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I’ve been wanting a fresh start for a while and I kind of jumped the gun with it, sadly, by getting to excited, but I’ll be moving to this blog now! I’m sorry for my recent inactivity and general wonkiness, but I would love to continue roleplaying with you all and hope to do so now in a new and uncluttered environment (it’s so cluttered you guys, you have no idea). If you’d like, follow me here, and if we have an ongoing thread, I’ll probably be contacting you shortly to figure out where it stands. I don’t mind keeping them or starting anew, either way works! I hope to see you guys soon!

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I’ve been wanting a fresh start for a while and I kind of jumped the gun with it, sadly, by getting to excited, but I’ll be moving to this blog now! I’m sorry for my recent inactivity and general wonkiness, but I would love to continue roleplaying with you all and hope to do so now in a new and uncluttered environment (it’s so cluttered you guys, you have no idea). If you’d like, follow me here, and if we have an ongoing thread, I’ll probably be contacting you shortly to figure out where it stands. I don’t mind keeping them or starting anew, either way works! I hope to see you guys soon!

[zoegraphy]

I’ve been wanting a fresh start for a while and I kind of jumped the gun with it, sadly, by getting to excited, but I’ll be moving to this blog now! I’m sorry for my recent inactivity and general wonkiness, but I would love to continue roleplaying with you all and hope to do so now in a new and uncluttered environment (it’s so cluttered you guys, you have no idea). If you’d like, follow me here, and if we have an ongoing thread, I’ll probably be contacting you shortly to figure out where it stands. I don’t mind keeping them or starting anew, either way works! I hope to see you guys soon!

[zoegraphy]

I’ve been wanting a fresh start for a while and I kind of jumped the gun with it, sadly, by getting to excited, but I’ll be moving to this blog now! I’m sorry for my recent inactivity and general wonkiness, but I would love to continue roleplaying with you all and hope to do so now in a new and uncluttered environment (it’s so cluttered you guys, you have no idea). If you’d like, follow me here, and if we have an ongoing thread, I’ll probably be contacting you shortly to figure out where it stands. I don’t mind keeping them or starting anew, either way works! I hope to see you guys soon!

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Repost this! Do not reblog. Tag ten people you want to get to know better.

Tagged By: sagaces

Name: Tabby! I go by Zoe mostly, though.

Nicknames: Tabby, Zo, King, little Dragon.

Birthday: March 22.

Gender: Female.

Sexual Orientation: Biromantic.

Height: 5'0"

Favourite Colour: Red!

Time and Date at the Moment: 1:20 PM.

Average Hours of Sleep: Four or less.

Last Thing I Googled: Lyrics for something, I think?

One Place That Makes Me Happy: Amusement parks!

How Many Blankets I Sleep Under: Three all year round because I'm a baby and I don't like ever being cold.

Tagged to do this: Ahh, I think most people have been tagged... but if you haven't and you'd like to do it, go for it!

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reprehendit:

It’s starting to become a disheartening task, to transform and participate in such experiments, only to uncover no new discoveries regarding the mysteries of titan shifting. It’s not as if he isn’t trying—he tries harder than most, desperate to prove his worth, to push forward in achieving his goal—but it just doesn’t seem to be enough. 

He must have passed out again after being pulled from his titan form, because when his eyes finally flicker open, he’s greeted with the wooden ceiling of their current ‘headquarters’, bed sheets wrapped tightly around his torso, his limbs weak and barely able to lift to wipe at his face. For some moments, Eren lies there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if any progress had been made… Or if it was another failure.

He twists his head at the sound of a door opening, blinking blearily at the figure walking towards him. Hange. The brunet struggles to push himself into a sitting position, eyes never leaving her face. “H-Hange-san…?”

The two of them combined were a force detrimental at best. To themselves, of course, most of all. Eren was determined in all the worst ways, white-knuckled madness made to persevere, and Hange's influence did him no good in that regards. For all her compassion, for all her concern, she fell into her own tunnel vision easy enough, and she had done exactly that. Eren was lucky in every regard; if they'd been alone, he might not have made it out.

And it's only afterwards that regret even surfaced, that guilt even made itself known. It's stitched with sharp edges on every curve of her face. Her lips, her eyes, her brows, every inch of her is pulled tight, an unforgiving expression pulled inwards and saved for her, for all her mistakes and her daunting thirst for knowledge.

"Ah, Eren... you're awake. Are you alright?"

She settles regardless, a soft presence at his side with bad news aplenty just waiting for reveal. There isn't anything about what he does that's easy and she hoped there would be, just a tiny bit. He deserves something simple, he's earned it. 

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Hanji and Mike’s Squad—Hounori

Source

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it’s been a year and i thought maybe, that empty seat wouldn’t hurt like a collapsed lung but it did and it’s hard to breathe when your whole body’s fighting not to; i still hear that choked sob. i still feel your hand unclench. i still see your chest stop heaving. i still taste that bitter goodbye, still smell like tears and that old, shitty tequila i pulled out of my parents cabinet, getting drunk off loss and a pain i couldn’t shake. i thought i could do it. i thought i’d be fine. i thought it couldn’t possibly hurt as much as it did 11 months ago. but i was wrong. i’m always wrong. i’m always fucking wrong.

it’s not a happy thanksgiving without you // mmc (via passivevoices)

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[Erwin!]

