#=w= michael you bastard if I can’t sleep then you can’t either

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Part 20!!! Finally end of day 1 !!! TTvTT)

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SFW/ Fluff Alphabet (Suna Rintarou)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He is well-aware that he has a salty attitude. Up until now, he still wonders how you can still somehow manage to deal with his shit and stay with him and he adores you for that. Your patience is unfathomable. Whenever he rants about a recent issue regarding him, you can always sound unaffected and not sarcastic when in comes to your responses. He also admires how you respect his privacy and personal space. You would always ask him if he wants to talk about it and when he says no, you'd just stay with him until he's ready or when he gets over it.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Eyes. HE LOVES THE FEELING OF GETTING LOST IN YOUR EYES. It's like he could totally see your feelings for him. He looks at it to know whether or not you're lying, to know if you're joking, and to prepare himself if he sees your eyes getting glossy or maybe he just looks at it because ✨force of habit✨. AND YOUR SQUISHY CHEEKS. He likes to pinch them whenever you're within his reach because.. well, he just wants some sort of physical contact? Plus you're really cute.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Spooning. He doesn't want you to see that faint smile of his after he kisses your hair and shoulder once you settled against him. He loves your satisfied sigh when he lightly rubs your skin, his breathing lulling you to sleep. If you're just chilling on the couch though, he likes to snake one arm around your waist then he starts playing with your tummy like a fidget something.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Classic stay-at-home date. He doesn't want other people to meddle with your time together because he knows for a fact that someone from his team EHEM, TSUM-TSUM, EHEM always goes out and there's this possibility that you'd bump into him with girls swarming around him. Experimenting Osamu's recipes! He loves it when you appreciate things he does. Then after you'd just cuddle while watching horror movies.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

We all know he ain't verbal unless he's spouting insults so he's more into actions. Simple things like holding the door for you, bringing you lunch when it's near exams (he'd sometimes pull you to the cafeteria for a breather), and a silent trip with him walking you to your home. He isn't expressive either so you'd just have to decipher what his feelings are by looking at his eyebrows.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Hush, he maybe low-key probably theoretically might like babies. Doesn't mind if it's a girl or boy, he'd teach them how to roast someone. Plus just the thought of you holding your baby makes his heart go doki-doki. AFTER MARRIAGE, OF COURSE.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He used to think of it as a waste of time and money but now it's more like a way to say he cares about you. He buys you things you need like ink refills when he notices your pen nearly out of ink. He doesn't spoil you that much with material things because he knows you're already satisfied.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

The typical you'd-get-lost-and-it-would-be-hard-for-me-to-find-you-and-it's-too-much-work typa guy when you go out. He does creep his hand towards yours when you're alone but there are also times he just wants to link your pinkies because he finds it cute? Occasionally kisses your knuckles when you take a break from studying. He'd tap his thumb multiple times on the back of your palm before games and you'd tap back two times as a good luck.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it's a minor one and he can just patch it up, he'd be silent, just making one-word commands as he takes care of you. Once done, he'd call you stupid can't you say “be careful next time” like a normal person and kiss your forehead after flicking it. If it's an accident in school, he'd be the one to take you to the clinic or if he's out, he'd have your friends reporting to him.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

YOU WOULDN'T REALIZE IT'S A JOKE. He considers himself funny though because his team laughs when he insults the twins but he realizes it's different with you. It's kinda like this: he asks you a question with his usual serious face, “What do you call a pony with a cough?” Silence. “A little hoarse.” He'd suppress his laugh because he really thinks it's funny but you just give him an unimpressed look.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Light. Feathery. Ones. On your forehead, nose, cheeks after he pinches it, side of your mouth. Even his pecks feel like one, long, passionate kiss. Keeps his kisses short and simple unless you show him signs of you-know-what. Likes to kiss the back of your head while he squishes your face with one hand.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Hugs. Plenty of them. It's a way of saying you're safe with him and he won't do anything to hurt you. Smothers you with kisses from time to time when he feels like you need reassurance. He takes care of you. He leaves a glass of water on your bedside table so you wouldn't have to walk in the dark.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

That time after one of the games when you came up to him and shamelessly kissed him in front of the whole team. He was frozen like the rest of them and they swore they saw him smile a bit as you smile up to him while playing with his hair.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Fears that one day, he won't hear your satisfied sigh when you're settled against him. That would mean he's not your safe space anymore and you already tired and uncomfortable.

O = Oddity (what quirk/s do they have?)

He likes to believe that cracking knuckles can release stress. After an argument, whenever he studies, he cracks his knuckles.

He says ‘I love you’ back ALWAYS. He's always conveying his feelings through actions so the least he could do is to reply to your I love you's. Even if he's already near dream land, he'd still say it back.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He usually sticks with “oi” but ehem, he likes to call you by sickly.. icky.. weak-to-the-knees endearments with that hot voice of his HAVE YOU HEARD HIM IN EPISODE 14 I WAS SCREAMING. He saves the darling, sweetheart, honey, boo when it's just the two of you but calls you by your cute nickname followed by baby when he wants to flaunt you.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

NAP DATES. NAP DATES. NAP DATES. NAP DATES. NAP DATES. NAP DATES. NAP DATES. YOU'RE HIS CHARGING STATION. YOU. ARE. HIS. REST. MAKING BULALO (I think it's called beef bone marrow stew in English???) IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT JUST BECAUSE. Drowsy kisses just because also. (╥﹏╥)

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

The Simple Things by Michael Carreon because... just listen to it.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

ABSOLUTE TRUST. Y'all are faithful and respect each other's privacy. If he doesn't wanna talk about it then no. If he does, then you'll listen. If you ask him something that's been bothering you like seeing him and one of his classmates walking through the school gates together while you're outside waiting, he'll explain. No arguments. He knows you're there for him and you know he won't tell you anything if he knows he can handle it himself. You're fine. He's fine.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Probably 2-3 months? He was whipped when you snapped at him. Man, his mind was blank. No rebuttals. Took him a week to confess to you then y'all started dating but you made it official by attending one of his games.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He'll buy you your comfort foods. Lightly squeezes your shoulder while you rant about the reason you're upset. OVERALL, HE WON'T TALK BECAUSE THIS IS ABOUT YOU AND YOU ALONE. Would probably do everything you make him do because you're upset. Keeps his nasty remarks when you're feeling better.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Either he won't talk about you or presents you to everyone with a smug look on his face, he's never in between. He is rather proud about you and your achievements because he's seen you through the process of it all. PROUD BOYFRIEND.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

