Lissa

happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way

[tiramistupid]

backing up against him to spoon in the morning. he’s still asleep for the most part, but he opens up to you. his arm folds over you, hand cupping your breast. his leg stretching over yours. you’re his for him to keep there, soft and warm, and you’re not sure he’s even conscious about it as he starts grinding his growing morning wood against your ass

[wheretheflowersglow]

Seems like this days all of my posts are horny posts.

[whattheheckmidoriya]

Was just reminded by AOT Junior High that Levi is canonically a good singer🫣

[ceruleanheaven]

guys i liedddddd 😭😭😭😭😭 i actually want it 😭😭😭 i want it so bad 😭😭😭😭 i want it so bad its ruining my life 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[viktorscuntywaist]

the writer's thinly veiled fetish (being seen and loved at your worst)

[scribeherself]

A comforting thought for anyone feeling stuck right now: fields have to lie fallow for a season so the soil can rest and recover its nutrients. trees look entirely dead in the winter, but underneath the bark, they are preparing for spring. you are allowed to have fallow seasons. you are allowed to be in a winter state. your productivity does not define your worth as a human being, nor does it define your talent as an artist or a creator. if the words aren't flowing, or the art isn't coming together, or you just feel tired—let yourself rest without the crushing weight of guilt. you aren't failing; you are gathering the nutrients you need for the next beautiful thing you make. 🤍

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[just-french-me-up]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

[xiaq]

Writing is so fucking stupid. I had a scene pop into my head and now I’ve spent the last year and 100k words creating the necessary contextual plot/character depth to earn the emotion in that scene. Ridiculous. Absurd. Why.

[deceasedcardinal]

[wheretheflowersglow]

Btw, little concept art of my OC Runa Weiss. She’s a veteran scout, but she got injured during an expedition before Levi joined the Survey Corps, so she actually has some scars. It’s a shy girl who’s way of coping is isolation. I look forward to developing more of her story as I write more for her and Levi, of course. I actually think of writing some journal entries so you can see how she thinks and sees the world.

So far, what do you think?

[wheretheflowersglow]

I figured if I actually want to become a fic writer I have to feed you some good content every once in a while, so here’s a little snippet of my current WIP.

Thank to my lovely mutuals who keep tagging me and don’t forget I exist @niki-yoshhhhh @newties-baby

Specially to those who have read some of my work these past months and gave your feedback @starfallenlevi @aphroditaeon @littlerequiem

His skin's warm, too warm almost.

Her fingers run along his collarbone, curling against his shoulders, their kisses grow sloppier, shorter.

Until they’re kissing desperately, her fingers roaming along his torso, neck, and shoulders.

She relishes the feeling of his scars, kissing her way over the corner of his mouth and the edge of his jaw, until her lips touch the pulse point where his neck begins and she halts for a moment, breath hard and uneven.

Levi drops his head to the side, eyes closed, giving her more skin to latch onto.

Here, take as much as you want.

Runa indulges and kisses, laps, and nibbles at his neck, the urgency and her motions resembling a feral, needy creature after a long period of starvation.

He’s taken aback for a few seconds, in which time ceases to exist, as he makes a quick account of memories he realizes…

He’s never been kissed with such hunger.

His chest tightens, mouth trembles, his fingers sink deeper into the firmness of her skin, one hand pressed hard on her back, the other her hip.

A small noise is let out in between kisses.

And she’s so pleased with his reaction she almost giggles, but resists and contents herself with more kisses against the side of his neck.

She brings them up to his jaw, kissing and sucking, delighted with the laborious breaths coming out of him, she has never heard him like that, he never seems tired during training and there’s always something cool about him slicing a titan's nape, like it costs him nothing.

Here he’s like clay in her hands…

[johnny-depp-is-loved]

[sailermoon]

I WISH IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT!!!!!

[sailermoon]

but then who would i be

[peachdues]

in the mood for missionary but like, the kind where he’s really heavy and sweaty atop you, full weight pressing you into the bed while he keeps his face tucked into your neck, grunting and whimpering as he moves slowly — but deeply — inside you. Desperate for closeness but unable to let you do much more than just feel him and the slick slide of his body against yours.

[thoughtspaused]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[sandersstudies]

A lot of you on here sure don’t like the idea of making any kind of sacrifice for the benefit of others huh

[wheretheflowersglow]

A few months ago, I saw a video essay on YouTube where the author said, “Today we treat kindness as a limited resource like it’s going to hurt us being nice to other people, and the funny part is that kindness is the only unlimited resource we have left.”

And man, I couldn’t agree more.

[wheretheflowersglow]

I feel like keep ranting about this, so buckle up.

In June, I was at a coffee shop having brunch and doing some work with my sister. We were not having mimosas nor fancy waffles, just scrambled eggs and a bagel because money is tight right now, but we still wanted to do something nice together.

An elderly man entered the coffee shop. He was selling t-shirts and asked me if I wanted to buy one. He could only accept cash. In Latin America, it is not uncommon to see elderly people, or even children, working as street vendors. They walk under the sun selling t-shirts, brooms, toys, you name it, and they don’t even earn minimum wage.

I of course told him I didn’t have cash, but my heart ached because why should a man who seemed old enough to be my grandfather work under the sun, walking miles every day, because he can’t afford to live?

The waiter of the coffee shop saw him and asked if he wanted a coffee. The man said that would be nice, so he sat down and they served him a cappuccino with a small cookie. He then turned around and saw my sister’s bagel, and asked me how much it cost. When I told him the price, I asked him if he wanted to order one and he said, "I can’t afford it.”

Money was tight, and when I first came into the coffee shop, I was planning on only spending on my meal and the tip for the waiter. But seeing how the waiter selflessly offered him a free coffee, and understanding that I, compared to him, have a stable income and I have the privilege to go to a coffee shop without looking at my bank account, I decided to pay for this man’s meal.

I was raised Catholic, and I know that you’re not supposed to talk about your good deeds, but honestly, fuck that shit.

Seeing the kindness of the waitress made me want to be kind, for a man I already felt bad for.

And while I could’ve hidden behind the “I don’t have any cash on me.” Or convinced myself that with the coffee they gave to this man, it was enough. I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach at the thought of inaction.

When the man finished his meal, he thanked me, and I thanked him and wished him well.

When I paid for my meal, I told the waiter I thought it was amazing what he did for this elder man. He mentioned it’s a common practice for them. They give free coffees to any street vendor that walks into the shop.

I’m glad they do, because that small act of kindness encouraged me to be kind as well, and I hope if anyone sees this it can also encourage you to be kind.

If you’re at a restaurant with your friends, and you can afford to buy a sandwich or some fries to a person experiencing homelessness, please do.

Donate the clothes that you no longer use to a shelter.

Volunteer in community kitchens.

Talk to your neighbors.

Sharing things on social media is not enough; it’s the bare minimum, it’s just the first step, and if you stay at that, you’re just performing.