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When Edward ran into his father again at Trisha's grave, Hohenheim acts like a jerk, but think about it from his perspective:

He came back home expecting his wife and children to still be alive and in reasonably good condition. In one day, he learned his wife died not too long after he left, his sons are now eligible sacrifices for the Dwarf, his eldest son is missing two limbs, his youngest son is missing an entire body, and to top it all off, his house is gone. Everything inside is destroyed - his irreplaceable Xerxian books, the swing he installed before leaving, pictures and memories of happier days.

And rather than accept responsibility, Edward lied about why they did it, and he's lied so long that even he believes it. Because let's be real here, they didn't burn the house down so that that couldn't turn back - if that was REALLY the reason, they'd have to burn the Rockbells' down, too, and maybe the entirety of Risembool.

Could Hohenheim have been kinder about it? Yeah. But I don't think Edward would've accepted it had Hohenheim not said it bluntly.

Plus, Van had a very difficult day. I'd be a little testy, too.

(It's also important to note that we're seeing it from Ed's perspective, and we know the last clear memory we have of his father is when he left, and while we learn that the reason Hohenheim looked so mad was because he was trying not to cry, Ed didn't.)

I think my local library could be greatly improved by having a forbidden section where they keep tomes of dark magic

Foggy’s gotten pretty decent at naming which red-themed vigilante is coming through his window in the middle of the night without even opening his eyes: Matt tries to be quiet so he doesn’t wake him up, Deadpool is talking before he even gets the window open and Peter knocks like a goddamn decent human being.

“Come in!” he yells, deciding that he won’t get out of bed until he knows if there’s an emergency or Peter just wants to raid his first aid kit and fridge.

“Sorry, Mr. Nelson,” Peter says, climbing inside and dropping lightly to the floor. “I know it’s late but I had a question.”

“Shoot, Spiderboy,” Foggy says, sitting up to see Peter lingering awkwardly close by in full Spiderman gear and oversized hoodie, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“It’s just that Mr. Murdock said that you might be willing to look over one of my essays,” Peter says, “but I kind of got distracted doing, y’know--” Peter makes a vague punching motion with a soft pow sound. “--and it’s kind of due tomorrow morning.”

“Oh my god,” Foggy says, sighing and pushing aside his sheets to get out of bed. “This is actually the least stressful thing one of you weirdos has ever asked me to do. What’s your essay about?”

“Macbeth.”

“Y’know, Matt was an English major,” Foggy says, huffing out a laugh and finding a sweatshirt to pull on before he turns on the lights. “You should probably be offended that he passed you off on me.”

“What was your major?” Peter asks.

“Business,” Foggy says. “Did I ever tell you about how my mom wanted me to be a butcher?”

“You have,” Peter says, dutifully, sitting his backpack on the floor and digging through it, “but you can tell me again, if you want.”

“You’re a good kid,” Foggy says, taking the essay when Peter finds it and hands it to him. “There’s leftovers in the fridge. Go eat while I check this bad boy out.”

"You're my hero," Peter says, fervently.

Foggy's never been called that before.

He doesn't hate it.

ive been quoting 1.22.37 to myself every morning when i need to get out of bed so i figured why not go one step further. so now falst is on the wall right by my bed peer pressuring me

mentally ill (depression) problems require mentally ill (autism) solutions. or something

okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

I could look at the flavor text and art of random magic cards for hours on end

Flavor Text Highlights - Magic 2020

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Cool - Show of Valor

“As the knight struggled to stand, his squire took up his blade. The foe advanced not a single step.” —Krinnea, Siege of the Bone Spire

Funny - Pattern Matcher

“Good! Now put it with the other widdle bunnies.” —Sargis Haz, artificer

Worldbuilding - The Lament for Bala Ged Cycle

“Yarok grieves within the waste Of Bala Ged’s corrupted land.”

“Yarok’s waters rush and rage Where armies bled into the sand.”

“Yarok’s nightmares lurk and wait Where dark despair is near at hand.”

“Grief and rage and nightmares fade Where hope and comfort make their stand.” —Lament for Bala Ged

Emotional - Tale's End

“When you are gone, will anyone remember your story?” —Unknown

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“So let me get this straight. We’re here to rescue a princess.”

“That’s right.”

“At the request of a princess.”

“Right again.”

“And you, who will be leading the expedition, are also a princess.”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“How big is your royal family, again?“

“We don’t have one.”

“But–“

“We overthrew our monarchy centuries ago, but we kept most of the titles around. The rank of ‘princess’ is held by the directors in charge of various civil service branches.“

“Huh. And the princess we’re rescuing today is in charge of…?”

“Public sanitation.”

“The Lord of Death’s Dominion kidnapped your public sanitation director?”

“We think he’s a little confused.”

REPOSTOBER, DAY 7: Van Hohenheim

yet another drawing that I didn't post on tumblr (because I did not have a Tumblr account in 2014)!

I was OBSESSED with FMA when I was a kid!

ok so hear me out