𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

*jaws theme intensifies*

i want these teens to act like actual teens. use gen z slang like "rizz" and "skibidi toilet" and "on god".

setting up my thumbelina ( don bluth 1994 film ) blog tonight. please look forward to it. :))))

it's interesting to me that chloe's new model is depicted with even more bee imagery, despite her no longer being the holder of the bee miraculous. i don't believe for a second that asstruck put any forethought into a redemption arc since he's been drinking that chloe haterade from the beginning; but, i personally just like to believe chloe is so deep in denial at the moment about losing everyone and everything that she is literally grasping at straws to cling to her old, spoiled life.

i was saying to cece a few days ago, it's very telling that the short clip we see of chloe, she's trying to find a new minion and appears to be entirely alone in the video. i want to believe this is insight into chloe being isolated and proof that she 1) hasn't made any efforts towards change and 2) hasn't made any new friends in london because of it. because if she wanted to actually rub it in that she was so much better off, why not show off all her new friends?

she can't. because she doesn't have any.

but again, i don't trust asstruck or his ability to make chloe anything other than the bully or the villain.

wow i can't believe baby sabrina and baby chloe are in the new leo movie coming to netflix

❝ You should tell him, you know, ❞ Marinette says, not looking up from the baking pan where she's very carefully squeezing batter from a pastry bag for the fourth of the six batches of macarons she's been baking for the class Christmas party. She'd invited Chloe over to help—and she had, for all of one batch, which Marinette calls a win—and now that they're a little over the half-way point and there's no risk of any baking mishaps, it feels like a safe time to broach the topic. ❝ Luka, I mean. He probably already knows, but... you should tell him anyway. That you like him. I think that would mean more to him than anything you could buy him. ❞

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐀  𝐁𝐀𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.  More  than  once,  Marinette  had  smacked  her  hand  away  from  the  bag.  An  effort  in  futility.  Chloé's  response  had  been  a  simple  'I'm  checking  the  bag  for  freshness!'  as  if  the  bag  wasn't  half  empty  already.  Otherwise,  the  atmosphere  was  remarkably  uneventful.  It  was  a  record  for  the  Chloé's  Redemption  book.  She's  popping  yet  another  chip  into  her  mouth  when  Marinette  speaks  her  third  worst  fear  into  existence.

            The  blonde  immediately  chokes.

            ❝   What  are  you  talking  about,  Marin—ette?   ❞  The  accusation  comes  as  soon  as  she  recovers.  The  shock  is  so  apparent,  she  nearly  reverts  to  calling  her  Marinella  and  just  barely  catches  herself.  Her  face  has  gone  red  from  embarrassment.  ❝   What,  in  all  of  France,  makes  you  think  I  like  Luka  Couffaine?   ❞

            She  doesn't  know  what  is  worse  —  that  Marinette  is  spot-on  (  ha  )  with  her  intuition,  or  that  she'd  been  so  careless  in  hiding  it,  that  the  girl  could  tell.  Marinette.  This  is  the  girl  who  made  her  crush  on  Adrien  so  painfully  obvious  it  was  a  wonder  how  the  model  hadn't  picked  up  on  it  yet  himself  when  the  rest  of  Paris  had.  He  was  so  dense.  And  Marinette  was  so  embarrassing.

            They  were  perfect  for  each  other.

            Chloé  laughs,  a  little  more  unkind  than  she'd  meant  to.  She's  just  mad  at  herself  for  letting  her  tells  slip.  ❝   That's  rich  coming  from  you.  Have  you  told  Adrien  yet?   ❞  Maybe  if  she  can  deflect  this  back  on  Marinette,  they  can  forget  about  this  whole  thing  and  stop  talking  about  it.

" I thought I told you that I don't need your help! " his tone is sharp, like a knife slicing through as he takes a defensive step back before turning his attention towards....anything else that wasn't her. " You're wasting your time, I know you're here because of your old man and mine, so you can quit while you're ahead. " / REVERSE ADRIEN TO REVERSE CHLOE LET'S GO

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. Her hand, which had reached out to grab his own, hovers in the air before slowly dropping back to her side. Chloé bites her lip, feeling the sting of tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. But she won't cry. The last thing Adrien needs right now is her crying, even if it feels like he's drifting further and further away from her. Out of reach.

They used to be so close when they were little. She doesn't know what happened. Maybe the chasm had started opening after his mother died. Chloé couldn't pinpoint an exact time when things changed, but now it felt like an impossible stretch of distance laid between them — a distance she didn't know how to bridge, not when she didn't know what was bothering him.

If only she had reached out sooner. If only she had paid more attention!

❝ Adrien... ❞ Her voice is uncharacteristically quiet. ❝ I'm not here because of my father, or your father, or anyone else. I'm here because I'm your friend. I'm worried about you! ❞

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003)

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

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