If it's a physical fight, he'd fight behind you because he knows you can handle it. If some bastard harasses you, he'd fight for you. If it's a mental battle, he'd fight beside you. He knows you're strong but that doesn't mean you have to go through it alone.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very, very well. Slight movement of your eyebrows and he knows you're uncomfortable. When you bite your lower lip, he knows you're gonna cry. With simple hand gestures, he knows you're hiding something. He's just very observant and he wants you to know that he knows what you're implying without even a word. One smirk, and you're pranking Atsumu the next second.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Asks you to marry him out of the blue. On your couch. With matching fuzzy socks, fox slippers, and satin pyjamas. While sipping on your hot beverage. Honestly so sweet, you can't change my mind.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Your gentle hand on his cheek and your soft gaze. Plus ice pops.

NSFW Alphabet (Suna Rintaro)

M. List

[andrcs]

hey  friends  waddup  !  i’m  jen  ,  just  turned  23  (  n  am  already  feelin  it  )  ,  from  the  gmt-2  tmz  ,  n  i  go  by  she/her  pronouns  .  i  had  about  ,  like  ,  half  an  hour  of  sleep  today n  i’m  actually  redoing  this  entire  intro  because  as   i  was  editing  the  finished  version  to  post  it  ,  i  accidentally  deleted  the  whole  thing  n  tumblr  wouldnt  let  me  have  it  back !  it’s  fine  i’m  fine   :-)  anywho  i’m  gonna  let  yall  go  n  learn a  lil  more  about  our  friend  andre !  hopefully  u  like  him  but  if  u  don’t  thats  ok  bc  sometimes i don’t  either !!

𝐈.    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒  :

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   :   andre  harris  solomon  .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   :   n/a  .

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲   :   august  fourth  ,  1991  .

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧   :   leo  .

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   :  cco  of  solo  conglomerate  .

𝐈𝐈.   𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  :

during  the  solomon’s  dynasty  ,   the  family  had  its  fair  share  of  tumbles  and  quite  a  few  scandals  .  great  uncle  abel being  arrested  after  trying  to  steal  half  his  brother’s  fortune  was  one   was  a  big  example .  may  god  bless  the traitous  bastard’s  soul  .  also  cousin  denzel  ,  declaring   in  the  middle  of  thanksgiving  dinner  he  wanted  to  be  a  opera  singer  ,  of  all  fucking  things  ,  and  giving grandpa  harrison  an  almost  stroke  ,  could  be  counted  .  no  matter  what  ,  though  ,  nothing  prepared  the  family  to  watch  the  solomon  fortune’s  heiress  coming  home  on  her  christmas  break  during  her  freshman  year  in  college  with  a  baby  bump  and  no  father  to  claim  the  child  she  carried  . 

in  the  following  years  ,  with  the  slightly  judgemental  help  of  all  of  her  closest  relatives  ,  but  most  of  all  ,  the  never  ending  support  of  her  parents  ,  gaia  solomon  managed  not  only  to  get  her  college  diploma  ,  enter  the  family  business   and  help  solo  grow  into  the  biggest  media  conglomerate  of  the  western  hemisphere  ,  one  that  had  a  solid  hand  over  pretty  much  all  aspects  of  media  and  entertainment  .  chances  are  if  you  wanted  to  publish  or  sign  a  record  label  deal  or  be  on  a  tv  show  ,  sooner  or  later  you  would  encounter  someone  from  solo  .  but   she  had  also  manage  to  raise  with  the  utmost  love  and  care  ,  no  lack  of  sacrifices  ,  and  a  healthy  amount  of  ear-pulling  ,  a  man  she  can’t  help  to  be  most  proud  of  .

andre  solomon  never  knew  who  his  father  was  ,  or  cared  to .  and  as  far  as  his  mother  was  concerned  ,  he  didn’t  have  a  father .  as  a  child  ,  he  never  felt  like  he  was  missing  anything  in  life  ,  there  was  no  angry  void  aching  to  be  filled  ,  no  painful  moments  to  remember  his  childhood  by  .  he  had  been  happy .   no  matter  how  busy  his  mom  was  ,  she  was  always  loving  and  attentive  whenever she  was  around  ,  played  baseball and  football  and  soccer  with  him  whenever  he  asked  her  to  ,  and  grandpa  harrison  was  always  available  if  the  boy  ever  needed  a  guy  figure  in  his  life .  of  course  ,  there  were  some  bumps  and  bruises  along  the  way  ,  and  a  pinky  finger  he  never  fully  got  the  feeling  back  , but  it  was  a  beautiful  ,  fulfilling  childhood  .

as  a  teenager  ,  recently  acquainted  with  a  never  seen  before  freedom  ,  and  just  out  of  puberty  ,  andre  grew  more  acquainted  with  getting  in  trouble  .  thankfully  ,  nothing  like  cousin  gina  , who  had  to  cut  off  a  part  of  her  ear  after  piercing  it  by  herself  with  her  tenth  grade  friends  .  while  rambunctious  and  mischievous  ,  he  was  always  to  smart  to  get  caught  doing  something  that  could  get  him  in  any  kind  of  real  trouble  ,  and  by  then  ,  the  family  knew  that  they  could  trust  andre  to  not  be  too  irresponsible  ,  and  even  if  they  didn’t  ,  at  least  he  had  both  ears  intact  .

 a  full  grown  adult  ,  after  getting  his  marketing  degree in  northwestern  university  ,  andre  followed  his  mother’s  footsteps  and  worked  hard  to  climb  the  organizational   ladder  and  reach  the  cco  position ,  becoming  one  of  his  grandfather’s   valued  advisors  along  the  way  .  these  days  ,  he  works  hard  to  keep  his  image  clean  and  his  professional  life  very  well  separated  from  his  private  one  ,  being  very  succesful  at  it  thus  far  .

𝐈𝐈𝐈.   𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

andre can  definitely  be  considered  a  little bit   too  cocky  in  his  confidence  .  he  knows  his  strengths  and  doesn’t  believe  in  fake  humility  ,  always  eager  to  be  praised  by  whatever  actions  .  also  very  focused  ,  he  feels  as  if  he  knows  exactly  what  he  deserves  in  all  aspects  of  his  life  ,  and  doesn’t  hesitate  to  work  for  it  until  he’s  satisfied .

he  is also  ,  however  ,  a  very  fun  loving  individual  .  andre  believes  in  the  motto  work  hard  ,  play  hard  .  and  you  can  definitely  find  him  going  on  expensive  trips  to  exotic  locations  or   some  rich  person  adventure  more  often  that  he’d  like  to  admit  .  is  constantly  surrounded  by  a-list  celebrities  or  clout  chasers  who  attach  to  him  due  to  his  connections  into  the  industry  .  and  as  being  the   center  of  attention   is  one  of  his  favorite  things  ,  he  absolutely  adores  it  .

very  ,   extremely  sarcastic  and  definitely  not  the  most  outwardly  affectionate  person  ,  it  takes  a  lot  to  get  him  to  soften  up   ,   but  andre’s  also  extremely  loyal  to  those  he  knows  are  his  real  friends ,  and  always  makes  sure  that  they  are  with  him  no  matter  where  he  goes  and  what  he  gets  .

is  known  to  be  quite  the  ladies’  man  ,  and  often  lives  up  to  the  reputation  ,  even  though  he’s  settled  down  quite  happily  a  few  times  during  his  adulthood  .  he’s  not  averse  to  relationships ,  per say  ,  but  also  doesnt  want  to  jump  in  carelessly  ,  specially  when  he’s  not  felling  the  situation  .  is  frequently  engaged  in  some  sort  of  drama  with  the  girls  in  his  life  and  even  though  he  claims  to  dislike  it  ,  he  loves  all the  attention  he  gets  from  them  ( ew , i  hate  him  ,  he’s  gross  )

𝐈𝐕.   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  :

childhood  best  friend  /  chicago  native  ( 1 / 2 )  :  people  who’ve  known  him  since  before  he  hit  puberty  and  became  cool  and  who  are  with  him til  this  very  day  .  they  might  not  be  best  friends  for  whatever  reason  but  still  are  closer than  most  friendships  out  there . ( pearl , )

flings /  could  be  past  or  present  :  could  also  range  from  the  silliest  to  the  most  angsty  stuff  ,  andre  definitely  has  the  repertoire  for  it .

ride  or  dies  (  2 / 6  )  :  truly  ride  or  dies  ,  his  closest  group  of  friends  ,  the  ppl  that  are with  him  no  matter where  he  is  and  the only  people  outside  his  family  he’d  do  whatever for  . ( devin , watson )

exes  /  chicago  native  (  2 /  2  )  :  i  have  some  ideas  about  them  but  lets  just  say  one  would  have  ended  in  decently  good terms  and  one  would  not . ( vera , aurora )

friend  with  interests  (  0 / 2  )  : andre  has  a  lot  of  ins  with  the  media  industry  ,  and  this  person  would  definitely  have  an  ulterior  motive  to  hang  around  him  ,  whether  he’s  realised  it  yet  or  no  .

flirtationship   (  1 / 1  )  : first  of  all  i  hate  that  word  my  GOD  but  also  ,  would  be  a  kind  of  thing  where  they’d  both  be  feeling  each  other  but  for  some  reason  things  just  wouldn’t  progress ? ( elissa )

there is a  lot  more  but  i’ve  just  written  this  thing  twice  in  a  row  n  my  brain  is  currently  just  2  neurons  barely  communicating  so  i  should  probably  quit  while  i’m  ahead  ?  but  pls  message  me  bc  if  u  want  to  know  some  more  about  andre  or  come  up w  plots  or  just  talk  about  how  hot mbj  is   n  how  unfair  it  is  that  the rpc  doesnt  gif  him nearly  enough  ?  or  we  could  also  talk  abt  something  i  might  be  delusional  rn  so  i  have  a bunch  of  interesting  topics  ok  bye  thanks  for  sticking  around i  love uuuu

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 20

Last time Roy was a badass, Lust bit the dust, and Ed ran into a familiar face. Onwards!

