After years and years of me asking, I've finally convinced my husband to watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. He's always had that "not gonna watch it bc it's so hyped up" thing with FMA (both 03 and Brotherhood). But I'm annoying, persistent, he has to spend the rest of his life with me, so he finally agreed!
The only things he knew about FMA were:
Ed doesn't have an arm and a leg;
the 7 deadly sins are villains;
Nina and Alexander;
Roy, Winry and Envy are popular in the fandom because he's seen tons of cosplays at cons throughout the years.
We're on ep.7 so far, and here are a few of his comments:
"There's nothing inside the armor??? THAT I didn't know."
"Wait, that little girl... The dog! NO, GET THEM OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"
Every time Shou Tucker was on screen: "Son of a bitch" :through gritted teeth:
"I like that the Nina incident happens so early on in Ed and Al's journey. It grounds them, gives them a new perspective."
On Scar: "I can't believe I've never seen cosplays of him. This is one badass dude who's not difficult to cosplay! Where are his fans?!"
On Riza: "She's the only sensible one in the whole bunch, isn't she?"
On Armstrong: "HE SPARKLES."
Him: makes a comment about the guy who wrote FMA. Me: "It's a woman". Him: "Ohh, that's why it's good."
He loves Pinako.
"I'll bet this isn't the last time Ed will go back home to fix his automail."
"I like seeing Al interact with small animals, bc he's like... 'They can feel things, and I can't.'" 😭😭😭
"Please tell me we're gonna see their father at some point. I feel like this is important."
Him, about Lust: "Which sin is she?" Me: "Which sin do you think the sexy lady in the tight dress with the big cleavage is?" Him: "You're right, I'm dumb."
"Is Al aging? Can a soul get old if it doesn't have its human body?"
I think he's off to a good start XD.
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Yeehaw!
I’m not sorry in any way for today’s take on the theme. I don’t know anything about Barbie Horse Adventures. But I know about Barbie and family. My kid watches enough of it lately. (Seriously, ‘Life in the Dreamhouse’ is a damn delight.)
Anyway, onward to today’s entry:
When the Cactus Blooms
19. Barbie Horse Adventures
Scotty was exhausted when they finally returned to the ranch. His hat had a new hole, which had been a terrifying moment, but for the most part the injuries their party had taken were minor.
The leader of the gang, Krall they found out, had been one of the first to try to escape, but had been caught and unfortunately shot by Jim. The rest of the gang had scattered or been injured and finally caught. The ride back had been slow as they had to pace themselves with the gang members on foot.
Pike and his men continued on for town with the prisoners in tow. The men from the ranch turned into the yard and made for the stables. All Scotty wanted was a bite to eat and to collapse into his bed. He glanced at McCoy riding in front of him. Well, into a bed at least, maybe not his own.
“James T!”
Jaylah was running to the stable behind them. Jim moved his horse out of the way then jumped down. He pulled his hat off, but couldn’t hide the sorrow in his face.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
A loud cry sounded and Scotty’s own heart ached in his chest for the girl. They had had it from Krall’s second in command. Jaylah was alone.
“I can give her something to help her sleep tonight,” McCoy said quietly as he slipped from his horse and began taking off the saddle.
“The poor lass,” Scotty murmured back.
A week passed. Krall’s men had been sent to the city to be locked up safely. Jaylah sat miserably in her thoughts. They all took it in turns to sit with her; they all knew pain in one way or another, but Chekov and Keenser seemed to be at her side the most.
“You’ve got a letter,” McCoy called to him. The doctor and Christine had gone to town for the mail that morning.
Scotty was sitting on the porch with Jaylah and looked up to take the envelope. He looked it over and gave a laugh. McCoy sat down by Jaylah.
“It’s from a mate of mine back east, from before I came out here,” Scotty said.
“What’s he say?” Christine asked, following McCoy.
Scotty quickly opened it and read the contents.
“Well!” he exclaimed. “He’s escorting his fiancée and her sisters to their parent’s new home out west. They’ll be passing through and thought to stop by.”
“When will they be here?” Christine asked. “We’ll get some rooms made up.”
“End of the week,” Scotty replied, scanning the letter again. “Well. Ken Carson. That’ll be a delight to see him.”
“How many sisters?” Jaylah asked.
“If it’s still the same lass he was seeing…,” Scotty stopped and thought for a moment. “Three I think. And the fiancée herself of course. Four girls total I believe.”
“Won’t that be nice!” Christine exclaimed with a mischievous smile. “Finally a few more women around here!”
McCoy laughed loudly. “You love us all Chris no matter what.”
“Shut up,” Christine laughed as she bent to place a kiss on McCoy’s cheek.
“Monty,” McCoy began slowly that evening. “Your friend… is- will- do we need to be more private?”
