say kitty

Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
—  so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
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make me choose ♡ jem carstairs/tessa gray or kit herondale/tiberius blackthorn

He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.

(for @remusparker )

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What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Mindless Self Indulgence played such a big role in music history and get zero credit for everything they basically invented the idea of dubstep and techno that most modern artists use in their songs now and nobody ever thinks of who might have invented that style of music and I hate how misunderstood Mindless Self Indulgence is

The Adrien Diaries...

11 Feb 2017

Okay, I take it back. The ground is still really hard even in the super-suit. Especially when it’s three stories below you, and then suddenly RIGHT THERE. Screw it… Plagg wins. I’m DONE.


…it was a flawless plan. FLAWLESS, I SAY! It was my last day to look, and I just needed one quick glance…

I mean, Mari totally seemed to adore Chat when that whole date-with-an-akuma thing went down, so why WOULDN’T she be overjoyed to help me out?!


I mean, she’s like, my ONLY fan…

So, the plan was simple:

  1. Go to Marinette’s
  2. Explain that I have a bet with my Kwami, and it just requires her to turn around for a few minutes.
  3. Quickly and unobtrusively check out her adorably firm bottom
  4. Possibly win bet.

…FLAWLESS!!!

But then IT GETS BETTER! Cause I get over there, and I see her outside on her balcony! ALREADY BENT OVER WATERING FLOWERS!! SCORE!

I can get a gander, tease her a bit, then off I go. 



Except it wasn’t Marinette.

And it turns out she learned that throw from earlier today… from her mom.

…my back is totally bruised, as is my ego.


-Adrien Checked-Out-My-Friend’s-Mom Agreste