#stop making the black girl into a fucking aggressive bully so you can replace her with a white girl yall aint slick

[jennrypan]

You see Lila couldve been super interesting if she had a reason to do what she does or if othr characters werent drastically made dumb in her presence without any explanation on why that is.

Like Lilas appearance bought forth the most ANNOYING fucking salty tropes in this fandom. The marinette x literally everyone in the universe trope, the racist ass trope of Alya being an aggressive attack dog, Chloe replacing Alya as Marinette best friend, destroying the batfamily tag with this batfam x marinette shit, Saltinette in general, Adrien and the class being demonized for daring to have a different opinion/way of approach than Marinette.

And Lila only played a major role in like..three episodes before immediately becoming an after thought. For all this annoying and boring salt fics youd think she was a LOT more threatening and important than she is but no.

Lila couldve been interesting,couldve been a rival to Alya or Adrien, maybe have her show some emotion besides trying to make a 14 year old seem more evil than a literal terrorist whos trying to harm children cuz his wife croaked. Show Lila actually being friends with people, give them a reason to actually like her, give her a motivation besides just strictly being needlessly petty cuz Ladybug was mean to her like..once.

Or if she doesnt like Ladybug maybe just play it as a goof like she hates Ladybug because shes childish but no one takes it serious and she isnt trying to harm people cuz theres no WAY a child is more evil than a whole ass man whos fully aware of the consequences (this show likes to demonize the kids a lot more than the wicked ass adults but anyways.)

Just..lord Lila irks me cuz she let loose a whole issue and shes barely in most episodes and no one seems to be effected by her existence besides Marinette and Adrien its weird. At least with Chloe every character acknowledges her when shes on screen, talks about her, engages with her every so often.

#lila rossi #j.p speaks #miraculous fandom salt #miraculous ladybug #i think class salt adrien salt ESPECIALLY ALYA SALT is stupid #stop making the black girl into a fucking aggressive bully so you can replace her with a white girl yall aint slick #i love chloe but id NEVER make her replace Alya fucks wrong with yall #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #class sugar #alya deserves better #akuma class deserves better

[rainy-tree-bird]

Secrets//Bakugou x Reader

A/N: This fanfic is inspired by Sketchbiscuit on Tik Tok. So if you have Tik Tok then I recommend following them! They make really cool content and they also have a series that has inspired me to make this Oneshot! So it's all thanks to Sketchbiscuit! The quirk and idea with Bakugou is taken from Sketchbiscuit so credit goes to them!  Also thank you to everyone who waited for me to make this, and Sketchbiscuit you are awesome! <3 

Also this story is more of a platonic relationship between Y/n and Bakugou. 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, bullying, mentions of suicide, panic attack, depression. 

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My name is y/n l/n, I attend UA in class 1A, I would like to say that I'm special but there are so many people in UA so I honestly don't think that I am that special. Though I do have a pretty rare quirk, its a healing quirk! I'm able to heal people by touching any part of their skin, the downside to this is that whilst I'm healing them I feel the pain too... I'm capable of healing pretty much anything, from Midoriyas broken bones all the way to Yaomomo getting a papercut! Luckily I have a really high pain tolerance so it's all good...

Except for the emotional pain, no one really knows the fact that I can also temporarily remove a person's emotional pain. The teachers know of course! But not anyone of my classmates, I'd rather that they wouldn't know. What if they found out and avoided being around me because they don't want to accidentally give me their pain? They know that I feel their physical pain but just accepted that it doesn't hurt too much due to my high pain tolerance, but if they knew about me being able to temporarily remove emotional pain? They could never get to know that, plus I suck at dealing with that type of pain. So that brings us to what's happening now...

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Quiet sobs are heard from a dark dorm, looking closer, a girl is slightly visible her knees up to her chest, arms holding on to said knees for dear life. Her head is buried in her arms. Her h/c hair is a mess, her whole body shaking violently. Tears flowing down her face as the sobs get quieter, being replaced with rapid breathing as if she were barely breathing as she is crying. A soft knock is heard at her door. She stops in her tracks and starts to stand up, heading towards the door. She wipes her face from any leftover tears, hoping that her face isn't too puffy so it won't be obvious to whoever is knocking at her door that she has been frantically crying.

As she opens the door she sees a blonde with a black lightning streak in his hair. Yellow eyes looking at the door frame to keep him from looking at you.

-Hey, y/n I just wanted to thank you for comforting me during my panic attack, it really helped. Almost as if it just disappeared-

He looks up at you, seemingly confident enough to look at you. He stops mid-sentence looking a bit shocked as he sees your puffy eyes.  

-Holy shit! D-did I make you cry after you helped me!? I'm so sorry!

He looks at you with a guilty face, how could he have made you cry and after you had been so kind and comforted him!? As if your mind is in another world you come back realising that he is seeing you post-panic attack due to you comforting him. You quickly try to come up with a lie not wanting him to put the pieces together that it was because of you removing his pain.

-Oh, what? I just got really allergic, ya know pollen... Yeah!

You exclaim, hoping he will believe you and luck seems to be on your side as he appears to relax, believing you.

-Oh really? For a second I thought it was my fault, you don't look too good. Maybe take an allergy pill?

He suggests and you nod in response, happy that he didn't catch on.

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Movie marathon with the Bakusquad seemed like a good idea and honestly, it was (depending on how you see it). Movies where watched, food was eaten, popcorn and pillows were thrown, screams from Bakugou were heard. Perfect movie marathon for the Bakusquad! And now everyone had fallen asleep, you were the only one left awake but just barely. You were trying to find out if the girl in the movie was going to end up dating her crush or not! But you just couldn't handle it anymore and fell asleep.

You opened your eyes, you were on a stage, you could see hundreds if not thousands of people looking at you, your arms were restrained in what seemed like a big metal box, at the end of the box was a chain that kept you from moving from your spot on the stage. On your face there seemed to be a muzzle keeping you from speaking, it was extremely uncomfortable, to a point where your jaw was in pain.

-Kachhan!

You reacted, looking towards the source of the sound. "But wait my name isn't Kacchan? I'm not Bakugou!"  you thought but looked towards the source anyways. You could see Midoriya, he was at the edge of a roof, it looked as if he was about to jump off.

-Why did you do this to me Kacchan?

You heard Midoriya mumble. Tears were streaming down his face, his green eyes wide, crazed looking. They were staring into your soul as if they were immensely judging you. You were shocked, scared, horrified. What was going on? You tried to scream, to tell him not to jump, but all that came out were muffled screams. Moving towards him was also impossible, the chains linked to your restraints keeping you in place. You tried to move anyways, suddenly they came off with an explosion. "Wait, this isn't my quirk", you thought as you looked at your hands.

