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olvitier · 2 months

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Sorry its so late buf i am in an Edling mood tonight and I will never stop thinking about the idea of how theyre the epitome of right person wrong time.

(obviously in a context of like fandom shenannigans where canon events arent 100% set in stone like edling arent canon but also idc !! they are to me! im ignoring it let me be insane) ANYWAY

Even if they wanted to be together post promised day Ling has all the responsibilities of Xing and his clan and Edward would never hold him back from that for a second. Im of the opinion that brotherhood Edward feels a lot of guilt for wanting love from the people around him particularly those he sees as good (winry, alphonse, etc) especially if hes done things hes perceived as hurting them (maes’ death, the transmutation, etc etc). Which is why I think Edward connects with Ling so well cayse he doesnt carry the weight of a lot if his past mistakes, and then when the stone happens its like goddamn it i roped this guy into my shit again. Like i dont know Edward doesnt really dedicate himself so fully to people outside of winry and ed a lot so its interesting like!!

He cares about a lot of people like the majority of the allied cast and we see him be openly affectionate towards Nina and Hughes pre their deaths but I think Ling is the only person hes ever decided to stick with WITHOUT alphonse? I may be wrong but the whole sure Ill stay with you and trust my brother and Winry to stay safe and follow you around the outskirts of the east for a week till the promised day to protect my new friend is so??? what?? huh???

But anyone my point is post promised day Edward cant really ever see a future with Ling because of all the responsibility Ling holds outside of him and its veyr tragic imo like especially because in a different scenario if Ling didnt have those responsibilities and Edward wasn’t so dedicated to the people around him to a fault of never thinking about his own desires I think they could have the possibility of a future.

Like I have read a lot of fanfiction abiut Ed traveling to Xing and living with him there but?? I realistically cant see him ever doing that just solely because Edward is not the type of person to settle down! like its my one and only criticism of the fma manga is that I cannot see Edward ever being satisfied with a simple life? Like even in Fma 03 which is my favourite interpretation of Edwards character once he gets stranded in our world he learns?? Rocket Science?? For the chance to get back to Amestris but he doesnt really seem to take that goal all that seriously especially considered Alfons ends up getting involved in a lot more aircraft projects than Edward like Edwsrd genuinely enjoys learning!!

Im pretty sure he was the one who dragged Alphonse into Hoenhiems office when they were kids after he left, probably to Al’s reluctance of if they were allowed in there, and started ripping through all of his old books just to learn. Edward never stops and it gets so bad that he never stops to even consider himself constantly worrying about getting his brother back or improving the states of others lives especially when! ya know! the whole country is at stake!!

So in a circumstance post promised day where Ed decides what he wants to do (my personal favourite interpretation is either an alchemical researcher outside of directly performing alchemy, ie revolutionizing the circle matrixes and discovering nee combinations or becoming a professor of some kind) I dont think he would give that up to settle again. And obviously Ling cant exactly up and leave being Emperor unless he decides he doesnt want to, im not the most knowledgable on Lings characterization so I wont speak there but!

They have so much fun together and compliment each other and genuinely care about each other so much but their happiness and fulfillment as people to themselves and others make it so its nearly impossible they would ever realistically end up together and its really doomed and tragic!! idk i think about it a lot.

#fma #edward elric #edling #fma thoughts #andrew be normal challenge it is NOT this deep this anime came out over a decade ago gay people arent real pre 2013 idk man im just insane #thought id share anyway please give me your thoughts fellow edling fans #specifically edling fans cause i dont wanna debate ship legitmacy #day speaks

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313i · 4 months

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> fmab band au babbles!

a few notes before i get started:

this is TERRIBLY MESSY!! i apologize in advanced as this is a long ramble meant for me to help organize my thoughts :p

modern highschool setting

very much centered around ling. i like him and think he deserves more content.

features edling (ed x ling), a broken up edwin, royai, and al x mei. mainly edling

i’m not very good at aus. sorry

i made a(n) [iffy] playlist where i slapped a bunch of songs onto for this au. here is the link if you’d like:

enjoy my ramblings below the cut! vvv

ling has always been an outgoing and friendly person, but has struggled to keep relationships due to his own insecurities. lan fan was one of his first official friends because she’s helped him snap out of his negativity and has pushed him to be the confident person he should be

> ( she looked at him and went. “damn bitch. u really live like this.” and decided to help him like he was a stray dog left out in the rain )

the insecurities in question were of him wondering if he was really worth anyone’s time as a lot of people seemed to get annoyed of him (people thought him to be cocky or too much of a “pick-me” personality)

he was also battling with his own identity as he realizes he likes Men (and women!) + wants to experiment more with his fashion (he wants to try on black nailpolish)

> ( think ling would also resonate with prom queen by beach bunny )

her encouragement led to ling being able to pursue his passion in music and arts, ending up in him creating music

the two of them were able to find their own respective talents regarding instruments and basically created a two-man band ( ft. fu funding their creative projects )

ling broke into the band room after hearing someone going ham on the drums (someone being ed) and recruited him and all his friends to join

he was really enthusiastic about this and did not even bother to ask for their names or if they could play an instrument

al is the first person to agree because he’s just as excited as ling is. he really wants to show off his years of piano skills to someone other than his tired old brother and an equally tired winry

winry joins shortly thereafter thinking she could get someone to coach her on how to play the guitar better (she picked it up recently because she wanted to accompany ed and al on their musical journeys)

ed is the last to reluctantly agree because he thinks ling is a bit strange at first. he ends up caving in because two people in the room keep staring at him with big puppy eyes in attempt to convince him

> ( this random kid he considered popular just invited him to join a makeshift band. what. )

as months fly by, everyone’s grown to be good friends

ling can proudly say hes got a good group of friends who’ll gladly make music with him. he’s perfectly happy and content with his life :p

until he realizes he Might have a little crush for the drummer boy

the little crush is not so little he actually has a huge fat crush on ed lmfao

the two have especially been spending a lot of time with one another during and out of school—they seem to have eachother in a lot more classes than they thought!

this makes things a little messy as ling starts writing more romantic songs (not very typical for him) and his band mates question his weird actions

basically this backfires right in ling’s face. he asks al about his brother’s relationships and he tells ling that ed and winry have some sort of relation going on

> ( little does he know: ed is currently going through the same exact thing he’s going through as he questions his sexuality )

ling ends up heartbroken because he assumes that ed is straight (He has piercings, ripped jeans, and black nail polish.That boy is homo!) and starts to fall back into his old habits

like a harsh wound, his insecurities reopen once more to make ling question if all the time they spent together was a lie

> ( was it all really one-sided??? ling could’ve sworn he saw ed look at him with love in his eyes. or maybe that was just his imagination??? )

ling grows distant from ed and refuses to communicate with him out of fear that 1. his worries are true 2. he’s homophobic 3. he himself is admitting to not being straight (like everyone thought he was)

though he notices, ed is stuck on two different worlds and can’t make a decision. he likes both winry and ling too much and doesn’t want to hurt either of them. but in order to make a choice, he must

al is practically the only one happy at this point because he meets mei somewhere along the way and they’re going great :) i don’t want to cause alphonse any pain

lan fan is stressing out over losing her friends and the band that she knows ling worked hard to put together

fu doesn’t have any idea what’s going on

that’s what i have so far x

in short everyone is in pain (besides al and fu) and it’s a confusing teenage love story about kids figuring out who they are and what they want (and don’t want) in life

this concludes my tedtalk. thank you for coming to my show (bows)

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goodmorningnona · 11 days

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i wasnt planning on talking publicly abt this but i think it's important, esp since so many of yall on this webbed site have seen my ass manic, but ive decided to make a sobriety update here and there! Just so someone not in my immediate life sees that im Doing It, or something. I also just think it's important to share that addiction is pretty normal, so. But anyway, here's update #1!!

Sobriety update:

1. Started chewing gum, 10/10 very helpful.

2. Reminding myself of all the physical sensations I hated is also 10/10, but what's 1000/10 is reminding myself all the new trinkets i can buy (or the. International move I can afford.) with my new found dolla dolla bills

3. Dreamed about smoking and running away from my mother as she tried to bash my head in with a rock while i was previously trying to drive to my dead father and a tarot reading appeared in the sky, which is a bit on the nose, I think.

4. Still writing a lot of fanfiction, but when i greened out the other day (what all started this) i had the idea for a cowboy au and I dont remember how it ended bc I passed out 😔

5. I have been eating so much sugar and by jove is it helpful

6. I have not gotten up the courage to call the hotline to get me professional help yet BUT i have told my Inner Circle and theyre helping me so much im gonna cry!! My roommate has hold of my more addictive prescriptions and a good friend of mine got me some non alcoholic beer and encouraged me to Not make special exceptions for doing drugs.

7. Trying to give myself more structure in my day so that i can get back on track. So far it's working a little bit, but small steppy better than no steppy.

8. Trying to find happiness in other things, like being done with assignments or watching tv or listening to magnus (notice how I was too sad and intoxicated this week to listen?? Yeah i got out of the routine during the break so).

9. I know what the problem is and it is that im horribly afraid. Sad!

And if youre wondering what drug problem i have, it's all of them, except like the crazy hard stuff w n*edles n all that. I just uhhhh. Will do anything. At any time. And too much. And combine things. My sober birthday is 18th April and my rock bottom was 17th April. Proud of myself that I... oh my god i scared myself straight (im still a lesbian dont worry)

#sobriety update #this was chaotic im sorry #(no im not)#drugs tw #lessons of the hand and the mouth

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cuchufletapl · 2 years

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dulzaina

For Edling Week 2022. Day 2: Hello | Goodbye | Music

AO3

“I can’t explain why,” Ling said suddenly, and Ed hummed to make him know that he was listening, even as he didn’t lift his head to look at him where he was spread-out on Ed’s bed, “but now that I see you with it, I can’t shake the feeling that if you played an instrument, it should be… I don’t know, percussion.”

Ed snorted. “Eh, you’re not the first one to say that.” He set down the cloth that he’d been using to rub the sweet almond oil into the rod of the shawm and took up the vial again, this time to pour it gently into the instrument. The room smelled so sugary woodsy. “The woman who’s in charge of the Resembool band said the same thing when my mum enrolled me in the junior group.”

“It was her idea then?”

“Oh, yeah, band classes looked boring as fuck. I wanted to go learn the traditional dances with Winry, but,” he paused here, as he took the long duster brush and inserted it into the shawm. “Well, mum wasn’t much of a dancer, but she’d been playing music in the festivals since she was a teenager, so, y’know. She wanted to teach us herself. She…” His hand stilled for a second. “I mean, we learnt the basics from her, at least. We didn’t keep playing much after she died, though, even before we left Resembool.”

Ling drifted his eyes towards the ceiling. “I see. Sorry,” he said, in a more subdued voice to match his boyfriend’s tone.

“It’s fine.” He had moved on to the holes in the instrument, using a smaller brush. “It’s a nice thing to remember her by. Al hasn’t really picked up on it again, but I have more time on my hands than he does, anyway.”

There was a dry, slightly bitter note in that sentence. Ling sat up on the bed to look at him properly.

He had decided to come back to Amestris on a sort of sixth-sense impulse. Lately, too often when he called Ed (through the newly installed Xing-Amestris phone line, courtesy of his ailing father deciding to grant what his now appointed heir had been requesting for an entire year and a half), he had sounded frustrated and put-out, even as he was ostensibly happy to get to hear his boyfriend’s voice.

Ling had started almost every conversation with a “So, how was your day?” And Ed had answered to most of those questions by snorting humourlessly and saying something like, “Boring and tiring. Rebuilding a house without alchemy may not be the stupidest thing we’ve decided to do, but it’s up there, I’ll tell you that much.”

Lan Fan had told him that even Winry had mentioned something along those lines in a letter about her automail arm. It was in passing, in the middle of a brief recounting of how she kept her days busy in Rush Valley, but her taking a line to say that “and Ed keeps pestering me on the phone, he’s just so bored” had raised another alarm in Ling’s head. He had then asked Mei if she had heard anything about Edward from Alphonse in their long-distance alkahestry studies, and she had said that yes, actually, because Al had remarked several times now that lately his older brother would rarely ask about his research, and wasn’t that weird.

So when Ed had mentioned that the preparations for the summer solstice festival in Resembool had begun, Ling had taken the excuse to go pay a long-due visit.

“And besides,” he had said on the phone, when an incredulous Ed had asked why the hell he was coming now, when as per Ling’s description the Emperor was so weak that a breeze could might as well kill him any day, “I’ll get to hear you play the instrument you’ve been telling me about, yes?”

Ling looked at his boyfriend now, and as he went on with the process of caring for his shawm—getting it ready to play in a few days at the village square—, he took in again how his features seemed somehow eroded, how his eyes glassed over without him even noticing. His hands were rough with work they hadn’t been accustomed to before he had traded away his alchemy, and his shoulders were broader than Ling had remembered, but they seemed less straight now—and not because the weight that he’d carried for so long was finally gone, but rather as if there was something else wearing him down.

“The offer to come live in Xing still stands.” He said finally, breaking the small silence. “It will always stand. You can come back with me this time, if you’d like.”

Ed’s hands stilled where they had been wiping down the excess oil with a grey cloth. He lifted his head to smile at him, gently, fondly, his eyes brimming with understanding of what exactly Ling was offering and why.

“Yeah, I know.” He looked out of the window. Ling didn’t need to turn his head to know that he was looking at the hill where the new version of his childhood home stood, still missing the roof. “But I… I don’t think I’m finished here yet.”

“I get it, but,” Ling started, and then bit his lip for a second, contemplating, “I’m not sure you actually need to stay here as long as you think you do.”

Ed blinked and turned to him with a slight frown. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that it may be starting to get counterproductive to take this much time, and that you need to get out again and do stuff.”

“I have been doing—” he began, but then realised that he was being purposefully obtuse and pursed his lips. “I’m just not done. I’m not leaving until—until Al is ready and our home is the way it used to be. I just. I need to do it like this.”

Ling stood up from the bed to go crouch at Edward’s feet. His hands came to rest where Ed’s still clutched the traditional wind instrument. He brushed his boyfriend’s knuckles with his thumbs and stared into his eyes, steadily, hoping to convey how much safety he wanted to mean. Ed’s eyes looked so deep, so sleep-less, not unlike those few weeks prior to Promised Day—more uncertain in some ways, although decidedly less scared.

