In what world is tall muscular man not conventionally attractive
We've all been down here too long. I truly think there's a chunk of tumblr's population that can no longer survive sunlight.
women will say “hear me out” and show u a photo of pyramid head and then tumblr users will go “this is a perfectly normal man and an ice cold take”
when the whole house got the autism
i think this 2-minute doodle of an exchange between me and my roommate when i found a pebble in the car cupholder is now my most circulated drawing
This is also what a lot of field archaeology is like
“let’s run away together” trope fucks me up bc it’s almost always doomed. but what if it’s not this time.
u know someone’s about to get dragged through the mud when an academic uses the phrase ‘it’s tempting to assume’
“it’s tempting to assume” is academic speaking for “you might think, if you’re a fucking idiot,”
no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
what’s wrong? nothing in particular but everything in general
the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation
this is what being on tumblr feels like
they need to invent a way out that isn't through
it's actually so funny how challenging it is to write bona fide graphic, horny smut. like people don't give smut writers enough credit. you are constantly running out of words to describe the same 2-4 body parts and same 4-6 motions. you are constantly attempting to do interesting and dynamic things in the prose with this extremely limited set of words. you are looking at your prose for the nastier bits and wondering if it actually sounds hot or if it just sounds goofy. you are then toning down your prose and then wondering if it now sounds tasteful or if it's just boring. you do ctrl+F for the word "cock" and there are 37 instances of it in the doc but you hate the 1-2 acceptable synonyms so there's nothing much you can do about it
//gn!reader, injury??, idk why im like this
“Jus’ breathe, it’s going to be okay, it’s okay to be okay, it’s going to be okay.”
You think, even the white walls of the nurse’s station around you are as pale as Levi’s face is right now. He lays as uncompromising as a board, on his back, with panting hissing through his nose despite laying stationary.
You clutch his hand, which is positively wet with sweat while Hange, Nifa, and Moblit work behind you, over his lower leg. Lucky it was a flesh wound, but unlucky that they’re working on removing a hook from a pair of ODM gear.
“Going to be okay…” you mutter. “Levi.”
You can’t be sure he’s even hearing you; his gaze is perfectly locked on your face, but his eyes are glazed over by a film of deep dissociation.
Plenty of times you’ve seen corpses—his eyes look a little like those. But even still, it’d be hard to think of him worse than badly under the weather if it wasn’t for the reality of the situation bearing down on your heartbeat.
When a shaky breath tries to hiss to his teeth, Levi clenches his jaw, and is quiet.
You wish he had just accepted the numbing Hange all but yelled for him to take. Even under so much distress and impaled with a metal hook, Levi found it in himself to argue.
It’ll make me slow, he growled. Keep that shit away from me, do you hear me?
A part of you clinging haplessly onto any form of comfort tells you that he can still accept it if it gets worse.
“Okay, Nifa, Moblit, slowly.”
His eyes blow wide open, but then all at once squeeze shut as the metal leg on the pram squeaks, warped by his white-knuckled grip on it.
Why do you always have to be so stubborn??
His sudden grip on your hand makes your expression twist from the pain, but which immediately strikes you as a privilege at this point.
You make up for it with more muttered reassurances.
“Okay, break.”
You and Nifa let up on his hip, Hange on his knee. You hear a hushed, bordering-on silent whimper. He turns his head to the side, with a cringe ever-present twisting his face.
Hange calls your name. “How’s he doing?”
“Okay, considering.“
It’s a testament to the pain he’s in for Levi not to speak for himself.
Taking a wet cloth from the white prop-up table beside his head, you start to wipe the sweat off, and stroke his hair down, knowing he finds the motions calming.
The break lasts a few extra seconds than every other since you started.
“Almost done?” you ask Hange, without taking your eyes off of Levi.
“The homestretch.”
He sucks in a soft breath through his teeth.
“Almost done,” you whisper to him. “It’s almost over, sweetheart.”
He briefly opens his eyes into slits to look at you before closing them as Hange starts counting down. Nifa, Hange, and you, bear down on his leg to hold him still. Your other hand is getting numb.
No one speaks, but it’s impossible to miss the sharp shift in the room as Moblit resumes removing the hook—Levi screws his eyes shut and covers his mouth with his arm, which has tremors shaking throughout.
“Breathe slowly,” you remind him quietly, maneuvering your held hands so his arm rests over his eyes instead. But you realize why he did it at all when a whimper passes his lips, joined by the heavy breathing he was silencing before.
It hits you right then—the shock of seeing Levi in the throes of too much pain to cover up with a mask of indifference. Sometimes, even you forget that he can bleed. Your eyes are wide.
His pallor is worse than shiny spoiled milk when—and you hadn’t noticed his back before—his back lowers to the table, followed by the clink of something metal dropping onto a pan. The hook. He deflates slowly as you give his hand a proud squeeze.
“All done,” Hange announces, with a softness seemingly reserved for Levi’s part.
“Done,” you repeat softly to him, dabbing away sweat from his temples again.
His eyes close into slits, with a dry mumble, “Really, didn’ notice…”
Hange orders Nifa and Moblit to start cleaning up and bandaging. Irrelevant words and sounds.
One thing. You hear sticky latex as Hange strips off what you see of their bloody gloves on approach.
You rub his shoulder as he goes to cover his eyes again. But Hange keeps their distance, instead sending you a meaningful look that asks you to follow.
Taking a fresh wet cloth from Moblit, you dab his temple. “Levi, I’ll be right back. I have to debrief them.”
“...Alright,” he mutters, like he wants to convince you otherwise but it took a great deal of energy just to say that.
"I'll be right back." You squeeze his hand a final time and kiss his forehead before finally getting to your feet. You feel each individual red, angry crescent-moon shaped mark etched into your hand before you bother to glance as you step out into the hall after Hange.
While debriefing them on what happened, you keep your arms crossed. An accident, of course, but an insanely stupid one. You warn them that Levi will try to blame himself for getting pierced with a poorly-aimed ODM hook mid-air. A reckless recruit did it.
“I hear you. Well”—they tear off their glasses to wipe their face, snapping a sigh—“the important part’s over now. As long as Shorty’s okay, we’re all okay, right?”
“I’ve never seen him like that…”
Their eyes soften. “I know… But I’m surprised he wasn’t screaming. He might as well have been sleeping like a baby through it.”
That stuns you into wide-eyed silence, with the ensuing wave of fondness for Levi gripping your chest, threatening to make you crumble. It’s a uniquely kind pain.
“Can I go be with him?” you ask in a small voice.
They nod you away.
absolutely criminal how falling into bad habits is the easiest thing in the world while developing positive habits feels like fighting a literal war
pet play but it's you putting me down
just had chicken tamales the meat was cooked so long slow n low i accidentally bit into a whole bone and kept chewing
shit didn't splinter at ALL it just chewed down to a mouthful of marrow
some mildly concerning things going on in the likes here
im reaching target audience is whats happening
i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways
a threesome with two doms using you where one degrades you and the other praises you >>>
ah, the old good cock bad cock routine
