I swear to god I hate passive aggression. Especially if it's in text. Like quit being a little bitch and speak clearly. I'm not gonna entertain you.
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I swear to god I hate passive aggression. Especially if it's in text. Like quit being a little bitch and speak clearly. I'm not gonna entertain you.
Oh nooo, that mentally ill person is acting mentally ill !!
Some people really need to be humbled violently. Get off your high horses. We don't share the same experiences.
Thinking about being rotated between Pieck and Hange.
Like
Imagine you're in the club and one lures you in and then they both hit on you and dance and grind and they lead you to their apartment and then you find yourself being in their bed. Pieck riding your face and Hange fucking you with the strap as they make out above you.
hakari and kirara official colors 💫🎰
she’s such an overthinker i wanna fuck her until she cant think anymore
Need this
I don't know if I miss her or if I miss what I felt when I was with her. I still find her the most beautiful girl in the room. My heart aches when we hug. Friends. But her hugs feel so good. It's really not fair how she still makes me look at her in awe and think the world of her. Especially since I know nothing's ever gonna happen again. She's so cruel when she grabs my hand to pass the street together safely. To bring the memory of her palm in mine and make me feel that again. Sometimes i sit and think, dream, wish even for something. I have to let myself down gently and be over with it finally. It's only me in here. And nothing else feels right when the thought of her keeps me company most of the time.
It's in the past and all but I just wish I could have kissed her one last time.
And what if I want a 4some with Yuki Tsukumo, Hange Zoë and Sevika? What then?
plumber!sevika
(wonky concepts I drew- maybe I will develop these concepts and actually render them)
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Or or since we're on the subject
Hange in a tavern with their love and drinking wine out of the tin jug listening to live music, sitting outside. The sky is dark and clear, no clouds, no thunder, just the stars that mirror in her eyes as they look at her, the wine getting to her as she giggles and chuckles and the more she does the more Hange is falling for her. Her girl. Oh she's so beautiful under the stars, her lips are hot, her cheeks are red, she slurs the words as she whines about everything and anything. Their nostrils flaring at the Jasmin flowers that fall behind them on the wall of the taverns yard. Hange stills as she's leaning on their shoulder, her eyes setting down like the evening sun that shone in her eyes earlier that day. She's tipsy, so sweet, trembling under the chilly air as it's getting later but their arms and lips on her forehead protect her from anything that could harm her vulnerable state right now. Their heart is bleeding out of love. She can't bear the image of her like this, drowning in their feelings. They have everything they'd ever dared to dream right in their arms, under the pale lights of the tavern and the soft glows of the stars, with the music humming lyrics in the background that fit perfectly to what's happening to them right that moment.
Here sitting and thinking of Hange in Greece during the 60s or 70s in a tavern drinking wine and listening to Giannis Poulopoulos and yearning for their love, to his songs. Wearing a loose white or beige button up, their trousers, the smoke between their fingers, hair half up half down, a bit messy. Listening to these songs as they let their love and sorrows drown in the alcohol. Perhaps standing up to dance a bit and sing along. Or walking down the dark cobblestone alleys at night, slightly tipsy and lost as they have the music in their mind looking up at the sky, at the stars for an answer or a sign to give them hope. Their heart aches and breaks for their love but she can't be theirs.
Self indulgent headcanon cause I'm in love with Hange and sometimes I see myself in them.
Thinking of Sevika as a security guard 🫦🫦
I miss when sevika had a pussy, now all she has is a dick
I literally don't know why I made this acc