“I understand, and I’ll be waiting either way, but just consider it. Coming with me, I mean. And don’t… don’t let it swallow you, okay?”

The corners of Ed’s lips turned up slightly.

“What do you think the shawm’s for?”

Ling smiled back. “I figured, yes.”

The summer solstice festival in Resembool was way less elaborate than the festivals back home (although, as a prince in a rich clan, his experience was pretty much based on grand celebrations in the rather large capital of province, so he had to admit a certain bias).

The entire town was gathered in the main square, waiting for the main event of the morning—the performance of regional dances—to begin. A few garlands here and there had been strung from balcony to balcony, and a stand of food and cold drink was sequestered in one of the few corners in the shade, beneath a huge oak tree. It was by far the most frequented spot, as the June heat bore down onto the square and people started to order their first cold beers of the day (“Half the town will be blackout drunk by the time of lighting up the bonfire, you’ll see,” Pinako had warned him merrily).

It was blindingly sunny and scorching in a way that made him feel like his skin was sizzling.

Resembool wasn’t that far from a desert but somehow he hadn’t expected the Amestrian summer to be this hot. He wondered how Lan Fan was faring, wearing all black and hidden away on some roof, as usual observing for any potential threat.

Next to him, Al was fanning himself while offering casual greetings to his neighbours as they passed by the bench he was sitting on. He looked good. He still needed a cane to walk—may always need it—but his face looked full and tan and he’d grown enough that he wasn’t that far from getting to Ling’s height, which was saying something. (Ed’s torn-up face about this, bitter but nonetheless happy for his little brother, was a delight to see.)

“Winry!” he shouted suddenly, standing up and waving his hand up in the air.

She seemed to appear out of nowhere from among the crowd, smiling and breathless as if she’d run straight from the station.

“I thought I wasn’t going to make it,” she huffed after greeting and hugging the both of them. “I swear to god, this week out of all weeks, we just had to be so swamped—where’s Ed? And Granny?”

“Granny’s with the patrons of the bar, like usual. Ed’s already with the other musicians,” answered Al. “Last minute preparations and all that. He’s opening the first song, did he tell you that?”

“No, but what else is new.” She cracked a grin. “Is he nervous?”

“Yeah, a bit.”

“I’m so excited! I haven’t listened to him play since we were nine. And back then I was too focused on not tripping over my feet to really listen.”

Ling hummed. “Ed mentioned that you used to dance in events like these. I’ve been meaning to ask how come you stopped.”

“Have you seen the outfits?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you’ll see why. It’s honestly a crime to make people dance under the sun, in summer, at noon while wearing that many layers.” Winry shrugged and shared a meaningful glance with Al, who was suddenly fiddling with the handle of his cane. “And also, well, I don’t really live here anymore.”

“Yeah,” sighed Alphonse. “It’s a bit… It feels weirdly too much like the past.”

Ling looked away. He kind of understood what they were talking about—he’d known it, when he had set foot back into the Yao palace and his mother had hugged him for the first time in nearly a year, and what he’d felt most keenly still was the lack of an ouroboros tattoo on his hand and the sensation that a piece of him had been left in Amestris. He’d seen it in Ed’s eyes a few days ago too, but he seemed to cling to the notion of something different while he struggled to heal.

The clock on the city hall struck noon and the people of Resembool made space in the middle of the square for the twelve dancers to walk into it, hands on their hips and one after the other in a single straight file, as they all took well-practiced positions. Winry was right. The women’s dresses seemed to have several layers of skirts, while the men wore long sleeves and trousers and nearly all black—and the fabric didn’t seem that light. Several of them already had a shiny sheen of sweat on their foreheads. But Ling’s amazement at the fact that these were summer dance outfits was swiftly ended as the musicians followed and took position at the edges of the crowd-made circle.

Hilariously, their outfits seemed far more weather appropriate, despite the fact that they wouldn’t be the ones engaging in extraneous physical activity. They even got to have knee-length trousers.

Edward stood by the fringes of the group as he took out the shawn from its leather case, which hung by a strap on his shoulder. He had (to Ling’s surprise and delight, because he usually only saw this in the mornings and bedtime and his boyfriend was so handsome like that) his hair down, beautiful and shiny like a beacon of gold. He wore a sleeveless white shirt under an embroidered black vest and a red sash around his waist and it just really, really suited him. Distantly, Ling thought of procuring a camera, because he didn’t think he would get to see his love wearing the Amestrian traditional musician clothes often.

Ed took a deep breath before bringing the shawm’s mouthpiece to his lips. He spared a glance towards the other five musicians, who nodded, and he closed his eyes as the first note filled the air and bounced off the buildings that formed Resembool’s main square.

