#thanks tamia :3

[goblin-sims]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going if you want!

god help me i’m so late for this. but here’s the trend for jasper!

yall have probably already done this but i tag @veone @nepotisim @sol-era 🖤💌

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're The Only Girl For Me - Chapter 8

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Christmas Day 2020 (continued)

Isaac Jones stared at the man he just caught groping his baby girl, his princess. That was not what he wanted to see when he opened his front door after being alerted that there was a presence by his security system. 

Airielle cleared her throat. She was suddenly having a flashback to her junior year in highschool.  “Dad this is Joshua, Josh this is my dad Issac.” Josh held his hand out to Isaac. 

“That was the hand that was groping my daughter's ass, correct?” Josh put his hand down and cringed. This was not going well. At all. 

“My bad about that. I wasn’t expecting anybody to open the door.” Josh said scratching the back of his neck as her dad just stared him down, a deep frown on his face. 

“Are you going to let us in?” Airielle questioned, breaking her dad out of his staring. Airielle rolled her eyes as her dad moved to the side and let her and Josh walk into the house. She grabbed Josh’s hand pulling him into the house with her. 

“Hey Mia, I found our daughter outside being groped up by some boy.” Airielle rolled her eyes again and walked into the living room where her family were seated. 

“You bought Jey Uso for christmas!?” Her 10-year old nephew Zay shouted, running over towards her. “This is the best present ever! Is Roman here too?” He asked, eyes wide as he ran into the foyer to see if anyone else was out there. 

Airielle and her family laughed at how excited he was. “No i’m sorry Zay, maybe Yas can get him here next year.” She said smirking at Yasmine who flipped her off in return. 

“Non, pa gen anyen nan sa” (no, none of that) Her grandmother scolded, pointing her finger at Yasmine. “Pa dwe grosye Airielle. Entwodwi nou nan ti zanmi ou..” (don’t be rude Airielle, introduce us to your friend.) She said smiling over at Airielle and Josh. 

“Mwen regrèt granmè, se Josh, zanmi mwen nan travay.” (I’m sorry granny,this is Josh, my friend from work) She said to her grandmother before saying it again in english for everyone else, obviously leaving the friend part out, she didn’t know what she and Josh were and she didn’t want to upset him by just calling him a friend. 

She met his family and now he was meeting hers, they’ve kissed but he never asked her to be his girlfriend nor did she ask him to be her boyfriend.  Maybe he thought she already was without him asking. She cleared her throat before introducing him to everyone in the room individually so that he could know their names. 

Now her family wasn’t as big as Josh’s but there were enough of them, with her dad and stepmom, her older brother, Isaiah, his wife Kelsi and their 3 kids. Her other older brother Josiah, his wife Nickole and their three kids. Her two uncles, Yasmine and her younger cousin Ashley, her younger brother Elijah, Yasmine’s sister Jasmine and her grandmother.

When they got to her stepmom Tamia, she stood up and pulled Joshua into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m happy you could make it.” Josh’s smile was wide and bright. He felt kind of relieved that Airielle had told her family about him. 

“Thank you for having me.” Tamia then turned towards Airielle. 

“Go get some food before your brothers eat it all.” Tamia said laughing when all of them shouted in protest. Airielle laughed too before grabbing Josh’s hand and walking towards the kitchen. 

“Do you want a to-go plate? I know you not hungry seeing as we just ate at your moms house. ” She asked and when she turned to Josh, he was already staring at her.“What?” 

“You speak a different language?” Airielle laughed

“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “It's Haitian, my grandma doesn’t speak english, so that’s how we communicate with her.”  

“Damn, that’s hot.” She rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her. 

“Boy if you don’t stop.” She rolled her eyes as she started to make him a plate. 

“I’m just saying. That shit is hot. What other secrets you got?” She smirked over at him. 

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked.

Spending time with Airielle’s family was going… okay. Her family was just like his to be honest, everyone was close and it was obvious that this was a family that saw each other everyday and not just on the holidays. Everyone had been extremely nice to Josh except Isaac, but that was completely understandable. But it was like no matter what he said her dad found a problem with it. Josh could tell that Airielle was getting annoyed and to be honest so was he, he didn’t do anything wrong…technically. 

They were all sitting in the living room, letting the kids open presents. Airielle had taught Josh some Haitian words so that he could communicate with her grandmother. Josh had also tried his hardest to engage Isaac in conversation but he would be met with silence. 

“Don’t worry about him.” Tamia whispered to Josh. “Rih is his baby girl. He’s like that with every guy she brings home.” That caused Josh’s eyes to widen in shock. How many dudes does she bring home? 

Seeing the look on his face Tamia quickly backtracks. “No, what I meant to say is that he’s protective of her.” 

“ I get it. But i’m trying.” Tamia smiled and placed a comforting hand on his knee. 

“Don’t worry, I'll talk to him.”

“Hey man, you know how to play spades?” Airielles older brother Josiah asked and Josh nodded. “Cool, come on, you  my partner.” Josh chuckled and gave Airielle a kiss on the cheek before getting up and followed Josiah over to the table where Airielle’s other brother Isaiah and Yasmine were already waiting. 

They played for a while, Josh getting to know Airielle’s brothers and some embarrassing stories about her that he would keep as ammunition for the stories his mom told her. 

“Hey man, don’t worry about my dad. He was never going to like you.” Josiah said after they had just finished playing. Josh arched an eyebrow at Josiah. “I mean how everything went down with Christopher, I'm surprised he even let you in the house.”  At the mention of Christopher’s name Yasmine’s head snapped over to the two of them. She shook her head trying to tell Josiah to stop talking. 

“Josiah, stop.” Yasmine said, kicking him under the table. 

“What?” He then turned to Josh “You don’t know?” 

“Know what?” Josh asked, confused. 

“Jo-” He cut her off by loudly talking over her. He heard  Yasmine mutter ‘fuck’ before quickly getting up  from the table to walk over to Airielle to tell her what her brother was doing. 

“She was engaged to this dickhead. I never like the nigga. ” Joshiah took a sip of his beer before continuing. “I always told Rih, it was something off about him, but she didn’t listen.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing. “One day he beat the shit outta my sister. Had her in a hospital for damn near 2 months. She had to get a nose job from how bad he hit her in the face.” Josh felt his heart drop to his stomach. He let his gaze wander over to where Airielle was talking and laughing with her step-mom and one of her sister-in-laws. He would never dream of hurting her, physically or emotionally. 

He watched as Yasmine walked over to her and whispered something in her ear that wiped the smile completely off her face. 

Airielle stared at Yasmine in shock. She looked over at Josh who was already looking at her and felt her eyes water. She never wanted anybody outside of her family to know about Christopher or what he did to her. 

“I tried to stop him, but he’s drunk. You know how Jojo is.” Yasmine explained, giving Airielle a sympathetic look. 

“Fuck” Airielle muttured before stabding up and walking towards Josh and Josiah.  “Imma steal him for a minute okay.” She said to Josiah who shrugged in response. Airielle sighed and pulled Josh away from everyone and towards the sunroom, locking the door behind her.  “Look I don’t-” 

“If you don’t want me to know. I’ll forget everything that Josiah said.” Josh said cutting her off. 

“What?” She asked, staring at him in shock. 

“By the look on your face. I can tell it’s something that you don’t want me to know about. If you wanna tell me i’ll listen but if you don’t want me to know i'll forget everything he said and I’ll never bring it up.” Airielle could do nothing but stare at Josh 

“What?” She asked again, making him smile. 

