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Heyy do u think Levi would name his daughter Kuchel and maybe his son Erwin or names of people he cared about? I heard many headcannons on this but what do u think? because you’re my main levi writer!!

Hi!! How are you?

I’m not being biased here, but I personally really dislike the idea of naming kids after other people. I understand it's personal, but it’s just not something I like, and I don’t think Levi would name his kids after anyone either. First of all, I don't think Levi would want that kind of responsibility, haha. He might even say something like, "You know my taste is shitty, choose whatever you want." Anyway, he’d probably argue with his girlfriend over any name she picks, but in the end, she’d be the one naming the kids.

Also, it’s not that I don’t think Levi would honor the people he loved or who were important to him, but Levi is someone who consistently presents himself as his own person. Even after Kenny confirmed that he's an Ackerman, we rarely see him mention or show off that identity. I think Levi values individuality and the ability to choose your own path. I believe he’d want that for his kids too. He fought for freedom, and there’s no one in the world Levi would want freedom for more than his own children. So, I can’t see him naming them after anyone else because he’d want them to be their own person, for better or worse.

I understand that, in other cultures or religions, naming children after people is very important or meaningful, but for me, it’s not something I’d ever want, either for myself or if I ever had kids, haha. That’s why I’m saying I’m not biased in this opinion—it’s just something I personally do not like to do. And I mean this with 100% the best attitude; it’s just something I don’t like for myself. Anyone is free to write their headcanons and fics as they please. Personally, I don’t like to name Levi’s kids after anyone, and that may be why I don’t usually keep reading Dad!Levi fics.

Sorry not sorry, haha. For me, Erwin is Erwin, Kuchel is Kuchel, Isabel is Isabel—they were who they were, and I don’t need another character named the same, lol.

Again, no hard feelings if you like naming people after others—it’s completely valid. It’s just a personal preference, nothing more.

Have a lovely day!

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Woaw un sans faute ce type 😍

If you told me I could only look at one picture of Jon Bernthal for the rest of my life it’d be this one.

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some of you have never seen an Algerian woman before.

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𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. rafe cameron + his middle eastern! gf 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.

— based on this ask right here ✧

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The Many Love Languages of Frank Castle

Word count: 3.2k

A/n: Just some thoughts on how Frank Castle shows his love in all the different ways he can. You can totally tell what my love languages are through this and I am not even sorry for it. hehe. But I hope you all enjoy becuase writing this just made me love him even harder. 

Summary: He’s stoic and dangerous, carefully picking words and actions. To anyone else it would seem he is unable to love, unable to feel anymore, unable to be anything besides a cruel murderer. Yet, every single thing he does shows you the warmth in his heart. 

Warnings: f! reader, language, blood, mentions of gore, guns, nudity, mentions of sexy times

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Words of Affirmation:

He’s a man of few words. But the words that he does say, you know he means completely.

His praise comes randomly throughout the day. When you hand him a cup of coffee he sometimes doesn’t say anything, sometimes he says thank you, but sometimes he says wholeheartedly, “you make the best coffee.”

It causes you to fluster and look away, happy to hear his praise and yet shy from it. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. Then he cheekily adds, “and you’re one cute barista.” His smile wide as you nearly melt from his words.

It’s the little names he calls you, “sweetheart” and “baby” flowing from his lips like they were made to be said from him. Like you were made to be called by him. Each holding their own weight and underlying message of affection.

Once you wiggled your way into his circle of trust, he started to come to you all bloodied and half dead. You nearly have a heart attack each time. But it was worse in the beginning.

Afficher davantage

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Hello, Im Falestine from Gaza🍉🍉. . Im married and have son his name yousef , i born him in war.

Sorry if I am harassing you asking for help, I am extremely embarrassed and embarrassed of trying to ask for help.

I simply don’t want to die, I want to live I want to give Yousef a better life. Help me to escape Gaza

I lost apart of my family😭, my home, and everything I own. We are living in difficult circumstances. I hope you can help me by donating even a simple thing orو publishing 🙏🙏

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of course. i’ll be praying for both you and your son’s health and safety.

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total drama island except it's a hell's kitchen ripoff and chef is the host.

