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little things I love about the fma fandom:

  • fan art for EVERYONE even though the cast is fucking massive. You want are of Catherine Armstrong? You bet! Frank Archer, who was literally invented solely for the purpose of being a twat 03? Tons! The dude from the background in Briggs with cool hair? You bet your ass Briggs Cool Hair Guy has art.
  • stupid short jokes we’re allowed to make since we’re all taller than our protagonist
  • “tiny miniskirts” could easily be the worst Annoying Fandom Catchphrase ever (and I’ll admit it probably was in the years following fma03) but these days I just see it used as an excuse to draw Roy Mustang in revealing clothing and who doesn’t love that?
  • those three weeks or so where there were flower crown edits everywhere, that was a good time
  • the general consensus that the correct term for Greed and Ling’s relationship is “roommates
    • the numerous AUs that accordingly write them as actual roommates
  • just the general fact that we’re still a thing?? like how the heck have we held so strong, by fandom standards we are elderly but we’re still kicking!
  • Olivier Mira Armstrong could beat up pretty much anyone in the fandom and we all know we’d thank her
    • but then there’s also a few people who are Extra in love with her, usually also along with the rest of Briggs. Bless them
  • here come the kimble
  • seriously, bless badlydrawnanime
  • royai shippers just fucking revelling in having the best dang straight ship anyone could dream of
  • still SO bitter about characters’ deaths (some of which happened more than a decade ago if you measure by the manga’s publication!) and probably more hypersensitive to jokes about them than any other fandom I’ve been in, yet also way, way more likely to make those infuriating jokes. We straight-up can’t help ourselves.
    • like I literally own a shirt that makes an “arm and a leg” joke it’s the most infuriating item of clothing I own any I love it
    • we basically wrote the book on Dead Anime Mom jokes, get on our level aaron jägerbomb
    • maes hughes. full stop.
  • the truest unifying constant through the years of our incredible, indelible loathing for Shou Tucker
  • Greed fans in general. Just… why are we like this. Help.
  • pretty chill as fandoms go? Not a whole lot of drama? thank god??
    • and as far as I’ve seen no drama specifically between 03 fans and manga/brohood fans like OH MY GOD can you imagine how annoying we’d be if that was a thing?
  • jaclcfrost posts
  • sassy alphonse
  • snap snap spark spark
Hiding no more

Summary: Sam catches the reader hiding from her ex in the back of the Impala. She can help them with their current hunt, and then maybe they can help her with her predicament. (And yes, it’s a reference from National Treasure. Because.)

Sort of Sam x reader, but not really.

Word count: 6609

I think need to put warnings on this: Domestic abuse, mental abuse, manipulation.

As I rounded the corner, I spotted him: the man I had feared for five years. He had tracked me down, and as if my presence was a glaring neon sign, he lifted his gaze and stared straight at me. I swore loudly and spun around, walking as fast as I could back to the motel I was staying in. No way I would reach my room before he caught me, and pigs would fly before I let him lay another hand on me, but the area was painfully void of hiding places.

I heard him yelling my name, his voice getting closer and closer. My heart raced, I felt it pounding in my ears, and I started running. The parking lot was empty save for a bright green Hyundai and a beautiful black Chevrolet. In another situation, I might have wandered over to admire it, but right then and there I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was that the door was open. Glancing over my shoulder, I searched for my ex. He hadn’t reached the corner yet, but I heard his heavy boots thundering over the asphalt.

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A book

When James wakes up the first thing he sees is the bright sunshine – that and Thomas’ face hovering just inside his view.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” There is laughter rippling through Thomas’ voice – he has always found it terribly amusing that James tends to sleep a lot whenever he is back from his journeys. James yawns.

“How late is it?” he mumbles, sleep still clouding his voice.

“Not as late as you might think,” Thomas grins. “But definitely too late for you to do anything productive this morning.”

“You’re only saying that because you want to keep me tied to the bed,” James protests. Despite his words, however, he doesn’t move, just enjoys the feeling of clean linen on his skin and Thomas’ presence so close, with their legs still touching.

“Maybe I am.” A twinkle of mischief lights up in Thomas’ eyes now. He turns around and grabs something from the table next to him before dropping it on James’ stomach. “But for now, this should be enough to keep you here.”

“Another book?” James laughs, but his movements are careful and gentle as he fingers the little book bound in red leather that Thomas has given him. It’s beautiful; everything that comes from Thomas’ hands is, to him.

“Of course. What did you expect? Actual affection?” Thomas evades James’ elbow with a grin and bends down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’m sure you’re going to love this one.”

“Herodotus’ Histories?”

“A friend of mine translated it into English for me a few years ago and I had it bound. You could say it’s the rarest item I own.”

“And you are giving it to me?” James can feel awe entering this voice.

“Of course. Who else would I rather like to have my most precious possession?” Thomas kisses him again and this time his lips linger. James smiles into the kiss and for a while, the Histories lies forgotten on the sheets.  


Flint finds the book when he looks through the ruins of Miranda’s house. The Meditations he has kept safe somewhere else, the words on its first page far too valuable for him to ever let it out of his sight for long, especially now that Miranda and, with her, the last safe haven he had on Nassau are gone.

Most of the place has been ransacked and demolished, but a little chest with books has survived and Flint’s fingers travel over the worn red leather that encase the pages of the Histories. If he closes his eyes he thinks he can still smell Thomas when he brings it up to his face – that scent, once so common and surrounding him from every angle, has now become something so rare that he treasures every moment he finds it. Maybe it isn’t even Thomas’ scent at all, but a phantom that his mind cooked up.

Maybe he has already forgotten the real one.

Flint shudders when his brain shouts his greatest fears so casually. He wants to forget but also wants to remember - wants to forget the bad and remember the good, but they are so hopelessly intertwined that sometimes he wonders if it weren’t better if he could wipe his memory completely.

Pressing the little book to his chest and then carefully tucking it into his pockets he decides, however, that sometimes the pain from those memories can be a good thing – after all, it tells him that he is still alive.


He cannot remember when the last time was that he’s had a time so peaceful and silent to himself.  Of course, his current lodgings are far from comfortable – hostage or prisoner, the cell he is in remains the same although they haven’t bound him – but it all pales besides the quiet that is finally his.

Some might have used this time to think, others to sleep, but he uses it to let his mind wander, back to other times and further beyond. He knows he can trust Silver to carry out their plan, so now, for the first time, everyone’s fate is in hands other than his own. The sudden freedom leaves a strange taste on his tongue. He is so tired.

Patting his pockets, he finds the Histories hidden away in one of them and the echo of a smile dashes across his lips. He has to remember how to smile - it has been so long. He can still cite some of those sentences in his sleep, but their meaning is not important. What is important is the memory of Thomas’ voice they carry, of his fingers travelling up and down his back as he reads his favourite passages from it to James, of the faint tickling of his hair on Flint’s skin and softness in his gaze as he looks at him.

For the first time in a long while Flint allows himself to be carried away by them. Silver’s voice echoes in his head, about a place that unruly family members were spirited away to, but he doesn’t hope. He has gone too far for hope. But there is peace inside him now, a peace soft and brittle but gentle too, and it soothes his soul until he loses himself in the book in his lap.

anonymous asked:

So you'll wear a dead animal on your feet, provided you didn't actually buy it first hand? Yeesh...

Honestly, yes. Those shoes are the only leather item that I own, and the fact that they were hand-me-downs about 5 years ago from my mum (who is also now vegan and no longer purchases animal products) from when she was my age, means they are quite sentimental to me. As someone who always wanted siblings to share clothes with but never got them, receiving those from her and knowing all the travels she took in them over the decades since they were bought always brought me happiness. Now that I’m vegan and have invested in other labels (like Vegan Style) I tend to wear them only a few times a year. The sturdiness of those boots is something that helps my patella tendonitis because I can fit my orthotics in and still be supported. To invest in new shoes like that would either cost me hundreds of dollars, or mean buying a cheap knockoff that would barely last a season before needing replacing. 

They were purchased literally 30+ years ago. No animal is being harmed by me still owning my mum’s old shoes. I no longer purchase leather, will never purchase it again, but I have no moral issue with people keeping or using products that they obtained pre-veganism. Waste is useless and doesn’t help the animal at all.

To each their own x

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“I know this is a problem almost everywhere, but I’m very upset it’s almost impossible to find Disney Princesses t-shirts here in Brazil. One day, I cried tears of joy ‘cause I found an Aurora t-shirt, but then, when I tried it on, it was too right because of my “generous” boobs and I cried tears of sadness. A few days ago I even looked at a little girl at the mall with envy because she was wearing a Belle t-shirt! The only wearable Princesses items I own are Ariel and Aurora slippers.”

marykatesmells  asked:

What are some of your college wardrobe essentials? Thanks!

I think college wardrobe essentials completely depend on your personal style/your school/what part of the country you are in/etc. For example, at my sister’s college, they wear ‘real clothes’ to class everyday. However, at my college, everybody wears xl t-shirts and tennis shoes to class. 

Here are my personal college wardrobe essentials. I tried to link items that I own that are available/similar pieces:

For class:

For weekends/etc.:


  • business attire: as a business major, we have to wear business casual/formal attire for presentations. I have a few business shift dresses, a pencil skirt, a blouse, a few midi skirts, a suit, and two business jumpsuits in my college closet at the moment. Those things are also good to have on hand for interviews, etc. I also have a few pairs of heels to pair with business outfits.
  • gameday outfits: for gamedays at my school, everybody dresses up! I usually keep 5-6 dresses and rompers on hand for gameday attire. 
  • chapter attire: my freshman/sophomore year, I had tons of ‘real clothes’ in my closet to wear to sorority chapter. If you plan on joining a sorority, it’s good to have a few business casual outfits on hand. 
  • home: I also have a ton of pieces I wear when I go home/travel. When I am at home, I pretty much never wear just a big tshirt + nike shorts. I prefer to wear ‘real clothes’ as often as I can. I have a few dresses for thanksgiving, easter, and other holidays. I also have a lot of colorful, fun pieces for travel. 

I have been posting my ootd’s throughout my 4 years of college:

I also specifically have my ‘going-out’ outfits here:

I hope that could help answer your question! Again, my college wardrobe essentials might be completely different than others, but these are just the things I find myself wearing the most often in college :)


I found #freenotecloth jeans at an incredible price today and bought two pair. There was another pair with a black cloth that fit like a glove, but these are the only ones I took. The darker pair is #loomstate, a beautiful dark blue colour, while the other is… I think… a slug indigo. This makes three items from Freenote that I own, but six pair of jeans. It may take me a while to build a rotation, but I plan on wearing these ones during my next degree.