she's not flat

I don’t know if this was done but I was re-reading the Green Witch Arc when this flashback happen in Chapter 101. The more re-reading I do the more everything falls into place and I mean everything! Of course he could be mentioning Rachel, but it makes more sense if he was referring to Our!Ciel and Real!Ciel in that instance. 

Also, another thing I noticed. Earlier in the arc when Ciel is poisoned, he has flashbacks to when he was kidnapped. LIKE BUD. Yana basically confirmed 2CT in chapter 90 in that arc!! She flat out spilled the beans!

It just… makes sense. The more you re-read, the more things jump out at you and you notice all the little clues and details. I’m all for 2CT. I’m excited to see how this will play out and how both our Ciel and Sebastian take to it. There is no doubt that Undertaker is involved in this too. No doubt at all. 

I’m also intrigued to see how Prince Soma is going to take to this. My heart physically hurt for him. We’ve never seen him make a face like that before either. I’m afraid of how these events are going to unfold for him. 

meadow105  asked:

I like how Sapphire is so civil with Steven despite Ruby blowing her top. Even so, I acknowledge Sapphire is struggling to understand just as much as everyone else and is merely trying to do the right thing. I bet she foresaw a promising future.

Yeah, her feelings about Pearl in keystone motel were a big inspiration for her behaviors. In an early draft, she flat out said she was disappointed in the outcome of the barbecue.


i’m randomly thinkin bout her character but i want to clarify that dawn has both internalized body issues and openly body shames others. she’s uh. not exactly body positive. i only post this as like an OOC reminder that some of the shit she says about that is genuinely awful??? she’ll flat out tell people they’re too skinny despite being openly obsessed with her own size & aware on at least a subconscious level that her appearance is a big part of both her brand and her social appeal. like… idk? if i need 2 tag dawn being an asshole about that in the future lemme know but i suddenly realized i should probably big time clarify she’s pretty progressive on some things but there’s still shit she’s just. mean about.

On Saturday I went to the opera with a friend and we started putting together an Objectively Perfect romantic fantasy. It goes like this:

SHE is a high-powered highly paid something in the City. Executives tremble before her. She is in her forties and wears exquisitely tailored suits and works fourteen hour days. She does not have time for love.

YOU are a poverty-stricken late-twenties millennial who will never be able to afford a house.

You meet by chance (you are a waitress at a corporate event, perhaps.) She has been thinking of setting up a mistress for a while. She buys you a cottage in the country. She does not live there: she has a flat in central London worth seven figures. Every other weekend she comes down to visit you, in your cottage, and her only requirements are that you need to have cooked something and you should be wearing a low-cut top. She has given you a credit card so you can buy the kind of clothes she likes to see you in. She really does not mind what you do with yourself the rest of the time. Every once in a while she needs a date to an event (an opera, gallery opening, colleague’s wedding to his fourth wife). Sometimes this involves flying you out to New York. The flight is always business class.

She is pretty bossy in the bedroom, but you’re into that.

Eventually you fall in love, but it takes a while because she is so, so busy. Meanwhile you look after your little cottage, practice cooking delicious food, and work on your book. It is heaven.

I saw this post by @krzed and I just had to draw it

I totally agree Kim would use Alix’s ace-ness to make the most ridiculous puns

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)


Mary and John - Fell in love due to Heaven’s orders.

Their story is based on a forced pairing. At their first meeting she knocked him flat on his ass, he seduced her with Led Zeppelin…

Dean and Cas - Fell in love despite Heaven’s orders.

Their story is based on Free Will. At their first meeting Dean stabbed Cas, he later gives him a Led Zeppelin mixtape…

Gif sources: @super-sootica @smiliecas

i was feeling a lil angsty T<T

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* I have to tell you something.
  • Rosamund: *sitting in her dad's old chair; eating a cookie* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *awkward* Um, well, for a while, I've been...on my own here.
  • Rosamund: *nods* I know. That's okay, Uncle Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I know. It's okay if that changes, too *pauses* would you be okay if that changes?
  • Rosamund: *confused* Changes how?
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I've asked someone to live with me. Someone very special, very close to me *affectionate* someone I love *smiles* and they've accepted.
  • Rosamund: *grins* Is it Aunt Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* How do you know that?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Oh, Uncle didn't think that was a SECRET, did you?
  • Sherlock: ...

Why Yellow is shaded, and Blue is not: 

Yellow has an ulterior motive—she conspired to shatter Pink Diamond because she wanted Blue for herself. Thus, she gets depth to her portrayal, much like there is depth to herself. 

Blue has a singular, transparent motive—she grieves Pink Diamond. Thus, she gets flat shading.

I was trying to teach my (irl) cockatiel Keith to talk, and she was just not doing it. I said to her, in a big, fake, babytalk voice ‘How are you?’ and then answered myself ‘Happy! I’m happy!’ so she would get the idea, and she replied, in a flat monotone 'How embarrassing.’