He remembers everything in black, glossy flashes (because words have power like a gun has power; because the truth is nuclear at best and it rips through him in gut-wrenching waves.) 

It takes a simple sentence to unhinge his guilt, every regret acknowledged and pushed to the fringes of his heart, lapping waves of remorse spilling drip-drop slow down his spine. He aches, he grieves, he hates but he's right and it feels more like slow death than anything else.

Midday sinks at his back, time collapses, everything slows but the crawl of a realization and he smiles, a burst of something that contours his face all funny. His heart is heavy and his head is foggy and he aches and he shudders but he smiles, still, and it cracks his expression at the edges, it shatters across his features with unused lines both harsh and unseemly. 

The truth makes him and breaks him and he can't help but laugh. 

His eyes are grey and her eyes are gold and he scars them both with his pitch-black silhouette, every edge of him knackered by laughter. The room shadows itself in mourning, in a desperate attempt to bide the truth, in a horrifying realization and while they break brittle beneath the trost honest truth, he rises, relishes, he reforms from the ashes. He destroys their silence with uncharacteristic laughter; he destroys their mourning with pure, unbridled feeling.

He was right, he was right and now everything is wrong. It's funny how things work out like that. Everything truly does come full circle in the end, it seems.

                             "Hey, what're you laughing at?"

"Hah... nothing, really."

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Here you can praise the light, having so little of it: it’s the death you carry in you red and captured, that makes the world shine for you as it never did before. This is how you learn prayer. Love is choosing, the snake said. The kingdom of god is within you because you ate it.

Margaret Atwood, Quattrocento (via masochisticsadist)

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fortitudxinxus:

A soft sound of irritation escaped him, drawing attention to himself as he stood in the doorway with a ( now ) scarlet handkerchief held up to the gush which ran from his nose towards his lips. He had been sent here by Levi to get this ‘disgusting mess sorted out’, though he wasn’t sure how much could be done about it as he’d been getting these recurrent nosebleeds for weeks now, ever since being hit by one of the many titans which Reiner had been throwing around during the mission to retrieve Eren—

His distracted gaze suddenly flickered towards his superior ( after a moment of quietly cursing his ex-comrade for such reckless actions ) and lowered his hand to reveal the extent of the damage for assessment, "Dunno how much y’can help but—d’you by any chance know how t’get rid o’ nosebleeds?"

"Nosebleeds?" Plural, she notes, not one but many, and that's symptematic of a problem far larger than a change in scenery or skittish weather. "You've had them frequently? That's kinda odd, huh? Any reason, you think? Or have you always had them?"

"'Cause getting them like that, just randomly, that's probably not a good sign. Here, stand up straight and just...' A hand moves to guide him forward, palm against the crest of his skull, a gentle touch to tilt his head. "Keep your head at that angle and pinch it closed. It should stop, for now, but if it's a reoccurring problem, well, we need to figure out what's causing it. Got any ideas?"

A medic she's not, far too removed from the art of building but she knows, at least, a few pieces here and there of ways to help. It comes with the territory, it runs hand in hand alongside her intimacy with anatomy. 

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reissed:

` i used to like to read books.

            —-but i suppose i can assume that you already know that. `

                historia had already spoke of her past, had uttered each fragment that struck out to her —- of what she could recall, & there were no more disguises to hide behind, to no longer pretend. all her secrets were stripped & bared, her past an archive for everyone to know.

"I didn't. I don't believe you told me that. What kind of books did you like to read?"

She swells with interest, wide-eyed and curious, a black-hole of empathy usually denied by her hand. She knows of her family, her title, her childhood stained with bruises. She knows of her heartache, her bitterness, the hollow pang of worth. 

But this is personal and precious and something new, something that makes Historia (the queen, the visionary, the goddess fallen) into something more human, realistic and fleshed out and flush with red blood.

"Do you still enjoy it? I have some you could borrow, if you want. I know this...' her hands move outward, one grand sweep of hell, each of their lives their own personal penance,  'isn't what you want, really. I can't give you a real escape, but I can give you a partial one."

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He leans as she is sat, reading, catching a glimpse of the pages below. It isn't work, so he decides to interrupt for a moment, his voice sudden but spoken calmly and using wording bound to catch her full attention. "Some snails make their leisurely way along a fence post. There are two snails in front of a snail, two snails behind a snail and a snail in the middle. How many snails are there in total?"

"Have you ran out of riddles?" The look she spares is cut with curiosity, shaped by concern. "This is more of a mathematical problem than anything else. It's pretty clever though! So maybe it does count. Hm... Ah, well. There are three snails, right? One in front, one in the middle, and one in the back."

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Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via bookofendings)

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Raise your expectations. Elongate your process. Lay on your death bed with a to-do list a mile long and smile at the infinite opportunity granted to you. Create ridiculous standards for yourself and then savor the inevitable failure. Learn from it. Live it. Let the ground crack and rocks crumble around you because that’s how something amazing grows, through the cracks.

Mark Manson - ‘Stop Trying to be Happy.’    (via kezznia)