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"I'd like to purchase 15 bags of flour please. This kind." Marinette guestured down to the bag of flour she had.
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Thats probably everyone I know actually. And this was me cutting off a bit of it -_-
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After 5 Long Seasons It FINALLY Happened. Adrien FINALLY knows Marinette has been IN LOVE WITH HIM THIS WHOLE TIME!!! This has been a long time coming and I’ve always wanted to say this, but I’ve been hanging on to it until now and at last I can say it... THE CAT IS FINALLY OUT OF THE BAG!!!!
I’ve been holding on to that since Day 1. He is really going to beat himself up that he was so blind/oblivious to her feelings for him this whole time. He realizes how royally he screwed up because now he’s missed his chance with her, but now he’s going to work hard to make her fall in love with him all over again.
He’s truly determined this time, because he realizes the romance he felt for Ladybug was admiration. He loved only apart of her and without knowing the real her, how can that truly be love. It’s different because he knows the true Marinette. He knows her kindness, compassion, clumsiness and loves everything about her and finally realizes that is real love.
After 5 seasons, Adrien truly understands his feelings and is not going to let her go again. I can’t wait to see how this turns out. Season 5 is really turning out to be the season we have all been waiting for.
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leatherforhell asked:
❝ I didn’t know this year’s prom theme was terror and pandemonium. ❞ —CN
Meme Tag -- @lalauyate
"I think someone misunderstood the meaning of Panic at the Disco!" Ladybug commented, swinging down low from the rafters to scoop another student out of the akuma-triggered mosh pit, pulling them free just in time. Did she just say a joke that Chat Noir would likely make? Yes, but only to spare herself from hearing it later. And Ladybug couldn't tell if that was better or worse in the end.
Depositing the student near the entrance to the gymnasium, she scanned the area quickly, trying to see where the black clad kitty had gotten himself to. The akumatized victim seemed to have some dance compulsion powers, but this only seemed to extended a certain range, becoming more powerful the closer someone got to the speakers. This would be tricky.
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fic idea from 2020 that the paris special unearthed from the archives of my brain:
So far, there wasn’t a single thing about this new reality that wasn’t terrible. She was grounded, for some reason, which she didn’t know about, and was therefore double grounded for breaking the rules of the grounding. Which she hadn’t known about!
To make matters worse, when she’d gone to text Alya to complain about the unfairness of it all, she realized she didn’t have Alya’s number. In fact, she didn’t have anyone’s number except her parents, Nadja Chamack, her grandmother, and someone called The Supreme.
She next turned to Tikki to vent, but when she checked her (admittedly cool) purse, she found her kwami wide-eyed, terrified, and most horrifiyingly, muzzled—which Marinette couldn’t figure out a way to undo.
So she was stuck in the bakery on a Saturday morning with angry parents and no one to talk to and no ideas on how to get out of the worst version of Paris possible.
Which is when Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard walked in. Brief hope flared in her heart before extinguishing just as quickly when she saw he was alone.
Which she should’ve expected. With how awful this world was, she wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien didn’t even exist here. She couldn’t imagine a world this awful with him in it.
She bagged up the Gorilla’s order with a heavy heart and sent him on his way before looking out the bakery display window with a sigh.
Only to spot Adrien Agreste himself, with an asymmetrical haircut and thick kohl around his eyes, staring back at her. He was different than her Adrien—and she couldn’t say she was a fan of the hair—but he was just as handsome, and his eyes even more striking with the eyeliner.
When he noticed her looking, his eyes widened and his cheeks started to turn pink.
Was he blushing?
Marinette could feel her own cheeks heating up as he stared. She ventured a small, embarrassed wave, and he—he!—
He lifted his own hand, brought it to his lips, and blew her a kiss.
Crash!
Marinette, along with about 300 macarons, toppled to the floor.
“Good morning, Marinette!” said Adrien Agreste, during a time that was decidedly morning but far too early to be described as ‘good.’
She scowled at him.
“Girl, you okay?” said Alya Césaire, who was—who was speaking to her.
Right.
Alya Césaire was speaking to her. Because Alya Césaire, Hesperia’s favorite lackey, was apparently Marinette’s best friend.
And Adrien Agreste was the boy Marinette was in love with.
She plastered a smile on her face. “I’m great, Alya! Super dee duper. Absolutely swell. What a beautiful morning with all the sunshine and the…. morning.”
Alya looked unconvinced.
“And the Adriens!” Marinette added hastily. “I mean, the Adrien. Because there’s only one Adrien and he sure is… here. Hello Adrien! Your face is looking very attractive this morning, because you are an attractive person. And that’s… something positive I can say about you.”
“Thanks, Marinette!” said Adrien with a dopey little smile. She wasn’t sure if he was mocking her or just deeply stupid. If her diary entries were to be believed, it was probably the latter. “Your face is looking attractive this morning as well. Did you do something new with your makeup?”
Marinette had done her makeup the same way she did every day, but she supposed his Marinette opted for a boring girl next door ‘no makeup makeup’ look.
Alya squealed next to her before giving her shoulder an excited squeeze.
Marinette took several deep breaths.
“Yes, I thought I’d try something new.”
Adrien smiled and nodded.
Alya shoved her forward.
Marinette barely managed to restrain herself from sending Alya a patented Toxinelle Death Glare. Instead, she smiled wider at Adrien.
Her cheeks hurt.
“Thank you soooooo much for noticing my makeup. That is a thing I am excited about. I love putting on makeup to impress cute boys, tee hee!”
Adrien’s face fell. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—I know you always dress for you, Marinette! That’s something I really admire about you.”
His eyes were so earnest, so sincere, and for a second, she almost—
Marinette cleared her throat. “That’s so nice! You can leave now.”
Adrien blinked.
“Bye!” She shooed him.
“Oh, um, bye Marinette,” he said with a sheepish wave, and then he left.
Nailed it.
“Girl, what the actual fuck?”
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