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a guy at school today was wearing this damn fine red nail polish and I heard these two girls whispering angrily and looking in his direction so I listened in expecting them to be weird about it and the first thing I hear is “how the HELL did he get it so good did he get it professionally done or something you need to ask him where he found that colour jesus fucking christ are you KIDDING me”
I think this is a good example of how the world should work.
Why do movies show “nerdy girls” as carrying a billion books, and then portray them as physically weak? If a girl can carry the harry potter series, the lotr trilogy, and all of her textbooks then she can probably lift the protagonist football star and throw him across the football field
(music box ver.)
It’s quite silent now.
It’s peaceful now, and you prefer it this way. You see in front of you some good few yards the mangled bodies of your former comrades. This actually wasn’t too far from where Squad Levi was defeated by the Female Titan, you realize. That seems appropriate. Valiant leaders see their fellow soldiers die their valiant deaths at the resting place of the loyal and determined.
You’re one of the few left moving. Even then, it’s only a few twitches of the limbs and your eyes looking around. Armin is the one closest to you, his head of soft, blond hair sticking to his forehead, slick with blood to soon dry. A deep slash from his blade runs across his chest. This you saw happen: he was darting through the forest, seeming just fine until one of the abnormal titans brought a fat, meaty hand down on him, forcing his drawn blade into his chest when his body slammed into the nearest tree. He deserved so much better, you thought. It reminded you of when he spoke to you of the outside world, the world you and him and Mikasa had hoped to see outside these walls. Instead you were all greeted with death.
Nature itself seems to pity him, you thought. Small wildflowers popped through the ground at his feet and what used to be his legs; moss cushioned what were only minutes ago his regular back, arms, head, and neck. This made you smile just a little. If he was going to die like this, then he deserved a beautiful funeral, and that was what he was getting. Mankind would never forget dear Armin; you would make sure of it.
Slightly further away was Jean. His 3D Maneuver gear was still hissing and steaming, broken into shards and being the reason for his death. It malfunctioned in the air when his gas was running low. Connie had made sure that no titan had gotten to him. Nice of him, you think, to do that. Maybe you really never gave Jean a fair chance. Then again, neither did he. Of course you would bicker over this with yourself with your last dying breaths.
Speaking of Connie, there he was across from Sasha. You wondered how all of your training comrades happened up here. Connie had given up his life for Sasha, only to have her beaten from behind. That really got to you, you realize. No one deserved that. But their efforts most definitely aided humanity. Without any of these soldiers, success could not have been remotely possible. You like to think this often. It comforts you.
Mikasa was somewhat closer to you. She didn’t die of blades or titans or blood or anything of the sort. What was it called? You remember this term being used once, just over your shoulder. Something to do with your heart beating too fast, stopping. And how could you blame her? She was doing so much for you, for everyone. You could have sworn that it had to do with this. After all, there were no stab wounds peppering her body, no missing limbs, no organ or bone shattered under the crunch of a titan’s jaws. Maybe she had just had enough. So had you. You could see the colorful, carefree wildflowers snaking around to the sky, providing as a reasonable, beautiful burial ground.
You didn’t know where Captain Levi was, nor Commander Erwin, nor Squad Leader Hanji. You trust that they died more peacefully. They deserve some peace and quiet, after all.
You had to look up to see Reiner slung over a branch, his legs twitching and his eyes closing. You never did see how he died. Berholdt wasn’t too far off, you see. The look on his face was so much more peaceful, and for that you’re grateful. Ymir, God knows what happened to her, had attempted taking Krista somewhere that was supposed to be safety, but as far as you were concerned, there are no survivors today. But there was still something comforting about that.
There are no survivors on either side.
Mankind has finally defeated the titans.
NOPE NOPE NOT OKAY NOPE NOPE
(Source: komo--rebi)(374,855 plays)
she fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs
when she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said ‘boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you
he probably just thinks you’re cute’
but the thing is,
when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same
you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression
and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two
because no one ever taught her the difference
‘boys will be boys’
‘that’s how he shows his love’
and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips
she goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist
the one adult she tells scolds her
‘you know he loses his temper easily
why the hell did you have to provoke him?’
so she shrinks
folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice
by the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well
be quiet, be soft, be easy
don’t give him a reason
but for all her efforts, he still finds one
‘boys will be boys’ rings in her head
‘boys will be boys
he doesn’t mean it
he can’t help it’
she’s 7 years old on the playground again
with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love
because boys will be boys baby don’t you know
that’s just how he shows he cares
she’s 18 now and they’re drunk
in the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined
like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations
she meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment
she touches the bruise the next day
boys will be boys
aggression, affection, violence, love
how does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war
she draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises
one entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body
boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
when she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps
he asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh
doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?
it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground
so I guess what I’m trying to say is
i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things
baby they exist in difference universes
my niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now
don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys
don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that
if you see hate blazing in his eyes don’t you ever confuse it with love
baby love won’t hurt when it comes
you won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer
the only reason he should ever reach out his hand
is to hold yours
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys
(And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl)