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Well, I wrote a book. And then I published it! You can own this beauty on all online platforms, and just in time for the 111th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. I hope you will share with me in the delight of this book and in the knowledge that we have garnered all of these decades later.
It’s a “poignant, romantic, and reflective” story about the Titanic that adds another piece to the sad puzzle of why this tragedy happened.
#historical romance#historical romantic fiction#titanic#books#romance novels#romance stories#womensfiction#love stories#historical love stories#second chance at love#second chance romance#hidden identity#luxury liner stories#heroine escaping abuse#books set on the titanic#books set at sea#books set in 1912#woman in jeoporady stories#romance on the titanic#titanic love stories#turn of the century novels#hidden identity stories#saved by titanic
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Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.
#the ship overall is C to A tier#but it's things like THIS that push it up toward the A#titan ae#titan a.e.#cale#akima#it just...#starts with them chilling together being comfortable in each other's space#that would be enough that's a point there#then she goes and HANDS HIM THE SANDWICH SHE'S EATING#sharing their food#that's another one#and she does it because his hands are busy so he can't feed himself#so that's a third point#and she does it WITHOUT LOOKING AT HIM which is a FOURTH point#and he bites into it without request or invitation so that's a FIFTH point#and then he TAKES THE WHOLE SANDWICH AND GULPS IT DOWN LIKE A LIZARD#which is a SIXTH point#and jumps it up to SEVEN because she pulls her fingers free and finally looks at him and yells at him#IT'S A SEVEN-POINT ROMANCE COMBO#do you know how utterly rare those are?#those are generally earned through KISS scenes where the hands move and the heads touch and maybe there's a spin#they achieved a seven-point romance combo by SHARING A SANDWICH#fixing machines and sharing lunch URRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH
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Kate Winslet as Rose DeWitt Bukater TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron
#filmedit#titanic#titanicedit#femalegifsource#userstream#underbetelgeuse#cinemapix#userfilm#dailyflicks#zanisummers#usersugar#useradie#usermandie#tuserhan#james cameron#1990s#period drama#romance#by sameera#*
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TITANIC 1997 — dir. James Cameron
#titanic#1990s#drama#romance#*#by mandie#moviegifs#cinemapix#userstream#filmgifs#motionpicturesource#fyeahmovies#filmtvtoday#usersavana#tuserhan#underbetelgeuse#zanisummers#usermorgan#useraurore#useradie
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how do y'all not let the things you like consume your entire being
#i've never been normal about anything i like#like i do not experience post-yap shame#kpop#anime#music#tomorrow x together#stray kids#bts#demon slayer#attack on titan#given anime#buddy daddies#sk8 the infinity#yuri on ice#my hero academia#supernatural#criminal minds#bbc sherlock#mdzs#the avengers#batman#superman#taylor swift#phoebe bridgers#hozier#my chemical romance#sleeping with sirens#fall out boy#panic! at the disco#i hit the tag max
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TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron
#filmedit#titanicedit#titanic#perioddramaedit#chewieblog#underbetelgeuse#userrobin#userfilm#usersugar#useradie#uservita#userteri#usermandie#throwbackblr#userconstance#1990s#drama#romance#gif#sameera
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Can I take your name, please, love? Dawson. Rose Dawson. TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron
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two guys in a shonen anime will speak with more romantic connotation than 99% of romance anime couples and people will still call them just friends.
#anime#anime and manga#shonen#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#chainsaw man#csm#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#blue lock#attack on titan#banana fish#romance#romance anime#shojo#gojo satoru#satosugu#geto suguru#kagehina#kageyama tobio#hinata shouyou
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[Closed RP] Teen Titans “Two Powerful Recruits Meets Two Powerful Hybrids”
On June there was a Rainy Night at the Titans Tower Everyone in the whole team is now adults after a few years of doing missions as the only Titan In the Tower was Raven as she Was Alone all by herself reading her book While the other Titans were on a Mission a Long Light Years Away…
There weren’t any Missions or trouble for more than a Week as Raven has Been Feeling bored for the whole week doing nothing but to Read and Watch TV and Eat Some Cereal…
But then Raven Heard some Knocking outside of the Tower she Checks on who was Knocking on the door and It was Her Old Friend who is a Kitsune Hybrid and That Raven Knows For Such a long time and was also Soaked in Rain…
Raven Lets Her Inside the Tower and Gives her a Towel and then as Raven now knows that she Lost Her Lover in a Freak accident and was Very saddened for a long time as She needed someone to help her or to give her comfort as Raven Then Gives Her a Room in the Tower as she says “You can stay here as long as you want.. a Favor from your Best Friend”
Then after Two Peaceful Months later Raven has been Talking, playing music and even watching some shows with her Friend but she has Noticed that the Other Titans hasn’t came back for quite awhile…
So Raven Had an idea to recruit some new Titans since it’s been getting little lonely while just being with her old friend for the rest of the year…
then she had to find some new Faces as she Recruited two new Titans and after a week of waiting the Recruits have Arrived as One was Named Reaper Infinite with Purple eyes and the other Named Luke Nephalem with Sky Blue eyes as they entered the two caught Their Eyes on two beautiful eyes….Reaper caught his eyes on Raven as Luke as well caught his eyes on her old Friend as she spoke and said…
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@pscentral event 26: minimalism
TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron
#titanic#1990s#romance#drama#dailyflicks#filmgifs#cinemapix#fyeahmovies#userstream#filmtvtoday#dailytvfilmgifs#*#period drama#filmedit#titanicedit#femalegifsource#userfilm#james cameron#dailygingerheads
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Letters from the Other Side
The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as you leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering, I want to see you.
CW: Post-war Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader
A/N: Some post-war Levi goodness after the angst I’ve posted this past month. ~2.5k words of fluff and romance. If this does well, I’ll probably write the super romantic smut next.
Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!
Three years after the Rumbling and things were starting to return to a sense of normalcy in the Stohess district. At least as normal as things can get when the twisted mentality of the Yeagerists and their seizing control of the military dominated the news. Your mother and father tell you not to worry, but you’ve been worried ever since the walls disappeared and the Survey Corps regiment disbanded.
Or rather, you have only really been worried over a single person, the man with the raven locks and the dull gray eyes, dull eyes that glittered when you spoke to him. You were still a woman, and a woman has intuition for those sorts of things like attraction, and Captain Levi couldn’t help how flustered he got whenever he saw you. Your father was the owner of a blacksmith company, and you often bumped into Levi along with Commander Smith several times a month.
Humanity’s strongest, you’d think in awe, where you had imagined a big brute, now you saw the man for what he was.
Why’d he come along was always unknown to you, but as your father and the commander spoke privately in another room, you offered small conversation and tea while he waited. Where small talk began, somehow a deep appreciation for the other bloomed, and the visits began to feel like the visits of the suitors that bombarded your home on occasion. He’d gift you single flowers, it’s all I can afford, he’d say meagerly. You’d thank him with a kiss on the cheek each and every time. And each and every time a ferocious tinge of red would adorn his face.
The timing never seemed to be right with either of you, it always seemed like when one was ready to take the leap, the other had other obligations waiting. Wait for me, were his selfish last words to you and you nodded your head as you gave him a final good-bye.
It had already been three years. You were already on the cusp of giving up.
It had been a nice breezy morning when you received his first letter. The unfamiliar stamps had caught both you and your parents off-guard, but nonetheless they gave you the privacy to open it. There, in the small garden of your home, tears welled up in your eyes as you skimmed through it.
It was a letter from Captain Levi.
Or rather Levi, just Levi, as the letter so said. I have told them to stop calling me captain, but these brats never learn. You giggled inwardly at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. You read it one more time, much slower this time, familiarizing yourself with his handwriting, the slant in his letters, his signature, everything. You familiarized yourself with the names Gabi and Falco, children you did not know but instantly loved with the way they cared for Levi.
At the very bottom, a hopeful wish that you will respond, signed next to his name.
Of course you will.
Your father stood confused as you gathered parchment and a pen to write, finding it odd that his moody daughter was suddenly so lively. Perhaps it’s the engagement, he thought, and let you be.
Your ring twinkled under the summer sun, and yet nothing has caused more glee than the very letter you were responding to. You wrote about the situation in Paradis, you wrote about the kindness of the queen, and you wrote about how business was booming for your father, despite the war having been over. The thought saddened you, but you quickly sign the letter and add a note that you excitedly await his next letter.
It’s not that you fail to mention your engagement, rather some deep part of you didn’t want to mention it. Your betrothed was a good man, hand picked by your father, you had accepted to keep his worries at bay that you wouldn’t end up husbandless and with no children.
How quickly Levi’s letters can have you questioning your familiar duties.
We restored some of the land ruined by the war, Levi writes, many foreigners are starting to settle here again.
You can’t help the sense of admiration that fills you up. It filled you up when he’d visit with the commander, and it still filled you up now. A military man, you wonder if he’s still as strong as when you met him. Humanity’s strongest, you wondered if he still thought about you and the flowers he’d gift you.
I’d like to visit it one day, you write, perhaps a change of scenery would be nice. All this yeagerist talk has me going mad.
I’d like to visit you one day, you will yourself to write, but you don’t. You had been lovestruck years ago, perhaps the captain no longer harbored the same feelings. Perhaps the captain has found someone new, perhaps the captain has married.
Sadness consumes you. After all, you were just friends back then, right?
You trash your letter and write a plainer one instead. It hadn’t even reached half a page when you sealed it, wrote his address on the front of it and set it aside for the postman to pickup tomorrow.
