#Carla Jean's Mother

[abiatackerman]

Happy Mother's day to all Moms! Thanks for always loving us... Can't express how much we love you ♾️

[kittenfangirl20]

A part of me wonders if one of the reasons why Eren easily gets angry at Jean is because of how he treated his mother when she came to visit. A character defining moment for Eren is losing his mother at a young age and in an especially brutal way. So I think Eren someone who would probably give anything to have his mother back would not look too kindly upon someone who has a mother to care for him, but is publicly rude to her when she comes to visit him especially when she brought him a home cooked meal to enjoy.

[brilium]

ˋ°•-⁀➷ Tattoo Artist! Eren Headcanons♡

THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR SO LONGGGGG. I wasn't planning to add smut but the things somehow turned out like that hehe

Content warning. fem reader, mention of needles, short smut at the end, praising, watercolor tattoos are beautiful but Eren hates them, I'm sorry.

wc. 1,026.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren started doing it as a hobby just to do something in his free time during his freshman year but ended up loving it and being his principal source of money currently.

● When Tattoo Artist! Eren was still learning, he asked Mikasa and Armin if they'd let him tattoo them for practice. Armin instantly said no because he would have to stop attending swimming classes for a month and Mikasa said that she'd only say yes if he let her tattoo his neck in exchange. From that moment, Eren looked for more friends that would say yes and never asked them again for his own safety.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren's first person to tattoo was Reiner, he was all excited to get tattooed by his friend and even offered to let him keep tattooing him in the future. Even if Eren hid it, he was actually so moved that his friend trusted in him that much.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren social media is 100% tattoo. You want to know his face? Make an appointment for a tattoo though his IG and meet him in real life because he doesn't have any other social media.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren loves to do black work but hates the watercolor style. Ironically, because he thinks that is too off.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren is not a fuckboy but has a… very active sexual life. There's even a small box of condoms in a drawer on his station, just in case.

♡ Tattoo Artist! Eren is not full body tattooed but at least his right arm is fully covered with tattoos. There's some on his left hand and forearm, chest and a small "C" because of his mother's name behind his ear. Carla supports his passion for his job but sighs every time he comes to visit her with more ink on his body; still, she excuses that one just because she loves him and is so proud.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren loves his friends, even if they are a pain the ass as coworkers. He owns a small studio with Jean, Connie and Sasha, that damn trio… Also! They decided to call the studio Squad 104 just because that was the class number where they and their other friends met at uni. Even though it was too cheesy, Eren agreed it with a smile.

♡ Even though, Tattoo Artist! Eren hates Jean's lack of organization, causing him or the others to have to take the clients that he frequently schedules on the same day as others. He sighs when Jean knocks at his door, asking him to take a client tomorrow because he already had plans at that time.

● His jaw drops once you cross the principal door of the studio the next day asking for Yeager Ink. Tattoo Artist! Eren is not a believer, but he's starting to think that he got blessed by taking that medium flower design. The best part? Is not a damn watercolor tattoo.

♡ Ass man? Tits man? Fuck, no. Tattoo Artist! Eren turns into a loyal thighs man the second you lie on his massage bed to the side and lift your skirt to point that you want the tattoo on the side part of your thigh. He loves the way you nod blushed when he asks if it's your first tattoo.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren sighs feeling like this is going to be a long session from the moment when he puts on the stencil guide for the tattoo and notices that you chose a thin black lingerie; As a tattoo artist, he thanks you for choosing the right clothes to make it easier for both, but the hard pain starting to grow on his jeans is really suffering right now.

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren glups hard once he starts and you can't help but squirm and whimper of pain. It's one of the least painful parts and you're already whining? That's the fucking cutest thing in the world. He tries to distract you by making small talk, knowing about your interests, your degree, age, the fact that you're single…

●Tattoo Artist! Eren starts to flirt subtly with you trying to see if you are comfortable; teasing you for being so sensitive to the pain, caressing softly your thigh when he cleans you with the wipe, complimenting your soft skin, telling you about which places you barely feel the pain for some future tattoos…

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren is trying so hard to hold himself when you dig your nails on his arm the moment he's on the black filling and shadows. You're blushing and nervous when he's wrapping your leg with the plastic protection while you apologize for hurting him, he can't help but smile and lean closer to you and thank you for being such a good strong girl the whole session.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren tries to be as gentle as possible with you, fucking you from behind, standing against the wall to not hurt the fresh tattoo on your leg with the massage bed. "Yeah, keep it like that, gorgeous. The needle on your skin was nothing, you can hold my dick in this sweet cunt, baby"

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren notices the weakness on your legs, so he turns you to face him and grabs you under the thighs to lift you and push you against the wall with every thrust. Your moans begging him to not stop are the sweetest sound he heard in his whole life.

●Tattoo Artist! Eren's station smells like sex after you both reach the orgasm, he gently seats you on the bed while he cleans the mess. Your gaze on his strong tattooed arms moving around almost makes you jump into him for a next round but your legs are sore for many reasons…

♡Tattoo Artist! Eren is a professional. He always seeks for the safety of his clients, so don't be surprised to receive a message from him to meet again "to check if the tattoo is healing correctly". He smiles widely when you immediately answer saying yes and asking if he's up for another session as soon as possible…

Should I make a part two? 👀

[multifandomloverr]

aot boys - having a day off together

eren

eren would opt to sleep in and pull you back into bed, refusing to let you go if you tried to leave him. he’d mumble something about "letting the world wait" in your shoulder as he pulls you back under the covers, your back to his chest. before you came into his life, he would spend most of his days training, overwhelmed by the stress of having to be as strong and fit as possible to live up to everyone’s expectations of him. but being with you makes him feel at ease, and he’d gladly spend the day doing menial tasks like the laundry and the dishes with you, even if half the time you’re nagging at him for doing it wrong. sometimes you even remind him of carla, especially that one time you caught him slacking off and calling him out for lying by catching the redness of his ears.

armin

if you and armin aren’t hanging out in town with eren and mikasa, you’d be having a little picnic near one of the more secluded streams in the forest. you’d cloud watch, hear his stories about his parents (which took a while for him to open up about) and ponder what it would be like to experience the sea, the desert and everything in between, all while your fingers remain interlocked. he’d brush the hair off your face and smile at the sparkle in your eyes as you shared your thoughts, thinking to himself how much his parents would have loved you and feeling comforted, knowing he found his other half who’s just as curious about the world as he is.

jean

at your insistence, you’d drag jean back home to visit his mother, admiring her affection for him and mostly just wanting to be in a space where he grew up. after being fed a filling meal, the two of you would spend some time lying on the bed in his room (with the door cracked open slightly of course). he’d hold you close to his side, facing the ceiling with his head resting back on his forearm, sharing stories about his past and wondering about your future - how many kids you'd have, who would do what chore, etc. jean would realise you’d fallen asleep on his chest and smile, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead before laying the covers over you and drifting off. when you two finally wake up, indulge mama kirschtein with a dinner and get on your way, your arm is looped around his, as you slowly make your way back to the barracks.

reiner

since these days off don’t come often, he’d insist that you cook a meal for him, wanting to taste something you made specially for him. reiner would accompany you to the market, happy to be the carrier of your baskets and to charm the older shopkeepers into throwing in some extra ingredients (he just has a way with older people, especially the ladies). he’d lovingly watch you cook and be the most enthusiastic prep cook (though his large hands make it hard for him to finely chop anything). after complimenting your meal (good or bad), he’d insist on doing the dishes and give you a back rub for all your hard work. for all the weight on his shoulders, today was a respite and to him, a pipe dream of a life he felt he would never deserve.

bertholdt

bertholdt doesn’t really do much on days off, and the two of you would spend the day in his room. he’d be playing chess against himself, while you’d be curled on the bed, reading, sewing or just napping, lounging in one of his signature blue sweaters. in the evening, he’d accompany you to run your errands, be it getting new clothes from the market or spending time with the horses in the stables. he’d be content just being around you and letting you lead him wherever. if he remembers you liking a trinket from earlier, he’d surprise you with it after, or pick you a flower on your walks, thereafter getting shy and walking away hurriedly when you tease him about it.

levi

he used to spend his days off cleaning his quarters, in one part feeding his need for a dustless environment, but perhaps in another using the routine motions to distract himself from the never ending bloodshed and loss. now with you thrown into the mix, levi does still ensure his room is spotless, secretly happy for you to join him and fuel his distant dreams of a long domestic life with you. except instead of just polishing his blades and boots, now after the cleaning is done, he makes time to sit with you on the top of a building, with your head in his lap as he looks out at the night sky. you’d sit in silence with your fingers interlocked, as he holds your cheek gently and prays that one day all the nights could be like this one. he might even let a single tear drop, thinking about furlan and isabel, and how you would have loved them.

erwin

erwin hardly ever has days off, but when he does he loves staying in, curled up with a good book and you by his side. you’d both be on the couch, either with your legs draped over his lap or your head on his shoulder. it would be an afternoon of peaceful silence and at night, a casual dinner tucked in the corner of a small bar. he used to have these nights all the time with nile as a cadet, enjoying a pint or two together, but they became few and far between as the relationship strained. now with you, he got to make new memories and for a few hours, forget that he was commander of the scouts. it would follow with a quiet stroll on the way back to the compound as you both basked in the light buzz of the alcohol and the moonlight on your faces. he’d offer you his arm and you two would share your dreams about the future - since being in the scouts meant that everyday could be your last, these talks were almost a silent prayer that saying them out loud could somehow will them into existence someday.

[sonofthesaiyans]

I'm sure I'm in the minority on this.....

But with everything we now know about Eren after the manga and anime finales, primarily the fact that he engineered Carla's death to further his own ends, I think that makes Attack on Titan infinitely more unwatchable with that knowledge in mind.

The whole thing has been built on Eren avenging his mother and his people by wiping out the Titans. To know everything in the series was all something beholden to his design including the explicit revelation that Bertolt only survived the fall of Shiganshina because Eren decided it wasn't his time to die.....it's an infinitely more damaging revelation than his pathetic confession of his feelings for Mikasa.

"Sasha and Hange died because of me...." Right, so apparently any deviance in the time loop that might've guaranteed their survival was a roadblock to his plans even after he hsd fully committed himself yobtbe Rumbling, his plan was really that precise and to the letter? What if Connie and Jean died or what if Marco lived, like the implications here are utterly baffling and repulsive. Guy who was so dead set on saving his friends couldn't make room for those girls huh? I call bullshit.

So thoroughly turning Eren's motivation inside out like this is a decision not enough people are picking apart, not enough people are really looking at the logistics of any of this or considering how much you gotta suspend disbelief in order for this to make any sense.

And I was at Awesome Con just a week ago, Bryce Papenbrook was right there a hundred feet away. I just missed my chance to get his two cents on this. I can only hope for better luck next time.

Sadly though I don't think I can look at the first three seasons again because of how thoroughly tainted they now are because of the final season.....I would have preferred Eren was a straightforward villain from the start because this is truly Isayama's greatest betrayal. (Second in my book, right after you know what....)

[marypickfords]

5 brazilian horror movies

since it’s october i wanted to make a post to recommend some of my favorite old brazillian horror movies. i tried to add links to watch them but not all have subtitles unfortunately! this is mostly in the order i thought of them, not exactly of content/quality/whatever. i haven’t watched many myself yet but i figured this would be a nice introduction to anyone who is interested!

1. as filhas do fogo (1978) dir. walter hugo khouri 

ana & diana are a couple who go on a trip to diana’s family estate - an old house owned by old money, german colonizers. there we learn about diana’s family, her controlling & wwii-obsessed grandfather who wanted to get away from everything and bought this land & her mother who commited suicide years ago. we also meet the groundskeepers who live there, including the mysterious mariana. a heavily atmospheric, dark (both in content & the poor quality of the available print..), quiet, haunting & wonderful movie. khouri was mostly disregarded by critics because he seemingly went against the grain: while directors at the time were documenting concerns re the brazilian working class, khouri was mostly in old big homes, filming the ennui of a middle to upper class. that’s not to say that his movies are without a critique, however, and as filhas do fogo is a good example of his cinema that was well aware of, not only the history of the country, but the current political climate of a dictatorship. besides all that, most importantly.. it is so creepy! this is my favorite from khouri (and not just because it stars a lesbian couple) and possibly my favorite movie on this list.

watch on archive.org (w/ eng subtitles)

2. barão olavo, o terrível (1970) dir. júlio bressane

in this lovely experimental film, bressane pays an homage to horror & insanity in a very brazilian manner. the titular baron olavo owns the home which is the central point of the film and the inspiration for bressane, who saw this 19th century house as a laboratory of light. there’s no central plot exactly, but a spectacle of colors, horror, tenderness, absurdity and indulgence.. i love it. and yes, maybe lesbians are involved too.

watch on archive.org (no subtitles)

3. estrela nua (1984) dir. josé antonio garcia & ícaro martins

a very recent watch, estrela nua is a movie that could be easily paired with perfect blue or any of those 2girls1persona films. carla camurati plays glória, an aspiring actress who is suddenly cast to substitute troubled actress ângela, who has recently died in a car accident. ângela was working on an incestuous erothic thriller, and as glória starts working on the film she begins to.. maybe blend with said dead actress?? obsess over her?? dream about/with her..?? you know where this is going. there’s the clear element of a film within a film in this, but as it ends we realize we might have watched more than a couple movies - and they all work. carla camurati & cristina aché are phenomenal and the great selma egrei (from as filhas do fogo) also shows up as a lesbian actress.. it's just so strange and good.

watch here (no subtitles)

4. excitação (1977) dir. jean garrett

i opted for his garrett instead of a mulher... even though i consider both great brazilian horror films. both lean heavy on the erotic (or rather, the pornochanchada) and deal with, among other things, The Gaze. but i think excitação’s atmospheric beach scenes fit this list better. helena's husband buys a beach house hoping that she'll be able to rest & recover from whatever has been ailing her (hysteria..? paranoia..?). there, she finds out the past owner killed himself and that perhaps is what has been haunting her.. or is it maybe all the electronics in the house? excitação is, as i said, incredibly atmospheric. helena is mostly isolated, away from her husband, walking around the beach alone at night. she looks and looks: at the sea, at beautiful women, at every possible machine around her. this is one for the psychotic women enjoyers. kate hansen is so good.

