She raised her fist and he bumped it. I am so more-than-okay-try-amazing with Team Fist Bump being a thing.
God damn it Hakuro I am going to slit your throat myself don't make me come in there you swine
“Mercury! It’s coming through the floor! Five men down! Request assistance! repeat, assistance!” OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT BOB WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME *gnawing on fingernails*
The little dog turned in a circle, but then obeyed his orders and sat at Miles’ feet. Nnnhhhnnnnnnnnnn ;________;
“Sorry, Boss, I’ve got you, can you talk, where’re you hit?” (a) I think my heart stopped (b) now I'm having Breda/Ed!bromance wibbles
His slowness was worrying. *weak sobbing around the breath I'm holding*
I'm going to take a moment to point out that standing against Roy Mustang in battle requires a very, very special, very, very brave kind of soldier. A+ there, Hakruo, you miserable piece of SHIT. :D
Roy took a fractional moment to wonder where the hell Armstrong’s shirt had gone. I just snorked (elegantly, of course) trying not to laugh aloud at my desk.
“Absolutely not,” said Roy. What could they do instead? Oh dammit, he couldn’t think of a thing. “All right, Major.” I am having Aragorn-tossing-Gimli flashbacks, and they are delightful. XDDDD
outburst of sincerity. This is without a doubt the best thing ever. All previous things are woefully inadequate. THE END.
“Oh hell,” Riza said. “They’ve taken back Comms.” ... “Major Miles,” said Ed. MY FIRST THOUGHT *MORE SCREAMING* *followed by weeping at Riza's reaction, which is just so terrible and sad and genuine*
There was knocking on the barricade. A familiar four-note tattoo, the knock on her apartment door in the quiet of the evening. *EQUALLY OBNOXIOUS BUT MUCH HAPPIER SCREAMING*
Barker silently handed her his own spare. Dear Barker, I owe you a hug. Love, Tierfal
...dear Bob Fish, I am sincerely sorry that I am such an incoherent fangirl; I should at least like to be a coherent fangirl, but... yeah, between the way Tumblr has taught me to howl about ~feelings~ and the general excitement about anything-FMA and your staggering talent, all hope of coherency is lost. XD Love, Tierfal
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Date: 2012-10-10 12:39 am (UTC)I am so more-than-okay-try-amazing with Team Fist Bump being a thing.
God damn it Hakuro I am going to slit your throat myself don't make me come in there you swine
“Mercury! It’s coming through the floor! Five men down! Request assistance! repeat, assistance!”
OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT
BOB WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
*gnawing on fingernails*
The little dog turned in a circle, but then obeyed his orders and sat at Miles’ feet.
Nnnhhhnnnnnnnnnn ;________;
“Sorry, Boss, I’ve got you, can you talk, where’re you hit?”
(a) I think my heart stopped
(b) now I'm having Breda/Ed!bromance wibbles
His slowness was worrying.
*weak sobbing around the breath I'm holding*
I'm going to take a moment to point out that standing against Roy Mustang in battle requires a very, very special, very, very brave kind of soldier. A+ there, Hakruo, you miserable piece of SHIT. :D
Roy took a fractional moment to wonder where the hell Armstrong’s shirt had gone.
I just snorked (elegantly, of course) trying not to laugh aloud at my desk.
“Absolutely not,” said Roy. What could they do instead? Oh dammit, he couldn’t think of a thing. “All right, Major.”
I am having Aragorn-tossing-Gimli flashbacks, and they are delightful. XDDDD
outburst of sincerity.
This is without a doubt the best thing ever. All previous things are woefully inadequate. THE END.
“Oh hell,” Riza said. “They’ve taken back Comms.” ... “Major Miles,” said Ed.
MY FIRST THOUGHT *MORE SCREAMING*
*followed by weeping at Riza's reaction, which is just so terrible and sad and genuine*
There was knocking on the barricade. A familiar four-note tattoo, the knock on her apartment door in the quiet of the evening.
*EQUALLY OBNOXIOUS BUT MUCH HAPPIER SCREAMING*
Barker silently handed her his own spare.
Dear Barker,
I owe you a hug.
Love, Tierfal
...dear Bob Fish,
I am sincerely sorry that I am such an incoherent fangirl; I should at least like to be a coherent fangirl, but... yeah, between the way Tumblr has taught me to howl about ~feelings~ and the general excitement about anything-FMA and your staggering talent, all hope of coherency is lost. XD
Love, Tierfal