That's Me

So cute 🥺

I'm so doing it in dnd

Human: Deal.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey:

Fey, blushing: Ah.

Banana noir wooing Marinette is the best shuwhshsjskssjs

Banana Grams

Marinette scrambled down the stairs, rushing to get to her locker between classes. The time in between was never long enough.

Even as crazy as her life had become, it had been a busy few weeks.

Things with Luka had been okay. Just okay.

It was bad enough that her superhero duties meant she had to bow out gracefully more often than not. But even with all of that, there was only so much music she could listen to, especially when she was carrying the conversation – and there was so, so very much she really couldn’t talk about.

It was increasingly clear to them both that despite their best efforts, it just wasn’t going to work out between them. He’d been sad – and she’d been sad at the prospect of either of them feeling hurt – but eventually, he agreed that they should part amicably. After all, Luka was still a good friend, and she knew without question she could still count on his skills as Viperion.

As Tikki reminded her daily, she didn’t need someone else to be happy.

But with Alya and Nino as affectionate as they ever were, with Adrien and Kagami hanging out more – and after Chat Noir finally moving on… like she’d asked.

Well… it all left her a little lonely.

Marinette sighed, opening the door of her locker to shuffle the books in her locker between classes.

The sunny flash of yellow between her books poked out, allowing the soft smile to bloom across her face.

It hadn’t really been surprising that when the first of these secret admirer notes started to appear, Marinette kind of started to look at them fondly.

At first, she didn’t really know what to make of them. The butter yellow envelope was unlabeled with matching stationary inside. The letter inside was typed to prevent any handwriting hints.

The outside didn’t even bear her name. Just a single heart.

But the letters inside? It was like having a pen pal who happened to know her very well. She’d only gotten a few letters. They weren’t very romantic… just startling sweet poems and jokes and stories. It had quickly become a much needed pick me up long before she herself realized she’d needed it.

She shook her head, stowing the letter away in her bag. There was no time to read it now, between classes.

Marinette pressed her lips into a thin line, shutting her locker and settling her bag over her shoulder as she headed back to the door. Even now, she had no idea who was sending them. She was sorely tempted to try and ask Tikki to stay in her locker and watch. Not that that would exactly be a responsible thing… especially with all her Guardian duties on top of everything else.

But with the letters coming exclusively to her locker, she couldn’t help but make a point to sneak past and watch it as often as she could. Alya didn’t even blink when she mentioned that she forgot her books for the next class.

In her rush back to class, the screaming had started. She hadn’t even made it to the stairs before she collided with someone.

“Sorry!“  She gasped automatically.  Her eyes growing ever wider as she registered just who stood before her.

Effortlessly – and all without a word – Marinette was swooped up by the giant banana, hanging off his outstretched arms like an odd, overly melty scoop of ice cream.

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I wish my high school teachers were like this, instead of eating me and my friends with the eyes. I'm 20 now and at uni, but I know I look younger, so any person over 30s that looks at me on a sexualized way seems absolutely gross to me.

normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to objectify them

and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Huckleberry Finn but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men

Can somebody tell me WHEN adrichat happened???

Today i learned that the ml fandom has discovered selfcest

WHY??? IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE NEW SPOILERS FROM GLOOB?

This whole concept is just *chef kiss*

check me-owt!

repost from private twitter - october 3, 2020

Rebloging so I'll never miss this piece of art

i found the video

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Abraços do Brazil pros Filiprimos 💕💕💕

Do non Brazilians/Filipinos know about Brazilippines…. Brazilians and Filipinos randomly decided that we were two sides of the same coin and have now become besties