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Maybe we like fictional men because there aren't any bondages or somebody tying you down. They are just there, always there, a safe space when you need them. They're never not available, never busy, never annoyed or angry or impatient but they are there whenever you need them. Just one book away, or one touch away, they are there.

They don't impose unwanted rules, they don't try to tie you down and cage you. They help you grow by just being a part of your life. They are there as a means of comfort and solace. Of emotional strength and happiness. A way to support you at your lowest and they don't even demand to be a part of your best except if you remember them. They are just there whenever you want them.

Loving a man out of fiction, is also a different kind of love.

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it's not a want, it's a dire need

“bad day?”

“the worst,” you collapsed on the bed in a heap, head against his thighs.

he let out a small huff as he set down the book he was reading, carefully tabbing the page he was on as not to lose his place. then, he lifted your head, gently guiding your head up to his chest and your shoulder just beneath his own. once comfortable, he dropped a quick but caring kiss atop your head.

“bad as in shitty or bad as in long?” he questioned, both curious and genuinely concerned. he knew that long days meant a couple cuddles and a shower together to end the day. shitty days might require extra attention like a cup of tea or some blowing off steam.

“a little bit of both.” you sighed, not going into specifics. it would be a long story, and you weren’t in the mood for words. you’d used all the words you’d had already. “please, just hold me. that’s all i ask.”

levi leaned in, placing a kiss atop the exposed junction of your neck and shoulder since he couldn’t quite reach your lips. “consider it done.” he picked his book back up, this time reading aloud in his soothing and almost honeyed voice that never failed to put you at ease.

he read aloud until he noticed the longer and deeper draws of your breath, feeling the way you had grown limp in his arms, safe and protected from the cruel world beyond these four walls. he set it book down for the night, blew out the candle on the nightstand, snd kissed you right beneath your ear, whispering soft and low, “sweet dreams, sweet starlight.”

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“hey siri, how do i explain that i make ai chat bots for fictional characters as a hobby to my parents at the breakfast table?”

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reblog this post if you wanna fuck levi ackerman.

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Surprised that tumblr isn’t talking about the death of Frank Tyson. A policeman killed him after kneeling on his neck. It happened on april 18th, but the video of his arrest got released today.

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Levi being disabled and using a wheelchair in the AOT finale means so much to me actually. Having a character who's been so defined by his physical ability (humanity's strongest) end up disabled and it not being a bad thing is just so refreshing to see as a disabled person who also uses mobility aids. And the fact that he's still making a positive difference in the world! He isn't defined by being disabled! Love to see it

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We hit 500 followers?! Thank you my lovelies, I couldn’t have had the courage to continue/return to posting without y’alls love and support 🤎🤎🤎

For hitting 500 followers, I had this idea to do a Levi x Painter!Reader drabble and well I just thought it would be humorously wholesome :)

The day started out chaotic enough as it was, with back to back training sessions with his squad and business meetings with Commander Erwin in the Capitol; yet Levi’s partner had taken on a new hobby that set his nerves to an all time high.

Of course, he would never outwardly express his anxiety towards this hobby, as he knew it brought you joy. But all the same…his jaw would involuntarily clench at the sight.

As there you often sat at his own desk, a pad of thick paper laid out before you and a teacup of black tea at your wrist.

Maybe it was the fact he still wasn’t quite used to having the luxuries he suddenly acquired when joining the Survey Corps, as to him that’s what they were. A stable bed to sleep in, three meals a day, access to fitting clothes and a bright sky to look up at. Most importantly, his newly granted access to his favorite brews of black teas from the interior.

Perhaps that’s what made him tense every time he witness his partner dip a fine bristled brush into a cup of perfectly fine black tea, a cup that easily could have been drank to sooth his own nerves from the previous day to day’s work loads, and use the liquid to stain parchment into whatever image they wished to create.

You had started off with regular paints, in the beginning; filling his office with colorful murals of varying forms of expressive thought he often liked to muse over in his spare time. But when one fateful night when you came into his office to share tea, you had spilled his cup over a sheet of paper he had laying out on his desk. Upon drying, you were amused to see a unique pattern stained in shades of beige and brown lining the parchment.

Ever since, you’d picked up your “tea-wasting painting” hobby, as Levi liked to call it.

