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wontdeter replied to your post: softly yodels i hit 100 followers
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softly yodels
i hit 100 followers
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the obvious outward acknowledgement elicits an all-over wince on arminās part Ā ā Ā heād prefer not to think about it, or discuss it, for that matter, but itās clear that jeanās pressing forward anyway. he hopes with a glance upward that the other will catch his meaning, though itās subtle and his tone is quiet, unsure. Ā ā Ā itāll be fine, jean. Ā ā Ā he doubts a soiled bandage would cause the wound much trouble when the inhuman healing process provided him has presented itself at staggering speed.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āyouāre hurt.ā Ā he says bluntly, eyes meeting armināsĀ -- Ā but after a few moments, he breaks the gaze, shuffles a few inches away from arminĀ like a child scorned. he lets his fingers fidget around with his equipment laid on the table adjacent, smoothing over the hilt as if to check for any scratches or wear. nope, just blood, he thinks, sighing.Ā ābut ... youāre right, arenāt you?ā and even if armin canāt immediately see it, jean hopes itāll show in his voice, the smile that rises.Ā āthank hell for that.ā fingers, still resting on the blade, curl inward, nails biting his palm.Ā
wontdeter:
ā Ā itās a minor head injury  ⦠ iām not broken, i assure you. Ā ā Ā he appreciates the concern, though. // @wontconcede.
Ā Ā āstill looks like it hurts to hellānĀ back.ā his head tilts, eyes squinted. thereās a trickle of blood, he sees a waterfall.Ā āyouāre still bleeding, whenās the last time you changed the bandage!?ā
'who could've known that this was how things might have went?' his voice soft, he hasn't realized that he's even speaking with enough volume for jean to hear him --- mostly to himself, his eyes drift to the calloused palm of his hand where his fingers stretch out, then clench into a fist. 'is this anything anyone would've imagined?'
āMmm ā¦ā itās drawled, he, too, focusing on his hand. Itās scarred, rough ā but even so, not at all like Arminās. Theyāve all faced their fair share of grief and tragedy, Armin more than most. He ruminates on this a few moments before answering, and he does so in a way thatās offhanded, almost dismissive. āUsed to be I wanted to be an MP. Grew up imagining the cushy life and all that.ā It is very much an afterthought, an unfocused, drifting response that isnāt to anything or anybody in particular.Ā
It takes him a while before he realizes that Armin had spoken, and that in a roundabout way, heād responded. Thereās a subtleĀ ātchā sound from Jean, followed by a gentle exhale of breath into his cupped hands. Itās cold, son of a bitch.Ā
āSorry.ā he quickly offers, unsure of what heās really apologizing for. He shifts against himself, a knee drawing up to his chest.Ā āNobody, really. I thought ā¦ā he pauses for a moment, then, āThought it wouldāve been over quicker. Didnāt know weād stillĀ be fighting after all this time. Didnāt know weād lose so many āāĀ
Jean catches himself, lips tightening. He doesnāt need to finish that thought, the implicationās clear enough. Instead, he allows himself a glance at Armin for perhaps the first time in a long while. Heās never realized how vibrant Arminās eyes are, even in dire situations like this. It brings to mind what Armin has told Jean of the ocean -- crashing waves of water, and bright, blue tides as far as the eye can see. Heād asked Armin if you could get lost at sea, but an ensuing Titan attack had prevented him from answering.Ā
Now, staring at Arminās eyes, realizing their likeness to this body of water Jeanād never see -- he had his answer. Yes.Ā
āItās hard, isnāt it?ā he says after a while, then:Ā āWeāre still alive. Somehow.ā Some of us arenāt, he adds to himself.Ā āThatās something.āĀ
But heās not sure of this, not anymore.Ā

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his fingers catch a stray strand of his sweater. ' I've been keeping myself awake ... '
Ā Ā thereās a choice for you? heās bitter at first. he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth and a casual tchĀ sound escapes from his mouth. then he remembers how easily other members of the scout regiment are able to sleep at the end of a day, and remembers how difficult it is for him.Ā he eyes armināsĀ nervous gesture, takes note of the way his voice trails off.Ā āwhy?ā he asks, simply, bluntly.Ā
