Mapping out Galaxies

Inspired by this. Naturally, I let this fic get away from me and it turned into this. Also, this is for Vivian, Mina, Teal and Willow, for being endlessly patient and kind to me whenever I lost my mind to ConnorTim. You guys, as always, are the best ♥ :)

Summary: They’re a mess of tangled limbs, white sheets and warm skin, and Tim feels it’s as close to perfect as it’s ever going to be. Fluff and smut. Enjoy~

The first thing Tim notices as soon as he’s conscious enough to form cognitive thought is his surroundings: he’s lying on a bed in a room that isn’t his, that much is clear, but it’s a room that’s also in no way unfamiliar either. The place feels warm, comfortingly so, like the feeling Tim feels bubbling in his chest, making him want nothing more than to just sink back and let it encase him. 

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Yess I ship them. And here is why (now made rebloggable): 

The great thing about them is whether or not people ship them in a romantic way or just as brothers, no one can deny the fact that Ed and Al have a bond that kinda transcends all others (well at least, that’s how I see it anyway). 

They also balance each other very well and have a great dynamic. Al is calm, tolerable and patient whereas Ed is loud, short-tempered and brash. I love how Ed takes the lead, being the older brother and all, and it’s Al (who’s so huge and intimidating in that suit of armor even though he’s the sweetest thing) who follows after him, backing him up. Being the big brother, Ed is always looking after Al, but I always find it so amusing and endearing when Al is referred to Ed’s guardian because sometimes Ed fails to take care of his own health. They protect and look after each other. 

I also love the fact that even though Ed has the State qualification, Al is never jealous or harbors any resentment over it, and vise versa. It’s been said that Alphonse is the taller and better fighter of the two (and just as skilled at Alchemy as his brother), and while many people have comically mistaken Al for the Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed is never seriously upset by it. Which is so refreshing because I’ve seen that trope being used all the time. 

Ed was willing to give up everything to bring Al back and even became the dog of the military so he could find a way to restore Al to his original body. And his worst fear was Al hating him for what happened. And it’s kinda sad because that leads to Ed belittling his own injuries. He doesn’t care about the pain of his amputation because he always thinks that his brother has it much worse, being not able to feel pain, to fall asleep or eat. 

Even when they ‘fought’, they were able to make up. And that brofist will always get to me because I feel like it just STRENGTHS what’s already there. There are JUST SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS. THERE’S A LOT OK. AND I COULD KEEP GOING BUT THEN THIS POST WOULD BE EVEN LONGER.

BUT THIS ONE TAKES THE CAKE: that moment where Al gives up his soul to save his brother and Ed gives up Alchemy to bring his brother back. I mean you can’t get any more perfect than that. They’re the best fictional brothers ever lbr.

So in short: ED AND AL ARE SOUL MATES. Romantic soul mates, platonic soul mates, brotherly soul mates, who the heck cares. In the end, Ed is the one who could always find Al’s soul because he KNOWS Al’s soul, they were joined together like that; Ed found it once when he bounded his brother’s soul to the armor and he found it again when Al got his body back. They love each other, would do anything for each other and I have a lot feelings about them. They’re just amazing together askjdjaksld

Touch My Neck and I'll Touch Yours

Oh look, I accidentally wrote SnK. Eren/Rivaille for Mina, although I’m still a little embarrassed about posting this. Anyway, think of this as an added birthday present~

Warning: Frottage, slight BDSM undertones (all completely consensual), bruises and angst. Also there are spoilers if you’re not caught up to the manga and wish to remain unspoiled. Title is from “Sweater Weather” by The Neighborhood. 

It was like routine work. Training, training, more training–recon mission, debriefing and, on more than several occasion, medical examination, which usually resulted in Hanji poking and prodding Eren with a stick with far too much glee than was strictly necessary. And then Eren was escorted back to his cell, where he was expected to remain for the rest of the evening until someone–usually Mikasa and Armin–came in, demanding to see him. 

Eren was under no false impression that he still wasn’t trusted, that he was still under strict observation. It didn’t matter that Eren was there to help, given his newly obtained transformation, even the slightest movement on his part had the other members twitchy for their 3D gear. He didn’t blame them. Eren still didn’t understand his own abilities either or if trusted himself to control them just yet. So for now, he went along with it. 

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I’ve been busy writing an FMA/Pushing Daisies AU fic for Mina

And so far it’s 45 pages and over 18k words long (and still going lol)

I feel so proud because writing is fucking hard and I haven’t written a super lengthy fic in a long time so yay~


Dear Mina,
Firstly, I wanna say Happy Birthday, here’s another year to being part of the senior citizen’s club, hurray! :D And secondly, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being the bestest friend I could ever ask for. You’ve been so supportive and understanding and kind when I needed someone to lean on; you always make me laugh and know how cheer me up whenever I’m down. You’re just someone I can truly be myself around and I’m so grateful to have you in my life. So thank you, bb, I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day! ♥
Love, Jini