when someone barge in u room as u singin n dancin
There is now a measles outbreak in New York. A whole ward of cancer patients currently undergoing chemotherapy have been exposed to it. Imagine fighting cancer for years only to die because some jackass didn’t vaccinate their brat and you caught measles.
STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PARENTS
karasuya asked you:
Sorry for adding another prompt to the list, but Im craving some jealous!Roy and some Havoc/Ed. So how about Roy’s been bar hopping/is drunk and he sees Ed and Havoc leave a bar together and Ed is drunk and flirty with Havoc and Roy gets so fucking jealous.
((So this turned out waaaaay longer and a bit different than I first intended and I’m still not entirely finished, hence why I’ve decided to split it into two parts. :’D I hope you guys like it? Warnings for sexual references and things of that nature.))
Over the years Roy has become a master at detecting subtleties in human behavior. It’s second-nature to him to gauge the emotions of those around him, searching for weakness, threat, invitation.
There’s the vague, polite smile of disinterest that tells him a date is not going to end in a sex-warm bed. The cold and focused stare across a table that tells him he is despised, objectified, by older and more decorated men. There are the puzzling inquiries about his personal life (“You really aren’t looking for a wife, are you Mustang?”) and handshakes that linger far too long for his liking that fill him with a deep sense of dread.
This is one of the only places he can get away from all of that: a bar that’s nice enough to wear polished shoes, casual enough to order single malt whiskey without disapproval. He can forget about how poisonous and manipulative he can be, how many lives are on the line, just who knows what about which of his loved ones, if attraction to a subordinate is such a bad thing if he treats him carefully. If he loves him with everything he has.
I gave up because Previous Book Owner, heretofore known as PBO, stopped underlining stuff
They gave up too
I trusted you
I am so done with this I’m literally just reading what the previous book owner underlined and nothing else.
romeo being weeaboo trash
I wanted to do something for FMA Week, so I did this.
…whatever the hell this is.
With the newspaper in one hand and an empty coffee mug in the other, Roy is just settling into a proper mid-Saturday doze in his best armchair when the doorbell rings.
Perhaps whoever it is will think better of the endeavor if he valiantly impersonates empty space.
The doorbell rings again.
He thinks Give up very loudly in the direction of the foyer.
He seriously considers calling Come back later, I’m dead!
The doorbell rings again.
I think you’re mistaken in this being gen and instead just stopped before the good parts happened
…you know me disproportionately well considering the length of our acquaintance, dahling. :’D ♥~
I’m good at reading people
Please send me art memes
I need a distraction from 17th c philosopher diction