*releases Pack Of Dads Into Home Depot* Go……be Free

adrien gets pissed when people mess with his furniture

Rewatching Captain Hardrock and I noticed that Adrien's couch has been turned around to let Gabriel sit on it as he watches Adrien play piano, and I just

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 am amazed by how much effort you guys put into this analisys. THIS!!! is even better than arts class

Analysis of the Family Agreste Portrait

Quarantine strikes again and since the Agreste family portrait has fascinated me for a loooong while now I decided to put my thoughts into words and write another essay x3

The amount of informations we get out if it is amazing and its not only highlighting the absolute TRAGEDY it is that this family is about to face such a horrible fall out, it also hints at the former family dynamic before everything went to hell.

So make yourself comfortable and get something to drink, because we will be here for a while.

Here we go: My analysis of this beauty of a fictional portrait

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Omg I'm screaming!!!!

REALLY BLOODY EXCELLENT OMENS...

Many, many years ago (it was Hallowe'en 1989, for the curious, the year before Good Omens was published) Terry Pratchett and I were sharing a room at the World Fantasy Convention in Seattle, to keep the costs down, because we were both young authors, and taking ourselves to America and conventions were expensive. It was a wonderful convention. I remember a huge Seattle second-hand bookstore in which I found a dozen or so green-bound Storisende Edition James Branch Cabell books, each signed so neatly by the author that the bookshop people assured me that the signatures were printed, and really ten dollars a book was the correct price.

I could afford books. Good Omens had just been sold to UK publishers and then to US publishers for more money than Terry or I had ever received for anything. (Terry had been incredibly worried about this, certain that receiving a healthy advance would mean the end of his career. When his career didn't end, Terry suggested to his agent that perhaps he ought to be getting that kind of advance for every book from now on, and his life changed, and he stopped having to share a hotel room to save money. But I digress.) Advance reading copies of Good Omens had not yet gone out, but a few editors had read it (ones who had bid for it but failed to buy it) and they all seemed very excited about it, and thrilled for us.

On the Saturday evening Terry left the bar quite early and headed off to bed. I stayed up talking to people and having a marvelous time, hung in there until the small hours of the morning when they closed the hotel bar and all the people went away, and then headed up to the hotel room room.

I opened the door as quietly as I could and tiptoed in the dark across the room to where my bed was located.

I'd just reached the bed when, from the far side of the room, a voice said, “What time of the night do you call this then? Your mother and I have been worried sick about you.”

Terry was wide awake. Jet lag had taken its toll.

And I was wide awake too. So we lay in our respective beds and having nothing else to do, we plotted the sequel to Good Omens. It was a good one, too. We fully intended to write it, whenever we next had three or four months free. Only I went to live in America and Terry stayed in the UK, and after Good Omens was published Sandman became SANDMAN and Discworld became DISCWORLD™ and there wasn't ever a good time.

But we never forgot it.

It's been thirty-one years since Good Omens was published, which means it's thirty-two years since Terry Pratchett and I lay in our respective beds in a Seattle hotel room at a World Fantasy Convention, and plotted the sequel. (I got to use bits of the sequel in the TV series version of Good Omens -- that's where our angels came from.)

Terry and I, in Cardiff in 2010, on the night we decided that Good Omens should become a television series.

Terry was clear on what he wanted from Good Omens on the telly. He wanted the story told, and if that worked, he wanted the rest of the story told.

So in September 2017 I sat down in St James' Park, beside the director, Douglas Mackinnon, on a chair with my name on it, as Showrunner of Good Omens. The chair slowly and elegantly lowered itself to the ground underneath me and fell apart, and I thought, that's not really a good omen. Fortunately, under Douglas's leadership, that chair was the only thing that collapsed.

The crumbled chair.

So, once Good Omens the TV series had been released by Amazon and the BBC, to global acclaim, many awards and joy, Rob Wilkins (Terry's representative on Earth) and I had the conversation with the BBC and Amazon about doing some more. And they got very excited. We talked to Michael Sheen and David Tennant about doing some more. They also got very excited. We told them a little about the plot. They got even more excited.

