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I'm trash for kids shows like Miraculous Ladybug and Steven Universe
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smartaveragebears

hearing the word ‘salty’ in it’s original context is so weird now bc someone could literally just say ‘these pringles are so salty’ and I’ll just be thinking damn who’ve those pringles been vagueing about now

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Sting: When are you free?
Rogue: I’m forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so I am never truly “free” but I don’t really have plans all next week except for Monday
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lmao look at this, I was trying out some things 👀 

I’ll probs make an actual illustration out of these in the future˜

Please do not repost these on any social media, just reblog it here on tumblr if you like it! Thank you all for your love and support!!! />w</

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Runaway (MLB Secret Santa Exchange)

For @lil-bit-laur, happy holidays!

Adrien leaped down the stairs of the mansion – running all the way to the closed gates and vaulted up over them. He continued moving without really knowing where he was going. He was only wearing socks – of the fluffy variety – sweatpants, and a red Christmas sweater his father didn’t exactly love. But what did he know, anyway?

Adrien and Gabriel had fought. This time, about Gabriel being away for Christmas. He always did the same, the holidays always had him swamped in work, which Adrien considered weird – he was always swamped in work; he could at least make some time for Christmas. It used to be Adrien and his mother’s favorite time of the year, curling up in front of the fireplace; a fireplace that hadn’t been lit up ever since she disappeared.

The argument had been a heated one; heated, unlike that damn house. Even Gabriel had lost a bit of his composure. Nathalie had woken Adrien up at around 1am to inform him of her and his father’s departure to Lisbon – since they’d both forgotten to tell him. They’d be gone for a week, which meant they’d be away for Christmas. Again.

Now the 17 year old boy was running and wishing for a place that felt like home because that house certainly didn’t, not any more. Plagg was in his pocket, the little God worried as he’d never seen Adrien so dazed. He hadn’t even thought of transforming, he just wanted to run through the snow. The boy suddenly halted. He now found himself at the Dupain-Cheng bakery, Marinette’s house; and then he was knocking on the door of the closed place, looking for something even sweeter than their expertly baked goods. And then… panic.

Adrien suddenly realized what he just did and began to panic. He seriously considered running away before anyone could come to the door but he freezes up – Marinette is there, with her bouncy pigtails and her obviously Christmas themed pyjamas. Adrien, who despite being of slight social awkwardness had always thought of himself as oddly charismatic; started vomiting apologies.

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