“What? Like, a disabled protagonist? How would that even work? How could someone with a disability be the hero in an action show?” local anime trash boy wonders while sitting next to his box sets of Full Metal Alchemist, showing no hint of irony or self awareness.
I am So Done with these criticisms I keep seeing like “It was good and all but Diego Luna didn’t work for me casting-wise, he was too wiry and soft-spoken, not action-movie enough” and I’m like??? SPY???? That’s the point????
Honestly people need to stop forcing the Hypermasculine Jason Statham Aesthetic bullshit irrelevantly onto characters that bear literally no comparison.
…I don’t know where Plagg is hiding at the moment, but when I find him he is a dead Kwami. Dead. I’m gonna transform and Cataclysm my own ring because this is ALL HIS FAULT!
So, apparently, I am developing some “cat-like” tendencies as a result of the mira-curse-lous… which is normally all fine and dandy. Feline reflexes, awesome. Better night vision, I’m down. The temptation of napping in the sun- all over it.
The urge to try and sit in every damn box I see– WHAT THE HELL! Because of course Marinette brought a box of croissants from her family’s bakery for the class today, and of course she had forgotten about setting the empty box next to her seat and OF COURSE I HAD TO TRY AND SIT IN THE STUPID THING WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING– only for Mari to come back for the box to find me crouched down in it.
Like a flipping psychopath. Good job Agreste.
And was that the end of it? No, no, because of frikkin COURSE some of the tape from the box had to get stuck on my hand as I tried to come up with an explanation for WHY I was in the damn thing. And do I pull it off like a normal human boy?
No I do not.
Instead, I start shaking my hand like a beauty queen on meth, and whimpering in distress.
…I had actual tears in my eyes over this, I kid you not.
Marinette helped me get the tape off, but couldn’t even look at me, and was so red (probably from holding in laughter) I thought she might faint.
Now excuse me, I have the murder of a magical bobble-head to plan…