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

5. as noites de iemanjá (1971) dir. maurice capovila

as noites de iemanjá is in my mind reminiscent of 40s val lewton films like i walked with a zombie.. both in the sense of women at the beach & also the vital element of african religions/deities, in the case of this movie the afro-brazilian iemanjá. and also because while that is the background (and it is very important to the story), the movie centers women that aren’t exactly a part of said religions, even if they are influenced by them. it’s a mysterious one, i can’t remember much of the dialogue, but joana fomm is hypnotic in this. she plays a nameless character who goes to the seaside with the lover because she is ignored by her husband. there, they watch together a group of people making offerings to the sea, to iemanjá. after this her lover disappears. it’s another good example of the mix of horror, folklore and the erotic, so characteristic of these brazilian movies of the time. this one (along w/ as filhas do fogo) shows up on kier-la janisse’s folk horror doc and it was a lovely surprise! 

watch on youtube (no subtitles)

[junior-april]

more eren hcs pls! where his mom teases him ab the reader and he begged carla to stop bcs of his embarrassment

poor eren lol carla always teases him ab his ears turning red too

I literally am getting so lazy im not built strong enough to write one shots consistenly im so sorry (to whoever requested things before this one IM STILL WORKING ON THEM I SWEAR!!!) im so sorry for skipping the line and writing these hc instead😭😭😭

I love u aswell i love the dynamic of eren, carla and reader its so cute thankyou sm for requesting omg

Bf!eren headcanons

More headcanons/masterlist

Carla edition

- if carla arrives home after eren she’ll always ask why ur not over before even saying hi to him😭

- whenever eren is annoying to u (as always) she smacks him aggressively

- carlas always buying random things for u at the store which eren gets pissed about ‘she didnt even ask me if i wanted one she just said to give it to u’

- she likes to take facebook pictures promoting u and eren as a couple (shes ur biggest supporter frl💀) the pictures are always unfortunate angles tho but its the thought that counts😋

- while u guys were still getting to know each other,, eren 100% went to carla and armin for advice after jean i feel liek carla and armin are a cute little support duo for eren😭 he realises what bullshit jean gave him once he acc listens to them two tho

- ever since eren asked carla for advice tho she doesn’t let it drop and tugs at his ear to make fun of him when he denies things abt u

“Hows ur girlfriend?” His face and ears just heat up as he gets embarrassed “i said to stop calling her that shes not my gf yet”

- when u were meeting her for the first time she defo made it her mission to embarrass the fuck out of eren

- shes defo the type to embarrass him with personal medical stuff like start saying “eren did u remember your bowel medication?” “How is the ointment for your warts working?”

- u always leave eren half the time to help her make dinner and its ur main bonding time bc shes so cutie

- whenever u force eren to help with dinner she gets mad when he cant cut the vegetables properly or is forgetting to mix the pot or whatever she gets pissed smacking his head and gives up asking if you can do it instead

- shes always smacking him poor guy😭 everytime he does get smacked he gets overdramatic and start saying he thinks he just got a concussion or smt💀

- she makes it a point to tell u to make sure that eren doesnt bring down ur grades LMAO even if eren is smart academically she will still do so

- eren doesn’t mind being touchy w u even if his parents are around idk im too lazy now to think of more carla ones 😁🙌🙌

i cant stop thinking abt him tho help its so bad im going clinically insane

- as much as carla is a bit of a bully to eren she defo aggressively loves him,, like she aggressively pinches his cheek when he was a kid whenever he got some sort of achievement

-like the only reason eren is able to be sheepishly proud at stuff hes a bad at is bc carla was such a ‘OMG WELL DONE MY SWEET SWEET EREN😁😁😁😄’ mother when he got a singular gold star or smt😭😭

- as eren got older tho he started getting embarrassed abt how she was so proud of the smallest things (hes rude carlas lovely)

MY MIND IS BLANKING as much as i have eren brainrot i cant think of more😓😓

My requests r open for anything u can ask me any specific headcanons for eren or any character aswell!! Tysm for reading 🫶🫶

[sailorspica]

reijean v-day 💝⚔️

see vee's prompt graphic for this. i tag anyone in any fandom, i want to hear about your OTP!!

💝 favorite canon scene:

these panels in the 57th scouting expedition right here.

in the anime the only internal monologue we get is from jearmin, which is a big rewatch tell of oh shit! why are reiner's thoughts private (armored hehe). but the ONE time, ONE time we get reiner's thoughts in this arc in the manga... it's about jean. and it's not like he takes over narration like armin did when he encounters annie alone, or like jean does once these three meet up. it's just one stray 💭 of "jean really... is different."

sure, other characters note jean's maturity since joining the corps, but recognition from reiner stands out here as a vote of confidence from marcel!reiner, AND four years later: when he still describes jean as "an irresponsible jerk who only ever thought of himself," even though reiner knows first hand that jean grew so, so much after trost. and it's his fault.

💝 a song that reminds you of them:

i previously posted SASAMI's I Was a Window, but another one that screams reijean to me is Till Death by Japanese Breakfast. briefly, it's about marriage, but she wrote a whole book about the context that this song and her relationship come from, which i highly recommend.

so many images in it are so post-rumbling to me: "get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship," (the studio recording starts with ocean sounds); "sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia"; "your embrace healing my wounds / teach me to breathe, teach me to move." the beginning of verse 2, "steering on hostile waves of panic, like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right" makes me think of a later jbrekkie song, Slide Tackle, which IS reiner.

💝 favorite official picture/graphic:

back to back on the vol. 32 alliance cover baby!!

💝 favorite fanfic:

i have to say two:

vermin by @oxygenbefore1775: delicious cadet days, delicious fucked up time in reiner POV, delicious, smart tangling with the technological/material/cultural gaps between the walls and the rest of the world. how much of RBA's deep cover is culture shock? the total lack of guile jean has while running roughshod over the land mines in reiner's head with just "bunny." god.

from shiganshina with love by @fromriches-tosin: this is really the one that lured me in. it feels like a locked room, three-hander play, when even being in the wide open air (well, not reiner) is claustrophobic because two characters are intertwined and dug into one another. and as someone who has inhaled shelves' worth of eruri fic and doujinshi, vee's levi is one of my favorites.

💝 favorite fanart:

oh, this and everything by @mikibagels. one thing about reijean that goes so hard is jean's growth spurt, cadet and post-rumbling reijean both have height difference. similar vein, @valmendy illustrating reiner's flirting from never let me go: "i feel like i missed out on my little brother growing up." hello???

💝 why i ship:

i binged the anime so late, just in time for season 4, and when the finale came out i could hardly think of anything other than "we're scouts, we don't know when to quit."

back in my day (i'm turning 27 this month), one dude beating up another in shounen launched a ship, a fleet of ships, and kept it afloat for years, but yams gave us their more obvious, huge interactions in the last... fifteen chapters. but there's so much history between them that screams to be noticed on initial reread and rewatch: the reijearmin (horrendous throuple name) date that was the female titan arc, that jean keeps his cool when the 104th hop on the armored as reibert and ymir try to flee, the whole return to shiganshina, the echo i come back to of "the jean kirchstein i know only thinks of himself."

with jean's OVA, they're the characters whose moms we see the most of besides carla jaeger??? the difference between karina and jean's mother is vast, yet their sons turned out so similar, despite it all. so caring, so haunted by that care. jean takes his leadership in the post-time skip survey corps so seriously, he agonizes over his field leadership in trost, while reiner feels like he killed marcel and bertolt and doomed annie, and in his lowest, lowest moments still manages to protect and worry for falco and gabi.

also, another big why: you people. this is such a cozy pontoon. 😘 happy valentine's day!!!

[skxllz]

“ ouch! ”

you glared down at michael with a slightly annoyed gaze, feeling agitated that he kept moving around from just the simplest poke of the sterilized steal, “ will you quit moving? I didn't even push it through yet. ”

michael emerson, a rather new individual to santa carla was a teenage boy you had met on the boardwalk - well, ran into i should say. you were fairly new to skateboarding and had gotten clumsy, crashing into him and causing you both to tumble to the ground. words were exchanged —an apology on your end and him getting slightly snippy—, which led to a slight argument, before somehow an acquainted friendship of sorts formed. you only considered it to be a friendship because, two times after that, you ran into michael again. it was destined fate - at least, thats what you said to him.

he, surprisingly, happened to agree.

just yesterday he had approached you, asking if you could pierce his ear. you had informed him briefly before, it slipped out during a conversation, that you were handy when it came to piercings and such - he wanted to touch up his look, and seem cooler, so he came to you for help. you agreed, but informed him it'd have to wait since you had errands to run for your father that night.

that's why, just an hour ago, as you walked passed the craftsman store amongst the boardwalk, you snatched up michael by the arm along the way —he had been checking out one of the booths on the boardwalk— to grant his wish of a new ear piercing.

and that's where you were now; sat atop a milkcrate in the midst of a cave of sorts that he brought you to, a clean sewing needle in hand —alcohol wipes you got from a medical kit at the video store michael's mother worked at and ice from a fountain drink, beside you— and your patience, that was wearing quite thin. it's been around twenty three minutes since you started on trying to pierce your friends ear, but he kept yelling like a bitch. from what you gathered, he didn't like needles - you've barely touched the tip to his lobe and yet, here he was, wincing immensely.

“ it's not my fault it's sharp! ” michael defended, his face screwing into a scowl. he was trying his best to look as if he wasn't bothered, just annoyed by your words, but you saw right through it.

while you shift your booted feet, the small chains on your combat boots jingling, you steer your hand that held the needle to the side; silently grabbing onto his ear once more with the other. “ stop being a baby and just hold still, ” you mumbled, eyeing him judgingly. “ it'll be over in no time. ”

“ you say that and yet you're taking forever. ” the brunette scoffed, not even bothering to look at you. he was trying to distract himself from the metal that had yet to probe his skin. If he did look your way however, he'd see the look of bitterness covering your face.

“ I'm trying, ” you spat nastily with narrowed eyes, giving his lobe a sharp pinch. he hissed in reply. “ but you're making it difficult, emerson. ”

michael gritted his teeth, but didn't comment on the fact that you just pinched him. “ alright - I'll.. stop. just hurry up. ”

you rolled your eyes, but gave a curt nod before focusing in on his ear again. after grabbing another small cube of chipped ice from your plastic cup and gently rubbing it onto the spot you marked with a burnt out matchstick, you removed it, before lining up the needle once more. his earlobe was pretty cold now, so you took the advantage of pressing the tip of the needle into his skin.

michael inhaled a noise of pain, which made you move your foot - sliding the side of your boot along his own, only to press your ankle to his out of attempted comfort. It seems he took the hint, because he grabbed onto your jean-clad knee and dug his nails into the material.

quickly, you pressed harder, making sure your index and middle finger angled out on the back of his ear to direct the needle better. michael squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as the sharp tip pushed through the first layer of skin. he nearly jumped once you applied even more pressure and it broke through the second layer, leaving the male to bite the corner of his bottom lip.

usually you'd tell a person to get over it because it's not that big of a deal, but you've come to... care for michael - a twinge of sorrow striking your heart strings just from seeing him in the slightest bit of pain. it was pathetic, and quite frankly made you question what the fuck was wrong with you. you've never felt sorry for someone over something so dumb before, so why now?

“ alright, ” you whispered, once the needle punctured through the back of his lobe. you slid the steel through until the midst of the needle was in place; each side evening out through his earlobe. “ it's through. you bled a little, but that's normal. ”

“ that fucking hurt.. ” michael grumbled, his hand only twitching on the place it settled at on your knee - refusing to move, though.

you chuckled, unwrapping the golden hoop you had bought, from it's package. “ well, it is a needle going through your body. It's meant to hurt. ”

“ yeah, but- ” michael licked his lips, “ I didn't think it'd hurt that bad, y/n. ” he winced once more once you began sliding the needle further through his ear, to hook in the jewelry. “ I've always hate needles - it's just kind of annoying that I never got over my fear of them... ”

“ everyone has fears. ” sliding the end through his ear, you released it before picking up an alcohol pad. you forgot cotton balls, so this was the only alternative to clean it. despite the cave you were in, that looked as if it's lived in, you highly doubted anything sanitary was lying around. “ some are small, like needles, others are big - but regardless, everyone has them. ”

michael hissed once the alcohol pad touched the pierced section, but you ignored him. “ so.. ” he spoke through the burn, “ it's nothing to be ashamed of? ”

“ nothin’ to be ashamed of. ” a small smile graced your lips while you pulled your hand back. “ done. ” pointing over to a cracked mirror you spotted across the way, you dipped your head in that very direction. “ go check it out. I think it looks kickass. ”

the male cracked a grin of his own. michael had moved his hand off of your knee, placing it onto his own, pushing himself up off of the beat up couch he sat on. he booted over to the mirror and jeered his head to the side, checking out his newly wedded earring.