“How did you expect me to react?” Airielle shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. 

“I honestly don’t know. Nobody outside my family knows what happened, and I honestly wanted to keep it that way.” 

“Okay, then we’ll keep it that way. I won’t say anything or bring it up again.” He said pulling her into her arms and kissing the side of her head. 

Issac watched them hug with a curious look on his face. “Hey, wassup with them?” He asked Isaiah who was walking past. 

“Oh, Jojo opened his big ass mouth. Told Josh about Christopher. Kelsi heard them from the backyard and honestly, dad. He’s a good dude. You gotta give him a chance.” Isaiah patted his dad on the back before leaving him to his own thoughts. 

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "What does your person likes about you"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about what your person (present or future partner/spouse) likes about you the most, and possibly why. thanks Anon for the suggestion.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. you are in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

Your person loves your creativity, your more "childish" side, your happiness, your funny habits and positive look on the world. but also your refined taste, the elegance and the accuracy of your expression. You're magic to them, and they feel accomplished with you. They love to hear your opinions. You literally make them happy and are their dream come true. You always bring a lovely side to everything. I keep seeing someone smiling, with a very warm bright smile. So comforting. You often find a good side for everything that happens (it doesn't mean you're never sad ofc, I don't feel toxic positivity from you: you understand that staying in the darkness for too long isn't going to solve your life, so you better even try to try to accept it and find a better point of view to look at it). You make your partner feel rich. They also love your ability to try any new endeavour or learn new things with no fear of not being good or succeeding (even if you almost certainly will). You inspire them to not give up.

extra note: tulips mean deep perfect love.

songs: officially missing you | tamia; when we were young | adele

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You're someone optimistic and fun, but you probably don't like being under the spotlight too much. You try to hide sometimes. Your person appreciate this type of humility/shyness you have inside of you. They find it endearing. You're pure and graceful, but also confident and patient. You know your worth, still you don't make yourself too important for it. You treat everyone as your equals. Your person loves the strenght you exude and possess, even if physically you may be a little more on the smaller side. You're nurturing and caring also with your words. You're calm, and have a calming effect on them as well. They feel well cared when with you. You know how to read their mind and give them what they need, even alone time. They'd probably like you to be a little more vocal when it comes to your needs cause they want you to feel good, still they do really love the character you have.

extra note: orange roses mean gratitude but also passion and desire, white roses are about purity and also wedding

songs: u know what's up | donell jones, lisa "left eye" lopes; love me harder | ariana grande, the weeknd

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You bright up your person's mood, also by being balanced in your displays of affection: you're quiet but also passionate, you're energetic but know when to chill a bit more. You're adaptable, and your person appreciate that. I think either you or this person (maybe both of you) may have been through overwhelming situations, and knowing you/they can understand and maybe compromise is of huge support. You avoid excesses, you're grounded and your person totally adores you for that. You make them see the world in a positive way, you make them hopeful and stronger. They appreciate your care and the security that comes from you and your words. You don't let world bring you down, you keep working towards your goals and this makes you abundant and succesful (even if you don't realize it). You're inspiring.

extra note: sunflower mean loyalty and adoration

songs: american girl | tom petty and the heartbreakers; stay | gracie abrams

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You're layered, you have depth to you. You're often a mystery that many wants to solve. Your person finds you attractive but also very innocent. There's duality when it comes to you. You look simple, easily readable, but also hide a thousand of different worlds inside of you. They like that you don't let others take advantage of you, that you can see through people judging you and that you can still afford that and don't let it get to you. You're balanced. But ofc, you have a sharp mind and ability with words, and you can use them to cut whoever wants to hurt you, if you want to. You have this innocent look but you can transform into a lion/ess. Especially if you need to protect people you love. You're a giver, but you also know when to stop. You don't let others' behaviour faze you. You know what to do, you've learnt that in your life. You can read others well. Many might try to make you theirs because of this, they want to possess you/tame you (not your person, but they may be jealous).

extra note: tulips mean deep perfect love; multi petals suggest the presence of double flowers or hidden parts/more attractiveness

songs: give me love | ed sheeran; wicked games | the weeknd

[arturleclerc]

tagged by @hansoloooo thank you 💗

shuffle your favorite playlist & post the first 5 songs.

Something In Common - Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston

2. I Like The Way - Hi-Five

3. I'm Ready - Tevin Campbell

4. Slow Jam - Usher ft. Monica

5. Into You - Fabolous ft. Tamia

tagging: anyone who wants to do it. I'm really lazy rn 😭

[nyukyusnz]

✨️When you get this ask you have to put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

ooooooooh thank you dahlia !!

1] show love - kiana ledé

2] can't raise a man - k. michelle

3] bad at love - halsey

4] every kind of way - h.e.r

5] so into you - tamia

i wanted to put ditto by newjeans in here but i didn't know 😭😭

[aceouttatime]

5, 10, and 20 for Sylvan please :3

Good evening, smallcomfycat. I believe I've already answered a couple of your questions, but I suppose it can't hurt to indulge you just once more. That is unless these happen to be more on the personal side, in which case, it may--my poor mind can take no more punishment.

Give me a moment to read through that damned list...

Upon further review, I don't have any particular qualms with any of these besides number ten, but I sign up for this hell, so I can't necessarily deny you an answer. Though, I do have a question for you--what could have possibly caused you to want to know my nightly habits? Is the manner in which I brush my teeth just absolutely riveting to you?

I should have been more adamant with my work partner, Tamia, about wanting nothing to do with this little interview game. Alas, I was bribed.

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

Role models? I see. Well, a select few professors from back when I attended college stuck out to me. I have a couple now, as well--my direct superior, Col. Strasse, has excellent management skills and was the driving factor in my promotion to the...challenging disappearance case I'm working on at the moment. Not many as young as I can boast the credentials I have already. It really was in her best interest to pull me from the masses; thank god she recognized my potential.

My grandfather on my father's side was a noteworthy individual in his prime as well. Theodore Okeanoú was the son of a lower-class immigrant couple, and, despite the unforgiving events of his childhood, he found success through hard work and endurance. He attended the same undergraduate school I did and went on to do investigatory work for the FBI.

I wish I'd gotten to meet him.

10. What’s your biggest goal? How do you hope to achieve this?

My biggest goal is to take Strasse's job. Hah, I'm only kidding. Mostly.

In my opinion, the 'biggest goal' is a broad question. In life? In my career? Morally? Physically? Specify next time, would you? I'll just go with life, as it's probably what you're getting at, considering most of these questions are posed to destroy my ego.

I want to find contentment. I often wonder if living my life for my career is something worthwhile, but I continue to circle back to doing so anyhow. I don't have a family to provide for nor a partner (not that either of those are a necessity). The only hobbies outside of work I regularly attend to are reading, gardening, and caring for my cat, Archie. I don't need a gaggle of friends, but an emptiness still plagues me somehow.

I'd like to know what it is I'm missing and if there is more to life than the mundanity of my day-to-day. I want a reprieve from the turmoil fogging my mind. Maybe progressing in the Gaelis case will bring me lasting comfort. Maybe not. But what is my life if not a series of trials?

20. Describe your nighttime routine.

After I return from work--if I do, that is--I make the last few calls and send the last few emails I need to before I can put it all aside. Then I take a few moments to give Archie his much-needed attention. He's such a pampered little fellow, but he's the most intelligent cat I've ever met.

Once I came home to him sitting on the windowsill with nothing separating him from the outside but the flimsy screen. How he opens the glass bit without opposable thumbs will forever remain a mystery to me, but every now and again, I find him in that same spot. And when he's not there, sometimes I'll find a few bits of coppery fur marking his spot.

Orange cats. There's something about them that just exudes oddity.

I take great care of my appearance and cleanliness, so I shower or bathe, if time allows, as soon as possible. My hair has been long for years, and I've developed a precise routine of applying certain products to keep it healthy. I've gotten quick about it over the years.

After that, I fix dinner for Arch and me. Sometimes Tamia stops over, but most nights, it's just the two of us and a bottle of red wine. I'm no cook, but I can make a decent veggie stir-fry. My little sister was more artful in that department.

Then I settle down with a book on the balcony if the weather's nice. It's a high-rise, my apartment, and the view on clear days is stunning. The sunset almost masks the commotion of this terrible city.

I don't end up falling asleep until late in the night, most nights. My thoughts keep me up.

That's about all I can say about my evenings.

Thank you, I suppose, for the host of asks. Sleep well.

Lt. Sylvan Okeanoú

[gimyung]

Hiii!!! 15 and 30 for the ask game!!

-> [ ask game ♬ ]

15 : a song that is a cover by another artist

✦ so into you by childish gambino, originally by tamia

— damn i really just love this song, originally, the remix with the rap one, soundcloud flips, etc., and this cover from childish gambino is smth i hold close to my heart. he took the original song and made it so chill, and if anyone feels this typa way bout me im really gon fold. 🥹

30 : a song that reminds you of yourself

✦ homebody by marcos g

— oh it's talking bout me... liiiike ive always been an indoor cat, and probs the typa person to cancel plans or just like dislike going out too much? pandemic didnt hit me hard the same way it did others cus i actually like bein at home 😭 it's such a soothing song and it's a cute reminder that some ppl are okay with you being that typa person. idk idk pls listen to it!

that's all for this ask! thank you for dropping by, gin! <3

[snozart]

welcome to my art blog!

My name is Tamia and I'm an artist (allegedly) who mainly draws my OCs, but I am known to draw fanart and adoptables from time to time. Check out my Toyhou.se if you would like to see more about my OCs, or take a look at my Carrd if you're interested in commissions.

My art, with the exception of adoptables and art of my OCs, is free to use for personal use without the need for credit. Personal use is things like profile pictures, edits, roleplay, desktop and mobile backgrounds, anything like that which does not generate revenue. I do not permit my art to be reposted. If you would like to arrange something that would involve compensation though, please contact me.

Thank you for reading! Please enjoy my art~! <3

[totaldramamovies]

Total Drama Movies- Episode 2- Quest to Slay a Dragon

*7 AM, Boris’ alarm rings, but he is already up*

Boris: Ughh….

Andres: No sleep?

Boris: Yeah, this mattress is crap.

*He walks outside, and others slowly walk out over the course of an hour*

Fangxiu: CHARLOTTE, ARE YOU READY TO EAT THE COMPETITION AWAY? 😍

Charlotte: Darling, please stop shouting and we will talk.

Jamil: So! William! What do you think the challenge will be?

William: Uh.. I don’t know. Something movie related I guess.

Jamil: They’re all movie related…

William: Not the last one.

Jamil: Eh, whatever.

Kenny: So… Dominique, babygirl.. 😏😏😏 What genre do you think the challenge will be? Maybe something.. Romantic..? 😏😍

Dominique: I hope not.

Pietro: Yo bro, you think you can beat me next competition?

Roman: Yeah bro! I’m ready to beat you at anything!

Dennis: You do realize you’re on the same team… right?

Chris: CAMPERS! ASSEMBLE! The movie theme this episode is… FANTASY! The challenge is to slaughter a dragon! Mechanical dragon of course, still strong though! The last team to take down their dragon will lose! Don’t worry, you’ll get weapons!

Maxim: WHAT?! A dragon!?

Rajiv: Gosh, that seems so.. so…. Eh, too lazy to think of a word.

*Teams are all put in separate large rooms, and a dragon is in all of them. The dragon shoots random objects through a cannon through the mouth.

*FEARLESS WARRIORS*

Taniyah: *Sees dragon* OH SHII-

*Dragon roars*

Fredrick: NO ONE TOPS THE SIGMA 🍷🗿

*Dragon shoots ball at him*

Fredrick: AHHH! 

Francesca: How are we going to defeat it!?

Leopold: Im pretty sleek, if there was some kind of propulsion to boost me up to the dragon, I could easily get to the heart to stab it!

Cece: LETS THROW HIM!

Fangxiu: YASS 🥰🥰

Leopold: No, no, no NOO!

*All of them grab Leopold, and on the count of 3, they throw him*

Leopold: AAAAAAGHHH!!

*He grabs onto dragon, and climbs to the back with a sword in hand*

Taniyah: Damn, he’s actually doing it!

Francesca: Why he kinda…

Taniyah: Girl no.

*Leopold stabs the dragon and it comes crashing down*

Leopold: AHHHHH!!!

*Leopold groans after falling on top of the dragon*

Francesca: Oh my god! Are you okay?!

Leopold: Yeah! We win!

Chris: AND THE FEARLESS WARRIORS ARE SAFE!

*4TH THING*

Eddy: What do we do!!?

Wyatt: I’ve got a lot of practice in aim from being an MLG PRO GAMER 😈😈 Just give me a knife and I’ll epicly throw it into the dragon!

Sigita: *Throws knife* Why do I feel like this won’t work.

*Wyatt throws knife right into heart, killing it*

Sigita: Wow, it worked! Nice job!

Wyatt: Th-thanks 😳😳 *To himself* Oh my god, a real girl!!😱😱

Eddy: *Looks at Wyatt and Sigita with a mad stare* Erm.. Sigita! Did you know that there are microscopic worms on everyone’s eyebrows? Even your’s! 🤓

Sigita: R-really..? That’s.. disgusting!! I needa vomit now..

Dominique: That was rough, Eddy..

Rajiv: Yeah man, Lmao..

Chris: AND 4TH THING IS SAFE!

*FEROCIOUS MONSTERS*

Bailey: I actually was a dragon a few years ago! I’m only in human form for a few more years! I could communicate with him in dragonese!

Grace: Really? That’s so unique and not like the other girls! 🥰

Eliza: What?! That’s obviously fake!

Grace: Now, now! Bailey isn’t known for lying and isn’t a joke character for lying!

Ines: YES SHE IS! What do you mean??!

Bailey: Grace and I are stealing all the weapons!

Grace: YEAH!

Maxim: Oh no, what do we do?!

Jamil: Relax, dude, there’s 5 of us and 2 of them. If we are up for elimination, we’ll just vote out one of them.

Ines: Guess you’re right. Sucks we can’t show our strength though.

William: Oh well.

*MIGHTY WIZARDS*

Andres: DUDEE! I wanted an easier first challenge bro..

Boris: It’s okay. I’m pretty strong, and I practice archery. I could take this dragon down easily. I just need to-

*Cannonball hits Boris, he falls and goes unconscious*

Roman: NOO! THIRD BRO!! 

Pietro: It’s okay dude, we got ourselves! We’re pretty strong just like him!

Tamia: Yeah, but cam you aim?

Pietro & Roman: What’s an aim?

Tamia: And we lose… Pathetic…

Dennis: Come on Tamia, let’s just go…

Pauline: Wait you guys! I think I might be able to aim! 

Tamia: Really? What makes you think that?

Pauline: I once played a demo version of some game with a bow & arrow!

Dennis: That.. doesn’t sound very promising..

*FEROCIOUS MONSTERS*

Bailey: Hey dragon! I’m actually-

*Dragon shoots a fireball at Bailey, but she holds up the bin of weaponry in front of her, so she is protected. The fireball burns all the weapons*

Grace: NAURR 😔😔😔

*MIGHTY WIZARDS*

Pauline: 

*Pauline gets a bow and arrow and shoots*

Chris: And the last one safe is…

MIGHTY WIZARDS! I’ll see you ferocious monsters on the stage TONIGHT!

Mighty Wizards: YAY PAULINE!

Ines: Well, I just wonder who will get out..

(Elimination Ceremony. The seven up for elimination are:

Bailey, the Compulsive Liar,

Eliza, the Theatre Kid,

Grace, the Preppy,

Ines, the Tough One,

Jamil, the Army Cadet,

Maxim, the Bookworm and

William, the Boring Guy)

Chris: Okay, the votes from you seven have been submitted! If you’re safe, I’ll call your name and give you will get a famous “Golden Chris Award”! The first one safe is..

INES!

Ines: Yes!

MAXIM!

Maxim: Alright!

ELIZA!

Eliza: Phew!

and… JAMIL!

Jamil: Nice!

Chris: Well, we came to a three-way tie between liar, boring, and preppy. Each of you had 2 votes casted against you!

Jamil: WHAT? why? I thought we were all going to vote Bailey!

Ines: Yeah!

Eliza: Wait really? Maxim and I voted Grace!

Maxim: That still doesn’t add up.. Wait. William.. Didn’t we ask you to vote Grace?!

Ines: William! We asked you to vote Bailey!

William: Well, I actually voted Jamil. He said “Whatever” to me and that ticked me off.

Jamil: REALLY?!

Bailey: Lolzies. This team is pathetic. Also I’m the first person to eat arsenic and survive!

Chris: The tiebreaker is… Who can lie the most?

Bailey: I-

Chris: Bailey is safe!

Grace: Im so preppy! 😚

Chris: And Grace is safe! Sorry William, you gotta go!

William: Oh well.

*Silence*

Will Smith Robot: KEEEEEP. MY WIIIIFE’S. NAAAME. OUUUTCHA. FREEEAKING. MOUUTH!!!

*William screams while being slapped*

Chris: Wow, what an emotionless exit. Welp, there’s 26 left! I wonder who will leave next… Theres only one way to find out, and that is to check back in a few days for the next.. TOTAL! DRAMA! MOVIES!

*Later*

Francesca: *Knocks on door to boys’ side of her cabin*

Fredrick: *Opens door* What do you want?

Francesca: Is Leopold here?

Fredrick: Yes. 🍷🗿 He’s hurdled up in the corner.

Leopold: *Rocking back and forth* This man has been insufferable… Oh, hey Francesca! 

Francesca: Leopold!!

Leopold: Oh, you can just call me Leo!

Francesca: Alright! Well, Leo, you wanna hang out after tomorrow’s challenge? Maybe… a date?

Leopold: Ohmygodohmygodohmygod… Yes!! See you then!

Francesca: Really? Eee, I can’t wait! See you then!

*the two hug*

Fredrick: Can you leave?- 🗿

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and that was the second episode! It was short since I had to get it out in a day lmao. I appreciate like the single heart I got, it's not much, but hey, its the first episode. I'll start viewer voting around the 5th episode at this rate, but if I get more support, I can even start viewer voting next episode! Anyway, see you in a few days!

[ladiesladiesladies-inactive]

so into you - tamia / deancas 

[fefairys]

Do any of your ocs know how to bake good

oh man good question 🤔🤔 i mean dana has pancakes for breakfast every day but idk if she like *bakes* aside from that…

i think lily loves to bake even though she’s not very good at it hehe she’d be a fantastic nailed it contestant omg

oh dude. chippy… he’s an excellent chef and that def transfers over to baking oh my god he makes little treats for his quadrantmates all the time :’)

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Top 10 ships involving poc in 10 different fandoms edition:

Thanks so much for tagging me @welldressedllama ! I’m really excited about this one. Loving a tag game focused on giving attention and appreciation to ships with POC.

1) Scott McCall x Kira Yukimura and Scott McCall x Isaac Lahey - “Teen Wolf”

Listen, I know two is cheating, but I really can’t choose between them. It’s a recurring dilemma. Only Scira gets a gif, though (thanks a lot tumblr image limit).

2) Willie x Alex - “Julie and the Phantoms”

3) Isabelle Lightwood x Clary Fray - “Shadowhunters”

This was difficult because Clizzy, Saia, and Malec are all right there and they’re all phenomenal.

4) Stef Adams Foster x Lena Adams Foster - “The Fosters”

5) Malika Williams x Isaac Hall - “Good Trouble”

6) Tamia (Coop) Cooper x Patience - “All American”

7) Bonnie Bennett x Lorenzo (Enzo) St. John - “The Vampire Diaries”

8) Milton Greasley (MG) x Kym Hawkins - “Legacies”

9) Macy Vaughn x Harry Greenwood - “Charmed”

10) Rome Howard x Regina (Gina) Howard - “A Million Little Things”

I’m tagging: @aconfusedidentity @momentofmemory @capricornsicle and @celestialyukimura to participate if you’d like! Anyone else who sees this and wants to, consider this me tagging you (and please tag me so I can see yours)!

[goldentsum]

— white-smoked visions with tamaki ♡

to: @kenmaki​

from: the mischievous stars

— your relationship with him:

ahh you two are such a cute couple :(( people are just like: “awwww!” whenever they see you two because you two get shy and it’s super endearing! 

tamaki always had a crush on you and he mustered all of his courage to ask you out, thankfully you agreed! cus if not, he’ll probably never show his face to the world again and just drop some place else

anyway! he’s super happy and thankful that you actually like him back :(( he’s just gets so insecure and he fears that he won’t be enough and you might get bored of him so he tries to better himself :( pls stop him and tell him that you love him just the way he is and he doesn’t need to change :(

tamaki believes that you deserve the world and if you ask for it, he will serve it in a golden plate, not a silver plate because you deserve the BEST and only the BEST. 

he also has a very sensitive nose and he gets shy when he tries to take a sniff of your scent because he never really did that before, usually repulsed of people’s scent BUT YOU JUST SMELL SO NICE :(( you smell so calming and it makes him at ease.. he will bury his face in your neck, taking in your scent and the warmth of your body whenever he gets an anxiety attack. please pleaseeeee run your fingers through his hair :( he can’t really ask you because he gets too shy and embarrassed so he hopes that you take initiative..

when you smelled like lavender one time he short-circuited cus omg you smell so good and wow,, it was life-changing ADFGHGFDS he likes coming to your dormroom back at highschool because of the scent of lavender and of course, you. 

you two like over-sized sweaters that practically hides your figure with how big it is and when you two look each other, you two get heart-attacks KSKSKS because of how cute the other look! just a shy couple filled with too much feels, nothing to see here folks-

tamaki is a foodie and when you introduce him to filipino cuisine, he’s so intrigued! he loves seafood especially and his mouth waters whenever he thinks of it! he also finds it so freaking endearing that you like pandesal like it’s so plain to him but you like it that much? kinda like him? is that why you like him too? but whatever it is, it makes his heart full and soft :((

play him a song in the ukelele and he might cry with how pretty it sounds and how beautiful you look like playing it :(( 

