is that why it looks off


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“Why doesn’t Pedri say something?”

Guys do you remember what Michelle said about the plant Odin smokes? 

How it makes it so he can’t see OR HEAR Pedri?

Pedri hasn’t said much since he started appearing because Odin’s damn near completely shut him out. Even during the time when the plant wears off (namely during the dragonfly scene) Odin carefully avoids looking at Pedri and the dragonflies, only brushing them off seemingly out of reflex. 

The only time Pedri speaks is when Odin spoke to him first. And while it’s hard to tell with his mask, he looks pretty damn surprised by it.

  He doesn’t have a running monologue like Nevy, or pester and harass Odin until he reacts like Wrathia because he knows that it won’t work. Odin won’t pay him the slightest bit of attention. IT’s probably been going on for however long Odin’s been on the stuff, which can be anywhere from months to YEARS.

There’s also a sense of distance between them. Both Wrathia and Nevy invade their respective host’s personal space will in spirit form, and while Tuls doesn’t actively invade Maggie’s space, he doesn’t have a problem with her invading his. Pedri on the other hand has always been just out (his own) arm’s reach of Odin. 

I think he might have just…given up at this point. There’s nothing he can do until Odin agrees to a pact with him and how can be convince Odin to do that when Odin’s pretty much managed to shut out his very existence. Maybe finding Wrathia has rekindled a pit of hope in him (hence the dragonfly scene) and maybe Odin finally speaking to him has got the gears working again, but I think Pedri’s biding his time. He’s waiting for Odin to come to him, and ask actual questions.

@aliceinwhateverland: I was thinking that a good plot for Bughead would be the prom night, where maybe as they don’t seem to be in a formal relationship they aren’t really sure if they have to ask eachother.

Such a cute prompt, I love tongue-tied Jughead!

”B, you have to come and look at this dress it would be totally perfect for you,” Veronica gushed from where she lounged on Betty’s flowery bedspread, resting on one elbow while her other hand scrolled through pages on Betty’s laptop. Betty twisted round from where she sat at her dressing table, peering over her shoulder to glance at the screen. The satin dress was beautiful, pale lavender with a full skirt and sweetheart neckline that sat slightly off the shoulder. She sighed, shaking her head to clear the image of her in that dress from her mind. 

“I don’t know why you’re looking, V, I’m not even sure I’m going to the dance,” she mumbled, looking down at where her fingers were twisting nervously. Veronica’s head snapped up. 

“What do you mean not going? Why the hell wouldn’t you go?” she said incredulously, eyes comically wide. Why anyone would miss the chance to get a new outfit and dress up for the night was completely beyond her. Betty didn’t meet her gaze.

“Well… Jughead and I… I don’t even know if there is… we’ve not really…” Realisation dawned for Veronica.

“He hasn’t asked you yet,” she stated, her voice unquestioning. Betty shook her head dejectedly. Veronica’s expression softened as she took in her best friend’s slumped shoulders and downturn expression. “He is Jughead. Going to dances, let alone asking someone to one, isn’t really his scene,” she said gently, wincing slightly. 

“Yeah, I know. I just thought that maybe, after we… It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just a dance,” Betty rallied, straightening up and sending a smile Veronica’s way. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Don’t worry, B, there’s still time,” she replied, trying to life the spirits from where they’d taken a drastic nosedive. “I’ll save the dress for you anyway.”


“Hey, guys,” Archie called out as he placed his lunch tray on the tabletop. “What’re we talking about?”

“The delightful wonders that come out of the Riverdale High cafeteria. Mystery Meat - why is it so mysterious?” Jughead deadpanned, mouth twisting in disgust as he reached for his fries instead. Betty cast a shy glance at him, smiling in amusement. He caught her glance and raised his eyebrows teasingly, pulling a silent laugh from her as she looked back at her tray with flushed cheeks. Jughead flung his free arm around her shoulders in a move that was still strange but becoming familiar. Betty’s body relaxed slightly, leaning into his side in comfort. Archie eyed the arm with wary eyes while Veronica looked on with a pleased smile. 

“Err, hey, Ronnie. I wanted to know if wanted to go to the dance next week. With me?” Archie blurted suddenly. Veronica startled. 

“Really?” she asked in surprise, eyebrows shooting up at the question. 

