Me And My Husband

Me and My Husband

This is so cute! :)

Yes, this is what I try to explain to everyone.

He's not my fictional crush. He's my fictional child.

You know what? I’m sick of fictional crushes.

What about the characters that make you wish you were a parent?

Like that’s your fictional kid and the love you feel is just wanting to give them a good life without the pain they went through.

You want to be there for them.

I FOUND THE SIDE OF YOUTUBE I WANT TO BE IN...

Is that Macgyver? >:)

Oh, dear... I just saw that I was tagged on one of these in there somewhere... Did I do it?

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Tagged in an uno-reverse by @theproblemwithstardust (I'll allow it) so here's my snippet for today!

There were secrets hiding in the silences between Crosshair's words, and Hunter would tear them out of him with teeth and nails if he had to.

Hmm let's see what some of our Summer of Bad Batch creators are up to! Tags if you want to play for @indigofyrebird @stardustloki @locitapurplepink @lifblogs @royallykt

@fanfoolishness @kybercrystals94

XD My mind immediately goes to a scene I wrote a million years ago... The fic did start out as a wholesome fluff fic, but my bones crave so much more.

Roy wrapped his arms around Edward, squeezing tightly enough that Edward had no way to escape. "Don't fight me. You need a hug. We got the guy. No one's going to kill you. I told you you could trust me. I'm not going to let you get killed." Roy stroked Ed's hair making him stiffen at the strange soft behaviour. Was this what happened when you had someone who cared that you came home safe just because they wanted to and not because they were family.

Edward wanted to believe him that it was all fine now, but he was scared. He'd been threatened. She'd wanted his blood and he had this sinking feeling it wasn’t over yet. She'd done it all to toy with him, and it had worked. She was in his head. He was so tired, though. He wanted to feel safe. Everyone wanted the chance to feel safe.

Edward let his head flopped against Mustang’s chest. His shoulders shook as he tried to keep in the sobs. He would allow the hug in a fleeting moment of weakness, but he couldn't let out the tears. It would never come to an end.

"He can't get you where he's going. And he won't ever get a chance to hurt another person again. I wont let him hurt you." Mustang kissed the crown of Edward’s head.

Ed was frozen. He hadn't even processed the kiss. "He can't get you where he's going... he won't... won't let him..." His head snapped up, cracking against Mustang’s jaw.

"Oh, God! Edward! What's--"

"But Mustang she was a wo--"

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The gunshot was a lot louder than what Edward had to say.

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I'm going to cut you off there because what if I actually want to post this one later...? As if that will happen XD

Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-

My brain:

fullmetal alchemist art i promised i would post 🙏