Ā Ā maybe a little tooĀ bluntly, but itās already said and done. he attempts to counter it with a smile that isĀ soft, as soft as he can make it in this situation.Ā āi mean, whatās the matter?ā this does come off more genuine than before, and he moves to close the distance between them.Ā āanything i can do?ā he knows there isnāt in the same way armin couldnāt do anything to remedy the voice that plagues jean every night (Ā marcoās voiceĀ ); but he asks anyway. thereās no harm in it.Ā
Ā Ā no harm in placing his hand on arminās own, steadying both of them. the smile from before deepens, and he realizes how easily it comes to him when heās near armin. how easily a lot of things come to him. he wants to say something else, wants to break up the silence with a sarcastic quip or two, but nothing comes to mind. he allows himself one thing this night, relishing in the closeness of his friend.Ā
Ā Ā itās gentle, quick, subtle, but there nonetheless: a press of his lips against arminās forehead, lingering there for perhaps longer than necessary, and then a soft sigh.Ā āsomethinā like that, maybe?āĀ
Ā Ā no more smiles, only a wide, boyish grin.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āāā Ā with intelligence that cuts like a knife and weapons drawn, you fight.Ā
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all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling. all this heaven never could describe such a feeling as iām hearing. although we stick together, it seems that we are strangling one another. call me when you need me. can it be undone? can you see it coming now? darling, believe me. every demon wants his pound of flesh. even when i was a child, iāve always known there was something to be frightened of. everybody lets you down in this brief hole of a town. heaven help me, i need to make it right. hereās to drinks in the dark, at the end of my road. holy water cannot help you now. hours and armies couldnāt keep me out. i believe thereās no salvation for me now. i can never leave the past behind. i can see it coming from the edge of the room. i cannot be returned. i did cartwheels in your honor. i donāt care whether i live or die. i donāt need a husband, i donāt need a wife. i donāt want your heart. it leave me cold. i donāt want your money. i had a dream about my old school. i heard your voice as clear as day, and you told me i should concentrate. i like to keep some things to myself. i never knew daylight could be so violent. i think iām breaking down again. i wanna give you back the open sky. i was dead when i woke up this morning. i was disappearing in plain sight. i was screaming out a language that i never knew existed before. i wish to remain nameless and live without shame. i would give all this, and heaven, too. in order to get to the heart, i think sometimes youāll have to cut through. in some way iām there with you, up against the wall on a wednesday afternoon. it cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light. it never makes sense it me. it seems a heavy choice to make. it talks in tongues and quiet sighs, and prayers and proclamations. it was all so strange and so surreal, that a ghost should be so practical. it was always standing next to me. itās a conversation i just canāt have tonight. itās a fine romance, but itās left me so undone. itās a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat. itās always darkest before the dawn. itās hard to dance with a devil on your back. itās peaceful in the deep. itās so hard, my love, to say it to you out loud. itās the purest element but itās so volatile. iād do anything to make you stay. iāll be dead before the day is done. iām damned if i do, and iām damned if i donāt. iām going from road to road, bed to bed, lover to lover, and black to red. iām going to leave my body. iām going to let it happen to me. iām going to raise the stakes, and iām going to smoke you out. iām losing blood, iām gonna leave my bones. iām not giving up, iām just giving in. iām not here looking for absolution, because i found myself an old solution. iām ready to suffer and iām ready to hope. iām slipping underneath. iāve been a fool, and iāve been blind. iāve been keeping myself awake. iāve been wandering the streets for days and days and days. keep following the heartlines on your hand. looking for heaven, i found the devil in me. my body was bruised. no need to pray, no need to speak. no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out. now all your love will be exorcised. reflections still look the same to me. say my name, and every color illuminates. see, i have to burn your kingdom down. she wants the silence but fears the solitude. she wants to be alone and together with you. she was there all pink and gold and glittering. sheās a cruel