I bet for the first like decade of their relationship marinette is just unearthing little adrien treasures made up of bits and pieces of his buried personality..
(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
"He laughs, throwing his head back. His neck stretches, the skin lifting from the cocoon of his hoodie. A rosebush of love bites flash across his throat. Ladybug’s heart stops."
hey so you should read @rosekasa's fic what happens in london
I think having a baby niece is great cause my brother will send me just a constant stream of messages that sound indistinguishable from how someone at Jurassic park would text if they were being hunted by the raptor
"He laughs, throwing his head back. His neck stretches, the skin lifting from the cocoon of his hoodie. A rosebush of love bites flash across his throat. Ladybug’s heart stops."
hey so you should read @rosekasa's fic what happens in london
I’m afraid I’m too much for you. I am too loud and too wild and too foolish to suit someone like you. I have too many feelings and I wear them all on my sleeve. They’re all for you but I don’t know if you want them. I might drown us both in a tide I can’t hold back.
I’m afraid I’m not enough for you. I am too blunt and too dry and too passive to suit someone like you. I don’t know what to do with these feelings so I hide them in my pocket. I can’t give them to you but they’re all yours anyway. I might starve us both on a meager plate I don’t know how to fill.
So let’s bring together our too-muchness and our not-enoughness and be perfect together. We will learn to swim instead of drowning and make a meal of every crumb. We’ll clothe ourselves in love—puffy sleeves and heavy pockets—and it will suit us well. The fear will taste different, because we’ll know that it was love all along.
"He laughs, throwing his head back. His neck stretches, the skin lifting from the cocoon of his hoodie. A rosebush of love bites flash across his throat. Ladybug’s heart stops."
hey so you should read @rosekasa's fic what happens in london
its so difficult to draw anatomy. and objects. and backgrounds. and clothing. and colors. and lighting. i honestly dont know how i ever managed to draw anything in my entire life