#sun-summon

[reviveszco]

//when people use words like "orbs" and "hues" to describe eyes

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

idk it doesn't bother me THAT much but also it's p annoying idk 

[childofshadow]

Sun-Summon has joined the Grisha

His quartz eyes widened ever so slightly, and for the moment, his mind ran blank. It was gone as soon as it came, however, and the dark-haired man took her hand in his, bestowing a soft but entirely formal kiss.

"Alina. It's very good to see you."

[orderandsophism]

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Headcanons list!

± = The character and what they think about math

Erwin is competent at math, but does not necessarily or naturally excel in the subject.

[notmakoto]

//60%

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[reviveszco]

sun-summon replied to your post:sun-summon replied to your post:SELKIE MOVIE...

//*SCREECHES* SECRET OF KELLS!!! SELKIES!!! PRETTY!!! tHANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

YOU'RE WELCOME FRIEND

[reviveszco]

sun-summon replied to your post:SELKIE MOVIE SELKIES SELKIES IN MODERN MEDIA  ...

//WAIWAIWAIT WHERE I WANNA SEE

IT IS HERE MY FRIEND

[scrapheibonaoba]

24: What was the best book you read?

//My god... Uhm... Theres many, but I have to say Lord of the flies, because I do love that and the movie but I also love the Diary of a wimpy kid. My god, I really loved that as well, Its so good to read, but funny, along with the little drawings as well. 

[wings-of-liberation]

gabifuchs

timidflakes

sokenxume

sun-summon

ionlyswimxfreestyle

femaleroguetitan

arminarmyarlert

Time flows continuously, essentially torrential; it does not stop for anyone, and it forces humanity, generation after generation, into its greater schemes of either goodness or atrocity, but for Levi, there is no scheme of goodness, only atrocity; his life is no romantic comedy nor is it humorous and by no means is it divinely inspirational. Levi’s life and the lives of those who live in his era where titans reign supreme and humans, dare he say such vileness, cower, piss and shit among themselves.

Now, he is not complaining about anything, but he wonders. He wonders if there is an age in where relaxation is a choice, tranquillity is free and death does not lurk at every corner within every given moment. He is uncharacteristically hopeful that there is, but he will never voice his optimism, for optimism at this point of time is offensive and insulting – offensive and insulting to those who have died and to those who are relentlessly waiting for their death, be they soldiers or civilians.

He sighs to himself – he clicks his tongue and he straightens his posture. It is not good for him to dwell over such matters like his dreams, his hopes or anything about himself in general. For one, that would be selfish, then there is also the handicap that he tends to not pay attention to his environs when he indulges himself in self-centred thoughts.

He is not taken aback therefore, when he unceremoniously collides with someone upon his abrupt and reckless motion that is to walk aimlessly forward.

”My bad,” and that is the best apology you can get out of him.