Rob Wilkins and David Tennant on the second day of shooting.

Me and Michael and Ash aged nearly 2.

What it was mostly like shooting Good Omens: peering into screens while something happened round the corner.

I'd been a fan of John Finnemore's for years, and had had the joy of working with him on a radio show called With Great Pleasure, where I picked passages I loved, had amazing readers read them aloud and talked about them.

(Here's a clip from that show of me talking about working with Terry Pratchett, and reading a poem by Terry: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p06x3syv. Here's the whole show from YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7OsS_JWbzQ with John Finnemore's bits too.)

L to R: With Great Pleasure. John Finnemore, me all beardy, Nina Sosanya (Sister Mary in Good Omens) Peter Capaldi (he played Islington in the original BBC series of Neverwhere).

I asked John if he'd be willing to work with me on writing the next round of Good Omens, and was overjoyed when he said yes. We have some surprise guest collaborators too. And Douglas Mackinnon is returning to oversee the whole thing with me.

So that's the plan. We've been keeping it secret for a long time (mostly because otherwise my mail and Twitter feeds would have turned into gushing torrents of What Can You Tell Us About It? long ago) but we are now at the point where sets are being built in Scotland (which is where we're shooting, and more about filming things in Scotland soon), and we can't really keep it secret any longer.

There are so many questions people have asked about what happened next (and also, what happened before) to our favourite Angel and Demon. Here are, perhaps, some of the answers you've been hoping for.

As Good Omens continues, we will be back in Soho, and all through time and space, solving a mystery which starts with one of the angels wandering through a Soho street market with no memory of who they might be, on their way to Aziraphale's bookshop.

(Although our story actually begins about five minutes before anyone had got around to saying “Let there be Light”.)

from https://journal.neilgaiman.com/2021/06/really-bloody-excellent-omens.html

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.

I feel a bit weird about Adrien's desing in Miraculous Awakening. He was supposed to be 14 but he looks like 12 or something. I know we all think the kiddo is the most adorable baby but the babyface was just too much

NOOOO I MISSED IT FOR A DAY

on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt

I call it dummysexual

I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. A guy asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight

Adrien is Duck

Yes!!! I never know how to explain this without sounding like Lukanette salt

Apparently some people don't see why Lukanette wouldn't last if we forget about Marinette's superhero duties.

If you all were so smart to notice Chat Noir "flirting" and swooning over Ladybug in your attempt to prove why Adrigami wouldn't work out, why are you being blind about Marinette calling Luka "Adrien" three times in a row?

Why are you ignoring Adrien's pictures on Marinette's wall?

Why are you forgetting about her swooning over Adrien minutes before she was supposed to go on a date with Luka?

Right, the date she also completely forgot about?

And then also forgot what the fuck are they even supposed to do on a said date?

Even though Marinette has a forgetful nature, when she is truly in love she doesn't forget and I don't think even the greatest guardian duties wouldn't prevent her from being excited about a date with her loved one.

And before you say "writers are not allowing her to move on", you just confirmed yourself Adrien is also not allowed to move on.

Compatible or not, Marinette is not in love with Luka.

She likes him, but she is not in love.

That doesn't mean she should go back to her obsession towards Adrien, but it also doesn't mean she should date Luka just because things with Adrien are currently not working out.

Because that was a base of their relationship.

Lukanette was born from Luka willingly offering himself to Marinette as her second choice, saying quote: "If things between you and Adrien don't work out, I'll be here for you".

It wasn't the case of Luka "stealing" Marinette's heart and truly making her forget about Adrien with his charm, music and whatnot.

He didn't make her fall in love with him.

He was just there, waiting and offering himself as someone who Marinette could come to when all her other choices fail.

And she went to him, not because she fell for him, but because he offered himself and because she liked him as a person.

This sounds awful, but it is essentially the base of their romantic relationship.

So there is your answer as to why Lukanette wouldn't work out romantically.

It's because there wasn't any romance to begin with.

There was only a guy willing to accept a girl who's in love with someone else and a girl who took that chance because it was offered to her.

No wonder that kind of relationship failed.