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Is anyone else just really obsessed with the fact that we’re animals but we disassociate ourselves with them?

Like isn’t that so fascinating? The phrase “I’m not some animal!” Is actually a thing but ??? Yes we are! And it’s so fascinating!! Here’s some things to think on:

•We literally have packs. Whether it be family, close friends, friend groups at school, etc. we all need human interaction, and even some of the most introverted people are included in this. People have been known to die from loneliness!

•We all need strong figures to look at and mold ourselves after. lacking a motherly, fatherly, etc. figure can largely impact who a person grows up to be. Without someone to look up to, a child wouldn’t learn useful lessons from them, what’s right and what’s wrong, etc. We rely very heavily on others!!

•We are EXTREMELY territorial. Have you ever thought about this? Signs are placed around fences designed to keep other humans out saying “trespassing will be insert bad thing here” because humans they don’t know aren’t welcome in their land! Even though it’s really not our land, we pay money to “own” it in the eyes of other humans!

•Attraction. With a few exceptions, (hello asexuals! :D) humans experience the desire to mate with others, but not just anyone! While not everything is about looks, they are a contributing factor! For example, ‘skinny’ people are considered attractive because statistically the less fat an individual has, the higher the libido. Biologically, people like this because A) more sex, and B) more offspring, even if you don’t want children! Your body is still designed to want lots of offspring to keep the human race going. Another example is what society claims to be “beautiful.” Shiny, thick, healthy hair is considered pretty because the offspring an individual with this hair would produce will also have lovely, healthy hair! This goes the same for long legs (for running well) and more!

This list could go on absolutely forever! Feel free to reblog and add some more things :)

tony stark + evolution

the saddest part of a small fandom is having to make the memes yourself :///

Iron Husbands and their Spider Son. Give me your best headcanons. Go!

YEAH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Before we jump into this wholesome headcanon

I need you to know that Peter 100% has an iron man onsie just so he can match with rhodey and tony 

and he calls them ‘Ironfamily’

and goes around the house saying “IRONFAMILY…. ASSEMBLE”

great now that we got that out of the way

IRONHUSBANDS AND THEIR SPIDERSON

the three of them are huge science nerds (duh)

so guess what they do on the weekends?

THAT’S RIGHT THEY GO TO SCIENCE EXPOS

SO MANY SCIENCE EXPOS

and robot fighting clubs 

they even do their own robot fighting competitions at home

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Here’s something for your soul: Every single time Ed is cold, Roy’s jacket is on him within seconds. Ed doesn’t even get to FINISH the complaint of “its cold/I’m cold” the jacket is already on his shoulders. It’s like a reflex or an instinct. It gets to the point Team Mustang jokes around and says “you might as well just give it to him every time he steps into the office” and flustered Dad Roy™️ is just like “I just don’t want to hear his annoying complaints, okay?!”

I pretty much answer to the philosophy that Ed stole one of Roy’s jackets and drags it around everywhere, and Roy saw that he was happy and warm so he let him keep it and got a new one. Then, SURPRISE! Alphonse gets his body back and g u e s s w h o gets THAT one.

Basically Roy has many jackets and has passed them all onto his sons

Fanfiction recommendations?? Love your blog!

here are some of the fics we have saved in our discord! (put under a read more cause uhhhh we have a lot)

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edward elric and the case of the many parental figures

Happy Father’s Day to the dads of Fullmetal Alchemist!!!!! Now Part Two! (part one)

Roy Mustang, surrogate father to Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric and Winry Rockbell

Maes Hughes (again), surrogate father to Winry Rockbell, Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric

Scar, surrogate father May/Mei Chang

Riza Hawkeye, surrogate parent to Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell

Team Mustang, surrogate parents to Edward and Alphonse Elric

Alex Louis Armstrong, surrogate parent to Edward and Alphonse Elric

Heinkel and Darius, surrogate fathers to Edward Elric and Ling Yao

And last but not least:

Van Hohenhiem, father to Edward and Alphonse Elric

feel free to add on!!

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It’s a few days following the Promised Day. Al is regaining his strength, although it happens slowly. Ed, save for the occasional spike of pain through the puncture wound in his arm and the dull soreness in his body, is more or less back to normal. He still has a lot to do before the two of them can leave for good—accounts to close, resignation forms to hand in to the military, personal budgets to balance, tabs to pay. What may be weeks’ worth of paperwork he needs to get sorted out before he can finally close the military chapter of his life. He plans to get the jump on it while Al recovers, so the two can return to Resembool as soon as Al’s ready.

So hardly 72 hours following his defeat of Father, Ed is standing at the hospital check-out desk, running through a mental laundry list of loose ends he has to tie up. He flies through the hospital check-out form—name and date of birth and signature and home town. The secretary at the desk takes the papers and makes a small noise. It stops Ed just as he turns to leave. “You’re not 18 yet, are you?” she asks.