“ it does look kickass. ” michael agreed, face lighting up in awe. he'd never thought he would look so good with just a mere earring.

and, as you watch him, you come to realize you never thought that either. just a few weeks ago you saw this guy as a douchebag brunette who was chasing after a girl he had no real chance with, just to score something to have, while he was here. you never really considered him cute, or relatively interesting - if anything, annoying, even though you two were friends. sitting there now, however, it's become more prominent just how pretty his smile was. and how blue his eyes were. and how his grin looked cocky, but you knew it was just a genuine smile. and that his jawline fit him so well; the curve of his jaw fitting his face just right.

your eyes scale lower, taking in his exposed throat. It was so... strong. so kissable-

you shook your head, eyes wide. what were you thinking?

“ -n! y/n! ” your head shot up to meet michael's gaze. he looked concerned. “ are you okay? ” his brow was quirked up questionably. “ I called you a few different times and you didn't answer me. ”

were you okay? for fucks sake, you were just checking him out.

“ I'm okay. ” you gave a lop sided grin, showing you were alright. “ just thinking. ”

michael studied you for a moment, before nodding his head slowly. he didn't seem like he believed you, but you knew he was too much of a golden retriever to push it. “ well... thank you - for piercing my ear. ”

shrugging, you pushed up from the milkcrate while toying with the ring on your thumb out of habit. “ ‘s no problem. just helpin’ out a friend. ” you paused. “ even if he's irritating. ”

michael could tell you were joking around by the twitch of your lips, which made him chuckle; his own grin taking over. “ yeah, yeah.. ” his eyes flickered away bashfully. “ I'm sorry about complaining. I guess that's really out of character for me. ”

“ don't sweat it. ” a light punch was given to his arm. “ like I said, everyone has their fears... and pain tolerance levels. yours just happens to be low. ”

michael went to reply, but loud, obnoxious laughter echoed off of the walls of the cave before he could say anything; alerting the both of you of the presence of more people. almost instantly a flat, unimpressed look fell onto michael's face - it made you internally question who it could be.

your question was answered as soon as four figures came into view.

you blinked in surprise to see the faces of the infamous trouble makers from the boardwalk. santa carlas’ number one pricks that were known for being insolent, disruptive and overall crude. why would michael know them? I mean, you knew he could be a twat but you didn't peg him as the type to hang around that lot.

“ guys... ” michael inquired, raising his brows in faux enthusiasm. “ didn't expect you to be back so soon. ”

david smirked, stepping off of the ledge that peaked the entrance they waddled out from, “ michael. ” the blonde mockingly spoke, fingers raising to graze at the cigarette tucked behind his ear. “ it's nice to see you, too. ”

his eyes flickered onto you momentarily - and it spooked you. the intensity behind his gaze was fleeting. “ I see you brought a guest, ” david's orbs moved back onto michael, smirk faltering just in the slightest. he clearly didn't like new blood in his home if he wasn't aware of them. “ care to introduce us? ”

“ no. ” his tone was sharp and sounded guarded, almost. you took notice of it, but said nothing; your own gaze kept on the blonde. “ we were just leaving. ”

“ awe, c’mon, mikey! ” another blonde stepped up from behind david —when had he gotten there?— to wrap an arm around michael's shoulders. his hair was longer, however. from the glassy look to his hooded eyes, you could only assume he was high. “ don't be such a downer, man. we just wanna’ get t’know your new friend. ”

“ yeah, ” a dirty blonde, shorter than the others, strode forward with a wicked grin painting his lips. his hair was rather coily and his aura was more.. dark. but you tried not to let it phase you. “ don't be rude, michael. Introduce us. ”

“ y/n, ” michael spoke your name, unintentionally giving the boys the answer they were looking for - he just wanted to grab your attention so you two could leave, but alas his stupidity got the best of him. “ let's go. ”

“ y/n, huh? ” the stoned male unhooked his arm from around michael to saunter towards you with lazy steps. “ pretty name for a pretty girl. ” he smirked, stopping in front of you. “ I noticed mikey here has an earring now. ”

you both glanced at michael, only to see the coily-haired blonde toying with the new jewelry.

“ that your doing? ” a darker haired male spoke up this time; his tan skin standing out amongst the burning amber from the flames, that emitted from the burn barrels throughput the cave. his hard gaze was frightening, but you refused to let it chip down your own arrogance.

“ it is. ” your voice was low as you spoke, eyeing the taller man with calculating eyes. something was off about all of them. “ is that a problem? ”

“ not in the slightest. ” he smirked.

you didn't answer at first, eyes attempting to push past the dark depths of his own cold, brown orbs. It didn't seem possible, though. much like you did, he had iron bars made of pent up, raw anger guarding his real tendencies. it wasn't easy reading him - what a bust.

“ good. ” was the what you finally replied with, before turning your eyes to michael once again. he seemed to be staring dwayne down with a locked jaw - though, once you spoke up his stare shifted onto you. “ mike. let's go. ”

michael nodded stiffly, moving to take ahold of your arm and pull you close to him. none of the other guys seem intimidated, which you weren't surprised about, it just seemed pretty ballsy for poodle-hair to snicker under his breath mockingly at the action. you almost wanted to slap him.

actually, you did want to, but chose not to.

“ michael. ” the both of you stopped walking abruptly once the platinum blonde called michael once again. by the way his nostrils flared, you could tell your friend was fed up with this.

once he turned towards the blonde, the two had a stare down. It was like they were conversating with their eyes - a light blue pair, as pretty as the sky overlooking the ocean, so taunting and full of malice; the other, dark as the evening sky, holding anger and resentment. you could only guess what the trade was about, which in this case, wasn't something good telling by the way michael's temple popped with a vein. his jaw was rotating as well, lips tightly pressing together. It's almost as if they were reading one another's minds...

“ bye now, michael. ” the blonde waved, a smug, closed lipped smiled dotting his mouth. his gaze flickered onto you. “ and y/n, make sure to stop by another time. ”

you squinted in annoyance, “ will do. ”

that was the last thing said, before michael tightly gripped your arm and pulled you out of the cave.

[karasurasu]

College!AU

Emo-Gamer-Bf Eren Yeager x reader

My first time writing something like that eh, hope it's doesn't that bad... ( English is not my first language, there can be much of mistakes!)

• At first glance, it may seem that he is the bad boy, but in fact he is the most gentle boy in the world, just hug him someone already ಥ‿ಥ

• His hair is always disheveled, even though he wears an elastic band on his arm that you gave him, he rarely uses it, only in the rarest cases, but if you offer to braid his hair so that they do not interfere with him, he will immediately agree to it.

• He asked you to paint his nails. Now they are always covered with black varnish, but in some places this varnish is chewed off by him because of nerves or simply erased

• He has a couple of "emo" tattoos. Cobwebs on the elbow, barbed wire on the wrist, crosses and fire on the fingers.

• He likes all sorts of alt attributes, like an inverted cross on his neck or a skull ring. He also wears large T-shirts with some prints of his favorite music groups or provocative inscriptions.

• In fact, he loves sports, this guy has a pretty good physique (° ʖ °). He's on the college basketball team.

• He lives in a family with Carla and Mikasa. His mother doesn't particularly approve of his appearance, as does the appearance of Mikasa (who dresses like a goth). But as a loving mother, she accepted them like this.

• Eren is the partner who loves physical contact, he will hug you while playing, or lie on your lap, he doesn't care what kind of contact, he just wants to feel your warmth, knowing that you are next to him.

• He's a pretty popular guy in college, so you can't avoid glances from others , they're all jealous, but don't be afraid, Eren is always there to distract you from this.

• The same type of guy who will say that you don't look good in some clothes, and then tell you to wear this more often ...

• He has an older brother Zeke who really loves you and often brings you gifts (Eren is very jealous and afraid that he is trying to take you away from him), but Zeke just very happy that Eren has such a caring partner like you.

• The younger Yeager often cries in his sleep because of the nightmares that haunt him. He wakes up in a sweat and sees you, then hugs you and asks you never to leave him.

• Eren has a lot of game equipment. Nintendo on which he plays animal crossing (shhh, it's a secret, he's shy to say that he plays it!). PS5, a gaming computer. He's been through a lot of games, most of all he likes something adventure, but lately he's only been playing Overwatch or League of Legends with friends, he doesn't have time for anything else.

• He really loves you, and shows it by allowing you to play online games on his computer, it doesn't matter to him if you lower him so in the rating, he just enjoys how passionate you are about the games that he likes

• You can just say what you like and he will tell you which game to play. But he will also listen to you and even play the games you play, just so that you are on the same wavelength.

• The most terrible thing that will happen in your relationship is that Jean and Connie will call him to play Dota 2 in the middle of the night ... God, you will wake up from fright when he throws the mouse against the wall out of anger...(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

i am imagine him like this so...yeah(⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

[lemmetreatya]

Eren used to get mad when people mistook him for a girl (bc that boy looks so much like Carla and Yams even chose the name Eren because it sounded feminine). Now he doesn't really mind it. In fact he usually rubs it in his friends' faces because he is quote "the prettiest bitch out of all of you"

erens kinda embraced it now!! still a touchy subject for him but now hes kinda able to fight people off by throwing insults back jskskd

COD nights were always fun because it meant those were the times where the boys could get together, crash random lobbies, fish for the low skilled ones and then heavily level up their accounts.

Although tonight it looks like not a lot of people were free to troll or be trolled. Platform wise and party wise — tonight, it was just Eren, Connie and Jean on mic.

It’d gotten to that point of the game where no one really wanted to play anymore and so they were all idly waiting in their own party lobby.

Boredly scrolling through random Instagram filters and taking pictures with them, Eren sighed as he aimlessly sent them to the groupchat.

He hadn’t thought anything of it, usually the guys would open them and just heart emote it — or if they were feeling silly, use a poop or thumbs down emoji. But since he was on the mic already, Connie voiced his opinion aloud.

“Those filters make you look like yo’ mama!”

Not thinking much of it, Eren didn’t concentrate on the remark, but it’s when he heard Jean snickering in the back that he leaned forwards in his chair.

“Wait, Con. You talking ‘bout me?”

“Yeah, you! That shit you sent into the chat with all them filters on.”

Jean started laughing again but this time in joint with Connie. The two of them were cackling greasy laughs as their volume levels wobbled in and out.

“Awoogaaaa! Hellooo Mrs. Jaeger!” He wolfed into Eren’s ears.

The brunette’s face scrunched in annoyance.

Oh, so they were on piss tonight?

With a kiss of his teeth, Eren fixed his mic closer to his mouth so that his next words would come out crunchy on the other end.

“Ayo, at least I look like her. You don’t look like any of your folks. You sure you not adopted?”

Suddenly, the laughter ceased. With a grin on his face, Eren nodded as he sat back in his seat.

Yeah, that’ll teach em, he thinks.

However, Connie’s next words had dampened the mood even more.

“Bro, that shit ain’t cool. I don’t look like them because I am adopted.”

Eren’s face dropped.

There was an acute silence on the party channel.

A low “Fuuuuuck…” was heard in the background on Jean’s end. His channel went flat after the click of a mute button.

Slightly gobsmacked, Eren quickly laid a hand over his mouth before uncovering it and talking a lot more softly into his microphone piece.

“Ah. Shit, dawg. I’m sorry, I didn’t know—”

“Ha! Gotcha! I’m not adopted, bitch!”

Connie was once again bellowing within the chat. His laughter would have been infectious had he not tricked Eren into feeling sympathy for him with priorly insulting him and his mother.

Rolling his eyes, Eren retorted back.

“That’s not something to joke about though.”

“But that’s equally as reason why you can’t go round saying people look loaned.” He said back.

Eren made a confused face towards his television screen but to no one in particular.

“Loaned?! That’s an even worse way to put it!”

A click sounded within the party call which indicated the unmuting of Jean’s channel.

“Adopted people aren’t ‘loaned’, Connie. They’re legally under that guardian’s care as much as a biological child would be.”

Quickly accommodating to Jean’s admission of serious tone, Eren dropped the humorous attitude before bartering on his friend’s side.

“Yeah, you’re probably thinking of fostering. That’s the one where it’s just temporary stay.” Eren finished.

Thankfully understanding the change in tone, Connie’s voice sounded much lower as he hummed in understanding the concept.

“Ah, I get it.”

There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds. As party leader, Eren took the initiative to plunge the group into a lobby search without clarifying seeing as nothing else was being said.

Just as the game was loading in, Connie quietly said into the mic:

“You still look like your mama though.”

>> c0nnie_thec0nman69 was kicked from the voice chat. <<

[itsmaddieforreal]

FMAB / AoT Comparisons and Contrasts

I was holding off on making this post because I didn’t have enough evidence to compare EVERY aspect from both franchises, but I feel like I have enough evidence to at least explore the similarities between a majority of the main characters and a couple locations. That said, I reserve the right to make a second part to this post if I feel like it.

OKAY! SO!

Because I am an avid, hardcore fan of both Attack on Titan and Fullmetal Alchemist, I began to look compare and contrast characters from both series and oh my goodness the similarities are uncanny- like, y’all, I’m so convinced Isayama took inspiration from FMA, I’d be shocked if he didn’t.

Before I get into anything, I should point out that someone has made a couple of these observations already in a Reddit post, but I’m just adding onto these findings. Link to the OG post is below.

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED EITHER SHOW!!

Alright, so to start off in terms of characters, we’ve got Edward Elric and Eren Jaeger.

They’re both hot-tempered kids who lose their moms and see her suffer in horrific ways.

Their dads also technically walked out on them early on in their lives.

They also lose body parts but get them back at some point.

The deaths of their mothers trigger their character arcs, starting with how? Enlisting in the military.

Then there’s Winry Rockbell and Mikasa Ackerman:

Childhood friends/love interests whose parents died at a young age.

They care deeply about the protagonists.

They’re also terrifying when angry.

Alphonse Elric and Armin Arlert:

The blonde, smart, sensible characters who are almost always by the protagonists’ side.

Got an absolute GLOW-UP as they got older.

Trisha Elric and Carla Jaeger:

Mothers to the protagonists who have the signature “dead anime mom” hairstyle.

Died while the protagonists were young.

Their deaths prompted their sons’ character arcs. (If not the entirety of both series.)

Unaware of their husbands’ past.

Van Hohenheim and Grisha Jaeger:

Fathers to the protagonists who walk out on their families at an early age.

Both wear glasses and have somewhat? long hair.

Both were either directly or indirectly responsible for murder at some point.

Under the heel of a higher power too. (Grisha with Marley and Hohenheim with Xerxes.)

Jean Havoc and Jean Kirstein:

These are literally the same characters, just different shows.

Same first name, same haircut, same mannerisms, SAME ENGLISH VA-

Also kinda got a glow up as they got older.

Once again, if I had a nickel for every time Mike McFarland voiced a character named Jean with an undercut and playboy tendencies, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right??

Roy Mustang and Levi Ackerman:

The cool, collected and unbelievably badass heartthrobs with black hair and high military ranks.

Also terrifying when pissed off.

Riza Hawkeye and Hange Zoe:

The second in command that’s usually by their superior’s side.

Also unbelievably badass.

People may or may not ship them with their superior.

Erwin Smith and King Bradley:

I honestly could not find much similarities between these two except for the fact that they’re both leaders of their military division?

And they both die in the end I guess.

Maes Hughes and Marco Bodt:

The kind, gentle hearted ally of the protagonists who find out the truth about their enemies before anyone else and dies because of it.

Lust and Annie Leonhart:

Female antagonists that get dealt with early on in their series.

Capable of regeneration of their body.

Brings harm to the protagonist’s ally at one point. (Lust with Hughes and Annie with Marco.)

Gluttony and Bertholdt Hoover:

Male antagonists who are usually around or involved with their female partner one way or another (Bertholdt with Annie / Gluttony with Lust).

Care for their female partner a lot.

Both are killed by being eaten by someone (Bertholdt is eaten by Armin / Gluttony is eaten by Pride), but not before desperately crying out for their female partner (Bertholdt cries out for Annie / Gluttony cries out for Lust).

Scar and Reiner Braun:

Scorned men and enemies of the protagonist who eventually come after them to get revenge for their homeland(?).

Turn around and become good(?) in the end, fighting alongside the protagonists’ allies against a common but VERY different enemy (Reiner with Eren / Scar with Father).

Truth and Ymir Fritz:

Beings from another realm that interact with the protagonist one way or another.

Aid the protagonist realize their full potential, for better (Edward) and for worse (Eren).

Homunculi and Titan Shifters:

Mysterious beings with regenerative properties and unique powers.

Their powers can be transferred to new users if the previous users dies(?) (Ex. Greed with Ling / Eating a Titan Shifter as a pure Titan).

I swear I am not crazy, I just have an unhealthy obsession with both of these shows. Making a part two shortly.

OG Reddit post here:

[gingerel]

matchablossom | reunion

“Aren’t you nervous?”

The question surprises Kaoru.

“What am I supposed to be nervous about?” Kaoru asks, ducking his mother’s hand where she reaches out to fuss with his hair.

Her mouth purses, a disapproving flat line to which Kaoru is all too familiar a witness.

“Kojiro comes home in a few days.”

“I’m aware,” Kaoru says flatly. He is the one that told her, let her know he wouldn’t be able to make their usual lunch because he and Kojiro would be…something.

“You haven’t seen each other for a while now,” she reminds him.

Over a year. Between Kojiro’s work and training, and Kaoru setting up the studio. Around clients and applications, certifications and business loans; there simply hasn’t been enough time.

“We talk almost every day,” Kaoru says. A little. Some days more than others.

Time zones make it difficult, so more and more often their back and forth is via email. Maybe—occasionally—the responses are day after day. It’s fine. They’re adults, with responsibilities and places to be every day.

Doesn’t mean Kaoru particularly likes it though.

“What time does his plane land?” mothers asks.

Kaoru blinks. “I don’t—I’m not sure.”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

Kaoru shakes his head.

No, he didn’t.

Kaoru hadn’t thought about it before now. When Kojiro let him know his return date—a static filled message on Kaoru’s answering machine he still hasn’t deleted—Kaoru simply blocked out the day in his calendar and made sure Carla didn’t auto-fill any of that day with appointments.

“Well,” mother says. “I’m sure you’ll run into each other eventually.”

— — —

Kaoru leaves his schedule open, but he goes to the studio anyway. Better that, than lazing around his apartment wondering what moment exactly he and Kojiro start sharing a time zone again. It’s not like he doesn’t have any work to be getting on with, his day may be free, but his commissions list is currently full and using the day to get ahead will only benefit him in the long run.

The digital clock built into Carla’s dock ticks forward to 10:41 and Carla lights up, silently alerting him to a new email. Kaoru clicks onto it on autopilot but it’s not what he’s hoping for, and he simply flags it to be dealt with later and Carla takes over to move it into the right place.

10:42

10:43

10:44

Kaoru blinks away from the clock. He hates wasting time, but he just can’t settle into anything—

The door to his studio pops open, sticking slightly as it always does and Kaoru doesn’t have any appointments, but he reflexively stands anyway, so he can make a good impression.

His jeans don’t quite fit right, too loose around the thighs, but his shirt is so eye-wateringly bright Kaoru almost laughs out loud.

“Kojiro.”

He’s gotten so broad, and his hair is longer, curling up where it hangs just over the collar. Maybe Kaoru’s just forgotten what Kojiro looks like, but he seems different to the Kojiro that’s only existed in his mind.

“Hey,” Kojiro says, grinning, though he barely comes into the room, hovering near the door.

“You—when did your plane get in?” Kaoru asks.

“About an hour ago,” Kojiro says, words coming fast. “I dropped stuff at home then realised I didn’t know where you were, so I went to see your mom—” Kaoru winces and Kojiro’s next words are tinged with laughter. “—and she told me where to find you.”

“You—”

“The place looks great,” Kojiro rambles on. “It’s—really great.”

Kaoru swallows, from the corner of his eye he sees Carla light up again but ignores her.

“Thank you.”

For a long moment, they just stare at each other, and Kaoru has never been good at talking, or thinking of things to say to fill awkward silences. He’s never needed to be good, because Kojiro has always taken care of it on his behalf. Kaoru doesn’t know they’ve ever had an awkward silence with just the two of them before.

“Are you busy?” Kojiro asks. “I mean—I know you’re busy. But today—do you maybe have some time?”

Kaoru left his entire day free on the off chance he might get to see Kojiro, yet he makes himself tilt his head and pretend to think.

“I might be able to make some time,” Kaoru allows.

“Oh good,” Kojiro says, and his exhales adjust his posture into something much more familiar. “I’d offer to make you dinner tonight but, you know, I don’t have a kitchen right now.”

Kojiro fumbles in his pocket for his phone and Kaoru, without thinking, pads towards him, stepping out from behind his desk.

“We can go to S after,” Kojiro goes on and his excitement is palpable, his eagerness brighter and more engaging than the sun. “Is it tonight?”

“I—I don’t know,” Kaoru admits.

“You don’t know,” Kojiro echoes.

“I haven’t been for a while,” Kaoru admits. Kojiro’s face falls. “I’ve been busy,” Kaoru defends. “It’s not—I went without you.”

Wasn’t the same. Wasn’t much fun, but he did it. Every so often.

Kaoru doesn’t know when it happened but they’re close now. Kaoru is halfway to the door and Kojiro is all the way inside, his stature and his warmth filling up the place, making it seem more alive than it ever has been since Kaoru signed his name on the paperwork.

Kaoru swallows down another wave of awkwardness. It has no place here. Kojiro’s acting like they’ve never been apart, surely Kaoru can manage too. It’s what he wants.

“After what?” Kaoru asks.

“Huh?”

“We can go to S after: after what?” Kaoru clarifies.

“Oh,” Kojiro says laughing. “I think I’ve found the restaurant space I want to buy, but I can’t do it without your approval.”

“Yes, you can,” Kaoru blurts. It’s not like Kaoru has any financial stake in the business, he hasn’t signed over part of his inheritance to Kojiro as a loan or a gift.

Because Kojiro hasn’t asked.

Kojiro rolls his eyes. “Okay, I don’t want to.”

Kaoru doesn’t flinch, because he has more self-control than that but he’s almost thankful for the way Kojiro yanks him right in, hiding Kaoru’s face against his chest for covering what must be obvious surprise on his face. They’ve hugged a thousand times in their life and for all the differences—Kojiro is taller and broader, he smells different—Kojiro holds him exactly the same as he always did. Warm and strong, hand ruffling the back of Kaoru’s hair because he’s the only one whose ever been able to get away with that.

The suggestion Kojiro is about to pull back is minute, maybe no one but Kaoru would pick up on it, and it’s only that brief thought which gives Kaoru the courage to bring up his arms and hug back, to twist his fingers into striped linen of Kojiro’s shirt and prevent him pulling away.

“I’m back,” Kojiro whispers—a promise. His hand finds the back of Kaoru’s head again, fingers teasing amongst the strands but not ruffling of musing, just holding.

It’s a relief, more than Kaoru ever anticipated. He’s been alone, with Kojiro gone, his only friend—the only one he can trust—halfway around the world chasing a dream Kaoru can’t help fulfil.

Kaoru didn’t mind, or didn’t think he minded being alone, but now Kojiro is here, Kaoru can tell he’s hated it, that he’s been lonely, stressed, and anxious and everything that goes along with it.

“You’re back,” Kaoru echoes, clinging so tightly for a few seconds his fingers hurt. When he does step back Kojiro lets him go at once, eyes a little soft at the edges.

“Well come on then,” Kaoru sighs, lying through his teeth when he snaps, “We don’t have all day.”

[haggishlyhagging]

Jan - Jun 2023 Reading List:

Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. Dear Ijeawele, or, A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2017.

Adichie, Chimamanda Ngozi. We Should All Be Feminists. New York: Vintage Books, 2014.

Bartky, Sandra Lee. Femininity and Domination: Studies in the Phenomenology of Oppression. New York: Routledge, 1990.

Bittel, Carla. Mary Putnam Jacobi & The Politics of Medicine in Nineteenth-Century America. Chapel Hill: The University of North Carolina Press, 2009.

Bolen, Jean Shinoda. Goddesses in Everywoman: A New Psychology of Women. Perennial Library, n.d.

Brownmiller, Susan. Femininity. New York: Open Road Media, 2013.

Chesler, Phyllis. Women and Madness. Chicago: Lawrence Hill Books, 2018.

Christ, Carol P., and Judith Plaskow. Womanspirit Rising: A Feminist Reader in Religion. San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1979.

Daly, Mary. The Church and the Second Sex. New York: Harper Colophon Books, 1975.

Davis, Elizabeth Gould. The First Sex. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1971.

Doyle, Sady. Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers. Brooklyn: Melville House Publishing, 2019.

Dworkin, Andrea. Intercourse. New York: Basic Books, 2007.

Ehrenreich, Barbara, and Deirdre English. For Her Own Good: 150 Years of the Experts’ Advice to Women. Garden City, NY: Anchor Press, 1978.

Firestone, Shulamith. The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution. New York: William Morrow and Company, Inc., 1970.

Gowrinathan, Nimmi. Radicalizing Her: Why Women Choose Violence. Boston: Beacon Press, 2021.

Hawthorne, Susan. In Defence of Separatism. Mission Beach: Spinifex Press, 2019.

Jeffreys, Sheila. Anticlimax: A Feminist Perspective on the Sexual Revolution. Spinifex Press, 1990.

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Character list || Enticing

authors's note: hey everyone, here is the list of the actors that me and best friend thought that would fit best for each caracter of Enticing! I hope this helps.

masterlist

Y/N Y/L/N: as yourself :)

Harry Styles as Harry Styles

Manu Rios as Alessandro DeLuca || Harry's best friend

Miles Teller as Michael Aldridge || Harry's best friend

Regé-Jean Page as William Montgomery || Harry's best friend

Pierce Brosnan as Richard Styles || Harry's father

Carla Gugino as Jacqueline Styles || Harry's mother

Victoria Pedretti as Allison Styles || Harry's sister

John Krasinski as Nate Harrington || Harry's brother in law

Olivia Cooke as Valeria McCoy || Harry's ex- girlfriend

Asa Butterfield as Andrew Ryder || Harry's assistant

 Sam Claflin as Patrick Robbinson || Y/N's best friend

Alex Pettyfer as James Wright || Y/N's ex-boyfriend