#I AM SORRT

[levitiquee]

It'd been years after the war.

You no longer had to fight anymore.

The ODM bruises had started to fade as you don't have to tighten the straps anymore, so hard that they dug into your skin. You don't miss the familiar weight of the gas tanks and thunder spears around your waist.

No more recovering only the remains of your dead friend. No more running for your life. No more corpses, no more blood.

You don't miss that life.

You've found your peace, a life with Levi.

You would have never thought it was possible. Not just you and him, but the whole concept of it.

That finally, you can sleep peacefully, without being scared of an urgent call that a wall was broken through. Though you'd still have nightmares but still. And even then it was fine because you had Levi now, to help you get through it. You no longer hard to curl up to yourself and try to calm yourself down, hug a pillow and sob silently so none of your dormmates wake up. You had Levi now.

Or the mornings, you think. The odd sense of peace, the feeling of safety. You can wake up beside him and stay in bed for as long as you want. You don't have to get up and search for your uniform. There's no training to be late to. You just curl yourself around him and watch him sleep, peaceful. And you get to watch when he'd woke up, sleepy sleepy eyes peering through and then arms wrapping around you tighter. He looks so vulnerable then. But you're glad, you think. That he can sleep like that now. That he feels safe enough to, safe with you. His dark circles aren't so visible anymore and he doesn't look as tired as he used to. He still can't get a full rest, but the insomnia isn't that bad.

Life had changed. And for the best. Peace for him and peace for you.

But try as you may, and oh dear God did you try, you can't actually forget. Can't actually leave the life you had spent so many years living behind just like that.

No, the scars never faded.

Souvenirs, you think. Reminders etched into your skin, reminders of who you were and what you've done and all that you pray to forget.

Yours stopped bothering you at one point. It used to. Once. Severely.

You'd stare at the bruises on your thighs for hours or the livid pale slashes along your arms or your stomach. Rough knuckles and calloused fingertips, the constant usage of ODM had left marks there too.

It's more the memories than anything that comes with it.

You used to think, how could anyone possibly look at this marred mess you were and still love you?

Oh but Levi.

He never told you but you knew.

He thinks it's not enough. That he's not enough. That surely you deserve someone with all their fingers, and both their eyes.

And you think it's ridiculous.

But even now, after so many years, you'd sometimes catch a glimpse of him staring at himself into the mirror, fingers grazing his face.

The world had been so cruel to him. And he didn't know how to be kinder to himself.

Unlike you, who cried it out, he never learnt how to actually handle his emotions. So when it's one of those days, he merely shuts himself out. In his own dark little mind. And those days, you leave him alone, because he only curls into himself deeper if you try to get him out. And you learnt to give him space, for him to come out on his own. Though every inch of you wants to help him, but you don't know how.

And it was one of those days, you realized when you walked into the bathroom.

He was staring at the bathroom mirror, arms braced on the counter. So focused he didn't even hear you coming.

"Levi?" You called out gently.

He didn't answer, but his head tilts towards you, eyes shifting to meet yours. He only gives a slight nod.

"You... okay?"

"...yeah." He takes a moment but nods. "Fine."

And it was then you noticed how hard his fingers gripped onto the counter. And you noticed his expression, the look of guilt there. How he wouldn't even look at you properly.

Your heart hurt.

If only he understood.

You didn't say anything but walked towards him. And without a word, you slide on top of the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs. You locked your legs behind him, pulling him closer. He was startled but he didn't say anything, his eyes downcast.

There was so much pain inside those gray eyes.

"Levi." Your voice gentle, soft. "Look at me."

At that, he only tilted his head, looking further away from you, eyes darting sideways.

"No, look at me." You held his chin, turning his head towards you. He flinched at your touch, but you could see the resistance breaking under your gaze. The walls coming down.

With that, you held up your hair, tilting your head to show him a slash that went up to your neck.

"See this?"

He looked at you, confused. And without a word, you tugged on your t-shirt, taking off the clothing in one pull.

"What are you... doing?" He asked, warily. Eyes on your face. Even after so many years, he still got shy.

"No, eyes here lev." You said firmly. "See this?" You pointed at a scar along your elbow, then towards the bruises that ODM had left on your chest. " And this?"

He only stared at you, expression hard. His jaw tightened.

"Tell me Lev." You sighed.

"Does these repulse you? Creeps you out? Do you think they're ugly? Do they make you love me less? Or not at all?"

Levi looked horrified. He was immediately shaking your head, desperate to deny the words. How could you even think that?

"No." He said hastily, eyes wide. "No, what are you saying? Of course not—"

"So why on earth," You gently cupped his cheek, shushing him down. "Do you believe that yours makes me love you any less?"

Your thumb pressed along the scars on his cheek. They were white now, no longer blood red and livid on his skin as it was back when Hange stiched them up. You swallowed, pressing your forehead to his.

"What made you think," You whispered. "That these makes you worth any less levi? "

He didn't pull away, but he stiffened. His face hardened but there was a look of despair beneath his eyes. "That's not the same—''

"How is it any different?" You cut him out, your voice firm. "You tell me, I'm waiting."

He hesitated, staring at you. And then he looked down.

"...I'm crippled."

"Your point?"

"You deserve someone younger. Someone whole. Someone who's more than me."

"There's no one that's more than you levi."

"I'm damaged. "

"We'll fix it. I'll fix you. So, help me fix myself."

"I'll hurt you. I've already hurt you. I don't know how to be better than this. I don't know how to love someone. "

"You're the only person who have never hurt me. You make me feel more worthy than anyone else in this world ever could. And holy shit, if you can't," You whispered. "If you can't, let me. God, I'd love the shit out of you if you'd just let me. So fucking let me in Levi, don't push me away. Don't shut me out. You've done that enough in your lifetime."

And Levi was still. He was made out of stone. So hard, so rough, the edges so sharp. He tries to soften himself for you, but it goes against everything he ever taught himself his whole life and he doesn't know how to do that. He tries, but somehow it never feels enough. Not enough for you. And he wish he could believe that you didn't love him because you do and he could feel it. He can always feel it . Like the way you were looking at him and he felt so, so exposed.

It makes him feel guilty. Someone like you doesn't belong with someone like him. And he wishes, for once in your life, you'd stop looking at him like that so he could convice himself that you don't want him and he could walk away.

And he knows he makes you feel like you're not good enough, because he sees your sad expression when he locks himself out. But it's not you, he wants to tell you. God, you're fucking perfect and it's never you. It's him. He's the fucking problem. The space inside his head was so dark he was scared that just might be enough for you to leave.

But you. The tempt of it.

The warmth of you. You were all softness and gentless and goodness, so so kind to him and it makes him want to hold you tight and never let go again.

But somedays it gets so hard.

He isn't used to this. To show his feelings. To feel so bare in front of someone. Instinct doesn't let him.

He isn't used to feel so loved.

But he thinks he'd try. For you.

Because now that it's you, he doesn't know how to go back to a time there wasn't you.

"Levi?" Your voice pulls him out of his mind. Like you always did. His saving grace, his angel. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling you closer and he can hardly breathe.

"Don't give up on me, Levi." You whispered to his ears. "On you. On us."

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick @raginginferno267

[iamfabiloz]

plight of a transformers fan

[skipblebee]

ARE YOU GUYS EXCITED OR WHAT CUZ I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO EXPLODE

[pedropascalsx]

[michelle4eve]

Holy fuck

My social anxiety-

Please why do i have to have this??

@zehina @writingforstraykids and fucking everyone here

[aforgotto]

wait there's one more I forgot

[sangthael]

doomsday o clock…. can i know more about jay and / or tyler :) i like their designs (also “straight (gay)” made me laugh)

YAYYY DOOMSDAY OCLOCK neither jay nor tyler are as fleshed out as adrian and sparks are BUT they do have stories ❤️

jay was born in 1996 in america after his grandparents + parents immigrated from siberia in the 60s. he was born in california, in which his parents (and grandparents, who lived with him) relatively neglected him. his family held a conservative lifestyle, where his mother was a housewife who tended to jay and her husbands (judgmental) parents (jays grandparents) and his father was the money maker in control of most of the house’s food, money, status, etc. his father was an Unkind man, who would get loud and start arguments when he felt his place was being challenged. and since jay was the unwanted son, his father felt his status as man of the house was challenged regularly for the smallest things. jay, neglected by his mother (who really had no choice in the matter, she tried to placate her husband more than anything to take the focus off of jay) and abused by his father, started sneaking out in middle school, finding a small friend group at school to bring with him to shoplift as a scapegoat, and disregarding his own safety. this worsened the older he got, misdemeanors turning into criminal activity such as selling and doing drugs, underage drinking, breaking and entering, even fighting with police the few times he was caught. jay had landed in juvinele quite a few times, even spending several months alone in the detention center before (unwillingly) returning to his family. this pattern of behavior has led to his development and diagnosis of ASPD. his parents sent him off to psychiatric wards quite a few times, which resulted in his diagnosis when he was 19. he moved out of his parents house soon after and fled to the midwest (florence, kentucky) so his parents could no longer find him, and decided to spend his free time pursuing making indie/electronic music after consulting with a therapist to find healthy outlets, even going to a nearby community college and holding a job at a guitar center. (on that note his theme song is summertime! by jojomber :3)

when the apocalypse started, jay was relatively ruthless at 24 years old. full of energy and pent up anger and repressed trauma, he was a threat to everyone around him, infected or otherwise, especially since running out of his prescribed medication. soon enough, though, his episode ended, and he retreated into the corners of his now abandoned town. eventually, he’d found the local radio station, long since abandoned as well, and used scattered around manuals around the building to put the radio station back into use and into a functional home for himself. currently, jay uses it to play music, both recommendations and his own original songs, and tell surrounding communities or individuals with radios about the weather, incoming shipments of fresh food or supplies from out of the local area, the movement of zombie hordes, etc. because of his usefulness to the surrounding people, he’s been generally deemed useful and a neutral party to both sides, uninvolved in fights or battles or other disputes. bexley (adrian) even supplies him with ssri’s when possible, while both communities give him food and other supplies to keep him alive. he houses people in his station sometimes as well, making the acquaintance of sophie and lance quite a few times :)

ANDDD TYLER TIME i dont own tyler but this is what i got from his creator :D

tyler was raised by your typical evangelical christian family who seemed relatively normal on the outside, but his parents were in truth relatively controlling. while not entirely strict, they liked to control what tyler did in terms of identity and career path, which led to tyler playing football for a lot of his life in high school (with parker). tyler trailed parker for a lot of their high school years, hiding his true feelings and sticking to his side as a side-kick in parker’s endeavors. when the apocalypse started, tyler fled the city of chicago. guilt eventually drove him back to search for parker, but parker was long since gone, deeper in the south by then. tyler spent a lot of his time searching for parker in the apocalypse, usually isolated and avoiding others, until he found himself in sophie’s cabin. he was not above eating human meat by then, which sophie warned him some meals she makes may include some, since animal meat was scarce in the apocalypse, and he’d agreed to it. and, after this delicious meal tyler had eaten, whose corpse does he find dismembered in sophie’s tool shed but parker’s?

the realization tyler had eaten parts of his longtime friend (crush?) ruins him inside and out. sophie realizes what must have happened and apologizes to tyler and tries her best to comfort him, but tyler, obviously freaking the fuck out, flinches away from her and runs. he doesn’t touch meat again after that, traumatized by night terrors and overwhelmingnausea upon even thinking about it.

tyler survives the rest of the apocalypse (somehow), entirely in a fugue state, and lands himself in the same government facility as sparks. sparks comforts him, spends sleepless nights with him, takes care of him, and helps tyler accept himself and what had happened so long ago. they get together and love each other very much :)

[shootingsun]

Shinigami eyes canonically can't be seen by other people so my headcanon is that the eyes look red to the user and only the user

So, now that this has been established, I present to you, 10 year old Beyond Birthday in French class;

"J'ai les yeux rouges,"

"Backup, tes yeux sont verts, tu dis 'mes yeux sont verts'."

"Tu ne penses pas que je sais à quoi ressemblent mes propres yeux?"

[kiiraes]

Bdoubleo100 from hermitcraft for the character thing

[cloudsmovelikeawraith]

mikeeyyyyy mikey mikeyway michael fucking way mike emical romance mikey mike mr romance mikeykkykykyky

[haganez]

akira is holding the glove. akechi appears behind him saying why do you keep doing this to yourself it’s stupid. akira says because i miss you. akechi says back that there is no “me” to miss. there never was. panel shows where akechi was again but there’s no one there

[destinian]

heehoo

Once upon a time, four simple Fire Emblems were going about their day in the sewer, a place where Fire Emblems are normally found. Suddenly, BANGBOOM! Daredevil got hit by a car full of ooze and it turned him into a Daredevil. Some of the ooze splashed onto the Fire Emblems because it was New York in the 80s what were they gonna do, care about environmental contamination? Of course not.  So the Fire Emblems suddenly mutated into teenage ninjas.

Uhhh Marth or whoever was the leader, another Marth does machines, Marth Number 3 was cool but rude, and Michelangelo was a party dude. He was still Michelangelo because why not. They were adopted by a rat named Splinter who was not mutated by the ooze but was just an already smart rat in a bathrobe who used to live in Japan. They loved to eat pizza and hang out with their yellow-coated friend April O’Neill who was a reporter and their other friend Casey Jones who was hockey.

They all liked to fight Shredder because he was bad until one day when Casey Jones murdered him in cold blood.  Then they went back in time to feudal Japan for awhile. One of the Marths tried to eat a manhole cover that they thought was a pizza and its teeth fell out. Then I guess the Fire Emblems in Time became the Fire Emblems Out of Time because presumably they came back from feudal Japan.

The movie Surf Ninjas is a movie about a kid who surfs and is a ninja. The Ninja Turtles are not involved.

Once they came back from time, the Fire Emblems beat up Krang who is a brain that lives inside of Stretch Armstrong. They beat him up because they are mean.  Sometimes they break up because Marth Number 3 is too cool and too rude to hang out with, but it always comes back I guess.  The second Marth invented a statue of David wearing a slutty little hats and slutty little boots.

my sister wrote this and made me promise to put it on my website

[homiebromantic]

I need to start being insufferable about how queer i am i have let these cisgender amatonormative hoes talk over me too long

[bunnyfella]

Being glad there are lots of "today's lucky 10k" people learning something versus FCUKING RADIO STATION SHOOSTS BEEING FFFFFFFUCKING ANNOYEING

[sick-as-a-dog]

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[luminescentturtle]

“we’re not some prisoners for you to toy with like… like…” “like a bunch of toy prisoners!” “yes! thank you, lance!”