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Literally sobbing. A judge, a US judge defended us. A judge brought up intersex people, uaing the term intersex, to *defend* us by not allowing our erasure. I'm having a lot of feelings right now

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

My friend and I respectively as I finished reading this.

ML Ficlet: Seafoam

Just something I threw together. Felt compelled to write it. A dedication to Luka Couffaine.

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“The Little Mermaid” a fairy tale that many have read and loved. It was the favorite story of a certain musician with teal tipped. The tale of a mermaid with a beautiful voice who fell in love and gave her voice up for a chance to win over their true love.

Luka loved that story, it was a tale he would have his mother read to him many times in his younger days. His passion for music and life living on a boat had him develop a relation to this mythical character. He dreamed of finding a love so strong that he would give up everything to win her over.

In walked in Marinette Dupain Cheng, a talented designer with a soul that sang with a melody that would make angels weep for joy. Luka could see her caring heart, he could say that he had found his prince or in this case, princess.

As he got closer to her, he realized that her heart belonged to another, a blond model by the name of Adrien Agreste. He was a good guy, he was caring and courteous, it was obvious to see why Marinette fell for him. This did not deter him, for Adrien was not in love with Marinette, his heart belonged to another, he still felt he had a chance.

He felt something strange that day after the chaos at the ice rink. He had his chance to sweep her off her feet, have her give up on the boy she loved. But he didn’t, his heart was yelling at him. He decided to encourage her to go after him. The baker girl smiled and kissed his cheek, thanking him as she left to go after another guy.

It was a strange feeling, he felt good. He watched as the girl he loved ran after another guy and he felt happy about it. He decided that it must be that he wanted her to have no regrets, he wanted to win her over fairly. That was what he told himself.

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He did his best to win her over, showering her with praise, supporting her at every turn, he even lost his voice in order to defend her. Each step he was getting closer to her.

Another chance came, he wrote her a song. He thought he had finally encapsulated the feelings he had for her, but she wasn’t ready to hear it, not yet. He saved her again, after that, she was ready to hear his song.

For a time, she seemed happy with him, she would listen to him play, she would support him and the band. For her, he would listen to her vent, try her designs, and tasted her baked goods. No one could ask for better, at least if they only saw the surface.

Luka could see that Marinette was still out of reach, something he couldn’t understand, something was keeping her from completely being with him. Soon enough he realized it, her heart still belonged to another.

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She was crying when she revealed it to him. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she couldn’t deny these feelings anymore.

He thought he would be angry, he thought he would go and fight for her, he thought he would feel betrayal, but he didn’t. He gave her a warm smile, and told her that he understood.

“Go to him.” His words reverberated in his head as he spoke them aloud.

Marinette smiled through her tears, thanking him for his understanding. She kissed his cheek and ran off. He watched as she ran off, determined to get the heart of another. He felt like he was standing on knives as he walked away.

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He saw her again weeks later. She was smiling again, her warmth radiating like the sun. She was holding hands with him, the boy she loved, the one she chose over him.

He felt his heart beat loudly as he saw them together, happy, enjoying the other’s presence. It was clear to him that he could never have that with her, and that was okay. It was actually perfect how it turned out.

He felt himself smile at the two, his heart light as Seafoam. He understood how she felt, that mermaid in the tragic story.

They had loved, they had given all they could for love, only to have it end with them losing their love to another. A doomed love, forever pining from afar, but happy that they got to experience the warmth of such a beautiful feeling. Happy for the one they love to find a person to love. This was the melody he was searching for, and he was loving every note.

"The Don't Say Gay Law has been cut down to size in more ways than this.

- LGBTQ+ students and staff may now be protected by anti-bullying and anti-discrimination measures

- Libraries are free to restock LGBTQ+ books

- LGBTQ+ topics may be discussed freely

GO CRY IN A CORNER RON

Florida teachers can discuss sexual orientation and gender ID under ‘Don’t Say Gay’ bill settlement

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Trump just showed America the reason he should never ever set foot in the Oval Office again. He is a national embarrassment.

hell hath no fury

Summary: Chat Blanc spoilers. Gabriel thought it’d be a good idea to bully a 14-year-old in front of her parents. Sabine would like him to reconsider his actions.

Notes: I’ve said this before, but it bugs me that Marinette’s parents didn’t really do much when Gabriel threatened her and Adrien other than throwing them out of the bakery. You can bet that if Marinette were my kid, there would’ve been a street fight (:

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Sabine Cheng considered herself a patient woman.

She had to be. She was a business owner, running one of Paris’ most successful bakeries. She was the wife of a man who wore his heart on his sleeve, prone to emotional outbursts when someone he loved was hurting. She was the mother of the most wonderful girl on the planet, who sometimes struggled to find her own footing in the world.

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