#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

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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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[snazzystarlight]

This song is so pretty! This is "The Way It Was" by The Killers as I see it because of synesthesia!

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[lacilou]

[italianharlem]

The Real Little Italy: Pleasant Avenue

To many, Italian Harlem was nothing more than a slum where poor Italian immigrants lived crowded together one on top of the other.  I remember hearing on the radio once an Irish politician; I don’t remember his name saying, “These Italians are dirty people they like living in squalor so why help them.”

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My parents were immigrants from Bari, Italy, which is in the southern part of Italy. In the United States, immigrants from the southern part of Italy were considered low class. During this time the Irish were dominant in New York. They controlled the politics and religious machinery of the city. The Italian immigrants like my parents were harassed and the prejudice towards them was apparent and public.

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[aboutpleasantavenue]

Pleasant Avenue and Hot Sweet Mickey's

The best food to me, other than jelly apples, was a red- hot sweet Mickey, direct from the hot coals.  This old man would come around Pleasant Avenue with a galvanized, steel chest the contained about eight drawers. 

In these drawers were sweet potatoes of many sizes.  The first two drawers had small Mickey’s that cost about one cent.  The next two drawers contained potatoes that cost about two cents.  The remaining drawers had potatoes that cost about three cents; these were the largest potatoes.

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This old man would walk down the street pushing this steel chest down the street yelling, “Sweet potatoes for sale!”  When the old man approached me, even though I had a jelly apple, I said I must have a sweet Mickey.  I fumbled in my pocket to see if I could find any pennies.  I was very happy when I discovered that I had three pennies left.  I yelled to the man, “Stop! Gimmie a big Mickey, give me the big potato. “

My hand burned as I touched the potato because it was very hot when the old guy handed it to me. 

The old man shouts, “Don’t burn your lips.  It’s very hot!”  “I know, I know,” I said. Disregarding his advice, I start eating the potato and of course, burnt my lips.

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[pleasantavenue116thstreet]

Pleasant Avenue: The Way It Was

Sometimes though, life on Pleasant Avenue was truly gratifying. There was an old woman on Pleasant Avenue and 114th street that would sell jelly apples.  She would put the apple on a stick and dip the apple in a jar full of hot jelly.  The price of the jelly apple was two cents.  I had two cents, but I was afraid to go over to this old and scary lady.  Her dress was oversized.  Her shoes were black and shiny and they looked as if they belonged to her husband. 

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116th and Pleasant Avenue

She had two large spaces between her two front teeth.  To buy an apple from her, one had to walk two steps down off of the sidewalk.  She had an old cast- iron stove, which had red- hot coals burning for fuel.  On the stove she had a large pot of boiling bright red jelly. 

One morning I took a chance and as I walked over to the old lady, I said, “Let me have a jelly apple.”  Looking at me with piercing eyes and a weird cackle she says, “Have you got two cents, Sonny?”  I said, “Of course I have,” as I dig into my worn- out pants pocket.  As I fiddle around in my pocket, I discover a hole in it.  I am worried as I look into my other pocket.  “Well,” the old lady says, “I can’t wait forever, where’s the two cents?” 

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I am still looking for the two cents when the old lady shouts, “Why you stupid kid, the two cents is on the ground.  What do you have a hole in your pocket?”   When I see the two cents on the floor, I pick it up and I give it to the old lady.  The old lady sticks a Popsicle stick into the red apple and stuffs it into a juicy, red, boiling pot.  When she takes it out the hot jelly is dripping all over the stick.  She puts a napkin on the stick and says, “Here’s your jelly apple and get out of here!”  - That's the way it was on 116th Street and Pleasant Avenue

[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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[fullmetalscullyy]

just... reminiscing... :)

[pauls-mescal]

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

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[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

[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)