PUBLIC THANK YOU TO MARITA because she just solved all my summer reading problems and she’s writing me fic apparently
/lies down in metaphorical puddle of books and wonder
oh my god I sent an email like half an hour ago to the traveling agency we’re going to NYC with that started as “attached you will find the central pages of my passport-“
guess what is NOT attached to the email
someone on my tlist told me this looks like a poster for a romcom
coming soon to attolian ampitheatres near you
- Riza Hawkeye: How long have you been in love with Winry?
- Edward Elric: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get... why would... I’ve never been in love with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your... you have... the nerve, the audacity! Winry is my mechanic, technically. And she is terrible, face-wise. And how... how do I know, frankly, that you’re not in love with her? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm! Check and mate. This is an outrage! Who do I call?