are ships.. really so important that you’re gonna just harass the people that gave you this material in the first place. make them hate fandoms in silence and worse make them hate what they create? this is especially irksome when its directed towards a)disney shows and b)shows with heavy plot. im not really directing any of this towards any show in particular mind you, theres far too many fandoms going after this trend to single any out at this point, there are some high contenders though.
more under the cut because this rant ran away from me and became way longer than intended
I need something based on your pretty baby tag for harry like the reader calling him it and him blushing and idk I just need something please come through
“You’re real pretty, you know that?”
It comes out of no where. It’s 1am and he’s jet lagged and she’s tired but she’s been missing him so she refused to go to sleep alone. All he was doing was washing dishes and all she’s been doing is leaning against the breakfast bar and watching him, admiring him. He’s been humming a tune she doesn’t recognise and she’s noticing all his little mannerisms that she doesn’t think he even realises he does, like how he bops his head along to the song his humming or how he smiles a little at something he was thinking about and she always hoped it was her. At her disrupt of the comfortable quiet by her off handed complement, he’s drying his soapy hands on a tea-towel and turning around to lean against the counter with a soft smile playing on his lips.
She’s looking up at him through tired eyes. Chin rested on her hands, hands rested on the counter top. She can tell he’s teasing her but frankly she can’t seem to care because he’s stood there in nothing but sweatpants, arms crossed lazily, hair messy, cheeks just slightly flushed and he’s looking at her with these eyes that are so full of love it stuns her for a second. He’s just so damn pretty.
“Mhm, like a 90′s heartthrob. Leo in the Titanic kinda pretty.”
“I’m as pretty as Leo in Titanic? I don’t believe that for a second.”
He’s all but grinning now as the feigned disbelief in his voice makes her giggle. Walking over to sit on the stool next for her, he matches her stance. Chin on hands, hands on counter. She turns to rest her cheek on her hands to look at him and he does the same to look at her, brushing her hair out of her face.
“ Uh huh, prettier even. Makes me mad sometimes, that you’re so pretty, because y’know ever else sees it too, how pretty you are. I mean how could they miss it?”
“But I’m only yours, yeah baby? I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Nodding, she reaches one hand over to cup his jaw and run her thumb over him cheek. His eyes close at the affection and his shoulders visibly relax.
“My pretty baby”
It’s whispered, almost like he wasn’t supposed to hear it, and her voice is so full of love he almost can’t handle it. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve to be loved this good. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve her. The quiet affection has his eyes fluttering open and it paints his cheeks a subtle pink, it makes his chest tight with love.
“Yeah sweet girl, I’m your pretty baby.”
They don’t know how long they sat like that, quiet and tired and so happy, but they know there’s not a place in the world they’d rather be. Could spend forever alone together. A pretty boy and a pretty girl and so much love.
umm AU where harry just went through a really bad breakup in which his douchey ex-fiance leaves him for a huge corporate job offer. which yeah good for him except he was a jerk about the breakup, left him via phone message, and didn’t look back. which sucks all on it’s own but now harry finds himself confused because he’s not nearly as sad as he thinks he should be about it, and frustrated because he has two non refundable tickets for a honeymoon cruise. enter childhood best friend louis, who he calls up the night before while packing and is all like, “ummmm so. how’s a free vacation sound?” and louis’s like “nothing’s free in life harold…. but….. i’m listening.” it honestly doesn’t even take anything to convince louis. most of his protest is just for show because harry can already hear him dragging his suitcase out of the closet. so.
so they arrive at the dock where they’re supposed to board the ship and louis’s like “um so why is everyone holding hands lol” and harry’s all “yeah…. so… funny story… ummmm i got dumped and this is my honeymoon cruise surprise :)” (louis is tempted to throw him overboard. they haven’t even gotten on the boat yet but the sentiment is still the same). but now that louis knows the whole story (which harry tells amidst deep frowns and lots of tears), he is determined to be the best fake™ husband ever. so he signs them up for all the couples activities because “go big or go home styles. or tomlinson. styles-tomlinson? who are we again?” and they end up doing better than most of the couples there when it comes down to How Well Do You Know Your Spouse trivia. it should be embarrassing really, because everyone around the ship already knows them as the dream team and it’s only been 4 days.
cue dramatic confessions, bed sharing that means nothing till it means something, an obscene amount of nautical references, and cameos by the rest of one direction lol
Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
I did a lot of packing and Killed It at barre class today, so now I get to take a break to write a small thing based on this perfect @kevystel headcanon:
When Minami Kenjirou comes to find Victor at Worlds, he includes Yuri Plisetsky in the conversation without question. This doesn’t surprise Victor much. In his experience, Yuuri fans naturally recognize other Yuuri fans.
