My favorite statement givers in tma are the people who only survived because they did not give a single fuck about what was happening and just accepted that that was their life now.
Andrew: Whoever makes Neil fall asleep gets $500 dollars
Aaron, grabbing a frying pan: I don’t even want the money
happy fullmetal alchemist day and also mean girls day to all those who celebrate
“Here you are never truly lost or forgotten.”
I wish I could write anything as quickly as tumblr collectively invented an entire film
neil josten really said “maybe the real game was the friends we made along the way” and then he also immediately responded to himself with “no i want my fucking championship trophy”
ao3 being down feels like getting cut off by the bartender
absolutely crazy how jeremy, captain of the sunshine court, meets wymack’s recruiting standards. he’s a fox parading around as a… trojan horse 🫢
Euh? Eh? Uh? A copper merchant?
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Ea-Nasir the Copper Merchant?!?
I HATE stories about people going spelunking STOP going into holes in the ground, mankind was NOT meant to go down there STOP it
After another grueling match, Jean Moreau is sent to handle press duty for the USC Trojans. His teammates have learned that Jean’s dry, deadpan humor in interviews is something to behold, and the upperclassmen make it their mission to catch his best moments on camera. For the freshmen, it's an initiation into the legend of Jean Moreau’s press conferences, with his signature blend of sarcasm and flat honesty baffling reporters and leaving his teammates in stitches.