“Yeah. Well Val is gonna be on stage with the Pussycats all night so I thought it would be nice if the two of us went together,” he replied with a grin. From across the table Betty and Jughead wore matching expressions of disbelief as they took in what Archie had just said. ‘Second choice’ hung, unsaid, in the air. The corner of Veronica’s eyes prickled as Archie stared on oblivious, taking a breath and puffing her chest out to hide her obvious hurt.

“Sure, Archiekins, I’ll go with you,” she answered, plastering on a smile. Betty shot her a sympathetic look across the table that she returned with a slight shake of the head. The blonde’s sad eyes while she still sat beneath Jughead’s arm gave Veronica an idea. “In fact, the four of us could go together… like a double date,” she finished, staring pointedly at the couple across the table, sending a coy look Jughead’s way.

Jughead’s arm flew from Betty’s shoulder as he choked on the bite he’d just taken, fist pounding his chest a couple of times. “D-date?” he spluttered at the same time as Archie who looked sharply between the pair, Jughead’s eyes panicked as he chanced a glance over to Betty before narrowing in on Veronica. 

“Yes, Jughead, a date,” Veronica replied, refusing to back down. If she wasn’t going to get her man then she sure as hell would make sure her best friend got hers. 

“I-I’m not really sure… I don’t think we…” The hopeful look Betty tried to hide was fading fast at his hesitation. 

“I think I’m gonna go get another water,” Betty hurried out, standing swiftly and walking towards the school without a backwards glance. Jughead’s worried eyes followed her, looking torn between staying and following the girl he clearly loved as she moved away from him. 

“Alright, clueless wonder, what was that about?” Veronica turned on Jughead as soon as Betty was out of earshot, raising a single brow in accusation. 

“Huh?” Jughead replied, ever the wordsmith. 

“Betty! That girl has been looking at you like you hung the stars for months and yet you can’t repay her by asking her to one stupid dance?” Jughead was stunned into silence at the unexpected onslaught. 

“We just… haven’t really talked about it. Us, I mean. Y’know, as a couple,” he mumbled lamely. If there was one person that had the quality to render him moronic, he thought as he listened to himself trip over simple words, it was Betty Cooper.

“It’s so completely obvious that you’re in love with each other I don’t see the issue here.” Even the tips of Jughead’s ears covered by his beanie turned red at Veronica’s use of the word love. Archie stiffened, waiting for his reply. There was a beat of dead air before Jughead looked up with renewed hope.

“You think?”

“Well, I mean, I’m not so sure now. You kinda blew it, Heathcliff.” Jughead scoffed at her comparison, making to stand.

“I’ll go and ask her…” Veronica reached out to stop him.

“Whoa, slow your roll, silver-tongued devil, it’s going to take something more than just asking her to make up for this blunderbuss.”

“Like what?” Jughead asked apprehensively sitting back down.

“We’re gonna go full on Say Anything on this bitch.”


Betty tried not to watch the clock ticking faster and faster towards six o’clock. She sat, her biology textbook long forgotten in front of her, staring at the hands as they taunted her. 

Jughead hadn’t asked her in the end but she didn’t care, she told herself. She knew he wasn’t the kind of person who went to dances and she was just going to have to be ok with that. The image of him standing before her in a suit, bringing back memories of the one he wore to Jason’s funeral, holding her close as they swayed to some song she didn’t even hear invaded her mind. Standing there, unquestionably together, in front of everyone. She sighed. Not today.

The sound of something hitting the glass pane of her window shook her out of her revere. Brows furrowed she listened, until suddenly the sound repeated itself, catching a glimpse of the pebble that flew towards her room. She stood, tiptoeing over and looked down onto the lawn. 

Her mouth dropped as she took in the sight before her. There, in a suit just like she’d imagined him, was Jughead Jones, standing below her window holding a box above his head. She lifted the window, laughing in disbelief.

“Juggie, what are you doing here?” she shouted down to him, trying to make herself heard without alerting her mother. 

“Hey, Juliet. Just thought I’d come and tell you how much of an idiot I’d been,” he shrugged looking up at her, eyes glinting with mischief. “And to ask you if you’d forgive my blind stupidity by accompanying me to this dance?” Betty’s eyes shone with tears. 

“But you hate dances. You don’t have to do this for me,” she replied, trying to contain her pounding heart. He huffed out a laugh.

“My love for you is far stronger than my dislike for school functions, Betts,” he tried to quip casually, his heart leaping into his throat. Betty’s breath left her in a gasp.

“I… I don’t even have a dress,” she got out, mind still spinning from his confession. His eyes flicked to the box in his hands. “Jug, what’s in the box?” she asked suspiciously.