Hey, they show Ed and Papa Elric in a graveyard during the intro! I’d just written that off as a symbolic thing or something. So does that mean we’re gonna have Ed going through the Gate again and the Xing contingent fighting Wrath? I will also take little May Chang zapping some werewolves, please and thank you. We open with Papa Elric and Ed staring at eachother (and a gravestone for a Michael Cusbert, random name or someone connected to the show?). [Papa Elric]: “Hello, Edward… You appear to have grown some.” 1-Will the short jokes never cease? 2-Really, dude? You haven’t seen your son since you ran off who knows how many years ago, and your first words are essentially “Huh, turns out kids grow up over time.” Ah, and he’s spoken with Granny Rockbell, knows that Ed tried Human Transmutation. Ed responds by asking why the heck he’s come back when there’s nothing left for him there. PE just asks why Ed burned down “his” home. So, am I supposed to have any sympathy for this guy? Like, at all? Disregarding my belief that Papa Elric and Father are the same person (seriously, beard), just in terms of being a dad I am finding him sorely lacking. Ed states that they burned it down as a symbol of their reso- [PE]: “No you didn’t. You were hiding the memory. You didn’t want to be reminded of what you’ve done… And thought you could erase the memory by destroying the evidence.” Step off, buddy. [PE]: “You ran away… And you know it.” WOW. Ok, you can just fuck right off, dude. You’re gonna stand on your dead wife’s grave and say that kind of shit to your son? I agree with Ed, you make me sick. [PE]: “He’s exactly like I was when I was his age.” Hahaha NO. You don’t get to compare yourself to the Protagonist, dude. Just… just go. Episode 20 - “Father Before the Grave” That night, Ed’s sleeping at the Rockbell’s when the door opens. So we’ll get Granny’s response to- YOU. Nope nope nope stop looking in on Ed just go away and Flashback to Kid!Ed clutching at PE’s leg with a smile and Baby!Al gazing up. Oh, so NOW you feel remorse for running out on your family. Whoop de friggin doo. PE reaches out to touch the son he ABANDONED before chickening out and leaving. And whadya know, Ed who has been through numerous deathly struggles over the past years was awake the entire time. Downstairs, good dog! The Rockbell’s automailed hound is sitting in a corner and growling at PE as he gives a wry grin, before turning back to Granny and numerous wine bottles. Seems she’s going over photo albums, remarking on how PE looks like he hasn’t aged a day (hmmmmm) and asking why he was gone for so long. PE… asks about the results of the HT the boys attempted. Dude. You know that Ed’s listening in, and you’re gonna make him think that the event that destroyed their lives was even more of a failure? The worst part is that we know he’s right, since Al’s flashback to the Gate ended with him looking at Ed from inside the TC. Still, dude. Dick move. Ok, let’s go away from this awfulness for a bit. Back in Central, Al’s holding up his end of the bargain and telling Ling about his Soul Armor status, who is very impressed. No need to eat or sleep or breathe, as long as his sigil’s kept intact he’s functionally immortal! Except for what Barry mentioned last time, about how a body can’t maintain a foreign soul, and Al thinks that he’s a ticking time bomb. Well ok, hold up. That’s based on an offhand comment by a homicidal maniac, regarding a corpse that had an animal’s soul stuffed in it. I don’t think that’s really comparable to you, Al. At the very least, why don’t we get a more scientific look into the subject than a murderer? And Ling does bring up a good point, if the body can only hold a soul for so long, why not transfer it to a new body periodically? Problem solved, right? Still, as much as I like the transhuman immortality robot idea, I don’t think the guy we’ve seen bumming for free food is really comprehending the isolation of the form, which Winry calls him out on before storming away. Winry’s moping on her bed when Al comes in, and tries lightening the mood by complaining that Ed and Winry are always the ones to lose their tempers, he never gets a chance. Then we get a flashback to Al's first night in his Soul Armor, realising that he can’t (not doesn’t have to, can’t) fall asleep and mentioning that to a younger Winry. Current!Winry cries into a pillow and demands a promise that Al will get his body back. On his own end, looks like Ed’s dreaming, running towards a distant light and demanding that they give Al his body back. Suddenly Truth! [Truth]: “Take it? Do you even know what you’re saying? You’re the one who tossed his body aside and put him in that armor… Aren’t you, alchemist?” And then That Bastard Tucker shows up saying that he and Ed are the saNOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE. And then it gets WORSE when a hand reaches out and Ok good Ed’s awake now. Suddenly I’m seeing advantages to Al not having to dream. Meanwhile, Granny’s yelling that Ed needs to wake up, his father’s about to head out. Wait, head out? Where’s PE off to now? Oh hey, it’s the photo wall with PE’s face blocked off. Which PE asks for and takes as it’s the only picture of the entire family. Then he’s already heading to the door (not surprised he’s not even waiting for Ed), but pauses to tell Granny something. [PE]: “Something terrible is going to happen in this country soon… You should escape while you can.” [Granny]: “*shrug* This country’s lousy with terrible things. And I can’t leave. I’ve got other people who need me here in case they want to come home.” [Heartless!PE Who Completely Ignores The Wall Of Cute Kid Pictures]: “I’ve given you my warning.” And like that, Hohenheim is gone, with a comment that he won’t be able to enjoy her cooking anymore… ok, that is either implying that Granny is going to die (NOPE) or Hohenheim is (?). Ed just looks out the window as his father leaves yet again. Now weather’s rolling in as Ed and Granny are walking up a hill, Ed has a shovel… oh no. No no no please tell me you aren’t going to dig it up. This knowledge will not help you, Ed. The rain starts falling and Ed is vomiting from exertion and stress, refuses to go home (as opposed to this pile of burnt rubble) as he won’t be able to move forward until he knows for sure. And because he refuses to let Hohenheim be right about his running away. Please. Please, just stop Ed. You’re constantly heaving, and as tough as Granny is it can’t be good for her either to be out in this rain. Let it go, please. But they keep digging through the rain, and as it finally slows Ed stops digging. Grabs a tuft of hair. Rushes to the bucket to wash it off. And turns to Granny with a stricken face, saying that Mama Elric had chestnut hair. But this hair is blond- wait, black? ...wait, what? It’s not blonde? I mean, maybe it’s burnt black. But I thought it was… They dig up the rest of the remains, Granny declares a femur too long and the pelvis for a male… ok, hold up. You’re basing this off of bone lengths and hair color? Ed, did you not see how deformed and broken that Thing was? That was not an example of a functioning human body, so why would you base this off of damaged parts? Aaargh, but as Granny declares that all the parts from the HT aren’t his mother, Ed laughs brokenly before declaring that it really is impossible to bring the dead back to life. But as Granny tells him to get ahold of himself, Ed says that it’s alright? That this has been a symbol of despair for so long… ok, how is this a symbol of hope, then? [Ed]: “Al can be returned to normal.” …? Um, I am not seeing the logic connection here. The HT remains are reburied, and Ed gives a call to Teacher. Oh dear. That subject. I’m sorry Ed, but that is really something you should not talk about over the phone. Back to the graveyard, Ed and Granny are looking over the Rockbell gravestones as she thanks Ed for telling her about how they helped people. Then they head out, Ed asking if Hohenheim said where he was going and Granny saying she didn’t even bother asking. But then she says she forgot something? A message for Hohenheim from Mama Elric? [Mama Elric]: “I’ll be gone when he returns… Can you tell him something? I need him to know… I couldn’t keep my promise. I died before he did, and I’m so sorry.” A promise to not die before him? Whatever the details, Granny doesn’t know, and asks Ed to pass it on if he runs into Hohenheim again. Ed grumps at being a messenger boy, but agrees. Now, back to Central! Where Ed’s sure that Al is just waiting, annoyed at being cut out of the loop… [Ed]: *eyetwitch* “What the hell?!” Al, rather worse for wear, apologizes to Ed for being so damaged, who then starts freaking out over Xing and the Lady Ninja mooching off room service before he kicks them out. Now, story time! After Ed’s brought up to speed on the Goths and Barry and the speculation that Al’s armor is gonna reject his soul (again, solely based on something Barry said), Al’s patched up. Winry is of course worried and asks if Al can get his old body back, Ed insists he can. Now, Ed’s turn to tell a story. Al is of course shocked at Ed saying he dug up the Resembool body, and more so at the claim that it wasn’t their mother. But this convinces Ed that they can return Al to normal? Explanation, please! But Ed insists before that he needs to know… if Winry remembers them fighting as kids about who’d marry her. Pfft! Winry confirms that she turned them both down ([Ed]: “W-whatever.”), so Ed asks for the reasoning. [Al/Winry]: “I just don’t like men who are shorter than me.” Aw, chin up Ed! It’s the only way you can try to be taller than her! Oh! OH! Confirmation that it really is Al, not just a copy from Ed’s memories! Al remembered something that Ed didn’t know! Thank Leto, this show may be playing fast and loose with dental records and hair remains, but this is sound reasoning! And if we have proof positive that Ed could pull Al’s soul out, then Ed believes that Al’s body is still in the Gate and he can pull it out. Like Barry’s body, separate from… ok, now you’re losing me again. As I understand Armor!Barry was made when his body was killed for murder, not lost in the Gate of Truth. That body did exist separate from the soul, but it wasn’t lost in another dimension or whatever, just stuck in the ground here. Ed asks Al to think back to the Gate, what he saw, and Al says that he grabbed his own hand (that creepy grinning version of Al from the flashback). So Ed’s determined to confront Truth again, and pull Ed’s body out!... but then there’s that last part of the memory. Al looking at Ed from inside the Thing. But while that Thing was Al, his soul didn’t bind. Huh. So good news is that they didn’t harm anyone else’s soul that time. Bad news is that this supports the “foreign body rejects soul” idea. Ergh. Oh, Teacher’s calling back. She and Sig did some research, and confirmed that the Thing that they summoned didn’t share any traits with them. So that’s it, then. Death is permanent. But at least they have closure. And the Elric Brothers have closure too, knowing that their attempt wasn’t a second death for Mama Elric, both of them blaming themselves. But with that closure behind them, they still have their mission: Get Al his body back. We get Al demanding that he share the burden with Ed, saying that he’s gotten by through being treated like a normal person from his friends… and crying that he can’t take the lonely nights anymore. But that’s going to change. The Elric Brothers have a target, and they’re gonna tear right through the Gate and punch Truth until they get that body back! And the Brothers are back at it, that eagerness that they had when first searching for the Philosopher’s Stone. Even Winry is taken back at how broad Ed’s shoulders are in his confidence. Brace yourself, Truth. The Elric Brothers are gunning for you.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine after being freed from Michael, Dean finding out that you and Sam are got in a relationship. Just as he was ready to confess to you that he’s been in love with you for years.

“Took your sweet time with that shower, am guessing you really needed it huh?” you asked with a barely visible smile, closing the door of his bedroom softly once you entered. You had all been very tired lately but you couldn't help the relief flowing through you when you finally got Dean back.

“More like missed the heck out of it.” he shrugged, turning to face you “And I don't mean just the feeling of the water.” a smirk formed on his lips as he searched for a flannel to wear.

“What? Is Dean Winchester really implying that he missed the candles and decorations I've put in the bathroom even though it makes it look girly?” you raised an eyebrow, biting on your lower lip as “Which, by the way, is totally not the case because everything has been chosen to create a soothing environment for you guys more than me.”

“And it really seemed to do the trick this time, I can't complain... even though it still looks girly as heck.” he added the last part while looking at you and you took a few steps closer to him.

“Really? So that's why you used the shampoo I got you all that time ago huh?” you crossed your arms over your chest, smirking at him and he felt the corners of his lips tug in a smile. With a low chuckle he just gave up.

“I thought I'd give it a go.” he shrugged “Turns out it isn't as girly as I thought it would be and that you were right after all.” he added, giving you a small smile that barely reached his eyes but it was as true as it could get at the moment. His muscles were so relaxed and he felt so exhausted he just wanted to pass out but as much as his body craved sleep, then his heart craved even worse for this moment. He felt that familiar tug at his heartstrings when a beautiful smile graced your lips, gosh had he missed that.

“When am I not? It just took you long enough to recognize it. But then again-” you shrugged with an almost bitter smile this time “You're too oblivious to some things, Winchester.”

“Maybe not to everything, though.” he pointed out in a lower voice but certainly audible. He noticed the perplexed look that formed on your face but tried not to get distracted by how adorable you actually looked,or how he held his breath to keep himself from kissing those soft pouty lips at the moment. It was something you didn't even realize you were doing while looking confused, so he shook his head, clearing his throat “How have you been?” he asked instead.

“Me?” your eyebrows raised, voice soft and delicate just like he loved it and calmed him down “You're asking me how I am?”

“Well-” he licked his lips, shrugging a flannel on, a small half smile on his lips “I just did, didn't I?”

“D” dear, the way that nickname made his heart beat “I- I wasn't the one possessed by an archangel, I wasn't the one who had to give up their body and control over it to become vessel for a bastard like Michael.I wasn't the one having to see every terrible thing he had to do and be unable to help. I wasn't the one I wasn't in co- you were, you were gone for so long, having to be away from your family, having to hurt your friends even though you didn't want to, having to...” you trailed off, shaking your head “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he wanted to smirk but he was too emotionally exhausted as well.

“That. Go through hell, literally sometimes too, and all you care is about others. It's always about how someone else feels or what they went through.”

“But that's the thing... you're not just someone.” he breathed out in a more hoarse voice, pausing for a moment as his eyes roamed your face as he tried to soak everything in – every little detail, every little change he had missed in all the while he was gone – before finally choking out “Gosh, I missed you so bad, (Y/n).”

The smile that spread on your lips showed him that, despite how exhausted you were both mentally and physically, you held such hope and light inside you that nothing could make your smile shine any less brightly. He instantly felt his heart beat faster inside his chest, his stomach tying in knots and his lungs struggle to breathe while a smile formed on his lips,his chest feeling lighter. A breathless “Come here.” only left his lips.

And he didn't need to say it twice before you jumping in his arms, wrapping yours around him. You were both clinging onto each other as if clinging to air for dear life, grasping onto body parts and fisting the fabric of your clothes as if to bring each other closer. You buried your face in his chest and he in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.

“I missed you too, Dean. So so bad.”

And as you breathed out the words with such desperation he knew it and he felt it crystal clear. His entire body could feel it. He had missed you. He needed to feel you close to him. He didn't want to let go of you or the moment. He was desperate to keep you close. He regretted losing all this time without telling you how he felt. He wanted to experience this again and again. This time he wouldn't back away or be a coward, he'd confess what he felt. He loved you.

“Dean? Hello, Earth to Dean?” you waved a hand in front of his face, your soft giggle that made his heart swell was what finally brought him back to reality “D, are you even paying attention?”

“Wha- huh?” he blinked, looking from your smiling face to his the angel of the family looking at him with a tilted head and then to his brother resting his chin on his hand, his face adorned by a dimpled-smile that Dean thought would take long for him to see but it was there and it effectively took some of the weight off his chest besides your laugh.

“I just asked if you wanted some more pie.” another beautiful laugh came from you “But you were obviously too busy daydreaming.”

“No” a chuckle left his own lips “No, I wasn't really.”

“Oh” your smile fell as you glanced at Sam “Is- is it about... him then? Something that happened while Michael was in control or...?”

“No, no certainly none of that either.” he gave you a half smile, mostly because he was sleepy, dragging a hand down his face “Just got carried away, thinking about certain things. Nothing special, only-” his smile turned into a small grin “Just how I can't wait to go to the bar, have a beer or two and then visit that cute strip club that opened at the side of the town.”

“Wow” Sam breathed, a warm laugh leaving his lips “You really are back to your old self huh?”

“Well, he has every reason to. In fact I think we all should.” you spoke in a soft voice, placing another slice of pie on his plate before making your way back to your seat “This was a big win, don't you think?”

“Damn right.” he nodded his head, taking a sip of his beer “Speaking of which. (Y/n) what was the problem with the room this time?”

“I- what?” you blinked, frowning.

“A problem, you know like last time with the heating?” he stuffed some more pie, and it took you a moment to remember how you'd changed a room already once to find one with better heating “I came by your room for those headphones I thought I forgot last time I was there and I uh I didn't find them but I also didn't find, pretty much, anything else. It was empty, save for the bed and some old furniture.”

“Oh oh.” you nodded your head, realization dawning on you “Yeah, uh truth is I did change a room but... it wasn't because of the heating system per say.” you said a little nervously, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Really?” he asked through a mouth full “Then what? And where's the new one?”

“I uhm” you shifted in your seat, your eyes casting down at your own food as you played with a french fry “It's uh an entirely different reason actually. I moved out cause-” but you paused, looking at Sam who gave you a slow and encouraging nod before you took a deep breath and turned to look at Dean.

“It is in the bunker right?” he asked with a funny look and you nodded your head with a small laugh, Sam also smiling slightly.

“Yeah, yeah of course it is. I didn't move out of the bunker, I knew you guys would just crumble down without me in here.” you tried to reassure him with a small smile and he nodded his head before you straightened your back “And it's actually Sam's room.” you almost said in one breath.

A moment of silence followed as you held your breath, fearing to look at Dean. You almost closed your eyes, not knowing what kind of reaction you'd get out of the older Winchester, being almost scared but at the same time very eager to know what he thought. You valued his opinions very much, he was your best friend, and you had been avoiding to tell him the news for a good few hours ever since you got him back; but you couldn't avoid it forever and it was better if you told him yourself. You only glanced at Sam to see he looked just as worried you, holding his own breath.

“Oh. Alright.” you heard the most casual reply.

Your eyebrows shot up and you looked at Dean, blinking “Huh?”

“I said alright. I guess it's a good room, he's got a nice heating system.” was his blank stare and a shrug of his shoulders came, as he kept eating “...And where did Sam move to?”

But his question only made a deep frown set on your face. Your lips parted an a small breath left them. You blinked, looking back at Sam with a perplexed look. His lips parted and closed several times before he looked back at Dean with a frown.

“I- I didn't really.” he breathed out a small laugh, confused by his brother's reaction.

“You didn't... what?” Dean blinked, eyes moving back and forth between the two of you.

“He didn't move out. Of his room, we mean.” you explained in a softer voice, fidgeting with the sleeve of your flannel “Sam didn't move out... I only moved in.” you looked deeply into his green eyes and as realization started to set in, his eyebrows pulled into a deeper frown.

“Then... how did you fit two double beds in it?” he asked, still seemingly not getting what you were trying to say, but you knew from the look on his face that he was indeed starting to get it but... almost didn't want to believe it.

“We-” you laughed slightly, again out of nervousness “We didn't really fit another double bed in there.”

“You got two singles then?” he asked again, his voice more rough though the frown not leaving his face.

“We didn't get two singles either. We- There's only one bed. Sam's bed.” you said reluctantly, shrugging softly. Not knowing if you should smile or not, because this was definitely not going the way you planned. You thought he'd try to pull of the older-brother mode on Sam in case he hurt you, because hey he saw you as a little sister right? But then you knew he'd be happy for you two because it was obvious that you completed each other perfectly, you had found just what you needed in life in each other the most important of which being love and peace.

“So-” his back straightened, a serious yet perplexed look on his face “You moved in Sam's room with all your stuff except for your bed, 'cause it doesn't fit there. You didn't get two singles either, though. You're sharing a room and you're, apparently, sharing a bed too.” he repeated and got small nods from both of you.

“Yes, exactly.” you said with a hopeful smile. Glancing at Sam you began to see some hope in his eyes as well. He reached out for your hand and placed his on top of it, out of instinct you laced your fingers with his and he gave it a squeeze. You looked back at Dean to see his eyes focused on your faces, looking back and forth.

“...Why?” he asked after a small pause, making you in the end sigh heavily.

“Because that's what couples do!” Sam nearly exclaimed in exasperation, but a small laugh left his lips afterwards “And (Y/n) and I are-” he looked at you, bringing your hand to his lips “Together now.”

Dean's eyebrows raised, his eyes widened and his back straightened. His eyes fell on your hands before he looked up to meet your eyes, only they weren't looking at him. And when you did gaze back at him, it wasn't in the way he wished. His heart dropped, painfully so, at the pit of his stomach and a shaky gasp left his lips.

He hoarsely choked out “What?”

[ariannawrightr]

Nowhere to Return (Part 2 of 2)

He succeeds to manage shallow, quick breaths in unsteady intervals; as the pain eventually dwindles into the numb he was quickly becoming accustomed to. He tries to focus on forcing his eyes open, knowing that if he were to pass out, he wouldn't survive through the storm.

 

'Either freeze to death, or bleed out' , He thinks bleakly.

 

When he knows that he has fortunately escaped unconsciousness, he attempts to move his arms. Only managing to briefly lift his right arm before it unceremoniously flops back into the snow. He didn't feel the impact.

 

'Probably not a good sign.'

 

He slightly cocked his head to the right to get a glimpse of his arm. He stares at his sickly pale skin, lacking any blood flow, starting to turn blue on his fingertips. Hand frozen completely stiff.

 

'So much for avoiding hypothermia'

 

He checks his other arm, only to find it in a similar state. Deciding to change tactics, he endeavors to lift his legs instead, trying to bend his knees to find his footing.

 

After a few attempts, he manages to use his legs to curl onto his side, letting out a stuttering breath as the weight on his chest is lifted. Giving his lungs a moment to catch up, he forces his attention towards keeping his vision in focus as the unforgiving wind whips snow harshly onto his face.

 

"Hello Dean."

 

"Sam send you after me?"

 

"He seemed very concerned, last I spoke with him."

 

"Figures--"

 

"--However, he did not ask me to find you. I gather he understands that you will speak with him when you feel comfortable."

 

"Yeah, well, I don't see that happening."

 

"I believe you are misinterpreting his intentions. He does not expect you to overcome the trauma you have been subjected to immediately. He merely wishes to be an outlet for you to talk to, so you may begin healing."

 

"Thanks for the pep talk, Dr. Phil. But I don't think talking about my feelings will change anything. There's too much wrong with me to ever get better--let alone fixed. It's a lost cause, so you and Sam should just leave it alone"

 

"Dean, you know we can't and won't do that."

 

"Yeah and whys that? Why the hell should you care how I'm feeling?"

 

"Because, I'm your friend; and I refuse to watch you destroy yourself because you're too afraid to ask for help."

 

"I am not afraid of him! What he did...it messed me up, sure; but I'm not scared. I've been to hell and back, tortured by demons and angel's alike. What that bastard did to me doesn't even rank in the top ten."

 

"Dean, it's okay to not be alright. No one expects you to be after what Michael--"

 

"Don't! Just don't....don't."

 

"My apologies. What happened to you while possessed is not something you can just, 'walk off', as you say. I understand first hand, that what happened to me when I said yes to Lucifer, was nothing short of a never ending nightmare. One that you are unable to wake from or take back any semblance of control. It was maddening, to see him use my body to hurt so many innocents. To see him try and kill you and Sam--and I was barely able to stop him. Believe me when I say that I understand that the nightmares do not cease; and that you will constantly be questioning the legitimacy of your reality. That took me a lot of time to move on from."

 

"I'm sorry. I--We should have been there for you, shouldn't have let you think you needed to get to that point to be useful. Shouldn't have let him possess you at all. God, Cas, I'm so sorry."

 

"Though I appreciate the concern, I do not need your sorrow. I have had much time to come to terms with the circumstances and had appropriate time to move past it."

 

"How? How do I move on from it, after everything I've seen him do with my own hands?"

 

"I never said it was easy. There were many times when I would wonder why I had lived. After everything I have done, why was I the one who deserved to be saved?"

 

"You didn't do it. Lucifer did."

 

"I know that now. It was you who helped me understand that."

 

"What?"

 

"Oh, Dean. It was you who taught me the importance of family. That in times of uncertainty and doubt, all you can rely on is family. Through the strongest bonds, you may begin to let go of all the burdens that hold you down. I have learned to trust you and Sam. I trust you both with everything; and I know that it is reciprocated. That is what has kept me sane through it all, the one consistently that I can always rely on. Family."

 

"I know that. But--"

 

"You know that there is nothing you can tell us that would make us leave."

 

"I'm not so sure anymore that there's anything left worth staying for."

 

"Dean, you know that's not true."

 

"Look at me! I'm damaged and--"

 

"Dean Winchester, you are so many things, but damaged is not one of them. When I look at your soul, I see nothing but righteousness--

 

"--Ha!--"

 

"--And resilience. You are the strongest person I know."

 

"Well, I always was a perfect little soldier."

 

"You are so much more than a mindless and emotionless killing machine. You are compassionate. Always willing to go out of your way for others, even a complete stranger. You are loyal to your cause, never wavering. Once you are set on something, no one can stop you from achieving the impossible. It is truly a sight that I am always blessed to bare witness to."

 

"Cas. I'm not--"

 

"--Even after all of the many hardships you have been through, your soul still shines so bright. The most beautiful I have ever seen."

 

"Cas..."

 

"I trust you with both my life and my soul. I know, that as long as you have it, I will always be protected. Now, you need to let me do the same for you."

 

"Cas, I can't."

 

"You can. I promise, I have you."

 

"I d-don't know--"

 

"Tell me what you want, what you need; and I promise I will do everything in my power to help."

 

"I w-want it to all st-op. I'm s-so tir-ed of being a-alone."

 

"You are not alone. Hush now, beloved. You are safe."

 

"P-Please don't l-leave m-me. S-Stay."

 

"I'm not going anywhere, dearheart. I will always be by your side. You have all the time you need, I will not leave you."

 

Cold.

 

All he can recognize is the familiar feeling of being completely encompassed in a blanket of ice. The burning of the snow begins to cease as nothing but the sounds of his slowing heartbeat fill his senses. He focuses on it instead of his blurring eyesight, deciding to let his eyes close. Giving in to the sweet sensation of sleep.

 

He has felt this before, the sensations of leaving himself. Drifting away from his own body. The feeling of dying.

 

Except, this time is different. For the first time, he is utterly and completely alone. No one here to witness his shortcomings and failures. No one here to cry for him and reassure his safety. No one to save him. He is--

 

'You're my big brother. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.'

 

'I thought you said that we were like family?'

 

'I believe in us, Dean. Why dont you believe in us too?'

 

'I'm hunted. I've rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you. And you failed.'

 

'You didn't want to be alone. And that's what this all boils down to. You can't stand the thought of being alone.'

 

'If the situation were reversed and I was dying. You would do the same thing.'

 

'No, Dean, I wouldn't.'

 

'Did you look for me?'

 

'Everybody leaves you Dean, you noticed? Ever ask yourself why? Maybe it's not them. Maybe, it's you.'

 

'Castiel, he's dead. All the way dead. Because of you.'

 

Alone.

His eyes snap open as he struggles to catch his breath. In his panic he tries to scream out, for anyone to help him. Although, he can't get the words out through the clatter of his teeth. He focuses completely on the losing battle of keeping his eyelids open

 

In his moment of reprise, he's scared. Scared of the unknown.

"What will happen to Sammy if I'm not there to look after him?'

 

'Who will be there to remind Cas he's so much more than a weapon?'

 

'Am I going back to hell?'

 

'Would anyone care?'

 

Then there's nothing. Only a void of darkness with an absence of light. Empty. The place feels so achingly familiar, yet he cannot place why. The anxiety of the unknown starts to seep in as he starts frantically searching his memory; unable to understand why he is so terrified.

 

His thoughts abruptly stop when he hears an echo, as it reverberates in his ears. The icy tone of his own voice. Although, too devoid of any feeling to ever really be his own. He feels nothing but pure dread and fear as he registers the words.

"Welcome home, Dean."

[gobbbeecompany]

Blunder please!!

who hogs the duvet: GOB he’s not used to sharing a bed with someone he’s used to getting up in the middle of the night and leaving

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: tony definitely he worries a lot

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: gob because he’s a cheap bastard so he gets something really odd and cheap and then fabricates his own meaning behind it

who gets up first in the morning: tony has a good internal clock so he gets up first. gob’s sleeping schedule is so fucking unpredictable.

who suggests new things in bed: tony suggests things that HE wants to try, gob suggests things that he read online.

who cries at movies: gob 100% of the time. he’s like in b99 when marcus cried over that commercial.

who gives unprompted massages: tony because he knows from experience that it’s a really good stress reliever and gob seems to be under constant stress even if he doesn’t realize it

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: tony -- gob could not give a single fuck

who gets jealous easiest: TONY definitely tony

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: gob has terrible music taste you can’t change my mind

who collects something unusual: honestly who knows i mean gob has his bees does that count

who takes the longest to get ready: tony. i mean, just look at him

who is the most tidy and organised: also tony because gob is a human disaster

who gets most excited about the holidays: GOB he’s excited to actually celebrate with someone because his family never invites him to their holiday parties

who is the big spoon/little spoon: gob’s the little spoon and tony is so much shorter than him so it’s inconvenient but that’s fine

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: you’d think it was gob but i think tony would get way more competitive.

who starts the most arguments: tony bc he has the underlying streak of “about to lose my shit”

who suggests that they buy a pet: tony, i want to say gob always wanted a pet as a kid but nobody would get him one so tony surprised him with a cat or something

what couple traditions they have: they do that thing like peter and zooey in i love you, man where every sunday they watch hbo lmao

what tv shows they watch together: um..... hm. the bachelor. i am so mad.

what other couple they hang out with: hm........ this is just me being The Way I Am but i want to say that they make amends with ann and hang out w her and whoever she’s dating (id be happy with it being either maeby or steve holt lmao)

how they spend time together as a couple: they don’t seem like lazy people but i feel like they take a lot of naps together. gob always tries to cook tony meals but fails epically so they order takeout and watch tv and fall asleep together

who made the first move: tony we all know this

who brings flowers home: gob bbecause his thought process is usually “look! i’m doing this thing! this is a thing i see people do in movies or sometimes michael does this thing for people or whatever so it must be what i’m supposed to do so i’m gonna do it!”

who is the best cook: tony, gob can’t cook for shit

which one sexts like a straight white boy: definitely gob

who put a goddamned fork in the microwave: gob, he’s stupid

who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “guess who” thing: tony, he’s cheesy

who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner: i want to say tony because he likes watching people suffer

who had that embarrassing reality tv marathon: both of them

who laughs more during sex: tony because gob says so much stupid shit

who said i love you first: gob!!!

who laughs when the other trips: gob he’s bad at being empathetic

who pays the bills: tony because gob doesn’t know how

who’s more clumsy: gob he’s so tall so he trips a lot

who checks their daily horoscope: tony, gob thinks its a waste of time

who sings louder in the car: definitely gob

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste: gob also

who is more up to date in pop culture: gob says he is but tony actually is

who insists on going to see the newest movies: neither of them they both prefer older movies

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on: GOB

who’s the lighter sleeper: tony definitely

who believes in ghosts: both of them kinda but mostly gob

who does the grocery shopping: tony, if he were to send gob it would be “there’s a 50% chance he will die”

who updates their facebook status more often: gob bc he wants his family to pay attention to him