Reminder: the characters are 18, here. Innocent children, please turn around and walk out the door.
Of Sailors and Moons
He still doesn’t know where he got the energy—he’d been so ready to collapse into his bed just half an hour ago, and the stubborn determination to at least hear Marinette’s voice before he’s dead to the world was the only thing that allowed him to hold onto consciousness for a little while longer.
He knows where he got the motivation. Jealousy is a powerful elixir, after all. (And, yes, Adrien is self-aware enough to admit that he’d been jealous. Of a fictional character. So sue him.) But motivation and actual, physical, sustaining energy aren’t always the same thing, and yet, there he’d gone, bounding across the Parisian skyline, his veins pumping adrenalin fuelled by possessiveness.
First off, I would like to thank everyone who has followed me. You all have brightened my days. And I mean this from my heart. You all give me a reason to smile and to keep going. I love you all and want you to know this, even if your blog is not included herein. Just…thank you for all you’ve done. I love you all <3
Following are just a few blogs that I love that I thought I might also share with you.
Thank you for 300 followers!! I wanted to make a follow forever to commemorate this moment so here it is! This includes my friends, mutuals, and just some blogs I just admire. I’ve met a lot of awesome people in my time on tumblr so thank you for following the chaos that is this blog.
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