“Come and see.” She was downstairs in seconds, creeping across the dew damp grass to get to him. He looked even better up close, suit fitting him a little better this time, blue eyes glistening in the fading dusk light. She smiled at him from under her lashes as her shaking hands gently lifted the lid. The lavender dress stared back at her. 

“Juggie! How…?” she gasped, caressing the fabric in awe.

“Veronica,” he mumbled, with a tone of resentful gratitude. Betty laughed, staring up at the wonderful boy in front of her. Her free hand came up to grip the back of his neck, pulling him down to her lips in a sweet, slow kiss, pouring all of her gratitude into him. They pulled back, both breathing shakily. Betty didn’t remove her hand or let him get further than an inch from her lips. 

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

He has said multiple times that he hates that ppl associate him as the "good looking" musician and wants to be known for his music instead. He was saying he even wanted to shave off all of his hair bc that's all ppl were looking at. I'm thankful he just didn't shave it off bald bc he got REALLY close to doing it a few weeks ago. This is why he cut his hair. Some fans have already "left" him because he isn't as attractive anymore... but that was the whole point. He didn't want fans like that.

Wow! That’s actually a really good and powerful reason! I get it. And, honestly, I have to commend him for doing it, because it makes a shit load of sense, actually. Thanks for that explanation though, because I was just thinkin’ he’d gone off the deep end! Haha!

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fancafe From.PTG: Kino - This Was Already a Few Years Ago
Our hyung who I can always depend on during hard times and always looks after me.
When I’m struggling, looking at he letter that hyung wrote during Pentagon Maker last episode, I gained strenght. Like What hyung said to me, you are brother who is so indispensable in my life.

As a younger brother who’s inside is not the best brother but, if you ever need me I’ll be a brother who I’ll hold on to your hands. I love you my hyung, really happy birthday.  ❤

By the way, why is the photo that we took together is only when we took off our clothes? It’s even funnier when I covered it  😂

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(n) a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: tons of fluff, some angst

length: 12k

summary: a new kid on the bus catches your interest, espicially when he’s listening to your favourite song

a/n: i wrote this before jimin said he loves the song ‘lost’ by frank ocean. we have some sort of telepathy

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So the background of my phone says “there are no dogs allowed on the moon–they just run right off the damn thing” and my mom was using my phone to look something up and was like “…what does that even mean?”

and I had to be like “so in my d&d podcast they go to a secret society whose base is on the moon and this one character wants to buy a dog at the fantasy costco but the dm said dogs aren’t allowed on the moon…

…because they’ll run right off the damn thing.”

she wanted to know WHY they would run right off the damn thing and it’s like idk mom I’m not a moon scientist

reasons why i love johan:

  • “🎵first floor. men’s wear.🎵 just kidding.”
  • “i actually spun that one just sort of straight off the dome.”
  • “look at this beautiful goddamn jellyfish. you think this thing’s just like, some sort of poop weirdo?”
  • “oh, thank you sir. oh, wow. five whole dollars.”
Dream On Dreamer

Originally posted by themegalosaurus

Synopsis: y/n wakes up to Sam sleep talking, then proceeds to tease him about it.

Prompt: 36. “I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” For Juju’s Fluffy Birthday Challenge!

Characters: Sam, Y/n.

WARNINGS: fluff.

Word Count: 258


You let out a content sigh. Snuggling closer into Sam’s chest. Just when you thought you were drifting off into deep sleep, you heard Sam say something.

“Don’t worry princess (y/n), prince Sam is here to save you.” Sam mumbled, pulling you closer to him.

“Sam.” You whispered, lifting your head up, to look at him.

Sam smiled as he mumbled some more.

“I’ve got you princess (y/n), you’re safe with me. The dragon is slayed.” Sam mumbled.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled. Sitting up and punching Sam’s shoulder.

“W-what?” Sam gasped, rubbing his eyes.

“(y/n), are you okay?” Sam asked.

“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it?” you grumbled, as Sam’s cheeks turned red.

“What, are you talking about?” Sam asked, knowing fully well what you were talking about.

“You know what I’m talking about, Prince Sam.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Sam grumbled, covering his face with his hand.

“So, tell me, what happened, after you slayed the dragon, did princess (y/n), kiss you?” you asked, snickering.

“Please don’t babe.” Sam whined.

“Was it leading to sex?” you asked.

“(Y/n).” Sam warned, taking his hands away from his face.

Sam turned towards you.

