In This House, We Support ADHD Marinette

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

boys can be awesome. Sometimes

men can be awesome.

I’ve been using up a lot of creativity for work, and my brain currently couldn’t come up with stories for my personal art. I really felt like making a comic for fun though. So that I don’t have to think, I redrew an old comic! Hehe. I always liked the idea of Ladybug wondering what kind of person Chat Noir is behind the mask. Old caption to my original Instagram post :

Finally - page 1 of my Miraculous Mentor AU webcomic A Matter of Trust! I'm so excited to finally start releasing this monster project! ( ♡ᗜ♡)

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marinette gets this symbol

like if he mentions his room? she would NEVER in a million years think of the grandiose room Adrien has in the Agreste house in the context of Chat Noir. her brain would likely come up with a dimly lit, smaller-to-average size room, probably a little messy, absolutely teeming with anime posters on the walls and a desk with a big monitor and a silly gamer chair with cat ears. just absolutely screaming personality.

and when Ladybug lets slip that she works for her parents? Chat Noir, who has been an employee of the Gabriel company for pretty much his entire cognizant life, would never have his go-to guess be his Lady being a baker’s daughter. No, his brain weirdly enough goes straight for her doing office-type work for her parents, even though she’s 14 and this makes literally no sense lol. (but he’s been extorted by his parents for his entire life so is that really shocking)

she’s always imagined he’d have siblings, but has never been able to decide if she thinks he’s the youngest or oldest

he’s always been fairly convinced she’s pretty athletic in her real life, and probably plays some sports competitively

I just love love love the idea of them being so absolutely flabbergasted when they find out bc they had all these ideas in their head they thought were on the right track and end up being beyond incorrect.

i just need a quiet place where i can scream how i love you