#incorrect fmab

[5-pounds-of-carrots]

al really is just a Little Guy at the end of the day

[myreygn]

Edward: Lord, take two years from my life span and add it to my brother's

Ling: Too far man wtf

Edward: Lord, take two years from this guy also

[dyingroses]

Riza Hawkeye: Colonel, you're not gonna like this, but right now, Edward here is being the mature one.

Edward Elric : It's true. I'm being super mature, you big, dumb, hairy baby twat!

[celestianvices]

Child Alphonse: "Edward... I don't feel so good"

[totally-correct-fma]

Roy, scolding the Elrics: We are not mad, just disappointed. Riza: No, we are mad. Roy: Yes, we are mad. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide. Riza: No we are not. Roy: I’m not a mind-reader, Riza.

[emmikay]

Mustang: Hey, want to help me commit a felony?

Hawkeye: Colonel! What the hell?!

Mustang: Oh, sorry, my bad.

Mustang: (whispering) Want to help me commit a felony?

Hawkeye: (whispering) Of course sir, what do you need?

[lucky-me-envy]

This is basically Hohenheim and the dwarf in the flask right?

[hearseofangels]

enemies: who are you? what are you? a homunculous?

edward e. rockbell: worse… A HOUSEHUSBAND!!!

[caesarinsalata]

One more before bed:

Incorrect quote source here

[5-pounds-of-carrots]

tbh my first thought when this happened was “can’t he just somehow transmute the blood back into his body” but im no alchemist so what do i know 🤷‍♀️

[incorrectfmaquotes]

Ed: pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

[dyingroses]

Roy Mustang: It's absurd and tasteless Roy Mustang: which means the army will love it

[gooseberryfox]

hughes: face it, roy, you're going soft.

roy: i absolutely am not, you take that-

ed, asleep on his desk: [sniffles]

roy: sick leave immediately go home and rest i'm calling alphonse

[totally-correct-fma]

Alphonse: I think we should adopt another kid.  Edward: No. Alphonse: Why not? Edward: Because by ‘kid’ you mean ‘cat’ and we already have 24 of those. Alphonse, opening his armor:...25.

[emmikay]

Mustang, rubbing his temples: Come on, pick up...

Ed: What are you doing?

Mustang: Calling Hawkeye.

Ed: We’re in the middle of nowhere. With what phone?

Mustang: I mean telepathically.

Ed: Ha, there's no way that's going to—

Hawkeye, driving up: Hello Sir. Sorry I missed your call.

Ed: What the fuck—

[inkinthetypewriter]

Riza: We’re talking about recruiting a child for the military.

Mustang: Yes, we’re talking about recruiting him as a State Alchemist not making him go on the front lines of a war. It’s not a legal issue.

Riza: Are you being intentionally dense?

Mustang: hUH?