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fuck i thinki accidentally reblogged something before typing up a reply  whoops

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Will The Circle Be Unbroken - Troy Baker (Booker DeWitt) and Courtnee Draper (Elizabeth)

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I like drawing hanji wearing sweaters c:

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Art from:LOG

Artist:のりた

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Meaningless words and dreams that would never be were often exchanged between the two on days like this. “They are.” Having little to do often gave the mind an opportunity to wander— too much for one’s own good at that.

"Levi, why can’t we be birds?"

Sure, they soared through the skies like birds all the time, blades in their hands and freedom’s wings on their backs, but for once, it would be nice to just… Fly. To fly with no purpose, to fly for no reason other than ‘I just felt like it.’ To not have to worry about what’s coming behind you, only focusing on the view around you.

But of course, such thoughts were nothing but silly and unrealistic.

“I wish I could fly, I'd fly far away from here.”

Restless afternoons would be spent like this. After failed missions, they had a deserved rest, and a little chat. Sometimes they would dream about distant places together, about freedom and the world outside. Sometimes Levi wouldn’t know what to tell her. “I know… I fucking know. Bird are so fucking lucky, aren’t they?” 

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We’re not good people anymore.

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Pulling the proof card on me now, are you? Wow. And I dunno, maybe you enjoy wearing women's footwear? Or maybe Erwin enjoys you wearing them. [A snicker.]

theabnormalsquadleader replied to your post: theabnormalsquadleader said:”What…

Oh, I know there’s things in there. Like those high heels. Those are certainly in there.

You have no proof. Also what the hell would I be doing with women’s footwear? Sniffing them? I’m not gross like Mike.

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How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox 20 I believe the world is burning to the ground Oh well, I guess we’re gonna find out Let’s see how far we’ve come

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continued from here: x

[TEXT: Oldie No. 2]: if u were down here

[TEXT: Oldie No. 2]: imagien h ow much more fun things wuold be

[ TEXT: Zoo-Zoe ]  What if you weren’t completely drunk right now

[ TEXT: Zoo-Zoe ]  Imagine how easy my job would be

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3. A drunken text

[TEXT: Oldie No. 2]: erwin

[TEXT: Oldie No. 2]: wh at if titans were vegitarean

[TEXT: Oldie No. 2]: imagine how ea esy our job swould be

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ナナバさんフォオオオオオオ by くろ烏 

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Finish this phrase in my askbox: "What's with the...?"

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please help me remember what    'h u m a n'   felt like

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"It's been a privilege knowing you."

    “Don’t fucking sound like you’re dead already.” Teeth gritted, he manages to hoist the scientist upright, propping their body against a nearby tree for support. There were yells and screams in the distance, and it was a wonder he even managed to carry them so far away from the carnage before running out of gas.

    There’s nothing he can do.

    He sits in front of them, watching them slowly fade away from his grip in silence. Each soldier knew it, how this was the end—and there was nothing either of them could do. All he wanted to do was just sit and depart with Hanji, not give a single fuck about whoever else might need him. Yet…he knows that’s not what they would want.

    As the time ticks by, their breathing begins to slow, and he begins to feel heavier and heavier. Finally, he sits across from them, hugging his knees as he stares at them. He has to go, he has to get out of here. “…I’ll keep going for you.” the male murmurs, uncurling himself as he reaches across—and begins to tear off their badge. When it’s finally free, he tucks it into his inner pocket, and removes the two gas tanks on their gear.

    “I’ll see you soon.”