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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Dad!Carmy x Beach Day

Okok guys more Dad!Carmy brainrot! It’s time for a walk *gently grabs your hand* okay okay so your first is away at summer camp for the first time, that was it’s whole ordeal (Carmy cried the whole first week they were gone intermittently bc he missed them esp. after you put your littlest to bed bc ‘the routine just feels odd babe we’re missing one’) so to turn his frown upside down you had been planning little outings so he wouldn’t just sit by the mailbox every day like a sad puppy waiting for the letters your kid sends home. Todays outing: A beach day! 

(More BTC 🫶) 

So as soon as your Toddler got up that morning and told you she wanted to make sand castles that day, the choice was easy. Seeing your sexy man carrying your little girl on his shoulders while you relaxed and enjoyed premium beach snacks that he’d pack for you and get some well needed tanning time? That was always a good day. 

By this time - Carmy has gone full dad mode because having a son old enough for sleep away camp and a daughter out of diapers that’s about 8 years of dad-ing, he has it all. Meaning, the man has yes - he’s gotten a truck. *Keep walking don’t look at me that way* because imagine he’d be like 

‘Babe- think, when we take the kids camping, or when we go on trips- we need something with a lot of space, plus it’s so comfy inside! And seat warmers! So you won’t get cold in the winter. And I can get a snow plow for the front so i don’t have to keep spending hours doing the driveway in the winter, and grocery shopping! Whenever we go to Costco we never have enough space and it’s so much safer you should see the safety ratings on this thing the guy really sold me on it. Unc was for it babe! He told me to go for it’  

Like he would have an endless amount of reasons but let’s be real. Little man, big truck - plus your son would think it’s cool. So you’d be all comfy up front with your cooled seats, your daughter in back in her little princess sunglasses and flip flops chewing on bubble gum to be like dad because after 6 years he’s just replaced cigarettes with nic gum and he hasn’t even considered quitting. Of course she’d have one of those little screen things on the back of the seat and bluey is on deck, or Ms Rachel if he’s feeling particularly educational that day. 

He would of course stop at Starbucks when you and your daughter ask and get her a lemonade and a cake pop, get you your signature drink he’d already have memorized for years and then a black cold brew for himself - I still can’t picture the man having anything in his coffee he still seems like a black coffee dude to me!!! 

When you get to the beach he has the whole set up. I’m talking he has the truck bed loaded, he has a beach cart and everything. You are a beach cabana family you are that family. Because let’s be real if Carmy is anything he’s prepared and every family needs that guy so Nat and Richie and all the nieces and nephews would also come hang!! He’s researched and found you the comfiest beach chairs, he has a timer on his watch and is carrying the baby to the tent and baptizing her ass in sunscreen but it’s funny because you have to force him to let you get his back 

He would totally be the sand art uncle, he would help his daughter make the sickest sand castle ever, he would teach Evie his ways too like he’d have a whole method with adding water to build a base he would be in there. Oh!! And he would loooove taking his daughter hunting for seashells. Like imagine you’re just watching as he walks back and forth with her on the shore, bright blue bucket in one hand and her little hand in another, crouching down whenever he finds a cool one and doing the same when she finds one she wants to show and bring like

“Wow! That’s a pretty one baby, I can’t wait for you to show mama that one!” He would be so supportive omg. Also teaching her how to write her name in the sand 🥹. Don’t even get me started on him bringing her swimming. She would absolutely love the game of holding onto his back while he dives under the water and he’d tell her like “take a deep breath we’re gonna go under ready!” And he would just tire her out within a few hours so that she could take a nap on his chest in the cabana after you have lunch and get a chance to talk. Premier sandwiches of course, Carmy has mastered the beach sandwich. Doritos, the whole lot. 

Oh!! Oh!! And he is a total grill master. He has a little charcoal grill he makes you guys smash burgers on the beach and you get to hang and watch the sunset, around the 4th he would always bring sparklers for the kids they would be heavily supervised of course because Carmy plus fireworks is a nervous wreck but sparklers are ok 

And of course on the way home your daughter would beg to stop for ice cream and he would be suckered in because he is absolutely the pushover parent. 

To end the day if you came home and checked the mailbox and there was a fat letter from your son detailing all of the stuff they’ve been doing that week along with a ton of pictures from the polaroid camera you sent him with it would be a day he gushes about literally forever ingrained in his memory. 

Okay, I hope you enjoyed our walk 🫶

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🎵Nikli hai dil se yeh dua...🎶

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if i were a guest at the bear i’d def be against that kitchen wall like:

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Jon Bernthal:

• One of the biggest zionists in Hollywood and a massive supporter of the IDF

• Supports domestic abuser Shia LaBeouf and had him on his podcast to start his redemption tour

• Friends with sexual abuser Marilyn Manson

• Supports police fascism

• Worked with Roman Polanski post conviction

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Marc Spector (+ some NSFW) headcanons

Marc gives off bodyguard vibes wherever he goes with you, especially with his slicked back hair and sunglasses.

He's the more casual romantic gentleman with you. But still takes you out on fancy Restaurants and makes the night memorable for both of you.

Marc likes cuddling with you too, keeping you trapped in his embrace while running his fingers lovingly through your hair.

Marc is dominant 80% of the time. The other 20% are when he's not in dom mood, if he feels needy or if you ask him and you're lucky because he allowed it.

In bedroom he's top most of the time, he's also into spanking and has a gun and knife kink.

Marc is the horniest of the three. He can be horny 24/7.

His major turn on is simply your existence.

No surprise, he's into marking. His favorite are bite marks and hickeys.

God have mercy if you tease him while he's horny... you'd get dicked down in a heartbeat.

Marc is the most possessive one of the three, he likes having his hands on you, either around your shoulder, waist or simply holding hands, dirty reminders in bed.

He's very experienced(in the bedroom).

His aftercare are giving attention to spots he was particularly rough with and a nice clean up shower.

If you're having a bad day he will be there for you whenever you need him.

Marc also likes fucking you while in the Moon Knight suit...he has increased strength and stamina while having it summoned...uh, yeah feel free to do what you want with that information...

You know Marc is especially horny when he texts you if you could end your shift earlier or he straight away sends dirty messages(or pictures)

If anyone decides to get handsy on you, the person will end up with a broken nose. :)

Marc has his ways on getting the best drinks, so if you feel like you need something exquisite, ask him and he will get it. <3

Marc may look and act like an army of a man, but that's just his exterior. His interior are as soft as silk. <3

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AMAZING !

He's Okay

"My dad never defended me. Not once."

Summary: No one ever defended Marc. He doesn't want the same happen to his only son. Word Count: 1.3k

Content: overprotective!Marc, angst, discussions of Marc's past/abuse, mild violence, Marc trying his best, mention of food, not beta'd

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From the time your son first scooted across the hardwood floor, Marc has existed on high alert during the day and stood constant vigil each night.

Eyes and ears ever aware of the video baby monitor, he would drop anything at a moment's notice if your child uttered so much as a restless sigh or grumpy gurgle.

The first time your baby fussed all night had Marc pacing the floor, one hand tearing through his curls while the other scrolled one baby website after another, attempting to decipher the cause. This came after an hour of holding and rocking the baby himself.

"I think it's just gas - he's okay," you attempted to soothe both your boys, taking your turn walking your little man.

It was. It passed, like every crisis before it.

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When your son began to really crawl, Marc baby-proofed your home three times over. In fact, you had trouble opening the kitchen cabinets now.

The first time your toddler tripped and smacked his chin on the hard floor, Marc was ready to roll up to the emergency room.

"He's okay, just a bump," you tried to convince him.

Marc didn't put his little boy down for the rest of the night, rocking him, icing his chin, giving him snacks, playing "Pat-a-cake" and generally spoiling him rotten. He gave your sweet angel a bath and put him to bed with all his favorite stuffies and his blankie.

"Daddy loves you so much," he soothingly whispered. "I won't let anything hurt you."

Watching discreetly from the doorway, your heart melted.

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When your kiddo started school, you both walked him the few blocks over, each of you holding one hand as his backpack (which practically swallowed his little body whole) flopped rhythmically on the back of his legs.

"Now, remember - you only have to stay until 1:30 - one-three-zero," Marc reminded him, tapping on his digital Spider-Man watch. "Then we'll walk you back home and?"

"Make ice cream sundaes!" Your five-year-old cheered.

Kneeling down, Marc took his son by the shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid. You're gonna be awesome."

"I'm not afraid, Daddy," he proudly beamed, blinking innocently while cocking his head curiously. "Are you afraid?"

Swallowing thickly, Marc locked eyes with you briefly. "I'm proud of you is what I am."

You thought Marc might climb the walls, waiting on your kiddo to get out of that first day of school. Yes, you both took the day off just to be available for this momentous occasion.

"He's okay," you promised, wrapping your arms around him. "He's been waiting for this day to come - you know he has."