Minami Kenjirou is also basically inconsolable for the first few minutes, to the point where he’s unable to form a complete sentence beyond ‘Yuuri-kun’ and wrenching sobs. Eventually, he just shows them his phone, already open to a Twitter thread.
Itachi--Izumi was mutual or just one-sided? Filler episodes don't help to figure out much
Naruto canon has this issue with its anti-villains/anti-heroes that it wants to have them be at one and the same time:
cunning, perceptive, dangerous, masterful, direct, manipulative, expert liars, cold, without hesitation, merciless, and fully mature
naive, gullible, innocent, ignorant, well-meaning, tender, emotional, traumatized, and immature
Basically when we’re meant to see them as villains, they’re the first, and when as heroes, they’re the second.
Even the way they’re drawn reflects this dichotomy. Both Itachi during the massacre and Obito during the Nine-Tails Attack are 13-14, yet they’re drawn as fully grown men–Obito’s mask aids in this, but look at his dimensions compared to Minato:
That’s an adult hand and an adult height. Not a 14 year old.
Ditto massacring Itachi:
Does he look 13 to you? His head is bowed, yet he’s nearly as tall as his parents.
Yet in both cases, part of their supposed inherent goodness is a kind of sexual immaturity, being frozen forever at a naive and romantic pubescent attachment:
It’s not an accident that “redeemed” Obito goes back to being a pubescent child:
Basically, if you’re doing bad things, you have an adult body, and if you’re doing good things, you have a child body. In your shadow self, you’re a top-tier threat, able to lie without a flinch, manipulate nations, slaughter an entire ninja clan in one night, infiltrate an international terrorist organization, and go toe to toe with a godlike man; when you’re your light self, on the other hand, you’re helpless to deal with the manipulations of others, you credulously believe lies, you can’t hold your tears back, you’re just a lost little boy.
It gets weirder because for Itachi, when Madara!Obito and Sasuke are discussing the massacre, they’re talking about his evil actions anti-villain side, and thus they describe his relationship with Izumi in very adult terms: “he even killed his lover”. His lover?
Plus there’s the whole “he killed her first by putting her into a genjutsu so powerful that she lived an entire happy life before dying in his arms”. Uh. Ok? I have to say I think this power is bullshit. He’s able to do this and still slaughter an entire clan afterward with no noticeable chakra depletion–why doesn’t he use that jutsu more often then? He gives her 60+ years in simulation in a fraction of a second? Why? Oh it’s so traaaaaagic. No, it’s so bullshit. Why weren’t the rest of his clan worthy of happy deaths instead of a tanto across the throat?
I don’t object to his killing her first to steel his determination to go through with the rest of the massacre, but canon’s attempts to retcon his killing of Izumi into some kind of fucked up mercy killing just make me shake my head.
So, to get back more to the actual thrust of your question, I think canon intends ItaIzu to be mutual, but to be part of Itachi’s good side, and therefore borderline pubescent puppy love at most.
future looks good - onerepublic ● fireproof - one direction ● sofa - ed sheeran ● thinking out loud - ed sheeran ● hold back the river - james bay ● home - gabrielle aplin ● for him. - troye sivan ● new year’s day - pentatonix ● stand by me - florence + the machine ● strawberry - paul baribeau ● home - one direction ● to build a home- the cinematic orchestra ● the one - kodaline ● say you won’t let go - sonya ● if my heart was a house - owl city ● young and beautiful - lana del rey ● locked out of heaven - bruno mars ● the (shipped) gold standard - fall out boy ● true love waits - radiohead ● youth - troye sivan ● fine by me - andy grammer ● first day of my life - bright eyes ● house of memories - panic! at the disco ● i love you more than you will ever know - never shout never ● arms - christina perri ● that’s so us - allie x ● i lived - onerepublic ● oblivion - bastille ● a world alone - lorde ● anyone else but you - the moldy peaches ● ride home - ben&ben ● ribs - lorde ● come to me - the goo goo dolls ● interrupted by fireworks - pontus hultgren ● i like you - ben rector ● together - the night café ● laughter lines - bastille ● i won’t give up - jason mraz ● love - lana del rey ● sick of losing soulmates - dodie ● stand by you - rachel platten ● ocean eyes - billie eilish ● call you home - kevin jones ● finding you - kesha ● the anchor - bastille
If nothing was going through Y/N’s mind, she would have realised that the weather in Atlanta was humid.It wouldn’t have bothered her as much as it should have if she did realise because majority of the time she was stuck in the hotel room with A.C. in it.
