Emma Watson and Evanna Lynch. They played my first fictional crushes, and eventually I learned more about them and decided I liked them as well if...
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GOD WHAT IF WHEN ROY BECOMES FUHRER HE JUST SITS IN THE OFFICE AND IT’S ALL SHADOWY AND DRAMATIC AND IT’S JUST ROY AND RIZA IN THERE SO ROY SPINS...
Whenever anyone argues against marriage equality because of their religious views as a Christian I...
Colonel Hawkeye escorts Ed to the phones, where he gets an outside line and lets Winry know that he’s arrived safely in Ishval. It makes her smile; he has learned a few points of courtesy in the last few years.
Once he finishes his call, she shows him to the residential section of the headquarters building. “Resembool’s too far for you to rush back right away,” she tells him. “Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you. Take some rest, and once you’ve had breakfast tomorrow, we’ll give you a tour of what’s being done.”
“Thanks, Colonel.” He sets the old suitcase on the bed and sits beside it. “It feels weird to call you that, no offense.”
“None taken. It took me a while to get used to it - in my mind, ‘Colonel’ still means General Mustang.”
“Yeah, I bet.” He tilts his head, studying her for a second. “Oh, that’s what’s different!”
“Your hair - you didn’t cut it! It’s still long!”
Riza smiles, puzzled. “You thought I cut my hair?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Hughes sent us a picture of you and General Showoff at some parade in Central - the Fuhrer’s inauguration, I guess. The angle made it look like your hair was cut short.”
She thinks for a minute. “Oh, now I remember. I was wearing it braided down my back for the occasion. Sort of the way you used to wear yours, actually.”
Ed nods. “Your hair is sort of like Winry’s, you should keep it long.”
She knows a compliment when she hears one. “Thanks, Edward.”