Roy Mustang & Riza Hawkeye – If I Had My Time (Tide Lines)
Tell me whatever you do You'll keep holding on to every friend You never want to lose Promise me right to the end You'll keep holding on to every chance Our time will come again
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Roy Mustang & Riza Hawkeye – If I Had My Time (Tide Lines)
Tell me whatever you do You'll keep holding on to every friend You never want to lose Promise me right to the end You'll keep holding on to every chance Our time will come again
would you still be alive without modern medicine? looking back at your life, would you survive without any to the moment where you are now?
yes
no
barely
yes but it would affect me for the rest of my life
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I'd have my knee fucked up forever alive but yeahhhhh
Going mad over Silver being told “The crew will look after you” in the final episode of season two as the crew’s surgeon is about to cut off his leg despite Silver’s repeated pleas that he doesn’t want him to, and part of it may be due to the unbearable pain he’s in, but I don’t think that’s all of it.
Randall died one episode ago. When Billy introduced Silver to him at the beginning of season one, he said that Randall had been injured while in service of this crew and that the crew owed it to him to take care of him despite his infirmity — because of his infirmity. As a disabled man, Randall has no future outside Flint’s crew in the harsh world they live in.
Silver knows this. As we approach the end of season two, he’s slowly becoming a true member of the crew, “I” becomes “we” and “the men” becomes “my men” or “my brothers,” but he can still walk away from them if he chooses to do so. By cutting off his leg, even with the best intentions in the world, the crew is tying him to them more securely than any contract or blood pact to these men and — for the time being — to Flint’s captaincy. His very ability to walk away from them is literally being limited, which we see in the beginning of season three as he struggles with his new wooden leg.
Silver has gained the infinite loyalty of these men at the price of his leg and maybe even of his independence — he can still leave them and try his luck elsewhere, he knows how to make himself useful, but no matter how charismatic he is, the first thing people will probably always see is his wooden leg. He has become Randall. Despite being in the throes of immense pain, I think Silver realized what he was about to lose. Even if a part of him had still been entertaining the possibility that this was just a temporary situation, from this point on, he has no choice but to serve these men to the best of his ability because now they’re in a symbiotic relationship.
It’s a very grim answer to the question his entire season two arc is asking: where does he belong? What is his place in the world? In the end, he who held most of the cards in his hands at one point is not being given a choice: he’s staying here, with this crew, echoing the question Flint asked him earlier in the season — where else in the world would you wake up and matter like this? It’s the only place left in the world where he can matter now. The infinite possibilities have collapsed down to one. The man who wanted everything, who could be anyone, is now forced into a single role and can only play it genuinely.
i see your tags asking for disabled fans' thoughts on this scene and thought i'd give my two cents.
i havent lost a limb like silver, but i do use a mobility aid and have chronic pain and joint problems that make working even part-time in a typical entry-level job difficult and unbearably painful at best, impossible at worst.
you are absolutely right that his disability cuts him off from other paths. even though he becomes very nimble on his crutch later on, and owns multiple mobility aids, disabled people are just not very desirable employees. we have Needs, you see. and no boss wants to invest in a stranger who needs something from them. silver still needs access to mobility aids, treatment for his still-healing leg, and accommodations like the ropes he holds onto on the ship.
the crew of the Walrus are willing to give him these things because he has their trust and loyalty. but he earned that when he was abled. he cant just walk out of there and start over with others; they won't see a clever young man with valuable skills. they will see a cr*pple, and they wont give him that chance.
silver is a character who is terrified of losing his apparent 'value'. flint kept him alive because he had value, multiple times over. having apparent value was what allowed him to survive his ship being taken by flint's crew. and when he feared flint would kill him, he secured his safety by making himself valuable. and when he felt unsafe, he made sure the men saw him as valuable.
to silver, being deemed 'too much work' or 'not worth what you put in' is death.
and honestly? silver's situation is a bit more extreme, but i think it reflects the fears that a lot of disabled people have--especially those of us unable to work. we know that our disability means we've lost part of our 'value'--to the workforce, to society, to the world. we often rely on aid--whether that's accommodations, aid from the government, hired help, or help from friends--and we're all waiting for the day someone will decide that we're not worth it.
currently, im living comfortably because my grandparents think it worthwhile to feed and house me. but they have been clear that they want me to work. i worry that there will come a day when they decide i am not trying hard enough, or i am too much work, and i wont have that security anymore. i worry that my SSI application will be denied because keeping me alive is too costly for my government. i worry that my options in life are limited by my disability.
so i understand silver's fears. its a quintessential disabled fear--i cant make it on my own. will the people taking care of me today do the same tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, on and on until we both end?
dependence is terrifying when independence is not an option.
