Red and Blue make Purple

[relatablepicturesofcatnoir]

[miraculoushitposting]

THAT costume with THOSE shoes? nuh-uh honey I don’t think so

[ikimaru]

[huffylemon]

Harry Potter text posts

[crusanite]

[sjavftusifuj]

GOD PLEASE WATCH THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT

[crusanite]

[abbyhatake]

thi s

[crusanite]

[kersenwiek]

dream big, my son

[yaushie]

[le-charme-miraculeuse]

aesthetic: that dreamy look on Adrien’s face when he’s thinking about his Lady

[crusanite]

[leodewijs]

Some images from my last tutorial on background art. If you’re interested you read the full article here: http://bakenius.blogspot.nl/2015/11/backgrounddesign-how-to-look-for-visual.html

[stalking-kitty]

@dinofinger

[clairelutra]

Anonymous asked:

for science - marichat angst

fake married au

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (you are here!)

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In sickness and in health, Marinette reminded herself firmly, staring at the green swirls of glow-in-the-dark stars on her dorm room ceiling. In joy and in sorrow; at three P.M. and at three A.M..

The oxymoronic mess of guilty cat slumped artfully over her desk and chair sighed for the fifth time that hour, which was also the twelfth time since he’d crawled in her window just as she was finishing up tomorrow’s presentation two hours ago.

“Look,” she finally said, breaking the silence. “I’m not expecting you to stop liking Ladybug just because we put our names on a piece of paper and submitted it to the government.”

Because she was pretty damn sure that this was about that one unthinking comment she’d made in response to Chat’s flirtations earlier today.

Don’t you have a pretty little wife waiting for you at home?

If she could duct-tape past-Ladybug’s mouth shut, she would.

She sort of knew that Chat was the kind of person to value things like wedding vows and fidelity, no matter how forced the circumstances surrounding those vows had been, and she should have thought about that before opening her big, dumb mouth, but she didn’t.

And here he was.

“I swore to you—”

“—because of circumstances—”

“—that I would remain faithful to you—”

“—we aren’t even technically in a relationship—”

“—no matter what.”

Marinette sat up on her elbows to better glare at him.

Chat met her with a heartbreakingly earnest look and said, “And I keep my promises, Marinette.”

‘Marinette.’ Not 'Princess.’

Marinette was the one sighing then, flopping back onto the bed and, after a moment’s thought, lifting up the corner of her quilt.

When Chat made no move to join her, she scooted as far over as she could in her tiny twin bed and lifted the quilt a bit higher.

“In,” she commanded.

Chat got in.

“It’s too late for angst,” Marinette mumbled, wrapping her arms and quilt both around the sad kitty.

Mmmm, warm.

Chat had more body heat than she did, and hugging him felt like hugging someone who’d just been standing out in the sun. Marinette wrapped both of her legs around one of his and tucked her face against his collarbone, wondering idly if she could induce him to more sleepovers as her hot water bottle.

Chat breathed a laugh into her hair, hugging her with all his nice warmth in return. “Okay.”