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stagemanagerssaygo:

soundssimpleright:

3go:

i downloaded this god damn episode just so everyone could watch this fukkin clip

The feedback bit is inspired.

Accurate.

I laugh way too hard at this every time I see it it’s too real lmao

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PILLOWFORT GIVEAWAY

In light of the new community guidelines here on tumblr, now seems like a great time to do a giveaway of my extra @pillowfort-io registration keys. Their site is down for a few days, so I’m gonna wait until Thursday to draw names. Likes and reblogging count, you have until noon EST on Thursday! I’ve got nine available codes. Have at ye!

A Hairy Situation

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“You don’t understand how bad this is!” Chat whined, his
face buried in his hands.

“It’s just a haircut, kitty,” Ladybug encouraged. “It will
grow back.”

“Nooooo,” he whined. “You don’t understand. My dad is going to kill
me.”

“For a haircut?” Ladybug deadpanned.

Chat looked on the verge of tears when he nodded.

Ladybug sighed. “Kitty, it will be fine. It’s not like
Juleka is going to give you a mohawk or anything like that.”

“He’s still going to kill me.”

Ladybug sighed. “Well, will he kill you less for the haircut
or for the chunk of hair missing in the back of your head.”

Chat whimpered.

Ladybug looked at the back of his head, the one with a chunk
of hair missing from it thanks to the latest crazed fan.

She wished it would have been an akuma. Then she could have
fixed the damage. But no, crazed fan with a death wish it was.

She really felt bad for him. But she was also thankful it
wasn’t her hair that was cut.

“Kitty, I know for a fact Juleka will do an amazing job
styling your hair.”

Juleka nodded. “My brother and I do each other’s hair all
the time. I promise it will look good.”

“See?” Ladybug encouraged.

Chat whimpered once again. “I guess you’re right,” he
relented.

“If it’s any consolation,” Ladybug said, “I like your hair,
but I’m certain you’ll look great with shorter hair, too. You’re quite the
looker.”

She hoped to draw a smile out of him, but it didn’t help in
the slightest. “My dad. Is going. To kill
me.”

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