#gee 💙

[youre-ackermine]

- This post is personal -

I'd like to give a big shout-out to my friends (you all know why 🥺)

@the-milk-anon Milk (my Beloved Waifu) ❤️

@happybird16 Tay 🤍

@theferricfox Andrea 🧡

@jayteacups Jay 💜

@levmada Gee 💙

@sckerman Suki 💚

❤️❤️❤️ I love & admire you all so much ❤️❤️❤️

[elviehun]

heard it's someone's special day today

HAPPY TENTH🥹🥹 GORGEOUS LITTLE GIRL

HOW are you already 10, that's clearly a scam 🥹 AAAAAAAAA

You're perfect and beautiful and will always be famous to me 🥹

(+you are the ONLY reason I don't hate my birthdays as much as I did pre 2014 anymore. The best thing I can share it with is You 🩷💙🥰🤗)

[youre-ackermine]

Everytime I read the manga & watch the anime (specifically talking about the openings/endings here) we can find new hints, new topics to brainrot about & this is what makes SNK an amazing masterpiece. The intricacies of the plot, the complex relationships between the different characters (ships aside), the hints left here & there by Isayama, everything leads to the most interesting manga/anime work of the decade [only my opinion btw].

We are aware that Levi & Erwin could not possibly have met when they were kids but what Isabel says in ACWNR (& Levi's answer) still intrigues me: it's like she implies Levi lived aboveground before. I don't know what people think of it. Maybe I'm overthinking this, maybe the translation's not accurate. But I still have this in mind.

*****

I feel so sad for Erwin who carried the burden of guilt all his life long, his relentless search to prove his father's theory right being a way to make up for his death. Levi never failed to show unwavering support, his presence & help constantly bringing Erwin's goal forward & closer to its achievement.

*this doesn’t need to be read as a ship post

just thinking again about how Erwin and Levi in the manga are pictured to have crossed paths as children when that can’t be possible - as no regrets was definitely the first time they met. and during no regrets was also the first time Levi went aboveground.

i don’t think it’s a timeloop. it can’t be coincidental, i REALLY think that. because Levi is apparently there for the question Erwin asked his father that altered the course of his life.

i’m pretty certain isayama discussed this before in an interview (i might rb with proof later is someone is interested), but anyway, in the grand scheme of their lives Erwin and Levi really knew each other in a short length of time (6ish years?).

and by the way kid!erwin is portrayed and his seeming detachment emotionally in general?—he was probably a lonely kid. always had his head in a book, obviously, and felt alienated due to his attitude towards learning about their world versus others.

(and, Erwin was alone at his father’s funeral. rip.)

but so you see, Levi’s presence is so intertwined with his goals and dreams of the outside world, not only because Erwin believes they can’t ever achieve those goals and dreams without Levi’s strength, but also because Erwin trusts Levi; as in Levi is the only person *from the point they met at least* he trusts in not only so much of a personal way, but Levi is the only person Erwin fully trusts. we don’t ever see Erwin nearly as relaxed with anyone as much as Levi (for instance, the scene when Erwin woke up from his coma).

and because of their close relationship, for a lonely person like Erwin looking back at his memories, it would make complete sense in my mind that he would subconsciously mis-remember Levi being there because, well, he wanted him to be there, because Levi trusts and supports him, and Erwin relies on Levi in many ways (“the last bastion of erwin’s humanity” hello. “i really rely on you, levi” hi.)

i think the way it’s stylized in the s3 intro supports my theory. it doesn’t look… as though it’s a plot thing that happened like EMA’s parts of the intro are. seeing how s3 also delves into Levi’s and Erwin’s pasts (no hange though😔), that gives me double reason to believe them walking past each other is more of an analogy, and how close they are.

plus. i think it’s easier for Erwin to rationalize his guilt and immorality if, with Levi’s presence, his life that followed feels like it was all “a part of his plan”.

[steel-nemesis]

He's got loot! :]

[mobblespsycho100]

Kabru has OSDD-1A headcanon propaganda:

he just does !!! ( source: Trust Us . aka me and my cool fellow system mutual @eliias-bouchard 💙) ☝️🤓 his neurodivergent ass be on the dissociative disorders spectrum ...

[ID: A screenshot from Dungeon Meshi episode 21 where Kabru stands atop a pile of dead monsters and has his sword out. He looks stern and there is light showing / focusing on him. /End ID]

[malewifetouya]

“The feminist in me leaves when Dabi-“ actually the feminist in me increases because he respects women

[elaratyrell]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better🌹💕

Thank you Gee 💖

[konan-supernova]

I saw that you reblogged the post about migraines from me, and as a fellow migraine-haver I just wanted you to know that I’m happy to listen or help if you ever need it! Hope you have a nice day ☺️

Thank you, I appreciate that a lot!! 💙 Honestly, I hadn't considered before that getting regular headaches might not be such a normal thing lol

[nocturnalghoul]

are clay's stockings fishnets or 15-denier?

Oh wow, @askingforthesun your boy? In My Askbox? What a fun field trip for him, I hope he has fun while he’s here Mal.

Well you know that depends on the situation. Clay is a man of variety and also oh so willing to play to other’s preferences.

Thoughts and shitty 30 second edits below the cut:

For instance Omega prefers the 15-denier on him because his claws get stuck and tangled weird in the fishnets. I mean, they get caught in the other stockings too, just in a much more satisfying way. Clay comes running to Megs to play sexy doctor a lot and getting to tear runs in the stockings is like an extra reward. (Not that the extra enticement is needed, but Clay has NICE legs and oh boy is it appreciated.)

Other people and other times is a completely different story.

There are times Clay genuinely helps around the library… and then there are times where he sneaks off to ‘help’ Deo. Ya know just being so kind and coming in to bring him something, and oh while he’s here he might as well dust these old shelves and oh what’s that beneath his big coat?

Oh it’s him in a sexy maid outfit and fishnets, WHAT A COINCIDENCE.

Imperator also enjoys the fishnets for GRIP… she ends up ripping a lot as well

Long story still pretty long:

Whoever runs the treasury for the abbey has some serious financial decisions to wrestle with

[yikes-00]

💌

GEE!!! Where to start. I love riffing ideas with you and that’s probably my saddest thing is that I’m not in the GC riffing with you as much. I love how supportive you are of not just me but of everyone around you and how you remember peeps ideas and give them shout outs. I love that your ideas for fics and your writing (you just gotta believe in yourself). Miss you!!💙

[duckmorganduck]

it's not podtober.........

okay FUN FACT!!!!! i headcanon that mariana has cerebral palsy. or ENVISION her with!! vise versa

so introducing some mariana art over the past few days ALLLL cerebral palsy themed 💙

I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A LIMIT FOR IMAGES we had just enough for the comic do not fear (we didn't have enough actually i combined some frames)

gee willikers this post is tall

BYE MARIANA ILY 💚

lyt reader ty for viewing :-)

[youre-ackermine]

THANK YOU SO MUCH GEEEEE!!!!

Hey Gee 💙

OMG Congrats on 2500 followers!! You deserve this so much!!!

May I request some smutty canonverse Levihan [no surprise here, of course ;) ] with:

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. 

No need to say you can add hurt/comfort to the equation 😏

Thank you so much!!

Sending love & best wishes your way 🫂💙

val frjigrjtgitjer that kitty levi gif was watching me the whole time i was writing (amazing moral support). thank you so much!!! (hurt comfort will be served)

as a general note, sorry i've dropped off the face of the earth a little. ive been writing a shit ton, but because my mental health has been utter garbage lol

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. 

//canonverse, after the reiss (fatass titan) fight, banter, nb/afab hange, smut at the end, some description of minor injury (including stitches) | 1.0k

participate in my event here!

“Right. Let me guess, you were planning on doing it ‘later’, but then you heard me coming and that’s why that shit is spilled everywhere.”

Hange’s office is clean, by their standards. It's their lab that's suffered in Hange's stubborn haste to dissect the Reiss family's secrets despite the nasty injury they sustained when fighting Kenny's squad.

They finally came up to their office this afternoon to catch up on routine paper-pushing. A few books scattered unceremoniously across their desk, the organized mess it usually is, on top of the inkwell that needs refilling.

They sit on the couch pushed up against the side wall, a lantern and the gutted contents of a first-aid kid laid out on the coffee table in front of them.

Hange themself doesn't look too bad, besides frazzled to see him here. He can smell that they showered earlier, on top of their fluffy hair in its un-brushed, undone state. One strap of their camisole has fallen off their shoulder, the side bandaged where their shoulder meets their chest.

Finally they let out a big sigh. "Maybe. The question is, did you come to embarrass me, or embarrass me and make sure I don't die from my clearly fatal injury."

Levi is nonplussed. “Infections are fatal.”

They groan. “Then I’m pretty sure I’m fine.”

“Pretty sure, huh?”

Levi pushes off the doorway, and shuts it on his way over to them.

Them, resigned to their fate, scoots to make room so he can make a place at the table to sit down.

He begins picking out the supplies he needs: gauze, tape, and disinfectant solution. It's not complicated, but he knows what it is to see it as a chore.

"Alright," he murmurs. "Come here."

"Fine fine," they titter.

They sit next to him, angled a little so he has easy access to the injury. Though it'd be easier, they balance their weight not on the table, but above his knee.

He doesn't point it out. Doesn't want to. Everyone's been busy reeling and planning for the expedition to seal Wall Maria once and for all. He'd be lying if he said he was just wandering the halls and decided to show up.

Their eyes meet as he places his hands on Hange's waist, and hooks his fingers under the hems to get it off, a little slower than necessary. With the knowledge that their arm is sore—though they won't show it—he braces their bare bicep as he peels the stretchy material off and over their head. He folds it neatly before resting it beside him.

They're binding their chest. Knowing Hange, it's practically guaranteed they haven't taken a break in a while. And them knowing Levi, they've got the bandages halfway unraveled before he joins them. Their fingers brush more than once. Hange's are warm.

That done, their heavy breasts spill out from the material. They try to mask their relief as always, but they're easy to read.

He rolls the bandages up with efficient neatness, intentionally ignoring their nudity despite the tension between them growing palpable. He's not finished yet.

The wound sits just underneath their pronounced collarbones, where their sun-kissed skin is a touch more pale. His palm lays not on their shoulder, but the space between their breasts to brace them as he peels off the old tape, along with the gauze.

Not too bad. The black squiggle of stitches is surrounding by a mild pink, it's healing, and not radiating any heat indicative of infection.

Their gazes again meet. There's a gleam to Hange's brown eyes that make it hard to break. "Not bad."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Nope," he lies, just to be coy.

"Mhm... It's okay. I see how much you care."

He worries the inside of his cheek with his teeth as he spreads the gel and tapes the gauze. Their touch is creeping up his inner thigh, but no closer, warming up desire deep in his core.

He puts the supplies away. Just as the kit clicks shut, for the first time he can't swallow a small huff as their hand locks on his belt buckle. They both know he's hard.

It's when he's finished up and pretending to inspect his work for mistakes that Hange leans in, their lips brushing up against his neck. He brings his hand up, carding his fingers through their hair, pushing them to kiss his neck properly. His eyes flutter. It really has been a while since they've found the time to be alone like this, and it shows in the both of them's barely restrained advances.

His other hand slides up their waist and closes on their breast, half-stroking their hard nipple, half-simply appreciating its weight and warmth.

It feels like they come to an agreement without speaking a word, ending in Levi pulling them closer. The sound of his belt buckle clinking is loud, and his whine as their teeth scrape his neck.

"Hange," he whispers on bated breath.

"Levi."

That's the breaking point. They drag him forward by his hair and crashes their lips together, immediately parting for their tongue to lap hungrily into his mouth. He groans.

That's not enough for long, and Hange throws their arms around him, bringing them both falling backwards onto the couch. They moan down his throat as his weight comes crashing down.

They barely manage to separate for the second it takes for him to tear his shirt over his head, or the shift apart to get Hange's fucking pants off.

They toss them away, while Levi's already kissing his way down their body with just enough pressure to tease, but with none of the patience he's usually capable of maintaining. Not with the way Hange's pulling his hair, guiding his head down.