You let out a squeal, as you felt Sam’s fingers tickling your sides.

“Shush.” He laughed, as you wiggled around.

“Are you going to slay me too?” You giggled, trying to escape.

“I have other plans for you.” Sam flirted, pressing his lips against your neck…

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anonymous asked:

I feel bad that I have to identify myself as Mexican before I start this off... But why do people throw a lot of hate at Sarah for not having diversity? She isn't the only one who writes like this. Yes, she has the platform to speak about diversity... but she doesn't have

[2] to. Her job is to write enjoyable books. And TBH, I don’t actually look for the color of people’s skin or hair when I’m reading. & when it’s a same sex couple of course I cheer, but it’s not something I look out for first. What I’m trying to say is that you can’t hate Sarah for [3] The way she does. If you don’t like, don’t read. But also don’t put down others because they like something. Or put downs someone’s ship Bc it isn’t fem/fem or Male/fem. it’s promoting the same hate we are trying to stop. Also, I said “Mexican” Bc I feel like when [4] you try to defend something like this, you usually get backlash Bc people think you are defending white society or whatever


I agree with you 100%. You’re preaching to the choir. Idk if this is your first time at my blog, but I am an ardent defender of Sarah J Maas. I make the arguments you’re making right now all the time. 

We can’t expect Maas to be a chair, if she’s always been a table. That’s not fair of us to ask of her. We can’t change other people, but we can change ourselves. I’m not sure if you’re implying that I was putting down people for reading her books (cuz never have I ever) or if you’re just saying that in general…? (or if this is just a rant cuz you know my blog is a rant safe space. LOL)

I’m not sure, but all I’m saying is that if I, personally, am not getting what I want from Maas in the next few books, then I have to change my behavior. And that means I have to stop reading her books.

I am in no way shape or form telling other people not to like her (again: never have I ever). And I agree with you about ships. I helped invent Elriel and that got (and gets) so much hate. It’s like, “why do you care?” But people spend energy on all kinds of stuff. It’s one thing to have dialogues and debates with people about ships and evidence and all that, but when people make posts about “crackships” and how people are just desperate and bored it’s just rude. I agree. But I’m also not policing the internet. People can do and say what they want. I always just try to remember that “when they go low, you go high.”

Aaaand that’s all I got!


I made banners inspired by @neopixiesims bc she’s fab and a lot of people are using colored banners now so I decided to go off that trend and go onto a new one!

Gen 4 probably won’t be used because April probably won’t have that exact same outfit… and that’ll annoy me. (April’s one looks different because I made her’s first to test it out, so if some proportions aren’t the same, etc, that’s why).

superspies-and-apple-pie  asked:

do you have any more nb!alex headcanons? i've been having a shit week in terms of feeling down on myself and feeling normal. reading your space pirate!alex and nb!alex headcanons and ficlets (along with all of your director sanvers stuff) just gives me a mood boost.

I hope your weeks gets better, and I hope this helps at least a little.

  • Alex looks back on their life, and realizes why they always preferred ‘Alex’ to ‘Alexandra’ and realizes that it’s not just because of how their mother uses it, but because it’s feminine.  (This one is purely thanks to @syllabicacronyms, honestly, who noticed that throughout S1, even Alex’s badge says Alex)
  • When they bind at the DEO, they don’t really forget that it’s on, it’s more they get caught up in whatever they’re doing, and either lose track of time in the lab, or don’t think to take it off before going out into the field.  After ending up with sore ribs a few times, Lucy ends up being the one to make sure they’re binding safely at work.
    • Whether it’s okay for them to wear it in the field is a constant argument.  Alex insists that they’ll be fine, but Lucy stands by fighting not being something that should be done while binding.
    • They end up compromising.  If Alex is wearing their TAC vest, they won’t bind.  If Alex is wearing street clothes, they can.
  • Patterned binders
    • Specifically:  galaxy print patterned binders (from Kara, of course)

I’m trying to come up with more, but my head is killing me right now, and I can’t really think of anything in general.  I’m sorry.

You know I really liked the Anime Death note.

I also really hate when Americans get their greasy mits on things I like.

So yea this new Netflix thing kind of ticks me off. I mean even ignoring the kinda racist casting. (Seriously why the fuck is everyone white except L? You know the only one who was white in the original!)

It just looks like absolute crap,

I mean that derby bastard in the trailer is Light? 

I mean come on Emo Peter Parker  looked more respectable than this!

