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Grian can't escape the permit office even in other games

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The full thing for anyone who wants it!

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I got it into my head that Fuzzie Fox's flute would become a recorder Because Kid and I couldn't let it go. Either way, me and @goatlilly agree, Paris is suffering.

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waiter !!! more outfits plz !!

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I feel like whenever an ad plays on spotify i'm the one holding them at gunpoint. They sound so strained and miserable up in there

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equal opportunity lovesquangst tonight. finally a sillydrien to rival sillynette

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On her wall, a poster of Adrien glimmers under the soft light of her string lights. A 2007 publication—House Gabriel, Apocrypha. Adrien is posed as Saint Sebastian, hands tied above his head like a sacrificial offering, his fate belied by that warm trademark smile he has in every advertisement of his. It’s… safe, even more so when relegated to two dimensions. Reassuring and kind, almost innocent, as if he doesn’t understand the way he’s been posed and is apologizing through silent expression for how it must look. How the way he’s been intentionally displayed must look. 

Marinette rests her cheek up against the plastic and paper, her warm skin flush against the printed image of Adrien’s bare stomach as if she can search for the heartbeat that isn’t there. Small hands scale up the margins of the poster, too slow and too indulgent to be mistaken as a gesture of her reaching up to symbolically untie him from his capture. For, if he was free, he would no longer be on her wall, would he? Marinette sighs, large blue eyes unable to bear the sight of anything but Apocrypha Adrien Agreste’s reassuring gaze for more than a few minutes. 

The sight of him tortures her. Adrien is a fleeting thing, a feather in the wind, unpredictably slipping out of her grasp with every attempt to catch him. And yet, his posters–his licensed stuffed animals, his perfumes, his advertisements and clothes and photos and auctioned love letters—are a comfort. With every piece of him, Marinette grows closer to the reassuring inevitability that she owns him. That she earned him.

It’s been on every billboard since 2003, next to every scene of him lounging with lidded eyes.

In stores now. He can be yours.

Marinette believes it more than she believes in anything else.

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Pebbix propaganda.

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extremely unfinished ragebait/shrimpbowl animation 💔

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"I know chatgpt is bad but you just don't really have any choice" you literally do. Don't use it. Have some moral backbone.

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Dandys world doodles

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based on true events in which everyone on our team died or left on floor 1 except for me (eggson) and this super chill glisten.

the kind and loving grandfather figure + super flamboyant yet never got enough validation and love combo goes crazy

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Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

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what are they so cutes for!!!!!

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