#MAAAAANNNNNNNNN

[moonspirit]

Ok, since we are talking about toxic aruani:

Babytrapper Armin, who so so desperately wants to make sure that annie is forever and always by his side because she makes him feel finally good enough. Babytrapper armin who needs someone to need him, so he does the one thing that forever ties one person to another

(He would never do this but since we are on the subject… xD)

[N/SFW]

Boi.

Basically Manipulative!Armin with a breeding kink(?) xD

That's quite dark, but interesting! In such a scenario he'd want to tie Annie down with a child because then she's less likely to just up and leave him? Especially for the baby's sake, because the child would need a father and mother. Would Annie really want to give the child a broken home? Would she want to make him/her fatherless? Would she be happy watching her child grow up struggling to form connections because his/her parents have a destroyed relationship? Would she really want to make her child shuttle between home to home?

No? Then please, Annie. You have to stay.

And that results in her never being able to leave him, giving him exactly what he wants - her always by her side.

[xamaxenta]

Everyone needs to go look at @/_2256197 s (Twitter) Sabo art RIGHT NO LW FUCKENME

[ryllen]

it's actually a place with luxury where you can watch the sunset without obstruction each passing day

also my favorite unsuur quote, i did get teary eyes over this

[thebleedingeffect]

Hannibal is so fucking wild cause he'll really be like, oh my adoptive daughter is thinking about making a book detailing her perspective of her father's crimes? How about I manipulate the entire situation and make her ever fear telling any sort of truth because she can feel the world crushing her on all sides and she can't trust anyone but the one who orchestrated her ultimate downfall. Anyway I will end up killing said adoptive daughter and stabbing my supposed fellow husband and putting him a mental facility, somehow I regret the husband thing more than anything else

[meatriarch]

@johnnysslaughter

it has been five months. it marks the occasion, circled on calendar in blue ink -- information that he had obtained some time ago, prior, in conversation. in other conversations that he overhears, particularly at the hewitts, where he overhears between the ladies. luda had made them chocolate chip cookies that day, he remembers -- maria was thankful & they ended up having a tangent about sweets. while he didn't butt in, it became useful information for now. it was her birthday. he had went out, as soon as he saw his mother take off to who-knows-where, & got her a couple things. it was silly. he could imagine the nagging his ma would give to him. it wasn't anything fancy. he couldn't afford it. but, it was something. he had tried to make the little table in his shack presented better -- freshly cleaned, the curtains pulled over to let the sunshine in. a chocolate cake, on the smaller side, but enough for the two of them for a couple of days, sat center. next to it, a small bouquet of flowers from the farm that were ready to be plucked. & last, a small rabbit plush that sat in her seat for her to pick up -- something about it calling her name when he saw it, he'd say. there were two plates on each side & a set of silverware. one plate reserved for the cake, the other chalked full with lunch. opted for some vegetables for sides, found some nice beef he could make something out of. he sat a 6 pack of beer onto the table, along with some water. choices. everything was ready. when it was ready, he started the descend into the basement, moving rug covering the drop-down aside. took him no time to get down & find the cell she was in. the cold, silent cell -- unknown to what little of his ma's hallucinogens have made its way. he removes the key from his pocket, his head tilting.

❛ y' comin' upstairs with me for a minute, ❜ he made his expression hard to read, on purpose. never knowing of what it was that he wanted to take her to go do. he walks closer to her, bending down to unlock the locks with the key, standing back up, offering his hand to help her up. he stays behind her, a hand that lingers on her shoulder, sticking close. tempting to mention how she should know the way by now, with her escape attempts -- opts not to. hand removes from her shoulder when they get to the ladder, he watches her ascend the latter, slower, & he follows when there's enough room for both of them. when she gets to the top, she stands, waiting, him speeding his ascend up the ladder. a soft nod is given to her, letting himself go ahead of her, to lead her into the general living area of the shack -- his eyes falling to the table all set up. the steam was still going on the freshly cooked lunch. a smile comes to his lips, his head turns to look at maria, to gauge her expression. he opts to wrap an arm around her, to take her in closer, let her see what was all before her. he gives her a moment to figure it out. waits until her head turns to look at him, confused. ❛ happy birthday, babygirl, ❜ he simply says, moving to pull out her chair, bending to lift the plush to give to her, welcoming her to have a seat, him to push her chair in when she sits before he rounds the table to his spot, taking himself a seat. ❛ i know it ain't much. ❜

it was always a guessing game, when she'd hear that jingle of keys from the other side of the cell door — of what he came down there for. what he wanted her to do, where he wanted to take her. in the weeks she's been there, with him, maria — in spite of growing used to this new routine, this new normal of him coming and going. bringing her food and drink, taking her out to the house on the property, inside when his mother was out to get cleaned up — there still nestled knots and frays that coiled in her gut every time she spotted that shadowed figure of him through the small gaps in the door.

he never hurt her — for that, she was thankful. ( she's seen what he can do to a person . . . )

today was like all the others that ticked on before it. the jolt and bristle, instinctively, upon realizing he was just outside of the cell he kept her in, silent he can so easily be, left her in shock every time he seemingly appeared from thin air. she's grown to realize — in spite of the lingering drives in her from time to time to escape — that complying without fuss brought her to a better standing with johnny, and today felt best to simply listen and do.