But there was one thing running through her mind constantly.
The one thing in which she received a messaged in the warmth of Philadelphia.
That one thing that are the words “I don’t love her.”
I despise the fact that people so often make posts about how we’ve “won” when it comes to the toxic hate parts of the wider LGBTQIA+ community direct at the more marginalised groups (anyone not cis gay and lesbian, honestly: trans, NB, multi and a-spec people are all regular targets of hate) here on Tumblr. I hate those posts, because while more people are inclusionist, it rather erases the fact that people of more marginalised identities in LGBTQIA+ spaces online are still currently enduring death threats, suicide baiting, the posting of antagonistic material in safe tags and general anon hate from other members of the LGBTQIA+ community.
If we’ve won, then I should be able to go online without any fear of hate for being trans, NB, panalterous and aro-ace, and I can’t. I don’t consider that a victory. I won’t. “More people not engaging in hate” isn’t a victory; a space where nobody feels safe enough to direct hate at other marginalised identities and nobody needs must fear the posts on their dash or in their inbox is the only victory I’ll accept, and it is one I don’t currently possess.
This said, I can post about accidentally reblogging and deleting a stim toy post from an exclusionist and gain more followers than I lost in reminding people that I am aro-ace and an inclusionist. On a stim toy blog. Knowing that, for some reason I still don’t comprehend, too many stim spaces are ridiculously exclusionist on a matter that has nothing to do with stimming.
I’ll acknowledge that we’re inching towards that victory.
You entered the room. Zendaya and Laura were seated by the table, practicing their lines.
“How was breakfast?” Laura asked, looking at you expectantly. You had gone out for breakfast with Harrison as a date, with Tom tagging along.
“It was…” you searched for a word to describe your experience third wheeling a pair of best friends. “Nice.” You finished, flashing her a rather fake smile. “Yea it wasn’t nice.” Zendaya pointed out. “What’s the issue?”
“Harrison and I… we just started dating and… we’ve been having quite a lot of threesomes lately.” Their eyes widened. “No not the sexual kind… it’s like Tom keeps coming along with us. I’m basically third wheeling two best friends when I’m supposed to be on a date!”
Zayn Malik’s eyelashes are epic. They ought to have their own Twitter account, like Cara Delevingne’s eyebrows. They are long, matt and untouched by mascara, as I can report with authority from my seat next to this delicately beautiful man on a sofa in a cavernous photo studio just outside Paris. He appeared on set half an hour early and full of enthusiasm (“This coat is sick, man, I love the tailoring”) and pursued, as ever, by paparazzi who had followed him from his hotel, the Four Seasons George V, where he and Gigi Hadid are slumming it during Paris fashion week.
“Zigi” are the pop/fashion power couple of the moment. She has just appeared on her 19th Vogue cover, the inaugural Vogue Arabia (a nod to her father’s Palestinian heritage); he is currently finishing his second solo album and was in the recording studio till 5am this morning. The stakes are high because his first solo single, Pillowtalk, was No 1 in 68 countries. But after his years in One Direction, slogging away at the coalface of teeny pop, he is now his own man and enjoying it. Does he consider Paris fashion week, which he’s ostensibly here for (he sat front row at Balmain to watch Gigi walk), work or pleasure? “I don’t see any difference. I do my work and I have fun while I’m doing it.”
He flew to Paris to surprise Gigi as a romantic gesture. “She didn’t know I was coming,” he says. “I went up to the suite to knock on the door…” Pretending to be room service? “Exactly. But my number had changed to European on her phone, so it wasn’t much of a surprise in the end. She played along with it, though.” Ah, Gigi, such a good sport. “It’s been amazing spending time here with my girlfriend,” he says. “The food is always great here. Steak and mashed potatoes.” Living in LA, he’s missed the carbs. “In LA, you get your fresh fruit and your kale smoothies, but you don’t get yer potatoes.”
He hasn’t lost his Bradford accent, and it makes everything he says sound droll and unpretentious. “Bit raunchy, bit romantic, Titanic-like,” is how he gruffly describes his Fifty Shades Darker song with Taylor Swift, I Don’t Wanna Live Forever, currently in the charts. He grew up in East Bowling, where his mum, Trisha, who is Anglo-Irish, worked as a school chef, while his British-Pakistani dad, Yaser, stayed at home looking after the four children. Has he taken Gigi home yet? “I’ve never took her to Bradford, not yet. She’s met my family in London a few times, though.”
After he left One Direction in March 2015, breaking a million teenage hearts and ending a hugely lucrative mini industry (the band is now on hiatus), he lived at the Beverly Hills Hotel for six months, eating room-service chicken wings, feeling the vibes of all the musicians who had to stay at the hotel, such as Frank Sinatra, and doodling lyrics for his solo album, Mind of Mine, on the headed notepaper. Then he bought a home in Bel Air. “Gigi’s been living with me this past year,” he says. I notice that he pronounces “Gigi” not as a Gallic caress, but like a northerner going to the races: Gee-Gee. “I call her Gee, she calls me Zee,” he says. “There’s some other nicknames too, but I’ll keep those private.” He smiles.
They’re a hugely visible couple, who have been together since late 2015, and play out their love affair in fashion magazine shoots and the sexy video they filmed together for Pillowtalk — in which Zayn sings a passionate chorus that “f****** and fighting on is our paradise and it’s our war zone”. Why a war zone? “I don’t actually mean it’s a war zone,” he says slowly. “It’s a… metaphor for different things.” I pull a face. Zayn. I think we can do a little better than that. He takes the hint, draws breath and digs a bit deeper. “Love hurts,” he says. “Love is hard. Maybe my experiences of love up to writing that album were new and hard.”
He was previously engaged to Perrie Edwards of Little Mix, but they split in 2015. “I think there’s a strength in expressing emotion. If you were a guy, you used to have to be really masculine, but now expressing emotion is accepted and respected.”
When he published his autobiography last year, at the age of 23 no less, he came out as having suffered from an eating disorder, sometimes going for several days without eating at all. Headlines followed, such as “How Zayn Malik Is Shifting the Narrative of Men with Eating Disorders” in the Huffington Post. “It wasn’t specifically an eating disorder,” he says. “It was a control thing. Every area of my life was so regimented and controlled [the boys in 1D would sometimes have to go straight from playing a stadium to recording new material in the evening], it was the one area where I could say, ‘No, I’m not eating that.’ Once I got over the control, the eating just came back into place, super naturally.” He corrects himself. “Not supernaturally! Just really naturally. I came back to the UK and spent some time with my mum and got some TLC, and she cooked me food and I got back in touch, mentally, with a lot of the things I’d lost.”
How is his second album, due later this year, coming along? “They always say the second album is difficult, but so far I’m really happy with this one. There are real signs of growth and development. Hopefully, as a human being, I’m growing too, in my knowledge and perception.” Still, like so many, he gets “too wrapped up” in his social media. “I’m scrolling and scrolling and I’m, like, ‘I have to stop’, but I can’t, so I delete the app from my phone. And download it again the next day or whatever.”
He has deliberately surrounded himself with a music management team of strong, middle-aged women. Coming from a matriarchal family, he likes it that way. He seems in good hands. “I now have no problem with anxiety. It was something I was dealing with in the band,” he says. Did sharing his eating problem help? “Yes. People saw strength in that, and they didn’t seem to expect it from a guy, but they expect it from a female, which to me is crazy. We’re all human. People are often afraid to admit difficulties, but I don’t believe that there should be a struggle with anything that’s the truth.”
In One Direction he was tagged “the mysterious one”. “I have no idea why,” he says. “It was obviously a marketing strategy to appeal to different areas of female personalities and wants and needs. ‘I might want a cute one’, ‘I might want a cheeky one’, ‘I might want a mysterious one’, that’s all it was.” He’s smiling — he doesn’t seem bitter about having been a pick’n’mix pop puppet. “It’s cool, that’s life, I guess. I don’t really think of myself as mysterious, but maybe I am.”
He has a naughty, clever, playful side. He enjoys pretending to be his own evil twin, Rodger Malik. It’s a bit like Eminem’s Slim Shady. “Maybe it’s a psychological thing, or I’m creating an alter ego, but it’s fun to banter with your evil twin,” he says, rolling up his trouser leg to show me a tattoo on his calf that says “Rodger” in scrawled letters, near a tattoo of Jack Nicholson as The Joker. “He’s quite influential, that Rodger. He’s done a couple of songs on the new album. He’s off fishing today.”
Mysterious, possibly. Complicated, for sure. But Zayn seems at ease with himself. He’s pursuing new projects, including designing for Giuseppe Zanotti and some “regal, but street-inspired” looks for Versace Versus. “Actually, Gee helped me design for Zanotti. She’s a really good artist, really creative.” Donatella Versace commissioned Gigi to photograph Zayn and the British model Adwoa Aboah for a Versus campaign. “We shot it at the Chateau Marmont. It was just me, her and Adwoa. We got on a good vibe with it. There’s a dingy, rock’n’roll look to it.” How did Gigi take to being on the other side of the camera? “She didn’t have any problems taking photos,” he says. “There were no tantrums. She’s a really chilled person — she fell right into it.”
Donatella is more effusive, summing up their love affair: “They define the mood of their generation with their honesty, energy and love.” She’s got it. That’s Zee and Gee for you.
How the hell did we not notice this before…? Of course Sherlock’s been in a coma since the fall. Because in Anderson’s and that girl’s theory, Lazarus and the Actual scene, what is the same? Ok, not the exact same in every one but… this line, is said in each one:
‘Please, will you do this for me?’
Both in Anderson’s version and the Actual scene, the rest is said exactly the same. (Do what? This phone call, it’s, um, it’s my note. It’s what people do, don’t they? Leave a note. Leave a note when? Goodbye, John.)
The girl’s is slightly different because her’s is some kind of- I don’t wanna think about it. And Lazarus doesn’t have the full speech ‘cause Sherlock is showing off. Anyway, the point is, the only people who should know what was said, word for word (and the exact way it was said) are John and Sherlock. (And in Anderson’s version, it is said exactly the same, including the little ‘um’). Which points in the direction of EMP because no one else could know. And I honestly don’t think John would have shared Sherlock’s last words.
It was right there, in TEH, right in front of us, all this time.
@memekeymouse the NSFW stuff appearing even on safe-search, that’s Tumblr’s problem.
It’s not the artists. Because they’ve tagged it as NSFW (yes I went back and tagged most of them as such since you dont wish to see it..). And Tumblr for some reason still shows them. You should be directing this towards Tumblr, not artists who draw yaoi and Mpreg. Also Im not drawing these because of a fetish. Mpreg is not a fetish. Its a thing thats literally IN japan. Same goes for yoai.. A uke cuter and submissive one and a seme is the more dominate one in the relationship. I can name a few shippings that have all of what you’re trying to go against me in it.
Meta Knight X Kirby
Shadow X Sonic
Mario X Luigi (yes people ship that..dunno why…)
Villager X Toon Link
Edgeworth X Phoenix
Zero X Megaman
Descole X Layton
Layton X Luke
Ness X Lucas
Claus X Ninten
Red X Blue (Pokemon)
Gary X Ash
Yurii and his seme (forgot his name but its from Yurii on ice)
Ganon X Link
Dark Link X Link
Chara X Frisk (can be identified as any gender but it still counts)
Vegeta X Goku
Trunks X Goten
Broly X Trunks
Need I go on? Because there is a ton more.
“Yaoi” in of itself is NOT pornographic (in some cases there is but mostly there isnt). It’s simply just what gay relationships in manga/anime are called. If you’re going to be bashing people for having ships and calling it what its SUPPOSED to be called in anime, you shouldn’t be allowed to have ships yourself. You need to realise that YAOI, UKES, SEMES, AND MPREG ARE NOT FETISHES! And its NOT illegal! However, you act like Im committing murder. So why does that make such a big issue with you?? And SIN can literally be ANYTHING. Look i get where you’re coming from. But you had no damn right to post any of that stuff! You didn’t even try to come to me nicely! My drawings aren’t the problem. It’s certain people in fandoms. Like you.
