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Edward Elric vs. his male role models

lmao spoiler warning; this is going off of Brotherhood, btw

I was thinking today how it’s really interesting how Edward’s relationship with his father and his feelings toward his father are reflected in the way he acts toward male figures of authority in the military, at least outwardly. See, look at these three main ones:

Roy Mustang: Ed acts very defiant and stubborn around him. He openly mocks him and defies him, even though he’s outranked. He does respect Mustang, but he rarely expresses this.

Alex Louis Armstrong: Ed rebuffs Armstrong’s enthusiasm and affection with apparent aggravation at being shown such sentiments. He often tells him to get out, or put his shirt back on. Like his feelings toward Mustang, he also respects the Major, but doesn’t tend to display it openly.

Maes Hughes: Ed was often frustrated and exasperated by Hughes’ obsession with his family. After his death though, Ed was genuinely rocked to his core, and it’s obvious that he had respected Hughes the whole time, but he hadn’t really ever shown it. (In Hughes he also saw a father devoted wholeheartedly to his family, quite unlike the father Ed knew.)

So it’s clear by the way he acts around these three that he does respect his male role models, but he just finds it incredibly difficult to actually express this. However, look at his change in attitude around female role models:

Riza Hawkeye: Ed shows a clear respect for her, talking to her civilly and seriously (look at the conversation the two have about Ishval). I can’t recall a time when he was rude or mocking to her.

Maria Ross: When he and Al sneaked away to the Fifth Laboratory, they were disobeying Armstrong, not Ross. But when Ed was slapped by Ross and she scolded him, he accepted it and knew that he deserved it. Not only that, but when Ross was accused of Hughes’ murder and “killed” by Mustang, Ed was furious, and actually attacked the Colonel on Ross’ behalf.

Olivier Mira Armstrong: Ed is cut down to size immediately by General Armstrong, but instead of lashing out like he would to Mustang, he is cowed and doesn’t attempt to fight back. He’s afraid of her and respects her.

Izumi Curtis: It’s true that she’s not a part of the military, but I would argue that Izumi is one of the most major role models that Ed has. He respects her values and opinions, which is why he was afraid to tell her that he and Al had committed a taboo. She’s his and Al’s number one teacher, and therefore number one role model. 

So, judging by this, Ed has a problem outwardly showing respect to his male role models, whereas to female role models and figures of authority, he willingly expresses his respect for them. This seems to me like a direct reflection of his relationship with his parents. 

His relationship with an absentee Hohenheim is full of resentment and bitterness, and his relationship with his mother is one of love and respect. I think it’s these core relationships that shape Edward’s relations with others in positions of power. I also think it’s really cool that something so psychological and subtle can be woven throughout this show.

Do let me know if I missed anything, or analyzed it wrong, or anything like that.

Nanbaka: My Dream About Jyugo


So like what I remember of it is that I had been put in a prison with Jyugo, it wasn’t the Nanba prison but a different one, a very strict and cruel one. And I assume me and Jyugo are a couple in the dream because when the guards would come to take us away for.. well basically they tortured inmates, I would just cry and cling to him because the torture was decided at random and.. a weird part was the inmates where in a faris wheel but it was like the seats are upside down? It was weird and it spun until people fell out and died.. quite a cruel dream might I add. And I dont remember much else of the dream I know Rock and Nico and Uno where in it somewhere.. SO YEAH FIRST DREAM ABOUT JYUGO AND THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED. My mind is quite odd I haven’t had a strange dream like this in well never really. 

Jerry Nolan and Johnny Thunders used to call me quite frequently. Jerry would come over to my place to pick me up and then we would go cop some dope. The Heartbreakers were just getting together with John, Jerry, and Richard Hell. I guess those guys were all dope fiends then. It was not easy to cop dope. It was unreliable, it was annoying and there were rip-offs. People would buddy up and go cop. If you went and copped for someone, you were entitled to “tap” the bag. Richard Hell had mentioned to me that he was going to write a song better than Lou Reeds “Heroin,” so I took his idea and wrote “Chinese Rocks” in Deborah Harry’s apartment that night.

I wrote the song about Jerry calling me up to come over and go cop. The line “My girlfriend’s crying in the shower stall” was about Connie, and the shower was at Arturo Vega’s loft. The intro to the song was the same kind of stuff I had put in songs like “Commando” and the chorus of “53rd & 3rd.” I wrote these songs before “Chinese Rocks” and The Ramones had already performed and recorded these tunes.