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And you're’ supposed to think he’s a complete prat in that film!


Drabble + Mark Lee + Face masks = the Pride of My Life

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mark asked.

You hummed, continuing to apply the homemade mask to his face. It was light green from mashed avocado and speckled with little brown flakes because of the cinnamon sprinkled in. Mark, groaned, complaining about how cold it was.

“Yes, I’m sure this is a good idea. This will help with your skin, remember? Cinnamon helps with acne.”

“And the Avocado?

“It has good things in it like minerals and moisture. Your skin will feel nice and soft after, I promise.”

“Huh,” Mark mused. He stuck his tongue out and licked a bit off the side of his mouth when you looked away, scraping up the last bit of the mixture. He coughed, immediately regretting his poor decision.

“Holy crap- that tastes awful!”

“Why did you eat it?” You laughed, “Mark!”

“I don’t know! I assumed it would be that bad, it’s just avocado-”

“And cinnamon!

Mark licked his lips, “You know, the after-taste isn’t so bad.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Oh, really?” Mark scooted across the floor towards you, “Come’er, give me a kiss.”

“I’m afraid my response is hell no,” he grabbed you and pecked your lips anyway, getting his mask all over your own face. You squeaked, struggling to get away from your green-faced boyfriend as he cackled at your reaction.


We’re never doing face masks again.

For @chimchimaliensuga, @jeonwon-woah​, and @thewindcomes​ for the “reblog for a tiny fanfic” thing. I hope you enjoyed :)


MTR Fun Fact

During the making of “Meet the Robinsons”, voice actors were asked to portray their characters while being asked interview questions. The following information was learned during Gaston and Art’s interview:

  • Uncle Art’s full name is “Arthur Major Framagucci”
  • Gaston’s full name is “Gaston Fitzgerald Framagucci”
  • Their mother’s name was “Minnie Framagucci”
  • When asked why he liked to shoot himself out of cannons, Gaston answered “it’s the… speed! I’m always trying to time myself. It’s the… excitement! The… adrenaline! It’s pure exhilaration! There’s no feeling in the world like it. When you’re going so fast that you feel like the skin is gonna peel right off your face and your eyeballs are gonna go flying out of your ear canal… everyone should experience that at least once.”
  • Uncle Art claims that intergalactic pizza delivery is “tougher than it looks” due to the fact that aliens are “picky” and if it’s “too cheesy” or “not hot enough”, you run the risk of being vaporized.
  • Gaston and Art interrupt the interview by racing each other to the moon. Gaston wins

nanbaka theory time:

*disclaimer (i haven’t read past ch 25 in the manga so this theory may be totally irrelevant at this point in the story)

so this guy

Mitsuru Hitokoe is an elf

“wtf are you talking about kelsey are you crazy?” you say

look first off the “Elf” that we know and have been calling capital “E” Elf only says this to introduce himself:

“I’m Elf. The Elf who was in charge of you.”

implying that there might be more than one so called “Elf” which makes sense because he claims to not know who Musashi is when Jyugo snaps at him about it

(which by his expression seems more in a “idk wtf ur talking about” than a “haha i know acting like i don’t remember will piss u off more and i’m evil”)

so why Mitsuru you ask?


so what?

look at everyone else’s ears:

in conclusion: wtf is going on reveal urself Mitsuru!

Do you ever have this one minor thing that was said to you ages ago that was kind of left without answer or resolution that still occasionally pops up and you don’t know why? like i remember my art teacher once walking up to me drawing a character with bare feet and he just like bent down next to me, pointed at the feet i was drawing and mumbled “no, no, no, don’t you think something looks off about these?” and then just walked off while i’m going like “?????? what??? what was wrong with them????? please explain?????? help???“ and to this day i still sometimes stop to think back to that one moment and wonder what was off with the feet i was drawing. he never told me. it’s been six years.

so i told my coworker i was bi today and two things w that :
one, i started off by the saying “by the way” and then started laughing a bunch bc the pun was really really funny to me and he kept giving me a weird look bc he had no idea why i was laughing
two, after i told him he said, “yeah, i already knew that, considering how much you talk about jeremy jordan.”


Summary: You love your two dwarves very much. 
Pairings: Thorin x Reader x Dwalin
Word Count: 674
Warnings: Cuteness? If thats a warning. Polygamous relationship. Absolutely no plot because I couldn’t think of one. Just cuteness.

A/n: I don’t write smut because I don’t know how to. I hope this is what you wanted @fandomnationwhore

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