oh hey fall

anonymous asked:

sorry i don't remember the if it had a title yet. nut last i checked, a series of drabbles with ladybug falling in love with chat noir and adrien falling in love with marinette? and him asking if she could just (*crying) love him again. im the anon who needs a good cry through a heartbreaking fic. love u

Ah, that one’s called Falling Out, Falling In, which you can find here. And I love you too so here, have some heartbreak.


“I, for one,” Chat Noir declared, “am excited for Autumn.”

“Of course you are,” Ladybug snorted, playfully nudging his shoulder with hers. “Aren’t cats’ regular body temperatures higher than a human’s? Lucky you, always warm.”

“Au contraire, I actually get cold easily! But when it gets cold, then I’ll get to wear my favorite scarf.”

“Pfft, are you a fashionista or something?”

“Or something.”

Chat Noir gave her a wink, and Ladybug’s heart–the traitorous thing–gave a skip.

“My scarf,” he continued, one finger absently touching his collar as if the scarf was already there, “my– ah, my friend gave it to me. Or, well, she didn’t give to me, I don’t think, but she made it, for sure. I think there was some kind of mixup and– It was years ago and I don’t know if she even knows that I know–”

A blush crept up to his cheeks then. His human ears were surely red, too; Ladybug didn’t need to see them under his hair to know. And he didn’t have to say anything else to know who the “friend” was, either. 

Ah, well. There went her idea to make him a scarf for Christmas. Marinette was amazing at making scarves, she knew that. But his smile wasn’t about the actual scarf; it was about the person. That girl he’s loved for years, apparently.

“–It’s a nice scarf. It’s my favorite.”

Ladybug said nothing in response. Her heart–the traitorous thing–felt heavy and cold. She wrapped her arms around it.

“Hey… Are you cold?”

It had nothing to do with the weather, but– “Yeah.”

“Aw, poor little bug! Come here.” His invitation was wrapped in a fond chuckle and complemented by his open arms. “Cats are warmer than humans, I hear.”

She didn’t wait to be asked twice.

Maybe Chat Noir was wooing some other girl now, maybe his shy smile and his heart wasn’t hers anymore– not hers, maybe never hers to begin with. But this? This sort of warm, safe, friendly comfort during patrols?

This was still hers.

agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

Inktober day 9: Screech - Gargrunkle 

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I like fancy suit-wearing mostly-human-looking gargrunkle…but I also like super gargoyle-y gargrunkle? Like he can only talk when water’s running through his mouth and has to sleep on the roof and turns to stone randomly? That sounds like fun.

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Our task is to construct an image of the man. We don’t yet know him. But we will.
└ for @johnsmoore ♡ (The Alienist (2018))

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Dipper had Grunkle Stan teach him how to box freshman year onwards, to help him deal with a bullying problem. He refused to join the school’s team back at Piedmont, though. Boxing is sacred to his time in Gravity Falls, the only place he feels at home. 

The bullies left him alone when he scored a neat sucker punch that first fight outside the school. He stays fit anyway, though, because there’s always gonna be someone meaner out there than them. 

Folie a Deux in a nutshell
  • Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: wtf is this song even about idk man but I am going to chant until my lungs give out sO boycOTT LOOOOOOOVE -
  • I Don't Care: yeah, fuck you too
  • She's My Winona: apparently this baby boy with long eyelashes is Zeus
  • America's Suitehearts: what am I idk but I'm catchy af
  • Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: actually about a wife who was cheating on her husband but you'd never know because enunciATING IS OVERATED ANYWAY.
  • The (Shipped) Gold Standard: mY dAD CauGHT Me a HORseSHOE CRab why idk but fuck it, it didn't make much sense to begin with.
  • (Coffee's for Closers): hey this actually makes sense and has a deep meaning to be yourself butwhenyousearchforitingooglesomefuckingmovieshowsupwhat
  • What a Catch, Donnie: I'M noT cRYInG I'm jUST sweaTINg frOm MY EYeSohheybrendonurie
  • 27: we wanna be cool like other bands, but unfortunately we are too adorable af and emo, sooooo alsoPat'svoiceishellasmoothinthissongtbh
  • Tiffany Blews: icertainlydidnothavethissongstuckinmyheadliterallyalldaywhat also I'm not a crybaby, I'm THE crybaby, get it right, god
  • w.a.m.s.: wat alsotheinterludeattheendishotasfuckohmygod
  • 20 Dollar Nosebleed: drugs, why, because Brendon Urie is here feat. angsty poetry by Pete
  • West Coast Smoker: what the hell are you even speaking English Pat also knoCK onCE fOr THe faTHEr, TWicE fOr THE SoN, ThreE TImeS fOr THE HoLy ghOST feat. Pete screams

anonymous asked:

Have you ever drawn Stan and Luffy in each other's signature outfits?

A perfect fit.

Secret agent maaaaaaaan~
OH YEAH check out his guns

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Ayyyy~ some Mage AU sketches! 

funkyhunkygrunklestans *points at screen* LOOK! MULLET FORD! Both the Stans have mullet in this AU!!! And I decided that Ford only wear his glasses for reading. And nyeehhh, I am too lazy to properly tone the sketch… *crawls under table*