mistress. sheās just like the weather. take what the water gave me. tell me what all the sighing is about. tell me what you want me to say. tell me what youāre running from. the arms of the ocean delivered me. the crashes are heaven for a sinner live me. the heart is hard to translate. the only solution was to stand and fight. the ships are left to rust. the words are escaping, and coming back all damaged. the worldās a beast of a burden. there is no salvation for me now. there is no space among the clouds, and i feel iām heading down. they took your loved ones but returned them in exchange for you. they were there when i woke up this morning. though the pressure is hard to take, itās the only way i can escape. time goes quicker between the two of us. we are shining and we will never be afraid again. we will find you saying itās to be better now. we wonāt eat and we wonāt sleep. weāll build our altar here. weāll drag bodies from a ground. when itās over, youāre the start. when itās time to pray, weāll be dressed up all in grey. when we come back, weāll be dressed in black. when we come for you, weāll be dressed up all in blue. when we first came here, we were cold and we were clear. will they keep me alive? with all my education, i canāt seem to command it. with no colors in our skin, we were light and paper thin. would you have it any other way? would you leave me, if i told you what iāve done? would you need me, if i told you what iāve become? you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said. you came over me like some holy rite. you canāt choose what stays and what fades away. you had jesus on your breath and i caught him in mine. your heart is the only place that i call home. youāll scream my name aloud. youāre my head, youāre my heart. youāre the chemical that burns. youāre the only light. youāve been holding up a long time.

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Ā also since this seems to be the thing to do when in anime rp nowadays, Ā hi!!! Iām violet! this is a roleplay blog for jean reno ā i ⦠i mean jean kirstein from Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan! Iāve been in the anime community before, and for a while, and definitely have been roleplaying for a very long time, but this is my first time in the SnK comm!! So if you wanna see an angry teen who learns to manage his anger over time and be friends with someone he previously was indifferent to, then cāmon down and follow me / hit that heart button / reblog. c:Ā
a swift movement and her lower face is tucked away, hidden behind the worn fabric thatās always wrapped around her neck. ā ⦠are you afraid of anything? ā the words feel heavy as they leave her tongue, though her tone is soft despite.
Ā Ā deep water. never seen it. dunno if iām actually scared of it. probably. pitch black darkness. abandonment. death. he inhales, a sharp, bitter motion that grants his facial features a moment of vulnerability -- a grimace, grinding of the jaws. love, too.Ā he rolls his shoulders against the wall, props his foot up against it, and sighs, now, not offering a steady gaze but instead very pointedly looking away.Ā āTitans, I guess. Kinda hard not to be scared ofĀ āem though.ā itās a throwaway answer, something said to send the subject off in a different direction. anywhere but here.Ā āApart from that, dogs. Canāt tell you why, but theyāve never been friendly to me. Not so much fear as it is annoyance.āĀ
Ā Now he looks at her, expression soft. His lips struggle to form a smile -- visibly so -- , eventually settling on a firm, thin line. His usual look, something like brooding, heād guess.Ā āWhat about you? You seem to be more fearless than the best of us ... somethingās gotta get under your skin.ā heās teasing, thereās a subtle lilt to his voice, resting on the edge of playfulness.Ā
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Except .. of course, apparently Funimation says itās not dubbed yet even though ?? they said they were doing a simuldub??
tsuyoius replied to your post: gonna watch the premiereĀ episode again (this time...
itās already dubbed???
yEAH !!! theyāre doing a simuldub for all twelve episodes this season like they did w/ 91 days and Yuri!! On Ice :ā )

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gonna watch the premiereĀ episode again (this time dub) tonight with bae @wontdeterĀ once they get home so more likely than not Iāll be here to do shit :Ā ā)
hola !! if you could do me a favor and maybe like/reblog this if youāre interested in interacting with a MANGA-CANON armin arlert of shingeki no kyojin, thatād be rad !! iāll be sure to check out your blog and follow !!Ā