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[nullelemental]

​this worked last night lets go for round two

[ultrafacts]

Shortly before starting the illustrations, Sendak realized he did not know how to draw horses and, at the suggestion of his editor, changed the wild horses to the more ambiguous “Wild Things”, a term inspired by the Yiddish expression “vilde chaya” (“wild animals”), used to indicate boisterous children. [x]

He once said: “At first the book was to be called Where the Wild Horses Are, but when it became apparent to my editor I could not draw horses, she kindly changed the title to ‘Wild Things,’ with the idea that I could at the very least draw ‘a thing’! [x]

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[my-dear-dr-tenma]

Bryan Fuller, making my dreams come true one step at a time 

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[its-an-order]

Lost feelings to my legs, but so damn happy about it.

[cleopatrasweave-deactivated2014]

screenshot redraw of the sickest burn in pokémon history

[bibidebabideboo]

[highsmilin]

When bae leaves for work

[mice-teeth]

this lizard is prettier than I am

[deebott]

Omg lil babe

[mellajay-deactivated20210221]

momweed

[its-an-order]

That’s some sharp teeth you have.

Credit *Me*  

[unchoixsansregrets]

its-an-order started following makeachoiceyouwontregret

A heavy sigh emerged from the smaller male as he leaned against the door frame. “What the hell is so important at three in the morning, Erwin? People are sleeping. Titans are sleeping.”

[its-an-order]

Erwin looked up at Levi, eyes serious and contemplated. 

“I need your help with something..” The commander said, slowly pushing his chair away from his desk and reaching for something underneath. In his hand, a small black kitty emerged beneath the desk, staring at Levi with bright emerald eyes. It meowed at Levi and licked at Erwin’s fingers.

“I don’t know how to take care of it.” He stated.

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"Oh? You left a caterpillar on his desk?” He repeated, unsure if he had heard right. Then a genuine chuckle escape him. 

“He’ll live. As a matter of fact, Levi loves all things outdoor.” Which wasn’t a lie, nor was it fact. It was an assumption. 

“He’s quite an entomologist. Have always have the urge to find them.” If it was Eren who brought Levi those bugs, then the younger captain could not resist but accept those insect. 

[johannathemad]

WHAT IF JEAN'S GOT A TWIN CALLED JHON AND THEY TREAT EACH OTHER LIKE HIKARU AND KAORU AND MARCO CAN'T STOP STARING A THEM BC THEY'RE SO FREAKING SEXY????

Marco is the only one who can tell them apart every single time they play, and that makes the twins fall really hard for him but Marco is in love with Jean and jfc i’m having so many feelings right now

[deargrimreaper]

And maybe even capitalism.

[coryruinseverything]

Please money reaper

[xdark-sidex]

Plz I’m starting college

[jhameia]

if enough of us invoke him maybe it will work

[wanderulst]

my sister is the worst best mom ever

[its-an-order]

•Bottoms Up•Silent-on-the-hunt

Erwin released the proposal from the grasp of his fingers. Watching as it fluttered down onto his desk. He lean forward, palms heavily rest onto his desk with papers sprawled all over. Another demands that cannot be fulfill without the financial aid of the higher up. Another year without the money to provide efficient medical aid. What were the nobles thinking? Do they think that titans will spare them once they breach the walls? How do they expect to receive protection when they are not providing enough?

The blond commander staggered back, landing neatly onto his chair. He can feel a headache approaching and was glad that no one was here to see him in such an emotional state. How he would love to go up to the nobles and give them a piece of his mind. Hell to patience, they don’t know what they are risking, and they won’t until someone smack it in their face.

“How would father would have handle this..?” He thought to himself, but abandon the thought when he heard a knock.

“Come in.” He called out after regaining his composure.

[weloveshortvideos]

[bando--grand-scamyon]

When you late to class and they doing Tardy Sweeps in the hall

[onlyblackgirl]

k but like why is she so casual with it like she just do this in her spare time?

[feifeixiv]

BENRIYA.

Worick Arcangelo: lukas-bondevik

Alex Benedetto: almallamababalma

Nicolas Brown: queen-bepis

[askmikezach]

An Inkin’ Friendship.

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Mike yawned as he sat there in front of the computer as he always did. Mike was a writer, simple as. A writer and a computer games programmer; what a job combination. Mike had worked for a large game company but had gone bust after their latest game went under.

Now he was jobless and was trying to find some income, which meant putting up his game in his writing business or finally publishing game that he had been working on for the last few years.

Yawning, he felt his phone buzz and pulled it out.

ALARM: TATTOO APPOINTMENT

“Shit” he snarled and stood up, pushing his chair back and jumped in the shower. Washing quickly, he jumped down the stairs and pulled on the helmet as he clambered onto his motorcycle. A genuine Harley, his parents had passed away and he had used the money they left him for the bike.

It took about fifteen minutes to get to the tattoo palour. Pulling up outside and parking his bike, Mike pulled off the helmet and walked inside. “Hey Erwin!” Mike grinned as he put the helmet on the side and threw off the black leather jacket.

Mike was always late, and he was late again. Always late.

Now he was taking off his shirt, Mike revealed the work he had on his body. The Tattoo’s reached all over his arms and upper shoulders, he was here to get the last set of tattoo’s on his back to join them up.

The usual  tattoo’s were lined on his back and arms, knives, skulls, roses and the like; including the wings on his shoulders from his military unit. Having served in the military for eight tours in the military, Mike had quit for the quiet life.

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Erwin released a soft sigh as the long hand hits the roman numeral three on the clock. Mike was 15 minutes late, again. Which Erwin wasn’t surprise. Ever since their time together in the military, Erwin tends to know a thing or two about the quiet man. Softly, and subtlety, he touched the wings on his left shoulder, black wings etches along pale skin, ebony hue looks like it had just been embedded just yesterday. With another sigh, Erwin sanitized his portable tattoo chair for Mike.

A deep rumble of a familiar bike indicate that his friend is here. An appreciative hum vibrate up his throat. He has a harley of his own, but there is something about Mike’s that rang satisfaction through him. 

A chime echoed through the shop, indicating that someone -most likely Mike- had arrived. 

“You’re late.” He commented. Watching the other man strip his shirt off and display his canvas. Erwin gave his friend a slight grin and pat the chair for Mike to make occupy. 

“I’m just gonna outline the design on today and you know how to take care of it.” He placed a hand on Mike’s shoulder, stilling the man so he could look over the space between the previous tattoo and how he’s going to fit the new design in. 

“You won’t cry this time, right?” Erwin teased easily, straight face and good posture. He knew the other would never do such an act, but it was a fine conversation starter as any. 

He puts on his black latex gloves and sanitizing the area he was going to tattoo.

[askmikezach]

“I know I know” Mike chuckled softly “I think my clock needs new batteries” he shrugged and then sat down on the chair so his back was visible for Erwin to work on.

“Hey, I never cried, there was something in my eye” he replied but didn’t move, he’d done this enough to keep his body still, infact it had been what he had done in the military. Scout Sniper; the man had once spent eight days in a jungle bush not moving at all just to make the single shot that probably stopped a South American war with the US.

“So..” he began with the usual word he started up conversations with anyone with, Mike was pretty predictable in his actions and words. Even though he was quiet most of the time with people, Erwin and Hanji were different, he’d talk to them a lot. The only exception was Levi, who Mike still hated over the fact that he’d been discharged out of the military because of Levi taking over his position in their unit and Mike doing something stupid in retaliation.

“… You got any girl yet? Or are you still at home sulking over Marie?” he asked with a smirk, treading on the thin ice even though Erwin had a needle on his back

[its-an-order]

Erwin traced his fingers over smooth skin, glad that there aren’t any stray hair on Mike’s back considering the said man’s face.

“Here I thought you’re making use of that computer of yours. Seeing how you’re always in front of it. They do have a clock at the corner of your corner, Mike.” Erwin gave the man a knowing gaze, reaching over for the paper outline, wetting it carefully and placed it over Mike’s skin.

“Denial does not fit you. You were brawling like a wet cat.” He blew on the now drying outline, and reached over to his machines which already has the needles installed. With careful precision, Erwin bow forward and stepped on his pedal so the machine will start. The first stroke was swift. Needles puncturing smooth skin, drawing blood as it repeatedly hit open wound. The speed reminds Erwin of a hummingbird’s wings, fluttering so fast that one can only see blurs. Licking his lips and biting it afterward, a bad habit of his, Erwin grab a clean towel and wiped away the running ink and blood.

Blood. A familiar sight considering his current and previous occupation, but now, blood seems like a work of art. When Mike tried to start a conversation with his usual starter, Erwin braced himself for what to come.

And braced he did.

A sharp glance at his friend, a dark shadow seems to overcome the tattoo artist as he repeatedly outline his work.

“What is your point, Mike.” He asked, wiping the blood with a rather forceful swipe. Marie, she was a chapter in his life that he rather not reread. She seemed perfect on the outside, but was rather manipulative toward others. Erwin had seen through her, but had thought that he could change her for the good. The worse tactical move he have ever done. He may be good at military tactic, but anything involving women and emotions, he was like a seed that never had enough nutrient to grow into a full wise tree.

“I don’t sulk, I get over it.” That also means good-bye to his sex life. Not that he was a sexual man, but it was a pleasantries to have it.

“Do I even want to know how your relationship with your computer is going?”