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I have purchased more cookies than I, a single person, can reasonably eat on my own. However, I also do not want to share them if I like them because they're all limited edition and I may never get to eat them again 🙃

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ch17 sneak peek…

mikasa getting jealous of Eren’s housekeeper is so very mikasa 😭

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I remember last year you were so eager together rid of him because you kept post poning it die to him being sick and you ended it with "now he's his father's problem" but then you did nothing the entire time and even tried to drop hints that you were working from home in hopes he would give him back earlier lol

😭 that's exactly right 😭 and everything I do end up doing while he's away, I'm like, "Aw, my kid would love this! Wish he was here!" What am I going to do when he grows up and moves out??

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Every time my kid is away at his dad's over a break, I'm like, "I'm going to get so much done! I'm going to have so much free time!" And then I spend the whole time depressed and not wanting to do anything because I miss my kid. Why can't I enjoy having the time to myself that I crave the rest of the time? Fuck!

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It was during the covid lockdown so he was supposed to stay indoors, I think that may have been what did the trick.

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well i ended up finishing it

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I have an idea for a modern AU Eren who is an overworked office drone/salaryman, works for a company that fucks clients over on a regular basis, and makes him feel like a cog in an evil machine. Constantly fantasizes about giant monsters trampling everything. He is written in a manner that makes that childish disappointment canon Eren had actually a relatable feeling. The only thing keeping him alive is talking to his friends.

That makes a lot of sense for his character to me! And it fits with attack on school castes Eren. And he would probably love zombies (which also fits attack on school castes)

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"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

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I personally wanna see less 'you are not a burden/it's not work to love you' and more 'you are worth the work it takes to love you.' I KNOW I'm a burden sometimes. that isn't such a terrible thing! humans are strong. we can carry burdens. and it is work for me to be there for my friends, but it's work I'm willing to do.

we need to acknowledge this because pretending love isn't work will never make people like me feel less guilty for accepting love. we need to talk about it so people don't feel bad for having boundaries and not always being up to do the work. we need to accept it so we can properly appreciate what others do for us and what we're doing for them.

yes it does take work to love you. but guess what? you still deserve love, and you deserve people who are willing to do the work to love you. it doesn't make you bad. all love take work. and everyone is worth it.

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back at it again with da memes (Big Post #27)

fun fact the first one isn't just some random screenshot I found online, it's a real conversation in my irl friend group discord between my best guy friend & my boyfriend. bf still holds the server record for most reacts to a message bc of this

shout out to @lilcreaturethingfromthewoods for giving me input on the 6th & 7th ones I am literally nothing without you

more big posts

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not home, still home

she presses her red scarf to her face, shielding herself from the clouds of dust rising off the barren ground as the cart bumps along an unfamiliar road.

the scorching sun beats down on the cluster of new faces travelling with her, new recruits from Trost all headed to the Southern Division Barracks. Before nightfall, they’ll arrive.

some boys glance in her direction, cheeks turning red before their eyes dart away behind bashful smiles. They’re still too young and too shy to summon enough courage to speak to her, thankfully. Older men are different: they whistle as she passes and call her little beauty while reaching for her silky black hair.

she feels Eren’s shoulder pressed against her, his brown hair tickling her face each time a stronger gust of late-spring air sweeps across the convoy. Armin is reading to them in a quiet murmur, an old book resting in his lap.

she likes it when Armin tells them tales. In the last two years (first in the refugee camp in Trost, then on the farms) he made up new ones for them, since books were hard to find. In dreamy whispers, he spoke of flaming waters, plains of ice, and fields of golden sand, dreams that live beyond the Walls.

sometimes, she forgets the Walls are even there. Sometimes they vanish in the thick morning mist, or fade into the black night sky.

sometimes, she wishes Eren could forget them too.

