How-a-potato - Untitle

Gabriel: you’re both grounded! I want you BOTH in Adrien’s room so I can keep an eye on you two, you’re strictly forbidden from going outside!!

Adrien and Felix, with their collective braincells:

Batcat(s)

came across this really tender joe bowler illustration the other day, and i couldn't resist?? i was compelled.

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laundry days are the quietest days in the noceda household . therefore, camila’s favourite days . sequel to this

Tim doesn’t come out to the media, he just posts this as soon as June 1st hits and immediately turns off notifications , Bernard meanwhile is laughing like a madman next to him reading the comments 😌 Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈🌈

That’s what I was thinking about too.Because with all these students who so happens to be from influential back grounds( adrien’s dad and him being a model, Aurore being a slight celebrity, chloe’s parents, Alix’s dad, etc). It can be a assumed that the school is for important people or at least their kids. And shouldn’t that mean that security would be tighter? And if they are cameras and stuff, they should really check them more often:/

Was I the only one baffled that the school had NO security cameras to look at to see if Marinette really pushed Lila of the stairs?

They never mention any cameras at all It would’ve been easy to say they were under repair but no! Nothing is mentioned about them. Do they not have any cameras at all? If so,that’s convenient and Lila just doing this without checking for any cameras makes her seem reckless.

their dynamic is fun

Batcat shenanigans 🙈

B : *contemplating using physical force to get information out of A*

A : *not looking up from whatever their doing* I know what your thinking. And if you try it, your health bar is gonna be so low your going to need more then just 3 strong healing items.

imagine being a mind reader and trying to get some important information from me.

And all u get is me cycling though my memory for that one song, I vaguely heard the rhythm of while walking somewhere that morning, like a glitching playlist