He skips their thighs entirely, instead hoisting their legs over his shoulders so he can practically taste the heat from their wet pussy, their swollen clit peeking from between their lips.

He groans, and goes down to taste them for himself.

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[chelsiegeorgia]

Gee I wonder what movie I've been watching 💙❤️

[frudoo]

I'm actually crying a bit as I write this, I went out today and didn't realize that I chub rubbed a hole through the thighs of my jeans... On each fucking side... Realized it while I was in the middle of the store, could I get the 141 boys reactions to being out with their girl and this situation occurs? I'm so utterly mortified and humiliated right now and this is the only thing I could think to cheer me up. Thank you for reading this 💙

Aww sugar :( that's no fun. I hope you're feeling better, and that you treated yourself to a new pair!

Warnings: Slight mention of weight gain (in an affectionate way), fem!reader.

Kyle Garrick:

     You’re walking hand-in-hand with Kyle along the mall when you feel the slight sting on the insides of your thighs. When you stop walking, Kyle immediately turns around to see what’s going on, his heart already pounding when he sees the concern on your face. He backs you against the wall and blocks you from everyone else’s prying eyes so you can do whatever it is you’re doing more comfortably.

     “Wha’s wrong, dove? Did ya start?” He asks softly as you examine the rips in your jeans. 

     “No,” you sniffle, chest starting to heave with embarrassment. “No, I- my jeans are ripped.”

     “Aw, poor thing. Let’s go get ya a new pair, or four, hm?” Kyle grins, tilting your chin up. “No tears, my baby, s’normal. We’re already at the mall, anyway.”

     You nod and sniffle, smiling against his lips when he leans down to kiss you tenderly.

     “There’s my girl. C’mon, let me spoil ya.”

     John Price:

     Grocery day is already stressful enough, so when you feel the hems on the inside of your jeans burst and your skin getting raw, you break out in a fit of anxious, irritated sobs. John hears your voice and comes running over, narrowed eyes scanning your aisle and the areas around it for any reason you might be so upset. Finding nobody, he relaxes a bit, turning you to face him and massaging your shoulders gently.

     “What’s got you so down, darlin’?” He asks softly, voice dripping with concern.

     “My fucking jeans,” you hiss, lifting one leg onto the bottom of your shopping cart to expose the tears to him.

     “You’re all red. Are you in pain?” His brow creases as he examines your thighs, gently running his fingertips along your skin.

     When you wince, he nods, instantly withdrawing his hand.

     “1-10, how mean is your brain bein’?”

     “Eight,” your bottom lip wobbles, and he wraps one arm around your waist, maneuvering the cart back to the front of the store with his free hand. “John, we have to-”

     “Mm-mm. We’ll have the groceries delivered. Right now, I’m gonna get you home and in bed, and you’re gonna use my card to buy yourself some new jeans online. Understood?” 

     “Understood.”

     Simon Riley: 

     “M’bout to fuckin’ kick this shelf down,” Simon grumbles, glaring at the miscellaneous car parts that, evidently, are pissing him off. 

     “Don’t do that, please,” you giggle softly, trying not to alert him as to the pain you’re feeling.

     You should know better than to hide something from Simon. He grabs your hand to drag you to the next aisle, cocking an eyebrow when he sees just the slightest tweak in your walk.

     “Wha’s wrong?” He asks, looking you up and down as if he’s analyzing the state of your wellbeing. 

     “My jeans ripped and I’m chafing,” you whisper, looking around to make sure there was nobody around to hear about your situation. 

     “Thighs’re gettin’ thicker, eh?” His eyes crinkle and you can tell he’s smiling beneath the black medical mask he’s wearing. 

     “Gee, thanks, Si. Say it louder, why don’t you?” You huff, smacking his bicep hard—as if that’s gonna stop him.

     “I jus’ might,” Simon hooks his arm around you and grabs a handful of your plush hip, giving it a firm jiggle. “I happen t’like my girl soft and tasty.”

     “Okay, o- Simon! Enough!” You giggle as he starts tickling your sides, making you forget all about your pain and embarrassment. 