— pictures:

— songs that describe your relationship with him:

earth angel (will you be mine) – the penguins

spend my life with you - eric benet ft. tamia

— ending card from hoonie:

you two are so soft hmp-! hehe! thank youuu! and ofcourse i dont mind joining, thank you for joining my little event HAHAHA <3 you two are so freaking cute, i think i just got diabetes from this shit :(( SANA OL NA LNG TALAGA MASASABI KO KSKSKKSS HAHAHAH mahal ka ni tamaki <3 

[collectmytears]

I was tagged by @xxntroverted & @lankyocon to put my Spotify on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that come on! Thank you, loves!! ❤❤❤❤

1. Forever Like That - Ben Rector

2. Into You - Tamia Ft Fabolous

3. Someday - Nickelback

4. EMPTY - Chase Atlantic 

5. Bad Intentions - Niykee Heaton Ft Migos

6. In My Bed - Rotimi Ft Wale

7. r - Cali - A$AP Rocky 

8. December - Neck Deep 

9. Save That Shit - Lil Peep 

10. Every Little Step - Bobby Brown

I’ll tag: @eight-hearts @ultravioletsunshine @teamquadrant @jokimmi @quinnsblog @anniee @lxndonorris @emotionalsupportmaxiel and anyone that wants to do this 

Feel free to ignore!❤

[bouwrites]

Even Heroes Have the Right to Dream: Chapter 17

Despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came.

First, Previous. Ao3.

And we come to the final chapter. Thank you all so much for reading! It was a delight to be able to share this story with you. Be well, and stay safe <3

Story under read-more.

“Honestly, I’m just relieved that you and Jon actually realized you’re in love with each other. I’ve been hanging out with Tamias recently and, God.”

Marinette rolls her eyes at her friend. “It wasn’t like that. It’s not like I was secretly pining since I met him. Or, not-so-secretly.” She snorts good-naturedly, thinking of the boys.

Louise loudly guffaws. “Marinette, you two were so transparent from the moment we met you. There’s no way you weren’t already in love with him then.”

“I wasn’t! I loved him, yeah, but not like that.” Marinette pouts a little. “Just because I fell in love with him later doesn’t mean we were always in love. We really were just friends. Our pining lasted like, two days.”

Kasey smirks mischievously. “I don’t know why you’re trying so hard to defend it when you’re literally dating him now, but go off, I guess. You were married from the moment you moved in together. I bet.”

“We’re good roommates.” Marinette rolls her eyes. “And we had our share of problems. And I wasn’t in love back then. When we met, I was still dating Adrien, you know, and it took a long time to get over him. No, I fell in love with Jon when he brought me out into a starlit field on Thanksgiving and made me a heartfelt speech about how much I mean to him. I mean, I’m not made of stone! Who wouldn’t fall in love when he does that?”

Kasey groans loudly. “That’s so freaking cute, oh my god. I hate that I know that Jon is exactly the kind of person who would do that.”

Louise giggles even more, covering her mouth with her hand. “I hate that he totally did that without even thinking about it being romantic. I bet he fell in love with you at the same time, didn’t he?”

Marinette is loath to admit it, but… “Yes. That’s exactly how it happened.”

The other girls cackle at the thought and, wiping a tear from her eye, Kasey says, “Now, if only David and Tamias could have a starlit romp through a field.”

“Heavens no.” Marinette says immediately. “David and fields? We don’t want to start wildfires.”

“What is with him and fire, anyway?” Louise asks. “He’s not even a pyrotechnic; things just happen.”

“We don’t question it.” Marinette answers. “We just try to minimize the damage.”

“Probably smart.” Kasey says. “He’s got an internship this semester, right? I hope everything catching fire around him doesn’t affect that too bad.”

“Seems to be going alright so far, though Jon would know better than me.” Marinette hums. She sits back, thinking about David’s internship and the seemingly unanimous worry about what comes after college. It’s the last semester for most of them. That thought is still surreal to Marinette. It feels like just yesterday she packed her bags for her very first trip to American soil. “Can you guys believe we’re going to graduate?”

Both girls groan loudly. “It’s so exciting!” Kasey says, though her voice is less enthused than her words. “But also, I’m terrified.”

Louise nods sagely. “I feel like I haven’t learned nearly enough to have a degree!”

Marinette giggles. “Are you going for a Master’s, then?”

Louise nods. “If I can afford it. I’m still budgeting, but my job right now is pretty good, so it should be fine. What about you?”

“Maybe.” Marinette says. “Honestly, I haven’t given much thought to what happens after graduation. I’ll have to talk to Jon about what his plans are, but… yeah, I’ll probably work on my Master’s. Depending on what we decide, I might do that somewhere else, though. I don’t know if Jon wants to go back to Metropolis, or what.”

Kasey coos. “You’d follow him to Metropolis?”

Marinette shrugs. “Why not? Metropolis may not be Paris or New York, but they’ve still got a flourishing fashion scene. It’s not like I’m just following my boyfriend – I can see a future in my career there, too, so right now, since I don’t have it all figured out yet, it’ll work just as well as staying here. Or even going back to Paris. I’m not sacrificing anything doing that, and frankly I think it’d be cool to live in Metropolis, even if it’s just for a while. You know?”

“I totally understand.” Kasey nods eagerly.

Louise giggles. ‘Plus, if Jon is planning on a writing job, he’ll have a much harder time in Paris trying to do that in French.”

“His French is actually pretty good!” Marinette says in his defense. “I’ve been practicing with him, and he’s been at it for more than a year now, so he’s not that bad. You’re right, though. He hasn’t had a firm idea for what kind of job he wants, not that he’s told me, anyway, so if he’s planning on just joining the reporting scene like his parents, even just as a temporary job, it’ll be much more difficult for him in Paris. At least, more difficult than designing will be for me in America.” Marinette hums, holding a hand to her chin. “Something else to consider, I guess.”

“Sounds like you and he need to talk about it.” Kasey says. “You’re running out of time, fast.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Marinette signs. “What about you, though? Any plans for a graduate degree?”

Kasey flushes a little and shakes her head. “N-no. I’m still just worried about finding a job.”

Louise pats her back gently. “Easily the worst part.” She says. “The job search sucks. But you’ll get through it!”

Marinette groans in agreement. I need to remember to thank Uncle Jagged again. She thinks. Even with her name tied to his giving her massive opportunity within the industry, looking for jobs still sucks. She’s so fortunate to have consistent (celebrity, no less) clients, so she’s sitting pretty well working on commission. But she does want a more stable income just for future-proofing. She even has the luxury of, what she’s thinking of doing, trying to start her own label right out of the gate instead of working for a brand first.

It probably would have been smarter to keep her identity secret until she set that all up and use Jagged’s announcement to prop up her new label, but… that’s hindsight, Marinette supposes. Jagged Stone is still big enough that she’ll turn heads when she does announce it regardless.

Either way, she’s keeping her options open for now. But she’s so lucky. The only reason she’s even looking for jobs is the option and experience – she doesn’t need it. Marinette tries her best to appreciate that.

She definitely needs to talk with Jon, though. Which she will do, if tests don’t murder her first.

To be fair, midterms aren’t all bad. Marinette has a good groove going – she nails it down during their third year so this is just slight alterations here and there to adjust for this semester’s schedule. Still, she can see that diploma and she sure as hell is not going to slack off and let herself lose it now.

Plus, they have a whole semester. Yes, they need to plan and prepare, but it’s not that urgent just yet. Despite how graduation seems to loom over them, it’s still months away. It makes it a little too easy to put the talk out of her mind and focus only on the more immediately approaching tests.

That said, Marinette knows it’s irresponsible to keep putting it off. Marinette is reminded of it regularly when Tikki brings it up during their chats. Wayzz reminds her often, too, but if Tikki, who only gets out of the Miracle Box much more sparingly these days, uses her valuable time with Marinette to worry over it, it must be worse than Marinette thinks.

Then again, it is Tikki, so maybe not. Tikki’s a chronic worrier, after all.

But Marinette ends up surprised when it’s Jon that brings the subject up. They’re on their sofa, playing a video game together, when Jon says suddenly, “I keep meaning to ask, what’re you planning to do after graduation?” Marinette blinks up at him for a moment, because despite the question being on her mind, it’s still unexpected now. “I mean,” Jon chuckles awkwardly, “I know you’re already making a living off designing, so maybe nothing much will change there? But, uh… are you going to move back to Paris?”

Marinette smiles gently. “I was actually meaning to ask you that.” She sighs. “Someday after graduation I’m going to start a label. I need to get people and get all the prep work done for that, and I’m probably not going to work too hard on starting that until graduation, so that’s a while off, and I was thinking of working on a Master’s degree, but… as for where, I was going to ask you. I can make my label anywhere, and I can live off commission until I get that sorted, but since I don’t know what kind of job you’re looking for, I was thinking you’d probably decide where we go.”

Jon flushes red. “You were? I- oh. I thought since you had everything all figured out already, I’d just go where you do and find a job there.”

Marinette flushes as well at him saying so directly that he plans to follow her wherever she decides to go. It’s something they both already understand, of course, but they rarely voice that particular thought. Have we ever said that aloud? That they’ll move to an entirely new city just to be with the other? When Marinette thinks too hard about it, it seems more grand a gesture than it feels. Really, it’s more like… Jon’s home, so if he’s in Metropolis, that’s home, too. It’s not a big deal. Yet, when he says the same thing, it feels so major. “Oh.” She says. “Well, what kind of job were you thinking of?”

Jon shrugs. “I don’t know, honestly. I mean, dream job, you know what would be really cool?” Jon perks up cutely and grins at the thought. “Working in a museum. It’d be so cool just to be surrounded by all the artifacts all the time. Do research, and educate people… I don’t know. I haven’t thought too much about it, but that sounds neat, doesn’t it?”

“You’re volunteering at a museum, aren’t you?” Marinette asks.

Jon grins. “Yeah, for class. That’s what made me think of it! It’s actually a lot of fun. Though, in the meantime, I do still like writing. It’ll probably be easier for me to get a job at a newspaper or something because of my parents. That’s an option, too.”

Marinette hums. “Well, if you’re going to write, you probably don’t want to do that in French.”

Jon grimaces. “I didn’t even think about that.”

Marinette just giggles. “So that’s a reason to stay in America, I guess.”

“If you want to go home, you shouldn’t let me stop you. I can figure something out.” Jon says earnestly. “I’m fine living in Paris, I promise. My French isn’t that bad anymore, right?”

Marinette shakes her head fondly. “Of course not. You’re fluent enough to work there if you have to, and you’ll only get better if you do, but do you have a preference?” She asks. “Do you want to go back to Metropolis, or to Paris, or somewhere else?”

Jon makes a face and shrugs. “Honestly? Not really. So long as I’m with you, I’ll be fine.”

“I didn’t ask if you’d be fine.” Marinette rolls her eyes. “I know you’ll be fine. I asked if you have a preference.”

Jon blushes again and shakes his head. “No, I don’t.” He says firmly. “I promise. I can see myself living… well, maybe not anywhere, but any of our three cities.” He leans in close to her touching her nose with his as he grins at her. “Or on a farm.”

Marinette kisses him quickly before pushing him away, laughing at his stunned expression. Apparently, whatever he expected from teasing her with that farm comment wasn’t that. “As beautiful as the farm is, I think I would prefer living in a city, if it’s all the same to you.”

Jon just shrugs, smiling goofily all the while. “Works for me. Maybe we can save the farm for retirement.”

There’s a thought. Since she was little, Marinette imagined so many different futures for herself. From childhood to old age. But she can truly, honestly say that not one of those daydreams involves spending her old age with her goofball husband in the American countryside. Then again, none of them involve living anywhere but Paris; she always assumed that she’ll spend her whole life there.

But thinking about it, there is an idyllic appeal to the thought. Ha, maybe. She shakes her head. More than the thought of some pastoral life on a farm, it’s the thought of Jon planning to retire together with her that brings heat to Marinette’s cheeks.

She has a more immediate future to think about, though. “What do you think about staying in New York?” She asks. “We’ve both got friends here, even considering the ones that are probably going to move away after graduation. Maybe it’s the safe option, but I’ve already dropped my life to move to a new city once already.”

Jon snickers playfully. “You mean you got it all out of your system? No desire at all to move to China next?”

“Don’t tempt me.” Marinette giggles.

“New York sounds great, though.” Jon says, more seriously. “I like it here.”

“Me too. And it doesn’t have to be permanent. If we decide we want to move somewhere else later down the line, we can always still do that. But at least we know what we’ll do right out of university.”

Jon chuckles to himself. “Just know that I’m working on Kryptonian after I get comfortable with French. If you drag us to China, you’re going to be the one doing the talking.”

Marinette smacks his arm. “I’m not going to drag you to China.” She says. “…For more than a visit, anyway. I do have family there, you know. But I want in on Kryptonian lessons. That sounds like a lot of fun. You going to have your Aunt Kara teach you?”

“That’s the plan.” Jon says “There’s some old educational stuff in the Fortress of Solitude that we’re going to use as reference, but she’ll be in charge since she already knows it. I’ll tell her you’ll be joining us when we do start that. It’ll be nice to have you to talk with, too, like we do with French. Otherwise, I’ll pretty much never use it.”

“I can’t wait.” Marinette smiles at him. “That should be exciting.”

“Definitely.”

The conversation lulls, and Marinette is happy. They finally have that conversation about where they’re going after graduation, so that’s a weight off her shoulders, and she’s happy regardless just to lean into Jon’s side and play video games quietly with him.

“Is it weird,” Jon says suddenly, after a while, “that I think of New York as home? At least as much as the farm or Metropolis. Maybe more.”

Marinette shrugs. “This is our fourth year here. Probably not. It’s home for me, too, either way.”

Jon hums, a deep vibration in his chest that Marinette can feel from where she lays against him. “I’m glad we’re staying. I didn’t even realize until now, and maybe it’s silly, but… New York feels like our place. If that makes any sort of sense. Paris and Metropolis are Ladybug and Superboy’s places, but New York is Marinette and Jon.” He hums a little more and nuzzles into Marinette’s hair. “I like Marinette and Jon.”

Marinette chuckles, feeling her cheeks flush even as she adjusts to press even closer to him. “I think I get what you mean. New York is where our new life is. Sort of like we left our hero lives behind in our old cities. If we went back, it’d be a new life in an old home. Wouldn’t be bad, and we could make our home there if we want to, but…”

“But it’s not the same.” Jon agrees. “We’re already home. We don’t need to move.”

“Yeah. I feel the same way.” She looks up at him. “I love you, Jon.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses her tenderly, with that soft, gentle crescent of a smile that says so much more in so much less than his brightest, most beaming of smiles.

“Jon.” Marinette says suddenly, jumping up from her seat. “Jon, oh my god.”

Jon perks up, shifting quickly into alert mode from the tone of her voice. “What? What is it?”

Marinette takes another moment to consider the thought that occurs to her, to verify it, and grabs his shirt. “Nothing. Nothing is happening. No big revelation, no genetically engineered siblings, no catty high-school drama, no tragedy – dude our last semester is normal!” Marinette puts a hand to her head, still reeling from the thought. “So that’s what it feels like.”

Jon releases a breathy laugh. “Don’t jinx it! Besides, I wouldn’t say nothing happened. Mercury passed in front of the sun. The astronomy professor at my school let me look through her telescope. It was pretty cool.”

“Jon, you absolute dweeb, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Jon starts cackling. “Were’d you even learn the word dweeb? I mean, you’re right, but who says that anymore?”

“Television.” Marinette says seriously. “But I’m serious here!”

“Me too.” Jon says. He wraps her up in his arms comfortably, chuckling all the while. “It’s not really the first time, is it? I mean, we don’t have that bad of a track record, all things considered.”

Marinette thinks about it more, trying to piece the timeline back together. “Huh, I guess so. It’s like good, bad, then bad – but just for me, I think? – then bad at the start but good for most of it, then good, then Sam, then whatever the hell last semester was. Is that a pattern? Second semesters have drama? Oh, god, is the drama just waiting for graduation?!”

“Marinette, I love you,” Jon’s voice is cool, grounded, sturdy, “but do not catastrophize right now. The last thing we need is bad vibes on our last semester. It’s our last semester! We’ve got it figured out! So, if some stupid call to action comes knocking at our door between now and graduation, what do we do?”

“Tell it to shut up, because we’ve got to study.” Marinette says with a small smile, pressing her head to Jon’s. “You’re right. Let’s keep this going.”

Jon chuckles softly. “To be fair, Sam was perfectly ordinary drama, and Kon had basically nothing to do with us. Not- not him being born, anyway. He’s my brother, obviously, so he- eh, you know what I mean.”

“Not our fault.” Marinette chants quietly. “Not our fault. Not our fault.”

Jon giggles and joins in, echoing the chant until it becomes a cheer and they’re both incapacitated by their giggles.

He’s right. Despite the bad parts, when Marinette examines her university career a little closer it becomes clear that, by and large, she does exactly what she set out to do. Especially as Jon and she get better at dealing with conflict, figure themselves out, and establish themselves into this life they build for themselves, even though certain things should be so much more monumental – like Conner showing up compared to what is arguably the worst time in her university life, the reveal of Jon being Superboy – it doesn’t really feel like it.

Maybe it’s because they’re both more comfortable, and because they grow enough to be equipped to handle those things, in their own way. Maybe it’s because of the strength she finds in him, that they find in each other. Maybe it’s because she’s happy in a way that she wasn’t back then that everything else seems so much more pedestrian and simpler to deal with.

It doesn’t really matter why. Marinette is just grateful that her life has gotten to this point. All because of Jon.

They’re sitting together in a park, a quiet, overcast day taking a respite from their studies, when Jon catches her off guard. “I love you, you know.” Jon says quietly, with so much feeling in his voice that Marinette thinks he must be pondering the same thing she is, how appreciative she is that he’s here. It’s a small, intimate moment between the two of them, cuddled together in the park. Jon is so good at moments like these. He always manages to leave Marinette breathless. She adamantly refuses to believe he’s just as stunned and overwhelmed as she, even when she can see it transparently on his face, because he always, always comes around with something so damn sweet and meaningful that- “It’s because of you that New York is home. I wouldn’t be who I am today without you, so thank you, Marinette, for helping me be someone I really love.” Something like that. “And for being yourself – another person that I really, really love.”

Marinette cups his face in her hands. “Don’t make me cry in public, Jon!” She whines half-heartedly.

“But I have to!” Jon pouts. “I have to remind you how much I love you while I can.” His voice takes a more somber note, something beneath the light lilt of it. “I can’t stand the thought of you not knowing exactly how special you are, so I have to.”

“You really don’t.” Marinette says too earnestly to be teasing. “I know how much you love me. I just hope you can feel how much I love you. Everything you said I could honestly say right back at you, you know.”

“Of course, I do.” Jon whispers, stealing a kiss. “But just because you know doesn’t mean I shouldn’t say it. I have to say it. I don’t- I don’t have the words. I’m still trying to figure them out. I have to get them right, and the only way to do that is to keep trying, but also… also you deserve to be told how wonderful and beautiful and smart and talented and gorgeous and breathtaking and resplendent and kind and brave and honest and clever and-”

“You going to run out of adjectives anytime soon?” Marinette squeaks, face aflame and covered with her hands.

“Not even close!” Jon chirps cheerily. His voice falls back into that lower register, the soft one for only the space between them and no further. “But I’m serious. I have to keep saying it because you deserve to hear it. It’s different; knowing, and having it reaffirmed. I just want to keep that smile on your face.”

“You are so unbearably sweet sometimes, you know that?”

Jon snickers quietly. “So you keep telling me. But you love me.”

“I do. I absolutely do.” Marinette sighs. “It’s so weird. Just three years ago I thought Adrien was the one.”

Jon’s big eyes gleam curiously. Not in an aggressive way – in fact, it’s with a gentleness somewhere close to sympathy. “Do you still love him?” He asks.

Marinette worries her lip. “In some ways, yes.” She says honestly. “But not like this. Not anymore.” She grabs Jon’s hand and kisses the back of it to reaffirm her feelings to him. He’s not so fragile as to seriously doubt her love for him at the mention of her ex, but admitting she still loves Adrien still can’t be the easiest thing in the world, even if it’s not in a romantic sense. “Adrien and I worked. Heroism was a… a dealbreaker, I guess. If it weren’t for that, I would have probably ended up marrying him. Might even be right now, in that other life.”

Jon furrows his brow at the grass for a moment, just long enough for Marinette to get concerned, then he says, “I get it. I never got as far as you did, but… I never told you why I lost my crush on Damian, did I? Wasn’t just time, though that was part of it. That was all during high school, as I was getting more and more sick of being Superboy, but Damian was growing up. He was… well, I guess he was about where we are now, back when I was still trying to wrap my head around liking guys at all.” Jon shakes his head, smiling fondly. “When we were kids, I used to tease him about me being three years younger and six years more mature. Wonder when he got so far ahead of me.” He sighs. “Anyway, despite how hot mature Damian was-”

“You can say is. I won’t be jealous.”

Jon splutters and flushes brilliantly. “…is. Despite that, it was just increasingly clear that he’ll never be anything but a hero. As I got sick of it, that whole crush thing just…” Jon makes a motion with his hands, as if tearing something apart.

Marinette nods. “Yeah, it’s sort of like that, isn’t it? In another life, it might’ve worked, but in this one, it just… can’t. I’m just grateful that we work in this life.”

“Mhmm. Me too. If it means we work, I’m glad we’re in this life. Who cares about those other lives when we’ve got this right here?”

The rest of their last semester passes by in a flash. It’s anticlimactic, all things considered, but despite jinxing it by pointing out their strange pattern of drama, nothing terrible at all happens to ruin graduation for them.

Well, there is a small scare with Conner. Hero work isn’t safe, even for Kryptonians, but some calming tea and reassurance calms Jon down quickly. It helps that he’s actually kept updated on the situation, and it’s not actually that frightening in hindsight. Both Marinette and Jon have been through far worse.

Still, it’s Conner’s first real beat down. Marinette isn’t sure if she’s inspired or horrified by how quickly, how easily, and how little he hesitates getting right back up. She has to have a few conversations with Jon about that, as the semester continues, but ultimately Conner is free to do as he likes. Marinette will worry about him, just like Jon does, but it’s clear that, at least for now, heroism is where Conner’s heart is.

She doesn’t begrudge him that. In fact, he’s ironically one of the least annoying heroes she knows, and she doesn’t love those others any less. Adrien still asks her about joining him for patrol when she’s in Paris, Alya still bugs her about Tikki and what her hero name with Wayzz is and if she’ll give her an interview as the turtle hero, temporary heroes from her time fighting Hawk Moth, original and re-chosen both, ask after their kwami and usually end up inviting her out if she decides to let them go for a run (she rarely has reason to say no to letting them see the kwami, so those invites are fairly common).

Hell, even Damian is more respectful about not trying to bring her back into hero work than her Parisian friends are. Though, to be fair, she’s only assuming he even knows. She never actually tells him; she just assumes that he of all people will have her figured out, if Superman knowing doesn’t mean her identity is common knowledge within the Justice League. It doesn’t concern her either way. She’s not Ladybug anymore, and she knows Damian isn’t stupid enough to both put the Miracle Box in danger and risk outing Jon and his family just by her proximity to them. Damian’s actually pretty cool, all things considered.

But the fact is that when Conner is in her and Jon’s apartment, he never even mentions his own hero work. He talks about the Teen Titans sometimes, but only about them being his friends. He only talks about them in situations where, minus powers, they could be any teenagers at all. He doesn’t mention missions or training or anything of the sort. Marinette can’t help but wonder if he’s doing that on purpose, thinking of Jon’s feelings about it, or if he himself doesn’t want to bring it up. Thinking about it, this little New York apartment is probably the closest thing to normal family life the kid has, and Marinette can see the look in his eyes. She won’t be surprised if the latter is the true reason.

Regardless of reason, though, he’s a welcome addition to their home. Marinette makes sure to prepare some tea for him whenever he stops by, and even once has to wrangle a whole gaggle of rowdy, superpowered teenagers as the other Titans decide to crash the party. (They’re notably less restrained about asking about Marinette and Jon’s heroic pasts, and after a while of growing quietly more and more irritated, Conner cuts in when one of his friends asks why Jon and Marinette quit heroism to berate his friend for being intrusive, saying to stop prying into his family. Marinette shares a smile with Jon, thinking how cute it is that he’s defending them, and secretly melting inside that he’s openly including her in his family, and calmly answers the question anyway, patting Conner’s head and passing him another cup of tea. He calms down, after that, though he never seems comfortable so long as they stay on the hero topic.)

But overall, nothing groundbreaking happens. Marinette and Jon go out throughout the semester, he’s ridiculously cute like always, Adrien teases her about it good-naturedly and Marinette sees through the façade of levity to the concern and firm affirmation that he’s okay with her and Jon like always, Louise and Jon geek out, leaving Kasey and Marinette to look at each other and shake their heads like always, the boys set up more shenanigans to get David and Tamias together (“Not much time left!” Jesse insists. “We got to pull out the big guns!”) and that doesn’t happen, but something catches on fire like always.

It’s fun. Eventful but not stressful. And it all culminates in what everything over the past four years is leading to. Graduation.

The days leading up to it, Marinette is legitimately considering not walking the stage at all. Her graduation and Jon’s are a day apart, so there’s not a scheduling conflict, but it is close enough that Marinette considers just prioritizing his. After all, her friends and family are mostly overseas. A lot of them won’t be able to come anyway, whereas Jon has his whole family here. It only makes sense.

Jon disagrees, obviously, but it’s not until Jagged rolls around with half her friends from Paris already packed into his car that Marinette concedes completely.

It’s worth it just to see the look on Kasey’s face when she shows up at Marinette’s apartment to get ready for graduation together and Jagged Stone is there already fussing over her. Marinette is half-certain Kasey is about to faint, and Jagged welcoming her like an overeager puppy and starting to fuss over her preparations for the ceremony doesn’t help matters.

Between Jagged, Marinette’s parents, a good majority of Marinette’s not insignificant number of friends, Kasey and Louise, Jon’s parents, grandparents, aunt, and brother, Bruce Wayne’s entire family (Marinette thinks? There’s a lot of them, and they’re all mysterious.), a smattering of other League heroes, and Jesse, Mason, David, and Tamias, their tiny apartment isn’t anywhere near big enough to handle everyone. Luckily, they have no less than five absurdly wealthy people among them, and their little afterparties are held in one of their notably larger temporary residences.

But during the graduation itself, Marinette is strangely nervous. She’s certain her old nerves will come back to bite her and she’ll trip on stage and make a fool of herself. Kasey and Louise are nowhere near her in the seats, so she’s on her own down in the middle of the stadium surrounded by her peers and their families.

She bounces her knee, unable to keep still, and then her row stands, and she follows without thinking about what she’s doing, and there are pictures taken, and the next thing she knows she’s facing out at the crowd. It’s a crowd she knows, and she smiles. This crowd doesn’t ask anything of her but to collect her diploma, have her two seconds in the spotlight, and move on for the next student. This crowd doesn’t take. And warmth surges through Marinette, and she’s proud. She’s so proud that she can cry.

I really did it. She thinks. Cameras flash, people scream, Marinette swears she can hear Jagged, and she swears his voice is amplified somehow (that’ll probably get him kicked out, if him being Jagged Stone doesn’t give him a free pass, if only the once, Marinette thinks with a giggle), and then she’s continuing on, shaking hands with some of the staff, and then she’s off the stage entirely, making her way back to her seat.

She looks at the paper in her hands – not her diploma, just a little note of a stand-in, made generally, with no names and no specifics, so that no one needs to worry about which one is handed to which student (she’ll get the real diploma after the ceremony ends) – and she feels so, so proud of herself.

Jon, when she’s released, with her true diploma in a large envelope in her hands, is the first to capture her in the biggest hug he can muster. The rest of the group surrounds them, about half of them pouting that Jon doesn’t let her go for them to hug, as Jon says in her ear, “You did it. No takebacksies.”

Marinette gets a good laugh at that.

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You know that?” Jon says quietly, intimately, despite their menagerie of onlookers. “You’ve changed my life for the better. I’m the person I am today because of you. So, thank you. You are beautiful, and so intelligent, and the most creative person in the world, and you’re everything you decide to be, and that still takes my breath away.”

Through the coos of all their eavesdropping friends, and Jesse’s wolf-whistling, Marinette chokes over just Jon’s name.

“I love you so, so much, Marinette. I will never take you for granted.”

Marinette forgoes the words that get caught in her throat and just kisses him instead.

When they separate from each other, and the others get their chance to hug her, Alya frowns at Jon. “Wait, that wasn’t a proposal?” She hisses, not nearly quiet enough for Marinette not to hear.

Jon just giggles impishly. “Why would you think that?”

“I- you- how often do you do that?”

“Remind the love of my life how talented and smart and awesome and resplendent she is?” Jon asks. “As often as I can. Duh.”

Marinette covers her face as her parents lean in to tell her that he’s a keeper, and to remind her to let them know as soon as he does propose.

As if she doesn’t already know that, or that she’ll do anything different.

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