Suddenly shouting was heard and all of it was directed to you. As if everyone and everything was judging you with all the anger of the world.

-Monster! Villain! How is he a hero!? He's terrifying! He's not good enough! Bully! Unloveable! Evil!

You clutched your head, squeezing your eyes shut, desperately trying to block all the negative sounds and comments. Then everything goes silent and dark. You hesitantly open your eyes and look up, you see Allmight. He is in his weak form, blood everywhere, his hero costume is ripped, a visible frown and blue eyes piercing your soul.

-It's YOUR FAULT!

He screams, you feel extremely guilty. You start to gasp for air,  it feels as if your getting choked.  You feel more and more pain, your limbs starting to go numb. Vision getting distorted with black spots everywhere.

You wake up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down your face as you try to get your shallow breathing under control. You feel a weight on your side, you glance towards it.

Bakugou is lying on your shoulder, both of your arms touching each other. His eyebrows furrowed as always, a frown on his face, his eyes are shut tight, he looks extremely uncomfortable almost as if he were having a nightmare. He fell asleep and during his sleep started leaning on you. You quickly put two and two together and realise that you were feeling his emotions.

-You're feeling all of this?

You whisper, more to yourself than Bakugou, but you are shocked, "How can he bear all of this?" It's the only thing that you can think about. A tired sigh is heard from said male, his body starting to move from his slumber.

-The fucks going on?

The mumble is heard from him. He groggily opens his crimson eyes, looking straight at you.  

-Oh shit-

You say, realising that he's looking at you and you looking at him with tears still streaming down your face. He stares at you trying to figure out what's happening, mind still foggy since he just woke up. You stare back at him not knowing what to do.  His eyes slightly widen realising that you've been crying this whole time.

-Oi, why the fuck are you crying?

He says quietly, not wanting to wake the others. His tone is aggressive but slight worry is evident.

-Ehm, i-its nothing important, seriously!

You stutter, partially giving away that it is an obvious lie. You wipe your tears and he shifts his body so that he can face you.

-Quit the bullshit, what is it?

He says. It sounds more like a threat than a request. This goes on for a while, Bakugou aggressively telling you to spill whatever is going on and you telling him not to worry about it.

-You're not gonna give up, are you?

You sigh, hoping that he actually decides to leave it.

-Hell no, just tell me already you dumbass.

He replies, crossing his arms. You sigh once again, knowing that you're just going to have to tell him the truth. Which sadly means that you have to tell him about the hidden part about your quirk.

-Fine, I'll tell you...

You say, he smirks.

-Fuckin finally.

He says triumphantly, prepared to finally know.

-You know how my quirk is able to heal people?

You say in a low voice. He nods.

-Yeah, but how the fuck does that relate to you crying?

He asks annoyed, you ignore him.

-Well, I'm also able to heal emotional pain but only temporarily, so like the person I heal won't feel the burden for a while, but it also means that I feel that pain. So during your sleep, you must've at some point have touched my skin so... I basically dreamt what you felt...

After your whole explanation, there's a silence between the two of you. The only sounds that are heard are the snoring and heavy breathing of some of your sleeping friends and the tv playing the credits to the film you were watching before you fell asleep.

-Oh fuck...

He says, breaking the silence between the two of you. You look at him, studying his facial features to somehow find out what he's thinking. It's his usual scowl, his eyes are looking off to the side, he looks slightly.... guilty and ashamed...

-Does you're quirk activate just by skin to skin or does it also activate through fabrics and shit too?

He asks, he looks at you once again. You wonder why he would be interested in that but decide to humour him anyways.

-Nah, it's just skin to skin, plus you have to be experiencing emotional pain at the moment my skin comes in contact with someones for it to activate.

You answer, still confused as to why he wants to know that. He then turns around, grabbing something. Confusion is visible on your face. He then turns around and suddenly grabs you, you feel something warm and fuzzy wrapping you plus a pair of arms wrapping tightly around you.

-Bakugou, what are you doing!?

You yelp. Then it clicks, he's hugging you and a blanket in-between the two of you so that your quirk doesn't activate.

-Shut up... It's my fucking fault that you were crying so don't complain, take this as an apology... You dumbass...

He mumbles the apology part, a slight blush is visible on his cheeks as he looks away from you, his grip slightly tightening. You smile and relax.

-Thanks, apology accepted.

You whisper.

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The Bakusquad were walking to a café together for another after-school hangout. On the way, Mina and Jirou walk closer to you.

-Hey, n/n! What's going on with you and Bakugou? The two of you have gotten much closer lately. Come on, give me the tea!

Mina says very curiously, Jirou nods at Mina's request, also curious as to what's going on between you and Bakugou. You look towards Bakugou, his usual scowl on his face as Kirishima has an arm around his shoulder and Kaminari and Sero are talking to him. You smile, thinking about what to answer.

Ever since that night, when Bakugou found out about the second part of your quirk and you found out about his emotional wellbeing, the two of you had gotten closer. Bakugou would occasionally talk to you about his feelings and he would sometimes help you and try to comfort you when you had used your quirk to heal someone emotionally. You then got the perfect answer for your two curious friends, you smiled softly and replied.

-I guess it because we found out something personal about each other, that's all.

#bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki #bakugou angst #mha angst #mha bakugou #mha fluff #bakugoufluff

[freefallingforfanfiction]

Super Strange Things

Chapter Four: Is This Real Life or Is This Just Fantasy

Pairing: Johnathan Byers x Reader

Overall Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

This Chapter: An awkward car ride home turn out better than Y/N expected. 

Warning: Warped time line.

Tagging: @loquaciousmelanin @laurel-celestial @shortykatezey @bands-and-shietz @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @myshakespeareandarling @precious-cinnamon-roll666 @sarai-ibn-la-ahad @castelo-amado

Authors Note: I think I got everyone that asked to be tagged but if I missed you please send me a message and I’ll be happy to start tagging you! :)

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The car ride back to the Byers residence was deafeningly quiet; Jonathan hadn’t turned on the radio, and you had not attempted to speak to him after the car doors closed and encased the two of you in a sad, awkward silence.

Instead, you had opted for slipping off your black boots and tucking your legs under your thighs, careful to not expose anything under your skirt. You propped your elbow on the doors arm rest and relaxed your chin the palm of your hand, watching the scenery pass you by.

In the seat next to you, Jonathan sat. His face wasn’t angry, nor was it stoic, instead a state of melancholy had overtaken his features, and you sighed quietly to yourself.

