pure cold

[image: an entire cluster of grapes suspended in clear grape gelatin]

@memecaptainsteverogers GOOD NEWS it appears that Jello salad has not entirely disappeared from the world of high-end cuisine! It’s just gotten weirder.

(Source: Myhrvold, Nathan, Chris Young and Maxime Bilet. Modernist Cuisine: The Art and Science of Cooking, vol. 4. Bellevue, WA: The Cooking Lab, 2011.)

Sherlock And Love

Series 1

  • “We’ve got ourselves a serial killer. I love those.” (ASiP)
  • I love the brilliant ones.” (ASiP)
  • “Love is a much more vicious motivator.” (ASiP)
  • “This is beautiful. I love this.” (TGG)

Series 2

  • “I imagine John Watson thinks love is a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple, and very destructive.” (ASiB)
  • “I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage.” (ASiB)

Series 3

  • “All emotion, and in particular love, stand opposed to the pure cold reason I hold above all things.” (TSoT)
  • “The two people who love you most in all this world.” (TSoT)
  • I love dancing. I’ve always love it.” (TSoT)
  • “Like I said - human error.” (HLV)

Series 4

  • “I love you.”

This is Sherlock talking about love, from the beginning to the S4 trailer. These quotes perfectly reflect his journey so far. 

In series 1 he applies the word love either to his work - serial killers, brilliant criminals, clever plots like the lost Vermeer - or talks about it in a negative or derisive manner. To him, the love for the work is good even if some people may find his preferences morally dubious, while he despises or questions love as an emotion directed at other people.  

In series 2 he applies the word not just to his work anymore but to emotions directed at other people although he still refuses to give in to such feelings and holds on to his brother’s ideas about caring not being an advantage. In the first quote, however, he mentions John which - as has been discussed in detail more than once - does only make sense as long as he subconsciously associates John Watson with love

In series 3 Sherlock admits for the first time that he loves another human being. Sure, it is indirect, him talking about John, not to him, but as we all know for him it has been an enormous step forward. He publicly admits that he is able and willing to feel love for another human being. 

The first quote is nothing more than a recourse to his old convictions and serves as a contrast to the confession that follows. 

The quote about dancing is interesting as well because so far his love for things other than human beings has been directed at crimes and serial killers, to matters connected to his work. Now, for the first time, Sherlock confesses loving something just for its beauty and elegance, for its own sake. 

The last quote from HLV - well, another recourse but this is about Janine who he does not love and who does not really love him back. And it is a Canon nod so I think it does not reflect his true feelings about love as such. Sherlock is inexperienced where love for another human being is concerned and his love is directed at John and John alone. There is no place for Janine. 

Series 4

True, we have no idea if this is MP, if Sherlock is forced to say it, if it is directed at both John and Mycroft, if he quotes someone else, if this is a sudden realisation - but in the end it does not matter. He says “I love you”, something he has never said to anyone before, something Canon Holmes has never said to my knowledge. Whatever the context, this is big. Look at the long way Sherlock had to go to arrive at these three simple words. A story about a detective, not a detective story. From great man to good man. Snowcapped mountain and volcano. Insane wish fulfillment. 


anonymous asked:

could you give a little comparison/summary of all the signs developed and undeveloped? (also lil question, is it possible to be half developed and half undeveloped?) thanks ❤️

Sure! - 

Aries: Developed - Motivated, confident, capable of defending themselves without attacking others. Underdeveloped - Cocky, can’t differentiate defense from offence,  ignorant

Taurus: Developed - Determined, patient, generous. Underdeveloped - Greedy, lazy, over-indulgent. 

Gemini: Developed - Inspirational, eager to learn, easy to talk to. Underdeveloped - Two-faced, aloof, insensitive

Cancer: Developed - Caring, protective, ambitious. Underdeveloped - Jealous, Moody, wallowing

Leo: Developed - Confident, self assured, brings out the best in others. Underdeveloped - Self centered, bully, snobbish

Virgo: Developed - Efficient, helpful, creative. Underdeveloped - Values purely academic success, cold, thinks their way is always the right way.

Libra: Developed - Caring, mediators, peaceful. Underdeveloped - Door mats, overly idealistic, gullible.

Scorpio: Developed - Deep thinkers, resilient, loyal. Underdeveloped - Possessive, wallowing, thinks their lives are 1000x worse than anyone elses.

Sagittarius: Developed - Wise, love to experience, able to see the bigger picture. Underdeveloped - Blunt, tries to tell others how to live, can get lazy.

Capricorn: Developed - Ambitious, determined, success-oriented. Underdeveloped - Aloof, cold, deceitful. 

Aquarius: Developed - Inventive, brings out the uniqueness in others, fights for equality. Underdeveloped - “Special snowflake” mindset, rebellious without cause, detached.

Pisces: Developed - Spiritual, empathic, forgiving. Underdeveloped - Manipulative, self-victimizing, escapists. 

(Also yes you can be half and half, it’s sort of like a thing that develops over time!)

@saisai-chan asked for it and I’m happy to oblige:

Fresh snow. Pure, perfect white, crispy cold air and that muted silence of a first winter’s day….




“Yosh, that’s a point for me! Whooo!”

…only interrupted by the shouting and laughter from Class 1-A as they tumbled over each other in their joy, scooping up handfuls of snow and throwing them at each other’s head in something vaguely looking like snowballs. It’s a heartwarming sight altogether, and even the more serious children like Iida and Tokoyami hadn’t been able to resist and let themselves be pulled into the fray. Iida’s glasses had been knocked half-off by a snowball, but he was shoving a handful of snow right into Sero’s face as revenge, chuckling all the while.

The only one who hadn’t let himself be rigged into this was Bakugou.

The boy sat in the doorframe leading from the living room into the garden, scowling darkly at his classmates. Cross-legged and chin propped up into his palm, he watches - Izuku ducking beneath a snowy missile, straightening again to throw his own snowball into Uraraka’s direction, or Shouto simply freezing some snowballs mid-air before they could hit him. Or Kirishima, getting hit by several missiles at once, laughing all the while as he sputtered and wiped off the snow from his face.

All of them were laughing and smiling as if they were having the times of their lives…


“If you want to join - I’m sure the others would be happy about it.”  

Bakugou doesn’t have to look up to know that All Might is standing next to him. The man casts a well-known shadow – both figuratively as well as literally - wherever he is.

He respects the former hero far too much as that he would simply ignore him or insult his words, so Bakugou gulps down his initial answer and aims for a sharp yet not angry tone, “This is fucking childish.”

There is a pause, before All Might breathes out quietly – almost a sigh – and turns towards the open door again.

Bakugou nearly snarls and pulls the man back from the door – freaking careless man, shivering in the cold air weaving into the living room even though he is bundled up in a thick sweater and a scarf… he should be fucking resting, not going out of his way to catch a cold…

But he doesn’t, grips his own fingers to stop himself from reaching out and do so reflexively. Not his problem if the man can’t look after himself.

“Sensei! Sensei, come join us!”

“Sensei, put a jacket on!”

“Put a jacket on and then come join us!”

Some of the children have stopped in their play now that they have caught sight of their teacher, waving with both arms and coaxing him out to them.

There is a warm chuckle next to Bakugou (he still refuses to look, can vividly imagine the fond warmth on All Might’s expression without turning around) and then, an empty mug is placed onto the ground next to the boy. “I will be right back, young Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You can still…”

“They are waiting for you, you should hurry.”

Another breath-sigh, but All Might doesn’t try again.

Moments later, Bakugou is alone in his observation spot again, watching as All Might steps out into the snow with warm boots on and throwing on a jacket as he calls out to the cheering children.

The game continues, even louder and merrier than before.

Bakugou scowls some more (no, not pouting, never pouting). Stupid. Childish. Cold and wet and dumb, and now even All Might is in the middle of this craziness, lifting Mina up to sit on his shoulders so that she could fire her snowballs from higher above and laughing aloud as Kaminari claims that this is unfair – and could he be carried too, please?

Stupid idiots, Bakugou thinks, hoping that they can somehow read his mind and hear his insults.

“They won’t know that you want to join if you just keep scowling at them.”

Bakugou almost rolls his eyes at the drawled words. “What’s wrong with you teachers, always trying to sneak up on me?”

“What’s wrong with you, always rather growling than actually talking?” Aizawa shots back, lazily lounging next to Bakugou, sleeping bag wrapped tightly around himself.

“I don’t want to join,” Bakugou grunts in response, hunching more into himself.

“Sure,” the single word is dripping sarcasm, and Aizawa doesn’t even try to look comforting or reassuring.

Perhaps that’s why Bakugou can handle the scruffy teacher better than All Might – the man doesn’t sugarcoat anything, doesn’t smile to make things better. It’s easier, somehow.

“It’s childish,” Bakugou insists.

“You are a child.”

The boy glowers at his teacher, but Aizawa has closed his eyes and pretends to not notice.

“What do you care if I join them?!”

“I don’t.”

“Then stop annoying me!”

“I’m not doing anything. That’s all you.”

