tumblr just recommended a klance blog to me as ‘in my orbit’, is that an april fool’s joke?
illmamnim
royal-raccoon
not to glorify the early years tumblr hellscape but this site was infinitely better when you could block anon hate and then immediately find out who was sending it by checking your blocklist and i for one propose that we bring that back. no rights for cowards.
royal-raccoon
lunian
weedle-testaburger
jewcree
“she-ra is queerbaiting” oh ladies we are Not doing this today
i havent seen a single scene from this show but it takes 1 second of critical thinking to know that a lesbian creator dancing around censorship & having gay subtext is astronomically different from straight creators dangling around gay rep like a donkey with a carrot and stick
weedle-testaburger
3rd-master-makarov
good morning! what a wonderful day to normalize straight girls having crushes on trans guys and straight guys having crushes on trans girls!
terfs don;t even fuckign look at this post thanks
AND NORMALIZE CIS LESBIANS HAVING CRUSHES ON TRANS WOMEN AND CIS GAY MEN HAVING CRUSHES ON TRANS MEN
(via @kayas-wife)
splitting-infinities
Magnetized
A Miraculous Ladybug Reveal Fanfiction
Summary: After the events of Oblivio, something about Chat Noir and Ladybug’s kiss forged a bond that draws them together, despite their memory loss. Meanwhile, the universe seems insistent that Marinette and Adrien reunite, but this has some drawbacks. Namely, they can’t seem to stop holding hands.
At school the day after Oblivio, Adrien is cramming books into his locker when it happens. There’s a tingle against his right palm, like wind passing across his skin. Bewildered, he looks around, wondering if maybe it’s a draft from one of the windows, but none of them are open. Nobody else seems to have had the curious sensation, because the hallway is bustling with students going about their normal routines. It’s a normal Wednesday for everyone else. But yesterday wasn’t normal for Adrien.
Yesterday, he kissed Ladybug, and can’t for the life of him figure out how it happened.
He does one more glance around, and the tingling intensifies into a distinct warmth. As if someone is holding his hand. He nearly drops his book bag and glances over his shoulder again, wondering if this is some kind of medical emergency. Is this a symptom for something? Maybe he should have paid more attention in anatomy.
Then he notices Marinette. She has her locker door open, so he can’t see her face, but she is opening and closing her left hand, as if she’s having the same problem. Adrien finishes unloading his books, grabs his math notes, and wanders over to her. She closes her locker door at that very moment, and suddenly they’re face to face. Her eyes widen and she jumps back, arms flailing. A few students around them duck to avoid getting hit.
“Agh! You scared me! How long have you been standing there?”
He can’t help but smile. “Sorry! Not long, I literally just walked up.”
“Oh. Hi?”
“Hi.” He’s never really noticed before, but Marinette’s eyes are really, really blue. Like the ocean. Peaceful, deep, mysterious. A riptide, pulling him in.
“D-Did you…need something?”
He blinks, startled. “Oh right.” Now that he thinks about it, it feels weird to ask if something’s wrong with her hand. “Uh, never mind.”
They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, before Adrien’s hand moves of its own volition. It seems Marinette’s does the same thing, because the hands meet mid-distance between them and interlock fingers. They both stare in horror; they’re holding hands.
Never mind how right it feels to be connected to her (which…why is Adrien even thinking that?), this should not be happening. What is going on?
Adrien wrestles his hand away, which is harder than he expected. It’s like pulling two strong magnets apart. He feels strangely disappointed when he’s finally able to get free, though this thought is quickly surpassed by the fact that he is completely mortified. “I…I am so sorry. I have no idea what just happened.”
“Me either,” Marinette says faintly. “We should…um…go to class.”
“Yeah.”
They part eagerly, and Adrien doesn’t have to look in the reflection of the glass door to his classroom to know his face is beet red. And the worst thing? The curious sensation of someone holding his hand is still there. And it’s getting worse.
ruinedchildhood