For some reason, Ling was left bereft at the realisation that this was not a sad song. Of course it wasn’t—it was music to dance to, to celebrate the longest day of the year and the beginning of summer. Nevertheless, he was struck by the quick tempo and the flourishes of the melody, by the way in which the dancers sprung into motion, hands up and turning and jumping, and by how Ed started to tap his foot as another two wind instruments and the drums joined him.

Ling thought back to when he’d suggested that drums would suit Ed better and couldn’t for the life of him explain why he had ever thought it. He wasn’t a life-changing, world-turner performer, but it was clear that he’d grown knowing this instrument, like he’d grown knowing alchemy. This wasn’t the first time Ling had heard him play, since he’d listened to him practice the days leading up to the solstice, but there was a stark difference between the Rockbells’ kitchen and Resembool’s lively plaza. He screwed up a note or two; Ling could tell by the way he’d scrunch his nose and scowl and play the next few notes more forcefully, as if making up for his mistake. He was seventeen, and if one paid attention it was obvious that he lacked expertise next to the other, middle-aged shawm player by his right. But he was Edward Elric and he embodied everything he did, and this time in particular he seemed to be bolstered by something else, something akin to a certain type of nostalgia-tinted desperation, as if a scream was hidden in his fingers as they moved up and down the instrument.

Ling realised why he thought this was meant to be a sad music and why, in a roundabout way, despite the energy and the joy that went into it, it was.

He also realised that Ed wouldn’t be coming home with him this summer, but that it truly wouldn’t be long until he did.

At the end of the sixth song, the entire square shouted, “Happy Solstice Day!” and Ling was shaken out of his stupor. His eyes finally strayed from his boyfriend and he saw that the dancers were panting, drinking readily from water bottles that people from the crowd handed them.

Huh.

He kind of hadn’t been paying attention to the actual performance.

“That was really good!” Winry said, clapping. “I’m so proud.”

“He’s been practicing for months,” Al nodded.

Ed was busy being clapped in the back and getting his hair ruffled by the other musicians, so they made their way to him. He had barely noticed them when he already had Ling’s arms around his torso and was being lifted off the ground.

“Ah, fuck! Ling, put me down, you shithead—” he yelled, but he was laughing, and his hands on Ling’s shoulders weren’t pushing him away.

“If we weren’t dating, your musical talent surely would have seduced me, love,” he said into blond hair as he put his boyfriend down. He heard one of the musicians snort good-naturedly.

Ed leaned back to look him in the face and make sure that Ling could see the way he rolled his eyes, but he didn’t pull away from the embrace yet.

“Yeah, okay, I’m a sweaty siren playing folk music to lure the sailors to crash into the rocks.”

“You’re my siren.”

“Oh my god,” said a voice next to them.

Ed turned towards Winry and pointed an accusatory finger at her. “You’re worse with Paninya, don’t even try.”

“Untrue, Paninya isn’t nearly as cheesy as that. And neither am I. No offense, Ling.”

“None taken.”

Ed huffed while Alphonse burst out laughing, and soon after they were all in a fit. When they calmed down, Winry suggested to go find Granny Pinako and they set out towards the food stand under the oak tree.

Edward was still smiling when he let Ling take his hand.

“So, Al mentioned that at the bonfire tonight there’s also going to be music?”

“Yeah, but it’s an actual band that the mayor hired. It’s not folk or anything.”

“Will I get a dance, though?”

“Duh, as if you need to ask,” Ed said, deadpan, but there was a blush high on his cheeks.

Ling lifted their joined hands to kiss the back of Ed’s. “It really was nice, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Hm-mh. All your practicing here paid off. You’ll have to play privately for me again sometime.”

Ed looked into his eyes for a few seconds, then stood on his tip-toes to peck him on the lips.

“I’m really glad you came,” he murmured against his mouth. He squeezed his hand. “Now let’s go find Granny.”

#I struggled with this one I won't lie #anyways catch me with that cultural projection #si algún día traduzco esto al español va a ser to gracioso tener que escribir que edward elric toca la dulzaina #edling #edlingweek #edlingweek22 #edward elric #ling yao #fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab #fma fanfic #my original post #jester writes a thing #fanfiction

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 6 months

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10.30.23 Monday

1:07 am

Still having windblow.... I feel irritated on everything, probably a soul interference...

I hate immature people,angels... I'm avoiding those...

Thinking of money and job... I feel so frustrated and ugly!

1:13 am

Windblow... I feel like crying... I suddenly feel jealous on something that I don't know... Weird!!!

1:25 am

Scanning youtube then suddenly an old friend pop-up in my head about the pronunciation of Basil Leaves, it was just funny coz like what I said either is correct... Basil Leaves or Herbs, in USA it is "bay-seal" to pronounce the Basil but in Australia it is "Va-seal".... I wasn't sure if she is aware plus the UK pronunciation "Bah-seal"... I think she was somehow judgemental that old friend Maricel Edles, it just came up into my head now... It is just weird, suddenly pop-up in my head now...

