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I think we don't appreciate pre-ts Usopp because people keep thinking with their dicks. I know his boobs are awesome after the time skip, but look at this silly little guy. Love of my life.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Day 10

Friday

Isolation

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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He’s been going to the Francois-Dupont for years now but still wasn’t feeling like he was a part of the inner circle. Like sure he was in the class but he also wasn’t.

He was never there when they hung out at the weekends or after school. And it wasn’t like they aren’t inviting him to tag along, they ask every time, he’s just never allowed.

Sometimes, like right now, the group phones him so he can somehow be there to.

Marinette who is holding the phone sat down next to Alix who was putting on her rollerblades and Nathaniel who is trying to sketch out a new part of the next comic.

“Hey, Kim, can you do a plank, please?”

Kim, Alya and Max stood a bit further from the others talking about something Adrien couldn’t understand through the phone. However, at the mention of Kim’s name they walked over.

“Hey!” Alix punches Nathaniel’s shoulder “I can do a plank too, you know.”

“I know, but you don’t have the kind of statue I’m trying to draw.”

The conversation went on and on and it was great to spend time with his friends but it wasn’t the same.

He just wasn’t a part of the group.

He often felt like no one really took notice of him in those moments. He was happy but still, he just wanted to be there, with them.

He’s just tired of being isolated from... everything.

Day 2

Thursday

Fashion/ Modeling

@adrienagresteseptember2021

He had NO sense of fashion, like zero. It was just... non existent.

That meant his father chose his clothing, mostly. Because from now on Adrien wants to choose his own clothing, and to prove to his father that he’s able to do so, he’s going to design something.

His first idea was to make a fashion line, but that would maybe be a bit much, Plagg’s opinion, not his.

“Kid, what are you doing?” Plagg was swallowing Camembert and suspiciously eyeing Adrien.

“I’m taking my measurements.” Adrien tried to press the band to his body, stepping on one end and holding the other pressed to his chest with his chin.

“You know, you could ask your dad or pigtail girl to help you. Your dad does this as a job and pigtail girl hast this as her hobby-“

“No. I need to do this in my own.”

“Su-“ The rest of the word was a loud burp sounding somewhat like ‘re’.

“One; this morning s gross. Two; you’re a Guinea pig. And three; get over here and tell me if this is a 17 or 77!”

“I thought you didn’t need help.”

“Well, it’s-“

“A 77. Even though I don’t know why you’ve put that thing like that. You won’t be able to make anything with that.”

Adrien dropped the band, knowing how dumb he must have looked.

“And what du you know about this?”

“If you believe it or not, I’ve maybe stalked your father during you were homework.”

“Too much information, Plagg. Just take the measurements, please.”

A few minutes later Adrien had his measurements and tried to calculate them with the fabrics and the cuts, which was quite easy as he printed a life sized pattern from the internet in his size.

The night before he had snuck the needed materials from his father’s work space.

He wanted a black hoodie with nearly invisible neon green dots on them and washed out black jeans with a crimson red stripe at each side.

In the end he had something black you could perhaps call an oversized T-shirt in black, with giant green dots painted on them, by himself, cause his father didn’t have the fabric he wanted.

And something went wrong with the pants too. They were a single circle, with one opening, the opening you got in. Which was in Adriens favor. But sadly he only found red jeans fabric, so he used this and Plagg drew a black line around the loop-trouser with a marker.

Adrien still wore it.

He couldn’t walk, so he sat in his spinning chair, with wheels.

He had asked Nathalie to schedule an appointment at the mansions cat walk.

She, Gabriel and Gorilla were waiting for something to happen. And then music started and Adrien wheeled himself down the catwalk trying to be on beat.

He maybe didn’t get a completely own choosing of his wardrobe. But he got to spend time with his father who taught him to sew in the example of Adriens design, how to take measurements, designed a for-fun-only fashion line and chose outfits with Adrien together that they both agreed on he could wear.

So yeah, it turned out pretty well. Maybe not as planned, but still good.

Palestinians in the West Bank tearing down the apartheid wall.

Credit to @caniscathexis for showing me this

Gaius, to Merlin: Wonderful! Camelot's fate is in the hands of an idiot!

Merlin, motioning to him and Arthur: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Day 19

Sunday

Roses

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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“Maybe she doesn’t like roses, kid. Maybe she’s more into tulips or Lotuses.”

“Everyone likes roses, Plagg.”

“Whatever.”

Adrien moves closer to the screen. Scrolling through the garden site.

“Here! Yellow stands for friendship. She has to accept this one. I’m sure.”

“Finally. You’ve been searching for hours.”

“But is this really the right one?”

“Here we go again. Adrien, kid, listen, you did so much to find the perfect rose and if she doesn’t like it then that’s her fault.”

“But-“

“And if you want we can call a flower store and ask them, they know such things.”

“I’ll do that.”

“...”

“They aren’t picking up.”

“Adrien, it’s the middle of the night, they have closed.”