And as for anything related to sin, it happens in every fandom. EVERY. FANDOM. Nobody said that gay ships were “sinful”. It refers to NSFW or suggestive content. Yaoi LITERALLY MEANS GAY. AND YURI MEANS LESBIAN. REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT’S SEXUAL OR NOT! If anybody is in the wrong, it’s you. I’m not physically harming anybody. I’m not insulting anyone. I know you didnt mean to hurt me but you did. Once again. You could’ve just told me privately.. And nicely that i had offended you. But no. You decided to make me look like the bad guy here! You judged me by my art first and not me as a person! Im literally one of the nicest people that you will ever meet…!! I have no hatred towards you, because I’m not like that. I just can’t bring myself to hate anybody. But that doesn’t mean that I will tolerate hurtful comments.
And the last time I had checked, this was my blog. Not yours. I don’t just go around telling people what to post on their blog or anything. And on the subject of MPreg, how does that automatically mean that I hate women and trans? happen to be female.
I love all genders equally, and non-binary people. Saying that I hate women and trans people just because I draw something related to Mpreg makes absolutely no sense. So apparently everyone who is okay with mpreg hates them right? We don’t.
Anyways, everyone. Regardless of what others think of what you like or don’t like, don’t listen to them. Especially if they’re hurtful. So please, don’t complain about something that isn’t that big of a problem. Especially here. And most people here ARE in fact okay with yoai, ukes, semes, and mpreg. Like @livewiregoth@asksecurityofficermitchellandco@bluehatchingrooster@thecurseddoll and many more. As a side note, that Skype screenshot that you were talking about was a crack roleplay. That means it’s used for HUMOUR. There’s something called tag blacklisting, so you won’t have to see anything with certain tags. I have the same right to ship and draw what I please just as you and everyone else do, regardless of what anyone says. If you dont like it then oh well. Maybe you can take something from this and not post hurtful things like that again.
“Listen here ya lil shit; its none of your business what someone else does on their blog. Oh, your worried about offending gay people? I’m only attracted to people who identify as female in any way and I myself am a female, but it doesn’t offend me. Its just a tag. There’s no need to attack someone over this. You should be ashamed of yourself! You didn’t even try asking nicely first!”
Also if I receive anon hate for this. There are many ways for me to deal with a coward hiding behind a mask…
I've been really craving some pining fics. It doesn't matter who's the one pining or how much they're pining, I really need some good pining fics because I can't seem to find many. I thought I should come to you for the best. Got any you would like to recommend? :)
I actually had to clutch my heart reading this. I’m both very happy and proud that it’s us you decided to turn to! We have some brilliant fics in our [pining] tag, but I’ll go ahead and direct you to some that I also really love! (Or, they’re on my reading list!!)
An Exercise in Self-Restraint Summary: Levi moves away from the only town he’s ever known, off to university and away from his two friends, Isabel and Farlan. Having roommates is a new experience, one that he thinks will be totally unpleasant, but when the last person to turn up is a gorgeous male omega, his perspective changes. Unfortunately for him, it’s bad practice to fuck your flatmate. Levi has a tough year ahead.
Shut Up and Dance Summary: Eren probably should have thought about the fact that he’s a terrible dancer before agreeing to dance with Mikasa at her wedding in place of their deceased father. Luckily, Levi is the king of the ballroom and Eren is the king of persistence. Unluckily, Eren can’t stop blushing long enough to actually learn how to not step on his dancing partner’s feet.
Grind Summary: The one that’s not actually about grinding, but the rivalry between Eren ‘who owns a coffee shop’ Jaeger and Levi ‘who owns a tea shop’ Ackerman. They might fall in love along the way.
Anonymous asked Summary: In a horribly inept attempt at flirting, Levi accidentally sends Eren anon hate. Well, in his defense, it’s not his fault Eren’s smile is so damn pretty.
3 A.M Summary: The story is about Levi: A neurotic man who suffers from depression, is successful at writing but unsuccessful at everything else. Setting: Breakfast (never in the morning) at his favorite diner, a record store that hasn’t dusted its ceiling fan since the 1970’s, a hole in the wall cafe to drink black tea and judge the terrible tongue tied poets on the shoddy ill-lit stage, a park with swings that are always annoyingly wet, and his immaculate apartment in the city. Levi is riddled with quirky traditions and struggles with anxiety, still battling childhood memories he can never completely forget. Then enter Eren Jaeger, the too loud and too passionate guitar player that takes the stage one night that just won’t stop staring at Levi. Eren is full of hope and promise and everything Levi needs, but Levi can’t have what’s good for him. Right?