By the time I got the song finished I was living on 10th Street. Jerry Nolan would come over as usual. It was perfect because the dope spot had moved to 10th Street and Avenue D, so my new apartment became a meeting place because it was so close to the action.

When Jerry was over at my place one day, we did some dope and then I played him my song, and he took it with him to a Heartbreakers’ rehearsal. When Leee Childers started managing them, and got them a record deal, “Chinese Rocks” was their first single off LAME. He also managed Wayne County. The song did well too, and helped start a career for the Heartbreakers. It was dedicated to the boys on Norfolk Street, I can understand that, but the credits are false. Johnny Thunders ranked on me for fourteen years, trying to make out like he wrote the song. What a low-life maneuver by those guys! By then, I was really too fucked up to care.

From Dee Dee Ramone’s (September 18, 1951 – June 5, 2002) autobiography “Lobotomy”, photo by Tom Hearn, ca 1976


25 WEEKS ONE OK ROCK CHALLENGE [1/25]                                            What was the first song you heard?                                                                 

THE BEGINNING                                                                                        

I first heard this song over three years ago while watching the Rurouni Kenshin Live Action trailer. When Taka sung that first line, I knew that I had to get this song on my ipod. Unfortunately, the entire song wasn’t released yet. I lived off the 30 second preview of it for two months which probably made me even more desperate for the entire thing. This is absolutely my favorite song. It perfectly shows how powerful and unique his voice is. Anyone who knows me is probably sick of me saying how this is my favorite song, but it isssss. I still can’t quite put a finger on why I love this song so much or what exactly it is that I feel when I hear this song, but I know that it is the same feeling I had three years ago and I know that it means a great deal to me.

Calum Says “I Love You” For The First Time:

“Why didn’t you ask for one of us to get the box?” Calum asked again.

You sighed as you stared at your now broken ankle which had been put in a cast. Cal had chosen red because it apparently looked punk rock. You had been trying to reach your suitcase which had been shoved on the top shelf of the wardrobe during the night. You didn’t want to bother the boys since they’d just finished a show and were actually asleep early for once. So you’d dragged a chair from the lounge part and stood on it but the bus had turned a corner at the wrong moment and you’d fallen off it. Luke had compared your screaming to that of a banshee when he’d woke n up to find out what was wrong. Cue Calum freaking out and calling a taxi to get you to the hospital then insisting he came with you even if they had another show and early interview the next day.

“You guys were sleeping and I just needed to get a jacket,” you explained.

“You could’ve just borrowed one of mine,” he replied as he rested his arms on the bed.

You yawned and rested your head against the pillow. You’d been best friends with Calum since you were younger, he had saved you from being hit by a football and he hadn’t left your side since. You remembered the day he’d told you about the band they’d formed, you’d helped them get Ashton on board even if Calum hadn’t shown up to the first few rehearsals. Then when the band had suddenly hit it big, you saw how much Cal hated to leave you behind which was when he came up with his latest idea. Since you were still unsure about what you wanted to do at university, you’d taken a gap year and Cal had suggested you spent some time with him on tour.

You were starting to wonder if your family had been right about travelling with a band. They’d warned you about the late nights and the proximity causing friction. It had only been the other morning when Michael and Luke had argued over who had finished the orange juice. It was you however you kept that quiet. But you loved it. Every single time you watched them on stage, you wanted to grab the nearest person to you and tell them they’re my boys, aren’t they amazing? They made you so proud night after night. You knew Cal’s routine when he came off stage, they had a sweaty group hug which you often ended up in the middle of then he’d wrap an arm around your shoulder as you walked back to the dressing room. There had never been anything romantic between you two but you felt safe with Cal, like the world could fall around you but it’d be okay as long as you had him.

“Maybe you should try to get some sleep,” Calum suggested. “I’ll call your mum and tell her what’s happened.”

“I can call her tomorrow,” you sighed as you tried to get comfortable. “You should sleep too, you know. I’ll call everybody in the morning and you can work out how you’re going to make it to the interview on time.”

“We can worry about that tomorrow,” he said casually.

He stroked your hair back from your face and smiled.

“Still coming back with me?” Calum asked while he traced the outline of your cheek.

“I don’t know, Cal. I’m going to need help showering and getting around, maybe I should go back and let my mum help me.”

Cal’s smile slowly vanished but he nodded anyway. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

You caught his hand as he sat back into the seat.

