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Frozen needs more Anna.

Idk why but i feel like the frozen franchise needs to specialize anna more. Like, I know she's great bc she's already strong enough to stand on her own and for both frozen movies and all the frozen shorts, she's always played a titular character. She has definitely gotten a huge amount of screen time, and she's probably the one most involved in the story (after Elsa).

But i want more. I just think that Anna often gets overshadowed by Elsa because Elsa get's all the cool powers and the pretty transformation scenes. And while Anna gets a lot of screentime herself, I think she deserves more. Anna's a heck of a woman, but she's always acting in the context of Elsa's actions (unless it's a scene with her and Kristoff). In the 1st movie, she goes off to save the kingdom from eternal winter by reuniting with her sister. In the second, she goes to save Arrendelle and also protect Elsa. She gets her moments, yes, but they always pull the best tricks for Elsa's scene. Elsa's more glamorized than Anna, and it's always been Elsa who's given more attention when it comes to driving the story. But I need more of Anna's own story and development and complications and stuff. Sure, in the first movie the journey is seen in Anna's eyes for the majority of the time. But the story is still ultimately not about her. We're more drawn to Elsa's powers. (**spoilers below**)

Even with her becoming queen. It's not like the story genuinely shows her exhibiting a leadership that would make her the best possible ruler for Arrendelle regardless of Elsa's involvement. It's as if she's only stepping into Elsa's shoes because Elsa has more magical things to do as the 5th element. I wanted to see her becoming more queenly than Elsa, more suited to the throne, to the point where if Elsa's powers weren't taken into account the top choice would still be Anna for being more suited to the throne, not because the duty falls to her now that Elsa's had her stint as queen but now has better things to do.

And idk how the studio might do this. Give Anna powers. Reveal some special thing about her which would match Elsa's specialness. Let her be the main main character for once. Let Elsa and her powers be the helping hand, and not the sole purpose for Anna's journey. Idk I dont think I'm expressing this the right way but just let anna have her moment, okay? Okay.

Just more Anna content and appreciation and development. Please.

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I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

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Honestly the biggest disappointment I had researching ABC was that medieval authors did not, in fact, see the creatures they were describing and were trying their best to describe them with their limited knowledge while going “what the fuck… what the fuck…”

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This is really good omg 💕

my arch nemesis cynthia is, of course, at the bank, because we both were sent like clockwork to pick up the checks of our husbands. she is wearing a lovely long green gown, which i know was on behalf of me, because, as my husband will tell you, our house abhors green and glamour. already the tellers look at each other under their little hats, for they love our tirades, i’m sure, although not more than i hate them. 

“oh, is that your knitting?” my arch nemesis cynthia peers her eyes at my hands. “is it some kind of… sock?” everyone knows she and i used to be close before we were married and our husbands, smartly so, have introduced us to the idea of true vengeance.

“it is a scarf,” i say. i want to tell her that when the time comes and the world gets cold it will go over my mouth and i will breathe warm air and it will fill my lungs and i will be able to run around with my love even in the dark night. “it is not,” i say, “over surprising that you should be caught unawares of a scarf,” i say, “as i’m sure enjoying winter festivities are too beneath the handsome qualities your husband prefers.” pompous ass.

the tellers pass each other eyes for now it has started and they are delighted.

my arch nemesis cynthia thrusts out her hand. a white bottle. “rat poison,” she says. “i would expect the whole town knows about your little problem.” stage whisper. “such a shame, my dear.” then she rustles her long green skirts - which i know she wore on behalf of me - and she shimmies herself out of the room like royalty. oh, she floats everywhere she goes, beautiful black hair behind her. the bottle in my palm is cold. i will devise how to get her back starting first thing tomorrow.

the week, as always, is a long week, for there is much to make and do and knit and be. my husband comes home and i love him for who he is; for he never comes home without checking the state of the house up and down. he is the kind who loves his home so completely and sets each room like a stage for a great band to come playing. i am too ashamed to tell him why so many of the rats go missing, only make him a stew the next morning to celebrate. his favorite, although not mine, i’m afraid. plenty left over.

my arch nemesis today - of course - in a green the color of rotting. a bruise is uncarefully covered on her cheekbone, so striking against all of her dainty. her husband would say it was for her ungraceful nature, and i know mine would agree. i strike first, already delighted by my master plan, shoving over our best picnic basket tied with a bow. “i made you and yours a stew,” i say, “for beneath all that you carry” all that horrible wealth of your husband  “it seems you’re getting rather skinny.” i can’t resist one last comment. “i am worried you’re about to waste to nothing.”

She plucks it out of my hand. “yes, if it weren’t for you and your husband’s dwindling wealth,” her sarcasm is biting, “i’m sure i will be nothing in, oh, 5 weeks time.” she arches a brow. “so long from now.”

“i am counting the days,” i tell her. her lips purse. the tellers behind me make a choked titter. perhaps, by their estimation, i have won this round quite completely. i go home to my husband smiling. he asks where i have been and i tell him i’ve been at the bank, but he checks anyway because i like to get up to tricks and he doesn’t like to fall for it. it is a good game we play. at night, when he is asleep, i am so in love that i must convince myself to pull the covers over my nose and practice breathing. how silly to wake him up for a young girl’s feelings. 

the first week of five: she gives me a solid, ugly ring that requires three knuckles to hold. “i feel so badly for your status, and i must remember to practice charity,” she says. “it such a small thing, but do be careful amongst all that thin pine furnishing of your house, which dents so easily.” my husband appears at the bank’s front door. just checking. so lovely to be picked up by him. at night, in a rage, i try it - beneath the table bends easily. i scuff out the scratch with walnut before my husband can see. i pull the covers over my face in bed and breathe.

the second week: i wear her ugly ring and give her more stew, this time hearty with meat. her dress is a meadow. my heart each time it sees her collapses on itself. she hands me clothes for my husband, since his wealth continues to go missing, and the charity of her heart is so loving. i am so ashamed i bury them far by the old tree, where all my shames go hiding. again, the covers. it, by now, helps me sleep. i have gotten so good at it that i can simply shimmy my shoulders to be perfectly toasty and buried.

the third week: she asks how comes my knitting. i tell her it’s nearly complete. she asks how comes my husband, whom she must know has been ill recently, and who is doing quite badly. i go home to him, shaking. even sick he is a good housekeeper, who comes home examining for dust and dinge so i do not fall behind on my chores. who checks to be sure i spoke to only him and no one more, for fear a man might snatch me. tell me, who else has a man so involved, in this day and age?

the fourth week she is envy green. i shove a whole heaping of stew at her, for now her husband has gotten it. i say it will return him to spirits, she laughs, a sudden, beautiful sound, even in the quiet of a bank. everyone stares. maybe it is the stress that is making her quite improper. i feel the same way. so much is happening and it always seems she knows. she says she heard he has left me nothing in the will, which everyone already knows. she says she doubts either of us can dig upwards from the hole we’re both in. i look at the bruise on her nose. i tell her to mind her own husband, and be careful where she goes.

the fifth week: so final. her, garishly lime green. and i in black, to pick up a check that hardly seems the effort. it will be enough to cover my husband’s funeral. she smiles at me and hands me a silver bottle. she says quietly: now that i am destitute, there is one thing for it all, and everyone would understand quite completely. it would be quiet, and quick, and complete.

it is the night of the new moon, so dark no man can see in it. i receive notice her husband has died, and i am sorry to say i find a terrible joy in it. the air has changed cold. i have left a note asking to be buried in my scarf, the last thing i have made on this earth. i go through each perfect room, but there is nothing else to take with me, for the house has always been his and his alone, and now aches to be gone of him. i would not serve as a good tender for it. having spent so many nights watched carefully, the silly girlish freedom i’d gain would surely set the house ablaze.

i follow her instructions. quick, quiet, complete.

the horrible rustling is what does it. like a million green skirts. and then it is dark, and i am in my own coffin, eerie with pine. my head hurts but i must be quick and quiet. they have listened and buried me with my scarf. i shimmy my shoulders just-so and get it over my face. bring my arms up, ugly ring heavy, and begin to hit as hard as i can, over and over, the thin wood of my husband’s favorite furniture, the cretin. it would be pine, of course - he left me no money to be buried in any nicer recourse.

the wood splits so horribly, and then it is very hard to breathe, harder than under the covers, and i have to remind myself to be patient and continue to dig upwards, while my throat closes and my heart beats so loudly and the whole thing is so heavy it is a universe. the shifting of gravedirt is loud, and loud, and i feel i will be turned into a worm, and i fear everyone has forgotten about me, or i have gotten the timing wrong, or i will really die down here in the dirt and the cold

but then her hand, and my hand, and we are both digging towards each other, and she lifts me so easily from the ground like a plucked turnip and holds me against her, us both panting and muddied. we can only stay like this for so long, here in my pauper grave, and then we are both running to the old tree where we met, and unburying a second thing; my lovely box of shame, and men’s clothes, and all of my husband’s dwindling fortune i have slowly been squirrelling away.

my love and angel cynthia, who has black hair like a curtain and a mind so fast i sometimes am in frank awe at it, who is, even now and dirty and raw: even now the only sun in my life.

like this, i a man in an almost-dawn, and us cleaned by the river, and her smiling so widely, and only a faint bruise on her, and our pasts behind us in ugly garish colors. and her delicate hand and beautiful nose and when i finally get to kiss her it feels like green feels; my favorite color, all warm and nature and sunny grace and grass and lying awake so filled with love it makes you shake.

i hold her, and she holds me, and our future is a love like a dream unburied.

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(ﾉUಠヮಠ)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ This fandom need this gif ✧ _______________________________________ Based on this A little update because I changed my name: pierrot02 –> pierrot02art.tumblr.com

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Okay someone sent me an ask and i think i accidentally deleted it so can whoever sent it resend it? Or don't. Idk how this works

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How do asks on tumblr work? Genuinely asking

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Close your eyes

Open your eyes

Close again

I don't want to close open

Do you understand

I dont understand

Am i only dreaming

Yes you're dreaming

I am dreaming too

I believe...

You believe we believe

I watch you watch me watch you

You are watching me

Am i watching you?

We will watch each other

Is this burning

An eternal phlegm

Say my name

Don't say my name

What's your name

I can't remember...

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I feel like Thomas Astruc reads MLB-related posts on the internet, which is a good thing because then not only will he notice the tiny details about the story that we have overanalyzed (like plotholes or specific details that might have been meaningless before but have been explained by fans) but he can also find the reasons to explain those plotholes and maybe even improve the story.

Example: why can't they figure out each others' secret indentities

Possible explanation a fan came up with online: Because Tikki cares less about physical appearances/disguises than plag does. When Mari becomes Ladybug, only her outfit changes appearance-wise. Meanwhile, her hair and eyes look the same (and in animation, the main distinguishable characteristics that usually set the characters apart are the hair, eyes (esp. Eye color), outfit, and body shape bc artists usually draw characters who look mostly the same except for the stuff i mentioned previously). Meanwhile, when Adrien turns into Chat, his hair style, outfit, and eyes change (the whites turn green.) So Marinette, having only ever witnessed Tikki's power, might think that Chat's secret identity has the same hair etc. And Adrien, having only experienced Plagg's power, vice versa.

Now Thomas Astruc might have seeen this theory online, went 'oh yeah!' And then proceeded to "confirm" this theory using the episode Reflekdoll.

In which case, good job Thomas (or any other author, for that matter). Taking feedback and considering the opinion of the fans is one of the best ways to improve your storytelling. As the saying goes, '2 heads are better than 1'. And with the internet, you have thousands of heads working together to support MLB.

P.S this isn't to say that content creators who do this "steal" ideas or have no originality. I'm just saying that taking into account the constructive criticism others is one of the best ways to improve your work.

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I see your point, but one of the things that I'm trying to get across here is the fact they can be all those things at the same time even if they didn't have the love square. In fact, if they had all those different perspectives of their personalities and relationship with each other without the love square, if we view them as just 1 person rather than as 2 people existing in 1 body like some sort of alter-ego/split-personality situation, their character and their relationship with each other becomes so much more dynamic and deep rather than when you just compartmentalize them into different boxes that focus on one aspect of their personality. If the love square is lost but they still maintain all those different elements of their relationship that you just mentioned, then that would mean that the characters are not just 2-dimensional people who are just embodiments of a steroetype or emotion; instead they become people. Complex, deep-thinking, complicated, and wildly fascinating people. In short, I think that losing the love-square will do more good than harm.

LET ADRIEN BE CAT NOIR

I am frustrated by the fact that most people who ship Ladrien, MariChat, LadyNoir, and Adrienette seem to ship them in this love square because people freaking forget that these are the same people. Marinette is Ladybug and vice-versa; same goes for Chat and Adrien. This frustrates me because it’s as if people forget that Marinette is a hero even when she’s not wearing the suit, and Adrien is a hero even when he’s not cracking awful puns. People forget that these people are one and the same, and the Mari and Adrien don’t just randomly transform into actual different human beings  when they don their suits. Ladybug is still Marinette, and Cat Noir is still Adrien.

One of the main reasons why. I need people to remember that they are the same person is because I need them to be whole. If we ship them with the love square, we neglect aspects of their personality that make them who they are. For example: if we ship the narrative of MariChat, we may neglect Chat’s more “Adrien” traits: gentleness, politeness, and having “intellectual” abilities like speaking foreign languages (Chinese), playing the piano, and fencing. Instead, we focus on the more “playful” parts of him: puns, cockiness, jokes, etcetera. If we run with a narrative where we ship MariChat (without a reveal), and the ship sails, then there would surely have been a choice within Marinette/Ladybug wherein she decides “I will commit to Cat Noir now, and I will stop liking Adrien.”  Essentially, he is choosing Chat over Adrien (even though they’re the same person, but he doesn’t know that). Her moving on from Adrien would mean her rejecting the side of Chat that is Adrien. This shouldn’t happen because If she loves him then she can’t just pick and choose which aspects of him she likes better. It just fucks up my mind to think about what that would mean for them when they show up to each other as Ladybug and Adrien  and they don’t love each other because they’ve decided to commit to somebody else (even if that somebody else is just them but in different clothes.) And if they do end up in a relationship but they also have feelings for their other identity wouldn’t that love be untrue, in a way? I mean, sure, they’re the same person, but they don’t know that the person they still have feelings for and the person they’re in a relationship with are one and the same. They’ve basically decided to commit to a relationship despite having feelings for other people (which, again, is just them but they don’t know that). Imagine what the implications of that would be if they weren’t one and the same.What if Cat Noir really wasn’t Cat Noir? Wouldn’t there be trouble brewing because of the fact that they’re in a relationship but they love someone else?

Also, we have to think of Ladybug and Marinette as one and Cat Noir and Adrien as one because that is how we get the full spectrum (for lack of better word) of their personality. If we ship them in Ladrien, MariChat, LadyNoir, and Adrinette, we’re ignoring the other aspects of their personality that make them, them. My whole point is that we shouldn’t ship Ladrien, MariChat, LadyNoir, and Adrinette exclusively; instead, we should ship them as them. Them as the whole persons that they are. We should ship the Marinette who is Ladybug with the Adrien who is Cat Noir.

Idk I’m not getting my point across clearly, but I hope someone understands.

Anyway. In order to let our 2 main characters fall in love with one another while also letting them see their whole individual personalities, we need them to reveal their identities to each other *before* committing to a serious relationship.  In order to do this, we need them to be friends first and foremost. We need the to have an established friendship before they reveal their secret identities. Then, and only then, can they start to fall in love. (also, sidenote, this is also part of the reason why I think Marinette should dial down on her crush on Adrien. That way, they have more time to develop their relationship with each other as friends and discover one another and build a good relationship without the strings of a romantic relationship. Chat’s crush on LB isn’t as bad because he still recognizes her faults as a person and he helps her. In short words, they’re a team, and they’re equals. Marinette’s crush, on the other hand, is like hero worship. But I digress. )

Additionally, we should also let them see the full spectrum of each other’s personalities, whether they are in hero-mode or just average-person mode. This isn’t that big of a problem when it comes to Marinette (and i’ll call her Marinette because she is, first and foremost, Marinette. She is Marinette before she is Ladybug. What I’m trying to say is that her being a hero shouldn’t  define her whole being or eclipse who she really is. She is Ladybug, yes, and being Ladybug is a huge part of her; but she is Marinette first: strong-willed, creative, a good leader, a person with a big heart, and so much more) because her personality as Marinette already mixes well with her Ladybug persona. Adrien, on the other hand, is different.

