Oh my god,” Isak whispered, righting the pan and turning off the heat. To Even, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to want to discuss your love of Mulan,” Even chuckled, the crinkles by his eyes so pronounced, the size of his smile almost blinding, “Now how are you going to nag me about liking Gabrielle, when you’re a closet Disney lover.”

“Oh, baby,” Isak said before he could help himself, “I’m not a closet anything anymore.”

Even snorted, walking further into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Isak’s waist, “Mmhmm. So do you have any more songs up your sleeve? Maybe some Pocahontas? Or a Whole New World? I’d love to hear you sing some Little Mermaid.”

Isak rolled his eyes, “Shut up, I don’t know all of those- just Mulan is a decent movie.”

“Oh Isak, dishonor on you,” Even said, pulling away, “Mulan is so much better than a decent movie.”

Isak felt his grin widen, “Can you sing along to all of the songs?”

“What- you think Gabrielle and Nas are my only party tricks?”

“I think that if you were any more of a nerd, I might need to buy you a calculator- or sign you up for Math Club or something.”

“Says the one who was literally dancing in his socks and underwear to Make A Man Out of You.”

Isak had no response to that, so he tilted his chin up and looked at Even from under his lashes. Even’s lips quirked at the familiar gesture, gracefully fulfilling Isak’s request for a kiss.

“Shang and Mulan were to best Disney couple,” Isak said, when they parted moments later.

“Yeah, but, Shang was kind of a dumbass, wasn’t he?” Even couldn’t help but lean in to brush their noses together, “All of the other couples had these grand sweeping romantic gestures. ‘You were my dream’ and whatever.”

Isak laughed, “He told Mulan she fought well- that was his version of an ‘I love you’, I think. That’s about as romantic as it gets.”

Even considered, before pulling out of Isak’s arms. “Did you make food?”

Isak cursed and turned around, pulling out a plate and sliding Even’s omelet onto it. It was a little browner than he would like from being left in the pan, but it would do.

He presented the plate to Even with a shy grin.

Even accepted the plate and looked down at the food. The most peculiar look came over his face and Isak was half afraid that he had made it wrong or something. But Even grabbed a fork and took a bite, grinning at Isak the entire time.

Isak shifted, tilting his head, “Why are you staring at me?”

Even shook his head, smile not dimming even the slightest bit. “Hey Isak? You fight good.”

Nico training with Will.

*Nico blocks one of Will’s attacks and Will drops his sword*

Nico: For the last time, Will. To be a good fighter you need to be… *dramatic gesture* as swift as a coursing river.

Will: Oh gods.

Nico: *Dramatic gesture* With all the force of a great Typhoon.

Will: Nico, no.

Nico: *Dramatic gesture* With all the strength of a raging fire.

Will: Nico, seriously. If you finish this then I’m not having sex with you tonight.

Nico: *Dramatic gesture* As mysterious as the dark side of the Moon.

Will: I knew introducing you to Disney would be a mistake.

Nico: We’re still having sex, right?

Will:

Will:

Will:

Will: Yeah, we’re still having sex.

atlantisking  asked:

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

SEX+ROMANCE HEADCANONS!  |  ACCEPTING  |  @atlantisking

         a. )   be a man
         b. )   be swift as a coursing river
         c. )   have all the force of a great typhoon
         d. )   have all the strength of a raging fire
         e. )   be as mysterious as the dark side of the moon

You Have Her Smile

As promised to @megatraven, who aced her test and acTUALLY GOT SOME SLEEP, here’s a little drabble from me! I’ve never written this corner of the Love Square before, so I decided to take that step forward (and please don’t kill me if I don’t do this ship any justice)

In which Adrien receives a visit from a little bug after the best dinner he’s had all year. I hope you like it! :)

Word count: 2370


Adrien felt a tug on his shirt before Plagg popped his head out from underneath his jacket. “Adrien, my cheese,” he reminded his chosen for the seventh time, impatient.

He looked around to ensure no one was watching. “Alright, alright, I’ll get to that,” he whispered as he patted him back down. He was sure he wouldn’t be missed - his classmates were preoccupied with intensely watching and placing bets on Kim and Alix, who were going one-on-one on Dance Dance Revolution, the score margin frustratingly close. They wouldn’t even notice he was gone. 

Like a mouse – ironic to say for Chat Noir himself - Adrien quietly made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen. Gabriel had already dismissed most of the kitchen staff for the night, save the one who was serving the adults in the dining hall. He was hardly ever allowed in here, so the feeling of unfamiliarity and child-like wonder never failed to bubble up every time he opened the pantry, albeit only for the first few seconds.

After he grabbed a wheel of camembert from a shelf, his nose captured the overpowering scent of decadence and velvety chocolate, inviting him over to the stove. Over the moon to find a pot of leftover hot cocoa simmering over the hob, Adrien scurried over to the fridge. Plagg was hovering nearby, too busy munching on his beloved but rancid delicacy. 

“Marshmallows, cream, marshmallows, cream…” Adrien mumbled to himself over and over, as if it would better his chances of finding them.

There were none. Darn it.

He shut the refrigerator door with a huff. Won’t be like how Mom used to make them, but it’ll have to do, Adrien thought with a sigh, reluctant to come to that conclusion.

It would’ve been nice to have something of hers tonight.

10:55 pm, Adrien noted, when he was leaning against one of the front doors left ajar, staring at the courtyard, the stairs, the outside realm – all blanketed in white fluff. It stopped snowing a few hours ago. There wasn’t a soul in sight beyond the gates. He was almost tempted to run out and roll around – almost, because he was taught it to be unbecoming of the son of a world-renowned fashion designer. He brought the hot mug of cocoa to his lips, spoiling himself with all the time in the world to enjoy the rich sensation reaching his tongue, the heat penetrating his skin and flowing through his entire body.

“Yeah! Suck it, Kubdel!” a war cry echoed from afar, only followed by cheers that shook the very ground. He could only imagine what happened next – after he heard a long string of cusses and a stomp. That only meant bad, bad news for Kim because,

a) Alix usually reigned champ and there was yet to be a time she didn’t demand a rematch with the force of a typhoon, should she face defeat, and

b) Alix had an outrageously broad profane vocabulary. No amount of soap could wash her stupidly filthy mouth clean. She could easily curse Kim and his family all the way to his great-great-great grandchildren.

Adrien chuckled. He could hardly believe any of what tonight had become. Only hours earlier was he running on the rooftops of Paris, singing the anger off his chest and nearly lashing out on that Christmas tree. He frowned.

What would Mom have thought of me then?

Then he remembered what he heard from his room earlier. The noises that brought colour to the dull grey walls of the mansion.

Noises.

It had been far too long since Adrien had heard noises in this household. It didn’t matter if they were the same ones he heard every day in school - he was utterly grateful he finally won that battle. The words Gabriel told him earlier - I can’t bear losing you too, he recalled - may have planted an unfair seed of guilt in his conscience, but he felt that maybe his father made up for that. To see a familiar friendly face in every seat, to hear chatter and gossip and unadulterated laughter at the dinner table - his heart could burst. Everything was incredibly overwhelming. 

Things couldn’t get any better than this. 

“Got any more of that?”

He spat out his drink.

Adrien almost stumbled over when he came face-to-face with spots and pigtails he knew all too well. He didn’t miss the quiet giggle the heroine made before nimbly somersaulting and landing gracefully on her toes at his doorstep. She simply watched as he struggled to regain his composure, her amused smile only growing.

I spoke way too soon.

“Sorry,” she started, wiping the mirth from her face. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Ladybug!” Adrien bared his teeth wide behind his nervous smile, his free hand already gripping the back of his neck. “Ho-how nice of you to drop by! Can I get you anything?”

She stretched her arms over her head, folded them behind her neck and tapped her elbows together with a brief release of breath. “I was just wondering if you had any more hot chocolate. This bug’s just a little parched, is all.”

He looked down at his mug, knowing he had taken whatever was left in the pot, and then back at her expectant expression. “This was all that was left in the kitchen,” he explained apologetically. He brought forward the drink in hand. “Would you like some of mine?” 

Ladybug, quite hesitant, reached for the mug with both hands before pulling it towards her. She didn’t drink it straightaway, her reluctance only made him increasingly puzzled. She let out a humourless laugh.

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing, just… I don’t mean to sound like a brat, but… I usually top my chocolate with a cow’s weight of whipped cream. Then I like to sprinkle some tiny marshmallows on top of that. I look in the mirror after I drink and I’ve become Santa.” Ladybug explained thoughtlessly.

Does she also…?

“And if Maman allows me,” she added. “I drizzle the whole thing with chocolate sauce! It really surprises me how on earth I haven’t already gained twenty pounds after each gulp!”

She does, just like how Mom used to.

He motioned for her to down the whole thing as she was drinking it. “Thanks,” she handed back the empty mug to him and licking off what was left around her mouth. Adrien sat the mug on the floor at a distance from him, so he wouldn’t accidentally knock it over.

