The Miraculous Calendar project is a collaboration of artists who joined together to create a free to download 2017 calendar celebrating Miraculous Ladybug, as well as a fully illustrated Holiday and Cultural Guidebook with information about the holidays and traditions that the characters on the show would have marked on their own calendars.
The calendar itself is comprised of a collection of fanart, the traditional 12 month calendar grid, annotated National French Holidays, important dates for the ML fandom, and many other features.
The supplementary illustrated guidebook contains more art, and a written guide to the various holidays included on the calendar, with information on the holiday itself, as well how they are celebrated and their significance to the cultures represented in the Miraculous Ladybug universe. (This is a fun introductory resource for people looking to learn more about the cultures of the characters, either for personal knowledge or for a resource for their own artistic projects)
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This comic isn’t completly true, I’m only out to 2 of my friends. I also haven’t started T yet, so no beard…
Even tho I wasn’t able to fully participate today because im still in the closet, I wanted to do something. When i look at myself 6 month ago and how horrible I felt and look where I am today (huge thanks to my 2 friends to who I came out to (one of them being the amazing @tashanootje !!!)) I grew a lot! I feel like im much closer to the person I am supposed to be. There are a lot of things I don’t yet know, and a lot of things I still have to do, but I now have friends who will support me and Im so ready to discover myself.
Watching Harry since his album came out has been amazing and so emotional - I have never doubted that Harry was in love, but seeing the people around him react in certain situations, it made one thing abundantly clear for me - they are all rooting for him and are in for the long haul xx
I remember when XY first came out and I saw people say that it was going to be their first pokemon game and I was amazed. Same thing happened when ORAS came out too. I mean gen 6 was my kids first as well.
Now we are moving ahead with Pokemon Sun and Moon and I have already seen people say that it will be their first pokemon game. It makes me think about the first time I put my pokemon red game into my gameboy and fell in love with a game that has been such a large part of my life.
I hope that whatever gen was your first from gen 1 to gen 7, that you experience that same magic too.
When first season came out, a lot of what we heard online was, ‘Hey, we’d like to see more Keith’ and we’re like 'It’s coming, it’s coming’ and it came. Second season came out, and they’re like, 'Hunk and Lance, what’s going on?’ And we’re like, 'Just wait, guys.’ I promise you, we love each character equally. We’re not trying to write anybody out of the show, but it’s the risk of doing an ensemble cast.
Through her dense and detailed packed line drawings to her more focused ink brush pieces, Rhode Island based artist Heather Benjamin’s work is visceral, cathartic, and autobiographical. It offers a completely unapologetic and unflinching look into an artists’ own struggles with life, body image, self confidence, and sexuality. We find her and her art to be inspirational, honest and badass.
We recently ran into Heather at her booth at the LA Art Book Fair and caught up with her a few months later to ask about her art, her experiences at RISD, her influences, and her thoughts about her work and her life.
- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -
I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!
Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff
Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.
AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”. I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)
Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days.
All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway.
Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson.
And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.
Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.
Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.
The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.
You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them.
But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.
“Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.
To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.
You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough.
Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.
By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes.
“Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.
“Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.
While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.
The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you.
John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.
All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.
On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep.
When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.
“W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily
“You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.
“Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,
Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.
Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.
Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior.
Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.
When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes.
After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories.
You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.
As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy.
Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute.
Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.
“Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair.
Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace.
Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.
You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”
You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.
He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”
You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.
As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you.
Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.
“H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.
Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.
Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.
The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*
Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.
John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well.
Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward.
John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”
Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”
Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.
“Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.
John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.
John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him.
You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other.
You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow.
As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours.
John at first realised this at a crime scene – naturally,
given their unique lives.
Sherlock was standing over a dead body (but then again, there were few times when he wasn’t). It was the
fourth murder, all of them done in the same way – their throats were ripped
out, and an ‘x’ was written in blood on the wall,
It started to rain down suddenly – no mention of rain in the
weather, or else John would have brought his umbrella – and John put his arms
around himself to keep warm.
“Sherlock,” John said, trying to communicate with his friend
so that they could leave. He was ignored, obviously… not that he was expecting
anything else. A few of the police officers around him were growing impatient
as well, muttering and staring at their watches.
“Sherlock. It is raining and I am freezing, and you probably
are too. You can come back tomorrow.” Once again, he was ignored.