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When your son was twelve, he came home with a black eye and a split lip, attempting to duck into his room before his dad could see...

Ever vigilant, Marc's entire body went rigid before a shuddering tremble urged him forward.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his voice stern - eyes flashing with anger.

Seeing his son shrink away stopped him cold.

"S-sorry. I'm sorry," He stammered, kneeling down in front of him. "What happened to you Who hurt you?"

Your son had gotten into a fight with another kid during lunch. So there was no one for Marc to unload his rage on.

That night, after your boy fell asleep, you saw Marc sink down on the edge of your bed, shoulders slumped in defeat.

Carefully kneeling in front of him, you reached for his hands, caressing his fingers with your own before tenderly kissing each knuckle. Standing up on your knees, you wedged yourself between his thighs, but he turned his head away.

Marc wasn't going to hear you right now. So you gave him a little space, fixed him a drink and took a long shower before checking in again. You found him staring out the bedroom window, gazing up at the moon.

Easing behind him, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to the bare skin of his back. He covered your hands with his own, releasing a heavy sigh.

"When I saw his black eye..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

"I know," you softly returned.

Drawing a trembling breath, he pushed his fingers through yours, resting there on his soft abdomen.

"I had so many..." Unable to finish his thought for several long moments, he simply soaked in your love and your touch, steadily drawing breaths in and out to remain calm. "Most of mine were...hidden, under my clothes, but..."

Chomping on your bottom lip, you held back the tears pricking your eyes.

"My dad never defended me. Not once," he whispered. "Not one time."

"Oh baby," you gasped, easing around to hug him for real.

Marc accepted your love - your healing, steady tenderness, folding you close.

"He could have, you know. But he didn't." His voice had faded to a broken whisper.

You understood the entire basis of Marc's parenting philosophy.

"I shouldn't have let him..." he carefully admitted, wincing as he waited on your response, but he couldn't help himself: angry red and brutal blue were colors too familiar. "I can't let him get hurt."

You didn't judge him. He should have known.

"That makes you a damn good father," you said with conviction, turning your gaze up to his.

“When I had Khonshu’s armor, it healed my body, so you can’t see…not anymore.” Sniffing, he shook his head sadly. “Do you think those little cuts on his face will scar?”

“They’re scrapes, they’ll be fine,” you assured him. “The doctor even said so.”

Marc was beginning to realize he couldn’t protect his only son from everything.

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During your son's teenage years, Marc’s (over)protectiveness put some distance between the two of them. Your son was the last kid his age allowed to go online, or go on a date, or get a driver’s license.

But every time he would get angry, Marc would try to extend an olive branch. He would take all his friends to the movies, or simply order a pizza and watch baseball together.

And one day it dawned on him that not one adult ever asked him what he wanted. Or needed. So he asked.

“I just want to feel like you trust me,” your son admitted.

Marc took him to get his license the next week.

Then came the car accident. Because, of course Marc’s only child would be involved in an accident. Marc was expecting it - practically waiting for it.

Thankfully everyone was okay, but the car was totaled.

When you and Marc saw your boy at the scene, you fully expected fireworks, but he charged toward his son, arms open.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry about your car, please don’t be mad.”

And then you witnessed the exact moment Marc far surpassed his own father (as if he hadn't spent you son's whole life doing so).

Taking the boy's face in his hands, he gently smiled. Marc Spector actually smiled in the middle of a life-threatening situation.

“It’s only a car. There are millions of cars.” He touched his forehead to your son's. “There’s only one you. And you’re okay. You’re okay.”

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Sometimes there were failures or broken hearts. Things Marc couldn't punch or fix or threaten. In fact, a life free from Khonshu's service left him with no one who really needed defending.

Years later, your son dropped by for a visit. The three of you decided to take a walk through the old neighborhood, to his favorite ice cream shop from when he was little. Nostalgia mingled with sugar for a bittersweet concoction that opened your hearts for sharing.

As you ambled back toward home, Marc noticed his son walking beside you protectively, closer to the street. He had opened the door for you, he took your hand as you crossed a puddle and even shielded your body briefly as a stupid teenager breezed by too fast on a motorbike.

It was like looking at a younger version of himself, but he was…softer somehow. Stable. He was a man now. And he was okay.

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Note: This was supposed to be posted a week ago for Father’s Day, but in a rare twist, it took me that long to convince myself to actually post it. Thank you for reading! 😘

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