he's a brat lmao
from a dream i had last night
ML fanfic concept
#fjdkfdjf god#chat: bad news#he's my dad#chat: good news#i know where he lives#chat: bad news again#i also live there#ladybug: chat where ARE YOU#ml (via flowerfae)
hey i'm losing it over this addition
post gang of secrets
she’s bitter about it
props a tv in front of my bathroom mirror so i can get sadako from the ring and bloody mary to pop out at the same time and bonk heads
@minors be vicious & unforgiving in whom you cut contact with online!!! do it relentlessly!!! you shouldn’t have a 30 year old hounding you on why you unfollowed them, you aren’t obligated to “"keep up”“ with people 2x 3x your own age!!!! if u see something resembling a red flag, welcome the block button’s presence!! protect your peace!
“I brought you coffee” is a love language.
the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it’s so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there’s a constant ghostly record of each generation’s thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there’s always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
You are right but holy jesus mother of fuck
What a coincidence, right?
wandavision au 📺
in which chat blanc was able to make the wish, just so adrien and marinette can live in a sitcom while he actively represses his Trauma™️
One of my fave headcanons is Ladynoir getting invited to some super fancy and high class event and Ladybug is absolutely STUNNED that Chat knows the proper decorum for such an event.
was ferb silent or silenced
please, keep writing. keep drawing. keep painting. please keep making your art no matter how many may try to push you down. the world does not have nearly enough artists.
girls learn to watch themselves in third person so they can constantly fix their laugh and smile and hair and dancing and speech in hopes they can transform into a different person that someone will love and girls fear that if anyone sees them in their most candid self then they will be deemed unlovable and I’m so exhausted from practicing my smile in the mirror but girls also know that the ability to be loved is synonymous with their worth
have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
i wanna know the story behind this
What the FUCK