information hiding

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

“There are three separate complaints that you held up traffic to pet a cat,” said Dick, flashing his phone screen in Damian’s direction. Damian didn’t look up from his book, which was about what Tim expected. They’d gotten this far without a reaction.

“I wanted to pet the cat,” Damian said, calmly turning a page.

“You have a cat,” Tim reminded him.

“I don’t have that cat. It was orange.”

“You’re right, it all makes sense now.” 

Damian rolled his eyes as expressively as he could without taking his face out of his novel. It was good enough for Tim to get the picture, so he turned back to Dick, who was still scrolling through Twitter. 

“I heard Nightwing say that Robin’s grounded again,” Dick read, “but the kid is definitely perched on my balcony right now, so #imtellingbatman.” He shot Damian a look. “I’m shocked.” 

“When was that?”

“April seventeenth.”

Damian nodded, half-smirking. “He doesn’t read them, then. He never noticed I was gone.”

“I don’t know,” said Tim. “That could be what he wants us to think. You sneak out, what, twice a week? Enforcing a curfew once isn’t worth burning a source.”

“True,” said Damian, considering it.

“Unless he wanted to use it as a deterrent system,” Dick put in. “Not that possible consequences have ever actually deterred us. For example…” He frowned down at his phone. “Never mind, this one isn’t about you.”

Dick sighed, turning to Jason instead. “It says you blew up a dumpster?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Business,” Jason shrugged. “Mind your own.”

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THIS SCENE THOUGH.

They both handled this situation in such a reasonable and healthy way.
She didn’t get furious or defensive and come at him with anger for hiding that information on his father.

He was apologetic and honest, admitting to his mistake.

She was compassionate and understanding, giving him encouragement and affirming how much he means to her – that she fully wants to invest in this relationship and expects him to as well.

They both agree on wanting an honest and authentic relationship with each other AND THEN SHE GOES TO THE TRAILER TO SEE HIS DAD – formally meet him and witnessing his criminal and slovenly existence.

Once they leave the trailer after Jughead faced perhaps his greatest fear in his future with Betty; her finally seeing full well what he came from and the actual state of his father, scared of if it will change her feelings for him. 

And her response when he faces her, full of insecurity?

I mean, LOOK AT BOTH OF THEIR FACES WHEN SHE SAYS IT.

She is so supportive and loving and he is utterly moved. She’s just completely lifting him up and giving him the kind of stability and self-confidence he has probably been looking for since he was little. And he has been that very same rock for her throughout this ordeal with Polly and her parents.

My heart is so full.

Such a beautiful, honest and healthy depiction of love that’s got me shook to my core.

The Sexual Escapades of a Well-Informed Pureblood, Engaged to the Randy Prat Who Lived - Chapter 21

*sheepish* Hi, everyone! @l0vegl0wsinthedark  and I are so freaking sorry for the last chapter!  But rest assured, there’s sex in this one!  There’s, um, some very definite sex. And also semi-public!  Everyone loves it when Harry and Draco lose control around each other, right?
*looks around*  I’m gonna…uhh…go hang out with Love over, um, there for a while.
*waves*


You can find previous chapters of Engaged here: Engaged Masterlist

And the first book here: Virgin Draco Masterlist

Warnings/Tags: Ummm… Explicit sexual content.

Chapter Twenty-One: Broken Glass and Cigarettes 

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The reveal

What if the reveal occurs because Master Fu says to Marinette that they have to include Chat noir in those “meetings”. Like:


MF: Marinette, please bring Adrien here so we can tell him what we found out. I think it’s time for you two to cooperate more and exchange information. We can’t hide this from Chat Noir anymore.

Marinette: Wait, what?? Adrien? Chat?


But what he secretly want is to see the two of them together.

Remember in The Six Thatchers

we were shown images like this:

And like this:

Making Sherlock himself appear as a stand-in for the busts,

Alluding to the idea that he (as a person) or he (as a historical figure) has a secret inside somewhere and through the breaking down of layers will we finally find what’s been hiding there all along,

BUT THEN you remember there are six busts that are owned by only five people, the fourth victim owned TWO,

And the fourth victim is the only one who was murdered

And now we’re shown that the person hiding the information in the busts was desperate, so desperate they would kill the holder of the busts to keep their secret from escaping, they would kill the fourth owner who had two busts

So here we are noticing this doesn’t follow The Nix Napoleons, Harker didn’t own two busts in that one but this Harker does, and she is the fourth

It makes no sense for Ajay who’s looking for the busts to wait until the second-to-last person to attempt to smash two busts at once. Harker should have been his very first stop, since there was a higher probability that she had the flashdrive. She was the fourth stop. Changing the order doesn’t affect the show at all, Harker could have been first, Welsborough second, Hassan third, and so on to make the episode still make sense. But why include a character that owned two busts at all? Why add that detail? For time, perhaps, but they didn’t need to do that, they could have had six people own six busts and follow the trail the same way. 

No.

They gave the fourth owner two busts, then killed her. 

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“The hijab robbed me of my childhood”

 “I assumed my life should be next to a man. […] and that would be my life.”

“One day my mother gave me the hijab, and from then on, I was supposed to cover my hair with it. I asked why. I still felt like a child, and wanted to play, to let my hair loose, to run with the other kids. Why wear the hijab? The hijab robbed me of my childhood.

“I had no contact with science when I was a Muslim. Most of the time I would read the Quran and do the daily things Muslims do. The knowledge area in my brain was blocked, neglected, or non-existent.

“I did not know anything about the Big Bang, about the evolution theory, or even about philosophy. […] How come the education systems in Islamic countries do not provide this information? Why are you hiding it? What are you afraid of?“

“[I had to hide being atheist] my family would kill me, and if they didn’t, the state would execute me. You don’t get the choice to leave Islam.“

Meanwhile at the Women’s March:

Storms

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Pairing: Analogical (Platonic)

CW: Astraphobia (fear of storms), kid fic, doll photo (Einstein doll)

Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it. 

He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before. 

But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–

A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it. 

He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose. 

“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully. 

The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”

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Character Analysis: Shiro

[ Lance ] [ Hunk ] [ Pidge ] [ Keith ] [ Allura ] [ Coran ]

Just for entertaining meta-ish purposes I’m going to do these in the order that the characters are introduced in the show. So that means we’re starting off with Fearless Space Leader. 

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anonymous asked:

I want to start making my own grimoire but I’m not sure the kind if things I should add? Do you have tips on how to create one? Thanks!

1. There is never a standard grimoire. Ever. Read the historical ones. They look different from one another. They contain different kinds of magic and different ways to approach similar concepts. Compare the Black Pullet and the Book of Abremalin. Then compare those to the folk charms recorded in the Ozarks. 

2. Create a grimoire that is true to you. If you practice a certain kind of magic a lot, write about it. Write about what you know about. Write what you love. Write a book that screams ‘you’. 

3. Don’t worry about making it look beautiful. The only person who has to see it is you. Add pictures to your liking, but don’t feel obligated to create gorgeous illustrations inside. Write in the manner that you feel comfortable with. Write in a way that is right to you, not the way that you think others might like to read. 

4. Stick trinkets inside. Sounds weird, I know, but when you start sticking photos, leaves, flowers, feathers (that don’t violate the MBTA), and anything else that fits inside, it makes sense. 

5. Write spells, sure, but make pages about kinds of spirits, faeries, etc. Write pages about feeding them and keeping up in their good graces.

6. Make pages about your specific environment(s). Write about where you live. Write about the folklore there. Write about the spirits there. Write about the pockets of power that might be there and where to find them. Write about what trees, plants, and animals live there. Write about landforms. Make a map, even. 

7. Write about who you are. Write about where you learned, how you learned, who you are as a witch, and the unique parts about your practice. Don’t feel the need to label it, just write about what make your craft your craft.

8. Make some pages that are just images. Hide the information inside of the image or the symbols inside the image. This doesn’t have to be a drawing. Collage works beautifully here. Use the images to tell a story or convey information. How would you make an image that was the physical presence of a blasting?

9. Many people like to include quotes and spells from other folks. That’s perfectly acceptable, but understand that this is your book. This is your knowledge. This is your legacy. Include the information as long as it is true to you, but don’t be afraid to write in spells of your own creation, rituals that you came up with, or information that you’ve personally found without the help of others. 

🔎   MURDER    MYSTERY    SENTENCE    STARTERS  !

(  FEEL  FREE   TO   CHANGE   PRONOUNS   AS   NEEDED  . 
  • ❝ we can’t go to the cops with all this information. ❞
  • ❝ if we go to the cops they’re going to think we had something to do with it.  ❞
  • ❝ this is a lot of information, we can’t just hide it from the cops. people are dying.
  • ❝ ahh, it’s just you… and, your infamous murder board. 
  • ❝ i wish had a single clue as to what you do over there at that murder board.
  • ❝ so what did you find? any new leads?
  • ❝ it’s a long shot but i think i might have found something. ❞
  • ❝ so, you think this is the person doing all these killings?
  • ❝ look, i just have a bad feeling about this person to not look into it, at least.
  • ❝ well, so far you’ve been right, so let’s hear what you’ve got. ❞
  • ❝ the only thing we’re missing now is a motive. ❞
  • ❝ what’s wrong with you? you can’t go around accusing innocent people! ❞
  • ❝ okay, say i’m wrong, but i know i’m right about this. 
  • ❝ you did all that and came up with nothing at all?
  • ❝ i don’t think we’re ever going to track this killer down. 
  • ❝ this person, or thing even, whatever, is really good at what they do. ❞
  • ❝ we’re breaking laws to track this killer down now?
  • ❝ i’m just saying, go back through the file and look closer. ❞
  • ❝ maybe we were right all along but overlooked something. something small. ❞
  • ❝ okay, so we meet back here at night and find what’s in that cabinet. ❞
  • ❝ we’re in too deep to give up now. we’re close, i can feel it. ❞
  • ❝ let’s split up, meet back here in ten. ❞
  • ❝ how come every time something goes down, you arrive late?
  • ❝ okay, so this is the killer, now how do we catch them?
  • ❝ not exactly what we’re expecting to find but we definitely need to call the cops. ❞
  • ❝ we can’t do this all on our own anymore, we have to go to the police. ❞
  • ❝ i think we may have just found the killer’s next target. ❞
  • ❝ there’s a place i found out about, i think we should check it out. ❞
  • ❝ the only surviving victim is hospitalized and unable to actually speak about it. 
  • ❝ all we keep coming up with our dead ends, maybe we should just give up. ❞
  • ❝ you think that i’m the one doing all these killings?
  • ❝ tell me again why you think this killer is after me of all people?
  • ❝ if we don’t do something now, more bodies are just going to keep piling up. 
  • ❝ so, we’ve narrowed it down to these two people now. ❞
  • ❝ look, i get your concerned and scared, i am too, but let the police handle it. ❞
  • ❝ if we can hack into the system, we can find out everyone who got this text. 
  • ❝ no, no. i think this killer is someone close to us, maybe closer than we think. 
  • ❝ i don’t know if i can continue doing this. 
  • ❝ we need to get everyone together and come up with a plan. 
  • ❝ if this plan doesn’t work, we go straight into plan b. 
  • ❝ i think we should really start making a plan c, maybe even plan d. 
  • ❝ this plan officially sucks and is getting us nowhere. we’re sitting ducks. 
  • ❝ i think i might have found a pattern within these killings. 
  • ❝ all the killings happened in the place, around the same time. 
  • ❝ wow, you all are almost better than the cops.
  • ❝ it’s like a jigsaw puzzle, there’s too many missing pieces. 
  • ❝ my suspicion is usually always right, even more so than my gut. 
  • ❝ we’re doing this tonight and if we’re lucky, we’ll catch the killer. finally. ❞

miracult  asked:

okay but Felix meeting Alya for the first time and realizing Alya is literally the ultimate best friend

i’m going with super sassy fashionista alya from back in the 2D-era concept art for this one!

i feel like her “ultimate best friend” approach would be intimidating the hell out of felix and even blackmailing him into spending time with bridgette, expecting he’ll come to terms with it all eventually and just date her.

she also 100% knows felix is chat noir (he ain’t slick), but they aren’t close at all so she just brings up incriminating bits of information now and then to secure his co-operation with her plans.

he did take bridgette to the school dance and actually had a nice time. alya was watching through binoculars from behind the snack table.

CONFESSION:

I believe that Fenris is the best romance option in DA:2. Not only does he deserve to be happy after suffering for his whole life, but he’s also the only companion you can really trust. He’ll never try to change you (even if you’re a mage), he’ll never hide dangerous information from you, and (unless you do nothing to gain his friendship) he’ll never betray you. There is not one other romance option in this game where this happens.            

The Labyrinth Chapter 31

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Jon lies. Deal with it.

I’m really pissed off about people who believes Jon is this pure character who never decieves people.

I’d like to remind you all that Jon has a particular scene this season to show us that he lies. And he lies to Daenerys and Tyrion’s face.

You know that “I thought Arya was dead” moment at Dragonstone? Why do you think that scene exists?

We know Arya was Jon’s favorite sibling when they were children. And Bran is such an important character in Jon’s storyline that the Stark theme (called Goodbye Brother) was named after the scene Jon says his farewell to Bran before he leaves Winterfell to join the Night’s Watch.

The audience KNOWS Jon loves his siblings and would never act so cold like he did at that moment. We all got confused because this scene was off Jon’s character and because we know him very well to realize when something is this wrong.

That scene exists for us to notice Jon is lying right there.

And in case you’re too stupid to realize it D&D made Daenerys state that Jon didn’t look happy about these news.

Do you really believe if Jon didn’t know Arya and Bran were alive he wouldn’t be at least relieved to find out they were alive and well at home? I mean really? Really?


Jon knew Bran and Arya were alive all along. Sansa knew it. Jon also knew it. And if you’re not clever enough to realize that let me help you out:


1- Sam saw Bran alive when he passed the Wall and told Jon

2- Theon told Sansa he didn’t kill Bran and Rickon when he burned Winterfell and Sansa told Jon

3- Brienne told Sansa she saw Arya with the Hound and Sansa told Jon


D&D gave us those lines to make sure we get it:


“Winterfell is our home. It’s ours, and Arya’s and Bran’s and Rickon’s wherever they are

Sansa stated they were alive even thought she had no idea where they were. She was talking only about their living siblings that’s why she doesn’t mention Robb. Only those who were still alive by that time. Bran and Arya included.


“I named them after my brothers Rhaegar and Viserys. They are both gone now. You lost two brothers as well”.

And Jon agreed. He doesn’t correct her because he knows he only lost TWO brothers: Robb and Rickon. He knew Bran and Arya were still alive somewhere.

He fucking knew it.


That scene at Dragonstone is there to show us Jon is hiding information. He could have said anything about Bran and Arya returning home but he decided to lie and say he didn’t know they were still alive.

The intention of this scene is to show the audience Jon is lying. That’s why the camera doesn’t show clearly his face at this moment. That’s why he looks at Davos and changes the subject of that conversation. That’s why Arya is mentioned in that letter. So we can notice there’s something wrong about that moment.


I don’t really know what the hell have you been watching but the good hearted Jon you believe he is wouldn’t have hanged Olly, he wouldn’t have sneaked into Mance’s tent under false pretences to actually try to kill him and give the Night’s Watch a chance to survive.

Even if you don’t read the books you should pay attention to the show before talking nonsense.

I’d really appreciate it.

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Why do customers think employees is hiding information/stock from them?? Like I don’t understand what they think we gain from it. Especially with this interaction I had with a customer on Saturday:

Customer: *comes over to me from the $2 clearance rail where it clearly says END OF RANGE with some pants* Hey, do you have anymore of these $2 pants?

Me: No, those are end of range. Those ones and whatever is left on the rail are the only ones left.

Customer: in the entire store?

Me: Yeah, none left. That’s why they’re discounted to $2.

Customer: Oh, okay. *leaves*

Customer: *comes back to me not even FIVE MINUTES LATER but just with the pants folded differently in his cart* Hey, do you have anymore of these pants?

Me: *double checks tag to see their original location* These are from sportswear. If you want more pants similar to these, then you should check there.

Customer: *grins as if he’s won a game or some shit* So you DO have more of these $2 pants!!

Me: No, we don’t. They’re end of range, these are the only ones left like this. I said we have SIMILAR pants at the sportswear section if you want more.

Customer: But they’ll be $2?

Me: No. Because those won’t be end of range and therefore not discounted.

Customer: But you said they’re similar!

Me: They’re still an entirely different product…that’s still in stock…that means they’re still full price.

He eventually gave up and just settled for the pants he had.

My favorite under-appreciated detail in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood is this–They are super careful, super meticulous, to keep track of where everyone is. We know exactly where people were, where they went, why they went there, and how they managed to get there, at any given moment. They absolutely refuse to have any characters just “show up” for convenience without us knowing exactly what brought them there. This is especially impressive toward the end when there are about a dozen different major locations where characters are. No one ever just shows up without their appearance there being meticulously tracked.

Except for Greed.

Greed shows up wherever the fuck he wants. Whenever the fuck he wants. Because he’s Greed.

Example, Al’s movements between episodes 41 and 57: Al was up in the North with Ed. He went off into the storm by himself to warn the fleeing Winry-gang that Kimblee had taken over the Briggs fortress, so it was no longer safe for them to return to it. After finding them and passing along the information, Scar suggests they hide in a nearby Ishvalan slum instead. In the slum, they capture Envy, and the crew part ways. Al, Winry, the Chimeras, and Yoki go to Leore in order to see if the tunnel Sloth has been digging runs beneath the City, where they run into Hohenheim. Hohenheim informs Al of the Promised Day, which Al then spreads on an equally-complex covert information network, eventually spreading the news to Briggs, Mustang, and Grumman. Once the information network is established, Al decides to head back to Resembool along with Winry so he can and meet up with Miles and the Briggs forces, which are headed East for the joint military training between Briggs and Grumman’s men. He hopes to be useful to Miles in the effort of fighting back against the Promised Day. However Pride kidnaps him by the rails, and takes him to the Kanama slums, where Ed is, to use as bait. There he gets trapped in the dome with Pride, until Kimblee frees Pride. With Pride free, the best thing Al can do is head to Central and help the main gang with the Promised Day. Shortly upon arriving in Central, he’s summoned by Father’s alchemy and ends up down in the main lair with Ed, Hohenheim, Izumi, and Mustang. North–>Slums–>Leore–>Resembool–>Kanama–>Central–>Father’s Lair

Counter Example, GreedGreed appears on top of Central Headquarters during the fight between Bradley and Buccaneer because fuck you he can. Where was he before? Where’d he come from? Don’t ask stupid questions. Greed does what he wants. Haven’t seen Greed in like ten episodes? Wondering where he is? Don’t. Greed obeys a specific set of Greed-laws of physics and can show up wherever he wants whenever he wants however the fuck he wants. He’s Greed.