“Honey,” you can hear your mother call, “James is here to see you.” You force your best smile to greet your husband-to-be.
It’s weeks before the next letter arrives. The pretty orange and red tree leaves were beginning to fall, a cozy chill running through the district. Your wedding preparations were already underway when the postman calls out to you, a single letter in his hands, the stamps it bore already familiar to you.
More talk of restoration, recovery, Gabi and Falco’s shenanigans, when finally you reach the last bit of the letter. I don’t mean to bother you, Levi writes, your last letter felt abrasive. I understand if things have changed. Everything has changed.
You wonder what goes through Levi’s mind when he writes to you.
No, things have not changed. Things still felt the same, at least they did to you. Still, you couldn’t ignore your engagement anymore as you saw your mother debate through wedding ribbons in the distance and you finally will yourself to write and tell him the news.
I’m engaged, it feels awful to write it, my engagement is a long one, though, and so I’m sorry if the letter was short. I must’ve been busy.
You write of other things, of the rising tension amongst good folks like your family who didn’t want to fuel another war, and the yeagerists. You write of how the talks of peace by the ambassadors (who you found out were actually part of the same regiment as him) were falling on deaf ears.
I’d like to see you, you finally write, I’d like to see what the other side looks like.
You add the last bit in a final moment of hesitation, sign your name and set it aside, a deep breath falling from your lips.
“You’re changing the wedding date again, and to a later date might I add,” your father bellows out to you.
“Father, please,” you reply, exasperated, trying to escape the dining room and into your own, a new letter in hand, “I will get married in time, what’s the rush?”
“The rush is that you’re not young anymore, I beg you to reconsider.”
You shut the door behind you, shaky fingers coming to pry the letter open. You force yourself to read slowly, absorbing every single inked word coming from Levi’s fingertips.
You skip his polished words of annoying governmental policies being implemented on his side and go straight to the heart of the letter, his real response to you.
Congratulations on your engagement, he begins, I’m surprised you haven’t even married yet.
That? That is what he has to say? You scoff, a slight irritation blooming.
I don’t look like before—I’ve lost an eye and my right hand is destroyed, his letter continues, I look awful.
I’m not humanity’s strongest anymore.
You don’t know why these words strike you deeply. Years and a great distance separate you from what Levi is or was for that matter, yet it isn’t Levi’s exterior that ever affected you in the first place. It was the small talks and the small gifts, it was his tinged cheeks and his intrepid way of speaking around your people who have only seen the refined things in life.
You could never look awful to me, you write in your response, a wave of heat flaring up on your cheeks, you’re just trying to get me not to go.
Levi’s letters continue well into the deeper part of winter, the leaves have long since fallen, snow beginning to gather amongst the branches. The winters where he lived were harsh, and he writes of how they were causing the ache in his knee to worsen. You spend some of your money to send him some ointment you purchased from a local medic.
He writes to you of how the snow reminds him of when the Survey Corps would serve hot chocolate on the off chance. You send him chocolate you bargain off a local vendor.
The signs of Levi’s homesickness don’t escape you, even if he doesn’t admit it.
I could send you Stohess’s entire stock of goods if I can, you respond to his letters of thanks.
What would I do with all that, he responds to yours, breaking you into a fit of silent laughter.
I’ve missed your awful humor, you write casually. You wonder if you should trash this letter and begin a new one, but you don’t. I’ve missed you, you finish writing.
The budding roses in your garden remind you of your predicament.
“As much as I respect you,” James begins, “I won’t accept any other change to the wedding. If you won’t marry me then I’ll find someone who will.”
You comprehend his irritation, even if you don’t fully understand it.
He leaves you on your garden bench, exiting through the gate, just in time for the postman to arrive. Your feelings don’t subside, in fact they linger as you read Levi’s next letter.
Upon opening it, nervousness hits you as you see just how short the letter is. Policy change, annoying policy change.
The ambassadors have told me that postage to Paradis will be barred soon. Your eyes widen. Despite the nice spring breeze, your body suddenly feels so cold.
If I don’t hear from you again, I wanted to wish you a happy marriage. Your eyes well with tears, but it’s his next words that move you.
Unless you change your mind. Come see me. I want to see you. Just as you’re about to trash the envelope, a small flower catches your eye. It was dried up and rather lonely, but you hold it close to you as small tears slip down your cheeks.
The next morning, you try to give the postman your next letter but he just shakes his head in response.
“Apologies ma’am, the military has ordered a full stop for all international mail.” You thank him anyway, despite how distraught you feel.
Your wedding is within two weeks. The white dress in the corner of your room haunts you. Although lace with spring flowers were added to match the season, it only made it look like the kind of dress you wore on your deathbed.
There was no more rescheduling your wedding date, there were no more letters to look forward to, you could only look over the last letter, his final request.
