I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
Dead weight? Hold my beer, Leo. Her ability worked so well, so don't come up with "you can't even do your only job" You and your bitch Sho, know damn well what really happened that night.
Dead weight? Protect her? Even without her "stigma enhanced ability" she helps you a lot.
When, Sinostra was at a dead end on how to solve the issue with the Mask of Diablo, Romeo and Taiga were already on the verge, who defused the situation and suggested asking for help from Mortkranken? When Romeo's and Yuri's two sided beef happened, who, yet again, defused the situation and asked Yuri to help politely? Sorry ghouls, but sometimes you act as wild animals, nah, even worse than animals. MC by being the only sane person, really saves the day.
I've already gave this example,but still, won't stop yapping about this scene. Just for Leo to see, she IS NOT a dead weight.
When she surrounded by the RIGHT people, she is not afraid to express her opinion. The only reason why she was, is Leo, lil hater doing it on purpose.
Oh. THIS SCENE IS ANOTHER ADORABLE EXAMPLE
When, Jabberwock's boat was falling to pieces, and Haru was (well he still is) in rough condition, she yet again saved the day, by asking Frostheim to lend them boat, yeah, and more over, they AGREED, cause it was MC who asked for this favor.
Tumblr paragraphs won't be enough to gave all the examples.
i just wanted to say that i'm obsessed with the idea of kissing boothill. his sharp teeth and crooked grins. his fingers would dig into your sides, and if there was a wall behind you, you know he'd be slamming you against it. gently, of course, because he's only ever gentle with you (unless you want him to be mean). and imagine mewling against his mouth, imagine how he'd swallow down each little noise like he needed it to breathe.
also he'd smell so freaking good!! if his mere presence wasn't enough to make you weak in the knees, then the way he smells would absolutely ruin you. leather, dust, gunpowder, and something warm underneath it all, like cedarwood and sun-warmed skin, that perfect kind of masculine heat that clings to your clothes long after he's gone.
did i mention kissing? god, his lips would be chapped and a little rough, but so hot and so insistent. you'd breathe him in without meaning to, without even realizing how hard you've started clinging to him, and suddenly your knees do go a little weak. maybe a lot. maybe you have to brace yourself with both hands against his chest, like he's the only thing keeping the world from crumbling around you.
and he knows, too. of course he does. that stupid smirk gives him away, and the way he brushes his nose against yours doesn't help one bit.
"You alright there, sugar? Lookin' a little dizzy."
dizzy doesn't even begin to cover it.
and then he's kissing you again. like he's starving. and you realize you are too.
"MC needs to stand for herself, needs to be more blunt with ghouls" "She's pushover"
I think you need to understand the difference between bluntness and stand up for yourself
MC understands that but most of players don't. She's not managed to be in good terms with most of ghouls basing on "bluntness", she didn't need to be "badass" or something. She managed to gain their trust (at least with most of them) basing on her calm demeanour, understanding and supportive character.
She's become Jin's one of the most trusted people. She's never contradict him, didn’t add fuel to the fire when he was already in a bad mood. She's never been after his beautiful face or wealth. She's good listener, won't interrupt nor judge, and that was probably the reason why he opened up to her, this started to melt his heart.
MC is well written character, she doesn't need to change her personality only to satisfy fanbase
I think Dad!Kyojuro is incredibly soft and unwilling to push his child toward a life of protection and strength like he was.
Don’t get me wrong — I don’t think Kyojuro has a resentful bone in his body, especially not toward his mother. The lesson she instilled in him was important: the strong should help and protect the weak. But heavy is the head that bears the crown, and Kyojuro’s strength — physically and mentally — wears on him. Being strong means inevitably facing the worst the world has to offer, if only to shield the weak from its horrors.
So, when he holds his child — this pure, incredible thing that is made of him and the love he feels for their mother — he cannot force upon them the strength that is also made of him. He doesn’t want his sweet child to have to bear a burden they can’t yet fully understand. He wants them to live, to grow, to see the world for its beauty and not its monsters. Because it takes a special kind of strength to stay soft in a world hell-bent on making everyone so hard, and Kyojuro will fight to his last breath to let his child be one — the way he couldn’t.
x reader should be (and, generally speaking, often is) the most accepting fanfiction space because its consistently, and almost exclusively an expression or fantasy of being desired or wanted or wanting—or in an even more basic sense, considered. even if you dont explicitly self-insert, even if there’s a an oc thats just you but better or a faceless insert u make - it starts with the same premise. which is wanting to be seen or desired by some extension of who you are. or wanting to fantasize explicitly about a life that isn’t yours, any life but yours. its admitting more openly than other mediums—i want someone to want some part of me. to take interest in me sexually or romantically or platonically. i want this element of myself to be considered or thought of. sometimes that is accomplished through writing, and sometimes that is accomplished through reading and seeking to bits of yourself in other peoples. the other half is having space to want and yearn for something else. how liberating it is to admit that you’d like to be somewhere else.
and it is hardly a flawless medium and im really, really simplifying it but i do think that there is something uniquely enjoyable and freeing about it. i want agency in the stories i love. i want my presence to haunt this fiction like a ghost. i want to be loved, i want to be interesting. i want to experience hundreds of lives that aren’t mine. i want i want i want. this a story of you. this is a story of me.
The moment Reiner realizes he loves you, has him questioning everything he knows. You see there was no 'A-ha' moment.
No moment where it seemed the light had been off and finally turned on with you basking in the rays. No one moment where his heart seized up and skipped a heat at the sight of you. No moment where he felt like cupid shot him with his golden arrow. It wasn't in the day dreams of you, or the way he would say your name with his last name just the see how it would sound.
