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coccinelle-et-chaton · 3 years

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PIGELLA CAN STEP ON ME ANY TIME OF THE WEEK.

OK BUT THE MIRACUCLASS WAS SO CUTE IN THIS

Mari goes like "who's dora? another one of your imaginary friends like in the 6th grade"

Rose explains Dora is the last name of the dr. that keeps up with her headaches

MARI PUNSSSS

"Send a kiss to mary from me... To the infirMARY"

Hawkmoth akumatizes Juleka basically on the same grounds that had Mari breaking down at the beginning of the seaason and I-

ADRIEN FLUSTERS A LIL BIT AND I--

Adrinette interaction before finding juleka

Mari apologizes for being a clutz and says that she's really worried about juleka and that's why she's all spacey

Adrien says that the things Mari says not always make sense, but they're never cruel, so he understands

The strategies Mari and Adrien use to handle crisis are SO different and SO interesting and I'm def gonna be ranting abt this.

So as you all can tell, Rose used to have a bad illness when she was younger and Juleka is scared that she might fall ill again. She doesn't want the others to treat her differently and so the miracuclass promises they'll keep their cool

Spoiler alert, THEY DON'T, lol

Adrien tells Juleka that he understands why she kept the secret but that it is not necessary to do it anymore because it's better to talk about these things instead of dealing with them alone (SUPER ROUGH TRANSLATION)

That's when mari says "That's what friends are for"

Also the miracuclass just having absolutely no chill ahahahaha THEY ARE SO CUTE THEY GIVE ME SO MUCH LIFEEEE

GUYS ROSE DOESN'T NEED THAT MANY APPLESSSS

Also the WAY Rose is literally MEANT to be a miraculous holder ahfakfhakjdagh

Rose says that Juleka shouldn't feel guilty, it's her fault she kept the secret. So she says she will clear everything out so that everyone stops treating her like she's made of glass

"I never told you because it's not the problems that matter, it's (how you overcome them). I always want to be that Rose, I want to be able to joke with you guys. I don't want you to worry about me because there's no one happier than me, alright?"

"See? I told you everything would be alright"

THE WAY ADRIEN IS TRYING TO KEEP EVERYONE UNDER CONTROL WHILE MARINETTE IS THE ONE INCITING EVERYONE AHAHAH

Mrs. Mendeleiev really said "I'm a science teacher, not a super hero" lol lady WHO HURT YOU.

Ivan: Everyone was captured because of me

Nino: I CAN'T HELP MY BEST FRIEND CONFRONT HIS FATHER

EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Chat: Oh, Nino.... This is all our fault. If we had defeated Shadowmoth already they wouldn't be here.

LB: Oh no, this can't be happening

Chat: Cataclysm :))))

BOY R EALLY WAS GONNA KILL HIMSELFFF HELPPPP

Lb: You are right we couldn't defeat such a powerful akuma and sentimonster alone

Rose: This was all my fault, I shouldn't have told Juleka, I am a bad friend... No. I shouldn't think this way. It's good that I told her, they are my friends.

LB @ CN: Chat Noir think positive! You're the best partner anyone could have!

CN: You really think so?

LB: Yes! I know I don't always say it, but I could never do the things I do without you! Besides, it would be a lot less fun to be Ladybug without you!

CN: That's meowrvelus m'lady! I have to say you are also perfect, m'lady.

Rose has the power of joy/positivity

OF COURSE SHE DOES SHE IS THE BESTTTT

PIGELLA COULD STEP ON ME AND I'D CRY OF JOY

The power word is "Gift" and Juleka's biggest wish is to see everyone treat Rose normally

sgjkahgakj I AM CRY

IGHAG I NEED A FUCKING MOMENT OK

CN: Aren't you going to follow her to get the miraculous back, m'lady?

LB: She already did

CN: That girl is amazing!

LB: She didn't need a miraculous to be a heroine

Marinette: You're going to get your cushion for your birthday, you'll have to wait like everyone else. What? she's not made of glass.

Rose: Oh no, this is going to make me faint, can someone take me to the infirmary??

Chloe: Why does no one laugh when I complain?/when i insult (something like this)

Adrien: Because in your case, you always mean it

Chloe: true.

WE LOVE A SASSY KINGGG AOHFAHGAIHGIA @sugarcube-stinkysock @pegasus-anarchy @sketchy-panda @thesquipproject @inimoo @unreliable-trash @sparklylovegiverYOU ARE SERVED MY QUEENS

AND I AM AN IDIOT BC I POSTED THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG

#ml spoilers #ml season 4 spoilers #ml guiltrip #miraculous season 4 spoilers #pigella #rose lavillant #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #juleka couffaine #chat noir #ladybug

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flaming-shield · 4 years

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Things that go bump in the night.

A Johnny Storm & Steve Rogers storyline.

Summary : After a long road trip the pair decide to crash at the nearest place before continuing on, little do they realize they aren’t the only guests that night.