“So what brings you here?”

Her face fell, arms hiding behind her, one leg wrapping around the other. “I owe you an apology.” 

“I’m sorry?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Gone was the aura of free-spirit she may have had earlier, replaced only with seriousness. “You were right. I was wrong to just jump to the conclusion that Santa had been akumatized. I really thought he would hurt you. I guess I was just so worried, it kinda went over my head. I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

He offered her a small grin. She worried about him - granted, she didn’t know he was Chat Noir (not yet, he told himself, when the time is right), so hearing that was beyond comforting. “Hey, you were only looking out for me,” Adrien reassured. “All is forgiven. It’s Christmas, right?”

Nothing but cool winds passed between them, long enough it was almost awkward, before she opened her mouth to speak again. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but… why did you?”

“Why did I what?”

“You know, disappear?”

Adrien turned away and winced, but only for a split second – Ladybug would have missed it if she had blinked, but she hadn’t. In his head, he was weighing the pros and cons of telling her. On one hand, he didn’t know who was behind the mask – she could be anyone. He would be horrified to learn he opened up to, heaven forbid, one of his crazier fans. On the other, she was one of his closest friends, even if she didn’t know it yet. Telling her meant she would know more of him; her black-clad, pun-loving mess of a partner. It gave him comfort knowing she wouldn’t stand before a stranger when the day finally came to show themselves.

His head kept saying it was a bad idea, but his heart sung louder that she ought to know. She was a friend, after all – the one thing he struggled the hardest to attain his whole life.

“This is actually my first Christmas without my mother.” Adrien started, a heavy weight slowly lifting with each syllable he pronounced. “She vanished several months ago, and my father hasn’t been handling it well. And he’s always so caught up with work, I felt that he didn’t want to celebrate this year. He never acted like he wanted to…” There was a lump in his throat, but he fought his way to speak through it. “…like he wanted to spend his Christmas with me. I thought I’d have no one. Just another night of empty promises and broken families. So I ran.”

He finally raised his head up to see her, but what he had feared to see wasn’t what she wore on her face. He had expected sympathy, pity, for her heart to break on his behalf. Instead, she turned to take something she had kept behind her and unfolded it before him. He recognised it immediately. The memory of the snowflake-scattered red gift was fresh in his mind, but he didn’t recall seeing it after Ladybug’s restoration spell. 

“I ran into Santa on my way here, and he asked me to return this to you,” she said as he took it from her hands. “It’s a really pretty hat! Where’d you get it?” 

“Thank you. My friend Marinette gave it to me. She’s really great.” And that she was. Marinette pretty much had a reputation for how much she cared for her friends. He had to remember to thank her for that (oh, and the hat). 

If he had looked up then, he would have seen Ladybug oddly smiling at herself, like she knew so much more than he did. 

“Do you want to know something, Adrien?” He didn’t reply, so she took it to continue. “Word that you went missing spread like wildfire. The whole town was buzzing, calling each other, asking where you were. All of us went frantic looking for you. We got the police, sent out search parties… my point is that you are cared for, Adrien. You are loved. Your dad might not show it, but he does too. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have done all that he could to find you. 

“And you’re so wrong about that last part, about broken families. Take a closer look at the people around you. Take a closer look at that hat! Do you think Marinette would’ve given it to you if she didn’t care about you? You have her, and Nino, and Alya, and everyone else from your class! Heck, you even have Chloe! Your friends all came to celebrate with you, right? You do have a family, Adrien – they are your family.” 

She picked up his free hand and wrapped both of hers around it. “I want to leave tonight knowing that you’ll never forget that. I want you to remember that you’re never alone, not anymore. I can’t put any more emphasis on how much you mean to them. The next time you feel as though the world is against you, remember that you have them to stand by you. You even have me and Chat. You can count that the defenders of Paris will join you, should you ever call.” 

You’re never alone, not anymore. 

Adrien said nothing, and then he saw it as clear as day on her lips. There it was, the smile that alone glowed like sunshine in his memories. The smile that alone brought flowers after the rainstorms of his childhood. The smile that alone brought him back to her, back to her embrace. He returned hers with one of his own, but it couldn’t rival the one that radiated the pure warmth and runny-honey sweetness and wonderfullysuffocating love his mother showered him with. 

He got to have something of his mother’s tonight, after all. 