and so when his voice calls out that she's going up, out of the basement, into the small shack overhead? she listens. offers out restraints with a small nod of understanding, let's him unlock and drop them, and leaves the cell, climbs up the ladder up into shack without complaint. eyes follow him as he comes up after her, standing beside the opening in the floor, and trails behind him as he makes his way into the shack itself, pausing when he suddenly does, and eyes fall on the little scene ahead of them—

uncertainty in her features fade into surprise, as gaze takes in and registers what shes looking at — the flowers, the cake, the plated food — the little rabbit sitting on the chair—

flinch doesn't come over her, this time, when the weight of his arm goes around her, draws her closer to him. thoughts fizzing in and out, confusion settling in, eyes flick over to calendar on the wall, but she's no idea what day its meant to be, she's been here so long—

it's august already?

head whips up to look at him, and no doubt she looks entirely lost when she meets his eyes, and starts to open mouth to question what he brought her up there for, when his voice fills the air, and her stomach drops down into the pit of her gut — eyes widening, stunned on different fronts—

five months she's been here, with him? its august— i'm twenty-two now? he knows my birthday? when did he—

she moves without thinking, really — sitting herself down when he goes to pull chair out, holding plushed rabbit out to her. her confusion melts little by little, and moreso as she slowly accepts the soft little thing, cradling it in her hands. its little beady eyes looking up at her, soft to the touch. words seem lost to her as a baseline of television buzzing rings in her ears lowly. eyes flickering from the rabbit in her hands, to the plate set in front of her, to the cake, to the flowers blooming colors. confusion continues to melt away, tick by tick of the clock, his voice sounding out, it ain't much, he says—

— and yet, to someone who has virtually nothing anymore . . . ?

this was everything—

rabbit is held closer to herself. comforting, the little thing is. theres a sting in her eyes, along the bridge of nose, as the edges of vision haze as saltwater draws itself in. theres a tremble, beneath lower lip, that she does her best to stifle. he had no reason at all to do any of this. to even think of such a day, remember it. mark it down, even. yet he did—

her head finally gives a small shake, and she swallows down the urge in her to want to cry. maria didn't think she would have lived to see her twenty-second — let alone, have it celebrated in any way. a tear streaks itself down cheek, and quickly she goes to swipe it away, flustering as she stammers out, finding her voice finally, " i - i'm sorry— th - thank you, i didn't . . . i didn't even realize it was, i mean, you didn't need to— "

what can one even say? the words feel foreign, strange, tumbling out of her as she scrambles for some kind of response to him — rabbit still clutched close to herself — a comfort she didn't realize she needed. it was like her childhood stuffed rabbit, long forgotten, by now, back at her apartment . . .

" i - i don't— i don't really know what to say, i - i'm sorry, " another tear, two, three, make their way down her cheeks, and again, each is quickly swept away by fingertips, looks across the table at him again, " t - thank you, johnny— " and she means it, truly. its small, yes — a simple little gesture. the flowers, the rabbit, the cake — but . . . its the fact, underlying each of those, that he even took the time and effort to remember at all, when he had no real reason to—

maria's eyes drop from him down to the rabbits little face, and a smile start to play at the corners of her mouth at it. its something — even if small. " she's so cute, i love her — thank you. " hazels lift again to meet his, and briefly, smile grows, shows little dimples at either side of her lips.

[dougiejack]

DOUGLAS??????

[pawziwu]

love me like a MAN i want a MAN A MAN A MAN A MAN A MAAAAANNNNNNNNN

[squid-ichorous]

this sounds so like... jackassery ungrateful gifted kid burnout w/e etc etc etc but i took an IQ test at the psych today as part of my screenings for SSI and at the end the dr was like “wow you’re really bright :)” which aside from the MASSIVE problems of IQ tests just left me feeling like thanks but that’s literally just stuff i’ve managed to cram into my brain for fuck knows whatever reason please don’t let that color your assessments i don’t want to be smart and poor i want to be a human being that can buy their own toothpaste

idk i’ve gotten a lot of compliments about my intellect over the years (BARF BRAG LMAO) and it just means absolutely nothing to me. like it’s kind of someone to say and sure i like feeling smart but i would also like to do my own laundry and look a stranger in the eye without feeling like crying u know

also the things i’m horrible at have historically counterbalanced things i’m actually skilled in so i was just too ND to qualify for any kind of gifted/AP class so i just don’t caaaaaare maaaaannnnnnnnn!!!!!! what does it actually meeeannnn!!!

[buldakdrama]

This maaaaannnnnnnnn!!!!

[government-toppats]

I think ye forgot that I'm a pirate lass but fine, I'll play by yer rules *pulls out the cutlass and glares her down*

Patty stares down pirate anon and then dodges out of Riddles attack with her heelies.

“Haha, you two are going to need so bold action if you want to defeat me.” 

Just then you all three turn to someone yelling. That is when you see Henry pushing Charles fast on his own Heelies and him holding Ellie who has her stop sign ready to smack. 

“I AM THE BOLD ACTION MAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!!” Charles yells as Ellie hits Patty in the gut with you stop sign. 

She is pushed back and hit the ground really hard. She is not getting back from that

Now just one more to deal with 

[ktheaven]

everything about Jungkook's broadcast was perfect ♡

[8a8y]

CS:GO IT TOOK MY CS:GO SHIT MAAAAANNNNNNNNN

steam just ate like 60 of my achievements from my total count?

[pmvstump]

Am I a maaaaannnnnnnnn or am I a muppet

you are. a Good.

[ripcord]

Maaaaannnnnnnnn https://www.instagram.com/p/B1mtqtgBsC4/?igshid=1psey943aw77w

[littlebuckbuck]

I want to marry this MAAAAANNNNNNNNN

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