#the way it was

[fullmetalscullyy]

when you let go, you'll see it differently

summary: as you break hold, break it recklessly

Roy and Riza run into some trouble while raising a teenager

rated: g | words: 4554 | tags: royai, family royai, royai kids, au, canon divergence, angst, angst with a happy ending, teenagers

an: written purely on good music and vibes lmao once again, you don’t need to have read the previous fics in the series to understand this one!! tldr royai have two kids. riza never joined the military bc of reasons, so they didn’t work together, they got married before roy went to ishval, and… stuff happened. but now they get to be a happy family :)))))))))))

part of “the way it was” series

read on ao3 | read on ffnet

snippet:

“What happened?” His question was softer now. Gentle. Riza’s heart squeezed. “Like I said, I overreacted. It was silly of me.” “Then I’m even more intrigued.” He grasped her chin and turned her face back to face him, so her eyes met his once more. “There’s never been a silly word uttered from your mouth, Riza, so I feel I need to know what it is you speak of.” She rolled her eyes, but Roy tutted and drew her gaze back to his. “Tell me. Please.” His prompt was so soft. Already so open and understanding of anything she had to give, as he always was. “The girls were late walking home from Gracia’s tonight. I was worried something might have happened.” Roy’s grip on her tightened and he looked alarmed. Immediately his head moved to look up, as if he could see if his daughter and niece were okay from through the ceiling. “They’re okay,” Riza soothed. “They were slow walking home.” “How slow?” His eyes narrowed as they returned to meet Riza’s. “They arrived here half an hour after Gracia called.”

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[grvnge-archive]

*sees preview of 2014 tumblr-related picture and clicks on it 🫢*

*sighs in relief when it's a single image in a post and not a collage of 4-10 pictures 🥰*

[lacilou]

[italianharlem]

Pleasant Avenue: The Way It Was" by Daniel Golio tells the story of Italian immigrants surviving in the slums of Pleasant Avenue on New York City’s East side in the 1930’s and the origins of the real Italian mob in NYC. – Read the book - Click Here

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[pauls-mescal]

Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[jessepinwheel]

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[epoxyconfetti]

[fullmetalscullyy]

just... reminiscing... :)

[italianharlem]

Pleasant Avenue: The Way It Was" by Daniel Golio tells the story of Italian immigrants surviving in the slums of Pleasant Avenue on New York City’s East side in the 1930’s and the origins of the real Italian mob in NYC. – Read the book - Click Here

or get the E book Free – Click Here

Rome, Italy (by Gabriella)

[fairycosmos]

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.