Max Is Actually So Chill It’s So Funny. Like Ok Yeah Ladybug I Promise I Won’t Gaf About Akumas Unless

amelie must have been used to men like Colt, right? it doesn’t take an Emilie of the world to know pompous, rude, arrogant men. they’ve crowded their father’s study since she was old enough to have that heavy mahogany door slammed in her face, once catching her finger in the jamb. on top of that, their father was one. they’re all over history, these evil-rooted men, and their caricatures riddle all of the books amelie reads—the irony there, however, is that they usually have a satisfyingly grim end. a comeuppance.

I think she’d learn quickly—too quickly—that was saved her all of those years under the GDV roof was her status as an heiress, a daughter, a backup to her sister, the rumors said. a wife, however? that’s owned. dowry, land, bonds, your allegiance and duty and subservience is no longer to a family with roots but a man with a fist and a lineage to build.

you can’t sell off your daughter with bruises mapping her body, but no one blinks when the wife blames her fatigue and soreness on pregnancy troubles, or when she wears long sleeved shirts. that’s modesty—what a good wife! the prized pig get sold to market.

so I think there’s an early version of amelie fathom who dared to talk back. who, thanks to her sister, knew how to quip. amelie is quick witted and sharp, after all. and I think that’s where my mind goes, that moment before she’s first hit. you never expect it, sometimes you’re ironically smiling, like you’ve actually won. and then your ear is ringing and there’s bile in your throat and if this is real, why isn’t she in her body anymore? weightless, floaty, like when her and emilie would hang their heads upside down from tree branches.

The Stranger has that quote like, the best thing the condemned can hope for is that the blade doesn’t fail the first time. I think she suffers that long, protracted death. I think a lot about that moment, the last one where she thinks she might be able to handle Colt.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.

guys sorry im not over her yeehaw hat. bc it did nothing so it honestly just feels like when she lucky charmed tikki went yoooo u have this under control i just thought you’d look really sick in this. and she did

this song is so ladrien coded i am NOT normal about these two

Animorphs books be like

Page 1: I am a child soldier. My every waking moment is defined by fear and paranoia. My dreams are full of unprocessed trauma. The fate of the entire world rests on me and my friends. I failed my geography test because I do not know the difference between Equator and Ecuador. Also, I'm really hazy on the difference between geography and geology. Again, the fate of the world rests on my shoulders.

Page 13: <Now THAT is a sexy monkey>

Page 26: *The dopest animal fact you've ever heard*

Page 27: Do you know about thermals? You do? Too bad, I'm going to explain them again.

Page 36: *fart joke fart joke 90's pop culture reference barf joke*

Page 40: Rachel kills someone with her bear hands. Not a typo.

Pages 3,15,16,25,26,30,33,37,40,44,46,50,55,56,57,60: TSEEEEEEEEEEEER!

Page 47: I willed my bones to melt faster. If there was a single bone in my body in the next ten seconds, everyone I ever loved of cared about would die an excruciating death.

Page 50: Funny alien thinks he's people.

Last page: *The gang goes to Burger King to avoid thinking about their war crimes*

she is her fathers daughter after all..

shaking and biting and clenching my fists so hard

go talk to the melody boy already

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miraculous ladybug seasons 1-3 ladynoir + text posts