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oh my god chills
Rewatching Brotherhood, and one of the things I’ve always loved is how Team Mustang always treated Ed like the kid he was, despite his State Alchemist qualification.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, they respect him—but they respect him as a person rather than respecting for the title. When Maria Ross and Denny Brosh first meet the boys, they address Ed as they would a superior. Even when they reprimand him, they apologize to him for it and are afraid they’ll be punished since he technically has the rank of “major.” But Team Mustang never did that. In fact, the first time we see them interact with Ed (that is, the full team, rather than just Roy or Riza), we see that Fuery just addresses them by name:
I’m pretty sure Ed outranks Fuery, being a State Alchemist and all, but you wouldn’t know that by the way Fuery addresses him by name like that. The others are the same, too, for the most part. This one is from Havoc:
We get this from Breda:
And while, yes, both of those nicknames use the word “boss,” they sound far more like terms of endearment rather than respect. (Especially since Breda followed that comment with, “I hope he’s okay,” and Falman followed it up with, “As do I.”)
Falman, as far as I can recall, always addresses them by name (and addresses them as “The Elric brothers?!” when he reunites with them at Briggs). Riza calls them by name, Roy calls Al by name (I think) and always calls Ed “Fullmetal” … they’re nicknames, terms of endearment. They’re shown respect, but they’re also treated like … well, let’s put it this way: if Team Mustang really is a ragtag sort of family (and let’s be real, it is), then Ed and Al are the kids of that family and have always been treated as such.
I mean, remember the Scar incident?
Havoc helping Ed up and making sure he’s okay (with some other faceless soldier, sure, but look at how concerned Havoc looks).
Mustang—of all people, MUSTANG—smiling like that as the brothers reconcile (after Al yells at Ed for almost throwing his life away and the two calm down and say, “yeah, we’re still alive”). And yes, Hughes looks all put-out, but it’s okay, a moment later and he’s in on it too:
And then Riza gives Ed her jacket:
And just—would you just look at them:
Even Armstrong gets in on it and he’s not even a member of Team Mustang (but he’s kind of like an honorary member in the sense that he’s on Team Mustang’s side from the start, just like Hughes, though Hughes is even more of an honorary member of Team Mustang than Armstrong).
I’ve always just really, really, really loved the way Team Mustang treats Ed and Al, like they’re kids/family/part of the time, how they really, genuinely care about them and always have. It’s not just that Ed outranks them, but more that Ed is Ed and they care about him for that reason (and care about Al because Al is Al). It really shows, and I’ve always loved it.
(And you know? I would guarantee you that Ed and Al love it too, even if Ed is a bit more reluctant to admit/talk about it.)
Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about how Zuko accidentally spoke against his father and begged for forgiveness, on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got half his face burned off and banished from his home
Then Zuko betrayed his uncle and everything Iroh had ever taught him, begged for forgiveness on his knees with tears in his eyes, and got a hug and complete forgiveness and unconditional love
Sometimes I think of how one tiny mutated cell can wipe out our whole civilization, but then I watch a video like this and think “nah, we’re way too awesome of a species to be defeated.”
I feel like my life is complete after watching this.
HOLY SHITTING CHRIST.HOW DOES HE MANAGE TO KEEP SUCH A GOOD TONE QUALITY. WHAT THE SHIT. I CAN’T. JUST.
Seriously, as somebody who is relatively good at the flute let me tell you that that is really fucking difficult. REALLY FUCKING DIFFICULT. That’s like the flautist’s equivalent of trying to talk normally whilst breathing in: it just isn’t doable. This guy is using some freaky fucking sorcery. As if that weren’t bad enough: HIS FINGERS ON THAT LAST BLOODY SCALE HOLY SHIT. HOW CAN YOU MOVE THAT FAST. I CAN’T EVEN DO F BLOODY MAJOR THAT FAST AND IT’S THE EASIEST BLOODY SCALE WE HAVE HOLY CHRIST.
The Pied Piper of Hamelin 2014
There are gods, she told herself, and there are true knights too. All the stories can’t be lies. - Sansa Stark
I feel you. Last year mine was an extra page long. basically just keep printing off pages and doing physical edits and cutting things that are superfluous and you’ll eventually get it down! Luck!
Thank you!! At this moment I’m pretty certain my essay is still complete shit, but I managed to get rid of about 200 words so I’m proud - to me cutting stuff out of writing is really hard.
Royai Week ► AU / Crossover
Corporate AU. “We can’t,” Riza said breathlessly, her hands warm against Roy’s chest. “Anti-fraternization policy.” Roy smiled slyly. If that measly excuse was all she could come up with to throw him off, then their kiss must have affected her as much as it did him. “We don’t have one,” he said casually. “I checked the day we hired you,” he said and bent down to kiss her again.
“Good morning, sir,” Riza said immediately upon entering her boss’s office. “Today you have a meeting with the other executives at one in the afternoon. Then you have dinner with—”
“Riza!” Roy exclaimed. “Riza, Riza, Riza. My lovely Riza. You’re incredibly smart; I know you are—that’s why I hired you. So why is it that whenever I, your boss, order you to do something simple, say, like only wear miniskirts to work, you never seem to understand?”
“I understand completely, Mr. Mustang; I simply deem it irrelevant to helping you in your job and therefore elected not to follow it.”
“Irrelevant? Why, Riza, you seem to underestimate the power a beauty such as yourself holds over men.” Roy’s laugh was meant to be light, but there was a rough edge to it that undermined it. It set Riza on an edge. Something was different today, like Roy’s usual charming veneer had worn thin and the hardness underneath was allowed a rare glimpse in the light..
Roy, on the other hand, was considering whether or not he should fire Riza for the tenth time that day and the thousandth time since she’d come to work for him. Goodness knows she was a lifesaver and was probably the reason behind his division’s success. There was a reason she made more money than most of the other executives.
But goddamn it, why couldn’t she just wear a miniskirt for once? Anything but that pencil skirt and blouse, that outfit that she thought was so conservative but really just made Roy want to slowly peel that skirt up so he could lick his way up her legs, those legs that Roy imaged, fantasized about twenty-four seven. God, she probably had the most supple, toned thighs, Roy imagined for the thousandth time, and hell, he’d give anything to have them wrapped around him.
what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom