Page 9 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix goes roof-hopping for the first time as Chat Noir - but he's not alone out there! 👀
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giant paragraph I wrote tonight where harrison makes enemies with george michael… handwritten version is the first draft & made some minor changes below:
Harrison’s tired of hearing George Michael on the radio. Once, he enjoyed getting drunk off peach daiquiris and being the only person in his friend group to be kicked out of three separate karaoke bars for being “grossly disruptive” during Everything She Wants. Sometimes, he’d extend a hand to Jeremiah sitting amused on the sectional, singing some people work for fun, girl I just work for you, just so he’d roll his eyes and with a reluctant laugh, take his hand, the silver tassels of his chrome sequin jacket braying midair like Christmas ornaments. They’d shout the lyrics together, every uh-huh, every la, la, la, back to back like Richard Gere and Julia Roberts on the cover of Pretty Woman. The memories are misty at the edges, dreamy tiles of a rotating disco ball because Jeremiah was a dream, half an angel and certainly more than a man. It feels, then, apt to be haunted—by pillar candles, silk sheets, vintage analog clocks, Annie’s mac and cheese right from the pot, silver sedans, the scent of nail polish remover, blue snow cones, disposable cameras, back issues of XY, green gummy bears, losing at checkers, motel pools, bootleg copies of Sleepy Hollow and Silence of the Lambs and The Blair Witch Project, sharing instant coffee on a loveseat, the texture of velvet, halving a granny smith apple in the dark, orange Tic-Tacs, veggie pizza, movie ticket stubs, brown eyes in the sun, fur coats, the sound of George Michael’s voice.
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for anyone curious-- kryptos, esp. post dimension burning, defines his gender as Square and Shape but not really Male or Guy, like that part's whatever to him, that's not the important part of his identity to him. getting to freely call himself a Square and Shape with no pushback is exciting to him because, as his status as a square-born-to-a-square, he was consistently ignored, told he should have been something else-- namely a pentagon, very rarely an equilateral because as tragic as a descent in caste would have been, it would have been more Normal Than This-- and forced into weird arbitrary roles and rotating schools and castes in early childhood before it was finally decided that fine, he was a square, they guessed... but also barely and because he was Barely A Square by the stupid laws of configuration and because the circumstances of his birth were so Strange and his Abnormality was so Apparent, he had to go to school with equilaterals so that only the lower middle class kids were put at risk by his Weirdness, and not the other Much More Valuable Real Squares. so getting to the point where he was one of the only members of his species left and he gets to just go "yeah, i am a square, i'm the only square left, and i get to decide whatever the hell that means now" was meaningful to him, and the guy part is like. whatever. but he is a square
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im rereading 20,000 leagues under the sea for the first time since i was like an actual child and my first impression of captain nemo is that he is so full of shit lol. youve renounced civilisation have you? do u not obey the rules of society? you, alone on your ship, alone in the immense desert of the ocean aside from servants crewmen kitchen staff etc who dont rly count, have perfect independence and liberty here in the depths of the ocean, where systems of power and control cannot reach you? you recognise no masters? why is it then that on receiving three uninvited guests/prisoners, u invite only the one with a high social status to dine with you and have a tour of the most luxurious parts of ur vessel and sleep in an elegantly furnished guest bedroom while the servant and the seaman are sent away with the steward to their shared cabin downstairs below decks. i wonder if your own servants and crew feel similarly free from all hierarchical systems of power and control lmao. i wonder what they get paid with
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@idyllicserendipity (der-bear! :3c) || liked for a starter!
[Liar – Harina]
“Say that I'm weak.” The command—no, the threat—was hissed directly in this haughty rich boy's ear. Close. (Too close.) Hot. (Burning.) Kaz had him pinned, arm twisted behind his back, face pressed against scorched stone, and when his own bare fingers squeezed into the flesh of the spoiled brat's wrist, he swallowed down a rise of bile. Fluttering breaths were quelled by the clench of his jaw before a final warning: “And I'll make you a liar.”
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so I've been thinking more about Sunk Cost Fallacy, as you do, like specifically the title of the thing. bc it's so oblique! just what is it referencing? who is continuing doggedly on with a thing bc they've invested so much time/effort/life/what have you into it and the cost of changing course now, of admitting something is wrong now, is simply too high?
and the answer is: Olivia.
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“i’m probably overreacting but i’m not sure what to do about that mid freak-out, okay?”
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