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anyone have some good Ladynoir centric fic recs? whenever I try to look for them they’re kind of drowned out by the other sides of the lovesquare, even in the “ladynoir” search

gina is the one that got away (requested by anon)

1.26 vs 4.26

“Why don’t you love me mom?” -screenshot redraw (kinda)

love is blind (and other things)

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Mornings were always tough. Forced to adhere to a schedule, being read off plans for the day, and the ever-present fact that his father would rather reside to the confines of his study rather than entertain the idea of breakfast with his son wasn’t exactly up Adrien’s alley. And, he now realized, the seeping feel of anxiety coursing through his veins wasn’t welcomed either. It had been his third time combing through his backpack, and the only item of importance was yet to be found, hands coming up empty every time.

Checking the rearview mirror to notice Gorilla had his eyes still trained on the road, Adrien leaned his head down, close to his backpack and staring down his kwami, who was nestled in a small pile of scattered sticky notes.

“Where are my glasses?” he whispers, hoping not to draw attention.

“No room for cheese,” Plagg responds, shifting in the pile and bringing a small paw to rub at his eye. “Sacrifices had to be made.”

Hand coming up to his face, Adrien bit back a groan. He had decided to skip out on the contacts today, far too annoyed with the dry, burning sensation that resulted when he didn’t apply enough eye drops, and had thought being spotted out with glasses wouldn’t be the end of his career. He had modeled for glasses before – although he would admit that the shoot did not do any favors his way – and had been photographed a few times headed to shows with his frames on. No, certainly there would be little problems resulting if he headed to class in his glasses and saved himself the trouble.

Although, it seemed his troubles were just beginning.

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mysterio: yeah, there's a multiverse

miles when he sees mysterio:

you guys don’t understand how much these fictional stories and fictional characters fill me up with joy and make this insane stuff we’re going through bearable

There's nothing more important than writing what you want to read. Don't worry about who will like your book. Don't worry about what market it can neatly fit into. Don't cut corners or blunt edges to satisfy an imaginary person who might dislike aspects of your art. It's yours. Treat it as a pure expression of your soul. Compromise is for cowards.

I love Toy Story 2 for a lot of reasons, but one thing is near the end when Buzz tries to awkwardly give Jessie a compliment, so he says “Hey uh… I like your hair” and she just picks him up like “Thanks, you’re mine now!”

Please… Be gentle with him…

Adrien + Firsts  Miraculous Ladybug