Warnings : None so far.

@capt-steven-grant-rogers

Johnny let out a long drawn yawn, stretching in the passenger seat he blinked a few times trying to focus on the digital display in front of him. More importantly on the small glowing clock. “Ten hours? We’ve been driving for ten hours?” He didn’t do well on long car journeys something stemming from his younger years and remembering just how boring they were. He let out a soft groan mumbling to himself, shifting in the seat and basically acting like a five year old who was about to have the biggest tantrum ever. Steve was at the wheel, his turn to drive and he was sure he could hear him cussing in his mind wanting him to shut the hell up. Johnny leaned forward, drumming against the dashboard as he sighed out loudly, yes he could be the most annoying brat when he really wanted to be and right now he was done with being cooped up like this. “Maybe you should have just flown home then.” Steve sounded less than amused at the fact they had been on the road for so long but at least he was sucking it up and getting on with it. “And miss my amazing company?” he turned and looked at Steve, eyes on the road and shaking his head softly. It was one thing to hang out in places where they could actually do something but being in such a confined space and the rain coming down in droves it was starting to test them both now. Leaning forward he turned on the radio, fiddling with the dial until it belted out some rock. This only made things worse for the super soldier as his companion now started to sing and drum louder on the dash. “In my life, there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life..... I wanna know what love is I want you to show meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I wanna feel what love is I know you can show meeeeeeeeeeee” Suddenly and without any warning the car swerved off to the side, Johnny immediately shutting up as he looked through the soaked windshield and the wipers as they rocked back and forth. Visibility was low to say the least, narrowing his eyes he could barely see the neon sign ahead. A motel. At least they would be getting some sleep and be able to actually walk around... and food.... God did he want something to eat. “We staying over then?” Before he could even finish Steve was out of the car and making his way over to the reception, Johnny scrambled out of the car and pulling his jacket over his head ran after him now. Passing some vending machines on the way at least there was that of nothing else, making a mental note he smiled as he ran inside shaking the rain off much to the annoyance of the guy behind the desk. “One room or two then?” He spoke to Steve as he was signing the register and sliding over his credit card. “Just one please.” Ever polite he smiled at the guy who tossed him a key and glared in Johnny’s direction. He was used to that kind of attention and fixing his collar he simply smirked over at Steve now. “No smoking, no drugs and .... no pets.” barking the rules at the pair of them Steve nodded and lifted the key while heading back towards the door. “Well that rules me out then.” Cracking a smile the joke did not go down well at all, he shrugged lightly as he then grabbed the door and made his way back outside following Steve as they walked to the room. Stepping up onto the wooden deck that ran the full length of the rooms he looked over the place, he had almost certainly stayed in worse places but he had also spent many nights in better ones. “Hey Stevie, you can rent movies. Maybe a little horror or even pay per view porn.” he couldn’t resist wiggling his brows, of course he wasn’t going to rent a porn movie they hadn’t stooped that low yet to crash in some cheap motel and watch a dirty movie but he couldn’t resist the tease. Maybe a horror would be a good choice, out in the middle of nowhere and storm brewing outside. If anything else at least he could scare him... A night of rest. At least that’s what they both had planned on.... but best laid plans and all of that....

#steve rogers #johnny storm #marvel au

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caedmonfaith · 5 years

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"I'll never unsee that" Az/Crow

This is one of the silliest things I’ve ever written, and not exactly how I want to go about wading into this fandom as an author... but a prompt is a prompt, and this silly little idea popped in my head when I saw it, and I felt compelled to honor the prompt and write it. Thank you, Nonny!

~800 words, rated G, absolute ridiculousness.

Aziraphale heard a racket outside, in front of his shop, but that wasn’t terribly unusual. It was Soho, after all, and while the neighborhood he’d chosen to inhabit on Earth could be called many things, ‘quiet’ was not normally one of those things. Blaring music was a several-times-a-day occurrence, really.

But typically, when there was blaring music, it was subject to the Doppler Effect - it would start out distant and small, then grow louder, until it reached a crescendo, then it would taper off into nothingness again. This music, however, had simply gotten louder until now it was shaking the dust from his volumes - and it hadn’t gotten quieter. It sounded like the source of the music had stopped directly in front of his little shop. That, coupled with the fact that the music was familiar to him - some bebop that he’d heard multiple times while riding in the Bentley - indicated that it was likely his best friend. Glancing at the clock, he noted the time and accepted that as the final confirmation of who was causing such a racket. It must be Crowley, come to pick him up to go to dinner.

Aziraphale smiled fondly and closed the book he’d been reading, putting it aside and going to the front door, peeking out the window. Sure enough, there sat the sleek, black car, and the music (if one could call it that - he truly didn’t understand Crowley’s musical taste) was louder now. The angel flipped the sign and opened the door, stepping out onto the stoop and closing it behind himself, waving his hand to miracle the shop securely locked and invulnerable to break in. That accomplished, he stepped out onto the pavement, making his way to Crowley’s car, fully expecting the demon to see him and turn down his music, as he nearly always did.