You felt horrible about what happened. The look on Jonathan’s face when his camera crashed to the ground… It was heartbreaking to say the least, especially knowing that you were the one that caused said heartbreak. You hadn’t meant for things to escalate like that, it was the exact opposite of what you had hoped for, actually. But your temper had gotten the best of you.

I’m so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you rested your head against the cool glass of the car window, shutting your burning eyes. You bit your trembling lip and steeled your face. You were a Winchester. Winchester’s did not cry.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jonathan muttered from the driver’s seat, his voice hoarse.

Jonathan’s voice did not hint sarcasm, but you were sure it had to be in there somewhere. Perhaps he was just too upset, too emotionally drained to fully put the tone into his voice. Because what did he have to thank you for? A broken camera, maybe? Possibly for a new set of bullies? Oh, or maybe even a new and improved reputation as the school pervert?

You laughed dryly, lifting your head up off the glass to look at your more than likely soon to be ex-best-friend, “For what? For coming into your life for less than 48 hours and completely screwing everything up?”

Jonathan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. He swallowed heavily and bit down on his jaw before he lightly shook his head, causing his brown locks to sway gently back and forth.

“No,” Jonathan’s voice was still horse, thick with some emotion you could not place, “Thank you for standing up for me. No one’s ever done that before, besides my mom.”

Suddenly, the overwhelming acrimonious emotions were washed from your person as you blinked up at the boy in the driver’s side seat. He hadn’t taken his eyes from the road, but the melancholy that had been prominent on his facial features only minutes before was replaced with, what you only assumed to be, gratitude.

Slowly, he turned his deep brown gaze on you, and you suddenly felt shy under its intensity. You blinked up at him with doe like eyes, almost in a trace as you ran a hand through your messy H/C locks and nibbled on the corner of your lip. “Any time,” you whispered, watching as a ghost of a smile appeared on Jonathan’s face.

He reached over and softly patted your knee, “Don’t worry about the camera, it wasn’t your fault. He was going to break it no matter what either of us did or said. That’s just who he is.”

You shook your head, sending a flurry of H/C about your face, “No, I shouldn’t have been so snappy with Steve, I was just so mad,” you explained, running your hands through your [curly, wavy, straight] hair once more, “You doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, you didn’t do anything wrong, it was my fault but they were just so fixated on you,” you leaned back into the worn seats on Jonathan’s car, letting your head hit the back of it. “It got to me, but I was wrong to act the way I did.”

Jonathan shifted his gaze from the road to you once more, and again, the shy feeling returned. You met his gaze uneasily, picking at the sleeve of your [favorite color] flannel that had made its way from around your waist to around your arms in fourth period. Jonathan moved his right hand from the steering wheel again, this time to lay it on your shoulder. His stare was gentle, yet firm as he looked directly into your eyes, “Y/N, please. Don’t blame yourself, it’s like Dean said, were all at fault, we were all stupid.”

You tried to smile at the sweet boy before you, but your heart had stalled in your chest at the unexpected behavior, and you found yourself lost in those deep, brown eyes of his. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth, nothing came out for a moment before your brain finally decided to make a clumsy appearance, allowing you to stammer out a breathy “Okay.”

Jonathan smiled at you fondly before he placed his hand back on the wheel and sped up a bit. And with that simple smile, it was as if all the tension in the car had vanished into thin air. You smiled back at Jonathan as you shifted yourself in the passenger side seat, tuning to towards Jonathan instead of away. You brushed your fingers over the radio, eyeing it quickly before you found the power button and pressed it.

Queen’s Crazy Little Thing Called Love quickly filled the car, and you smiled and rolled the window down, letting the wind further tangle your already matted hair, not noticing Jonathan gazing at you longingly from his seat beside you.

“Sam? Dean? I’m home,” you call as you stepped through the threshold of the small powder blue rent house.

“In the kitchen,” you heard Dean’s gruff voice call back.

“Coming,” you responded, slipping off your black boots and padding over to the cramped kitchen in your skull patterned socks. You leaned against the small yellow stained fridge that came with the house and took in the tranquil scene before you.

Sam was seated at the make shift dining table, his school books and homework packets splayed around him. His face was set in deep concentration as he carefully moved his pencil across the papers, fully absorbed in his work. Dean was at the stove, he had shed his twenty layers of shirts as the kitchen was rather toasty, and had only his white undershirt and indigo flannel, which was rolled up to his elbows as he stood over the stove, stirring a pot of something. You loved walking in on moments like these, moments where everything seemed so normal, you felt as if you were just a regular family, with a mom and dad at work, and a caring older brother to cook the family supper. You smiled lightly and pushed yourself away from the fridge, making your way over to Sammy, you ruffled his hair lightly and kissed the top of his head. He stopped his work to look up and smile at you before he dove back into his science homework.

“What’cha cooking big brother?” you asked as you made your way over to the stove to peer into the pot.

“Homemade hamburger helper.” Dean answered blankly.

“WhAt?!” You screeched, shoving his shoulder aggressively to see what was in the pot. Dean shoved you back easily with one hand, causing you to stumble forward as he let out a loud bark of laughter at your dramatic reaction.

“I’m kidding,” Dean smiled as you pouted up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. You stamped your foot on the ground for emphasis before stomping back over to the stove, where Dean let you peer into the spot. You let out a sign of relief when you saw he was cooking spaghetti.

“Thank the gods,” you mumble as you turned away from the stove and pulled out a chair from under the table and plopped yourself down in it. The metal was cold as it seeped in through your stripped stockings, sending a chill down your spine. You rested your elbow on the table and set your chin on the back of your hand, E/C irises skimming over your brother’s homework.

“What are you working on Sammy?” you asked, your eyes swimming over a wall of text.

“Science homework,” Sam answered, “Today we started discussing the causes and effects of regional climates,” he elaborated. Then he turned his large puppy eyes on Dean, “But I just finished. So can I go meet the guys?”

“The guys?” you asked, quirking a brow. Sam rolled his eye at you and the knowing smirk you had on your face, but answered you anyway. “Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.”

“To do what?” you asked curiously, setting your eyes on your baby brother. His face held a small amount of excitement as he looked back and forth between you and Dean, his brown locks swishing at the motion.

“Well, the cover up story is that were playing DND.” Sam said, causing Dean to turn around and give Sam a questioning look.

“Dungeons and Dragons,” Sam said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You grinned and blew some of your stray looks out of your face, “Phft, nerd.”

Sam playfully narrowed his gaze at you and you sent him a wink, knowing exactly what DND was.

“But we’re actually going search for Will,” Sam continued, ignoring your brothers extraordinarily confused look as watched the two of you at the table. “So can I go?”

Dean whipped his hands on the dish towel, his brows furrowing as he thought it over. Sam gave his sweetest eyes, and you could see Dean internally groan and give in. “Fine. But be careful.”

Sam grinned ear to ear and shot up from the table and to the hallway where he snatched up his jacket, “Hey!” Dean called, causing your younger brother’s head to whip around to face your older brother, “This isn’t going to be a nightly occurrence, you hear me?”

Sam nodded his head sharply, but the small smile that graced his lips never left as he waved goodbye to the two of you and jetted out the door.

You hummed to yourself quietly, causing Dean to send you a questioning look. “I never thought I’d see the day you let Sammy out of the house by himself,” you mused, picking up Sam’s discarded pencil and twirling it between your fingers.

Dean sighed and flipped the dish rag he was holding over his shoulder and walked back to the stove to stir the pot. “Gotta let him have some freedom every now and then, otherwise you know what happens.”

Your face dropped slightly at Dean’s words, the memory of how angry your dad had been at the both of you the weekend Sam had run off during a hunt. It had taken you almost a week to track him down, and though it was both of your faults, John and ultimately put the blame on Dean, the eldest.

“Yea,” you muttered under your breath, “I guess so.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, Dean finishing up the pot of spaghetti, and you doodling on the back of one of Sam’s homework assignments. The only noises that filled the kitchen was the pencil scrapping against paper and the metal spoon hitting against the black pot.

When the spaghetti was finished you took out the paper plates and fixed yourselves some food, you each had a warm bottle of coke to drink while you chatted easily about the school day you had had before the Steve fiasco.

“Yea, I was just walking down the hall, and suddenly the janitors closet is tossed open, and three arms reach up and grab me by my collar-” Dean’s dramatic tale of being kidnapped by high school girls was cut off as a sharp ring sounded through the quiet house.

“I’ll get it,” you said as you pushed yourself away from the table and hopped to your feet. You jogged over to the phone and snatched it up off the hook, answering it with a brisk “Hello?”

“Y/N, its dad,” your father’s tired voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Oh, hey dad. When are you coming home, Dean cooked spaghetti, don’t want it getting cold you do?”

You could hear voices in the back ground but you weren’t able to make out what they were saying, you could only hear the rushed tones the people spoke in.

“I don’t think I’ll be making it home anytime soon, sweetheart,” your dad said, and this time you could hear the dismay in his voice.

You swallowed heard, almost afraid to ask the question, because you knew what he was about to tell you. But it didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel real. It wasn’t, was it?

“Why?” you forced the word from your lungs and waited with baited breath for your dad to give you the answer you dreaded the most.

You heard your dad let out a heavy sigh from the other end of the receiver before he answered you. “Someone just found a body at the quarry,” he started, “And it’s been identified as Will Byers.”

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan buyers x you #steve harrington #Nancy Wheeler #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #Will Byers #mileven #supernatural #supernatural imagine #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagine #john winchester #jim hopper #joyce byers

[marxiehodgeheg]

Death Note (2017)

okay, so I just watched the Death Note movie and damn that shit was

WILD

so im just going to compile some small notes about how bad and how much they fucked Death Note like fuck man

Please Note: there are going to be elements of spoilers in this list so if you are planning on watching Death Note (2017) be aware (but in all honesty please dont watch it just watch the 2006 Anime Adaptation I beg you, I am doing you a solid)

lets begin

ok so first off, this shit is americanised so of course there is a buttload of whitewashing because if you didnt know Death Note is Japanese and set in Japan and the characters are Japanese - please. 

Light Yagami is a good boy™ so like how dare you make this shitty bad boy - hes doing other peoples homework please no

the Death Note lands right next to him - um no the Death Note lands 10 feet away from Yagami and outside his classroom stop this

also it starts raining right after he picks up the Death Note - spoooky

white!light finds some bullys who are obviously over school age and so he pulls the child abuse card on them if they were to hit him - he gets decked anyway. 

he gets caught with the homework and put into detention and oh no the light went out - creepy factor™ to the max - so spooked 

oh yeah, did i mention that this film is rated an 18 

so of course theres been swearing and cursing from everyone, even Light - sorry not my Light 

best part of the film was white!light shitting himself when he see Ryuk like yes 10/10 A++ content would watch that scene again

white!light also slaps himself and i wanted him to do it more 

theres more swearing, i mean i had to settle in for a wild ride with fucks and shits throughout this whole film, but like the anime was only a 15 

also Willem Dafoe as Ryuks voice was pretty cool, had a nice ring to it but anyway 

he goes to kill older bully because Ryuk says he wants to (obviously hes hesitant) but cant 

legit words from the film “i dont have a pen” Ryuk pulls out a pen “well its good you have one” im yeLLING

he writes older bully guys name down but oh no, Ryuk tells him to write down how so guess what 

HE CHOOSES DECAPITATION IM SERIOUS YALL THIS IS HIS FIRST KILL NO HESITATION JUST WRITES DOWN DECAPITATION LIKE WHO FUCKEN WROTE THIS 

FUCKEN GORE TO THE MAX YOU SEE THIS GUYS HEAD BE FUCKEN RIPPED FROM HIS BODY BY A TRAGIC ACCIDENT LIKE FUCK 

by this point i was already like #NotMyDeathNote i mean 

dad is introduced, but where is mother and sister - ill tell you where - non existant (mum is dead and there was never any sister) 

MORE SWEARING >:(

theres still apples tho and Ryuk still loves them 

white!light reads the Death Note rules (well he actually skims them but okay) 

comes across some scribble and sees a not “dont trust Ryuk”

HE PRONOUNCES IT RYE-UK NO LIE IM LIKE HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU NO ITS RYUK PRONOUNCED REE-UK FUCK YOU

its okay tho because Ryuk comes out and shuts him down with the correct pronunciation like yas bitch you tell him 

ALSO LET ME LOOK AT MY MAIN MAN STOP PUTTING HIM IN THE DARKNESS LET ME SEE HIS FACE NOT JUST HIS EYES 

Ryuk suggests shark attacks on the toilet as a not possible example of death - Ryuk i thought you were better than this 

angry scribbling of names - damn white!light is mad 

AND ANOTHER THING WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE HEART ATTACKS LIKE HE JUST KEPT SPECIFYING THE DEATHS - NO THIS IS NOT HOW IT WORKS YOU DONT NEED TO JUST KEEP WRITING THESE SHITTY DEATHS

you get one look at Ryuk and damn, my man you ugly im sorry they did you like that

okay back at school, watching the team practice and guess what 

HES GOT THE DEATH NOTE AND HES READING IT IN THE OPEN IN PUBLIC - BITCH PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY

OH BUT WAIT A GIRL SEES HIM - SHE NOTICES IT AND IS LIKE “oo Death Note whats that” AND HES LIKE “nah its nothing™” 

BUT IT GETS BETTER 

HE TELLS HER ABOUT IT AND LETS HER READ IT AND SHOWS HER HOW IT WORKS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON - MY LIGHT WOULD NEVER DO THIS 

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THIS CHICK IS BUT APPARENTLY HE DOES AND SHE KNOWS HIM SO IM LIKE WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS SO WRONG - WHO IS SHE?!?!?!

so new girl who im sure is supposed to be Misa Misa says to white!light “lets change the world together” and so these words obviously go straight to white!lights dick because theres sexual tension in the air

“can i kiss you?” “youre not suppose to ask” 

she just fucken pins him to the wall shes making him her bitch and theyre kissing ugh my eyes hurt 

cut back to school and they in class and they looking at each other like they fucked 

then theres more kissing like fucking straight white movie romances am i right 

theyre finding a name for the God who will rule the new world

of course its Kira like what else is it going to be

“Kira means light in celtic” and then quickly “also its similar to the word killer in Japanese” like damn bitch i wonder why you quickly said that - oh yeah because Death Note is actUALLY JAPANESE 

im so fucjing done with this film 

but now the death victims are leaving perfectly written Japanese messages on the walls like this doesnt mAKE UP FOR YOUR SHITTY WHITEWASHING

news time: white boy feels special for getting lots of praise and attention for killing bad guys 

were suddenly in Japan in a night/strip club 

hooded guy is introduced - hes speaks Japanese - finally we are saved by the Japanese guy who I assume is L

nope L is not Japanese just speaks it just like in the anime 

white!light is suddenly angry as detective dad for getting on the Kira case like damn what is your damage 

Watari is here but he is not cute and kind looking like in the anime, i am disappointed 

white!lights dad talks to L on the laptop - but wheres the garbled voice???????

L is introdu--

L IS BLACK, I REPEAT L IS BLACK - ARREST THAT WHITE BOY BECOME POWERFUL WE ARE SAVED 

“rest your glutes” - true words from L. a real line in a real fim 

movie!L is just as good and cute as anime!L 

nope wait, he actually appears in public himself instead of a decoy - im sorry but i cant have this - not my L

he might have had his face covered and hooded but still - not my L 

WHITE!LIGHT IS RUDE - HE TALKS TO RYUK LIKE SHIT - TELLS HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP HOW DARE YOU I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM FOR THAT ALONE

finally found out Misa Misa replacements name 

its Mia

some cops walked off a building 

i kind of stopped taking as many notes by this point i was just not paying attention 

“if you fuck this were not the good guys anymore” - what part of killing people, be they bad or not, makes you the good guys? NONE

L and Light meeting in a cafe 

L becomes a cat and pushes shit off the table 

“youre the one who flew into the sun, im just the one to make sure you actually burn” - yooOOOOOOO L rekt u 

white!lights dad dares to be killed - Mia thinks about doing it but white!light stops her - she gets dumped 

she begs for him back 

she pulls out the i love you card 

it works because of course it would and theyre kissing again - like fuck no bitch you tried to kill my dad get the fuck out

Watari is targeted, his name is written in the book - LEAVE HIM ALONE

apparently people can be spared by burning the page with their name on it, what kind of bullshit

L is angry, he is so smad 

L GETS PINNED AGGRESSIVELY TO A TABLE UNHAND HIM YOU HEATHENS 

but another fault that L doesnt really get mad, hes actually a cool cucumber im sorry not my L

homecoming dance - really 

Mia gives white!light his outfit for it and also a hat with a note saying “i have it” 

have what idk

Ls old kids home is creepy™

white!light is wEARING A TOPHAT TO THE HOMECOMING DANCE WHA THE FUCK 

it was a decoy trick wow

oh no Wataris page is missing it cant be burned now, WATARI IS GOING TO DIE 

Watari dies before he can give white!light Ls real name HA

Take my Breath Away by Berlin plays at the dance - beautiful 

oh damn Mia actally outsmarts and FCUKS white!light - she wrote his name in the Death Note 

nope wait shes going to burn the page to bring him back fucking

she still fucked him over tho

L is still smad, but now hes got a gun and hes stolen a cop car 

theres a mangled L theme going on i swear

smashes through a “drive slow, drive safe” sign - good one L 

L finds white!light and chases him on foot

L IS RUNNING I REPEAT L IS RUNNING 

PARKOUR 

L IS DOWN AND OUT COLD IM 

now white!light has the gun

news flash: white boy is having regrets but white girl is living it 

its sad™

OH DAMN HE FUCKED HER OVER BACK IM YELLING

theyre on a ferris wheel and then it collapses spontaneously 

oh no white boy is having major regret about everything what a shame 

bye Mia, bye white!light 

oop Mia is dead 

L is okay 

white!light is in the water 

some random sees the washed up Death Note and picks it up 

white!light is in hospital - the random returns the Death Note to him

 memories of dead girlfriend™

father just now realised that his son is Kira

WHITE BOY SET THE WHOLE FUCKING THING UP - HE TELLS HIS DAD EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK HE MIGHT BE WHITE BUT HE FUCKING SMART 

L is still smad but now he had good hard evidence and proof of Kira

Ryuk is laughing and says that humans are interesting 

and then get this 

IT FUCING ENDS 

WHITE!LIGHT LIVES HE FUCKING LIVES AND LIKE IM JUST LIKE THIS IS NOT RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK NO PUT IT RIGHT FUCKING KILL HIM YOU COWARDS AND LET L LIVE 

but its okay because there are “funny bloopers” in the end credits 

more mangled L theme

im now watching the original 2006 anime and all is well 

Death Note 2017 whats that? 

#death note #death note 2017 #death note movie #death note movie 2017 #long post #very long post #ive never written a post this long befoe holy fucj #please readthi s im funny #its good #please dont watch thi movie its so bad #personal #im very tired #notmydeathnote

[ecotone99]

[HR] The Envelope

I bought a two-story house a while ago, my first one ever. It's a big part of living the American dream, and here I am living it. It's nice having a house all to yourself with no one to answer to. No parents. No landlord. Just me.

Having a house of my own affords me the priviledge of having my own private mailbox. This makes receiving those letters a lot easier. See, every so often I receive an envelope in my mail without a sender's address. I don't know who does it or how they send it, but it always ends up in my mailbox sooner or later.