It was pouring down now. John’s hair was sticking down to
his face, and from where he was standing he could see that Sherlock’s curls
were flat and hanging down in his eyes. Something in him couldn’t help but call
“Sherlock!” he called, still trying to get the consulting
He moved closer, and saw that his friend had his eyes
“Great,” he muttered bitterly under his breath, “mind palace
time. We’ll be here all day.”
Sherlock’s hands were clasped together, and if John didn’t
know him better he might have thought that he was praying – given that he did
know Sherlock though, he knew that it wasn’t even a possibility. It was the
gesture he always made while he was thinking especially hard about something in
his mind palace.
His middle finger was almost touching his chin, which, if he
was tired and thought about it enough, was funny to him for reasons he’d
explained to Sherlock before.
All of these were things John had noticed in Sherlock
hundreds of times.
Meanwhile, Sherlock looked like he was in no mood and had no
intentions of leaving, so John walked closer to him.
He was soaking wet, the coat hanging limply around him and
the shirt that had somehow seen the light of day almost see through, and John
would be lying if he said that he didn’t look for a second longer than he
probably should have. John couldn’t understand why all of this wasn’t bothering
him. Then again, there were a lot of things he didn’t understand about
Sherlock, and he was growing used to it.
John sighed and kneeled next to him, making sure not to
accidently destroy any evidence on the body, and waved his hands in front of
He then poked his cheeks, three times. Sherlock still didn’t
move a centimetre, to John’s dismay.
He sighed, and then poked Sherlock in the side.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Sherlock, at that point, seemed unable to hold it in, and
out came a burst of laughter. John looked at him in amazement, and Sherlock
seemed to realise what it was that he’d done, and blushed.
Some officers looked at him strangely, and then started
muttering amongst themselves.
“So…” Sherlock cleared his throat, “was there something you
wanted?” He was still blushing, his cheeks dusted with red that John for some
reason just wanted to poke even more.
“Um… yeah, it’s raining, I thought we could leave and come
back tomorrow?” Sherlock looked around, as if just noticing that it was
raining. John though that he probably was;
chances were he hadn’t even felt it so deep into his mind palace.
Sherlock cleared his throat again. “Right, yeah. I’ll get us
a cab.” And then he walked off. John raced after him, and watched as a cab
pulled in to where they were standing; how Sherlock always managed to find one
so quickly, John had no idea.
They both climbed in, and Sherlock looked out the window as
John stared right at him.
“So, you’re ticklish?”
John exclaimed. Sherlock stared at him and replied quietly, “No.” and John just
looked at him once again in amazement. And then he reached out again and poked
him sharply in the sides, which prompted another burst of laughter that left a
smile on John’s face.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with this,” John exclaimed,
leaving Sherlock in horror as he jumped up out of the cab.
It was a few weeks later that he managed to actually have fun with it; Sherlock had
once again, left some thumbs (or were
those toes… John didn’t get close enough to tell) in the fridge, and was
now attempting to solve a case.
John walked up to the detective and put his hands on his
hips, looking straight at him. His eyes were still closed, so John didn’t
bother warning him, and instead reached his hands out around Sherlock’s stomach
and sides, and started tickling him.
At first there was nothing, but soon enough Sherlock was
laughing quietly, which evolved into straight up laughing hysterically. His
eyes were very open now, and John watched as his tall friend managed to curl
himself into a ball, which was absolutely the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life –
Sherlock was still laughing, but with the position he had
manoeuvred himself into, John was finding it harder to actually get a reaction
out of him.
He adjusted where he was sitting so that he was basically on
top of his best friend and continued to tickle him as he thrashed around, until
their limbs were entangled and John’s face was basically on top of Sherlock’s.
He could feel his erratic breathing on his face, and blushed
as he realised the position the two were in. He went to move away but instead
fell further into the embrace, landing himself less than an inch from
Something inside of John must have just said “screw it” because next thing he knew he
was leaning down and oh my god he was
kissing Sherlock Holmes and it was amazing and everything he had ever hoped for
Sherlock kissed back slowly, and John couldn’t help but
start smiling, and next thing he knew it so was Sherlock, and then both of them
were laughing and neither of them could explain why, and then they were back to
kissing, and John’s hands were running through Sherlock’s hair…
Sherlock broke the kiss and smiled up at him. His grin was
contagious, and soon both of them were just smiling and holding hands and John
couldn’t even think straight, and he was just so amazingly happy.
They stayed that way for a while, until Mrs Hudson walked in
and saw the two of them now cuddling on the couch. She smiled at both of them.
“It’s about time, boys. Any longer and I would have owed