“Cal,” you said to get his attention. “I don’t want to go home. I just don’t want to make your life any harder. Okay?”

“I don’t mind helping you,” he mumbled as he laced his fingers through yours.

“Thanks,” you whispered back.

You closed your eyes, falling asleep with your hand still in his. Your dreamless sleep was interrupted when you heard Cal singing softly to you. You wanted to open your eyes and join in singing; it was your favourite song of theirs. The boys would sing it to you when you were in a bad mood or felt ill but the others didn’t know Cal sang it to you every night to help you get to sleep in the unfamiliar hotel rooms.

But he stopped singing and you felt him brush your hair back out of your face. You waited, unsure of what he was going to do next. You thought he might be leaving, you couldn’t blame him if he was, you had no idea what time it was.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he muttered. You heard him sigh as he sat back into his chair. “I like having you around. You get me to lower my guard a little bit.”

He rubbed his hands together. You imagined how he’d be sitting: slightly forward, his elbows resting against his knees and his eyes trained firmly on somewhere that wasn’t you. You knew he’d never say this to you if he knew you were awake. Calum liked to keep you at arm’s length sometimes, he didn’t want you to get too close and hurt him or, usually, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You’re my best friend. I should probably say this to you when you’re awake.” He chuckled softly then reached for your hand again. He rested his on top lightly. “But I guess things like this are easier to say when I don’t have to see your reaction. I know you don’t feel the same way about me. I get that, I understand that. I try and write these songs hoping you’ll notice one day that they’re about you but for somebody as intelligent as you, you’re fucking oblivious sometimes.”

You fought the urge to wake up and say you weren’t having sexual relations with oblivious like you usually would when Cal said things like that but you wanted to see where he was heading with his confession. The song thing threw you though; you just thought they were about his ex-girlfriends and failed relationships.

“I mean, I thought you’d eventually work it out,” he sighed. “I thought you’d finally realised when you asked who Everything I Want was about. How many more songs do I need to write to make you realise that I love you?”

He fell silent for a moment then he made some noise that resembled a laugh.

“That’s first time I’ve ever said that to you and you aren’t even awake to hear it.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you realised what Calum was saying. Your best friend was in love with you.


You’d never really thought about Cal in a romantic sense. Sure, as you’d gone through your awkward early teen stage, you’d wondered what it’d be like to kiss him and maybe date him but you had shrugged it off as something that wasn’t ever going to happen. You settled for your friendship with Cal and started to date other guys.

“I doubt you feel the same but I needed to say it,” he finished.

You opened your eyes and stretched, you turned your head to look at him wondering if he’d admit it to you if you gently pushed him to.

“Say what?” you asked with a yawn.

Cal looked up at you and smiled. “Nothing, I was talking to myself.”

“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn you said you loved me.”

Cal’s mouth fell open and you could see the panic in his eyes. He gripped onto the armrests, trying to work out if you were being serious. He started laughing.

“Yeah, okay. Nice try. You haven’t lost your sense of humour then.”

You sighed inwardly. He was never going to do it unless you said it first. You opened your mouth but you couldn’t say it back. You’d pushed out your feelings for Calum for so long, you were unsure they were strong enough to tell him about. You didn’t want to say something only for you to take it back at a later date and crush him. You knew Cal, he’d invest his heart and soul into a relationship with you.

“Cal, I heard you,” you said as you tried to sit up.

He helped you up but then he sat back down sharply. “Prove it.”

“Everything I want. It’s about me, isn’t it?”

He dropped his gaze to the floor and sat back into the chair with sigh.

“You weren’t supposed to find out,” he said firmly. “I know you don’t feel the same way. It’s why I like you being there at the side of the stage, I like pretending you’re there just for me.”

“It’s why you walk me back to the dressing room with your arm around me, isn’t it? And singing me to sleep too, it’s all to keep me close.”

He nodded then finally built up the courage to look at you.

“I should have told you,” he admitted quietly. “So what do you think?”

“You’re my best friend, Cal. I’ll always love you in a sense but you have to give me some time to work things out, it isn’t as easy as me falling into your arms.”

“I know,” he sighed as he took your hand again. “But I’ll wait if that’s okay with you.”

