#yapping and chatting

[thunderc1an]

btw everyone- Im not going to be making a 2024 version of the big Warriors: The Prophecies Begins drawing I do every year. I'm planning on skipping the year 2024, since I think the 2023 version is actually spectacular, and I want to let myself grow as an artist some more before I tackle it again.

[frogfacee]

look at how pretty these two girls in the front are omg. the most stunning women i’ve ever seen ???? also they’re sapphic byler fr

[yourlocalchronicdaydreamer]

I actually think the nature of the love square is really interesting because the love square itself is the main ship of the show and Adrienette and Ladynoir are like … pieces of that ship

When we ship them, we ship them with the knowledge of all sides of them, and usually when they get together in fics it’s post-reveal. Why? Because that’s the whole ship

Ladynoir trust each other completely and are comfortable around each other and enjoy bantering … but they can’t be a part of each other’s regular lives

Adrienette can do that … but they’re not completely comfortable around each other yet, especially with this huge secret about Adrien that Marinette is keeping

I think it’s really interesting that the show decided to get Adrienette together pre-reveal because it’s so clear that they’re missing the Ladynoir aspect of the ship, especially with all the emphasis in Illustrhater about them not having the partnership that Alya and Nino do as superheroes … despite the fact that they’re THE superhero duo of the city

Idk I just find it really interesting that the main ship of this show is currently half a ship

[cod-bin]

why me?

fuckboy!simon x nerdy!reader

part 1 part 2

a/n: yay it’s here!!

wc: 4k?? i think…

cw: slight mentions of sex, heavy swearing by simon, angst (only a little), angry!simon (not at reader), jealousy

You’re coughing again.

It’s sharp, chest-deep. Comes from somewhere buried, somewhere tired. You smother it with a pillow like that’s going to do anything, like that’s going to make it invisible.

But it’s not. Not to him.

The door slams open so hard it rattles the hinges.

You jolt upright, breath caught, eyes wide.

And there he is.

Simon Riley—hood up, eyes black, jaw locked so hard it might crack.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he’s already stepping inside like a goddamn thunderstorm.

“You’re sick again,” he snaps.

You blink. “I’m fine—”

“Bullshit,” he growls. “You’ve been hacking your lungs out for days, and you just—what? Sit in here and hope it’ll stop on its own?”

He’s never looked more furious.

Not the bar fights. Not the game nights gone wrong. Nothing has touched the fury in his eyes right now, the kind that’s not about being mad at you—it’s about not being able to stop caring.

You push your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Simon’s face contorts. “A big deal—? You can barely breathe!”

He starts pacing. Three steps. Turn. Three more.

“You do this every fucking time,” he mutters. “You hole up in here, you act like it’s nothing, and you don’t tell anyone.”

“I didn’t think—”

“You never think,” he spits, eyes flicking to you. “You think being quiet makes you small enough no one’ll notice? Is that it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No. But you act like it.” He stops pacing. Looks right at you. Voice drops, low and trembling with something more dangerous than rage.

“You act like no one sees you.”

Your mouth goes dry.

The air is heavy now. Close.

“I do,” he says, softer now, but it sounds worse like that. Like it costs him something.

“I see you hiding. I hear you coughing. I watch you disappear into yourself like it’s safer that way. Like you think someone’ll care less if you’re quiet enough.”

You can’t meet his eyes.

But he doesn’t stop.

“You think I haven’t noticed you pulling back? The way you move around this place like you’re an afterthought. Like you’re fucking disposable.”

“Simon—”

He cuts you off, voice rough.

“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to shrink and then pretend no one saw it.”

Your breath stutters. “Why do you even care?”

He laughs, but it’s bitter. Broken.

“Why do I care?” He shakes his head like you’ve just asked if the sky is blue. “Because it drives me insane. You walk around here like a ghost and I—”

He stops.

You’re trembling a little now. Not from fear. From the storm of it. From all of this finally spilling out.

He steps closer.

“You think I don’t notice you?” he breathes.

That voice—low, deadly quiet. Not loud. Just… inevitable.

His eyes are wild.

“You think I don’t see how you flinch when someone laughs too loud? Or how you stop breathing when I have someone over? Like if you hold your breath long enough, you’ll vanish.”

You open your mouth, heart thudding.

“I see it all,” he snarls. “I see every time you look at me like you hate me. Like you wish I’d stop. Like maybe, if I didn’t exist, it’d be easier for you to stop wanting me.”

That last word hangs heavy between you.

Wanting.

You don’t know who moves first, but he’s in front of you now. Staring. Breathing hard.

Then—

He grabs your arm.

You gasp.

Not because it hurts—it doesn’t. His grip is firm, yes, but grounding. Like if he doesn’t touch you, he’ll lose the thread of this entire thing.

He drags you up to stand. The blanket falls away. You’re standing there in an oversized hoodie and socks, blinking at him like you’ve never seen him before.

“I can’t fucking take it,” he mutters. “Watching you shrink. Watching you disappear in plain sight.”

“You’re the one who disappears,” you whisper.

His eyes flash.

“You think that’s on purpose?”

“I don’t know, Simon! I don’t know anything with you!”

He steps forward. You step back.

He matches you, one-to-one, until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you have nowhere to go.

“You think I like this?” he growls. “You think I like being an asshole to the one person who actually fucking sees me?”

“I don’t see you,” you say, but it’s a lie, and you both know it.

He leans in.

“Liar.”

The breath leaves your lungs.

Then, out of nowhere—he kisses you.

It’s violent. Not in the way that hurts, but in the way that grips. That shakes something loose in your chest. It’s all teeth and frustration and finally.

You grab the front of his hoodie and drag him closer.

He makes a sound deep in his throat. A groan. Something guttural. It sounds like surrender and defeat and want, all rolled into one.

You break apart only because you have to breathe.

He doesn’t step back.

His forehead presses to yours.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he mutters. “I never say the right thing. I always push too hard or run too fast.”

“You came in here,” you whisper.

“Because I couldn’t not.”

He closes his eyes, brow furrowed.

“I’ve been watching you,” he says. “I watch you every day. I memorize your silences. Your footsteps. The way your door clicks at night.”

Your throat tightens.

“I see you,” he says again, softer now. “Even when you try not to be seen.”

You lean your head against his chest. Let yourself breathe him in—smoke and cold air and home.

For a minute, he doesn’t say anything. Just holds you like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers.

Then, finally—

“I’m gonna fuck this up,” he murmurs.

You smile against him. “Probably.”

His arms tighten.

“But I’m still here.”

You nod.

“You’re still here.”

And that, for now, is everything.

The silence after the kiss is deafening.

Simon’s still so close your lips almost brush when you breathe. His chest rises and falls like he’s just run a mile. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. The air between you is heavy—too heavy. He hasn’t let go of your wrist.

He does now.

Pulls back like the heat of your skin just burned him.

His eyes dart away, jaw tight again, but not from anger this time. He looks shaken. Like he’s regretting something already, even though you kissed him back. Even though you’re still standing there, lips parted, chest heaving.

You shift, wrapping your arms around yourself like armor. Not because you want to push him away. But because if you don’t, you think you might fall apart.

“Simon…” you start.

But he turns.

He moves to leave. Like always.

Like he just did something reckless and now he has to go pretend he didn’t feel anything at all.

Except—

He stops.

Hand still on the doorknob. Back tense.

You wait, breath caught in your throat.

“Do you want me to stay?”

The question is so soft it almost doesn’t reach you. But it does. It lands in your chest like a dropped stone.

You blink. “What?”

He turns halfway, eyes low. That mask of his is gone. There’s nothing behind it but vulnerability, cracked and real. His voice comes quieter the second time.

“I’ll stay�� if you want.”

Your room is still. The world outside might not exist.

You nod.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just steps back in and closes the door with more care than he’s ever shown it before. Doesn’t slam it. Doesn’t speak. Just locks it, slowly, and turns to face you again.

And then — without waiting for permission — he toes off his boots, crosses the room, and climbs into your bed.

You stand there frozen, watching the massive weight of him settle onto the mattress, hoodie rumpled, expression unreadable.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, barely audible.

You hesitate. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” he says quickly. “I know I don’t.”

He shifts back against your pillows, long legs stretching out, gaze flicking up to yours.

“I just… don’t want to leave you like that. Not tonight.”

You move toward him slowly, like you’re dreaming.

When you slide under the blanket beside him, it’s awkward at first. He’s all muscle and warmth, not knowing where to put his hands. You curl into yourself out of habit — defensive — but then his arm reaches out, slow and tentative, and hooks around your waist.

It’s not graceful. Not practiced.

But it’s real.

You stiffen, just for a second.

Then exhale and melt into him.

His hand doesn’t wander. It stays right there — solid, steady, like a promise he doesn’t know how to voice.

The minutes pass without a word.

It’s the quietest it’s ever been between you, and somehow the loudest too.

You can feel his breath in your hair, warm and uneven. His heartbeat against your spine. The barest twitch of his fingers every time you shift.

“You okay?” he murmurs eventually.

“Are you?” you whisper back.

He huffs out a breath. You can’t see his face, but you can feel his smile — tired, wry, a little broken.

“I’m trying.”

You close your eyes.

You’re so tired. Sick, worn down, emotionally wrung out. But the warmth of him behind you… it’s something you’ve never let yourself need before. Never thought you could have.

“You don’t have to fix me,” you whisper.

“I’m not trying to.”

His voice is low. Honest. Frayed at the edges.

“I just wanna be here.”

You press your fingers into his forearm where it wraps around your stomach. Just to make sure he’s still real.

After a long while, he speaks again. This time it sounds like it’s been clawing its way out of him all night.

“I don’t… do this. I don’t stay. I don’t hold people. I don’t let them stay.”

Your throat tightens. “Then why me?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

But when he does, it’s the most open he’s ever been.

“Because you make me want to.”

You swallow hard. His words are simple, but they land like they’re sacred.

Another long pause. The kind that feels like it matters.

“You don’t think you’re worth much,” he adds. “But you are. I see you. All the fucking time. When you don’t think anyone’s looking.”

You shift a little, pressing closer. “I see you too.”

His arm tightens around you instinctively.

You let the silence settle again. This time, it feels softer. Warmer. Like maybe it could stay a while.

Eventually, your eyes start to slip closed.

And Simon doesn’t move.

He stays right there — in your bed, against your back, breathing slow, fingers twitching like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you.

And for once, the apartment isn’t so cold.

Your sheets are still warm from him. That kiss still on your mouth, smudged like something sinful — and then, just like that, he pulled back, awkwardly sat up like he was leaving, and stared at you like he was furious with himself for it.

He’d started to say something — but it stuck in his throat, like every word was too risky to set free.

And then you were both just breathing.

You feel him move again, the mattress dipping as he shifts. You hadn’t realized he was staying. He’d sat there on the edge for what felt like forever, silent and tense — but now he’s twisting around, one hand bracing himself on the bed.

Then?

Simon Riley climbs in beside you.

Again.

Slowly. Like you might stop him. Like he’s scared you might not want him there.

You turn your head. He’s right next to you now, both of you under the same blanket. He smells like cold air and aftershave and something else, something quiet. His arm brushes yours — and he flinches.

You feel small beside him.

“I can leave,” he says after a beat. Rough, low. But there’s something in it. A crack. “If this is too much.”

You shake your head before you even know what you’re doing.

“No,” you say. Voice raspier than normal, because the fever’s still lingering and your throat hurts and you’ve barely spoken all day. “Stay.”

Simon doesn’t respond with words. He just shifts a little closer, moving slow. One arm curls behind your back, pulling you gently toward him, and you follow like it’s gravity, your head resting on his chest.

It’s… soft.

Dangerously so.

You feel his fingers press into the fabric of your shirt like he’s grounding himself there. Holding you like he’s scared you might drift away.

You don’t know what this is.

You don’t know why he’s doing this.

Which is what scares you the most.

You’re quiet for a long time. His fingers are stroking the curve of your arm now, light and absent, but still real enough to make you ache.

Then — stupidly, too softly — you whisper:

“You hook up with so many girls.”

You feel him stiffen. Just slightly.

You shouldn’t have said it. But the words are already there. Floating in the air between your mouths.

You push on, voice barely a breath.

“You could have anyone. I don’t… I don’t get why you’d pick me.”

Silence.

It stretches out so long it hurts.

You feel your stomach twist. Regret like a second fever under your skin. Simon doesn’t do this — he doesn’t stay. And here you are, ruining it.

But then — finally — he exhales. Not angry. Not dismissive.

Just quiet.

“I didn’t pick anyone.”

You blink.

“I didn’t want to,” he adds, softer now. “Didn’t think I could.”

He’s speaking like this is costing him something. Like every word is peeled out from somewhere he never shows.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing with you,” he admits. “It’s not like—fuck. I don’t do this.”

