Gah, she had the amazing idea of Al braiding Ed’s hair and slowly he starts using more and more obnoxious scrunchies without Ed knowing. We decided a cat elastic would be very fitting ;3 I loved drawing it and got so excited I even put in the surprise cat background hehe.
It’s going to be the 30th anniversary of Matilda in October 2018 and Quentin Blake imagining Matilda today as the Chief Executive of the British Library, an astrophysicist, and (not shown here) a world traveller is ❤
Congratulations, I’m CACKLING at this. Omg, the only way this could be better is if a ghost pops up and Nightingale has to deal with it and tour-guide!Peter is VERY suspicious/intrigued.
I’ll go you one better: it turns out that Nightingale is in fact the embodiment of that post about immortals who weren’t really paying attention to major historical events and the fact he corrected Peter on is the one thing he knows that Peter doesn’t.
Peter spends the next few months trying to interrogate him on various things and being told that Nightingale a) was in Sri Lanka b) remembers things but not the thing Peter wants to know and/or c) just wasn’t paying attention. Peter is only slightly mollified by being introduced to some of the older Rivers, because half of them weren’t paying attention either, especially to things that didn’t affect local hydrology.
(I am 90% sure this is true in actual canon but it’s even funnier if knowing historical facts about London is Peter’s job and not just his hobby)
And, thanks to @silmil-p-ain, so is the Leading the Blind ‘verse! They commissioned a sequel, and my stupid brain decided that that required something longer than the original fic, so… here we are. 😡
Ed fills his canister mug, screws the lid on, and makes a truly valiant attempt at a break for the door.
Despite the fact that Roy is (significantly) blind; and (slightly less significantly, but noteworthy nonetheless) sitting at the kitchen table with his back turned—apparently engrossed in an alchemically-lit newspaper, a mug of the coffee, and a plate of toast—the insuppressible bastard’s hand snaps out and catches Ed’s sleeve. Roy doesn’t even look up, although Ed has to admit that that part would be a little redundant these days.
Roy does clear his throat, however, and then employ Amestris’s all-time-favorite radio voice to speak the words: “Coffee does not count as breakfast, my dearest love.”
“Shows what you know,” Ed says, but he can’t wriggle hard enough to twist free of Roy’s grip without jeopardizing the coffee. “Leggo already. I put sugar in it—it’s got calories and caffeine. Isn’t that the entire point of breakfast?”
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