it's all bruised

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Detective!Marco, Jean and soon to show their faces, Sasha and Connie with special agent!Eren and Armin. 

May or may not have a plot, and I may change the style again, frequently, maybe. I’m still sorting things out. WIP on Twitter(x).

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💋- bloody lip
WELL I CAN SEE WHO Y'ALL LIKE SEEING ROUGHED UP

anonymous asked:

would you give some musical recommendations?

Tbh if you haven’t watched Barbie: The Princess and the Pauper idk if u can even call yourself a true musical fan

Black & Blue & Red All Over [Shance Ficlet]

For Day 1 of @shancefluffweek: Black/Blue

Summary: Modern AU. When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).


As Lance stepped into the yoga room, he was relieved to see his struggle to the gym that day hadn’t been in vain after all. Near the front of the room the cute Air Force guy, Shiro, was already seated on his mat and warming up with a stretch. His heart skipped a little upon seeing him, and it was all he could do to quash down the gooey feelings brewing inside of him as he approached.

He still couldn’t believe he had such a mushy crush on a guy, especially since he’d sorta hated Shiro when he first joined the class. Before he came along, Lance had had the privilege of being the only strapping young man in a class otherwise comprised of lovely ladies (all of them twice his age, but Lance didn’t discriminate). Once the beefcake military dude walked in, his reign met a swift end. Oh, how he’d despised that dude.

Well, ok, he’d only actually despised him for about an hour. When Shiro approached him after their first class together and politely introduced himself, all his petty jealousy had warped itself into some unfamiliar feeling it took him a while to recognize as attraction. Since that epiphany, he’d been spending a lot more time at the gym – always choosing a place next to Shiro in yoga class, spotting him in the weight room, challenging him to races in the pool just to see him shirtless…I mean, that was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could just confess to the guy, right?

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anonymous asked:

I'm really into Ereri fics where one of them is a famous athlete of some type. I've read "Freedom of the press" and "scoring more than goals". Could you possibly help me find some more? Thanks ♡

I would recommend going through our [sports] tag, because there’s a lot there & you might find some other famous athlete fics. Here are some that aren’t in our tag, though! 

Bruises
Summary: Levi is a boxing champion, so 99% of the time he’s shirtless.
      Eren Jaeger just happens to have a severe back kink, and doesn’t have a brain-to-mouth filter.

How Forward
Summary: What could possibly be the best gift to give to the biggest soccer nerd who probably (correction – OBVIOUSLY) has a crush on a star soccer player?

It’s All Downhill From Here
Summary: Meet Eren Jäger, 17-year-old alpine prodigy from Bavaria. This is his first Olympics, and he has to remind himself to take it at least a little slower than usual- he doesn’t want to crash and shatter any cameras once he’s reached the finish, after all.
     Meet Levi, 19-year-old pairs’ skater-turned-coach when he tore his ACL several years ago, leaving him with bittersweet memories of skiing in general. This is his first Olympics, and, truth be told, he thought he’d be more impressed (he also thought he’d be competing).
     Or, rather, how about they meet each other?

An Icy Love Story
Summary: Eren Jäger, a rapidly uprising star in the world of figure skating, meets Levi Ackermann, the unsurpassed champion in this devision of ice and cold.
      Erwin wanted to let these two graceful forces clash and see what happens. Whether they may form a destructive power together, that would stun audiences for years, or end up being devoured by the ice beneath them.

»M.

After a round of some very simple communication, Stan manages to convey that he is quite proficient in mechanics, but to his disappointment it wasn’t with much kindness that he was offered a job by this alien, it was for more labor with little to no pay. But as far as he cares at the moment it’s better than being stuck out in the multiverse with nothing to his name, fairing only a little better than he was on Earth before this catastrophe.

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As promised, my Merlin/Arthur kiss meme masterpost! This took me less than 3 months to complete, which is frankly miraculous, by my usual standards. This was so so fun, and thanks to those who liked and reblogged, you’re the best :’D

good morning | forehead | drunk/sloppy | awkward | angry | apology | missed you | seduction | war’s end | goodbye | spiderman (tag)

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I request an imagine where Matt gets a call from the hospital and they say that steph has been a car wreak and he goes there all freaked out and it's not too bad and can it be extra fluffy?! Thank you!!

The panic Matthew could feel thrumming in his chest was something he’d never experienced. It felt like his rib cage was going to crack open, like his innards were going spill out all over the tidy hospital floor. It felt like someone had a clamp on his head and was slowly crushing him skull. If it wasn’t for the fact that Stephanie was involved, that his wife was somewhere in this building and he had no idea how bad her condition was, Matt was pretty sure he would have dropped dead as soon as he gotten that awful phone call from the hospital explaining why Steph was half an hour late getting home.

The nurse was briskly leading Matt down a hall; she’d given up any attempts at friendly chatter when she saw how pale and frightened he looked. Awful images were crowing his head, the idea of Stephanie unconscious and on life support until some doctor told him she was gone and he’d have to decide to pull the plug. Or her laying in bed, more bones broken than not and in agony for probably the rest of her life. Every thought was another sharp stab in his chest, another invisible fracture to his bones until they arrived at the hospital room and Matthew wasn’t sure how he was still standing as the nurse pushed the door open.

He stepped in and reeled with relief at the sight of Stephanie sitting up in her bed with only a black eye, a handful of stitches arching across her hairline, and a cast on her arm. “It looks worse than it is.” She finally said, cracking a tired smile that almost took Matthew out at the knees. He finally managed to cross the room before collapsing to his knees beside her bed, face buried in the blanket against her leg as he cried and gripped her uninjured hand tightly.

“Hey, hey it’s okay Matthew.” He felt her clumsily pat the top of his head with her casted hand, her fingers barely managing to card through his hair. “My car’s a wreck and so’s my phone, but my arm is just fractured and I should be good after it heals.” Matt shook his head. He was shaking violently, gripping Stephanie’s hand hard enough that a distant part of him was worried he might break that too. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, tears of terror and relief and love and a million other emotions he lacked the words to describe.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered brokenly against her leg. Matt felt her injured hand gently stroke his cheek, lifting his chin. Thought teary eyes he could see the soft smile Stephanie was giving him and for a moment, despite the bruises and stitches, she looked like some kind of angel to him. “It’s okay, I’m here. We didn’t lose each other.” She soothed, her thumb twitching against his cheek like she wanted to wipe Matthew’s tears away. He could feel her wedding band pressed tightly into his other hand, could feel his own ring pressing against Steph’s skin. “I don’t think I could make it without you.” He said softly. Stephanie stiffly bent down (for a moment Matthew worried her ribs might be injured too) and kissed the top of his head. “You won’t ever have to.” She promised.

there is no dream, so wake up
and if the holidays don’t hollow out your eyes
then press yourself against whatever 
you find to be beautiful and trembling with life

@giornoweek2k17 day 4: dreams/resolve/loss

(this is intentionally vague; it’s in reference to the abuse giorno survived through from his mother and stepfather)

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Swift is proof that the musical divide can be bridged if the package is just right. Where others before her seemed manufactured, veritable pop star puppets of the music industry, Swift is of her own invention, chronicling her young adulthood and all its bumps and bruises through lyrics and beats that hit that enviable sweet spot between mass appeal and artistic credibility. (x)