However, Crowley seemed to be utterly lost in whatever he was doing - although what he was doing, exactly, Aziraphale couldn’t say. Singing, clearly, that was obvious, and quite immersed in his performance.

“I see a little silhouetto of a man!

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?”

Suddenly, almost too quickly to see, Crowley shifted his position in his seat slightly, then switched back, singing all the while. It occurred to Aziraphale that he was singing a two different parts at the same time, gesticulating forcefully with each change.

“(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnificoooooooo…”

Aziraphale bit his lip to keep from laughing, and just kept watching, fascinated. It was so rare that Crowley let the cooler-than-thou facade that he’d so carefully crafted over thousands of years drop, and the angel was enjoying this glimpse of his friend having pure, unfettered fun.

“Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Suddenly, Crowley was nodding his head violently, up and down in time with the music, and Aziraphale was struck with the thought that if he still had his long hair, it would have made quite a spectacle. As it was, his teeth were bared, his hands were gripping the steering wheel, and Aziraphale wondered wildly if it were possible for demons to have seizures.

It didn’t last long, though, before he was back to singing and gesturing, as if performing in front of thousands of screaming fans.

“So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, ba - AAAARGH!!”

He glanced over just in time to see Aziraphale peering in the window at him, and the look of shock on his face was one the angel had never seen before - and wouldn’t soon forget. In a flash, Crowley was stone-faced, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. The music’s volume had dropped to nearly nothing without a touch from the demon’s hand. Aziraphale schooled his features, trying to repress the laughter that wanted to bubble out, and opened the door to the car, getting in.

Crowley didn’t acknowledge him for a minute, and Aziraphale felt laughter bubbling closer to the surface with every passing second. Just when he turned his head to face the demon and was opening his mouth to say something devastatingly clever, Crowley held up a finger in a clear ‘stop’ motion, rather close to Aziraphale’s face.

“Not. One. Word.”

Oh, that simply wasn’t fair. There was so much Aziraphale wanted to say, so much teasing he wanted to do.

Unable to stop himself, he said serenely, “I’ll never be able to unsee that.”

Crowley turned to glare at Aziraphale, tilting his head so his eyes were able to bore into the angel’s, angling the finger so it was now pointing warningly at him.

“Not. Another. Word.”

Aziraphale made a show of miming the zipping of his lips, then throwing away the key. Crowley continued to glower, and Aziraphale smiled at him innocently, immensely pleased with himself. Crowley turned back to the road, a muscle twitching in his jaw, seeming to brush the entire thing off, re-shouldering his mantle of untouchable coolness.

“Right. Where to for dinner, angel?”

“Oh, I don’t care,” Aziraphale answered cheerily. Then he crooned softly, “Nothing really matters to me…”

#aziraphale/crowley #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #this is so incredibly silly #I'm almost sorry #to those of you new to my writing #I promise I'm capable of serious things #I really am #my fic #my writing #prompt fill #send me more prompts!#I love filling prompts <3 #Anonymous

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 4 years

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Totally agree it is not at all worth it to bring back Mon El when they so thoroughly ruined him and karamel because the psychos brainwashed them and the writers had no brains of their own. Chris has an amazing new opportunity and all I want is for it to work out for him, or be a valuable stepping stone if it doesn't. It's obvious to me besides episode 100 is nothing more than a way to get karamel fans to shut up by bringing him for a cameo, then going back to pretending he never existed at all

Agreed, but I still hope for karamel end game, even if it will take one second in the last ep of the final series, sue meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

#anons

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bihedgehogs-moved · 5 years

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it's shaping up to be a WONDERFUL HOLIDAY. Not. Your. Nor-mal average everyday. sounds like someone fell my old coRAL tree. spOngebob pAtrick why'd u do this to me?? the world feels like it's in loverly go away before i harm you bodily this christmas feels like the very first christmas to me. therell be shopping decorating and Plenty Of SnooOoOww (plenty of snow) hey patrick who's that under the mistletoe (the mistletoeee) What? Who me? would you look at the time i should goooooo people seem a little more Brotherly (broOootherly). here's a special something to you from me (to u from me) even all the trash on christmas it smells so Sweeetlyyy. cuz this christmas feels like the very first christmas to me lADADADADADADA DUH DAAA DADADADA DUHHH DA DADADADADA DUH DAAA DUHDADADA what do u want can't you see that im buuuusy step outside we got something for you to see Spongebob take this stuff down immeeeediately chestnuts roasting and burns in the third degree 2nite things are as good as they seem to be a star on top will complete all the scenery cause this christmas feels like THE VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (hehehehhehehehe) this christmas feels like THE VERY FIRST CHRISTMAS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

#be quiet angel #im going to bed now gn

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