Libraries and stairs
Gemini, it’s not cool when….
Probably a safe bet.
#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie
Congrats on hitting puberty, Ed.
It’s so weird seeing these gifs because when you actually watch the show they do it so gradually that you barely even notice (at least I didn’t) but then you look at these and it’s like, whoaa. Even Winry has a completely different face, it’s not just Ed getting taller and more muscular.
[Two-Sentence Horror Stories]
[One: My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don’t have a sister.]
[Two: My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.]
[Three: I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”]
[Four: I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear, and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.]
[Five: I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window, until I heard it come from the mirror again.]
[Six: After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.]
[Seven: “I can’t sleep,” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.]
[Eight: The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.]
[Nine: A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, “I heard that, too.”]
I don’t even understand what’s so enjoyable about reblogging pictures all day
but I can’t stop
Bilbo, allow me to introduce…