It wasn't like what he now calls his childish crush he had on Historia. It wasn't the small flutters in his stomach. There was no moment where the world went from back and grey to full on color. No moment of slight touches and longing looks into each others eyes that had his brain screaming you were the one.
No, the moment Reiner realizes he loves you, memories of the most mundane moments come rushing back. The moment Reiner realizes he loves you he feel...
..at peace..
Its in the peace you bring his life. The moments with you calming his clouded mind, bringing a sense of ease with you to his life. Its in the way you laugh at his not so funny dry jokes, just to please him. Its in the way your smile lights up your face when you see him. A smile he has noticed you only give him.
He realizes he loves you the moment he comes to the realization you'r to good for him and would be better off with out him. The moment he tries to break it to you, that you shouldn't be together. The way the tears welled up in your eyes. Not from the thought of not being with him. But the pain you said it caused you that he thought so lowly of himself. The way you said he didn't get to make the decision for you. He realizes in the moments his soul feels at home with yours.
No there is no 'A-ha' moment like he was told. Reiner realizes he has love you all along
synopsis: luke thinks sylus should make more friends. but does he really need them?
tags: fluff, kinda comfort?, unintentional family dynamics (idk what came over me i didn’t expect that to happen), potential unrealistic use of sylus’s evol bc what does “energy manipulation” even mean, reader is protective of sylus, sylus overhears, asterisks to denote pov shifts bc i didn't want to use dividers
pairing: sylus x reader
word count: 774
a/n: it’s been like 2 days of people calling sylus a friendless loser on twitter and that’s fine but IIIII don’t think ur a loser, sylus. wrote this on a whim in the last 2 hours, questionably proofread
“Have you ever noticed that Boss doesn’t have any friends?” Luke’s youthful voice rings out, putting a swift end to your peaceful night of reading on the couch.
Folding your half-finished book over your lap, you look up at his masked face, raising an eyebrow. “He has you.”
Luke scoffs. “I don’t count, obviously.”
“He has Kieran.”
“We’re practically the same person. Try again,” he says, waving a hand dismissively.
“…He has Mephisto,” you offer, an innocent grin on your face.
He doesn’t even dignify that one with a response.
“He's still in his 20s, for God’s sake! Don’t you think he should go out more? Party a little, meet some new people?” Luke asks, gesturing wildly with his hands.
“Not if he doesn’t think he needs to,” you say simply.
***
Sylus had just stepped out of the shower when he overheard your tired voice from the living room. Not if I don’t think I need to…what? he ponders, mulling over the possibilities. Increase their monthly allowance? Install lasers into Mephisto’s eyes? Entrust Onychinus to the twins in my will?
“But no friends?” Luke asks dramatically, snapping Sylus out of his thoughts. “None? Not even one?”
Oh, Sylus thinks. That.
Realizing you were defending his…comfortable lifestyle, Sylus feels something warm and tight and slightly wistful squeeze in his chest. Smiling to himself, he shrouds his body in the dark wisps of his Evol and moves closer, watching the rest of your conversation with interest.
***
Exasperated, you run a hand through your hair. “Luke, I think you’re overthinking this. Not everyone wants to go out and party and meet people. What about Sylus makes you think he wants to go out and party and meet people? You put him in a room full of cheap club music and cheaper beer, and he’s going to evaporate into thin air. Or cause a mass casualty incident,” you say, only to be met with silence.
Sighing, you start again. “Look, I understand that you care about him and want to make sure he’s happy—I do too—but Sylus’s happy isn’t Luke’s happy. It isn’t Kieran’s happy, or Mephisto’s happy, or even my happy. It’s his. He’s the only one who can decide what makes him happy, and he’s the only one who can decide if he is or not.”
When Luke’s mask droops—a telltale sign of a pout appearing—you switch tactics. “And maybe it’s not that he doesn’t have friends. Maybe you guys are just enough for him—did you ever think about that?”
At this, the beak of his mask perks back up, and you know you’ve got him.
“You think we’re…enough for him?” he asks, a hint of wonder in his voice.
You nod.
And then you try to ignore the way his hands twitch in excitement, fighting with all you have to keep your giggle from surfacing.
“That’s…” he clears his throat. “You know what? You’re right, Y/N, my bad. You’re really smart, you know,” Luke responds gruffly, an incriminating wobble in his voice.
Smiling, you stand up to pat his hooded head. “I know.”
“Well,” he starts, a new vigor in his steps as he heads toward the door. “I’m gonna go find Kieran. We just got this huge shipment of explosives that w—”
“Nope!” you interrupt. “You’re not getting me in trouble again. The less I know, the better.”
Shrugging, Luke disappears into the hallway, and you shake your head fondly.
“What a heartwarming conversation,” a deep voice rings out.
Jumping from shock, you whip your head around. “Sylus?!” you whisper-yell. “How long have you been there?!”
Emerging from the shadows of the bedroom behind you, Sylus strolls toward you, a soft smirk on his face.
“Just long enough to hear your passionate defense of me,” he quips, wrapping an arm around your waist. “How much is your lawyer fee?”
Embarrassed, you swat his chest, bowing your head slightly. “I know he meant well, but I just…don’t like it when people try to take your life out of your hands,” you admit quietly. “It makes me sad.”
“Well we can’t have that, can we, kitten?” he rumbles, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Let me cheer you up—I very much enjoyed hearing you speak up for me.”
Lifting your head up, you look into his warm garnet eyes. “You did?”
“Mm,” he hums, pulling you closer. “I do hate cheap beer, and you all are enough for me. You know me very well,” he praises, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“But for all your expertise, you were wrong about one thing,” he whispers against you. “My happy is your happy.”