The first envelope they ever gave me saved my life, and not in a way I ever expected.

It all started a while back when I was in high school. I was the loner kid at school. Got beat up and bullied a lot without much I could do about it. My parents didn't care that I got bullied, even when I arrived home bruised and scarred. They said I should just toughen up and stop complaining to them all the time. They were either too busy with work or too busy taking a break from work to ever help or listen. That's why they wanted me to just deal with it. I always felt like a nuisance to them.

The school counselor didn't do much more than give the bullies a stern talking to every once in a while. Sometimes he'd gave me letters he'd put on an evelope that he wanted me to give to my parents. But my parents either got upset when I showed it to them or laughed at me for being too weak and dependent on any kind of external help.

Thus, I still got beat up for my lunch money and valuables almost every week. Sometimes I got beat up and insulted for no reason at all. I tried asking teachers for help multiple times because of it, but all they ever did was show me to the counselor's office. It's safe to say they didn't care much more about the situation than my parents did.

So when I went to the teachers they directed me to the counselor, when I went to the counselor he told me to give the same letter to my parents, and I gave the letter to my parents they'd just laugh it off. It's safe to say the adult figures in my life weren't going to help me at all.

I was so angry at the fact that they didn't do anything about the bullies and the rest of their groupies assaulting me constantly. I felt no matter what I tried I couldn't do jack to change the situation. In this absolute hell of a situation I was completely alone.

One day though, something happened.

On a slow, boring Monday we heard one of the teachers just stopped showing up. I was happy hearing it was Mrs. Krakowski that went missing. I remember on a few occasions she looked away as I got mobbed by five kids bigger than me. I knew she saw what happened. I saw her look me straight in the eye once as it happened, then look away. I wouldn't miss her, that much is for sure. I still don't, and last I heard she had suddenly moved to another country. That struck me as odd, but I happy about her being gone more than anything.

At the time, I overheard she'd been replaced by a substitute right as the school started to worry about her sudden absence.

It was lunch time and I was making my way to the cafeteria, trying to take a long route around the back of the school when I felt a chill down my spine, that feeling you get when you feel someone's staring holes into the back of your head. I looked back and noticed something odd. Something you never really saw at my school. There were crows on the roof of the school building and on the surrounding trees. And they were looking straight at me. I froze for a moment, then I heard the crunching of grass and leave moving toward me.

My luck couldn't have been worse. I'd taken a path I didn't usually take to the cafeteria to avoid dealing with them, yet there they were. It was Manson and Billy with two or three of their cronies. I tried running back the way I came but I was already surrounded. Turns out some of them were waiting for me behind the trees.

I felt the hot blood run from my nose as I braced myself on the ground in the fetal position. They tried picking my pockets and I tried fending them off, but they just hit me harder for it. I couldn't do much about a five versus one fight. I saw one of their clenched up hands fly at me and I lost consciousness.

Eventually I woke up to the sounds of the school bells ringing. I had missed lunch yet again. I in pain and I was furious. I wanted to kill those fuckers. I couldn't take it anymore but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I put a hand over my eyes and tears streamed down my face as I laid my back on the prickly grass. I laughed to myself thinking, "This is my life. What a fucking joke." I removed my hand from my face and noticed the figure of a man towering over me.

He wore round red sunglasses and a brown fedora that matched his suit in color. His face was almost completely darkened by the shadow his hat cast on his face, yet I could still make out a cold, stern expression. I could tell through his glasses he wasn't even blinking. I felt a shiver through my body as he stared, then stood up and backed away almost involuntarily.

A flock of flapping wings left me dazed and confused. It was then I noticed there were many more crows than there were before and they stood themselves on the roof of the building above me, some looking directly at me, others looking elsewhere into the distance.

Taking a better look at the man before him, he wasn't anyone I'd ever seen before. For some reason though, without saying a word, it was like he was telling me who he was.

"You're the substitute teacher," I said to him.

As he walked closer toward me I noticed how much of a giant he was compared to me. He was slender and tall, must have been damn near seven feet tall. He leaned in and got close enough to me that our noses were nearly touching.

"Yes." he responded, his voice hoarse like some disney cartoon villain. "Clockwork." He paused. The crows cawed and flapped their wings around us. "You'll address me as Mr. Clockwork."

I couldn't avert my eyes from his nor could I find the strength to move from where I stood. The man held out his hand and slid it inside his brown jacket. From it he took out a white envelpe stamped with black sealing wax and held it out in his hand.

"Take it," he said.

I was confused.

"What is it?"

"A way out."

Then everything clicked. I laughed.

"You're joking. You want to 'help' me, don't you? Well I got news for you. The counselor's not gonna help and my parents aren't either."

He hadn't moved an inch through everything I had said.

"So," I continued, "nothing that you write on a piece of paper is really gonna help me. Might as well throw it in the trash-"

"Have you seen what's inside?" he interjected.

"What?"

"Have you seen. What's inside."

"Well, no..."

"Then what do you have to lose?" He extended the hand with the envelope out further.

I was annoyed that he kept insisting, but even though he didn't seem aggressive, he seemed like the type of man you don't want to say no to. So I took the envelope.

"No one here, not even I, can help you," he said. "It is not up to anyone else to choose for you. You may believe you don't have a choice, but you do. Remember this: when you've decided you've had enough, open it. And when you do, choose wisely."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but after he walked away after he said it.

"Mr. Clockwork!" He stopped. "Thanks for trying, at least."

He left and the crows took off with him, leaving me with an eerie feeling in my stomach. At the same time, I realized Mr. Clockwork didn't turn away from me after what happened. He offered help, in fact, and that's something no teacher, not even my parents have ever done. I started to feel like maybe there was hope for me after all.

The next day I decided to visit Mr. Clockwork in his classroom. I hadn't opened the envelope yet. Hardly even looked at it, yet I still kept it with me. I didn't know what was in it, of course, but I was too pissed off about the counselor's useless letters to want to open another one. Also I didn't want to feel disappointed if the envelope ended up having another referral letter to the school counselor. Instead, I decided I was going to talk to him again. Maybe the bullies would leave me alone if I ended up making friends with him. He was tall, scary, and helpful. Seemed like a better plan to me in the end.

When I entered his classroom I saw a man with blonde hair, a buttoned up shirt and glasses. When I asked him where Mr. Clockwork was, he didn't know who I was talking about. The blonde-haired man told me he was there to replace Mrs. Krakowski as a substitute, but said there was no mention of a Mr. Clockwork at any point before he came in.