“No. Why?” “Then you need someone to sign the parent or guardian line. You can’t check yourself out until you’re 18.” “I’m a state alchemist. I’m pretty sure that qualifies me to check myself out of a hospital if I want.” “Sorry. These are different rules.”

Biting back a comment, Ed twists back down the hallway. He keeps his eyes peeled for the names on the door, hoping (though he knows he’s wrong) that maybe Hohenheim stuck around for a suture or two. He passes Mustang, who can’t help but comment, “You’re in a rush today.” “Of course I am. I’ve got about 800 different forms to sign before the military cuts me loose, and I can’t even check myself out without a parent’s signature. Where’s my stupid excuse for a father?”

He doesn’t stop to gauge Mustang’s reaction. He rounds corners, climbs stairs, sharp eyes bouncing back and forth from room card to room card. Nothing with “Hohenheim” on it. Nothing even close. His arm aches—both do, actually—but he hardly notices past the aggravation brewing in his mind.

And after 20 minutes of rounds, he ends up back at the secretary’s desk, more flushed than before, arms folded over his chest. “My dad’s not here. How much do I have to pay you off to let me go?” She looks up at him, somewhat confused, and somehow much more tired than before. She blinks behind dusty glasses. “Oh…No, you’re free to leave now. …I guess.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me before?” Ed asks. She pulls his form out and pushes it back to him. Ed takes it, turns it, scans it. All the parts he’d filled out are still there, but the bottom has changed since he last saw it. On the line, in tight blue ink, is “Col. R. Mustang, (Military Commander)” Ed blinks, brow knitted, because the line goes on: “Lt. R. Hawkeye” is looped in neat cursive beside it. Black ink below: “Izumi Curtis” then in thick blockish letters, just the word “Sig”. Taking up the most space, and done in the neatest, most brilliant cursive font: “Major Alexander Louis Armstrong”. To its right is an almost flat line, with just enough bumps to perhaps say “Gen. Olivier Armstrong”. A flowery “Maria Ross” and a messy “Denny Brosh” (both in to visit Major Armstrong). A “Zampano”. A “Jerso”. A “Heinkel”. A “Darius”. “Tim Marcoh” is squished in the paper’s dwindling space. “Kain Fury” “Heymans Breda” “Vato Falman”…

Ed glances up to the secretary, who looks suddenly so tired. “We just… At least one of those is…probably valid. You’re free to go. You’re released.” Ed nods, smiling and peddling backwards. His one metal leg clanks with each step. “Right, thank you!”

The secretary leans over her desk, shouting to keep up with his happily retreating figure. “Just so you know, these are official documents. Patient protocol is not a game. It doesn’t reflect well on me if your Colonel thinks it’s okay to round up half the hospital to sign–this is not a “get well” card–just…Please tell him not to do this again!”

“Oh sure thing,” Ed shouts back. “But that depends on how difficult you plan to be with Al.”

Okay but it makes me so fucking mad that we dont acknowledge the fact that rhodey watches as Tony disapears?

You think he doesnt feel that? You think he doesnt worry? You think he doesnt see that punk kid he adopted during his college years and never let go of? Hes known Tony since they were KIDS.

Hes known Tony when his parents died. You think he’d welcome Cap back with open arms, after he held Tony as he cried in his arms, saying “rhodey, I dont-i cant-im 21, ill never be enough-i miss her, I never told them-”

You think that he’d just go “yeah, that’s cool,cap, you helped RUIN my best friend but we’re okay”

And you think that he doesnt see Tony and thinks “I should be there, I should HELP”

Like I dont care if you ship them or not, the fact that we so blatantly disregard how rhodey must be feeling in that scene?

He wants his fucking best friend back. He must be fucking devastated inside, but instead he cracks jokes and does what he can, instead of being torn up with worry, instead of showing it.

The thing I love about rhodey+Tony is the pure level of trust and comfortable aura they have? In age of Ultron, as soon as rhodey shows up, the tone changes entirely. Tony’s cracking jokes, hes happier, hes caring, Hhdhdhrhjrjrururh

And so yes, Steve’s lines are iconic and yes I stan, but at the same time, can we stop pretending that rhodey wouldn’t be doing anything and everything to get his fuckinf best friend back?

He watched him drive off in the desert and come back a different man. You think he doesnt think of those 3 agonizing months as soon as he sees Tony’s gone? You think he doesnt fucking love him?

You think he wasn’t thinking, “what if this is it, what if the last time we talked was the last time, what if hes gone forever?”

God. I couldn’t imagine what Rhodey must be feeling in that scene. But instead he tells jokes, and he does what he can, because that’s what Tony would want him to do.