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This is why no other show will EVER be Supernatural! Where else would you find a real-life Shakespearean public betrayal and fallout on Twitter where one co-star LITERALLY says "Et tu brute" ?????
doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.
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the “sexy lamp test” but for disabled folks: if you can replace your disabled character with a beloved pet dog that needs an expensive surgery to survive then you have to throw out your manuscript
reblogging one of my most underrated posts: the dying dog test
I’m gonna make my medical school advisees do this on their application essays too I think.
Late afternoon procrastination in the office
Riza is about to shout at him to get back to work but right now she's just enjoying watching him.
like to charge, reblog to cast.
Let's be happy while we can.
I painted this a long time ago for my dear @qs63 🥰❤️ so many drawings and fics that wouldn't exist without you !
SFW but still illegal Roy sandwich 🥪
Late afternoon procrastination in the office
Riza is about to shout at him to get back to work but right now she's just enjoying watching him.
She got the idea for the study while walking with her advisor at Stanford to discuss her thesis topic, and the paper she eventually published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology in 2014 is sharp enough that it should have ended the seated meeting on the day it came out.
She ran 4 experiments on 176 people. Same person tested twice. Once sitting, once walking. The creativity tasks were the standard ones psychologists have used for decades to measure how good a brain is at generating novel useful ideas.
81% of participants in the first experiment produced more creative ideas while walking than while sitting. In the second experiment, 88%. In the third, 100%. Every single person walked into a more creative version of themselves. On average, people generated 60% more novel useful ideas the moment their legs started moving.
The skeptical question is the obvious one. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe it was the scenery passing by. Maybe it was the change of environment doing the work, not the walking itself.
Oppezzo killed every one of those explanations with one experimental decision. She put people on a treadmill facing a blank wall. No scenery. No fresh air. No environmental change. Just legs moving in place while staring at white drywall. The 60% boost held.
Then she ran the experiment that closed the case completely. She took participants outside in two conditions. Half of them walked through a Stanford courtyard. The other half were pushed through the exact same courtyard in a wheelchair. Same outdoor stimulation. Same scenery passing at the same speed. The only difference was whether the legs were moving.
The walkers produced dramatically more novel high-quality ideas than the wheelchair group. The outdoors did almost nothing on its own. The walking did everything.
She also tested the opposite kind of thinking. Convergent thinking. The kind where there is one right answer and you have to narrow down to it. Word puzzles where 3 words share a hidden fourth word that connects them. The seated participants did slightly better on these. Walkers got slightly worse.
Walking is not a general intelligence enhancer. It does one specific thing. It opens up the divergent search inside your brain. The part that generates options. The part that produces unexpected connections. The part that takes a problem and finds five ways into it instead of one.
When you need to converge on the single right answer, sit down. When you need to find the answer in the first place, get up.
The mechanism is now well understood. Walking selectively activates what neuroscientists call the default mode network, the system inside your brain that runs when you are not consciously focused on anything. The DMN is where mind-wandering happens. Where memories cross-reference each other. Where ideas that have been sitting in separate folders inside your head finally bump into each other.
When you sit at a desk and force yourself to concentrate, you suppress the DMN. When you walk at a natural pace, the executive part of your brain gets just busy enough handling the walking that the DMN comes online and starts doing the work that focus was blocking.
The most useful finding in the entire paper is the one almost nobody quotes. The boost did not turn off the moment people stopped walking. Participants who walked first and then sat back down stayed elevated. Their next round of seated creativity work was still significantly better than people who had been sitting the whole time. The rest lingered for at least several minutes after the legs stopped moving.
You do not need to do creative work while walking. You need to walk before the creative work. The brain holds the state.
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"Everyone's chronically ill nowadays.. surely this means everyone is faking"
Are you forgetting that COVID was a mass disabling event? That COVID never "ended"? That COVID severely impacted millions?
It's like.. you're so close. You're so close to the point. Please just think a little bit more instead of throwing logic out of the closest window and making ableist assumptions