starridge:

uuuuuuh inktober day 1

halloweenmuffuckas:

theautumndarling:

Sometimes my soul physically aches for autumn. The feeling of comfort and happiness it brings, long drives to the farm for apple cider donuts, picking pumpkins, rainy nights spent reading, crisp early mornings … autumn is like this old friend I’ve known all my life that comes and goes every year.

hall–o–ween:

ghosturie:

patrick-stumps:

ottermatopoeia:

mattniskanenseyebrows:

OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK

OCTOBER IS THIS WEEK

OCTOBER IS TOMORROW

I͔̟̠̻̽̋̌͋͌́̆T̶̠̖̙͙͈̐͂S̽ͥͣ̄̄̚͝ ͖̞̈́͗̄̿͐O̠̪̙͊ͯ͒͐͐̐̐Cͭ̃͛́T̍ͣ́ͮͩŎ̈́҉Ḅ̞ͦ̾̄͗̓͛͘E̸̥̩̦̝̲̊̉͋̅̋̒̿R̲̝͔̪̬͎̯̎̋

atomicpowered:

orange-icebreaker:

Hohenheim: How do you tell the Homunculus apart from its host?

Ed: Hang on

Ed, turning to yell at Greeling: YO CAN YOU DO THE FERGALICIOUS RAP

Greed: Wait wh

Ling, interrupting him mid-sentence: ALL THE TIME I TURN AROUND BROTHERS GATHER ROUND ALWAYS LOOKING AT ME UP AND DOWN LOOKING AT MY UNH