Mr. Clockwork had disappeared, just like that. I found it odd and a bit disappointing, but I wasn't expecting much out of the situation.

A few weeks later I'd forgotten all about the ordeal until I saw them again on my way out of school. It was Mason and Billy and the rest of them. They gathered by an alley I used to take to avoid the main roads. Once again they'd found out the routes I took to get home as safely as I could. By the time I saw them I was too deep into the alleyway. I knew I wouldn't be able to run away.

It was one thing to be bullied at school, it was another to get beat up in an alley with no one around to see. I had no saving grace from teachers being nearby, no way to lose them in crowds of students, nothing.

As I fought back I remember getting a solid hit on the only girl of the group. It wasn't like I intentionally targeted her, but that's what you get for trying to pick a fight with someone. You hit, you're going to get hit, I don't care what gender or race you are. As much of an egalitarian idealist I thought myself to be, punching the one girl in their group didn't go over as well with the rest of them as it did with me. She started crying, and soon I found myself in a daze taking hits from all sides, so many that I don't remember how the fight went in any sort of detail.

All I remember is I got left on the floor again after it ended. I could barely move. I remember not being able to open one of my eyes and I could feel hot fluids streaming down my forehead. I was in so much pain I could hardly breathe. They'd scattered my notebooks and papers all over the cement floor of the alley. They'd taken my money again. I didn't have to stand up from the ground to know that's what happened.

I could only think about how I wished I had friends to back me up, or someone like a brother to defend me. I wished I had anyone that could help. Then I remembered my parents. How they called me weak and thought of me as a dependent loser. I felt ashamed. Angry. Bitter.

Off the corner of my one remaining good eye I saw something sticking out of one of my notebooks on the ground. The moment I saw it, the words came back to me, "It is not up to anyone else to choose for you." I pictured the substitute teacher's face in my mind like he was actually there, looking down at me. "You may believe you don't have a choice, but you do."

The envelope. I crawled my way to it and picked it up. Mr. Clockwork kept resonating in my mind.

"It is not up to anyone else to choose for you. Remember this: when you've decided you've had enough, open it."

I noticed something about the black wax seal I hadn't before. It had an insignia of a crow perching above another's body, with its claws interred in its torso. I opened it with my shaky hands and drew a single white page from its insides. At the top of this sheet of paper was a crow's head bleeding from its eyes and the base of its neck. The streams of blood swirled, forming a fancy pattern around the head, then trailing downward and forming blank lines on the rest of the page. Above the lines was text that said the following:

The brotherhood calls to you. Our associates have deemed you worthy to follow in the flight of the crow. You shall write with your blood upon a crow's feather the names of those deserving of the curse.

"My own blood? A curse? What the fuck?" I remember thinking.

Then I remembered the rest of Mr. Clockwork said.

"...And when you do, choose wisely."

Inside the envelope was a black feather. I felt my consciousness fade, so before I passed out I picked up the feather and tipped it with the hot blood streaming from my face. Fighting for the last ounces of consciousness, I managed to write their names. Donald Faraday. Gunther Dorey. Lily Adams. Williiam Gonzalez. Mason Williams.

Before I faded out from consciousness, I noticed something that's still in my memory to this day. The blood I'd written the names in, my blood, was streaming down the page slowly as if being sucked from the lines under them and onto the bottom of the page. Not long after, the blood started to turn into lines, then shapes, then words.

A contract signed in blood. Your initiation has begun. The names chosen will be swallowed whole by our curse.

I remember thinking, "What the fuck?", then my vision went black.

I awoke at a hospital where my parents had been waiting for me to regain consciousness. The nurse told us I could have bled out and died if they hadn't taken care of me when they did. When I asked her how I got there, she said she was surprised I made it there all by myself.

I found that strange since I didn't remember anything after I lost consciousness. Then she said it was possible for one's body to move even while unconscious, like a self-preservation mechanism your body has. She still found it extraordinary because of the state they found me in, and said similar things can happen to people who suffer from hallucinations. Guess I got incredibly lucky, or I have a very reliable body and brain.

I wasn't surprised when my parents suddenly pretended to give a crap about me. Their fake tears came coupled with bitter insults and slights.

"Can't even defend yourself. What's wrong with you?"

"If you could make any friends at all, none of this would have happened."

"That's what happens when you have a weakling for a son."

Of course, even me being in the hospital was about them. I wasn't really expecting much from them though. I didn't care.

There was only one thing in my mind at that time - what happened in that alleyway after I left school that day. The crow's head on the letter, and the blood, the curse. I was afraid my parents had looked through everything and seen it. I was lucky they didn't see it after all.

The rest of the time I was at the hospital I'd have the corner of my eye on my backpack nervously. My parents were still there and I didn't want to make them even the least bit suspicious. If they saw what was in that letter, I had no way of knowing what they'd do to me. They'd send me to a juvenile prison, or worse, a mental institution.

Once I was alone in the room, that was my chance. I quickly got up from the hospital bed and rummaged through my things. Then I saw the envelope, only it didn't have a wax seal on it anymore. I took out the sheet of paper that had the crow's head on it, but it was blank. Completely and utterly blank.

A realization dawned on my mind. I thought back on what happened. The bullies, Mr. Clockwork, the envelope - these events all had something in common. Highly unusual things happened every time I had a run in with Billy, Mason and the gang. Then I thought about what the nurse said about hallucinations. I got hit pretty hard every time I ran into them. Could I have been hallucinating? Did any of it really happen?

When I asked that other substitute about Mr. Clockwork he didn't seem to know he even existed. Did I meet Mr. Clockwork? Did I really write a letter in my own blood? Was I just delirious? Did I imagine the whole thing?

"No," I thought. There had to be an answer to it all. Maybe Mr. Clockwork wasn't an official substitute, maybe he was just a friend of the school principal. Maybe someone saw the letter after I passed out in the alley and swapped it out for a blank one. Even if I had been hallucinating, why would I be carrying an envelope with a blank page on it? And why would I remember everything I experienced as vividly as I did?

I was determined to find out what really happened. I tried to get some information from my parents. I asked every teacher and student about Mr. Clockwork, but nobody knew what I was talking about. Every day my breath got shorter, I slept less and less every night thinking about what happened, running into dead ends. I could not escape the thought that maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was all in my head. Wherever I went I saw crows looking back at me, taunting me, but Mr. Clockwork, the envelpe, the letter I wrote in my own blood... there was no trace that any of it had ever happened.

The days blurred together and I felt myself going crazier and crazier. I'd littered my room to oblivion with pages upon pages of scribbles, news articles, anything I could find to get an answer. But it was no use. I felt my mental state slipping.