     “Now,” he hums, satisfied. “M’gonna get us home so I can get those delicious fuckin’ thighs wrapped ‘round m’head.”

     Johnny MacTavish:

     “Bon’? Ye’ve been in there a while,” Johnny’s soft knock sounds on the dressing room door, worry in his tone.

     “I’m fine!” You respond, clearing your throat and wiping away your tears, praying that he can’t hear the despair in your voice. 

     He does. The next thing you know he’s crawling beneath the gap in the door like a damn dog, spinning you around by your shoulders so he can examine your face.

     “Ah- for fuck’s sake, Johnny!” 

     “Och, quit yer whinin’ an’ tell me wha’s wrong,” he barks, one bushy eyebrow raised high.

     “My jeans are ripped and my thighs are chafed and it fucking hurts,” you blubber, angrily pointing at the holes in the fabric where your poor skin has been rubbed raw.

    “Is tha’ all?” Johnny grins cheekily. “Take ‘em off.”

     “Excuse me?” It’s your turn to raise an eyebrow.

     “Ye heard me. Take ‘em off.”

     Rolling your eyes, you comply, surprised when he does the same. He hands you his own pair and takes yours, and you watch with great amusement as he shimmies into your jeans. His are a little too big for you at the bottom and a little too small at the waist, but your shirt is long enough to cover the fact that you had to leave it unbuttoned. Half of Johnny’s calves are exposed in your jeans and the waist droops around him, but damn that beautiful man and his perfect, muscular thighs, they fit in perfectly. 

     “Damn, hen. We should trade more of’en, these make me arse look fantastic!”

So, all in all, the rest of your shopping trip went smoothly, despite all the workers staring at the odd pair of you—and hey, he was right. His ass does look fantastic, especially when it’s buying you new jeans.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

July 1967. He was showcasing both the Revolver cover and his designs for Bee Gees' debut album. The Grammy award which he won for Revolver on 2 March 1967 can be seen on his coffee table💙

Via @klausvoormannfp on Instagram💙

[comdrspock]

The Liothans invited their guests, including the two security crewmen, to spend the evening with them touring the city. In the morning, they proposed that Altair could beam aboard the Enterprise with them to get a taste of human culture and to learn more about the Federation. It was, of course, part of their mission to encourage peaceful peoples to join, so Kirk felt obliged to accept. He was accustomed to alien females eyeing him like a prize to be won. Though he did not relish that experience and regretted that his now-married friend had to share it, he could hardly let one lonely young girl deter them from doing their duty.

Besides, the city was quite lovely, with refracted light casting rainbows in the streets from all the crystalline architecture and the bubblegum skies overhead. It appealed to the captain’s romantic nature. After inquiring about some of the fanciful, brightly-colored blooms that seemed to grow everywhere and if they would stay alive in water for any length of time, he even plucked a few to bring aboard tomorrow.

Cold Morning Light

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Christine giggled warmly as she watched them leave, and she went back to filling out reports, already looking forward to when he would come back.

The two men joined Kirk in the transporter room, and Bones grumbled, “Found him with Chris, of course. She’s a bad influence, Jim.” However, Bones’ mouth fell open when he saw that Kirk was now standing at the doorway, laughing over something with Lieutenant Uhura. He grumbled something about how he was the only one left with sense before Kirk rejoined them. 

“What were you saying, Bones?” 

“That both of you need your heads examined,” McCoy muttered.

They beamed down into a very large, impressive city that looked as if it were made predominately of glass or crystal. The sky was a purplish color, and the plant life that they could see was also of slightly strange hues to their Earth (and Vulcan) eyes. The people who greeted them, two men and three women, were humanoid in appearance, tall with very large, bright eyes and a slight turquoise tint to their skin that reminded Kirk and Spock of the Andorians, though without any of their other odd features.

“Greetings, travelers.” One of the women stepped forward, spreading her arms wide. “Welcome to Liothus. I am Amara and this is my consort, Altair, and our child, Eluvia.” She indicated one of the other females, who seemed young and was pretty enough in an fragile, elfin way.