Tag: agent carter

glitterspacequeen:

tehzii:

barefootdramaturg:

thewinterotter:

writerlyn:

I unabashedly loved this scene.

My favorite thing about this is that Dottie is getting fucking object concealment tips from these genius food-stealing women and she’s probably using that knowledge to hide idek small thermonuclear devices in her bra or something. Probably went back to the Red Room afterward like “omg girls let me teach you what I learned in America. It’s vital we teach our tiny assassins to knit, I met a woman who successfully concealed a whole chicken in her sweater, they’ll need this kind of ingenuity in the field.”

I also really love that this is a large group of women who unabashedly like food and eating. None of them are going “oh no my diet, what if I get fat?”, they’re like “I CAN FIT A  CHICKEN IN MY SWEATER AND THEN LATER, I HAVE A WHOLE CHICKEN FOR ME.”

I’ve reblogged this before and seen it at least a dozen times, but every time I see “AND THEN LATER, I HAVE A WHOLE CHICKEN FOR ME.” I start ugly laughing and can’t stop and frighten the dog.

Remember that these women grew up during the depression. A lot of them probably learned food hoarding tactics because they never knew when their next meal was going to be. So yeah, if you have the chance to shove an entire chicken in your sweater so later, when there is suddenly *no food*? You’re gonna take it.

Dottie x Peggy – pacific rim au

pizza-is-my-buziness:

“You have to be kidding me.” Peggy doesn’t try to hide the sharp disbelief from her voice as she glares at the men who consider themselves her superiors. Honestly she wouldn’t put it past Dooley to go out of his way to make her miserable. Thompson, wearing a smirk on his face, isn’t helping.

“Some of the preliminarily simulations we’ve run suggest you two might be Drift Compatible,” Dooley says. “Will that be a problem, Carter? I thought you wanted to get back in a Jaegar.”

“Yeah, Peg, is there a problem?” The handcuffs rattle as Dottie shifts position, grinning at Peggy.

Peggy looks between her pig-headed chief and the smiling Russian assassin who has tried to kill her more than once. She isn’t sure which sight is more unappealing.

“Sir,” she says to Dooley, “she is a criminal. A known enemy of the country and the Jaegar program.”

“And she just might be the last option we have,” Dooley says flatly.

Thompson’s grin only grows. “What’s the matter, Marge? You don’t think you can handle her?”

Dottie’s smile is wolfish, all sharp teeth and predatory promise. “Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”

In a way, Peggy feels like she should be grateful to be Compatible with Dottie. She might have finally found someone who can keep up.

Drop a pairing and an AU setting in my inbox and I’ll write a 3 sentence fic!