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Anonymous asked:

Cultural appropriation is such bullshit. People should be able to wear whatever they want!

geekremix answered:

Sometimes I wonder what my great grandfather was thinking when he was forced to burn and bury his japanese heirlooms, and watch his family get put in concentration camps. While the rest of his family burned in a nuclear fire.

And if he could guess that white weeboos will one day be wearing kimonos and holding katanas, while telling his great grandchildren how to say their own names. 

Do you think he would think the world unfair? That the people who took everything from him, got to wear his inheritance? 

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It was a quiet night in Paris. The stars glistened overhead, barely visible through all the light pollution the city was putting out. Chat Noir sat on a rooftop, staring into the darkness, seemingly lost in thought. So lost, in fact, that he didn’t even notice Ladybug sit down next to him. 

“Hey, Chat,” She said, swinging her legs over the edge. The words startled the boy so much, he almost fell off the building. A grin soon appeared on his face as he tried to cover up his mishap.

“Hello, my lady,” he replied. “What are you doing up here?”

“I saw you up here, and I thought something might be going on.”

“Nothing is going on, not anything bad,” Chat smiled at her, but she could easily see the sadness behind it.

“What’s wrong?” Immediately, her expression changed. She leaned in closer, as if examining him to figure out the source of his sadness.

“Don’t worry about me,” he sighed, and tried to flash another grin at her, but Ladybug wasn’t buying it.

“I always worry about you. Now tell me what’s wrong.” Her eyes were filled with concern, and Chat Noir knew arguing was pointless.

“It’s me. Me when I’m not Chat. The me you don’t know.” Chat sighed again, looking down. He swallowed heavily before continuing. “I feel so… trapped. I’m told what to do, what to eat, how to dress, and basically everything else.“ 

Ladybug put a hand on his shoulder, and scooted a little closer to him. "What about your friends?" 

Chat Noir shook his head sadly. "I’m friendly with everyone, but I really only have one friend.”

“I know the feeling. I only hang out with one other person, too. In fact, my best friend is the girl who runs the Ladyblog!” Ladybug said, immediately regretting it. Why would she talk about herself? She was so busy mentally kicking herself, she didn’t even notice Chat Noir’s head shoot up.

“What did you say?” His voice was urgent, and very unexpected.

“The Ladyblog. You don’t know what it is?” Ladybug asked, confused. 

“Of course I know what it is. I also know that it’s run by a girl in my class." 

Ladybug stopped at stared at him for a long time before responding. "That’s not possible. She’s in my class.” Chat Noir looked at her with such skepticism and disbelief that she felt the need to defend herself. “Alya, the girl who runs it, she’s in my class!”

“Alya’s in my class, Ladybug.” Chat said, so quietly it was almost a whisper. 

Ladybug bit down on her tongue to stop a scream from escaping her mouth. Her whole body went on defense mode. She went rigid and leaned away from Chat Noir, trying not to let her face give away the fact that she was freaking out.

“I sit pretty much right in front of her,” he went on, mostly to himself. “Her best friend is…” He stopped and looked at her as if truly seeing her for the first time. Ladybug contemplated whether or not just flinging herself off the building would be a better idea. "Marinette?“

OH GOSH OH GOSH OH GOSH IM WEARING THE STUPID GRIN I GET WHEN I READ GOOD THINGS YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB WITH THIS ASGHJGGJHG I AM VERY MUCH COMPELLED TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR IT BUT I AM HORRRIBLY BACKLOGGED IN ART OBLIGATIONS BUT THEN AGAIN MY SENSE OF PRIORITY IS BROKEN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG ML FIC submission
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