You press your face a little harder into his chest.

“I know.”

He swallows. You feel the movement against your cheek.

“But you…” His fingers curl gently into the back of your shirt. “You’re not like the others.”

You stiffen.

“I don’t mean it like that,” he says quickly. “I mean—you look at me like I’m not already a lost cause. You… talk to me like you think I can be better.”

You don’t say anything. But your hand shifts, brushes his arm — a silent response.

“I didn’t notice,” he continues, voice more hoarse now, “how fucking much I watched you. How much I needed to.”

You can’t move. Can’t speak.

“I’d bring someone home, and they’d be… whatever. Perfect. Loud. Beautiful. Easy.”

The words sting. But his voice is heavy with something else.

“But none of ‘em ever made me feel like this. Not like you. You’re in the room and it’s like—fuck, I don’t know. I’m twenty goddamn feet underwater.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until he notices first — you feel his arm curl tighter around you, thumb brushing the edge of your jaw.

“Hey,” he says, voice breaking a little. “I didn’t mean to—shit. I’m not good at this. I don’t know what you need me to say.”

You shake your head into him.

“I don’t need anything. I just…”

You sniff. A soft sound.

“I don’t get it. I’m sick all the time. I look like hell. I barely talk. I’m not fun. I’m not anything.”

Simon pulls back just enough to look at you. You can barely meet his eyes.

And then his hand cups your cheek, and his mouth is pressing gently into your forehead. A kiss so quiet you nearly miss it.

“Don’t say that,” he mutters. “Don’t ever fuckin’ say that again.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Swallow thick.

“Why not?”

He looks down at you, something tortured in his face.

“Because you’re everything to me right now.”

The words hit you like a blow.

You blink, stunned. Your breath stutters.

Simon lets it sit there. Lets it echo.

Then he leans in again — not all at once this time. Slower. Gentler.

And kisses you.

It’s different than before.

This time, it’s not rough or angry. Not a clash of desperation. It’s quiet. Reverent.

Like you’re fragile.

Like you matter.

His lips trace yours like he’s memorizing the shape. One of his hands cups the side of your face — the other drifts down your arm, your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space between you at all.

You melt into it. Into him.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours again.

“I don’t know how to be soft,” he says. “But I want to try. With you.”

You nod — just a little — because you’re scared if you speak you’ll shatter.

You let him kiss you again. And again.

You let yourself believe, just for now, that this moment is real. That he means it.

That you’re the one he wants.

Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s complicated.

He’s here. In your bed. Holding you like he’s never going to let go.

And that’s enough. For now.

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[gracie-eilish]

Babbbee. Can I request needy morning sex with Billie because sex before bed just wasn’t enough?

Forever in love with your writing 🩵

good f*****g morning

warnings: smut with an intro.

a soft clap of thunder awoke billie quietly. her eyes fluttered open as she took in a deep breath and stretched a bit before settling back in bed. she turned over onto her side to see you.

you were laid on your back, hair messy on the pillow like a halo, soft breasts on display as the sheet had moved down to your stomach. billie admired the pink and purple marks on your neck and chest with pride.. and love. watching your chest rise and fall with each breath you took, seeing your lashes flutter while you dream.

she couldn’t help herself anymore.

she leaned over and brushed the hair off your neck and out of your face, leaning down to kiss where you neck met your shoulder, then traveling up to your jaw and just below your ear. as she kissed, she held herself up with one arm, careful not to smother you while you slept.

she only pulled away from your skin when you started to stir, moaning lightly as you stretched the sleep away from your body.

“hi bils,” you sighed out, your hand finding the back of her head, threading your fingers through her messy, dark hair.

“hi mama,” she mumbled with a smirk, still kissing away at your skin, leaving new marks to match the old ones.

she scooted closer now that you were awake, her free hand coming to rest on your breast, fingers toying with your nipple, while her other arm propped her up a bit.

“bils,” you let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling of her hand on your breast. “honey, we just had sex last night.”

“shhhh, mama. let it happen,” she whispered kissing your cheek. “let me make you feel good, yeah? start the day off right.”

you didn’t object.

her lips finally found yours while she continued her assault on your nipples. pulling and tugging and massaging as you continued to make out. she moved her body to be straddling yours softly, your hands snaking around to rest on her bare ass, massaging the plush skin softly.

she started to rock her hips into yours making you cry out softly at the feeling. the pressure on your clit was delicious, you couldn’t help the wetness starting to form between your legs.

she swapped her hands for her lips on one of your breasts, sucking the rosy pink bud, leaving tiny kisses around it before going back in with her tongue. her other hand stayed firm, massaging and rolling your nipple between your fingers.

billie looked up for a moment, and she could have died right there. your head was softly laid back on the pillow, mouth open a bit, and eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. if it wasn’t 7:46 in the morning she’d get those pretty eyes of yours back open, but she kind of loved this half sleep drunk, half pleasure drunk, state you were in.

she shifted her weight so she could hover over you, your noses practically bumping. she trailed her fingers down your side watching goosebumps rise on your skin, and your hips twitching in need. she was mesmerized at the effect she had on your body.

“bils, please,” you whined, high pitched and needy.

“shhhhh,” she whispered, tracing shapes on your navel, smirking at your squirms.

her fingers moved down a bit more, before brushing your puffy clit softly.

“fuck,” you sighed under your breath.

she moved lower, swiping her fingers through your folds as you let out a dreamy moan at the feeling.

“you’re so wet and warm for me, princess,” she kissed your cheek softly. “gonna be good for me this morning?”

your eyes fluttered open a bit, hooded and seductive as you made eye contact with billie, and nodded. you couldn’t finish your nod, as billie pushed two fingers into your warm heat, making yours brows furrow and mouth open wide.

“there we go,” she chuckled sensually. “such a pretty baby. feeling so good, aren’t ya doll?” she laid her entire body weight onto you, pushing her fingers in deeper, making you whine out.

billie thrusted a bit faster but not too fast. sex first thing in the morning was one of billie’s favorites. slow, and quiet, and sensual, and romantic.. she didn’t want to rush this. all she wanted was your pleasure; to get you nice and dreamy and floaty.

“do you want more lovey? or stick with just fingers?” regular billie slipped back in for a second, always checking in to your needs.

“can we, fuck, can you get the strap?” she nodded with a smile, softly pulling her fingers out of you, but not without a teasing pinch to your clit.

quickly she went to the dresser to get an extra strap, your favorite one laid discarded on the floor from last nights adventures.

“this one’s a bit bigger than last night, is that okay mama?” she sat on the bed rubbing your side before even putting the harness on. your dreamy, happy nod was promise enough that you wanted it.

and the perfect O you made with your mouth, and borderline pornographic moan leaving your lips as she sunk into you, was a promise again that you needed it.

your arms snuck around to her back, holding and pulling her closer, needing her as deep as possible.

“deeper bils,” you sighed into her ear. she grabbed your thigh softly and pulled it around her hip, encouraging you to wrap your legs around her.

“there ya go mama. taking me so well,” she grunted out. the strap bumping her own clit perfectly, leaving you both in sleepy bliss.

“feels so fucking good bils,” you whined.

“yeah mama? you like when i make love to you? nice and slow and close?”

you moaned at her words. she shifted slightly, finding that magical little gummy spot inside you, smirking as you quietly squeaked out in pleasure.

“gonna fuck you like this forever, yeah? after i put a pretty ring on that finger, and while you’re wearing pretty white lace and a wedding band.” she sped up her movements a bit, your heavy breathing signaling you were getting close.

“gonna make you a mommy soon after that. pump a baby into you. maybe two.” you started to whimper at every thrust, billie could feel how tight you were getting. your warm walls sucking her right in.

“gonna have such a perfect family. such a good mama, such a good wife. love you so fucking much,” billie started to babble as her thrusts grew animalistic as you both neared your climaxes.

your whimpers sped up with her thrusts, the sound now matching the speed of the headboard creaking. your legs tightened around her, moaning in her ear.

“fuck you feel so good,” she finally let out a string of moans of her own as she tipped over the edge.

she didn’t slow down, tucking her fingers between you two to rub tight circles on your clit, leaving you seeing stars as you orgasmed.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkk,” you let out, arms tightening around her shoulders.

“shh i’ve got you baby.” you felt billie pressing light kisses on your neck and cheek, her fingers rubbing your sides softly as you both came down from your highs.

“can i pull out baby?” you nodded, wincing slightly at the feeling. billie flopped right back down onto your chest, softly helping you lay your legs back down straight. she leaned up, puckering her lips a bit making you giggle. you kissed for a while, softly expressing your love for one another, feeling each other up delicately, just two souls intertwined in every way.

“good fucking morning,” you said making the both of you giggle before just looking into each others eyes.

“you’re so pretty” billie said, in her little voice, making you smile and blush.

“i’m serious! after sex, you always look fucking gorgeous,” she looked into your eyes, pushing the hair from your forehead. “you get all blushy, and your skin is flushed and glowy- YOU’RE flushed and glowing. and there’s like a new sparkle in your eye that only happens now. and i love it. mwah!” she pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. “and i love you even more.”

[howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft]

Miraculous Ladybug Season 6 Airdates January and February (+some other junk)

THAT'S RIGHT WE ARE FINALLY BACK!!

These dates have been out for awhile now, so I'm sorry for how late this is! My motivation for this blog has been entirely tied to personal life/ interest in the show, and since it hasn't been airing consistently and I've been busy with school it's been rough. But... here we are!

Before I get to more yapping, here are the dates! All of these can be found on the Disney Channel US website (if you're looking for a source), but honestly I wouldn't be surprised if another international network beats Disney in premiering at least one of these episodes in the next month or so. However, I'll make sure to be on the lookout so I can let you guys know/ update the post if necessary.

THE ILLUSTRHATER ✔️ Airdate: January 24th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

THE ILLUSTRHATER ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: January 25th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

SUBLIMATION ✔️ Airdate: January 31st Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

SUBLIMATION ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: February 1st Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

WEREPAPAS ✔️ Airdate: February 7th Time: 7:45 pm Brasilia Standard Time Channel: Mundo Gloob Language: Portuguese

DADDYCOP ✔️ Airdate: February 8th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

WEREPAPAS ENGLISH DUB ✔️ Airdate: February 15th Time: 11:00 am Eastern Standard Time Channel: Disney Channel USA Language: English

So- it seems like this new era of miraculous is already off to a great start in the world of out of order airing with episodes 2-5 airing before episode one [EDIT: WE ARE NOW ALSO GETTING EPISODE 11 BEFORE EPISODE ONE ARE YOU KIDDING] , so I'm sorry to anyone who wants to watch it in order! However, hopefully nothing too crazy happens in the first episode that isn't recapped by the 2nd, so maybe you can watch these episodes as they come out anyway without too much confusion (doubt) [AGAIN, PROBABLY NO LONGER APPLIES W/ EPISODE 11 AIRING BEFORE OTHERS 💀] Either way, I'll try to let you guys know what the vibe is in that department (in the least spoilery way possible) , and at the end of the day its entirely up to you guys as viewers what you want to do! I'm sure we all have our routine with out of order airing by this point in time haha.

As for the blog, new pinned post dropped, partially revamped the look, and I will continue to post as necessary!

Excited to go on this journey with y'all, and here's to the new season :)

(Chronological order under cut)

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SEASON 6 CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

S6E01- Climatiqueen

S6E02- The Illustrhater

S6E03- Sublimation

S6E04- Daddycop

S6E05- Werepapas

S6E06- Sleeping Syren 

S6E07- El Toro De Piedra

S6E08- Vampigami

S6E09- Mister Agreste

S6E10- The Dark Castle

S6E11- Revelator

S6E12- Wreckless Driver

S6E13- Yaksi Gozen 

S6E14- Grendiaper

S6E15- The Ruler

S6E16- Noe

S6E17- A Fairy Good Night

S6E18- The Dirtifiers

S6E19- Riginarazione

S6E20- HeartFixer

S6E21- The Chained Titans

S6E22- Lady Chaos

S6E23- Sadnansi

S6E24- Queen of the Dreadzone

S6E25- Secret Protocol

S6E26- Nemesis

[lenabobina]

haha oh noooo does she know your identity? she knows your identity? that sucks but at least we can fix it haha hey why are you guys so upset?

[jjkyaoi]

you can love a content creator and still admit when they’re wrong. i love tommy but i can acknowledge his flaws (he has none) and can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct)

[luxurystark-jackson]

it’s so interesting to me that jack chooses to say “i’m a winchester” because like. obviously he’s thinking of like, all the parental figures around him (sam, dean, cas, mary sorta) but. it caught me off guard cause dean sam and mary are the only winchesters there. and cas has been more like his primary parental figure since he was born.

anyways what i’m coming to is does jack know cas isn’t actually a winchester. does he know. that dean and cas aren’t married. does he.

[naarinn]

Imagine if they studied together. Gotta be for the world peace for sure

[peck2neck]

ooouuuguhghhghhhhhhhh i love regretevator

[thunderc1an]

what is your thesis about?

runs around happily! This is my simplified version of what my argument is about

TLDR: that Angel under god in the creation of Adam? Yeah that’s St. Michael

[the-phantom-peach]

Whats your opinion on link between worlds? i love my dumb purple rabbit man-

I was just drafting a design for him last week! Definitely want to finish his and albw link design soon “€(-.-“)

but I’m SO sad I’ve never taken the time to play albw (YET) TT it’s definitely on the list of zelda games I need to finish bc omG I love ravio. I already know the basic plot of albw since I used to be so obsessed with him on release that I looked up spoilers, but I’ll definitely take some time to play it when I get the chance TT

[yourlocalchronicdaydreamer]

Okay, so we all know that Marinette and Adrien were chosen because they passed Fu’s tests, proving their ability to think on their feet, put others before themselves, etc.

But like, the tests were targeted at them specifically, meaning that there was already a reason that Fu wanted them as Ladybug and Chat Noir.

And then I realised: teenagers are broke. Most teenagers would not be able to fund a constant supply of macarons or camembert, both of which are quite expensive. So isn’t it really convenient that the kwami who eats baked goods went to the girl who lives in a bakery and the kwami who eats expensive cheese went to the richest boy in Paris?

Guys. Marinette and Adrien were chosen for their ability to feed their kwamis.

[vervielle]

sorry to burst your bubble Peridot, but you kinda are

[gracie-eilish]

……👀

“billie…” your soft voice wafted through the halls of your shared home, bouncing off the ceilings and floors, filling the air like the kind of sunbeams you can see.

“billie, my love?” your soft footsteps got closer before the door to billie’s studio creaked open slightly.

she was hard at work at something on the monitor, not turning around at the sound. until you came up behind her, wrapping your arms ever so slowly around her shoulders and sternum. she melted into your half embrace, bringing her own hands up to hold onto your arms.

“hi baby,” you whispered in her ear, making her hum.

“hi angel face,” she leaned up to kiss your cheek softly.

“are you busy right now, my love?” you leaned back enough to look in her eyes, now soft and melty in your presence.

“not really, i was just tweaking a few things. but not for a deadline or anything. what’s up?” she patted her lap, holding your hand as you circled her chair and sat on her lap daintily, legs hanging off the side of the chair.

“i’m about to go shower, if you would like to join me. i got that new body wash you wanted to try while i was out today.”

“i would love to, sweetheart.” she nuzzled her nose on your jaw, basking in your scent; no perfume or lotion or body washes lingering after a long day, just you.

“let me just get out of here real quick, and we can go.”

you leaned back, letting your head rest on her shoulder. watching her quickly save her progress and close out her tabs and programs. once the screen had gone black, she kissed your cheek and scooped you up in her arms bridal style.

“you want me to grab that new candle you bought the other day?”

you nodded against her.

after reaching the bathroom, she softly set you down on the counter, leaving for you a moment with a kiss.

she turned on the water, watching the steam start to curl up towards the ceiling, before throwing in a lavender scented shower steamer.

“may i?” she turned to you, toying with the hem of your top. you smiled and nodded, lifting your arms up so she could remove it.

there was no rush, no lust in anyones eyes, no thirst waiting to be quenched.

she picked you up so she could more comfortably take off your shorts you had on, leaving a few kisses around your knees as she made her way down. she pulled her own tshirt off quick, but you beat her to her basketball shorts. hands on her hips, slowly pushing the shorts down for her.

after standing up, billie popped open your bra from the front before you could realize she did it, letting the dainty lace practically drip off your shoulders.

“cheeky,” you mumbled behind a giggly smirk.

“bub you’ve got goosies,” pointing to the goosebumps rising on your arms.

“m’cold out here,” you giggled.

quick enough, the rest of your clothes were off, and billie was helping you into the shower. she always held the glass door open, and held your hand “in case you slip” she would always say.

the frosted glass closed behind her, and almost immediately she engulfed you in a hug, letting the steamy water warm you two up.

“let’s just stay like this for a while, yeah?” she kissed your jaw.

“yeah.” you snuck your arms around her waist tighter, kissing her collarbone.