okay so we know about jesus when he’s a baby, and jesus when he’s an adult, but does the bible ever mention his rebellious teenager years?
‘jesus, go feed the donkey.’
‘yOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER’
the ground shakes a little, and a voice comes down from the sky
‘do what your stepfather says you little shit’
Man I cannot believe I had the time to ink this… I’ve been wanting to go on with my Rintori doujinshi for months and even though I dunno if I’ll be able to continue it before October comes, I’ve been able to go a little ahead.
/blood pressure spike
getting too old for this
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
here's a test i found. go wild, y'all. (im choleric.)
i have a feeling this would vary sometimes for me bc i felt near the middle on a lot of things
i know i often feel choleric
and i wish to be phlegmatic always
Yet another fanart for the Ereri fic - The Intern—-> Armin’s haircut. This is way worse than the last one considering it was all pen (so I couldn’t erase mistakes) and was drawn on receipt paper… Since my job isn’t all that important anyway lmaoooo
I still have others in the works, and will redo this one cuz, just… No… XD
I’ll probably make this a regular thing.
O__O ARMIIIIIIIIN! This is so adorable! ^______^ And Eren’s reaction. XD Ah… Armin, you blushing cutie pie.
Thank you for sharing this! It’s so cuuuuuute! *tackles and clings to you.* ^___^
When they meet, Erwin’s married. Levi takes one look at the ring on his finger, twists his lips, and says, “I don’t fuck married guys.”
Erwin nods. Erwin wears three-piece suits and worry in the wrinkles by the corners of his eyes. He’s nursing a whiskey that he’s been working at all night. “I respect that,” he says. “But I’m not asking you to fuck me.”
"Then what are you asking for?"
"Fuck," Levi snorts, shaking his head. This has bad idea written all over it and he knows it. But Levi’s life has been a series of bad decisions, things he did despite knowing better not to; he doesn’t regret them, really, but he isn’t proud of them either. "Why not?"
"You don’t have to," Erwin tells him. He means it, too, and Levi knows he does, even if the open turning of Erwin’s body in his direction is hopeful.
He has a vague suspicion of how this will all end. It doesn’t stop him from agreeing, from wanting things that aren’t his and have never been his—knowing how it ends never has. That’s always been the root of his problems.
"It’s fine." He waves down the bartender to order another drink.
Erwin doesn’t press further. His mouth simply curves softly instead.
oh god oh god oh god
this is perfect thank you