“Ugh!” Bakugou is close to throwing his hands up into the air in utter exasperating – the laughter, the cheering, the smiling-happy-faces-and-fun-without-him-and…

They hadn’t even asked him if he wanted to join them.

“Fuck this!” Bakugou pushes himself to his feet, rushing off to get his jacket and boots. “Fuck this shit! As if I need an invitation for anything!”  

Aizawa waits until he hears the snow crunch under angry footsteps before he cracks an eye open and watches Bakugou stomp towards his classmates, struggling to get into his jacket.

A smile curls the man’s lips as he snorts to himself. “Almost too easy.”

Kirishima is humming to himself, rolling a snowball between his palms and checking if he is able to launch his next shot all the way over to Mina – as he suddenly gets smacked straight in the face with a load of snow.

He sputters, coughs and stumbles backwards, tripping on the slippery ground and falling backwards into the snow.

Still blinking in surprise, he peers up at Bakugou looming over him. The blond is tossing his next snowball – perfect round shape – up and catching it, again and again, as he glares down at the his classmate. “What, Hair for Brain? Didn’t see that one coming?”

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks dumbly, before he starts beaming. “Hey, you joining us, buddy? Cool!”

“Tch,” Bakugou catches the snowball, squinting down at him with a weird expression. “That’s all you have to say, fucking cool?”

“Well, yeah!” Shrugging as he gets back on his feet, Kirishima chuckles. “We meant to ask you before, but then we thought – nah, Bakugou is too manly for a snowball fight, so, yeah, it’s cool that you’re joining now!”

“Hmph. Next time, just freaking ask, Hair for Brain.”

“Huh? What do you-…?”

Kirishima doesn’t get to end his sentence because he gets the second snowball straight in the face –again.

Tsuyu looks up from where she is building a little frog-snowman with Shouji and ribbits softly. “Oh, look, Bakugou-chan is joining us.”

“What?” Uraraka squints over to where her friend is pointing and laughs in surprise. “Oh, he is!”

Izuku stops squirming in Toshinori’s grip – the man has him flung over his shoulder like a bag and carries him to the closest snowbank – and pales a bit. “Uh, Kacchan is here, too?”

“Don’t worry, I think he is occupied,” Shouto assures him. “He is shoving snow down Kaminari’s neck.”

“Um. That’s, uh, good? For me? I feel bad for Kaminari-kun, though.”

“Don’t worry, he will be fine,” Toshinori chuckles softly, patting Izuku’s back with his free hand – before he flings the startled boy into the thick, soft and very cold snowbank.

There is a yelp, a scream, and then loud laughter as Izuku flails to get out of the snow, Uraraka and Tsuyu giggle, Toshinori doubles over laughing and close to spitting blood in his mirth, and Shouto just shakes his head at his very happy and very weird friends.

Until he suddenly gets a snowball straight to the forehead, courtesy to a very determined looking Izuku.

“What the…?” the boy reaches up, touching the snow clinging to his bangs gingerly.

“Revenge,” Izuku explains cheerily, before he dives down to scoop up another handful of snow.

And hell breaks loose as everyone starts laughing and screeching and yelling again.

“Whaaaa! Guys, run, Deku has lost it!”

“Don’t run that way, there is Bakugou going wild!”


In the end, nobody can say who is aiming for whom or if there are teams or is there anyone who didn’t get soaked to the bone by the end of this afternoon.

What everyone can say, though, is the fact that everyone has the fun of a lifetime during all of this.

(And Kirishima, Kaminari and even Aizawa-sensei himself swear up and down that they have seen Bakugou really smile during all of this.)

Random Coldflash Drabble

Barry stared at Hartley standing at his door and the metahuman stared back, scrutinizing him as he gave him the once over. Barry flushed, feeling self-concious in his sweatpants and hoodie. 

“That shirt is almost as much as an eyesore as those horrid meme T-Shirts,” Hartley stated plainly and then proceeded to invite himself inside. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Hartley rolled his eyes. “Bedroom: a room specially for a person or persons to rest in. Where is it?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because you have a date.”

Silence. Barry blinked. “I have a … date.” Hartley’s face said ‘yes, you imbecile’. “With who exactly?”

“My boss. And you really should close the door.”

Barry shut the door softly and turned back to Hartley. “Your boss? Cold?! That guy hates me!” A flat look. Wow, Hartley was really good at expressing sentences through expressions on his face. “He steals stuff and hopes I chase after him because it’s fun. That really doesn’t scream romantic interest.”

“You’re an idiot. That precisely screams romantic interest. Captain Cold doesn’t express his … affection through normal means.” Hartley ran a hand through his hair. “You see, our Captain Cold as all fun and snowballs he appears during his little heists is a complete wet blanket when he gets to a safe house. He starts ranting about how we all could have done better. As much I like being given constructive criticism–”


“It’s refreshing. It helps me improve. As I was saying, as I like being constructive criticism, that unfortunate stick up Leonard’s lovely ass puts everybody in a bad mood. So Mardon suggested ‘maybe he needs to get laid’ to which everybody agreed. And then just as Rory was about to call a hooker, Lisa suggests ‘maybe he needs to date somebody’. So I ask myself who would be a good match for Cold, other than myself, and put a smile on his face? Obviously, the answer was you,”

“I’m not a good match for Cold! He’s  a criminal! I’m a hero! He hates olives, I love them!”

“And you’re hot and he’s cold, pun intended. Haven’t you ever heard that opposites attract? Now where is your bedroom? We don’t have a lot of time until the Rogues come and kidnap you.”

“Kidnap me?!”

“You hysterically shriek a lot, you know. And yes, the Rogues are kidnapping you with or without your consent.” Hartley started to climb up the stairs and muttered, “Where is your room?” And then louder, “I’m hoping you have something decent and clean to wear on the date.” He stopped at a certain door and opened it. it was Barry’s room. “Huh. It’s cleaner than I expected, Flash.”

“I’m a scientist, not a slob. Wait, if you’re here, does that mean–”

Hartley crossed over to Barry’s wardrobe, flinging open the doors. “No, the Rogues do not know. I just said at a coffee shop that Leonard and I visited, he met you and was taken with you. I had force to Lisa to stay at the warehouse to keep her from coming.”

“Does Len know about the date?”

“Oh, yes. Rory just checked in with me and the Rogues had successfully tied Leonard to a chair and dragged him to the restaurant. Lisa’s keeping watch.”

“You’re all insane.”

“That’s goes without saying.” Hartley pulled out a burgundy dress shirt with a black satin vest from the wardrobe. Hartley sniffed it. “This will do.”

“I’m not going on the date.”

“I think you forgot the part where I said the Rogues will kidnap you.”

“I’m the Flash. I’ll run away” 

“And risk exposing your secret identity. You don’t really want to do that.”

“I’m dating Cisco,” Barry said, wanting any excuse to not to go. 

“No, you’re not. I am.”


“I know. it baffles me as well. Look, you’re a hero, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Isn’t a hero supposed to help people? Help the Rogues. Help Len get out of this horrible mood. So–” Hartley cringed. “–please, go on a date with my boss and help him … loosen up. I know you like him too. I’ve seen the way you look at him when you’re having a one-on-one battle.”

“I don’t–” Glare “Look, just because I’m bi–” Eyes narrowed. “–Okay, he’s hot. Everybody notices Cold’s good-looking!”

“Oh, trust me, I have.”

“Aren’t you dating Cisco?”

“Well, Cisco’s very adorable when he’s jealous. Very possessive.” There was a leer smirk on Hartley’s face that Barry was frightened of. 

“You know if you weren’t such an asshole and, y’know, a villain–”

“Anti-hero, actually,” Hartley corrected him. “The things you do for love.”

“We’d actually be good friends.”

“Hmm. Maybe.”

anonymous asked:

If Mary's real name is Rosamund, then she might be named after the medieval Rosamund (nickname "Rose of the World" of the 12th century) who was brutally murdered by her rival Queen Eleanor for falling in love with the King. I bet Mary sees herself this way: the innocent victim of a love triangle, beautiful and pure - slaughtered by her cold-hearted rival because they competed for the same man's love. It's pretty disgusting when you think about it.

Yep, exactly Nonny! People have also linked her / the baby with the poet Rosamund Marriott Watson as well. 

Mmm, and to add salt to the wound, Mary then she goes and names her own child after herself because she wants John to never forget her (paralleling the bride in TAB? “Do not forget me…”). Mary is a manipulator, and you will never convince me otherwise. She wants to keep her claws in John as much as possible.

I’m not even convinced that Rosamund Mary is her real name, to be rather honest, especially since we never find out her “real” last name other than the one on her passport (which I actually believe is her real name, Gabrielle Ashdown); in HLV we find out she got her name “Mary Morstan” from a tombstone… Convenient that her real middle name is the same as that tombstone, I guess? 

She made it up, I think. No doubt that Rosamund means SOMETHING to her (otherwise why the fuck insist on the name going to the child when John wanted “Katherine”), but yeah, I’m really skeptical about the full name. She just wanted to make John miserable.