I’ve done a bunch for Marian by now, figured it’s about time I did one for this incredible dork. I imagine him as the kind of person who would punch a bee and not give a fuck. And then promptly have an allergic reaction; in the background, Anders sighs heavily and rubs his temples, muttering, “this is exactly what happened last time, why do you keep doing this”.
I know we all love graceful, gentle, beautiful Opal, but I need all ya’ll to consider just how weird she’d be trying to live a mundane life like her components used to. Just imagine:
- Opal hoarding endless amounts of useless stuff like Amethyst, but fixing anything that’s broken, separating everything into neat piles and cataloguing all her treasures in a little notebook, so she can keep track of them.
- Opal decorating her room with geodes and waterfalls, stretching floating river paths like cobwebs between geode islands.
- Steven and Opal braiding each other’s hair. Steven always ends up with hundreds of tiny braids that take days to sort out.
- Opal still picking Steven up and carrying him around long after he’s grown up. If Garnet dares to laugh, Opal picks her up too.
- Her and Garnet training together and learning from each other’s techniques.
- Her and Garnet accidentally knocking each other apart while training, and Pearl, Amethyst, Ruby and Sapphire remaining separate for the rest of the day, just hanging out like old times.
- Opal shrinking herself when indoors, but always making sure that she’s at least a few inches taller than Garnet, just to tease her.
- Opal having an almost mindreader-like sense for when Steven or Garnet needs a hug.
- Opal being the momfriend to everyone else, but somehow always getting herself into trouble.
I love this moment. I love it, because Agent Carter she is historically accurate.
American servicemen serving in the UK were issued pamphlets reminding them that the UK women had been in that war longer than the Americans had and deserved their respect:
A British woman officer or non-commissioned officer can and often does give orders to a male private. The men obey smartly and know it is no shame. For British women have proven themselves in this war. They have stuck to their posts near burning ammunition dumps, delivered messages afoot after their motorcycles have been blasted from under them. They have pulled aviators from burning planes. They have died at the gun posts and as they fell another girl has stepped directly into the position and “carried on.” There is not a single record in this war of any British woman in uniformed service quitting her post or failing in her duty under fire.
Now you understand why British soldiers respect the women in uniform. They have won the right to the utmost respect. When you see a girl in khaki or air-force blue with a bit of ribbon on her tunic - remember she didn’t get it for knitting more socks than anyone else in Ipswich.
No wonder she decks him. And no wonder his boss believes he deserves it.
#wait im getting some kind of telepathic interference#something massively dramatic and destructive is happening#could it be#yes its the return of my dbag ex and his bullshit anti-me helmet#i thought i could sense a hUGE FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT
