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Roy’s faces when he realizes how royally screwed he is.

Roy Mustang is just a smol birb who poofs up when scared

itsa me greedio

these range from september to jjjjjanuary? yeah. theyre not in chronological order or anything though

bonus bido:

OH MY GOD?!?!????? WHAT IS HAPPENINGJAFDS;LJOIE?????? 

Ever since seeing this, I’ve not been able to get the idea out of my head. Red Lyrium Alphonse is just too amazing for this world. What would these brothers have gone through in Thedas?

Credit for concept goes to @zeowynda and @balamist/dillmoor. It is also available as a print!

Edward “I’m not your fucking herald” Elric at your service

By mod Pas-cal

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

rustboro-city - i want to know more about you and what you are up to academically these days bc wow

Wtf america

My 3rd grade teacher gave everyone booklets to help learn cursive and the difference between capital and lower case letters. I took a great understanding to it and finished it in a day. (My hand really hurt but I was excited to finish it and show my teacher). When I did she said she saw me 'writing the letters wrong (btw I'm left handed and so I kinda HAVE to write a little differently to be comfortable). So instead of stopping me in the beginning when she saw me quickly going through it. She waits. Watches. And tells me after I finished the entire booklet I need to do it over again until I wrote it correctly. Note. I had to do this THREE TIMES. This was a booklet of every letter a-z, capital and undercase, cursive and print, with a couple of sentences on each page to understand the lettering. She made me keep doing it over and over. Then she treated me like I had something severely wrong with me just because I wasn't right handed. 'The letters look fine but you need to learn the correct way to write. I know it must be difficult being left handed but you got to learn like everybody else.' This is what she said to a 3rd grader. My mom was fumming when she found out and went right to the class and yelled at her showing her the booklets and how the letters look the same in every one. Then yelled at her for how bad my little hands hurt after all that unnecessary writing. She never made me repeat an assignment again but she would catch me writing upside down (it was easier to write cursive that way when I was a kid) and she would always have me flip my page the right way and 'write correctly' From then on I always made sure she didn't see me write and it took me awhile to actually start showing people my writing. (She even put me in a 'special writing and read class' because I read a little slow and my 'gs' and 'ys' were a 'little strange'). Note I 'read a little slow' because I would get migraines if I focused to much on the words so I would take breaks and eventually hated reading because of it.

Then in 6th grade my English teacher gave me a B- on an essay that she said 'Was very well written.' But I used words that were made up and so she had to mark me down for it. The words were: epic, awesome, and uber. I argued that they were in the dictionary that I was looking through but she just wrote me off and said to 'make sure to use real words next time! You have such talent!'

In high school my health declined rapidly to the point I was missing ALOT of school and on top of that I had to have a surgery and tried to catch up in class after recovering for 3 months but there was no way I could caught up and graduate on time so I had to drop out and get my GED well this is where my math teacher comes in. I have turned in all assissment thus-far and I thought I was getting a 'C'. Note this teacher did not teach at all in her class and would give us complicated 100 problem assissments and not explain it at all and after doing all these problems and going to turn them in the next day hoping you got some right she say 'oh you don't have to turn it in' and would even look over it so we had no idea if we were understanding the work or not. Anyway after I talked with my other teachers about how I need my grade and had to drop out (all were very understanding and gave me grades based on what I did and all the hard work I put into it) then I go to her class and ask for my grade and this is exactly what she said 'Oh good thing you're dropping out. There was no way you could've got more then an F in MY class. Maybe you'll do better or pay more attention in community college.' I missed a third of the year and was on some severe medication but I still worked hard and tried to turn in all my work in which she did nothing to help me and she pretty much called me lazy. This is why alot of kids in America drop out, are failing, or are suicidal. Teachers can be harsh and have so mercy and sympathy for the young kids they teach. I'm lucky I only had 3 teachers that were assholes but alot of people go through life having teachers that don't care and blame the kids for failing or fail them for doing something a bit different. Its not right and the school systems NEED to change.

please take a moment to look at this very important photoset of Major Miles looking out for other people

“I’m cutting my HAIR after this and you can’t stop me.”

I may have put a bit too much detail in this for crack but oh well. Go big or go home right?

Based off this ask.

REMEMBER HOW IN THE MANGA WHEN AL WAS ACTING WEIRD BECAUSE HE WAS POSSESSED BY PRIDE ED’S IMMEDIATE RESPONSE WAS “w-what’s wrong, Al? Is this your teen angst?” Like okay it’s hilarious but let’s take the implications of this line to it’s full potential

-Ed has been dreading Al’s rebellious teenager phase

-Ed does not think of himself as having teen angst. Al will probably have it because that’s what teenagers do, BUT HE SURE DOESN’T HAVE IT HE IS AN ADULT WITH SERIOUS ADULT PROBLEMS WHILE AL IS A POTENTIALLY REBELLIOUS TEENAGER (who is a year younger than him)

like I like to think as soon as they were orphaned, Ed decided “WELL I AM THE GUIDING FIGURE IN AL’S LIFE NOW I MUST LEARN HOW TO BE A RESPONSIBLE GUARDIAN”

he read all these books on parenting and heard about how teenagers talk back to their parents and do the drugs and have the sex AND WAS SO TERRIFIED WHAT IF AL STARTS DRINKING AND DOING DRUGS? I’M NOT EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH THAT! WHAT IF HE HANGS OUT WITH THE WRONG CROWD? 

“I am a suit of armor brother I can’t do drugs”

“OH THANK GOD. OKAY YOU’RE NOT HAVING HORMONES ARE YOU. DON’T JUST KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS OKAY”

“I DON’T HAVE A BODY”

“Do you have any questions about girls i can answer them”

“NO YOU CAN’T  YOU DON’T EVEN REALIZE ABOUT YOU AND WINRY WHY WOULD I EVER TAKE ADVICE FROM YOU”

“Wait Winry? what does Winry have to do with anything…’

“Stop trying to give me advice all I have to do is watch you and i know what not to do”

“THE BOOKS SAID YOU’D START GETTING SASSY”

someone reblogs this post and now I got to read and laugh at my own post like a nerd. I love Edward Elric so much guys. Bless him.

Finally found some time to finish this; here’s a tribute to one of my all time favorite characters : the infamous Greed !

The bike was a bit of a challenge, I hope it came out well :D

Hope you like it !

When the ultimate eye activates just right…

Man okay when I got my wisdom teeth out it was a fucking experience. Before the surgery wasn’t too interesting but as soon as I woke up I saw the nurse next to me and was all like “hey… i think… i died… and now I’m in a parallel universe… and i gotta go back to my house and kill the me from this universe” and he was just kinda like “alright, you do that”. And then the other nurse kept going in and out of the room to get things and I thought there was like 5 of her that kept coming out of the room, and then so when she was wheeling me out in a wheelchair I was like “damn… why are there so many of you… there’s like 5 many of you” and she was just kinda like “alright, you do that”.

Anyway I got to the car and my dad was there and he was like “how ya feeling son” in the dadliest way possible and I was like “MAN I AM PUMPED LETS GET SOME JUICE I’M STARVED” so we drove about 3 blocks to a jamba juice, whereupon I say “I’m good I can do this” and run/drunkstumble 30 feet to the door. I burst in the door like a viking returning from some fucking battle and holler “WHATS UP FUCKS” to everyone in the store, which was thankfully just the 2 people behind the counter, who looked probably as scared/confused as a jamba juice employee could look.

So anyway, as my dad explained the situation I looked up at the jamba juice menu and was utterly fucking lost in it. Like I swear I was looking at this menu board for a year, deciphering this Rosetta stone of fruits. I distinctly remember that I was looking at each item in a smoothie, thinking of how it tasted, then moving on to the next thing and thinking of how that tasted, and how they would taste together. Since most smoothies had 3 or 4 items, this took some thinking. So my dad sees me in this extreme brain blast state of mind and says “hey are you going to order or what”. Keep in mind I’m on the first fucking smoothie on the list here. So I just say “shush man I’m trying to do fruit science”, and then when I realized that this process could take literal years, I just said “yeah give me a smooth regular” which for the uninitiated, isn’t actually a real thing on any menu. Oh, also I asked them if the “boosted” smoothies would give me super powers and then pointed my fingers at them and made “lightning noises”.

So my dad just orders me the first thing on the menu and I go to sit down and stare out the window or some shit and my thoroughly amused dad just looks at me and says “how ya feelin?”. Now at this time I was feeling a lot of things, but most noticeable to me was the gauze in my mouth, so I just look at him and say “there’s these fuckin… tiny sheep in my head” which at the time was the best way I had to convey this feeling. Anyway about that time, the jamba juice guy brings us our drinks and he gives me a small thing of mario kart stickers and I swear I almost cried from the tsunami of emotion that gift made me feel (I still have them).

Anyway the rest of the story is we drove home and I explained this programming project I was working on to my dad in perfect detail somehow and then I came home and went on facebook and posted a comment on my friends status (because I couldn’t find the status update bar) that read: “i just took a lort of painkillers and yelled at everyone in a jambo juice”

Dentist drugs are strong y’all. I had my wisdom teeth taken out at 17 and I distinctly remember only seconds after being given the good stuff I turned to my mom and noticed the IV in my arm. I couldn’t figure out what it was so I immediately started sobbing (loudly, I think) that it was a transdermal patch and I was so sorry for smoking and promised her that I didn’t remember starting but I’d stop as soon as I got home.

After I remember waking up and asking if my missing teeth would leave holes to store tic tacs in. When I got home my script for pain killers hadn’t been filled yet so I decided to distract myself with the Lord of the Flies movie. Which was a big mistake. I cried a lot for the fat kid and when the adult shows up at the end I remember thinking he looked a lot like my dad (he wasn’t my dad but when my dad brought me my pills I asked him if he still had the uniform). It was a long day for everyone.

I do t remember much from when I got mine takin out but what I do remember is I kept forgetting about the gauze so I kept yelling 'GODDNIT THESE TINY PILLOWS ARE MAKIN LIFE DIFFICULT!' and my mom looks at my like I just yelled the NASA launch codes or something and I whisper 'the tiny teeth pillows...' as to where my sister burst out laughing and my mom finally got it was the gauze I was talking about. My sister then pulled out the phone and I almosted started crying whispering 'please don't record my situation...' and they just kept laughing the rest of the way. Cant remember much other then that but getting your wisdom teeth out is a he'll of a time. Trust me I've had many surgeries and that was the only time my ass was kicked by the drugs >.>