Levi would never forget the day he mistook his tea cup for yours, and took quite the gulp before finding several broken bristles floating around the dark liquid. Ever since that day, he triple checked a cup was his own to spare his anxious heart and queasy stomach.

Your creativity always captured his attention when he would be brave enough to stand at your shoulder and peer over at the paper, though. And after some time, he took to watching you create your art on a more regular basis. It took a lot of convincing from you, but eventually he tried it himself.

He’d always become flustered and dismissive upon your praise, but began to secretly leave out “forgotten” cups of his precious tea for you to use, should the sudden creative urge take you over.

He’d never admit it aloud, much less even to himself, but he rather enjoyed participating in this hobby with you. He could bitch all he wanted about you wasting his tea, but at the end of the day, he’d be sat across the desk from you with a brush of his own in hand.

And of course, a separate cup of his own safe tea well out of your reach.

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One thing I don't think people really consider when talking about the scene when Levi is transporting Zeke back to the capital is that, Levi was out in the open with Zeke, and he was alone. There were no trees around for him to use his ODM gear on, there were no buildings. He was literally out there with Zeke in an open expanse of field, by himself. If Zeke had managed to transform on him while out there, Levi would have been at a distinct disadvantage. He would have been trapped on the ground. People always talk about Levi giving into his anger and making a stupid mistake with Zeke by binding him with a thunderspear stuck in his stomach, but when you think about it, what else was Levi supposed to do in that situation? All of his men were dead, and he had limited resources, and he had to find a way to safely transport Zeke back to the capital by himself. And the thunderspear really did act as a deterrent for when Levi couldn't keep watch over Zeke himself, for when he had to drive the wagon and navigate their way, and tend to the horses, since it genuinely would have killed Zeke if it went off. The only reason Zeke survived its blast was because Ymir put him back together in the paths. If Levi hadn't taken the safety measures he did, binding Zeke, chopping Zeke's limbs off and using a thunderspear as insurance against him trying to escape, Zeke could have transformed, in the middle of an open field, and Levi would have been fucked. It wasn't just anger that spurred Levi toward making the choices he did here, it was practicality and limited options. Yes, he was pissed, and more than understandably so, considering Zeke had just forced him to kill nearly 30 of his own men, but Levi wasn't acting irrationally. Levi could have easily killed Zeke back in the forest, but he didn't, because he knew they needed his titan to be able to safeguard the island. He was doing all he could to try and ensure the survival of the people of Paradis by transporting Zeke across an open plain, leaving himself deeply vulnerable in the process.

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i hope they bring this back 'cause it was so fun and adorable!

I love seeing everyone with their paw badges this morning :’) It was an honor to boop with y’all yesterday

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this is me with c.ai bots T^T

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

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Pin for survivors

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these tumblr boops are bringing me so much joy like it's so adorable to have kitty paws appear on my screen!

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i have to do the same thing T^T

the tumblr algorithm is so bad i apologise if I never interact with your posts bc they always show the same three posts on my dashboard and I have to individually go into everyone’s blogs to see their stuff😭

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lord, that fictional man you created for the sole purpose of entertainment got me acting mentally ill and like a straight whore.

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TALK ABOUT SUDAN

Sudan-a country located in northeastern Africa at the southern edge of Sahara- has been facing an ongoing civil war since April 15th of 2023. About 13,000 citizens have been killed, including children, elderly, woman, and men. More than 8 million citizens have been displaced. About 70,000+ children are facing life-threatening malnutrition, the numbers are steadily increasing. The war in Sudan is triggering the ‘world’s largest hunger crisis.’

It’s a civil war between two rival factions of the military government of Sudan, the Sudanese armed forces (SAF) and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF). Even before the war started, the Sudanese governed was in complete shambles. In almost daily protests for peace and justice, at least over 50 citizens would be killed ‘accidentally’ (they would have bullet wounds in their heads, chests, and other vital areas), women would be kidnapped and harassed by the ‘RSF’, children and citizens would randomly go missing only to be found in underground freezers meant to be used for fruits and other resources.

Right now, more than 25 million people are facing starvation and dangerous disease. We’re almost 11 months into Sudan war, yet not many people are speaking about this. Please take your time to open the link down below, you don’t even need to donate, just share the link to other people who might be able to.

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thinking of all the beautiful women whose lives were torn away due to femicide this international women’s day 💗 rest easy angels