You longed for Levi. Did he long for you?
Come see me, I want to see you.
Despite the spring air, a heat that resembled summer humidity burned through you.
“It’s a one way trip if you decide to head to the other side,” the hefty man tells you, “military has barred all incoming and outgoing mail, I wouldn’t be surprised if they bar incoming ships soon.”
This was it, the point of no return. You had written your last letter addressed to your parents—an apology for doing what you are doing. No, your heart hasn’t seized its rampant beating since Levi’s last letter. You need to see him.
You board without much of a glance back.
For days, sea sickness threaten to put a damper on your good (albeit nervous) mood, your only fuel the letters stored in your small suitcase, rereading them every night as the darkness of the ocean tormented you.
Finally, the crewmen announce that you will be arriving in the morning. The sun was setting off in the horizon—you clutched his last letter as you take a brief moment to absorb this feeling of resilience that surged through you. You’d get to see Levi soon, you’ve waited enough. Here, near the rails of the ship, you long for him, nerves filling your stomach.
The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering. I want to see you.
Past the plethora of persons disembarking, past the many political volunteers ushering about far-off dreams of peace that were unachievable, you navigate through unknown territory in an effort to find him. Fingers pointed, people spoke foreign directions as they glanced at the address on your envelope. It has all brought you here.
Face to face with a young girl, too young to be married.
“Ah—sorry,” you begin, “I was told Levi Ackerman lived here.”
“Yeah he does,” she begins suspiciously, “I’ll get him.” The door closes again and already you feel out of your element. Perhaps this was a mistake, you wish the ground can swallow you whole. Peering eyes look at you through a nearby window, ones that belonged to the young girl who just spoke to you, and another who you haven’t met.
“That’s her? No way,” you can hear them say. Suddenly the door opens, and dull gray eyes that bore a hint of annoyance soften and make way for a familiar glitter that reminded you of simpler times.
“Levi.”
He whispers your name, suddenly hiding his maimed hand, trying to get you to see his good side, the side with his working eye. But you don’t see that. You see the man who gifted you flowers, you see the man whose cheeks you once kissed.
You will yourself to move and you do, grabbing the hand behind him and crashing into him in an embrace. Levi’s face is red, and he glances at the window to see Gabi and Falco gawking at them. He waves them off annoyingly and they give him a thumbs-up as they pull away.
Hands come to wrap around you, lips kissing your forehead.
“You came,” he whispers into your hair.
“Of course.”
#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x reader fluff#levi ackerman x reader romance#captain levi x reader#captain levi#levi#levi x fem!reader#attack on titan#super soft ending#i went against my angst nature for this one#but i’m happy with how it came out#i’m now thinking super soft super romantic smut next#heheheh 😈
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and the most romantic line of aot
#armin arlert#eren yeager#aot#snk#Isayama said he doesn't know how to do romance but when it's Eremin he gives it his all#eremin#erearu#eren x armin#armin and eren#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#mappa studio#attack on titan season 4#eren#armin#snk manga#aot anime#hajime isayama#eren jaeger#i'm crying#soulmates#shipp#shipping#ao3
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Entering the Beetlejuice fandom and not shipping Beetlebabes would be like entering the Titanic fandom and not shipping Jack & Rose...
#im sure there are ppl in the titanic fandom who dgaf about Jack and Rose but surely they understand that They Will See Ppl Ship It- right??#I am seeing all these customer complaints and im like “im sorry but we cannot remove the demon and goth ship from the demon and goth romance#that would leave you with just about nothing#have you tried enjoying Nothing?#cuz thats what it sounds like you're doing#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice movie#beetlejuice 1988#beetlejuice 2024#beetlebabes#beetlejuice cartoon#beetlejuice musical#Betelgeuse#lydia deetz#ken talks
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TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron
#filmedit#onlyperioddramas#ceremonial#filmgifs#userstream#moviegifs#userbbelcher#zanisummers#usersameera#useraurore#usersugar#useradie#userakrivi#titanic#james cameron#1990s#period drama#romance#by mandie#*
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TITANIC 1997 — dir. James Cameron
#titanic#1990s#drama#romance#*#by mandie#cinemapix#filmtvtoday#usertvfilm#filmgifs#onlyperioddramas#femalecharacters#fyeahmovies#userstream#motionpicturesource#tuserhan#usersavana#tusertha#userrobin#useraurore#sincerelygabby#tusersadie#useradie#usersugar
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Being 20 means going back liking everything that I liked when I was 11-13 without feeling ashamed because life is too short
#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#coquette#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#dollette#lizzy grant#girl interrupted#miss daytona#girl boss gaslight gatekeep#anime#manga#shoujo anime#shoujo manga#shoujo#ao haru ride#aot#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#kamisama kiss#kimi ni todoke#romance anime#romance manga#im a loser
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