  • Interviewer: Is it true you accidentally walked in on Zack from All Time Low naked after a shower back in the day?
  • Halsey: Yeah, oh my gosh, you guys dug deep! I used to work at a venue in Pennsylvania called the Crocodile Rock Cafe. I was like 16, I lied about my age and said I was 18. So I was booking shows there. I was booking like Warped Tour type bands; A Day To Remember, Four Year Strong, The Devil Wears Prada. I guess like hardcore/pop-punk kinda bands. And one of the bands I booked was All Time Low. So I had access to the venue because I working and I was a MASSIVE All Time Low fan. So I walked upstairs and he [Zack] had just gotten out of the shower and was in the process of putting a towel around himself and I saw EVERYTHING. I was like 16 so I panicked. And Alex and I are in touch pretty much a couple times a week now so it's pretty ironic for me to have had that experience and have it come full circle in that way.
Five Minutes Older -- Chapter Six: The Power of Mabel

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight  - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven

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A Time Stuck AU fic where Mabel gets trapped in the past with a younger version of Stan. Stuff starts to get real this chapter, guys, I am so excited.

Stanley, Oregon, 1979

A person could make the trip from Northern Missouri to Oregon in two days if they didn’t mind long hours on the road. It took Stan four days, delayed a little bit by car trouble but mostly by reluctance. 

Along the way he’d had to stop and pull over six times, each time telling Mabel he just wanted to stretch his legs. Really what he’d needed was a chance to find an isolated spot someplace where he could put his head between his knees and quietly panic. Where he could rock back and forth and breathe in and out until he stopped feeling lightheaded. On one occasion, Mabel had followed him and caught him like that. He’d resolved not to let her see it a second time.

He was glad to have her holding his hand as they approached the door.

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Shout out to all the Asian kids out there graduating this week
To all the Asian kids who aren’t congratulated enough because no one thinks they had to try
To all the Asian kids who studied for hours and had breakdowns and worked so damn hard for their grades, only to have them taken for granted by those who can’t see past their race
To all the Asian kids who put up with all the “how did you do so well I bet you don’t even study” like having Asian blood makes you some kind of genius
Just generally to all the Asian kids to won’t be getting as much congrats as may be due from their classmates or elders because people always overestimate and expect so much from them
You guys all rock and you’ve done amazing, well done

Anthony Ainley, who played the Master, was one of the biggest cowards I’ve ever met in my life. One particular moment, I think, we were on a hillside and he was threatening me with… that he was going to shoot me, and the Cybermen turned up, and the special effects guys had put a little thing… and they said what’s going to happen is there’s going to be a puff of smoke and then we’ll put a noise on afterwards. So I said okay. The effect duly went off, and it was a rather louder explosion than we thought. Not terribly, but, you know, I just stood there and looked around. And I looked back, and Anthony had run. He’d run and hidden behind a rock. Afraid of getting hit by polystyrene shrapnel, which of course can be very dangerous. [laughs] You could see him getting really nervous every time the special effects guys lit this thing, and it wasn’t really… there was no danger. And so it was consummate acting in many ways to cover the fact that he was a wimp.
—  Peter Davison, in an interview on The Five Doctors DVD.
April Fools!

Great work to those who saw through our joke! I commend you on your knowledge of Mulan.

I had a lot of fun coming up with the idea and putting it all together, those hours of painting the details payed off.

Thanks to those who played along, you rock! And to those whose rage for Frozen was brought out by the post, I encourage you just to let it go. Whilst it had it flaws, Frozen was still pretty cool. Ice cool.


Okay so Jefferson says (may not be entirely correct on lyrics but I’m trying) “Letter on my desk from the president
Haven’t put my bag down yet
Sally be a lamb darling won’t you open it”

Guys. Thomas Jefferson had a relationship with one of his slaves, Sarah “Sally” Hemings, and had several children with her, which became a huge political scandal in the early 1800s.

Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

Really though, makes Jefferson even more of an ass (and we thought he had already hit rock bottom) considering The Reynolds Pamphlet.


1. As of yesterday I’m 34, but somehow I still feel like I’m not an adult yet.

2. I had a blast with my friends and stayed up *almost* until dawn and then had to wake up at 7am. Because… adulting. Maybe I should rethink #1.

3. I wore my Minnie Mouse sweater today and loved every second of it.

Rethinking the rethinking of #1.

4. I didn’t post a selfie with this because the hubs is taking me out for my birthday celebratory dinner tonight and I will probably post a selfie then.

5. Thank you for putting up with my tipsy posts. I didn’t lose one follower, you guys rock.

6. Cleaning after a few glasses of sangria just won’t. So I’m currently making up for it today.

7. I hope you guys had an awesome weekend. I know I did, and I can’t wait to catch up on all your blogs tonight.