He couldn’t find the words to express how much she had enlightened him, how grateful he was that she had. “Ladybug, I-I don’t know what to say. I…” he cleared his throat. “Thank you, Ladybug. Really, I owe you so much.” He thought of it as another reason to protect her with his life. They were partners, of course, but this just added so much more to it. 

Though Adrien respected her wishes not to, his longing to know exactly who this gem of a girl was only strengthened at that very moment. He wanted to know more of the girl he’d give his all to. He wanted to thank her for giving him the greatest gift he had received this Christmas.   

She let his hand go and her smile only grew. “Please. It’s the least I could do. All I ask is that you heed my words.” She leaned towards him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and he instantly felt heat rising from the contact. “Merry Christmas, Adrien.” With that, she ran down the stairs across the courtyard, drew out her yo-yo and swung from building to building to, if Adrien guessed correctly, her family.

He knew people tended to forget that Ladybug was just a kid like him, which was why he was always patient with her when she wasn’t thinking straight. She was human, she was flawed and she messed things up – nothing, not even ancient kwami magic, could take that away from any miraculous wielder. 

Adrien’s hand went up to that spot on his cheek, where he still felt her burning touch, then he brought it to his lips. Pressing a lingering kiss on his fingers, he blew it in her direction and sighed, wistful.

“Merry Christmas, my Lady.”


I had a lot of fun writing this! If only I kept having ideas this good :/ Meh, a girl can dream. This has been my favourite to write so far, so I hope I did it right! (It’d make my day if you told me what you thought, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.) Fingers crossed that Meg likes it!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it, and happy holidays to everyone! 

Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

I just graduated from high school and was thinking of going into teaching. What qualities do you think a person needs to have in order to be an effective teacher?

You must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon, with all the strength of a raging fire, and mysterious as the dark side of the moon.

In short, 5 tips (in no particular order)

1.) Strength in multi-tasking. You’ll have 30 kids vying for attention and you have to be able to juggle all of those demands.

2.) Compassion. If you’ve ever muttered disparaging remarks about “kids these days,” don’t go into teaching. Every generation thinks it’s better than the one before it and it will drag you down.

3.) Poker Face. Meetings will drive you nuts. Paperwork will drive you nuts. Admin will drive you nuts. If it shows on your face (I personally have a problem with eye-rolling in meetings that I have yet to get a handle on) then you will be reprimanded constantly. 

4.) A true desire to help, not just be listened to. I met a number of peers in college and a few co-workers in my career who seem to have become teachers just to hear themselves ramble on. They are few and far between, but something to investigate and soul-search to make sure your intentions are correct.

5.) The ability to admit mistakes. You are going to make aprox. 2,405 mistakes your student teaching + first year of teaching. (give or take 20 if you have a stable copy machine.) Lesson plans will not be up to snuff, or a lesson will go wrong in class. Being able to take constructive criticism, correct your mistakes, and not take it personally, will behoove you greatly in your teaching career. 

I have a lot more I could say about this, and I plan on writing a longer post on this topic, (Listicle style like this, this, or this.) However, in a quick blurb, those five are pretty important. Good luck, and thanks for the ask!

tagged by: @limitlessmonster(my lollipop ♥♥)

tagging: –

1) Currently reading?
Books.

2) The lyric that is currently stuck in your head?
Be a man
You must be swift as a coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon

- A Man

3) What’s your go-to comfort food?
All foods are comforting.

4) City lights or star light?
No light.

5) How long have you lived where you are living now?
Room: 3 years
House: 5 years
Country: 21 years
Earth: Not long enough

6) Have you ever been horribly disappointed by the show/book/manga/etc you love?
Yes.

7) Favourite lazy Saturday afternoon past time?
Lazing.

8. Have you ever done anything that you always said you wouldn’t?
Plenty.

9.Tell us a funny story?
While playing in the backyard, Little Johnny kills a honeybee. His father sees him killing the honeybee and angrily says, “No honey for you for one month!” Later that afternoon, Johnny’s dad catches him tearing the wings off a butterfly. “That’s it! No butter for you for one month!” says his dad. Later that evening as Johnny’s mother cooks dinner, a cockroach runs across the kitchen floor. She jumps and stomps on it, and then looks up to find Little Johnny and her husband watching her. Little Johnny looks at his father and says, “Are you going to tell her, Dad, or do you want me to?”

10.Time travel or space travel?

Any travel that gets me this.

Requirements for marriage with me

Must supply me with at least 2 Disney trips per year
Must feed me
Must always tell me I’m a pretty Disney princess
Must be swift as the coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Be mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Have gaston looks with prince naveen charm