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chapter 5: february
summary:
“These things do not concern you,” Papa told him flatly. “I will run my household however I see fit. Your concerns are with your schoolwork and your modeling.”
Blood pumped heavy and fast through Adrien’s heart. That wasn’t—fair. Concern was about all he was capable of these days.
“And what about Maman?” Adrien asked, exhausted, reckless. “May I be concerned about Maman?”
Something shifted on Papa’s face, all his emotions smothered in stone.
excerpt:
The best day of Adrien’s life was eight months and six days ago. No contest.
It was a crisp kind of cold that day, the Paris sky blooming a bright and brilliant blue overhead. The sun pierced right through the brisk February air, a shock of spearmint and adrenaline in his veins. He couldn’t stop widening his eyes, couldn’t stop smiling. The city was so alive. Strains of love songs poured out of open cafe doors and onto tourists, their hands full of red roses and lovers’ hands. The cobblestones sang with the patters of paired footsteps all down the street. It was the city of love always, but today especially. Today Adrien was made of the stuff, just bursting with it.
And, like every other day in the running for the best of his life, Marinette was there.
“You’d better not pull anything,” she warned, tightening her grip on his hand as they passed by a tourist couple looking very… engrossed with each other in the middle of the street. “And—and if you do, you have to tell me. Right now.”
Marinette’s brow was lightly furrowed, the bridge of her nose just barely scrunched up. Her hair was pulled half-back with a pink ribbon, matching the shade of the skirt she wore beneath her velvety black peacoat. Her Mary Janes clipped anxiously down the road and Adrien’s heart danced and swelled and spun in his chest.
“Pull something? Me?” Adrien stepped aside so their arms were outstretched, and then pulled at Marinette’s fingers, sending her tumbling back into his arms. She looked up at him, trying to frown, smiling. He grinned. “I would never.”
“I’m serious.” Marinette untangled herself from his arms and interlocked her fingers again with his. Her hand was the warmest thing in the world. She looked at him sternly, wagging a finger in his face. “I need to know so I can—prepare. Especially if it’s something crazy. No funny business.”
“Marinette,” he moaned, draping a wounded hand over his heart. One corner of his mouth quirked into a smile, eyes darting to meet her gaze. “You think I’m funny?”
She groaned. “I think you‘re—I think you’re ridiculous, and sappy, and romantic, and I think it’s Valentine’s Day in Paris”—this part she shouted, which drew a few stares—“and I think you’re about to take me on an insanely adorable date, and I think Alya took me to get my nails done last week—!”
“You’re so thoughtful,” Adrien remarked, swinging their hands back and forth. “And observant. What a beautiful mind you have, my lady.”
“You have to tell me,” Marinette insisted. She stopped them on the street and frowned at him, pink flushing the apples of her cheeks. “Is it—are you—?”
“Hm?” Adrien murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. Marinette’s cheeks went ablaze.
“I—you—you know what I mean!” she spluttered. “Are you gonna…you know!”
He tilted his head to the side. “Am I…?”
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'The next time Lena sees Kara, the blonde is 25, and she's in Thorul as a diplomat, to again try to convince Lex to stop the war, to see if they could come up with a solution.
The moment she sees Kara again, it's like everyone and everything else has come to a standstill, and maybe Lena has always been more than a little in love with Kara. She looks incredibly handsome, with a dark coat with gold thread sewn into it with beautiful designs and her family crest.'
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Rant time!
I'm so, so sick and tired of seeing AI "art" everywhere on my dash. There is no escaping it.
The awesome art noveau building front? AI. The gorgeous porcelain flowers? AI. The fluffy mushroom armchairs? AI. The supercute pre-war Steve and Bucky fanart? AI. The beautiful embroidery of blooming flower meadows? AI. The fun lettuce bed? AI. The gasp-worthy stained glass furniture made from "recycled" plastic? You guessed it: Fucking AI!
To be clear, I'm not calling out people who have unknowingly reblogged AI "art"—it's happened to me, too. Several times even. All I'm asking is that people who feel they absolutely have to share their AI "creations" with the world stop pretending and instead clearly label them as such so that others can make an informed decision as to whether or not they want to have them on their blogs. Nobody has time to put in 10 minutes of fucking detective work to ensure the authenticity of an image every time something about it seems even slightly suspicious.
I'm aware that many of the accounts that share things like the above are aesthetic blogs churning out 50 posts a day and they do not give a fuck. I am also not naive enough to believe that all this can be reversed—that we can somehow put AI back in its box. That ship has sailed. It has taken off into space, never to return.
But maybe we can at least stop lying about it? At least in our fan communities?
So. I am directly addressing the people who pass off AI-generated fanart as their own work. Please stop. Have some respect for your fellow fans. Have some respect for the many artists who have spent years teaching themselves to draw, and even more years to improve their skills, to find & perfect their personal styles, and who spend days or even weeks working on their creations. Have some respect for the new artists who are just starting out and who are still struggling and feeling insecure about sharing their work, which may not be technically perfect, but which they have put so much heart and soul into.
Have some respect—maybe at least for yourself—and stop lying.
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