#have i already posted this???

[sunlightandsuffering]

Mikasa isn’t entirely sure how she and Eren end up becoming such good friends. She also doesn’t care because the closer she is with him, the easier it’ll be for them to go from ‘friends’ to lovers, which she’d much prefer. 

On paper Eren is perfect boyfriend material, and in person he is too. He’s hot as hell, better looking than should be allowed and to her complete surprise nice? When Historia had first introduced them, she’d been skeptical to say the least, who wouldn’t be? 

A hot guy, who not only had a stable job, but was secure enough in his masculinity to come to her spin class? Insanity. 

They didn’t exist. 

Then she’d met Eren, and she’d found out pretty quickly, he existed in full-colour resolution handsomeness. 

So here she is, lingering around Historia’s apartment once again in hopes of catching a glimpse of her roommate.

Historia is completely onto her, but she hasn’t stopped her yet so Mikasa doesn’t mind. “You’re so ridiculous,” Historia chuckles as she grabs her purse, “So, so ridiculous.” “I’m not,” Mikasa volleys back, sitting primly on the bar stool while she awaits Eren’s presence, trying her best to look pretty. “Whatever, I’m going out. I need some stuff for dinner, if he asks, just tell him I left you here.” “Historia,” Mikasa hisses, “That’s so obvious you can’t just–” Mikasa gestures wildly towards Eren’s door, “Leave me here.” “Sure I can,” The perky blonde tells her smugly before slipping on her shoes and shutting the door right in Mikasa’s face. Shit. 

To compound the matter, she hears a groan and movement from the room she is sure is Eren’s at the noise. “Hisu,” He calls out drearily, and when no answer comes he appears in his doorway… shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. “Mikasa,” He greets when he sees her and fucks the way he utters her name, the raspy wanting tone. 

Mikasa realizes she is very, very fucked. Because there are two problems here as she zeroes in on his current choice of attire or rather lack thereof. Firstly, the way he says her name should be simply illegal, it’s not fair, absolutely scrambles her poor little brain. Secondly, Eren is packing… very decidedly packing if his boxers are anything to go by. He fills them out impressively, strong thighs, an ass that’s probably better than hers despite her hours spent at the gym and literally cycling for a living, and worst of all, most agonizing is his dick. It’s massive. There is not a singular doubt in her mind it’s probably a monster she wouldn’t survive. Even soft she can see the heavy line of him hanging down his thigh, and she’s sure, so sure that if he moved just enough the tip would slip out the bottom of his boxers. Why does it make her breathless? She can feel her face heating with every second she stares, but she can’t look away, he’s so fucking big it’s like she’s in a trance. She has the insane urge to just drop to her knees, trace her hands up his thighs and just kiss him, worship him the way he deserves. 

She doesn’t of course. 

She wishes she would though. That would be much more bearable to the war going on inside her head now. Because Mikasa, through much trial and error, has decided she likes average men. Small, average, normal men with normal sized penises. In her limited sexual experience she’s realized men with big dicks rarely if ever know how to use them, allowing their size to do the work for them. More often than not, Mikasa simply ends up sore and unsatisfied. After she’d bled and had a particularly uncomfortable time with her last hookup Mikasa had decided enough was enough. She’d start discriminating. 

Eren almost makes her want to go back on her rule. Almost. 

Mikasa has to physically shake herself out of her trance, forcefully dragging her eyes up to his face and forcing her mouth to twist into a smile, “Eren!” 

[bearvverine]

me and gang at the haunted house

[maskenjager]

I can't unsee this

[nathaniacolver]

arcane ships be like

i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)

[stealingpotatoes]

tried to tell my faithful eunuch Tucker that he was basically tumblr famous, but he was too focused on defending the homestead to care

[lowpolyanimals]

Shark from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[petricorah]

why wear a huge ass overcoat when you can just hold your crush's hand? [ids in alt]

kinda wanna make the last panel a standee lol

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[punksalmon]

"it's the date night cologne," buck repeats

[littledisgustingart]

It was affection that held us together.

[housederiva]

Very happy to say that the warden companion in Veilguard is a black dalish elf and very angry to say that if you guys treat Davrin the way you treat Wyll Ravengard I’ll kill you

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[anna-scribbles]

adrinette exes! and marichat! part 4!

(part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 5)

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!