1:41 am

Voting day tomorrow... Grrr!!! People are all excited... I feel bullshit!

Windblow2x I feel jealous on things that I don't know...

2:05 am

My baby John...

6:19 am

This Uncle Jun is so excited on the voting whatever... It is too early... So, cheap...

7:02 am

On the way to voting location... I can't return to my original way of fixing up myself... I feel irritated angels...

We are with Uncle DD and Aunt Karen's spaceship...

Not happy angels...

7:40 am

Uncle DD is starting again on his cheap suggestion on Doc Ibias that I should be Doc Ibias' secretary...

7:50 am

Not my ideal life... I feel panicky... This Doc Ibias suggested that I should be a doctor... Huh? How and when? What about my sex life and my future with someone???

I need to maintain stuff... What about me having my own yaya???

How can they say that I should continue to be a doctor as my next life...There are so many things that they can't assist me like my facial wash,my derma,my teeth... What about my stuff? Most specially my assistant? I need a yaya everywhere...

I wanted everything....

11:33 am

Just got back from the voting location....Then we just dine out in "Inasal" a group meal sponsorship by Uncle DD and Aunt Karen...

Me? How can I go back to be a doctor??? I'm tired everyday here, I'm tired thinking of money and I'm doing house chores these days coz we can't hire a house assistant these days...

It is not easy to produce a doctor, first you have to have peaceful environment, enough fundings for the needs of a particular person like me! I'm vain, I don't wanna be ugly and fat and I have personal insecurities... Like what I said this is not my ideal aging days... I should have or supposed to be doing my own job and doing my beauty routine like consistent foot spa and collagen and if I'm memorizing so much ( coz I can memorize a lot and some of my professors knew it most specially if I'm motivated ) or in the good mood to study... I need a derma maintenance coz I will surely have acne or a thousands breakouts. Studying using memorization is stressful in a way...

If someone will be a doctor on his or her journey, in my case I want a yaya coz it is tiring to memorize everyday and doing house chores will take a lot of time on me, that supposed to be I'm already studying but still doing some house chores like these days, it is impossible to produce a doctor having this kind of situation.

I wanted to feel pretty coz I'm no longer a fresh graduate angels... I wanted to maintain beauty while studying... I need SEX coz it is stressful without SEX!

These days I badly need SEX....I know the point of Doc Ibias he wanted me to have a better life or he is willing to assist me on my next life. Like what I said everyone can have or the normal successful adult life is to have a cycle of 2nd childhood,like what I posted earlier, a golden aging...

A golden aging means you will just make your life continuously better until you reach your ending on this earth...

Golden aging means repeating something that you did on your younger years,like fixing your teeth again coz it is like appliances in the house there is shelf life like an electric fan can last for 5 years then you have to buy again... It is the same thing on our physical aspect,angels... Not bad to get some botox on your aging days and that is called "Golden Aging".

For me I need to have and maintain my "self-esteem" if my journey on my next life is to be a doctor, I wanna feel pretty and I need SEX! I need SEX if I feel stress-out...

Plus, Uncle DD can't assist me to do my MRI on my pelvic pain or S-Bones pain or Sciatica/ Priformis... I need a MRI but he can'/t assist me...

But before doing that doctor thingy, I need to get the certification on calling and let's just cross the bridge when we get there...

I don't wanna be alone if ever on that journey... If I'm gonna be a doctor I want old friends or classmate or biology mates to be with me like Willa, Joyce, Ronald, Elena -- those are my biology mates.

I wanted to be professional someday, in any way and my Pet Store, angels!

I wanted to transfer in ilocos after 2 years hopefully,in a lil while coz there is no LIFE here...

8:32 pm

Simply scanning youtube... Done,eating dinner....I have to drink tea coz I really can't poops...

Anyways, saw this on youtube, Chandler died already one of the actors in FRIENDS...

20/20 is still active on crimes story... I remember again the 20/20 store here... This is funny...This house is about 20 hahah... A lot of people didn't know... But I have windblow or do we have windblow???

9pm

I still have windblow... I feel bitterish..

Still, I feel irritated and jealous on something that I don't know...

This is not my ideal aging days,angels... Until when??? I feel irritated... I wanna travel... I wanna go out! I wanna have some LIFE!

I feel irritated for having this deep smile lines without a story or a history to share but simply being stuck here with Uncle Jun or Uncle DD soon???

I wanna buy Starbucks everyday... I feel frustrated...

I feel jealous, why I feel jealous, I don't know!

I need a group angels... Can't talk to anyone here... I need a job coz I need money... I really wanna transfer to ilocos after 2 years, I have no LIFE here... I have no group here and I have no LIFE here...

9:18 pm

I feel JEALOUS on something that I don't know...

9:56 pm

I have windblow and I feel jealous suddenly on things that I don't know...

I can't find a group that is only mine and me as the center and people who can talk to me and relay things if something is wrong at my back... I hate immature people.

I feel JEALOUS on things that I don't know... Yeah! YEAH! I have windblow...

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cotgar2 · 3 years

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Just won a crap ton of carnival games I guess

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osferth · 3 years

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ur just minding ur own business n then here comes dave from down the road shouting "COME ON INGERLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿‼️ 🥁🥁🥁 SCORE SAM FAKIN GOALS 🥁🥁🥁"

#like theres football fans #and then theres Football Fans #a load of houses on the street i walk through to get to school ever day are Covered with england flags #is givin a massive EDL vibe ngl 😭💀#some guy wearing an england shirt the other day was staring unashamedly at me n my sister in our front garden the whole time he walked past #like #fuck off billy #'its coming home like it was in 66'#makes me laugh cos that was like 60 years ago 💀#i mean if england wins ill be happy ig but i am not going in no pub for ages now😭

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nunnimushka · 1 year

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More Edling💕💕💕💕💕

#IM BACK #edling make me happy #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fma brotherhood #edward elric #ling yao #fma edward #fma ling #edling #from my old blog

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spoopy-sloth · 2 years

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It makes me happy knowing my edling comics make people happy. Idk. It's the fact that I still went through with making the comics and also being able to share my love for those two, you know?

#my text #for reals tho

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bisexual-inuyasha · 2 years

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I decided to choose six ships I enjoy and do a thing with them. Instead of being broken by the deafening silence of asking for people to send me things, I just did some of my own! :D My handwriting is atrocious, so: From top to bottom, left the right:

Xingyun, "Angel x Devil"

Vanoe, "Cinnabun x grumpy"

Galolio, "Rival x Rival"

Kaebedo, "Proud x Shy"

Edling, "Crime Fighting Duo"

Dommijeanne, "Idiot x Idiot in Progress" All poses are based on this post by leecheedoodles. I had a lot of fun with this. Not sure how to tag it though so sorry if I do so in an annoying way. If you want more stuff of mine I have an ao3 you should read all the stuff on and leave a bunch of kudos and comments because that makes me happy. Sorry if it looks terribad on tumblr, it's cute on my iPad. Tumblr just eats image quality.

#Xingyun #Kaebedo #Vanoe #dommijeanne #edling #galolio #FMAB #Vanitas no Carte #Genshin Impact #Promare

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cruisercrusher · 3 years

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@edling-week week day 4- song

BRO I was thinking about this scenario before I even realized this was one of the prompts for today, it’s like the stars just aligned. Remember that au I mentioned on day 2? Same one, I’m calling it the sellouts au, and here’s an incomplete snippet of some fic for that au. enjoy :3

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“Hey, Ed, uh… I need your help with something.”

Ed looks up from where he’s tuning his guitar to see Ling standing in the doorway, shuffling awkwardly in place. Ed’s eyes widen at the sight of the pop prince there, physically standing there and not, you know, on the other side of the planet.

“Ling!” Ed stands up, setting his guitar aside. “Shit, you didn’t tell me you were gonna be back in town so soon!”

Ling shrugs with a smile. “Just business stuff, no big deal,” he says. “But didn’t you say we should, ‘hang out sometime’?”

Ed cringes as he remembers that… more than embarrassing exchange at the airport a month ago. Jesus Christ, what had possessed him to lean across the security divider and shout to get Ling’s attention over the screaming fans, after they’d already said bye, only to say, ‘let’s hang out sometime’? God, he’s pathetic.

Of course, when Ling smiles like that at him, he remembers exactly why he had done that.

God, he’s pathetic.

Ling’s smile fades as he repeats his greeting. “Anyways, I… well, can you help me?”

Ed rolls his eyes and sticks his hands on his hips. “I guess, depends on what you need help with. I hope your spoiled ass didn’t forget we’re not your personal assistants again.”

Knowing Ed is (probably) joking, Ling laughs. “Nothing like that!” He says, waving his hand back and forth. “I need you to help me write a song.”

At that, Ed’s put-upon mask breaks. “Really? Is your label finally letting you write your own shit?”

“No, haha,” Ling rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, and that’s when Ed realizes the taller boy has kept one hand behind his back this whole time. “No, it’s, uh, it’s a personal song.”

Ed just looks more confused. “But you write those all the time, right? Why would you need my help?”

“I want to write a song in English,” Ling stresses. Ed still doesn’t get it, and it shows, and that just seems to make Ling more agitated. “You stupid, stupid boy,” he mutters under his breath, rubbing his brow. Ed frowns.

“Hey!”

