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Day 4 of Sadrien Week! Today's prompt is Memories. I thought it would be a good time to take a look at Adrien's desk and see all the stuff he's collected since he's started school. @sadrien-week

YOU’RE MY FRIEND NOW 🐝

twisting and bitturning

ranmaru is VERY ashamed to go and buy makeup but unfortunately his lip tint has a very heartbreaking quality of running out. it wouldn't be as bad if he could order it from a website but the tint was so loved and used that the shade name rubbed off completely so ranmaru HAS to go to the cosmetic store to try to find it and he dresses up hiding himself as much as he possibly can: hoodie, cap, sun glasses, face mask, literally everything he can think of

and then ranmaru walks into the store only to spot tokiya not trying to hide himself at all and standing in the skincare section almost having a breakdown over the fact that his favourite cleanser was discontinued

Raccommodeuse, Part 7

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(I figured out how to upload this thing to ao3 so now it is there)

It's now clear that in the show the statue isn't in that park anymore, which is actually a relief, I'm glad they don't have to see it every day. But it's such a good imagery that I ran with it, too late to back down now!

everything else is the same

The loser himself ❤️

she is her fathers daughter after all..

amelie must have been used to men like Colt, right? it doesn’t take an Emilie of the world to know pompous, rude, arrogant men. they’ve crowded their father’s study since she was old enough to have that heavy mahogany door slammed in her face, once catching her finger in the jamb. on top of that, their father was one. they’re all over history, these evil-rooted men, and their caricatures riddle all of the books amelie reads—the irony there, however, is that they usually have a satisfyingly grim end. a comeuppance.

I think she’d learn quickly—too quickly—that was saved her all of those years under the GDV roof was her status as an heiress, a daughter, a backup to her sister, the rumors said. a wife, however? that’s owned. dowry, land, bonds, your allegiance and duty and subservience is no longer to a family with roots but a man with a fist and a lineage to build.

you can’t sell off your daughter with bruises mapping her body, but no one blinks when the wife blames her fatigue and soreness on pregnancy troubles, or when she wears long sleeved shirts. that’s modesty—what a good wife! the prized pig get sold to market.

so I think there’s an early version of amelie fathom who dared to talk back. who, thanks to her sister, knew how to quip. amelie is quick witted and sharp, after all. and I think that’s where my mind goes, that moment before she’s first hit. you never expect it, sometimes you’re ironically smiling, like you’ve actually won. and then your ear is ringing and there’s bile in your throat and if this is real, why isn’t she in her body anymore? weightless, floaty, like when her and emilie would hang their heads upside down from tree branches.

The Stranger has that quote like, the best thing the condemned can hope for is that the blade doesn’t fail the first time. I think she suffers that long, protracted death. I think a lot about that moment, the last one where she thinks she might be able to handle Colt.