Scotty saw the doctor beginning to blush. He moved and brushed a light kiss across his cheek.
“He’ll have no problem,” Scotty said reassuringly. “So don’t worry.”
A few days later the sound of a coach and hooves could be heard coming up the drive to the house in the mid morning. Scotty was working near the house with Keenser and looked up at the noise. He stood up.
“They’re here,” he said to Keenser. Setting down their work, both men moved towards the front of the house.
“Hey Scotty!” a voice called as they came into view.
“Oi! Ken!” Scotty waved back.
A coach that once must have been red, but had faded to a worn pink stopped in the middle of the yard.
Scotty grinned as the fair haired young man driving the coach jumped down. He moved closer and embraced the younger man in welcome.
“Ye look good,” Scotty said when he stepped back.
“You too!” Ken moved back to the coach and offered his hand to the woman who had been sitting beside him. “Scotty, you remember Barbie.”
“Aye, of course. Ye’ve only grown more lovely Miss Roberts.”
The woman gave a small happy laugh. “Thank you Scotty.”
“This is Keenser,” Scotty said, turning to introduce him. “Mr. Ken Carson and Miss Barbara Roberts.”
“Hello,” Keenser nodded.
Ken opened the door on the side of the coach and two more fair haired younger girls got out.
“Stacie and Chelsea; Mr. Scott and Mr. Keenser,” Barbie said.
“Miss Stacie, Miss Chelsea,” Scotty greeted them with a nod to each. “Didn’t ye have another sister?” he asked.
“She went on ahead with our parents,” Barbie said.
“Ahh. Well let’s get ye out of the heat. I’m sure the gals have something cool to drink and then we can come take care of the horses,” Scotty said.
“Sure,” Ken agreed.
Scotty led the way into the house.
Dinner was a boisterous affair with extra chairs squeezed around the table. Keenser had tried to escape and eat in the kitchen but the youngest sister, Chelsea, had clung to his arm and insisted he sit by her. Keenser had looked to Scotty for help, but Scotty had just smiled and shrugged.
Scotty looked around, content. His old friends and new friends had gotten along easily. Jim and Ken were engaged in talk about horses and their care and importance to the ranch. Scotty had laughed when Ken had declared his main job to be horse. Ken himself had laughed and corrected his words before continuing.
Barbie was chatting with Sulu about the last of the fading roses on the sideboard. Miss Stacie had found common ground with Chekov and Jaylah. And Miss Chelsea was talking a mile a minute at Keenser.
Scotty sipped his drink and looked down the table at McCoy. Even the normally reserved doctor was wearing a pleased smile. Scotty gave him a wink and grinned to himself when McCoy colored.
Morning came and Scotty woke to the movements of McCoy sitting up.
“Ye always get up too early love,” Scotty mumbled into the pillow.
“There’s work,” McCoy said, sounding much too awake. He clapped a hand on Scotty’s shoulder. “Come on.”
Scotty followed slowly after, trying to keep his grumbling to himself.
“Good morning!” a cheery voice greeted them at the stables.
“Hello Ken,” Scotty said.
“Are you sure it’s not a problem taking your cabin?” Ken asked with some concern as he looked at Scotty. The Roberts girls had a pair of rooms in the house and Scotty had offered his cabin to Ken knowing he could stay with McCoy.
“Not a problem at all lad,” Scotty said, trying to sound more awake.
“You don’t have to help in here,” McCoy said to their guest. “We can take care of it.”
“I like to,” Ken replied. “Tawny and Schlond expect me. I bet the girls are helping out in the kitchen already too.”
“Does Barbie still make that wonderful apple tart?” Scotty asked, feeling his mouth water at the thought.
“I’m sure she would for you,” Ken smiled. “Tell me how I can help.”
A young voice could be heard when they finally made their way to the house for breakfast. Miss Chelsea was standing with Keenser by the back door, gently stroking a wee bird in Keenser’s hand.
“He’s so soft!” the girl exclaimed. “What’s his name?”
Keenser shrugged.
“Ooo!” she squealed. “Can I name him?”
“Sure.”
Scotty glanced over at McCoy and saw a strange smile on his face. The doctor was watching the interaction intently.
“George,” Miss Chelsea finally proclaimed. “His feathers here—” she pointed— “remind me of Dad’s hair.”
“Good name Chels,” Ken said. “Let’s go eat.” He scooped her up and went to the door.
“Ye alright Len?” Scotty asked quietly when Keenser had moved on with the newly named George.
“I- I just forget— kids…” The doctor’s face was coloring.
Scotty slipped an arm around his waist, pulled him close and kissed him.
“Ye’d have been a good one,” he whispered and McCoy reddened quicker.
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