oh well...tomorrow it starts!!

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I was a bit disappointed to find that there werent any crochet patterns for Jughead’s beanie

So i tried my hand at making one

I made it using two parts;
A crochet crown using a pattern from Mamachee
And a beanie that i made building off from the crown

finally lookin at the episode order for ladybug on netflix like

jackady is episode 10…origins eps are like…3 eps from the end 

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Cheer up, Guang Hong! It’s your birthday!  (o^▽^o)

#yoiweek2017 ||  Day 1: Le Parfum des Fleurs

 Anything focusing on Guanhong’s birthday 

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“Rousseau says: If we assume man has been corrupted by an artificial civilization, what is the natural state? The state of nature from which he has been removed? Imagine wandering up dan down the forest without industry, without speech, and without home.”

on why the fuck teru is living on his own

(as well as a theory on his state of mind before mob)

so. i believe i remember dimple making a comment along the lines of “claw being after teru explains why he lives on his own” 

(i think. im really not sure if this is a real memory. anyway that’s not the point)

my point is : this doesn’t actually explain anything ? there’s nothing stopping claw from taking teru’s parents as hostages to get to him apart from, y’know, teru kicking their ass. (remember we’re dealing with a kid, so hostages make sense in that case. you can bet on an emotional reaction on the kid’s part)

it also doesn’t make sense if you’re thinking of protecting teru. a kid living on his own isn’t exactly safe, and he is clearly not in hiding, given how much he uses his powers

which leads me to this. claw is clearly not the thing that’s seen as a menace here. but then, what is ?

my bet is on teru. we know he isn’t one to hesitate when using his powers on people. hell, he is even shown to torture people, and he seems really calm about it

let’s say you have a kid. he’s always been able to do some strange things, but hey, bending some spoons has never hurt anyone… until it does and your child basically throws dozens of adults on the ground, adults who were attacking him with powers much like his own and you realize -

this kid is dangerous.

let’s say you have a kid and you love him, but now you’re also terribly afraid of him and what he could do. what do you do ? you can’t send him to live with your family - how would you explain that and what if he hurts them, you can’t put that responsibility on them, but you’re scared -

so you send him away. you provide for everything, food, clothes, all - you just don’t see him anymore because of how scared you are

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let’s say you are a child and you’ve always known you were different, but suddenly adults like you show up and you wreck them.

let’s say you are a child and your normal parents are scared of you and what you can do.

let’s say you know you are strong, stronger than even people like you, but at the same time your parents decide to send you away and you see in their eyes that they’re scared.

how much do you want to bet that, in order to cope with knowing your parents don’t want you anymore, and because you know it’s not your fault, it CAN’T be your fault because you were always this way it’s not your fault it’s NOT -

if it’s not your fault, then it’s their fault. they can’t handle how powerful you are because they are weak, everyone but you is weak

you aren’t just different - you’re special

It’s 1952 in Oxford University, and Susan Pevensie is leaving the Lady Margaret Hall library for the last time.

Her classmates will be sorry to see her go - ask any of them “Who’s the young woman with dark hair and a blue coat?” and they’ll say “what, you don’t know Susan Pevensie? You must be new.”

But most of her friends don’t actually know that much about her. They’ll agree that she’s compassionate and charismatic, “and brighter than you’d think she’d have a right to be, with looks like hers - how come she gets beauty and brains?” but nobody knows anything about her childhood. Or her family.

“She’s lost someone,” says a first-year student with a permanent air of exam-induced panic, “she came here on an inheritance from somebody, and I’ll bet anything it’s her parents because she never talks about them, but we’ve all lost someone, you know? From the war or not, it doesn’t matter. Nobody’s going to make her talk.” 

She’s graduating head of her class with a degree in Politics, Philosophy, and Economics; she wants to change the world, but really who expects her to do that? There’s a Queen on the throne and a dozen-odd women in Parliament, and many think that’s enough. She’ll make the perfect wife for some politician or businessman, at least while she’s young and pretty enough to be seen and not heard.

The shadows are chilly and long this time of year, so she almost misses the older woman leaving the Principal’s office, but the other woman steps directly into her path.

“Hello, Miss Pevensie,” she says. “I’m Agent Peggy Carter. How would you feel about a job in America?”