maybe i ship them

You’re driving me wild, wild, wild
You’re driving me wild, wild, wild
You’re driving me wild
(Wild, wild, hey!)

Wild - Troye Sivan

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What are girlfriends for ? ♥

Ok I have not seen a post on how Mikasa’s face changed from when she thought Eren was dead to when she realized he is still alive so can we just talk about it for a tick.

When she went to go ask everyone where Eren’s squad was her eyes have a glint.

Ok here is a closer photo to when she spotted Armin. See there is that glint.

Now you may argue it is the light in her eyes but here is her position to when she found Armin crying.

There is that light…

Here is a photo of the realization that Eren might be dead that is sinking in.

See, the light is slowly fading along with the hope.

And here is her face when she hears that Eren is dead

the light is completely gone

And she pushes her feelings away

And her face continues to stay devoid of emotion until she gets a little hope back when she realizes that she has to be there for her comrades, and support her friends right now. Thanks to Eren who gave her that determination and inspired her a bit of a glint returns.

But when the Titan falls and Eren is shown the light in her eyes grow…

She runs to him and there is clearly hope present in her eyes.

Just for the close up when she is holding Eren

Like tell me that is not relief in her eyes.

One direction tag thing including Zayn

-Harry
-Liam
-Niall
-Louis
-Zayn
-ot5
-ot4
-1d
-fanfic
-ship

  • me: *hears a good new song*
  • my brain: associate it with ur otp
  • me: why
  • my brain: you gotta
Imagine

Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 

//“The ending haD ME SHOOK AF BRUH OAGJBAWLJRBGLKJBLEWRKJGB”//

“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is //dyING AF BECAUSE ERMAGHWRHGDHGAHGRHGA// still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

Me at the gates of Heaven

God: Sorry, it looks like you can’t enter.

Me: Okay but why??

God: Well, there are some questionable “ships”, and also some fanfictions you read..

Me: I see

Me:

Me: I’ll just let myself out

  • Bokuto: Tsukki, how do you write your name?
  • Tsukishima: [scribbles on a piece of paper and hands it to Bokuto] Like this.
  • Bokuto: Tsu-ki-shi-ma ehh~
  • Tsukishima: It's "kei".
  • Bokuto: "Kei" can also be read as "hotaru" right?
  • Tsukishima: Tch. My name is Kei.
  • Bokuto: Yeah, but "kei" can also be read as "hotaru" right?
  • Tsukishima: Yeah, but my name is Kei.
  • Bokuto: MY NAME IS KOUTAROU AND YOUR NAME IS HOTARU AND MY NAME MEANS SON OF LIGHT AND YOUR NAME MEANS FIREFLY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?
  • Tsukishima: [backs away] I get the feeling I don't want to know.
  • Bokuto: [glomps Tsukishima] IT MEANS WE'RE MEANT TO BE! AKAASHI, KUROO, WE HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND!
  • Kuroo: Is it Tsukki? Hell yeah, I knew it! Koutarou and Hotaru, it's a match made in heaven!
  • Akaashi: ok

i can’t sleep 💤

horrortale au, frisk comes back to meet their old friend pt2

genocide continues…
I guess this is before this happens though…

Snuggle up it gets cold ❄️