Eren points to something, his index finger tapping on the parched paper, and Armin explains the meaning of a quaint word with a little, proud smile. Mikasa leans in to listen; Eren doesn’t protest when she presses against him even more.

before that day, she and Eren used to curl up together in his bed until they both fell asleep, the red scarf draped over them as a blanket.

some nights, nightmares kept her awake, cold sweat ran down her neck, and she saw again her mum and dad gone in a moment, in a splatter of blood on the floor, and two mean strangers trying to drag her away from her little home in the mountains. 

on those nights, all she could feel was the cold grip of loneliness.

but Eren was there. Perhaps he didn’t know the right words to say, so kept silent. He brought Mikasa’s dolls to bed, and they played together until she was smiling again. He never complained, never told her stupid things like “dolls are for girls”.

once, they made flower crowns together, and Eren wore it all day, looking like a prince from the tales Armin read to them.

little by little, the nightmares faded, though the pain remained. It dulled into a hollow, distant ache in her little chest of a little girl who had grown up afraid of losing her family again.

and even though Eren swore he’d protect her, it happened again, on a mundane day spent gathering firewood and dozing off up that hill. When a bloody twilight bathed Shiganshina, later that day, she had lost her new mum, her new home, her new hopes.

she still remembers the long journey on the barge along the riverside road, Eren’s eyes ablaze with rage, or was it just pure despair of a little boy suddenly alone in this little corner of the world. An orphan, just like her.  

Armin’s grandpa wrapped the three of them in a worn-out blanket, three trembling little kittens fleeing from their hometown as the Titans’ footsteps shook the earth, the barge swaying in the rippling water.

then came the infamous refugee camp in Trost. There was hunger, despair, and so much noise, more than she’s ever heard before: cries and pleas and screams, but of all things, what she still remembers is the smell. The thick odor of blood and human misery hanging in the air.

but she still had Eren, Armin, and Armin’s grandpa, a kind man who never failed to find extra loaves of bread for them. An old man, another useless mouth to feed, in the eyes of the military.  And yet those weren’t the words they used when they came for him, along with twenty thousand other lives, to sacrifice for the reconquest of Wall Maria - grandiose promises that only meant death. 

she knew it even before Armin explained it between choked sobs.

shortly afterwards, their turn came too. There weren’t enough resources to provide young orphans with warm beds, three meals a day and an education; they had to roll up their sleeves and contribute to feed their own mouths and many others within the Walls.

before they were relocated to a remote farm in Wall Rose, farther than they had ever been from home, Mikasa stole a fairytale book from the officer’s quarters while Eren acted as lookout. She never had stolen anything, before. 

was it, maybe, a present for the officer's son? An unknown child who perhaps had much more than what the three of them would ever have?

the bright smile that lit up Armin’s face when they gave him the stolen gift made Mikasa never regret her small crime. It saved them in many, many cold and lonely nights. It was home, where home was no more.

the same book lies open between Armin’s hands now, as his voice weaves through the dusky air telling them familiar tales, and the sun is setting behind the bitter orange line of the horizon.

she can see the Southern Division barracks in the distance. She grips the scarf tight at her neck, her fingers trembling over the fabric.

tonight, she won’t be staying with her family. Eren’s warmth and Armin's soft snore won’t lull her to sleep. She will be sent to the female dormitory, surrounded with unknown faces, and she doesn’t want to, she can’t stay so far from her friends, her life, she can’t, she–

“Mikasa,”  Eren whispers. “Why are you crying?”

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I cant believe this tweet is how I find out

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If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

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Letting some 80 year old rapist sell off our cherished PUBLIC LANDS is why you should never vote for Republicans.

During his very active presidency, Theodore Roosevelt established approximately 230 million acres of public lands between 1901 and 1909, including 150 national forests, the first 55 federal bird reservation and game preserves, 5 national parks, and the first 18 national monuments.

I wonder if Trump knows Teddy was a republican.

Leaving the planet/country much, much worse off is MAGA101.

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You can be talking to someone and she'll be like, "Oh I made a silly mistake. Women don't deserve voting rights teehee." And you'll be like, "What." And she'll be like, "Oh I'm sorry! That must sound so bad out of context. No it's this Tiktok meme where, if you're a girl and you do something dumb, you say 'Women don't deserve voting rights teehee.'"

And you'll be like, "That sounds bad." And she'll be like, "No no. It's totally not that bad. It's just a meme. Men say it too. Like if a man does something silly he'll be like, 'I am like those women who do not deserve to vote.'" And you'll be like, "Does that make it better?" And she'll be like, "Well there was one guy who tried to make 'Men shouldn't vote' a popular meme. But it never caught on and also he got yelled at a lot."

And then you drop it there because like, you're harshing the vibe.