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[busansfrst]

IM SCREAMING,,, this would be what redbone would sound like with you jerking tae off

this was the hottest thing ever omg

cr: kthcyan on twitter

[jjuuppiter]

hermione's exclusive ride

draco took her to her class after their private time together at somewhere secluded in hogwarts

(and after a lot of protests from hermione regarding the safety of riding together in one broom with the high speed he needed to maintain so she could arrive on time in class and how she would arrive looking like she hadnt brush her hair for a month—OH NO—7 mins left—okay whatever lets go)

[makiema]

—Let me make a reservation, don’t get a boyfriend until i see you again. 

[toukatan]

Eremika smutfic recommendations? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you’ve come to the right place anon, you’ll have a great time reading all of these!  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Keep reading

[haruandmayo]

"I'm Happy...About it. Really Happy...!"

[sighdumbb]

[shavingryansprivates-deactivate]

holy shit

[josukekun-deactivated20130906]

JESUS

[tramampoline]

omg

[itsvondell-deactivated20180104]

wh

[transhumanisticpanspermia]

it’s back

[arcticsirius]

wat

[mage-of-time]

I have yet to witness something as fucked up as this

[ttrust-no-one]

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ

[runawayalters]

wow

[actualmonster]

Holy shit

[swagakuya-brogami-deactivated20]

This is an ace attorney trial

[overtheblueridgemountains]

“Now comes the exquisite twist”

[invisiblefoxfire]

Here’s a transcription, as the text in the image is way too small:

Murder or Suicide?

At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story.

On March 23, 1993 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide.

He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency.

As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.

“Ordinarily,” Dr Mills continued, “A person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.” That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.

In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject “A: but kills subject “B” in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject “B.”

When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded.

The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple’s son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son’s financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.

Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn’t actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.

Now comes the exquisite twist.

Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother’s murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as suicide.

A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt.

Bizarre or what?

[punchodile-defunct]

Dude holy HECK

[benkaben]

I mean, talk about karma…

[dads-back-from-the-store]

[sof-ingtired]

Id seen this before but i couldn’t read the picture so thank you for the transcript but also THE FUCK??

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

That is one hell of a convoluted way to die

[emokidjaeger-deactivated2021022]

aot characters as nsfw links

Warnings : nsfw, minors DNI.

Eren

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Armin

link

Jean

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Connie

link

Levi

link

Reiner

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Zeke

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Proco

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Mikasa

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Hange

link

Pieck

link

[daydream24-7]

Eren and Mikasa on the cover of vogue for being the hottest couple alive!

[lluviagf]

I have been crying bc I found pics of little frogs with little hats

[lluviagf]

[ackermansheart]

Hey, so I’m kinda new around this fandom, but old habits die hard and I wanted to write again and I’ve finally found my inspiration from this goddamn show and eremika. I’ve fallen into a pit and I can’t escape! They’re disgusting and I love them! This is my first time really writing these characters so bear with me. Oh, and I’m just gonna say this is after or in between some of the war with Marley idk.

I got the inspiration from this art piece here by @lolakasa. Also, this one’s for you @toukatan thanks for yelling about eremika with me and reading all of my endless WIP’s drafts, you’re the realest!

        – This is going to be a multi-part drabble so this isn’t the end! Just part 1! –

She’s kneeling.

She’s kneeling on the ground, darkened, tired eyes fixated on the markings that ghost whispers across her skin — some more vicious than others. They leave stories in their wake — of fallen soldiers and friends; their blood staining her own clothing for which has already been torn from her body.

He’s not sure what to do, in that moment, between silence and the yelling in his ears to move forward. 

But he’s stuck — just like he always is; just how it always happens when it comes to her.

And he’s not sure why he can handle fighting titans but not speaking to her, truly, really speaking to her — in the ways that he knows that she needs. He wishes he could find a way to tell her.

                   If he only knew himself.

Even if he didn’t…. not really —  not clearly — he was sure of one thing.

 He never wanted to see another bad thing happen to Mikasa.

So he wraps against the door a moment, though the door was already cracked, and watches as her eyes meet his through the mirror as he approaches. She stays silent, which isn’t something unnormal; though its unnerving seeing the pain lingering within steel eyes as the moon glints at the corners.

He decides to not say anything before the door clicks shut behind him. No, he doesn’t say anything, even as he kneels behind her, his solid frame sticking out from behind her own.

She looked broken, and that wasn’t something he was used to seeing. Mikasa was strong, determined, and nothing ever stood in her way. 

She was usually the strong one.

Deft fingers ghost gently along her arms, starting at her neck where he backhanded down the scarred slopes. And, then, it was hard to stay silent.

“I’m sorry.”

He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for, and perhaps it does no good as the words slip from dried lips. He supposes apologies can only go so far before the wounds are too skin deep to mend.

“I’m fine.” But this time, her voice isn’t the gentle cadence that usually twills the air. No, this voice is raspy, cracked and broken. He decides, then, that it doesn’t suit her. And it makes something inside of him almost seize because anyone could see that she was anything but.

And it’s because of him. It’s always because of him.

And he was tired of it.

His lips brush faintly at the top of her spine, the action not even registering in his mind until he feels her shudder; but in the slightest of ways that makes her skin pebble beneath his touch.

The silence still lingers thick within the air, looming, suffocating, but neither of them dare break it. Not when his lips brush again and again. Not when hesitant fingertips trace paths down the ridges and scars that mar her.

And not when his kiss lingers a bit longer. When he holds her just a bit tighter. When her heartbeat patters furiously against the palm of his hand.

He doesn’t realize how closely they’ve become; he doesn’t realize that his heart pounds relief for her.

He doesn’t ever have the time. And he’s afraid that he’ll never have the time.

    Always fighting.

         Always running.

“I wish I could give you a better life than this.”

Mikasa doesn’t respond, but he feels her fingers grip tighter around his own.

“I wish I could protect you.”

She stiffens, now, as if she’s beginning to understand. Or maybe she doesn’t, but she meets his eyeline when she shifts ever so slightly. 

It’s in that moment that he realizes — he’s never seen her like this. So vulnerable — so hurt. So… different.

“This isn’t about me, or you protecting me, it’s —“ but she falls quiet.

“It’s about me, right?” He scoffs lightly, his forehead pressing to the back of her head but a moment before lifting it to shake ever so slightly. “It’s always about me.”

“And for what?” The question is redundant, of course, but the words still tumble from his thoughts.

“I don’t think you understand…. the amount of people that have already died for me. Me — and for what?” He gestures around him and catches the glint in her eyes. “Everything is different now. Nothing is what we thought it was and we might be closer to the end of this but we’ve lost so much already and I —”

“I just don’t know how I can live with myself.”

Back pressed against chest, Eren can feel her body stiffen. His eyes meet hers in the mirror once again and it’s as if time freezes in that moment as he studies them. And he watches her eyes close, and her hands lift to his still grasping at her arms. They slide down to his wrists and in an instant, she’s lifting one of his hands towards her chest.

“You have to keep going.” Her voice is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear her. 

“Live.”

It takes him a moment, but then he understands as he feels her heartbeat furiously against the palm of his hand. 

“Live?” he questions, and it seems redundant. “Why should I when everyone else wants me dead?” There’s a pause, and a breath, and he can feel the static in his veins.

“I’ve done… so many unforgivable things.”

His mind is so clogged of bodies and loss and anger that he doesn’t realize she’s turning in his lap, her knees brushing against his own as she faces him, his palm still flat against her chest. And when he looks at her now, her eyes are dark, albeit the small glimpse of something that he can’t quite place. 

And then she’s taking a breath. “… We all have.”

“But it doesn’t make us monsters.”

When she reaches for his hand upon her chest and moves it to her lap, she collects his other one as well in her own, and he can feel her squeezing tightly. Too tightly, but he doesn’t complain because in a way, it’s keeping him grounded as the world spins on end.

The silence is so thick, then, and it’s as if the pounding in his chest rings his ears and he wonders, then, if she can hear it too.

“And — not everyone wants you dead.”

Once lost in his own thoughts, he can’t help but look up at her words, and the way the light filters in through dusky curtains against the pale of her face. 

“Some people need you.”

She leans forward a bit, her face hovering only inches from his own and he can feel her breath against his face as she speaks. And it’s only when she’s so, so incredibly close that he can see the swelling in her eyes, and feel the shakiness of her fingers wrapped around his own.

“Please, Eren, you’re not the same.” She all but squeezes her eyes shut before her gaze is back, but it’s changed. “I miss you, and I hate this.”

Her forehead falls against his own as she finishes, and there’s a moment of solitude where you can hear nothing but the other’s breathing. He doesn’t understand it in the moment, but time stands still — as if living this moment through slow motion.

Because she’s speaking so quietly and touching him so lightly that her touch doesn’t register until thumbs are smoothing along his cheeks. 

“Why are you crying?”

When he opens his eyes, he sees her own are filled, though he’s not sure if he’ll see them spill. She’s so gentle, and a shudder runs through him at the thought of her hurting yet again — on his own accord.

“I —“ but he doesn’t finish. He doesn’t know how — or why — or perhaps he’s just too weak to admit that he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

“I know what you’re thinking — and you should stop.”

Suicidal maniac — it’s all that he can feel.

“I’m dying anyway.”

“I said stop.”

And he’s never felt more afraid.

He’s never felt more angry.

He’s just hurting her like he always has, and he doesn’t understand why she won’t just go.

And he’s not sure he’ll ever understand, because in an instant she’s there, hovering, but only a moment before closing the distance between them. He can feel her lips lightly yet furiously, grasping at his face as if it’s the last thing she’ll ever do and when she pulls away, lashes fluttering — he’s silent.

And he’s silent for a while, and he can feel the energy inside of her depleting the longer they sit in idle. 

He’s the first to break the silence.

“You’re going to get hurt.”

And there he was, just earlier, thinking about how he never wanted another bad thing happening to her ever again. And yet…

“I’m really dying.” The words don’t feel real to him, but he knows they do to her because the glistening that had once filled her eyes long since disappeared and in its place held pain. Pure, genuine, raging pain.

And when she makes a move to stand, he can feel it. And he can see it, slightly, peeking out from half lidded eyes as she moves away — she’s crying. 

“Mikasa, wait, please —“

“Just stop, Eren.”

And then, just like that, she’s gone.

[knarchive]

I’m sorry if I put them into the wrong house 

[odinsblog]

[cat-hoarder]

Great idea until you have 7th graders in Florida picking your president…. I’m not sure that the people that actually agree to this idea understand that kids would just vote how their parents would because no seventh grader has more than two brain cells. I was in seventh grade when the 2016 election happened, and holy fuck you do not want those kids picking your President, let alone having rights in general

[odinsblog]

So then maybe, as was the point of this post, maybe the court system shouldn’t be executing 7th graders (most of whom are disproportionately black and brown people)? Because if you don’t think they’re mature enough to vote and pick a president, then I’m guessing that they aren’t mature enough to be tried as adults and then executed???

[scottandhiskind]

[wenchyfloozymoo]

[thighetician]

The second girl at least read the book to confirm that it was shit, she even had Capote on deck as backup. Chick 1 is just lazy

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

Nope. Girl 2 saw that Girl 1′s absolutely accurate analysis was being shut down just because it wasn’t stated in an intellectual way (in spite of its validity). So Girl 2 reinforced Girl 1′s opinions in solidarity and made sure that it was absolutely clear that Girl 1 was factually correct. WITHOUT taking credit for her observations (”kim is right” instead of “Actually, kim”)  

Girls supporting Girls. 

Girls not letting other girls be treated poorly.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

If you read thirty pages of a book and hate it, that’s a good analysis. Girl 1 literally said, “It sucked for these reasons, and I only got through 30 pages.” She was absolutely paying attention and trying to get it. But if all you get is a headache, fuck that book.

[mckitterick]

I love this exchange

[oumaimas]

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[ccorinthian]

aw fuck = “I can’t believe you’ve done this”

[mrevaunit42]

Well fuck = “well THAT happened”

[yourneighborhoodsunshine]

Ugh, fuck me: ‘I feel like I have been making the biggest, most embarrassing mistake’

@blue-exorcist-junkie lolololol you have seen me done this more than once

[random-fandom-chick]

I know I’ve used a few of those before as well lol

[depresseddisneyprincess]

One Day at a Time addressing how it should never be up to the child to fix a broken relationship with a parent.

[giant-black-cat-huh]

This hit really close to home, I started crying,,

[leighalanna]

[notlostonanadventure]

Every month is knife month if you’re not a lil bitch

[swan2swan]