“I need your help writing a song in English because I’m no good at English and the song is for the boy that I like and he only speaks English so what good is a genuine love song in a language he doesn’t know, Ed!” Ling blurts all in one rush, the look on his face both equally serious and panicked. “And I need you to help me write a song that— that will make him— agh, what’s the word, not ‘know’ it’s— understand, that will make him understand how I feel! Because you’re an amazing lyricist and you understand me better than almost anyone else, and, well, Lan Fan is ass at writing lyrics.” His fervour dies down at the end, but he still looks at Ed with that earnest, downright pleading expression on his face.

Shattering. Like a glass chandelier being smashed to a million little pieces. That’s the sound that Ed hears his heart make as Ling says that. Fuck, he’s so stupid, he was so stupid. Of course Ling likes someone else, duh, Elric. Ed is— well, there’s too many things to list, there, and Ling has millions and millions of people that throw themselves at his feet every damn day, did Ed really think he was different? Was he really delusional enough to think he’s, what, somehow more special, more interesting than any one of those kajillions of people? And Ling is just… so…

Well, perfect. And Ed is so stupid.

“So what?” He snaps, suddenly vicious, and Ling blinks in surprise. “Go ask Al, he’s just as good as me at lyrics and he’s way better at sappy, romantic shit anyways, so—“

He turns to go back to where he left his guitar, but Ling stops him with a hand on his automail shoulder, and Ed whips back around, practically throwing Ling’s hand off.

“I don’t want it to be sappy and romantic—“ Ling snaps back at him. “Everything I fucking sing is sappy and romantic, and I want this song to be— to be real. I thought… I thought you would get that.”

Ed flinches. God, this is exactly why… “I didn’t mean that,” he mutters. “Just— go ask Al.”

“Well—“ Ling winces. “Actually, I kind of already did, just because I thought he was less likely to make fun of me than you, but he called me a dumbass and told me to ask you.”

Despite himself, Ed chuckles, but his smile drops as quickly as it appeared. “Look, I don’t know, man,” he sighs. “Maybe Rose—“

“Rose can’t help me.” Ling says, oddly determined. “Please, Ed… look,” he takes his hand out from behind his back finally, showing Ed a USB stick and a folded up piece of paper. “I, well, I actually already wrote it, but in Mandarin. And these are the google translate lyrics.”

Ed blinks. “So… huh?”

Ling huffs. “I need you to make the English version sound good. It has to be you. Please.”

Ed thinks he would rather eat his automail than write Ling a love song for someone else, but Ling is still his friend, no matter how else Ed feels about him, and he clearly wants Ed’s help because this is important to him and because Ed is his friend, and he trusts Ed to help him give his heart to someone else and—

And Ed would just be a huge jackass to refuse. “Alright, fine.” He sticks his hand out for the demo and the lyrics. “Lemme see.”

Ling’s face brightens, a huge grin Ed recognizes well lighting up his whole face. He shoves the USB and paper at Ed and does a little hop in place, his bangs bouncing. “You’re the best, Ed!” He laughs. “Thanks!”

And then he…

Runs out of the room.

Ed stares at the spot where Ling just was. “What the fuck?” He says aloud to the empty room. “I never said I’d do it for you… dumbass.” He mutters, going back to where he left his guitar, digging through his bag for his laptop. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s see what that dumbass came up with.”

“Oh my god,” Ed laughs as he looks over the google translated lyrics-- the paper Ling gave him literally is a printed out screenshot of the google translate. “Man, Ling, this guy had better make you happy as hell for me to be doing this for you.”

When he listened to the demo, he was surprised. He didn’t understand it, obviously, he doesn’t know Mandarin, but the sound was nothing like anything else in Ling’s official discography. Which he supposes he should have expected, really, since Ling has said before he doesn’t really like the music that Emperor Records has him sing. Ed can’t imagine, honestly, what it must be like to build a career on music that you just can’t bring yourself to be passionate about.

Actually, Ed has a sneaking suspicion that Al was responsible for the track. He has no proof, of course, but Ed knows his brother and he knows what the music he makes sounds like. Either way, it was a little heavier than Ling’s usual family-friendly pop music, more alternative than his typical ultra-mainstream. And the lyrics…

This would be easier if Ed knew Mandarin, if he could get the actual meaning of the original lyrics and not just the literal translation of the words, then the version he’s been tasked with making would be more accurate. It would be easier, if Ling hadn’t run off and instead stuck around to tell Ed what the hell he actually meant by ‘very good son, your golden eyes make the sun feel embarrassed’-- because that can’t possibly be literal.

But, whatever. He can deal with this. Ling said he wanted this song to be real, and--

Well, if there’s one thing Ed can give, it’s the truth.

#hehe #edlingweek21 #edlingweek #EdLing #edward elric #Ling Yao #fma #fmab #Fullmetal Alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #writing #My writing #dude i have already assembled so much for this au its not even funny #just waiting in the wings for me to post.... goddamn

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