I AM NOT JOHN LENNON

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i watched whiplash recently

yeah I'll entertain the idea of lukadrien but only if they're a deeply closeted queer politician and his advisor and I can talk about how they way each of them does coke is indicative of their equally awful yet contrasting personalities

“Adrien, calm down.”

“Calm down?! My entire political career has gone down the shitter and you just expect me to ‘calm down’?!” Adrien shouted. Taking in a sharp breath, he cradled his brow bone between his index finger and thumb, thinking for a moment. None of it was good. “My wife. I’ll have to tell her tonight before she finds out from the press—If she hadn’t been told already. God, I’ve lost my job and my marriage.”

“There’s ways to come back from this,” Luka reassured him. “Worse people have recovered. You’ve got a pretty face, I’m sure that’ll do you some favors.”

Adrien raised his head again to look Luka in the eye. “You don’t get it. I can’t come back from this—Not with what I sold myself as. Prime Minister Adrien Agreste isn’t meant to make mistakes even half as severe as this.”

“Mistakes?” Luka asked, his words carrying the question of ‘As in getting fucked in the bathroom?’.

“Mistakes.”

‘As in you’, was what Adrien meant. The look in his eyes gave all the confirmation Luka needed.

“M. Agreste, I.. I apologize for this brief honesty, truly, I do. But you’re not infallible. Something like this was going to happen eventually. If not me, then someone else.”

“Get out of my office, Couffaine.”

“-You can throw me away now that I’m no longer useful to you, now that you realize you’re finally being cost something, but this is just as much your fault as it is mine!”

“Couffaine, I told you I want you out of my office.”

“Was this always going to happen, Adrien? Even if we were never caught?”

“OUT!”

Adrien slammed his open palm onto the surface of his desk, the other arm pointing straight to the door. Luka’s jaw clenched as he stepped back.

“Fine. But my help, M. Prime Minister, is the only thing you have left.” Luka snatched his coat from where it was draped over one of the chairs in Adrien’s office. “I’ll let you think of what you want to say for a bit for when you come crawling back to me.”

yeah I'll entertain the idea of lukadrien but only if they're a deeply closeted queer politician and his advisor and I can talk about how they way each of them does coke is indicative of their equally awful yet contrasting personalities

Adrien Agreste is someone who has had such an iron-fisted grip on his public perception for so long that there's really nothing underneath it. He takes a perverse sense of pride in being a public darling—handsome, intelligent, nearly perfect—so much so that he just prefers to default to making decisions about his personal life that prioritize his image over what he really wants. (This would, theoretically, include heterosexual marriage and children because that is simply just what a man has to do eventually.) His early years were spent being a kiss-ass and building up a spectacular track record, and now he has the nice job of Prime Minister to show for it. I'd assume his party is probably center-left.

He meticulously lines up coke with a card (preferably not his own) before snorting it. He's excessively orderly in that regard, likes to keep things as neat as possible because then if it's cleanly he can tell himself he's at least not like the others in his party—the no-good rowdy nitwits they are.

Luka Couffaine is—well, I haven't decided what he does yet, but it puts him in close proximity to Adrien often, without him being beholden to the same sort of public standards Adrien might be. He's more openly gay and relatively unashamed about it, and while Adrien may hold some power over him as his employer or the man Luka reports to, Luka holds all of the emotional power in the relationship because he is the only one who is willing to admit when he really wants things (and, also, is able to call Adrien out on his bullshit). Luka stays working for Adrien because he is genuinely fascinated by him, and, later on, gets off on the fact that he knows things about the Prime Minister that nobody else will ever know.

Luka is less persnickety about lining it up and won't roll up bills the way Adrien would because he thinks that makes Adrien look like a wimp. He's much more inclined to rub it onto his gums as well, since there's less precision involved and he doesn't mind the way it makes him look.

no, no, you misunderstand. it's actually always been centimonsters, as in centum or "hundred", and this is because there are only one hundred that are feasibly possible to make. now, i dunno if its one hundred types or emotions or monsters in general, but i do know is that once you try to hit 101 the miraculous isn't gonna work, ok?

historically, some holders of the butterfly and peacock miraculous have found it useful to keep track of how strong the emotions they used to create a particular akuma/amok were; they'd measure the strength of the emotions in sentimeters

Erst kommt stahl

Dann kommt die wut

partners in crime

37 people were illegally detained in Bellingham, Washington for the ‘crime’ of speaking Spanish. This is so fucking inhumane and cruel

⬆️ racial unity now is matching funds for the detainees and their families. please help if you can.

it's shameful how long i had to look to find an article covering this story that gives more information besides saying "37 undocumented workers were arrested wednesday." cascadia news and the AP were the only sources i found that include any journalism whatsoever beyond the police report.

Hey, this is local for me. It would mean a lot if you could help out even a little bit.

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS FUCK ASS DRSEING IVE HAD SITRING IN IBIS PAIJTNSHSJSJJS

Anyways this is my redesign for Marinette <333 (even tho you can't see her fully LMAO) for my auuuu ! I tried to do a couple of new things with the drawing and honestly I really like how it turned out defo one of my fav things I've drawn so far:)

"Saturn you cant just redesign your au whenever you want its confusing—" shhhhhh there was no redesign. This is how it always was. There is no previous design dont check the tags just trust me....

Does anybody get my vision. is anyone picking up what i'm putting down here

If TWEoS doesn't have the senti stuff what's stopping me from making the tibet trip a vanity project. What's stopping me from having Emilie and Gabriel fly out to Qamdo in the fall of 1989 with a team of archeologists led by some poor undergraduate who just happened to be one of the only researchers in the world with a speciality in arcane artifacts that are barely even more than legend—

Emilie takes every opportunity to pose near almost anything she finds particularly "exotic", the way she drapes her hand over the baby bump on her stomach already practiced to perfection. Gabriel is collecting every swatch of fabric he can, looking for patterns to copy and iconography to borrow all for a new fashion line: the fashion line that is, in all truth, an alibi. In his head, he's already planning to force the team that's no doubt scouring the mountains into NDAs before they can leave the country—No, kill them if he can. Mlle. Sancoeur all but confirmed his suspicions that what they're looking to bring him are sources of almost limitless power. Nobody that he hasn't given explicit permission to know shall know of it.

Free Tibet gets lip service in the February 1990 Haute Couture exhibition. Emilie models a dress embroidered with pairs of golden fish, but the way she walks makes it obvious that she's truly showing off her 8 months of pregnancy.

This is really funny to me cause you could probably argue bringing the results of your geezer of a husband hitting it raw for half a year and forcing it to endure an elevation increase of 4,465m (14,469ft) in -5°C weather is like. prepartum child endangerment but hey she has mother's intuition clearly she knows what she's doing right