Then one time, trying to conjure up an answer, I came up with an idea. I thought that maybe the staff at the hospital I was in knew something else. Maybe if I asked around I'd find something out. When I arrived, I talked with the receptionist, and then eventually I found the nurse that took care of me during my time there. I asked her if there was anything else she knew, anything odd that she may have noticed.

She said she didn't see anything odd, and as I started to walk away she changed her mind. She told me that other than finding me injured in front of the hospital, she said the person that found me had seen a flock of birds around me that flew away when they got near me.

When I asked what kind of birds they were, she said she was told they were black birds.

I woke up one day in a dark room with a buzzing light bulb hanging above my head. Seemed to be one of those old industrial fluorescent lights. I felt dizzy and confused. I stood up and realized I'd been sitting on a rusted folding chair. The single lightbulb above me cast a circle of light below it. Outside this circle of light there was nothing. Elsewhere beyond it was pitch black.

I was sweating. I heard noises in the background I couldn't quite make out. Not something you'd ever want to hear in a dark room by yourself, that's for sure. I was afraid to make even the slightest noise. The noise from the lightbulb felt like it was buzzing inside my skull and it made me nauseous. Every once in a while I'd hear an echo in the distance, like the noise of something falling over in a big echoey room. I was nervous and uncertain about a lot, but if there was one thing I was certain about, it was that I wasn't alone.

It felt like hours had gone by with me sitting on that rusty chair. I was getting desperate. I was terrified to do anything, but I wanted to leave that place. Eventually I felt myself brave enough to say in a soft tone of voice:

"A-anyone there?"

No answer. I raised the tone of my voice up a notch.

"A-anybody here? Anyone?"

I kept at it enough that I finally heard something. It sounded like a voice. Grunting. There was someone else in that room with me and I didn't know if I was happy or afraid.

Then I heard something click, then buzz. Another light had clicked on ahead of me in the direction the rusty chair was facing. Another one clicked on ahead of it, then another. I was in a much bigger room than I thought. Maybe a warehouse of some sort. Far away into the distance where the lights formed a path there was a door. It looked to be a white door.

It became apparent how dirty and worn the cement floor looked as I walked toward the door. The fact that the clean, white door at the end of the room didn't fit in with the muck-ridden floors and walls it was mounted on gave me an eerie feeling in my stomach.

My legs were shaking. I wanted to move faster but I was too scared to. The background noises I'd been hearing got louder. It was music. Chanting. Dark and guttural. It got louder as I drew closer. As I stood about a foot or two in front of the door, I noticed it had something engraved on it. A bird digging its claws on another below it and a floral pattern all around it. The crow, same as in the one on the black seal of the envelope Mr. Clockwork had given me.

My body still shook, but a wave of calm I could not explain washed over me. I felt I knew now why I was where I was. I was uncertain, yet all was clear.

I placed my hand on the door handle. The music stopped. I turned the handle, pushed, and the door creaked open.

It was a small room made to look like a gothic chapel. There were tables with lit candles, books and chandeliers. The walls were lined with mosaics showing illustrations of men and women in dark robes and cloaks. They showed kings, emperors, influential figures of our time bleeding and falling at the hands of these figures, all of them under the crow's gaze as the centerpiece of it all. There was a plaque on the wall ahead of me that read:

What's not known we shan't forget

What's taken shall see its end

Songbirds fall to feed us regret

To rise and cleanse the world again

I heard groaning on the floor ahead of me. It was a familiar groan. There was a kneeler with a book on top of it. I opened the book to see what was inside. I smiled.

My parents came to visit me at my new house about a month ago. I no longer have any resentment toward them as I did when I was younger. I invited them, after all, and greeted them with glee.

Normally I'd sit back and wait for it to arrive, but this time I heard the doorbell ringing. I opened the door to see a man, tall and slender with red tinted glasses and a matching suit and hat.

The envelope is finally here.

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[jennrypan]

Chameleon doesnt deserve as much salt as it gets. Yes im back on this again.

Was it a silly dumbass episode? Yes, very much so. But so was that dumbass Party Crashers (?) Episode where Marinette dresses a dude to be nosy??. A lot of dumb shit happens with no real continuity to it.

Like was the class majorly dumbed down? Yeah, but the only REALLY stupid scene was the napkin scene, everything was normal ML dumbassery.

Lila doesnt deserve the amount of hate she gets, shes not evil, shes just an annoying brat with petty lying issues.

Adrien isnt a spineless coward for giving ONE sentence of advice cuz he didnt have all the facts, cuz Marinette decided to not tell him Lila threatened her, and considering Lilas good at gaslighting it makes sense not to publicly call her out, cuz she can flip the script like she did with Marinette.

Alya isnt Lilas damn attack dog. Yall have no idea how PISSED it makes me that yall saw the main black girl and decided to make her some aggressive ass bully. Fuck yall, fuck everyone of yall idc. That shits so aggravating. She said ONE thing, and in the next she actively stopped up for Marinette with the test answers ???

But nvm that ig, cuz Marinettes clearly soo sad about her friends "abandoning" her, shes gonna become an asshole in return?? And move to gotham?? Or new york to meet the avengers?? Or call up allll the celebrities she knows cuz obviously everyone loves her and if they dont drop everything for her theyre evil.

And another thing. Marinette doesnt do EVERYTHING for her classmates, she what makes them a few goodies out of the kindness of her heart and suddenly they owe her everything ? She makes them stuff she could obviously say no to?? Marinettes a kind person! So ofc she'd agree to help her friends but she doesnt do everything for them, theyre competent teenagers

Like yall make Marinette some super cool do no wrong chick and she becomes exactly like lila but its cool cuz its Marinette, you take her flaws and her overall personality until shes not even marinette its just an oc.

Also. I loove Chloe redemption, its my favorite thing but not at the expense of Alya, Chloe shouldnt replace Alya as Marinettez bestfriend.

Wheres the fics where Chloes redemption isnt focused on Marinette? Like if shes changing it wont be for Marinette. Itll be for either Sabrina or Adrien her actual friends?? And possibly Zoe ? (Also notice how zoe kinda faded into the background after like..two or one episode, like..wha)

Anyways.

Salt is so..dramatic and its usually salting over ONE instance and blowing it out of proportion. Chameleon was an okay episode.

If youre mad be mad at the writers who wrote that damn napkin scene cuz lord. That was a mess

#j.p speaks #miraculous ladybug #ml fandom salt #ml chameleon #if you feel personally offended by this. #sucks ig?