There Are Cathedrals (birds) Everywhere For Those With The Eyes To See (my Binoculars). The World Is

yes friends let us blaze the marijuana! four hundred and twenty haha

YOU’RE MY FRIEND NOW 🐝

COMPLEMENTARY COLOURS!!!

COMPLEMENTARY COLOURS!!!

this song is so ladrien coded i am NOT normal about these two

everything else is the same

twisting and bitturning

No miraculous AU where Juleka is desperately trying to stop lukanette and lukadrien from happening.

Not because she’s malicious or anything, just that she thinks marinette and Adrien are way too cool for her Emo sad brother and wants them to get better tastes.

miraculous ladybug season 4 + text posts, part 2

The ladybug group is full of RN fanboys w 🇫🇷⚜️ un their username because ladybug gets associated w Jeanne d’arc (big symbol for the alt right) the only chill groups are like. Pegasus and carapace. Maybe rena too. The peacock is for insane tankies it’s like french 4chan on crack

I'm so glad miraculous ladybug now has its own canonical hellsite. I should make a design for the Zuckalike zoo founder I want him to look like a massive brown-nosing inhuman little piece of shit ❤️

amelie must have been used to men like Colt, right? it doesn’t take an Emilie of the world to know pompous, rude, arrogant men. they’ve crowded their father’s study since she was old enough to have that heavy mahogany door slammed in her face, once catching her finger in the jamb. on top of that, their father was one. they’re all over history, these evil-rooted men, and their caricatures riddle all of the books amelie reads—the irony there, however, is that they usually have a satisfyingly grim end. a comeuppance.

I think she’d learn quickly—too quickly—that was saved her all of those years under the GDV roof was her status as an heiress, a daughter, a backup to her sister, the rumors said. a wife, however? that’s owned. dowry, land, bonds, your allegiance and duty and subservience is no longer to a family with roots but a man with a fist and a lineage to build.

you can’t sell off your daughter with bruises mapping her body, but no one blinks when the wife blames her fatigue and soreness on pregnancy troubles, or when she wears long sleeved shirts. that’s modesty—what a good wife! the prized pig get sold to market.

so I think there’s an early version of amelie fathom who dared to talk back. who, thanks to her sister, knew how to quip. amelie is quick witted and sharp, after all. and I think that’s where my mind goes, that moment before she’s first hit. you never expect it, sometimes you’re ironically smiling, like you’ve actually won. and then your ear is ringing and there’s bile in your throat and if this is real, why isn’t she in her body anymore? weightless, floaty, like when her and emilie would hang their heads upside down from tree branches.

The Stranger has that quote like, the best thing the condemned can hope for is that the blade doesn’t fail the first time. I think she suffers that long, protracted death. I think a lot about that moment, the last one where she thinks she might be able to handle Colt.