theredpond:

hioctopus:

sociopathhasthemoosebox:

uncreativeminds:

raspberryragdoll:

Dear future husband, if this doesn’t happen I want a divorce.

Dear future wife, if I don’t do this. Please divorce me.

okay so who thinks the above commenters should marry each other?

I ship it

Lets plan a wedding people.

ragingdiamondbear:

All aboard— Hit the road thealchemyfreak and teresa-nightingale!

All the bullshit can’t be ignored.

All the ~problems~ make me wanna go -straight to video-.

(I’ll give you something to cry about! Payback is a motherfucker!)

“Yo.”

“Ah, hello,” Teresa blinked, rather curious about this new face. “And…who might you be?”

I am so sorry, everyone! -Flails- ;A;

allmyavarice:

—> teresa-nightingale started following you

“It amazes me a lady like yourself was able to get passed that oaf of a chimera that lingers outside of the place. He —well, likes women. So tell me, who are you, lady, and what brings you to my bar?”

“Oh? Was that who that large gentleman who was confronted by several other women was? I simply slipped by because I assumed it was safe of me to do so.” Teresa seemed quite confused on the issue, before shaking her head with a polite smile. “I’m Teresa Nightingale. Might I ask who you are, sir?”

vivussedmortuus:

• Come to my ask.
• Get all loud and shit so I pay attention.
• Tell me you want to RP and maybe we can plot.
• Or.
• Type up a starter.
• Post it.
• Tag me in it
• Really
• It’s that simple.
• Why are you still just creeping on me from a distance?
• COME TALK TO ME.

winry-rockbelll:

Winry giggled lightly, giving him a sweet smile. “It’s only the truth! But.. what shall I call you now?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. 

(Hmm~ anything we want to do can happen between these two~ i’m open for anything~ >:D) 

“You know, to be honest…I’ve never really thought about that,” He sheepishly smiled, rubbing his head more. Was it just him, or did he find Winry more attractive than usual. “I guess you can call me ‘Terrance’, since it’s the closest thing to my real name. Or Terri.”

(( Oh ho ho~~ >:D Then I say let’s make things a little steamy, shall we?~ ;D xD ))

fullmetalupstart:

“Are you saying I should pretend he’s standing where you are? Because that wouldn’t help at all…that would mean I would just tackle you.” Edward flustered, “I only want those things with him…”

“I am pretending he’s in the room, watching over me so I don’t do anything stupid….like I could with this guilt hanging over me.”

“No no no, not that,” Terri fixed himself, waving his hands about. “I mean, with those thoughts you’re having…Try to focus on what you could do that is much better with him.”

“Come on, you don’t need to guilt yourself to stop yourself from those thoughts,” He continued, placing both hands upon Edward’s shoulders. “I mean, just think on how much better Roy is at everything, what a great life you two will have together. Think about that.”

morethantheysee:

Jim chuckled silently at her breathlessness. One would think she’d been running laps or something. Glancing over his shoulder at the diner, he soon returned his vision to her. “Make up for it? Like… doing over time? Hey, come on. I don’t wanna do that to ya,” he frowned, scratching the back of his head. 

“Oh uhhh… I mean, yeah… if you wouldn’t mind. That’d be… that’d be helpful, thanks,” he smiled.

“Don’t worry about that. My mother insisted I leave with you early,” She assured, smiling gently once her breath was finally caught. “So you have nothing to worry about,  okay?”

“Then let me lead the way,  okay?” She held out a hand for him to take, ready to show him around when he was ready.

Okay…this is definitely not the right place.

These were Teresa’s first thoughts the moment she looked up and around at the rather dark city of what was discovered to be named “Gotham”. A strange name, it was mysterious. Much like the presence of the city.

Of course, just as she was approaching a nearby cafe to sit down for a while, she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her. Every time she was in a new town, she felt like she was watched…she should have been used to it, but being an immigrant must mean it will always remain.

“Who’s there?” She called out, turning around quickly to look for whoever was there. She thought she saw a red mask of some sort…or was that her imagination?