See, I think that one of the reasons why people continue to ship Ladrien, MariChat, LadyNoir, and Adrinette as if they were different people is because they can’t think of his secret identity and hero personality as one and the same. Hero-version acts differently from normal-version. This isn’t that big of a problem with Mari, as I said, because Marinette is still essentially herself even when she’s being Ladybug. Some of her characteristics are more prominent, it’s true, (e.g we see a lot more of her serious side because when she’s Mari we mostly see her a. stuttering over Adrien b. falling all over herself and being clumsy or c. being mad at either Chloe or Lila) but she is still herself. We have already seen Marinette exhibit some of her more “Ladybug” traits even when she’s not saving Paris.

But when it comes to Adrien, we don’t often see him acting like his Cat Noir self. For whatever reason (though I presume it is because he, as a model and as the son of a movie star and a famous fashion designer, has a reputation to uphold, and also because he might be cautious about what he can say or do because he has been sheltered his whole life and he doesn’t want to ruin his experiences in the “outside world” by doing something wrong) Adrien has rarely ever shown his pun-loving wild side show when he is in public as Adrien. Adrien is a lot more mature, careful, and polite than Cat Noir because his personality and his social standing won’t allow him to show that side of him. This might be the reason why his Cat Noir persona is so vastly different from his Adrien persona (hence why Mari immediately dismissed the idea of Cat Noir being Adrien in Lady Wifi). Because of this, not only do the characters in the show dismiss the idea of Adrien being Cat Noir; we, the audience, have a hard time reconciling these two personalities as well, even though we know on a surface level that Adrien and Cat Noir are one and the same. Sure, there are moments where Adrien acts like Cat Noir (e.g at the end of Evillustrator where Adrien asks Marinette what it was like hanging out with Cat Noir) or moments when Cat Noir acts more mature and less playful (e.g in Antibug where Cat Noir gives Ladybug advice and questions her wrong actions) but the majority of the time we see a playful Cat Noir and a calm and collected Adrien, with the two rarely ever mixing.

This, I think, is one of the main reasons why we continue to ship Ladrien, MariChat, LadyNoir, and Adrinette. Because Adrien-Adrien is so different from Cat Noir-Adrien, we have created different ships that will let us choose which side of him to ship with Marinette. Shipping Marinette with the gentle, polite, intelligent, and refined Adrien is way different from shipping Mari with the playful, joking, pun-loving Cat Noir. The different sides are so different that they’re almost the opposites of the other.

If we used Marinette as a basis (Mari and Adrien vs. LB and Adrien (Adrien being the constant) or Mari and CN vs. LB and CN (Cat Noir being the constant)) there wouldn’t be that big of a difference. Sure, different aspects of her personality will become more prominent, but we would still ultimately view her as one person. Ladybug is Marinette just as Marinette is Ladybug. It doesn’t go the same way with Adrien.

My point can be seen more easily if we used a reveal scenario: if it were revealed that Marinette has been Ladybug all along, people would be shocked, but they would connect the dots pretty easily. Marinette is creative, kind, has a good heart, and has a rich imagination which allows her to come up with solutions even with the most bizarre things. She has a strong sense of justice, and speaks up when there is something wrong. It makes sense. Why wouldn’t she be Ladybug?

If it were discovered that Adrien was Cat Noir, people would not only be shocked, they would also be confused and disbelieving. Adrien? The calm, collected, fragile, gentle, sensitive Adrien? The refined and polite Adrien? He’s Cat Noir? Isn’t he super courteous in real life? Isn’t a bit unrefined to make jokes, like those puns, especially coming from a guy who is super classy? It jUsT dOeSn’T mAkE seNsE!

So, to solve all this, I come upon my final point, the reason for this whole spiel: let Adrien act more like Cat Noir.

He doesn’t have to do it all the time. Just show us a few scenes of him exchanging puns with Nino.Let us see him act playful and cocky. Just show us more of Adrien letting his playful side out.

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Condolences to Thomas Astruc who only wanted to keep things a secret and make the new season a surprise for all of us 😔

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Wow

Season 2, Episode 4 Miraculous Ladybug

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So far, Plagg is my favorite to draw

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Ahh yes the new miraculous ladybug character, lukewarm coffee

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I just really wanted to draw a comic with these guys interacting. They all commonly or potentially like/liked Marinette so I feel like they’d have QUITE the friendship lolol

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Don’t mess with me, I have the power of god and anime on my side aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA